When the serious student of psychology looks at the human female as a subject, he is at once bombarded with a million controversial and subjectively fascinating behavioral patterns
One of the most difficult of these psycho-social patterns of behavior is that of an adult female who has been divorced by her husband and proved to be an "unfit parent" by the court, thereby losing custody and in some cases even visiting privileges of the offspring.
Originally this is a crushing psychological blow both the divorce and the "unfit" label. How does an ordinary woman come back from such a body blow? The simple answer is that many do not. rather they continue their headlong dive into the bottom of society and are so trampled underfoot that they eventually end up in some type of social or legal institution for a variety of immediate causes.
Many strive to regain their lost respect, their lost position in society. But where do they turn? For some it is to sex, where they can be successful almost at once. Quite often this type of woman is afraid of a grown male and often rightly has the scars to support her fear. What does she do then in her sex-oriented comeback? Often she turns to young males, boys in their teens where she can be a sex "teacher" and offer encouragement, indoctrination, and a real live female body as both show and tell example, and as practice-sex experiments.
In their current book, Fundamentals Of Human Sexuality, Dr. Herant A. Kathadourian and Dr. Donald T. Lunde point out that: "Children of both sexes have been sexually exploited by adults probably in all cultures. Regardless of criminal sanctions some adults continue to approach children sexually. How prevalent this problem is we do not know exactly."
But in the case of the divorcee, she is desperate to renew her femininity, to prove herself sexually again and again. In this way she at last will wash away the stain of the husband and the courts.
"The impact of precocious sexual stimulation on children is generally believed to be quite detrimental....The Kinsey survey, though admittedly superficial from a clinical point of view, does not seem to substantiate the notion that childhood sexual experiences with adults necessarily results in serious damage. The use of children as sexual objects is more frequent in poorer neighborhoods where living conditions are crowded."
It was very crowded where the lady in this story worked. She had just lost her children and her marriage on the court bench, and she was experiencing the classic symptoms of sexual rejection. Abby had to prove herself.
One interesting point in this case is that while Abby knows she is doing wrong, even if for the fact that she knows she could be fired for sexually touching the boys, she does not have the will power to stop, or even to slow down.
She must prove herself time and time again, and while she resists out of hand any suggestion by her roommate that some mutual advantages could be found in female to female cooperation, she can't bring herself to slow down in her hetrosexual experiences. Not even the prospect of a man who is genuinely interested in her, a man who is about her age and thinks about the way she does, can stop her activities with the boys.
Abby is truly a lost soul in sexual matters. She feels she must prove herself, but has no sense of right and wrong in the process.
Even when she has the prospect of a new marriage facing her, and a sex partner who is totally satisfying and filling, she can't break the habit of being a "teacher" to the young and uninitiated into the marvelous adult world of sex.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Abby Fedderson picked up the last batch of wet laundry from the machine and started to throw it into the dryer, but instead she paused and looked at the wet clothing. Something had three blue rings around an elastic waistband, and she grinned. A man's shorts. She picked them out of the pile and noticed the size label 32-34. For a moment she had the urge to put them to her nose and smell them, to see if any of the man smell had come through the washing.
Then she threw them into the dryer. That was ridiculous. She wasn't that hard up. Or was she? Without realizing it, her hand had lifted to her breasts and she began rubbing gently. Damn, it had been a long time.
Before she knew it she started the dryer and sat down in the chair across from the washer. Her hand was still at her breast. This was her little kingdom, the laundry room. It was attached to the end of the big restroom and shower building where the boys all had to take a shower once a day. She could lock the door from the inside and not be bothered by the other world out there.
And sometimes it got hectic. She had taken this job of running the laundry at the PINES YMCA camp for the summer. Abby wasn't sure herself why she had agreed to come. Sure she was just through with a divorce that had been worse than messy, and complicated by the problem of her drinking. She hated it when the judge awarded custody of their son to her ex-husband, but then it was done, and there was nothing she could do about it. One thing about Lars, he had been great in bed. Yes, she missed his cock. Some of the divorced women she talked to said they never missed sex, that they were happier without having to put up with that sort of horsing around all the time.
Her hand slid down the front of her blouse and cupped one of her big tits. She grinned. Oh, yes, she knew her breasts were large. They measured only 36, but her cup size was a D, and that's what counts. She thought of moving over and locking the door. She could make them think that she wasn't there and get her hands in on her boobies and have a little play time all by herself. Hell yes, she rubbed off now and then. She'd go stark raving cum crazy without some pussy action. She moved then, going to the big door, locking it, snapping off the lights. She left the machines running lots of times when she wasn't there, so no one would guess at that. She felt her way to the cot at the side of the room and sat on it.
At once she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Oh, damn, that felt good, just to let her tits free for a second. She stripped the buttons open on her blouse and pushed the bra up around her neck, then she bent over, letting her big tits hang straight down. She played with them, a hand on each, slowly, tenderly caressing the orbs, making them warm and glow. She knew her nipples were starting to fill with blood. By the time she'd get her fingers to them, they would be straight and tall.
Abby leaned back on the cot, then stretched out on her back. She was thinking about the very first time a boy had tried to play with her boobies. He'd been as scared as she was. She had been thirteen and her boobs were just starting to swell. The boy lived next door and he had built a kind of a fort in some wild rose bushes that grew in back of both places. They lived at the edge of a little town and the rose bushes were really weeds. By cutting away some of them he had formed a small crawl space through the outer parts, and when he got to the really thick stuff inside, he had cut out a space big enough to lay down. It was hidden and no one could see in or out.
He was fourteen and several times when he talked to her Abby had seen a lump behind the fly of his pants. She knew what it was, but still it fascinated her. She'd never seen a prick, not a real one, just the pictures in the books. So when he told her he had something to show her, she went along. They didn't play together as much as they had when they were kids, and she did miss it. He was a year older and she thought he was cute.
She drifted back, trying to relive it exactly as it happened.
"Aw, come on, Abby, you'll like it. It's my very own place. I call it the fort, and no one but me has ever been there."
Abby looked up at Jerry, her thirteen-year-old face trying to mask her eagerness. "Well, if it isn't too far. Mom'll be home pretty soon and I'm supposed to have the dishes all done."
"Only take a few minutes, then you can do the dishes. Come on." He grabbed her hand and started toward the back of the lot.
Abby caught her breath at the sudden delicious thrill of his hand holding hers. It was so wonderful. She was afraid she wasn't going to be able to breathe! But the breath came through and her eyes glistened in happiness as she hurried to catch up with his long strides. Jerry was so tall, almost five-ten and growing like a cornstalk.
She gripped his hand tighter and he glanced at her, grinned and squeezed back.
At the back where the old fence had been, he stopped beside a thick growth of wild rose bushes with their sharp thorns and said they were there.
"I don't see anything," Abby said.
"Good, you're not supposed to, not yet." He looked around to see if anyone were watching, then he sat down and moved a rose limb that had been whittled smooth of rose stickers. As he pulled it out, a section of the rose brush two feet high and that wide, swung back on some kind of hinges.
"Oh, wow, what's that?" Abby asked. She had sat down on the fresh grass beside him.
"A tunnel. See, it's high enough to crawl through on your hands and knees. I'll go first." He started inside and, when he was all the way past the opening, she spoke.
"I don't think I want to go in there."
"Why not? It's secret. There's a big room inside where you can sit up, and we can watch out and see people, only they won't be able to see us. Come on."
He had held her hand. She shrugged, pushed down the skirt she wore, and crawled in after him.
It wasn't far, maybe ten feet, then they were inside an open space. No one could see inside, and there was a small tree there they could climb to look away farther.
"My fort, you like it?" Jerry asked.
"Oh, yes, neat, it's great. You build it all by yourself?"
He nodded.
"Wow, it's really great, Jerry. I didn't know you were making it back here."
"'Course not, it's secret. Now you're in my secret club. We're the only two who know about it."
She smiled and laughed. "And I suppose there's some initiation."
"Well. sure, a little one. First I get to kiss you."
Before she could react, he leaned toward her. caught her face and aimed his lips at hers. He almost hit. But the slightly crossways kiss left Abby breathless. When he saw that she did not scream or hit him. he slid closer to her.
"That's just the start of the initiation. Next part is that you have to kiss me."
She looked at him for five seconds, then turned up her lips into a smile and leaned forward. She moved slowly, scooting closer to him. pressing her sweet lips carefully on his, then pushing her small chest forward until her breasts touched his chest. Her arms went around him and she held the kiss a long time.
Suddenly he pushed her away.
"Damn." he said.
"What?"
"Damn. I'm gonna cum."
"I don't understand."
His hips were moving up and down. He looked at her surprised.
"I'm gonna cum, my cock's gonna spurt."
"Can I see?"
He nodded, but it was too late, he arched his hips upward twice, then twice more and shook his head. He was panting and his face was sweating.
"Wow, that was the best ever." He turned toward her. "Abby, when you kissed me it just blew me apart, and I couldn't hold it."
"You liked it?"
"Wow, I'll say." He frowned. "Haven't you ever cum?"
She lifted her thin brows. "I really don't know, I don't go around talking about it with boys."
"You haven't? I bet you've never even seen a prick."
"I ... Jerry, let's talk about something else."
"Okay, kiss me again."
"Won't you...?"
He laughed. "Don't you know anything? I can't cum twice in a row so fast. Takes a while. Kiss me."
She did. This time he put his hands on her breasts. She felt his hands and started to pull away, maybe slap him, but she didn't, and a second later she felt a thrill, a soft honey-sweet kind of thrill she had never known. Somehow the kiss ended but his hands stayed on her blouse. He opened the buttons and spread back her blouse. Before she could stop him, Jerry bent and kissed the very lowest place he could next to her bra just over one breast.
Abby groaned. "Oh, Jerry, don't you dare do that again."
He did dare and he kissed all the way around one small bra cup. Abby moaned in a kind of thrill she had never experienced. She hardly noticed when he lifted the loose bra off her breasts without unhooking it. His hand touched her small tit and she groaned.
Abby closed her eyes and let her emotions surge to the very highest point they ever had. When she opened her eyes, her head was cradled against him and both his hands were playing with her nipples.
He pushed away and unzipped his pants, pulling at them until his hard stiff cock came surging out.
"Hey, look," he said.
She turned and stared in amazement. It was so big, so huge!
"Go ahead, touch him, he wants you to."
She reached out her hand and touched, then grabbed it. So hot, so throbbing, so tender As she investigated him she felt his hands at her hips
"No. Jerry."
He kissed her and all the no's melted into nothing.
Gently his hands pushed up her skirt and tried to pry her legs apart. She resisted. He petted her crotch through her nylon panties, then he groaned.
Jerry lay down on top of her, forced his cock between her legs and with the tender head of it caught between her thighs, his hips pumped a dozen times. Twice his long cock went high enough to caress her soft pussy fur through her panties, then his cockhead exploded in surging spasms of ejaculation.
"Oh. damn. damn, damn! Now that is really fucking."
He rolled away from her and sighed. For six months Abby thought she had really been fucked.
Abby grinned at the memory as she lay on the cot in the laundry room. That had been her first wild introduction to the nitty-gritty world of sex. She laughed softly into the darkness, shrugged out of her bra and blouse and stripped off her panties. That bare-assed feeling did something to her sex machine. She settled down on the cot and moved her hand down toward her crotch.
Now she was glad she asked them to put the cot in there so she could rest between loads. She told them she wasn't as strong as she looked.
Her hand came up her leg in a productive, practiced move and she knew the juices were starting to roll. She stroked her hard clit a dozen times, then got one hand working on her breasts.
She had heard nothing. There was no warning. One moment she was lying in the dark, the next the laundry room light switched on.
Abby looked up in shock and saw a teenage boy standing just inside the closed door. He had a big grin on his face and his hard youthful cock in his hand, which he pumped up and down slowly.
CHAPTER TWO
"Abigail," the kid said. "That's your name, isn't it? No sweat, pretty lady, no goddamn sweat at all. The fuzz don't know I'm here. Nobody saw me come in, and the old door's locked again tight as shit."
Abby had been so shocked and surprised that she didn't even try to cover herself.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
He laughed. "Looks like the same thing you are. I am participating in an autoerotic act. How about that! Shit, I know you been rubbin' off in here, so I said to myself, why make that pretty lady finger-fuck herself when I got the real thing right here and it's just itchin' to get into some pussy?"
At last she pulled her blouse over her top and pushed down her skirt.
"Get out of here at once, or I'll call Mr. Arthur. He'll tear you apart."
The youth standing before her chuckled, opened his belt and dropped his pants. He wore no shorts. His up-tight sack of balls made her suck in a gasp. Now she could see all of his shaft, it was over six inches long and quite thick. She frowned and looked up at his face. He was one of the boys at this two-week session. She'd seen him register yesterday with the rest. This one she remembered because he seemed so tall. He was fourteen, had to be for this camp, but he was over six feet tall. Probably a basketball player.
She shook her head. "Get out. I've got a gun in back of the washer. Want me to get it?"
"Hell, I heard you panting, Abby Cunt. I think you want the gun I got right here more."
She had sat up, and when he walked toward her, his long balls and long prick were at eye level. Unconsciously she licked her lips. The kid was hung like a stud horse, and he knew a hell of a lot more than Jerry did when he was fourteen in those rose bushes.
Abby knew she had to get up, turn her back and put on her blouse. Fooling around with one of the campers would get her fired on the spot. But already he was looming over her, his purplish prick held down so the big head aimed exactly for her mouth. She tried to stand up, but he pushed her down. He had kicked out of his pants and now sat down on her lap astride her knees, his cock almost touching her tits.
"You want him, don't you? I mean I've never fucked a girl. Shit, I talk big, but I'm a damn virgin. Know that? Old as I am, I've never lost my cherry. You want it? Abby, you want to show me how to really fuck, instead of just messing around?"
His hand pushed at her tit, caught it and didn't know what to do. He simply held it. Her hands came out and took his pole, pumped it once and then squeezed at his balls.
The thrill of touching his prick exploded inside her. She could see nothing else. His big hot, pulsating cock jerked in front of her. Its purple head pointed and ready, so hot she knew it would sizzle when it went into her.
Into her! Goddamn, what was she thinking?
He'd blab it all over and she'd get canned the next day. No! He said he was a virgin. She'd threaten to tell if he did. He'd be the laughing stock of the whole camp.
She bent and kissed the pulsing tool. It jerked. After that she didn't say a word, they didn't have to. She stretched out on the cot and made room for him. There were no windows in the laundry room, they were safe. She'd seen him throw the small safety bolt.
First she kissed him. Abby coaxed his tongue to move inside her mouth. Then she took his hand up to her breast, and showed him how to stroke it, how to caress her big breast so it thrilled her. She saved the nipple to the very last and showed him how gorged it was, how tall standing.
"What's your name?" she whispered.
"Jerry."
She laughed. "That's a good name. I was just thinking about another boy named Jerry, from a long time ago.
She kissed him again. "Jerry, go slow with a girl, don't try to rush her, especially the very first time. Spread it out. If you really want to fuck a girl, take her out, kiss her, then maybe a week later go a little farther, like touch her breasts. If she lets you, stroke them. Never go farther than she's willing to let you or you'll blow the whole thing. And don't think that just because you get your hands on her tits one night, that you're all the way home. It may take you another month to get her panties off. But slow, baby, take it slow especially the first time."
She took his hand down to her crotch. "When you get this far, you should have it made, right?"
He nodded.
"Not so, this is where you can blow the whole thing. Take it easy, caress her, rub the whole damn area, women like that. I don't care if she's been fucked a million times, every time is the best. So make it last, and make it good.
"First just rub it all around, that's the way, and up and down that sensitive inner thigh. Just make your fingers barely touch the flesh. That sends me wild. OHHHHH, yes! That's the way." She shivered as the blowtorch began to work its magic between her legs.
"Now, sweetie, touch my clit. Know what a woman's clit is? Here, look down here." She showed him the node over her pussy and how to trundle it. "You've got a prick but all us girls have is that little hard place. But it can set us on fire if you rub it right. Try it."
The boy did. She tried to relax, to remember they were safe. Somehow it helped more than held her back-the idea that she was doing something she shouldn't, with a mere boy, and that she would get fired on the spot if anyone caught them. He had to hit her clit only a dozen times before she climaxed.
It was a fantastic ride. The world suddenly turned all shades of purple and blue. She was behind a team of sparkling white horses, pulling her golden chariot, surveying her purple domain. The horses carried her higher and higher, the thunder rumbled and the earth shook and she came down to earth in the arms of Jerry who was scared.
"I hurt you?" he asked, suddenly a frightened fourteen-year-old again.
"No, sweetie, that was great, I just climaxed. It felt as good as when you cum. You still got a hard-on?"
She grabbed his rod. "God, yes, but your cock's stiff. How long since you jacked off?" Jerry laughed, looked away. "It's okay, Jerry, everybody does, nothing to be ashamed of. Just don't make it a habit, girls are more fun. You sure are keeping from climaxing. You jack off once while you were watching me?" He nodded.
"Thought so. Want to look over my pussy again? You ever seen a real live girl cunt? Go ahead, poke around with your finger, nothing down there gonna hurt you."
She spread her legs more, let him feel and hunt around. At last he straightened up.
"Come on, Jerry, get that hot cock of yours inside my pussy, it's hurting. You promised me your cherry, so come on, fuck me now, right now!
He went between her legs, not sure of what to do next. She pushed him down, caught his prick and pulled it toward her cunt.
"Come on, Jerry, sock it to me. Bore that log of yours right up my tube. You can't miss, I'm so juiced up down there now you hit anywhere above my ankle and your dick'll slip right in."
He moved ahead, and she felt his prick nudging against her. She worked against him, then heard him yelp.
"Hey, it went inside!"
"Yeah, it sure as fuck did. You like it?"
"Holy cunt, oh, man, but that's wild, wild. My dick's actually inside a pussy!"
"You better believe it. Now give me some action, pull it in and out, fuck me good, ram it to me. You hit me hard enough and I might be able to climax again."
Abby lay there loving it. She didn't stop to think what was going on, what she might be starting. She was in heaven, flat on her back with a big fat cock working inside her cunt and she was happy. She began working against his first thrusts, then as he got some confidence he punched it harder, sliding over her clit with each stroke, but it couldn't last. He was on his virgin trip and long before she was satisfied, he grunted and then gasped a dozen times.
She felt the hot sticky fluid jet into her pussy and groaned in response. Then he was done and jerked his slippery dick out of her.
"Damn, I better get back to the shack or somebody's gonna miss me." He found his pants and pulled them on. "Hey, I do all right? I mean was it good for you too?"
"Just perfect, sweetie, just perfect." She was still in a blue haze when she saw him move toward the door. She sat up clawing for her clothes. "Hey, don't open that until I get my clothes on," she said. She slid into her bra and blouse as fast as she ever had, then smoothed her skirt down and tried to find her panties. She gave up and let him out the door, then locked it again. This time she slid the bolt. She was positive she had locked it before he came in. How in hell did he get past the lock? She'd ask him if she talked to him again. She really didn't expect to. He got what he wanted. Got his cherry picked, now he'd have something to tell the boys.
The thought chilled her. Damn it, why did he have to come in and complicate things? If he did talk-shit, she would be in trouble so fast. She found her panties and slid into them, then took the last batch of clothes out of the dryer and folded them. Just two bunches, a man's and a woman's. That way she could wash the clothes of the staff without getting them mixed up and not do so many loads. She wondered whose panties were wrapped around whose shorts? It was a crazy idea, but she half wished they were voodoo items she could use and get the same two persons in bed.
That would be wild.
She finished the clothes, put them in the right boxes and locked up the laundry room. On the way across camp to her cottage, she shook her head at the thought of what had happened to her earlier. Absolutely wild. And the kid did have a good stiff prick. She wouldn't mind using him again, but it was out of the question. Too big a risk.
She shared cottage twenty with another woman, a Mrs. Jane Jones. She seemed kind of stuck up. She was the camp nurse and had a lot of books and junk. Abby let herself in with her key, not trying to be ultra quiet. It was about nine o'clock and, since the door was locked, she guessed Mrs. Jones was not inside.
The noise came from the second bedroom. Abby closed the door softly, then walked down the carpeted hallway toward the sounds. As she neared it seemed like some type of a struggle. Someone was breathing very hard, groaning. It was coming from Mrs. Jones' room. Interested now, Abby moved silently the last few feet to the door and peeked around. Two small candles burned on stands beside the bed. Mrs. Jones was naked, lying on her back. One knee was in the air, the other flat on the bed, and in the woman's hand she held a candle.
Abby grinned. Mrs. Jones was fucking herself with a red candle, pumping it in and out of her pussy and evidently was right in the middle of a climax. When it was over, Abby laughed and stepped into the room.
"Well, looka that, the old candle in the cunt trick."
Nurse Jones sat up suddenly, looked down at the candle still halfway up her pussy and pulled it out. Her face and neck and chest, halfway down to her breasts, turned red.
"Now, Abby, I can explain. You see, me and my husband...."
Abby held up her hands. "Jane, you don't have to explain anything to me. I mean you can get your kicks any way you want to."
Jane kicked her legs off the bed and sat there, knees slightly open so Abby could see the brown muff over her twat. She had good breasts, which tipped slightly outward. Jane smiled. She really had good teeth, Abby decided.
"Abby, I don't know how to put this, but when I was in nursing school, the tension got just terrible. And some of the girls found a way to release some of it." She looked at Abby who made no sign that she understood. "What I mean is that a couple of the girls, or sometimes three would get together and kind of help each other ... you know . rub off each other. There was nothing Lesbian about it, just a little mutual help."
Still Abby said nothing, she simply listened.
"What I'm saying is that if you get up-tight sometime and want to try it ... I mean it's all right by me. Do you understand?"
"Sure. I understand." Abby stared at her. She'd not seen a woman undressed since high school. Jane sure had a small waist.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I never get that up-tight. Frankly. I'd rather have a man help me." She looked at the other woman, then turned. "And about finding my twat, I've never been so up-tight that my good old finger couldn't connect with my clit." She looked back and grinned. "Hey, I'm not putting you down."
Jane waved. "Forget it. You're right. What I need is a good man with a rod about a toot long. If you see one. send him my way."
Abby grinned and waved. She might just do that.
Abby went down the hall to her room and went in. She didn't close the door, that would look too prudish. She really doubted that Jane was a Lesbian, at least a pushy kind. She was married and her husband was overseas with the Air Force, so she probably did get to wanting a cock now and then.
Abby pulled out her blouse and thought about Jane. She was a college girl, and a nurse and all that, but maybe she wasn't as stuck up as Abby first thought. That damn red candle sure was stuck up her!
Abby giggled and stripped, put on her robe and went for a shower. She did love to soak in a shower, let the water pour over her, then rub herself down good with a rough towel. Lots of women patted themselves dry, but Abby liked the feeling of the rough fabric scratching at her skin. It made her blood surge to the skin and her whole body tingled.
As she showered she thought again about what had been. It had been a good marriage for a while, then she blew it with the bottle. That had been bad, very bad. But lately she was on the road back. She hadn't had a drink in over three months. Around here it was simple, not a bottle in sight, oh, a few in drawers and cupboards, she guessed.
There were twenty full-time staffers, including the nurse, the maintenance man who lived there full time with his wife, the director Mr. Arthur, and a batch of counselors. It was a YM camp, but there were four women on the staff. They did handicrafts and macrame, even one workshop in cooking. Needless to say the counselor girls were well supported by the eight or nine men in the same area. Most of them were college kids, juniors and seniors, and she guessed that one of the girls was putting out for almost anybody with a prick. She couldn't be sure, of course.
When she got the job the man said they were isolated. He was right about that. THE PINES YMCA camp was sixty miles from the main town, and over twenty miles from the nearest crossroads store. She didn't have a car and on her day off she spent most of her time watching TV or hiking in the woods, or sometimes swimming down at the lake. They said she could fish, but she wasn't interested in that. The hikes had been fun. Idly she wondered now if Jerry ever took hikes. It might be fun to get laid in the pine needles sometime. She laughed, and finished rubbing herself dry.
Abby knew she was no raving beauty, but all through high school she'd had more dates than she could accept. She knew it was her boobs, and she had a rule that no boy touched them until he'd been out with her five times. Of course she soon lost track and it got so every date was the fifth one. Those young guys could be so damn persuasive. That had been a wild year, 1957, the class of '57. As she looked back it had been so exciting, every day and night jammed with activities, school events, football games, pep rallies, a little bit of study, pajama parties with the girls--
Then Harry Jonas came along. He was a mid-year transfer student, a senior, and a standout on the basketball squad. He had picked her out and moved in fast. He didn't ask her to go steady, he told her. She nodded.
On their first date after the first game he played in, he parked out on cemetery hill and started kissing her. Then he got his tongue in her mouth and his hand over one of her breasts and she got scared.
"Look, Abby. I don't take a girl out just to hold her damn hand. We're grown up, you're a woman and I'm a man and we need each other. In two months' we'll make love. I won't rush you or scare you, and we'll do it right so there's no problems or accidents. You're gonna enjoy fucking."
Later that same night he took off her blouse and then her bra and petted her breasts until she got so hot she almost asked him to fuck her, but he didn't. He told her, in two months.
When she got home that night she lay awake for two hours just thinking about him, and what it would be like. Then she rubbed herself off twice and went to sleep.
She had never looked forward to getting to school so much in her life. She always met Harry-before his classes; they ate lunch together and then he walked her home after basketball practice was over. But he was in training, so they could have only one date a week, after the basketball game on Friday.
Abby put on her shortie nightie in the bathroom and went back out the door and down the hall. It was fun remembering about the good old days.
Inside her room she took off her robe and had just turned back the covers on her bed when there was a rap at her door. It swung open and Jane came in. She wore a shortie nightie that was so sheer it might as well not have been there. Both her breasts showed through, the nipples still erect, excited. The bottom of the filmy material didn't quite come to the brown thatch of crotch hair.
"Oh, Abigail, just wondered if there's anything I could do for you before you went to sleep?"
Abby shook her head and tried to smile. "No, Jane, thanks but I'm fine."
Jane turned and shrugged. "Remember, you can always ask." She left and closed the door.
Abby was still thinking about high school days when she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Thursday morning, and Abby got through breakfast in the staff dining room without incident, and unlocked the laundry room. This would be one of her easy days. It was bedding day. All of the employees were supposed to strip their beds in the morning and leave the linens in their rooms.
Abby picked it all up, washed and dryed the sheets and pillow cases and towels and returned everything before five. The big size washer she had would take four sheets at a time. But it was a no-worry day. No hassle about permanent pressed things that had to come out of the dryer fast, and no worry about what to bleach and what not to. It was her dreaming day. Like what things would have been like if she had hung onto Harry Jonas, the basketball flash. She knew he was going on to college on a scholarship when he graduated, but she didn't have good enough grades for college. She had stuck to Harry like glue for five months.
Right on schedule Harry had made love to her, introduced her to penile penetration. None of that between-the-thighs malarkey for him.
Abby thought about it as she folded the sheets.
It was after the last basketball game of the season. They didn't win the league, so this was their final game. Harry made 27 points, and helped them win the game. They dropped in at the Tip Top for a milkshake after the game. As usual the place was mobbed. Kids six deep in every booth, the aisles so jammed you had to push your way through. A victory cheer went up about every minute and soon a cheer leader was standing on the counter leading the locomotive yell. Somebody blew a whistle that sounded like the cops and everything quieted down.
It was so crowded Harry and Abby couldn't find a chair or booth, but got their order in past the counter. They shared a shake, then vanished out the side door.
Harry had his dad's car for the occasion and they drove to cemetery hill and wandered up the trail toward the overlook. They watched the lights for a few minutes, then Harry caught her hand and they wandered into the woods. He picked a place where they could see the moon. Harry spread out a blanket and a small pillow. They talked, and kissed and petted. He undressed her slowly, carefully kissing off each of her undergarments until she was naked and shivering. It was a warm night, even for January.
He undressed quickly and lay beside her. Gently they kissed and he moved downward, until his lips closed around her breasts. She gave a little cry of joy and reached for the long stiff cock between his legs.
"Oh, yes, baby," he said. "Careful, careful."
He kissed and then chewed gently on her orbs. At last he kissed her lips and hugged her tightly.
"You got the best set of tits in the whole damned senior class, Abby, you know that?"
"Darling, they're all for you. I'm glad you like them. And I think you've got the best cock in town. Look at it."
His hands went between her legs, and it was like music, she felt as if she were being played like a piano as his hands moved over her legs, torso, and at last to the center of her very life and stroked the magical clit.
Abby exploded into a roaring climax, shivering and shaking, jolting from one series of spasms to another, until at last Harry pulled his hand away and kissed her into quietness.
She had known about her clit, and even rubbed off a few times, but she never had felt anything like this before. She was laughing and crying all at once and trying to roll over on top of him.
It took him three or four minutes to get her quieted down, then he went on warming her up, stroking her legs, playing with her pubic hair, and at last massaging her tender cunt lips. He probed several times with his fingers, spreading the juices as much as he could, then he kissed her soundly and moved over her, spreading her legs as wide as he could.
"It's going to be a tight fit, baby. If it hurts a little, tell me."
He probed down below, found an opening and began slowly to work his big broad cockhead in and out, enlarging the opening, helping her relax and then driving his dick in a little more each time. At last it eased in deeper, felt the fluids coating them both and he surged into her cunt with the last inch of his oversized cock.
Abby had been ready to scream at the expected pain. She'd heard how the first time hurt like hell, when her maidenhead would be split. But the girls in gym class said that was all rot. Most of them ran and jumped and played so hard that the old bit of tissue had been done away with years ago.
She tensed as he first touched her cunt, then tried to relax and found that she could. As she did he probed deeper and deeper and she felt the full flush of womanhood. That sure heady awareness that she could take care of her man, inside her!
Harry was in no rush. She knew he was tired after the game. But he showed her two or three different positions, and then he put her on her back again and drove his dick in fast and hard. He kept hammering away at her cunt, and slowly she learned how to meet his thrust so he penetrated farther. He was moaning and groaning and suddenly he began to pant. She felt him tensing.
"Darling, kiss me!" she cried.
His lips met hers and the surging fury within him shot out of his cockhead suddenly in a series of desperate spurts. Deep inside her pussy she felt the hot sticky fluid and she knew that now she was really a woman. Now she could meet life. She didn't have to go on to college.
They didn't use any kind of rubber or diaphragm, instead they had closely watched her periods and picked a night a day after she finished bleeding. It worked, there were no problems. After that they made love once every two weeks. They used every kind of birth control measure available, from saran wrap to a specially fit diaphragm.
Graduation night, Harry said good-bye. He had his scholarship, he was leaving for the summer to work in the college town and brush up on some classes. She never saw him again.
What would it have been like with Harold? She shook her head. She couldn't imagine. When she blinked open her eyes, a boy stood at the open door. She looked at him closer and saw it was Jerry, the boy who had been there the previous night.
"Yes?"
"They told me to come over here and get some sheets for our counselor."
"Help yourself." She pointed at the stack of folded sheets. "Two sheets and a pillowcase."
He picked up three. "No, no, only two." She moved over beside him as he got the right amount.
"I want to fuck you again," he said in a low voice.
"Drop dead," she said in the same whisper.
"How about at noon when everybody's eating."
She grinned. Why the hell not? She was giving him his basic fuck training. "How did you get the door unlocked last night?"
"I swiped a pass key. I can get into any building in the whole crummy place."
She thought a moment. "I'll be here this noon, but bring that key. I want it."
He hesitated. She reached out and rubbed his crotch, suspecting he had a hard-on already. He did.
"The key'll only get you in trouble. I need one."
"Damn ... okay. I'm feeling horny as hell."
"Good, so am I."
He took the sheets and pillowcase and went out the door. He left the door open.
She walked to it and began to close it, when she saw Jerry moving toward one of the cottages. Each one housed twenty boys and a college kid counselor. Two other boys met Jerry and moved with him across the camp. It might just be a chance meeting. She closed the door and frowned. What if it wasn't a coincidence? What if Jerry had given the other boys a message about having something different for lunch today? She twisted up her mouth, then shook her head. No, not Jerry. He was so cunt-hungry he wouldn't share his new found treasure with anyone. She checked her watch. It was eleven thirty, only a half hour to lunch. She knew exactly how much boycock she wanted to eat.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a quarter to twelve when the door came open again. She didn't notice it until she heard a voice behind her.
"I didn't know there were still folks around who worked so hard at a job any more."
She turned, saw it was Mr. Arthur, the camp director. She knew nothing about him. She had spoken to him briefly over the phone long distance, then saw him when she came for the interview for the job. Outside of that, she usually nodded to him at dinner. This was the first time he had been in the laundry room.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Arthur. Any problems?"
"No, no problems. You're doing a great job. We even get our clean sheets on time. Just wanted to be sure to see you at lunch. You'll be there won't you?"
"Lunch? Well, sure. You think I'm on a diet or something? I never miss my lunch." She paused in her work folding the sheet and looked up at him. He was about six feet, she decided, with a touch of gray around his temples. "You sure I didn't do something wrong?"
He chuckled and she liked the sparkle in his eye. "Not unless you haven't told me about it." He went toward the door. "See you in a few minutes."
When he was gone she tried to remember the color of his eyes. Brown or gray? She didn't know. For just a moment she wondered how old he was. He could be in his late thirties, or just turned forty. Nice, solid-sounding man. She wondered if he was married.
She spun around and threw a batch of wet sheets from the washer into the dryer. She had to stop that kind of thinking. All the man asked was to see her at lunch. It was some business, something he needed to tell her that he didn't want to do here. No damn big romantic thing at all. She grinned at the way she had jumped at the idea he was interested in her, in Abby Fedderson, a thirty-four-year-old broad with big boobies, and a waist that had thickened a little and feet that hurt after standing on the damn cement floor all day. She should ask Arthur for a foam rubber pad in front of the folding table. That sure would put an end to her backache.
She got to the staff lunchroom three minutes early, but saw a dozen eager eaters there already. She went through the line and picked out a salad and some yogurt. She had seen Mr. Arthur at a table next to the window when she came in. The tables were all set for four, which made for more informality. Usually she sat by herself, but today she picked up her coffee and headed for the boss' table. It was set for just two.
He stood when she came up and even helped her take her place in the chair. Two eyebrows lifted that she noticed.
"Thanks, Mr. Arthur, been so long somebody done that for me I can't remember who or when."
"Mmmmm, that's a shame." He frowned, the muscles of his face shifting momentarily from their smile, then back again as he seated himself. "And please call me Art, everyone does. Yes, that makes me Arthur Arthur, a little joke my parents played on me." He grinned. "But I don't care too much. This was supposed to be a big excuse to talk to you and find out if you need anything in the laundry room."
"Fact is, I do." She told him about the foam rubber standing mats. And he agreed.
"Fine, they have them in the kitchen. I should have figured that out by myself. Anything else?"
She shook her head.
"Good, now that business is over, how about going to see a movie with me tonight?"
"That's thirty miles each way!"
"True, I'm game if you are. We could leave about five, have a hamburger or a steak or something for dinner, then catch a movie. Okay?"
She smiled. It felt like high school again, and he would probably make a big play for her boobies, claiming it was the fifth date. She hesitated. What the hell? It might help her get a raise. She nodded. "Sounds like fun. Just don't tell the boss I won't be doing any overtime tonight."
He grinned and she saw a touch of Harry Jonas in his face.
"Take off at four-thirty. You put in more hours than anybody else around here anyway." He had finished his lunch. "Well, just wanted to get that all settled. Now I have a couple of phone calls to make. Pick you up at your cottage at five."
"Yes, I'll be ready. We're not dressing up, are we?"
"Wear whatever you like," he said and was gone.
She ate slowly, trying to figure it out. She'd been working at the camp for almost a month, and this was the first time he'd indicated that he even knew she was there, but he did ask her for a date.
She had moved back her chair when she remembered Jerry. She said she'd be in the laundry room this noon. It was past twelve-thirty. Jerry probably wouldn't be there. She left the dining room and walked quickly back to her own private salt mine. Even before she opened the door, she knew Jerry would be there.
She went inside and turned on the light.
"You goddamned liar," Jerry said. He stood beside the washer, his hard cock out of his pants and cradled in one big hand. "You said you'd be here during lunch."
"Sorry, I had to go somewhere, I'm here now." Just the sight of the little boy cock, hot and pulsating and ready to fuck her made her whole body ache. Already she sensed a wetness growing between her legs. She snapped the lock on the door then threw the small bolt and lifted her skirt, showing her white panties. She never wore pantyhose, not to work in.
Jerry stared at her crotch for a moment, then walked toward her.
"Holy shit!" he said.
She saw him gulp down his disbelief.
"I said I'd be here for a fast fuck, so come on."
"Jesus H. Keeeeeripes. You're something else, you know that. You fuck like a rabbit."
Abby hurried to the cot and lay down, pulled her panties off and lifted her skirt.
He shook his head. "Tits first."
She sighed and sat up, they all wanted the old boobies, from fourteen-year-olds to guys in their seventies. They loved to paw and pinch and suck on tits.
She got rid of her blouse and bra and bent over so her gorgeous boobs hung straight down.
"Try an ice cream tit cone," she said. "Eat me up."
Jerry grinned, slid to his knees and clamped his mouth on one of her beautiful hanging tits. She tried to reach his cock, but couldn't. He saw what she was trying to do and moved so he could suck and she could get at his cock.
Slowly she stroked him, played with his dick, then moved lower and massaged his heavy balls. He was hung great for being a kid. She scrubbed his balls together harder and harder and just as he was about to yelp in pain, she eased off. He came off her tit and pushed her back on the cot.
"Fucking shit, but that got me going, that grinding my balls together."
She laughed. "It was supposed to, we don't have all day." He was moving over on top of her but she held up her hand. "Hey, we fucked this way, how about a dog-fuck?"
Before he could answer, she turned over and got on her hands and knees.
"Spread my asscheeks and look for my old pussy. Then all you have to do is bend your knees a little, and slip your dick straight into my cunt. It works fine and is a wild, wild feeling."
"Hell, let me try."
He probed and jabbed and at last she reached back and tried to help him. She was getting hotter and hotter and when he at last found the hole, she yelped in pleasure and shuddered into a sudden and jolting climax. She soared, spraying herself all over the countryside, painting the landscape a beautiful gold and then coming to a halt just as she felt him start to cum.
"Go, baby, go!" she whispered. His torso had dropped to her back, his hips pounded hard at her like some misguided stallion mounting a mare, and his hands wrapped around her chest and latched tightly to her heavy, swaying tits.
"Goddamn, goddamn, holy shit, but that's fucking good fucking!"
He pumped again and again, and she knew he couldn't be cumming that long. She sagged, letting herself fall toward the cot, and his dick slid out of her. She panted on her stomach for a minute, then turned and looked at him.
He sat there, his pants and shoes and shirt all still on, with only the dying stem of his shrinking cock sticking out of his fly.
"Holy shit, but that was fine. I felt like some big horse mounting a wild horse. I felt like an animal just fucking. Goddamn." He shook his head.
She sat beside him and played with his limp prick.
"Yeah, that was a good one. I got a climax inside that time, just thinking about it. And that makes it something special." She kissed his cheek that was showing some soft white peach fuzz of whiskers. "Now keep your mouth shut about this or I'll start the rumor that you're a virgin."
He looked at her with a frown. "Hey, you wouldn't do that."
"Sure as hell I would if you tell anybody about what we've been doing."
He nodded, zipped up his fly and stood. "Got to get to some dumb class. I'll see you again." He left through the door and she scrambled off the bunk and bolted it behind him. Wouldn't that be great if Mr. Arthur walked in while she was bare titted and her cunt was hanging out?
She worked hard the rest of the afternoon until about four, and had all the bedding done. She put them in the right boxes and set them out for the boys to deliver to the proper cottages. She was done for the day. She sighed, closed up and went back to her cottage. The door was unlocked as usual and she went inside. Mrs. Jones wasn't there.
Abby stripped, checked her reflection in the mirror and frowned about her stomach. She had a little pot belly that seemed to grow every year, and her waist had thickened by over six inches since she had been married. She shrugged. What the hell, you couldn't have everything. And a few pounds here and there never hurt the old pussy any.
She had a delicious shower, splurged with some make-up and was reading the afternoon newspaper when she saw Mr. Arthur's car drive up outside. She jumped out of her chair, then stopped. No, let him come to the door, proper like.
The screen door was shut but the wooden door was open.
"Abby? You here?"
She came around the living room corner and waved. "Will I need my sweater?"
He stared at her. She had put on the tightest thing she owned, a tank top in soft blue with scoop neck. It was so tight it showed a seam of her bra in front, but she didn't care. It made her tits stick out like two watermelons.
He looked down at her breasts, not trying to mask his interest. At last he found his tongue. "No, Abby, I don't think it'll be that cold before we get back."
She smiled on the way to the car. He'd done everything but grab a handful of tit when he saw her. He'd never seen her dressed up. She even had pantyhose on. But it was the old boobs he liked. Maybe if she played her tits carefully ... She slid into the car as he held the door open. Easy, she told herself with a small smug smile. Just play it by ear ... or by tit ... whichever seemed to work out best.
CHAPTER FIVE
It turned out to be an interesting evening. They had thick steaks at a roadside eatery on the highway, got to the little town and went to the one movie house. One film was a shitty Disney classic and the other an intriguing X-rated sex romp. After the film they stopped at the same roadside place they had on the way in and had a couple of drinks. She gritted her teeth and ordered Coke in a bottle, sealed. She said she wasn't suspicious, just didn't want to take any chances. She was sure he knew she had been an alcoholic from her employment record. She tried not to let it spoil her fun, and Art could be fun. Away from the kids, he loosened up quite a bit.
"Abby, did you know I'm divorced? I thought I should tell you so you wouldn't think I was just a dirty old man dating a cute young girl."
She smiled and let it pass.
"Abby, I'm worried about you. It doesn't seem that you have much fun working way up here. The college kids can date each other, but those of us out of their age bracket, well it's more confining."
"I'm getting along just fine, Art." She touched his hand across the booth. "But thanks for being concerned."
"I am concerned. I know you're divorced, and maybe a little on the lonely side, so I thought, what the hell, why not let two lonely people have some fun themselves once in a while? I hope you enjoyed the movie."
Abby grinned. "Oh, I did, except for that one poor flat-chested girl."
Art laughed. "She was very well built, wasn't she."
They went on talking then, and Abby relaxed and drank her Coke and enjoyed herself. They left about midnight and started home. Three miles from THE PINES camp, Art turned off on a little side road that ended on a bluff overlooking a broad valley. They could see some of the lights below.
"Want to get out and look at it?" he asked.
"Sure." She expected him to bring a blanket, but he didn't. It was warm, the stars were out by the millions and up there at four thousand feet they had no smog, fog or haze to hide them. They walked ahead a hundred feet. He held her hand so she wouldn't fall, but there was no danger. He stopped and pointed out the restaurant where they had eaten. It was a small little glow of lights twenty miles away in the valley.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"It sure is, and so are you, Abby. I've wanted to say that since the first day you came to work."
"Thank you, Art. That's the nicest thing I've heard in just years."
He smiled and put his arm around her. "You should have someone to regularly say nice things to you."
She turned toward him. "Art, we're not kids, right?"
He nodded.
"Would you think I was just awful if I asked you to kiss me?"
He shook his head and pulled her toward him.
His lips missed hers, then came back and connected. She pushed hard against him, letting her breasts crush as his arm tightened. Oh, God, that's good, there's something about a grown man kissing you, crushing you ... She wanted to gasp for breath, but instead she opened her mouth slowly. His tongue was there and he pressed it inside her mouth. A moment later they swayed apart. She wanted to ask him if they could sit down, but then she knew he would think she wanted him to fuck her. So she stood. She had to play this slow.
He looked at her and grinned. "Hey, pretty lady, that was worth waiting for."
"Thank you, Art. I loved it. Maybe you could do that again sometime."
He kissed her again, this time softly, gently, with only their lips touching. It was so lovely tears came to her eyes.
"Oh, Art! You sure know how to make a girl feel good."
He caught her hand and walked along the rim to another spot. Here they could see the other way, down a different valley.
"See right down there? Those lights? That's THE PINES. I didn't really think we could see it from here, but that can't be anything else."
She put her arm around him and hugged him.
"Thank you, Art, for bringing me out tonight."
"Hey, you're welcome. I've had a ball." He looked at her. "Hey, we're both adults, right? Would you mind if I asked you if I can pet your breasts?"
Abigail giggled. She hadn't giggled since high school.
"You know, nobody has ever asked me that before. Most guys just go ahead and try." She picked up his hand, kissed it and then put it over her breast.
He pressed it, and rubbed carefully, working against the tight material. He made no move to go under the cloth. She didn't invite him.
He kissed her once more as he petted her breasts. It wasn't a passionate buss, rather a delicate, tender, sweet kiss.
"Abby, all men are divided into two parts. One side is fascinated with woman's legs and her bouncing little behind."
"And the rest of them," Abby said, "are tit men."
They both broke up laughing. When they calmed down again, he kissed her cheek. "I'm certainly not a leg man," he said, leaning down and kissing her near breast. He straightened quickly.
Abby felt her juices running. She wanted him. She wanted him in bed with her or in the grass or in the back seat of his Buick. But she wanted him, and right now.
He caught her hand. "Time we went home, I've got a big day tomorrow."
She hesitated just a fraction of a second and he felt it.
"Abby, there's going to be other times. I guarantee that. If it's all right with you, we'll go into town next time, the big city, and have a real night on the town."
"Yes, I'd like that, I really would. It was just so lovely here." She reached up and kissed him, pushing hard, worming tightly against him until his arms came around her. She battered at his teeth until he parted them and let her tongue slide inside. She held the kiss until she knew she was about to drip from her panties. Then she eased away. "I like you, Mr. Arthur, I really do."
It was almost two in the morning when Abby got to bed. He had driven back, kissed her in the car and made a date for two days later. It would be her day off and they would go higher in the mountains and rent a boat on the big lake.
She went to sleep almost at once.
The next day Abby didn't see Art at breakfast or lunch. He was in the city working on some new supply details for the camp. She got her work almost done. At four-thirty she was putting things away when Jerry came in the door. He closed it and slid the bolt.
"Jerry." She shook her head. "Look, Jerry, I'm just too tired today to play games."
"You weren't too tired last night to fuck old man Arthur about six times."
"Jerry, we never ... Jerry you just get right out of here. I'm tired, I told you that."
"Too tired for this?" He reeled out his semi-stiff prick and, as she watched, it came to fucking ready.
Abby shivered, then turned. "Yes, too tired for that. Now please leave." She kept her back to him. She heard the bolt open, the door come inward, then close. She sighed and turned around, only Jerry had not left. Now another boy stood there, rubbing his fly and the bulge there.
"Maybe you need two at once, Abby. You too tired for two hot young cocks like us at the same time?"
Abby couldn't take her eyes off the second boy. He unzipped his pants slowly, pulled out his cock that was already stiff and ready. It was shorter than Jerry's but thicker. She felt her breasts begin to burn. Damn, two at once! She'd only dreamed about that. Slowly she walked toward them. She heard Jerry throw the door bolt, then she had knelt in front of the new boy and stroked his smooth young cock.
"Oh, so pretty, such a pretty baby." She bent forward and kissed it, and his cock jerked.
"Watch out! "he yelped.
She saw the surging cock come up and she grabbed it with both hands, pulling him forward, sucking his prick into her mouth just as the first shot of cum splashed through his tube and into her throat. She sucked on it and he jolted again and again into her mouth, groaning with every thrust. When he finished she sucked him dry, then licked his cockhead clean and smiled up at him.
"Well, you've just been sucked off, how did you like it?"
He was still panting, all he could say was "Wow! Oh, wow!" She led him to the couch and put him on it, his softening prick still outside his jeans. Jerry grinned at her.
"Hey, you're a real cocksucker! When do I get my turn?"
"When you earn it. You haven't rubbed me off for days." She was unbuttoning her blouse by the time he got to her. She unhooked her bra and shrugged out of both garments. "Now, junior-sized fucker, see what you can do for me."
Jerry pushed her gently down on the cot and knelt beside it. His hands played lightly over her large tits, barely touching them. Her eyes flared.
"Jeeze, Jerry, that's wild, wild." She reached back, trying to grab his prick, but he backed away.
"Not yet, we're just getting started." His hands kept working on her tits, touching her more, then rubbing, working up both her breasts at once.
Abby lay there trying not to pant. She felt like every cell in her body was screaming for sex, sex and more sex. She didn't think she would ever get enough right then. Time meant nothing, work was forgotten, the two boys who stood near her were the lovers of the century. She felt the juices down low seep together to form a wetness in her panties.
Jerry worked up to her nipples, already tall and straight with hot blood. They surged higher still as he toyed with them, rubbed them between his fingers, and then snapped them with his finger until each burned with a white-hot flame.
When his mouth lowered and kissed the surging underside of her tit, Abby moaned. He kissed it again, then worked his way slowly to the point and licked her nipple.
"Beautiful, Jerry, sweetie, that's just beautiful. You sure must have had a damn fine sex teacher to know how to do all that."
He licked her nipples again, then kissed her lips.
"I got me the best sex teacher in the business. What she don't know about fucking ain't worth hearing. I got me you, Abby-fucker."
As he said it he worked his hands lower, flipped up her skirt around her waist and lifted her panties from her hips. A moment later he had them stripped off her ankles. His hands kept working, rubbing down her sides, over her little pot of a belly and down and around her glory hole. His hands concentrated on one leg, her upper, inner thigh, the sensitive part and caressed it, massaged it, rubbed it until Abby groaned.
"Move in, damn it, I'm waiting for you."
"Hell, I know it, beg me to rub you off." As he spoke his hands slid between her legs and up across her pussy.
She yelped. "Damn!"
"Yeah, good, huh?" Jerry slid his hands around her crotch, then petted her pussy lips for a minute. He stopped and jammed two fingers hard up her cunt and watched her react. Then he came out and hit her clit with his finger. It took him a few strokes to find the right spot, but then he worked fast. She'd told him to hit it hot and hard, fast with some pressure.
He followed the instructions to the letter and, before he had made a dozen passes, Abby was panting.
"Yeah, that's a girl, go, go." He bent, sucking on one of her tits, then shifted to her mouth and jammed his tongue halfway down her throat.
Abby felt her whole world turn upside down. The spasms were on her and she floated away from her body. She didn't know where, it was like her body had died there in that last surging cum climax and she was free. The whole world looked perfect, clean and at peace and gentle. No anger, no violence, nothing but love and joy.
Then her body twitched and the climax roared again and she knew she wasn't dead after all. The jolting pinpoints of electricity began sparking in every cell, causing her to jump and weave and moan in the tremendous pleasure the sparks caused.
Almost as soon as it came, the sensations were gone. She took a deep sigh and tried to swim back out of the sea of emotion and gut-sex to the reality of the washing machine in the laundry room.
That was when the knocking came on the door, like a fist was being pounded. The voice came through faintly.
"Hey, Abby, you in there?" It was a man's voice.
CHAPTER SIX
Abby's face locked tight in a scowl. She put her finger to her lips and looked quickly at each boy. No one moved. The voice came again, then they heard some muttering through the door and it was quiet.
"Jeeze, what do we do now?" Jerry asked in a whisper.
Again Abigail put her finger to her lips. She eased off the cot and moved silently to the door. There was no crack, no keyhole, no way to see out. Now she wished the room had at least one window.
Furiously she tried to think through the problem. She could get dressed and rush out after whoever it was. She could ignore it and keep the kids there for an hour, then go out and let the kids sneak out later. Or she could simply wait and see what happened. Both boys were pushing their shirts back in their pants and zipping up. She reached for her bra and blouse, slid into them and put on her panties.
She started one of the dryers and conferred with the boys.
"You guys know of any other way out of here?"
Both shook their heads.
"You guys got to check in at one o'clock?"
"Yeah, recreation rest, then play time. Dumbnuts check our bunk. We're supposed to have half an hour rest."
She spotted two of the boxes of sheets that didn't get picked up yesterday. Counselors on leave. She gave each boy one of the boxes and told them to walk out like they owned the place and deliver the boxes. If anyone asked them what was going on, they were to say they got nailed for extra duty.
She ushered them out and stood, hands on hips as she watched them go, as if they were unwilling laborers. When they were safely out of sight, she glanced around but saw no one watching. No telling who it might be, one of the other staff, or maybe even Art Arthur himself.
The afternoon spun past. She was working on individual campers laundry now, usually it took just one load and she kept up the practice of doing a woman's laundry with a man's as long as the girl's things held out.
She closed up at five, went to her cottage and cleaned up and watched some of the news before dinner at six. A note on the door told her that Nurse Jones had to go into town to get some special poison oak medicine. She'd be back the next day.
That night at dinner she sat at a table with another girl, one of the college counselors. They were almost finished eating when Art Arthur came in. He spotted Abby and took his things to her table.
"Hey, can I join you?"
They both nodded and he sat down. The other girl excused herself and left, grinning shyly at Abby. News of their date had swept the camp like a forest fire.
"Hi, have a good day?"
"Sure, socks and sweaters and pants."
"There's going to be an opening in the kitchen next week. Want to try that? Be a lot easier than the laundry."
"Sure, I like getting up early."
He grinned. "Fine, I'll just hire a new laundry lady instead of a cook."
He ate in silence for a minute. She watched him. He had a certain flair; character she guessed. It appealed to her.
"You doing this because you're not a leg man?"
He laughed, stared at her with clear blue eyes. "I like all of this girl, from top to toes."
She smiled at him, accepting his tribute.
"I bet the rumor mills are grinding about our date, and now your sitting at this table."
"So let them grind. The kids need something to take their minds off themselves. You know one girl got pregnant up here last year? After it happened, I found out she was taking on half the guys up here, the counselors, I mean, and charging them five bucks a throw. She cleared just enough to pay the doctor and hospital for the delivery."
"What a great example for the kids, huh?"
"Oh, we never let it get out. We helped her and got her into a home. We also grabbed her bankroll to pay off the medics. I hope we don't have anything like that happen again."
He finished eating and watched her. "Remember, we still have that date on your day off? Day after tomorrow."
"Sure I remember. I'm looking forward to it."
He got up. "Got to eat and run. We're working out some new plans for two more cottages next year and lots more boys. Means a whole new set up. Thanks for the lunch, you do good work." He turned and was gone.
She got another cup of coffee and sat there thinking about it. Had he meant anything about that story of the girl? She thought back to what brought it up, and decided he had just thrown it in as a camp oddity.
When the coffee was gone, she put her things on the counter and walked slowly back to the cottage. The sun was still up, just edging past the far ridge. This was a beautiful spot. She wondered how she had got so messed up she could have blown her marriage and lost her son at the same time. Sandy was ten by now. She missed the little guy. He was growing up so fast. She didn't even have visitation rights, but she knew her ex would agree to a visit if she got back east where they lived.
A letter, she should be writing him more often. She'd tell him how she was working in this YMCA camp, and all about the cabins and the pines, and the lake....
Inside the cottage she closed the door and snapped on the TV. They were so high that they had excellent TV reception. Each of the regular staff member cottages had a good color set. It was their only recreation-except pubic.
She got out her pad of paper and began a letter to Sandy. She knew what a kid of ten was interested in, and for an hour she wrote steadily. Then the TV caught her attention and she turned to it, her interest snagged by a good medical drama.
When it was over she turned off the set and went into the bathroom. When she came out, Jerry sat in the chair where she had been. At least he had all his clothes on.
"Jerry, you're not supposed to be here."
"Yeah, right." He stared at her.
"What do you want, Jerry?"
Jerry looked at her and laughed. He seemed a little shy now here in her cottage. He stood and looked at her, then slowly put his hand down to his crotch and cradled his balls and cock.
"Oh, Jerry. We can't go on doing this. Don't you see? You're fourteen and you should be seeing girls your own age, learning about girls slowly."
He unzipped his pants.
"Now, Jerry. You know we shouldn't. Why do you tempt me that way? I think you'd better leave."
His hand vanished inside his pants and came out full of hot, juicy, almost steaming hard boy cock, ready to fuck.
"Oh, Jerry!" She wailed the last. From the very first moment she saw him she felt her blood begin to surge, felt the glow then the burning hotness of her breasts. How could she get worked up so fast? With her ex it had taken fifteen minutes of talking before she'd even let her breasts be touched.
She stood there as he walked toward her.
"Jerry...."
His lips met hers and the kiss was hot and hurried. His hands started to unbutton her clothes. His tongue burrowed inside her mouth and fought against her teeth. His hands got under her blouse. She tried with little real effort to push down his hand.
"What if someone looks in the window?"
He laughed and pointed to the windows. The shades were drawn, the blinds closed.
"Oh, Jerry." The wail came again, but with less irritation.
He caught her hand and walked down the hallway toward her bedroom. Inside he didn't bother to close the door, simply led her to the single bed and gently pushed her down on it. She sat on the edge, feeling everything, and nothing. Feeling all the thrill and wild abandon of a bride on her wedding night, yet deep down knowing it wasn't true, she was fucking a fourteen-year-old kid and she knew better. But his young soft skin, his skinny prick and the big set of balls simply set her on fire.
For a fleeting moment she wondered what would happen if they were caught. Poof! There would go the better job in the kitchen and more money. There would go any chance to get to know Art better. She felt he really was interested in her, more than just a date now and then. BUT THEY WOULDN'T GET CAUGHT! AND THIS WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY THE LAST TIME.
She felt him removing her blouse, then her bra. She sat there not helping, letting him do it. When his hands moved to her breasts and he warmed them up exactly the way she had instructed him before, the hot surging blood spilled over and she groaned, falling backward on the bed, pulling the youth with her and working at his clothes.
She threw his shirt and pants to the floor and ran her hands over his soft, man-flesh. It was just beginning to pick up the bumps and bruises and scars of a man's world. It wouldn't last long. She made him take off his shoes, then stripped off her panties and skirt and rolled over in the bed, pulling him down on top of her.
"This's is the way sex should be done, Jerry. In bed with your fucking shoes off, and bare-assed on the old covers and loving every cunt-screwing minute of it."
"Yeah, wild." He looked at the door.
"Don't worry, the nurse is out of town for the night, she won't be coming in. Of course, that way you can't fuck two cunts at the same time. You'll do it eventually. Got to save something for you."
She grabbed his cock and stroked it up and down. "Damn, but that's a fine prick. You beat your meat tonight before you came over here?" He grinned. "Fuck, I don't care."
His hands were on her breasts again. She loved the way he warmed them up. It gave her an idea. It had been months, no years since she'd had a good boobie screw. She looked up at him.
"What would you like to do, I mean how, tonight?"
He shrugged. "Fucking's fucking for you, right?" she said. He nodded.
"Okay, then it's time for a good old tit fuck."
"Tit fuck?" He scratched his head. "How?"
She pushed him away and rolled over on her belly, then got on her hands and knees.
"Scoot up under me on your back. Get high enough so your hot old prick's right under my tits."
He did, grinning, laughing, brushing his prick across her cunt just to see her jump. At last he was in position. She lowered her big swaying breasts until they covered his prick.
"Now, just nose that cock of yours up in the cleavage between my tits and pump away until you cum."
He tried a stroke or two and she swore. "Goddamn, but that hurts." She pushed away from him, got a fist full of spit from her mouth and spread it around his cock and on the underside of her tits.
Again she positioned herself and he tried it. This time the lubrication of the saliva allowed the prick to slide easily in and out between the huge breasts. She pushed lower, flattening her tits until his strokes became tighter and she could thrill with the contact.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice, Jerry. Bet you never even thought of tit fucking before. Tell me how it feels."
"How? Wild, like it always does. Feels like my skull's going to blow off, and my guts're going to explode and when the cum starts up the tube ... man, nothing like it, nothing I've ever felt in the world can compare. 'Course it's over too fast."
"Over too fast? Hell, don't have to be. There's ways to make it last. You ever try the old rubber band? You get your fucking prick hot as you can, then put a tight rubber band around your prick way down by your balls. That kind of chokes off the jism and won't let it come up the tube. 'Course I can't say it always works, or that it won't mess up something, but I've heard that it sure as fuck works."
She felt him breathing harder. His face was a foot beyond hers. She wanted to kiss him. She liked to be kissed when the cock was ejaculating. But some positions just wouldn't work.
Abby felt him pumping harder, saw his cock penetrate past her big tits once in a while and then jerk back. When he blew he came through again and his first glob of jism splashed onto her neck. Then he slowed and her tits caught the rest of the cum. He panted and groaned and, before he had quieted down, she pushed his hand down between her legs.
He had her number, and found the right spot. He lifted her knees and spread them, then rubbed her clit a dozen times, reached up and kissed her and settled down to hard rubbing.
"Tell me how it feels for you," he said.
She smiled. Hell, half the men she'd fucked around with wanted to know the same thing. She always tried to tell them, although it must have changed over the years.
"Well, Jerry, it's first a soft glow, like it feels when you get warm after being really cold. Then the glow turns into something stronger, and the longer it lasts, the hotter it gets. Like now when you hit my old clit, I'm getting so hot I could steam. I really am! And that turns something else loose, I don't know what it is, and my cunt starts to sweat lubricant, and my whole cunny gets warm and must start to swell or warm or expand or something. I start to pant and breathe hard, and suddenly nothing's important to me but to get that damn meat into my twat, to fill up my old pussy with some hot cock meat. When a girl gets to feeling that way, she better want to fuck or else she's gonna have to try something else. I had a friend who used her big German shepherd dog. Honest to cunt. She had that dog fuck her every Thursday night for five years."
She started panting. Her hips began a slow motion up and down on the bed, and he had trouble keeping his finger on her clit.
"Don't loose me now, or I'll kill you. Make that finger work, damn it!"
Abby gritted her teeth and pumped her hips high as the full force of the climax hit her. Then she slumped on the bed, shaking as if the world were tumbling, gasping and panting all at once as a dozen spasms whipped through her writhing body.
At last she sighed and lifted his finger away.
"Jesus H. Kripes, that was a wild one. Goddamn, but that was just about perfect!"
She leaned up on one elbow and looked at him.
"Jerry, you're good with a girl, you know that? You're gonna break a lot of hearts before you're through, but promise me you'll never get a girl pregnant. At least not until you've married her."
"Okay."
She heard something behind them. Lord God, was it all over? Had Jones come back early and found her here with his bare-assed camp kid?
It was a snicker, then a louder laugh.
She pushed Jerry aside and sat up on the bed. Just inside the bedroom door stood two more boys. Both had their pants down and they were having a jacking-off contest.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, no!" She turned to Jerry and started to swing her hand at him. He caught it.
"Hey, easy, just a couple of my buddies. What the fuck? You getting stuck up on me?"
"No, but I don't want the whole camp in...." She began to cry. She couldn't help it. The tremendous climax she had was so wonderful, and now to realize that it had been witnessed by two kids jacking off ... She sniffled and tried to pull something over her breasts.
Jerry talked to her, tried to get her calmed down.
"Look, I said they could come and watch, they weren't supposed to come inside. They never seen a naked lady before, no shit. So what's going to hurt, letting them look at you? Then I'll kick their little asses out of here."
Abby had been watching the boys through her sniffles. They both were smaller than Jerry, and their little cocks were not so developed. They looked more normal for fourteen-year-olds. What would it hurt to let them come and look at her? She brushed the tears out of her eyes. Shit, let them see a damn naked lady for a change, for the first time. She was almost getting two more cherries.
At last she sat up on the bed again and swung her legs over the side. The boys had stopped jacking-off and were watching her.
"Hey, guys, come here."
Jerry nodded and waved them forward.
"You guys never seen a woman before, a lady without her clothes on?"
Both of them shook heads in the negative.
"How would you like a close up look? Then you'll have to get the fuck out of here."
One of the boys giggled. His hand went back around his stiff cock. The other one moved closer and put his hand out.
"Don't touch, kid, just look. A woman has two breasts, or tits. Up here. They're soft and hard and they bounce and a naked lady likes a naked man to play with them."
"Could I touch them?" the first kid asked.
"What's your name, son?"
"Paul."
He had blond hair, a cute little face that she suddenly wanted to hug. His cock in his hand was hard but only half the size of Jerry's. Suddenly it looked twice as appealing.
"Sure, Paul, you can touch my tits. Go ahead, you won't hurt them. They're soft, and firm underneath. See."
His hand came out slowly, then with increased confidence. As his hand touched her white skin, his skinny cock began jerking and white cum spurted onto the bedroom floor. He humped his hips twice and it was all over.
Paul seemed to concentrate on her breasts, barely noticing his climaxing. His hand traced her breast, squeezed it gently, then investigated her nipple. As he played with it she sensed her motor beginning again. Her nipple was standing stiff and tall as she pulled Paul closer to the bed. His little prick had wilted. She pushed his shirt open and began rubbing her hands over his smooth, hairless chest.
She was talking to him now, softly, gently, telling him how girls liked boys, but that he should always be gentle and kind. She spread her legs, making her cunt whisper open, showing hot-red through the fringe of pubic hair.
"Down here, Paul, this's where it happens. This's my cunt, my old fucking hole."
The other boy came up. He had taken off his shirt and pants. His cock was still hard. She pulled him forward.
"Here, I'll show you." She lay back on the bed, lifted the second boy over her and straddled his legs, then slowly she inserted his small prick into her cunt.
"See where it goes, Paul? See how it slides right inside me? There's plenty of room, and it won't hurt the girl. She'll love it." She pulled the boy's hips and jammed his small prick into her up to his pelvic bones. He groaned and began whacking his hips at her as hard as he could. He gasped four times, then sagged onto her.
"How about that, you just had your first fuck.
What's your name?"
The boy laying on her looked up, still breathing hard and swallowed. "I'm Joe," he said.
"You're a good little fucker, Joe." She saw Jerry watching her, his big tool hot and hard. "Don't feel left out, Jerry, come here." She knew what she was going to do then. While Joe's cock was still inside her, she was going to suck off Jerry. Maybe Paul could figure out something to do, too. She got Jerry beside her and licked his prick. He groaned, then his eyes widened as she took his whole cock inside her mouth. His hips began a slow pulsing rhythm and she glided along with it. She caught the other boy's hands and steered him to her side then got his hands on her boobies. It was going to be one fine three-way fuck.
She couldn't decide what to do with her hands. At last she reached behind Jerry and began kneading his buttocks, squeezing his asscheeks and letting them go, spreading them, working in toward his little puckered asshole. At first he tried to move away and told her not to play with his asshole. Then she pulled his prick from her mouth.
"Jerry, relax, I'm not going to hurt you. You might find that it's fun back there. It's perfectly normal. And it's all right if a girl does it, so relax. You can do it to me sometime." That seemed to satisfy him. He put his big tool back in her mouth and she went on playing with his butt.
It took her two or three more minutes to get her finger inside of his asshole. She stretched and probed and stretched some more. A little Vaseline would have helped. At last she worked her finger in beyond her second knuckle and he relaxed some muscles and it was like a wide open cunt. His bowel was clean and she probed around, then began fucking him in and out. He groaned and almost at once she realized she was getting him close to cumming too quickly. But she had touched the little gland inside that triggered him and she lapped up his cum as it shot into her mouth and down her throat. Some of it tasted different, and this did, more salty, much more salty and musty like in a cellar than any she could remember. She licked his pulsating cock clean and pushed away.
She shook her head. Three of them. Three little boys had been fucking and sucking and playing with her. Jesus H. Kerist, what was she thinking of?
She moved the little bodies and hands away from her and sat up.
"School time's over, guys. Get into your clothes and get out of here. Go out the back way and stay in the shadows or I'll have your balls singed off, you hear?"
Jerry lingered as the other two got dressed and scurried away.
"You ain't mad, about my bringing the other guys? I figured they might as well get some training too."
"No, Jerry, I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed. Yeah, that's it. I'm sorry you did, because from now on, it's all over. I don't want to see you in the laundry room any more, and never, never, never, here at the cottage. Is that entirely clear? What I'm saying is that you've had the last piece of my ass you're getting."
"Yeah, I understand."
He said the words but she knew he didn't mean them. There was something in the way he watched her. She realized she hadn't dressed. He moved toward her, but she held up her hands.
"No, Jerry, I mean it. You stay away. I'll scream as loud as I can if you try to get into my cunt again.
This time he turned and went out the back door. She ran back and locked it, then locked the front door. How did he get in, hadn't she locked the door before? Then she remembered he had a pass key.
When Abby got up the next morning, she had a shower and got to breakfast just before it closed. She had made up her mind. She would not touch another young boy, no matter what.
About noon Jane Jones came by with some of her special slings to have washed, and they talked.
"Hear you're moving up in the world," Jane said, her black eyes snapping.
"Oh, how's that?"
"Your promotion to the kitchen. Last laundry girl we had here quit because she didn't get moved up. Now after only five weeks, you're moving."
"Just lucky, I guess."
Jane laughed. "Sure, just luck. And one date with the boss. You go to bed with him to get the job?"
Abby gasped. She'd never thought Jane would even think such a thing, let alone say it out loud. Then she laughed. It suddenly was funny. Jane was jealous of her promotion, and of her date. She turned to the other woman.
"You think I did, don't you? Jane, you can think anything you want to. The fact is, I didn't have intercourse with him, and the idea never came up." She grinned. "If I put out just a little for him, do you think I could get your job?"
Jane scowled, then she studied Abby closer and saw the grin seeping around the corner of her mouth. Jane began to laugh too.
"Abby, you just might. I know he likes girls with big tits."
They both laughed, and Jane waited until the slings came out of the dryer. They had a good talk, and Abby decided she understood the younger woman much better. As she left, Jane frowned.
"Now, remember, no fair trying for my job. I mean I'm a 34-A, and you're at least a D cup, I wouldn't have a chance."
"Get out of here and give some kid a shot," Abby said.
The rest of the day went smoothly, and she had no unexpected visitors. The work was routine now, and she spent most of her time thinking about the next day, her time off.
What kind of a day would it be? Would they have a picnic? She wondered what kind of a place he had in mind, like would it be a public camp ground with other people around-or was he thinking of some out-of-the-way place where they could neck a little?
She knew little about Art Arthur. He was divorced, he'd told her that. But why? Did he have any kids? How old were they? What did Art do when he wasn't at the summer YMCA camp up here? Was he in the city YMCA? She decided he must be. Had he been with the organization for a long time?
Again and again it came back to one question. Would he want to pet her again? The only reasonable answer could be a positive "yes." He was a man, and he said he loved her tits, and once a man gets going ... just what should she do, go ahead and fuck him, or say no? Could she hold him off with the hope of making some deeper kind of a commitment from him? Did she want anything else but a good time? Should she fuck him and forget him?
She was still in a whirl about the basic question when he picked her up the next morning. She wore a flared skirt with walking shorts underneath and a sun top that could be unsnapped into a bikini bra. He said they would get an early start and he was there right after breakfast. She saw a big box in the back seat of his Buick and guessed that he had the cook fix a lunch for them.
"Hey, nice, I like that outfit," he said as he held the door for her.
"Thank you, nice man. Where're we going?"
He explained that it was to a little resort on a lake about a thousand feet higher in the range.
"Old buddy of mine runs the place. He was with the Y for years, finally gave up on the kids and took off. He got the place on a tax sale or something and built it into a nice little resort. Has a lodge, and cabins he rents out, as well as a camping area with over a hundred camp sites for trailers, tents and campers. Doing fine. The lake has some fish in it and he's always fixing up something new."
It was a short drive, but seemed like a whole new world. The place was sparkling clean, painted to perfection and still with the rugged charm of a wild-west ranch. They went into the lodge and had Cokes. She wondered if he remembered that she didn't drink, or that he simply remembered she had a Coke on their last date. Art and his friend had a short talk and made some jokes, and Art came back to the little bar, grinning.
"We're all set. First, how about a nice quiet row on the lake before the sun gets too hot?"
She loved boats. It turned out Art was no sailor, and she took over the oars, expertly maneuvering the seven-foot little boat around the lake. They watched a man catching some blue gills, and slid by quietly. An hour later they drifted back to the small dock.
"I'm better on a horse than on an oar lock," Art said, angling her toward the stables. Inside, two horses were saddled and ready to go. One even had saddlebags packed with something.
She let Art help her on the smaller of the two animals.
"I'm not very good at this," she admitted.
But as it turned out, it didn't matter, they walked the horses down a trail that circled the lake, then turned away from the water and let the horses pick their way toward the top of a timber-studded hill. Just below the top, Art reined in and turned to look behind them.
She gasped at the beauty of it. The lake lay below them like a small gem. The cabins and lodge were toy buildings to one side.
"Oh, Art, it's fantastic!"
He grinned, nodded. "It's been a long time since I've been up here. Since I've wanted to bring anyone up."
He stepped off his horse and tied the rein to a small branch, then helped her down. When he had tied her horse, he came back with a blanket and two sacks from his saddlebags.
"Sore?"
"Not really, but it is an unusual position. You wouldn't have some lunch in those sacks, would you?"
"Guilty."
He spread out the blanket and they sat on it, watching the changing cloud patterns, eating the cold fried chicken and sandwiches. There were also Cokes and ice cubes.
"You think of everything," she said.
"I try."
When the food was gone, he cleaned up the things, pushed the refuse back into his saddlebags and came back to her on the blanket. He sat down beside her, reached over and kissed her gently on her lips.
"Hi, pretty girl."
"Hi, yourself."
His next kiss was rougher, more serious, and his arms came around her, turning her half around so she more nearly faced him. He pulled her close so her breasts touched his chest.
"Now, that was more of a kiss," he said.
He kissed her again, his hand falling on her breast. She left it there, suddenly knowing what she was going to do. It was probably stupid, but she was determined.
She pulled away from his kiss. His hand remained on her breast, rubbing gently.
"Art, you're kissing me and petting my breast. Just how far do you intend to go?"
He looked up, surprised. "Well, I don't know, it seemed the natural thing...."
"In other words...?"
"Well sure." He frowned. "Hell, Abby, you're a big girl, you've been married, I just thought we hit it off so well the other night...."
"And you figured I'd be an easy fuck."
He looked up, shocked at first, surprised, then he slowly shook his head. "No, Abby. I liked you the other night, I got to know you. True, I did ask if I could pet your beautiful breasts, but I certainly had no plan to bring you up here and rape you. If it worked out, and you didn't mind ... yes, I thought it would be very special if we could make love."
"But, Art, we don't love each other. How can we make love without knowing enough about each other to love? Strangers don't make love, Art, they simply fuck."
"Well, I...."
"Art, you've been married too, how often did you take your wife to bed? Say twice a week. How long has it been since you've had any sexual activity? Probably not twice a week. So you're a grown man, you can get it, get the release by using a couple of tissues in bed and jerking off. Now if all you need is that release, and you want to think of me as a couple of Kleenex, that's not very flattering."
He sat there staring at her, then he chuckled and lay back on the blanket. "I'll be damned!" He chuckled again. "That's the best damn logical girl-defense I've ever heard. It's downright perfect."
She looked down at him. "Art, you haven't answered my question. Do you want to fuck me right now, or do you want to wait a few weeks until we get to know each other so we can make love properly?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
He sat up and stared at her for a long minute. Then he rubbed his chin.
"You stay perfectly still for just a minute and I'll answer that question." He moved directly in front of where she sat. He cupped his hands like he was ready to squeeze each of her breasts and leaned in toward her. His hands dropped to the blanket and only his lips touched hers, so soft, so lingeringly sweet that she had to hold her breath. When his lips left, she forgot to open her eyes.
When she looked for him, he was flat on his back again, chewing on a blade of grass.
He began talking and she saw a smile in his eyes.
"My name is Art Arthur, I'm forty-one years old, divorced and I have two girls living with my ex-wife who are now fifteen and seventeen. I love them very much and I see them every week when I'm in town."
She tried to break in once, but he shushed her and went on talking. After an hour of his history and background, he jumped up and brought back two more Cokes from the saddlebags.
"Now it's your turn, I want a good hour of chatter about a girl called Abigail."
So she told him, laid it all out, about her marriage, how it broke up, about her drinking, and her wagon-status. At last he pulled her down on top of him and laughed.
"That's about all I can absorb at one time." He pulled her face down to kiss and again it was a light, intense love-kiss.
She was aware as she laid on his big frame that he was not as detached as he sounded. His prick was hard. He rolled her away and sat up.
"Time we started getting these nags down the hill."
For a moment she was disappointed. If he had tried to fuck her right then, she would have helped him, but she was glad he didn't try.
"Now, after you know something about me, Abby, you still want to see me?"
"Yes."
His level gaze seemed to sink right into her soul. "Good," he said.
It took them almost an hour to ride back down to the lodge. There was a jukebox, and they had another Coke and danced. She hadn't danced since the year after high school. It seemed good. They even knew the same steps and before long were whirling around the little floor totally enjoying themselves.
A slow, dreamy number came on, and he pulled her in close, crushing her breasts against him, holding her hips and stomach against his as they moved as one.
"Damn, I wish I'd met you two months ago," he said softly.
She smiled. "Haven't you heard that the longer you wait, the sweeter it is?"
He kissed her ear and they finished the dance.
They ate in the farm kitchen type dining room where they served one menu and you could eat if you wanted to. It was a farm style meal with creamed peas and potatoes, corn on the cob and a big plate of boiled vegetables.
It was late that night when they got back to THE PINES. Again he kissed her in the car and led her up to the cottage door.
"You move into the kitchen in three days. I hired a new girl to take your place. You can break her in tomorrow."
"Art, kiss me once more."
"Right here in front of the pine trees and everyone?"
"Yes."
The kiss was a long one and she felt his cock start to rise up to meet her. She pushed him away.
"Art, it was just marvelous. Now that womens' lib is here, I want to take you out-Tuesday? We'll even go in my VW bug, and I get to pay."
"Okay, I'll cancel my other date."
She grinned and let herself inside.
She was tired. The mental struggle to keep her pussy closed had been a strain. She wasn't used to that kind of a fight. But she grinned, it had been worth it, and was going to be worth it in the end.
That night she twisted and turned in bed, thinking of him, dreaming of how he'd look naked, how big his cock'd be, what fucking position he'd like. At last she put down her hand and, making believe she was lying with him, rubbed herself off. Then she went right to sleep.
The next morning it was work as usual. The one day off had been planned so there wasn't a double day's laundry, but it always was a little larger than usual. Two of the college girls brought in things to get washed because they had dates that night and she was busy from morning until noon without a let up. She had a quick lunch, eating with Art, and came back to the laundry room early. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. She did the first thing she always did, snapped on the light switch which flooded the big room with light. For a moment she thought she heard something behind her, then she rubbed her eyes and moved over to the dryer. She'd left it loaded and now turned on the start switch. As she moved toward the washer, she caught sight of a movement out of the corner of her eye.
Abby looked in that direction and gasped. On her cot against the wall were three little boys. All were naked. One lay on the cot and another was over him, trying to get a stiff prick up his ass. The third boy had his stiff prick in hand, slowly jacking off.
"Jerry! I told you not to come here any more." Before she finished it she knew her blood was starting to boil. She'd have to get them out of there fast.
"Hey, there's our good-time girl," Jerry said. "We came to fuck you, to screw your sweet cunt and to rub your tits and maybe get a finger up your ass. Come over here."
She didn't know where he picked up his smoothness all of a sudden. But his sexy words cut right through to her core and she knew her pussy was juicing up.
"No, Jerry, out. I told you no more."
He pushed the boys away from him and stood up, his hot prick looking more purple and bigger than before. It swayed and jolted as he walked toward her. She felt her reserves sinking, the only fight left in her would be to try to beat his meat to death inside her twat.
"Now you don't want us to leave, do you, sweet-titted fucker?"
His hands caught her breasts, massaging therti, warming them, then one hand moved down her blouse top and wormed under her bra. His rubbing hand soon drove every vestige of protest from her. Her hands caught his prick and fondled it.
"Joe, bolt the door," Jerry said. The naked boy ran to the door, holding his hot cock in one hand.
The three boys ushered her to the cot and sat her down. They all helped undress her, rubbing her body as they went, making sure she was hotter than a first time whore's cunt.
Jerry pushed her back down and knelt over her, his cock an inch from her face.
"Hey, you fuck old man Arthur yesterday on your big fling with your boss? I hear he always takes his free pussy up there to fuck up a storm. Was he good? Is his cock as big as mine? Bet he wasn't very good, old man like that."
She couldn't answer him. He had pressed his cock down to her lips, then inside. She sucked it a minute, then pushed it away and sat up.
"No, you guys got to get out of here."
"Hey, you ain't fucked me yet," Paul whined.
"They got to get their dicks inside you, but not me?"
"Tough shit!" She said it, but she didn't mean it. She tried to protest when the little boy climbed up on top of her and aimed his prick at her cunt, but she couldn't. Instead she spread her legs and humped up her ass so he could find it easier, then she groaned as his cock slid into her. How come she was so juiced up? She hardly felt his dick enter, but it was in there. Now if she just had a big cock up her asshole.
Jerry! Sure, why not?
"Jerry, want a real wild fuck? Get the kid out of me and you push your cock up my ass, then Paul can get his dick back inside my pussy. Let's try it. Lots of room."
She turned on her back and lifted her legs so he could find her. She told him how to loosen it up with his finger and to spit on his prick. He tried, and five minutes later he nosed into her.
"Slow, goddamn it, slow. Got to go slow or you could hurt me inside!"
He eased and she felt the big tool edge into her wrongway tube. It always gave her the wildest sensation, like taking a good shit and fucking at the same time. It was wild, weird. She let him go in about halfway.
"Now hold it, we're going to lift up a little and let Paul come in underneath me." Paul wiggled in, and then aimed his little prick at her cunt. There wasn't as much room now, with Jerry's cock bulging in toward the same area, but it was enough for his skinny dick. She felt him jamming at her old cunt and at last he wedged it inside.
The feeling was mind-blowing. She'd never had two cocks in her at once before. When they both started to move, she broke out in a sweat and yelled.
"Hold it, damn it, let me get used to it."
Slowly Paul began to move, then Jerry in an alternating way, and it was a kind of rhythmical pain she could live with.
The other boy, Joe, stood watching. He was still stroking his cock. She motioned him over toward her and let her head lift up off the edge of the bed. She pulled him closer and sucked his cock into her mouth. She'd read about the deep throat girl and how she took men's dicks eight inches down her throat. This way it was a straight line down frorn. mouth to throat, just like the sword swallowers used to do.
She sucked his prick in deeper and let the pointed nose of his cock touch the top of her mouth then slide into the opening of her throat. She wanted to gag but didn't, holding off with pure willpower, sliding his cock a little more all the time down her throat.
After the first shock it was easy, she kept moving him down more and more until she felt the pubic hairs at her lips. Goddamn! She had done it! She'd never managed to get more than about three inches of any prick into her mouth before. Now she was deep-throating it, just like that bitch who made the movie!
She relaxed for a minute, trying to get used to the fact that she had three cocks deep inside her body, cunt, ass and mouth, three damned pricks inside her at one time! The thrill of it almost brought on a climax, but she held it back, knowing that it surely would split her in two. Instead she concentrated on her throat, sucking him, working on him. But there was no real need. His cock had been inside her only a minute when she sensed him about to cum. She held his hips with her hands so he wouldn't drive his prick too hard into her. His hips shivered more than pounded as he ejaculated. The cum spewed deeply into her throat and she found that she couldn't swallow, it simply shot right down the tube, leaving something like a lump in her throat. His dick pulsated again and she drew it out, keeping her head up off the cot until it slid past her lips. Then she swallowed and the lump vanished.
As she was working on Paul, Joe climaxed under her. It was so softly that she was sure it was his third or fourth time in the past hour.
She let him lay there and start to shrink in size. Jerry sensed the tightness vanishing and began a slow stroke into her. She felt him hitting something inside and wanted to giggle. It was going to be a brown one, a real shit fuck by the time he came. His prick would come out a light shade of brown all over. She rode with it, feeling the tremendous unusual sensation of getting her shit-tube reamed out. He groaned and drove it in deeper as she let out a yelp. He came then, blasting his semen deep into her tube, then lowering down on her as he relaxed. She sagged too, and their combined weight almost smothered Paul underneath them. They came apart then and Jerry yelped. He smelled like shit.
"Look at that, look at my cock!"
The other boys looked, and laughed. Abby reached for tissue and stuffed up each of her holes, then pushed the boys aside and pulled on her clothes quickly. The boys were doing the same thing. Jerry stood there looking at his shitty prick.
"Wrap it with tissue, then go wash it off in the bathroom," she told him. "Now scat, get dressed and out of here!"
He did. She sat on the edge of the cot, trying to get herself pasted back together. Damn! That was a wild session. She had never experienced anything like that in twenty years of fucking. She shook her head and giggled. Then she got up, used the small bathroom in the laundry room, and got back to work.
Hell, it was just another hot and heavy session in bed, something any woman gets used to. But for the rest of the afternoon, there was a strange smile on her face. She thought of yesterday with a pang of guilt. Art probably thought she was hard up for cock, and would do her a favor with a quick bang. Here she was getting too much. Poor Art must be the guy hard up for a pussy. Maybe she would do something about that.
The more she thought of it, the more she wondered if she had done the right thing. If she had let him fuck her, would he have taken her out for a few more hot times, and then moved on to another big set of tits? She wondered. At least this way she could put off the first screw for a month or so and she could whet his appetite. She hadn't used that old Kleenex argument since just out of high school, but it sure as hell still worked. She laughed. Art was a nice guy, and she wanted to see how it went. She hadn't thought about getting married again, but it would be nice. Especially with a guy like Art who was smart; she was sure he'd been to college to get into Y work and to be director, and she liked him. He didn't come on too fast like a wild stud, but he did tell her he liked her body, and he respected her wishes. That was a lot to find in a man who had put his hands on your tits.
She transferred another load of wet laundry into the dryer and sorted through another box of clothes. Only one item that would need a separate load. Sometimes she did those by hand; it was faster.
She continued to think about Art. She liked his hands, good hands but so gentle, and the way he kissed her when she told him she really didn't want to fuck right then-that had been something she would never forget. Automatically she began comparing him with her ex-husband. He was taller, a little heavier, and his feet and hands were larger. That should mean he'd have a bigger prick. Could she take more cock in her old cunny? She knew there should be room, the kid came out of there, but if part of it wasn't used, wasn't stretched out, would it kind of shrivel up? She'd tried to put a candle into her cunt one night just to see how deep it would go. She got it in only seven inches and it began to hurt like hell. She got up and checked her watch. It was still early. She'd have the laundry all done quickly today. Maybe time for a quick shower and some perfume before she went to dinner. She was sure Art would come sit with her again. A chill swept over her. She had to leave the boys alone. If anything happened that Art found out, she thought she would probably die.
CHAPTER NINE
When Abby opened the door to her cottage, she found an envelope on the floor in front of her. Evidently it had been pushed underneath the door. She saw her name on it and picked it up.
That was strange, she had never had anything like this happen before. It was a business size envelope. Abby tapped the envelope on her hand as she sat down in the big chair near the TV. She noticed it was sealed, and tore open the end. That was one thing her ex couldn't stand, anyone who tore off the end of an envelope instead of opening the flap. Tough shit! She looked in the opening and saw only one item, a kind of a card. She shook it out.
It fell face up in her lap and at once she saw it was a picture, the kind you get from the instant picture Land cameras, a Polaroid. It was black and white. She stared at it for a moment, then a thin wail came from her throat. She covered her eyes with both hands, a sob coming from her very soul.
"Oh, no! Oh, God, no!" She picked up the envelope, the torn off strip, and the picture, and hurried into her bedroom. She locked the door from the inside and sat down at the small desk to study it closer.
The picture showed a woman with a naked body lying on her back, with his prick clearly inserted into one of her bodily holes. Another naked body, a smaller boy, lay under her and concentrated on getting his prick into her vagina. The woman in the picture could be identified easily. It was Abby!
That sneak Paul must have taken it with available light when she wasn't looking. He could have taken three or four. He would have another one or two around, she was sure. It could mean only one thing to her, danger, the danger that one of them might get back to Art!
She sobbed again, letting the tears roll out, blubbering and falling on her bed. Now what? Just what the hell could she do now? One of those little monsters had pictures of her, photographs, indisputable proof of her sin, her unlawful acts, of her unfitness for further work there.
She sat up, the original shock worn off, and her tears stopped. A cold, maddening fear jabbed at her. Now she was getting angry. What right did that kid have to threaten her? What did he want? There had been no note. She turned the filthy picture over and saw the writing. She read:
Hey, good shot, right? I figure it's worth at least twenty bucks, or a good time every noon for the rest of the week. Don't think this is the only shot. I know exactly where to send one if you don't cooperate.
It wasn't signed. She washed her face, changed into a sweater and combed her hair. It took her only a few minutes to find the back door of the camper's mess hall. She went in and talked to the second cook.
"Sure, I know Jerry," Sylvia said. "He's eating. Want to talk to him?"
"Yes, it's about helping me in the laundry tomorrow, I missed him today."
Sylvia left and a moment later came back with Jerry. He looked surprised to see her.
"Got some problems in the laundry room, Jerry, can you come over right after dinner and help me?"
He grinned, misunderstanding her. "Sure. I'm done now."
They walked to the laundry room and, when safely inside with the door bolted, she showed him the picture.
"That little shit!"
"You didn't know about the pictures?"
"Hell no."
"Good. You know you're in trouble if this ever gets out. You'll be booted out of the Y so fast your jock strap'll never catch up with your balls."
"Yeah, damn it! So what can we do?"
"We get back the pictures."
"I'll beat the shit out of him until he tells me where they are?"
"No good. He'll tell you where all but one is, then turn that one in and laugh while you get burned."
"Yeah, right."
"Know what cottage he's in?"
"Sure, he's in mine, just across the aisle."
"So, get over there right now and go through his locker and see if you can find any. He could have taken about three, I figure." Jerry just stood there. "Move, Jerry."
"They catch me going through his stuff, I could get in big trouble."
"You're in bigger trouble, and you know it. Now move."
He ran out the door and she sighed. She took a match and burned the picture into ashes, smashing them in the ashtray the former laundry people had used.
Jerry was back fifteen minutes later. He had two of the pictures and a frown. "You got them?"
"Two of them. I found them and waited for him. I took him out in back of the cottage and slammed him around a little and told him what a dirty shit he is. He just laughed. Said the other one was in a safe place we could never get to."
"Where is it, Jerry?"
"In Mr. Arthur's locked file drawer in his office. Paul said he told Mr. Arthur he had thirty dollars he didn't want to lose and asked if he put it in an envelope if he would keep it in his file until time to go Saturday."
"Great," Abby said, sitting down on the cot. "So how do we get it out of there?"
"I still have that pass key, remember?"
"We break into the boss' office and steal that picture from his files?"
"Look, I've got a Juvie record. If this thing gets out, they could throw me in the can for a while. It's worth it to me to get that other picture tonight."
Abby found another match and tore up the pictures, then burned them. She was thinking all the time. If Art did see the pictures, he would be through with her. How much did she want to try to make it with him? She watched the paper burn, and when it was ashes, she looked up.
"As soon as it gets dark, we make a run at the private office of Mr. Art Arthur. Bring your key."
They agreed to meet near the old well as soon as it was dark. Jerry could get away then, and she was free. She went back to her little desk in the cottage and looked for an envelope. She couldn't find any large ones, so she took a small one. It was plain and she hoped similar to what Paul had used to put in the file.
As she sat there, the whole thing came down to how much she wanted to get to know Art Arthur better. She wanted to, she admitted that. They wouldn't throw her out any farther for getting into the file than they would for fucking the campers. She had nothing to lose.
It was dark that night, and no moon out. She met Jerry and went to the side door of the administration building, slipped inside and saw that no lights were on. They moved carefully along the hallway to Mr. Arthur's outer office and slipped in. Everything was as she remembered it. It was just light enough so she could see the file drawer. They tried it, but found it was locked. Jerry tried the pass key, but it wouldn't work.
Before Abby could move, she heard a soft laugh. At first she thought it was Jerry, then she realized it was a woman's laugh. The door into the private office was open a crack, and now they could hear someone moving around. The giggle came again, louder this time.
"Hey, quiet, you want the whole camp in here?"
Abby frowned. She was sure that was Art's voice. She motioned for Jerry to stay where he was and edged over the carpeted floor toward the partly open inner door.
At first she could see nothing. Then through the crack in the door she saw a dim light, flickering. She held her breath and touched the door. It moved inward an inch, silently. She did it again. By that time the opening was large enough so she could peer around the side of the door.
As the door had been moving open more, she decided the light must be from one candle, a small one.
"Oh, darling, that's so good. You make me just all goose bumps when you do that." It was the girl.
"You've got some good points yourself," Art whispered.
"Oh, you. Chew on them, darling. Make them want it again."
Abby couldn't stand it any longer. She moved lower, so she could stretch and look around the door. What she saw did not surprise or shock her, only confirmed what her ears had been telling her. In the flickering half-light of the candle, she saw two naked forms. Art lay half on the girl, with his huge stiff prick jammed partway into her cunt. He bent now and nibbled on her small breasts. For a moment Abby couldn't see who it was. She thought she recognized the voice, but no name came. When Art moved his shoulder, she saw the face. It was their loyal and devoted nurse, Jane Jones.
Abby pulled back from the door and moved cautiously, making her way out of the office, motioning for Jerry to come with her. They got down the hall and slid through the side door without being seen. The conference was short.
"That lock on the filing cabinet is too tough, Jerry. I'll have to get the envelope another way. Did Paul say when he might turn it in to Mr. Arthur?"
"Nope, just that my ass had had it. My guess is, he'll do it tomorrow."
She listened, trying to be very logical and practical, but all the time knowing the chances were getting slimmer and smaller and almost nothing.
An idea started to grow in her mind. She waved at Jerry, thanking him for the two pictures, and telling him she had a plan that could work.
She walked swiftly back to the cottage. She got the telephone switchboard and called Mr. Arthur's cottage. As she expected, there was no answer.
She asked for the number of Mr. Arthur's office and dialed it. It rang five times. She let it ring. Six, seven, eight, then nine. At last the phone was picked up.
"Ah, yes, this is Mr. Arthur."
"Oh, Art, glad I caught you. I've got something I need to talk with you about. I tried your cottage, then thought you might be working late. Would it be convenient for me to come over there now. That is, unless I'm interrupting some hard work you're in the middle of."
He sighed. "This is Abby, right? For a minute there I wasn't sure. Never talked to you on the phone." He paused. "I was going over this master plan and working up some figures. But we could talk in the outer office and not get the things mixed up I have laid out. Would that be all right? I know it must be important to make you call."
"Well, Art, yes it is. It concerns one of the boys who helps me in the laundry once in a while."
"Okay, ten minutes."
Abby nearly split her sides laughing when she hung up. He was "working up some figures," he said. Yeah, he was working up and inside one figure she saw that was for sure. And he didn't want to get things mixed up that he "had laid out" in the office. She giggled as she imagined the tearing around that must be going on in that office. Jane would be scrambling into clothes and trying to get out a window.
Abby walked slowly, and got to the front door of the administration building before Art did. He came along the hall a moment later and let her in. He was dressed, but had on no tie. She wasn't sure if his socks matched or not.
"Sorry about this, Art, but it was something I just couldn't put off."
He nodded and led the way into the outer office. The lights were on, and it looked different now. Art sat on the edge of the receptionist-secretary's desk and smiled.
"Now, Abby, what's the problem?"
She took a deep breath. She had no idea if she could bluff it through or not, but if not she had an ace in the hole, and the hole turned out now to belong to Nurse Jones.
"It's about one of the boys who helps me in the laundry. You know how boys can be at fourteen. Well, this boy gets himself sexed up sometimes and the other night he got so worked up he started masturbating. He thought he was alone, but another kid had been watching him. The second boy had a camera, one of the Polaroid kind with flash, and just at the critical moment the kid took a picture. Evidently it shows the act and the boy's face and everything."
"Wow, I'd never heard of that happening, the picture-taking I mean. I know the boys beat their meat a little."
"Well, at first he didn't know who it was who took the picture, but the next day a kid came up to him and said he needed ten dollars for more film. He got it, pure and simple blackmail. Then my friend ran out of money and the boy said he was going to turn in the picture to you so you would make trouble for my little friend."
"So, what happened?"
"Evidently he gave you the picture to hold for him, saying it was some money in an envelope, sealed of course."
Art stood up, his eyebrows so low they hooded his eyes.
"That little sonofabitch got me into his act. I know who you mean. He did give me an envelope saying it had money in it. It was sealed. I just stuffed it in a file with his name on it. Kids do that once in a while. The little rat's name is ... Paul ... let's see Paul Camp."
He turned to the file, turned a key in a lock and pulled out the long rod. Then he opened the second drawer, thumbed through some tabs and pulled one out.
"Yeah, Camp, Paul. That's it. He opened the file and took out a large white envelope. I'll get to the bottom of this in a rush. Jacking off is no crime, but blackmail sure by God is."
"Art, take it easy. It's no big thing. Why don't we just burn up the picture and let it go at that? If Paul asks for it back, you can chew him out or let it pass. I think he'll get the idea."
"Shouldn't we look at the picture first, just be sure it isn't that money?"
"Well, I guess so. But since I know both parties, I'l look at the picture and burn it. Then you won't have to know who was being blackmailed."
It was on the dangerous edge for about ten seconds. He looked at her with his eyes still hooded, then he chuckled.
"Hell, why not? I'm no prude, you know that. But that little nut trying to blackmail a guy! That just doesn't set right with me."
He handed her the envelope. She tore off the end and let the picture fall into her hand. It was white side up. She looked at it so he couldn't see the face, and nodded. "This must be the one. Do you have a match?"
She burned it as he watched, letting the edges curl and then mashing them up in the guest ashtray. When it was all done, she smiled up at him.
"Thanks, Art. I appreciate this and I know my little buddy does. He'll think hard about trying to rub off up here again."
"Yeah, well, kids will be kids, I guess." He stood up and she saw the opening in his pants. "I better be getting back to work, anything else?"
She laughed. "Yes, boss man. You must've forgotten to zip up your fly. Hope it wasn't that way all day."
He looked down in frantic surprise, zipped it quickly and blushed. He tried a weak laugh.
"I guess the laugh is on me." He shook his head.
"No laugh, I've done that with a blouse once that zipped up the front." She started for the door. "Remember our date, tomorrow night, right? Should be a new movie on."
He walked her to the front door and locked it behind him. As she went on to the cottage, she wondered if Jane Jones would be there.
When she came to the house, she could hear the TV playing. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled popcorn. Jane was in a bathrobe and playing the lazy housewife.
"Hey, come on in and get some popcorn, the movie's about to start. This should be a great one."
Abby let it pass and waved. "No thanks, I've got a letter to write to my man, my little man. He's gonna be ten here in a few weeks."
The happiness suddenly went out of Nurse Jones' face. She sagged and her eyes almost dropped tears. "Letter," she said. "Yeah, I think I should be writing a letter to my man, too."
The next day Jerry showed up at the laundry in the morning. He kept trying to say it. At last she grinned and nodded.
"Yeah, Jerry, I got it. Told Mr. Arthur it was a picture of a boy jacking off and Paul was using it as blackmail. I burned it up right there and he didn't even look at it, so you're home free."
Jerry grinned. "Man, now I'm really gonna burn that damned Paul. I trusted that sonofabitch."
"Don't hurt him, you'll just get in trouble. But if something happened to his camera, nobody could be to blame."
Jerry laughed. "He already lost the lens. Funny how it happened. We were all looking at it as he cleaned his camera, and suddenly it was gone. I just hope some large-mouthed bass doesn't get caught before we dig out of here."
"Two days more," Abby said. "Hope you enjoyed your stay up here."
He was close behind her then, feeling up her ass.
"Yeah, I had a ball."
She turned and laughed at him, then nodded toward the door. "If you don't want some more memory shots for your photo album, you better bolt the door."
"Oh, yeah." He threw the bolt and came back, standing close behind her as she worked at the folding table.
"Hey, I want to thank you for getting rid of those pictures. I would've been stumped, especially about that last one, and it only takes one, right?"
"Right. You want to help me fold these things?"
"Why?"
"Because I asked you nice, and because I did you a favor last night."
He bent and kissed the side of her neck and she wiggled.
"Hey, easy, you'll get something started."
"Abby, damn, I appreciate what you've done, you know your little school. If there's anything I can do for you ... I mean I'm not the best-hung stud in camp, but if there's something wild you'd like to get done to your neat body...."
She turned and looked at him. "No lie. You'll do what I want you to?"
"Sure, if I can, you just name it."
Abby grinned. She'd read a particular book a few years back and had always wanted to try a couple of wild things from it. She chuckled.
"First, I want you to go over to the kitchen and tell them I need six ice cubes to help me get out some stains. Bring them back in a little plastic bag. Got that?" He nodded.
"Get going, and see if you can come back in when nobody's watching."
She hummed as he went out the door, then she folded like fury to get the table cleared. He came back in without knocking, the ice cubes in a bag. He put them on the counter and frowned at her.
He had bolted the door behind him. She went to the cot and sat down, patting the place beside her. She rubbed his crotch and got it up, then pulled his cock out of his pants and kissed it. She had his full attention.
"You ever fucked a pussy with a couple of ice cubes inside it?"
He laughed. "Never happen, it'd be too cold for you to stand."
She shrugged. "Read about it once. This one gal went wild with a couple of ice cubes getting shoved around inside her cunt."
She stripped out of her panties and lifted her skirt, letting him warm up her cunt. But ever since she had kissed his cock, she had been ready. She took the smallest of the ice cubes, and one that had melted the corners off it, and touched it to her pussy lips.
"Eyow!" she yelped. Then she concentrated and moved the cube back and put it over her lips and down and held her breath as she slowly pushed it inside. Strangely, it wasn't as wild as she thought it would be. About like putting an ice cube into your mouth. At once it begins to melt.
She laughed as she pushed two more ice cubes through her guardian pussy lips, then spread her legs and urged him on top of her.
At first he couldn't get his dick in, then it bored in slowly, and she felt the cubes moving to one side. It was crazy, like an ice cream freezer was rolling around inside her cunt. She worked back and forth and felt the cubes melting. But that was about all, nothing out of sight. She pushed him out of her and had him bring a clean towel. She rolled over on her stomach for a couple of minutes, letting the ice cube water drain out of her.
Then she pulled his face to hers. She kissed it, then moved it down until he stared directly at her cunt.
"I want you to eat me. sweetie. Remember how I sucked you off? Now it's your turn to return the favor. Just get your face down there in my crotch and see if anything smells good. After you've done it a few times, you'll love the smell and the taste of cunt. The whole idea is to do with your tongue on my pussy lips and my clit, what you do with your finger. You eat me and lick me and poke your tongue down into my cunt and then twang me off with your tongue."
He looked up. "Guys do this?"
"Sure, it's pussy licking, or eating pussy. Hell. I ate you, now get down there and eat me."
She pushed his head and he went down on her. She almost climaxed at once. She felt his tongue come out slowly and lick her leg, then around her cunt lips and at last lapped right on her lips.
"Yeah, man, right on! That's the spot. Go, man, go!"
His tongue explored farther. She felt his fingers spreading her cunt, felt his finger stroke her clit twice, then something softer, smaller, probed directly into her cunt. She yelped and heaved her hips upward, capturing more of his tongue, then came down and he with her.
She almost climaxed that time, but she held off. wanting it to last longer. He worked his tongue in and around her delicate pinkness again and again, then with his finger he began twanging her clit at the same time he bored his face in her crotch, jamming his tongue deeper and deeper into her vagina. He touched the right spot somewhere, and Abby squirted cum juice in his face and varoomed into a series of shuddering climaxes that tore through her like a pack of motorcycle riders in hot pursuit. She bounced him around until he came away from her as her hips bucked and shivered, twisted and shook, letting the tremors battle their way to completion. When it ended she opened her eyes and let out a low, soft moan.
"Now that's pussy eating," she said.
He sat beside her, stroking her breasts. He had opened her blouse and pushed up her bra. He amused himself with warming them up, making her nipples dance and stretch. He was getting hotter by the second.
She looked at him. "Hey, Jerry. Did I tell you about the wildest cum I ever had? I was eighteen at the time, and built like I am now except without so much gut. It was the big senior banquet and prom. There we were in our formals, all gussied up with half of my tits showing, and the whole works.
The boy I went with was a track man, lean and tough and sexy. We had just finished our first course of fruit cocktail when I felt his hand on my leg.
"I didn't know what he had in mind, but I smiled at him, and a minute later he had his hand under my dress on my leg and right up at my crotch. He starts rubbing my pussy. That night I decided I didn't need a girdle, and I didn't, so I didn't wear one. A couple of minutes later he got his finger in the leg hole of my panties and jerked straight down. The leg band snapped and I felt him pushing my legs apart.
"Well, I knew when he got back up there, my old pussy would be wide open for him to pet. I did the only thing I could think of, I scooted my chair a little toward him and got my hand under the table. I pushed it up to his crotch and found his zipper already open.
"First thing I knew he had pulled out his old prick and I was jacking him off under the table, under the tablecloth. Nobody could tell what was happening. He beat me. I heard him groan slightly and I looked up at him. He'd let go of my twat and was holding onto his chair as he humped just twice, as if moving his chair. I felt the cum hit the underside of the table and splash down on my bare legs. Then he grinned at the coach who sat across trom us and turned toward me.
"'Wild,' he said. I just grinned. His two fingers had just rammed up my cunny again and his thumb was hitting my clit. Five times he connected and I was off and swinging.
"I mean he left me a great big groan. I put my hand to my forehead and pretended to be faint, as I bent slightly forward. I had a bead of sweat on my forehead as a quick little climax roared right past me and out the far end. By the time I got my other hand up onto the table, it was over. I'd been finger-fucked and rubbed off right there at the table with about 500 other persons, and nobody had the slightest idea what was going on. Well, maybe the guy sitting on the other side of me did. He put his hand under the table and got it on my leg, but I scratched his hand and he pulled it back and never looked my way again. That was one wild night. I won't tell you what happened after the dance."
Jerry looked at her, and rubbed her tits again. "Hey, any other little chores I can do around your body? Like chew one of your boobies off?"
"No, but you can jack off for me. Show me how you do it at home, or in bed, or out behind the barn."
"No kidding?"
"True. Show me."
"Well, mostly in the bathroom for me, I guess. I got a book I read when I want a real one, or I get my dad's copy of Playboy and look at that fucking centerfold. Damn, that can get me hot in about twenty seconds. So I pull her out and get my right hand around her and start whamming away."
"What do you think about?"
"Always thinking about fucking some girl, usually somebody in our class with big boobs. Can't fuck them, but they sure get things started. I grab it down low, down here, so I won't mess up any of that up there where the foreskin used to be, and just pump back and forth. I close my eyes and try to work up to fucking this broad. Damn, after this, I guess I'll always be thinking about you and this week."
"Go ahead, make it cum," she said.
He kept pumping his prick. Slowly she heard him breathing heavier. He was standing up now, pretending to be over the bathroom toilet. He put one hand on the wall and bent his knees a little. He was panting faster now, and caught his prick low as he kept moving at it.
"Oh, yeah, this mudder is coming," he said. Then it jetted into the air and splashed on the floor. Six more spurts came out, before he dribbled a little more and gave it up.
Abby passed him a tissue and grinned at him.
"Hey, you had a good load. Bet you didn't jack off before you came over today."
He shook his head.
"Just one thing more I want you to do for me, and you'll be ready in about three minutes."
"What's that?"
"I'll show you. Hey, ever see a woman piss?"
He shook his head. "Come on, I'll show you." She went into the bath and left the door open, then sat down on the stool with her legs wide and let him watch.
"Backwards?" he yelped. "The stream goes the wrong way."
She laughed. "It goes the right way for me. Think you can piss yet?"
He stood still for a minute, then nodded.
"Fine, then piss on me."
"What?"
"I said piss on me. Not in my face, but in my crotch and on my boobs, anywhere else."
"You mean it?"
"Shit yes, now piss!"
It took him a minute to relax enough, then he started, and shot some onto her legs, at her crotch, then up over her stomach and onto her big tits. As the hot fluid worked up her body, Abby moaned and threw back her head. She jerked and jolted and, as the urine kept splashing on her, worked into a full phase climax.
Abby didn't think anything would happen. She'd never experienced anything like it. Suddenly she was jerking and moving and feeling the surging groundswell of a dozen hard climaxes coming all at once. She struggled against it, but the pounding came so hard, so fast and she closed her eyes, and felt the urine splashing over her tender, sensitive body.
She roared off in another direction as her hips began to pound forward and jolt on and off the stool. She slid forward on the toilet, pulling back the cheeks of her pussy, exposing the lips, and urging him to direct his stream directly into her cunt.
Somewhere along the brief course of the urination, she began to wail. It came so clear and pure that she couldn't stop it. At last she felt the hot fluid stop splashing on her body and she gave one last shake and opened her eyes.
Jerry stood open mouthed in front of her. He'd never seen anything like it in his life.
"Hey, Jerry. You've got to get out of here. The new laundry working person is coming this noon. Go get dressed."
She said it, then scrubbed herself down with a wash cloth and a towel and splashed on some perfume. By the time she was dressed, Jerry had finished and done some folding for her at the table.
He came up and grinned, shaking his head. "I'll always remember you, Abby. No way I can forget you."
"You're sounding like it's good-bye. You've got another day and a night. I'll see you again."
He waved and went out the door. It was such a beautiful day outside that she left the door open, and just after lunch, the new girl came. She was about nineteen, on the heavy side and not pretty at all. She should do well.
Abby spent the rest of the day explaining the procedures, going over the operation of the machines, and explaining the schedule and how she could save some time here and there. Her name was Dorothy, and she had worked in another camp laundry for five years. She said it would be a snap.
Abby spent the last hour looking over the room for her personal items. She found a hairbrush and a sweater. She was taking them over to the cottage when Art came past her in his car. He stopped the Buick and waved.
"Our date still on for tonight?"
Abby smiled. She wanted to say unless he was going to be fucking the nurse on his office floor. Instead she smiled and said of course. She would pick him up at his cottage at five-thirty. He laughed and said fine, and drove on.
She watched him go, aware that she still liked him. She admitted she was interested in finding out for sure if his cock was as big as it looked, jammed halfway into Jane Jones last night. She thought about the incident, and strangely she had no reservations. He had been messing around and she caught him, and some fourteen-year-old kid had caught her. It evened out. She wouldn't exactly forget it, but it certainly didn't color her opinion of Art in any way. She hurried home for a good long shower and then some of her best perfume.
CHAPTER TEN
She was ready at a quarter after five and left the house to check on the Bug. It started on the first crank of the starter. She had plenty of gas and the windshield was even clean. Abby drove the two blocks to Art's cabin and parked in front. She was about to get out and go inside when she saw the front door open. He waved and came out. He wore a sports shirt and some nice slacks. He ran down to the car and jumped in.
"Hi, pretty lady. Hey, do you look good." He stared at the pink, fuzzy sweater which was as tight as the tank top had been on their first date. Only tonight she wore no bra. It felt good, kind of wild and free. She wondered if he noticed.
He lifted his eyebrows and whistled. "Hey, you really like to make a guy suffer, don't you?"
She glanced over as she drove out of camp. "Why, what do you mean?"
"You pick out that great pink fuzzy sweater, shrink it a size so it'll fit tight, and then don't wear a bra."
"I wondered if you'd notice."
"I'm a breast man, remember, I noticed."
"So suffer."
He laughed. "Hey, I like this service, getting picked up, asked out, and I hear you're even paying the tab."
"Unless I forgot my billfold."
"What the hell? We can always wash dishes."
"I told Jane what I had done, asking you out, and she warned me about you." She looked at him and saw him take a big gulp, then look up warily.
"She said you pinched her tight little bottom one day."
He laughed with relief. "Well, it was a slow week and I had run out of tissue. No kidding, did she say that?"
"No, I made it up."
"Good. We have to watch that sort of thing."
"What would you do if you knew that Jane had been messing around with one of the college boys, a counselor."
He squirmed. "I don't know, depend on how many people knew about it I guess. Probably have to fire both of them."
She let it slide. "We going to stop by at the Greasy Spoon Bar and Grill again?"
"If you want to."
"Good, if we order something else on the menu, we're bound to find something that's good." That led into a ten minute discussion about what they had eaten there the last time.
That's the way the evening went until they came out of the show. It had been light and casual, non-personal, but that time was swiftly coming to an end.
When they got in the car in the little hamlet and closed the door, Art reached over and kissed her. "This is our third date, I should get to kiss you by now."
"Right, but it comes with a quota."
She asked him where it was that they had turned off the other time to find the viewpoint. He directed her and, when she turned off the engine, they sat in the VW for a while. This time, she reached toward him.
"I think you deserve another kiss, you did a very good directing job to get us in here."
She found his lips and kissed him firmly, then pulled away.
"If you're not afraid of me, I do have a blanket. Want to neck under the stars a little?" she asked.
He chuckled and opened the door.
It was an old navy blanket and he spread it on a grassy little spot where they could look back down into Long valley.
She sat down, and he went down close to her, pulling her over to lean against his shoulder.
"You get good ideas, like stopping here."
"I wanted to." She turned slowly, until he put out his arms to hold her. She reached up and kissed him, sweet and tender, then harder, more fierce.
When she pulled away, he breathed a soft sigh. "Now that I liked, tenderness yet with a little fire, right." He smiled and kissed her nose. "Look, the other day up on the mountain, you didn't scare me off. You don't have to be aggressive and submissive tonight to make up for anything. I was the one out of line."
"Damn it, Art, stop talking." She kissed him again, and this time her mouth came open. He jabbed his tongue into her and groaned softly as she pushed her tits against his chest. The kiss lasted a long time. At last she found his hand and moved it to her breast. He caressed the softness, amazed at the smooth flow of her breasts without the bra. He found the nipple through her sweater and toyed with it. As he reached to her lips again, she was ready and met him.
As they kissed he eased himself backward, taking her with him. He had to turn sideways, then she snuggled beside him, their lips still locked together. At last she broke off the embrace and stared at the sky.
"A shooting star!" she said. But by the time he followed her pointing finger, it had flared and burned out.
They lay there side by side. His hands still played with her boobies through the sweater.
"I've been thinking what we talked about the other day. You know, when we were on the horseback ride."
"About making love?"
"Right, and about fucking. I don't know as there's as much difference as I tried to make out. I mean you do the same thing either way. What I should have said was that it makes a difference how the individuals feel."
He smiled and rubbed a little harder. "Like how? What do you mean?"
"Like if a girl says to a guy that it's all right if they make love, like she's saying that she really likes this lug and she wants him to stay around for a while. Maybe she's just going to live with him, but for her, she wants it to be more than a wham bang, thank you, ma'am."
He laughed. "So what does it mean when a girl says to me, 'Let's fuck, baby.' "
"She's saying let's have a wild time right now, and tomorrow we'll go our separate ways. Don't you know me and I won't even look at you."
"All that?" He toyed with the edge of her pink fuzzy sweater, at last pushed his hand up under it until he touched the warm flesh of her stomach.
"That's the way it seems to me." She caught his hand under her sweater and held it.
"I caught an invader."
"A friendly scout, that's all."
"What was his target?"
"To take the high ground and observe."
"Oh, that's okay." She turned and kissed him again, feeling his hand move up her warming flesh until it touched the swell of her tit.
"Goddamn, you know what that does to me, your messing around?"
"No idea at all," he said, laughing.
"Why do they have to be so damn sensitive?"
She let him play with her tit some more, moving to the top and working on it until her nipple responded.
"Hey, we're supposed to be just necking."
"This is necking."
"It's petting, rubbing the old tit."
"Petting is when you get down below, this is just fun and games, messing around a little."
His hand moved to her other breast. Her body wanted to strip and spread her legs for him, but somehow she knew she shouldn't. Some basic woman's instinct told her to go slow.
"We going to have to get into our Kleenex discussion again."
"Don't have to, just depends on you."
"I hope you got your rocks off last night so you're not going to be too horny tonight."
He laughed. "Sometimes you talk like a sexed-up man, you know that? But at least you say what you feel. Most women don't."
She hoped he wondered what she meant about last night, but he let it pass. His second hand came around and both worked steadily on her boobs. She was getting hot again, but somehow she knew she had to hold it down. Some jerk said that sex was 90 per cent mental. She'd just out mental him.
She lay there looking up at the stars.
"Can you pick out any of the constellations? Only one I ever know is the Big Dipper and the North Star."
He looked up for a moment, then moved one of his hands and pointed.
"Over there, see that one, Orion's Belt, and up there farther, that's Cassiopeia, it's a big M. Over there to the left is Cygnus or the Swan. Doesn't look much like a swan, does it? More like a cross to me."
"I never really noticed before, but up here out of the haze and smog of the city, you can really see the stars. Not just the big ones, but millions of them."
His hand went back to her chest as he sat up.
"Not only millions, but billions. Scientists say now that they estimate there are probably about 300 billion stars. And each one of those stars is a sun something like ours. Our sun is a little one, but it has planets and a solar system around it. The astronomers say there's no reason why each of those 300 billion stars can't have solar systems, and no reason why there can't be one or more planets like earth around each star that could or do support life that we could recognize as human."
"Wow, you mean people might live out there?"
"Not might, almost certainly do. The only problem is trying to get across the vastness of the universe to the closest star, to try to find out."
As he talked, he had pulled up her sweater. Now it bunched under her chin and her tits glistened at him in the moonlight.
"Beautiful, just amazingly beautiful!" He bent and kissed them, first one and then the other, kissing around each orb until he reached the peak, then licking the nipple.
"You're messing around again, Art." She sat up and he grinned at the way her huge breasts bobbed and bounced. "Art, are you trying to fuck me?"
"Hell, I guess a man always tries, at least a little. But I haven't even put my hand between your legs, have I? It's just the nature of the male hot prick to want to push into something."
He kissed her, pushing her gently back to the blanket, his shirt rough and scratchy against her bare breast. It was a sweet kiss, long and soft and tender. When his lips came away he looked deep into her eyes.
"No, pretty lady, I am not trying to fuck you. I'd much rather wait, and make love to you, when we're both ready."
She felt a twinge of regret, then she smiled. "Darling, I'm glad, because that's the way I feel too. Why rush into something and maybe spoil it later on?"
Her hand moved to his crotch and quickly found the hard lump of his cock. She began to rub it and he looked up quickly.
"Hey, I thought you said...."
"I did, we're going to wait. This's just a little messing around. I mean you've been rubbing me and kissing my breasts. I should get to mess around some too."
He laughed so softly she barely heard it. Then she had his zipper down and began searching inside. She felt like calling for help. Instead she opened his belt and unsnapped his pants, then she found the secret to his Jockey shorts and unlimbered his big cock into the open.
For just a second she wanted to gasp. It was huge. She had never seen such a big prick in her life. She was sure it was eight inches long and almost as big as her wrist.
"Beautiful!" she said. "It's gorgeous!"
"Wouldn't it feel beautiful inside you?" Art asked.
"Now stop that, we're just messing around." Her hand came out and gripped him and she felt a little tingle deep into her crotch. Damn, what that cock couldn't do to her cunt!
She stroked it once, saw that the foreskin hadn't been removed. Damn, but it was a great cock. Her hand fit around it just right.
"So beautiful," she said again, and wormed her hand under his shorts so she could feel of his balls. "Lordy, how you could work with these!"
His arms came around her and he kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue blasting through into her.
He pushed her down on her back and spread her legs and pushed his big cock against her crotch, jabbing, jabbing. Before she could say a word, he stopped, rolled off her and grinned.
"Just messing around a little."
"Want me to jack you off?"
He snorted. "No, hell no. I can do that by myself. Now if you want to take off your panties, you can make me cum another way."
She ignored that talk and reached down to hold his dick again, then she bent and kissed the purple tip. She stretched up on her knees and moved herself toward him. Her tits came almost up to his face.
"Kiss me one more time, then it's time to fly out of here."
He did, chewing on each orb until she thought she was going to cry out. He came away and kissed her mouth once more, then they stood. She shrugged her sweater down over her tits and he watched.
"Easy, don't hurt them."
She smiled and said she wouldn't, then she helped stuff his big tool back into his shorts and zipped up his pants.
"Looks like you've done that before."
"For twelve years. We must have averaged three times a week for twelve years ... God, that's over 1,800 times I've been screwed."
Art laughed as he picked up the blanket. "You are wild, you know that? Sometimes you talk like a logger and a truck driver and a top sergeant."
"Should I say I've been in the arms of love, or had sexual intercourse? Screwed is a quicker way."
She wouldn't let him hold the door for her. "Next time," she said, "when it's your date."
They drove the rest of the way to the camp talking about the routine, the kids, the weather. It had been a beautiful summer but was getting a little dry. She drove him right up to his door and looked at her watch.
"Hey, you're a pumpkin or a rat or something. It's almost one-thirty."
"I'm mostly good guy rat, because I didn't fuck you, right?" He caught one of her tits and squeezed. "Goddamn, but you are one wild woman. How about a date tomorrow night? We'll take a blanket and some beer and go make love in the woods."
"But first we drive half a mile down the road and hide the car in the bushes, right?"
He kissed her again, and rubbed her breast.
"Abigail, I'm serious. Why not plan it? Let's make it tomorrow night. I love you, Abby, and I want to make love to you. I want you to stay around."
Her face broke into a soft smile and she took his cheeks in her hands and kissed his lips gently. "Not tomorrow night, let's make it the next night. I've got to get some sleep sometime, now that I'm going on my new job."
He nodded, kissed her lightly once more and got out of the car. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard him whistling as he went up to the front door.
A light was still on in Cottage 21 when Abby parked beside it. At the door she found it locked, opened it and went in and saw Jane in front of the TV.
"Oh, you made it. Figured I should wait up and get the results. I bet you scored tonight, right."
"Scored, Jane, whatever do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, you got yourself screwed, right?"
Abby shook her head and sat down in the big chair.
"Jane, I don't have to get laid on every date. I don't have to get fucked to have a good time." She smiled and stared at the other woman. "And I certainly never have been fucked on an office floor by candlelight."
Jane jumped a foot off her chair, her face suddenly white.
"What? Who told you ... I mean how did you ... what in the world are you talking about?"
"You. And from now on I want you to stay away from my man, you hear?"
"Your man, I went out with him first."
"Sure, in desperation. You're married and you got pussy tight, so you got yourself fucked. Somebody used you like he would an old rag, just to catch his cum. It didn't mean anything to either one of you, you just fucked like animals."
Jane sagged in the chair.
"Jane, I'm not scolding you, I'm just saying I think I've got something a little more permanent going with this man, and I want to hold on to it. Give me a chance."
Jane laughed. "Wow, you've probably got him tied up in knots already. He likes tits, and with that pair of yours, I don't see how you can miss."
They both giggled and got ready for bed. Abby lay awake for a few minutes remembering what he had said. "I love you, Abby. I want you to stay around."
She went to sleep smiling.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Abby set her alarm and reported to work in the kitchen at five-thirty a.m. It seemed terrible, but she knew she would get used to it. She was the second cook, and would have charge of preparing breakfast after she got used to it. The kitchen was huge, and provided food for the 200 campers and the staff of about 27. That's a lot of scrambled eggs. Two high school boys worked in the kitchen as cooks helpers. They did most of the hard and dirty work.
This morning they served cold cereal in boxes, bananas, milk and cinnamon toast. She'd never seen so much toast made in the big ovens in her life. She buttered five hundred slices of bread and sprinkled on the cinnamon-sugar. When it came time to eat something herself, Abby turned away from the food. Later she scrambled an egg for herself with some plain buttered toast. Before she had the run of the laundry, doing things the way she wished, but here she had a boss, the first cook, a Mrs. Anderson who had been at the same stove there for eighteen years. Each summer she worked there and each winter she put in her days at the kitchen at the downtown YMCA.
Lunch was more complicated, but fifty of the boys were off on a hike, so they had their sack lunches prepared earlier. It was a whole new world, and Abby found it fascinating. Maybe she would enjoy cooking this way.
By two-thirty, Abby wasn't in a mood to stop. She wanted to stay on and find out more about the afternoon and dinner work. When she worked late the following week, she would be responsible for the late meal.
By the time she walked back to her cottage just after six, she was tired. She had a long shower and, when she came out of the bath, there was a knock on her door.
"Yes?"
"Abby dear, someone came to see you, but I've been talking to him until you came out," Jane called through the door.
"Who is it?"
"Jerry somebody."
"Oh. I'll be right out."
Instead of her going out, they came in. Both of them were naked. Jane pulled the boy by his stiff cock and he was trying to nibble on her small breasts.
"Darling, Jerry came over for a good-bye fuck, so I thought both of us might as well give him a send-off. Now get out of that silly bathrobe and let's see what kind of latch-ups we can work out."
Jane let go of Jerry and jumped on the bed. She rolled over and got on all fours, then shook her head.
"No, dog-fuck is too complicated, people always fall down. What I guess we have here is the old basic fuck and suck job. Jerry, who do you want to eat pussy on, me or big-tits Abby."
By the time the monologue was over, Abby was giggling like a fourteen-year-old herself.
Never had she seen anything like it. Evidently Jerry had come in all very proper and Jane had propositioned him. Then she undressed him. They probably already had one bang in Jane's bedroom. Abby told herself she should walk out, simply leave on her robe and walk out with her clothes, get dressed in the other room and go for a drive. When she came back Jerry would be gone, and the threat and problems would all be gone. Before she could move, Jerry stepped up to her and humped his cock at her, then he gently took the robe off her shoulders and kissed her tits. At once they were burning, throbbing, begging to be loved. What the hell? she decided, it might be the last time she ever had a chance at a three-way fuck.
She felt his hand coming up her leg under the robe. The higher it got the more she wanted to stay. At last she flipped the robe open and let it slip off her shoulders.
"Yeah, Abby, good girl. Now get your cunt over here so we can get three on a bed and have some sexy fun."
They rolled on the bed, Jerry laughing and grabbing asses and tits. Then he rolled over on top of Abby and spread her legs. She kissed his nose and helped him drive his dick into her. As soon as he did, Jane was busy positioning bodies. She moved Abby's sturdy ass over a foot, then turned with her feet at the head of the bed and pulled Jerry's shoulders off Abby and toward her. She aimed his face for her crotch and spread her legs.
"Get something going, man," she said, and let out a yelp of pleasure as his tongue zeroed in on her cunt lips and began licking.
Abby lay there thrilling at the young, hard meat up her cunnie. It was solid and hot and humping in and out like a tiger. He was good, goddamn, he was good. She never expected him to develop so quickly into a cockhound, but he sure was a good one.
He reminded her a little of her own brother. They spent one summer at the lake and both she and Steve slept upstairs in the cabin. Once or twice he had popped into her room without knocking and she had to grab a blouse or sweater to cover herself. She had been feeling a strange itch between her legs that summer and wondered what boys sex areas looked like and felt like.
One afternoon her parents went into town to get groceries. That meant at least two hours, and both kids stayed at the cabin. Abby saw her brother coming up the trail toward the cabin, so she got ready. She would be undressing when he came up the stairs, and shed have the radio on so she couldn't hear him.
She got ready and, just as he was moving up the stairs, she opened her blouse and slid out of her skirt. She had on a bra and panties. When Steve got halfway up the stairs there was a place he could see into her room when the door was open. She opened it and waited. When she heard him close the bottom door, she began doing some exercises where he would see her. She had her back to the door and listened critically.
At last she heard a step squeak, and knew he was there, watching. She sighed and took off the blouse, did some stretches and turned around, not looking at the stairs. She unhooked her bra and let it hang on her tits, which by then were bigger than anyone elses in her class. She turned her back, then sat down on the chair where he could see. She lifted one side ol her bra and rubbed a spot on one breast, keeping most of it covered. She gave him some more time then let the bra jiggle down off her arms. A moment later she turned and walked quickly to the door.
Steve sat on the steps, staring down at his pud in his hand. He was jerking oft.
"Oh, wow!" he said. 'Jeeze, damn...."
She sat down beside him. He hardly noticed her. His whole concentration was on his pounding meat. She watched in fascination as he continued to pump until the white fluid shot out of his hard cock.
Then he turned and stared at her breasts. "Gee, they're so big."
She reached over and took his cock. It felt so hot and so hard. Then all at once it began to soften. She let him feel her breasts. Abby was busy opening up his belt and taking down his pants and shorts. She stared at his balls, at his scrotum, and was surprised at all the hair he had.
He had grown tired of looking at her tits.
"Let's see down below," he said.
She shook her head. He was almost as big as she was. Now he stood up and pulled her hand, making her get up too. He led her into her bedroom and let her sit down on the bed. Then he began to play with her tits. He moved his hands down her stomach and over her belly to the panties, and slowly pulled them off her. She protested weakly. but it didn't stop him.
He pushed her legs apart and looked at her twat. Then he began to touch it, to feel it, and to probe. Almost at once his finger hit her little cunt and began to sink inside. She yelped and then grinned. He finger-fucked her good, then bent down and began chewing on her heavy tits.
"Oh, wow, Steve, you don't know how I feel. The way you're playing with my little hole and your mouth on my breast. It's just so good, so wild, so wonderful."
He spread her legs and stepped between them, his finger still up her cunt.
"Oh, Steve, I don't think I could stop you from doing just about anything you wanted to now!"
Steve pulled his finger out and spread her cunt lips. His cock was hard again. He moved it forward poking, punching.
"Oh, Steve, don't," she said with a soft little wail, but she didn't mean it. Her hands were over her head on the bed now, and she was panting, her hips bouncing a little. He nosed his hard cock up to her hole and pushed, but nothing happened.
"Did you get it in?"
"No."
He tried again and, just as he found the right spot, just as his prick head pryed into the very start of her cunt, they heard the crunch of gravel on the driveway as a car drove in.
The next minute was a wild, frantic one as he caught up his clothes and ran for his bedroom. She slipped into her skirt, kicked her panties under the bed and pulled on her blouse. She was downstairs reading when her parents came in lugging sacks of groceries.
Now as she lay on her own bed in Cottage 21 at the YMCA camp, she had something of the same feeling. There was another young boy over her, only this one had his cock jammed deep inside her cunt, fucking her like crazy.
He pounded hard, and she was sure he was thinking more about sucking off Jane than he was about his fucking. It was a flat out, bone-crunching drive. He missed her clit on every stroke, but she could wait, her time would come.
When he blasted his cum into her hole, he lifted his face out of the other woman's crotch and bellowed. Jane got her hand over his mouth to stifle the cry. Abby just hoped no one heard it. She looked at the window and saw it was open. At least the shades were down. She humped him once more and pushed his cock out of her, then rolled out from under him and watched his face move back to the spot between Jane's legs.
She was riding the crest of a sex wave. Right now there was nothing she wouldn't, try, she was so sexed up she could scream, but the boy was busy. Jane motioned to her and she slid closer.
"Want me to rub it?" Jane asked softly.
Abby stared at her in surprise, but somehow she couldn't say no. Just as Jane's hand reached between her thighs, Abby heard a snicker. She looked up quickly and saw an arm vanish around the bedroom door. Abby jumped off the bed and ran to the door. In the hallway she saw a sight she never expected to witness again.
At first she thought she had stumbled into a boy's locker room. Young boy bodies were everywhere. There were at least eight, and half were naked, the rest pulling off clothes and fingering hard cocks. She stared at them.
"Hot damn, look at her tits!" one boy said.
"And cunt. Look there between her legs!"
"Wow!"
"Goddamn, a fucking naked woman."
She heard the comments and wanted to cry, then to laugh. At last she turned and went back into her room. She caught Jerry by the hair and pulled his face out of Jane's pussy.
"You little sonofabitch, you did it again," she said.
"What?"
She turned and pointed to the door where three naked boys were crowding in, each with his hand full of stiff, ready-to-fuck hard cock.
"Didn't you, Jerry? You said they could come and watch."
"Yeah, but I didn't say they could come inside."
"So we throw them out bare-assed?"
One of the boys walked up to the bed and stared down at Jane.
"Hey, Nurse Jones, you got tiny tits," he said.
"Sure, but I've got a big cunt." She grabbed his prick and pulled him over on top of her and a moment later he had pushed his little prick into her and was fucking up a small tornado all his own.
That started it. Two more boys came up and, as Abby lay backward on the bed, one of them tried to get on top of her. She shoved him off, caught a boy's hand who was at the side watching, and pulled him toward her. "You ever fucked a girl?" He shook his head. "Want to try it?"
He nodded. She reached down and stroked his young boy cock twice and then pulled him on top of her. He had some trouble finding her slot, but when he did it took only three humps before he climaxed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he said, then he gasped once and dissolved. He pushed off her and dropped to the floor.
Another boy moved between her legs. This one was bigger, his cock stiffer, and he used up almost twenty strokes before he shot his hot sticky cum load. Jane still had the same boy over her. She was making it last.
Abby felt like screaming, she hadn't cum yet. She got Jerry next to the bed and, as she took on a third boy, she had him get his hand in between them and rub her off. She felt the pressure building. Fuck, but what a time, what a teenage orgy! Bodies everywhere! She'd never seen so much skin since she went to the nude bathing beach. And never so many stiff pricks. The one inside her was pounding now, racing her to a climax. Abby was soaring, going out of her mind, exchanging hump for hump with him, pounding up at him, feeling the ripping, tearing start of a climax slowly building. Goddamn, but this was it! This was pure, fucking sex, pure sex, and nothing but sex! She dug her hands into the kid's bare buttocks and felt him wince. Then she pulled him against her cunt, jamming him forward with every stroke. She was groaning now, humping and moaning, and wanting to cum but holding it off, making it last as long as she could. She lifted her legs until they were straight in the air over the kid's back, and still she pounded at him, humped him.
Another boy came toward her. She grabbed his prick and sucked it into her mouth. Then she saw another torso with a swinging cock and she pulled it up to her face, opened her mouth and, holding both cocks next to each other, gulped them both into her mouth.
It wouldn't take long the way they were humping. She held onto the cocks, making them pay the price. The boy with his dick inside her climaxed and dropped on her, chewing on her tits, eating them up. She hunched more to one side so she wouldn't lose the pricks and, as she did, somebody wiped off her cunt with a towel. She couldn't see what was going on below, because both kids' cocks in her mouth were boiling again-and they exploded with driving thrusts that jolted her back on the bed. She bit down hard on one cock and gulped down the jism from both, then spit them out.
She didn't have time to count. Before she could move she felt her legs spread and, looking down, saw Jerry's head burrowing into her crotch. He lifted her legs and spread them, his shoulders holding up her thighs as he licked her cunt. She still hadn't climaxed. Jerry took care of that in a rush. His tongue bored into the very center of her pussy, her expert cunt hole, now spread and stretched by four pricks. He waggled his delicate instrument around inside her.
Abby didn't think she could stand it. Two kids were chewing on her big tits. Jerry was giving her head, and on the other side of the bed some kid had her hand and wrapped it around his cock as he started to cum.
She exploded. There was no other way to describe the feeling. If the President or the Pope or the head of the United Nations waiked in right then, she wouldn't have cared. He would have to get in line and take his turn. Goddamn, it was fantastic. Usually she floated off on a cloud, but this time she didn't at any time leave her body. She lay there humping and groaning, shivering and shaking violently as tremor after tremor pounded against her frame. A series of spasms shook her then and left her with only a whimper.
"Wow, you hurt?" one kid asked.
She tried to smile and shook her head. Where was Jane? She had forgotten about Jane.
Abby rolled to the far side of the bed and looked down.
Jane was on all fours. She had one boy dog-fucking her, two more were sucking on her tits below, and she held her head up and took on two more cocks in her mouth. Through it all, Jane was groaning like a steam engine, puffing and panting and squealing when she lost a mouth cock.
"Hey, I ain't been fucked yet!" one boy wailed.
Abby caught him and pulled him toward her on the bed. She flipped him on top of her body and spread her legs.
"Think you can find my cunt hole?"
He laughed and dropped down.
After that she lay there, recuperating, and taking on any kid who wanted a straight fuck. She lost track. Somebody brought a towel and she mopped up between fucks as well as she could. The smell of jism clouded the room. There were wet spots all over the bedspread.
She knew she had taken at least twelve cocks into her, and since she could find only nine boys in the room, some had been back for seconds.
"Jesus H. Krist," Jerry said. "It's five minutes to lights out. You guys get the hell out of here. No, put your fucking clothes on first and then scamper. Same way you got in, only go in ones and twos and wipe those fucking smiles off your faces."
The kids moved. One came by and swung his stiffy at Abby's mouth, but she shook her head.
When all the boys were gone but Jerry, he came over to the two women and kissed each gently on the breast.
"Wild," he said and grinned. Then he jumped out the back window and was gone.
Abby looked around the mess of her room. Jane got up off the floor and sat on the bed. She looked at Abby, then began to giggle.
"And I used to think you were a prude. I was banging Art once a week and thought you were nuts to go out with him and not get some of his big hot cock."
Abby smiled. "Jane, I'm going to get his prick inside me tomorrow night, and then I'm going to try to get him to marry me."
Jane held up her hands. "I give, you out-tit me. I'll never get him into the nurse's office for an examination again."
They both began to laugh and had to hold onto each other to keep from falling over.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning, Abby barely got to work in time in the kitchen. She was tired, pussy tired. She never had been through an orgy like that one before. As she helped get the last meal ready for the boys, she wondered what it would be like not having Jerry around. Her old pussy would squeeze back to its normal size, that was for sure.
The kitchen was a whirl. The camping awards were set for nine-thirty in the bowl, then the buses left right after that. Jerry winked at her when he came through the food line. She only nodded but she died a little too. He had been such a wonderful young stud. Maybe Art would fill in the void. She wanted to giggle at the little play on words, but there wasn't time.
The boys clapped out the cooks for a cheer after breakfast, then rushed to the awards. It was the last time she saw Jerry.
The mess hall seemed so empty as she and the cook had sandwiches and sent the food around to the staff dining room. It was a let down, not seeing those happy, gooa-eating kids surging through the kitchen.
The phone rang and. when she answered it. she heard Art's voice on the other end.
"We've still got that date for tonight?" Sure.
"Would you rather make it this afternoon? We could go swimming and lay in the sun. The new boys won't be in until after five. They had some trouble with the buses and the kids will eat in town first."
"Good. I'm off at two."
"You're off now. Tell cookie you have to see me, and it'll be all right."
"Sure?"
"Right, she's my buddy."
Abby said she would and arranged to meet him at her cottage at twelve-thirty. Before Abby left the kitchen, she fixed up some tuna sandwiches and picked up six pieces of cold chicken from the refrigerator. She also took along a container of coffee, some Cokes, and some apples and pears. It wasn't until she was in her cabin taking a quick shower that she realized that this was an important day. She might be getting ready to tie down a new man for herself-maybe even a husband! She looked down at her wet pussy and hoped he would like it.
She wore her swimming suit under a sunsuit and took along the basket. He said it wasn't far, that they could walk. He had a blanket, some suntan lotion and a little shoulder bag.
"Ice cubes," he said.
She thought of the ice cubes she had pushed into her cunnie and shivered.
It was about half a mile, most of it along a trail that wound around their lake, but the last part was along the very edge of the lake. The lake shore was impenetrable there, he said, but by walking in the water, they could get to his favorite little spot.
Five minutes later they got there. It was a soft little cove that swept in from the lake where a small stream entered. Thick, tangled brush guarded all sides. A small grassy shelf of dry land held one tall pine tree and a stunted oak.
"Here we are, Arthur's cove. I found it one day when I was boat fishing. No fish in here, but it's a great place to swim. The water gets warmed by the sun. It's great."
They spread out the blanket in the sun and sat down, leaving the picnic basket to one side. He sat close to her and held her hand, then reached out and kissed her on the cheek.
"Young lady, I just want to serve notice that my whole purpose in bringing you here is entirely dishonorable. I fully intend to make love to you before the afternoon's over."
His next kiss was harder, solid and firm against her mouth, and it took her by surprise. She gasped around his kiss, then closed her eyes and leaned against him.
When their lips at last parted, she was almost in his lap. He sat her up and smiled. "Yeah, now that's more like the response that I appreciate. How about a swim before we get to the sexy part? If I get you all tired out, you won't be able to resist as long."
"You might be surprised.""
She unzipped her sun top and he seemed disappointed that she had a swimsuit top on.
"Oh, we don't really need suits. I mean, it's concealed and no one should have a boat out. If a boat comes by, we'll just stay in the water.'"
He turned and stepped out of his pants. She grinned at the stark whiteness of his rump. He peeled off his T-shirt and then turned around. His dick was soft. She marveled at the tight muscles across his chest, at the very small belly and then at the mass of hair and his long soft penis hanging out of it. She looked up and he laughed at how she had stared.
"I used to go nude bathing all the time. We had a beach where it was permitted when I was a kid. Guess it's closed down now. Does it embarrass you?"
She shook her head. Then slowly she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra top. Quickly she pulled it aside and bent to slip out of her bottoms. If he could do it, she damn well could. When she stood up, she realized this was the first time she'd ever been naked in public, and the first time naked without having a man trying to fuck her.
She laughed, it did feel good.
"It's nice, the sun, the freedom." She spun around and felt her breasts swing out in response.
"Now there's a pretty sight," he said, catching her hand and walking with her into the water.
It was warm. She was a good swimmer and stroked out to the opening into the lake. Suddenly the water turned colder, ten degrees colder at least, and she turned around. The water in the little lagoon was like a bath tub. She rolled over and floated, letting her breasts and her crotch fluff show out of the water. She was a good natural floater.
A moment later she felt his hands below her, then he came out of the water, flipping her over. She went down, saw him reaching for her, and swam away. He caught her and, before she could surface, he kissed her. They came to the top of the water locked in an embrace, with planted feet on the bottom. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and a moment later let her go.
She came up to him and stood, her breasts just out of the water.
"Hey, you ever try it in the water?"
"Try what?" he asked, grinning. "Try to fu ... ever try to make love in the water?"
She was grinning. He moved toward her and swept one hand up against her crotch and played. "No, have you?"
"No, I bet somebody would drown."
He caught her hand. "Probably, so let's make love on the hard, dry land, lying in the sun."
She moved with him, stride for stride through the water, then shook her hair dry, and let him brush the water off her body. He spent a lot of time getting her breasts dry and she began to breathe deeper.
He grinned and worked on down her body, pausing at her crotch brush to kiss the fluff. She sat on the towel he had spread on the blanket, then lay down.
He came beside her. He was so easy, so soft, and gentle. Almost before she knew it, she was excited, then eager.
"Darling." She hesitated. "May I call you darling?"
He bent his lips to her breasts and kissed both, then moved up and kissed her lips. It was soft, luxuriant.
"Yes, I'd like that. It sounds sort of, well, kind of lasting."
"Oh, darling, yes. Oh, yes!" They kissed again and she reached down to play with his tight crotch. The long rod she expected wasn't there.
"It's not ready quite yet," he said. "Give him a minute to warm up."
She pushed away from his arms and leaned down, catching the big brown dong in her hand and playing with it. She bent and kissed it, then again, and her tongue came out to lick it. The big worm jumped then began to grow.
She giggled in delight. A minute later it was full grown, and she gasped again at the size. His hands had been busy at her crotch, and she knew her juices were running.
Eagerly she fell back on the blanket and spread her legs.
"Darling, oh, darling Art, please make love to me now, right now!"
He kissed her breasts again, rubbed her hole, spreading the juices, then moved between her legs. She saw it looming over her and hoped with all her heart he could get his whole cock inside.
He bent and spread her lips with his fingers, grunted, and lowered himself. She felt a sharp little pain as the pressure mounted. The pointed cockhead was between her cuntal lips.
He jabbed it forward delicately, then eased it back, jabbed it again a little deeper and then out. Four times he did the same thing, and she felt the tension ease a little with each thrust.
She was waiting for the next little jab when he powered his 180 pounds behind his prick and rammed it straight into her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she screeched, then she felt a tear come out of her eye, but before even a hint of a sound could come, the pain dissolved into the warm, moist, understanding that his cock was inside her, he was making love to her and she was loving it.
He rested a minute, then began the easy in and out cock stroke again, letting her muscles relax, allowing time for the lubrication to spread evenly.
She lifted her legs over his back and locked them together. He raised up and for a moment she hung by her legs, her back swinging off the blanket. He thrust quickly and she laughed. Then he bent and kissed her and his big prick began sliding into her red warm cunt, and out again. She groaned at the new sensation of so much man-cock inside of her. He speeded up the strokes and, as he did, she could hear him breathing faster.
At last it was like a steam engine huffing into the station. But with each stroke, Abby felt his big cock slide past the node of her clit and set off a million sparks.
She built and built with him and the very second that his hot sticky cum erupted inside of her, she climaxed herself, screeching and clawing at his neck and shoulders. She knew she brought blood, but she couldn't stop it. She was on an endless chain of climaxes until he suddenly stopped and pulled his lips from hers. She shuddered a few more times, then fell back against the blanket, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"Oh, damn right!" he said. "Now that was what making love should be all about. Both of us cumming at the same time."
She leaned back and laughed and cried until he thought she was hurting. He tried to move, but she kept her legs pinioned around his back. "You try to move and I'll strangle you," she said. He laughed and tried to lick one of her tits.
"That was just marvelous, and I don't half care if we were making love or just far out fucking."
It was almost fifteen minutes before they came apart, and during that time they decided it was something they couldn't give up.
"Once a week we'll get together and do whatever you want, we can fuck or make love. But we'll have to be discreet. No rumors, you know. Probably have to be away from camp on your day off."
They swam again, ate some of the food, lay on the blanket and twice more made delicious love. It seemed to get better and better. They made some more plans. After the camping season was over, he'd go back to his regular job, as director of the Y in town. If she wanted to work, he could get her a job there, or she could just stay at his place and play house.
She looked up quickly.
"Would there be a ring going with that proposition?"
"If you want one. Or we could try it for a while, like twenty years, and see if it's going to work out."
"I think I'd like to see if it works out with the ring."
"You'll have an engagement ring ... no, how about a set? Next week, or the week after that."
She kissed him again and he pulled her down on the blanket.
It was almost five when they got back to camp. The bus wasn't in yet. She had a shower, a long slow one, and told Jane all about it. Well, almost all of it. She did say they were getting married.
Abby was out to see the kids come. One of the first things they did was assign two boys to KP for the next day. They were chosen by lot and went into the kitchen to look around.
Abby was appointed to show them some of the things they would be privileged to do the next day. One of the kids was taller than the other one. He looked directly at her and grinned. She smiled back and left the boys for a minute. When she came back, she heard them whispering.
"Wow, did you see her tits? Big, man, big and juicy. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on them!"
She came around the corner and told the boys they could go, and that she'd see them at five-thirty the next morning.
As they left she saw the big one rubbing a growing bulge at his fly.
Abby sat down and stared at the sink. No, she simply wouldn't let it bother her. She had a man, a wonderful man. But the more she thought about the youth and his fourteen-year-old cock and balls, the more worried she got. She didn't know if she would be able to resist the temptation or not.
A small tear came out of her eye and zig-zagged down her cheek. Now she knew what would happen. Already she was trying to figure out a safe spot to be with the boy. She sat there, hoping but knowing, and let the rest of the tears come down her cheeks unchecked.
