When one examines the totality and diversity of human sexual expression, one of the immediate conclusions to be drawn is that what is "normal" and what is "deviant" do not evidence themselves through occurrence statistics or lack of them. Upon closer examination, we learn that these two terms, "normal" and "deviant" can only be applied with emotional coloring, even though it be a societal or cultural dictate. Then, the truth out, sexual actions are not intrinsically this or that.
In the case of Gloria, central figure of The Boys in Her Bed, the lure of untried boys and even incest with her son becomes what society may term "deviant," keeping in mind the above examination of semantics. Gloria's weakness of the flesh is a common one, little reported on due to societal stigma, an aspect of human sexuality currently under more honest examination and study now that such age-old myths and Old Wives' Tales as congenital birth defects and weak-mindedness have been more-or-less officially poo-poohed.
One question we might ask ourselves as ethical beings is this: Why do we attach such stigma to an aspect of human sexuality that we encourage and abet in lower animals? Witness: dog breeding, poultry strains, even horticulture.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Gloria bumped the bathroom door as she walked by, just enough that it opened a crack and she could get a glimpse inside. The trailer was so small, she thought defensively ... it wasn't really that she wanted to peek at Tommy's naked body. After all, he was just a boy; why would a grown woman, however hungry for love, want to stare at his just-maturing body.
All the same she hesitated in the doorway, peering through. "It's almost time for dinner, honey," she said. It was disappointing to discover he was already half-dressed, at least he was wearing a pair of jeans slung low on his hips. He was combing his hair in front of the mirror, so she shoved the door all the way open.
His shoulders were broad for an eleven-year-old. Her eyes slid down his tanned back with its soft blond fuzz down the backbone, and lingered where his jeans circled his hips. A line of white showed below the tan, and then the tight, faded blue material cupped his little round ass.
"Are you hungry?" She peered over his shoulder into the mirror, fussing at her hair. Her hip brushed against his, and her breast in its skimpy bra slid softly across his shoulder. A hot tremor started in her pussy, a wet itchy pulsing.
"Sure," Tommy said cheerfully, "I'm always hungry. What are we having?"
He didn't seem to notice the closeness of her body, nor the heat that came from her womanly flesh.
"Just hamburgers and fries." She poked at her hair. "Heavens, I look like a hag!"
"No you don't." The boy looked at her reflection and said in a serious manner, "I think you're beautiful, Aunt Gloria."
"Well! That's nice to hear." Suddenly she felt hot, suffocatingly so, and dizzy. She thought she might faint if she didn't get out of this tantalizing closeness to his smooth, hard young male flesh. Backing out in a hurry, she muttered something about checking on the hamburgers and went into the little kitchenette.
Gloria turned the sizzling meat patties in the pan, then reached into an upper cupboard. She brought out a fifth of gin and poured herself a shot with shaking hands. God! That was a near thing! Her hands were still aching with the effort she'd made to keep from touching him. She thought of his smooth buttocks under the rough denim, and she gulped down the gin. The second shot made her gag, but it also calmed the butterflies in her stomach. She turned down the heat under the 'burgers so they'd cook more slowly and got ice cubes out of the small refrigerator. When Tommy came into the dinette, his aunt was calmly sipping a martini.
"Help yourself, Tommy," she said, gesturing. The buns were ready, along with sliced onion, cheese, relishes, catsup. The French fries kept warm in a covered dish. "I think I'll finish my drink first."
She not only finished it, she had a couple more.
By that time she thought she had herself under control. She nibbled at a hamburger and managed to keep her eyes off her nephew's crotch.
"I guess you're probably bored here," she said, "but Joe will be here by the weekend."
"When's he coming? Not that I'm bored, Auntie, but it'll be nice seeing him again."
"I never know," she replied.
She sighed, thinking of her son who was only six months older than Tom. "His father isn't the most reliable man in the world. But he promised he'd have him back by the weekend at the latest."
It was only Monday afternoon, which meant she and Tommy would probably be alone in the trailer for four or five days.
It wasn't easy bringing up a son by herself, although her divorced husband did have the boy weekends and some holidays.
In all fairness, he did as much as he could for the boy and he'd even ponied up the money for Gloria to rent this lakeside trailer for the summer. This pleased her for two reasons. She'd been head waitress at the same family restaurant for five years now, and when they closed for remodeling it left her at loose ends. Then, too, she'd just broken up with the man she'd been dating, so getting out of town for a while seemed a good idea.
She fixed herself a tall gin and soda, thinking of her ex-husband and her ex-boyfriend. Larry, Joe's father, was married again and expecting a child. He'd settled down a lot since the day she threw him out, but he was still a bastard in her book. Men! What good have they ever done me? I can't get along with 'em and I can't get along without 'em! Larry was bad enough, but Jeff's worse. Why was I ever dumb enough to fall for a traveling salesman? All the same I sure do miss him at times....
Thinking about him in bed made her pussy start to itch again, and she scratched softly at the inside of one white thigh. Gloria knew she was a good-looking woman, if her mirror didn't tell her so, the looks in men's eyes would. And in her heart she knew she was a normal lusty female who liked cock and found it hard to get along without. She attracted plenty of attention, but somehow things never worked out right for her, and she didn't know why.
This last affair left her feeling sad and frustrated. Jeff was a handsome man, and maybe that was the trouble. He had a different woman in every town, and this made Gloria angry and jealous.
She sipped her drink and let her mind roam back to the many times they'd made love together. She slid a finger up under her tight shorts, but she couldn't reach the part that tingled and needed attention.
Raising her plump buttocks slightly and unbuttoning the shorts, she slid them down to her knees. Her nephew had taken his fishing rod down to the lake, so she felt alone and secure.
Her hand moved under her blue nylon panties and parted the damp curly pussy hairs. The outer labia opened as she stroked, and it felt slick and moist. Stroking the inside of the puffy pink lips, she let her rounded body slump deeper in the chair.
For a minute she felt a great relief. But the melting need inside was too strong for such a delicate touch, and soon she was rubbing harder, feeling the tiny clitoris swell under her fingers. Her juices came thicker and the ragged pink mouth of her cunt gaped open as if trying to entrap her slender white hand.
Gloria heard a noise outside and jolted herself upright in the chair, both hands spread protectively across her groin. She listened a moment, craning her neck to see through the screened window. It was almost dark out and she couldn't see a thing. She decided it must have been tree branches rustling in the small breeze. This trailer was at the far end of the park, hidden from the others by a small group of trees. It must have been the wind, she told herself again. She really should go back to her bedroom and close the door, but the breeze at this end of the trailer was cool and fresh.
Even while she listened she was conscious of the throbbing ache in her cunt and she just had to relieve it. It would only take a minute, and then she'd shower and be all fresh when Tommy came back for bed.
Scrunching down in the chair again, she put one hand back in her crotch while the other slipped under the loose halter. Fondling her full breasts while she stroked her pussy, she forgot all about the rest of the world and everything in it. Erotic fantasies floated in her mind. Memories of Jeff's big cock, maybe bigger than life in her dream, mixed with thoughts of his hot mouth kissing hers, tonguing her wet warm cavity, slipping down to suck on her upstanding pink tits.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Gloria moaned and slid out of the chair onto the small rag rug. Her shorts were down around one ankle, and she slid her panties down the same way. Then her legs were free to cock themselves wide and let her have free access to her aching humid pussy.
She plunged a finger in to the first knuckle, then two fingers all the way. "Hmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed happily. She was so hot, she was right on the verge of cumming.
Arching her back, she shoved her hips rhythmically up against her hand. Her lips parted in a smile, pulling back over her teeth. Her long reddish hair flew from side to side as she moved her head spasmodically.
She was almost ready to cum-almost-and totally wrapped up in the sensations she was creating in her hungry body. But some little voice in her head sounded an alarm. What was that noise? Not the same one as before, but-Ohhhhh! It was a boy's tuneless whistle, loud and cheerful. Tommy returning from his fishing or whatever he'd been doing!
Gloria scrambled to her feet, hopping awkwardly with her shorts and underpants dragging. Her sandals had fallen off, and she left them there while she hurried into the tiny bathroom. She started the shower, hearing the screen door bang as she stripped off her few bits of clothing and walked in the shower stall.
The cool water felt good enough. She'd have liked to let it pour full force on the hot spot between her legs, but the stall wasn't nearly big enough no matter how she contorted her lush body.
She stood there with the water pouring down her head and tried to recreate the moment, tried to make herself cum with her fingers, but it wasn't any good. She was too conscious of the young boy's presence as he moved around getting ready for bed.
She was letting the boys use the big bedroom at the rear of the trailer while she slept in the smaller one next to the bath. Long after Tommy had closed his door and fallen into bed, Gloria tossed and turned. The room was small and airless, and her body had begun its dull aching again.
Wearing only a shortie nylon nightgown, she opened her door and slipped into the kitchen. She really shouldn't have another drink. If this kept up, she'd be an alcoholic before the summer was over. But she had to do something to dull the edge of frustration, or go screaming out of her mind! She poured gin over ice cubes and squeezed in a lemon. With the drink in her sweating hand, the nightie clinging to her round lush thighs, she wandered down the little hall.
The door opened at a touch. Moonlight poured into the room and made a bright glow of the white sheets and sprawled body. Oooohhhh! He's naked, he's sleeping naked and he looks so marvelous, so young and well-built and vulnerable! I mustn't touch him but it won't hurt just to look ... and imagine ... his dear little cock is lying across his leg and really, it's not so little after all! How I'd love to squeeze it and kiss it and roll it around in my mouth! Sipping the drink, leaning on the door frame, Gloria realized she was drunk and almost out of control.
It was funny to feel this way about a kid, particularly when none of her real life sexual encounters had been very adventurous. Her husband Larry rolled on and banged away, then rolled off and went to sleep. Her ex-boyfriend Jeff played a little more. He was crazy about her tits and loved to suck and bite them. But she'd never kissed his cock or licked his hairy balls, or ... done any of the things she wanted now to do to Tommy.
Wouldn't Tommy's father have a fit if he knew she was even looking at his boy's cock and having these lascivious thoughts! She thought about her brother for a moment and giggled. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And that went double for his stupid wife! He could go shit in his hat and wear it! She giggled again, swaying in the doorway. Drunk! She was really drunk!
The boy stirred in his sleep, muttering softly. He threw an arm out and then rolled over, hiding his precious untried cock but exposing his dear white ass. His back was deeply tanned to below the waistline, then white over the curve of buttocks and tanned from the joining of the legs. The coloring made his ass stick out, stand out almost shockingly. Gloria discovered she simply had to touch that tightly muscled rear and see if the skin were as creamy smooth as it looked. Her hands curled and sweated at the thought, and she moved a few steps closer.
His head was buried in one arm, the shock of brown hair showing sun streaks. Perching on the very edge of the bed, his aunt leaned over and nuzzled the warm neck lightly, feeling the heat from his body and the light warmth of her own breath bouncing back at her. Her lips moved on down his body to her goal, the hard little half-lemons of his ass. Her mouth full of saliva, she let her tongue trail across a curve. It was just as sweet and delicious as she'd expected!
Tommy moved suddenly and Gloria leaped to her feet, afraid she'd wakened him. She could say he'd been crying out in his sleep, she thought quickly. He'd had a bad dream. Nobody could prove it wasn't so.
But the boy didn't wake. Rolling over on his side, his long lashes shadowing his cheeks, he looked like a nude statue.
Letting herself back down on the bed inch by inch, Gloria made a happy discovery. Something, maybe a dream, maybe her butterfly kisses, had roused him if not aroused him. His cock, which lay like a sugary white treat on his almost hairless crotch, had begun to stiffen. Its uncircumcised smoothness was fascinating, as white as his ass but twice as tender.
It wasn't that she meant to do anything bad. Touching him, nothing but touching him, surely wasn't bad. Her fingers crept to the soft flesh at the base of his belly and then walked out a little bit more until they were stroking that plump little dick. It swelled magically under her fingertips and grew firm and hard.
Licking her lips, Gloria leaned closer to see the size of it. It looked good enough to eat. She just had to have a little taste of it! Leaning forward so her tangled hair fell around her face, Gloria touched the point of her tongue to her young nephew's penis. The taste incited her to want more and she licked, base to tip, wetly and lovingly.
"Ummmmmmm," the boy murmured. His shoulders and arms twitched, his knees stiffened and relaxed. But his eyes stayed shut tight.
"Darling Tommy," she whispered.
"Wowwwwwww," he said huskily.
Was he still sleeping? She drew back to look. His eyes were shut, almost too tightly. Was he faking? She decided she was too drunk to tell.
"Ohhhh, Auntie," he groaned. "Don't stop!"
"Go back to sleep," she said soothingly.
"Pulleassse! Don't stop!" The boy's eyes opened, and his mouth turned up in a little smile. "This is the best dream I've ever had. Do it some more-please!"
"You darling boy." She lifted the hard little prick in her hand, and it pulsed with blood. She could feel it twitch stiffly against her palm. She fell forward, her face buried in his crotch and inhaled the sweaty fragrance of him. Her mouth and lips were wet. Drops of saliva came from the corners of her mouth and dampened the light fuzz of hair around his prick.
With a wet slurp she sucked the tip of it into her hot voracious mouth. Her tongue ran around and around it, finding the tiny slit at the end, stroking the underside which she instinctively knew was extra sensitive.
Her hands clamped on Tommy's flat hips and then slid underneath to cup his firm asscheeks, lifting him toward her face. Her own pussy was wet with her juices and her whole body on fire with love and hot passion.
The boy's clear brown eyes stared at the ceiling as he wriggled ecstatically in her embrace. Feeling her mouth on his boyish cock was absolutely the most terrific sensation he'd ever felt. And those writhing hands on his ass were driving him right out of his mind! Her warmth and the smell of woman flesh were beyond description. He was afraid this was just a dream and that he might wake up any minute. He touched her head lightly and then, beginning to believe it was all real, took hold of her mass of glossy auburn hair.
"Arrrhhhhh," he groaned. "Oh, Auntie! Auntie! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Still grasping the globes of his ass, she raised her head and grinned. Her mouth glistened with spit, her lips red and swollen. Her pale green eyes held a glow he'd never seen before but somehow recognized as lust.
"This is terrible," she said. "I'm so sorry, Tommy, I'm being bad ... I shouldn't be doing this to you."
Her voice had a drunken slur to it. "This is, uh, incest or something. I didn't mean to do it!" And she smiled, and put her face down into his crotch again.
"It's all right, Aunt Gloria. I saw-I know-that is."
She looked up again. "Saw what?"
"Well, I mean I ... came back to the trailer earlier this afternoon and you were ... playing with yourself. Or whatever you call it." He stopped a minute, trying to find the right words. "Auntie, you are so beautiful! I mean, your body is. And your face of course. Oh, Auntie ... I don't know what to say!"
"I should be ashamed," she said mechanically. "I guess I'm drunk." Then she put his cock back in her mouth and sucked all of it down her throat as far as it would go.
The effect on the boy was electric! He jumped as if he'd just touched a hot wire, and grabbed her head again to steady himself. Pumping his small ass furiously, he did his best to fuck into her mouth. When the quick burst of his cum shot through him, his slim body bucked frantically.
Gloria felt his cock twitch wildly and hot sperm jetted into her avidly swallowing throat. That was all the trigger she needed. Her climax swept hotly over her from some place deep in her bowels, shooting out through her arms and legs and even, she thought hazily, her fingernails and toenails.
It was the wonderful release she'd been looking for, been needing, the whole day. As she sighed deeply and fell over on the bed, she knew however wrong it was, it had been heavenly and she couldn't feel the least bit sorry. At least, not yet.
Tommy collapsed back on his pillow and was instantly asleep. Glora tiptoed into her own room, relaxed and penitent. She'd never do it again ... but how marvelous she felt at that moment!
CHAPTER TWO
"More bacon, Tommy?"
"No ma'am, I'm so full I think I'll burst." The boy kept his eyes on his aunt, and he was puzzled. Had he dreamed everything he thought had happened last night? She certainly didn't act as if she'd kissed and hugged his naked body and taken his cock in her mouth and sucked it.
He'd been shy about facing her and dawdled in his room until she called him for breakfast. And then he waited to see what she'd say and what she'd do.
She didn't do anything except fix breakfast, and she didn't say a word except to comment on what a beautiful day it was.
Gloria could tell by the expression on his face how confused he was. She didn't worry about it.
For some reason, last night seemed like a dream, one you can hardly remember after the first cup of coffee. She felt good all over. It was all she could do to keep from singing as she fried eggs, flipped over pancakes, drained the bacon. She had a good breakfast herself, feeling unusually hungry.
"Why don't you take a rowboat out?" she suggested. "Any one of those with orange oars belongs to the park."
"Will you come along?"
"Oh, no thanks, honey, I'm just going to putter around this morning. You run along and have fun."
The boy walked away slowly. Maybe it was a dream. If so, it was not only the best but the most real one he'd ever had!
Gloria took a mug of coffee outside and perched on a picnic table. The sun filtering through the trees was warm and bright. The lake splashed gently against the bar of beach sand. Birds were singing, and she didn't blame them one bit. Her coffee had an extra flavor and aroma, and she sipped it luxuriously.
Her thoughts for some reason turned back to Jeff. When she said he was her ex-boyfriend, she didn't know that he saw it the same way. True, they'd had a fight, and she said she never wanted to see him again. But he'd laughed in that infuriatingly superior masculine way and promised to see her soon.
For the first time since they'd met, she felt she was a match for him. She almost hoped he'd show up soon. Then she'd be superior and cool herself, and maybe he'd get as angry and sweaty as she usually did.
The day was hot, and by late afternoon Gloria was mad at herself for deciding to fry chicken.
Wearing her briefest shorts and skimpiest halter, she stood in front of the two-burner stove browning the floured pieces. She'd made a huge bowl of potato salad too, as if she were unconsciously hoping for company.
Tommy came in, letting the screen door bang to see if his aunt would turn around. She didn't. He'd had all day to think and a whole day for his youthful, newly aroused lust and curiosity to simmer. Now he knew darn well it wasn't a dream! Sullenly, he looked at the woman's full-blown body. Her brief cuffed shorts were riding up over her buttocks, showing a thigh-joining crease at the base of each. Her back was bare except for the two small straps of her halter, and they were fastened with temptingly large buttons.
He moved boldly behind her. His stubby boyish fingers, palms toward him, slipped under the edge of the tight shorts. His head was just about level with her shoulders, and he rested his face on the slim white back.
All of Gloria's resolutions disappeared in an instant, melting away like ice in the sun. She went rigid, savoring the warm excitement that swept over her. The heat of the kitchen was nothing compared to the heat in the pit of her belly! She couldn't help wiggling her hips so the fabric tightened over his fingers, pressing them in closer to her ass.
"Tommy!" She tried to make her voice stern. "Can't you see I'm frying chicken? Do you want me to burn myself?"
"Turn the stove off," he coaxed. "Who wants to eat chicken now, anyhow?" Daringly he added, "I'd rather eat you!"
She laughed, half scandalized. "Where do you learn things like that?"
"Come on, please!" When she didn't move, he slid his hands out reluctantly and reached around her. Flipping off the burner knob, he listened while the fat slowly stopped crackling.
"You're a bad boy," Gloria scolded, but she didn't turn it on again. His hands on her hips urged her around to face him. His nose was nearly level with the deep shadowed cleft between her round breasts. He nuzzled his face into it, pushing against the red cotton halter. "Um, you smell good."
Tommy didn't exactly know how to go about making love, or turning on his aunt's pent-up sexuality, so he just did what came naturally. The pleasant-smelling white flesh almost demanded to be licked, and his tongue coiled wetly over the protruding roundness. He kissed the curves of her breasts with wet boyish smacks. His arms held tight around her full hips so his chest was pressed into her belly. He could tell to the instant when the rigidity of her repressions gave way to a softer, more relaxed and self-indulgent mood.
Her spine relaxed under his hands, her whole body swayed toward him, pressed warm female fleshiness close to his sturdy young frame. Her breath quickened. Her rib cage vibrated faster and faster.
"Auntie, you're so beautiful," he whispered slyly. "Please can't I kiss your tits?"
"Oh no ... that would be wrong."
"Pulleasse, Auntie," he wheedled. "I won't do anything else, just kiss and suck them a little bit. That won't hurt anybody, and I'll never tell. I promise, cross my heart!"
Gloria wondered what was happening to her. In all her life she'd never even thought of making love with a little boy, a child. The very idea was ludicrous. She'd known Tommy since he was born, changed his diapers a few times, cuddled and rocked and sometimes scolded him. He was a darling ... just like her own son. And she wouldn't-couldn't-ever feel this way about Joe! All the same she couldn't resist. It wasn't his arguments so much as the feel of his hard little hands on the base of her spine, and that slim torso pressing into her, and the warm wet kisses making her whole body tingle. "Well...." she said weakly. 'Come on! Let's go back to the bedroom!"
When he followed her down the short hall, it was with his hands up under the leg of her shorts, fingers cupped around the quivering buns, thumbs pressing in toward her asshole. The heat of his hands shot all the way through her, creating a big melting pool in the pit of her belly. There was no way she could pull loose of those hands!
She sat on the edge of the double bed. Here, only a few hours ago, she'd sucked his hard little cock in the moonlight. Tommy let loose of her only long enough to unfasten the buttons holding her halter together. Then he drew it carefully away from her body. His eyes fastened unbelievingly on the magnificence of her full quivering breasts. The skin was white and creamy. Stretched to tautness over the feminine glands, her protuberant pink nipples rode on an aureole of soft rosy-brown.
It was all so new an experience, and he didn't know what to do first. His hands looked brown and hard-knuckled against all that yummy pink and white. He kissed and sucked first one and then the other, licking ecstatically until her skin gleamed with wetness.
When he first began to touch and fondle and suck her tits, the boy thought that was all he would ever want, and being allowed to do it would totally fulfill him. But the more he had, the more he wanted! His face slipped lower, kissing its way over her chest to her belly button. With surprising strength he pushed her backward on the bed. The boy had never thought of a belly button as anything but a lint-catcher, but now he had an insane desire to plant wet smacking kisses on his aunt's. His pointed tongue shot out and scoured the small indentation, and then tripped even lower. Shoving his face inside the waistband of her shorts, he tried to reach more of her succulent flesh.
Gloria lay back where he'd pushed her, hypnotized by the demands of her flesh and the hard young exploring hands and mouth. Her tits quivered and electric thrills shot through her whole body. She was satisfied for the moment to let him do as he pleased, to be passive while he learned the first lesson about a woman's body. Later she'd guide him, she promised herself hazily, she'd teach him things every boy should know. She remembered hearing or reading about older women who initiated just pubescent boys into sexuality, and even fathers taking their sons to whore houses to make sure they had a good start in that particular phase of their lives. This seemed like such an excellent plan to her, and so enjoyable that she resolved to really teach the youngster everything he should know.
While the boy prodded and played over her naked flesh, Gloria lay back looking at the ceiling and let her thoughts drift. Why had she ever thought of this as wrong? What fun it was now, and what fun it would be this whole vacation as she showed Tommy things about men and women he'd never dreamed of! The fact that she hadn't tried all the acts she had in mind had nothing to do with it. She'd be learning too, but the boy would never know. If she could trust him to keep his mouth shut, what a summer they would have....
Then the memory of her son Joe drifted into her lust-freshening mind. For a moment she almost sat up and pushed the youngster away, till she thought about it. What was good enough for Tommy certainly should be good enough for Joe!
Having settled that, she could relax and enjoy herself. She reached behind and undid the fastener and zipper on her shorts. The boy's hands were on her waistband instantly tugging them down and off her feet. They were so tight her bikini panties were dragged along with them. The lascivious aunt looked down at her naked sweating body with pleasure.
Tommy turned white under his tan. Here was riches beyond his imagination! He stared at her, at the rounding of her hips, the slight flare of her belly, almost afraid to look down and see the fascinating mystery all little boys dream about.
Gloria's pubic mound was covered with a triangle of soft curly hair, brown with a faint hint of red. When she spread her legs, he could catch a glimpse of the final mystery, the rosy shining lips that gaped at him invitingly. His eyes almost bursting out of his head, his mouth going dry, he gulped and sighed.
"Oooooooooo!" he squealed, his eyes shooting to her face then back to her inviting cunt. "Aunt Gloria! Can I touch it?"
"Of course, you silly boy!" She smiled fondly and took one of his small hands, laying it smack on top of the curly mound.
His hand crept toward her pussy, insinuating itself between her soft creamy thighs. The first touch on her outer labia galvanized the boy; he jumped as if he'd had an electric shock, but it was so marvelous. He ran a finger up and down the warm slick surface.
"That's right, honey," she crooned. "Don't be afraid to touch me. Stick your little ol' finger right up there, right up Auntie's pussy."
He still seemed afraid so she put her hand over his and guided him. "feel that little nubbin there, sweetie?" She showed him her clitoris. "That's a woman's love button. When you touch that-careful, not too hard!-it just sends me right into orbit!"
Gloria wiggled and moaned on the bed as her young nephew stroked her clit and ventured a finger inside her warm wet cavity. Pressing down on his hand, she felt lust and excitement building inside her.
"Put your whole hand in," she gasped. "Wiggle it around! Wiggle your fingers! Oh, you darling boy, you're making Auntie so happy ... ooooooohhhhh!"
Tommy was impressed with what he could do to her, and the way his touch sent her into ecstasy. He panted happily, his whole small hand shoved into her avid cunt.
His boyish cock swelled and stiffened in what he thought was a very man-like way. He loved the feel of her slick inner flesh and the horny, acrid scent which drifted up and made his nostrils flare. Putting his face down to catch more of that deliciously forbidden smell, he stuck out his tongue and lapped wetly at the hairy mound.
"Ohhh YESSS!" the frantic woman shouted, clutching at him with both hands. "Kiss it, suck it, lick it! Eat me, Tommy, EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME!"
He tried bravely, pulling out his hand and shoving his face right into that moist mysterious cleft. His tongue poked hard inside, as far as it could go, and turned into a hot little arrowing probe. Exploring the hot contours and tasting the thick unfamiliar fluids, his head bobbed back and forth as he tongue-fucked his aunt, his lips smacking, and his nose buried right inside her along with his tongue.
"Hurrrgghhhh," she gurgled, almost out of her head with pleasure. "Owwwwwwwww! Harder! Harder!"
The boy was beside himself with excitement, his hands clutching frantically on her hips while his face bounced up and down against her hungry cunt. He was boiling with lascivious thrills, almost boiling over! His fat little cock bounced with every move and he knew he was going to climax any minute. But he wanted to make Aunt Gloria have an orgasm first, so he worked harder, furiously pumping his tongue into her delicious pussy.
She went suddenly rigid and said in a strangely quiet voice, "Oh, Tommy, I'm cumming." Her body convulsed and she shrieked, "Cumming, CUMMING! CUMMING! Right this very minute I'M CUMMMINNGGG!"
The ripples sweeping over her sent him off too, and his cock jerked and spurted, shooting its hot load mostly in the air but partly on her round thighs and dimpling knees. It was even more violent than he'd felt the night before, when she sucked him off.
The pair of them gasped and moaned and clutched each other. Finally Gloria sank back, mouth dry, all energy gone. The boy slumped beside her, panting hard.
When she could get her breath, Gloria whispered, "Oh, you darling."
"Aunt Gloria, I love you."
Gloria stepped into the shower relaxed and refreshed, knowing that once again she'd committed the sin of incest as well as corrupting a child. She seriously wished she could feel worse about it. If she could, she'd have damned herself for being a bad and immoral woman. But she couldn't help humming a little tune as she soaped her sated vagina. It was too much for her to cope with, and besides, she was starving! She remembered the half-cooked chicken and hurried with the shower and dressing.
Tommy sauntered out of the bath a few minutes later and dressed with unusual care, even wearing a shirt and sandals as well as jeans, even slicking his hair back wetly. He felt like the king of the world. The good smells from the kitchen awakened his appetite too, and they ate until they were stuffed.
Tommy stretched lazily. "What a wonderful vacation this is going to be."
"Ummm-hummm."
"But what about Joe? Can't he-hey, Aunt Gloria, can't he stay with his dad a little longer? Golly, we're having such a super good time, just the two of us."
She smiled a secret little smile. "Don't worry about Joe. I have a plan." She didn't want to tell him at the moment, but she'd remembered her decision about her son.
If young boys liked sex as much as Tommy, then why should her Joe be left out? And who better to initiate him than his own mother? The thought of a whole summer stretching ahead, with her two wonderful young lovers, made her warm all over. Oh, this will be a great vacation. The best!
She hadn't heard a footstep, but suddenly a deep male voice spoke from the screened doorway. "Well, if you two don't look cozy!"
Gloria jumped with instant guilt. There was Jeff in the doorway, and it was as if he could read her thoughts.
"What do you want?" she asked rudely.
"Come on now, baby. Don't pretend you're not glad to see me!" The darkly handsome man swung open the door and walked in. "You didn't think I could stay away for long, did you?"
He ignored the red-faced boy in the dinette, and pulled her to him for a long passionate kiss.
Her body plastered unwillingly against his, Gloria realized that her sexual itch had returned in full force. Then she really did feel guilty.
CHAPTER THREE
She stared fascinatedly at his huge hard-on arching out from the hairy nest of his loins. The memory of Tommy's little dick, so sweet and smooth, passed through her mind. Then she forgot it as lust slowly uncoiled through her body. Her eyes widened and her breath came faster as she realized Jeff's mood. It was obvious he'd resented her angry tears and accusations. In his world, women kept their place and didn't argue. He'd neither said yes nor no when she accused him of cheating on her. Instead, he'd shouted at her and gone away.
Now, she knew, he was still angry. He'd as good as booted Tommy out of the trailer and pushed Gloria ahead of him to the bigger bedroom.
"Get undressed," he snapped, throwing her on the bed.
Stripping off his own clothes, he strode across the room and looked down at her, all male arrogance. "You're my woman," he said, "and don't you forget it."
Gloria shivered with delicious fear. Was this what she really wanted? Was Tommy only a playtime substitute, a boyish stand-in for this man? She surveyed the broad wedge of his shoulders, his narrow hips, his wide chest with a line of dark curly hair down the middle. His smooth rigid rod stood out from its dark mat, arching proudly forward, the head bulging and purplish-red. One clear drop of semen glistened on the tip.
But she couldn't help mocking him. "I feel like a virgin about to get raped," she said, laughing.
His eyebrows drew together into a black bar. "That's not a bad idea," he said slowly. "Maybe that's just what is going to happen."
She laughed again, and that stung him.
Striding to the bed, he separated her knees roughly. With a hand behind each knee, he thrust her legs into the air, clear back over her head. It was an awkward ludicrous position and if it weren't for the look on his face, she'd have laughed again. His mop of dark hair bent over her and he put his lips savagely around one quivering upright pink tit. The taste and feel of her little nipple seemed to soothe him as always, and he licked and tongued it tenderly. He was straddling her body, her legs still flailing the air, her tender groin scraping against the roughness of his hairy chest. Nuzzling, licking and sucking her erect tits, he forced her body almost into a U.
Gloria looked down between her breasts at his head, his powerful shoulders, his legs spraddled on the white sheets. Her eyes grew humid with passion, her mouth dropped open a little to show a line of white even teeth, her lips swelled outward, growing red and shiny. She was uncomfortable but not afraid. Her cunt grew warm and slippery with the thick juices. He was playing, teasing her, keeping her in this odd position to show his power. But he'd be inside her soon, his thick throbbing rod up inside her snug wet cunt, ploughing in and out to give her thrill after thrill.
Jeff had different ideas than she suspected. He wanted her all right, as he always wanted her. But he resented being spied upon and accused. So he'd been cheating on her; so what? That was his idea, his way of life. She'd be good and faithful and wait for him, when he was through with her. She'd be glad to wait until he had time for her.
He released the pressure on her round thighs enough for him to readjust his body. Looking down, he maneuvered his tumescent cock until it was poised between the shining rosy lips of her ready pussy.
Shoving forward, he slid in as slick as a knife cutting hot butter. Her cunt seemed to grow and swell around his organ, then close in tight and cozy and grasping. He paused there a moment, his breath coming raggedly. What a crazy wonderful woman she was! But he wouldn't be tied down by any female, not even voluptuous Gloria.
He stroked in and out a few times, loving the way her pussy's inner muscles seemed to grasp and slacken, tighten up and let go. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled backward. His dripping hard cock slid back between the valley of her round, taut buttocks. Pushing her legs over her again, until they almost touched the headboard, he poked the pulsing organ between her asscheeks and pushed.
"Hey!" she gasped.
Startled, Gloria tried to move away from the hard pressure of his relentless cock. "What do you think you're doing?"
He flashed a smile. "Raping a virgin ... just like you said. Or isn't your asshole virgin anymore?"
"You know it is! Damn it, quit teasing!" Gloria was indignant, surely he didn't mean it, yet still she was a little uncertain of his mood. She'd heard things like this whispered and snickered about, but she wasn't sure they actually happened.
He pushed again, and she let out a little scream as her tight anal ring resisted.
"Take my advice," he said in a kindly tone. "Relax, quit fighting. You're going to get it whether you like it or not, but it'll be easier on you if you don't struggle."
"Oh, no, you're not!" She tried fiercely to overturn his weight on her, and when that didn't work, she rolled frantically from side to side. Her mouth open and panting, she tried to find his hand or some part of his flesh to bite, but Jeff held her in an iron grip. She sank back horrified, knowing there was no escape.
She said grimly, "Go ahead. But when you're through, I'll kill you!"
Jeff thought he knew better, but he didn't waste his breath telling her so. Hunching forward, he increased the pressure slowly but steadily. The rounded blunt end of his cock pushed through the elastic outer muscles and slid a bare half-inch inside the narrow inviolate channel. The tight grip of her asshole gave him a peculiar thrill, as if he were indeed raping a virgin, and a ten-year-old one at that. The perverted pleasure made him grimace as his own ass tightened and drove him forward harder.
Pain hit her sharply, as if she'd been stabbed in that very delicate private place. Gloria moaned and thrashed her body about as much as possible in that depraved position. She'd never imagined anything like this happening to her. She still couldn't believe he would really do such a thing!
"Aaarrrggghhh!" she moaned. "Oh, help! Somebody help me!"
Outside the camper, Tommy listened unbelievingly. The boy was crouched outside the bedroom window, burning with jealousy and frustrated lust.
He'd listened to the conversation between his aunt and her boyfriend sullenly, aware he was about to be replaced as the woman's sex partner. And he was just a boy, and couldn't do a thing about it! Grinding his teeth, he'd gone out when the older man commanded. He walked along the beach front kicking at sand until full dark came down. Then he tiptoed softly back to take up position under the window. He knew he shouldn't, he'd be in trouble if anyone saw him. But he couldn't help it! He had to listen, had to know what went on in that big double bed he'd shared with her only a few hours before. It'd probably make him feel even worse, he thought gloomily, but he couldn't help himself.
There hadn't been much to hear until that first pitiful groan. Then he heard his aunt call for help. His first impulse was to rush into the trailer, but what could he do against a powerful, grown man? His own small cock was rigid and full, needing her warm sucking mouth or the even hotter cunt he hadn't even had a chance to try yet. He thought about jerking off, but decided that was baby stuff now. He'd save it for his aunt, save it until that tough-talking grown man had gone and left them alone again.
But the call for help startled him, and he didn't know what to do. He stood up and peered inside the break between the shade and the window frame. Everything looked all right to him. Or perhaps all right wasn't the word. Exciting, sexy, wild-any of those words might be better. Jeff's hard white ass was pumping slowly back and forth. His aunt lay under him, her legs obscenely spread and pushed back over her head. He could see one of her hands clutching the sheet.
So okay, they were fucking. That was what he'd expected. From his angle, he couldn't tell that the man's hard cock was poking an unexpected hole, and he decided that Gloria's calls were only cries of passion.
It made him angry, though, and frustrated, and hotter than ever. He cast about in his mind for some way to get even, to make Gloria sorry.
Suddenly, he remembered the teenage girl he'd met that afternoon, the girl who looked so sexy in her bikini. What she'd said had made him blush at the time-something about getting together to "have some fun." It was the way she looked when she said it, and the slow lascivious movement of her tongue across her lips. So okay, the boy thought. I'm going to give it a try, anyhow. The girl, her name was Linda, was obviously bored. Who knew what might happen!
Still he lingered on a few minutes, watching the hard-muscled back rise and fall, rise and fall. Aunt Gloria made some strange noises, but she wasn't calling for help, anyway.
Gloria bit her lip harder to keep from crying out. I won't give him the satisfaction, she thought bitterly. His punishing penis was now well engulfed in the narrow unready opening, and he sawed slowly back and forth. At least the first pain had eased as her tight muscles relaxed. And then she felt a strange little tingle, almost of pleasure, perverse pleasure that made her hate Jeff even more. When he plunged in, he seemed to hit the very bottom of her being, the exact center of her body. Nerve endings she didn't know existed sent warm messages to her brain. She didn't want to like it! She wanted to hate it, and to hate the cruel man who was inflicting it on her! But in spite of all that, her hips began to move back and forth, taking her pelvis in tight little circles.
Her body slid across the sheets, tossed back and forth with the strength of his drive. Looking down at herself, she could see her jiggling tits perk to life again. Incredibly, they seemed to know more than she what was going on. Her pussy juices, collected on his cock when he first fucked into her, were greasing his way. A hot turmoil began in her belly, her whole body felt alive with terrible pleasure. The very skin on her ass tingled as she found herself lifting to meet his stroke, tightening her asscheeks as he slowly pulled backward.
"Jeeffff?" she said slowly, not really wanting his attention, just proving to herself who he was. "Awwwwwwww, it feels ... so funny."
"You ... love it ... and you ... know it!" the man panted, grinning down at her. His absorbed glance widened to take in her flushed face, parted lips, swollen red mouth. Her eyes were glazed with lust, staring at him without seeing, her gaze turned inward toward all those delightful tingling things happening to her.
He pounded harder, seeing her wince and then relax while a slow wet-lipped smile spread over her lovely face. Her hips bucked up against his. He let loose her thighs for a moment and her pelvis began to tilt downward, almost losing his fat hard prick. Gloria hastily thrust herself up in the air again, not wanting to lose one second of the depraved lustful thrill.
He was tiring now and he slowed, wanting to outlast her, waiting for some sign that her climax was near. Even as he searched for it, she shivered delightedly.
Still in a faraway voice, she whispered, "Oh, God. Oh, sweet Jesus I'm going to cum. Don't let loose, hang on to me, darling."
She mumbled something then that he didn't quite catch but filed for future reference. It sounded like "My sweet Tommy," but she didn't know anyone named Tom; he was sure of that. Then she convulsed, clutching at his arms and gasping.
"Now, now, NOW, NOW!!!" she changed as the waves broke over her head and sent her spinning and tumbling in a tidal lust of feeling. She was some place he couldn't reach her, although he held her close and stared into her wide unseeing blue eyes. She was all alone in that high far place of perfect delight, with crest after crest of breaking passing and fulfillment sending her into successive convulsing spasms.
Her hands dug into his arms, leaving small white indentations. "Ooooohhhh! Owwwwwwwwwwww! Awwwww wwwww!" she moaned, her lips stretched tight across her teeth.
Outside, Tommy heard that unmistakable sound of climax and gritted his teeth harder. Damn her, damn her! He stood up, knotting a sweater around his waist with the arms dangling in front to hide his hard-on. He'd go look for Linda and see how she'd like to get raped for a change!
Jeff slowed, fascinated by Gloria's overwhelming response. Then his balls tightened and sent their hot load spewing into her tight narrow asshole, frothing and spilling over, running down to stain her back and her white thighs. He pumped until the end, when every last drop was spent.
Gloria came out of her ecstatic trance in time to feel the steaming sperm fill her backside. The new sensation, ticklish and tingling at the same time, sent her off on a new series of tremors like aftershocks from an earthquake. She moved her body luxuriously as he pulled out and fell gasping beside her.
"You damn rat," she said affectionately.
"But you liked it!"
She couldn't say no to that. As a matter-of-fact, she was so tuned up and turned on and sexually responsive, she didn't even want to quit. She looked at his limp prick lying against his leg and touched it gently. It barely quivered.
"Giving up so soon?" she teased him.
"Make it hard for me."
She wanted to put her mouth on it, full as it was of his sperm, her juices, even her own shit. But she looked at his face and decided against it. I'll do that later with Tommy if I want to. I'll teach him to fuck me first, then I'll let him fuck me in the ass. His sweet boy's prick won't even hurt! I can have the same thrills with Tommy as with Jeff, and have 'em when and how I want 'em!
She smiled to herself as she cradled the sated cock in her hands and gently coaxed it into swelling life. She thought that young boys could probably get it up about a million times a night, and with two boys, that'd be two million. If she wanted that much.
She wondered where her nephew was and what he was thinking about. He'd be upset, but she could handle that, too. Meantime, Jeff's hard-on was growing to a respectable size. She cupped his hairy balls in her hands and squeezed them gently.
After a few minutes, Jeff lay on his back and pulled her over on top of him. As she slid on the big pole, shivers of anticipation ran through her. She wondered why she'd never realized before what a sexy woman she was. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth, her tongue sliding between his open lips. The touch of his tongue curling around hers shot electricity through her. She let her tits dangle down and brush against his wide chest as they fucked each other slowly and lasciviously.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gloria was hitting the gin bottle again due to a belated attack of conscience. After eating cold chicken and potato salad and promising to return on the weekend, Jeff took off. It seemed he'd driven the sixty-some miles to the lake just to fuck her, and she didn't know whether that was good or bad. But the hours inched by and still her nephew hadn't returned to the trailer. She began to realize what she'd done to the boy. She'd gotten him all excited about sex, and no doubt he felt possessive about her-and then she went into the bedroom with Jeff. The closing of the door must have been like a slap in the face.
She poured a shot over ice with an unsteady hand She was a bad woman, she decided, and her plan to spend the summer in sexual activity with her nephew and her son was insane. She'd definitely started something she couldn't handle.
Just then the trailer door opened, and Tommy came in. The boy was flushed and defiant. He stood there looking at her and she was suddenly conscious of her flimsy baby-doll nightie that barely contained or concealed her swaying full breasts.
"Tommy," she quavered, "I was worried about you."
"Sorry," he said nonchalantly, "but I had a date. With a girl."
She burst into tears. "Oh Tommy, you poor boy. Were you terribly angry with me?"
All the boy's bravado vanished at the sight of her tears. He rushed to her and put his arms around her pliant voluptuous body. "Don't cry," he pleaded, "please don't cry!"
She sobbed into his arms and felt the warmth of his hard young body. "Oh, Tommy, I feel so terrible! I should never have made love to you. Who is this girl? What did you do?"
Ten minutes earlier he'd have loved the chance to brag to her about his partial success with the teenager, even enlarging his experience and making it sound more than it was. But he couldn't stand the sight of her crumpled rosy face or the sound of her tears.
He said soothingly, "Never mind about her, Auntie. What about Jeff? Is he gone?"
"Yes, hours ago!"
"There's nothing to worry about. I just thought I'd get out of your way while he was here." The boy sounded very mature. But a moment later, when her sobs let up, his jealousy came back full force.
"He fucked you, didn't he! You let him fuck you!"
"Yes ... I couldn't help it. But I still love you as much as ever, Tommy. You know I do!"
"Then you'll let me fuck you, too. If you really do love me."
Her voice was weak. "I can't do that. It would be wrong."
"Then you don't really love me." His mouth set in an obstinate line, the boy pulled away and sat across the room.
By this time Gloria's mind was topsy-turvy. She didn't know any more what was right and what was wrong, but she couldn't bear to hurt the sensitive youngster. Besides, that old familiar hot pool was forming in her groin. "I suppose ... just one time won't hurt you, will it? If you promise never to ask me again, never even to think about it!"
"I promise! I'll never so much as touch you or kiss you again, if you let me fuck you one time."
The hall to the bedroom seemed to be getting shorter and shorter as she walked it once again. When they sat on the double bed, she couldn't help but remember Jeff and how he'd corn-holed her, and how all the pain and fear had turned to pleasure. It seemed a long time ago, and now here she was with this dear little boy for a session of sweet lovemaking. It made her feel like a young girl herself, like a high schooler with her first lover. She lay back on the pillows languidly while Tom undressed her.
He carefully unfastened the tie at the neck of her nightie and pulled the transparent garment over her head. Her big boobs fascinated him as always, and he had to stop long enough to kiss and suck them. "So pretty," he said huskily, his hot tongue lapping busily.
She was getting more excited by the minute at the thought of what was to come. Eleven wasn't too young to learn something about sex, she was sure of that. Yet how many boys had the opportunity she was giving Tommy?
She remembered her husband telling her one time about his first real sexual happening. The girl was around seventeen, to Larry's fourteen. She was the girl in the neighborhood who was known to "put out" for the boys. "There's one in every neighborhood," he'd assured her. According to his story, the girl had been coarse and vulgar, and made fun of his genitals before she finally let him in her. Then, when he climaxed at almost the first touch, she grew angry, chasing him down the stairs, jeering and laughing. "It was almost enough to put you off sex," Larry'd told his wife years later.
At least that wouldn't happen to Tommy. It would be a good experience, a great experience. She smoothed down his cowlick and thought what a dear boy he was, and how expert he was becoming at kissing.
Then he pulled her panties down while she raised her hips and tossed them across the room. "Stay right there," he said.
She watched him strip off shirt and jeans, he was barefoot as usual. His white Jockey shorts bulged excitingly in the front. Her eyes were glued on that wonderful bulge, anticipating the moment when her eyes and hands could feast on that hard finger of newly awakened cock.
He stood across the room in an unconscious imitation of Jeff, slipping the cotton fabric off his bony hips. His rigid cock sprang out as the waistband slid over it and she looked at it gluttonously. God, I ought to have had enough sex for one day ... but I want more, more! I'm a terrible person but I can't help it. I could just eat him up, the dear little boy!
Tommy pushed her back on the pillows and she arranged herself obligingly, knees cocked wide, arms pillowing her head. She hoped he'd want to play a little first, but she could see by the look on his face that he was concentrating too hard for that. He wanted to get his smooth prick in her pussy and get it there right now! His fingers parted the outer labia, while his little bone poked right between. He looked up at her appealingly.
"That's right honey, shove it right in," she encouraged him.
"Okay." But for some reason, he couldn't manage it. Too nervous, probably, and inexperienced. He turned red with anger and embarrassment, shoving and missing.
"Wait a minute. You lie down on your back." Gloria pushed until he did, and then poised herself over him. "You'll get the hang of it, just don't rush." Then she lowered herself carefully on the upright hard organ, feeling it slide inside her with cold shivers of delight. She flexed the inner muscles of her slick cunt, sucking the rod deeper into her, feeling it against her sensitive inner surfaces.
"Wow! That's great! It feels so-" The boy couldn't find words to express the thrill of actually having his cock inside a female pussy for the first time. He jerked! He quivered! His hips bobbed up and down, weaved back and forth! He was on fire with lust, his mouth going dry, his eyes almost popping out of his head. His small hands seized her shoulders, kneading the smooth white flesh.
"I'm gonna pop, Auntie! Oh, shit, I'm cumming already!" Tears of excitement and anger filled his eyes and slid down his rosy cheeks. Then his ass bounced back and forth in a rapid involuntary movement, and she felt the sting of his sperm shooting into her avid vagina.
Gloria laughed and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his slim body close. "It's all right, honey, it's okay. Don't move, just lie there a second. Your prick will get hard again, wait and see."
They rocked slowly back and forth on the creaking bed, their bodies pressed close together. In a few minutes he whispered, "I'm getting a hard-on, Auntie, I can feel it."
"I told you so," she chuckled.
"Can I get on top this time?"
"Of course!" Without letting go of him, she rolled over and he was once again crouched over the gorgeous body of his darling aunt. This time she put her hands on his hips and guided his stroke until he grew impatient and shoved her arms down. His eyes bright, tongue between his teeth, the sturdy young lad pumped with growing expertness.
Gloria closed her eyes and then opened them again, feeling a perverse thrill at his youth, his smooth beardless face, his boyish expression of happiness. Happiness flooded over her and love filled every fiber of her being. Whatever her earlier doubts, she was absolutely sure she was doing the right thing. She didn't even expect to cum herself, but she was unselfish enough not to care. Making Tommy happy was enough, and she was right.
The boy came again, gasping and whooping. In his excitement he beat on her arms and shoulders, almost hard enough to hurt. But Gloria laughed and caught his fists in her hands. With the gin coursing through her veins and hot sexuality building in her loins, she was happily ready for anything.
When Tommy snuggled close beside her, his heart gradually showing, she whispered, "Suck me off, sweetheart. Make Auntie cum, too."
"Oh, YES!" he cried.
The boy slid down and rested his face between her round creamy thighs. His hot little tongue snaked out, curling round her clit and laving it softly. The woman writhed and moaned, her voluptuous body thrashing on the sheets.
"Do it to me baby, oh, make your auntie cum, that's a sweet boy. Fuck me with that hot tongue! Stick it up me, make my cunt bum! Oh, shit, oh, dear ... it's so heavenly. You sweet baby, make auntie cum!"
She babbled on and on, the saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she frantically tried to push her strained nerves to the limit. Her blood boiling, she reached an orgasm that made her scream out loud, almost terrifying her young partner.
"Darling," she said fondly, "you're the most beautiful boy in the world. Would you like auntie to teach you something different? A new way of fucking?"
The boy's eyes grew big. "Sure, of course I would." But he couldn't even imagine what it would be.
Her depraved imagination remembered what Jeff had done to her earlier. She didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how much it had thrilled her, but all the same she wanted to try it again. And with the boy's young cock, she reasoned, there wouldn't be any pain at all. But to be on the safe side, she had him bring a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom.
She tickled his limp prick with her fingers and lavished it with soft little kisses until it had grown fat and rigid again, just as she knew it would. Then she coated it tenderly with Vaseline, slicking her fingers up and down its sensitive length as she coated the jutting boyish cock with thick lubricant.
Tommy watched all this with amazement and curiosity, but he was ready to try anything the woman suggested. He loved and trusted her with all his young heart. Nobody had ever made him so happy before!
Gloria lay on her stomach with a pillow under her crotch. "Get on top of me honey." She lewdly parted her asscheeks with her own hands. "See my little asshole?" She chuckled happily and said, "I wish you could see your face right now. Are you afraid to try it?"
"N-no," he stuttered, his greedy young eyes feasting on this wanton display of squirming naked ass and pussy. And in all his tenderness and inexperience, still his lusting young cock throbbed in want of release.
Still craning back over her shoulder, she directed him.
"Put your dick right there, honey. Shove hard! That's it."
The boy grew red in the face but he struggled manfully to obey. The puckered little tight ring, no longer loosened from the earlier assault, opened protestingly and the tip of his cock went in with a little pop! It felt so strange! The smaller hole felt like a stranglehold on his tumescent organ, scary but good at the same time. He pushed harder and felt satisfaction as it slid in, greased by the thick smear of Vaseline.
"Wwwooohhh," Gloria let out her breath. She fell forward on her face, enjoying for the moment just the sensation of the stretching fullness of her asshole. This time she wasn't afraid so she could relax and take in every smallest sensation. It was so different, and so good!
"Auntie! Auntie! It feels so weird!" he moaned, apprehension filling his eleven-year-old voice.
She answered in a thick strange voice. "Fuck me, damn you, fuck me! Shove it up my ass! Sock it to me!"
Tommy pulled back and shoved in again, and found his aunt's round white buttocks rearing back lewdly to meet his stroke.
"Harder, faster," she caterwauled, and the youngster labored hard to obey.
He fell into a smooth fast rhythm, his young back and thighs straining as he ploughed forcefully into the warm wet passage.
Her face grinding into the pillow, Gloria loved every sinful depraved moment of it. Panting heavily, she contorted her body to bounce her ass back against the boy's surging drive.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she chanted, rocking crazily so the mattress and the whole bed swayed. "In my butt! Harder, harder! Give it to to me, you sexy little boy! Give!"
Tommy was so caught up in ecstatic sexuality, he hardly knew where he was. Then he felt his small balls gathering up and just seconds later, the hot spurt of his jism shooting into her narrow rear entry. Still joined to her in the lewd position, he threw his arms around her naked writhing back and rested his face there. It was too much for the little boy. He fell sound asleep an instant after his cum, even before his heart slowed from its rapid pounding and his breath eased from the harsh sobbing.
His sperm frothing into her asshole triggered Gloria, too. She collapsed on the bed, wracked with spasms of piercing pleasure, so sharp it was almost like pain. "Whoooosssshhhh!" The breath flew out of her lungs and she lay with arms and legs outspread.
"Tommy ... Tom? Why, you poor little devil, you're asleep." Gloria sighed and began to doze herself, still coupled in the obscene position. The sheets were damp with mingled jism, sweat and her profuse love juices, but that didn't bother her. In fact nothing bothered her ... she felt she knew perfect peace at last.
The child, for that was all he was, snuggled close to her back spoon-fashion, his limp prick gradually relaxing and sliding out of the still tight asshole. He murmured in his sleep and brushed one damp flushed cheek against her bare back.
In her dreams she was floating on a gentle sea, the waves lapping at her toes and drowned hair. Floating without a boat or raft, in the manner of dreams which defied gravity and other realities. Two babies were nursing on her, one at each swollen tit. They were warm and contented, making fat little sucking noises. Their hands clutched at her bulging breasts, kneading softly.
Then, still in the dream, the babies stretched out and lengthened, growing until they were Tommy's size. She looked down at the boyish faces of her nephew and her own son, Joe. They clung to her tits with smiles on their faces, and she felt happy and contented.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was like her dream come true. Gloria lay on the double bed, a blissful smile on her face. Her head propped on her linked hands, her legs sprawled white, her naked white body gleaming, its pearly flesh a sharp contrast to the two suntanned hard-boned boys who lay partly on top of her. Tommy cuddled one bouncing boob in his hands, his teeth gently fastened on her erect rosy nipple. Her son, Joe, was fastened on the other tit greedily sucking, with a free hand making little curls in her prominent mons.
She hadn't really planned it this way, she told herself. She'd left it up to fate, or chance, or Joe's father, Larry. She'd made herself a promise. If her boyfriend Jeff showed up for the weekend before Larry brought Joe, and if the man filled all her aching sexual hunger, then she'd leave the boys alone. Virtuously she thought, I'll send them away from my bed. I'll make Tommy promise never to tell Joe what's been going on. I can make it through the week as long as I get my weekend loving from Jeff, and I'll never, ever touch a young boy again.
On the other hand, if Joe arrives first....
Early Thursday morning, she and Tommy were lying cozily in bed when a car horn sounded outside. They'd been awake half the night, fucking, sucking, perfecting Tom's style and filling her ever-growing need for sex. So it took a moment for her drowsy mind to comprehend what was happening. Then, when Larry rattled the locked door, she came alive and frightened.
"Go in the other room," she said, pushing urgently at her nephew. "Mess up the bed in there, quick!" She knew perfectly well what would happen if her ex-husband ever found out what she was doing. Taking her son away from her would be the least of it! She hustled into her robe, throwing Tommy's discarded clothes under the bed out of sight, giving a last glance around the bedroom before hurrying to open the door.
"Sorry to get you up so early, but I have a business appointment today. Joe and I got up at four o'clock. He was anxious to get here and play with his cousin."
Larry took off after a fast cup of coffee. Gloria, worn out from the night and the nervous strain of almost being caught, went back to bed.
Around noon she stirred drowsily, thinking what a delightful dream she was having. Something warm and wet and soft was nibbling at the edges of her pussy. A firm small hand caressed her tits, exciting the sensitive pink flesh. She squirmed on the sheets, biting her lips as delightful shivers ran over her.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured, gooseflesh creeping on her arms.
Then she became aware of muffled giggles and whispers. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Of course. I'm doing it too, aren't I?"
"But it's my mother!"
"Don't worry so much, she loves it!"
She knew instantly what had happened. While she slept, the two boys caught up on the news. Tommy must have wasted no time telling the wonderful games he was having with Joe's mother, and persuading him to join in. She could imagine Joe's face, shocked at first, then lewdly grinning as he realized he too could have the grown-up joys of sex.
Her eyes opened and she smiled at them. "What a wonderful way to wake up!"
"Oh, Mother!" Joe threw himself into her arms. "Is this really okay? You're not mad? I can't even believe it!" Even as he spoke, he was nuzzling her neck, licking her ear, searching for her rosy eager lips. She hadn't kissed her son on the mouth since he was seven! No wonder he had trouble believing!
"Do you think I'm terrible, Joe?"
"Oh, no, NO! I'm just mad because ... why was Tommy first? How come we haven't been doing this all along? Are you really going to let me screw you?"
"Let you?" The woman laughed. "I'm going to show you how!"
She didn't feel guilty. After all, hadn't she made a bargain with Fate? And hadn't Fate produced Joe first, thereby releasing her from her promise? Besides, she loved her son so dearly, she could refuse him nothing. Again she reminded herself that it was healthy, a positive good, for young boys to learn from someone loving and experienced. Her boys, her son and nephew, would never have to sneak for looks at girls' panties or assault innocent virgins in the back seat of a car. They'd learn all about sex right at home, and find out there was nothing dirty about it because she herself would teach them.
Joe was all over his mother's body, kissing, squeezing, pinching, hugging, licking. He wanted to do everything at once, and didn't know what to try first. He luxuriated on the voluptuous body, confessing he'd been sneaking peeks at her for years. "But I never thought, never realized how gorgeous you are, Mom. Golly, you're just about the best Mom in the whole world!"
Her heart overflowed with happiness.
"Go ahead and fuck him first," Tommy urged. "I don't mind. I wanna watch one time, anyhow."
Because the two boys were close friends, he didn't try to show his superiority and experience. He crouched above Gloria's head, playing with her round white breasts and licking the erect rosy caps, while Joe straddled his mother's body. Her agile white fingers stroked the boyish cock into burgeoning life, teasing and inciting the swollen organ into throbbing activity.
Joe looked down in something close to awe. Both the knowledge and the opportunity were so new to him, he thought he must be in some sort of magic dream. Hot sexuality made the blood pound in his ears and dimmed his vision. He began to shiver all over like a wet puppy, thrilled beyond belief yet wanting more every minute.
His smiling lustful mother guided his young cock between her creamy thighs. She was wet and swollen already, her pussy itching and her ass wriggling uncontrollably. As the boy's hard dick pushed its way into her wet steaming cunt, she licked her lips eagerly.
"Go on, honey, put it in! Shove! That's my boy, that's my sweet Joe ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Panting and quivering, she helped her son push his virgin hard-on deep inside her vagina. It felt so good, it satisfied something she couldn't express, some deep hunger she knew now she'd always had.
The boy was almost out of his head with the thrill of actually getting to fuck a live woman. It was his own dear mother! He hunched forward, consciously imitating what he'd seen through a crack in her bedroom door.
A zillion times, it seemed, he'd watched his mother and her boyfriend getting it on in her bedroom. He'd drooled and sweated and fondled his own pubescent penis, and wondered if he'd ever grow up and have it happen to him. Alone in his room, he'd crouched over a pillow and pretended it was his Mom's hot cunt he was fucking.
Tommy watched his cousin in envy, not because it was Joe's turn to get it in Gloria, but because Joe seemed to know exactly what he was doing. And his own hard-on was begging for some action, too. He leaned forward and daringly stroked his throbbing blood-filled prick across his aunt's forehead, dipping the tip into her closed eyelids, under her nostrils, across her swollen red lips. He scooted to one side and pushed it into her ear, and the pressure against the scarlet head felt unimaginably good.
Joe pulled his dripping cock almost out, then plunged back in hard. This was better than he could possible have imagined! He remembered Jeff's moves and copied them expertly, ploughing in and out, his smooth back muscles working as he fucked his mom's sweet pussy.
"Oh, God, it's so wonderful! Shit, damn, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Gloria shouted and thrashed her torso on the bed. She liked the hard-on fucking in her ear but she had a better idea. She reached over her head for the boy's hips and urged him forward, so the tender young dick trailed poundingly across her avid lips. Opening her mouth, she let it dangle on her tongue and she gobbled it with her wet lashing oral organ. The fat prick slid in and her lips closed firmly around it.
Tommy got the idea in a hurry. He was in an awkward position but he balanced himself over her face with his hands on the mattress, and began to bob up and down jamming his prick in and out of her hot mouth. For an instant his eyes met his cousin's and the two pre-teen boys grinned at each other in perfect understanding. This was living, this was what it was all about! Sex was too good, that's why the grownups wanted to keep it for themselves!
Gloria was in ecstasy with one boyish hard cock in her mouth, pounding away against her tongue and teeth and soft palate, and another boring into her quaking cunt.
Tommy held her head with fingers like a vise, while her son Joe grabbed her hips with tenacity, using them to propel himself forward and back in a hard, driving rhythm.
The pure depravity of the situation tickled her imagination as well, and she wanted to shout and laugh and mumble, but her mouth was too full of demanding hard flesh, so all that came out was a wet whimper. Her excitement burst in a series of small orgasms that left her helplessly mewling but far from sated.
Joe felt the changes in his mother's body, the queer tremblings and involuntary muscle spasms, and without understanding what they meant, the increased pressure on his sensitive cock sent him into a rapid tattoo of blows. His ass muscles tautened and drove him on harder and harder, faster and more controlled than he knew his body capable of. His hands dug into her deeper, his breath came short out of a dry mouth.
Tommy knew he couldn't keep it up much longer. He knew he was going to cum and the thought of spilling his sperm in his aunt's mouth thrilled him. Although he'd done it before, this particular act still seemed to him the utmost in lewd daring. He watched her face intently, seeing the pretty features contorted, the drawn swollen mouth, and eyes first shut and then opened, but with pupils rolled up into her head. He saw with fascination the way his plump rigid cock slid in and out over her rosy lips, and felt the suction action of her throat and grasping mouth.
He couldn't hold back any longer! Plunging deep into her throat, he let fly with his steaming jism. To his heart-stopping pleasure, she swallowed avidly, her suctioning mouth straining to milk him dry and absorb every last frothy droplet. Her throat worked convulsively and he felt the pull on his softening cock as she drained him dry.
Gloria felt as if her overstrained nerves could not stand even more pleasure, yet when she milked that sweet hard-on she found herself cumming again ... in one long continuous orgasm, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her whole body was on fire with it, her heart thudded heavily, her very fingernails ached happily. She wanted to scream, to run, to cry out, to turn herself inside out in a frantic attempt to escape pleasure and have more of it at the same time.
An inner trembling shook her whole frame, and as the depleted prick slid over her lips and out of her mouth, trailing its wetness across her nose and forehead, she managed a plaintive mewling out of her parched mouth.
"Tommy ... Joe ... uuuuuhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm!" she keened.
Joe stopped suddenly, his body rigid. A smile crept over his young face, a look of intense gratification. His smooth small balls were shooting their grown-up load into his mother's cunt, bathing his own prick as well as the hot slick inside of her with steaming white fluid. Tears pricked his eyes at the intensity of the sensation, and he fell forward sobbing onto her sweaty breasts.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I CAME INSIDE YOU, MOTHER!"
All three fell asleep and it was when they woke up that she recalled her prophetic dream. The reality was even better, she told herself cozily. This was true togetherness, with mother and son and nephew wrapped so snugly together, so warm and loving. The stubby hand twined in her pubic hair gave a gentle tug.
"Mom...." he said sleepily, "How about some breakfast?"
Gloria discovered she too was hungry, downright starving. Without bothering to scrub off the mingled stains of sweat, sperm and her own secretions, she pulled on halter and shorts. In the small kitchenette, she whipped up breakfast for the three of them: orange juice, waffles, bacon, eggs, toasted muffins. The food tasted twice as good as food ever had before.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked as the boys helped her with the dishes.
"Go back to bed," Joe said promptly, and all three laughed.
"I want to get out in the sunshine. You boys are so tanned, you make me look like a fish belly."
They found one of the camp's rowboats, and with the two boys at the oars, headed for the middle of the lake. This far north in Michigan, the air was sunny yet crisp. The water, she discovered from an exploratory toe, was cold but not icy. Gloria lay across a seat, absorbing the healthful rays.
"Your turn to row," Joe said to Tommy. The boys exchanged a look and nodded.
Tommy picked up both dripping oars while Joe moved to his mother's side. One brown little paw patted her tits through the thin halter. "Nobody can see us out here. Let's take our clothes off and swim nude."
Gloria was doubtful. There were other boats on the lake, although none nearby. "We'd better not."
But before she knew it, her halter was unfastened and hanging. Joe undid the lower strap.
"Oooooooh, Mommy," he said, mimicking a little boy voice.
She couldn't help but laugh. Besides, his cool lips felt good on her humid flesh. "Okay, let's," she said recklessly.
Balancing in the boat, she slid her shorts down. Lifting first one leg and then the other, she pulled them off her bare feet. Joe gleefully stripped off his jeans and Jockey shorts, tossing them carelessly in the bottom of the boat.
Gloria was poised to dive, anticipating the feel of the water on her naked body, when she heard a plaintive "Hey!" from Tom.
"Wait a minute, will you? It's too deep for an anchor. Why don't we row to the island and tie up?"
Tom rowed while his aunt sat spraddle-legged on the seat, naked in the sunshine. Joe knelt between his mother's knees, his hands holding her legs apart, his face bent into her crotch. His hot pointed tongue explored all the slick rosy contours of her outer labia, licking zestfully along the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, sucking manfully at the tiny bud of her clit. To his mother, this was the freest, happiest moment of her life.
She had it all, she thought. Love and sunshine and sex, and two handsome little boys who adored her. The sun glistened on the water, the small waves slapped lazily against the boat. Her always eager sexuality was being aroused and almost fulfilled at the same time. She threw her arms out wide, in love with the whole world.
Tom watched enviously. He reminded himself that he'd had several days alone with his aunt, so it really was Joe's turn. Besides, the whole glorious summer was stretching before them; three months to sun, swim, fuck, suck, kiss, lick, and cum over and over again. He felt the by-now familiar stirring in his crotch. Looking down at his jeans, he saw the fabric move and swell with the waking of his cock. His hard-on grew, he thought, bigger every day that passed. Gratified with the thought, he wished he'd measured himself before this all began. Did sexual activity really make his prick longer and heavier? Some of the kids he knew said so, but he'd never been sure.
They beached the boat on a stretch of white sand. Luckily the island was deserted but for them. Tom threw his jeans and undershorts into the boat with the rest of the clothes and, naked, plunged into the cool depths of the water.
Gloria and Joe were already splashing each other and laughing. He dived deep and swam under water with open eyes. Seeing the wavering white image of his aunt's thighs and legs and buttocks, he aimed for the dark triangle between. He came up exactly on target, his head and shoulders neatly sandwiched into her crotch.
"Whoops!" Gloria felt herself borne upward on the boy's shoulders, and dropped with a splash. The water was only waist deep here. As she fell backward laughing, both boys were on her, grabbing tits and ass and crotch, their mouths and hands avidly grasping. The two carried her into the shallows and laid her down carefully in a couple inches of water.
Joe's warm sucking mouth fastened on hers, his tongue flicking hotly inside her warm cavity. Tom grabbed her by the ass, putting his dear face to her water-soaked pubic mound.
CHAPTER SIX
Gloria lay spread out on the sand, naked as a jaybird and twice as carefree. No other boat had even approached their island. The two youngsters ran and swam, but they always came back to her for a kiss and a hug. She had an idea. A perverted idea, maybe, but one which appealed to her and she wondered if it were possible.
"Boys," she said, "what would you think of ... both fucking me at the same time?"
They stared open-mouthed. "Like we did before, one in your pussy and one in your mouth?" Tommy asked.
"Not exactly. Do you think you could get both your little cocks in my pussy at the same time?"
The boys looked at each other, their eyes lighting up. "Gee, Mom, I'd sure like to try it. How about you, Tom?"
"Yeah, man! I bet we can!"
She knew it was incredibly foolhardy of her to try this crazy idea at all, much less out here in the open air. A power boat could zip across the lake before she even noticed it. But somehow that added something, a little spice of danger which she couldn't resist. She wondered if she were really going insane. It was one thing to "molest" her young nephew while she was full of gin and frustration. It was something else to propose a shocker like this, cold sober, out in front of God and everybody, as the saying went. She looked around apprehensively. The shore was a long way off, but for all she knew, somebody had binoculars trained on the trio that very minute.
Weakly she said, "I was only kidding. Maybe we can try it tonight, in the camper with the doors locked. This is much too public."
The boys argued and even sulked, but she set her mind on the danger and wouldn't yield. Eventually they wandered off to explore the island.
Gloria was dozing in the warmth of the sunshine when she felt something grab her wrist. The boys at their games, she thought indulgently. Then a rope slipped over her other wrist, and when she tried to sit up, she discovered she was tied by both hands and one ankle. Her arms were stretched over her head and fastened to the heavy rowboat. Her leg was stretched by a line to a tree.
"Hey! What's going on?"
"Don't be mad, Mommy. We're playing pirates."
"Well, okay. But you'd better untie me."
"Sure we will, in just a minute."
She looked up and saw a strange glint in her son's eyes. The two boys stood over her, looking from that angle both taller and stronger than eleven and twelve years old. Tommy dropped on his knees beside her and placed his firm mouth over hers. His probing hot tongue shot out and explored her mouth, running sexily over teeth and tongue and poking far down her throat. In spite of her feeling of alarm, she felt the familiar tingles begin to run up and down her spine. Meantime, her son was crouched between her legs, carefully parting her pussy hair and stroking the ragged pink edges of her inner lips. Tommy's hands were on her tits, tweaking and caressing, while Joe placed his face in the soft warm nest and began to suck her flattened clit. She couldn't help responding physically, it was just the way she was made. She tried to be stern and order them to cut it out, to let her up. But the hard young mouth clamped over hers kept the words gurgling in her throat.
The pair kept it up until Gloria was in a steaming frenzy. The fear of being caught kept nagging in the back of her mind at the same time she was arching her body up to meet those tantalizing ticklings and caresses.
The boys had no intention of letting her go until their purpose was accomplished. At their ages, they had little conception of the dangers they were running. Thoughts of prison for Gloria and juvenile hall for them never entered their minds, but the woman was beginning to remember those sad facts of life, and to regret the impulses which had led her to this point.
"Oooooooo," she moaned.
Moments later, when her nephew lifted his face for air, she said, "Joe! Tommy! Let me up this very minute!"
Both boys were between her legs, spreading them obscenely wide. She looked through the hillocks of her tits and saw them examining the situation gravely, and then felt them poking and prying at her pussy-mouth. Even in that difficult moment, she admired their smooth young brown bodies and dear faces. They were hunched over but both had hard-ons poking out from their young loins, startling white and pink against their tans.
One fat hard cock poked at her and then slid in. In spite of her terror of consequences, it seemed she had a body that just wouldn't quit. She was as lubricated as she'd ever been in her life! Worse, she was beginning to forget the perils of her situation in the rapture of the bold invasion.
Joe looked at his cousin. "If I squinch over this way, can you slide in next to me?"
"Yeah, man." Lifting one of Gloria's legs over his thigh, the youngster inched forward, his bare bottom stinging on the sand. He looked at Joe's rigid cock, seemingly filling the narrow opening. But when he put the head of his own swollen organ next to it, there was room to edge it in. Carefully, but with determination, the kids filled her hungry cunt with their meat.
Gloria gulped and gritted her teeth in a sudden spasm of pain. What in the world had she been thinking of, to get the boys charged up with this crazy idea. "Please," she begged them. "You're hurting me. Pleassssssse!"
Joe patted her leg absent-mindedly. "It'll be better in a minute, Mommy." He was too absorbed in his own sensations to worry about hers. He could feel the warm slippery walls closing around his flesh, and he could feel the rigidity of his cousin's hard-on rubbing against his own. It was weird, scary and thrilling at the same time. He moved his ass a little bit, and felt the resilient cunt-flesh ripple with his stroke.
"Golly, this is fantastic!"
"Doesn't it feel weird?"
The boys experimented for a minute, one pushing and the other pulling. It seemed better if they both stroked in and out together. At this point all three of them, Gloria included, were seized by an excitement that was only partly physical. The unaccustomed setting, the danger of being caught at their lascivious games, the strange feel of two cocks in one cunt, all turned them on so they could hardly contain their excitement. Gloria moaned and muttered in her usual fashion, biting her lips and panting.
They were only little boys, she tried to tell herself, but they had her tied and helpless. In a way she enjoyed the bondage. It appealed to some perversity inside her and helped feed the flame of her passion. She thrashed against the ropes but not hard enough to scrape her wrists or hurt herself. She'd given up begging them to release her, knowing it was hopeless. And since she couldn't get loose, she thought, she might just as well enjoy herself.
"Shove 'em in," she rasped hoarsely. "Fuck me, you bad boys."
After a few false starts, the boys came to a common rhythm. Arms around each other's shoulders to make more room, they sweated and grunted and pounded in and out. It was wild, fantastic! The wet warmth enclosing their swollen organs made them grow even bigger, filling her pussy as it had never been filled before.
They swayed back and forth, backs straining, ass muscles pumping. She couldn't help but shove down as well as she was able, meeting the hurting pounding with her own forward surge.
To her great surprise, it began to happen again. Multiple orgasms were shooting through her already! She gasped and shuddered with their intensity, her plump tits wabbling on her taut frame. Her head swung from side to side, her eyes glazed over as she entered wholly into the lascivious moment. The wicked cocks punished her quaking vagina, but she loved it!
With sweat rolling down his serious face, Tom was the first to cum. He grabbed his aunt's leg and gasped, "Oh! Oh! Ooooh!"
Joe glanced at his cousin, and instantly began to feel the pressure from his own round hairless balls. Rocking on his heels, he too panted and sweated.
"Mom, I'm cumming ... Mommy, cum too, CUM NOW! NOW!"
To Gloria, it was almost a relief. She'd been cumming continuously for the past few minutes, and the orgasm which hit her then was almost more than her weary body could handle. The hot sperm jetted out of two cocks at once washed through every fold and crevice of her already slippery vagina. She felt as if it were seeping through her whole body, permeating her breasts and arms and legs and even her brain. The steamy liquid spilled over and matted up the hair of her muff, trickled in little streams down her thighs, even soaking the sand underneath.
"HAH!" Gloria gasped loudly as the final almost unbearable climax rolled through her. She jerked, tried to sit up, snugged her wrists against the rope and collapsed again.
"Haaarrrgghhhh! HAH!" She stiffened and relaxed, her tortured body unable to take any more. Tremors sped over her pliant flesh.
When the boys recovered a bit, they untied her. The three of them took a quick swim to wash off the dirt and telltale stains and smells, then scrambled into their clothes. Rowing back wasn't easy.
"My arms feel like limp spaghetti," Joe complained. "Me, too."
Naps were called for, but Gloria found it difficult to sleep. She felt like Dr. Frankenstein, she thought wryly. She'd beaten him, though. She'd created two monsters instead of one. She wondered if the boys realized the implications of what had taken place on the island. They had not only indulged in a very perverted sexuality, but had defied her as authority and gotten away with it.
But that wasn't the whole of it. She realized for the first time that she'd put herself in a very bad position, and she hoped fervently that the boys did not also know it. She was well aware what would happen if their secret sex orgies were discovered. The boys would be in trouble, true, but nobody would really blame them. No, she'd be alone in her guilt, and in the punishment society would inflict on her.
She could hear them talking together in the other room and her paranoia grew. What were they planning to do to her now? Pulling on a sheer robe, she tiptoed the door of the other bedroom. With her ear to the crack she could hear their sleepy voices murmuring.
"... say her name is?"
"Linda. I don't know her last name."
"And you really think she'll put out?"
"Sure! Didn't I tell you she as much as said so. She'd have done it the other night, I know she would have but she was afraid of her mother coming home."
Gloria's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it! The boys weren't even talking or thinking about her, they had their eyes on some young girl. Quick tears came to her eyes. Anger and jealousy fought in her heart. They were only using her, these two young males, as men had always used her. As her ex-husband had, as Jeff did; they used her body and then went on to some other younger, more attractive female. And only a few hours before the three of them had been as close and intimate as human beings could possible be!
Gloria left her listening post too soon. If she'd stayed a few minutes longer, she'd have heard enough to make her realize she had to take some action.
"If she doesn't let us fuck her, we'll take her to the island," Tom said confidently. "We can tie her up like we did your mom."
"Hey! We could get into trouble that way."
"Naw ... look at your mom. She loved it once we got going, didn't she? So will Linda. They're all alike." Having had four or five days of unrestrained sexuality with a grown woman, the youngster thought he knew all about females. Besides, he was sure that Linda was as turned on sexually as his aunt. Hadn't she let him kiss her and touch her tits and run his hand up under her dress? He told Joe all about it.
"I talked to her the first day I was here. Then the time that of Jeff had your mother in the bedroom, I went looking for her again. We sat on the swing by the lake and talked for a while. I kissed her like I told you, French-kissed. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, too! I got my hand inside her dress...." he paused, remembering how Linda had laughed and called him a fresh young kid. But there was no point in telling Joe that, was there? "And then I put my hand up under her skirt and felt her between the legs. She had panties on, of course, and she wouldn't let me take them off. She said her mother would be looking for her any minute."
"Wowee! You sure have been livin'," Joe said enviously.
"Golly, I could hardly wait for you to get here! So much was going on, my mind was blown."
While the boys plotted, Gloria lay on the narrow bed and sobbed. She wanted the two kids all to herself, and that was the main reason she'd introduced them to the orgiastic behavior. She realized now it was her possessiveness as much as frustration which led her to act as she had. She'd been worrying about all the wrong things, she thought.
She cried herself to sleep, resolving to be nicer to Jeff when he showed up. She wasn't going to let the boys so much as touch her from that moment on!
Her resolution lasted until the morning, when she again woke up to find two healthy greedy young bodies in bed with her. Evidently Tommy had let Joe in on the secret of ass-fucking, because her son was busily probing at her rosy pucker with his little hands. Lying on her side, her nightie hiked up around her waist, she found her nephew's arms around her tightly while his cousin poked a finger into the tight opening between her buttocks. This time she could have resisted. She wasn't tied, after all. But Tommy clamped his lips on hers in a long deep kiss, his hot little tongue circling wetly through her mouth. His hard cock lay between her thighs, nestled into the warm nest of her pussy. And the finger poking behind sent electric excitement shooting through her body.
When the boys saw she wasn't fighting them, Tommy let go of her arms. He wasn't quite big enough to do that and the other thing he had in mind, which was to fuck her pussy while Joe gave it to her in the ass.
It took a bit of maneuvering but finally the boys positioned themselves, Tommy between her legs and Joe at her back. She wondered weakly why she was letting them do this when she knew how they'd betrayed her. But it was hard to think of a reason to stop them without admitting she'd been eavesdropping.
Besides, the twin invasion excited her almost unbearably. The greased fat cock up her backside seemed to activate nerve endings she didn't know she had. Joe must have a bigger prick than Tommy's, she thought with a touch of maternal pride. The narrow opening was tight around his organ, so tight that she could feel the inner flesh clinging to his hard cock when he partially withdrew. It was almost as pleasurably painful as Jeff's.
And Tommy by now was an expert fucker. He managed to rub against her clit with every stroke, pushing and pulling manfully, making that tiny replica of a penis enlarge and quiver with delight.
Gloria felt herself tossed back and forth, slapped from front and rear by the rigid organs, each one exciting a different area and combining to create fantastic new sensations. It was almost as if they were driving right through her, boring their way to making a new opening in her sensation-filled body.
Like a drowning woman going down for the third time, her whole life seemed to slip by her eyes. It was as if she had lived only to reach this point, this utter saturation with sensation, and she whimpered as she was slapped back and forth between the two hard young pricks.
"Mommy, Mommy! Oh, Oh, Oh!" Her son clung to her back, his surging prick slamming in and out of her asshole, while he panted heavily. He was cumming, his semen shooting out in short bursts, instantly bathing the tight hole with hot white fluid.
Gloria arched her back and felt the continuous spasms ripple over her, just as her other cavity was also awash with steaming jism. The two little boys sobbed out their pleasure while she moaned and groaned and tried to hold their sweaty slippery bodies. This time it's too much! My arms and legs are loosened, about to fall off! I know that can't happen, but it's how I feel. Oh, God, I love them so much. How can I ever give them up?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You've changed, Gloria." Jeff was looking at her thoughtfully as if he were trying to penetrate her mind. He'd been looking like that the whole evening, more serious than usual and more than usually attentive.
"Don't be silly. It's only a few days since you were here. How could I change in that length of time?" Gloria looked around the attractive dining room, wishing she could think of something to change the subject. But everywhere she looked, something reminded her of the boys, and where they probably were at that very moment.
A family group at the next table was evidently on vacation. It was a nice-looking family, two boys and a girl. Gloria had no eyes for the girl, pretty as she was. But every time she caught a glimpse of one of the teenaged boys, she thought about Joe and Tommy. And when her mind wasn't on her son and nephew, she found herself wondering about one of the boys in the family who was around the same age. Would his prick be longer or shorter than her son's? Would this child turn on to sex as easily as her two-would he like to fuck? Her eyes lingered in what she could see of the youngster's crotch, and then she blushed and turned away.
"I don't know how or why, but you seem more relaxed. Maybe it's just getting away from your job and the whole rat race."
Relaxed? How could she relax when she knew her two young lovers were spending the evening trying to seduce a girl! And maybe succeeding, this moment, while she sat here sipping her martini and making small talk.
"If you could always be like this...."
His words penetrated the fog. "What do you mean?"
Jeff hesitated. He didn't want to offend this pretty woman; in a way he loved her very much. Yet it was too good an opportunity to make a point. "Most women, it seems to me, are too damned eager. Knocking themselves out to score a point, or whatever. And if you'll forgive me for saying so, you were too. Up until tonight."
"I don't understand."
"I've been married once, you know that. And maybe I judge all other women by her. But it seems as if all the women I've known only want to get married in order to be married. They don't really give a damn about the man himself."
He realized he wasn't saying it very well. But Gloria, like other women he'd dated, had seemed all ego. She wanted constant attention and reassurance, yet he never had the feeling she liked him for himself but for the status and security he could give her.
"I don't know, never mind all that. What I really want to say is that I've never seen you look more beautiful than tonight."
This time she blushed with pleasure, and her whole attention focused on the attractive dark-haired man across the table. "It's very nice of you to say, that, Jeff."
After a couple more martinis, she had an insane impulse to confide in him. What would he say if he knew she'd been corrupting her son and nephew? He seemed such a man of the world, but she knew he'd be shocked.
They ate dinner in a pleasant haze, and afterward returned to the trailer. Jeff could stay the whole weekend, he told her. "It's nice the boys are gone for the evening. I hate the feeling of them being right outside the door."
She smiled at him, knowing what he meant-and then some! But they were alone and he was in a tender mood, unlike the last time she'd seen him. They sat on the sofa and necked like a couple of kids. His hot seeking lips covered hers, and when he shoved his tongue into her partly open mouth, the thrill came right from the pit of her belly.
"Darling, darling," he whispered. "I'm beginning to love you very much."
His hands slipped from her shoulders down around her waist, and then to her hips. His touch seemed to burn through her thin summer dress. She circled her arms around his neck and clung to him. This after all was what she really wanted. Her fling with the boys had been an aberration, a summer madness. She wasn't really that kind of a woman, sexually depraved and irresponsible!
When he pulled the zipper on the back of the dress, she let herself relax against him. Even through her dress and bra and Jeff's thin cotton shirt, the touch of his chest on her tits excited her. She swayed back and forth slightly so they received more of that subtle contact.
When her dress slid down her rounded shoulders and arms, Jeff stopped to kiss the new sunburn. She wondered hazily what he would say when he saw that she was sunburned all over, not just on arms and legs. Maybe he wouldn't notice.
With her dress puddled around her waist, he carefully undid the hooks of her bra. Her milky white orbs, released from the restraint, bobbed out, the pink nipples riding high and erect. He kissed each one warmly, his tongue flicking their fragile responsive surfaces. The glow spread outward from her belly, even warmer than her sunburned skin.
Jeff saw a new gentleness and womanliness in her, and he wondered if his rough treatment had anything to do with it. All male as he was, he hoped not. He didn't want to subdue her by force, but by love growing from within. He wasn't sorry he'd fucked her in the ass, but that wasn't the way all their sex life should be. Like most men he loved variety, but he wanted her to be happy and satisfied, too.
He drew her to her feet and when her dress fell to the floor, she nudged it aside with her foot. Wearing only panties and shoes, she let him lead her to the bedroom with its freshly changed double bed. Her senses were so captivated by the man that she scarcely remembered all the events which had taken place in the same bed. The sexual marathon she'd had with the young boys almost disappeared from her mind and memory.
"Hold me close, darling."
He loved her sweet pliant manner and folded her in his arms for a long intense moment. "Now let me get my clothes off," he said laughing, giving her an easy nudge toward the bed. Rapidly stripping, hardly bothering with his clothes except to toss them toward a chair, he joined her.
Gloria looked at the half hard-on peeking out of his hairy loins and her mouth filled with water. She stroked the turgid cock with a soft tickling hand, then impulsively slipped to the floor beside the bed, cupping his cock in both hands.
"Let me kiss it, darling."
Jeff was filled with wonder as he watched the beautiful naked woman kneeling before him, her hot tongue slowly stroking the length of his prick. Was this the same greedy self-possessed Gloria who both attracted and repelled him before? Had she always been like this, and he misunderstood her, or had she really changed?
She opened her rosy lips and slowly sucked the head in, loving its fat smoothness and the throbbing from the pulse of blood as it grew fuller and more rigid. She couldn't explain it, but she was in love with his cock. It was hers to love and play with, to excite and stroke and caress! All hers! She toyed with him, licking and sucking, taking tiny little soft bites with her white teeth. Finally she sucked it in to its full hard length, until it pressed on the back of her throat and she could hardly swallow.
Jeff could hardly breathe, he was so filled with excitement and amazement. This was the first time she'd ever volunteered a thing, ever contributed to their lovemaking. Up until now he'd taken her almost by force, tossing her on the bed and ploughing into her. She'd never so much as touched his penis, and here she was lovingly kissing and sucking it!
Much as he enjoyed her subservient position, he was too full of love to let it go at that. Another time, sure, she could kneel and suck him off, give him a blow-job, and he bet she'd do it like an expert. But at the moment he wanted to give as well as take.
He pulled her up from the floor and helped her on the bed. She'd slipped off her shoes and panties while he undressed, and he had the full naked beauty of the woman open to his eyes and hands and body. He wanted to give her as much as she was giving him, so they stretched out head to toe, his face in her warm wet pussy, hers against his tumescent prick. Instantly she opened her mouth and sucked in its bloated length as if she wanted to swallow it whole! While passion surged through his loins, he separated her legs and buried his face between them. His nose and mouth lay along her narrow moist cleft, and he inhaled the fascinating scent of her groin, his nostrils filled with the sense-tickling vaginal moisture. He licked at the rosy swollen lips, letting the fluids roll over his tongue. That sent a surge of emotion clear down to his cock, which instantly swelled in the wet warm cavity of her mouth.
Gloria was a prisoner of her senses, so filled with the taste and feel and smell of him that she couldn't have been pried loose. She sucked hungrily at the thick smooth yet rigid organ filling her mouth. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, she bobbed her head back and forth, feeling his ass muscles tighten as he moved to fuck into her mouth. Her hands grasped his buttocks and her nose rode in the cleft between them, sniffing hungrily. All memory of the boys had fled her mind, her whole world was composed of this wonderful man his cock and ass and hot desirable flesh.
Jeff licked slowly along the hair-fringed opening until he found her clit with his tongue. Putting his lips around it, he sucked and licked, feeling it rise and harden. He knew what this did to a woman, still he was surprised at her instant response.
Her hips jerked in little circles, pushing her down against his mouth. Her juices flowed more profusely, trickling down his tongue and into his throat. He tightened his grip on her back and licked alongside the clit, careful not to push too hard or put too much pressure on the sensitive organ.
The feel of his pulsing cock sliding in and out of her mouth excited him more than anything she'd ever done before. He was amazed at the change in her and even in the moment of lustful passion, vaguely tried to figure it out. As far as he knew, she hadn't seen anyone all week except the two boys. Otherwise, he'd have suspected she had a new lover, someone who'd softened her and turned her into more of a woman. He gave it up for the moment and probed deep into her grasping cunt with his tongue, waggling it back and forth, curling the tip to touch every possible inch of surface, each syrup-bathed crevice.
Already his balls were feeling full, achingly wanting to send their load out into the pretty mouth. But he wanted her to cum first. He wanted to give her all the pleasure possible, but he was sure now that he loved her and always would.
Gloria really had forgotten the strange transformation her body had gone through that week. Until the first tremor of her first climax, she never even thought how it would seem to her partner. And then it was too late. The multiple orgasms were sweeping through her, the thrills even more intense than she'd felt before. She couldn't stop them any more than she could stem the tide of the ocean, or make the sun rise in the west. She trembled from head to foot as her cum repeated itself over and over, sending her right into orbit. She floated high and wide and easy, totally controlled by her body, the convulsions coming one after the other and each one more achingly fantastically marvelous than the last.
Jeff was astonished to say the least. His first thought was relief that she'd cum, and he could let loose the orgasm which had him in its grip. But when the climax went on and on, and he could feel the spasms under his own tongue and lips, he grinned into her cunt. He'd known a woman who had multiple orgasms, but only once before in his life. He remembered what an avid sexual partner she'd been, seemingly getting and giving more than any other female he'd ever known. So he rocked gently with the cums, managing to restrain himself seconds longer before he climaxed. When he did, it triggered more orgasms in Gloria's contorted body. Dimly, through the heavy thudding of his heart, he knew he was doing as much for her as she for him, and it made him very happy.
He could feel her sucking mouth and swallowing throat working on his spurting cock, draining every drop of the white sticky jism. Rolling his head away, he watched with pleased surprise. Her red grasping mouth kept its lips tightly closed around the white circle of his prick, her throat worked convulsively. Not one little drop overflowed as she took the pungent fluid into her own body, milking him dry. It was a fantastic sensation, so terrific that tears came to his eyes and love overflowed his heart.
Neither one had said a word. Even Gloria's usual little cries and mewlings were lost as her mouth closed around his cock. When she finally let its soft fatness slide out of her puckered lips, she gave a sigh that came from the depths of her being.
"Ooooohhh, my darling," she murmured.
Moving to the head of the bed, he gathered her pliant form in his arms and held her close. Still speechless, he planted little butterfly kisses on her forehead and cheeks and closed eyelids. Gloria arched her face against his, and he kissed her mouth, tasting his own sperm as his tongue slid loosely against hers.
"I don't ever want to let you go," he whispered. "Gloria, will you marry me?"
"Darling," she answered automatically, her mind shocked into wakefulness. Would he want to marry her if he knew what she was really like? Evidently she had changed, as he said, in ways she didn't even realize. But what Jeff didn't know was what had caused the changes, and she didn't have to study on it to know he wouldn't approve of what she'd been doing.
Evidently he took her one word of consent, because he kissed her cheek, tightened his arms and said, "We're going to be so happy, my sweet little wife."
Gloria drifted off into sleep in spite of her worries. It wasn't until hours later that she began to be concerned about her son and nephew.
After a short nap, Jeff woke her with kisses. She could feel his cock swelling against her thigh and teased him merrily. "I know why you woke me up! Your man is poking me in the leg!"
"He wants to go home, where he belongs."
He climbed over her and hunched forward, his turgid plump penis sliding "home" through her bush of still-damp pussy hair. They fucked slowly and comfortably for a while, Jeff changing his angle and pace every so often.
"Oooooooo, it's so good," she murmured dreamily. "I could go on like this for hours."
"We will ... after we're married," he promised.
Gloria shuddered, wondering if she could get away with marrying him, and what he'd say or do if he found out the truth.
Jeff, taking her shiver of fear for ecstasy, hunched forward and pounded into her more rapidly. They ended up in a wild rush of blows exchanged, her pelvis rapping quickly up against him while he slammed down faster and faster.
"Oh, God oh God oh God! Hold me, Jeff, I'm cumming!"
The man surged forward powerfully one last time, and then held her close as she wrapped her legs around his back, and they climaxed together in one breath-taking, heart-stopping moment of ecstasy. Gloria only climaxed once, to her great relief. She didn't think even her mind or body could take one more of those devastating multiple orgasms!
The shower was too small for both of them at once, so they chatted amiably through the opened bathroom door as they took turns. It was so cozy and home-like, so comfortable and happy, that she let herself imagine what marriage to Jeff could be like. With incurable optimism, she told herself that she'd never again fool around with the kids. She'd have a long talk with them as soon as the weekend was over. She'd make them understand that, great as it had been, it was all over. They were both good and loving kids. They wouldn't tell on her; she knew she could count on that.
Jeff poured brandy from a bottle he'd brought. They sipped and talked until he noticed the clock on the shelf. "It's one ayem," he said.
"Is it really?"
"I don't know where the time went. Shouldn't those boys be home by now? This is pretty late for kids their age."
"Oh!" She started up, suddenly remembering all the things she'd wanted to forget. They were going to try and seduce that girl! What was her name ... Linda something-or-other. In her jealousy it hadn't occurred to her before that they might try to force the girl, as they had her. But once the idea presented itself, she could think of nothing else. Still, what could they do on the beach or in the camp? Too many people were wandering around, even at this hour. The girl was safe enough, even if she had teased Tommy as he indicated.
"Let's take a walk and look for them," Jeff suggested.
It was a beautiful summer night and they strolled slowly, enjoying the balmy breeze and the bright stars. As she'd thought, others were out enjoying the warmth and the moonlight. Slightly more at ease, she still wished they'd run into the boys. After all, without a car, there were only so many places to disappear to.
Finally they ran into the manager of the trailer camp, and stopped to chat. "Have you seen my two boys?" Gloria asked anxiously.
"Tommy and Joe? Sure, I saw them about an hour ago, getting into one of the boats. It's still gone, so I guess they're still out on the lake." He chuckled fatly. "Wouldn't surprise me any, since they had a pretty young lady with them."
Gloria's heart sank into her shoes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"But I can't tell you why!" Gloria was becoming more frustrated and frantic by the moment. Jeff could see no sense at all in taking a rowboat out on the lake at one-thirty in the morning, hoping they might run across the two boys. She had the small island in her mind, but she didn't want to tell him that until they'd started.
"I can't tell you why, but I'm going," she said stubbornly, reaching for a pair of oars from the pile.
"Oh all right." He took the oars and headed for the boat. He might as well humor her, he thought resignedly.
Once they were on the water, she asked him to head for the small island they could barely see in the moonlight. Jeff began to realize she must have something in mind, some reason she wasn't going to tell, probably for fear of getting the lads into trouble.
They reached the island quickly. There wasn't a sound anywhere except for the sighing of the wind in the stunted pine trees. Gloria left her shoes in the boat and leaped into ankle deep water to help fasten the ropes. She looked around frantically, hardly knowing what she expected to see.
"You go that way, and I'll go this," Jeff said, gesturing. He figured it couldn't take more than fifteen minutes to walk the whole circumference of the island. Then, if they found nothing as he expected, he could row her home and get some sleep. The boys probably found a ride into the village and were sitting in the movies right that minute. They must have figured the grownups were too busy with each other to notice.
And as far as he was concerned, that's where they should be: busy with each other, in bed.
Gloria had no choice but to accept his help.
Picking her way gingerly through the beach debris, she listened for sounds of voices.
Jeff, being not concerned, strolled slowly down the beach. He stopped to unzip his trousers and pee into the foamy edge of the waves. He was thinking of Gloria, of her remarkable body and the way she loved to make love. She swallowed every bit of my cum, he thought. Not many women will do that. Visions of her tits and round plump ass floated through his head. Zipping himself up again, he noticed ruefully that he had half a hard-on. "And no place to put it!"
He walked on, hearing a rustling in the bushes. His senses alerted, he peered this way and that in the moonlight, thinking he saw something white glimmering just ahead. He walked on warily, ready either to defend himself against a stranger, or to scold the boys heartily for frightening Gloria. When he got nearer, he saw that both those responses were inappropriate. He strode ahead, his mouth turning up in a smile.
Perched on a rock in the moonlight was a young pixie of a girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, he thought. If this was the chick the boys brought to the island, they showed good taste! She was wearing a scanty pink bikini, barely covering her hard young breasts and tiny crotch. A provocative smile lit up her piquant features.
"Well, hi there," she said, as pleasantly as if they'd met in the corner grocery. "Nice night for a stroll!"
Hands on hips, he surveyed her with amusement. "What are you doing here, young lady?"
"Waiting for you," she answered impudently. Her long blonde hair shone silver as she tossed it back from her face.
"That was nice of you." Not a brilliant conversation, he thought, but the best he could come up with. The rock where she sat was wide and roomy, so he let his big body down next to her.
Instantly, the girl put her hand on his leg just above the knee and massaged the flesh with slim fingers. He didn't quite know how to handle that.
"You think I'm kidding but I'm not. I was waiting for you ... or someone ... to find me." She sounded wistful and young, but he suspected it was a pose. Some intuition told him this was a very self-possessed young lady. Her hand moved upward on his thigh. He felt the half a hard-on instantly become a full erection, and tried to cross his legs so as to hide it. But the girl smiled and fastened her eyes on the fat sausage lying on the top of his thigh.
"Well now, I was looking for someone myself, but I'm afraid it isn't you."
"Tommy and Joe, most likely."
"Yes, are they here with you?"
She waved a languid hand. "The other side of the island. Those little boys! Who needs them?" She snuggled in closer to his wide shoulders and rested her head.
Jeff felt his blood quicken. He couldn't help it. This girl was asking for trouble and if she wasn't careful, she was going to get it. Or was she just a teenage tease? He reminded himself of her age, and the fact that he could get into trouble messing around with a baby like this. Not that she acted like a baby, no indeed! The little hand crept upward steadily, until it was resting against the erection he no longer wanted to conceal.
"I'd better tell you that I came here with Joe's mother, looking for the boys."
"So what! She won't bother us; I can guarantee it." She giggled. "By the way, my name's Linda. I know you're Jeff."
He nodded and she went on, "I'm so glad you came along! The little boys don't do anything for me. I mean, they get me excited and all that ... my little twat is on fire! But a great big grownup man like you, now, you could put out the fire."
"Why, you little brat!" He wasn't exactly shocked, more amused than anything. And he had to admit, her slim body so near to him, and her wicked little hand, were sending the blood coursing through his veins. She was asking for it, all right. If it weren't for Gloria, about to appear at any moment....
"If you're worrying about Joe's mother, don't. She won't be here for a long, looonng time," the girl drawled.
"You witch, you're reading my mind!"
"I'll read your hand, too." Removing her hand from his leg as slowly as if it were glued, she took his broad palm between her two tiny hands. One sharp little finger traced the lines, sending shivers up his spine. "I can see your whole life here ... you're going to meet a beautiful young girl on a deserted island, that's what it says. And you're going into the bushes with her to a secret place she knows about ... and fuck her silly!"
As if hypnotized, he rose when she did and followed her twitching little bottom through the bushes. The path wound round between rocks and trees, ending in a perfect little clearing ringed with white birches. Thick moss covered the ground. , Jeff tried to wake himself from the spell but she touched him, reached out her little hand and put it right between his legs, and he knew he was a goner.
While she stood there, her deft slim fingers unfastened his belt buckle and worked the zipper down. He felt helpless as an overgrown boy.
"You might help!" she said petulantly, and he shoved downward on his jeans, sliding them down his hips. Instantly her hand snaked into the fly of his undershorts and fastened on the rigid cock, pulling it out into the air. Then, before he could react to that, she let go and her hands flew to her own bikini, stripping it ruthlessly from her slim body.
Jeff's knees were trembling from shock and surprise. He wanted to sit down and reason with her, explain that young girls just didn't act like that. But he never got a chance. Just as his eyes were exploring the sweet contours of her girlish body, realizing how young she must be as she had just the faintest dusting of blonde pubic hair, she literally launched herself at him. He put out his hands to catch her. She had her legs around his waist and was somehow lowering her rear so that his tumescent cock was somehow pinned in that barely-haired cleft.
"Linda," he said helplessly, "you don't know what you're doing!"
"Wanna bet?" She smiled up at him brightly. "Of course it would be easier if you were to lie down. That moss is nice and soft."
He still thought he was making a fool of himself, but he slowly sat, with the girl still clutched to his lower body. The feel of her firm young flesh was more than he could take.
Still he made a last effort to take control of the situation, if only on her terms. Putting a hand between her legs, he tweaked the rubbery soft flesh. "What do you think you're doing, kid? No way are you ready for a grown man."
Even in the moonlight he could see her turn red with anger. 'That's what my daddy says, damn him! But I'll show you! I am so big enough!"
She put his hand back on her pussy and said, "Feel that!"
His fingers explored the tiny opening, finding it slick with her love juices and larger than he'd thought. Even so, she was hardly ready for a cock the size of his! He slid a thick middle finger up her cunt. It was like a rose unfolding its soft petals as the narrow space expanded to accommodate his probing finger. Already the wicked thought was taking charge of his brain. No matter how gross and perverted, it would be wonderful ... if she could take his cock without splitting herself wide open.
"What do you mean, your daddy says?"
"All he'll do is suck me off and tongue-fuck me! He says I can't have any real fucking for at least another year. I'll show him!"
Jeff received the thought of a father playing sex games with his teenage daughter, and let it settle heavily in his mind. In spite of his automatic thought-But that's incest!-he was already defending and justifying this unknown male. She might as well learn at home as Jrom some dirty hippy or pimply faced boy ... who could love her more than her own father anyway?
It would be hard to keep his hands off her, seeing her around the house in her nightie or her bikini swim suit. He realized he'd feel the same about a daughter of his own, especially if she were as pretty and lively as Linda.
"Well, I might try," he said grudgingly.
She flew off his lap and spread herself invitingly in the moonlight. "Come on then!"
Crazy as it was, he found himself kicking his pants off and his sandals to one side. He had a pang of fear when his underpants dropped and he looked at the size of his own cock, now scarlet-headed and pulsing. He was glad he'd never been circumcised; he thought his penis looked much handsomer this way. Kneeling over the girl, he tried one more time to either talk himself out of it or justify what he was about to do. Neither one worked, so he just set about it as well as he could.
Stroking his penis up and down the narrow fuzzed slit, he thought again it was like a rose, and just as fragrant. The outer lips swelled dusky and shiny in the strange light, exposing the tiny bud within. Her moisture flowed as freely as a grown woman's but had a sweeter scent. When the head of his cock entered the fat outer lips, he was sure it was impossible. But she hunched herself forward somehow, pressing her tightness on his huge hard organ. It seemed to open for him, and enclose the bulk of him like a small hard fist.
"Sweet little baby," he whispered. Her eyes were shining and her mouth hung open, showing pearly teeth. He could hardly believe the beauty of her small slim body, a perfect miniature. Rounded shoulders led to the slope of perfect small breasts, crowned with flower-like rosy nipples. Her waist was so tiny, Jeff was sure he could circle it with one hand. Her hips and ass were slim and boyish, but her mound of Venus rounded itself in a womanly fashion, the pale skin showing beneath the sprinkling of golden curly hair.
His own big swollen cock looked gross and lecherous next to those tiny yet puffy outer lips.
He could hardly believe his heavy cock had even entered half an inch, yet it was true, and Linda seemed to love it.
"Push harder," she whispered urgently, wriggling her hips and trying to skewer herself on his erect penis.
He did so reluctantly, discovering to his surprise that it wasn't that difficult. Slowly the bulging flesh disappeared into her tight little cunt. He could see the pain reflected on her face, and she grabbed his hands to slow him.
"Just ... a minute," Linda gasped. "Let me get used to it."
With a moment to think Jeff was dazed. "I don't even know what I'm doing here. I came with Gloria to look for the boys. I still don't know why this island, how she knew they were here."
In spite of the drawn look on her face, Linda giggled. "I can tell you that! First of all, she had a pretty good idea that Tommy and Joe were going to try to get in my pants tonight. I guess she overheard them talking. And she figured that if I wouldn't play, they'd tie me up and rape me. Like they did her, right here on this island."
"What? Joe raped his mother? I don't believe it!" In his shock, he felt his cock shrinking but her clasping inner muscles held it in place. He listened to her giggle again. The girl was out of her mind, obviously. He was mixed up with a nutty teenaged sex maniac! He didn't even believe her father played sex games with her!
"... wasn't exactly rape," the girl was saying. "I mean, she'd made it with both kids plenty of times before. But this one time, they were skinny-dipping on the island and I guess she didn't want to do what they wanted or something ... anyhow, they tied her up."
Seeing the frightening scowl on his face, she decided she hadn't better go into details. If Gloria's boyfriend didn't even know she was screwing around with the kids, maybe he wasn't ready to hear about both boys fucking her at the same time.
"It's a lie!"
"Have it your own way," she said indifferently. "Me, I don't see what's the difference. I mean, I'm only fourteen myself, and you're fucking me, if you notice. I mean, what the shit!"
Jeff shook his head as if he'd been punched. For some crazy reason, he was beginning to believe the nutty chick. It was certain that something had changed Gloria, something sexual. And who else was there? Anger flowed into him and he shoved down on Linda unnecessarily hard. His erection had returned full bore in spite of the shock of her words. What they said, what Gloria had or had not done, all that could wait. He looked down into the girl's appealing face and let his eyes lick along the immature lovely body. His cock protruded obscenely from the narrow opening between her slim thighs, and he raised her ass with his hands and shoved harder. He could almost see the flesh on her belly raise around the huge invader! And yet it felt so good, so good!
Slowly, carefully, he pulled back, his passage eased by the thickness and profusion of her glandular secretions. Never before had he fucked anyone so tiny and young, and he didn't want to hurt her. Nevertheless lust was raging in his loins and he meant to have her totally. He could see the pink inner flesh pulled out of her pussy entrance clinging to his cock as he partially withdrew.
The little girl clenched her hands and closed her eyes, thinking of the evening just past. It hadn't been hard to figure out what the two young boys had in mind. And since her virginity was troubling her, it should have been a perfect set-up. She could tell the youngsters were experienced from what they said and the way they acted. But for some perverse reason, she teased and teased them without anything actually happening. She'd gone in the boat happily enough, but once on the island, they'd come to her from both sides and she ran. I didn't have to be forced, she thought crossly. And then it became a game, to hide from them, to have her way instead of theirs.
By the time Linda, hiding in the shrubbery, and the two boys looking for her, heard the sound of oars splashing on the lake, her little twat was burning with pent-up passion. She laughed to herself when Joe and Tommy panicked and ran to the far side of the island. The kids were scared! As for herself, she could hardly think of anything but the growing need in her little pussy.
The boys couldn't help bragging to her, and she thought she knew the whole story. So she and her daddy weren't the only ones to have sex games at home! She listened quietly while Gloria and Jeff agreed to separate, and darted ahead in Jeff's direction. It had occurred to her that, if she played it right, this man might be the answer to her problem.
And sure enough he was, if he'd only get on with it!
"Please, please fuck me," she said in a high breathy voice.
The size of his hard organ was almost more than she could take! It felt as if it were coming out her mouth, bursting her belly, splitting her little twat in two! But it felt marvelous at the same time, and she wanted more and more! She raised her dainty feet against his sides, not able to wrap them around his back, and shoved down impatiently. Then when he actually slammed down on her, she whimpered and groaned. Somehow her baby cunt had stretched big enough, but all the same she felt every inch of the smooth yet rigid cock ploughing into her narrow wet furrow.
The weight of his drive pushed her down into the soft moss, carving out a small depression the size of her slim ass. She panted and wriggled like a hooked fish, but she wouldn't have called him off even if she could.
"Urrrggghhh!" she panted. "Owwwwwww!"
Even in the grip of his lust, Jeff knew better than to let his full strength go. Still he could only control so much! He sawed back and forth rapidly, easily, almost out of his mind with the feel of the clasping tight pussy. Blood pounded in his ears. In a small corner of his mind, he hoped Gloria wouldn't step out from behind the trees and catch him fucking a nymphet he hadn't even known ten minutes ago. In another way, half-believing what the girl said, he hoped she would. It would serve her right. Exhilarated beyond belief, he pumped hard and remembered to stroke upward over the girl's clit. If it really was her first experience he wanted her to enjoy it.
"Oh!" she sounded very surprised. "Why I'm cumming! Oh Lord, Lord, I'm cumming!"
He smiled to himself as he felt the small spasms shake her little body. Instead of slackening, he pounded on harder and harder, knowing he was on the verge himself. It was hardly seconds later that his balls sent an urgent message to his mind: here we cum! He settled back on his haunches, eyes closed, face contorted, while his jism shot out into her twat.
"Pheeewwww!" It was a sigh of relief and satisfaction.
As sanity returned, he looked at the child stretched out there, with his diminished prick only just now sliding out of her ravished pussy.
Okay, I've done it now, he thought. I have really, really done it now. Any trouble I get into will be strictly my own fault, but I can't even say I'm sorry.
CHAPTER NINE
Jeff sat on a log at the water's edge, Linda snuggled close to his side. She'd slipped her little hand into his, and he didn't have the heart to put it away. The story she had to tell him, even though second hand, had the ring of truth to it.
"I don't know how it started, the boys didn't say. And they were bragging to me, you know? I laughed at them at first, with their little boy hands all over me. 'What do you know,' I said. And that's the only reason they told at all, believe me. I mean, Jeff, they aren't going to go blabbing all over town."
"I can understand that. Go on."
"And I'm only telling you for the same reason. I wanted you to fuck me so much, I'd have said anything at the time. But I never will tell again, I promise you."
He was impatient. "Okay, okay. Go on and tell me about it. They'll be here any minute."
"All I know is, the three of them have been fucking around since Joe got here. And Gloria and Tommy were before that. Hey, you're not going to be mad at her, are you?"
"I don't know." And that was the truth. His world had turned upside down all in a minute. While he might approve in theory, the thought of his own dear Gloria having sexual intercourse with her son and nephew was hard to take. On the other hand, the experience had certainly improved her disposition. He remembered how sweet she'd been earlier that evening, how relaxed and unaggressive. Whatever caused that just had to be good. He couldn't even put a finger on the change. It was only that before he'd felt she was out to own him, to control every move he made and every thought he had. Now they were partners in a sense he'd forgotten existed.
"Please don't be mad. I'll feel terrible if you are."
"I guess I'm not, really. New ideas take a bit of getting used to, and I suppose I'm jealous, too."
"That's silly, they didn't take anything that was yours, not any more than I took something of Gloria's just now when you fucked me."
Hiding behind a tree, Gloria put her hand to her mouth to quiet her gasp of shock. So that's where Jeff was, all the time she'd spent talking to the boys. Shit, she might as well have given in to their pleadings and had another little fuck session! She was ready for it, there was no question about that. On the other hand, it was just as well she hadn't. She'd still be there instead of listening and finding out what was really going on. She'd heard enough to guess exactly what happened to Jeff on his way to hunt for the boys.
She wanted to come out and confront Jeff, but she was afraid. What would he say to her?
She'd almost forgotten the two boys crouched beside her also listening, until she heard an odd noise. She identified it as suppressed giggles, and saw that the boys were cracking up.
"How 'bout that Linda," Joe whispered. "She's the best thing ever happened to us." After a minute, Gloria realized that was true. What was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander, wasn't it? And if Jeff had been off screwing that fourteen-year-old, he could hardly give her a bad time for doing the same with the boys.
She came out boldly, the boys behind her. Jeff leaped up and came to her, the young girl forgotten.
"Gloria, there you are!"
"Yes, I found the boys. And I see you found their friend." Then: "Linda, I'm Joe's mother."
It was an awkward moment but they saved all discussion until after the boat trip home. Walking Linda to her parents' trailer, Gloria found her hand clasped by a strong masculine one. At least he wasn't too angry!
"'Night," Linda said cheerily. "I'll see you all in the morning."
The trailer was crowded. Gloria and Jeff in the double bed in the biggest bedroom, Joe in the single, Tommy on the living room couch. Even with the door closed, Jeff felt the lack of privacy for conversation-especially when he didn't know what he was going to say. But he had to have it out with her.
"Get me a drink, honey." She'd have a little more courage with some gin in her veins.
He brought the bottle, a bowl of ice, a carton of mix. The drink he fixed her was mostly gin, and he had the same for himself. If Gloria was nervous, he was, too. But they had to talk about it, didn't they?
Sitting in the only chair, he looked at her. "Okay now. Start talking."
She thought of taking her clothes off and trying to seduce him, but she doubted if it would work. After all the sex they'd had together and his short but furious screw with the young girl, she figured he could resist temptation all too easily. So she took a big gulp of her drink and said, "I don't know where to begin."
"Begin at the beginning. In other words, when you first started your affair with the boys. What in the world were you thinking about, Gloria?"
"God only knows. It just happened the first time about a week ago. And to tell the truth, I wasn't thinking about anything. It just ... happened." She shrugged slightly, her eyes not daring to meet his.
"And you weren't going to tell me about it? Just marry me and ... what? Play games on the side?"
She glared at him defensively. "Who said I was going to marry you? You asked me, but I never said."
Thinking back, he realized it was the truth. He'd just taken it for granted she wanted to. The thought of her independence scared him. After all, she'd been supporting herself and Joe, with only small financial help from Larry, for some years. Her social life went on without him, and her sex life obviously was not dependent on him, either.
Everything, in fact, was totally different than he'd assumed.
He stared at her, seeing all over again how beautiful she was, how desirable and womanly. Was he going to have to share her with the boys in order to have her at all?
"Tell me, were you terribly shocked? When you found out about me and the kids, I mean?"
"Yes ... but I'd have been more shocked in different circumstances," he answered truthfully.
"Because of Linda?"
"Yes. I never meant to do that! Whatever you think, honey, I've been reasonably faithful to you. I just didn't want to tell you so and have you be ... possessive. But there was something about that little girl I couldn't resist."
"Was she a virgin?"
He laughed. "Technically, yes. And hating it! Are you ready for this? Her own father's been playing around, giving her head, teaching her to give him a blow-job. But he said she was too young to fuck. He refused to fuck her for another year, and she was furious!"
"I guess it's not as unusual as we think," she answered thoughtfully. "Will she tell her dad what happened?"
"She said not. She's afraid he'll cut her off, for one thing. And she wants to have more sex. She has it all figured out, believe it or not! She says you and she can share the little boys during the week, then on weekends I'll be here."
"Well, I like that!" Gloria was amused but indignant. "You mean she wants to share you, too, on weekends?"
He nodded. "What's fair is fair, honey! But I do think you should start her on some birth control pills."
Now it was Gloria who didn't know what to say. Jeff's anger had fizzled out like a wet firecracker, but her own jealousy was giving her some trouble. She took a big gulp of gin, and told herself she was lucky, really. She couldn't have all the pricks in the world to herself!
"I guess we'll have to wait and see how it works out," she said doubtfully.
Both of them stared into space, trying to visualize a new life filled with unrestrained sexuality, with both of them being able to have all the young heat and sexuality they wanted. Gloria began to think it was a pretty good idea, after all.
She looked at Jeff's rugged features and smiled. She didn't blame Linda for wanting to latch on to a good thing. "You'll be putting in some hard workdays waiting for the weekend," she said mischievously.
"I know. And there's no reason I can't take my vacation right now. I think I'll phone in Monday morning and tell them I'll be back in two weeks."
"Hey, that's great! I could use a bit more adult authority with these crazy kids!"
For a wonder, they undressed and fell into bed with no more than a goodnight kiss. It was the first time this'd happened, but they were both so exhausted and sated, cuddling warmly was all the contact they wanted.
Gloria slept heavily and late, waking to the smell of bacon drifting through the small trailer. Her first impulse was to leap up and take charge, but second thoughts sent her burrowing back under the covers. She couldn't do everything after all; if Jeff or the boys wanted to cook, let 'em! She was surprised, a few minutes later, to have breakfast brought on a tray-by Linda!
"Hey, Gloria," the girl said. "Hope it's fixed the way you like it."
The rosy-cheeked girl was bursting with some kind of news, or maybe it was simply excitement over the bizarre events of the previous night. She perched on the chair and watched while the older woman ate hungrily.
Finally, sympathetically, Gloria said, "Spit it out! You're obviously dying to talk."
"Yes, well ... Gloria, I have a favor to ask. Please don't say no! Promise me you won't say no!"
"Tell me first."
As she sipped her coffee, she listened to the girl's excited voice. It seemed her parents were called back to the city for business reasons, and Linda didn't want to go along. "I told them I'd met you and Jeff ... I said he was your husband, okay? And you were nice respectable people." Linda giggled. "You really are, aren't you? I mean most of the time! Anyhow, I begged and begged, and they said I could stay here by myself if you'd keep an eye on me. So will you, Gloria? Think of the fun we'll have! Please say yes!"
She should have been glad the girl was leaving, but somehow she wasn't. The truth was, she knew she couldn't handle the two boys and Jeff all by herself! Besides, would Jeff really be taking his vacation now but for Linda?
"I guess so, Linda. But we'll have to be careful, you know. This trailer is isolated more or less, but there're a lot of people around us. You and the boys are going to have to be very, very careful."
"Oh we will, we will!" The girl ran to the bed and impulsively kissed her on the mouth. "You're so absolutely marvelous, Gloria, for an older woman! I mean you're just super!"
Showered and dressed, Linda strolled into the living room. The boys and Linda were swimming, Jeff told her, looking up from the morning paper. It was all very cozy and domestic. He suggested they go for a swim, too, and she agreed.
Waist deep in the lake, Gloria stood looking at the horizon trying to reconcile what was happening with life as she'd always known it up to then. Suddenly she jumped, splashing wildly. Some small fingers had nipped one asscheek, and a second later this was repeated on the other side. A boyish hand slid between her legs, cupping her groin and forcing her legs apart. The boys came up whooping and shouting, and both of them managed to touch and squeeze her tits in the middle of their horseplay. She found herself laughing and trembling, suddenly aroused. She looked around for Jeff. The humid glance he gave her told her he was thinking the same thing.
Trying not to hurry too obviously, the group headed for the trailer. Once behind the trees, Linda daringly grabbed at the front of Joe's swim trunks.
"You still want to fuck me?" she teased.
By way of answer, the boy grabbed her buttocks with both stubby hands and propelled her toward the screened door. Pushing her ahead of him, both of them dripping water, they went side by side into the living room.
The naive but experienced little girl plastered her wet body against his boyish frame. Gloria and Jeff, coming in on their heels, looked at each other and smiled. The kids were beautiful together, a pleasure to watch. Gloria rubbed herself briskly with the towel, her eyes aglow with pleasure.
"Let's just watch awhile," she suggested, and he agreed.
Stripping off her wet suit, Gloria perched on the plastic-covered sofa. Jeff sat next to her, one arm around her shoulder, his hand toying with her tits. Tommy came in last and sized up the situation.
As Joe and Linda writhed on the floor in wet embrace, Tommy pulled down the girl's brief swim bikini. His cock was out in a minute and shoved between her tiny round asscheeks.
CHAPTER TEN
Jeff watched with hot eyes while the three youngsters held each other on the floor. Gloria at least had some background for this; she'd been involved with the pre-teen boys for days on end. As for him, last evening was the first time he'd thought seriously of either group sex or sexual connection with youngsters. Oh, the thought has passed through his mind; he admitted that. More than once he'd let his eyes linger on some nubile girl swinging a saucy bottom as she walked down the street. But he'd quickly repressed the stab of lust, knowing society frowned on it.
As for such open and unashamed sensuality as the children were indulging in, heedless of their audience, he could only admire it. Nobody living in the United States today could be unaware of group sex. Magazine articles, even news on television and movies, had more or less forced it into the attention of everybody. He'd heard of the Sexual Freedom League on the West Coast and read about wife-swapping parties there and in the East. At times he'd suspected some of his married friends. As a bachelor, he knew he wasn't welcome at those parties, and besides, he didn't know it for sure.
Now here he was faced with it and-he had to admit-loving every minute of it. He still had some slight reservations about Gloria. Already he was thinking of her as his wife, and he wasn't sure how he could handle seeing her being fucked by one of these young boys. He'd have to wait and see, he told himself. He'd have to try and keep his cool. If it didn't work, if he lost his temper and blew it-well, he didn't want to think about it. Because he suspected strongly there was no way of changing her now.
Gloria had no such reservations. Having once accepted Linda wholeheartedly, she gave herself up to lewd enjoyment. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her son's hard cock probing at the little girl's almost hairless pussy. As expertly as if he'd practiced for years, he also was kissing and sucking the small hard knobs of her tits.
Meantime, Tommy had the tip of his cock inserted in the cleft between her asscheeks, and was probing hard at the tiny brown hole. Gloria just didn't think the girl was ready for such a double fucking, but wanted to see how she'd handle it. The truth was, Linda was so busy spreading her legs and making it easy for Joe, that she was unaware of what was going on behind her back. But the result was to frustrate all three of them.
"Jeff! Let's show them how!" Her eyes alight, Gloria tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but got up readily enough and pulled off the trunks. Watching Linda wriggle obscenely on the floor turned him on anyway. His erection popped out hard and firm. Linda caressed it with her eyes, even in the middle of her preoccupation with Joe's smaller prick.
Gloria tugged and pulled at Jeff until she had him on his back on the floor. She had something definite in mind. She'd read his doubts and fears, and she wanted to ease him into the group activity before he knew what was happening. So she knelt and ran her tongue around the circumference of his huge root, lapping hungrily at the flesh that was like velvet over steel. Her hot agile tongue slid up and down, and probed at the tiny eye, tasting his semen. She was, she decided, wholly in love with her man's cock! The boys could certainly turn her on, and she loved to fuck them, but there was something very special about Jeff's enormous cock.
Hair falling over her face, her pink-and-white body swaying with emotion, she took the tip of his quivering penis into her mouth and sucked avidly. She was on her hands and knees, with her plump ass obscenely and invitingly turned toward the children. Looking over her shoulders, she beckoned Tommy with her eyes. The boy caught her message and left his unsuccessful attempt to penetrate Linda's asshole, promising himself to return to it later.
Turning her attention back to her boyfriend, Gloria forced her head down farther, taking most of the fat dick into her throat. She had to stop and swallow for a moment, to prove she still could. The hot flesh threatened to break through the back of her throat! But she loved it, it tasted and felt so good. Her own pussy was burning and itchy, needing and wanting the contact of hard male flesh. But that could wait, she told herself. That certainly could wait! That is, if Tommy got her message correctly.
A moment later, she knew that he had. Hard little fingers pried at her swaying buttocks, pulling them apart so the cooler air drifted across her rosy-brown bunghole. She felt the pressure on it seconds later, and knew it was the dear boy's darling little prick. She renewed her assault on Jeff's cock, bobbing her head up and down, fucking his slippery tool with her greedy lips.
Tommy crawled halfway up her back, his tight bottom shoving hard as he clung there monkey-like. The tip penetrated ever so little as he struggled manfully as it forced its way into the unready hole. In some ways this was his favorite of all the sex acts he'd tried so far. The narrow passage fit so snugly around his erection! It seemed as if her rear entrance was designed for little boys.
Gloria felt the penetration with a deep sigh of relief. It seemed as if her vagina were somehow involved too, or at least it occupied her sensations so completely that she didn't miss the other. She kept up her frantic mouth-fucking, her hair swaying back and forth over Jeff's slowly spasming balls.
Jeff lay sprawled on the rug, his mind filled with amazement. Until he saw it for himself, he never could have believed how beautifully abandoned Gloria could be. Visions of the years ahead danced in his mind as his tumescent cock leaped beneath her mouth and tongue, and his hips drove him upward again and again in a slow grind. He was vaguely aware when Tommy came up behind her, but he didn't take it all in for a moment. When he did, he felt an instant of shock. Then a red mist of anger came over his eyes. The brat was buttfucking her! Seconds later the mist cleared, as he realized that Gloria was even more frantically lascivious in her assault on his rod. Why, it's good for her! he thought. She can take that and more, and give it out as good as she takes!
Joe had finally gotten his cock into Linda's tiny vagina, and the two rolled on the floor in mindless pubescent ecstasy. When they finally opened their eyes, hornily fucking all the while, they were electrified by the sight that met their eyes.
"Oh wowwww!" Joe breathed in awe. "Look at Mom! Look at the size of Jeff's dong!"
"I had it in my twat last night," the little girl said proudly.
"But look! She's practically swallowing it ... and Tommy's got his up her ass. I don't believe it!"
Linda was impressed, too. Her mother and father never let her watch, and while she certainly knew all about Daddy's dick, scenes like this were new to her.
She licked her lips and said, "They're all so happy! Golly, Joe, why can't we get in on it?"
"Sure, but where?"
They studied the situation and came to several exciting conclusions. There was room for them if they made room, and if they could bear to give up the excitement they were finding with each other. It took a lot of resolution, but Joe finally pulled his cock slowly out from between her legs. It came out dripping, its rosy head practically swimming in her profuse juices, which made a rude sound as he pulled away. Linda instantly felt naked, as if somebody had stripped off all her clothes in the center of the city. And she felt lonely, as if her last friend had left her. She scurried over to fill the void.
Jeff's eyes widened as he saw the sweet girlish frame climbing over his head. What was the child up to? Then he smiled in satisfaction. Putting a knee on each side of his face, she lowered her small body. Her wet suctioning cunt descended, to cover his mouth warmly. He lost no time in licking up the odorous juices from the insides of her thighs, and lapping his way to the little rosebud of her pussy. It tasted just as good as he expected! He sucked on the miniature clit, feeling it firm up against his lips. Then he inserted the hard hot probe of his tongue, up the tiny vagina, slurping her juices, swirling wetly inside the tight nest. She was so small, he swore he could reach her cervix with his tongue! She jumped just as he thought it, and he knew he was right.
It wasn't so easy for Joe to reach his goal, and if Tom hadn't been perched like a monkey on his mom's back, he wouldn't have been able to do it at all. But going on his back, he somehow slid his legs under Gloria's bobbing fanny, and up over Jeff's thighs. The proximity of all those loving bodies made him feel warm and safe. His fat dick was bobbing around in the middle and he didn't know how he was going to get it where he wanted it to go. He tried a couple of times with no luck.
By then Gloria had figured out what her boy had in mind. She was delighted seeing Linda getting eaten by Jeff, and even happier to include her son in the fun. Her hand groped between her legs until she found the smaller penis, flopping with no place to go, but hard as a man's could get. Hunching backward, she fitted it neatly into the steamy cavity of her cunt. Then she was totally fulfilled, beside herself with lewd pleasure.
Giving Jeff a blow-job ... while her dear son Joe fucked her needy pussy! If that wasn't fulfillment, she didn't know what more a woman could want!
She leaped up and down with renewed vigor, rubbing her erect clit against her son's pounding cock. Her mouth sucked avariciously at Jeff's huge instrument that threatened to explode any minute. And Tom's rapid hard fucking of her backside sent electric chills through her frantically moving body.
She knew she was going to cum any minute, and knew it would be one of those endless orgasms that went on and on and on. She'd made a mental note to ask Jeff, with his wider experience, what was happening to her, but the opportunity had never presented itself. They'd been much too busy doing it to talk about it! Now she wondered how her three men would react. Whatever, there was no way she could stop it! It began deep in her belly, and seemed twice as strong when she was being ass-fucked like now. All the different sensual feelings seemed blended into one overpowering explosion which shook her so hard it rattled her teeth. She felt Tom begin to cum too, her asshole was filled with his hot jism, before her shaking body sent him sprawling on the floor.
Jeff recognized the multiple orgasm by her harsh breathing and the little whimpers which forced their way out of her crowded throat. The thought of it excited him so much, he shot off, too. He couldn't watch her madly swallowing throat because of the busy cunt popping up and down on his face, but he visualized it in his mind. With all that was going on with Gloria, she was still avidly swallowing his cum, licking his cock, swiping her hot wet tongue over his balls!
"Awwwwww," Linda squealed, her cunt quaking in a rapid spasm. "Jeff, I'm cumming in your mouth! I'm cummmmminnnggg!"
Almost squashed under his mother's weight, Joe was the last to cum. He felt the rapid vibration of her thighs on his hips, and his smooth balls shot out their load in fast spurts.
It took a while to disentangle their sweaty bodies, particularly as all five were almost too beat to move. But eventually they lay sprawled on the sofa and the floor.
Linda sat next to Joe and held his limp sticky cock in her hand, just because she liked the feel of it. She thought she'd never been so happy in her life. She wondered and waited so long to find out about fucking, and now she knew: it was the very most!
Suddenly an idea occurred to the lively little girl. Her parents should have left by this time, her own trailer was deserted. Not that she wanted to leave this loving group, not by any means! But it meant she could go find something she'd hidden.
"Have any of you nice people ever smoked pot?" she asked brightly. "I mean, are you hip?"
They stared at her blankly for a moment, then Jeff scowled.
"Linda! We don't want any of that around here, it's illegal."
"So's this," she answered. "Listen, Jeff, don't knock it till you've tried it, please!" She let go of Joe's cock and perched on the older man's knee, dropping little butterfly kisses all over his face. "Don't be a mean ol' cross grownup, just give it a try," she crooned. "Come on, Jeff, be a sport!"
He looked at Gloria. "It's up to you, honey."
She wasn't worried, and the idea appealed to her curiosity. "If you've got some, trot it out. We'll try it one time, okay?"
The girl climbed into her damp bikini and scurried away. She returned in a few minutes with a fat leather pouch. Inside it, wrapped in aluminum foil, were six rather crumpled hand-rolled cigarettes. The grownups looked at them with interest, especially after the boys admitted they'd already smoked once at school.
"It won't hurt you, Mom," Joe said with young sophistication.
Linda lit one and passed it around, explaining rather self-importantly that they should hold the smoke in their lungs as long as possible. They smoked three altogether, the youngsters acting as cool as old pros.
"It didn't do a thing to me," Gloria said. A minute later she began to giggle, because the five of them struck her as being altogether ludicrous. The five nude bodies-Linda having quickly discarded her bikini-were sprawled in various positions around the room. Tommy had fallen asleep in a chair and was snoring loudly. Linda once again held Joe's cock, as if she were afraid to let go. Gloria herself lay against Jeff's bare shoulder, in a totally abandoned lewd position.
"If my ex-husband could only see me now!"
"If the other salesmen knew I was having this much fun, I'd never get another vacation," chuckled Jeff.
Smoking marijuana seemed even more daring to the adults than their sex games with the kids, but the youngsters took it in stride. Gloria suspected that Joe might have done more than "try it once," but she didn't see what she could say about it now. She wondered hazily if she were losing all authority over the boy, and decided not. He was a good son, he always had been and nothing would change that. She wondered too if her stuffy brother and his wife would notice a change in Tommy. No doubt they would, but they'd never guess the reason! She looked forward to having the boy over weekends this winter, fortunately the two cousins had always been close friends, so it would be nothing new.
She sighed deeply and let her eyelids flutter closed. Who could ask more of a summer vacation than this?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I'll always love this place," Gloria said.
They were dragging the rowboat up the sandy shore of the island while the boys waded through the water unloading. A picnic on the island appealed to all of them. They had more room than in the trailer, more freedom. For some reason nobody else ever came here, and they had their fingers crossed that it would stay that way.
Under Jeff's steadying influence, all agreed to keep on swim suits and refrain from fucking within sight of the shore line. Linda told them about the little glade where she and Jeff had screwed the night they met, and the kids began calling it the "fucking place."
"Wait'll you feel that soft moss," Jeff said, rolling his eyes in a comical manner. They all laughed and looked forward to it.
"C'mon, let's take the baskets right to the fucking place," Joe said. "Then we can take our clothes off before we eat."
Gloria was agreeable. Quite apart from the joys of sex, she'd discovered she liked nudism very much. It felt so free, so comfortable. Secretly she studied herself in the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door. While she'd never again have the firm, almost sexless contours of young Linda, she thought her body looked good for a grown woman and a mother. Thus relieved about her appearance in the eyes of her three "men," she dropped her clothes whenever and wherever possible.
The little opening in the woods was as pretty as promised. The pine trees encircling it were small and stunted, but tall enough to protect them from view. This early in the summer some wild flowers still bloomed around the edges. And the mossy floor was springy and cool.
Gloria stretched luxuriously after dropping her blouse, bra, underpants and shorts. She kicked off her sandals and felt the resilient moss under her toes.
"This is the way to live," she said, looking at the other well built bodies emerging from their clothes. "Who wants to eat?"
They all did, and she began to unpack the basket, kneeling on the edge of the checked tablecloth the children spread for her. Linda was in the other basket, pulling things out.
"OH!" Gloria screamed and jiggled as something cool and creamy touched her backside and spread between the jiggling cheeks of her ass. "WHAT'S THAT?"
The kids were laughing so hard they rolled on the ground. Looking over her shoulder, she discovered the mischievous Tommy with a can of instant whipped cream in his hand!
"You bad boy," she mock-scolded. "Now you clean that up for me. Lick up every drop!"
Tom was more than willing. Crouching behind her, his fast hot tongue slid over her smooth flesh, piling the creamy whip into his greedy mouth. It felt so good, both he and Gloria decided she needed another shot.
While this was going on, Linda didn't want to be left out. She rooted around in the basket for something to smear on herself, and came up, giggling, with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Smearing the mixed spread on her small tits and in the cleft of her pussy, she spread herself on the ground invitingly. "How about it, Jeff? Want peanut butter for lunch?"
Like Gloria, she discovered an extra thrill in the rough hot tongue which swept over her little tits and then moved downward, insinuating itself between her slim thighs. "Wooooooo! If that isn't something else!"
A kind of mania swept over the whole party. The contents of the baskets were spilled roughly out while they searched for food items which would fit their new game. Linda skimmed the sour cream off the cucumbers and spread it on Jeff's cock. As his cock swelled and grew hard under her soft knowing touch, she smeared on more and more. He said it felt strange, cold but not enough to ruin his hard-on.
"It better not!" the little girl said. Sitting on bent knees, she took his heavy throbbing meat in her delicate fingers. One swipe of her tongue cleared a path almost to the base of his belly, and another circled leaving an area of clean skin just below the fat purple head of his rigid prick.
"I just love sour cream," she said contentedly, licking away as if she held a delicious ice cream cone. While he stood with legs wide apart, she cupped his balls with one hand and traced little circles on his inner thighs with the other. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the thick whiteness, delicately exploring the tiny eye, swirling loosely underneath. When his throbbing rigid meat was almost clean, she looked up at him with merry eyes.
"Know what I want for dessert?" Before he could answer, she did. "A nice hot drink of jism, that's what."
The man stood transfixed while the small red tongue licked and lapped and swirled. He was totally fascinated by her small hands which could barely encircle his heavy cock, by her piquant face and the long blonde hair which swung around it, and most of all by the perfect little mouth which held his cock. He was afraid to shove too hard-she was so young and tiny! But he achingly wanted her to do what she did, which was to suck his cock deep into her throat. Her mouth was crammed so full, her fine features distorted by her swollen cheeks, it didn't seem possible!
Carefully, tentatively, he rocked back and forth, not wanting to rip or injure her fragile throat. But Linda seemingly had no such fears! She sucked it in almost to the root, and he could see her rosy cheeks hollow and swell as she sucked.
Enraptured as he was, he had a glance to spare for the others. Hands on hips, still fucking gently into her throat, he laughed at the sight of Gloria, soon to be his bride. She lay sprawled on the moss, her heavy boobs quivering as the boys shot the last of the instant whipped cream around them. Her long reddish hair gleaming in the sunshine, her laugh soaring up to the trees, she was a sight indeed. Her whole pubic area was covered with the foamy white cream, and a candied chocolate-covered cherry stood impudently on top! Joe was just that moment bending over her, hands behind his back, his open mouth aiming for the fruit. With a swift movement of his tongue he scooped it up and chewed.
Then the boy leaned over his mother, his tongue stroking through the white sweetness, lapping it up, swallowing as fast as he could take it in. The roughness of his tongue excited Gloria almost unbearably. She wriggled and writhed, trying to hold still while the boys cleaned her with their hungry mouths.
Tommy began at the base of one plump white orb, licking his way around and around, saving the blob of cream on the tit for last. When he finally had one breast clean and shining, he plunged his face right into the other one, smearing himself as weft as his aunt.
The boy rubbed his cheek against his aunt's, spreading the thick goo even more. Then they licked each other's faces carefully swallowing the sweet cream as they worked.
Meantime, Joe had licked the saturated bush almost clean. His tongue reached and curled inside her puffy pink pussylips, stroking her clit, probing deeper. The taste of her sex-syrups mixed excitingly with the vanilla sweetness of the cream.
She wriggled ecstatically, her face assuming the puffy stare he always associated with her being turned on. The daring boy slid a hand beneath her and came up in the deep crease of her ass. His finger shoved against her asshole and then slipped in, where he waggled it, gleefully watching the rapt expression on her face.
Jeff had no more time for voyeurism as his own affairs were demanding his urgent attention. The stirring in his balls told him he hadn't long to go! The little girl, her hands now grasping his ankles for balance, working busily, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and swallowed. He loved the obscene way his gigantic prick disappeared between her rosy stretched lips! He wondered if she'd turn her face away from his cum.
He found out a minute later. His buttocks jerked and the hot milky-white fluid shot out so rapidly, it was instantly splattered around her curved lips and dripped down her chin. But the girl bravely tried to swallow it all! Her throat working convulsively, she swallowed and swallowed, sucking hard on the tip of his jerking cock.
Jeff straightened up again and pulled the slight frame into the circle of his arms. He kissed her hotly, tasting his jism on her mouth. Drained and sated but exuberant, he swung the little girl up and cradled her in his arms.
"You are the greatest little cocksucker in the world," he declared, smacking her again on the lips.
Linda's cup was full and running over. She'd not only given a good blow-job to the man-having copied Gloria's style-but she'd swallowed his cum! At least, all of it she could get down. And it was so wonderful here in the sunshine, with all the people she loved, who loved her! Tears started in her big eyes, tears of sheer happiness.
The two sank together on the mossy ground and watched Gloria going through one of those long-lasting orgasms she'd recently discovered.
Her head thrown back, mouth pulled tight across her teeth, her hands pulling up little bunches of vegetation, she moaned and mewled while the spasms ran through her. "Arrrrgghh," she whimpered. "OoooooOOOOOHHHH!"
Joe leaned back and watched his mother, a happy smile on his cream-smeared face. He'd done it to her again! And all with his hands and lips and hot moving tongue! Tommy was gratified too, knowing his expert tonguing of her breasts and tits had contributed to this woman he loved so much. Both their young cocks were hard and throbbing, but they could wait. They hadn't the least doubt in the world that either Gloria or Linda would take care of them.
Joe said, "I'm probably the only guy in my class who isn't spending the summer jerking off! Golly, the real thing is so much better. Why aren't all parents like you two!"
Sure enough, after Gloria recovered, she and Linda had a blow-job contest! It really wasn't fair, Linda complained, because the older woman had a much bigger mouth and longer tongue! Still they each crouched between the loins of a little boy and rolled their tongues lovingly over the hot aching pricks, before sucking them in voraciously. It was almost more than Jeff could bear, to watch and not take part! But he held himself back, knowing he had years and years ahead.
After the suck-off contest, Linda produced the rest of the pot. Joe said he'd met a kid who could get them some more any time they wanted. "Why not?" Gloria said, and Jeff agreed. It was more than pleasant to rest their sated bodies in the shade and pass the joint from hand to hand. The communal spirit of pot smoking appealed to the adults as much as the effect. It seemed to fit right in with their communal sharing, and was one more bond between them.
Dreamily, his head floating, Jeff announced that he and Gloria were getting married. "Very soon now. Right, honey?" When she nodded, he went on to tell them how it would be.
"I still have to travel, you know, though I hope in a couple years it'll change. But I'll tell you what. If Joe is the only kid in his class not jerking off this summer, than I'm going to be the only traveling salesman with a pretty wife, who isn't worried about leaving her home alone. Right!"
"Right! Right!" the kids chorused.
"We'll take care of her, Jeff," Joe said.
"Yeah," his cousin added. "I'm getting a new bike this fall, too, and I can ride over after school."
Linda pouted. "What about me?"
"You don't live so far away," Gloria said thoughtfully. "You can come for weekends sometimes. Besides, you'll get all the action you can handle this fall."
"I know what! I'll seduce my dad. I'm sure I can do it now!"
They all laughed but applauded her determination.
"I'll go up to him like this...." the little girl sat on Jeff's naked lap. "And I'll put my arms around him and say, 'Daddy ... wanna fuck?!" She insinuated her slender kiss on his mouth. Her petite tits rubbed against his hairy chest, making her shiver with goose bumps. Her hands gently stroked the back of his neck, while her little behind squirmed invitingly against his flaccid cock.
Jeff thought he was burned out for the day, but a growing bulge in his groin told him otherwise. He couldn't help but squeeze the child and return her kisses and probe her parted rosy lips with his tongue. He could feel his cock swelling and growing rigid, pulsing with blood, excited by the touch of her bare buttocks.
"When am I ever gonna get to eat my lunch?" he growled.
"Soon ... soon as you fuck me!"
Gloria looked at her son Joe. "Maybe a quickie before lunch?" She couldn't sit there and watch Jeff make love to Linda without feeling the heat in her belly and the craving in her arms and legs. She tingled all over as she held out her arms to the boy.
"Let's make our own sandwich," Tommy suggested. "You in the middle, Auntie! Come on, Joe, you want the cunt or the ass?"
In a very few minutes, the glade was filled with murmurs and sighs and groans as the five bare bodies writhed in total enjoyment.
CHAPTER TWELVE
We don't want a lot of fuss, Gloria told her friends and the people in the restaurant where she worked. We're going to be married quietly by a Justice of the Peace and just go home. Jeff said the same thing to his own friends and employer.
The truth was, they had their own kind of wedding reception planned, and outsiders would spoil it.
Gloria wore a long pink dress, the color glowing next to her auburn hair, and she carried a bouquet of pink roses. Jeff thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. As they came out of the Justice's office, he patted her on the fanny and whispered, "Wait'I'll get you home!"
The wedding reception consisted of the bride and groom, the bride's son, her nephew, and a demure young lady of fourteen. The youngsters were waiting in the living room of the house Jeff had bought, along with an enormous cake and champagne punch. The kids couldn't resist tasting the punch while they waited, with the result that they were slightly tipsy when the adults walked in.
"Oooooh, Gloria, you look so beautiful! I can hardly wait till I'm grownup," Linda said.
They cut the cake and sampled the punch, reveling in the privacy and the size of the living room. "This is something like it," Jeff said with satisfaction. "If we could have a good time with all of us cramped in that trailer, think of the fun we'll have here."
"Yeah! But I want to try our bed first. Anybody want to come along?"
They all piled into the bedroom to see Jeff's pride, a huge king-sized water bed on a carved wooden frame. The little boys lit joints of pot and passed them around while everyone undressed. Gloria stepped out of her lovely dress and put it carefully on a hanger. It was so luxurious not to have to scramble and hide and rush! The boys and Linda were already naked and rolling on the bed, exploring the sensations of its resiliency and yieldingness. She and Jeff stood naked, arm and arm, watching for a few minutes.
"There's our family," he said, and she nodded. Really, who could want more?
Linda had news and was so full of it, she had to tell or burst. As the five of them lay on the bed, she told with animation and graphic detail about her latest assault on her father's honor.
"... just playing around as usual, me licking his cock, him sucking me. We were sitting on my bed. Well, I put my arms around his neck like this-" She grabbed Tommy to demonstrate. "And kissed him hard, French-kissed him. Then I slid my pussy into place and pushed forward ... he was a good inch inside me and loving it before he knew what was happening!" All the time, she was demonstrating, sitting on Tommy's lap while she insinuated her cunt onto the boy's rigid fat prick.
"Then what happened?"
"Oh, he pulled away and left the room. But he had such a funny look on his face! And he stopped in the doorway-get this, this is good! And he told me I was really growing up, wasn't I? He said maybe we should stop messing around ... it was getting harder and harder to restrain himself. And he said, I didn't want to get pregnant, did I?"
"But you're taking the Pill!"
"Yeah, but he doesn't know it! And before I could think what to say, how to tell him, he slammed the door shut!"
"You'll find a way to tell him," Gloria said encouragingly. She knew the girl's greatest ambition was to get her father to fuck her. "Don't worry, honey, you'll make it soon."
"Meanwhile ... back in the ranch house...." Jeff squeezed his bride in his arms. "And speaking of fucking...."
It was a solemn moment. The three kids got off the bed and watched as he lifted her gently onto the rolling swells of the bed. His wide shoulders and strong body made her look even more curvaceous and feminine. Her red hair flying, her humid flesh pink and white, she was just like her name: glorious. Jeff kissed her lovingly, lingeringly, his tongue slowly circling around inside the wet warm cavity of her mouth. His proud cock stood out like a flagpole, smoothly white merging into dark rose at the head. Pulling her round thighs apart, he laid the heavy organ against her pink shiny pussylips. His hips moved quickly and he was inside, bearing down, feeling the warmth and slickness of her cunt close around his sensitive hard prick. It was the same as always, but even better, because now she was his wife.
Gloria's eyes were open wide, fixed on his face, and her expression lit by a happy smile. She didn't want to miss one second of the momentous occasion. "Our first legal fuck," she chuckled.
He fucked her fast and hard, till they both came and were sprawled panting on the enormous bed.
"How's that for openers," Jeff gasped.
The kids laughed. They felt free to join the couple now and did, boyish hands patting and petting Gloria, Linda's rosebud of a mouth creeping over Jeff's chin and throat and ears. They decided to recreate their first orgiastic occasion, involving all of them, and crawled around on the swaying surface arranging themselves. "Let's see," Linda said. "You blow Jeff, Gloria, while he eats me. Joe fucks you in the cunt, and Tommy fucks you in the ass. Is that right, everybody?"
The limber active naked bodies grouped themselves on the bed, all hands and mouths and wriggling torsos, and rigid plump cocks, and avid wet pussies. The water bed swayed and rippled under them, adding to the fun. "Best wedding I ever heard of," Gloria murmured before clamping her greedy sucking mouth on her new husband's cock.
And so they were married, and, as Gloria said, if they didn't live happily ever after, it'd be their own damn fault!.
