Ramona Becker lives at a place much like Dunkin's Landing. When she tells you of the sweet little boys, and the joys of caressing and tutoring same, you can take our word for it that whatever she says, she knows to be very much like the way it is.
Little wonder that, for her first book for Surrey House, Inc., Mrs. Becker turned to what she knows best for inspiration ... to horny little boys just burgeoning with sex and enough depraved thoughts to last any child-lover most of the summer.
Dunkin's Landing is a summer camp for little boys, and Martha Dunkin is the lucky lady with all the lads. She has a husband, of course, but they haven't gotten together in the sack for quite some time; he's usually too busy chasing one of his foxy customers from his part-time real estate business.
But that's all right by Martha, it just leaves her that much more time for the little darlings' danglers ... and she gropes one after the other until she selects the right one for the moment ... then it's off and running to her cabin and her much-used, sex-scented bed.
Follow along with Martha and her irresistible compulsion to fondle little boy flesh. Decide for yourself if it's just a common occurrence or a driving force that Martha has to bring under control before real disaster falls upon her ... or her many little lovers.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Martha Dunkin fingered her cunt as she finished making the bunk beds in the dormitory. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Everything was finished and ready for the forthcoming summer campers at Dunkin's Landing, which accommodated twenty to thirty boys ranging in age from nine to fifteen.
Martha and her husband George had bought the camp over two years earlier and, along with George's part-time work in real estate, things were prospering. Martha sighed to herself. Over the past year, she had become bored with the same routine every summer. Especially this summer. She no longer looked forward to the smiling, laughing children who poured down on them the first week of every July. It had steadily become worse as the months fled by. Martha and George Dunkin, both in their late forties, had reached a point of sheer boredom with each other. As the trite old saying goes, "The thrill has gone."
Lately, Martha had been experiencing a terrific sexual need, something that had vanished out of her life over five years ago. Out of the blue, she was finding herself dreaming about innocent young boys with hard cocks that would plunge into the fiery cunt cavern between her legs. It's ridiculous, she thought. I'm acting like an immature school girl. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but I am. Each day it's getting worse. I just can't keep my mind off young boys. Even now, sitting on the edge of the bunk bed, her cunt juices were beginning to flow and a fiery itch was spreading throughout her loins. I've just got to have a big hot prick in my pussy, she thought.
Martha's hand flew to her burning face. Imagine! At my age, thinking those dirty thoughts and saying those utterly filthy, exciting words. But it was true. Martha did need cock. Any cock, at this point. Even George's, but Martha knew only too well that George was beyond dreaming of her hot pussy, or anyone else's for that matter. She doubted if he could even get aroused.
Martha leaned back against the pillow and closed her eyes. Visions of young boys flitted across her mind. All naked, with stiff, standing pricks that were beckoning for her to come fondle them.
"Oh," moaned Martha, as the exciting visions began to arouse her frustrated pussy. She reached under her dress and began to rub her frothing cunt. "Urn," she moaned. "It feels so good." Martha visualized Carl standing before her. A handsome, dark-haired youth of about fifteen, who had been at their camp the summer before. Naked, golden, and lovingly stroking the stiff piece of boyfuck meat protruding from the front of his body.
"Martha," he cooed. "How does this big cock of mine look to you? Wouldn't you like me to stick it between your legs and bury it to the hilt in your hot cunt?"
"Oh, yes," Martha visualized herself saying to the handsome dark-haired youth. "Yes, hurry, put it in my pussy, now!"
Martha slipped her hand beneath her plain cotton panties and inserted her middle finger deep into the burning slot between her legs. The handsome youth had penetrated her hot palpitating cunt and was driving his prick in faster and faster.
"Oh, oh," she cried, her moans of pleasure echoing in the deserted dormitory. "Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me. Make me cum all over your big hot prick!"
Martha's finger whipped faster and faster. She could fell the sweet thrill of yesteryear approaching. Oh, God, it had been so long since she had reached a fiery climax, and she was well on her way. Her imaginary boy lover pistoning his youthful joy stick deep in her aging cunt.
Martha began to squeeze and pinch the nipple on her large breast. She could feel it stiffen and burn under her touch. The handsome youth pounded his prick faster and faster into Martha's cunt and she responded to his fiery passion.
"Martha, Martha," he moaned. "I'm going to cum now. My prick's going to shoot hot loads of sticky cum right into your dripping snatch."
"Oh, yes, yes, darling," moaned Martha. She could feel her own burning passion getting ready to explode deep, deep inside her.
"Uh, yes, I'm cumming, too," she cried. "Oh, oohh, God!" Martha screamed as her boy lover sprayed his hot jism into her climaxing vagina. She could feel it contracting and squeezing the hot lava out of his balls and sucking it deep inside her. Fiery lightning whipped through her pussy, sending Martha into a state of delirium. It was good, so good. She closed her eyes and felt the sweet after-joys of her climax. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes. Back to reality, she thought. No dark-haired little boy with a big dick to gently caress her and tell her how wonderful it had been.
Martha sighed and stifled a sob. She began to think that it would be better if she just told George she was going away.
She could not face the smiling youths that all the summers before had treated her like their mother. She didn't at all feel like anyone's mother. She wanted to be someone's whore, or mistress. Spending endless days and hours making love and seeking the pleasure she so craved.
Martha rose from her imaginary nest of love, smoothed down the covers once more, and walked out of the dormitory toward their small cottage situated a short way down from the dormitory.
Martha glanced at the cool blue lake, the sunlight dancing across it like sparkling diamonds. Dunkin's Landing was a beautiful retreat, but not for screaming children to retreat to for two months while their parents breathed a sigh of relief at seeing them go. This place should be for lovers, or perhaps a nudist colony, where days and nights could be spent making passionate, endless love. Martha sighed. It was silly to think about it being anything other than what it was. She and George were trapped there. Within twenty-four hours, the screaming brats would be arriving, turning Martha's lovely dream of paradise into a haven for spoiled children.
Martha entered the cottage and looked around for her husband. "George," she called. "Where are you, dear?"
George Dunkin, fat, middle aged and graying, swaggered into the living room. "I'm right here, Martha," he said. "What's all the yelling about?"
"Nothing, dear," replied Martha. "I just wanted you to help me get the fishing gear ready. I've finished making up the beds in the dormitory."
"Oh, of course, dear," said George. Always in his polite, mundane tone. It was beginning to drive Martha crazy. For once, she would like to hear him yell, even curse. She wondered if a dirty thought had ever entered his mind. I'd like to hear him say fuck, just once! she thought.
They began to get the fishing gear ready and, several hours later, everything was neatly stacked and waiting in the tool shed.
"There now, dear," mumbled George. "All finished. Now we can relax and watch a little TV. How does that sound?"
Oh, wonderful, thought Martha. Just what I've been dreaming about all day. Why doesn't he tell me that we 're going to spend the rest of the day fucking!
"Oh ... a ... that's fine, dear," she mumbled.
Martha and George spent the evening watching TV until it was time to retire. Martha put down her knitting and switched off the TV set.
"Ready for bed, dear?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Martha," George said in his usual passive manner. He had been hardly watching TV all evening. His thoughts had drifted back to an incident that happened earlier that morning at the real estate agency where he worked part time.
George was seated behind his large mahogany desk, shuffling through the days listings. The front door opened and he looked up to see who was there. His breath caught in his throat. Through the doorway walked a tall, lanky blonde of about twenty. She was wearing a low-cut, ruffled blue dress that hardly covered the enormous tits that were threatening to bounce out of their skimpy confinement. Her skirt was so short George just knew that, if she moved the slightest, he might be able to catch a glimpse of her panties. He felt a bulge growing rapidly between his legs. It would be impossible to stand up and greet the girl, for she would see his protruding hard-on and he didn't want to frighten off a potential client. He smiled and whispered a polite good morning.
"Hi," the blonde said. "I'm Cindy Potter." A flash of even white teeth and dimples made George's hard-on even stiffer. Her low, throaty greeting sent chills through his body. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He felt stupid and dull and did his best to appear rational.
"Won't you sit down?" he mumbled shyly.
"Thank you ... ah, Mr. Dunkin," replied the sexy blonde, glancing at the name plate on the front of George's desk. "My husband's just been transferred here and we want to buy a house. Unfortunately he's in the service and will be on tour for two months. I'll be left alone until he gets back. I saw this agency while driving into town and decided to come in and see if someone could help me."
"Oh, certainly, Mrs. Potter," said George, gleefully. "I'd be more than happy to find you a lovely house. We have several good listings that just came in this morning. Now, if you'll just fill out these papers and tell me exactly what kind of house you're looking for, we can get the ball rolling."
Cindy Potter crossed her legs and, in doing so, her skirt rode up a little higher, revealing her white-pantied crotch to George's excited view. Oh my, he thought. I'd give anything to be able to put my hand right up her dress and squeeze that darling little pussy of hers. What's the matter with you, you old fool? George was fighting a losing battle with himself. The throbbing hard-on between his stubby legs kept his thoughts turned to the exciting young lass seated before him. He knew it was ridiculous to even think such things. After all, he was old enough to be her father.
What must she think of him? Sitting there behind his desk, drooling over her luscious body.
He didn't want to lose her as a client.
Several months before he had decided to leave Martha, to get away and do something about his constantly hard prick. He neededthe commission badly and Dunkin's Landing was getting on her nerves. He just couldn't stand another summer of pampering spoiled brats. He almost had enough money saved up. The commission he made at the agency, plus the money from the camp, would be sufficient for him to take off. Time was wasting and he couldn't take much more of Martha's dull, sexless personality. He forced his mind back to the work at hand and the overly sexy creature who was resting her voluptuous breasts on top of George's desk, filling out some routine papers.
George sighed. If only she were there with him instead of dull old Martha with her flabby tits and big ass. He definitely wouldn't be sitting there all evening watching TV. He'd be doing something about the constant aching in his balls and the stiff erection that was tenting out his bathrobe. He crossed his legs in an attempt to conceal the ludicrous bulge from Martha's view. If she saw it, she would probably laugh in his face and call him a silly old goat. No, he would definitely save his more than amply sized prick for that hot little number he met earlier in the day. After all, she did hint that her husband would be away for a while.
Perhaps he read something in her statement that really wasn't there, but George was determined to find out one way or the other. Somehow, although he wasn't quite sure how, he was going to fuck that sexy little blonde. He would fuck her till she begged for mercy!
"Shall I turn out the light now, dear?" cooed Martha.
"Oh, yes, dear," mumbled George. Yes, turn out the fucking light and let's get the night over with. Tomorrow'll be a bright new day, the day I start making plans to seduce the lovely Mrs. Potter.
George awoke early in the morning. He had a lot to do before the screaming children started to arrive. He had made plans to meet Cindy Potter at the agency and take her over to see the Bradley place, not too far down the road from Dunkin's Landing. If he played his cards right, perhaps there would be no need for him to leave town. If he could make some kind of arrangement with Cindy Potter occasionally to relieve him of his monstrous hard-ons, life wouldn't be so boring at Dunkin's Landing.
George scurried into the bathroom, the front of his pajamas lewdly tenting out. He had a stiff erection as usual and didn't want to rouse the snoring Martha, who might laugh. George closed the bathroom door and locked it securely. He shucked off his pajamas, turned on the shower, and stepped in. Droplets of hot water began to beat down on his body, down on his mammoth erection. Shit! I can't go to the office like this. If I don't do something about it, the damn thing'll be sticking out all day. It was getting worse for poor old George. Once he got it up, unless he relieved himself, his dick stayed up, no matter how long he waited. His prick just stayed big and hard and refused to return to its regular size. George was beginning to think his cock had a mind of its own, and was deliberately staying hard, forcing George to make a decision. Well, maybe it was a good thing, for he decided to do something about his monstrous aching dick. He began humming as he scrubbed his body clean. He soaped up a rich lather under and over his tightly drawn testes. They were already swollen and tingly. With a few strokes of his old faithful hand, he would be able to shoot a hot load of cum and pacify his disobedient cock.
He soaped the length of his bobbing prick and gave it a few short strokes. Yeah, that feels good. Shit! Wish it was being rubbed by that sexy little cunt Cindy. Well soon, ole boy. Soon you'll be sticking your angry red head in her hot pussy. George reached for a washcloth and held it under the hot water. When it was soaked, he slapped it around his throbbing member.
"Ohhhh, yeah. Fucking good," he sighed.
"Feels like a nice hot cunt!" George soaped the washcloth until it was slick and greasy and began to run it over the length of his cock. George's eight-inch prick responded immediately. He could feel the head begin to swell as well as his hairy testes that had tightly drawn up inside their sac, getting ready to release a torrent of white creamy foam into the simulated pussy George had created with the washcloth. George whipped it faster and faster over his palpitating rod, bringing it to full rigidity. His balls began to tingle maddeningly and, within a second, a fiery bolt of lightning shot out of them and whipped its way along the length of his cock, shooting bolts of heat to the tip and releasing a torrent of sticky cum into the soapy washcloth..
"Ug, uuhhh, God!" moaned George in ecstasy. It had been an unusually good cum, perhaps because he had visions of the lovely Cindy's big tits before his burning eyes.
Pretty soon they won't be just a vision, he thought. Soon, I'll be kissing her lovely tits. May even lick and suck that hot clitty of hers.
George, in all his years, had never dreamed of doing such a filthy, exciting thing to Martha. She had never even taken his cock into her mouth, the thought repelling both of them, but George had somehow changed and all systems were go from now on. He was going to experience everything, do everything. He was going to take advantage of every opportunity that came his eay. George was going to suck as many pussies as he could find. Make up for all the lost years he had spent with dull, puritanical old Martha.
George sighed blissfully and patted his cock lovingly. Teel better now, ole boy?" he said and chuckled. He stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel. Must go on a diet, he thought. Can't go around fucking pussy with all this fat hanging on me. We'll definitely have to do something about it.
Martha was still sleeping soundly when George finished dressing and left the house. He was too excited about the day's events to wake up his wife, who might spoil the elation he was feeling at that point. He got in his car and headed for the agency.
Martha rolled over as she heard the front door quietly close. She had been awake when George left, but she didn't want to talk to him that morning. She was too depressed and disgusted. Her pussy was aching desperately, craving a big, hot cock! Today, the children would be arriving, and Martha was not looking forward to their arrival. Nasty little brats, she thought. Another year of swimming, fishing, hiking, and the rest of the boring things kids love to do at summer camp. Martha closed her eyes and conjured up her dark-haired boy lover again. This time he had a friend with him, a tall blond Viking of about fourteen. Martha sighed.
"Well, hello," she cooed to the young Viking. "What's your name?"
"Erik," he replied. "And yours is Martha, right? My friend Carl has told me what a beautiful piece of ass you are, how good you are to fuck. So here I am. We're going to fuck you together. Right, Carl?"
"Right."
"Oh, how wonderful and utterly filthy," said Martha, as she visualized them undressing in front of her. Erik's prick was even bigger than Carl's, longer and fatter. "Oh, what a grand prick you have, Erik," she moaned. "I can't wait for you to stick it in my hot pussy. I've been waiting for you. I'm so terribly horny."
"That's what we're here for, Martha," said Carl in his sexy, throaty voice. "We're going to do something extra nice to you today. We're going to suck on your hot little pussy."
"Oh, how filthy, how exciting," hissed Martha. Her fingers caressing her hot cunt. "Look, see how hot I am." She stuck her finger deep into her frothy pussy and drew it out, all slick and creamy. Erik bent over, took her creamy finger into his mouth, and licked her cum from it.
"Um," he moaned. "Good cunt juice, Martha.
You taste good. Let me have some more."
"Oh, yes," cooed Martha, pulling her nightgown up over her flabby tits. She splayed open her legs to accommodate the blond who was greedily licking his lips at the sight of her creaming cunt.
"Hurry, Erik, hurry," moaned Martha. "Stick your tongue in my cunt."
Erik obliged, and dipped his tongue into Martha's slick pussy. She was so hot that her cuntal juices were flowing heavily and soon Erik's face was covered with her hot cream.
"Urn," he moaned, while chewing on her clitty. Martha was in heaven. She had never felt anything quite so good as this. What had she been missing all these years? What a fool I am, she thought. I love to have my pussy eaten. Erik dipped his tongue in and out of Martha's twat, licking and sucking up all her juice.
Carl watched for a few minutes, his giant erection throbbing maddeningly. He moved over to the bed and positioned himself above Martha's head. "Look, Martha," he growled. "Suck my big, hot prick!"
Martha looked up to see Carl's mammoth organ positioned above her face. She licked her lips and reached up with both her hands, grasping his uncircumcised cock tightly. "How beautiful it is," she cried, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the shiny pink head. A drop of pearly semen was already dripping off the tip and Martha snaked out her tongue and licked the sticky fluid into her mouth. "Um," she whimpered. "It tastes real good! I want some more, Carl. I'm going to suck your big prick till it squirts all its cum into my throat." Martha pulled his fuckpole into her tightly ovaled mouth.
Carl pumped his prick in and out while Martha greedily sucked and licked on it. Erik's licking and tonguing of her cunt was driving her insane and she began to chew and draw Carl's pole into her mouth with the same frenzy. She had never sucked anyone's prick before, and it was good. Martha made up her mind that she would suck cock all the time, and have her pussy sucked, too. It was all so wonderful, so filthy and disgusting. Carl whipped his shaft in and out of Martha's mouth. Looking up into Carl's ass while she continued to suck, Martha noticed the tiny brown pucker of his anus. She felt an overpowering urge to suck it too. When Carl pulled back his reddening prick, Martha darted her tongue into the squinting eye of his asshole.
"Aahhh," moaned Carl as Martha snaked her tongue around the tight opening. Oh, God! thought Martha. It tastes good. I'm going to stick my tongue all the way in, and she did. Carl felt Martha bury the tip of her tongue right into his asshole.
"Oh, Martha," he moaned, "you've got your tongue clear up in my asshole. It feels great. Keep sucking me there."
Martha pressed the anal opening with her fingers, trying to pry it open further so her hot probe could dig deeper inside his shit passage. Erik continued to lick and grate his tongue back and forth over Martha's creaming slit. He knew that if he continued to swab the juicy nub, she would cum in his mouth. It was wonderful to lick her pussy. His mammoth erection was straining and hot, and he knew that when Martha came in his mouth, he would shoot his cum too. Martha felt Carl's ass tightening and sensed he was close to popping his nuts. She could feel Erik's tongue licking and sucking faster and faster on her clit and in seconds she would feel a thunderous, burning climax.
Moans began emitting from the three entwined lovers and each knew that their time had come. Erik sucked harder on Martha's erect nubbin and, with a piercing scream, Martha felt her climax sweeping over her. The fiery charge ripped and tore through her pussy, causing her toes to curl and her hips to buck and shake. Erik could feel her cunt throbbing on his tongue and it excited him so much that his prick began to swell and shoot hot fiery lava from the tip.
Carl, hearing the delighted screams and moans of his two friends, also began to shoot his wad of boyfuck lava. The burning, tingling sensation ripped through his balls and climbed the length of his cock to shoot forth a torrent of pearly liquid into Martha's mouth. She felt Carl's balls tightening as well as his prick, and knew his climax was upon him also. She felt spurts of cum shoot into her mouth, hitting the roof of her palate.
"Oh," she moaned at the unusual sensation of Carl cumming in her mouth. "I love the way you two make my body feel so good," she cooed to her imaginary lovers.
"Did you like that, Martha?" asked Carl, caressing her breasts.
"Oh, yes, darling, yes," she whispered, floating on a feathery cloud of elation. "But now I'd like to feel Erik's big prick buried in my cunt!"
"I aim to please, mylady!" chortled Erik, grasping his still erect penis and stroking it lovingly before Martha's hungry eyes. "Carl, let's make a sandwich out of Martha, shall we?"
"Great idea," said Carl. "Martha, have you ever been a sandwich before?"
"Oh, dear, no. What's a sandwich? It sounds exciting and wicked," Martha said. However, she really didn't care. It sounded like something very exciting and Martha was willing and eager to try anything and everything at that stage of the game.
"Lie down, Erik," said Carl. "Martha, get on top of Carl and then I'll get on top of you. That, my dear, is a sandwich!"
"Oh, how exciting that sounds," Martha said, her pussy already beginning to prime itself for more action with her two young visions. Martha eased her hot pussy down on Erik's massive shaft. "Oh, oh," she moaned, in total rapture. It felt even better that way. Martha leaned forward over Erik, causing her big fat ass to be sticking right in Carl's face.
"Um," moaned Carl. "What a nice round pink ass you have, Martha. Guess what I'm going to do with my hot piece of meat now?"
Martha couldn't imagine what Carl had in mind. "I don't know," she said. "Just do it and surprise me!"
Carl dipped his tongue into the brown nut of her asshole. He began to lick and tongue it faster and faster.
"Oh, my God!" moaned Martha, engrossed in the unusual feeling of having a tongue licking her asshole. It felt delicious and she realized how Erik must have felt when she dipped her tongue into his ass. "Oh, Carl," moaned Martha. "That's wonderful, so dirty, so excitingly filthy! Do it to me more, more!"
Carl licked and tongued her anal sphincter some more. He grasped his mammoth erection in one hand and placed the head against Martha's tightly puckered brown eye. He eased forward just a little, not wanting to hurt her since he knew it would be her first penetration there. Martha winced slightly. Erik thrust his prick into Martha several times, trying to take her mind off the intrusion of Carl's prick, slowly making its way into her asshole. Carl eased the head in a little at a time. Martha relaxed her tight sphincter muscles just long enough for Carl to thrust his dick all the way in.
"Oh, aiiii," screamed Martha, as she felt the gigantic head of Carl's prick burying itself deep inside her bowels. "Oh, it hurts, Carl. I don't like it. Take it out!"
"Just relax and be quiet for a moment," soothed Carl. Erik, too, subsided his fierceful thrusting into her cunt for the time being. When the pain finally had diminished, Martha began to enjoy the fullness of both her boyfuck passages. It was strangely thrilling and it was beginning to feel good, instead of hurting.
"Oh, I'm going to cum," Martha said as she began to feel the passion surging to a triumphant end.
"Me too," screamed Erik and Carl in unison. "We're all going to cum together. One fucking gigantic climax!" The boys pumped faster and harder, grunting like pigs in a rut, Martha following suit, then each was swept over the crest of infinity. The surging flame, shooting through balls, cocks and pussy, erupting torrents of hot sticky cum over their bodies. Screams of passion and joy echoed against the walls of the house, out the windows, and across the quiet, sparkling lake of Dunkin's Landing.
CHAPTER TWO
George Dunkin whistled happily as he drove the short distance from his house to town. Visions of the lovely Cindy Potter kept popping before his eyes. His persistent cock was already at full erection. George began to think silly impossible things about Cindy. He smiled as he visualized her on the hood of his car, her naked body glowing in the morning sunlight. She was lying prone, her legs splayed far apart. George could look right up between her legs while he was driving and enjoy seeing the hot, pink meat of her frothing cunt. "Urn," he moaned and licked his lips. What a freaky thing to be dreaming about, but more visions of Cindy kept dancing before his eyes. Then she was gone from the hood of the car and seated next to him. Her head was buried in his lap and, with a great deal of slurping and sucking, the sexy blonde nymphy was going down on George's naughty cock while he was driving.
"Oh, Mrs. Potter," moaned George. "You shouldn't be sucking on my prick that way. I'm driving. What if someone should see us?"
"Who's going to see us, Georgie porgie?" cooed Cindy, momentarily halting her sucking of George's stiff dick. "Besides, who cares? I like to suck your big cock, and don't tell me you're not enjoying it as much as I am. I can tell by the look on your face that you love it. However, if you want me to stop...."
"Oh ... no," stuttered George. "Please, continue doing it. I do love it. Your mouth feels so hot and good, and I also have visions of sucking on your creamy pussy, too. Then fucking you for hours and hours."
"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "That sounds wonderful. Let's pull the car over and fuck right now!"
George shivered at the thought. Oh, if only she were here right now. But soon I'll be fucking her hot snatch! I'll find a way! George pulled up in front of the agency. Several other cars were already there. Two he recognized as being those of fellow workers, but the third, he didn't. It must be Cindy's, he thought. Good! George turned off the motor and rushed into the agency. There she was, in all her magnificent glory.
Cindy Potter was demurely seated in the lobby. Standing close by were George's two co-workers Gibson and Morgan. Those bastards, he thought. Standing there and drooling all over her. I can't blame them too much. God! she's beautiful.
Cindy was wearing a blue halter that barely held in her tits, with matching blue hip-hugger pants. They were especially tight and George could see the crease of her pussy right through the material. So could Gibson and Morgan, for that matter. Cindy's hair was upswept and tied with a blue ribbon. She looked fresh and delicious. George had to stifle an impulse to rush over and throw her down on the floor and fuck her.
Cindy rose as she noticed George enter the front door.
"Oh, there you are, Mr. Dunkin," she said. "For a moment I thought you'd forgotten our appointment."
"Oh, no," mumbled George politely. "I wouldn't think of doing anything like that. As a matter-of-fact, I've been looking forward to it."
Gibson and Morgan rolled their eyes and snickered. Obvious to George, they both had the same thing in mind as he did. They were jealous because they missed out having her as their client.
George smiled. She seemed glad to see him. Perhaps he was just imagining it.
Cindy Potter wiggled over to George and put her arm through his. "Shall we go, Georgie porgie?" she cooed.
Muffled coughs could be heard from Gibson and Morgan as George took Cindy's arm and walked out the front door. He felt ten feet tall and quite handsome. Just as simple a gesture as that had put Gibson and Morgan in their place. George knew they were jealous as hell! He felt wonderful. Everything was going to turn out just perfect for him. He could feel good vibrations in his bones. What a glorious day this is going to be, he thought.
George drove slowly toward the old Bradley place with Cindy Potter sitting quietly by the other door. He wished the drive wasn't so short. He had to think, to find time to make plans on getting Cindy to go to bed with him. Well, I'll just let things ride and see how it turns out, he thought. He was sure the sexy little nymph liked him. Or perhaps he was just acting like the foolish old goat that he was.
George pulled in the Bradley driveway. The house had been vacant for three months. Emma and Phil Bradley had once been their closest friends, until they pulled up stakes and left for greener pastures.
"Well, here we are, Mrs. Potter," said George with much reluctance in his voice. He still hadn't figured out a way to approach the subject that was lying heavily on his disturbed mind.
"Oh, it's lovely, Georgie," piped Cindy Potter gleefully. "It's just what I've been dreaming about." The house was quite lovely, low and rambling, with tall pines surrounding it and tons of rose bushes winding their way up the front walk. Emma Bradley had spent half her time in that rose garden, and it rewarded her with its beauty. "Look at all those beautiful roses. Oh, I just love them. I know I'm going to like this house very much. Let's go in and see what the rest looks like," she said and giggled.
George turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door. He stepped aside and ushered the sexy blonde in before him. He eagerly watched her wiggle her cute little ass into the living room. Cindy's eyes swept around the spacious room. Along one wall, large windows allowed the bright morning sunlight to dance merrily through, casting luminous shadows on the highly polished wooden floor. On the other wall was a huge stone fireplace at least six feet wide, with a large stone hearth.
"Oh," Cindy said, "It's beautiful!" She rushed from room to room while George impatiently shifted from one foot to the other. It was obvious that he didn't have to give her a sales pitch. He could tell that she had fallen in love with the old house. He was quite sure she would tell her husband about its favorable attributes, and they would buy it. A lump began to rise in George's trousers. Here he was, alone and burning with passion, in the same house with the sexiest, most desirable creature he had seen in a long time. He moaned and shifted nervously from one foot to the other again.
Cindy appeared in the living room doorway. "Oh, Georgie," she cooed. "I love the house. It's exactly what we've been looking for. If the price is right, we'll buy it!" She rushed over, threw her arms around George's neck, and planted a long, sexy kiss on his trembling lips.
George's cock immediately jumped to attention and rose even higher than it was. He eagerly wrapped his arms around Cindy's body and began to return her kiss with much fervor.
"Oh, Cindy," he moaned. "You're so beautiful, so desirable." He kissed her neck, her bare shoulders, and began to nibble on further down the front of her low-cut halter.
"Mr. Dunkin!" he moaned. "You're so beautiful, so desirable." he kissed her neck, her bare shoulders, and began to nibble on further down the front of her low-cut halter.
"Mr. Dunkin!" cried Cindy, pushing against his chest to free herself. "What has gotten into you?" Her chipped icy speech tore through George's body like a blade of cold steel. "What must you be thinking?" Her big blue eyes widened with surprise and then she noticed the large protruding lump tenting out the front of George's slacks. "Oh, what have you got there?" she said and breathed heavily. There had originally been no thoughts of anything but business with George, as far as she was concerned. She figured that if she played up to him, she would get a better deal on the house.
Granted, she was horny and lonely, and had vowed never to cheat on her husband Hank, but standing there looking at the huge bulge in George's pants was rapidly making her change her mind. God, it's huge, she thought. And I'm so horny. I dream about big cocks in my hot pussy all the time. It's worse now with Hank gone. Oh, dear. He wants me too. What harm would it do? Just once! Cindy stepped a little closer to the bewildered George. A few seconds before, she had been pushing him away and scolding him like a naughty child who had just gotten caught dipping his little fingers into the candy jar. He couldn't figure it out, but there she was, greedily taking in the lump jutting out the front of his pants, moving closer to him with her hand extended.
George gasped as he felt Cindy begin to caress his stiff erection. "Oh, aaggh," he moaned.
Cindy rubbed her hand over the rock-hard core of his prick. Oh dear, it's so hard, so big. My pussy needs it. Oh, shit, I've got to have it! Cindy reached for the zipper on George's pants. She could feel him trembling. No words needed to be spoken. The only sound echoing in the stillness of the empty house was the slow grating of a zipper being pulled down. Cindy reached into the open material and cupped her small hand over the large girth of his prick. A moan escaped her rosy lips. It was bigger and thicker than she had thought. She brought out the erect soldier and gasped as she saw the size of the ruby head that was dripping beads of pre-cum.
George was in a daze. Ever since he had met her, there had been constant dreams of fucking her in every conceivable position by him. Now here he was, standing in the living room of the Bradley place, allowing his dream girl to lovingly fondle his old friend.
Feel that old boy, he thought. I told you, you'd be sticking your ruby head up her cunt. By God, that's what you're going to do. Very soon now!
Cindy continued to run her hands enticingly over the length of George's massive bludgeon. George closed his eyes and savored the gentle adoration that his cock was receiving. He felt Cindy unclasp the waistband and felt his pants being tugged down. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Cindy proceeded to draw down his shorts and George moaned with approval. He stepped out of them and Cindy began to draw his body down onto the wooden floor. She continued to caress his swollen cock shaft, take the whole of his distended cock into her ovaled mouth. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "Yes, suck it, Cindy. Eat my big fat cock! Eat it good!"
Cindy drew his throbbing erection into her velvety mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat. George was sure that she could swallow it whole. How good she is at sucking cock, he thought. Takes the whole length of my big hot prick right down into her throat. He savored the feel of her hot mouth working its way up the fevered root and over the billowing hood. Her tongue was doing magical things to George's cock. Never in all his life had he experienced anything quite so good, better than in his dreams! Cindy's tongue was everywhere, licking and sucking and drawing it deeper into her throat. Her mouth constricted to form a vacuum that threatened to suck out the hot sticky fluid that was about to shoot from its tip.
Oh, his prick tastes good, thought Cindy. I'm going to make him shoot his cum right into my mouth. I want it all. How good it feels to be able to do this for him. I feel dirty, wicked, but it's so exciting! I must be crazy. I'll suck his prick just this once and let him fuck me. I won't ever see him again. It'll be just this time, just this once and I'll never do it again. Cindy had herself convinced that this would be the one and only time. She couldn't imagine herself having George Dunkin as a lover. He was so fat and repulsive, his only asset being a huge hot prick. Cindy felt dirty and abused, but was excited by the idea of seducing this fat old man. She felt like a common whore and she liked feeling that way.
Cindy continued to lick and suck on George's mammoth prick. She slid her tongue down and over the shaft every which way, and glided her tongue toward the wrinkled scrotal sac that was pulled up tight against his prick, getting ready to fire a load of hot sticky cum. She began to lick George's balls and gently suck them into the hollowed vacuum of her mouth. George moaned with pleasure. It felt wonderful. If she kept sucking his balls into her mouth that way, he would shoot his load right into her pretty little throat. Cindy moved backward on her knees. She pried open George's puggy legs and scrutinized the wrinkled brown nut of his anus. She had a crazy urge to dip her tongue deep into his anus and savor the tangy shit flavor. She hesitated a moment, then gave in to her erotic passion. She began to lick around the sensitive little shithole. George squealed like a pig on a spit.
"Oh, baby," he growled. "Eat out my ass. Suck on it. Lick it clean!" Can those words be coming from me? he thought. George turned crimson. He was embarrassed. Imagine telling Cindy to eat his ass? Never in his wildest dreams could he have visualized asking Martha to eat him there. Yet he was cavorting on the floor of the Bradley house and the sexy blonde Cindy was sucking and licking between his legs. It was filthy and dirty, but he loved it. He didn't feel like a silly old goat any more. If she likes to lick my ass, he thought, there'll be others too, maybe even younger. Nice fresh virgins. I bet there's there's plenty of them around here. George shivered at the thought. There was so much to look forward to. Perhaps staying at Dunkin's landing wouldn't be so bad after all. He could get Cindy Potter to eat his cock and lick his balls any time he wanted. If she didn't, he'd threaten to tell her husband. Yes, it would all work out just fine. George closed his eyes and smiled. He spread open his legs as far as they would go, allowing the sexy cunt that labored between his legs greater access to his steaming balls and puckered asshole.
Cindy dipped her tongue deep into George's ass. He bucked his ass high into the air as Cindy augered her tongue up his anal channel. She worked her tongue in and out like a man driving his prick in and out of a hot cunt. George whinnied some more and wiggled his fat ass around Cindy's tongue. At any moment he was going to shoot his load. .
"I'm going to cum, Cindy," he cried. "Get my cock back into your mouth. I want to shoot my cum into your throat."
Cindy halted her lavish attentions on his back passage. She crawled forward a little and once more engulfed George's cock deep into her mouth. In and out George plummeted his cock. Cindy greedily sucked and worked her tongue around the ruby head. She could feel it begin to swell. She grasped the length of his cock in both her hands and, while she sucked, began to squeeze and stroke the rock hard rapier. Her mouth worked faster and faster over the length of George's plundering cock. He felt a burning, tingling sensation deep in his balls. His prick was about to shoot his load of hot semen deep into Cindy's belly. George could feel her mouth working feverishly over the swollen gland. Then he was cumming. A hot, fiery charge erupted from within his balls, shooting the length of his prick like a cannon would shoot a hot ball. George's fiery climax swept over him like a herd of thundering horses.
"Uuhh," he screamed. "Oh, Cindy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. I'm shooting a hot load of cum right into your beautiful mouth."
Cindy felt the first hot pellet of cum hit the roof of her mouth. The honeyed fluids shot spurt after spurt into her. "Oh, oh," she moaned as George's cock erupted it's load. She gulped and sucked the fiery fluid deep down her throat, not wanting to miss a drop. Like a greedy starving animal, she moaned, groaned, licked and sucked every last drop of fresh cum into her throat, deep into her belly.
George shuddered as the last of his load shot forth. He lay inert on the floor, satiated for the moment, but he was not finished with her yet. He was going to stick his prick in her pussy. She was going to strip naked for him so he could devour her body with his eyes. George had almost forgotten what a lovely naked woman looked like. Visions of fat, dumpy Martha darted across his eyes. He blinked away the vision and concentrated on the reality hovering just above his shriveling member. He was going to explore every part of her body, look right into her cunt and see what was going on there. He would stick his tongue up her asshole too. He'd make her beg and cry to be fucked. George was going to tease her until she begged him to stick his big hard pole into her steaming twat.
"Oh, Georgie," cooed Cindy. "You tasted so good. Did you like the way I sucked your big dick?"
"Great sucking, honey," he growled. "How'd you like to have me stick this big pole of mine up your hot, juicy pussy?"
"Oh, yes, yes," creed Cindy. "I want it in me.
Hurry up and stick it in my cunt."
"Okay," said George, "but first I want you to slowly start stripping. Do a nice little dance for me while you're doing it."
Cindy nodded and slowly began to peel off her clothes. She reached up and zipped down the back of her skimpy halter top, slowly peeling it down over her large tits. George drooled as the two big creamy mountains of flesh began to appear before his wanton eyes. Her turgid pink nipples popped into view then Cindy exposed them fully to George's gaze. He greedily licked his lips, anticipating the moment when he would suck one of those delicious little cherries into his mouth. Cindy reached behind her and unzipped her tight hip huggers. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly began to peel them down, wiggling her ass in front of George. She slowly turned, bent over, and worked the tight material down and over the creamy orbs. George moaned with delight. His prick had already sprung back into a gigantic throbbing erection. Cindy tantalizingly wiggled her butt in George's face. He bent over and cupped both fleshy pieces of meat in his hands and began to squeeze them.
Cindy moaned and panted, approving of his touch. George carted his tongue out and began to lick between the crease of her ass. "Oh," she moaned. Lick it, Georgie."
George tongued her tight anal passage, sending chills of tingling desire throughout Cindy's body. God, this feels good, he thought. Never in my whole life have I experienced anything quite as good as this. George grasped his throbbing member in his hand and pressed the ruby red head against the tight opening of Cindy's ass. He began rubbing it back and forth.
"Oh, shove it in my cunt, Georgie," she moaned. "Hurry, please don't tease me any more. I have to have it. NOW!"
"Not yet, honey," said George gleefully, savoring each moment he was torturing her. He knew that Cindy was hot for his cock, but he wasn't going to give it to her, not quite yet. He was going to work her up into a screaming frenzy, until she couldn't stand waiting any longer. He was going to make her beg for the pleasure of sticking his long hot rod into her.
"Take off the pants," he growled. Cindy pushed her slacks down around her ankles and stepped out of them. "Now do a little dance for me," ordered George.
Cindy began to sway her body in response to her master's order. She was completely under George's control. She liked being teased and ordered to do whatever George wanted. He was deliberately making her wait. George would make her beg before he would stick his big fat cock into her juicy cunt. She didn't care. It was exciting. She liked feeling like a whore, groveling before him and doing anything he told her to. If she wanted that big hot staff of his buried deep into her aching cunt, she would have to do everything he asked her to.
She happily began to sway her body back and forth, cupping her swelling titties in her hands and presenting them outward toward her master, offering them to him to suck. She began to squeeze and pinch the pink, hot nipples until they were burning red and longing to be sucked and chewed on.
George watched his sexy slave dancing and writhing before him. He felt like a sultan, a royal potentate, ordering his. slave to perform for him. He knew that Cindy was completely under his power. He could make her do anything, even kiss his feet eagerly.
"Wiggle over here, bitch, and eat my balls," George ordered. Cindy swayed and undulated toward him, her body perspiring from the frenzy she was working herself into. She got down on her knees in front of George and snaked out her tongue to devour the wrinkled sacs nestling below the huge cock straining before her passionate eyes. She licked and sucked on George's balls, drawing them gently into her mouth and savoring their pungent flavor. "Uh," she moaned as she sucked and rolled them around in her mouth.
George closed his eyes and relished the feel of Cindy's mouth as it did magical things to his tingling balls. He knew that he should make her quit berfore he shot his load of hot cum right into her face. "What do you want me to do to you, Cindy?" he hissed. "Tell me quick, before I decide not to stick this big prick of mine up your hot frothing pussy."
"I ... I want you to fuck me, Georgie," she gasped. "I want you to stick that big long pole of yours right into my cunt."
"Say please," snickered George. "SAY IT! Say 'please stick your fuck pole into my cunt!' "
"Yes, yes," cried Cindy. "Please, please stick your big, gigantic fuck pole into my aching cunt! I need it now. PLEASE!" Cindy wailed like a hurt puppy, tears brimming her soft blue eyes.
George clapped his sweaty hands together gleefully. Her pleading words elated him. Never before had he felt so powerful. He thought briefly of Martha, visualizing her laying at his feet, begging him to fuck her cunt, George laughed. "All right, bitch, lie down and spread your legs. Ole Georgie is about to stick his rusty old prick into your hot little fuckhole."
Cindy moaned a sigh of relief and sprawled eagerly on the floor, opening her legs wide so George could gain access to her much aroused vagina. She reached down and pulled open the lips of her pussy to his flashing eyes.
"Here's my cunt, Georgie," she said. "Hot and waiting for your big prick!"
George kneeled down and looked up into Cindy's pink, meaty snatch. He licked his lips and, with one stubby finger, reached out and felt inside Cindy's over-heated tunnel. She winced as George stuffed his finger deep into her cunt. He began to wiggle it around, eagerly peering into the soft pink folds of tissue where his fat finger was digging.
Oh, God, he thought. What a lovely young cunt. Tight, too. My prick's going to be smothered up in there. Going to be nice and hot and tight!
Cindy wiggled her cunt walls around George's finger, clasping and unclasping them, sucking at his finger as though it was a hot cock instead.
"Georgie, please stick it in," she pleaded. "PLEASE! I need your throbbing dick in my cunt. Hurry, HURRY!"
"All in good time," he said. "First, my sweet, I want to taste of your juicy hole." George leaned down between Cindy's creamy legs. He darted his tongue out and began to greedily swab the sticky folds of her pussy. Cindy moaned and writhed as his tongue lashed out and began to grate faster and faster over the tasty morsel. Um, good, he thought. This is better than I could have dreamed it to be. I'm going to like eating pussy from now on! George continued his lavish adoration of Cindy's cunt. He knew from her moaning and groaning that she was really digging the way his tongue was lapping at her pussy. George's cock was throbbing madly and, if he kept licking her cunt, he would shoot his cum. He was too hot and excited. He had prolonged the supreme moment long enough.
"Now, bitch," he growled, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life." Cindy moaned her approval. George grasped his bursting prick in his hand and guided the ruby head toward the opening of Cindy's cunt. He shoved forward. Cindy cried out as the gigantic erection was buried deep inside her fuckhole.
"Oh, Georgie," she cried. "It's so big, My God, it feels so good. I love it. Fuck me hard. Ram your big stiff prick all the way up my cunt. Fuck, fuck," she screamed into George's ear. "Um, uugg, uugg," he moaned as the pressure around the distended shaft threatened to suck all the cum from his tingling balls. Boy, does this feel good, thought George. If only fat old Martha could see me now, fucking this hot little bitch. I wonder what she would think about me. It's her fault. If she had been a little more responsive instead of like a cold fish, I wouldn't be fucking this hot young cunt. I'm going to enjoy this while I can. To hell with Martha, her flabbing tits and big fat ass. I've got all I want wrapped around my stiff cock. George shoved his prick in another inch. Cindy moaned approval and drove him on, bucking her ass up into his forward thrusts, tightly wrapping her long legs around George's fat thighs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned.
George did. He could hear the resounding slap, slap of his aching balls against her thighs. It sounded good and it felt even better. George was sure that Cindy was enjoying his ravenous prick as he battered it in and out of her steaming cunt. She was moaning and crying and whispering filthy words into his ears. George drove onward, eager to reach the ultimate goal he had been dreaming about since the first day he had seen Cindy Potter, the moment when she would be crying and screaming her joys of the thunderous climax George was rapidly building her up to.
"Like my big prick?" growled George into Cindy's ear. "Like the way I slam it into your hot cunt? I can feel your pussy juice running all over it, making it nice and slick."
"Oh, yes, yes. It's wonderful," moaned Cindy, enjoying the complete feeling of debasement that George was inflicting upon her.
George grinned. This was terrific. He was enjoying his newly found authority. He continued to slam his swelling cock into Cindy's hot, clasping pussy. Her moans and cries spurred George on faster and faster, and they both knew that, within seconds, they would be riding the crest of the wave, to come slamming down as they felt the surge of heat rising through their loins. George reached under Cindy's ass and began to caress the soft silkiness of her buttocks. He slipped his finger along the crack of her ass until he reached the tight puckered opening of her anal passage. He wormed his finger up into her churning bowels. Cindy cried out as George's probing finger insinuated itself deep inside her asshole. He rammed it further up, as far as it would go, and began to work it around and around, in and out, matching the slamming of his throbbing hard-on into her ready cuntal tissue. George could feel his balls begin to tingle and knew that at any second he was going to splurt his load of hot sticky semen into the womb of Cindy Potter. Soon he would reach his goal. Cindy thrust her hips up to match George's powerful thrusts. She could feel her body giving way to the sweet perfection of a climax. The heat began to rise deep inside her belly, deep inside the tingling walls of her pussy. George slammed on and, upon the last final, brutal thrust which caused Cindy to scream with pain, her climax began to sweep down upon her.
"Oh, God, George, I'm cumming. It's here. Oh, oh," she cried. "Aiiii, oohh. Fuck it, fuck, fuck." Cindy shivered as the fiery flame tore through her well-battered pussy, centering on the oiled nerve of her clitoris and causing it to throb and burn. George could feel her pussy squeezing and contracting all around his prick. He could feel the ultimate moment arise. The same burning flame shot forth from George's balls straight up and through the root of his cum-spurting cock. Jet after jet of hot sticky cum shot into the clutching pussy of Cindy Potter.
"Oh, fucking good," moaned George as he pumped his seeds into her. "What a great fuck you are, honey. I'm going to enjoy it even better next time."
CHAPTER THREE
Martha lay satisfied and dreamy, her visions of cocks melting away. Just then she heard cries of joy and the sound of screeching brakes coming to a halt in the driveway.
"Oh, no," she cried in desperation. "They're here!" Martha jumped out of bed and hurriedly began to dress. It would not do for the children to come racing into the house and find her lying naked on the bed. My goodness, what would they think?
Martha haphazardly ran a brush through her graying hair, did the best she could to calm herself, and went forward to greet the summer arrivals to Dunkin's Landing.
As Martha stepped out into the blinding sunlight, three or four boys ran over and hugged her.
"Hello, Aunt Martha," they said. "We're here, we're here!" Martha forced herself to smile a greeting to the children and their suddenly elated parents. After their farewells and kisses were over with, Martha and the boys waved good-bye as the parents drove happily on down the road ... to freedom, away from their squalling brats for two months.
How I wish I were leaving here, instead, Martha thought. But she knew it was the impossible dream. The two ten-year-olds grasping her hands were proof that she was not going anywhere.
"Where's Uncle George?" asked Timmy, a thirteen-year-old.
"Oh, he'll be along soon, dear," replied Martha. "He just took a client out to look at a house that's up for sale. I think you boys should take your bags into the dormitory and get unpacked and settled."
The screaming boys raced joyfully toward the dormitory. Martha watched them and breathed a deep sigh. Well, there's nothing I can do, she thought. I'm stuck another year whether I like it or not. Where is that old fool? He should've been back two hours ago. The rest of the boys'll be here soon and I can't bear to handle all this by myself. Not on the first day! Just then Martha heard a car rounding a curve further down the driveway. Thank God, it's George.
George came to a halt so close to Martha that she had to jump out of the way. George emerged from the car, grinning and humming happily.
"You old idiot," she snapped. "What were you trying to do, run me over? What's that stupid grin on your face for? You look like the cat that just ate the canary."
Not the canary. George snickered to himself. A little pussy. A sexy hot little pussy, I ate.
"I sold the house," said George. "That's why I'm so happy. Got a pretty good commission on it too. Now, doesn't that make you feel better, woman?"
"That's great, dear," Martha said, smiling at him. Funny, she thought, George looks different. I guess it's because he's happy about closing the deal.
"Some of the boys have already arrived," she said. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back to help me the first day. I was about to panic."
"I'm sorry, dear," mumbled George. "It just took a little longer to sign the papers than I thought. I'll go over to the dorm and see how the boys are doing."
That night Martha and George, exhausted and dead on their feet, happily slumped in front of the TV set. It was relaxing to just sit and watch and become engrossed in the fantasy of the tube. Each was too tired to complain of the boredom of watching.
As time wore on, Martha and George settled down to the summer ahead. George to his newly found mistress, and Martha unhappily dreaming about the endless boredom of the next two months.
A slight morning breeze filtered through the bedroom window. Martha stirred as its gentle caress swept over her tired body. She stretched and moved slowly, not wanting to awaken George who was still snoring merrily away. She usually got up first and put on a pot of coffee before she woke him, a cup of coffee in hand. George was as grumpy as a bear early in the morning and, unless he smelled the aroma of coffee under his nose, his grizzly temper became evident.
Martha sat down on the couch. She strained her ears for noises coming from the dorm, but all was quiet in the early morning. Thank God, she thought. The children are still sleeping. The first morning after their arrival, Martha and George usually let them sleep a little longer. The next day their routine would start at 6:00 a. m. Not one eye was closed after that hour. Martha heard the kettle whistle on the stove. She got up and prepared the coffee. She plodded on into the bedroom, the fragrant aroma trailing after her throughout the house.
"George, dear," she whispered, nudging him lightly. "It's time to get up."
"W ... what? What time is it? It's too early. Let me go back to sleep."
"It's after seven, dear," replied. Martha. "The children will be up soon. It's the start of the summer, you know. You must get up now!"
"All right, all right," mumbled George, half asleep. "Did you make me some coffee?" George opened one eye as Martha handed him the steaming cup. "Oh, good. Umm, nice and hot. Thank you, dear." George leaned over and planted an affectionate kiss on Martha's cheek. Her eyes opened wide with amazement. George hadn't done that in over two years.
He must be sick, she thought. I can't believe it. He's not as grouchy as he usually is, either. I saw a change in him when he came home yesterday. Funny. What's made him change like this? Martha reflected a few seconds more, then decided he must be glad that summer was here. It was because he had made a sizable commission on the house he sold yesterday, along with the arrival of the boys. They had always seemed to make him happy. He genuinely enjoyed the fishing and hiking. It relaxed him. Martha decided that was the reason and brushed it from her mind. She had her own thoughts and worries. She couldn't imagine how she would get through the next two months without going crazy.
Several weeks fled by and Martha and George were well into resigning themselves to the problems of the twenty boys registered there.
It was getting worse for Martha. George, for some strange reason she couldn't understand, seemed unusually happy, enjoying each child and all the outings and fishing trips. George had left early that morning, taking the older boys out hiking. The younger ones, Martha had decided to give swimming lessons too. As she put on her old one-piece bathing suit, she saw her image in the mirror. She didn't look too bad in it. She had lost some weight and the suit didn't look bad at all. She sighed and decided that the ten-and twelve-year-olds wouldn't care whether she was wearing a potato sack. She was just old Aunt Martha to them.
When Martha reached the boat landing by the lake, seven boys were already in swimming suits and waiting for her.
"Hurry up, Aunt Martha," they yelled. "Teach us to swim. Hurry!"
"All right, all right," soothed Martha. "Don't get impatient. It's not going to happen overnight, you know."
Martha walked waist deep into the water. She called Timmy Evans out to join her. Martha shivered as the cool lake water caressed her inner thighs. She could feel her pussy tingling in the cool water. As usual, she had awoken with a burning sensation deep in her vagina, an ache she could not become used to having every morning. Relieving herself with her hands wasn't quenching the thirst she had for a nice big prick shoved deep into her cunt. Her visions of Carl and Erik were no longer satisfying. She needed the real thing up her pussy. Not two visions that she conjured up to appease herself when she finger-fucked her pussy. Martha heard Timmy Evans squeal as the cold water grabbed at him. She laughed.
"Come over here, Timmy," she said. "Now, everyone watch. I'm going to show you how to stay afloat."
Martha reached out and held Timmy around the chest and the bottom of his legs, lying face upward in the water. "There now," she said. "If you keep yourself absolutely straight and your arms out to your sides, you'll float. Be sure to keep your head back in the water." She let go of Timmy who floated on top of the water by himself. "There," said Martha. "Look, Timmy's floating all by himself!"
"Now I'll show you the first steps in learning how to swim." She reached under Timmy and turned him over, placing her hands under his chest and across his thighs. As she reached beneath Timmy, her hand accidentally brushed against the child's small penis. Martha could feel it through the this material of his swim trunks. Oh, my, she thought as her fingers grazed the small lump. She could feel an instant tingle in her pussy. She felt an overpowering urge to grasp the virginal little tool in her hand. It took all the strength Martha could muster up not to squeeze and caress it. What'? wrong with you, she scolded herself, thinking about playing with this little child's penis. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. But Martha wasn't. The instant she touched the small prick with her hand, she felt it bob into stiffness.
Timmy said nothing, just turned his head slightly and whispered to Martha. "Gosh, Aunt Martha, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, Timmy," she replied. "It was just an accident. I'm sorry."
Shit, thought the twelve-year-old. I wish Aunt Martha would play with me there. I liked it when she touched it. Maybe if I wiggle my ass around, she'll touch it again. Now I know how the older guys felt when they talked about their girl friends playing with their cocks. Golly, it sure felt good!
Martha continued to show the other boys the first steps in learning to swim. She encouraged Timmy to kick his legs as hard as he could. Martha was finding it difficult to keep her mind on the swimming lesson. Timmy kept wiggling his little fanny around so much that every now and then Martha's hand accidentally touched his lovely little penis. Each time she touched it, she would feel the little member begin to swell. Oh, God, she thought. I want to squeeze it so badly. I think Timmy wants me to squeeze it too. Or perhaps I'm just imagining that. Timmy continued to wiggle on Martha's hand until finally, standing it no longer, she gave in to her overpowering impulse. She slowly moved her hand upward, unsure of what Timmy would do.
Timmy was silently praying to himself. Oh, please, Aunt Martha, move your hand just a little more and you'll have my cock right in your palm. Martha, hearing no shocked cries from the small boy, grasped his little pink organ in her hand and squeezed it gently. Timmy moaned.
Oh, how wonderful it feels to squeeze a cock once again. Even if it is just a little boy's. It's so wicked and filthy. An old lady like me, unashamedly playing with little Timmy's cock right here in the lake! Martha felt guilty, yet she was enjoying the sensation. She liked to feel dirty and ashamed. What did it matter? Timmy liked it. He was wiggling his ass around in the water, encouraging Martha to squeeze his dick harder.
"Oh, Aunt Martha," Timmy whispered in a dreamy state. "Oh, it feels so good. Squeeze it harder. It makes my nuts feel funny when you do it."
Martha continued to squeeze and pump on Timmy's little penis. Feeling very brazen, she reached into the waistband until her hand came into contact with the wet, hard piece of boyfuck skin. Timmy moaned some more. Martha began to pump the child's organ faster, causing Timmy to moan and whimper. In just a few seconds she would make the child shoot his virginal load of cum into the chilling water.
Oh, dear, thought Martha. What am I doing? What must this child think of me? He seems to be enjoying it. Why shouldn't I make him feel good? He has to learn about sex sometime. Why not from me? Martha jerked Timmy penis faster and faster. The minute shaft began to stiffen and swell and suddenly Timmy moaned louder.
"Aunt Martha, what's happening. My penis feels funny. Something funny's happening to my penis. It's starting to burn!"
"Don't be afraid, dear," soothed Martha. "You're just reaching a climax, that's all. It will feel wonderful. You'll see. Just relax and let it come. Just enjoy it, dear."
Timmy relaxed and his penis began to tingle increasingly. A surprised look came over his small face as his cum began to shoot from his hairless little balls and up the length of his little cock.
"Oh, oh, Aunt Martha. I'm ... what did you call it? Having a climax, oh, oh," the child wined. Martha felt his body stiffen and saw globs of white semen float to the top of the water. She sighed as she felt the boy's climax sweep over him. Martha felt his virginal prick shooting its load.
Man, that felt great, thought Timmy. Wait till I tell the boys what Aunt Martha did for me. Maybe I can get her to show me what's between her legs. Boy, would I like to see that!
"Gee, Aunt Martha, thanks," said Timmy, a little sheepishly. "Can we do it again, sometime?"
"I don't know, dear," said Martha. She was feeling a great deal of guilt. "What must you think of me, child?"
"Golly, Aunt Martha," soothed Timmy. "I think you're wonderful. I wish I could do something nice for you. Maybe you could ... a ... a ... teach me all those things the older boys do with their girl friends. Would you, Aunt Martha, huh?"
Martha reflected for a moment. Timmy didn't think badly of her at all. In fact, he was asking her very timidly and shyly to show him about sex. Why not? she thought. He likes me. He said he would like to do something nice for me.
"I think so, Timmy, maybe later, but you must never tell anyone about this, especially Uncle George. He wouldn't like it. Do you understand?"
"Oh sure, Aunt Martha. I won't ever say anything to Uncle George. I promise."
Martha nodded her head and smiled to the boy. She was beginning to feel happier. Perhaps the summer wouldn't be a dud after all, but she knew she had to be careful. If this kind of thing got out and the parents heard about it, undoubtedly Dunkin's Landing would be closed. They would never allow their children to come here again.
The rest of the boys were beginning to get impatient and call to her, so Martha spent the rest of the afternoon teaching them to swim.
After Martha had given the boys their first lessons in swimming she came back into the house to take a shower. George had returned and was showing the boys how to use the archery range. She could hear them squealing with joy. They were obviously enjoying the new sport.
Martha finished showering, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped out of the bathroom. She sat before her dressing table and stared in the mirror. Visions of herself and Timmy were popping into her head. She recalled the early morning events when she literally had jerked off the young child. Martha turned crimson at the thought and put her hands over her face. What did I do? she thought desperately. What am I becoming? Playing with little boys cocks. How terrible! I really mustn't ever do it again. I'll just have to tell Timmy to forget what happened. It's shameful. If George ever found out ... My God, he'd probably have me committed! Oh, dear, what am I going to do? Martha jumped as she heard a small quiet voice behind her.
"Aunt Martha, what's the matter?" questioned Timmy.
Martha spun around to see Timmy standing behind her. "What are you doing here, Timmy?" she asked. "You should be outside with Uncle George and the other boys."
"I was, for a while, Aunt Martha, but I got to thinking about this morning and my cock got all swelled up and started to hurt. I ... I well, I thought maybe you could make it feel better ... like you did this morning."
Martha looked down and saw that Timmy's little penis was tenting out the front of his cut-off jeans. Her pussy began to throb at the sight.
"Oh dear, Timmy. It is sticking out quite a bit, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am, it is," he mumbled.
"Well, Timmy, I've been thinking about this morning, too," said Martha, "and, um ... well, dear, I've come to the conclusion that we'd better not do it any more."
"Gee, Aunt Martha," whined Timmy. "You ... you promised. I won't say anything to Uncle George. Please, Aunt Martha."
Martha looked down at the saddened face of the child and then to the tented front of his pants. The temptation was too great. She couldn't control her emotions. Martha's hand reached out and began to caress the protruding lump. Timmy grinned. Good, he thought, she's going to make me cum again.
"Timmy, go shut the bedroom door and lock it," ordered Martha. "It wouldn't do for Uncle George to come in and find us, would it, dear?"
"No, Aunt Martha," said Timmy gleefully as he rushed over to the door, closed and locked it.
"Now," said Martha, "take off your clothes and let me see your nice little prick."
"My what?" Timmy said.
"That's also known as a prick, dear," Martha said. "A prick, a cock, and a few other names, too. Prick and cock are my favorites, so we'll call it by those names, all right, Timmy?"
"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say. Uh ... Aunt Martha, will you take your towel off so I can look at you naked?"
"Yes, of course, dear," Martha said. She was beginning to get very excited. The very idea of stripping before this mere child was making Martha feel excitingly hot. She felt like a wanton woman, a slut, but it didn't matter. She liked feeling that way. It was ten times better than the way she felt with George.
Martha undid the towel and let it drop to the bedroom floor. She crawled onto the bed and lay with her legs splayed open to Timmy's view. "There, Timmy," she cooed. "Isn't this the way you wanted to see me?"
Timmy grinned. Gosh, he thought. I can see right up between Aunt Martha's legs. Wow! Look at all the hair there, and something else too. "Aunt Martha," he shyly asked, "can I see what's up there under all that hair?"
"Of course, dear," whispered Martha. She pried open the lips of her pussy to Timmy's view. She slipped her finger deep inside her cuntal passage. It was already slick and wet with her cum juices. Timmy's eyes grew wider. His face turned crimson as he watched Martha lewdly pry open the hot pink thing between her legs and stick her finger up into it. His little penis jerked to attention.
"Timmy dear," Martha said, "this is known as a pussy or a cunt. The clinical term for it is a vagina."
"Gosh," Timmy said. This was better than dissecting a frog in biology class. He had once thought that was terrific. "I like pussy and cunt best of all," he said. "Can I ... I touch it?" Timmy asked coyly, reaching out his finger to probe the newly found toy.
Martha nodded yes to the excited child. Timmy reached out and, with one little finger, began to poke inside the soft pink tissue that his eyes were sweeping over. His finger touched the bump on Martha's cunt. He rubbed his finger over it. "What's this called?" he asked.
"A clitoris," Martha said. "And when you rub and put your tongue on it, it makes it feel wonderful."
Timmy's eyes widened. "Put your tongue on it!" he said. "What do you mean?"
"Well," replied Martha. "It's called eating cunt or pussy. Whatever term suits you. That's when you stick your tongue into it and lick and suck all over it. You also stick your tongue into the hole down there. See it, Timmy?" she asked.
"Yeah," the child replied. He was too engrossed with the thought of sucking on the little pink knob that was rolling under his finger.
Oh, I wish he would suck on my pussy, thought Martha. But I won't ask him. I don't want to frighten him. Maybe I'm going too far. Martha didn't have time to feel guilty because just then she felt a soft wet tongue licking and greedily sucking on her cunt. She moaned and whimpered at the sudden adoration Timmy was giving her juicing snatch.
Timmy stopped for a minute. "Like that, Aunt Martha?" he asked.
Martha moaned a yes. "Suck it, Timmy, lick all my cunt juice out."
Timmy continued to lick Martha's cunt. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. I guess she likes it, he thought. Timmy saw her big titties with the pink, hard nipples on the end. I wonder if they get sucked on too? I'll try it and see. I'd like to squeeze her big titties too. I like the way this pussy tastes. It makes my cock feel good when I suck on it. I hope I'm doing it right. I wonder what she'd do if I stuck my finger up where she had it before? I'll try it and see.
Timmy continued his sucking and inserted his finger into Martha's slick cuntal opening. It was already overfilled with her vaginal secretions and, as Timmy worked his finger in and out, loud squishing noises could be heard.
Sure makes a lot of noise when I stick my finger up there, he thought. Aunt Martha seems to like it. She's wiggling her ass all around. Boy, I sure like this!
Martha was in heaven. Her feelings of guilt had long since faded away. Only the feeling of Timmy's tongue, licking and sliding over her clit, were imprinted in her thoughts. If he continued to poke his finger in and out of her pussy that way, she would soon cum into his mouth.
"Oh? Timmy, that's so good," she whined in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum soon. Reach my climax like you did this morning."
Oh, good, thought Timmy. Then maybe she'll make me cum again too. Timmy continued to lick and grate his tongue over Martha's highly aroused button. Martha could feel her clitoris begin to burn and knew that her climax was about to surge down upon her. She began to moan and cry out to Timmy to eat her pussy faster.
"Suck it good, Timmy," she cried. "Eat all the cum out of my hot pussy." Martha was too far gone with rapture to be shocked by the filthy words that were spewing forth from her lips. Timmy increased the momentum of his licking and suddenly he felt Martha's clit begin to throb and pulsate under his tongue. He felt a surge of hot sticky fluid against his chin. He dipped his tongue quickly into Martha's creaming hole and began greedily to lap up all the sticky secretions that came surging forth from the hot fuck cavern.
Martha felt her clit begin to throb and her climax swept over her, sending her mind and body out into space. She felt as though she were floating on' a feathery cloud. All the sounds around her began to echo and the only thing she could feel was the burning, ripping flame that seared through her pussy. "Ohh, Timmy," she moaned. "Its wonderful. Ohhhh, ohhhh." Martha's body shook and vibrated as Timmy watched with wondrous amazement at the glorious results that his tongue had brought her to.
"Gosh, Aunt Martha," he whispered. "Did I hurt you or something?"
"Oh, no, Timmy," she moaned. "You ate my pussy wonderfully and I reached a glorious climax. I felt just the way you did earlier this morning."
"Really?" said Timmy, with much amazement. He never in all his life thought that his little pink tongue could give someone as much pleasure as it had just given Aunt Martha.
"Now, Timmy," said Martha, "I'm going to do something very nice to you. Something that you're going to like. I'm going to take your sweet little prick into my mouth and suck all over it."
"Gosh, Aunt Martha," he said with surprise. "You mean you're going to suck it into your mouth? What's that called?"
"It's called going down on you, or just plain eating you." Martha told Timmy to lie down on the bed. She crawled over him and began to examine his pink hairless little balls and caressing his immature little penis. Fully erect, it was just a little bigger and fatter than her middle finger. She wondered how the dear little think would feel going in and out of her pussy.
Timmy lay back, his hands behind his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. This is going to be great, he thought. Just lying here and having Aunt Martha eat my prick till it cums. I wonder what that'll feel like? Shooting all my cum into her mouth.
Martha began to caress and fondle his small testes. She bent over and sucked them gently into her mouth. Timmy moaned his pleasure. She ran her fingers gently over the underside of the tiny sacs while she rolled them enticingly in her mouth. She spit them out and began to examine the child's immature penis.
How darling and pink it is, she thought. So clean and shiny. Martha took the smooth little organ into her mouth and gently begin to lick and suck on it. Her ovaled mouth went up and down and over the silky head.
Timmy moaned. Never in all his life had he felt anything so good as this. I've just got to tell the guys about this, he thought.
Martha continued her lavish attention on his prick. While sucking on the little tool, she began to probe his tiny pink anus with her index finger. Gently, she worked her finger inside the tiny shithole. Timmy squealed his joy at this new experience. His organ began to swell as big as it could get and Martha knew that, within a few seconds, he would be shooting his wad of hot sticky boycum into her mouth. Up and down the silky wet shaft, she sucked, her finger moving in and out of his asshole. Timmy continued to wail, the noise coming more often and louder. Martha felt his balls tighten and his little prick stiffen. Timmy's body became inert and still and Martha knew that any moment the juice would hit the roof of her mouth. She increased the pumping of her finger. With a loud cry, Timmy began to shoot his fresh cum into her mouth. Spurt after hot spurt of the sticky fluid poured into Martha's greedy throat. She adored sucking on little Timmy's cock and wondered if there were any other boys who would allow her to do the same thing to their dicks. She felt horribly wicked and excited. Her pussy was creaming and throbbing and for the first time in her life, Martha wasn't concerned with her physical needs. She was enjoying eating Timmy's prick too much. The sensation of having him cum in her mouth was the most thrilling thing that had happened in a long time. Timmy's squeals of joy began to subside as the last drops of his cum spurted into her mouth.
Martha released his limp cock from her lips. She looked up into Timmy's smiling face. "Did you like the way I ate your prick, Timmy?"
"Golly gee, Aunt Martha. That was the greatest thing that I've ever felt. It was as good as when I was eating your pussy. Can I try and stick it in you now?"
"I don't think so, Timmy. We've been at this entirely too long as it is. We wouldn't want Uncle George to find us like this, would we?" As much as Martha craved having his stiff little tool pistoning in and out of her pussy, she had to push aside those feelings for the time being.
"I guess not," said Timmy reluctantly. "When can we do it again, Aunt Martha? I want you to show me how to stick it into your cunt. I bet that'll feel just swell on my prick, won't it?"
"Yes, dear," replied Martha. "You'll enjoy it even more. Now get dressed and run along before Uncle George and the other boys begin to wonder where you've gotten to."
Timmy quickly dressed and kissed Martha affectionately on the cheek and raced out of the house. Martha went into the bathroom to take a shower again and wash off any signs of their ellicit union. She wondered what George would say if he had found them together, Martha merrily sucking on Timmy's erect cock? She smiled happily to herself. I wonder what size pricks the fifteen-year-olds have? she thought lewdly. I have to have one of them fucking me. I don't know how I'll work it, but I'll find a way!
CHAPTER FOUR
Timmy raced down the hill toward the lake. Uncle George had just finished giving the archery lesson. Good, thought Timmy. He didn't even miss me.
"Hi, Uncle George," Timmy called approaching the circle of boys.
"Well there you are!" mumbled George. "I was beginning to think you ran off somewhere into the woods and got lost."
"Oh, no," Timmy said. "I felt a little sick so I thought I'd lie down for a while. I feel fine now."
The day passed by quickly with Martha dreaming about seducing the rest of the boys in the camp, and George merrily dreaming about having another fuck session with Cindy Potter.
I'll have to find some excuse to get down to the agency later this afternoon, he thought. Cindy said she'd meet me there to sign the rest of the papers and close the deal.
George told Martha that he had to stop by the agency to see Mrs. Potter. Martha was happy to see George go, for she had visions of another session with Timmy.
When Timmy got back to the dormitory, several of the boys asked him about his whereabouts. They had seen him heading for the house, not the dormitory, and wanted to know what was up.
"Well, you're not going to believe this," Timmy said, "but Aunt Martha sucked my cock. I had a great cum right in her mouth!"
"Aw, shit, you're a liar," Brian Wentworth said. "You're just making that up. You don't even know what a cock's for?"
"I do too," whined Timmy, defending his manhood. "It's for getting big and stiff and sticking in hot juicy cunt! I even ate Aunt Martha's pussy till she came in my mouth! So there, Brian."
The boys stood agast, hardly believing what Timmy was telling them.
"Okay, smarty," Brian said, "if you did all you said you did, when're you and Aunt Martha going to get it on again, because I'm going to be right there with you, watching you go down on her cunt!"
"Aw ... a ... I don't know," Timmy said. "She didn't exactly tell me where the next time would be. She just sort of lets it happen kinda natural like. I know it's when Uncle George isn't around, or when he's busy with you guys. That's what we were doing this morning when you were having archery lessons, and yesterday Aunt Martha jerked me off at the lake, right in the water!"
"Yeah, you're full of shit, Timmy. What would Aunt Martha want with a little pimple like you? I bet your dick doesn't even get as big as my middle finger!"
The boys began to laugh hysterically, and Timmy got red and started to yell. "I'm not lying, it's true!" he yelled to the hysterical boys who were rolling on the floor in spasms. "I heard Uncle George tell Aunt Martha he was going back to the agency late this afternoon. When he leaves, Aunt Martha and I'll get it on. You'll see! I'm not lying. She said I made her cum wonderful. "You're just jealous 'cause she didn't eat any of you!"
"Okay, okay, you little twirp," sneered Brian. "Just remmeber I'm going to be right there with you, and I bet you ol' Aunt Martha'll blister your ass when you ask her to eat your cock!"
All the boys laughed and Timmy snuck over to his bunk and pouted, waiting for Uncle George to leave. The rest of the boys plopped down in front of the TV set. It was their two hours to do whatever with they wanted. It also gave George and Martha a chance to catch a second breath.
"Hey, Timmy," called Brian a little later. "Uncle George just got into his car and left. Now's your chance to go over and see Aunt Martha. Come on! I'm right behind you."
Timmy reluctantly got up and followed Brian toward the house. He didn't like the idea of having Brian along. What would he tell Aunt Martha, that Brian came to fuck her too? She would probably be very angry with him for disclosing their secret. He had promised her he wouldn't say any ting to anybody about what they were doing. Brian would probably spoil everything. Aunt Martha would just tell him to forget the whole thing and never come near her again.
Aw, shit, thought Timmy. Why did I have to open my big mouth? Now I've ruined the whole thing between Aunt Martha and me.
Timmy got to the front door of the house and hesitated before knocking.
"Go on, knock on the door, dummy. Just don't stand there with your feet up your ass," sneered Brian.
Timmy knocked and called to Martha. She came to the door and was a little amazed to see Brian with Timmy, she was also a bit discouraged. When George had left, Martha had visions of her and Timmy getting it on again. This time she would let the dear child stick his rampant tool deep into her throbbing cunt. But there stood Brian, spoiling everything.
"Oh ... a .. hello, Timmy, Brian. What can I do for you? Is something the matter?"
"Oh, no, Aunt Martha," stammered Timmy. Shit, he thought what can I say to her? How can I tell her about Brian? He shifted his feet in the dirt and kicked a stone lying there.
"Aunt Martha," he piped timidly, bolstering up as much courage as he could, Brian ... well, I guess I broke the promise I made to you about not telling anybody. I told Brian and the rest of the boys and, a ... Brian wants to FUCK YOU TOO!" The last three words came squeeking out of Timmy's mouth.
Oh, dear, thought Martha. Oh, my! Her hand flew up to her face and she could feel it turn crimson. "Oh, Brian, I ... what must you think of me?"
"I don't think anything about you, Aunt Martha. I like you well enough. I just thought that since you and Timmy were getting it on, that uh ... well ... one or two more wouldn't make any difference. Would they?" Brian asked.
Martha was dumbfounded. What had she gotten herself into. It was bad enough to be seducing an innocent child of thirteen, but now it seemed that the other boys wanted to get in on some action too. My God, she thought, what am I going to do?
"Well, what's it going to be, Auntie Martha? Do I get to stick my cock up your pussy or not?" snarled Brian, getting very cocky and brazen.
Martha was infuriated by his insolence. It was bad enough he was asking her to fuck him, but she didn't like his haughty attitude to boot. He acted like it was coming to him. Without question!
"Just one minute, young man!" Martha said, quite angrily. "Let's get one thing straight, you're not in any position to be telling me what to do, especially with that nasty, cocky attitude! If I decide to do what you ask, you better show a little more consideration than what you just did. I won't tolerate insolence from any one of you. Is that absolutely clear?"
Brian looked down at his feet and mumbled. "I guess so, ma'am."
Timmy was grinning. Boy, Aunt Martha really put Brian in his place. Brian knew now that Timmy was telling the truth, and it made him feel big and important.
"Now," said Martha, "if you two boys are ready, we can proceed."
Brian looked up, a smile spreading across his face. Boy, he thought, she's really going to put out for us. So that little twirp was telling the truth, after all. Boy, this is going to be great!
Timmy and Brian followed Martha into the house like two hungry puppy dogs ... straight to the bedroom where Martha quickly ushered them in and locked the door.
"Now, boys," she whispered sexily, "strip off your clothes and let Aunt Martha see those darling little pricks of yours."
Both boys began eagerly to strip off their clothes, Martha watching with a sex-starved look in her eyes. As Brian slipped off his shorts to reveal his prick to Martha, she moaned as her eyes caught sight of the tool that jumped forth to attention. Brian's hot cock was bigger than she could have imagined for a fifteen-year-old. It was at least seven inches in length and smooth and thick. A few golden hairs were barely visible around the tight pink testicles that hung below it. Martha greedily licked her lips. This was more than she had bargained for. Not only was she going to have Timmy's little cock to fondle, but Brian's big beautiful tool too.
Her pussy was going to love it immensely. It was already beginning to get hot and sticky with vaginal secretions. The aching in her groin began to rapidly increase and Martha knew that she couldn't wait much longer. She'd fondle and caress them later, right now she had to have Brian's throbbing prick buried deep inside her steaming cuntal walls.
"Come here, Brian," cooed Martha, as she quickly tore off her dress and underwear. She sprawled across the large bed and patted it eagerly, summoning Brian to get on with her.
Brian hopped onto the bed beside Martha.
"What about me?" whined Timmy. "Gosh, Aunt Martha, have you forgotten about me already?"
"No, of course not, dear," sighed Martha. "While Brian sticks his cock into me, I'll eat yours. How does that sound, Timmy?"
"Wow, great," he said. "Suck it in there, hurry. I want to shoot off in your mouth like I did before."
Timmy crawled up toward Martha's head and eagerly grasped his pink tool, preparing to shove it into Martha's throat. Brian crawled up between her legs and clumsily tried to shove his erect prick into her pussy. Obviously this was his first time and he missed his mark. Martha could feel the hard staff bruise against the outer lips of her pussy. She reached between their bodies and guided his hot boyfuck tool into her steaming hole.
A moan of satisfaction escaped Brian's lips. He thrust forward and buried his dick deep inside. "Holy shit," he moaned. "It's hotter than hell inside there." Brian had never felt anything as good as this. The hotness of Martha's cuntal walls and the way it was greedily clutching at his prick was going to make him shoot his cum quickly. He couldn't hold it back for very long. Brian began to pump his boycock in and out of Martha's foaming pussy. She was moaning and humping her ass up to meet Brian's quick jabs. She knew that this was his first time and that he would soon shoot his sperm deep inside her belly. His erect cock was bringing Martha to the climax that she had so long dreamed about having. Finally, after all her imaginary visions, she had not one but two hot pricks to contend with, and she was in heaven. Martha sucked and licked with maddening frenzy on Timmy's little tool. He was moaning and Martha knew that she was bringing him pleasure as well.
"Suck my cock, Aunt Martha," he pleaded. "Eat all of it. Lick on my balls too! Suck my hot cock till it shoots all its sticky cum into your mouth. Uhh, uhh."
Martha continued to do as Timmy asked. She ran her tongue greedily and quickly down and over the smooth, ruby head of his prick. She nibbled down the shaft toward his tiny hairless balls. She began to gently suck them into her mouth and roll them around on her tongue. Martha decided to lick his little pink asshole, too, and without further hesitation she dipped her tongue inside the wrinkled brown nut of his anus. Timmy squealed with delight.
"Lick it, Aunt Martha," he moaned. "Stick your tongue right up my ass. Oohhh, it feels so good. Look, Brian, Aunt Martha has her tongue up my asshole and she's eating it."
Brian hadn't missed a thing. He was rapidly getting hotter and hotter as he drove his ready-to-burst shaft deep inside Martha's clutching cunt. Just watching her licking and sucking on Timmy's little cock was driving him crazy, and when he saw her dip her tongue into the child's ass, his prick almost burst with excitement. It was just too much for him, the first time.
"Aw, shit, Aunt Martha," he whined. "My prick's going to shoot now. Geez, I'm sorry, it's starting. Shit, I'm cumming. Oooohh, oooh." Brian felt a burning flame shoot from deep inside his testicles and up through the root of his cock, the fiery flame releasing his load of fresh boycum deep inside Martha's clutching pussy.
As Brian began to scream with pleasure, Martha began to feel her climax, along with Timmy's rising to the surface. She pulled his prick deep into her throat so she could gulp down all of his fiery juice. Timmy's excited little prick began to shoot, and Martha could feel the jolts of sperm hitting the roof of her mouth. She greedily gulped down the hot liquid, licking her lips, not wanting to miss one drop of Timmy's precious fluid. As the last drop shot from his cock, Martha felt a burning flame shooting up her clit and tearing into her pussy. Her cunt began to pulsate and throb around Brian's cum-shooting cock.
She squeezed and clutched him to her breast and cried out loudly with passion. "Oh, Brian, Timmy," she moaned. "My cunt's cumming too. Ooohhh, my God. Ooohhh. Ohhhhh." Martha screamed loudly with her mounting passion and, back in the dormitory, the rest of the boys nudged each other and grinned as they all heard the delighted screams and moans of passion from the Dunkin household, each one secretly awaiting his moment of elated passion.
Martha, Brian and Timmy fell back on the bed, entwined in each other arms, Martha gently caressing each of them. It had been wonderful, better than she could have dreamed. She began wondering how many of the other boys would be interested in sex with her while George was off somewhere. Surely none of the boys would ever tell.
Brian reached over and began to fondle and pinch a turgid nipple on Martha's big breast. Feeling extremely brazen, he took the fiery nipple into his mouth and began to bite and suck on it. With his other hand he rubbed Martha's twin until it, too, was burning and stiff.
Timmy was feeling a little left out. He pushed Brian's hand off Martha's left breast and sucked the pink nipple into his mouth.
Martha cooed with elation. Having both her breasts sucked at the same time was delicious. She began fondling their cocks that had minutes before given her extreme pleasure. Within seconds, the two pieces of boyfuck meat were straining and hot in her hands. She knew that they were ready for more action, and she was too. Her pussy was already beginning to ache and burn and crave more hard cock. Martha's hands pumped faster and faster on the two pricks that were now stiff and erect.
"Brian," moaned Martha, "sit on my face and let me suck your prick until it shoots into my mouth. Timmy, you can get down between my legs and eat my cunt. Afterward, I'll let you stick it in me. How does that sound, boys?"
They grinned. Anything and everything was okay with them, just so long as they got to stick their cocks into Martha's mouth or cunt. Old Martha was beginning to look better and better to them as the minutes ticked on.
Brian moved up toward Martha's head and knelt forward, his erect cock barely brushing against her ovaled mouth. She was ready to take an erect penis into her greedy cavern.
Timmy scooted down between her legs and began to rub his thumb over Martha's highly aroused clit. She moaned with eager anticipation as Timmy grated his thumb back and forth and around in circles. Martha's cuntal juices were beginning to flow and Timmy eagerly dipped his tiny finger into the hole to capture all the sticky fluid. He withdrew his finger and licked it clean of Martha's cuntal secretions.
"Um, Aunt Martha," he moaned. "Gosh, your cunt juice sure tastes good. It tastes better each time I lick it."
Martha shivered as the hot, tingling sensations swept throughout her body. She reached up and drew Brian's throbbing shaft into her mouth. With one hand she gently caressed his swollen balls, her other tickling the length of his shaft.
Brian moaned with happiness. "Shit, Aunt Martha, you sure know how to make a guy's cock feel great!"
Brian pumped his prick in and out of Martha's hot oral cavern. She licked and sucked greedily on it, running her tongue over the tip. Drops of per-coital semen were dripping off the end, and Martha happily lapped them into her throat.
Timmy continued working on Martha's cunt with his fingers. When he was satisfied playing around with Martha's clit, he darted his tongue forward and began to lick and suck on her frothing cunt. He grated it back and forth around the clit, down and into her hole, savoring all the cuntal juices that were copiously flowing from the tiny cavern. He darted his tongue in and out of the hole like a miniature penis.
Martha moaned with excitement. She had taught him the art of cunt lapping expertly. Timmy was confident and sure of himself. He knew he was turning Martha on, and it made him feel like a grown man. He could lick anybody's cunt to total satisfaction. He was eager to experiment on some of his young girl friends back home. He increased his oral adoration of the juicy morsel before him. Timmy figured that Aunt Martha might like to have a finger shoved up her ass, so he licked one of his fingers, coating it with spit and proceeded to shove it into her tight brown shit hole.
Martha moaned as Timmy brutally rammed his finger up her asshole. He wiggled it around inside and shoved it in and out. I wonder how my cock would feel up there? he thought. I'll have to ask Aunt Martha if she'd let me stick it in there. I'm sure she'll like it.
Timmy pistoned his finger in and out and licked back and forth on Martha's cunt. Loud slurping sounds were the only things that could be heard from the three lovers.
Brian began to pinch and caress the turgid pink nipples on Martha's gigantic breasts. He had never seen a pair quite as big as hers and, although they were a bit flabby, Brian decided that he liked them immensely. Aside from licking pussy, he liked titties best. His greatest thrill was to engulf the fiery nipples into his mouth and bite and suck on them until they were stiff and hot. He mashed the orbs in his hands and tweaked the nipples until they were stiff and burning. Martha whimpered with joy as the two boys lavished attention to her body.
Martha felt Brian's cock grow stiffer and hotter. The head of it was like a burning coal in her mouth and she knew that, with just a little more sucking, Brian would shoot his cum into her throat. She increased her licking and squeezed his balls tightly in her hands.
"Aw, shit, Martha," he growled with passion. "Eat my cock. Suck it all the way down into your throat. Lick the head. Suck it. Suck my cum right down into your belly. Shit, you suck cock good. Fuck my cock with your mouth. Uhhhh, uhhhh, fuck it, fuck it, good!"
Martha was spurred on by his filthy, hot words. She could feel her cunt begin to tingle and her clit to burn. Timmy was sucking her pussy into a tremendous climax. She knew that this one was going to be even better than the others. Timmy, sensing Martha was near her climax, began to swab his tongue over her clit faster and faster. Her increasing moans of pleasure were evident proof that she was beginning to cum. He licked harder and faster.
Martha sucked Brian's cock with the same equalled frenzy. She could feel his balls tighten and his cock become stiff as a rock. She knew he was cumming. Brian increased the pressure on Martha's tits as his climax began to sweep over him.
"Oh, Martha," he moaned. "My prick's going to shoot in your mouth. Get ready, the cum's going to shoot out. Now, now!" Brian yelped with passion and frenzy. His prick began to shoot hot wads of sticky boycum into Martha's mouth. She greedily gulped every drop down her throat, grunting and moaning with each swallow.
Timmy, hearing them moaning and groaning, knew they were cumming. His little prick began to shoot and he moaned into the foaming pussy beneath his tongue. He could feel the tiny clit on his tongue burn and throb. It quaked and pulsated in his mouth and he felt a gush of hot syrupy fluid. He dipped his tongue into Martha's fuckhole and greedily lapped up her cuntal juice with loud slurping sounds.
Martha spit Brian's cock out of her mouth. He slumped back on the bed, a smile spreading across his face. Timmy, too, flopped down between Martha's legs.
"Oh, boys," she cooed. "That fuck was just wonderful. You made me feel so good. I hope you both liked it."
"Oh, yeah," the boys groaned in unison. It was evident that all had been totally satisfied.
"Let's take a shower," Martha said. "Then, when we're all nice and clean, we can fuck some more. Is that okay, boys?"
Both boys grinned and nodded. This was great.
Aunt Martha was going to spend the whole day sucking and fucking them. They hadn't bargained for all that.
They jumped up and raced for the bathroom. Martha turned on the shower and all three stepped in. They began washing each other. Martha handed Brian and Timmy each a bar of soap. Brian began rubbing a rich lather over Martha's huge tits. He squeezed and pinched her soapy nipples until they looked like tiny red mountains, capped with snow. Timmy began soaping her pussy. With one hand he began to rub the rich lather between the lips of her pussy. Martha closed her eyes as the boys cleansed her body. Timmy dipped his soapy finger into her cunt and began to work it in and out. Loud squishing sounds could be heard as his finger worked faster and faster. Martha moaned with satisfaction. Timmy knew that with a little more finger-fucking, he would bring Martha to another blasting climax.
"Does my finger feel good in your cunt, Aunt Martha?" he asked.
"Oh, Timmy," she whimpered, "it's making my pussy so hot. I'm going to cum in just a minute. Keep fucking me with your finger. Shove it into my cunt faster. Uhhh, uummmm," she moaned.
Brian brutally squeezed Martha's tits in his hands. Martha reached out and began to soap the length of Brian's fully erect cock. He spread his legs far apart so Martha could pinch and tickle his balls at the same time. His cock was slippery and white with foamy soap bubbles. Martha's hand jerked over its length faster and faster and Timmy moaned his approval.
"Jerk it off good, Martha," he growled. "Fuck my prick till it squirts."
"Turn around toward Brian," said Timmy. "Brian, finish finger-fucking Aunt Martha's cunt while I stick my cock up her asshole. Is that okay, Aunt Martha?"
"Oh, yes, Timmy dear," she moaned. "I was hoping one of you would suggest that. It sounds like an absolutely filthy, exciting idea. I'm ready. Hurry, shove it up my ass!
Timmy smiled. Gosh, this is going to be great. Imagine, sticking my prick up somebody's ass. Wow!
Timmy soaped the length of his erection, then worked up a foamy lather around the puckered opening of Martha's asshole. He grasped his tool in his small hand and guided the slippery head toward its goal. "Bend over a little, Martha," Timmy said.
Martha bent forward and Timmy shoved his cock straight into Martha's virginal asshole. "Oh," she moaned. Her body shivered at this new intrusion. Only in her wildest visions had she thought about having someone stick their cock up her ass, and now it was really happening. Timmy had jammed the length of his cock up there and it felt wonderful! Better than she thought it would.
Timmy shoved his prick in and out of her asshole with short quick jabs. Geez! What a great feeling! I've never felt anything quite as good as this. It's even better than sticking it in her pussy.
Brian continued to shove his finger in and out of Martha's hot, foaming pussy. He worked it deeper and deeper into her cuntal chamber. Brian drew Martha toward him and smashed her mouth to his. They greedily sucked each others tongues in a mad dance of simulated fucking. Martha moaned as tingling thrills coursed up and down her spine. George had never kissed her that way. She doubted if he even knew how.
Timmy pumped his cock in and out of her ass and reached around to grasp Martha's mammoth tits and gently caress them. He squeezed and pinched on the hot nipples that immediately jumped to attention.
"Squeeze my titties," hissed Martha, completely engrossed in her perverted desires. "Ram your cock all the way up my ass, Timmy. Brian, fuck my cunt with your fingers. Make me cum, make me cum good!"
The two boys continued their work eagerly. Never in all their young lives had they experienced anything like this.
Martha continued to jerk on Brian's throbbing tool. She could tell it was getting ready to shoot a hot load of creamy cum into her hand. She labored over the stiff rod, completely engrossed in the idea of watching it shoot. Brian was moaning louder and jerking his hips back and forth to equal Martha's expert strokes. His balls began to tingle and burn and he knew that he was about to cum.
"Shit, Martha," he groaned. "My cock's going to spit. It's getting ready to shoot right in your hand. Here it cums! Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, ooohhhh!"
Brian pumped his cock into Martha's hand. Thick spurts of creamy white semen jetted out and dropped into the soapy water swirling around Martha's feet. As Brian started to cum, he increased the motion of his finger up Martha's ready-to-climax cunt. He brutally thrust it in and out, unaware that he was hurting her.
Martha didn't care. She liked being hurt. It felt good. Her clit began to throb and burn. Her climax shot through her body like an unchained bolt of lightning.
As Martha began to scream, Timmy couldn't stand it any longer. His rampant little tool was so excited by the moans of pleasure from his companions that his cock began to spurt his cum into Martha's tight asshole.
"Shit, my cock's cumming too," Timmy wailed. "Oh, fuck, it's good. So fucking good! Oohhh, uuuh."
"Geez, Aunt Martha," Brian said, "that was even greater than the last one. Each time is better than before. Boy, is it ever great to cum. Sure makes your cock feel extra good. Did your pussy like cumming as much as our cocks did?"
"Oh, yes, dears," cooed Martha. "It was just wonderful. I'm looking forward to the next time with much anticipation. Do the other boys know what we're doing?"
"Shit, yeah, Aunt Martha," Brian said. "They're looking forward to fucking you too." He snickered as he looked over at Martha to see what her reaction would be.
"Oh, dear, really?" she said. "Well, perhaps I can do something for the other boys. But as far as you're concerned, Brian, if you don't get rid of that smart alecky attitude of yours, it'll be your last time! Understand?"
"Okay, okay, Aunt Martha," he said sheepisly. I better watch myself or I'll talk myself right out of a good piece of ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
George raced down the gravel roadway on his way to the agency. He was in a great hurry to get there to meet Cindy. He was anticipating another meeting with her in the old Bradley house. This time he could spend the whole afternoon and part of the evening with her. Old Martha could take care of things back at the camp. Besides, if she couldn't, George really didn't care. He was going to enjoy himself with Cindy one way or the other, without worrying about what Martha was going to say when he didn't come right back.
George's car squealed into the agency driveway. Cindy's car was already there. She was seated behind the wheel, waiting for him.
George honked his horn as he pulled up. Cindy got out of her car and came over to George's car and got in.
"Hi, Georgie Porgie," she cooed.
"Hi, you sexy bitch," growled George. "Ready for some of my big hot cock?"
"You bet," moaned, Cindy, cuddling up to him. "I swore that I wouldn't, but the more I kept thinking about your juicy cock, the hotter my naughty pussy got, so I decided it wouldn't do any good to worry about it any more. So here I am, horny as hell. You better give me one good fuck, Georgie."
"This big prick of mine will give you all the fucking you could ask for," said George as he lewdly grasped the bulge between his legs. "I'm going to fuck you the rest of the afternoon and all night. I might just spend the whole night chewing on your clit. How would you like that, my sexy cunt?"
"Georgie, how nasty you are!" snickered Cindy. "However, if you want to suck on my cunt all night, that's all right with me. I love having my juicy pussy eaten. It's almost better than having a big cock shoved up there."
"Good," growled George, pulling up in front of the Bradley house. "Here we are, so let's get in there and get down to business. After all, we do have some business to take care of, you pussy you!"
They raced into the house and George began tearing his clothes off. "Get those things off, cunt. Hurry up, my prick's ready to burst. I think I'll let you suck it while I eat your clit. I feel like swallowing a little cunt juice right now. How about you? Do you think you'd like to run your hot tongue all over this big shaft of mine, until it shoots its sticky load into your throat?"
Cindy stood before George, naked, gently probing her pussy lips with one finger. She spread her legs apart and pistoned her digit in and out of her cunt. "As you can see by all this juice, Georgie, my cunt's more than ready to be sucked on. And my mouth is just watering at the prospect of swallowing your cum. Here, lick this and tell me if you like the way it tastes." Cindy waved her middle finger in front of George's nose. It was coated with thick gobs of cunt juice. George snaked out his tongue and licked her finger clean.
"Um, baby," moaned George. "Your cunt's going to taste just great! Let me at it. Lie down and spread your legs so I can crawl right into your juicy snatch and gobble it up."
Cindy lie down and spread open her long, creamy legs. George inched up between them until he was only inches away from her cunt. He took in a deep breath to catch the heady aroma of her frothing vagina.
George fingered her clit and ran his finger around the tiny nub, slowly at first, then building up speed. He twirled the miniature penis with his thumb and middle finger. Cindy threw her head from side to side and moaned with pleasure. George dipped another finger into her dripping hole and pistoned it in and out. It was driving Cindy wild.
"Stick your tongue in my pussy, Georgie," she hissed. "Quit all this fooling around and suck on it till I squirt my cum into your mouth. Hurry, eat my cunt. Fuck it with your long, hot tongue."
A low growl came from somewhere inside George. He dipped his head forward and began to greedily suck Cindy's highly aroused cunt. She moaned and screamed with pleasure as George's tongue grated back and forth across her clit. He jammed one finger into her cuntal chamber and brutally jammed another into her anus. Cindy screamed. George licked on, excited by her moans and screams of pleasure. He was going to suck her pussy until she came in his mouth, then he was going to ram his giant prod into her hole and fuck her until she couldn't stand up.
George was going to take advantage of this opportunity. He was going to use the whole afternoon and the rest of the night to satiate his long-neglected need. To hell with Martha. He didn't care. He had his tongue wrapped around a sexy clit and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
George licked on. Cindy's cunt was so hot George could feel the heat from it against his face. Spurts of hot juice were running out of her cunt, squishing around his fingers as he drove them in and out with brutal force. Cindy was well on her way to reaching a fiery climax, he could tell by the way she was humping her ass into the air to meet his fevered sucking.
"Oh, oh, Georgie," she whined. "Eat it, suck it, faster, harder. My pussy's going to cum. Ohhh, ooohhh!"
Cindy wrapped her legs tightly around George's head, almost crushing it with her rapture and passion. Oh, God, she thought. His tongue feels so good. Oh, I'm going to cum. My cunt's starting to tingle and burn. It feels so fucking good. George sure does know how to suck a girl's cunt to make it feel good. Oh, I'm cumming.
George grinned as he felt Cindy's pussy begin to throb and pulsate beneath his tongue. He licked harder and faster, wanting to bring her to a full, smashing, flesh-tearing climax. By the screams of passion and thrusting of her hips, George knew that he had done just that. Cindy had reached the boiling point and he was feeling quite proud of the way she was begging him for more. He had this cunt right where he wanted her. She was his from then on.
"Stick your cock in me, honey," Cindy pleaded. "I need to feel your big hot prick ramming into my cunt. Hurry, Georgie, please!"
"Not yet," hissed George. "I feel like having my cock sucked. Get down here and wrap your hot lips around this big shaft! Hurry up! Before I decide not to fuck you any more."
Cindy burned with more passion. She was afraid not to do as George bidded. She needed his prick in her cunt, badly. Having her pussy sucked on was just the beginning. She needed to get some cock now. Lots of cock. George had promised that they were going to spend the afternoon and night doing just that. Cindy moved down and hunched over George's splayed form. His prick was stiff and erect. George was gently caressing the root of his long staff, rubbing and gently playing with his balls to heighten his passion. Cindy watched him greedily.
George looked at Cindy who had her eyes feasted on his throbbing member. "Like to watch me play with my cock, huh?" George asked.
Cindy nodded and licked her dry lips. She had never watched anyone jerk off. It was exciting to watch. George ran his hand up and down the length of his shaft, slowly at first then faster.
"Suck on the head," ordered George.
Cindy opened her mouth and sucked in the spongy cap of George's prick. She licked and sucked over the red tip as George continued to rub his hand over its length. Cindy sucked in more of George's immense cock. Her ovaled mouth was like a vacuum that was preparing to suck clean the long tube it was working over. George reached out with his other hand and began to pinch and squeeze one red nipple of Cindy's beautifully coned breast. It immediately popped to attention. He pinched and squeezed it harder. Cindy moaned as the searing pain inflicted on her titty heightened her passion. She licked the length of his prick, running her tongue over its length and down and under the heavy sacs that were drawn tightly up. Cindy sucked one of the hairy testicles into her mouth and gently rolled it around on her tongue. George moaned with satisfaction. Cindy sucked in the other out and did the same to it. With her other hand she gently began to probe the tight brown opening of George's ass. She spit his balls out of her mouth and sucked on her finger, coating it with enough saliva to penetrate the anal opening without too much pain. She began to work her finger around the tight opening, then she shoved it in.
Cindy shoved and dug her finger into the greasy passage as far as it would go. George squirmed with pleasure. The moment Cindy began playing around with his asshole, George knew that his climax wouldn't be far off. It always triggered his blast j whenever his asshole was played with. George j recalled as a young man that this was the heightening of his pleasure. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone digging their finger up there.
Cindy continued her lavish adoration of his j prick, licking and sucking the swollen shaft deep I into her throat.
"Suck it good, baby," moaned George. "Suck j my cock all the way down into your throat." j George pushed Cindy's head down over his shaft. I He could feel the head brush against the back of her throat. Great, he thought. She sure can suck my cock good. Every time, is like the first time. It gets better and better.
Cindy almost gagged as she felt the mushroomed head of George's gigantic prick sliding deep into! her throat. She was determined to eat all of it, to suck it until it began to shoot hot wads of sticky fluid into her mouth. She licked and sucked it I faster. Cindy wanted to make George cum asj quickly as possible so he could shove his mammoth erection deep into her cunt. It was aching for his i big prick and the thought of having the immense organ buried deep inside her was driving her crazy. Cindy worked her finger insanely in and out of George's hot bowels. As she labored over his prick, she watched George's face distort with passion and lust. She knew that she was doing a good job of sucking his cock by the way it was beginning to swell and harden. Cindy knew that within seconds it would shoot off in her mouth, then she could have it where she craved it the most.
George moaned as Cindy continued sucking the length of his tool. It felt so good to have her finger shoved up his ass, and each time she pushed it in further, he knew that his balls would soon begin to shoot their wad of semen into her lusting mouth.
"Suck it good," he howled. "Oh, shit, I'm going to cum. My prick's going to shoot into your mouth, Cindy. Are you ready? Here it comes! Uhhh, aaaahh. Oh, fucking good!"
Cindy smiled as she felt the spurts of white sticky fluid hitting the back of her throat. She greedily gulped down all the cum as it shot into her oral cavern. She licked all around his cock head, not wanting to miss one drop of the sticky fluid. Cindy sat back and licked her lips. A long string of George's cum connected their bodies like a spider's web. She scooped it up with her finger and greedily swallowed it down.
"Like that, Georgie?" she cooed. "Did you cum good?"
"You bet it was good," George said. "It gets better all the time." His hands began to roam the length of her lush frame. His fingers gently trailed a path from the top of her shoulder down over and around her tender breasts and down over the flat of her smooth belly, aiming directly for the little forest of love hiding between her sinewy legs.
"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "I'm so hot. I need your big cock in my pussy. Hurry, shove it in. NOW!"
George pushed Cindy's legs up so they were crushing against her huge breasts. He bent down and began to lick around Cindy's sensitive anus. He knew she would like that and he got a big thrill out of teasing her. His tongue whirled and lashed against the puckered opening. He licked and tongued the little brown eye that squinted up at him. He began to run his tongue over her gaping slit, now seeping gobs of juice. Cindy moaned and wiggled her ass as George dipped his tongue into the pink opening. He began to lick and suck all the sticky secretions that poured forth. His tongue darted in and out like a tiny penis. He moved up and engulfed the tiny nub of her clitoris between his teeth. Slowly he began to nibble on it. Cindy shivered and moaned as fiery thrills tore through her pussy.
"Georgie," she moaned with a tremor in her voice. "Hurry, please don't tease me any more. Shove it in my cunt. Please, please. I have to have your big prick in my cunt, NOW!"
George smiled as he increased the nibbling of her clit. He was going to tease her until she was about ready to cum, then he would stop. It would make the fucking even better if he kept her hanging on the edge, make her climax even stronger. Cindy continued to moan and beg to be fucked, but George ignored her frenzied pleas. He was enjoying this sadistic little game and he intended to play it right up to the end. His tongue continued to grate and rasp over the small protuberance beneath his tongue. Cindy began to arch her hips into the air and pump her ass back and forth in fucking rhythm. George knew that she was almost there, just a second more. Cindy began to moan and cry. She was about to reach her peak of ecstasy. He halted his lavish attention of her pussy as suddenly as he had begun.
Cindy's eyes popped open with surprise. "What are you doing?" she cried. "Don't stop now. Please, I was about to cum. Why did you stop, George? What's the matter? Please, make me cum!"
George looked down and smiled at the surprised Cindy. "In a minute," he replied with a sadistic smile spreading across his face. George began to rub his hand over her quaking mound. Cindy knew he was teasing her and, at first, she hated him for doing it to her, but as George continued to rub his hand over her pussy lips, hate gave way to sex-filled hunger. She closed her eyes and savored the tingling sensation that was rising in her cunt.
George was ready to stick his cock deep inside her now. He pulled apart her legs and crawled between them. He knelt above her, his pudgy hands grasping the near-bursting tool between his legs. He began to run his hand up and down the length until it was sufficiently hard and throbbing. He penetrated Cindy with one brutal thrust.
She screamed in agony as George's prick plowed forward, slamming his rampant cock inside her hot chamber of love. Gradually though, Cindy began to meet his thrusts with the same brutal force. Each time George pushed his prick forward, Cindy upheaved her ass to meet his powerful strokes.
"Uhhhh, uhh," she moaned with ecstasy. "Fuck me, Georgie, fuck me with that big, beautiful prick of yours. Make me cum good."
George worked his cock in and out, slowly, then withdrawing the head completely and then shoving it back in with all the force he could get behind it. Cindy met every forward pitch. She was nearing her climax. George had done a good job of licking her pussy and now she was on the verge of a tremendous climax. She knew this one was going to be far better than all the others. She could feel a tingling, burning sensation rising deep inside her belly. Her pussy began to maddeningly throb and pulsate and, within seconds, Cindy's climax swept over her like a cascading waterfall hitting the rocks below. A burst of fire ripped through her cunt, causing her body to quiver and shake. It seemed to start at the tip of her toes and work its way swiftly up through her body.
"I'm cumming, Georgie," she screamed. "Your prick is making my cunt cum. Here it is! Ohhh, ohh, God, George!"
George felt Cindy's clitoris throbbing and the inner walls of her cuntal chamber squeezing and contracting around the swollen shaft of his prick. He felt his own climax pouring down over him. The fire ball tore through his balls and shot the length of his cock, spitting forth a torrent of hot, sticky lava into the chamber it was nestling inside.
George slumped down on top of Cindy. The last spurts of semen subsided and began to seep onto the floor in a large, wet pool.
"Like that, cunt?" growled George. Cindy moaned her approval.
By far, it had been the best climax she had ever reached. George really knew his job and Cindy knew that she couldn't deny her body the pleasure that George was giving her. She made up her mind that she would just have to work something out when Hank came home. His love making could never equal George's. Five minutes of fucking was all that Hank, a young, twenty-three-year-old could muster up. Cindy shuddered at the thought of solely depending upon him for her sexual release. No, she thought. I'm going to continue seeing George. He makes me feel good, better than Hank ever did. I'm not going to give it up. I'm not!
"What are you thinking about, honey?" George asked.
"Oh, a ... I was just thinking how good you make my pussy feel," sighed Cindy."
"Well, if you think that was good," replied George. "Wait until I stick this big shaft up your tight little ass."
"Oh, no, not that again. Please, George, not that!" cried Cindy, a fearful look in her big blue eyes.
"Yes, cunt," growled George. "I'm going to stick it up your ass again. I like it. It's nice and tight in there. You'll like it after I get it in. You'll see. You'll beg me to fuck your ass just like you did before."
George grasped the long, fat sausage that hung limply between his legs and began to rapidly thump his hand up and down the length, getting it hard and ready for the tight little box he was going to package his big piece of meat in. Cindy watched with fear as George began jerking on his dick ... it was exciting to watch. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the small red sausage begin to grow more before her eyes. "Ohhh," she moaned.
When George was satisfied that his prick was big and hard enough to ram up her ass, he pushed Cindy down on the floor. 'Turn over, cunt," he hissed. Cindy got up on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in George's pudgy face.
George guided the massive shaft of his cock toward the puckered tight eye that was squinting up at him, tightly shut as though to block out the sight of the massive invader that was approaching it. The bulbous purple head pressed against the tight anal ring and with a loud yell, George thrust forward with all his might and power, the head of his cock tearing past the small anal passage before it ... resisting no longer, the powerful head had gained the ground it was seeking.
Cindy screamed in agony as she felt the head of George's immense prick thrust into her poor little asshole. It hurt even more than before. She could feel the agonizing pain as it ripped and tore past the pitiful small opening and breezed its way into her anal passage. She felt as though there were a huge spike driven into her anus and up into her belly. The pain was excruciating and Cindy couldn't stand it any longer.
"Take it out," she screamed. "Georgie, it hurts, please take it out. I don't like it. GEORGE!"
George ignored her cries of displeasure. He liked it. It was even tighter than before and it felt as though his prick was being slowly strangled. His balls began to tighten as he pumped his horny weapon in and out of Cindy's bruised rectum. George reached under her and, with one hand, began to flick her clit with the nail on his finger. Cindy began to relax. George increased his finger motion on her clit. Cindy was no longer protesting. She was again beginning to enjoy it. George had won. Soon she would be begging him to shove his prick all the way up her ass, and he was going to do just that. He continued to ram his prod all the way up her nether channel. Cindy felt George pull back and suddenly she felt the gigantic head of his cock surge forth into her cunt. He drove his spear in and out of her fuck chamber several times then, as Cindy began to enjoy it, he pulled his prick out and rammed it once more into her asshole. This time he shoved a little harder and, for a split second, Cindy thought he had torn clear through into her cunt. She screamed with displeasure, but George pumped on. His prick was ready to cum. He could feel his churning balls begin to tighten and his cock was engorged and throbbing with blood. It felt like the head of his cock was going to blow clean off.
"Oh, fuck me George," moaned Cindy. "Fuck your big cock in my ass. Make me cum. Uhhhh, ooohhh."
George increased his pumping and, with the last stroke, felt his balls begin to tingle and burn. The lightning swept up through the mammoth tool and shot forth streams of hot jism into Cindy's ass.
Cindy felt his cock spurting and her own climax went shooting through her body. The fire swept down over her, the heat of the blast centered on her throbbing clit.
"Georgie, she screamed. "I'm cumming. Oh, I'm there now. Oh, my God! It's good, ohh, ohh!" Cindy drifted off somewhere into oblivion. All she could feel was the sweet thrills and the burning fire tearing through her pussy. She drifted off into unconsciousness.
George rolled over beside the lifeless form of Cindy. Whew, he thought. That was fucking good. Guess I blew her mind, too. George looked over at the lush form of his lover. Boy, I sure dig fucking you, he thought. Look at that beautiful little pussy of yours.
George moved down between Cindy's legs. He poked at her foaming pussy and pried open the creamy lips to look inside. He dipped his finger into her slit and began to work it in and out. Her cuntal chamber was filled with her secretions. George removed his finger and licked off her cunt juice. "Ummm, good," he mumbled.
His finger wormed over her clit. He rubbed it back and forth over the tiny nub that was hiding behind its protective covering. George rubbed it faster.
Cindy dreamed that two handsome, six-foot studs were working her body over. She could feel her pussy being played with. She was getting hot again. One of the handsome young men was sucking attentively on her left breast, twirling the tiny pink nub between his teeth, biting and sucking it into a turgid erection.
Cindy moaned with passion. Her cunt was being sucked. She could feel a hot tongue rasping over her clit. It felt good! She automatically spread her legs apart so her dream lover could get in a bit closer. He continued to lick and suck on the tiny bump. Suddenly Cindy's eyes popped open. It wasn't a dream. Of course. Georgie. Dear, sweet Georgie was eating her cunt. She looked down between her legs. George smiled at her with his eyes.
"Oh, Georgie," she cooed. "Oh, suck my cunt. Suck it good. I want to cum right in your mouth. Oh, eat my juice out. Oh, fucking good!"
George grated his tongue over her clit. He stopped momentarily and coated his finger with thick saliva. He rammed it right up Cindy's asshole. She hunched upward to receive the full force of the invasion. George licked on. Cindy's cunt was beginning to flow heavily. Her cuntal secretions were smearing across George's face. He greedily lapped and sucked them up like a hungry puppy chewing on a mouth-watering bone. He pistoned his finger brutally in and out of Cindy's anal passage. She moaned with satisfaction. It was a wonderful feeling having a tongue licking her pussy and a finger stuck up her ass. She loved it.
George reached up with his other hand and began to squeeze the tiny pink bud of her voluptuous breast. He squeezed it as hard as he could, then ran his fingernails across her creamy mountain, leaving a raw trail of scratch marks across her breast.
George inserted another finger into her pussy. His two fingers worked their way in and out of both her passages. He continued to lick and suck on Cindy's clit. She writhed with passion on the floor of the deserted house, moaning and crying for George to eat her cunt faster.
"Georgie, oohh, suck on it. Oh, it feels so good. Yes, yes, eat my pussy. Eat it until I squirt my cum right into your mouth."
Her head rolled from side to side with passion and her squeals of joy and lust resounded off the walls.
George pushed two more fingers into her pussy. He thrust them in with as much force as he could. Cindy's cunt was filled as well as her anal passage. George was spurred on by her lusting wails of passion.
J wish I could shove my cock in there while I lick her cunt, he thought. Wow, would that be something else. I just can't seem to get enough of this hot cunt.
Cindy continued to wail as her lust increased. George was bringing her to another fierce climax. She hunched her ass into the air, almost knocking George off balance. Her legs were grasping the sides of George's head so tightly he thought for a moment that she would crush his skull during her frenzied lust.
His tongue squirled around the swollen nub while his fingers in both her channels increased in tempo.
Cindy began to feel a burning flame building within her and knew that she was on her way to another blast. The tingling, burning flame ripped through her cunt, tore into her quaking clit, and her pussy squeezed and pulsated around George's cramped fingers. He could feel it grasping them. It was a weird feeling.
"Oh, it's cumming, Georgie," Cindy screamed. "I'm cumming. Oh, lick it faster, suck all my cunt juice out. Ohhh, oohhh."
George was so excited by her filthy words of lust that his prick began to burst into a thousand stars. A thousand tiny clusters of fresh-made cum swept out and pooled between Cindy's long legs.
George moaned with pleasure. It had again been a great cum, for both of them. George rolled over on the floor. He smiled at the ceiling. What a cunt, he thought. What a great piece of ass I've found.
For a second a vision of dull Martha flashed across his mind. Just for a second, George wished that it was she he was fucking. What am I thinking a stupid thing like that for? he thought. I don't need Martha. Not any more. He glanced over at the nude, beautiful form of the girl that had just given him so much pleasure, but the thought remained. Wonder what it would be like to fuck old Martha after all these years? He contemplated it while inserting his finger once more in Cindy's juicy cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
Martha sat on the lake pier watching the boys playing in the water. Where is George? she thought. He's been gone most of the afternoon. The sun's almost down. Where can he be?
Martha couldn't imagine why George hadn't returned. She was thinking all kinds of thought. Perhaps he had gotten into an accident and was in a ditch somewhere, hurt. Perhaps she should call the police to see if they knew anything about George. Just as she rose to go to the phone, a small green car pulled into the driveway. A golden-haired boy got out and strolled over to Martha, a wide row of sparkling white teeth flashed at her.
"Mrs. Dunkin," I'm Arnold Gary. I'm here about the junior counselor job. You're still looking for someone, aren't you?"
It took Martha a moment to compose herself. Her eyes swept over the form of the handsome youth standing before her. His golden body glistened in the afternoon sun. Martha immediately noticed the huge bulge between his legs. The tight white slacks he was wearing didn't conceal the fact that he had a huge cock. Martha's mouth began to water. She could almost feel his big prick stuffed up her cunt.
"Oh ... a ... yes, of course," mumbled Martha. "We are still looking for a counselor. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen, ma'am," replied Arnold Gary.
"Oh, my," stuttered Martha. "Oh, aren't you a big one for your age?" Her eyes centered on the bulge in Arnold's slacks.
Arnold caught Martha looking at his cock and smiled. What a horny old broad, he thought. Not too bad looking. Nice big tits. If she'd lose a little weight, she'd be a pretty good looker. Nice face, too. It might prove very interesting working here.
Arnold responded to Martha's question. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am kinda bigger than most guys my age. Well, here's a list of the places I've worked before."
Martha took the sheet Arnold handed her. She hardly glanced over it. The moment he stepped out of the car, Martha knew she wanted him around. It might be quite interesting to see if she could seduce this young stud. She smiled and extended her hand. "You're hired," she said. "Welcome to Dunkin's Landing. I'm Martha Dunkin. My husband George is off somewhere. The counselor's cabin is right next to the boy's dormitory. Shall we?" Martha walked toward the cabin, Arnold following her. His eyes rested on the swell of her big ass as it wiggled in front of him. There was something quite sensual about this woman. Arnold had an impulse to reach out and pinch her rounded buttocks, but he thought better of it. Too soon. I'll wait and play it by ear, he thought.
"Come up to the house after you get unpacked," Martha said. "I'll fix you a bite to eat."
Arnold snickered. I know what I'd like to eat. A nice piece of hot pussy. I can tell that yours sure must be hot. Your old man must be a real dud! We'll see if Arnie can do something about that real soon!
Martha prepared Arnie some cold chicken and potato salad. She set two places. It was obvious that George wasn't coming home. Martha thought for a second about calling the police again, but decided against it. Her pussy was aching again and she decided to try and seducing this amply endowed youth before the evening closed. She began humming to herself.
Arnold Gary appeared at the doorway and knocked. "Hi, Mrs. Dunkin. I'm all unpacked and I introduced myself to the boys. They didn't seem too friendly, though I wonder why?"
"Oh, Arnold, come in please," cooed Martha. "Here, sit down. I've set a place for you. I guess George won't be coming home till much later, so we'll eat together."
"Oh, swell," Arnold said. Martha was glancing down at his prick again, and he suspected that she had things in mind other than eating the cold chicken and potato salad he noticed on the table.
They sat quietly eating their cold supper. Aside from their munching, the only sounds that could be heard were the yells of the boys in the dorm.
Martha picked up a chicken leg from her plate and began to lick the length of it. Arnold watched her intently. Woww, the way's she's eating that chicken leg, you might think she was chewing on some guys cock. Probably mine. Shit, she's making me hot. That old bitch! She sure is a cockteaser.
Martha's eyes were glued to Arnold's all the time she kept chewing and licking on the chicken leg. She ravenously tore off a piece and moaned as she greedily swallowed it. Martha licked her lips slowly, making sure she stuck her tongue all the way out and licked the sides of her lips. She had one hand under the table. He wondered if she was playing with her cunt.
Shit, he mused. This old dame's a gas! I bet she is playing with her pussy. Well, I'll play her little game. I'll let her think she's seducing me. This is going to be very interesting.
Martha continued eating with her left hand. Her right hand was busy poking at the distended nub between her legs. She wondered if Arnold knew what she was doing. By the way he was looking at her, she suspected he did. He also began greedily licking the leg of his chicken. Martha visualized him licking her pussy instead. The heat between her legs began to increase steadily. Arnold was chewing his meat and giving little grunts of pleasure as he did. Martha wiggled her bulbous butt on the chair. It was getting unbearable. I wish he'd do something,-she thought. Oh, he's putting his hand under the table. I wonder if he's rubbing his cock. Oh, I wish I could see. Perhaps I could pretend to drop something so I can see whether he's fondling that big shaft.
"Oh," Martha said as her fork hit the floor with a clatter. "How clumsy of me."
Arnie smiled. He knew she was going to look under the table to see what he was doing. Boy, was she ever going to get an eyeful. While Martha had been busily playing with herself, Arnie had unzipped the fly of his tight slacks and took out his prick. It was fully erect and hard. Wait till she sees how big it is. Boy! This is going to be fun! he thought.
Martha bent down to pick up the fork. Her eyes darted under the table. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes beheld the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen in her whole life. Arnie was gently running his hand over the thick length. A tiny drop of pear-like fluid was dripping from the piss slit. "Oh," she moaned. I want to suck and lick on that, she thought.
Martha's hand was shaking as she replaced her fork on the table.
"I see you found what you were looking for," Arnold said.
"Oh, yes, Arnold," mumbled Martha. "I better get another fork. Can I get you something while I'm up?"
"The question is, Mrs. Dunkin," he replied, "can I get you something while I'm up?" A broad, teethy smile broke across his face.
Martha blushed as the play on words hit her. Arnold Gary was asking her if she would like some of his big hot prick. Martha was shaking inside. Should she say yes? What would she be getting herself into? Not only was she fucking the young boys at the camp, but if she gave in to her impulses, she would be fucking this young, good-looking counselor as well. The ache in her groin was rapidly increasing. Why shouldn't she? After all, he was practically inviting her to romp with his long tool. She was becoming as horny as hell. Before Martha could make a decision, Arnie rose from the table, his long pink tool standing straight out from the opening in his tight slacks.
Martha's eyes grew wide and she gasped as she saw the boy's enormous cock bobbing before her eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, my," moaned Martha. "Arnold, what are you doing? You naughty boy. Put that big cock away immediately. What must you be thinking?"
Arnold stroked the length of his huge prick. Martha couldn't tear her eyes away from the lurid sight. Her pussy was beginning to cream and she knew that as he continued doing what he was, she would soon give in to her erotic desires.
"Look at my nice big prick," Arnie said. "Would you like me to stick this big hot thing right up your cunt?" He continued pumping on his massive organ. His hand increased speed and, within seconds, the head of his cock was burning red with passion.
Arnie stepped closer to Martha. It was as though she were mesmerized, hypnotized by the sight of the boy stroking the huge piece of meat swaying before her hungry eyes.
At first Arnie had decided to let Martha seduce him, but as the little game continued, Arnie decided that Martha was unsure of her feelings and might decide to back out. He would have to take the initiative before she decided what she was about to do was wrong.
Arnie stepped closer and, with his free hand, began to lift the hem of her dress. The material began to slowly rise over Martha's staunch form. Arnie watched intently, the leg band of Martha's white panties began to peep out from under her dress. Arnie could see the indented vee of her crotch and the shadowy valley between her legs, barely visible through the thin panties. Martha stood perfectly still. Inside, her body was trembling. Her pussy juice was flowing. Never had she felt anything quite like this. Arnie really knew how to tease. Martha felt stupid and unsure of herself in comparison to this obviously experienced youth of sixteen. He knew exactly what he was doing and wondered how many stupid old women he had done the same thing to.
Arnie continued to raise Martha's dress. It was being pulled over her voluptuous breasts. The huge mounds suddenly appeared as the last of Martha's dress was hauled over her head and thrown aside. Martha looked down and could see her own reflection. She saw Arnie's head nuzzling into the triangle between her legs. She could feel his hot breath blowing across her pussy. Arnie began to rub the palm of his hand over the indentation in the white panties. He began to poke and probe the dark exterior before his eyes. Martha automatically spread her legs wider so Arnie could continue with what he was doing. He let go of his massive organ and slowly began to pull Martha's panties down. He left them in a muddled heap around her feet. Once more Martha felt a blast of hot air hitting her sensitive cuntal lips. She cried out loud as she felt something hot and wet dip into her cunt. Arnie began to lick and suck on her clit. His tongue was like a jack hammer, darting in and out of her cuntal chamber and then over her clit. Arnie grunted and moaned as he feverously sucked between Martha's legs. He reached both hands behind her and caressed the fleshy mounds of her ass while he showered her steaming pussy with loving adoration. He pinched and squeezed her buttocks until crude red welts began to form on Martha's sensitive skin.
"Oh, Arnie," she cried. "Don't squeeze me so hard. You're hurting me!"
Arnie ignored her pleas. He squeezed harder and sucked faster on the juicing cunt under his tongue. His oral rapier licked and grated with continuous momentum between the highly sensitive lips of Martha's frothing pussy.
"Oh, no," moaned Martha. "Oh, Arnold, please stop. Please. This is all wrong. Oh, oh." Martha reached down and spread apart the swollen lips of her cunt. She was so confused that she didn't realize she had even done it. Her passion was mounting. She continued to beg Arnold to stop, yet pulled the lips of her pussy open even wider. She bent her legs a little, causing her lower torso to be tited in just the right angle for Arnold to dip his tongue in further.
Martha was going crazy with lust. At first her guilt swept over her. She genuinely wanted Arnold to stop eating her pussy, but as he continued to lick faster, her pussy made up her mind for her. She had let him go this far, why not all the way? What difference would one more cock make anyway? It felt so wonderful to have her pussy sucked on. Martha could see that Arnold's prick was near to bursting. She licked her lips in eager anticipation of sucking that long shaft barely visible beneath his kneeling form.
"Oh, Arnie, oh," Martha whimpered. "Suck my cunt. Eat it up. Lick all over my clit. Suck it into your mouth. Make me cum. Hurry, hurry. I want to cum right in your mouth!"
Martha was no longer feeling guilty or shocked by the filthy words of lust that came streaming from her lips. All she could think of was the hot tongue reaming in and out of her cunt and the vision of her sucking Arnold's big hot prick. She reached out for Arnold's head and pushed it further into her foaming pussy. Any second now the firecrackers would burst inside her, sending a shower of brillant stars through her being.
This old broad's a gas, thought Arnie as he ardently continued to suck Martha's cunt I bet she's one hell of a good fuck, too. Probably could fuck for hours. Boy, her pussy sure tastes good!
Arnie continued to lave his tongue back and forth over the sensitive little nub. Martha was well on her way to reaching a furious climax. She was beginning to squeeze and tangle her fingers in his curly blond hair.
Martha's clit began to tingle and burn. Her climax was sweeping over her. The firecrackers began shooting into her pussy and up through her belly. "Oh, oh," she moaned. "Oh, Arnold dear, my pussy's cumming. Oh, it's here. Now! Oh my God! Oh, ooohhhh!"
Spurts of hot juice sprayed into Arnie's mouth and over his chin. He greedily licked up all the juices that spurt forth from Martha's spasming cunt. He knelt back and looked up into Martha's radiant face.
"Like that, Mrs. Dunkin?" Arnie asked, a wide smile spreading across his face. He could tell by the dreamy expression on Martha's face that she had enjoyed it, and it made Arnie feel important because he had just given this older woman great sexual satisfaction. Something her husband couldn't achieve.
"Oh, Arnold," cooed Martha. "It was just wonderful. May I suck your cock? I've never seen one that size before, and I'm curious to see if I can fit it in my mouth."
"Well, let's go lie down in your bed where we can be more comfortable. Then you can eat all the prick you want. Eat it until it shoots gobs of cum down into your belly." Arnie grabbed his big shaft and gave it a few loving strokes. Martha became excited when she watched him playing with it. Arnie wanted to please her any way he could.
Martha led Arnie into the bedroom by his long prick. Her hand curled gently around the immense girth. "Oh, I just love the way it feels," she cooed. "So big and long. I know it's going to stuff my cunt full! I just can't wait for you to shove it inside me.
Arnie got down on the bed, his gigantic prick standing straight up toward the ceiling. Martha sprawled on the bed beside him. She began to examine his lengthy tool with much curiosity.
"Lick all over my prick," Arnie said. "Suck on the head a little and then start to suck the whole thing into your mouth."
"Oh, yes," moaned Martha, eager to start on her momentous journey.
Martha began to lick along the sides of Arnie's immense cock. She ran her tongue eagerly along its length and down and under his tightly drawn testes. She began to fondle and tickle them. Arnie moaned with pleasure. Martha had an impulse to suck one into her mouth. Gently, she sucked one of his hairy testicles into her hot mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue and licked and sucked on it. She slowly began tickling the puckered eye of his ass with her fingernail. Martha crawled down between Arnie's legs and began licking around the sensitive brown anal opening. She could tell he was enjoying it immensely. Arnie was grunting and moaning with pleasure. Martha reamed her tongue all the way into his nether channel and began to lick the shitty opening clean with quick swirling motions. Arnie's prick seemed to swell even larger. Martha grasped the mammoth boyfuck tool and slowly began to caress it. If she stroked it too long, it would burst. She wanted to save that for when she had it deep into her throat. Martha edged forward and once more engulfed his lengthy prod into her mouth. Slowly she began to move up and down the length. She quickened her pace and each time more of Arnie's immense shaft disappeared into her throat. Inch by inch, Martha consumed his boyish prick. Arnie watched in total amazement as his gigantic prick began disappearing into Martha's throat. Martha was grunting and growling as she sucked his cock deep into her throat.
Arnie even suspected that, if she tried a little harder, she could probably suck in his balls, too. Shit, what a broad! he thought. Never in all his life had anyone been able to eat the whole length of his gigantic cock. It felt great! Arnie was in seventh heaven. He propped his head up on the pillow and arched his arms behind his neck. He was going to watch this show till the cum-bursting end. He wondered whether he would choke Martha when he shot his load of cum into her mouth, but Martha continued to suck it in. She devoted several minutes to licking and chewing on the rosy cap of his prick. Tiny drops of pre-coital semen were dripping from his cockhead and Martha greedily lapped them up. She looked up at Arnie and was pleased to see he was enjoying her lavish attention of his cock. Obviously she was doing a good job of sucking on this mammoth bludgeon.
Arnie began to moan and Martha knew that he was reaching his climax. She sucked in his cock just in time for the volcanic eruption of cum that shot in great spurts and globs into her throat. Martha quickly began to swallow the immense flow of cum that came shooting forth. She thought that she would not be able to take all of it, the way it was shooting out in a great flood. Never had she eaten so much boycum before. Greedily Martha swallowed every drop of Arnie's semen. He watched in amazement as Martha spit his empty cock out of her mouth, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. She knew she had accomplished something that no one else had ever done. She had eaten the whole length of Arnie's big prick and sucked in all of his joy juice. She felt a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach and shivered with joy at the thought of having so much of this golden youth floating around inside her.
"Jesus Christ, Martha," moaned Arnie. "You sure are one hell of a good cock-sucker. Nobody ever took my whole prick into their throat. Boy, you sure are great. Now it's my turn to give you the greatest pleasure of your life. You're going to get this cock shoved into your pussy and I'm going to fuck you till you beg for me to stop. You haven't been fucked until you've had this pole of mine in your snatch."
Martha smiled at Arnie. She had never felt so wanted and adored as she felt now. Arnie was overwhelmed by her taking in all of his cock and she knew that he was going to give her the best fuck of her life.
Martha spread her legs open for Arnie to crawl between.
"You know, my prick's very long, don't you?" Arnie asked. "I bet you've never seen animals fuck, have you?"
"Oh, no," whispered Martha, her face turning slightly red. "Why that's just filthy, watching animals fuck. I'd never watch such a thing."
"It's not filthy when we fuck, is it? Then why should it be dirty to watch animals do their thing together? Besides, it sure does turn you on to watch them."
"No, no," mumbled Martha, turning her head away.
Arnie continued with the subject and at the same time started working his finger into Martha's steaming pussy.
"Wouldn't you like to see dogs fucking? Seeing his long red tool come sticking out from between his legs and trying to stick in the female's cunt?" Arnie asked, looking at her intently to see her reaction. By the way her pussy was juicing, he knew his words were turning her on.
"How would you like to have a dog's prick stuck up your cunt, Martha?" he asked.
"Oh, Arnie, no," she gasped. "Oh, that's so awful and filthy. I ... I'd never do such a filthy thing like that. Oh, it's just too disgusting to talk about. Please change the subject."
"Okay, okay," agreed Arnie. "But you must like it a little because your cunt is creaming to beat the band."
"Well, perhaps talking about it does turn me on a bit, but I ... I would never consider doing such an awful thing. Oh, dear, never."
Arnie continued with the subject in spite of Martha's dislike of it. "Do you know that most dogs like to lick a woman's pussy? Wouldn't you like to try it and see how it feels? They can lick your cunt for hours."
"Oh, Arnie, please," cried Martha. "Please don't tell me things like that. It sounds like something terrible to observe. I surely wouldn't want some nasty dog licking me. Oh, dear, how awful." But as Martha protested, deep down inside, she was wondering what it would be like to have a dog licking her pussy and wondered how it would be to have his hot red tool pumping in and out of her cunt. She had heard that once that their dog dicks get in, they pump like a jack-hammer. My God, thought Martha. Why am I thinking such filthy thing? It sounds so dirty and exciting and I do wonder what it would be like. As Arnie continued to dip his finger in and out of her pussy, Martha dreamed on about having a dog fucking her.
Arnie's prick was at full stance again and he was ready to dip his prod into Martha's aching pussy. He knew that deep down inside, she wanted to have a dog licking and fucking her. The old broad was willing to do just about anything. He wondered just how far she would go to achieve sexual satifaction. Arnie had a few interesting ideas up his sleeve and, if Martha was willing, and he figured she was, he would try them out on her, but first he was going to stick his dick in her. She deserved one good fuck after the great blow-job she had given him. He would never forget it. It would probably be the best one he would ever get. He figured that no one could get his prick in their throat all the way, but here was someone who could and Arnie was a little reluctant in letting this little jewel escape.
Arnie figured that he had to find some way to make a permanent home here so he could enjoy Martha's great attribute, and maybe a few fresh virgins on the side to wet his appetite.
Arnie grasped his lengthy tool and proceeded to drive it into Martha's aching cunt. She moaned with pain and pleasure as the huge head of his prick barely penetrated the inner walls of her vaginal passage. Arnie pushed on and Martha screamed with agony.
"Oh, it's too big, Arnie," she screamed. "Take it out. You'll tear me apart with it. Please, no more! It just won't fit inside me!" Arnie ignored her pleas. He pushed it in a little further. Martha squirmed and twisted her body in an attempt to dislodge the massive invader from tearing her pussy asunder.
"Just lie still, bitch," growled Arnie. "If you let me do all the work and relax a little, I'd be able to get it in without too much pain. Just relax now, Martha."
Martha tried to do as Arnie said, but the size of his monstrous boycock was frightening and she knew that if he got the horrible tool inside her, it would probably tear her pussy apart.
Arnie inched forward a little more. Martha began to relax and enjoy it. It diJnl feel too bad now. Her pussy was getting wet allowing the huge organ to slip in a little bit at a time. She began to pump her ass in rhythm with Arnie as he drove his cock in further and further.
Martha began to enjoy his immense cock and within seconds she was begging him to slam the whole length of it deep inside her cunt.
"Oh, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Shove your big prick all the way in my pussy. I want it all in there. Hurry and fuck me and make me cum with your beautiful long cock."
Arnie increased his rhythm. It was obvious that Martha's pussy had the same capacity as her mouth. It was gobbling the entire length of his prick deep inside her and, within a few seconds, all of his slippery, pumping cock was buried deep inside her pussy.
Arnie thrust his cock in with quick strokes. Martha met each one with the same force.
"Oh, oh," she whined. "Oh, darling Arnie, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock. Oh, it feels so good inside my pussy. So big and hot and tight. Oh, I just love it."
Arnie smiled. God, what a hot cunt! Never in all his young life had he fucked a woman who could take the entire length of his organ inside her belly. It felt tight and hot and the inside of Martha's pussy was clutching and grabbing on his near bursting tool. Within seconds he would shoot a fiery load of boycum into her womb.
"What a great cunt you have, Martha," he growled. "My cock's being squeezed like crazy. You keep sucking on it like that and it's going to shoot off inside you."
"Oh, yes," cooed Martha. "I want you to cum inside me. Cum now. Shoot your hot cum into my pussy. I'll cum with you. My pussy's so hot it's going to shoot all over your big hot prick. Cum now, shoot that hot jism into my pussy. Make me cum, hurry, HURRY!"
Arnie pumped on, almost withdrawing the length of his gigantic organ up to the head, then brutally shoving it all the way back in. Martha whined with ecstasy. Never had her pussy been so completely filled. She knew that this was going to be the greatest climax she had ever reached in her entire life. Even better than the ones she had reached with Timmy and Brian. Arnie's immense boyfuck shaft was filling her cunt to overflow and giving her so much pleasure that she vowed she would not let him leave Dunkin's Landing at the end of the summer. She would have to think of some way to keep him there permanently. Not only would she enjoy the favors of the younger boys, but she would lavish most of her attention to her new lover with his gigantic, rock-hard spear.
Martha heaved her ass higher and higher into Arnie's powerful thrusts. Both were on their way to reaching a thunderball of unleashed passion.
Martha felt Arnie's body go rigid and knew that his climax was pouring over him. She could feel thick spurts of his boyfuck juice hitting the inside of her womb. Arnie began moaning and grunting in Martha's ear. Just as Arnie's bolt of lightning shot through his pounding cock, Martha felt her own climax tear into her. A white hot flame ripped through her clit and tore through the insides of her pussy. Her body bucked and shook from the immense force of the climax. Arnie rolled off Martha to lie quietly beside her on the bed.
Martha sighed. Should I ask Arnie if he'd like to stay here permanently? Or perhaps I'd better wait before I say anything to him. I'll have to find some way to convince George that we need him around here full time. I'll think of something. I've just got to have him. I won't let him go! Martha looked over at the handsome adonis beside her and smiled.
Arnie smiled back. "Did you like that, Martha?" he asked. "I did. I have to admit I've never been fucked so good in my whole life. You sure are one hot cunt."
"Oh, Arnie," Martha said. "I loved it. It was the most beautiful fuck I've ever had. And that's the truth. My husband has never satisfied me like that. It was just wonderful. I could just fuck and fuck and never stop fucking you."
Martha hugged Arnie. They stayed with their arms wrapped around each other and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
George dropped Cindy off at the agency where she had left her car earlier that day. Tomorrow he would be taking the older boys camping and she should drive up to Pine Inn and get a room there. He would camp just over the hill and would be able to come up at night after the boys were asleep. Cindy agreed to meet him there the next day.
George pulled up in front of his house. The lights were out and it was quiet. Only the crickets and the frogs seemed to be enjoying the warm summer evening. George glanced at his watch. It was 3:15 AM. Martha had probably hit the ceiling when he didn't come home. He wondered what excuse he would give her.
Arnie sat up with a bolt in the darkness. He heard a car door slam and heard footsteps crunching in the gravel driveway.
Must be her husband, he thought. I'd better get the hell out of here. Arnie jumped out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and crawled out the bedroom window. The frogs and crickets continued their evening sonnet as night crept over Dunkin's Landing.
Martha stirred as the early morning sunlight streamed through the open window. She turned over and looked at George, who was still sleeping.
Well, you old goat, she thought. Finally decided to come home after all, huh? I wonder where you were. Martha reached over and shook her snooring husband.
"Huh. wha...? "
"George, George, wake up," snapped Martha. "You're going to sleep your life away."
"Oh, Martha," mumbled George sleepily. "Good morning." What should I say about last night? Before he could give Martha an explanation, she was out of bed and closing the bathroom door.
George looked after her as she departed from the room. Martha was stark naked! She had slept the whole night without her old flannel nightgown. And, by God, she had lost some weight. Funny I didn't notice it before. She looked pretty damn good. What's gotten into her? She hasn't slept in the raw since the day we got married. It must be the heat.
George justified this unusual occurrence and climbed out of bed. He had a lot to do this morning. All the camping gear had to be made ready for their trip. The boys were up and ready to go, and had been since 5:00 AM.
Martha came out of the bathroom. "It's all yours, George," she called as she headed for the kitchen to make coffee. George eyed her curiously. Martha was wearing a pair of tight green slacks and a white halter top. He had never seen her in anything like that before. She looked damn good!
Something's going on around here, he thought. Maybe I've been away too much. Something's changed Martha. Or maybe I'm just looking at her differently now. Oh well, I'll talk to her about it when I get back from the trip.
Martha waved at Arnie through the kitchen window. "Arnie, bring the boys in for breakfast," she called.
Arnie waved back and, a few seconds later, a hungry herd of boys overtook the Dunkin kitchen.
"Sit down here, Arnie," said Martha, "next to me. George'll be in any minute and I'd like to introduce you to him. Well, here he is!"
George came ambling into the kitchen. "Hello, Uncle George," called the boys.
George mumbled a good morning and then spotted Arnie sitting next to Martha. "Well, who do we have here?"
"George, this is Arnold Gary, our new Junior Camp Counselor. He arrived yesterday, when you were away some place." George noted the implication of danger in her voice.
"Well, that's fine, just fine," said George. "Arnold Gary, you say. What do they call you, son? Arnie, or Gary?"
"Arnie's fine, sir," he replied.
George eyed the handsome youth. Hum, he thought. Kinda big for his age. A damn good-looking kid, too. I wonder if it's him Martha's all gussied up for. Old fool! Flaunting herself around a little kid like that! George eyed Arnie curiously through breakfast.
Martha noticed his intent staring at Arnie, and then at her. She knew that George suspected something. She grinned. He actually looked jealous. Well, good! Let him wonder about me for a change. I suspect he's been showing more than houses lately.
Breakfast was over with and the boys scampered out of the house to get their gear together.
"Okay, all you guys," yelled George, "get your packs on and let's go."
Brian, Timmy, and several of the other boys walked up to George.
"Uh, Uncle George," said Brian, the older of the eight boys, "we're going to stay here with Aunt Martha."
"What?" George said. "Whatta-ya-mean, you're staying here? You've been hacking at me for the past week to go on this trip, and now you tell me you're staying behind. What the hell for?"
Martha spoke up before George could do any more yelling. "Now, George, don't get angry with the boys. They want to stay here with Arnie and me. They just decided not to go camping after all. You know it's quite a climb for the smaller boys. Just take the big ones with you. We'll be fine. Don't you worry." Martha eyed George with a slight smirk breaking across her lips. II only that old goat knew what was going to happen when he left, he'd not set foot out of this house.
George looked at Martha and then eyed Arnie suspiciously. He looked from Brian to Timmy and the other boys. Something screwy about all this, he thought. Oh, fuck, who the hell cares? The less brats I have to look after, the more time I'll have to fuck Cindy.
"Okay," mumbled George. "Stay here if you want to. No harm done. We'll make better time without the small kids anyway. Come on, guys, packs on. Let's start hiking up that mountain!"
"Good-bye, Martha. See you in about one week." George kissed Martha on the cheek and he and the boys headed up the trail to Pine Mountain.
Martha waved them on, then turned and looked at her circle of young lovers. A greedy, sinister smile started spreading across her face.
"Well now, my dears," cooed Martha, eyeing each one intently. "What can we do that's exciting and interesting while Uncle George's playing on the mountain?"
Brian, Timmy and the other boys looked at one other, grinned, and jabbed each other. They knew exactly what would be interesting and exciting while Uncle George was away. They evilly eyed Arnie. He was going to be a thorn in their side. They didn't like him from the first day he arrived. They had noticed his big cock in the shower room and decided that he was going to be a threat to their little orgies with Aunt Martha. Somehow they would have to get Arnie out of the way.
As George moved up the trail to Pine Mountain, they noticed Arnie's arm sneaking around Martha's waist. Something definitely was going to have to be done about him.
"Well now," said Martha, "why don't we all go down to the lake and take a nice morning swim?"
However, Martha had more on her mind than swimming. She figured that if she got the younger boys interested in doing something, she and Arnie could sneak off to the house and frolic in bed for a while.
Everyone raced down to the pier after putting on their swim suits. Martha thought that she had really put something over on the boys, but they didn't miss a thing.
"Hey, Timmy," Brian said, "there goes Aunt Martha up to the house with Arnie. I bet you ten to one they're going to get it on."
"Aw, shit," moaned Timmy. "My cock's so stiff now I'm afraid if I stay in the lake too long, it'll freeze and break off. Aunt Martha sure has been neglecting us since he arrived yesterday. What're we going to do?"
"I don't know," Brian said, "but I know one thing. I'm going to get something out of this one way or the other."
"What do you mean, Brian?" Timmy asked.
"If Aunt Martha and Arnie are going to get it on, why can't we watch them? It's almost as good as doing it yourself."
"Shit, yeah," agreed Timmy. "Hey, guys, come on. We're going to watch Aunt Martha and Arnie fuck!"
The rest of the boys rushed over to Timmy and Brian, who explained what was going on. The boys agreed that, if they couldn't get a piece of the action, they might as well watch it.
"Oh, Arnie," cooed Martha, as she shut and locked the bedroom door. "I think the boys are swimming for now. They won't bother us for a while."
"Naw, shit. We'll have plenty of time to get off two or three good cums. My cock's already rising to the occasion." Arnie grabbed the protruding bulge in front of his swim trunks.
Martha eyed it hungrily. "Hurry and take off your trunks," she said, getting extremely excited. Her pussy was already beginning to crave some more of his hot cock.
"How do you want it today, baby? Up your cunt or up your ass?" Arnie asked.
"Oh, my God, no," moaned Martha. "Surely not up my ass. I could never fit the whole length of your big cock up there. It would tear me to pieces."
"No it won't," Arnie said. "I'll just stick the head and a couple of inches in. It'll feel wonderful. You'll see."
"Oh, I don't know, Arnie. I don't want to be hurt," Martha said. She was getting a little frightened. Just the thought of having his throbbing tool buried deep inside her bowels was making her shiver with fright. She had never done it, outside of having little Timmy's prick in there. His dick was so small it hardly felt like anything was in her asshole at all.
"Arnie, I know you can't fit that big mushroom head in there. It's just too big. It won't fit." Martha whimpered at the thought.
"Listen, cunt," hissed Arnie. "My cock's going to get a piece of ass this morning. I said I'm going to stick it up there and, by God, that's where it's going to go. Now get that swim suit off and stick your ass up where I can get at it!"
Martha reluctantly took off her swim suit. Yesterday Arnie had been so gently and loving, but today he seemed mean and cruel. Martha wondered whether she had made a serious mistake or not by letting him fuck her. She was at his mercy and had to do whatever he wanted.
As Martha climbed onto the bed and propped herself on her hands and knees, neither she nor Arnie were aware of the eager, smiling faces that peeped in through the bedroom window.
Brian, Timmy, and the rest of the boys had choice seats for the Grand Premiere. And what a premiere it was going to be!
"Got any cream or something like it?" Arnie asked.
"There's some cold cream on the dresser. Why?" said Martha, slightly puzzled.
"There's some cold cream on the dresser. Why?" said Martha, slightly puzzled. What on earth does he want cold cream for?
Arnie got the bottle off the dresser and scooped some up and smeared it over the head and length of his prick. He inched his way onto the bed and crawled up behind Martha.
"Oh, please Arnie," she begged. "Don't hurt me! I'll do anything you ask, just don't stick it in there. Please."
"Just relax as much as you can, and pretty soon you'll love it," soothed Arnie.
Martha's ass was tilted up into the air, the puckered brown eye squinting up at Arnie. It was squeezed so tightly shut that Arnie had to lubricate his finger and work it into the small opening to ease it wider for penetration.
Martha winced as he drove his finger into her shit channel.
"Okay, baby, get ready," ordered Arnie. "Here it comes."
Martha's body coiled up like a snake. She froze with fear. "Oh, God, no, no!" she cried.
Arnie grasped the length of his greasy boyfuck pole and began to ease the large mushroom head forward. It was so large in comparison to the tiny opening that for one moment he almost decided not to attempt it. He didn't want to hurt Martha. She was good to him, and a great piece of ass to fuck. But his passion and the sight of her rounded buttocks sticking in his face changed his mind, and he pushed his dick forward.
Martha cried out in agony as the large capped pole penetrated the pitiful small anal opening. A monstrously sharp pain tore through her bowels and, for a moment, she thought he had ripped her asshole open. She felt the silken head of his greased cock slide into her asshole and a few inches of his shaft with it.
Arnie moaned with ecstasy as he rammed his prick in and out of Martha's ass. It was wonderful. Tight and hot, like he knew it would be.
Martha began to relax. It's not so bad after all, she thought. It feels better if you relax. Martha gave in to her perverted desire and began to fully enjoy the savage thrust of his cock in her anus.
Arnie could feel the cloying heat and the suction grabbing at his prick. It was sucking the cum right out of his plundering cock.
CHAPTER NINE
"Geez, will you look at that!" whispered Brian. "He's got that big pole of his shoved right up her asshole. Wow, I wonder what that feels like?"
"I know what it feels like," piped Timmy. "I know because I had my cock up there yesterday."
"Aw, shit, you liar," Terry said. "You didn't either."
"Yeah, Terry, he did," Brian confirmed. "We fucked Aunt Martha together. I fucked her cunt and Timmy stuck his prick right up her ass. Just like Arnie's doing. You know, I could even feel Timmy's cock while I was sticking mine in her pussy. It sure felt great!"
"Wow," the boys whispered. "When's it going to be our turn?"
"Shit," moaned Brian. "My cock's getting hot watching all this ass-fucking. I'm going to jerk off while they're fucking. It sure is turnin' me on. How about you guys? Ain't all that fucking makin' you hot?"
All the boys agreed that they were getting turned on by the erotic scene they were viewing. Very shortly all the boys were pumping their cocks and gluing their eyes to the window in front of them.
"Oh, Arnie, fuck my ass," Martha said as she humped her ass back on Arnie's prick. The whole length of his cock was buried deep inside Martha's crapper!
"Shit," Arnie said. "You've got my whole cock up your ass. I can't believe it! You sure are a greedy pig, aren't you? You've got to have the whole damn thing. Wow, I never got my cock so deep in anybody before! Shit, what a fuckin' piece of ass!"
Arnie pumped on and moaned with ecstasy. Martha begged him to ram it further in, but Arnie had all of his greasy dick in and there just wasn't any more to shove.
"Oh, play with my clit, Arnie," she said and moaned.
Arnie reached around and began strumming on Martha's clit. He rubbed and pinched the tiny nub until it was stiff and erect. He continued to pinch and squeeze it, heightening Martha's pleasure as he plunged his cock to the depths in her bowels.
"Oh, Arnie," Martha said. "Oh, it feels soooo good. I love it. Shove it in harder. I want more of your big prick up my hot ass."
Arnie smiled and drove his shaft in harder and faster. At any minute his balls were going to erupt and shoot a torrent of sticky boyfuck fluid into Martha's anal passage. He pumped on, driving Martha into a wild frenzy. She was on the edge of reaching a blasting eruption, too. Arnie continued to strum on her clit, then drove his middle finger deep into her steaming cunt. Martha moaned with passion. She was about ready to cum. He drove his shaft in harder and harder.
"Oh, Martha," he moaned. "My prick's going to shoot a hot load into your ass. Oh, shit, here it comes. Oh, uughh. Fuck!"
"Me, too," Martha said as she felt a blast of heat tear through her cuntal walls. Her whole body began to shiver and pulsate. She could feel Arnie's hot cum pouring into her sore ass, but she didn't care about the pain. All she could feel was the hot burning sensation ripping through her clit. It was wonderful.
Arnie pulled out his shriveling member. The size of his cock when it wasn't erect was still large, and Martha continued to eye it hungrily.
Arnie slumped down beside Martha. "Now, how did you like that?" he asked. "I told you it'd be great once you got used to having it in there. I sure did like it. Your asshole was nice and tight."
"Oh, yes," moaned Martha. "I did love it. It was the most wonderful experience. I'm looking forward to next time already."
Arnie began caressing her large breasts. He pulled one of Martha's swollen nipples into his mouth and began to chew on it. With his other hand he began to squeeze and pinch the swollen mounds of flesh. Martha moaned. She reached down and grasped the elongated pole between his legs. Arnie's prick was already at full stance and getting ready for another fuck session. Martha was ready and eager for another bout with his gigantic cock. She couldn't get enough of it.
"Like to have it stuffed in your cunt now?" he asked.
Martha nodded her head in agreement.
"First I'm going to lick on that juicy cunt of yours. I feel like eating some hot meat right now. I'll get it nice and hot for my big prick, then when you're about to cum, I'll stick it in. Pull open those cunt lips for me, baby," Arnie hissed. Martha reached down and pried apart the swollen lips of her pussy. Her cuntal chamber was wet and shiny. Arnie poked at the tiny nub hidden under its protective tent. He began to rub his finger over and around it in circles. Martha whimpered with ecstasy. Arnie slid his finger down and into her juicy cunt. The slippery ooze flowed out onto the sheet. Arnie wormed his finger deep into her steaming hole. He pushed it in as far as he could and began to pump it in and out. He knew Martha was ready to cum again, but first he was going to chew on some nice juicy meat first.
He dipped his tongue into the frothing cunt. Martha moaned as Arnie swished his tongue on and around her sensitive clit. His tongue grated back and forth and darted into the pink, juicy cavern. He enjoyed eating Martha's pussy. He knew that she was enjoying it and it turned him on to hear her whine and moan with passion. His tongue licked faster over the distended nub.
"Oh, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Oh, God, suck it, lick it good. Oh, oh, it feels so good. Your tongue is wonderful. My cunt's so hot I'm going to cum. Lick it faster. Hurry, HURRY!"
Arnie swabbed the sensitive area more quickly. Martha's cuntal juice was seeping out and covering his chin and face with a thin coat of slippery cream. He licked on, eager to bring her to a full, smashing climax. He wanted to eat all her cunt juice out when she came in his mouth.
Martha grabbed Arnie by his ears and tried to pull him deeper into her hot cunt. Arnold knew that she was going to cum. She began to hike her ass into the air and pump in unison with his licking motion.
Arnie felt Martha's clit vibrate and shake under his tongue as he greedily lapped all her cuntal secretions. He dipped his tongue into the dark, pink cavern in an eager attempt to lap up all her cream. He didn't want to miss a drop of the delectable fluid.
Arnie crawled forward, grasped his fuck tool in his hand, and drove it into Martha's newly climaxed pussy.
She screamed as Arnie brutally shoved the entire length of his shaft deep into her cunt, but shortly Martha was meeting every thrust and heave he had to offer. Both were carried away in mindless ecstasy. No one paid attention to the grinning faces that were peering through the window.
"Holy shit," Brian said. "Look at him eat her cunt out. Did you ever see anything like that before?"
"What's he doin'?" whispered Larry Turner. "Move over, I can't see! Shit, what's that he's doin' to her now?"
"You dummy," Brian said. "Haven't you ever seen a guy eat pussy before?"
"Oh, is that what he's doing?" Larry said. "I was kinda wonderin' what it was called. Well, I ain't never eaten pussy before. How the hell was I to know?"
"What can you expect from a little twirp like you?" Brian asked. "You ain't even got a prick worth talking about yet."
"I have to," retorted" Larry, grasping the little organ in his small hand. "Look, here it is."
All the other boys began to laugh at the sight of Larry's little dick.
"Shut up," whispered Brian. "They'll hear us and you'll ruin everything. I wanna see all this. Shit, I wanna stick my prick up her ass, too. I'm going in. To hell with that old Arnie getting all the goodies!"
"Are you crazy?" Timmy asked. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Aunt Martha's going to be awful mad if she knows we were watching her get sucked and fucked. You better wait, Brian."
Brian was already tearing past them and stalking into the house. He was going to get a piece of ass, and he was going to get it NOW!
Arnie and Martha were so tangled together that they didn't notice Brian standing by the bed until he spoke to them. "Well, well," he said. "Looks like somebody's getting fucked!"
Martha screamed and Arnie jerked his cock out of its warm nest of love.
"What the hell do you think you're doin', Brian?" Arnie said. "You get your little ass out of here before I beat it!"
"Aw, naw," said Brian, shaking his head. "I got a hot cock too, and we were here first. We been fucking Aunt Martha long before you came, and we're not going to let you just walk in here and spoil everything. Either she fucks us or we'll tell Uncle George that it's you that's been fucking her. He won't think we done anything wrong. We're just little kids. We don't know any better."
Martha looked over at the window and saw the rest of the boys peering in. Brian meant what he said, and if she didn't continue fucking them too, they would tell George and it would all be spoiled.
"Oh, Arnie, it's all right. I have to do what they want or they'll spoil it for us. Don't be mad, please!"
Arnie couldn't believe what he had heard. Shit, he knew she was a horny old broad, but he didn't know she was that horny. She was fucking all those little twirps, too. Well, he didn't have any claim on her and it was her business what she did. He decided he'd better go along with it, or he wouldn't get any more cunt either. He wanted to stay at Dunkin's Landing permanently, so reluctantly he agreed to do as Martha suggested.
CHAPTER TEN
George and the boys reached the top of Pine Mountain by mid-afternoon. They set up their tents, unpacked the gear, and dug in.
They spent the rest of the afternoon fishing for dinner. As the sun began to set, George and the boys sat around the campfire eating their freshly caught trout and baked beans. It had been a good catch and everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves, George especially. Within a few short hours he would be cuddled up with his dick inside Cindy's exquisite pussy and pumping away into joyous ecstasy. He propped himself up against a nearby pine and recalled past memories of Cindy.
Cindy had arrived at Pine Inn earlier that morning. She settled down and waited for the day to pass. She was eager to see George and was enjoying the mountain air and the quiet seclusion. There would be nothing to worry about up here. No Martha to keep George from being fully occupied with her. Cindy hummed to herself as she applied a few drops of her exotic perfume to George's favorite parts of her anatomy. She put on a diaphanous pink nightie that reached down to the floor. This was going to be a very special evening, not like all the other times before when the only place to fuck was at her new house, that was empty and cold.
Cindy pirouetted in front of the window, turning from side to side and billowing out the full skirt of her night gown. Her voluptuous breasts with their rosy nipples were visible through the skimpy material. Cindy had nothing on underneath and the golden vee of her pussy was like a neon light beckoning for a cock to stuff it.
She sat on the bed and began brushing her long, golden hair. Cindy glanced at the clock. It was 10:15. George would arrive at any minute. Surely the boys must be sound asleep by now.
Just then she heard a knock at the door and heard George call her name. Cindy rushed over and flung it open. She and George raced into each other's arms.
"Hi, baby," whispered George. "Miss me?"
"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "I'm not the only one that missed you. Pussy missed you, too. We've been sitting here thinking about your dick all evening. Pussy says hurry up and stick it in. I'm hot and ready for a good fucking. And look, Georgie, we get to fuck on a bed, not a cold floor. Won't it be wonderful?" Cindy danced around the room gleefully.
George began undressing and, after he had shucked of his clothes, he got on the bed, watching Cindy.
"I sure like that nothing you've got on," said George. "Come on over here, cunt, and let me at the golden pussy I see."
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," teased Cindy. "What'll you give me if I come over there?"
George reached between his legs and grasped his immense rod. He stroked the length several times and presented it to Cindy. "This is what I'll give you if you come over here. Some of this big hot prick. You know you want it stuffed up' your cunt, so come on over here and let me shove it in."
Cindy pranced over to George and crawled up on the bed. She got up close to George's cock and began scrutinizing it closely.
"Hmmm, what are these?" she asked.
"Those are bells, and they're going to be ringing pretty soon."
"Oh," said Cindy, continuing with her little game of cat and mouse. "And what, prey, is this monstrous, long shaft here?" she said as she began stroking George's long cock.
"That's my pogo stick."
"Really? What do you do with your pogo stick?"
"Well," George said as he jumped on Cindy, "I stick it in your deep well, and here it comes!"
George yanked Cindy's gown up and plowed his prick to the hilt in her golden cunt.
"Oh, Georgie," she moaned. "Oh, shove that stick all the way into my hot cunt. Fuck it, fuck it good. I want to cum all over your big shaft. Oh, fuck me, fuck, fuck."
Cindy threw her head from side to side and whined as George rammed the length of his massive organ deep inside her cavern of love and passion. He continued to brutally pump it in and out, then he stopped and withdrew it completely to the end, only the mushroom head of his prick was barely touching the entrance to the steaming cavern. George plowed forward again, burying his prick to the very end in Cindy's cunt. She could feel his prickly balls slapping against the inside of her thighs and wished that he could shove his balls inside her pussy too.
"Feel good, baby?" George said. He closed his mouth over Cindy's and began to gently probe her mouth with his tongue. Cindy lashed her tongue to his and together their tongues entwined in a mad dance of love. Cindy sucked on George's tongue as he drove his cock in and out of her foaming pussy.
"Uhhh, aaaahhhh," moaned George with every forward thrust. God, what a fucking good cunt, and I've got a whole week to fuck her in.
"Oh, oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "Oh, your prick feels so good in my cunt. Oh, fuck it, make it shoot all over your big hot cock. Fuck me harder. Hurt me, make it hurt good!"
George pulled out his dripping dick. It was greasy and wet with Cindy's cuntal juices. He pushed her legs onto her pink round titties. Her gaping pussy was staring up at him, smiling and inviting him to reenter the cavern of passion. George dipped his tongue into Cindy's foaming twat. He began to lap up all her cuntal secreations. He chewed on her tiny pink clit, making it swell and burn. He began to lick all over her pussy lips and down and into the puckered brown nut of her anus. Cindy whined and moaned. She loved to have George lick her ass. It made her pussy tingle and burn and she knew that if he continued to lick and suck on it, her pussy would soon shoot wads of cum into his mouth and face.
"Oh, lick my ass, Georgie," she hissed. "Lick and stick your tongue in my asshole. Ream it out good. Lick it. Make me cum. Oh, I want to cum, honey!"
George dipped his tongue into Cindy's cunthole and then out and into her ass. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could get it, savoring the nutty flavor flavor of her anal channel.
Once more he rammed his cock deep inside her pussy. Cindy's legs were pressing tightly against George's chest and the full length of his prick could fit into her steaming snatch. George was sure, if he pushed just a little harder, he could shove his balls in too. What a feeling that would be. Wish I could stick my balls in.
George heaved forward, slamming his cock in just a little further. Cindy cried out with passion and lust, urging him to fuck her harder, to slam it harder into her cunt. George knew that she was going to cum at any second. He could feel her clit getting hotter and the inside of her pussy was as hot as the inside of a volcano that was going to erupt all over his flaming prick.
"Oh, God, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "It's coming. Oh, oh, your prick's making it cum. Oh, oh, aiii." Cindy became motionless for several seconds as the flaming dart ripped through her clit and up into her pussy. George could feel his prick being seared with her hot juices and then he felt his own volcano erupting. An unleashed path of lava, shot from his swollen balls up the length of his prick, out the tip, and into the cuntal cavern it was stuffed into. There was so much cum pouring out from both Cindy and George that it ended up on the sheet in a large wet pool.
George pulled his shriveling prick out of Cindy's cum-filled cunt. It made a sad plopping noise as it withdrew. Cindy always hated that moment. She wished she could keep his huge tool buried deep inside her cunt forever. It left such an empty feeling after he took it out. She wished he would just leave it in four hours and lie atop her and never move.
"Oh, honey, that was so good," Cindy said. "It was the best yet."
"Yeah, wasn't it?" agreed George. "I've got a nice little surprise for you tonight, something I'm sure you've never had before. Bring me that bag I left under my coat."
Cindy rushed over to the chair and grabbed the brown package. She flopped down onto the bed and eyed it curiously.
"Open it," said George. "I bought it just for you."
"For me," cooed Cindy excitingly. "What is it?" Her hands trembled as she tore open the package.
"Oh, my!" gasped Cindy as she looked down at the object in her hand. It was the exact replica of a man's prick, complete with hairy testicles. It had a cord attached to it also.
"Like it?" asked George.
"Oh, yes," moaned Cindy. "It looks so real. Oh, Georgie, I never had a vibrator in my pussy before. Turn it on and stick it in me. Hurry, make me cum with it."
George plugged in the vibrator. Cindy spread her legs open. George crawled between them so he could get a better view of her cunt while he shoved in the simulated penis. It was twice the size of his and thicker. He wondered if Cindy could take it all. He flipped on the switch and low humming sounds emitted from it.
"Are you ready?" hissed George.
Cindy pulled her pussy lips open so George could shove it in.
George brought the large head of the vibrating cock toward the entrance of Cindy's cunt. He began to move it up and around her clit.
Cindy moaned with passion. "Oh, oh, how wonderful. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, Georgie. Stick it in, hurry!"
George guided the head of the fake cock toward Cindy's open slit. He could look right in and see the inside of her pussy. He could see the pink meat expanding and contracting in eager anticipation of grabbing onto the immense cock that was about to get shoved into it. George pushed the head into Cindy's snatch.
"Oh, it's too big," she wined. "It won't fit!"
"It'll fit," assured George. "Just relax and let me play around with it for a while." George pushed the head a little further in. Cindy's pussy slowly began to open and admit the monstrous head. George watched in amazement as the head slowly disappeared into Cindy's hot snatch, gobbled up like a hungry animal.
Cindy moaned and began pumping her ass in rhythm to the vibrator inside her cunt. It was wonderful. Even her asshole was beginning to tingle. Never had she felt anything quite like this. George shoved the instrument in a few inches more. Cindy's cunt greedily took it.
"Oh, how wonderful it feels," she moaned, throwing her head from side to side with frenzy. "Oh, aiii."
George grinned. Her moans and groans were turning him on. His prick was beginning to swell again and he longed to shove it deep inside her cunt once more, but he continued to shove the vibrator in further.
"Like that, baby?" he asked. "Isn't that good? Are you going to cum?"
"Oh ... oh, yessss," whined Cindy. "It, ... it's starting to burn. Oh, Georgie, it's making me cum. Oh, oh, aiii."
George watched Cindy's cunt snap and close over the simulated cock. She was really having a good one. She began to scream mindlessly with passion. George almost felt his climax sweep over him as Cindy began to cum. He tore the vibrator out of her cunt and climbed between her legs. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to shove it in her. He had to cum. George grasped his lengthy tool in his hand and shoved it in.
"Oh, yes, more, more," cried Cindy, mindlessly babbling. "Fuck me some more, more, more. I need your big cock some more."
George was willing to please. He needed her hot cunt wrapped around his prick. The moment it entered her, the cloying heat from her pussy ignited his cock and he began to shoot hot pellets of jism into her cunt.
"Oh, baby," said George. "Oh, your cunt's makin' my prick shoot. Here it comes. Agghhhh, aaahhhh."
They bucked and moaned together, a tangled heap of mindless passion, their bodies and minds soaring out into space, drifting off into the night.
George awoke feeling something hot wrapped around his cock. He looked down and saw Cindy greedily sucking on his prick. It was stiff and erect and everything was still and quiet except for Cindy's slurping mouth on his cock. She ran her tongue down and over the length, as though she were licking a long candy cane. She tickled his balls with her fingernails and ran her tongue over and under them. Gently she sucked one of George's balls into her mouth and began to roll it around on her tongue. George closed his eyes and let Cindy suck his balls and prick. Her tongue was wet and hot as it snaked up and down the length. She began to work around the large mushroomed head of his prick. She slowly sucked the cap in with a loud slurping sound. George could feel her running her tongue around the rosy cap. She dipped her tongue into the tiny piss slit and probed it as deep as she could. George shivered as her tongue did magical things to his distended cock. Cindy worked for a short time on the head and, with one quick sucking sound, drew the entire length of his prick down into her throat. George heaved his ass upward, trying to shove it in deeper. He could feel the back of Cindy's throat and knew that she had it in as far as it would go, but he pressed his ass upward again, trying to get her to suck in a little more. Cindy began probing his asshole with her finger. She knew George liked that, so she dipped her finger into it as far as she could.
George moaned as Cindy shoved her finger up his anus. It felt wonderful. What a glorious way to wake up, thought George. There's nothing better than waking up with a hot mouth sucking your cock.
"Oh, suck it good, Cindy," George said. "Eat it all. Suck my cock till it shoots into your mouth."
Cindy was so turned on that she couldn't bear it. She continued sucking George's prick. She wanted to make him shoot off into her mouth. She loved to swallow his hot sticky cum down into her throat and into her belly. Her pussy was hot and she wanted to cum too.
Cindy turned around so her pussy was facing George. George knew what she wanted. Once more he took the vibrator and shoved it into her cunt. George could feel Cindy moaning on his cock. The vibration made his balls tingle. He switched the synthetic cock on and shoved it in further. Cindy began to hump her ass in rhythm to George's prodding.
George couldn't contain himself any longer. Along with shoving the vibrator into Cindy's pussy and having her suck on his prick, he knew he was going to cum. His prick began to swell even larger as if someone pushed a magic button. George's cock began to shoot jet after jet of hot sticky man fuck fluid into Cindy's mouth. She could feel the hot pellets flowing into her throat and she greedily swallowed them. George shoved the last few inches of the vibrator all the way into Cindy's hot cunt and, just as he buried it as far as it would go, Cindy began to moan and cry as she sucked on his cock. George knew she was cumming. He looked down and Cindy's pussy was squeezing and pulling the vibrating cock deep inside. He could even see her clit swell and pulsate as a blast of heat tore through her body.
Cindy spit George's limp cock out of her mouth and slumped back on the bed. George switched off the vibrator and pulled it out of Cindy's cunt. It was gooey and slippery with her pussy juice. He had a sudden impulse to taste her juice, so he began to lick it off the vibrator. Cindy watched him hungrily.
"Oh, Georgie, it turns me on to see you do that," she said. "God, that's wild! Let me lick it too." Cindy crawled up beside George and, together, they licked the vibrator clean.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The days fled by quickly. Arnie and Martha had spent every day and night enjoying each other, in between pacifying the younger boys so they would keep their mouths shut. She didn't mind too much. She enjoyed reaching a climax and the more cocks she had to play with, the merrier it would be.
Martha stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Larry and another boy were sitting on the bed waiting for her. They were both naked and their little cocks were straining and hot. They jumped to their feet when Martha came into the room.
"Well, boys," she cooed. "I guess I know what you're waiting for. Shall we get down to business?"
The boys grinned and began to fondle their little pricks.
"Stand close together," said Martha. "I feel like sucking some cock this morning and you have suck darling little pink ones, so clean and fresh and pink. Not a hair in sight. How darling!"
They boys got as close together as they could. Martha knelt in front of them. Their tiny pricks were staring her in the face. Martha snaked out her tongue and began to lick both cocks at the same time. The boys whimpered and moaned with pleasure. They watched intently as Martha's great breasts flopped back and forth as her body moved with her sucking.
Larry, a little more brazen than Bobby, reached out and began to pinch the rosy nipple in front of him. "Can I suck this into my mouth, Aunt Martha?" he asked timidly.
"Of course, darling," Martha said. "Do anything you like, that's what I'm here for."
Larry bent over and sucked on Martha's big red nipple. Martha could feel him bite and lick on it. It felt delicious. She continued to run her tongue over their two prods. They began to stiffen and stick out further.
"When I open my mouth real wide, you stick both your cocks into my mouth. That way I can suck on them at the same time. All right?"
"You mean you want them both in at the same time?" asked Larry. "Will they both fit in there!"
"Of course, silly," Martha said and laughed. "Now just stick them in like I told you."
Martha opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked both boycocks into it. The boys grinned and jabbed each other. "Gosh," they moaned.
God, this is wonderful. So utterly dirty and filthy, thought Martha.
She sucked on the cocks and played with their balls at the same time. What a thrilling experience to have two cocks in your mouth instead of one.
I'll have to try it with one or two of the older boys. I think I could fit a little bigger prick in there.
Martha snaked her tongue down and over their cocks. The boys moaned and groaned. Martha knew that they would shoot off within seconds. After all, they were just children and hadn't learned to hold their cum back yet.
"Gosh, Aunt Martha," Larry said. "My cock's starting to feel awful funny. I'm going to cum now, I think."
"If it's starting to burn and you feel a tingle in your balls, dear, I guess you're going to cum."
"Me too," Bobby said.
Martha sucked a little harder. She could feel their cocks stiffen and knew that they were going to shoot off together in her mouth. She increased her sucking.
"Holy shit," moaned Larry.
"Oh boy, oh, boy, aw, aw!" cried Bobby.
Both boys started shooting their wads of sticky cum into Martha's mouth. She greedily swallowed it down and spit out their shriveled pricks.
"Did you like that, boys?" Martha asked, smiling with satisfaction.
"You bet," they said. "It was just super. When can we stick it in your pussy, Aunt Martha? I've never had a pussy before. Can we now? Please?"
"Not now, boys," said Martha. "Arnie's coming over now. It's his turn and you know I have to please everyone so no one will feel left out."
"Yeah, we understand. It's okay. We'll wait till next time. Thanks, Aunt Martha. It was really great!"
Martha smiled as the boys skipped outside.
Well, she thought. Now I'm going to enjoy myself with Arnie's big beautiful cock.
Martha sat down on the bed and spread her legs apart. She began playing with her clit. She was going to be good and hot when Arnie got there. She was really hot after sucking off Larry and Bobby, and her pussy craved some big hot dick.
Arnie walked over to the Dunkin house. He had seen the two younger boys come scampering into the dorm, grinning from ear to ear, and he knew that Martha must have really satisfied them.
Shit, he thought. I don't like this arrangement at all. He kicked his feet in the sand as he entered the Dunkin house and strolled into Martha's bedroom. He stood in the open doorway intently watching Martha finger-fucking herself. His cock jumped to attention.
Martha looked up and saw Arnie. His cock was almost bursting out of his tight jeans. "Come on in and take off your clothes, darling," she said. "You look good enough to eat."
"So do you," said Arnie, eyeing her pussy intently. Martha was still working her finger over her clit.
Arnie ripped off his clothes as quickly as he could. "Here, let me do that for you," he suggested. "I want to play with that hot pussy. It's mine now, you know."
Arnie climbed onto bed beside Martha. He kissed her passionately on the mouth and sucked on her tongue for several seconds. Martha responded to his ardent kiss. Arnie began kissing her neck and trailed a wet path down and around her voluptuous tits. He laved his hot tongue around one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He began to bite and chew on it, turning it red and stiff in his mouth. Martha moaned and whimpered. Arnie worked the other one up to the same condition. He licked further on down to Martha's belly button where he dipped his tongue in and began to blow and suck there.
"Oh, Arnie darling, that tickles," cooed Martha.
Arnie moved on further down until he had his nose buried in Martha's dark nest of curls. He pulled open the hairy cuntal lips and probed his tongue into Martha's sticky pussy.
"Oh, yes, darling, suck it," moaned Martha. Arnie liked nothing better than sucking on her hot cunt and she loved to have it sucked on. For a second she wished that George would suck her there, but it was ridiculous to think of George at a time like this. The mere idea of sucking on her pussy would never enter his mind. He would just make fun of her and tell her that she was a dirty-minded old bag. No, it was stupid to wish that. Why should she? Here was Arnie doing it to her, and an expert cunt-lapper he was. He knew all the best places to suck, all the places that really turned Martha on. She brushed George out of her mind and concentrated on Arnie's tongue in her twat.
Arnie probed the tiny nub with his finger. He tickled it and then licked on it. He dipped his middle finger in Martha's steaming pussy and ran it back and forth from the tip of her clit down and into her cunthole. Martha wiggled her ass and moaned with pleasure. Arnie could really make a cunt feel good. The oiled nub of her clit began to stiffen. Arnie knew she was really getting hot. He wanted to taste some more cunt juice. He had been deprived of it for two days while Martha ahd been busy fucking the little brats so they would keep their mouths shut. It made him angry to think about it. He tried to concentrate on the thing he liked doing most. Fucking and eating hot cunt.
He crawled up between Martha's splayed legs and began to inhale the fragrant aroma of her pussy. Shit, it was great. He had really missed it. Arnie darted his tongue out and started to lick the tasty morsel oozing cream. Martha was turned on and the slightest touch that Arnie's tongue made drove her wild. She bucked her ass into the air and moaned and cried with frenzied passion. She had missed Arnie and his love-making. She genuinely enjoyed him and not having his big boycock in her pussy for two days had just about driven her out of her mind. She could feel his tongue grating and licking over her clit. It felt marvelous. She could just lie there for days and let him eat her pussy. Knowing Arnie by now, he wouldn't mind one bit. As long as his tongue could hold out, he would lick on forever, just go on bringing Martha to one smashing climax after another. Arnie jammed his tongue into Martha's fevered boyfuck slit. He licked and sucked all the juice out....
"Oh, darling, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Oh, God, that feels so wonderful. Suck it good. Make me cum in your mouth. It's been so long, so long. Ohhh, yeeesss."
Arnie screwed his tongue in like a jack-hammer. He licked and sucked faster, wanting to bring Martha to one hell of a good climax. He knew he could really turn her on with his cunt-lapping, and it was almost his favorite hobby, next to fucking, that is.
Arnie drove one of his fingers into Martha's pussyhole and another he rammed into her ass. Martha was completely filled now and relishing every second of both fingers. She was going to have a cock in each hole sometime today. Arnie's and perhaps Brian's. His tool was bigger than all the younger boys.
She had really enjoyed it when Timmy's dick had been in there, but it had been too small, and Arnie's was too big. On the other hand, Brian's was just right.
Martha turned her mind back to Arnie's sucking of her cunt.
He pistoned his fingers in and out of Martha's dual passages. His tongue quickened its pace, slipping and sliding over Martha's clit. She began to moan louder and Arnie suspected that she was about to cum.
"Oh, Arnie," she wailed. "I'm going to cum. Your tongue is making it cum. Oh, here it is. Oh, aiii...."
Arnie continued to lap up her juice. He yanked out his fingers and dipped his tongue into Martha's juicing hole. He wanted to lick up all her cum. He rammed his tongue into it further. He was determined that he wasn't going to miss a drop of the sticky snatch syrup.
After Arnie had sufficiently licked Martha's cunt clean, he looked up at her and smiled. "Did you like that, Martha?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes, Arnie darling," she whispered. "It was so heavenly. So wonderful. I missed your tongue in there. Arnie, would you object terribly if I asked Brian to come over and fuck with us. I'd love to have his tool up my ass and yours in my cunt. May I, please?"
Martha fondled Arnie's tool while she spoke. She knew he would agree to it. He was horny as hell and she could just about get anything she wanted from him at that point. He was afraid not to say no.
"Okay, I guess so," mumbled Arnie. He didn't like the idea, but he had to go along with it. "I'll go call him."
Martha waited with her legs up and spread apart, waiting anxiously for Brian and Arnie to return. She was going to love this. Imagine, those two lovely tools in my body. Oh, my, it's going to feel just wonderful.
Brian and Arnie returned and crawled onto bed with Martha.
"Hi, Martha," Brian said. "Can't get enough of my big prick, huh?"
"Now let's not get sassy, Brian," snapped Martha, "or I'll change my mind and make you stand here and watch Arnie stick his big beautiful cock in my pussy. You won't get anything but a sore prick."
"Shit," mumbled Brian. He knew only to well that Martha would live up to her threats. His prick was stiff and sore and wanted to fuck something. He decided he'd better keep his mouth shut.
"Brian, did Arnie tell you what I had in mind for today? Arnie's going to stick his big cock in my pussy and you're going to stick yours up my ass. I know you'll like that, since you've never done it before. It'll make your prick feel wonderful, won't it, Arnie?"
"Yeah, Brian, your cock's going to love it in Martha's tight asshole. It's great in there."
Martha turned over and got on her hands and knees. She crouched above Arnie who was sprawled across the bed on his back, his gigantic cock sticking straight up like a medieval lance.
"Oh," said Martha, "I'm going to love sitting on your big juicy, prick. Here I come, Arnie."
Martha eased her body down over the immense shaft. It was a tight fit and she had to wiggle a bit to get Arnie's cock in just the right place so she could sink down on it. "Wet the head, Arnie," ordered Martha. "Then I can sit right down on it without any trouble at all."
Arnie spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over the massive satin head of his prick. He pulled open Martha's cunt lips as wide as he could and, with one driving lunge, Martha sank down on the monolithic pole.
"Oh, oh, how wonderful. Oh, yes. Fucking good," she said.
She began to move her ass up and down on Arnie's shaft. She pulled herself up, allowing his cock to almost plop out, and then with a heave thrust her cunt back down over it. She began to moan with joy. "Oh, oh, my pussy loves it. Oh, yes, yes...."
Martha crouched over Arnie after she had bounced on his cock several times. She wanted to get her cunt nice and hot and ready.
"All right, Brian," she said sexily. "You can stick your cock into my asshole now. Hurry, stick that fuckin' thing in."
Brian spit into his hand and rubbed it over the knob of his dick. He looked down at the fully rounded buttocks staring him in the face. Eagerly Brian licked his lips. Shit, look at that beautiful asshole. And I'm going to stick my cock in there. Wow! Brian began probing the puckered brown eye with his finger. It was tightly shut and squinting up at him. He spit on his finger and brutally rammed it into Martha's anal passage.
She moaned as she felt Brian's finger dip into her ass. She began to wiggle her buttocks around on it. She humped her ass up and down on Arnie's throbbing cock.
"Now, Brian," she hissed. "Shove it in my ass, now!"
Brian grasped his prick and placed the head against the brown eye. He gently began to force the head of his cock forward. "Uhh, uhhh," he moaned, as the mushroom head began to disappear into the mysterious passageway. Martha whined with passion and greed as she felt the head of Brian's cock oozing into her asshole. It was wonderful, nice and hot and tight. Better than she had anticipated.
"Shove it in all the way, hurry," she said. "Just get it in there and let's start fucking. My cunt's on fire. I want to cum. Hurry, you cocks, fuck, fuck."
"Okay," said Brian. "You want cock and you're going to get cock. Here it comes!"
Brian shoved it in with a massive lunge. The whole length of his prick disappeared into Martha's bowels. It was buried deep inside her. She had accomplished her dream. Brian's cock up her ass and Arnie's cock up her pussy.
Arnie began to hum his ass upward, driving his massive prick deep into Martha's greedy cunt. Each time Arnie drove his cock forward, Brian rammed his cock in at the same time.
"Ram it up her ass," Arnie said. "Shove it all the way in. She likes all of it in there. Fuck her ass good, and I'll fuck her cunt good."
Brian's cock plundered the small opening. Martha loved it. Both her fuck passages were full of boycock and she was on her way to a scorching climax. She knew that she would feel the burning thrill tear through her ass as well as her cunt. It was goins to be one hell of a good fuck. For everyone.
"Uhhh, uhhh, urrgh," moaned Arnie as he drove his cock up Martha's cunt.
"Oh, shit, Brian said. "This is great. My prick's being squeezed to death. I love it. Gawd, it's hotter than hell in there. Oh, shit, I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck, here it comes. Ahhh, uggh."
"Oh," whined Martha as she felt Brian's cock spit its juice into her ass. "Oh, yes, me too. My cunt's starting to burn. Oh, it's on fire. Here it comes. Ohh, aiii, fuckkkkk!"
Arnie, hearing the moans and cries of his fellow fuckers, began to shoot a hot load of sperm into Martha's pulsating cunt. He could feel it squeezing the cum right out of his boyballs. A rocket of fire tore through his balls and up the length of his pistoning cock. The fireball and rockets shot into Martha's cunt, filling it to overflowing.
"Geez," Brian said. "What a cum that was. Shit, that was the best climax I ever had. It's almost as good as cumming in a pussy. Boy!"
He withdrew his oozing shit-streaked prick from Martha's asshole and flopped down on the bed beside her.
Martha had crawled off Arnie's massive pole and the three of them lay satiated several seconds before moving. Everyone had reached a glorious climax.
CHAPTER TWELVE
George had spent a fantastic week of camping, hunting and fucking. It was the best summer he had ever spent at Dunkin's Landing and this was only the beginning of the summer. He grinned at the thought of what was going to come in the near future. Everything looked bright and promising and, as George and the boys packed the gear to get ready to hike back down Pine Mountain, George hummed to himself. If Martha knew what was going on, she might decide not to be such a cold fish to me. If things had been different with us, maybe all this wouldn't have happened, but what the hell do I care? I've got a great piece of cunt to fuck any time I want. Why'm I thinking about what Martha thinks, anyway?
George pulled up into the driveway. The house was quiet. All he could hear in the early morning was the sound of the TV coming from the dorm. Martha must still be asleep, he thought.
"Well, here we are back home," said George. "You boys go on to the dormitory and relax a little. I'm going to sack out for a while."
George shuffled into the house and headed for the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks as he heard unusual noises coming from that direction. Perhaps he was mistaken. No, there they were again, the identifiable sounds of fucking, passion and the thumping of the bed against the wall.
What the fuck is going on? He slowly opened the bedroom door, and almost fell over with shock at the sight he beheld. There were Martha, Arnie and Brian, all fucking together on the bed. George shook his head in disbelief. Martha was eagerly riding up and down on Arnie's cock, which George noted was of a tremendous size. And most shocking of all, Brian was ramming his cock in and out of Martha's asshole. George became violently angry. Imagine, his own wife fucking those young boys. She must be crazy, or worse. George could hardly believe what he was seeing. He stood there for several seconds watching the lurid sight.
Somehow he couldn't drag himself away from the sight. It was turning him on. His prick was stiff and trying to break out of the tight confinement of George's trousers. He intently watched as the trio of lovers began to reach a climax. They didn't notice him standing there in the doorway. They began to scream as their climaxes poured over them.
George watched Martha. He still couldn't believe it. Here was his dull old Martha, fucking away with two boycocks embedded in her. What had happened? Why hadn't she said something to him? He would have fucked her gladly. He remembered that he had been horny and never let Martha know about it. She probably thought he never even got a hard-on any more. George calmed down. There wasn't much he could do about it. After all, he wasn't in any position to talk, he had just finished fucking Cindy over two hours ago.
George drew his attention back to the fucking trio. He wondered if he should say something or just leave. He mustered up his courage and spoke. "Well, well; what a sight to behold."
Martha, Arnie and Brian looked up at the same time. Martha screamed and the two boys jumped out of bed and stood in front of George, their amply sized cocks dripping with their own sperm and Martha's.
"My God, George," cried Martha. "Oh, my ... what can I say? I guess the cat's out of the bag finally. You've been standing there watching us, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have," said George. "And if you don't mind, boys, I'd like to talk to my wife alone. I think you've taken up enough of her time for now."
Arnie and Brian raced out of the house. George sat down on the bed beside Martha. He eyed her curiously. "How long has this been going on, Martha?"
"Well ... I guess ever since the boys arrived," she whispered. "I ... I just got so horny all of a sudden and I ... well, I didn't think you could any more ... so ... I ... well, it just happened, that's all. I didn't plan it that way. It sort of all happened at once. What are you going to do?"
"Nothing," replied George.
Martha looked at him in amazement. "I don't understand. Aren't you mad about all this, about me fucking the boys."
"Well, I must admit when I first came in and saw them fucking you, I was very jealous and mad. But I ... well, I've been fucking someone too. I've also been horny. It got so bad at times that I thought I would go crazy. I didn't say anything because I thought you'd laugh."
"Who is she?" asked Martha.
"That new client of mine," George said. "You know, the Navy wife who bought the old Bradley place."
"I see," said Martha, getting irritated. "Is she a good fuck?"
"Well, to be perfectly honest ... yes," replied George. "She digs my big cock."
Martha was getting hot again. She eyed George skeptically. "Take it out and let me see it," she said.
"Martha, I'm surprised at you."
George began stripping off his clothes. Martha watched intently and licked her lips. She watched as George's cock sprang into view.
"Oh, it is nice, George. I'd forgotten how big it is." Martha reached out and started to caress it. Her hand stopped. She looked at George.
"Go ahead if you want to. Might be kind of fun to fuck you after all these years. Wouldn't you like me to stick this big cock in your cunt, Martha?"
"Oh, yes. I think it sounds exciting. Like a new lover. Oh, hurry, stick it in me, George."
Martha fell back on the bed and spread her legs. George crawled up between them. He looked down at her pussy. The black curls were damp with boycum. George bent forward and sniffed at it. "Uuummm, nice. May I lick it?"
"Oh, yes," hissed Martha. "Oh, stick your tongue in my cunt, George, and suck out all my juice. Yes, yes, do it."
George dipped his tongue in Martha's twat. It tasted good. He began to lick and suck it. He ran his tongue over her clit and took the tiny nub into his mouth and began nibbling on it.
Martha whined and moaned. "Oh, George, yes, lick my cunt, suck my clit. Oh, you do it so good. Oh, wonderful."
George continued to grate his tongue over Martha's highly aroused cunt. Boy, she sure is a hot one. Like Cindy. I like sucking my wife's cunt. It's great. I won't give ud Cindy. I'll suck and fuck them both. Martha can do the same with the boys. Maybe it'll all work out.
"Oh, George," screamed Martha. "You're making me cum. Oh, here it comes. Ohhh, aiii, oohhh." Martha's whole body shook as another ferocious climax hit her. George greedily lapped up her cunt juice.
He sat back and looked at his wife for the first time in a long time. "Martha, I can't give up Cindy, you know. And I can't ask you to give up the boys, if you still want to fuck them, but I want to fuck you too. Can we keep this arrangement the way it is?"
Martha pondered for a moment. Why not? I can have all the boys during the summer. Have Arnie live here. And I'll have George too. Yes, it'll work out fine.
"All right," Martha said. "You have Cindy and me, and I have Arnie, you, and the boys. But right now, I need your big cock stuffed in my pussy. So hurry ud, George, and stick it in."
George pinned and climbed between Martha's legs. Everything was going to be fine. What a great summer this has turned out to be, he thought. George continued smiling as he plowed his stiffly erect cock into Martha's greedy pussy.
