What makes a mature woman yearn for sexual relations with boys in their teens? Is it their physical attributes or some psychological factor operating in the woman herself? Are such women normal?
And what about the boys? Who is the seducer and who seduced? These questions are rarely faced directly.
Perhaps an even more important question in our youth-oriented society is, what is the psychological effect of the advances of an older woman on the youths she seduces? Are they warped in their sexual outlooks as a result? Or is it a maturing and enriching experience both physically and mentally?
It is generally thought a woman is at the peak of her sexual appetite in her thirties. Yet a male reaches that peak somewhere between sixteen and nineteen. When a mature woman meets a high school student, what is their uninhibited sexual union like? Who comes away the richer?
This novel delves into the thinking of a woman who's libido is fixed on young lads and explores her motivations. It shows the initial cause of her compulsion and traces its development from fantasy to reality. We see how she arranges her assignations and chronicles the growth of her obsession.
In the story of Connie the reader will learn the depths of depravity an obsession of this kind can drive a passionate woman to. And from those depths the heights she can reach in her own development. Connie's sexuality is directly responsible for her being honored by the community as a public heroine.
Sexuality is part of everyone's life. To deny it dehumanizes as much as over indulging it does. The balance we all seek goes out of Connie's life only to be found again when she accepts herself as she is.
Connie finds that giving herself physically is impossible without giving herself mentally and spiritually. What she does for selfish reasons can have a positive effect for good. The history of Connie is a history of growth and maturity.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Connie was thirty-six the day she received the award from the Board of Education for outstanding service. She stood on the dias smiling and looking modest and made some hopefully dedicated-sounding remarks about the need to do for others, or some such crap. She half believed it herself and the audience loved it.
As she was kissed by the genial board chairman her eyes strayed to the Boy Scout holding the American flag. He was nicely hung. She made a mental note.
It was ironic, she thought, that only ten years ago Tom walked out on her, leaving her with a wet, hungry cunt. He told her he wanted a younger girl. Connie had been twenty-six at the time.
He soon married a girl just out of high school. Connie alternated between being mad at the young girl and smirking at the idea that the kid would grow older and eventually get dumped because she was too old.
This dirty trick her husband had played on her burned into her mind and soon she realized she was going out of her way to be nasty to young females. She gave the girl store clerks a hard time. She snapped at young waitresses. She actually called the cops on a neighbor girl having a slumber party. My God, she thought, I'm going crazy.
To get away from the constant image of young, hot-blooded nubile girls laying her ex-husband, she'd look for something to take her mind off them. She sure-as-hell wasn't going to go mad over them!
I'm thirty-six, damn well built, comfortable, I don't need to work even. I should be jealous of teenie-boppers? Screw them!
An outlet, something to keep her busy. That's what she wanted. A hobby? Too isolated. Philanthropic work, that's the ticket.
Connie scanned the local papers. A private boys' school not too far away needed volunteer help in the infirmary while the regular nurse was out with some illness. She had two years of nurse's training and anyone could volunteer. All that seclusion and no teenage girls around, perfect.
She called the school, went for an interview and stayed four hours, trying to learn the details of the infirmary.
The next morning she was at the school in a simple $400 Chanel suit, it was the closest thing she had to a uniform. Before noon she'd bandaged a sprained ankle and iced a black eye. After lunch there were two cuts and a faculty member obviously on the make.
The boys were high-school-aged, fifteen to eighteen. The school didn't allow anyone younger and it was too expensive to keep a slow learner.
By the end of the week she got to like it and even went over on Saturday because there was to be a football game and she thought an injury was bound to occur. But none did. The boys at this school were very well bred.
The coach checked with her. He was young and attractive. She thought he was nervous around her because he bounced from foot to foot and tossed a towel or a ball or his car keys from hand to hand when they talked. She liked him.
It was toward the end of the second week when Bruce came in. He was a senior boy, attractively tall and athletically lean. The coach wanted him looked at because he thought he might have done something to his back.
She looked at his back, it was a perfect example of a well-muscled young athlete's back. She wanted to caress it with her hand. Instead she professionally slid her hand over his back, asking him to call out if he felt any pain. After some simple movements and a bend or two, she said he was only reacting to an unusual stretch. He recalled he had jumped for a pass that "unglued" him, as he said. She smiled at his phrase. He looked surprised, then smiled back. He had teeth as perfect as only $12,000 worth of orthodontia could make. When she realized how intently his eyes were studying her, she had to think of something to say to break the mood. "I ... well ... I think-"
"I feel better, I can go back now, if it's all right."
"Yes, sure. If anything bothers you, come see me.
She blushed at the possible double entendre her innocent remark could have.
He jogged away from the infirmary.
A week later he was back. Just for a cut finger. The medicine chest in his dorm was all out of bandaids. She was making a note to resupply when she again felt him staring at her. "Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Yes. I was just wondering how long your blonde hair is under that cap of Miss Jorgenson's."
This time she did blush. Her hand instinctively went to her head. It hiked up the skirt of the older nurse's borrowed uniform, which was awfully tight on her, especially in the bust. That's why her breasts stuck up so high. She'd had to remove the buttons in the chest and wore a white scarf and a pin to make the uniform fit. But now with one hand on her head, her scarf slipped and two inches of bare breast stood out between the neckline of the uniform and the kerchief riding like a cowboy's up around her neck. Bruce left.
Thank God it's Friday! Miss Jorgenson'll be back on Monday, she thought. All she had to do was look in on the one boy actually confined to the infirmary. He had measles and the principal was taking no chances. He'd even made her promise she'd look in on him over the weekend.
Saturday afternoon she came by as promised. Several boys including Bruce were there giving the patient news of the afternoon football game. Bruce had a date and went into the shower to prepare. He dropped his clothes boy-fashion, all over the floor. When she arrived the crowd self-consciously evaporated. Connie was asking the splotched teenager in bed routine questions when Bruce splashed out of the shower followed by a blast of steam. The towel was over his head drying his hair while he spoke.
"You know what else I bet about that big-titted blonde? I bet she fucks like a-Oh, Mrs. Mulvern!"
He was too startled to move. When he realized he had the towel around his head and was standing stark naked, he flashed the towel down to cover his boycock and balls, turned scarlet and darted for the shower. He slipped on the wet floor, went down Thud! and even more embarrassed, he crawled out of sight.
"He wasn't talking about you, honest he wasn't!" said the bed-ridden boy in panic.
It hadn't crossed her mind, but now it did. Of course, she was the only staffer who fit that description. How do you like that? I'm part of some little boy's fantasies. Wow!
"Sorry, Mrs. Mulvern, he just wanted a shower because he goes from here to a date. I thought it'd be okay."
"I hope he didn't hurt himself, I'll check. Bruce, may I come in?" She tip-toed through the wet drying area in front of the showers and around the corner to the lockers and benches.
Bruce was laying on a bench with the towel covering his mid-section.
"I apologize, Mrs. Mulvern, I didn't know you were here."
"I'm just concerned about your fall. Why did you crawl away? What hurts?"
"My hip bone. I banged right on it."
He was indicating his left side and she lifted the towel very professionally and ran her hand over his hip. The strong muscles of his body made it a symphony of movement. His skin was soft like hers. He felt strong underneath her hand.
"Wiggle your toes."
He did so.
The vigor with which he did it dispeled any fear of injury. Her mind flashed back to a moment before when he stood shocked in front of her. His penis had been standing slightly erect, with the head larger than the sturdy shaft. She'd noticed how it shriveled up as he realized she was standing there. She couldn't believe a young boy could have such a well-developed organ.
She had the towel in her hand and he was glancing at his curling toes. All she had to do was casually lift the towel and glance at his dick and boyish balls. Of course it wouldn't be as big now, but still some indication of its potential would show. Less than half a second, that's all it would take. He's so smooth, so good looking, so virile. Connie lifted the towel slightly, his genitals were in shadow and she saw nothing.
"I think you're all right."
"I feel okay."
"Then get dressed and I'll drive you up the hill to the village."
She gave the measles kid her phone number in case of emergency. He had the hospital's too, and the watchman looked in every thirty minutes.
Bruce was dressed with his gear in a duffle bag when she brought the car around. They talked about the school and she never let her conscious mind think about her desire to see how big his cock was.
"What size is your date, er, what time is your date, I mean?" She flushed and blushed. He half smiled and said, "Eight."
"What kind of date?"
"You mean, what're we going to do? We're going to a rock concert, the Joy of Cooking." It meant nothing to her, kid stuff.
"Will you have a chance to eat dinner?"
He didn't tell her he didn't want to eat, his girl friend would have some grass and they'd get stoned, enjoy the concert and eat ravenously afterward. "Thanks, we're eating later."
He thought she looked disappointed. He looked at her bare knees as her feet moved the pedals. Nice trim legs. Her skirt rose above her knees. He felt a straining in his cock. He tried to put his hand over the enlarging organ.
"Would you open the glove compartment for me, please? I need the grocery list in there."
She reached for it as he tried to pass it and it fell and landed on his leg, next to his swollen cock. She grasped at the list as it floated down and missed and got a handful of full cock.
"Oh!"
There was a moment's embarrassed silence then she said, "I'm so sorry. You needn't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural at your age. You should worry if it didn't happen, when you least expect it."
"Let me out, please."
"Bruce, believe me, you needn't be embarrassed."
"But I am."
The car stopped, he got out and she drove off. It was only a few blocks to the business district.
At home on clean sheets that night, she tossed and turned remembering the circumference of that massive boycock. He was hung like a horse! It was the most difficult night for her since Tom left. A couple of times she'd had to take cold showers, but this time she didn't want to.
Her slender fingers moved within the hairs decorating her mound of Venus. The cleft was warm. She slid her fingertips over it. Then she dipped one slightly into the soft folds. Warmer still. She moved one more finger in. Then a third. The smooth flesh moving against the insides of her slash began to roll waves of good feeling through her body. A little deeper she probed, keeping up the undulations. She was getting hot.
She slid her fingers up and down molding the inside flesh in a caressing manner. To make the feeling stronger she brought her knees up. Her free fingers rubbed the hairs on her pudenda and the fingers inside worked back and forth increasing her temperature. With the rising heat her breathing pattern changed, it came in quicker shorter inhalings and exhalings.
She thought of the fullness of Bruce's penis when her hand had landed on it. It was fat like a sausage. She could imagine what it felt like, with veins showing on all sides, blue and pale red, like vines around a tree trunk. She pushed her fingers deeper. She thought of him naked in bed with her. He had the energy of youth, the taut muscles of an athlete, the reflexes of a trained competitor, all that showed in the speed with which his cock had gotten hard. He was surging with sexual energy. Her fingers bent and her middle finger worked its way up to her clitoris. Then ever-so-gently it massaged the hard piece of flesh. Her body twitched at the sensation. Her mouth opened as she worked her fingertip around the knob.
Under the tent made by her knees holding up the blanket she rubbed her thighs with her other hand. She maneuvered it between her leg and pudenda, deliberately searching out the crevices which get touched the least, hoping the new sensation of her hand there would excite her even more. As the hand moved across her soft thigh and felt the warmth of her mound of Venus, her tongue moved out of her mouth and moistened her upper lip. Even flexing her lips enhanced the feelings. She wished she could feel the warmth of Bruce's fat cock in her body and the weight of him on top of her. She squirmed her hips back and forth and wiggled her toes. She could imagine what his hands would feel like on her or how the mattress would give on either side of her if he was over her resting his weight on his hands. She strained to get her fingers in deeper.
She wanted to fill her cunt as much as she imagined he would do. But her slender fingers were inadequate to duplicate the swollen flesh that he could provide for her pleasure. She remembered girl-talk of years ago when one friend had suggested vegetables for masturbation. Carrots and cucumbers were the most popular substitutes for a penis. One girl had advocated rib lamb chops on the theory that meat was meat.
As her fingers dug deeper and deeper and moved about inside her body, Connie definitely wanted something bigger so she released her cramped fingers and brought her smooth shapely legs over the side of the bed and slid her delicate feet into soft slippers. She picked up the flimsy robe and put her arms through the sleeves. She walked around the bedroom looking for something to put in her cunt. The sewing basket. The darning egg. Too hard. The handle of her hair brush. The bristles would scratch her smooth skin. And besides it would be hard to hold. She went down the hall to the dining room. A scented candle. No. The living room offered nothing either. She went to the kitchen. Maybe her friend had known something after all, meat was meat. But she didn't have any lamb chops. Besides they'd be too cold. But she did have a cut-up chicken marinating for tomorrow's dinner.
Connie switched on the light and uncovered the bowl of chicken parts. Two drum sticks. They were not too large. She got the plastic wrap out of the cupboard and selected the fattest leg. Carefully she wrapped it in the plastic, then placed a rubber band around it tight. That would hold the plastic in place. But it was cold.
She took off the plastic wrap and opened the microwave oven. She could heat it up in no time. Before she allowed herself to think about it too much she placed the leg in the oven and turned it on. While it was undergoing its metamorphosis she went into the bathroom and brought out the expensive skin lotion. When the leg was warmed to more or less the temperature she wanted she took it out and again placed the plastic wrap around it and secured it with rubber bands. Then she lovingly covered the whole thing with the lotion. It was a gooey mess. She brought the lotion back to the bedroom with the chicken leg. She couldn't figure out how to get her robe off. Oh, to hell with it. She set the warm slippery chicken package on the night table and let her robe drop to the floor. She kicked her slippers, letting them land wherever they would. One ended up on the window sill.
On her back she brought her knees up again and reached for the chicken leg. It dripped lotion on the sheets. It was warm where she held it by the bone and even warmer in the fleshy part. Her fingers told her it was not too hot to insert.
It was awkward. The plastic was smooth enough but the inevitable creases did not feel good. It was the right temperature so she made an effort to insert it. It filled the opening well. The lips tended to encircle it and come back together as it tapered toward the end. Oh! The warmth!
She stopped moving it and let the heat of the chicken leg expand through her cunt. It was heaven.
The plastic was an intrusion. She decided to do without the plastic. With a wrist action she tried to withdraw the poultry. Her labia had closed around it and it was a whole new sensation opening them from the inside to let the fat leg out. It was so good that even with the plastic she relaxed her wrist and let the leg slide back in a little and then slowly removed it.
She didn't turn on the light to see where she was putting the plastic as she quickly unwound the warm chicken leg. It landed on the floor and several smears of lotion stained the sheet.
Back on her back she quickly had her legs up in the air and the warm meat in her fingers and in her crotch. Before she inserted the drum stick she familiarized it with her body. It smeared itself all over her cunt, causing the hairs to stick together. The warmth of it excited her and she relished the stickiness and the goo. She hoped a man's cock would be this good the next time she got one. The warmth of it was something she'd never experienced before. Almost reluctantly she forced herself to pressure the instrument into her soft folds. The lotion from the plastic was warm and fluid and ran down her skin and was absorbed into the sheets. Screw the laundry. She continued moving the naked chicken leg into her cunt. Its own juices were mingling with hers and the aroma and texture were exciting. The heat was the best part. It was every bit as hot as Bruce's cock had felt, even through his jeans.
The sturdy leg was being moved back and forth in the outer area of her cunt. Perfect. She experimented by pushing it further within, the heat radiating out of it and into her body. Deliberately she held the fat meat against her clit. The heat was all she needed. It was a totally new thrill. She worked the chicken leg back and forth, its roundness exciting every side of her cunt at once. She moved it deeper. It touched her clitoris and backed away, touched and backed away. She twisted it. Little furrows of soft cunt followed it as it turned, only to be held back as the rotation moved to new territory and left the little ridge of flesh behind, picking up new ones and stretching them and abandoning them for still newer ones. Connie turned it in the other direction. The sensations were the same and all the while the heat enlivened her body. Now her whole being was involved in the act. Her back gyrated and stretched and bent. Her toes were curling and uncurling. Her neck stretched and twisted. Both hands were guiding the leg in her. She rammed it hard against her love bud. Again she smashed it against the nerve center. She grabbed the bone in her fist and worked it like a pestle, grinding joy in her cunt.
The excitement was mounting as she feverishly worked the food in her body. Backward and forward she rolled it, moving fast. She worked it roughly, pushing down with her inner muscles as the leg moved up, tightening her cuntlips fiercely.
She kept trying to rotate the fattest part of the meat against her clit. As her climax approached she intensified the turning and rocked her body back and forth to enhance it. Then as she audibly groaned in passion the orgasm came. She was transported and rocked back and forth as her body thrilled in pleasure. The picture of Bruce standing naked and dripping wet with the towel over his head was before her and she cried out in ecstasy.
Her hands kept the bone turning back and forth as the orgasms crowded each other. She thought she would die from sheer sexual satisfaction. She certainly didn't want to stop anything. The bone of the chicken was separating from the meat and the whole dildo was coming apart in her cunt.
Connie stopped rotating the stick and clasped it with her cunt as tight as she could and played with it with her muscles.
When her head was clear again, she put the end of the bone between her thumb and index finger and began to extract the pleasure-giver. The bone came out without any meat on it.
She had to get the sections of meat out of her cunt. Deft fingers reached in and withdrew a large piece, then she got hold of several smaller ones. She was dragging out small bits when she realized she'd have to douche. She was too satisfied to do anything practical. She'd survive until tomorrow.
Connie went to sleep with the drying and sticky chicken bone in her hand and chunks of meat on the bed, night table and floor, and the image of Bruce's young body and over-sized dick in her mind.
The next day she hated herself. She cursed herself for creating such a mess simply because she was turned on by the body of a young boy. She changed the bed and cleaned up the room in a fury of anger.
It was five o'clock at night when she decided to get away from her self-disgust by taking in a movie. She drove to a local drive-in. A trio of black cops and robbers picture was advertised. At the shopping center the film was one she'd seen. Connie decided to go home and watch television. The golden arches of MacDonald's loomed on the side of the road. She was hungry. So she drove in and went up to the window. Standing next to her was Bruce. They exchanged a few words. He was grabbing a bite before returning to the school. She got in her car and had to wait till she could pull out. When she got on the street, Bruce was thumbing a ride. She thought about ignoring him, pretending she hadn't noticed, but it wouldn't be believable. She stopped, he smiled and got in.
Their conversation was light. They agreed the quality of MacDonald's had gone down. So much so in fact that they admitted to each other they only bought the product because nothing else was available on a Sunday evening. They were just two people agreeing on something, perfectly relaxed in each other's company.
Connie said she would miss the school. Bruce said she'd done a good job. The boys would miss her. It was that kind of pleasantness that prompted her to suggest they dump the plastic they bought under the arches and go to her house and she'd cook them a proper meal. He'd like that. So Connie dropped two bags of indigestion in a trash can adorned with a sign saying "Improve the Quality of Life" and took Bruce to her home.
She wanted a martini and Bruce offered to make them. He was taught by his father and always made them at home. Connie was surprised but tried not to show it. When Bruce handed her the stemmed glass and she tasted the cocktail, she knew why Bruce always made them at home. A perfect martini.
They ate dinner and watched a special on the alleged achievements of the notorious Nixon administration. It was a short show. She offered him a beer after that, thinking it wasn't contributing to his delinquency and yet she wasn't treating him like a child. He said he would prefer a brandy. She got them.
Bruce lit the fire in the fireplace for her and they sat side by side on the couch sipping their brandies.
Connie tried very hard not to look at his legs. He was sitting with them spread wide apart. The horny bulge in his crotch was obvious, but she dared not think about it.
He looked at her and tried to keep his eyes off her breasts. She was particularly chesty without being top heavy. He was extremely conscious of her sex appeal. While he had been having sex for three years he'd never experienced a woman much older than himself. This woman, with her trim legs and slender waist and full breasts excited him in a different way. He had to do something about it. His cock was hard again. This time he wasn't embarrassed. He wanted her to know he had a hard-on. He wanted her to do something about it. He shifted his body so she couldn't help but see that his cock was hard.
She turned the other way and didn't give any reaction. She walked out of the room and he decided to chalk it up to a near miss and began to gather his coat and gloves and prepare to leave.
CHAPTER TWO
They were surprised to see it was snowing when they went out to the car. By the time they reached the main highway it was a blizzard. It was several miles to the school and they couldn't go more than ten miles an hour. It was bitterly cold.
Cars were stuck all along the highway. The visability was worsening. The car moved slower and slower. At one point Bruce had to get out and push. They were halfway between the school and Connie's house when she realized they wouldn't make it. A Holiday Inn was across the highway. She suggested they take refuge till the road was plowed. It had taken them three times as long as the usual trip and they'd only made it halfway. Bruce said it would be better to be inside than stuck in the car all night.
As they turned into the motel the car slid and the back wheels ended in a ditch. It was obvious they couldn't move the car without a tow truck. They trudged the few hundred yards to the motel. She wasn't thinking about taking a room, they'd wait it out in the restaurant or the bar. Just as they sat down with hot cups of coffee, the manager came in and announced that the state patrol had said plowing would be delayed till the storm was over. He had four rooms left for those who wished to stay all night.
Only two couples went up for rooms. A family with four children took the third. Impulsively Connie said she and her nephew would like the fourth. She paid for it with her American Express card and, as they walked to their room, Connie explained that it was simpler to explain he was her nephew than get hassled for not being related although she didn't think they'd be too fussy during a storm.
Inside the room the cement block walls were cold. Bruce turned up the heat and fortunately soon the room was comfortable. The music system actually worked and while the sounds weren't attention holding, at least they were pleasant background.
Bruce seemed to look on the whole event as an adventure and Connie felt young, making the best of an emergency. They were very light hearted.
Bruce needed a shower after the pushing and trudging through the snow. He splashed and sang as he washed. Connie smoked a cigarette as she sat on the bed with her back against the headboard, her shoes off. She imagined what he looked like soaping himself all over, his lean body glistening under the running water. She remembered how she'd seen him naked, dripping wet. She wanted to see him that way again. It was a battle of will power for her to not go into the bathroom and try to sneak a peek. What'll he think of me? He'd have every reason to think I'm a tramp. The word would spread around the school. Some of those boys are from that area and she knew their families. She couldn't.
When the teenager came out of the bathroom, he had the towel tied around his waist sarong-fashion.
"Which bed should I sleep in?"
"Which one would you like?"
"This one's fine." Bruce sat on the clear bed. She extinguished her cigarette and went into the bath to prepare for bed. Connie was wearing hip-huggers, one of the few women her age she knew who could do that successfully. Years of horseback riding and tennis had served her well, her figure was voluptuous without being fleshy. She'd have to sleep in the nude but she could turn out the light before she undressed.
When Connie came out of the bathroom, she saw Bruce's towel on the back of the chair and he was in bed, covered to his head.
She sat on her bed and turned out the light. It was dark and quiet. The sound of the snow gently hitting the window was soothing. Her pants and pantyhose were off and she was unbuttoning the blouse when he turned, restless. She froze. Bruce quieted down so she continued undressing. Her full breasts made it necessary to wear a bra, although she preferred not to. She folded her clothing as best she could in the dark and slid under the covers. It was only moments before the radiator gave a few weird noises and started a cooling-down ticking. No heat.
She knew it would get cold. How would they keep warm? She could sleep in her pants and slacks, but Bruce's trousers were wet from the snow he'd been in trying to get the car out of the ditch. Would he be warm enough?
After an hour the room got very cold. Bruce woke up and sat up in bed. Connie had been awake the whole time, too conscious of the young lad in bed next to her to sleep.
"The heat's off, Bruce. Maybe you'd better sleep in your sweater."
"It's too scratchy, I couldn't sleep in it."
"I called the manager. He said they're trying to get the heat back on. They're out of extra blankets too, seems there're people sleeping in the restaurant and the bar. We're lucky to have this. It was the last room, you know."
She thought she heard a note of concern in his voice as he asked, "Will we have to share our room with anyone?"
This gave her courage to do something that had been gnawing at her mind for an hour while she listened to the boy breathe in the dark.
"I think to keep warm we should sleep in the same bed."
With that she boldly flung back the covers and quickly slid into Bruce's bed. She couldn't see his face, but she was sure he was turning crimson.
"This is an emergency, Bruce, and we have to take emergency measures. I hope you can sleep well. We may have to shovel ourselves out in the morning, if we can get out."
She was trying to sound matter-of-fact and practical, but her heart was pounding with the realization of what she was doing, not only to herself and her reputation but to the youngster's psyche. She was playing with fire and she knew it.
"Yes, Mrs. Mulvern."
Connie could sense the tension in his body. He was shivering, not from the cold, but from the shock.
They lay like two stiff boards. She knew she'd gone this far, she'd lost her reputation anyway, might as well drop the pretense and go all the way. She was naked in bed with him for Christ's sake.
"I'm cold, Bruce. Move a little closer so we can keep each other warm."
"Yes, Mrs. Mulvern."
He stiffly slid toward her. Their bodies were incendiary. They were both burning with pent-up churning, nervous energy. In the cooling air of the Holiday Inn room they were actually glad for the warmth of each other's body. Their hips touched first. Bruce lay on his stomach. To protect his cock, she thought. She was on her back, her full breasts tending to spill to either side. "You're warm."
"So are you."
With that she put her hand on his waist. He tensed.
"Don't be upset, I just want to feel your warmth."
He said nothing, nor did he move. She slid closer. She could feel his chest expand and contact as he breathed faster. Her hands rubbed his sturdy back and sides. She turned on her side and the weight of her breast obeying gravity as it rolled over was pleasant. The nipple of it touched his skin. He groaned.
"Turn around, Bruce, and face me." She felt secure now.
He did so.
"I like to put my hand on you. Your skin's smooth and firm. It feels good. Feel mine."
His hands were trembling as he nervously turned on his side to face her and brought his hand onto her hip. At the first feel of his fiery hand, she sucked in air.
"Oh!" she said. She pushed her body next to his, pressing hard against his hard cock.
"This should keep you warm." She softly kissed his cheek.
"Oh, Bruce, you're so warm, so nice. I've longed for a long time to have someone near me who felt like this. You feel wonderful. Hold me tight. I want to feel your young body next to me."
It was too much for the hot-blooded Bruce. He ignored all fear and clasped her sturdily, if awkwardly, in his arms and kissed her neck and shoulders repeatedly. His hands slid up and down her back and his knee went over her leg. His mouth was racing across her jaw and chin and placed itself on her mouth. His kisses lacked technique but made up for it in intensity. His hips were involuntarily pumping back and forth. One fist got ahold of her hair and was pulling too tight.
"Bruce, calm down. We have all night."
"I don't think so. You've got me so hot I'm going to cum."
"Don't be silly."
"Yes, I am, I can tell."
"Quick then, put it in."
"Oh, God!"
She knew from the deep breath he took in through his nostrils that his climax was on him and she didn't have time to do anything but squeeze him to her. He held her tight against him and his fat cock spewed forth its cum in powerful spasms of muscular jerks. The sticky hot cum landed on her belly and rolled down her pudenda.
Bruce was contrite and ashamed. After holding him close for a minute or two she went to the bathroom and found a washcloth and cleaned herself off. My God, he came a lot. She wondered if all men came that much, or only young ones.
She'd never actually seen cum before. It had always been deposited in her. Tom had been a prosaic lover.
The water was cold. It was sobering to feel the cold cloth on her tummy. She darted back to Bruce's bed. He had turned on his side away from her. Maybe with luck she could get him to do it again, youngsters snapped back so quickly in everything. She held him close and snuggled up to his warm back. Her damp belly was still cold from the cold water and it pressed against his ass, causing him to flinch at the cold.
"You're cold."
"I had to wash off and there's no hot water."
"Could we ... try it again?"
She was overjoyed. "Whenever you want."
Bruce snapped around so fast it startled her and shoved his face between her breasts. He again kissed passionately and ran his fingers all over the full tit flesh. He kissed and he sucked. He licked. He pushed and pulled and massaged. She was thrilled beyond anything she imagined he'd do. This was wonderful. He loved her full tits and she was being handled the way she liked best. Tom had played with her tits but she always got the feeling he thought he was supposed to and only did it out of duty. What he liked was pumping his cock in her and cumming himself. He didn't care much for preliminaries. Having herself felt and touched was the best part of sex for Connie.
He was squeezing one breast with both hands and sucking on the nipple. With his mouth wide open and his tongue way out, he began engulfing the firming breast. The areola was expanding dramatically. He ran the nipple back and forth gently between his teeth. He rolled her over on her back and propped his weight on his elbows with a tit in each hand and rubbed them all over his face. Her legs went around his body and she pumped to hopefully get him to put his cock, again hard as a ramrod, into her. Bruce washed her tits with his tongue and then expanded his services to her whole torso. His young energy and smooth hairless skin made her think of the Lesbian movie Tom and she had seen at the lake when they went to the Kiley's fishing weekend, which was nothing more than an excuse to get drunk and change partners. There had been four couples and she'd gone to bed alone every night. She never asked Tom what he'd done and he never volunteered the information. The marriage had actually fallen apart after that incident, she realized now.
Bruce's ardor kept her thinking fogged and she was glad. All she wanted to do was feel the hot, passionate body crawling all over her. His' lovemaking was imaginative but uncontrolled. He needed experience and restraint, but she was glad she was experiencing the enthusiasm of a young boy. It was terrific. Why had she never thought they could be any good in bed?
He was maneuvering down to eat her pussy, she could tell. By the time he'd gotten down that far the blanket was pulled off her and she was cold in the chest, especially after the hot treatment it had just received from his mouth, tongue and hands. He was nuzzling in the hairs of her cunt when she spoke out.
"I'm cold."
He instantly slid out of bed and onto the floor beside her, bringing the blankets up to her chin as he did so. He was on the other bed before she realized it. She couldn't see what he was doing but she could hear him stripping the other bed.
He was speaking from somewhere above her "Wrap this blanket around you like an Indian and get on your knees in the bed."
He quickly had pulled the blanket covering her down to her feet and as she began to sit up, he sprang up on the bed, gave her his strong arm to help her up and put the other bedding around her.
"Kneel down with your knees spread apart and I'll get under you on my back."
He was flat on his back with a quick movement and that made the bed bounce and she nearly lost her balance. The cold air had tingled their skin during all this maneuvering and she clutched the blanket under her chin and did as he suggested.
Bruce was on his back and scooting down toward the foot of the bed. His hands went to her hips and he kept her from losing her balance. His smooth face was under her cunt. His eager tongue stretched for the protruding flesh. She settled down further so it would be easier for him to reach. He scooted more. They were in alignment and he thrust his tongue expertly into her hot cunt.
"Oh, Bruce, Bruce. Oh, yes!"
He slurped and sucked and worked his tongue as much as he could. It darted in and out and around. It explored and forced its way into her hot flanges. He got his fingers there to spread it even more open. Then with his tongue extended its full length he licked and licked.
"Oh, eat my pussy, Bruce. Eat it."
He increased his efforts. "I don't want to waste it again. Sit on my cock."
She did so as fast as she could. All four hands were guiding his cock to the opening of her cunt. She loved having her hand around that fat organ. It was much, much bigger than Tom's. The head of his dick roughly was at the opening andihe thrust hard, missing the opening and hurting her. He apologized and more gently moved it again, letting her do more guiding this time. It went in slowly and at a bad angle. More shifting and squirming and they got it right. Now the fullness of his boycock was filling her woman's pussy. It was hotter than the rest of his body. God, did she get turned on by his heat. He oozed it upward slowly by tightening his young hips and fucking up. She fucked down and it slid smoothly the length of her salivating cunt. He did slow thrusting and she matched it. She was so anxious she let her body set its own pace and soon she was chewing away on his young prick with her experienced pussy. His hands went all over her hips and even played with her asshole. She'd never had that before. It seemed quite natural under the circumstances, so she didn't get uptight. It was a turn-on, too. Her one hand was holding the blanket around her neck but she pulled the blankets tent-like over her head and put both hands palm down on the bed on either side of Bruce's handsome young face. His hands responded by reaching up and clutching her full, swaying breasts with the wide areola pointing down. He used his fingertips on the nipples. He used his full hands on the meaty part of her loaded breasts.
"Gimme those tits."
His mouth was upon them, sucking greedily. His hips sprung into action and he fucked hard and fast. One hand squeezed too tightly and she was just about to ask him to loosen his grip when she realized he was cumming. The hand got tighter but she said nothing and just let him keep on squeezing as his hard cock again jerked in spasms with white sticky cum shooting into her pussy. With all her might she pushed her torso down so she could experience as much of the enflamed organ as possible. She flexed in a motion she hoped helped draw the cum out of his long hard boycock.
He put his arms around her neck and pulled her down upon him. He kissed her ear and her hair and her face and her neck. His cock was still in her cum-washed cunt. Minutes later his body gave an involuntary contraction as the last of his orgasm moved through his sex organ. Then he lay still and gradually fell asleep with her warmth on top of him and his dick returning to its normal boyish shape and ebbing from the soft lagoon of her womanly harbor.
It wasn't more than an hour when the sputtering of the radiator awoke them, still in the pile they had fallen asleep in.
Bruce opened his eyes gradually, rubbed her back with his hands and realized what the noise was. "The heat's coming back on, Mrs. Mulvern," he said.
"Good."
In an unspoken mutual movement, they rolled till they were lying side by side. He seemed older as she lay on his arm. He wasn't the same little boy she crawled next to only a few hours earlier. He leaned over and caressed her, and as soon as he'd done that, she could feel his hand in her cunt.
"Want some more?" he asked.
"You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not, I'm ready if you are."
Three fucks in a few hours? Tom had never done anything like that. These young studs sure had it all over their more experienced elders. "Sure."
With one spring he was astride her. She felt his cock as it passed over her leg and she heard it slap against his abdomen. It was fully hard again. Damn, she thought, God bless youth.
Bruce grabbed the blankets they'd cast aside and pulled them over both of them. He ignored her breasts this time and went straight for her cunt. His knees nudged her legs apart. He was moving much faster than she was. His body was extended over her in an instant.
"I know I've been cumming too fast, and I'll try to make it last longer for you this time."
Just how sophisticated is this high school boy? she wondered.
His healthy cock slid in her cunt with no trouble. His hips moved up and down in expert fucker fashion. All the movement was in his hips. Only a man in really good shape could fuck like that, and this boy was a prize-winning athlete. She was getting the best of young America, and knowledgeable too. This thought and the smooth sliding going on within her body excited her and she could feel the transformation in her breasts. They were hardening. She hoped he'd play with them again, but he was too busy fucking her. Faster and faster his hips moved her body deep into the bedding. Her own action was slower but their two rhythms complimented each other and the friction building up in her vagina was delicious.
She suddenly heard herself uttering, "Un huh, un huh, un huh," in time with his cock strokes. She was completely his.
She was conscious of perspiration. The room must have warmed up. He must have sensed it too because he reared up above her like a stallion and, with one sweeping gesture, threw off the blanket. A wave of cool air engulfed the middle-aged woman and the boy fucking her, but they didn't care and the temperature was soon equalized. The room was comfortable and Bruce's hands were on the bed again as he staunchly kept fucking his impressive cock into her soft womanly body. Then he lay down on his elbows and moved the sturdy cock in circles, grinding passion into her fluttering twat.
At the zenith of her pleasure she sensed a change in his pattern. He moved his cock around in a circle fast, then slowed, pushed deeper and then sped around in a circle again. Each deep stroke was followed by a quick circling. It was a sensational combination. He was a master. She swooned between his arms, clasped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the mouth and cheeks. His neck stretched to meet her mouth and when her full red lips were locked on his he forced his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was like his cock and he extended it into her as far as he could and made the same quick circles as his cock was doing in her cunt.
Connie thought she couldn't take any more when his hand went under her hips and somehow managed to lift her hips into the air. The weight of her body was brought onto her shoulders and he manfully fucked her into the headboard with strong hard thrusts. His hands were full of malleable buttocks as he humped forward at an exciting pace. Her breasts were swaying helplessly and she tossed her head from side to side in response to his youthful fucking. She was oblivious to everything for moments before she realized his breathing indicated yet another climax. And this time it came noisily. He let out an exclamation. He gritted his teeth, squeezed her hips and thrust with force as deep as he could go and held his firm cock way within her as the third batch of cum shot into her heat-generating vagina. She did her part and squeezed and relaxed and churned as best she could while the hot love-juice continued to fill her soupy snatch. She could actually feel it. The sensation was electrifying. She held his face in her hands and tossed her head more slowly back and forth, calming herself down with the thrill of his lovemaking.
When his cock was empty and he'd held it hard as long as he could to please her, he slowly lowered her hips to the bed.
Connie let out a long sigh. Bruce leaned down and kissed her cum-drooling cunt. Then he neatly rolled over on his shoulder and lay next to her on his back. His hand reached over and tenderly nipped at her breast and then he sat up, pulled the tangled blankets over their naked bodies, and nestled next to her swollen breast.
She put one arm over him and rocked him back and forth as they gradually fell asleep.
In the morning they calmly washed and dressed, ate breakfast in the restaurant, waited their turn for the shovel, dug out her car and judiciously made their way out to the main road. Connie drove Bruce back to school.
"I hope you'll come back and be our nurse again," he said.
"Thank you, Bruce. You take care you don't injure yourself playing football."
There was an embarrassed silence, each afraid to mention the really important thing. Bruce was young and while he was gentlemanly, he wasn't sure of the etiquette of the situation so he trusted to instinct and blurted out, "You were dynamite! Thanks a lot."
He ran toward his dorm.
Well, she thought, that's that. More than likely she'd never see him again. But all the way home she thought about the intenseness of his fucking and the warmth of his body. He was marvelous. Were the other boys that way?
CHAPTER THREE
It had been a long time since she'd been fucked and she thought she hadn't missed it until she found herself masturbating with a chicken leg. She coveted cock. The real thing, but where could a thirty-six-year-old woman get teenage boys? It was abnormal. She could hardly seduce her nephews. Besides they were in Florida and the only one old enough was Rodney and she had a suspicion he was a sissy.
And she had other problems to think about, anyway. What was she going to do to fill the days now that Miss Jorgensen was back? Travel? Visit Chris and the kids in Florida? Take up ceramics? What?
After watching the eleven o'clock news commentary about the gross illegalities of big-time politics, with a hot buttered rum in her hand and hearing the projected rise in heating oil prices and making a mental note to have the nursery send up a man to plow the driveway, she thought that Florida sounded pretty good. At least she wouldn't be cold. Driving with a fuel crisis-could she get to Florida, well over a thousand miles?
According to the news, New Jersey would be the toughest state to get gas in, but if she traveled on week days she'd at least have a fighting chance. It would take about a week to get ready. Yes, that was a good idea. Chris liked to watch old movies after the boys were asleep, so she knew she'd be up. She dialed.
"How would you like your older sister to visit for a few weeks?"
"I've been trying to get you down here for years. The winter finally getting to you?"
"Something's finally getting to me."
"Good. Come on down. When should I expect you?"
"Around the end of next week, Thursday or Friday. I'll drive and it'll depend on the roads, how soon I can get away, and whether or not I'll run out of gas."
"Well, there's plenty of gas around here. I think the whole thing's a put-up job to increase profits and save the big shit-head's skin. I wouldn't put anything past him. Look what he did with milk and wheat."
Connie knew her sister could go on about the popular subject for hours so she interrupted.
"Okay, as long as I know I'll be welcome, I'll listen to your diatribe when I get there. Anything you want me to bring?"
"Yes, there is. I'd love for you to bring down mama's rocking chair. Could you get it in the back seat?"
"I think so."
"Good. I'd hate to trust it to the movers. It's a good piece, you know. Speaking of which, any men in your life?"
Connie didn't answer right away.
Chris knew her sister and the sudden dicision to visit Florida must mean that there was some man, things hadn't gone right and Connie wanted a change of scene to get over it.
"Come on down, honey, and for God's sake bring the little brats something. They're at the 'what's for me' stage."
"It'll be good to see you all. Next Thursday or Friday."
Laying in bed that night, Connie decided it was the best move.
The laundry man put the awkward rocking chair in the back seat of the car for her so she didn't have to worry about that. When it came time to put her luggage in the trunk, she prudently packed it away from the spare tire just in case she had a flat and had to get it out, it would be easier. When she'd checked everything off her list, she put a Thermos of martinis in the glove compartment and happily set off for the sunshine state.
She hadn't gone three miles when she saw a teenager hitchhiking. He looked clean cut. She stopped.
"Would you give me a lift to the shopping center? It's right on this road, just before you get to the thruway.
She did. Then she turned the car with the full tank of gas onto the thruway and headed south.
All along the road the idea of the hitchhiker went around in her brain. Bruce had needed a lift. This one had too. Kids all over were hitchhiking, part of the new freedeom, she guessed. All the horror stories about the dangers of hitchhiking held no meaning for them, she thought. What a different age these sturdy youngsters are growing up in. She could give lots of them a lift. Was there any danger for a woman traveling alone? If she stuck to the young ones, probably not, and they'd be more relaxed traveling with a woman, little danger there.
The next teenage boy she saw thumbing a ride alone, she stopped and picked him up. His name was Lyle, an unusual name. He was chunky with laughing eyes and a ready smile. A fun kid. His great love was apparently slot cars. She'd never heard of them, but within an hour she'd learned quite a bit about them. Much more, in fact, than she cared to. She was about to yawn dramatically when Lyle shifted gears.
"You married?"
"I'm a divorcee."
"My mom's divorced. I can sure tell when she needs a man around the house."
"I'm sure she's very proud that you're the man of the house, even though you're very young."
"That's not what I'm talking about. Sure, I can do stuff, and in August I'll get my driver's license, but my mom needs to get laid now and then. You know?"
Connie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The new freedom was going a little too far.
"My mom's an attractive woman, like you. She's used to lovemaking and she needs it. She's a lot easier to live with when she's getting it regular like."
"Aren't you speaking a little disrespectfully of your mother? I'm sure if one of your playmates talked that way about her, you'd shut his mouth with your fist. You shouldn't-"
"Shit! My old lady's hit the sack with just about everybody I know. It's no secret around here. She's a whore."
"How dare you speak of your mother that way!"
"Well, it's no lie. She ain't got big tits like you, but she's built. All the guys like her. If you don't believe me stop at Tony's Tavern up the road. She's there a lot. Sometimes Tony gives her a turkey or some steaks to bring home. She's good for his business. Brings the guys in. Stop and ask Tony."
"I don't want to hear anything more you have to say about your mother."
"Okay, but I ain't lyin'. I'll get off at Tony's. I can wait there for someone going down the county line."
When the Tony's Tavern sign loomed ahead, she slowed down and pulled on to the gravel parking lot to let the kid out. She was glad to get rid of him. He was an attractive youngster with big hands and a sensuous mouth, but his attitude toward his mother appalled her.
"Thanks for the lift." He trotted up the stairs to the tavern and she pulled onto the pavement and shifted to second. A clump clump told her she'd picked up a nail and had a flat. She pulled to the side of the road.
She was just assembling the jack when two burly men came out of the tavern, saw her predicament and ambled over to the sedan.
"Hey, lady, it's too cold for you to be doing that. Go inside and grab a cup of coffee. We'll change that tire for you."
After a few pleasantries, she went into the tavern.
Tony was behind the bar and Lyle was studying the juke box. The jingle of the bell over the door was cheerful and when Tony called, "Come in out of the cold!" it dispeled the suspicious stare she got from the three customers wasting time over their beers.
Lyle smiled from ear to ear when he saw her. "Checking the place out, huh?" he asked.
"I just got a flat. Two gentlemen (she stressed the word) are fixing it for me."
He brought her a cup of coffee and Tony said it was on the house.
Since there was no one else to talk with, she listened to Lyle talk about fishing through the ice. No, she'd never done that. He commented about skiiing. No, she was not a skier. He liked to ride horses. This was something they had in common. Her ex-husband had kept horses. Lyle's talk about horses was curious. She got the feeling he wasn't talking about horses at all, they were just an excuse for him to talk about the feel of flesh against his legs, the smell of an animal exercising, the feel of patting the skin, feeling the body heat, riding hard and fast and then slowly jogging along. It was mind-blowing the way this fifteen-year-old could be so erotic about riding a horse. She was speechless.
The Samaritans came in and pronounced their errand of mercy was completed. She offered to buy them a beer but they didn't have time. She was about to pick up her purse and leave when Lyle asked her to dance. It was his favorite number. Connie declined.
Tony interrupted her departure. "You don't want to frustrate the kid, do you? He never gets to dance in here unless his old lady's here. Be a sport."
Tony had been kind and it would leave a bad feeling if she refused again. What could it hurt? She attempted to bounce to the rock music, a musical form she never understood. After just a few bars she got to like it and swung easily with the teenager. It was fun. She smiled. This lit up Lyle's face. When the song was over, another immediately came on. They continued to dance. At the end of that number a brandy and a Coke were on the table next to her coat. Tony insisted on a dance. She sipped the drink and joined him on the parquet. Jolly Tony was no dancer and his gyrations were comic. She laughed out loud. Lyle was ecstatic. Before she knew it she'd finished the drink and four dances. It hadn't crossed her mind but her heavy breasts had been bouncing and her agile hips moving seductively. Lyle was getting aroused.
She really had to go, but Lyle asked if she would like to see the rabbits. He seemed proud of them so she agreed and, picking up her purse and coat, followed the youth through the storeroom to the shed area, waving farewell to the jovial proprietor and the grinning customers. It had been fun. She was relaxing.
The rabbits were in pens at the end of a long structure whose main duty was to provide shelter for several hundred chickens. Rabbits didn't interest Connie. Lyle wanted to show her the chicks hatching. They were inside another room, where they wouldn't catch cold. The plump youngster held the door for her. Inside was poorly lit and smelled of feed storage. It was a pleasant aroma. The chicks were in a high pen, with electric lights burning and newborn chicks crowding around the bulb for warmth. Lyle handed one to her. She stroked it and held it next to her cheek. When she released it back in the pen, she turned toward the door and Lyle. At first she didn't realize what she saw. Blinking didn't take the sight away. Lyle had dropped his pants and was beating his meat while he stared at her.
"Lyle, how dare you! Stop that at once. Get away from that door!"
Lyle's pants were down around his knees and she tried to force her way past him to get out of the room. The sturdy kid tackled her and brought her down on a sack of feed. She started to yell but his hand was over her mouth. She still couldn't believe this was happening.
"Don't yell. I won't hurt you. You're just like my mama, I can't fuck her but I can fuck you."
The enormity of what was happening fought its way to her mind. She fought to be free of the clutching of the teenager.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, honest. I'm good. You'll like it. See, I got a big cock. Look."
She strained her neck so she couldn't possibly see it.
"Look, you'll like it. Look, Mama, look." She refused but he knelt on her arm and put his hand on her shoulder and grabbed his cock in his other hand and pressed it against her chin. "Look. It's a good one."
"No, Lyle, you mustn't."
"But I want to. I can hear mama at night. She likes it. You'll like it, too. Honest. I've watched them fuck a lot and I know what to do. I'll be good. I promise. Take off your pants. Here, I'll help."
The anxious youngster eagerly tugged at the waistband. He'd rip them if she didn't cooperate. Silently she slid the slacks off her curvaceous hips and down her legs. Lyle pulled them off completely. When her pants were off he felt secure enough to take his off. The room was warm but Connie began shivering.
"Lyle, you don't want to do this. Somebody'll come in and see what you're doing, then what would happen?"
Nobody'll come in. Tony's busy. Besides, I barred the door."
Connie shot a look at the door. The bolt was across it all right. He was right, no one was likely to come by. She resigned herself to this.
"Take off your sweater. Let me see your tits." When she had her arms in it and the material was over her head, Lyle sprang on her breasts with both hands and his mouth. He was erratically kissing the full breasts and trying to get all of them into his fists. She struggled to get her arms out of the sweater but he held them over her head, still entangled in the sweater. His hungry mouth moved all over her tits. He got one nipple in his mouth and sucked savagely.
"Stop it! You're hurting."
"I'm sorry, Mama. I'll go easy." He kept one nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. The other tit he held in his hand and repeatedly snapped the nipple with the palm of his thumb. He put his thumb on the tip of it gently and moved it in tiny circles. He tilted his head so he could watch the thumb play on the nipple without taking the other one out of his mouth. They were big and round and had big washers around the tips. He liked the little pimples that clustered at the areola. He could see them getting harder as a result of his ardor. His cock was already producing pre-seminal fluid and he wanted more of her body.
"Put your legs together so I can take off your panties."
She was beginning to feel awful. "Hurry up, Mama."
Connie tried to sit up and do as she was told, but the idea of all this and the fact that he kept calling her "mama" was getting to her.
She hesitated too long and Lyle grabbed the flimsy panties and ripped them. In two strong yanks he'd torn them from her white flesh, leaving her bare on the sack of chicken feed. She was hanging over both ends, her head and feet lower than her torso, which was stretched over the 200-pound feed bag like a sacrifice on an altar.
"Put your arms over your head, come on."
She thought cooperation was the best bet, so she did as he bid.
Lyle stood over her and grabbed his cock in an anxious fist and, holding his shirt and jacket up so it didn't interfere with his masturbation, jacked off while his eyes glistened, looking at her spread out naked below him.
His fist was moving too fast for her to see what his cock looked like from this angle, but the time it took for his fist to complete its cycle indicated he was having trouble getting from one end to the other. He couldn't close his fist, his cock was so fat.
"Oh, you're beautiful!"
For some strange reason the older woman felt flattered.
"Will you give me some of your pussy the way Mama gives it to the guys that come by? I'll show you how she does it. They like it."
"I know how to fuck."
"Do you let 'em suck your tits?"
Connie didn't want to answer. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm.
"Keep your hand up there so I can see all of your big tits. Wiggle 'em back and forth. I like to see 'em change shape."
Connie was afraid not to, but it was not easy, spread out as she was.
"Oh, Mama. I watched those guys fuck and I'd get so hot. This time I get to feel your tits and you'll grunt and breathe hot in my face, like she does in theirs."
He dropped to his knees and moved her legs apart. His young body was hairless an slid against her skin effortlessly. His left hand lifted her knee and he walked on his knees closer to her vaginal area. The left hand lifted her leg further and her back was lifted off the feed bag. He was raising her torso to the level of his cock. When he could get to it easily he inserted the head of his pointed cock into her cunt. He didn't put it in deep, just entered enough so she could feel it. His other hand lifted her right knee and, when he had both legs at his shoulder level, he shot his cock into her. She gasped with the sudden invasion.
"You like that? Mama does. She yells and everything when they give their cocks to her that way. That's always the way I wanted to do it. Good, huh?"
His heavy body was powerful and he had a lot of thrust. He was hurting.
"It hurts. Take it out."
"That's what she says! Oh, wow!" Lyle speeded up his fucking, rearing back and blasting his fat cock into her defenseless cunt. He fucked steadily, not varying his technique at all. By the tenth or twelfth stroke, Connie knew what to expect and was prepared for the powerful surge of his boyfuck meat into her body. A few more strokes and she could contract and expand her cuntal tissue to cooperate with the fucking. It was beginning to feel good, too.
"Yeah, Mama, good." He held her legs aloft by each ankle. His strong hips drove his stout cock repeatedly into her exposed vagina.
His face was growing red and his breathing came faster.
It was getting to Connie too. She matched her breathing pattern to his. Her tummy heaved and retracted with her breaths. She was aroused by the warmth he was generating in her flesh. She liked his powerful strokes, his constant driving, the thickness of his boycock.
Abruptly he dropped her legs and flung himself across her torso, licking at her fat breasts. His hands were all over them, squeezing and molding them, holding a mouthful of tit in his hand and feeding it to himself, all the while keeping up the steady drumming into her juicy snatch with his hot prick.
Her back was beginning to feel the rough gunny sack that held the feed. It was upleasant but so many pleasant things were going on in her body she tried to ignore it. In the brief moments when there was nothing in his mouth, he would purr "Mama, Mama," and that upset her. Still she tried to blot it out and concentrate on the thrilling sensation of this eager teenager fucking his life into her body. His fingers squeezed tighter and his face got redder and his fucking got faster and with a growl that started in his bowels, he let out a roar and shot his cum into her. "Fuck, Mama, fuck!!!"
The gunny sack could take no more pressure and, with a shot of grain, spewed the feed across the wooden floor of the storage room, a rip in its side from the pressure of their fornicating bodies and his strong thrusts. Lyle collapsed, exhausted, across her and they gradually returned to normal breathing together.
Within a few minutes he rose to his knees and raced getting his clothes back in place. He opened the door and ran out into the twilight.
Connie was slower to gain her feet and had difficulty finding her clothing. Her panties were ripped so she left them where they were. To hell with them. The kid was crazy, she was lucky he didn't injure her. Or worse. She staggered to the door, brushed hair out of her face and unsteadily walked to her car. What point would there be in telling Tony on him? The tavern keeper would probably ask to see the scene of the crime and when he got her in the room, do the same thing himself. If she had to be fucked by either, she was glad it was Lyle, at least he was young and energetic. She liked the passion of the teenager. It reminded her of Bruce. No harm done. Forget it and go to Florida.
CHAPTER FOUR
She drove steadily till midnight, not even glancing at hitchhikers.
The further south she went, the warmer it became. Connie peeled garment after garment and found herself driving with the windows open, sunglasses on, her hair held back by a scarf and rock and roll music on the radio. She kept time with her fingers on the steering wheel. She'd had to wait an hour for gas that morning, but the tank was full and she had only a hundred miles to go.
The radio music changed and she began singing with it. " ... you're sixteen, you're beautiful and you're mine." When she realized what she was singing, she laughed out loud.
She arrived at her sister's late at night. The younger kids got out of bed to welcome her. Rodney was out on a Boy Scout trip. The children looked taned and healthy. Connie and Chris talked till after two in the morning.
She went grocery shopping in the morning and then they all went to the seashore in the afternoon. Nancy, the youngest, squealed and yelped and danced in the surf. Bobbie, almost ten, was much too sophisticated for such simple pleasure so he and some other kids slipped off for what they hoped would be mischief. When he eventually would get back, his mother would scold him for getting sunburned.
Monday. The lifeguards lounged around and talked to each other. The sun was out but it wasn't particularly warm and no one was in the water. When Connie got resettled, she began to notice the lifeguards were eyeing her. Finally one of them took off and the other casually sauntered by her blanket.
"Don't get too much sun, now. You'll have to creep into a tan."
Connie smiled. "I'll be careful."
From there their conversation went to geography: where are you from, where are you staying; to vital statistics: are you married, I'm nineteen; to appetite: are you hungry, I've got some sandwiches, would you like a beer? to double entendres on his part and silent approval on hers.
He was living in a trailer with another lifeguard. The one he'd been talking to. She offered to drive him home. He usually rode his bicycle. He agreed to leave his bike at the beach and accept the ride.
In the car he put on a sweat shirt to cover his broad tanned chest and muscular arms. He had a nice flat stomach, she noticed. And noticed. He kept putting one hand under his sweat shirt and patting his stomach and saying, "Yes, sir," in an absent way. She smiled to herself at his youth.
His youth was why they were in the car together. He was gorgeous. A college girl's dream, well, a college girl's dream when she was college age. He had a nice jaw, auburn hair faded by the sun on top, flat colorless bare feet, and golden hair all over his legs. The muscles in his legs were stronger than the average boy's and he stretched them out so far in the front seat that his foot practically touched her gas pedal.
"Now you'll have to direct me. I'm a stranger here." She smiled when she said it.
"Left. Right at the next light. Do you mind if I stop here and get something?"
He dashed into a liquor store. Connie almost laughed out loud. Did he think he was old enough to drink? Of course, she realized, he was. Bruce was younger and made the world's greatest martini. This lad was older. He probably had been drinking for years. She had to get over the fact that while they may look like children to her, they were no longer children. And, she noticed, as he slid back into the front seat, his crotch was manfully not a child's.
"This is it, here. Er, would you like to come in for a drink?"
Connie was twitching with glee. He was so corny! But he was beautiful. And really, he was nice.
"Thank you, if you promise not to make it too strong." Why not play along? Maybe I'll help improve his technique. Any girl would succumb to him, she imagined, but why should she have to listen to that antique seduction ritual.
The music he put on was surprisingly good. And as they sipped their drinks and he showed her some of the things he'd decorated the trailer with, she began to develop a kind of admiration for him. From the bronzed handsome athlete she'd first noticed on the beach, he was turning into a quiet, self-conscious, kind, mellow, philosophical, pleasant young man. And he was still gorgeous.
By the time he had described how the sea and shore looked when he picked up a piece of driftwood she admired, she was hooked. He was a damned nice guy, a loner. Being a lifeguard gave him a lot of time to think and look at the sea and the sky and to listen to the gulls. It was a peaceful life and he cherished it.
Connie came to the conclusion his roommate and the other guards must have kidded him about picking up a woman and he felt compelled to do it to save face, and that's why his line was so banal. He simply didn't know how to go about it so he attempted to imitate what he'd heard older fellows brag about, getting everything out of proportion. She wanted to tell him all he had to do to get a girl was be himself. Himself was a very nice thing. She had a flash vision of him in ten years. Married to an ordinary, quiet wife, maybe with kids, maybe owning a fishing boat and growing lined from the weather, his golden glow fading and weathering.
She must have been staring at him while she thought, because she saw him staring at her face questioningly and heard her name being called. "Connie? Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. That piece of driftwood set me to daydreaming."
"I do that too. I just wonder where it's been, how far it's traveled. Maybe, if things had been different it would be part of a big tree now, or firewood in someone's house. You know?"
Yes, she knew. Her heart warmed to him.
When her glass was empty and he offered to refill it, it must have reminded him of his mission, seduction. He paused and cast his head down.
Connie understood what was passing through his mind. She thought she would frankly like to enjoy sex with this young man. It was a perfect opportunity to help him along with his technique. She would enjoy teaching him.
"My, I'm warm. Put more ice in mine this time, will you?"
When he turned around from the refrigerator, she was sitting on the fold-out bed, her handsome legs spread across the whole length. He'd have to sit on them or move them.
At first he didn't register the seductive pose she was in. Then he got a little tongue-tied, then encouraged, then excited.
"Well, ah, here's your drink and ... here's to us."
She smiled as sweetly as she could and raised her glass, "Oh, my, that's strong. I am certainly feeling this, but it's good."
He coiled his body so he could sit beside her without disturbing her lovely legs. His hand strolled down and picked at a piece of lint on her hip-huggers. She arched her bust. That always got them.
He was more aggressive than she thought. He abruptly leaned over and kissed her.
They didn't talk after that, he just kept kissing her and she gladly responded. His kisses were strong and warm and turned her on. She meant everything she was doing now. His strong hands held her and she tried to be available to have some flesh wherever his hand might want to go. In a respectable period of time they were prone on the cramped fold-out. Connie indicated it was uncomfortable and he raised her up, moved some things and folded out the bed in silence. He turned to her, held her close, kissed her hair-which she thought was very romantic-then dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach. His hands rubbed her ass gently. As he came up he brought his hands to her bikini top then to the back to unfasten the tie. She kept her lips on his then put her arms around his waist.
They were on the bed after a few minutes and neither of them could remember how they got there. His firm arms slid the bikini pants off her womanly hips and dropped them on the floor. He stood up and took off his jeans and tank top. He wore multi-colored briefs that fitted snuggly around his cock and balls. The genitalia stood out with sexual excitement. He wasn't self-conscious at all. He was in complete control of himself and was imposing it on her, too. As he dropped his briefs she sat up on the small bed and pulled the suntop over her head. He reached to help her. Under the camouflage of the suntop and her hair and arms over her head, she eyed his cock. It was on the long side, but thin. Or maybe she just thought so because she was remembering that fat kid in the feed room, what was his name? Lyle! That was it. But no, this was a skinny cock. Hard as it certainly was, it was not particularly long, but it was well shaped. The remarkable thing about his naked body was the demarcation between his tan line and the pale flesh around his hips. He was fair skinned and yet tanned extremely well. It was a nice combination, and sexy to her eyes.
The bronzed lad didn't waste time. He stretched out on his side and pulled her shoulder down so her body rested against his. He alternately stroked her skin and her hair. His kisses came slowly and there were not too many, but his hands were casually busy running over her flesh, his sun-darkened skin contrasting with her paler smooth ivory. She kissed him back whenever his lips were on her mouth and delicately let her fingers caress his skin. Her fingernails wandered like lazy rivers across his torso. When his hand was on her flesh hip, she put her hand behind his head and pulled the youth to her face. As soon as their lips met, his tongue was inside her mouth. For the first time his hand went to her breast. It made her draw her breath in to feel his warm hand on her tit. His fingers wandered over it, then proceeded to the other one. Eventually they managed to stroll over her entire body, including her cunt. It had taken him almost half an hour to first touch it. He must have read or knew instinctively that women are slower to arousal than men. She was adjusting to his pace and, while it was slower than a lot of men, it was his and it was thrilling. He dropped to his knees on the floor and turned her so her pelvis stared him in the face. He tenderly kissed the inside of her thighs. His tongue was outside his mouth, probing for a nest to rest in, and came closer and closer to her hairy mound. Her labia rested inches from his eyes and he studied them before he proceeded, examining them logistically, determining the best angle from which to proceed. He advanced toward his goal. The goal cooperated by Connie spreading her legs to make his advance easier.
He looked up and smiled. His tongue edged its way into her cunt and moved it slowly at first, gradually searching out the corners and crevices. He probed deeper and worked his investigation around the inner ring. The pink pussy flesh was warm to his mouth and he found himself sucking and swallowing to increase the sensation. His strong jaw wagged from side to side like the pendulum of a clock. When it would get to one side, he would stretch his tongue to get as far inside as he could, then do the same thing on the other side. He varied his explorations by straining to get to the bottom of her opening. The gash was held open by his slender fingers as his tongue moved down to the bottom of the tender opening and his nose became inserted in the top of it. By moving his head up and down, he managed to produce vibrations all through her vagina with his nose pressuring the top when he moved up and his tongue stimulating the bottom when he moved down.
Her first low murmur of pleasure encouraged him to move faster. He moved his head more quickly and added a slight turn from side to side, which expanded the pleasure she was receiving. Looking down, she could see his sun-bleached hair catching the faint light filtering in through the drawn curtains as he mouth-fucked her cunt. Utterances of pleasure oozed out of her. Her fingers roamed through his hair.
When he withdrew his face from her pussy, his nose was red and he had to pick a pussy hair out of his teeth. Casually he climbed onto the bed beside her, guided her lengthwise on it. He rubbed her hip while he kissed her face and neck. His hand was weighing her full breast and his mouth gradually descended to plant the kisses all over the white flesh and red nipple. He puckered his lips, attached them to the nipple and sucked softly. It was like he was sucking on a nerve that went directly to her vagina. This tender sucking of her tit by the sun-tanned lifeguard made the juices flow in her body. Instantly her hand secured his head to her breast and she undulated her hips up and down.
He knew it was time to actually fuck her. He slid down her body and crawled between her legs. She spread them willingly. Up on his knees, he was in complete control of her body, just the way she wanted it. He stretched over her, supporting himself on his arms as if he were about to do pushups. His handsome face smiled down on her and he craned his neck and put his lips on hers. She responded by doing the same. With a little hip movement he was able to insert his cock into her cunt without taking his eyes off her. She could feel his balls against her leg. The coarse hairs on them tickled. His entrance was slow and cautious. When he had inserted the head of his cock, he was slow to advance into the sanctuary. Her encouraging smiles and her hands resting on his shoulders made it easier for him to follow his impulses to her delight. His long slender cock was moving into her at a slow steady pace, oozing into the soft inner cuntal folds which implanted warmth in his organ and excitement in his head. It was still advancing effortlessly when he'd gotten all of it into the succulent scabbard so he tensed his hip muscles and pushed further.
She could still take more cock so he pushed further, straining himself. His cock entered as far as he was able to put it and instinctively he edged his knees up for a more comfortable position. That brought his firm cock into contact with her clitoris. She gasped. Her eyes closed and her hip muscles flexed. She tried to hold his cock tight. Her fingers told him to continue. He pulled his steel-hard cock back then launched it forward again. Another gasp from Connie and her fingers dug into his flesh. He pulled back a third time then advanced his cock against her quivering clit.
Her pleasure was audible. Her fingers tangled in his soft pale hair and she lightly followed the outline of his ear. His hips began a machine-gun attack on her body. His hard throbbing cock jutted in and out of her pink moist cunt.
"Oh, do it to me, do it!"
Her body did everything it knew to do to increase the pleasure of the physical contact. Her breasts bobbed up and down and from side to side. He couldn't take his eyes off them. With his eyes growing larger with each powerful stroke, he suddenly didn't pull out but wrapped his strong arms around her quivering body.
"Hold on to me tight. I'm going to turn you over."
He wrapped his legs in hers and, with his cock still deep within her pussy, rolled onto his back. "Sit up."
She had difficulty getting her legs out from under him, but somehow she managed to get to a sitting position without taking her cunt off his pulsating cock. She stretched her rib cage and ground on his cock with her hips, the flesh bouncing seductively on either side as she moved. Her blonde hair was hanging down all over her face, just barely touching her soft shoulders. His hands were resting on her moving hips. His eyes were glued on her undulating tits, each a bulbous treat for his anxious lips. His hands advanced up her torso to the bobbing beauties. Eagerly they clutched the prizes. He held the orbs in his hands and luxuriated in the feel of their weight and texture., Connie pushed her body down hard On his. His moving fingers found every pore of her breasts. His fingertips traced the pale blue veins under the skin as best he could while her tits danced before his face. With a movement of her shoulders she swung them right above his handsome face. The mouth opened and his white teeth sparkled, then they advanced on to her tender breasts. He made contact with his lips. They did more than kiss the underside of her tits, they caressed them. Connie began to shudder with good feeling. His hands were massaging her buttocks. That was good. With heat his lips sucked in the meaty tits. He was gumming them. Each breath he took through his nose allowed him to suck more of the soft breasts into his mouth.
She was oblivious to the joy he was receiving to his taste buds because her own ecstasy was so great in her cunt. His sturdy cock was repeatedly moving against the love bud deep within her. She kept tossing her head back and breathing deeply, which only enhanced the movement of her big tits in his face. His movements became more exaggerated and his hips forced her up in the air.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
She rotated her body even more. The veins on his neck stood out. His toes curled. She threw her face onto his and kissed him wildly. By bending forward her abdomen folded on his cock inside her and the pressure on her clit mounted. His f antic rubbings with his cock were driving her era and her own climax was preceding his. His was t far behind and, with tensed muscles, he suc'ienly locked himself in position and his cock contracted and expanded as the buckets of cum flowed like a fountain out of the swollen head of his dick and into her tenderized cunt. Wave after wave of fluid poured into her. At length they diminished and then stopped entirely. He was satiated. Connie managed to straighten out her legs and, without taking her body off his, lay on top of the spent youth. They both fell asleep as the daylight faded.
When they awoke he found her a robe and prepared coffee. They chatted about Florida, sour politics, prices, the qualities of various sun-tan creams, and then she said she really had to dash, her sister would get worried. He gave her instructions on how to get back to the street she needed, then walked her to her car.
He held the door for her then impulsively grabbed her in his arms and kissed her passionately. It was almost a bigger thrill for her than his making love to her. She got in and turned over the ignition.
"Oh! Your bicycle!"
"That's okay. My roommate'll run me over to the beach tomorrow and I won't need it tonight."
She waved out the window as she drove away.
Connie was halfway home before she realized she didn't even know his name.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chris was not exactly worried about her sister, but she was concerned. When Connie entered the kitchen where she was preparing dinner, she knew something had happened, her sister wasn't nearly burned red enough for having been at the beach that long.
Questioning brought about vague answers about where she had been. Well, she was thirty-six and if she couldn't take care of herself now, there was no point in chastizing her about it. Raising three kids was enough work without taking on a retarded adult. She dropped the subject.
"Rodney's home."
"Oh, I can't wait to see him."
"He's returning the pup tent he'd borrowed. He'll be along shortly. Connie, I wish you'd take a good look at him. I'm not convinced his arm healed properly. Look at it and see what you think. You were in nurse's training, so you might notice something I missed. The doctor said it was fine, but he still complains about pain. You know how those military hospitals are with dependents, they don't give a damn how long you wait or how matter-of-factly they dismiss you once they've glanced at you. I don't think the doctor took enough care in examining him the last couple of times. He just told me that kids grow so fast at Rodney's age they outgrow everything in months, and his arm is as good as new. I'm not satisfied. Look at it, will you?"
"Of course, but I warn you, my fees are exorbitant."
"Oh, you want a martini before dinner?"
"Sounds great. I'll make them."
They were just finishing the first drink when Rodney came into the kitchen. Connie was startled. She'd last seen him at age ten. Now he was thirteen and gigantic! And maturing! He was growing in sections, his ears and his nose were much too large for his head. His arms were much longer than his torso required and his feet were huge. It crossed her mind that something else was either big at present or about to grow.
His nose was bright red from too much sun and he had freckles across the bridge of it and his cheeks. His hair was the same soft brown she remembered. His quick smile was familiar too. He rushed right over and hugged her and kissed her cheek. When he spoke all the charm of his youth evaporated. His voice was still squeaky and effeminite. It irritated her.
The awkward way he moved and the size of his feet and hands and the peculiar bounce when he walked coupled with the expansive way he jerked his hair out of his face made her revise all her negative thoughts about the lad. He probably was on schedule as far as his development went. Those memories of his attachment to his mother were probably true enough, but now she thought they were brought on by the absence of his father. It was these little untabulated tragedies that made the unpopular fiasco of Viet Nam a disaster for her. Rodney's father was like so many, away in a stupid, expensive, pointless war. Rodney seemed to be coming out of it all right, but how many didn't?
"I'm sure glad to see you, Aunt Connie. I got a surf board for Christmas. You want to try it one day?"
Yes, he was on schedule all right, and he was all man.
They had dinner and watched television and then the kids went to bed. Again Chris and Connie chatted into the wee hours. It was like old times at the big house when they shared the same room. It was pleasant to be with her sister and again be sharing a bed with someone she liked. Tom had been gone nearly a year.
It was the fourth day of Connie's visit that the call came. The youngest child had become ill at school and the principal thought Chris should come. In a whirl of movement and worry, she collected her purse and car keys and said she'd call Connie as soon as she could.
She tore out of the driveway leaving Connie a few hints as to what to prepare for the kid's dinner. Both the boys were home when Chris called. The little girl had contracted "food poisoning and would have to have her stomach pumped. The naval hospital would let Chris stay all night. She wasn't worried but the poor baby was terrified and so sick. Connie assured her she could manage and not to worry about the boys.
Aside from their concern for their little sister, Rodney and his brother were young enough to take advantage of the situation. When a neighbor called to see if she could help, and offered to take the little one off her hands for the night, Connie only too readily agreed.
The kid was elated; he could sleep with his friend. Rodney simmered down after that. They watched television after he finished his homework and she made fruit Jell-O, his favorite. She thought, looking at him sprawled out on three sides of a chair as he watched the boob tube, He's going to be a big strong man, just like his father. His bones were sturdy. She tried to concentrate on his left arm to see if Chris' apprehensions were grounded on more than just motherly concern, but her attention was repeatedly distracted by his body in general. It was so healthy. Awkward, yes, but healthy and promising as all hell. No, she mustn't think that way.
She was startled when he abruptly sat up and said, "Aunt Connie, see my arm? It's all healed. Look, I can do everything now. Mom thinks it's crooked, but it's not. See?"
He held out his arm to her. It was only slightly scarred where the bone had protruded through the skin after the accident. She felt his arm, asked him to bend it, watched him wiggle his fingers, then asked him if he could do push-ups.
"Watch, Aunt Connie."
He did push-ups, but when he got to the apex with his body at the highest point off the floor he clapped his hands together, let his body fall to the floor and brought it right back up again and clapped his hands together again. There was definitely nothing wrong with that arm. Or indeed any part of his healthy body. Rodney turned over and sat on the floor, smiling at her. "See, I'm fine."
He certainly was.
Connie poured herself a Scotch. She was itchy having watched him exercise. To see him move like that had made her excited. He was her nephew and she didn't want to think that way about him. It wasn't right, but damn it, he was so stimulating. His young body was ready for sex and soon he would be experiencing those urges that lead to an active sexual life. Had he been told about that? His father had been overseas for over two years. She felt sure that man-to-man talk had not been held when the kid was eleven. She knew Chris. While her sister was level-headed and practical, she was also the prude of all time and she'd swear on a stack of bibles that Chris hadn't had a talk with him. The poor boy probably had not heard about the birds and the bees from his parents. That was a mistake. But she was only an aunt, not a parent. She had no business butting in. Still she worried about him. Better much too early than one night too late.
"Rodney, how long has your father been gone?"
"It'll be three years in April. He was supposed to come home for Christmas, but they extended his tour of duty."
That meant Rodney would be much older before he had a chance to talk sex with his father. That would be too late.
"Has your dad or mother talked to you about sex?"
"No, and I wish they'd hurry up. There's a lot of things I don't understand."
"Like what?"
"Well, how come a man's sperm uses the same tract as his urine for leaving the body, and a woman gets a special tract?"
Connie nearly swallowed her teeth. Of course, they're taught sex education in school. They know all about biology. Why hadn't educators been that enlightened when she was in school? She would have been a lot better off knowing a few things early enough.
"Why do you think a woman has a special tract?"
"I suppose it's so when she's pregnant her digestive system'll still function and she won't get poisoned by having waste products back up."
"That's right and it's all part of the economy of nature. A man passes his sperm in a short period of time, whereas a woman's pregnant considerably longer. Why have two penises when one will do? It utilizes the penis because that's the easiest way to deposit it well into the fertile area of a woman. Nature that way helps fertilize the egg. It works well."
"It's fun too."
"Oh, you know about that? From your own experience?"
Rodney turned several shades of red. "I never got anybody pregnant, if that's what you mean."
"It's not what I mean, but it's really none of my business."
He was quiet for a moment and looked down at the ground. Then, with some difficulty, he spoke, "I, well, I never really-I mean I haven't had any practical experience."
"But you think you'd like to?"
"Yeah, I think I would, but I don't know any girls who, I mean, you know-"
"There's always other boys."
"Nah, that's for queers and people like that."
"Don't be discouraged if the first couple of times it doesn't go too well. Everybody has to learn everything, and learning how to have sex can be difficult."
"Billy Nelson says it's easy."
"Billy Nelson must have practiced."
"He balled his sister."
"And he told you that?"
"No, she did."
Well, well. "Is she your girl friend?"
"No, she's Paco's. All her boy friends are Cubans."
"Is your girl friend nice?"
"I don't have one."
"That's why you don't have any practical experience."
Again he looked at the ground and was embarrassed. "I get nervous around girls."
"Why?"
"I got all A's in sex education, but when I'm with a girl and I want to kiss her, I get all nervous and silly and say dumb things."
"Maybe that's because you're afraid to say what you really want to say."
"Yeah." He was embarrassed again.
"What do you want to say?"
A tense silence. When, after a prolonged pause, he still didn't speak, she pressed him. "Is it because you actually don't want to say anything at all, you want to do something? Maybe touch her breast?"
Waves of color went through his face.
"Is that it?"
He nodded his head without looking at her.
"That shouldn't bother you. She probably wants to feel you do it. Girls like that, you know. All girls. I do."
Again the rainbow paraded across his features. "Would you be embarrassed to touch my breast?"
Again, with his face down, he nodded.
"Well, I wouldn't be. It might help you overcome your anxiety if you practiced on me. Put your hand on my breast."
He didn't move. Connie bent toward him, lifted his hand and placed it against her full bosom. "Just let your hand follow the contour. Cup it around the curve."
He did as she directed. His hand was stiff but she placed hers on top of it and guided it under the full pendulous appendage.
"When you do this with your girl friend, all you nave to think about is how it feels. If it feels good to you, it'll feel good to her. That's part of nature's economy, too. Now try it with both hands."
Rodney smiled up at her and she smiled back. She thought he relished the opportunity to put both hands on her plump breasts.
"That's fine, Rodney. Now just let your imagination take over. Do whatever you feel like. I'll let you know if it's not right. Remember this, nothing is forbidden between a man and a woman."
"That's what Paco says."
"He's right. So do what comes to mind."
She leaned back on the couch and held her chin up, hoping to elongate the line of her neck and thereby make her tits stand out more so he'd be more inspired looking at them.
After a brief hesitancy, Rodney started sliding his hands over the surface of her creamy breasts. He touched very lightly. She wished he held tighter but she thought it best not to coach. Let him find his way. His fingertips explored then the rest of his hands followed. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her and watching his hands very intently. He looked nowhere else. He shifted his weight on his knees and wet his lips and peered intently at the moving hands. His concentration was almost comic. Up and over and around her breasts his hand maneuvered, covering every part of their surface. His touch was so light it was as if nothing was happening. She ached to say, Get on with it, they won't break. Put a little imagination into it. She kept silent. Rodney followed his basic pattern for nearly twenty minutes. Connie opened her eyes and looked at him. There was color in his face and his trousers protruded by the right hand pocket.
The little scamp has a hard-on! She smiled and he grinned.
"Can I do it with your blouse off?"
"Certainly.".
He removed his willing young hands from her chest and waited for her to take it off."
"You're the man, you direct things. You're doing just fine so far, just fine. I'm sure your girl friend'll be very pleased. Just do what you think you'd like to do."
Encouraged by this compliment and her patience, he began to unbutton her blouse. He started at the top. The view was attractive to him. His aunt was a chesty woman. He'd remembered that. She had a nice figure. Better than Lenny's mother's. It kept occurring to him that he shouldn't be doing this with his aunt, but she didn't say it was forbidden. She seemed to like it, too. He was embarrassed because his cock was hard. Maybe she hadn't noticed.
All the buttons were undone. He pulled the blouse away from the burgeoning breasts. Her bra was simple and supported her breasts well. He was stumped as to what to do with it there.
"You'll have to think of some way to get around it or get it off, Rodney."
Rodney reached behind her and fumbled for rather a long while before he was able to undo it, then he carefully brought the material to the front. He had to remove her blouse before he could get the straps off her shoulders. So he did, but clumsily. He was carefully folding the blouse and setting it next to the couch when she let out a bored sigh. It traumatized him.
"Oh, no, dear! I'm not bored. Far from it. You're doing very well. I was just thinking how seldom a man is considerate enough to take care of a woman's clothing. You're very thoughtful. Girls will appreciate that."
This seemed to reassure him and he went back to taking the straps off her shoulders. Then he lifted off the bra as if it were a hubcap. She couldn't see his eyes but she could see the bulge in his jeans. It grew noticeably as he gaped at her bare breasts. He'd never been this close to a woman without her body covered. It was exciting. His aunt sure had big tits. The nipples were dark and large. His cock was so hard he knew she must notice. Mr. Tarolla has said the blood flow in a man's body was a natural thing, like the menstrual cycle, so he couldn't be overly concerned if he got a hard-on. Maybe his aunt would understand, she was being nice enough to let him practice.
"Do whatever comes into you head, honey."
What was coming into his head was the urge to put her tits in his mouth, but he couldn't do that. He put one fingertip on the nipple and moved it a little. That was strange, it was firming under his touch. Why would it do that? He started to take it away. She grabbed his wrist and held his hand in place.
"That's nice. You'll make the girls very happy. What else do you want to do?"
Confident and enthusiastic, he began massaging the tits with both hands. His hard boycock was jutting into his pants and pointedly sticking out. His aunt was sighing when she breathed. Her tits were so full and smooth and they felt good in his hands. He liked the touch of the nipples they were a little hard and stuck out as his dick was doing. His voice cracked as he said, "Gosh, Aunt Connie, this's fun."
"And you're really good at it." She slid down on the couch and turned so her body was lying on the cushions. When she moved, her breasts bounced and swung. As she stretched out comfortably beneath him, he grew more aroused and quickly encased the beauties in his hands. They were warm and smelled of the perfume she was wearing. Connie always put perfume on and, instead of a dab between her breasts, put some underneath each of them. He took a deep breath then shoved his face between her fat tits, inhaling for all he was worth.
"Oh, Rodney, that's so good."
This spured him to clutch the tits more aggressively and, throwing caution to the winds, he put his mouth on his aunt's nipple and began to move his lips. Sucking wasn't the first thing that came to his mind, but it must have been second. Connie held her breath, she was so excited by his sudden action. His warm mouth worked frantically on her swollen tit, and her fingers did the same. Her breasts were being sucked and rolled and played with like fury. He was sensational. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. What a thrill! She couldn't breathe, he was so exciting. She felt him breathing fast and put her hands lightly on his shoulders to bring his warm body closer to her. He crawled up on the couch and laid himself down between her legs, either elbow on one side of her, and continued his erotic caressing of the luscious tits. He lapped and sucked and fingered and squeezed and rubbed and fondled. He rubbed his lips all over them and slid his cheek against the creamy surface. She was aroused and squirmed under the pressure of his young body. Slowly her knees began to move upward. She was half afraid of what she was doing, but it felt so good and he was so eager she forgot all other considerations. Her hands worked up and down his back, encouraging him to do more, relax more, be even more aggressive. His mouth was working in a wider area and he was planting kisses on her shoulders and neck. Somehow he kissed her jaw and then he went crazy, licking and kissing all over her face.
Between wet and hungry kisses, he managed to get out a few words. "Oh, Aunt Connie, this is ... wonderful. It ... feels so good....Hmmmmm."
Connie ran her anxious fingers through the child's hair and over every part of him she could reach. His face dropped back to her swollen breasts and his hands caressed them with more authority, as if they were familiar objects this time. His hands explored further and crossed and recrossed her trim stomach. The heat from her body and his hot cock aroused him still further and he was afraid his prick would give itself away, it was so hard. He loved the feel of her hands moving over his back and fondling his neck. She loved the feel of every part of him.
While she hesitated to suggest anything to him, he seemed to be stuck on the breasts and the kissing. Since she was educating him and had gone this far, she decided to go all the way and teach him how to fuck.
"Take off your shirt and see how they feel against your bare skin."
He was afraid of his hard-on. "No, I'd better not do that, Aunt Connie."
"It's all part of it. Your penis is supposed to be hard and moist."
Boy, his aunt sure knew a lot. It seemed okay, so he removed his shirt. Connie looked at his young torso with admiration. Long waisted and slim, attractively tanned with just a small amount of flesh in the chest area with soft, unformed nipples of his own. In just a matter of months his whole body would harden and the chest would firm up. He was just at the end of his babyhood. What a body he was going to have! Connie wished she was twenty years younger and would be the one he fucked.
He was quick to get back into position on top of her, this time taking less care to hide his erection. She deliberately rubbed her thigh against his leg. He instinctively rolled so he could caress her leg with his. His hard prick was held firmly against her leg. The heat of it traveled through the material of their clothing and sent twinges of excitement into her. Her cunt was beginning to bother her, but she couldn't think about that while his chest was pressed against her stomach and his mouth worked on her nipples.
"I want to feel you more."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Take off your trousers."
"My jeans?"
"Yes."
"I don't think I should...."
"You don't want the girls to laugh at you, do you? Or the other fellows?"
"No."
"Then let me show you how it's done. Unless of course you really aren't interested."
"It's not that. It's just that you're my aunt. I mean...."
"But, Rodney, I'm not your close aunt. We don't see each other very often. Think of me as just someone you know. You must follow your feelings, and the way your little prick's standing out tells me you feel-"
"It is not little!"
Connie was amused by the masuline ego; even in a pre-pubescent state it was tender.
"What I mean by that was young-you are very young. That's why you need instruction. How else are you expected to learn? But as I say, if you'd rather not-well, I'm sure you're a big boy and can manage things for yourself. You can wait a year or two till someone comes along who's experienced and will teach you. Maybe."
She knew that was a shitty thing to say to a teenager who was hot as hell with a half-naked woman lying on her back. She saw him hesitating. He put his hands on the top button of his jeans and she knew she'd won.
His jeans were unfastend and slid down his hairless legs. The bulge caused by his straining organ indicated his state of arousal. To make it easier for him, she got up and removed her slacks. Panties came off next, in a it's-nothing-special kind of way. He took off his underwear and lay it on top of his pants. Connie thought he probably hadn't undressed that carefully in his whole life. His back was to her but she stood boldly facing him. He turned to her with one hand covering his genitals like a fig leaf. He looked slightly sick. Connie smiled as much as she could, to put him at ease.
"Do I look all right to you, Rodney?"
"Oh, wow, Aunt Connie, you're so beautiful."
"Come here and let me know that. That's what people do when they're having sex. They show it."
He hesitantly stepped toward her. When he was right in front of her, she placed each hand on his hips and then he did the same. His penis was standing straight up in the air. She pulled the tender young body to her and his dick came to rest against the hairs on her pussy.
Suddenly, with great force, Rodney clasped her tightly in a bear hug. "You're the best aunt in the whole world," he said.
"Thank you, Rodney. Now I'll show you how really good I can be. Come over here." She led him to the couch and stretched out the length of it. Her hand guided him down beside her. It wasn't awkward for him to put his hands on her body. She was running her delicate fingers over his smooth skin and tickled his scrotum. He got flustered and she laughed.
"That's part of it, too, teasing each other."
Remembering Bruce's quick ejaculation, she thought maybe it was better not to play with his balls. If he came off too quickly, she wouldn't get to experience the thrill of his first intercourse.
"Now, Rodney, you have to get on top and insert your penis in me. Whenever you feel like it."
He seemed to be moving quickly as he raised up and got on top of her, but in reality he was going slowly. Only his energetic youth made it seem fast to Connie. As he raised over her, his erect cock bobbed and flopped. His balls did the same thing as he maneuvered into position with both knees between hers. His trim buttocks were so smooth they sparkled in the subdued light from the lamp. Her hands roamed up and down his smooth legs.
He was adjusting his angle and weight without taking his eyes off her naked body. As he was lowering his body she reached for his steel-hard erection and guided it to the proper opening which was moist and hot with anticipation. Perspiration glinted on his forehead. His hands were getting cold and his face was white. When the first contact was made, his whole body tensed.
"That's wonderful, Rodney. Are you sure you haven't done this before? You do it so right!"
He smiled and relaxed. His peter slid easily now. Her cunt was quivering with anticipation and, as soon as he had inserted enough, she tentatively closed her flanges a bit.
"Keep going."
He pushed his pecker in further. It was like liquid fire pouring into her cunt, lava flowing into her secret parts. He was on fire with passion and it all was centered in his virgin cock. This was his first time to stick his dick in a woman and she was getting the benefit of his virginity. Without thinking about it she had opened and closed, then opened and closed again as his boycock advanced into her. His cock was right for the size of his body but it seemed longer because he was moving so slowly, each centimeter of its advance gave her a new pleasure. Her body was wracked with wave after wave of forbidden delight. Rodney's body was flat against hers and he still strained to get his cock into her further. She pushed her cunt toward him while fingering his body. She kissed him on his mouth. He returned the kiss and, as her hands went to his hips and guided their movement, he began to move his dong back and forth. All his action was in his hip joints, so his body remained rigid and his young muscular hips did all the work of fucking his aunt. Softly one hand pushed his hips to the left. He picked up on the subtle message right away and began including a circular motion in his thrusting.
"Work your cock around like it's your finger getting the frosting out of a bowl. That's it."
The teenager enthusiastically humped the older woman, trying at the same time to trap her tits between his arm and side. He didn't have much experience, she knew but he sure had plenty of imagination.
"Oh, my God, Rodney, do that some more! And fuck just the way you are!"
Complimented by the encouraging exclamation, he put even more dedication into his pumping and grabbed her shoulders for traction as he thrust a mighty fuck into her anxious body. Her whole ass rotated in the opposite direction from which his was rotating. Each pulled their hips apart and thrust them together. Rodney increased his fucking speed. Connie kept pace. Rodney's lips covered her mouth. Her tongue went to the back side of his teeth. Suction and body heat and skin rubbing against skin and the giving of the couch created a music that enhanced their fucking, spuring them to gratify each other more.
"That's it, Rodney, shove it in. Shove it, Rodney, harder!"
His aunt's uncontrolled grunts of pleasure stimulated him all the more. He moved his hips as fast as he could, all the excitement of the fornication was now in his penis and the young organ was out of control. His head became dizzy and he began turning redder than he was. Connie's eyes were closed but his breathing told her he was reaching his climax. It would be his first cum in a woman. What a thrill for her! A virgin boy! His climax was there and anxious moaning came out of his mouth as his whole body locked tight and the tension raised him up in the air, bending him in half. She clasped her legs around him and hooked her ankles in a scissors grip. His arching body carried her hips off the cushions. She clung tightly to the young body as it turned stone hard and the hot fluid erupted into her straining cunt. The cum gushed into her in spring flood quantities. Rodney was exhaling the entire time. Her hungry body soaked it all up and kept kneading it back into her. She didn't want to lose a drop. As the last drops of boycum left his throbbing cock, his tense body began to quiver all over. They dropped to the couch together. He rested his head on her full breast and gradually returned to a normal breathing pattern.
She stroked his hair and patted his back.
"That's how it's done. You are exceptionally adept. You do a real good job. Your girl friends have a treat in store for them. Congratulations."
He smiled boyishly.
He doesn't know how good he is, she thought. Well, he'll eventually find out.
"Now I think it's time for you to go to bed. Would you like me to tuck you in?"
"Aunt Connie, I'm a big boy now. Nobody's tucked me in for years."
"I know you don't need it, I suggested it as a friendly, affectionate gesture."
"Okay, I'd like that." He happily skipped off to his bathroom. Connie found a towel and mopped her brow, wiped her pussy, and checked to see if there were any cum stains on the couch. It was dry, but the cushions were warm. He certainly did have a natural aptitude. Probably got it from his sailor father.
When she went into Rodney's room, he was in bed, covered to his naked waist by a blanket. He lay on his back with his arms behind his head.
"Thanks, Aunt Connie. I liked that a lot. Can we do it again some time?"
"Well, maybe, but it might be better if you practiced with your girl friends first. Do any of them take the pill?"
He looked perplexed.
"Birth control pills."
He shook his head. "Not that I know of."
"One thing you must be very careful of with girls is that they take a pill or use something so they won't get pregnant. That's the big danger of this. You mustn't ever get a girl pregnant. Go to the drug store and ask the man for a rubber."
"Oh, yeah, Paco has them. He blows them up with his bicycle pump and shoves them out the window of his car at the drive-in."
"Well, that's what you use. As your Uncle Bob used to say, "Never go in bare-back!"
They both laughed. She reached for the blankets to bring them up to his chin then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He reached up and grabbed her breast.
"No, Rodney, you mustn't. Go to sleep."
"Aunt Connie, I'd like to do it again."
"Well, you can't tonight. Good night."
"Thank you."
She turned out the light and closed his door.
She couldn't sleep. Into the small hours of the morning she masturbated while Rodney did the same thing in his bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Chris was back just after Connie had finished the breakfast dishes. Rodney was at school and the younger boy was on his school bus. The baby was .fine after a good night's rest.
"Did the kids wear you out?"
Connie laughed to herself. "Bobbie spent the night next door with Jeannie's kids and Rodney was good as gold."
"Good, both of them can be holy hell if you're not used to kids. Thanks so much."
"Rod's arm is fine. He showed me his push-ups."
"Oh, he's proud of that. Did he do that military clap business?"
"Several times."
"His dad showed him that. If he can do seventy-five when his father gets back, he's been promised a car. He's been working on them daily for over a year. That's why I was so concerned about his arm. I thought he might be over-doing it. But you think he's okay, huh?"
"Darling, your son is more than okay."
"Well, that's a relief. Say, what do you want for lunch? I do the shopping on Thursdays and there's a sale on...."
Chris went on about domestic things but Connie's mind wandered to the trim body of her nephew and the exciting way he fucked. She wished she hadn't played it so cool last night and let him fuck her again.
Several days later, Rodney and Connie found themselves alone. She drove him to the beach and was going to pick him up later, then she ran an errand for Chris. On the way back it took well over an hour to get gas. Something was sure wrong with this country, but she was powerless to improve it. Yes, she knew she should write her congressman, but somehow she never got around to it.
When she got back to the house, there was a note from Chris. "Emergency! Maria Cortez needs help with her baby shower. Paco (her son) should have dinner with you and the kids and sleep in Rodney's room. Bobbie's going to spend the night with the neighbors again, she already has him. Put the baby to sleep at 7:30. Pick me up in the morning (early please) when you bring Paco home. If you're low on gas, use my car. Maria's phone 696-4279. Thanks, sis.
"P.S.: I've prepared dinner, all you have to do is cook it 45 min. at 350o. It's already in the oven."
Connie marveled at her sister's efficiency. She did a batch of laundry and, when it was folded and put away, she thought she'd go to the beach and reinforce her tan. She was glad the boys were surfing at a beach different than the public one she'd gone to. She didn't want to see the handsome lifeguard who was a perfect memory. The uniqueness of their fuck was worth preserving.
She parked the car where the boys could see it easily then left a note with their clothing on the beach. She went far enough away so they wouldn't feel they were being watched over and spread her towel and read till she'd had enough sun, then she went to the car and waited.
The surf was down and the boys brought their boards to the car. Paco was very Latin. His father had been wealthy in Cuba and the family was comfortably situated, but though she didn't know it, they were all sad eyed and stoic. Paco's father had not returned from the Bay of Pigs disaster.
She didn't recognize this tragedy in Paco's eyes, all she noticed was the piercing stare he cast on her. He had a question mark on his face. Connie realized Rodney had confided in Paco what happened the night Chris took the baby to the hospital. There was nothing that could be done about it. She should have realized the kid was young and this was the biggest event of his life. Of course he'd be bursting to tell someone and who else but his closest friend?
"How do you do, Paco?"
"It's nice to meet cha."
She formed the impression that Paco was trying very hard to sound American and deliberately vulgarized his speech.
"How was the surf?"
"Cold today, but the waves were terrific."
"Aunt Connie, you should try it sometime. We'll teach you."
"Okay, some day when the weather's warm and the waves aren't too big and nobody's around and there's a rescue team waiting on shore and my horoscope says it's the thing to do, I'll take you up on it."
They laughed and talked on the ride home and the boys were quick to help her get dinner on the table. Connie kept being distracted because she watched Paco move. Once he caught her staring at him openly. He flushed and then turned all his white teeth on her in his appealing smile. She wanted to say, "Forget dinner and come to the bedroom," but she checked the oven instead.
After dinner the boys rode their bikes to the movies. Paco wore a red and white shirt which set off his coloring beautifully. Rodney wore skintight jeans and a T-shirt with a picture of Christ on it. They each wore shoes that were too outlandish to look at without laughing. This was their satorial perfection for a night on the town. She remembered when she was that age and the jokes her father made when she dressed for a date in a full-circle, below-the-knee square dance skirt and peasant blouse with a black tie. She worked a long time to make it just right. She thought of Paco's tossed hair and remembered her date's greased, combed, pampered hairdo. Well, she thought, some details change, but the principle's always the same. You make yourself as good looking as you can to attract the opposite sex. The world does go on.
She'd laid out her clothes for the next day and was undressing for bed when she heard the boys returning. They were laughing rather a lot, she thought, and they were awfully loud for so late at night.
Their thick-soled shoes made too much noise as they clomped into the kitchen from the garage. When she went into the kitchen to see if they wanted anything, they were giggling like two girls. She couldn't comprehend what had gotten into them. They were drinking? No, no, that wasn't it. Then it hit her They'd been smoking marijuana.
Their conversation wasn't incoherent, just a little slow in getting to its points. She thought she should scold them. Hold on, she thought, it's new to me, but maybe old hat to them. They don't seem any the worse for wear, and I'm not their parent. Paco's shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his body and his bull-like chest was firm and tantalizing. She was upset with the way she felt.
"Aunt Connie, will you tuck us in?" Rodney got it out and about fell on the floor trying to suppress his giggles.
She was angry. I'll nip this kid prank in the bud, she thought, and drew in her breath and stood her full height.
"I only do that for babies and big men. Not silly little boys who get stoned at the movies."
Both boys were taken aback and Rodney's shame showed in his face.
"I ... I'm sorry, Aunt Connie. I...."
But nothing more would come out. Paco was embarrassed too, but could do nothing.
"Now, if you two think you can handle it, get yourselves to bed." She turned smartly and stared out of the room. Rodney hung his head and headed for his room. He slipped in the hall on the runner. It was a clumsy fall and Paco rushed to help him. Connie turned and ran to him. She was on her knees when she saw the blood on his head. In the emergency she used her medical training to deal with the situation. There was a lot of blood but the wound was superficial. Paco stood over them with concern on his face.
"Get me a clean washcloth from the bathroom and the rubbing alcohol. Bring the gauze, too."
Paco was back instantly. She mopped the blood away and cleansed the wound. It was in the hair and no scar would show. It was fine in a minute and Rodney felt none the worse. Connie looked up, right into Paco's crotch. In fact, her face touched his boycock bulge.
"All right, go to bed. I'll tuck you both in."
Well, she'd done it. She couldn't help herself. Paco was sexy, handsome, and available. Rodney was sexy and, while not as good looking as his friend, he had natural horniness and she liked it. And he was available too. They had to learn sometime.
She finished undressing and put her light robe on over the naked flesh she wanted to be warmed by their young bodies. When she entered Rodney's room, the boys were on either side of the double bed. She was sure they'd left a space between them for her. Her eye caught the chair-both of them had piled their clothes neatly on the chair. Paco's red and white shirt was even on a hanger. They were on their good behavior.
"How's your head?"
"I'm fine, Aunt Connie."
"Do you have a headache, from anything?"
"No, Aunt Connie."
"All right then, go to sleep."
She leaned over and kissed him good night.
"What about Paco?"
Connie walked around the bed and picked up the covers and slid them up to Paco's chin. His big beautiful eyes followed her every move.
"Good night, Paco."
He closed his eyes and puckered his lips. She studied his attractive face for a moment then bent down and placed her lips on his. He kissed her back, gently. She was surprised at what a good kisser he was, there was just the right amount of suction in the pulling flesh. He opened his eyes. Rodney was watching closely. Connie wanted to pull the covers off and jump naked on Paco's body and kiss him all over and touch him. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Aunt Connie, we're sleeping in the nude."
She didn't know how to respond. "Are you going to be warm enough?"
"No."
"What do you want me to do to warm you?"
"The Indians all sleep together so they keep each other warm."
"I could sleep with you boys to keep you warm. Would you like that, Rodney?"
"Yes, Aunt Connie."
"Would you, Paco?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"This will have to be a secret."
"Yes. We promise." They both said it together.
Connie turned out the light. The light from the moon gave some light to the room, but not a great deal. They probably couldn't see her too well right after the light went off, she figured, so she waited a minute, knowing both of them had fixed their eyes on her. She slowly began to take her robe off. She slid it off one arm and kept it over her shoulder. She was teasing and hopefully that would excite the boys, if they weren't excited enough already. She removed the other arm and the robe rested on her bare shoulders. Her breasts were still covered. She undid the tie but held the material in front of her naked body. She stepped forward a little so her body was in a shaft of light and she slid one shoulder free of the robe, exposing her full, pendulous breast to the light.
With painstaking slowness she doffed the robe entirely and her flesh was unprotected from their wide-eyed gaze. Her tits bounced noticeably as she tiptoed (for no reason she could think of) to the side of the bed. Rodney's body stirred as she sat on the bed beside him. Delicately she lifted the blanket and put her feet under it. Rodney was not able to move a muscle. Deftly she swung her legs over his, deliberately dragging her ass over his rigid cock.
She hoisted her hips over him and down in the middle of the bed. Taking care to touch each of them, she slid down under the covers.
The tension in the two boys was heart-stopping.
"I don't have a pillow. You've both got them."
Both boys quickly began stuffing their pillows behind her head.
"Why, what thoughtful boys you are. Thank you."
Both pillows behind her caused her to sit upright. When she leaned over to kiss Rodney, her breasts fell against his face. His hand was on one tit before she could suggest it to him. She turned to kiss Paco and the same thing happened, but he was too nervous to move his hands. She put her hand on his shoulder and kissed him again, this time with a lot of movement and prolonged suction. She settled down between them and put an arm behind both their heads. They didn't need to be told to scoot closer. Two warm adolescent bodies were pressed against hers in a flash. Rodney's hand reached for a tit. She was audible in her display of pleasure when his hand closed on her anxious breast. Paco's hand crept to her side and across her body to embrace her wide, provocative hips. His hopeful fingers encircled her free breast and Rodney raised his head from her shoulder in indignation.
"Let me play with her tits."
"I want one."
"She's my aunt!"
"Boys, boys, don't fight over me. Each of you take one in your hands and we'll work something out for the rest of it."
Reluctantly Rodney allowed his friend to toy with one of the bulging boobs. Paco held it tenderly and gently pinched the nipple. It was hardening even before he reached it. His other hand massaged her abdomen. Rodney was moving fast and furious. His sturdy prick was standing at attention and he wanted Paco to notice that it was. Paco's attention was riveted on Connie, however.
Rodney got up on his knees, pulling the covers off all of them and straddling his aunt.
"Not yet, Rodney, you have to work me up to it first."
"Aren't you worked up enough already? You got two of us in bed."
"It takes women a little longer to get sexually excited than it does men."
"Oh." Rodney was genuinely disappointed.
"Put your hands on me. Feel me all over, kiss me a lot, and gradually work up to it. Girls like that a lot."
Paco had scooted his dark-crowned head down to her side and was licking her rib cage, bringing his lips up to kiss the underside of her fat tit while his fingers continued to caress the expanding nipple. Rodney was still too hot to be held back and imprisoned the tit on his side in his mouth. Her hands ran through his hair and she held the youngster close to her. His fingers went for her cunt. He wanted to show off to Paco, so he scooted down and placed his anxious mouth on her cunt. His long tongue, trained by hundreds of ice cream cones, worked its way into the protected opening and lapped away at the pink tissues.
Connie voiced her pleasure. His young energy excited her. Paco, too, was contributing. His hands were larger, indeed his whole body was bigger. She reached to see if his organ was too. When her searching fingers found it, she was startled to discover it was well proportioned and sturdy, but it was bent. It curved to the left and the end turned around so that you could see the bottom of its head on top. She explored this phenomenon with puzzlement. What would cause a cock to twist and turn so? Her holding it in her fist and walking up its length with her fingers and cupping the turned head didn't alter his breathing and he accepted her fondling as perfectly normal so she decided Paco was used to it and it didn't bother him, so why should she be concerned. Besides, she thought, what a thrill it must be to feel that corkscrew cock inside. It must feel different than any other cock.
Rodney was eating her cunt like it was the day before Lent. He hardly breathed.
"Don't hold your breath, Rodney. Keep breathing." What a nuisance, you have to tell these kids everything.
Paco needed no instructions. His leg pressed against hers while he slowly moved his torso back and forth. He held her leg between his and humped like a dog. She put one hand on each of their heads and played with their hair. Paco's face went to her navel and he tenderly drew lines on her belly with his tongue. He got up on his knees as he did it. Swinging one leg over Rodney's busy head, he bridged her body with his. He had both tits in his possession and worked his claim. All his fingers moved, and so did his two lips. First one breast then the other knew the inside of his mouth. An eager tongue washed them then went back and polished the pink and white knobs.
Paco's ass was bobbing up and down in the air, hitting Rodney on the head. He was concentrating on the sweet flanges of her cuntal opening and he didn't care. Paco's spiraling schlong was hidden from Connie's view and she was anxious to see what it looked like. She raised her head and began kissing the top of his head. He raised up and kissed her mature mouth with his eager Latin lips. Her fingers slid along his arms and moved to his back. They prodded him to kneel upright and she gazed on his curious cock.
It was darker than his tan. A heavy fold of soft flesh hung below the head and disappeared as the large blue vein stood out in its amblings toward his torso. She put her fingers on his scrotum and slid them onto the object of her curiosity. Delicately she followed the turning flesh as it pointed away from the middle of his body. She couldn't wait any longer. She opened her mouth and moved her head to it. Warm lips closed over his cockhead and she sucked as she backed off. Her nostrils flared as she breathed through them, not wishing to break the suction she was building up on his cockhead. He put his hands on the headboard and she worked more of his cock between her red lips. She had to turn her head to the side to take more of it. Determinedly she strained her neck. It poked into her cheek. She swung her body to the side, her head a little off the bed. He moved his cock to her mouth again. She couldn't get any more this way than she did before.
"Stand on the floor behind me."
Paco got off the bed and did what she suggested. Rodney looked up to see what was going on, but his own interests were between her legs so he went back to his explorations. He was holding her cunt open with his fingers and putting his smoothskinned face as deeply into it as he could. Paco stood flat-footed on the floor and Connie let her head hang over the edge of the bed. He lowered his cock to her mouth and inserted its head between her lips. With a turn of her head, she laid claim to it and began taking it in, his cockhead sliding over her tongue. She swallowed as it advanced into her mouth. It gagged her. She swallowed again and could feel it filling her throat. She couldn't turn her head at all, so she prompted his hips with her hands. He eased them forward.
His cock slid further into her. He eased some more and it went even further. He could feel no resistance to the head of it so he advanced his hips further and several inches of his cock went down her throat. He held it there and she embraced his ass with her arms. She began to slowly push his hips back with her palms. He took his dong almost all the way out of her mouth, but just as the head was about to emerge, she reversed herself and darted after it again. Connie held as much of his cock within her as she could. He slid it back and forth just enough. The sensations it produced were a new thrill. Coupled with that, Rodney seemed to have discovered an inch or two of tongue he didn't know he had and instantly put it to good use, working it up and down inside her cunt lips. It was this aggressive searching that discovered her clit. When he first made contact, she tightened up all over. Her mouth closed tight on Paco's cock and her fingers dug into his skin.
"She's hot now, keep it going, Rodney."
Eager to learn, Rodney moved his head with ferocity. Lickity-split his tongue went back and forth, not missing a particle of the soft warm pink tissue. Every time his tongue touched her clitoris, she let out a startled yelp. He was curious about this, so he kept his tongue on it and worked around it, pushing it and bending it with his extended tongue. Paco rubbed his cock back and forth in her throat. His balls were hanging over her nose and when she inhaled through her nostrils, she'd suck in some of the flesh of his scrotum. This slight deviation excited him tremendously. He reached down and took a handful of her tit. By cautiously bending over he was able to get his mouth on the swollen nipple and he began to suck the red areola and lightly closed his teeth on the enlarged nipple.
Her white flesh felt warm and exciting in his tan hands. Rodney watched all this maneuvering and when Paco's mouth engulfed the tit, his hand went for the other one. He was enjoying more the reaction his aunt made when his tongue pressed her knot inside her cunt. This was more fun than her tit at the moment. He tried manfully to get the clit between his lips so he could suck on it. His young body was not fully developed and his face was small enough for him to get quite deep within her. By protruding his lips as far as he could, he was able to secure a suction action on the tiny bud. The moans of pleasure in her throat were thwarted by the curved cock they had to go around to get out her mouth. The interrupted sound drove the boys wilder. Each of them began his movements faster. Rodney released the tit and used both hands to spread her cunt wider. He'd seen a picture of a guy doing that.
Paco thought he'd cum, but he didn't want to just yet. "Let's change places, Rodney," he said.
Rodney was happy where he was, but any new sensation was all right too. He pulled his mouth and tongue out of the spread cunt and got to his feet. Paco's prick retreated from her throat. Rodney crawled over the bed. Paco stood between her legs and looked at her exposed cunt. Without warning his mind changed to a new thrill and, instead of eating her luscious cunt, he picked up her thighs and maneuvered his spiral prick to the welcoming opening.
Her hands reached up to welcome Rodney's body to her face. Her hand guided the handsome organ to her lips and she took her nephew's cock into her mouth. His tender young fuckflesh felt good against her forehead and his hands were feeling her golden hair. It was easier to suck him off and she did so with all the passion that only a forbidden incest encounter could produce. But her excitement was due for another surprise. Paco hadn't yet inserted his twisted twat-reamer. He began screwing her. She was opening and closing her lips for him while he spread her legs further apart.
The hair around her cunt was like a halo of soft gold. The bright red color of the interior beckoned him. The head of his man-size penis hung just outside the entrance for a split second, then he moved it forward. The flesh parted and it entered the pink interior at a steady advance, and picked up speed as it drove into the dark cave. The bent flesh and the changing width of his organ as it passed membrane after membrane was electricity to her. Her ankles were on his ass and the last part of the journey was made with her spurring him on to ride her deeper and harder. Rodney sensed the rapture his aunt was experiencing and did what he could to enlarge upon it. His sturdy cock retreated from her throat and, when it was almost fully in view, advanced again at a double time pace. She swallowed and stroked his smooth ass. It felt soft to her touch and she ran her hands over it.
Connie could feel a fuzzy layer of hair beginning to develop on his adolescent body and that thrilled her. Here she was on a bed with not one but two hung young studs, getting their kicks from her body. One was fair and one was dark. Both were enthusiastic. So was she.
Rodney thrust again deep into her throat. Paco fucked her cunt cautiously. Her feet on his ass gave him assurance and he increased the tempo of his hot strokes. Rodney slid his hand along her throat trying to feel his cock inside her. She humped her hips and stretched her neck. The fucking in her throat got faster. Paco grabbed her hips in his hands and jammed his freakish cock into her. He speeded up and dug deeper and harder, the unusual shape of his organ causing new and different sensations every time it passed anything at all. Her tits wobbled in the excitement.
Both boys looked down at her eager body and smiled as they fucked for all they were worth. Rodney had both hands on her big tits and let the movement from their fucking move them for him. Connie was about to scream from sheer pleasure when Paco held tighter and shot his wad. The excitement on his face set off Rodney and he too exploded with animal satisfaction as his cum flooded into his aunt's body. Connie tightened every muscle she could and Paco plopped forward, putting his head between her enlarged tits. Rodney pulled his cock out of her mouth and a last drop of cum dribbled out of his cock and landed in her hair. The boys piled onto the bed and eventually they all got under the covers again and slept soundly.
All went well for several days, but when she again had occasion to take Rodney to the beach, several little boys showed up with surf boards. Rodney kept hinting she should stay with them at the beach and they'd show her a good time. The muffled laughter in the back seat informed her that they all expected to get the treatment Rodney and Paco had received. Too many young mouths tell too many tales, she decided, and thought her visit to Florida should about be over. She could make some excuse to Chris, but when she got back to the house she was shocked to see her suitcase sitting on the front porch. Her winter coat was sitting on top of it and her cosmetics case was sitting next to it. What was going on?
Chris came to the door, ashen. "Don't bother to put the car in the garage, Connie, you're not staying. Come in the house. What I have to say to you, I don't want the neighbors to hear."
The only thing Connie could think of was that Chris had found out what had happened with Rodney, yet he gave no hint that that had happened on the drive to the beach.
Chris was a terror when she was mad, and she was obviously enraged. When Connie entered the kitchen she was surprised to see a Latin woman sitting at the kitchen table, crying profusely. When Connie stepped into the room, still adjusting her eyes to the lack of sunlight, the woman sprang from her chair and lunged at Connie, screaming in Spanish. Chris held her back. Connie knew what must have happened.
"Maria, it's not going to do any good. Sit down, honey."
The woman continued to strike out at Connie, but Chris held her back with both arms around her waist. Connie was scared.
"Puta! Puta!"
"Sit down! Maria, goddamn it, get hold of yourself."
The woman was exhausted by her emotions and slumped into a chair. "You evil woman! You're unnatural. You're sick. Mother of God, forgive her."
"How could you do it, Connie? You must be sick in your head. Boys! Teenagers. I didn't even think they were old enough. Oh, God. What's wrong with you? Your own nephew! That's ... that's-"
She couldn't bring herself to even say the word, but by pulling her handkerchief out of her pocket and using it again, she calmed herself enough to continue.
"Maria decided it was time to explain the facts of life to Paco. She asked him how much he knew-"
"You're a curse! The devil is in you!"
"Please, Maria. It turns out he knew quite a bit. When she asked him on the Bible if he'd ever fooled around with a girl, he couldn't lie, they're a very religious family-"
"God is punishing me for letting my husband go back."
"When she asked him who he-oh, God, he named you."
"It's not true, Chris. A little boy's fantasy."
"My Paco no lie!" The hysterical woman lunged at Connie's throat with both hands. Again Chris held her off and shoved her into the chair. She dissolved into tears again.
"He swore on God's holy book."
"He told her Rodney and you and he ... did it ... in Rodney's bed. She came right over here and told me. Of course, I thought she was crazy. Then I checked the laundry. I had just changed Rodney's bed and the sheets were still in the hamper. There was semen on them!"
Both women were crying and comforting each other.
"Chris, the boys are at that age. They're experimenting. It's only natural."
"Natural! Don't you use such a word! What do you know about natural, you freak of nature? The semen was on the corner. No little boy with a double bed is going to play with himself on the corner. Maria says the description Paco gave was too real even for an adolescent's imagination. It had to be true. Connie, you seduced those boys. Rodney's your own nephew! You are sick."
"Now, Chris, this is silly-"
"Damn you, you whore! This is not silly. We are two women alone! We have to bring up our families alone! That's bad enough, we can't handle the insane wanton. Go get psychiatric help, Connie, you're sick."
"Look, when the boys came back from the movies they'd been smoking pot and they were high and imagined-"
"Eyyyy! Liar! Whore! Crazy lady! Now you accuse our boys of being drug addicts? Is nothing sacred to you?"
"I want you out of my house, now. I don't want to see or hear from you ever again. If anything develops in those boys, I'll go to the police. Do you realize they might grow up with warped sexual ideas? Don't you have any conscience? I never want to lay eyes on you again. Get out!"
"Chris, I-"
"Get out!"
Both mothers came toward her. Connie retreated out the screen door and picked up the luggage and put it in her car. The tearful women stood in the doorway and silently watched her get behind the wheel. As she backed up they stood their ground and it wasn't till she was shifting into first to take off that they closed the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The drive back north was unhappy for her. She realized that she'd lost a great deal. She felt like an orphan. Her guilt was only for that. She realized how much family meant to her. Tom was gone. Now Chris and the kids. Had she done wrong? No, she didn't feel she had. And even if she had, what could she do about it? She knew she was totally hooked on young boycock. Their warm young bodies and their eager dicks were the most important things in her life. She didn't have a husband or family of her own. She was well off, no job, no all-consuming interest. This was what she liked, sex with young boys, and since she had nothing to lose except irritating an excitable mother now and then, she saw no reason why she shouldn't continue to satisfy her pleasure with any lad she wanted.
They were the ones with the hard-ons, she wasn't fucking herself. They could say no, too, but she knew what she wanted. She'd sacrificed a lot to find out, but now that she knew, she was willing to go on paying the price. All she cared about was getting young men into bed with her. That's what she'd spend her time doing.
She arrived back home and felt fine. She got the New York Times list of summer camps and started writing letters for a summer position as nurse's helper. She didn't have credentials for a full position and the money didn't matter.
Summer was a long way off and she couldn't live like a nun till then.
When she checked the yard she discovered that the apple trees had not been properly taken care of for the winter. She was proud of those trees. She and Tom had planted them when they first moved into the house. The marriage didn't last but she'd be damned if the trees would go too. She got on the phone to the nursery. They had no man available to take care of her trees. She raised her voice several octaves. The nurseryman was startled anyone could get so upset about a day's delay at caring for two apple trees. More to cut the shrill voice than to maintain customer goodwill, he promised someone would be by that day, even if he had to do it himself. Connie hung up with immense satisfaction.
The nurseryman put down the phone. All his men were out on calls. Charlie was home in bed with a cold. It was impossible for him to leave because his tax man was coming by at three and a shipment of fertilizer was due any minute and he had to pay the driver. Who could he send?
He looked around and saw the Podesky boy who worked part-time. He'd been there over a year, maybe he could take care of that bitch's apple trees.
"Hey, Bill, come here."
The youngster dropped his shovel and trotted to the owner's side. He was a lanky kid with a bobbed haircut. His shoulders were square and his chin pointed. His sharp nose and long arms and thinness made him look underweight, but he was as strong as a bull. Clear blue eyes looked straight at you when he talked to you, and the owner liked that. He could trust the kid.
"Bill, some customer's having trouble with a couple of apple trees. Go over and see what's wrong. You know enough, don't you? Just look 'em over and calm her down if you can. I don't know why she waited till the middle of February to decide they hadn't been winterized properly. Crazy dame. Do what you can. Here's the address." Bill loped off to the pickup truck and took off for the nagging woman's house. He had washed the dirt from his face and hands, but his clothes were smelly and covered with sod.
On Yeats Lane he found the right number and pulled into the driveway. Because of the condition of his work clothes, he went to the back door. Connie heard the knock and looked at the door. Through the glass she saw the youth, tall and slender with straight blond hair framing his face. Who can this be? Can I get him into bed?
She checked her hair and make-up before answering the door.
"Hi, I'm from Hanging Gardens Nursery. Mr. Pullman said you were concerned about some apple trees. I'm here to do what I can." He finished his little speech and stood there smiling.
Connie smiled back. She definitely wanted this kid.
"Let's have a look."
Connie invited him in while she went for her gardening coat. She wanted to put on a hat but that would mess up her hair and she thought a lot of flowing blonde hair would turn him on more than flattened out hair under a stocking cap. She quickly kicked off her flats and stepped into high heels, thinking they would give a more alluring line to her legs. She'd have to walk on tip toe, but if the long shot paid off, it would be worth it.
The trees were close to the path, so she didn't need to worry about the snow on the ground as she gingerly stepped over the frozen flagstones and patches of ice.
"This is the one that concerns me most."
The slender youth was quite agile and swung up into the lower branches with ease. He examined several and looked closely at the trunk. She was getting cold.
"Let's see the other one."
She led him to another part of the yard and he did the same thing. Then he climbed down from the second tree, while Connie shivered and trudged through the snow to a spot where he could see the tree against the horizon. He came back to her breathing hard, as it was difficult to walk in the drifted snow. The bright red apples on his cheeks were more tempting than the fruit the trees would produce in the fall.
"The skin looks fine and the buds are actually there, they just haven't broken through the surface yet. It's only February. They'll come. They way they're situated, they're getting good drainage. As far as I can tell, they're in good shape. This one could do with a bit more binding. I've got some burlap in the truck. It won't take me a minute. I think they're just slower than most apples. What variety are they?"
"I can't remember, it's a Japanese strain. We got them at the garden show in Philadelphia years ago."
"That would account for it. Some hybrids are slower than regular trees."
"Fine. I'm glad you're here. If you'll do the binding, I'll fix you something hot to drink."
"Thank you."
"Just come in the kitchen when you're through."
She turned and went back to the house, trying to walk as sexily as she could in high heels on ice.
Inside she quickly heated up the coffee and got out the Irish whiskey. She also boiled water in case he wanted tea or some kid thing. By the time he returned to the kitchen, cold and pale and dirty, she was all ready. She'd slipped on a clinging dress with a deep neckline, run a comb through her hair and flung her underwear under the bed. This dress held up her boobs so she didn't need a bra. If her outfit didn't turn him on, it was a lost cause.
"You're back so soon? What'll it be? I feel like an Irish coffee, but maybe you're too young to drink spirits."
With great haughtiness, he raised his head and proclaimed, "I'm seventeen."
That was just what she wanted to hear, and she prepared the Irish coffee.
"If you'd like to wash, the bath's over there. Here, I'll take your coat." She hung it on a peg by the door. He left his boots by the door also, and walked in his stocking feet to the bathroom. When he emerged, she looked at him closely. He had rosy cheeks, nice eyes, fine hair and good lines. Yes, she definitely wanted to fuck this strapling kid.
"Hope you like this."
They sat at the breakfast bar. Connie asked questions about plants, his job at the nursery, did he go to school, etc. His answers were friendly. He liked the Irish coffee. Would he care for another? No, there was a basketball game later and he was playing. At this point she uncrossed her legs and deliberately dropped her napkin. Ever a gentleman, he bent down to retrieve it for her. He had to bend down on all fours to reach it and couldn't help but notice her legs, which she spread slightly while he gazed. He was embarrassed and shocked and hoped she'd think his face was red from bending over and not from what flashed through his horny mind. When he came up, Connie was smiling sweetly. She didn't ask him but made another Irish coffee, putting them on a tray.
"Let's have them in the den, we can see the sunset from there. I've made yours very weak."
The obedient youth followed her into the den. The couch was very small. It was facing the television set and you couldn't really see the window too well, besides the sun wasn't setting. She was stacked and she wanted to take full advantage of it, bending slightly forward so he could see more of her tits than were already exposed.
"Thank you. I've lived here alone since my divorce. That's why I had to call the nursery. There's no man around to take care of things. I bet you're a big help around the house."
He blushed. She boldly slid closer and was actually touching his knee.
"Are you warmed up yet?" She took his hand and held it between hers. "I believe they're still cold."
Without giving him a chance, she drew his hand to her body and placed it flat against her chest, between her full breasts.
His heart raced. He opened his mouth but no words would come. His hand was paralyzed on her body. She reached for his other hand and placed each on a tit, then she planted her mouth fully on his. When she pulled her lips away, he was still immobile.
"Take advantage of your opportunities, baby. I'm all yours for the taking."
The youngster had felt her hands slide over his and pull them to her soft pink tits. He drew them away, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her aggressively. It was only a matter of moments before she was tugging at his belt and he was tossing clothes through the air. His body was straight, muscled and hairless. Her dress was so tight she had to take it off like a wet bathing suit. His strong hands were quick to help pull it off. He was in back of her and peeling it down.
He dropped to his knees and kept going, "Oh, oh, oh," softly as his hands worked on the fabric and revealed more and more of her feminine flesh. His erection was straight and, while not very fat or long, was attractive with a bright red head. Since he was already on his knees, he just turned her around and planted his mouth on her hairy cunt.
His head bobbed quickly from side to side as he licked away at her hot slit. His fingers were kneading her ass. His mouth kissed over her tummy and one hand clutched a pale breast. His other hand doubled up into a fist except for one finger that screwed its way into her vagina, probing and penetrating.
"I'd heard of things like this, but I never thought it'd happen to me. Get on the couch so I can fuck you. Wow."
Connie couldn't get on her back fast enough. With one spring he was on top of her, planting his red-nosed cock in her willing snatch. The head slid in quickly, followed by the strong shaft. He was pumping automatically, right off the bat. No buildup, no preparation, just hop and hump. His face was between her breasts and they were being smeared all over his face. Hands full of hair twisted and turned her head. Her hands were all over his back and butt, sometimes her legs were too. He pulled a throw pillow under her hips and bounced on her at a new angle. She encouraged this sort of variety with loud grunts of pleasure and soft kisses on anything she could reach. His tongue went in and out of her mouth like it was his own and every few strokes he grabbed her ass and shifted her position.
"You hot ram, fuck me."
"Come on blondie, put it out there."
She shoved her crotch at him. She raised her hips off the pillow and snapped her pussy on his cock and hung onto it as he threw his hips up and down. The lamp on the end table teetered and fell to the floor. He pulled his cock out, grabbed her knees, and rammed his mouth onto her juicy gash, licking on every side as fast as he could. Connie pulled on her breasts and tossed her head back and forth with her tongue sticking out between her teeth. His hands went up her torso and exercised themselves on her breasts. Clean white teeth nibbled on them gently and strong, sun-tanned hands went into her hair, tugging and pulling it as her body was rocked back and forth when his cock reinserted itself in her warm compartment.
"Oh, big lady, I'm going to cum, oh. OH!"
She tripled her movements to extract all the pleasure she could from his young cock. When he was done depositing his sperm in her, he rolled off the couch and lay on his back on the floor, breathing deeply.
Connie clamped her legs closed, repeatedly trying to feel the phantom that remained as her body adjusted to the lack of a throbbing dickhead in her cunt. She capped it with her hand to hold the warmth in longer.
"Oh, wow. I've waited all my life for something like that. Any time you want your apple trees taken care of, you just let me know. That was terrific. Oh, wow."
"I'm glad to know you'll be available. Don't worry, I'll call."
"I'd better get back to work. I make the deliveries and I'll come by your place last, if you want me to. If you need anything, ask to have it delivered."
"You're on."
By the middle of March Connie had heard from several summer camps that were interested in hiring a woman to help in the infirmary. She narrowed her choices to those from out of state. She eliminated religious and military camps. It took her a while to decide, but she also eliminated those camps devoted to a specific sport. They would be in training and she wanted no part of any Spartan regimentation. Eventually she decided to accept a camp in the foothills of the White Mountains, with a back-up of a camp on Lake Champlain.
The White Mountains camp was called Dowango, an Indian name, she thought. It was big on outdoor experience, so they didn't concentrate on one thing but provided swimming, boating, hiking, crafts, sports, nature study and mostly fresh air and sunshine. It was privately funded and the staff was drawn from high schools and colleges. It appeared isolated, which she thought was a factor she could turn to her advantage. The biggest attraction for her was the number of boys it could handle. Over one hundred. That was a nice selection, and they all stayed at least one month. That was important. In a week or even two, they'd be too busy to get into mischief, and mischief was one of the things she wanted them to get into, besides her cunt. Best of all, the kids were drawn from inner city areas. That meant a great variety, too. Dowango was the place for Connie.
A letter came from the camp director, a Mr. Jackson, spelling out her duties and her pay, what accommodations she would be given, hours and dates and a phone number. It also contained her contract. All very business-like. In a handwritten note, Mr. Jackson said he hoped she'd like being part of the staff at Dowango and not to hesitate to call if she wanted further information. It also included several snapshots of the place, including her quarters.
Jackson sounded civilized and the place looked lovely.
She signed the contract and sent it off by airmail. A few days later she got a phone call from Jackson, saying how delighted he was she would be "a member of the team." He suggested she come a few days earlier than the contract stipulated, if she could. It would be good to familiarize herself with the area and facilities before her time was taken up with the boys. She said she would make every effort to arrive earlier.
The week before school was out, she loaded the
CHAPTER EIGHT
A few days later, she drove through the gate of Camp Dowango. There were trees and open areas and she could see the lake. A big central building stood astride a hillock and cabins were scattered in back of it, all up the hills and in the trees. Canoes were freshly painted and drying in the sun. The signs were all made of local wood and rustic was the theme of Dowango. When she'd parked the car, she could hear a radio playing ear-splitting rock and roll music. She tried to accustom herself to it. They liked it.
An Indian man was painting a table in the main lodge when she walked in. He turned down his radio when she approached him. Pointing with the paint brush, he directed her to Jackson's office.
She followed the path to the edge of the lake. It seemed farther away than it was because the path twisted and went up and down gullies. Finally she spotted a neat cottage. As she drew closer, classical music wafted through the pine trees to her ears. This must be Jackson's quarters, the music suited the picture she had of him. Her rap on the door brought a cheerie, "Just a mo'."
The door opened and she was startled. An average height man with something of a stomach wearing a turtle neck and giant glasses, cut square, opened the door. She was startled because he was black.
"Mr. Jackson?"
"Yes, and you must be Connie Mulvern. Welcome to Dowango, come inside."
He led her into a neat office. The walls were lined with certificates and licenses. There were pictures of scenic sights and of Jackson with a pair of well-groomed dogs. There was a map of the area, some filing cabinets, and a table piled with papers.
"Sit down. Care for a cigarette? Or are you one of those liberated chicks and want a cigar?" He laughed at his joke and Connie, still dazed, tried to laugh too.
"I'm sure glad you could come early. It's rained for two weeks and I didn't think we'd be able to get ready in time. The first contingent arrives Friday. We needed the rain. Woods were dry as a bone all spring and the lake was down. We haven't even-Mrs. Mulvern, are you shocked to find I'm a black man?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish to terminate your contract."
"Well, of course not. That really doesn't have anything to do with it."
"Good, because more than half the inner city kids we get every summer are black. You are prepared to deal with that?"
Connie was beginning to feel insulted.
"I am educated, Mr. Jackson. I don't think black people all tap dance or carry razors or live on watermelon. Frankly, I've never dealt with any, outside of stores or such. I'm sorry if I appeared rude."
"And I do not wish to appear rude either, but I've lost more than one staff member when he's seen my black skin."
"I'm sure there's much more to see than that, Mr. Jackson."
His face lit up and his whole face disappeared when his bright teeth smiled. "We're going to get along real well."
And so they did, for several hours, while he explained the organization, procedures, discipline, schedule and problems of the camp. He got the Indian to unload her car and he took her on a tour of the premises. There was a dock, bicycle paths, hiking trails, and sports areas. The camp had several acres and was surrounded on three sides by woods and on the other by the lake. The big danger was the shoreline. He explained a lot of their city kids didn't know how to swim. He was tempted to put up lights along the shore but decided not to do so because it would tempt the kids to sneak out at night and swim without supervision. His nightmare, he said, was that some kid would drown. He repeated that over and over. Connie was surprised to learn that there was only a permanent staff of eight. Himself, the nurse, the head cook, the Indian general handyman, an assistant cook, and two counselors.
"Dowango's staff is the United Nations. The cook is a World War II D.P., from Russia. The assistant cook is a Trinidadian who went bananas in New York, killed someone with a knife and did several years in jail before they discovered he needed mental treatment. Now he's happy to live in the country and not go near the city. He's probably the sanest of us all. No problem there. He's a good card player too, you'll see. The nurse has been in medicine so long I think she's got specimens for blood. Joe, the Indian, was actually born right on the property. I bought it from him after his health went bad. Got a good price if he could spend the rest of his life here. The boys love him. I was a teacher before I took this up. I like to travel and this way I can travel in the off season. It's a lot more fun. You travel?"
"Not much."
"You'd love it. New places, new people. It's a constant education. I'm spending this winter in Scandinavia. Well, that's everybody."
Connie hadn't heard anything that didn't sound pleasant enough, but they were all too old for her.
"What about the counselors?"
"Oh, I get two guys from Howard University every summer. They have to be athletic and majoring in education or counseling. Usually I get one of each. It's good practice for them and, ha ha, they work cheap."
College boys, a possibility.
"I never heard of Howard University."
"It's a black school. You've got a lot to learn. This summer is going to educate you. Want some coffee?"
They were back at the main lodge and went into the kitchen. The cook was scouring huge pots that had been stored all winter. He didn't speak English and Connie was again startled to hear Jackson speaking Russian to him. When Jackson indicated Connie, the old man turned to her and bowed. It was such an anachronism Connie was completely won over. She knew the meals would be delicious, and they were. They got their coffee, the cook always had a pot on the stove, and drank it seated on a log in back of the main lodge. Jackson told her the history of the place, learned from Joe, and some of his own history. She studied his face. He was healthy as a horse and cheerful. His age was probably mid-forties. He had a son killed in Viet Nam. His explanations of the place and its purpose to give the kids a complete change from the ugly city life were so thorough that When he gave her an opportunity to ask questions, the only thing she could think of to ask was why the rocks on the side of the path were all painted white. She was surprised to learn that they were painted so they could be seen at night.
When they'd finished their coffee, Jackson showed her to her cabin. It was tiny but it had a view of the lake and the bed was comfortable. It even had a hot plate so she could make simple things like soup, coffee or whatever. The bathroom was primitive. She and the other nurse shared a shower, outdoors.
"You'll get used to the shower. Eventually. Sorry, it's the best the place affords. Rustic, you know. You're safe from peeping toms. Years ago I planted firs between here and that ledge. The kids sometimes sneek up there to see if they can catch a glimpse of the puss-ladies in the shower. There was an ugly incident some years ago. Nothing since."
The nurse arrived the next day and they spent the whole day checking the infirmary, which seemed to consist mostly of bandages and poison ivy remedies. The nurse was there for the third year and knew everything by heart. That night the two counselors drove in. One was the AI'-American boy. He looked like an ad for Wheaties. The other was into Black Power and wore a skull cap, a dashiki, carried a carved ebony cane, and had an earring in one ear. Whenever either one of them had any leisure time, they could be found reading rather serious-looking books. Jackson thought they were both going to work out fine.
Connie had her doubts about the sulker in the skull cap. When Jackson said she had to learn water safety and rescue, she asked the athletic one to teach her. She was apprehensive about letting him touch her even to learn water safety, but if he sensed it, he didn't show it. She got in the freezing lake time after time and let him pull her out, or she pulled him out and they took turns giving each other artificial respiration. By the end of two days she was very friendly with David and she thought prejudiced people were stupid.
Jackson wasn't at dinner that night. He had to go into town to arrange some last minute supplies. All there was to do was wait for the first boys, due Friday morning.
When she opened the door to her cabin and put the flashlight on the bureau, she found a note on her bed. "Connie, if you want to play cards this evening, we'll be setting up in my cabin about 8:30. We have only two nights to relax before the onslaught. Andy Jackson."
Connie remembered the last note anybody had left for her. That was the one from Chris saying to take care of Paco and Rodney, and she remembered where that had led. Could this one be as ominous? Ridiculous. At 8:30 she took her flashlight and headed for Jackson's cabin.
She heard a symphony on the stereo coming from the cabin as she approached. All the draperies were drawn. After she knocked she put the flashlight under her chin, and when Andy Jackson opened the door, she stared at him with dead eyes, and said, "I am the ghost of Christmas past."
"And ah is a spook, too."
Andy laughed a lot at that and Connie, after she got over her initial embarrassment, laughed too. He put his arm around her as he brought her into the cabin. The door to the office was closed and all the light was in the bedroom, where a card table was set up. The top of the bureau held a number of bottles of liquor. There was a Japanese lacquer box and a cigarette lighter. All the comfortable furniture from the office was moved into the bedroom and a TV table with snacks was sitting next to the "bar." It was going to be fun.
"Would the ghost of Christmas past care for a little smoke?"
Connie was surprised when he opened the lacquer box and offered her a joint. Do all black people smoke dope? She had enough respect for this pot-bellied man to realize he wasn't a libertine. Smoking grass couldn't be all that bad if high school kids did it and college kids did it and black men who spoke Russian did it. She'd been prisoner of Tom's Puritan ways long enough. Fuck it! I'll have one She accepted with what she hoped was a "with it" response. "Thanks, pusher man."
Andy was too good-natured to laugh out loud, so he covered by putting his arm around her again and saying "Ummm um, mama, we's gonna have fun tonight. Big fun."
That was all right with Connie. She hadn't laughed with people for a long time, and Andy Jackson was a man to make you laugh.
"Where are the others?"
"Mogumba is coming. He's all upset because he can't find his copy of Che. David'll be along and Ken's helping Ivan check supplies."
He bent over, put a joint between her lips, and lit it. It wasn't bad. She was kind of excited to see what effects the grass would produce in her.
"Any particular type of music you prefer?"
"What you're playing is fine."
"Good, I like it too."
Ken strode in. He was fair skinned for a black man, and had non-Negro features. His was the most unemotional face she'd ever seen. He never changed his expression.
David came in. He and Ken knew the routine of setting up the card game. David, it turned out, had been there last year. Connie was beginning to feel very much at home. They were delightful company. By the time Mogumba arrived, they were in high spirits and Connie kissed him as he put down his cane.
"Aw, come on, lady, let's play cards." That came from David, who was shuffling.
Connie was embarrassed she'd been so carried away with her drink and the joint she smoked all by herself that she kissed Mogumba, who, it turned out, had been born Harry Truman Jones, but no one seemed to notice so no harm was done, except that Andy kept chuckling to himself.
"What do you want to play?"
Ken wanted to play poker. David called for bridge. Andy said there were five players and how could they possibly play bridge? Mogumba suggested Hearts. Everyone looked at him as if he were simple-minded. Casino, Canasta, even Fish was suggested.
Eventually Andy stood up, pounded the table, and yelled. "Fuck every last one of you! We're playing Melbourne!" he said.
Since none of them knew what Melbourne was, they were not about to open their mouths and make fools of themselves. They all docilely agreed to Melbourne.
That meant Andy had to show them how to play it. Connie interpreted it as a cross between Bridge and Monopoly. Ken wanted to play for money. David refused a drink but smoked three joints all by himself. Mogumba indicated his displeasure at the choice by pontificating on the superiority of the BLACK brain which inevitably towered over the white brain by predicting that a black man would win. Since the odds were four to one, Connie raised her glass and said, "I'll drink to that!" Andy looked at David and they told themselves, "What the hell," and David continued to shuffle the cards.
By the time they all learned to play the game, it was 9:30 and by 10:30 they were bored with cards. Connie had had three joints and two Scotches and was feeling wonderful! Ken was stoic as ever and Andy gregarious. David began to smile a lot and Mogumba wasn't making any sense. He kept staring at Connie like he wanted to fuck her, and that made her uncomfortable.
"Let's play this round for really high stakes!" said Andy. Everyone wanted to know what they might be.
"Her!"
Connie looked into the face of each of her card-playing, fellow staff members. Ken was stern-faced but there was a smile under it. Andy sparkled with good will. Mogumba eyed her up and down as if she was something to be purchased. David did the same, but his eyes were softer.
"What the fuck do you shitheads mean?" she said.
"Aw, sit down, white bitch, and play your hand."
"I see you've already played yours! What is this?"
"I said sit your ass down and get in the game. Style, mama, that's what you need to be cool. Style. It's your turn."
Connie threw her cards on the table and stood up so fast her chair fell backward. Before she could open the door, Andy had set her chair up and had his hands on her wrist.
"Look, bitch, tonight I'm going to fuck you every way but loose. You got a choice. Play nice and relax and enjoy it, or get uppity and make it look like you're taken advantage of. It won't make any difference, you're still gonna get dicked. Now don't act shocked, I've seen how you eyed David. He's a young stud and turns you on, that's cool. So is Mogumba. That's cool too. Ken and I are older and maybe not to your taste, but we can't always have what we want. No one with your background is going to work for peanuts all summer unless she expects to get something out of it. I figure you're planning to corral a lot of kiddie cocks. I'm all for it. They're here for an education, but don't spread those white legs for every pimpled puberty-pusher and close them to me. Dig it? Now play your hand and do this civilized."
Andy released her and went back to his seat, with the key in his pocket.
"I will not!!"
David sat with his mouth open through the whole thing. Mogumba calmly smoked. Connie frantically pulled at the door. She was about to scream for help when Ken's hand closed over her mouth. He dragged her away from the door as Andy grabbed her ankles and the two black men dragged her, arms flaying, to the bed. David was on his feet but Mogumba remained in his seat, watching with detachment.
"What're you doing? You can't do that!" David shouted to Andy as he tried to pull Ken's sinewy arms off the frightened woman.
"This is rape. You fools could get sent up for this." Connie's head wasn't clear and she wasn't able to resist effectively. She counted on David to save her from these two maniacs. Ken held her arms and shoulders down and Andy let go of her legs.
"David, you're very young. Now learn something, you stupid punk. Connie, nobody wants to hurt you. I'm going to give you a choice. Have a good time with all of us, no one is going to make undue demands on you. You'll have all summer to do what you came up here to do. Put out a little with good will and you can spend the whole summer on your back, servicing every kid in the camp for all I care. If you don't give us the pieces of ass we want, you can pack up and leave now. I didn't hire you because I need an assistant nurse, for Christ sake, I hired you because the facts told me you were up to something and I liked the photo you sent. Let go of her, Ken. Decide, Connie. A little pussy for us and all the boycock you can handle all summer, or take off."
Ken stepped away and she lay on the bed. Andy ignored her and put the things which had been disturbed back in order. David went and stood in the corner, not looking at any one of them. Mogumba continued to grace the chair he was in and gave no indication of what he was thinking. Ken stood ready to grab her if he got the word from Andy.
She knew Andy had lain it on the line. Let these black guys fuck her or leave. She was scared and insulted and angry. Her head told her to get off the bed, ask to be let out and walk away without turning back and drive out of the place tonight. Then she thought of over three hundred young boys. Three hundred tender young bodies, smooth skins, untasted cocks, anxious to please. Would she get such an opportunity again? In the last month she'd been fucked a lot by a lot of different guys, what difference would four more cocks make? She could tell in the few days she'd been here that color didn't have anything to do with anything. People were, unfortunately, people. Damn it! She was furious that she was subject to someone else's will. She'd never been in that position with Tom, not with any man. She'd done all right for herself so far, she could get what she wanted without buying it by letting four guys fuck her.
Andy finished what he was doing and turned to her, waiting for her to answer. She got up off the bed, ran her hand through her hair and looked at Andy.
"Where do you want me?"
CHAPTER NINE
"That's my big titted beauty!" Andy gave her a bear hug.
The tension had been terrible for Connie, but she didn't realize how it had affected everybody till Andy threw his arms around her and Mogumba broke into a wide smile. David turned from the corner and Ken took off his pants. He was wearing really ugly boxer shorts and they looked stupid on him. Andy released her and poured some rum into a glass.
"That's fine, mama, just fine. Take some of this and let's drink to one helluva sexy summer."
He switched off the overhead light and the light from the lamp on the bureau was sufficient. Ken, in his shorts, was moving the card table against the wall. Mogumba got up and stood next to David. Connie realized for the first time how young they both were. They were simply two youngsters a little terrified of what was going on. This appealed to Connie and she was looking forward to making them feel good.
She smiled at them. David looked startled and, after a faltering try, managed to smile back. Mogumba was afraid to smile so he tried to look even more severe. Andy was beside her and held her in his arms.
"Come on, boys," he said without taking his eyes off Connie, "get your clothes off. This hot piece won't wait forever."
Andy kissed her full on the mouth. She'd never been kissed by a black man before. She didn't know what she thought it would feel like. She closed her eyes. He was a pretty good kisser! She relaxed and let herself go. He was right, this was the better way.
Andy began to unbutton her blouse. "Let's see those big tits, mama."
When the blouse was open and even before he began to unclasp her bra, he bent over and kissed each swelling breast reverently. Andy reached behind and unfastened it. He pulled it off and tossed it on the card table. He knelt down and surrounded his face with her big breasts.
David watched the whole procedure while stepping out of his pants. Connie looked around to see them all disrobing. David was well brought up, she imagined, because he folded his pants and hung them over the back of a chair. Mogumba threw his clothes aside without looking to see where they would land. His body was as tightly muscled and wiry as Ken's. When he removed his sunglasses, she decided he looked sexier with them on. His face was rather ordinary. He seemed proud of his cock though, it was long and slender and had a big knob on the end. It was pretty hard and he kept tugging on it with his hand. David was stalling.
She figured he was not well endowed and he was self-conscious about it. She smiled at him as Andy nuzzled and kissed her now-hardening breasts. She looked at Ken. His eyes were burning into her and they never changed expression. He was pulling his T-shirt over his head and, when it was off, both his hands went to the waistband of his shorts. They slid down over the hairless black skin and, when he straightened up, she gasped. It was mammoth! Not only did she see prodigious length but prodigious girth. She told herself it was a foot long. She was wrong by two inches. At one spot near the tip, she swore it was as big around as a beer bottle. She was right. It hung from him hard. It was so big it looked like it was weighing him down. It was a weapon. David saw it too and the young athlete became even more nervous.
"You like what you see?" Connie had forgotten all about the man caressing her breasts. He sat on the edge of the bed, turned her toward him and ran his hands up and down her slacks.
"Gather around, men, and let's show this lady we appreciate her good intentions." He kissed her cunt through the material of her clothes.
Ken, the experienced hand, stepped to her side and played with one breast, still with no change of expression. His other hand was rubbing her back. Andy worked the slacks down and she stepped out of them. Mogumba was on her other side and he slid his hand around her tummy, following the indentation of her navel with his black finger. Connie saw the dark hands all over her body and grew excited by the bizarre contrast. Young Mogumba didn't have the finesse the experienced Ken had, but the fire in him made his touch warm and exciting.
Andy began a slow removal of her panties. It was a ceremony, the way he removed them: slow, deliberate, savoring every moment. You could almost hear the drum roll as they inched downward. When her cunt was completely uncovered, he whipped them off her legs in a flash. Ken bent her backward, put both arms around her, and kissed her. His tongue did all the work. He had to bend her knees while Andy slid his face into her cunt. Mogumba and David were left standing there. Andy was through sampling her snatch and pulled away to take his clothes off. His sweater came off to reveal a hairless torso, with his protruding stomach looking large but not out of place. It was all in front; he wasn't fat all around. She had her hand on Ken's shoulder and was enjoying the way he worked his experienced mouth on hers. Andy was out of his clothing at last and stood on the bed showing his stumpy cock. Like the rest of him, it wasn't exceptionally attractive, but kind of cute. She thought the turn of his ass was pleasing to look at. Andy hopped off the bed while the other three continued to feel Connie all over. Her own hands traveled over their black bodies and for the first time in her life she felt the kinky black hairs of a Negro head. She thought it felt rather nice and the only reason she didn't continue to do it was because she was concerned it might make them feel self-conscious. David was already practically a basket case. She wanted to tell him to not worry, she wanted to experience him, but she didn't. Andy lit a joint and went around transferring it from mouth to mouth.
Mogumba had a couple of fingers in her cunt and David had gotten up enough courage to feel her breasts. Apparently he hadn't done that too often, because he didn't know much. Mogumba must have had quite a lot of experience, he found her clit right away and kept zooming back to it, whenever he felt like it. Ken was having fun with her hair and Connie took the two bulls on either side of her by their cocks. She had to find out what those big black cocks felt like. She had a nice grip on Mogumba's, but Ken's was too big to get her hand around. Her heart beat faster just realizing that she would have that stupendous thing in her cunt. It flashed to her mind that she would not be able to accommodate it, but she remembered biology class and the professor stating that anything a man could have, a woman could accommodate.
She slid her hand up and down the length of Mogumba's impressive prick and felt the bulb on the end. It was hard as a rock. His lips were nipping at her nipple and sucking just a little bit. David, from behind, pressed his body next to her naked white skin. He'd gotten the hang of the breast treatment and balanced one in his hand with ease, holding it like a grapefruit. Ken had sent his tongue all through her hair and her ear and was licking up and down the vein on her neck. It was raising her temperature more than Mogumba's talented fingers in her cunt.
They'd all had several drags on the joint and Andy couldn't hold the roach any longer. He dropped it in an ash tray and pulled an extra pillow out of nowhere.
"Now, mama, get ready for a gooooood time."
"I'm already having a good time."
"Yeah, but only on the outside. Cm here." He lay down on his back, indicating she was to sit on his erect penis. Ken gave her a hand. She mounted the bed and David let out an audible groan to see the full-breasted woman standing with her blonde hair falling to her shoulders, trying to balance herself, holding onto his strong black hand as he supported her. Concentrating on the smooth black body on the bed, she placed a foot on either side of his legs and squatted.
The blonde hairs surrounding her cunt were moving closer to his stubby black cock.
"Pull it apart with your fingers."
Ken patiently supported her back as she did as Andy bid. She placed her fingers in her gash and spread it and continued to lower herself onto the black man. She embedded his cock in her cunt, his black pubic hair mingling with her blonde ones.
"Now ride, mama, ride!"
Andy grabbed two handfuls of tit and fucked. Mogumba sprang onto the bed, standing facing her with his feet astride Andy's head. Connie worked her body back and forth, giving pleasure to herself and Andy. David's mouth was puckered and his lips were pressed out quite a way as he masturbated just to see the sight. Mogumba put his hands in Connie's hair and directed her mouth to the outstanding swelling on the end of his long cock.
She looked up at the young stud with the lean body and the hard cock and her blue eyes questioned him. Mogumba was not in the mood to be questioned. He roughly pulled her hair to move her mouth onto the organ. David could hear it slap against her cheek as Mogumba swung his body to bring his cock to her luscious lips. She opened her mouth and the powerful black cock entered.
Andy, looking up, could see the angle of entry, and pulled on her tits to bring her body forward so the line of the cock would coincide with her throat. When the alignment was right, Mogumba shoved his long hard prick down the blonde girl's throat. She was gagging and sputtering, but he held her head fast to the dark contours of his crotch.
"Breathe through your nose, bitch." It was instructions from Andy who was fucking into the cunt on top of him with broad strokes. Each thrust from the stocky black man bobbed her body up in the air. Mogumba held her face between his legs, pulling her hair back every now and then to allow her to breathe. Ken jumped up onto the bed in back of Connie and wound her golden hair around the massive dick that jutted out from his body. The blonde strands shone next to the deep brown of his dick shaft and she could feel the weight of it on her head. David was left alone, standing on the floor. He looked at the unbelievable scene on the bed. All four bodies gyrated wildly. The way her ass was sticking out from between Ken's veiny legs, the beautiful line of her back drew an "Ah!" from him. It reminded him of something an artist had said about the curved line. But the round pink flesh and the sturdy legs of the black men holding her like prison bars and the pumping of the dark man under her was a beauty too-he couldn't quite understand it. He was so trapped by the vision he didn't notice he was left out of it.
Mogumba looked at him and extended one hand. "Brother!" he said.
David was standing on the bed instantly. He had to hold the shoulders of Ken and Mogumba, who in turn held him by the shoulders and the three stunning black men formed a triangle of black bodies in a circle around the blonde female squatting her cunt onto the Negro man's sex organ.
David, in his excitement, had forgotten that his cock wasn't a freakish enlargement of a penis. His was small in comparison to theirs, small compared to average, and woefully small for the size of his body. He often thought all those jokes about black cocks being challenges to measurement left him cruelly by himself. That was why he'd never had sex. Now he was one with blood brothers who accepted him as an equal. Connie's hands welcomed the newcomer with light touches which were more embraces than holding on for balance. Her lips went back, sliding off Mogumba's lengthy cock. She opened her eyes and looked upward to see the silhouette of monumental cocks arching together as if she was on a boat under a drawbridge, watching it close. A certain warmth was coming for David, whose organ was not in the silhouette. The way he placed his feet on the bed, flat, without constantly shuffling, drew her to him rather than the others. And David, looking down at the prodigious organs resting on either end of her white face, saw her eyes drift to him and her hand come up and cup his balls.
Connie's other hand came up to point his cock to her lips and she closed them on it tenderly. A warm suction drew it into her mouth. He bent his muscular body forward. Her hands went behind him and gently rubbed his buttocks. At this his whole body relaxed and a dizziness came galloping to his head. He ejaculated into her mouth while his head almost flopped off his shoulders. He was so relaxed by the warmth of her mouth that neither Ken nor Mogumba realized he had climaxed. But Connie knew. She had such a feeling for his inexperience that she was happy to be part of a virgin experience of the handsome young man's. It wasn't till Ken began to tug on her hair that she realized they weren't alone. Her head went backward. Her eyes beheld the underside of the gigantic black cock.
Ken swung back and forth to enhance the act she was about to perform. His hand kept pulling her hair and head backward. He had to bend one knee to pull her hair low enough. When his crane swung over her mouth, Connie knew what he intended. He thought it was kind of her to go to the little one first, but he had a fixation about subjecting a white bitch to his cock. He could be satanic with it at times and this buxom woman with the inviting hips was going to feel all the twinges he could produce in her body.
His years in prison had given him more time than he needed to think about the flesh of white women. He was terrified of what he thought about, and now that one was within his grasp, he was going to indulge himself. And right now she was to suck his cock. Connie opened her mouth and hoped she could handle the log she was about to attempt to swallow.
"Yeah, big tits, take my battle-scarred big dick down your throat! Eat it, honey, let it fill you!"
Andy was raising his head off the bed to watch the black cock disappear down her throat, only it was so wide she couldn't get it down. It simply wouldn't move. Ken knew this because he was pushing it. She was actually trying to open her mouth like a python's, but she couldn't.
"Suck him off, white bitch. Take that motherfuckin' black dick down your ugly white throat and gag on it. Feel that black cousin gittin' you."
Connie tried, but it wouldn't move. David could tell she was trying and not turned off by the attempt, so he wanted to reassure her that, in spite of Mogumba's threats, she was safe. He didn't know how to convey this, so he dropped to his knees and held her torso gently and kissed her breast. Even with the kindness she was experiencing from David, she couldn't get her mouth open wide enough to swallow Ken's over-sized organ. Mogumba's cock was in his hand and it was being stimulated as fast as he could do it.
"Connie, if you don't take all of his cock down your throat tonight, I'll make it my personal business to see to it you don't get one baby boy's dick the whole fuckin' summer. That's a promise."
Connie could tell he meant it, as much as he meant if she didn't come across with them, she'd be thrown out. The cock she was trying to get into her mouth was too big. It was hard like a bone. It was physically impossible. Even a big cock would be hard to suck, but this one was out of the question.
"If I have to spend every minute of the day and night with you myself, I'll keep you from gettin' fucked."
Connie made another attempt. All the time her mind kept telling her nothing was worth it, the edges of her mouth hurt. Then she thought of Bruce. His heat, his fast strokes, his quick movements. And Rodney, his eagerness, Lyle's mother-sex-love passion and the hitchhiker's way of pulling the hairs on her pussy. These teenage delights flooded her mind. The thought of going three whole months without feeling any of them with a crowd of young boys all around her struck terror into her. He means it! I know he does! He's clever, he knows how to do this.
"L think maybe if I turn around."
David stepped back off the bed. Mogumba backed up and put one foot on the floor. Connie lifted herself off Andy's patient cock and turned around on her knees to stare into the opening in Ken's king-size dick.
CHAPTER TEN
"Swallow my cock, white whore."
Climbing up Ken's legs with her hands, the blonde beauty tossed her hair off her face and obediently "began to wet the head of his cock with her tongue. Hopefully this would help it slide.
"The sides too."
She did as he ordered. Her mouth settled on the tip. By opening it and moving forward, she was able to encircle the whole head. His hands went behind her ears and he slowly slid his dick between her lips-vein after vein disappeared. Two inches were taken, then three. Her mouth was full but he kept pressuring her tonsils and advanced into her throat. It cut off her breathing, but with hands full of ears and hair, he kept it going into her white face.
"My God, she's taking it!"
Connie's eyes were tearing and her entire throat was burning with the pressure of the gargantuan Negro cock. With great effort she was able to breathe through her nose. Ken twitched his cock and its momentary flexing shot a wave of pain through her body. His hand was petting her head but he wouldn't take it out. In fact, he began to gyrate his hips in that loose way only agile men can. It produced a sensation among the onlookers and consternation in Connie. His movements were torture to her throat. She could bear it, but what would he do next? She clasped his knees with her soft white hands and he began rocking his ass back and forth, pulling the brutish cock out just a little and sending it back in. After only a few strokes, Connie gagged. Ken took it almost all the way out. She swallowed. That rested her throat but also indicated to her how much stretching it had caused. Thank God that was over. It wasn't over, Ken immediately reinserted the broad black head of his deeply dimpled cock between her red lips.
"Just like you did before, swallow it, woman."
Much faster this time, the pendulous cock slipped over her lower lip and slid into her throat. Her neck looked strained to Mogumba, who watched with anticipation. David and Andy had their hands on their pricks because of the excitement the sight stirred in them. Ken forced his huge pecker fully into her mouth, held it and withdrew about six inches of it, then advanced again. Andy had both hands on her ass and was rubbing the pretty cheeks softly. With a sudden inspiration, David got on his back on the bed and put his head under Connie's cunt to look up at it.
A see-saw action went on above him and then the bed bounced as Mogumba climbed up on the mattress and knelt over David's head, his large balls bouncing like a steer's as he swung his body into position. He was feeling her cunt with his experienced fingers. David thought Mogumba had radar in his fingertips because he found the clit practically instantly and Connie flexed. Mogumba's knees moved as he jockeyed for a foothold on his knees to stick his long brown prick into her white flesh from behind. His cock followed his fingers and soon it began ebbing out of sight into her pale flesh. Her labia bent inward like fabric moved by the wind, but the big cock brought them back again and then billowed them inward. David reached up and hung on to her tits. The broad nipples were hard as push-buttons, and he worked his thumb and index fingers on them.
Connie felt so many things at once she didn't know how to react, and only hung on to the cock in her mouth and the one in her cunt. Her tits felt so good, being manipulated by two strong black hands. Mogumba's hands were anchored on her hips and he tugged them back toward his steel-hard cock, which felt wonderful sliding across her tender flesh. When he did this, Ken's cock exited somewhat from her mouth and he pulled her yellow hair to his shiny black skin to bring her back to him. Mogumba would then pull her back to him. Her body was tugged by the two black men while David sucked first one tit, then the other.
Suddenly a flash from a camera went off. Mogumba didn't even break stride. Ken held still and whatever it was didn't bother David at all.
"I just thought we'd all like a souvenir of the occasion," said Andy as he pulled the Polaroid film from the camera.
Immediately Ken was thrusting into her mouth again, but a bad angle kept him from going as deep as he wanted so he pulled the mind-boggling prick from her mouth and stepped off the bed. After examining the photograph, he turned to watch Mogumba fucking the blonde dog-fashion. His strokes were so powerful and deep that each one sent her head crashing down into David's chest. David cradled her head on his stomach and caressed her neck and shoulders. Mogumba hastened his strokes. Everyone could tell he was reaching a climax because he was very vocal in his breathing. Just when they thought he would shoot his cum, he placed an arm under Connie's legs and moved her so she knew he wanted her on her back.
David rolled off the bed so she would have room to lay down. Without removing his spear-like cock, Mogumba got her on her back and was berthed on top of her, their skins contrasting in the subdued light from the lamp. His strong legs flexed and his sinewy arms held his hard chest above her soft white tits. A growl was rising in his throat and his ass moved faster between her knees as his long cock went in and out. His mouth was on hers as the climax came, but still the deep guttural exclamation could be heard not only in the room but outside the tiny cabin, if anyone had been there to hear it. Connie quivered from the exciting fucking and when he finally removed his big penis from her pussy folds, she still felt the waves of warm pleasure flowing through her body.
Andy, shorter than the long-legged Mogumba, had been so heated by the athletic fucking he'd witnessed that he was ready to cum. With a powerful pulling of her knees, he brought Connie's legs off the side of the bed and turned her at right angles. Squatting down, he slipped his glowing cock in her and raised her legs so they rested on his solid shoulders. With his feet on the floor, he drove his black dick home. He was giving her long measured strokes, each one spaced far enough apart for her to savor its pleasures.
This time it was Connie who was making the noise. Moan after moan escaped her, each louder than the one before. Her hands embraced his neck. From his pleasant face she looked down to his cuddly belly, and each time he thrust forward, it rubbed her nipples. His hips increased their speed and his strokes got shorter but quicker. Connie felt nothing in her body but his fucking, and it continued to go faster.
David watched in awe to see the middle-aged man fuck so quickly. He thought if he did that, he would be exhausted. Andy was far from exhausted, as his energy was demonstrating. He broke stride only slightly as he pulled her ass off the bed and left it suspended between the mattress and the floor, hanging over the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and steered her with his hands on her hips as he rocked her from side to side and kept fucking straight into her. Connie's breath came with every stroke. The bed was rocking noisily and, with a mighty thrust, Andy planted his prick at the deepest point and froze. For a moment everything was still, then she felt the warm cum flow from his body to hers. His exhaling was quick and exhausted. Before he took his spent cock from her warm cunt, he gently slid her torso back onto the bed. She had no energy herself to move it.
Ken tapped David on the arm and indicated it was his turn. David was inexperienced and thought that since he had already reached a climax, he was through, but Ken was inviting him to climb on the woman and fuck her. He lay down beside her and she immediately put her arms around him and kissed him. He kissed her back and ran his hand along her side. She spread her legs. He was young and his flesh had the feel she liked.
David rolled over between her legs. She cradled his head in her arms and she kissed him on the neck and face. His cock eased into her so easily he didn't even think about it. Without willing it, their bodies were rocking together in a slow and satisfying copulation. Their lips were locked on one another's. Black and white hands moved over contrasting skins. He held her body close to his and, with gentle movements, fucked her. Andy was impressed with the affection they were showing each other. Mogumba, for all his talent and endowment, was jealous. Ken's eyes were glued to her hair and the pink nipple that occasionally showed in the fold of David's dark arm. David, again almost unnoticed, reached his climax. Andy realized this when he saw the muscles in his buttocks stay tensed for well over half a minute. Connie was planting quick kisses all over the teenager's face. David kissed her good-bye as he got off the bed.
Connie sat up and tried to straighten out her hair. This was all Ken needed. He knelt in back of her and took her hair in his hands. She responded like a mare being controlled by reins. Responding to his directions, her head slowly came back. He held her stretched neck back with the blonde tresses cascading down and burying his massive cock. His eyes weren't on her hair, they were fixed on the over-sized breasts which hung from her very feminine shoulders. His hands came up under her arms and clasped the fat breasts and raised them up in the air, bending over her face to plant his lips on her nipples. Clever lips wound back and forth over the hard buttons, then one hand reached down and his fingertips disappeared into the warm gash between her legs. His lips worked on her tits as his finger worked on her clit. His hands became wet with the secretions of her excited body.
Andy again picked up the camera and aimed it at the blonde girl totally enveloped by the black man.
"Hold it, Ken, I want to get a snap of you getting a white piece. Connie, move your arm, his cock doesn't show."
Connie didn't want her picture taken in this position or any other. She resisted but Ken, hardened by years of jail and disrespect, did, and he physically flopped her over so his blood-swollen erection hung in view against her neck. As Andy snapped the picture, she was aware of the immense weight of the heavy organ as it rested on her shoulder. Later, when she saw the photo, she realized his cock was as big as her upper arm.
"Lay down. I got to fuck you now."
His strong arms released her so she could stretch out on the well-used bed. Mogumba got down on his haunches so he could get a close look at what he was sure was going to be the most extraordinary fornication he'd ever witnessed. David, too, crouched down for the event. Andy, older and more experienced, had seen Ken fuck women. The two were whoring partners and had shared more than one woman before. He poured himself another drink and sat back to watch the fun from the comfort of an overstuffed chair.
Connie wanted to beg him to be gentle, but fear prevented her from speaking out. She truly thought it would hurt, she could still feel the pressure of his frightening cock in her throat. Now as she positioned herself on the mattress, Ken raised himself up on his knees and his equestrian cock hung down almost touching the sheet. He moved her knees apart. Her breasts rolled to either side of her body. A strand of blonde hair wrapped itself under her chin. His black hand reached down and removed it then trickled down her body to her cunt. The dark fingers worked their way between the lips. With a beckoning movement, he rubbed her clitoris.
"Ah, ah, AH!" Connie cried.
He moved his imbedded fingers faster. The warmth of her inner folds and the hard bud excited him and, while they looked at it, Ken and David and Andy saw the big black cock swell to new proportions. The head began to look like a small apple, the shaft expanded and became furrowed with veins of pulsating blood. At the base of the gigantic dick it was narrower and it drooped, too heavy to stand out straight. David was breathless and Mogumba couldn't believe his eyes. The older black slipped his fingers out of her warm cunt and took one leg in each hand. Inching his way toward her on his knees, he got into position with the weighty black prick poised above her pussy.
Connie made the mistake of glancing at it. The sight made her eyes open wider and she tensed up. "No, no. It's too big," she said.
Ken ignored her pleas. He bent forward. His cock touched her pubic hairs. He inclined slightly. The head edged aside each cuntlip. Her body quivered with terror.
"No, please, Ken. I won't be able TO TAKE-AHHHHH!"
He'd sunk his black cock all the way into her. His body was flat against hers. Connie couldn't talk or breathe. It was in her.
"Give me your pussy." Expert hips raised and lowered, driving the huge cock into her.
Connie's whole body rose and fell with his movements, the cock was so wide that it didn't slip in and out but pulled her body with it as he arched and lowered his tightly muscled body. After some minutes she found her voice but the protest she wanted to make didn't come out. She instead exhaled noisily, even her breathing was controlled by his strokes.
When he launched into her she exhaled, when he pulled back she inhaled. She'd never been so controlled by a man before. The moisture produced by her overheated cunt was melting never-before-used residues of lubricating secretions. Her cunt was actually damp and slippery. The big cock was slipping in and out of her quickly. Each advance and withdrawal was more easily seen by the two squatting teenagers who watched the divinely endowed older man fuck the woman. His cock was in full view each time he withdrew it. Her expanded cunt stayed ready to receive it again. As his flesh passed into hers, she clasped her pussy around it and tried to hold it within her, but his powerful movements took it away repeatedly only to return it with renewed passion.
Mogumba uttered a low moan of satisfaction as his cock unexpectedly jetted out another load of white cum inspired by the movements of the black man and the white woman before his eyes. It puddled on the floor between his young legs. Connie didn't even look at him, she was completely enveloped physically and spiritually by her fucker. She touched his body and arched her hips to enhance Ken's pleasure. With a stern face which only betrayed the excitement he felt by an involuntary twitch on either side of the mouth, he drove his cock home in her. Again and again the dark trunk imbedded itself.
The bed was squeaking, giving a musical accompaniment to their mutual pleasure. Connie's head thrashed from side to side and her fists clenched when they weren't hanging on to his body so she could be ridden by him just that much more. Connie was making noises but she couldn't help herself, they just came out. Her tits bounced and plumply plopped because of his thrusts. Her breath was going again, she was turning red in the face and her clit which was repeatedly massaged by the gigantic prick passing over it, was causing her orgasm after orgasm. It was one continuous cum. Ken growled. Connie wanted to do something more for him but she didn't have time. He was flat on top of her and his body contracted wildly. All his joints locked. As his copious cum hurriedly left his cock, he was frozen in one position on top of the woman he fucked.
"Atta boy, Ken, cum all up in 'er!"
Andy was out of the chair and offered Ken a towel. Connie rolled over on her side and let a long sigh ooze out of her. David began caressing her shoulder in a comforting way. Mogumba put his sunglasses back on and Ken sat on the edge of the bed waiting for enough blood to drain out of his cock so he could stand up, something he found very hard to do after fucking. Andy brought Connie a drink and gave her a robe.
After a great many hugs and kisses, David left, standing outside the door while Mogumba got up enough courage to kiss Connie on the cheek. He felt awkward doing that, he was more comfortable not showing emotion. Connie realized how emotional he was when he'd cum watching her get screwed. She was patient and let him do it at his own pace. That's why it felt so good to get the light peck on the cheek from him. Then he closed the door and he and David put their arms around each other's shoulders as they followed the flashlight beam up the hill to their cabin.
Ken said, "Thank you," and walked out.
Andy locked the door. Connie was too tired to care.
"You sleep here tonight, mama."
"There's not enough room on the bed."
"Yes, there is."
He straightened out the bedding and put the covers back on.
When Connie came out of the bathroom, Andy was in bed, naked. The room had been straightened up and looked not in the least like it had just hosted an orgy. Connie knew he wanted to fuck her again. Oh, God, she thought, I can't, I'm tired. But she didn't know that Andy was a good psychologist, a natural trait enhanced by years of working with children. The minute she sat down on the bed, he turned out the light. She lay down. Andy propped himself up on an elbow, kissed her, pulled the blankets to her chin and scooted under himself, turned on his side and slept.
Connie was asleep in three breaths and didn't stir a muscle all night.
The next morning Andy fucked her before breakfast.
"You're a good sport, Connie, and I'll see to it you. get all the time you want to enjoy yourself this summer."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The first contingent of the summer arrived with ten counselors from the sponsoring organizations. They were all young men, mostly college students. The boys themselves were noisier than Connie expected. City kids just were. They were also less well behaved than children she was used to, but it was a thrill to see them denuding bushes and low tree branches, yelling as they discovered an ant hill or a caterpillar. By the end of the first day, she'd treated fifteen cases of poison ivy.
As the days went by, she was surprised to discover that baseball, a game she detested, was the most popular activity. Its team nature, however, worked to her advantage. By the end of the week David came to her and said a rather attractive youngster of sixteen was just what she wanted, and the kid had confided in David that he'd like "to sink his dick in the blonde pussy."
David sent the youngster to her when the others went to the field for the afternoon games. She quickly changed into the lowest cut dress she had.
The boy came in. He said he'd been told to report for an examination because he'd had a bad sneezing attack that morning. Connie told him he needed some medicine she had in her cabin. She told the nurse she was going to the baseball game and left. The boy met her on the path to her cabin and, once inside, she dropped something, bent over slowly, and at the best angles for his viewing pleasure, put her hand on his leg to help herself back up. He reached down to help her up and she maneuvered it so he touched her breast.
She stood unusually close to him, made some comment about what a sturdy big boy he was, how alone they were and a few such overly-subtle hints, and the savvy kid had his hands on her. He wasn't too good at sex, but she enjoyed the smooth lines of his body and the quick way he moved. He was slow to cum and she liked that a lot. He asked if he could stop by again. She said she'd try to make time next Thursday afternoon.
That night she asked Andy what to do about repeat visits. Andy said it wasn't a good idea unless she couldn't help herself, and made some remark about killing the goose that laid the golden egg. He said he'd come by her cabin on some pretext on Thursday afternoon, be surprised to discover the kid there, and scare him so much he'd cool down. Andy figured the less routine her capers were, the better. Kids, he said, talked. Connie knew it was true. That's how she'd gotten in bed with Paco and Rodney. Then Andy told her to be at his cabin at 10:30 that night.
When she arrived one of the counselors was there. He was a black, unattractive of features, with a goatee. He was stockily built and had earned a reputation for being the best swimmer at the camp.
The three of them had a drink. Connie guessed what was up but Andy was playing it cool and alluded to nothing. Connie complimented the boy, Bob, on his swimming.
"You ought to see my breast stroke," he said with a twinkle.
Andy excused himself and went to the bathroom.
Connie put a record on the phonograph, the youth asked her if she would like to dance, and by the time Andy got out of the bath, Bob's hand had gone all over her body. Andy said he wanted to check the cabins. He took the flashlight off the bureau and went out the door. By the time he got back, Connie had been fucked twice.
Between groups, they had no rest period. One group left in the morning and another group arrived after lunch. It was this luncheon that was their only time to relax. Ken usually cooked it and he tried to make it something special. This time it just happened to fall on Connie's birthday. After the meal Ken brought in a birthday cake. It was Ivan's contribution. It was seven layers, shaped like a boy with the name of the camp on the figure's T-shirt. The frosting was five different colors and it was flavored with rum. Connie was surprised and touched. It was the first birthday cake she'd had since she left her family. This momentarily brought to mind the loss of Chris and she grew sad. Andy, perceptive as always, assumed it was because she was a year older and he promptly cut the cake. He took a sizeable chunk out of the crotch section of the figure and passed it to Connie. David and Mogumba laughed, and so did all the others. Connie caught Andy's wink and she too laughed. It was the best birthday she ever had.
The second attachment of summer campers were much younger, nine to thirteen. Connie found no one to seduce, and she grew quite grumpy. One night David and Mogumba took her for a canoe ride to a deserted island in the lake and fucked her till dawn.
Connie appreciated the efforts of the two young men of whom she'd grown quite fond, but she was beginning to think she'd made a bad bargain. Her thoughts were constantly filled with the images of the youngsters. One particularly attractive teenager she'd seen standing on a rock with the sunlight reflected off his hair, another smiling in the lunch line, a third coming out of the lake dripping wet.
All these images haunted her. Her obsession was growing. She wanted desperately to feel the smooth soft skin of a youngster. David and Mogumba were too sophisticated for her. It was the naivete of the hairless young guys that attracted her, their quick smiles, their honesty, their straightforwardness and their enthusiasm.
Energy was a big part of it, too.
The camp had a gymnasium, an open-air affair, with weights and parallel bars and rings under a wooden roof. Since most of the activities were group things, the gym was seldom used. One afternoon when she had nothing to do, she strolled past the gym building. She was wearing shorts and a shirt tied at the middle with a bit of bare stomach showing, a fashion popular with very young girls but not usually worn by women her age. Connie retained the pleasantly flat stomach of the younger girls. It was simple exercise that did it for her.
She was surprised to see someone in the gym. It was a scrawny kid she had noticed but not thought much about. He was straining under a barbell. The weight he was trying to lift was much too much for him and, as she watched, he struggled to raise the weight above his head. He got it to the height of his chest and manfully strained to raise it higher. Connie saw his face turn red and his knees buckle, his arms still strained to hoist the heavy bar and weights. As she stopped and stared, his whole body began to shake and his hair shook with the tension of his efforts. She wanted to tell him to stop, it was too much for him, but she was afraid it would hurt his ego. He obviously was there by himself because he was self-conscious about his puny size.
As she looked on he let out a sound which was half cry and half plea. The heavy bar with its weighty contents slipped down to his shoulder, causing him to crumble and fall to the ground with the barbell across his chest. Still Connie thought she shouldn't interfere, but when he was unable to remove the weight from his chest, she rushed forward. He was in a state of panic, squirming and struggling to get free of the pressure. She was instantly on her knees, trying to raise the heavy bar. She couldn't get it up. His eyes were terror struck and he couldn't breathe. Connie rolled the bar off his chest until he could breathe.
"Take it easy, it's off now."
She crawled the length of his body, rolling the bar down his legs. She turned around and, with her impressive boobs hanging in front of the child's face, felt his ribs to see if any were broken.
"Does that hurt?"
"No."
"How about here?"
"No."
"Good. It didn't crush any bones. How about your arms?"
He wiggled his fingers and moved his arms.
"Okay, just lie quiet."
She ran her hand over his head to see if it had been injured. His hair was soft as a baby's. His big eyes looked up at her with a great deal of trust and some fear.
"You're all right, you don't need to worry. But stay still and get your wind back."
"You won't tell anybody, will you?"
"That you were using the gym without an instructor, you know that's against the rules. If I hadn't been passing by you might have really injured yourself. You could still be under that barbell with your ribs crushed."
The lad winced at the thought of the weight on his chest.
"Can you sit up?"
He propped himself up on his arms.
"Good. Now just stay that way for a moment. You don't want to get to your feet too soon."
Out of affection more than anything else, Connie lifted a lock of hair off his eyes and smiled at him.
"That was a. very dangerous thing to do. I hope you learned a valuable lesson. Rules are there for a reason. What would your father and mother say if Mr. Jackson had to call them and tell them you were in the hospital because you disobeyed the rules?"
"My parents're traveling in Europe. That's why I'm here."
"The point I'm trying to make is that Mr. Jackson and all of us are responsible for your safety, but to keep you healthy, you have to cooperate."
"You won't tell on me, will you?"
"I'm afraid I have to. Look what happened."
"Will the other guys know?" His eyes were pleading in earnest. Connie couldn't understand why their knowledge of the event could be so important.
"Please, please don't let them find out. I won't do it again, honest, I won't. Promise. Never again."
"What's so important that you came up here by yourself and took the risk you did?"
"You won't tell?"
"If it's something Mr. Jackson should know about, I'll have to tell him."
"No, it isn't, honest. It hasn't got anything to do with anybody but me. If I tell you, will you promise to keep it a secret, please?"
"If I can, I will. What is it?"
He looked at the ground, thought for a minute, then looked at her. "See, the guys kid me 'cuz I'm so small. They tease me, you know? They aren't mean or anything. They don't beat me up, but they laugh at me. They do things like lift up their bunks and dare me to. It's too heavy for me and I get embarrassed. They laugh and I feel bad, so I thought if I came up here and built up some muscles, they wouldn't laugh at me any more."
"Is what they think or say so important to you? Can't you just laugh it off? You know at your age-how old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Well, at fifteen you're likely to grow quite a few more inches in the next couple of years. Remember the talk Mr. Grey gave on growth? Some boys grow early, some later. You're in the age when that's happening. You'll probably grow six inches in one year and put on all kinds of weight and be a big strong man. Are you healthy?"
"I don't get sick very much. Last winter I only had one cold."
"See? You have a very good constitution. A lot of big boys, even men, don't have that. You're very lucky. Don't try to rush your growing too much, you'll come along."
"But all my classmates are bigger than I am. They nicknamed me the 'runt.' " He cast his eyes down again, embarrassed.
Connie put her hand under his chin and raised his face. "Repeat after me: I'm going to grow up strong and healthy."
"I'm going to grow up strong and healthy."
"That's the boy. Why, I bet you're growing already. Do you have any hair under your arms?"
His face broke into a smile. "Just this summer I've been getting some."
"See! You're just about to turn into a giant. You'll be shaving soon. Do you have hair any place else?"
She thought maybe that was a little too forward, but the phrase was out before she could check it. His face turned red.
Sheepishly he answered in a weak voice, "A little."
"Well, what more evidence do you need? Your voice'll change, you'll shoot up like a weed, the girls will be mad for you and all the boys will envy you."
He smiled at that.
She pressed her advantage. "And I'm sure you'll be the sexiest young man in your school. The girls will fall at your feet. You know, girls like boys who're sturdy and strong and very gentle. Do you think you're gentle with girls?"
"I don't know, I never go on dates."
"Oh, but you must. It's very important to your development. You've never been on one?"
"No."
"Do you want to go on one?"
"Sure."
"What would you do if you were on one? Where would you go, do you suppose?"
"Wherever she wanted to, I guess."
"That's very considerate. What would you say?"
"I don't know."
"Why are you so unsure?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I ... I'm bashful."
"There's no need to be bashful."
"But I can't talk to girls, I get all flustered."
"You're talking to me."
"That's different, you're a grown-up."
"Yes, but I'm a female. Grown-up females like the same things girls your age do. We like to go out and have fun too."
"But grown-up ladies wouldn't want to go out with kids."
Connie smiled to herself. "That would depend on the kid. Let's pretend you're on a date with me, right here. You called for me at my cabin. Where would you like to go?"
He thought it was a game, so he found it easy to do. "I'd like to show you the cliff. It's beautiful, You can't see a house or a road or anything, just miles and miles of trees and the lake."
"Well, I'd like that very much."
"You would?" he said as his eyes lit up.
"You've asked me for a date and I've accepted, and now you have to take me on it. Shall we go?"
He grinned ear to ear and bounced to his feet. For the first time Connie saw the muscles in his legs. He had very good carriage and was quite nice looking. He offered her his hand to help her up. She was surprised how strong he was. When she was on her feet she discovered his face was at the same level as her breasts. The shirt she was wearing tied at the waist was more like a halter than a shirt, and much of her flesh was exposed. Her midriff heaved with her breathing and the young boy fixed his eyes on it. Her breasts were moving with her breathing and he shifted his eyes to see her full tits move.
"Shall we go?"
He mockingly offered her his arm and bowed. "M'lady."
As she took his arm, she looked down at him and asked, "What's the name of my gallant-escort?"
"Bruce."
The irony of it exploded in Connie's mind. So his name was Bruce, too. She remembered the night she spent in the Holiday Inn with the handsome young man from the school. Would this experience turn into a three-fuck night?
Connie and the little boy walked hand in hand up the mountain and through the trees. The path was a well-used one, every group of summer campers went up to the cliff for the view and one of the counselors told the history of the local Indians when they got there. It was a highlight of the summer. She'd been here twice already, but this time she was not with the whole camp, just Bruce. As they walked along, Connie got more and more determined to seduce the youngster. He was healthy, attractive, young and in a state to be disposed to her seduction. She made up her mind to fuck him.
When they reached the cliff it was even more beautiful than she remembered it. The clouds drifted by so close it seemed one could touch them. The breeze was soft and warm. Her bare legs were not the least bit cold. After gazing at the panorama for several minutes, they sat down and talked. During their conversation Connie got on to the subject of sex and made the boy tell her his ideas on the subject. It turns out he didn't have any but he was anxious to learn. She began to show him how to kiss a girl. She showed him how to put his arms around a girl. By getting him to sit down on the soft grass away from the edge and recline, she showed him how to embrace a girl. Her next instruction was how to maneuver his hands into her shirt and cup her breasts.
At the first touch of his young hand, she was electrified by the feel. All the heat and excitement and drive of young men were embodied in his hand on her tit. She untied her blouse and gave him free rein with her beauties. His fingers covered every part and his lips did the same. She wantonly spread her legs and begged the excited youngster to take her shorts off her hips. He was reluctant but she encouraged him with a promise of the delights she'd show him. Her pussy was so hot she couldn't think clearly. He was giving her the equivalent of an erection.
His young hands tugged the shorts off her wide hips and down her smooth legs. She'd taken to not wearing panties so she could excite the boys more. She was shameless, she knew, but her head was so fixed on being fucked by them she couldn't help herself. These boys were like being in heaven to her. Each night she tossed and turned. One night she walked alone without a flashlight in the insane hope she would meet one on the trail. She didn't, and that night out of desperation, she'd gone to Andy's cabin in hopes he'd substitute for one of the children. She could hear him snoring as she approached and she knew it was no use, so she'd fingered herself all night long. It wasn't the first night of the summer she'd done that.
She asked Bruce if she could undress him. He was reluctant. Connie began to lose patience. He was reluctant about everything. She insisted. He didn't know what to do, so he obeyed. When he was naked she invited him down on top of her. His body was smooth and hairless, just the way she liked them. His dick was a wee thing, but she knew in a matter of months it would grow. She thought this experience will probably make it grow overnight and he'd have her to thank.
As she began to explain where to put his fingers and how to move them, what to look and feel for, the adolescent grew more relaxed. His organ hardened and became as stiff as only a really young man's cock can. He lost his inhibitions and became eager for more of her flesh and more knowledge. By the time he'd eaten her clit with his young lips, she was the one who was reluctant, he was going much too fast. He was anxious to insert his dick. She tried to restrain him, he'd have none of it for he'd realized she was out to get what she wanted and it had suddenly become what he wanted too. In fact his mounting heat made him want it more than she did. He was determined and pinned her shoulders.
"No, no, Bruce, you're going too fast."
"You want it, I know you do. And now I get to give it to you. I bet you only came to this camp to get fucked. I bet that's it."
She was angry with the little brat for seeing through her, not allowing herself to think she'd made it blatantly clear to him he was correct.
"Come on, whore, get fucked!"
She was astonished at his remark, but instead of getting angry she opened her legs to the young boy and let him put his dick in her. He moved tentatively, then with more authority and finally was wiggling on her in an exciting fashion. "Am I doing it right?"
"Move back and forward."
"Like this?"
"Great."
For the next several minutes, the young boy gave her his cherry.
When it was over, she stretched and congratulated him. Rather abruptly he suggested he do it again. She quickly got to her feet and dressed. She talked about something else. He put his arms around her. She pushed them off. He clasped her harder. She stamped on his foot and pushed him away. With angry words, he began calling her names that were perfectly true, if obscene.
When he again called her a whore, her own guilt motivated her to slap him. They locked arms and bodies. They tussled. She gave him a mighty shove and sent him flat on his back. In doing so she moved backward, lost her footing, and landed on the ground. She was a little dazed and put her hand to her head as she got to her feet. The quick movements, the effect of his strenuous youthful fucking and the altitude as she rose to her feet, not seeing too clearly, and took a few stunned steps in the wrong direction and placed her weight on a piece of rock. The rock shifted, throwing her off balance, and she had to quickly move her legs to keep from falling. Bruce watched her teetering with growing fear. His hand went to his open mouth as she planted her foot firmly on an outcropping of the cliff which was not sturdy enough to support the sudden thrust and crumbled under her. She lost her balance and fell on still more insecure cliff edge. The rocks cracked and crumbled. Her weight was not supported and her body disappeared from his view, over the cliff.
Bruce stood transfixed. He began to shake. My God! She fell over!
When an idea formed in his head, he ran to the camp. He went straight to Andy's office. He was breathless and Andy gave him a shot of brandy to calm him down. He told the truth, leaving out the fact that they had been fucking. Andy's mind was working a mile a minute. The psychological effect of the events on the young boy, the publicity, the legal ramifications, the possibility of even other clandestine encounters coming out. The publicity of the Watergate ramifications weren't lost on him and he knew he had to do something to quiet it all down, but the immediate thing was to take care of the boy. He questioned him sternly.
"You're out of breath but you look like you've been having sex. Have you been fucking with her?"
Bruce was too scared to lie.
"Yes. We did. She wanted me to do it again but I didn't want to and we pushed each other. She fell and when she got up, she twisted her ankle and anded near the edge. The rock crumbled and she went over." He burst into tears.
"All right, all right, man. Get hold of yourself. You're doing fine. Take me to the place."
All the way up the mountain, Andy was trying to think of what to do. First of all we must make sure there was no evidence of the boy being there. When they got to the site there was no evidence of anybody, except dozens of boys trampling the grass week after week. The boy wouldn't go near the edge. Andy peered over. Where she landed was not visible. Just as well. He then questioned Bruce extensively about what she was wearing and what he had on. He said he had nothing, not even a button missing.
They went back to camp. Andy cautioned him to keep quiet. Bruce didn't need to be cautioned. He was scared. To relieve him from possible prying by the other boys, Andy put him in the infirmary for observation for his straining in the gym, then he called the state police to notify them one of his staff was missing.
Andy had a long talk with Bruce. He appealed to the boy's sense of honor to keep quiet.
"She had a family. How would they feel knowing she is not only dead, but died trying to seduce you? It would make them more than sad. The kindest thing we can do for her is to keep quiet. I think you're man enough to do that."
The psychology worked.
The police arrived and questioned the staff. Everyone answered honestly that the last time they'd seen Connie was at lunch. After examining her car, the police began talking of dragging the lake. Andy said no boats were missing. The police were persuaded to stay for dinner and speak to the campers about safety in the woods. The boys didn't think too much about Connie's not being at dinner. Right after dinner Andy joined Bruce in the infirmary and informed him of the non-developments. Both of them felt better.
At midnight the police said they'd better organize a search party. Helicopters were used, blood hounds, forest rangers, and all the resources the remote county could muster.
At noon the next day, Connie was spotted on an outcropping of rock partway down the cliff. A rescue team was lowered with a wire basket-like stretcher. They strapped Connie in it and lowered her all the way down the cliff where it was easier to get a Jeep in and took her to the local hospital, suffering a broken arm, lacerations, concussion, exposure and shock. She said she'd gone to the cliff alone, the rock gave way beneath her and she fell over but was luckily saved by the outcropping. No mention was made of Bruce.
Andy and Connie agreed there was no point in returning to Dowango; the summer was almost over. She flew home and Mogumba drove her car back when the camp closed for the summer.
He arrived with the car while the cleaner's delivery boy was fucking her in the bedroom. Her arm was still in a cast. Mogumba let her talk him into staying overnight. When he put his hand inside her robe and played with her nipple, the Greek boy's eyes popped open. Seeing the black hand on her white flesh raised his temperature and his cock. The three of them had a ball.
Connie took up charity work with boys' clubs, craft centers, athletic associations, vocational-training projects, and anything else that would put her in contact with young men. Within two years she was regularly accommodating all the boycock in her world.
