In many of the North American Indian cultures, mothers nursed their young until they were far into puberty. It was an accepted thing for a Sioux mother to bare her breasts to a child of twelve or thirteen. Sociologists believe that part of this was due to the purity and ready availability of mother's milk, but they also feel that it nurtured a feeling of closeness between mother and child. Many primitive tribes on South America still adhere to the custom, despite the inroads of sex taboos imposed by the twentieth century moralists-mainly missionaries who seek to convert tribes to Christianity.
The data on Indian tribes is particularly interesting to sexologists who are now uncovering many other reasons for this continuing practice. Dr. Harold E. Smythe, of Danton Clinic in Detroit, Michigan offers the theory that late-puberty suckling is a sexual bond between mother and child. Most babies today are weaned quickly to the bottle-if indeed they are breast fed at all. As a result, the suckling instinct is suppressed, and the child may develop other habits to supplant it. (i.e. thumb sucking, nail biting, etc.) This has long been known although the true cause not always set forth. Dr. Smythe has also discovered through thousands of interviews with women who admit to sexual frustrations, that the loss of child suckling in early motherhood often leaves the woman with a deep desire for the sexual closeness of young children. More than three thousand women interviewed admitted that they entertained thoughts of sexual activity with young boys-mostly of pre-adolescent age. The prospect of sucking young penises was enough to make most women begin lubricating; several women actually achieved orgasm in the laboratory if conversation dwelled on pedophilia and when photographs of women with young boys were shown.
Since there cannot be an effective return to the mother-child stage at which the child sucks at its mother's breasts, Dr. Smythe proposes a wider acceptance of sexual interplay and actual intercourse between middle-aged women and young boys. He suggests that controlled situations be used whenever possible-even incestuous relationships not being frowned upon. Since the pre-adolescent cannot produce sperm, there is no danger of pregnancy for the woman; the boy can become a source of pleasure as well as a therapeutic tool. Dr.
Smythe concludes that sexual pleasure can be derived with considerable ease once the bans of taboo have been broken. He says there would be far less suicide, heart trouble, high blood pressure and nervous disorders if modern Americans would return to some of the sexual practices of the early people of this land.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Harriet Cash opened the door of the hotel suite and smiled at the young boy who had brought the tray of ice and liquor she had ordered. His answering smile was professional and polished.
"Room service, ma'am." He entered the room as she stepped back and swung the door wide.
She watched him with hungry eyes. He was about sixteen, no older. She had chosen the Bay Inn particularly, because it was a new hotel and had not yet established a steady, reliable staff. Some friends of hers had recently returned from Hawaii and complained bitterly about the erratic service at the Bay Inn because most of the work was being handled by youngsters from the small village nearby. The larger, better-known hotels in Waikiki attracted young people from Honolulu and almost every other town on the island. The new Bay Inn Hotel on the west shore of the island of Oahu was too far removed from the glitter and excitement of Honolulu to attract youth for anything more than an afternoon of surfing. And so the hotel had a rough staff, several years younger on the average than most.
That was one of the main reasons Harriet had chosen it.
She smiled now as the little boy set the tray on the low table near the window and turned to her. His brown, wide face showed off perfect white teeth and his dark eyes glittered brightly. Harriet's breath caught in her chest. He was a good-looking boy ... very nice.
"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" he asked softly. His speech bore the muted accent of the island natives.
Harriet fluttered a hand to her dyed blonde hair and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "This is my first trip to the islands," she said. A lie, but the boy would never know the difference. "I was wondering if ... well, that is, I would like to hire someone to show me around, you know,, a guide."
The boy stared for several moments, the smile fixed on his face. "In the city-"
She shook her head quickly. "No, I want someone from here." She moved toward the door and closed it almost absently. When she turned to look at him again, the expression on his face had altered and his eyes were veiled. Not such an innocent, then after all. She saw his quick appraising glance slide over her. She did not take her eyes off him. She wanted him. It was that simple-and that complicated.
Long ago, Harriet had come to terms with herself, with her needs and her desires. She no longer lied to herself about her craving for young male flesh. She was forty-six, a widow who had been left with the means to enjoy life when her husband had died of a stroke three years ago. Douglas Cash had been, at best in his youth, an uninspired lover. He had never aroused the passion Harriet knew she was capable of and he had never quenched even the small fires he kindled in her belly. The twenty-year marriage had disintegrated into one of convenience. She kept his home, entertained his friends, said the right things to his business associates and contacts. And at night she longed for the excitement of sex fulfilled.
Harriet had few illusions about herself. At forty-six, she was twenty-five pounds overweight, sagging in the rear and the breasts when she took off the tight corset. Her face was -lined and too plump, her hair dyed to a brassy color to hide the ever-increasing gray. And the men she met home in Los Angeles were middle aged and dull. She was sick to death of a middle-aged dull existence. She wanted fire and passion. And young men could give it to her. For a price.
The boy was still staring at her. She moved closer to him and let her arm brush his as she reached for the glass on the tray. She tipped it clumsily, sending it rattling against the wooden edge of the tray.
"Oooh!"
"Let me help you," he said quickly. He reached for another glass and lifted the top of the ice bucket. Using the tongs, he dropped several cubes into the tall glass, then poured some whiskey from the bottle he uncapped. He looked at her questioningly.
"Just a tiny bit of soda," she said.
He poured it and handed her the glass. She let her fingers linger a moment over his and he didn't pull away.
"Do you know the island well," she said.
He nodded slowly. "I have lived here all my life."
"I see....Would you be able to show me around?"
He hesitated. "I have to work-"
She looked away and sipped the drink. Let him think about it. Maybe she was moving too fast; she knew nothing about him-except that he was very young and hard-muscled. When she brought her gaze back to him, there was a small smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Perhaps when I am off work-" There was a slight question in his tone. He was trying to figure if it would be worth his while, and maybe what she expected of him.
She let her eyes move down his firm, lean body. He was magnificent, even hidden under the brightly patterned shirt and the tight white pants. Her gaze paused at the tight bulge of his crotch. Magnificent! She felt the familiar heat in her belly and the slow surge of warm dampness between her legs. He stood unmoving under her glance. He knew-and he wasn't objecting! Her breath escaped in a low sigh and she quickly finished half of the liquor in the glass. It burned a long path to her belly and mingled with the heat already there.
"What time do you get off work?" she asked breathlessly.
"Six o'clock tonight."
That was more than two hours away. She didn't want to wait that long! She wanted him now. She let her eyes tell him so. Again, she saw the hesitation in them, then the knowing that she would win. He smiled.
She finished the whiskey and soda in a gulp and put the glass down. She came close to him, hands touching his flesh below the short-sleeved shirt caressingly. She felt his muscles tighten but he said nothing. She stared down the front of his body but the loose shirt hid the important crown she wanted to see. Her hands moved along him, fingers probing through the thin cloth, working at his flesh as she bent to kneel before him. He was motionless as she slid her palms over his narrow hips and around to the front of his pants. She cupped her own warmth over his crotch, squeezing ever so gently and kneading at the soft flesh of his budding manhood. For several moments there was no response, then she felt the faint stirring of his male need as he came alive under her touch.
Her breath was heavy and rasping now, and her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his fly. He made no move to help her-or to stop her. She finally got the zipper down and the snap opened. The pants hung on his hips like an open invitation. He wore no underwear beneath them, and his brown flesh was vivid against the white cloth. She pushed the shirt aside, tugged the pants down over the burgeoning organ. His penis was trapped inside the cloth, struggling with his need. She released it quickly.
Harriet felt the hot flow of her own juices as she saw the size of the lovely tool. In the cock department he was full-grown, a man in every way. Dark tendrils of hair framed the base of the stiffening sex organ. The rosy tip of the cock was shiny and already growing damp. She took it in her fist and began to massage it gently.
Still the young boy did not move. Harriet's fist covered the shaft, pulling back the thick mass of foreskin to expose the throbbing head. The slit oozed moisture, and saliva flooded Harriet's mouth. Her lips parted and she moved her head close enough to taste the wonderful column of love.
The first flavor of pre-seminal fluid excited her and made her shiver. Her lips covered the head ... then quickly took the shaft deep into her throat. Moments later she was rocking back and forth, still on her knees on the floor in front of him, shoving his hard cock into her mouth and letting it push hard against the back of her throat. His pants had fallen about his knees now, and she cupped her hands on his bare ass, pulling him toward her with spasms of joy. The prick dug deep into her oral tunnel of love. She could feel the skin slide back and forth as the column stiffened to full erection and begged for relief.
"Jeez-" He half moaned the word as he grabbed her head, hands along side her ears, and pounded her against his body. Harriet tried to struggle free of his grasp but she could not, and she did not want to release the heavy, pulsating pile driver she had captured. Dribbles of his pre-seminal fluid were lathering her tongue, and tiny rivulets of his fluids and her own saliva ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped into his thatch of hair. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to feel the hot heavy tool inside her cunt, but she could not let go. She was wild and starved for the taste of cum in her mouth. Her thighs were damp with her need, and her underpants were soaked through. Yet she could not stop. If he was good-good enough-she would orgasm when he shot his load into her licking, lapping mouth.
Oh, God! She shuddered as she felt the heaving strain and he jerked her head hard against his warm crotch. Her face was buried in his pubic hair and the warm damp flesh of his lower belly. Her chin slapped against the soft-skinned, hard-cored balls below the thick cock. Her fingers dug into the crack of his ass.
He came. It was hard and heavy, a thick sludge of boiling, oily cum that choked her and cut off her breath. She fought the momentary nausea and swallowed quickly. The salty brimming load slid down her throat like thick mucous. It lay heavily in her stomach as the spasm shook her and she tried to attain her own orgasm but failed. She sucked hard at him, demanding and taking everything he had.
The boy was hunched forward, drained of his load of cum and weak with the released passion. His fingers were tangled in her short hair and he didn't realize how he was tugging at it until he realized the whimpering now was from pain instead of her lust. He gasped and looked down at her. She was still sucking his tool with hungry lunges, trying to take more than he had to give. His body was dripping with sweat, and he could feel her hot breath across his damp flesh. Everything had happened so quickly, he had not yet assimilated it. God, if he was caught Finally she slowed and he let go of her hair and tried to back away. Her mouth held him, letting him slide out very slowly. He watched her red lips curved around his cock so lovingly. He had never had anyone do him quite this way. Some of the chicks he dated sucked him off from time to time, but not like this. This woman actually liked it-she was eager and hungry for his cum to spurt into her mouth, and she drank it up like she'd been on a hot desert for a hell of a long time. She wanted someone to show her around, she said ... yeah, man, what she wanted was a lot of hot prick!
Harriet felt the slimy wet boyfuck tool slide from her mouth. She opened her eyes slowly and watched the emptied organ slap against the little boy's balls. It was going limp, drained now of the promise and heat it had held. She licked her lips, savoring the last traces of his cum as she caught them on her tongue. She let go of his ass and sank back on her heels with a sigh.
God, he'd been good, but she was a long way from satisfied. She jumped as he reached down to help her up. She stood and looked at him while he refastened his pants and straightened his shirt. He had still not said anything other than a few early remarks. She licked her lips again.
"Will you come back when you finish working?" she said.
His dark eyes brooded. Then he nodded. "If that's what you want."
She nodded quickly and went to the bed for her purse. She opened her wallet and extracted a five-dollar bill, folded it and pushed it into his hand. "I want it."
He looked at her, then at the bill. He shoved the money into his pocket and patted it. "Six o'clock. Here?"
She nodded again, and her tongue traveled the familiar path over her lips. "It's a long time. You know I didn't cum."
He said nothing. Christ, what the hell did she expect him to say-or do?
"I-" Harriet faltered. It was so damned hard to ask for what she wanted-to come right out and put it in words like this.
He didn't help matters staring at her that way. She said, "I don't want to wait. I need someone now. Can you get me a boy?" There, it was out.
He looked at her and frowned. "Someone else?"
"Yes, I can't wait two hours. My God-I'm going crazy!" Her belly was an aching pit of fire.
"I don't know-" He'd never encountered anything like this before. He'd heard stories about guys in some of the big hotels in Waikiki, but jeez, right here and she was asking him!
"Please, I'll make it worth your while."
"Maybe one of the other bellhops-"
She shook her head. "No, isn't there someone ... younger?"
"Younger? What do you mean?" He was beginning to think maybe he knew what she meant. This was no ordinary hot-pants rich tourist!
"Young, a young boy. Do you have a brother? Surely there must be plenty of small boys in the village...." She looked away and felt her face warm under his stare.
The room seemed very quiet for a long time. Only the sound of her heavy breathing disturbed the silence. She waited. Finally he said, "Maybe...."
She smiled. "Yes, do it ... for me. Don't worry, I won't hurt him, I swear. And it'll help me wait until you come back at six. I need you, be ready."
He nodded and turned toward the door. "I'll be back." He put his hand to the knob, very conscious of the bill in his pocket. If she paid five dollars just to suck him off, what would she give for a real romp? And what would she pay for someone he procured for her? He almost laughed at the thought of all that money. All his doubts about making enough working at this out-of-the-way hotel vanished in an instant. He'd make a fortune if many of the guests were like this old doll.
He started out and stopped when she ran to him and grabbed his arm. "What's your name?" she asked.
He grinned. "Mike," he said. She smiled and closed the door behind him as he left.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Halua had the feeling everyone knew where he had been and what he had done. He hurried back to the kitchen and quickly picked up another order the room service chef had ready. All the time he was taking it up, Mike thought about the woman in room 1133. Christ, what a surprise she had been! When he took the job as bellhop-busboy in the new Bay Inn Hotel, he had figured he would stick it out long enough for a couple of paychecks, then head for Honolulu. He hated the tiny village in which he'd been born, hated the dull existence he'd led-until now. There had been that trouble in town, and the threat of a jail sentence for him if he didn't buckle down and find a way to fill his time. He had stolen a car, driven it all over hell and gone before he was caught. And then old man Carmody had said okay-he'd go along with the police and not press charges about the car. Mike had never been in trouble before, and if he didn't let it happen again, the whole matter would drop there. Sort of probation. The conditions were that Mike was to get a job and behave himself. The new hotel in Kali was looking for people; it had been easy to get a job. And it wasn't bad, even before the old doll in 1133. Mike didn't mind the split shift hours, and he liked being around rich people. The people who came to the Bay Inn were plenty damned rich. Mike watched, and listened. Maybe some of their smarts would rub off on him and he would discover the secret of making enough dough to blow this stinking town forever-to never return to the hovel he'd always known as home or the slut, drinking mother who didn't give a damn if he came home or not. At fifteen, Mike looked older, and he was a lot wiser than his years. Hadn't he watched his old lady fuck everything that came in sight? His earliest memory was of waking up in the middle of the night because of the strange noises that were coming from the other room of the tiny house. He'd rubbed his child eyes and staggered to the doorway. His mother and a man he'd never seen before were screwing on the big wide bed. He could still remember his mother's big tits flopping back and forth as she rode the hell out of the guy, sitting astride him like a jockey on a horse, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.
"Oh, baby, yeah, fuck me hard-" The guy was going out of his skull with lust and desire. He tried to grab for the big bobbing boobs, but the woman was jumping around too much, and the guy couldn't concentrate on anything but the explosion that was building in his guts. "Holy shit-I'm cuummmmiiinnnggg!!!" The guy grabbed her hips, raised his own and shafted his cock as far into her as he could shove it. The woman's eyes were almost closed, only a small circle of white showed under the dark lashes.
She was grunting and heaving for breath. "Yeeesss, give it to meeeee!! Pour that hot load up my cuuunnnttt!! Yeeeeessssss!!!" She was wild on him, pounding her hips and snapping her head back and forth as though his cock were pulling at it from somewhere deep inside her. Her ass bumped and bounced on his belly and thighs. His hands clawed at her ass, grabbed at her tits.
The man groaned loudly, oblivious to everything but the hot load he was exploding into the big ready and waiting cunt. "Here it is! Aaalllll offf iiittt!!" He shoved and heaved and clawed for frantic minutes until he fell back with exhaustion.
Even then Mike's mother did not stop. She slammed hard against the dark naked flesh, impaling her snatch on the stiff column of hot male flesh. She came, screaming out her joy, then gasping for breath and exciting herself again and forcing another orgasm. It was a long time before she flopped forward and fell across the naked man. She said no more, only struggled to breath after the violence of her lust.
The child stood in the doorway rooted by fear and wonder. Somewhere in his subconscious, he had known that men and women came together in this fashion, like the animals he'd seen. But he had never seen it before, and he had had no idea of the obvious joy it apparently brought. Now he was fascinated by his mother's naked body and he wished she would sit up again so he could see those pendulous tits once more. Had he, as a baby, suckled there? The idea excited him, and he felt a strange warmth between his legs. For a moment he thought he had peed on himself, but when he looked down he saw something quite strange. His tiny penis was struggling to come up from the hairless bed of soft flesh between his legs. It jerked, spanged slightly, fell again. He had never experienced the tingling sensation he felt now. And somehow, despite his tender years, he knew it was because he had watched his mother and the man fuck. The word sprang to his lips, sure and knowing. Fuck was no longer a street word, something he and the other kids snickered behind adult backs. Now he knew what fucking was-he had seen it. And his body felt the first male stirrings of need, a need to be fucked.
He had no semen, no maturity to accomplish what the man on the bed had done. But there was something, something very strong and powerful surging inside him that wanted release. He put his hand down to grasp the struggling sex organ, and in moments he found himself jacking at it. It felt good but the pressure would not let up.
The couple on the bed rolled and turned. The man saw Mike in the doorway and uttered a curse, pushing at the woman and heaving himself from the bed.
"You didn't tell me 'bout no fuckin' kid!" He stumbled for his clothes and pulled them on, still eyeing the kid and the woman. Frightened, Mike let go of his prick and stared at the big man. The man paid no attention, and as soon as he was dressed, pushed past into the hall and out of the house. Mike was sure his mother would be angry, yell at him, maybe even beat him. When she had been drinking, there was no telling what she might do.
To his surprise, she simply stared. Her eyes moved up and down his small, slim body, lingering a moment at the jerking cock over which he had no control now. Mike shivered, and the sex organ sprang up again.
His mother laughed softly and called to him. "Come here, baby." Her voice was soft and surprisingly gentle. Mike moved across the room slowly. He was still scared.
She patted the bed beside her for him to sit. He climbed up, his short legs swinging off the floor. He could smell the heavy musty odor of his mother's sweat and-something else he couldn't identify, but something that seemed to stir his excitement again. He was very close to her and he tried to avoid looking at the fascinating breasts. His mother lay back against the pillows and put her hand on the child's thigh. A tremor ran through him.
"How long were you there?" she said. "The noise woke me." It was barely a whisper. "A long time," he answered finally. "You saw-?" He nodded.
The night was full of surprises. Instead of being angry, she threw back her head and laughed. The t tiny house was filled with the sound of her mirth, and tears streamed down her cheeks. He sat very still and waited. Finally, she wiped her eyes and rubbed her warm hand along his thigh, high up near his crotch and the now-dormant prick.
"My baby is not such a baby any more," she said. "Did you enjoy what you saw?"
"Yes. I knew you were happy," he said. "That made me happy and it-"
The laughter was in her eyes again. "It did what, my pet?"
"I don't know...." How could he explain the feelings he'd had?
"It made my little one feel like a man?" Her eyes were soft, almost as soft as the touch of her hand. She was stroking him now, letting her fingers brush across the tiny slumbering penis between his firm thighs. Her touch was infinitely more exciting than his own had been. His breath spurted in a tiny gasp. His mother looked at him and smiled without stopping her play. Now her hand cupped his sex organs, covering them completely and massaging gently. Her fingers worked into the small loose sacs hanging beneath his penis, the empty sacs that had not yet received his manhood. He tingled and shivered with pleasure.
"It feels good?" she asked.
Dumbly, he nodded.
"It is good. Sex is the real pleasure of life, my love. Here, lie down beside me...."
She tugged him to the rumpled sheet. Was it his imagination or could he smell the heavy male odor of the man who had been here such a short time ago? Whatever it was, he was dizzy with strange feelings he'd never known before. His mother's hand was still at him, prodding and probing between his legs and gently arousing the small prick. She raised herself on one elbow and stared at his body as though it entranced her. Mike lay very still, afraid to move and break the magic spell. He liked what she was doing and he didn't want her to stop.
Her heavy breast fell across his thin chest and he gasped at the heat and weight of it. His hand went toward it and hesitated. She saw the motion and laughed, pushing her body harder against him, forcing the big melon of her tit to rub into his flesh.
"Touch it, my baby, yes, touch it. Take it!"
He put his finger to the hard tip of the nipple. He saw and felt the tiny ridges in it, saw the tiny crusts of dried moisture on it. His mouth was dry as he brought his other hand up and cupped the heavy weight to squeeze and fondle the dome.
"Suck it...." she whispered, eyes almost closed.
He did as he was told, taking the nipple she offered and cradling it on his tongue, closing his lips over it slowly. His mother sighed and pressed harder to him, forcing the tit deep into his mouth and almost choking him. For several minutes, she clung to him this way, keeping his face pressed hard to her bosom. All the time her hand was increasing its tempo on his penis and scrotum. What had begun as tender caresses were now strong, demanding tugs at the tiny organ. Mike knew his body was responding somehow-like it had when he stood in the doorway and watching the fucking. He felt the same pressure, the same need. But the warmth was different-it was her warmth holding him now and he liked it.
After a while, she pulled her tit from his hungry mouth. It withdrew with a loud snap, a wet sound. She laughed with delight and quickly moved her body on the bed so she could get at his crotch. Her laughing mouth covered his penis and licked at it. Mike shuddered, unable to control the spasm that raced through him at the touch. She was sucking him now-dragging hard at the tiny column as though it had a special offering for her that she could not wait to taste. Her hand was between his spread thighs, pushing up at the scrotal sacs and the base of his cock. The pressure raised the tiny organ and gave her more to suck, and the movements of her finger at his erotic flesh were driving him wild. His whole body strained and wanted to please her, please himself. What would happen? Would he find the same pleasure the man before him had done? Had his mother sucked that man like this?
All thoughts were driven from his mind as the need of his young body rose to fever pitch. He was excited, no longer able to he still under the lapping, pushing tongue. His body squirmed and bounced on the bed. He thought he heard his mother laugh with delight, but he couldn't be sure. She was diving at his cock, swallowing it whole and then quickly drawing up again to extend it to its full length. The loose skin that usually hung over the end of his organ slid and slipped with her motions. Each time it scurried over the throbbing tip of the organ, it sent shivers through his entire body. The penis was alive with nerve endings he'd never known existed. His whole body was alive with fire now. He whimpered and moaned, and his mother increased the tempo of the fellatio. Moments later, Mike felt the fiery spasm build somewhere deep in his body, near the spot where her fingers still dug and searched in his flesh. It felt like a volcano rumbling and readying for eruption. And finally, after agonizing minutes of torture, the explosion ripped through him. It felt like fire and lava; it poured from him and was sucked up quickly by her hungry, loving mouth. After a long time, he shuddered again and lay still. His mother's motions slowed and she pulled back.
She stared at the tiny cock, then bent to lick it gently. The tiny head was still red from its exertion, and she lapped at it as though it were strawberry ice cream. Mike had never felt so good in his whole life.
She explained a lot to him that night. He learned that his 'cum' was not the real thing but a youthful version of the semen that would build in his later years. He learned that women liked to suck men but most were afraid to admit it. He also learned that every woman hid a secret desire to have a child-man, like him. Smooth, hairless, undeveloped boys could be a special treat to a woman who had had many lovers. And if he promised not to talk of their affairs to anyone, she would teach him many, many things and give him many, many pleasures.
And she'd kept that promise. For the next seven years, his mother had taught him many things about himself and about women. She had taken him to bed with her whenever she was alone, played with his body and taught him how to play with hers. He learned all the intimate words of lovemaking, how to excite and be excited. He learned to handle his mother's private parts, and eventually to insert his boycock into her pussy and give her all she wanted. He even learned to put it up her ass and make her cum that way. By the time he was fourteen and his testicles descended and his voice deepened, he was shooting his load of cum into his old lady regularly.
He'd made it with a couple of girls in town too. He liked it each time.
But this afternoon, the old doll in room 1133 had put a whole new light on fucking and having a ball. She had paid cash for using his cock briefly. Was that why he was so excited now? Was this the answer to his problems about money and getting the hell out of this little town?
Maybe it was.
CHAPTER THREE
When the little boy left, Harriet stood staring at the door for a long time. She had done it! She had actually asked him to find her someone! God, what a vacation this was going to be! She should have tried this long ago. But somehow she had been afraid to in Los Angeles. Fear of blackmail had kept her from filling her need with any of the pretty boys she'd seen on the streets or met at parties. Occasionally she had taken one home and enjoyed him for a night. This was how she discovered that the young ones pleased her so much. Young ... but they had all been teenagers at least, all developed, with heavy balls and hairy crotches. Not that she minded-like the bellboy who'd just left. What was his name? Mike. Good. She liked hard young flesh ... but the longing to know what it would be like to have a child grow in her. She'd never had children of her own, never given birth or suckled a child at her breast. Was this longing for young male flesh somehow a distortion of thwarted motherhood? No, that was nonsense. The feelings she had now about young boys were far from motherly.
She turned and walked into the bathroom of the suite. It gleamed with pale lavender tile and fixtures. Very nice. In one corner, a large sunken tub crossed at an angle. On the outside wall, a shower still door stood partially open. She peered inside. Lavender and white, with small touches of black for accent. Across from the door, the outer wall seemed to be a huge window. She could see directly out into the yard, even see the ocean beyond a fringe of trees. My God, was it ordinary glass? It couldn't be-too many people enjoyed privacy to allow themselves on public view while showering. It had to be some kind of one-way glass that afforded no view from the outside. A clever idea.
She stepped back and began to undress. A shower would feel good now. She was sticky and hot from traveling. The five hour plane trip had been tiring. Added to that, the hour drive from the airport here, and then the excitement of the bellboy. Yes, she needed a shower, and she needed to get out of the damned corset.
She threw the print silk dress over a chair near the door and struggled to release the hooks and zipper of the girdle. When they finally gave, her flesh poured over the damp cloth and strained against it. She got the corset off and tossed it to the floor. She would not wear it again while she was here. She had taken the time to purchase two muumuus in an airport shop before catching her taxi. The flowing, loose garments were the style here, and they would hide her bulges. She was here on vacation, here to enjoy herself.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind the door. If only she didn't enjoy food so much! Her waist had grown thick and rolls of fat creased her abdomen. Her breasts had always been large, but now the extra weight and her age had caused them to sag like overly ripe watermelons on the vine. Still ... she cupped her hands under the tits and lifted, sucking in her breath and pulling her shoulders back hard. Still, they were exciting, and man would think so. Big, with huge coral aureoles and hard, protruding nipples. She let go of the heavy spheres of flesh and ran her hands down over her belly and hips. If she lost thirty pounds she'd have a damned nice figure. But losing weight was not easy for her when she was lonely and dissatisfied all the time.
She sighed and pushed her hands into the dark thatch of hair at her crotch. Tiny flecks of gray there too. She was moist and hot. The boy had excited her. She should have made him fuck her. But that would have meant getting out of the corset and clothes, letting him see her at her worst. No, it was better this way, better for him to come to her while she was fresh and clean. And she had enjoyed the fellatio, enjoyed it very much even though it had excited her beyond reason and not made her cum. But it had given her the courage to ask Mike to get her a younger boy ... and that made it worthwhile.
She kicked aside the nylons and underwear and leaned to turn on the shower. Moments later she was standing under the cool spray, lathering her body with the sweet-smelling soap from the dish. She stared out the glass panel while she soaped her tits and underarms, smiling at the thought of being able to watch the world below from her naked vantage point. She hummed softly.
She saw him then, crossing the green patch of grass and making his way through the thick forest of vegetation that surrounded the hotel. Mike. Her breath quickened as she recognized him. Yes, she was sure it was him. The tight pants and slim hips, the handsome face and wide shoulders....
Her hand was at her crotch and without conscious thought she dug at her pussy with the bar of soap. It lathered quickly in the heavy flow of juices that flowed from her. The hard slick bar of soap found her clitoris and ate at it, digging and burning the tender flesh as she clutched and grabbed herself in a frenzy of new lust. She was as horny as hell-and she couldn't stand it any longer. She had meant it when she told him she couldn't wait.
My God, she couldn't wait! The soap slipped from her hand and skidded across the wet tiles. She didn't notice or care. Her fingers yanked at the wet slippery flesh between her legs, dug up into the tunnel of her body. She shoved them as far as they would go, all the time keeping pressure on her clitoris and renewing the heady waves of delight it sent out. She leaned against the cool wet wall, huddling in the corner, and masturbated with all her strength. She never took her eyes off the grounds eleven stories below her and the small figure of the boy moving across it. Watching him, she thought of the glorious big cock he had presented when she lowered his pants. Her tongue could still taste the heady flavor of his cum, the salty maleness of his load. Her fingers ripped at her flesh, demanding and searching, finding the erotic zones that would force an orgasm. She whimpered and was heedless of the water pouring over her from the shower. The boy in the yard below stopped and turned suddenly, as though looking back toward her.
"Yes...." she whispered. "See me ... fuck me ... here ... oh, God, yeeeesssss!!!" Her hands flew inside her, beat and pounded, slipped and slid. She half-crouched, her knees weak as her ecstasy mounted. She imagined she could see Mike smile; it made her cum. The explosion ripped through her belly like fire that would not be quenched. Her body shivered and shuddered against the wet tiles as she sank almost to her knees. Fire and joy raced through her, and her hands were drenched in the thick outpouring of secretions her vagina gave.
"Aaaahhhh!! Ooooo, mmmmmm!!" She worked at her own body vigorously until the last eddying rays of delight had subsided.
Slowly, she stood up and withdrew her slimy wet hands. They were covered with cunt juice, and she stared at it in wonder for several moments before she once again resumed showering and washed it away. Below in the hotel yard, the slim figure of the bellhop had vanished. Harriet sighed heavily and turned away from the glass.
A half hour later, she was drinking her third highball and sitting near the window when the tap at the door came. She got up quickly, setting her glass on the small table and pausing to glance in the mirror before she went to the door.
Mike stood outside with a young boy beside him. Harriet's eyes went wild with delight as she glanced at the small child. He couldn't be more than nine or ten, she thought. Dark, like Mike. A native islander? Someone from the village, no doubt. Someone Mike knew and who could be trusted to be discreet. Still, she would have to be careful....
"This is Ben, Mrs. Cash. He lives near me in the village. His parents are away today and he was alone. I thought you might enjoy his company." Mike smiled ever so slightly.
"Yes, of course. Come in." Harriet stepped back and opened the door wide.
"I have to get back to work," Mike said, pushing the child gently into the room. "I'll come and pick him up when I get off work at six, okay?" He gave her a meaningful glance.
"All right...." She stood where she was until Mike disappeared into the elevator. Then she closed the door quickly and leaned against it. The boy was staring at her with wide eyes. Not fright, only vast curiosity. What had Mike told him? How had Mike chosen him?
Now that the moment of truth was here, Harriet was frightened and unsure of how to proceed. It had been so easy with the older boy who understood what she wanted. But this child was pure and untouched, she could tell by his huge eyes and the innocence of his face.
She smiled at him and moved across the room. "Would you like something cold to drink?" she said. She had taken the precaution of ordering Cokes and lemon-lime along with her whiskey.
Ben nodded arid she poured him a tall glass of Coke over ice cubes. She held it out to him and he came to her. His hand brushed hers and drew away, but the tremor had already begun inside her. She could not miss the chance now that it was here. She had the boy in the room, she would satisfy her desire for the taste of his flesh.
She let him take the glass and watched him drink it. His eyes never left hers, and he seemed to be questioning her constantly. He had not yet said a word.
Harriet fixed herself another strong drink and carried it to the wide couch. She motioned to the boy and he brought his Coke and stood before her as she sat down.
"Sit here by me," she said.
He moved slowly but gracefully. He was not tall and his bone structure was slight, yet his shoulders were wide and predicted a good physique as he matured. He wore a colorful shirt that had apparently been laundered many times and short pants, white duck but slightly gray with age and wear. He was barefooted.
"What's your last name, Ben?" she asked softly.
He lowered the glass and said, "Yishido."
Oriental ... she thought she had detected a slight difference in his features.
"How old are you?"
"Ten."
Small for his years.
"What did Mike say about me?" She kept the smile securely in place so he would not panic.
Ben shrugged slightly. "That you wanted someone to keep you company, someone that you could be nice to." He shifted his gaze slightly, then brought it back to her. "And that you would give me a dollar."
She almost laughed. "Yes, that's right. Did he say anything else?"
Ben smiled. "That I should be nice and let you do whatever you wanted."
Bless him, Harriet thought. He had readied the boy, set him up for her but left the conquest to her. She was beginning to feel excited again, her fear had vanished. She drank the cold whiskey and slid her arm across the back of the sofa so her fingers trailed to the boy's shoulders. He made no move to pull away from her. Maybe she should take him on the bed right away. No, she didn't want to disturb the delicate balance of tension and delight.
She finished the drink and reached behind her to set the glass on the table. The boy looked at his own half-empty glass and Harriet said, "Take your time, darling."
He didn't flinch at the endearment. Harriet moved her hand to his shoulder, felt the warm flesh and hard bones under the thin cloth. She began to rub him.
"Do you go to school?" she asked.
He sipped the Coke. "Yes."
"What grade are you in?" Her hand found the opening at the front of his shirt and crept to his bare flesh.
"Fourth."
The top button slipped open and she moved her palm over his bony chest, searching for the tiny rosebud nipple. "Do you like school?"
He shrugged just as her fingers located the tiny circle of raised hard flesh. A shiver of delight raced through her.
"Do you have brothers and sisters?" she asked. Her finger poked and probed at the tiny nipple, circling it and tickling it until she was sure she felt a reaction in it.
"One sister and two brothers," he said. He leaned forward and put his glass on a table. She hadn't even noticed that he had finished the cold drink.
"How old are they?" Slowly, her hand began a new route toward his waist. The buttons of the shirt slid open easily at her slightest touch, and now the shirt flapped to expose his bare chest. She watched her white hand move across the dark body.
She was conscious that he was answering her question, but the words were dim echos in her brain. Her attention was riveted on the body, his flesh before her. Her hand had grown moist and hot touching him. She wanted to get on with it, get him naked as quickly as possible. But she didn't want to panic him. She kept telling herself to move slowly.
When he stopped talking, she asked him other questions, attempting to keep him preoccupied enough so he wouldn't have time to worry about what she was doing. It succeeded too. He answered, and she managed to unbutton the waistband of his shorts and unzip the fly. Now her hand was on his warm belly, on the soft mound above his pubic flesh, so near ... so close....
She heard the sound and it took several moments to recognize it as her own breath. The harsh rasps filled the quiet room like animals groans. Harriet felt the wetness at her thighs again, the deep stirring in the pit of her belly. She was hot and needy, dripping cunt juice at the thought of this luscious child. She looked at him and he met her gaze evenly.
Mike had told him to do whatever she wanted....
"Stand up," she said.
When he obeyed, she quickly took off the shirt and drew down his pants. She stared at the lovely naked child body and licked her lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Under the loose muumuu, Harriet was very warm. The sight of the boy's genitals set off a heat wave inside her. His little cock dangled over withered empty sacs that had not yet been filled by testes. He was a baby....His skin was smooth and hairless, the color of lightly creamed coffee. The roll of foreskin puckered over the tiny organ seemed darker in color than the rest of his flesh, and she stared at it in wonder.
Putting her hands to him, she drew him close. He came without protest or sound. She did not look at him but she could tell from the corner of her vision that he was watching her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, catching every expression and move and recording them indelibly.
She reached for the glorious young, unspoiled sex organ. He jerked slightly when she grasped it.
"I won't hurt you ... don't worry...." Still she didn't look up at him.
He said nothing and eased his body closer as she encouraged him with a slight tug.
Her fingers lifted the short column of male flesh. It was incredibly soft, flopping over her finger like a limp rope. She laughed softly and forced it up into her easy fist. The puckered foreskin was like a drawstring over the head of the cock. She worked it slowly, trying to open the purse and being out the hidden treasure under it. It eluded her, so soft was the organ. It kept slipping back before she could urge it out all the way. She drew him even closer.
Standing before her this way, his lovely little body was just the right height for her. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at the baby prick, catching it lightly and gently. It tasted of salt water and sunshine. She moved one hand under the sex apparatus, cupping the scrotal sacs lovingly. Poor empty darlings. She ran her finger along the crack of his ass and found the hard tight spot of his anus. He shivered a bit and she let him relax a moment before she took his sweet cock in her mouth. This time it was not for a mere lick. She wrapped her lips around it, ran her tongue hard into the tight pucker of foreskin. The loose limp penis rolled and lolled on her tongue. It excited her, and she began to suck it, moving her head back and forth slowly and trying to harden the little tool. Was he too young to gain an erection? She knew little of such things, but she was sure she had heard somewhere that even baby boys had involuntary erections, sudden hardenings of the penis that lasted for seconds or minutes. Surely then a boy of ten would be able to get it up.
She felt the first stirring in him a moment later and knew she would succeed. He would get hard! And she would have him however she wanted him. Slowly, now, Harriet, she told herself. Slowly ... enjoy every moment ... you've waited a hell of a long time for this....
The boy sighed, and the sudden sound made Harriet jerk her head up and look at him. His eyes were half-closed and his lips parted. His breath was heavy enough to hear over her own. He liked the advances she was making!!
"Oh, Ben, darling child...." She stood up quickly and took his hand and led him to the bedroom of the suite. She left him standing by the bed and in a spastic motion managed to pull the muumuu up over her head and off. She threw it in the direction of the chair but didn't watch to see where it landed. Naked, she faced him.
There was wonder and surprise in his expression but no disgust at the sight of her plump body. He didn't care if she was overweight, sagging. She had excited him and he wanted her offerings.
She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the slim boy to her. She kept him in front of her for a moment, savoring the full view of his nakedness, and stroking his flesh with gentle touches. His hip bones were hard and jutting, and she moved from them to the flat breadth of his belly. Someday soon he would be tight and hard and strong. Even now at ten he showed the promise of a lean taut body. His belly was smooth, and the mound above his genitals was unblemished. She touched him, examined the folds of his skin and separated them. The penis was still dormant but it seemed to have elongated some. Was he becoming aroused?
She drew him onto the bed, forced him to he back and spread out before her admiring eyes. She feasted them on him, letting her gaze follow where her hands led. Her breath was a tightly coiled pain in her chest as she realized how long she had waited for this moment, and how delirious she was now that it was here. She bent her head and took his cock in her mouth again, sighed deeply and began to suck.
He tasted purer and better than hard man cock, she thought. He was delicious, fresh and unspoiled ... waiting for her. Her vagina was heavy with lust now, the residual of her earlier encounter with Mike flamed to new fire by the substitute he had brought her. Her tongue flicked at the rosebud opening of the penis. The head was beginning to emerge from the sheath ... she sucked hard and drew it out. She felt the foreskin stretch and pop back as the swollen cockhead shot out and onto her tongue. The shaft of passion flesh was hardening with each stroke she made on it. He was getting an erection, coming alive under her hot tongue and lips. She let her teeth scrape very lightly over the ridge where the head met the column of flesh, found the connecting cord and waggled her tongue at it. She knew from past experience that it was the most sensitive spot on a man's penis. What one of her boy-lovers had taught her that? No matter, it worked now when she needed it.
Ben was squirming and writhing under her ministrations. He was no longer able to control the body motions the sex play brought forth. And he didn't want to. He lay back, content to let her have his way. So this was what Mike had hinted at. "Let her do whatever she wants, you understand?" Mike had repeated that over and over to him. Ben had agreed, he had little other choice. Ben had swiped a handful of cash from the money drawer behind the desk-and Mike had caught him at it. Mike forced him to put it back, then said he would not squeal on Ben if Ben stayed out of trouble.
Ben had. Matter of fact he'd stayed away from the hotel altogether. He didn't want Ben to think about him and maybe have a chance to change his mind. Ben had known Mike all his life and he knew that Mike hadn't been motivated by his own honesty when he made Ben return the money to the drawer. No, Mike had been protecting his own job-he didn't want suspicion to fall on him. Everyone in town knew about the stolen car and the probation.
The incident had taken place more than a week ago, and Ben had not seen Mike until the older boy came looking for him today. Mike had a new condition to impose. He wanted Ben to spend some time with one of the hotel guests. That was all, just spend some time with her. And let her do whatever she wanted.
Holy shit, he had never dreamed it would be anything like this. Ben moaned softly as the woman tongued him and drew the head of his cock out with her lips. He could feel the pressure building in his guts, a pressure that was new to him but instantly recognized. She was making him horny. He was honest-to-God getting a hard-on! He knew it happened to men but he never anticipated he would know the feeling until he was a good deal older. But here it was ... and it felt good. It felt like his insides were on fire, boiling and bubbling as she worked at him.
Without raising her head, she groped for his hand and pressed it to her big tit. Jeez, he felt the ripe heavy flesh, felt the heavy weight pressing at his palm. The big circle at the crown was roughly textured but the skin was soft and smooth. She moved so he could watch what he was doing. His forefinger poked at the core of the dark patch, felt the hardening answer of the teat. The nipple began to grow and push out at him. He laughed, pushed at it some more. In moments the bud ripened to full bloom, popping out as big as Ben's finger. She really had big ones....
Harriet came up from the nest of heaven into which she'd lost herself. Wet-lipped, she smiled at the boy. "Suck my tit, darling," she told him, and to help she moved up where he could reach her.
The big tit was right over his mouth. All he had to do was open his lips and let the nipple fall in. He did, and the smell and taste of her perfume overwhelmed him. He could hardly breathe as she leaned on him and let the sagging weight fill his mouth. He sucked desperately so he could breathe.
She moaned and whimpered with delight. It felt so good to have his wet hot tongue soothe her fever. Yes, he was a delight, a pure virgin delight. Without conscious thought, she spread her legs and moved over his body. Still letting him suck, she moved her cunt back and forth along his leg ... it felt like his knee ... yes, harder.
"Harder ... harder...." she whispered.
His mouth worked furiously at her breast and his knee came up to press against the well-lubricated labia licking his leg. She was beside herself with ecstasy now, needing and wanting to be loved and satisfied by this child. She tried to tell him her need but words would not come. She rolled off, flopping to the bed beside him heavily, still gasping for air through the fire in her chest.
Ben knew she wanted more from him. He wasn't sure how to please her, but he tried. He pushed himself up, massaging the pendulous tits and flicking his fingertips at the aroused and turgid nipples. He let his stiffened penis touch her belly. She moaned and tried to grab for him. He thought she wanted to suck him again, but she pushed him back, opening her legs to a wide fleshy V and capturing him between them.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Put the shaft inside-" Her hands went between her legs and she forced the wet hairs and the heavy flesh under them to part. He stared in wonder. Thick red curtains framed a dark hole. Cunt. He was seeing his first cunt. He touched it experimentally with a finger. It was hot and slimy. She jerked her body and forced his finger to enter the dark tunnel.
"Yeeeessss ... deeper, put it in deeper!" She was watching him the whole while, enjoying the delight and wonder on his face as he saw her and enjoyed her. He poked his finger into the cavity. It was swallowed up instantly, lost in the deep cavern of her massive body as though it had been snapped off by a shark. He wiggled it experimentally to see if it was still there.
It was, and the movement drove the woman even wilder. She hissed air between her teeth and bounced her heavy hips on the bed, forcing herself hard on the tiny finger.
"Ooohh, yeeeesss," she said. "I like that ... yes, push all around ... put another finger in ... maybe two?" She wiggled and squirmed as he tried to comply.
His fingers went in easily. She was big, wide open and very juicy. He had no trouble getting his entire hand in. She took it right up to the wrist.
"Aaarrrggghhh ... fuuuuucccckkkkk meeeee," she could hardly talk.
He didn't know how to fuck with his hand but she had to mean he should move it around. He slipped it back and forth, bringing it back as far as the wide knuckles, then plunging it back hard into the pulpy softness of her pussy. She moaned. "Yeeeessss ... more, more!"
He did it over and over, wiggling his finger wildly at the same time. That made her whimper like a puppy and she was biting her lips to hold back her cries.
"My God! My God!" she said after a moment. "Yes, I'm cumming, my God, I'm cumming!"
Her body jerked and the hips gyrated in a frenzy of motion. She pounded and bounced, slamming her big ass to the bed and lifting again for another thrust. He was afraid to stop and afraid she would break his hand off with her wildness. It seemed like a very long time before she slowed and finally came to rest.
She was panting hard and her eyes were glazed. He had pleased her, Ben knew. It had been quite different than he thought it would be. He had expected her to do something with his cock, not his hand. Yet he felt strangely elated at having satisfied her so well.
She finally opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You wonderful child. Absolutely wonderful."
Ben smiled back and when he withdrew his hand from the widespread cunt, she sighed and then laughed softly.
CHAPTER FIVE
He sat on the bed, not sure what to do next. He didn't have long to wait. She reached out to touch his thigh and knead it with her fingers.
"Go wash your hands and bring back a wet cloth."
He rose and moved toward the direction she pointed. He had never seen a gleaming bathroom such as this, and for a second he stared around in wonder. Then he quickly washed his hands at the big lavender sink and wrung out one of the lavender washcloths in warm water. He grabbed a towel and carried it and the cloth back to the bed. He held them out to her.
She shook her head. "No, darling, you do it."
He frowned. "What do you want me to do?"
She laughed again. She looked pretty when she laughed, he thought.
"Wash my cunt and thighs, darling Ben." She lay back, head propped on her hand and watched him. She moved one leg and opened the wide V again.
He began to clean the thickly lathered cunt. She was very wet with some thick fluid that had not been there before. It had come from inside her, almost like a man's cum. He scrubbed at the heavy folds of red flesh with the cloth.
"Spread them apart and make sure you get all the layers," she said. The breathy quality had come back into her voice and Ben knew that what he was doing was only partly to cleanse her. It was also to excite her all over again. She was far from finished with him.
The idea excited him and he felt the tug in his belly again. Maybe this time....
He separated the glistening ruby-red layers of erotic flesh, washing the deep crevices carefully, removing all traces of the thick white stuff that had seeped there. There was a small bit of pink-red flesh jutting from a tiny sac. It looked almost like an infant penis coming from its sheath. He rubbed it, catching the lobe in the cloth and making sure he didn't miss any portions of it. She seemed to like that especially, and her breathing was getting heavy again.
"Yes, yes, yes," she said. "That's the way...."
Fascinated, he played with the small protrusion of red flesh. She was wiggling now, pushing at his hand and the cloth to force him hard against her. But he didn't want to just play this way, he wanted more. He glanced at her and she seemed to understand.
"Lie beside me," she said, patting the bed.
Quickly, he dropped the cloth and lifted himself to the bed. She shook her head as he tried to put his head close to her breast, that huge temptation of ripe lust. "The other way," she told him.
She showed him what she meant. She turned him around so his head was at her crotch, and hers at his. She bent one knee to keep her thighs spread, lifting the leg high and pushing his face between the heavy jaws of flesh. She was almost trembling now. "Lick it," she said.
Experimentally, he pushed his tongue against the spot that looked like a little penis. She shivered and her thighs clamped at his head lightly. "Yesssss, ooohhh yeeeessss!" She humped her hips and forced it harder at him. He began to probe with his tongue, licking and lapping at the tiny bulge. She was very wet again, almost as though he had never wiped away all the cunt juice from their first play session. He used his fingers to spread the thick red lips of her vagina and licked each of the folds with a darting tongue, teasing her by digging his oral organ into the cavity from time to time.
Harriet felt the heavy tremors of delight course through her. His lovely little tongue was pleasing her and teasing her. She was building quickly toward a new orgasm, and there would be many more to follow, she knew. My God, she had finally found what she had been looking for all these years-true satisfaction for the terrible hunger and need inside her. The hunger and need that had grown to gigantic proportions during her unsatisfactory marriage to Douglas Cash, and that had never really been quelled by the countless young men she had paid to service her. This boy, a child, was giving her the release she wanted.
"Mmmmm, aaaahhhh, darling, yes, yeeeeesssss, that's the way...." She moved her hips because she could not keep them still. She was on fire, burning with desire and lust. She wanted everything this delectable child had to offer!
Hungrily, she opened her mouth and took his cock again. It had gone almost soft, only a faint trace of the tight hardness was left. Lovingly, she fingered his scrotum, pushed deep into his body In search of testicles that hid from her touch. She kissed the end of the tiny penis, licking at it and inserting her tongue into the fold of foreskin, gently pushing it back to expose the red glistening head of his prick. It was lovely, tempting and delicious. She ran her tongue under the ridge of meaty flesh, felt the instant reaction from the child's body. The cock began to quiver slightly and grow, the beginning of an erection. Delighted, she took the entire thing in her mouth and sucked it.
The boy could not lie still either. His little hips jiggled, moving toward her with quick jerking motions. He was telling her to suck him hard! How cute, she thought, and how goddamn sexy! She almost gobbled him up.
His tongue was a furious tattoo inside her pussy. He seemed to be enjoying it and she no longer had to tell him the things she wanted. His tiny oral organ was probing deep in her pussy, licking up all the cunt juice it could find and setting fire to her tissues. The tunnel was hot and she could feel the heavy roiling of a new climax building deep in her uterus.
She told him so with her mouth on his cock. She sucked violently, slamming her head at his soft pubic mound, driving the stiffening boycock as far into her throat as it would go, pulling back on it quickly to force the foreskin to slide over the ridge of the head. He was going crazy but he never stopped his wonderful cunnilingus.
The orgasm erupted in a sudden burst of hot cunt juice. She felt it release inside her, felt her uterus burn with its molten lava heat, felt it spread and flow through her and reach her cunt, felt the hungry little tongue drink it up greedily. She moaned and twisted, never letting go of the taut cock, never stopping her own violent fury on it. She cried the words of her passion into the mouthful of prick.
"I'mmmm ccccuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg!!"
To the boy, it sounded like nothing but a long moan of joy and release. He knew she was cumming, he could tell by the way her body jerked and twisted. And he could tell because of the hot flood of juice that poured into his mouth from her cunt. He had to lick and swallow quickly to avoid being smothered by it. It was hot and sweet and cloying. It burned all the way down to his belly, like the few sips of whiskey he had tried when his father wasn't around to catch him. Only her cunt juice was even more intoxicating. He was dizzy with pleasure, gasping for air and for more of the hot stuff. His whole body was in white heat. The way she was sucking at his cock-man, he was going crazy. She wasn't letting up either just because he'd made her cum again. That's nice ... oh, jeezzz ... I'm going crazy ... don't stop ... jeeezzzz, don't stop....
Her fingers crawled along his ass, digging in the tight crack and forcing against the sensitive spot he knew had to be his asshole. What was she going to do? Moaning, he licked at her cunt with new frenzy.
Her finger touched, pushed, played at the muscle. Gently she pushed at it, prying it open, inserting the tip of her finger into the pursed muscle. It drove him crazy. It felt like the pressure was going right into his cock-and his cock swelled even harder against her tongue. He felt like he was going to split wide open. When was she going to let him fuck her? He knew he had to-knew he wanted to more than anything else.
Her finger wormed into the tight asshole, wiggling only slightly so she wouldn't hurt him. The tight back tunnel was unbelievably hot and dry, and it excited her. She imagined a man felt something like this when his cock slid up a cunt-no a cunt was wet-she'd heard of women being fucked in the asshole but she'd never had it that way-my God, was this what it would be like. A sudden surge of heat brought new juice into her pussy. The boy's prick was a rigid tool now, grown to far past what she'd thought it would. Slowly, she pulled her mouth from it and withdrew her finger from his anus. She had to lift his face away from her pussy. His mouth was flecked with saliva and her love juice, and he licked his lips eagerly. His eyes were glittering brightly, almost as though he were delirious with fever. Fuck fever....
She lay back flat, pulling him over her. For a moment he clung to her, pressing his bony chest against her huge tits, insinuating his crotch and cock against hers, trying to push his rigid sex organ between her legs.
She smiled. "Yes, darling Ben, now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that lovely hard cock of yours slide up into my pussy. I want to feel you skin back and forth, drive it in as far as it will go. I want you to take me hard and long-yes, do it!!" She spread her legs to a wide V and then lifted her knees to open the love passage for him.
He moved back, staring at the glistening wet red hole and grabbed his cock. He aimed it at her, and he pushed forward quickly. The cockhead slipped across the wet slime and brushed the sheet beneath them. He raised it and tried again.
"Just a minute," she whispered heavily. She grabbed a pillow and, raising her hips, shoved it under them. It angled her ass and made the cunt more accessible. "Now-don't rush-I want to enjoy every second of it-"
He stabbed the cock at the gaping maw. It made contact, and he almost fainted from the sudden burning heat. It was like dipping his prick into a vat of burning oil.
"Yeeeessss ... now push it in. Oh, my God!" She grabbed his waist and forced him to plunge the hot tool all the way in. It was the first child cock she'd ever had in her twat and the restless and yearning of the years was poured into this moment. She could not wait, she wanted to feel the deep digging heat of the boycock inside her. She almost came instantly.
Her breath was a hot coil in her throat. "Fuuuucccckkk mmmmeeeee," she tried to cry. It came out a hoarse plea of panic.
He knew what to do. He began to move the hot poker back and forth inside her. She was so big and so wet and loose that he had trouble staying in her. His damned cock wanted to fall out every time he pulled back. He dug his fingers into the beefy flesh of her hips and held on. He leaned forward, almost laying on her big boobs. They bounced and jogged with their fucking motions.
After a few moments, they were heaving and bucking in perfect rhythm. She helped him, moving her ass and hips to keep his little dick inside her. He was so hot, so wonderfully hot....
"Mmmmmm, I like that-" she crooned to him. "I like it sooo mmmmuuuccchhhh!!!"
Her legs held him like a vise, giving him only enough room to screw in and out of her hellhole. It was as though he were trapped in a burning cave. Her body demanded him, sucked him deep inside, pulled at the hidden strings of his manhood. He felt tight pain in his belly, down low where his sex organs had not yet matured. But there was something-she was bringing out something from the depths of his being.
"Harder-!!" She slammed her hips upward and he sank into the hilt. His scrotum, empty balls, slapped against her ass. The bubbling cunt juice had run down the crack of her ass and she was wet and slick all over now. He fucked as hard as he could.
"Aaaarrrggghhh, oooo, maaakkkeee mmmmmeeeee cuuuuummmmm!!!" She writhed and twisted her head. Her lips quivered, and from time to time she caught them between her teeth and clamped them tightly. She looked at him from under heavy lids.
Then he knew. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it as surely as he knew his own need. She was ready to cum. There was a slight change in the tension of her body, a sudden surge in the temperature of her pussy, an urgency that surpassed everything that had gone before. She was cumming!
The very thought triggered his own youthful fire. His guts rumbled, his cock strained. He jerked with a spasm of pagan pleasure as something exploded inside him. He felt a hot rush of liquid flame through his prick and pour into the woman's love hole.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!!" he felt the sweat run down his face.
She felt the hot spurt of his first ejaculation-the pre-manhood burst of sexual energy that had built inside him. It immediately triggered her orgasm. The heady, heavy wave of lust burst, washed over her. Fingers of flame radiated from the tip of the child prick and burned through her. The tiny prick did not reach the wall of her cunt, did not sink into the pulpy flesh that special way large man-pricks did, but that tended to make it even more exciting. The small organ was bringing her to a climax equal to any she had ever known, despite its lack of super-length.
She heaved and let the hot flood wash her into ecstatic oblivion. Wave after wave of pure sexual joy flowed through her. Her cunt burned, and the fire spread to her uterus and upward into her entire body. She didn't realize she had lifted her legs high in the air until she was aware of the tingling sensation coursing down her legs and curling her toes. Her head spun in the dizzying orgasm that left her weeping and breathless. She seemed to be floating in air, weightless and beyond feeling anything but the fulfillment of her lust. She had cum like never before. She was sated.
She let herself drift in the happy fog aimlessly. She was only dimly aware of letting her feet fall to the bed and of the thick pillow still balled up under her ass. She was so warm and so happy. She never wanted to come out of the cocoon of peace and wonder. Eyes closed, she drifted, imagining a thousand young tongues and pricks caressing her sweaty body. She smiled and whimpered softly.
She imagined she heard voices, but that was impossible. There was no one in the world but her and the lovely boy creature who had ushered her into the state of ecstasy. Slowly, she forced her heavy lids open and looked for him.
He was not on the bed. She searched blindly with a hand, felt the warm damp sheet where he had lain with her. With a great deal of effort, she lifted her head and looked about the room. The naked child was standing in the doorway talking to someone!
CHAPTER SIX
Harriet jerked upright, frightened suddenly. She clutched foolishly at the sheet and drew it around her, knowing as she did that it was silly, since the man in the doorway had already seen her nudity and obvious sated condition.
Ben turned and looked at her, then turned back to the man. The figure moved into the room. Harriet breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized Mike Halua.
"My God! You gave me a fright!"
"Ben let me in," he said with a grin. "You told me to come back at six when I finished work."
"Is it six already?" She couldn't believe the time had gone so quickly-almost two hours. Just seeing the naked child a few feet away made her tingle anew.
"You must have been having a very good time not to notice," Mike said.
There was something in his tone that she didn't like. He was no longer subservient. He had serviced her, and he had the upper hand-and he knew it. She looked away and got up from the bed. She was still a little weak, and her knees buckled. She had really cum, and it had left her entire body quivering and shaky.
"Looks like you don't need me now," Mike said, the leer still on his face.
"You don't have to explain. Ben and I have been talking." Again, the hint of power in his voice.
"Of course I want you," she said quickly. "You promised to show me around the island."
"Ah yes, a guide. You wanted a guide." Mike smiled broadly, white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. He had changed his clothes from the hotel uniform of aloha shirt and white ducks. Now he wore Levi's and a tight T-shirt that showed his brown muscled arms to great advantage. She had the feeling he knew it.
"If you have the time," she said.
He nodded. "I'm free all night, but Ben here has to get home. His folks will be looking for him."
What was it Mike had said earlier about Ben's folks? She couldn't recall. She watched Mike scurry for his clothes. Alarmed, she said to him, "Go wash first." All she needed was for his mother to suspect he had been with a woman. Harriet knew that the odor of her body and her perfume clung to the child, and the odor of sex was heavy on him. She wanted no trouble. "Take a shower," she said.
The boy said nothing but carried his clothes into the lavender bathroom and shut the door. Harriet looked at Mike. "Can we get a car?"
He nodded. "You want to look around first or play around?" He was still grinning, and despite the fact she knew he was potentially dangerous, she could not resist his good looks and humor. He was a very attractive young man.
"I-maybe we could find a nice place to eat. Are there any around here, I mean other than the hotel?"
He thought a moment. "There's a place about a half hour's drive from here." She smiled. "Can we go there?"
"You got a car?"
"I asked the hotel to have a rental car here for me. I'll check at the desk."
"Okay. We can drop Ben off on the way." He was watching her, but glanced toward the bathroom door where the shower could be heard beyond.
"Do you think it's wise?" She was concerned about being linked with the child. If anyone suspected "Maybe you're right. He can walk home, it's not far."
As though on cue, the sound of the shower stopped. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and the boy came out, dressed again in his shorts and shirt. His hair was damp and his eyes bright.
"Give him his dollar," Mike said.
Harriet was shocked out of her stupor. She went to the dresser and extracted a dollar from her wallet and handed it to the child. "Ben, I-" She didn't know what to say. Now that it was over, she once more felt shy and withdrawn. The actions of the past hours seemed very remote from her usual quiet nature.
Ben took the dollar and tucked it in his pants pocket with a quick glance at Mike. What was it between them, Harriet wondered. She saw it in the glance, something more than the surface words. Once again she felt uneasy.
Ben smiled at her quickly and said, "Good-bye. Maybe I'll see you again?" His eyes were bright.
"Yes," she said quickly, "I'd like that."
Mike made an impatient motion and Ben left the suite. He turned back to Harriet, letting his gaze cover her like a caress. She realized with a touch of shame that she was still naked and sweaty from the sex romp with the boy. The cool air from the air conditioner in the window surged over her and she shivered.
"I'd better take a shower," she said, not looking at Mike as she scurried past him and into the bathroom.
In the shower, she stared out over the hotel grounds as she washed. It was all right, she told herself. She was doing what she wanted and she was enjoying every moment of it. There was no one here to know her secrets, no one to carry tales to her friends in L.A. She was isolated from the world she knew and she had the opportunity to live a new life-at least for a couple of weeks. No one would ever know.
Far below she saw Ben hurry across the green grass and through the path among the shrubbery. He was lost to sight almost as quickly as she had spotted him. She smiled. He had been the most wonderful thing in her life and she was not willing to let him go. She wanted him again.
Behind her the shower door opened and she turned in alarm. A grinning and naked Mike stood in the doorway. Harriet's breath came out as a sob as she caught sight of the heavy cock, fully extended, poking from his crotch. The dark and wiry hair surrounding his penis formed a deep triangle between his legs. A thin haze of it brushed over his balls. He stepped into the shower stall, still grinning at her.
"I thought you might be a little lonesome," he said, his words barely audible over the sound of the running water.
He pulled the door shut behind him and his warm flesh touched her wet arm. He moved closer and she found that she was backed against the wall, driven into the corner where the one-way glass met the tile. His cock slid over her thigh and poked between her legs. She felt the violent tremor as it nudged her clitoris and rubbed deep into her pubic hair.
"Ooohhh-" It was a whimper of pleasure.
"You don't mind?" He was laughing at her but she didn't care.
She shook her head. Water cascaded over the naked boy, pouring down his face in rivulets, streaking his hair against his skin. His shoulders and torso glittered with drops of moisture. He looked down at her big tits, then grabbed his cock and shoved it to her again.
"Spread your legs," he said.
She leaned heavily on the wall and moved her feet apart. He bent his knees, came up under her and jammed the loaded weapon of his maleness into her cunt. She was still very loose and wet from the intercourse with Ben, and Mike slipped into her easily. Then he leaned his hands on either side of her body, against the cool tile, and began to fuck her. He jerked up hard each time, yanking his heavy tool against her clitoris and almost ripping her apart. It was exciting and electrifying. The warm water of the shower poured over both of them unnoticed. He pressed his body against hers, his hard chest tight against the heavy breasts, and her nipples burning twin holes in his skin. He ground his body to hers, the thick shaft of his penis digging into the pulpy walls of her cunt as he pressed forward.
She was alive with need again, wanting and requiring an orgasm to satisfy the burning desire. She raked her fingers on his naked flesh.
"You're so big-"
"You like big ones better than little boy cocks?" he said.
She gasped, unable to answer. Her body controlled her mind at the moment, and she needed good fucking. Somehow this boy was not like the men she had known, he seemed closer in his affect on her to the child Ben than a grown man. Yet she knew he was not a virgin, he was far too skilled in the art of lovemaking for that. Maybe she had judged his age wrong, maybe he was younger than she thought.
Everything was driven from her mind but the heavy hot fucking cock inside her. She was burning now, aching for him, needing the orgasm his prick offered.
"Fuck me," she said. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Waves of heat and lust swept through her. His cock slammed in and out, his pubic hair scraping heavily in hers. They were one ... they were fused in white heat, she was ready to cum."
"I' m m m m sooo hot!! I-I-I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggg!"
"You want me to shoot my load in you?" His lips were drawn back in a grimace as he tried to control himself. "You want it or you want me to hold it?" He pounded each word with a hard fuck.
"Giiiiivvvvveeeee iiiiittttt tttttooooo mmmmmeeeee!!" She clutched at his ass, clamping him to her so tightly he thought his breath would cease. But it left him no choice. His hot heavy load of semen exploded into her cunt and filled it. He felt like a dam had broken, the quick urgent release took his breath away, and he gasped and gurgled as the water from the shower head ran over his face.
Harriet felt the heavy hot load score inside her. Her own orgasm was a shuddering finality of lust, and his climax met it in almost perfect timing. When his last jerking spasm had ceased, she was still cumming. The waves of undulating pleasure spread through her belly and chest. Her legs were weak and she could hardly stay upright against the slippery wall. She might have fallen except for his lusting weight against her. She was mindless of time and the water pouring over them.
He moved first, drawing back and grabbing her as she threatened to fall. She forced her feet to hold her up. His cock jerked out of her, still hot and hard but beginning to go down. She glanced down at him, the glistening wet body and the sperm and cunt-juice covered cock. He was gorgeous, and she was delighted.
Mike backed off and took a deep breath. Man, he'd really let her have a cuntful. It surprised him that he'd been able to cum so quickly after she had sucked him off only two hours ago. He'd never had chance to fuck more than once in any night, he power of his desire awed him. Maybe it coming into the suite and seeing her naked and amp with the kid's stuff. The way she was spread out on that bed left nothing to his imagination. She was a hell of a lot of cunt, and it was easy to forget that she was middle-aged and fat. He'd even forgotten the money for a while. Once he got into the shower with her and began slipping the dick to her, everything went out of his mind except the hot need in his guts. And, man, had he cum!
He looked down and saw the heavy sludge of his semen and her love juice dripping from her. She still stood with legs spread, and the wide angle let the stuff run out of her easily. He wondered if she had-to worry about getting pregnant. Maybe she was too old for that. Hell, it was none of his business.
Harriet opened her eyes and looked at him. He was smiling now, but it was different than before. This was the smile she wanted to see; it told her that he had enjoyed her as she had enjoyed him. Even if he was a lover for hire, he was having as good a time as she was. Hadn't it been his idea to come into the shower and fuck her? She had planned only to clean up and then they would go to dinner. Later ... she smiled. Later they might find time and energy to explore each other more fully and to fuck again.
This was going to be the most fantastic vacation she had ever had. It was going to be the time of her life. She was already in love with Hawaii.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The restaurant Mike took her to was remote, far from the main centers of activity. It had obviously been built as a stopping place for tourists circling the island and for wealthy islanders who wanted a night out away from the glitter of the city.
They had a table near a large plate glass window that overlooked the sea. Screened and glassed from the wind, the window afforded a fantastic view of the waves pounding the rocky shoreline below them. Beyond the reef in the distance a few sails glittered in the setting sun.
He ordered for both of them after she assured him that she loved seafood. The combination plate of shrimp, lobster and mahimahi, a local fish, was delicious. Mike was very attentive during cocktails and the meal, and Harriet relaxed utterly. She didn't resist when Mike ordered a second round of mai tais before dinner, or when he ordered snifters of brandy afterwards. She wondered again about his age, but since no one in the restaurant questioned his drinking, she said nothing. He seemed able to hold his liquor well. She felt slightly dizzy and very gay by the time they headed back to the car.
She snuggled against him cosily as he backed the car out of the parking space and onto the road.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Wherever you say, you're the guide."
"You want noise and people or quiet scenery?"
She didn't have to consider her answer more than a second. "Quiet." The thought of being in a remote place with this wonderful creature was exciting. Her heart pounded under her fat loose breasts beneath the muumuu. When they had finished showering, Mike had assured her that many women on the island wore the loose muumuus with as little as possible under them. She would neither look nor feel out of place. She was glad now that she had followed his advice. All she wore under the flowered cloth was a thin pair of panties. It felt strange to have her large breasts bouncing free after the years of corsets and tight bras she had endured.
He let his hand slip to her thigh and squeezed gently. "I know the perfect place," he said.
He drove skillfully with one hand. The other rubbed at her lightly covered flesh, moving slowly but surely upward. His fingertips teased lightly at her crotch, catching the elastic of her panties and sliding under it. Harriet giggled.
He changed his tactics then and began inching the long skirt of the muumuu up until he could slide his hand along her bare thigh. She sighed heavily and moved closer to him.
"Is it much farther?" she asked.
"A couple of miles." His fingers dug lightly into the thick flesh of her legs where it came together in a triangle. Her snatch hairs were coarse through the thin nylon of her pants, and he rubbed them briskly. She made a whimpering sound, and he worked under the elastic of the underwear again. He wondered why she had bothered with the pants at all. He wanted to get her nice and hot, wanting him plenty bad. He had spent a lot of time figuring out how he was going to get her to listen to his proposition. He had it worked out-right down the line.
He saw the cutoff ahead and swerved the car onto the dirt road that led to the beach. This section of the shoreline was deserted, no summer houses, not bungalows or shacks, no activity of any kind for the most part. He had discovered it some months ago when he had been out joyriding in a stolen car. The surf was easy here, with little or no undertow. She could wade or swim if she wanted to-it would be all right with him. He was quick and sure in the water, and he had an idea that she would like a few of the things he had in mind. Long ago, he had found a book in the locker room at school. One of those sexy books with plenty of descriptions of sex acts in a hundred different ways. He still remembered the scene with the guy fucking the woman while they were swimming. Maybe he could try it with Mrs. Cash. Even though she insisted he call her Harriet, he thought of her as Mrs. Cash-Mrs. Moneybags.
He smiled at the growing darkness and concentrated on finding the small narrow road he wanted. When he found it, he bumped the car over a hundred feet of grass and sand and pulled up, turning off the ignition.
She was heavy on his shoulder, almost asleep, dreaming pleasantly as his hand played at the hidden valley. "This is it," he said.
She raised her head and looked around through bleary eyes. "Where are we?" Her voice was thick.
The liquor had gotten to her.
"Just a little secluded beach I thought you might like. Look, the moon's coming up, over there." He pointed, raising his arm so she slipped closer into his embrace. He felt her weight on his chest and grinned into her fluffy hair.
"Oh, pretty," she said.
He cupped one of the big tits and squeezed and jiggled it. Under the veil of cloth he felt the nipple harden and sprout. He pushed it in, then caught it between his fingers and rolled it. She simpered and turned to breathe against his shirt.
"Mike...." She made his name sound like a plea.
"Come on, let's get out and look at the water. You like the beach?"
"Yes, of course...." She struggled to sit up. The muumuu was tangled around her legs.
He climbed out and ran around to the other side to open the door and help her out. She stood unsteadily, her sandals sinking into the soft sand.
"Take your shoes off," he said. Quickly and without waiting for an answer he bent and slipped the shoes from her feet and tossed them back into the car. He took her hand. "Come on, let's go down to the water."
They were silent as they crossed the beach and walked to the water's edge. The sound of the waves hitting the shore was a muted crash. Far beyond the bay, a reef crossed the water, paralleling the shore and taking most of the brunt of the surf. Here, the slope was gentle and the water nearly calm. Mike slipped his arm around Harriet and led her toward a small inlet where a grove of palms sheltered the shore. Above, the moon was an opal in the cloudless sky.
"How romantic," Harriet said. Her head was clearing now, and she realized the boy had brought her to a very nice place-and a very lonely one. She glanced in both directions along the beach; it was deserted. Not a car or person in sight anywhere. Very interesting. The longer she knew Mike the better she liked him. He knew what she wanted and he made no bones about giving it to her. And he had not mentioned money-she liked him for that. Her earlier promise of payment had been enough for him, and of course she meant to take very good care of him. But first, he had to take very good care of her....
"You want to swim?" he asked softly, almost breathing the words in her ear.
"What?"
"Sure, why not. No one's to see. Come on, take off your muumuu and those fucking underpants."
He was already jerking his shirt over his head and unsnapping his jeans. He pulled them down quickly to expose his bare ass and genitals. She watched him, gleaming in the moonlight and against the pale background of the blue water and white froth of waves.
"Come on," he said. "Take it off." He kicked his pants aside and pulled off his shoes. She could see the outline of his hanging cock between his legs; it showed up dark against the white sand. Her heart began to race.
"I'll do it then," he said. He moved to her and grabbed the bottom of the gown and pulled it up. She raised her arms and let him skim it over her head and off. He bent, kneeling in front of her and catching the elastic of the briefs and working the pale cloth down over her wide hips. She watched him and saw her own pale flesh gleam in the moonlight. His hands were warm on her, and he slowed his pace, rubbing her flesh sensuously as he drew the panties down her body and legs. She sucked air into her lungs through her teeth.
He tapped her foot and she lifted it to let him draw the pants off; then the other foot. He came up slowly, face pressed to her thighs, her crotch. His breath was fire at her cunt, a hot breeze on her already overheated tissues. He put his hands between her legs and eased them open. She shifted her weight on the sand, and he pressed between her legs again, face upturned and lips pursed and kissing. The hot trail of kisses found her pubic mound, a hot spearing tongue delved into the hairy thatch and downward, licking deeper and finding the thick layered folds of her labia.
She whimpered softly. He was so sweet, so good....
Mike tasted the early flow of readiness from the thick cunt. She was turned on already, wanting and needing what he had to offer. She was hot and almost ready-she seemed ready to go any time any where. His own prick was still limp and dangling in the sand, but he wasn't worried. Even if he couldn't get it up again-which he didn't know for sure-she'd be plenty easy to please. But the way she came on hot and heavy, he might be able to manage a third hard-on for the day. Did he already feel something down there, or was it his imagination?
He licked deep into the cunt, bypassing the rough hairy entrance and concentrating on the smooth, slick inner gates. He could feel tiny folds of flesh under his tongue, and he paged through them and entered her. He could hardly breathe with his face against her so hard, but he was getting drank on the odor of her, the sweet cloying female smell was exciting him too. He nibbled at what he figured must be her clitoris-and the way she danced and jerked he must be right. He shoved his oral member as far into her as it would go and he gripped her ass to hold her tight to him. She was saying something now, but he couldn't make out the words. The blood was pounding in his head, and his prick was pulling hard, the muscles tightening as a new erection came. Hot damn....
"Sweet darling boy ... yes ... oooohhh, that's soooo gooood, eat my pussy-yes eat it all-" She stroked his hair, touched his face and neck with burning fingers. "Don't stop ... oooohhhh, sooo goooood!"
She was humping his head now, unable to stand still as the passion swirled and mounted inside her. She was beyond control, the liquor and the heat of the boy's lovemaking had blotted all else from her mind and body. "Yeeesss-" She was tense, her body taut and ready. "Yeeesss, Now, NOW, oh, my God, NOW!!!! Aaaahhhh!!!!" The explosion burst, sending hot waves of cum through her. She shivered and grabbed at him, and he dug his fingers into the fat buttocks to keep his grip on her. She was panting and huffing, the orgasm making her weak with delight and numb with satisfaction. The hot slime poured from her cunt and smeared over the boy's mouth and face. Wet smacking noises kept time with the lapping waves.
When he let her go, she sank to the sand beside him, then fell back and lay panting.
"Good?" he asked quietly. He knew the answer but he wanted to hear her say it.
"Yes, very good. Your tongue-You're wonderful." She smiled and turned to him, touching her hand to his face and patting him gently.
He propped himself on one elbow and looked at her. She didn't turn away. He cupped one tit and stroked it as he talked. "I like being with you," he said.
"You do? I mean, you don't mind that I'm older and-"
He shook his head. "I don't mind at all."
"You must have lots of girl friends...."
He shrugged. "Not really. This town isn't much-you must have seen it. A couple of lousy houses, the new hotel is the only decent place around. How come you came up here instead of staying in Waikiki?"
"I-I don't like crowds."
He nodded. The kind of fun she wanted was best done in private. "How long you gonna stay?"
"Two weeks." She paused. "I think."
"Is that all? I mean...." He let the words trail off.
She lifted her head and looked at him. "Can I see you for two weeks?"
"Sure, as long as you want. Anything you want, any time. I mean that. Even if it means quitting my job at the hotel." There, he'd said it. He watched her without seeming to.
She frowned. "Would you?" It was almost too easy, his offering himself fulltime this way. "Would you like to be my-companion?" Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.
He leaned close and brushed her lips with his. She seemed to yield momentarily, then she trembled and drew back. "How old are you, Mike?"
He hesitated. "You want me to lie?"
"No, the truth."
"Fifteen."
It surprised her; he appeared older. Yet it explained her enormous attraction to him-his youth was the answer, despite the fact that he had already matured and developed as a man.
"What would people say if you quit the hotel and came to work for me?" She still feared public opinion, even here. Certainly the staff at the hotel, perhaps other guests would notice the middle-aged woman and the young boy. And if Mike was known in the village, people would begin to talk.
"I don't care what they say. I want to move away from here as soon as I have the money." He traced a slow path over her breasts, sliding them sideways so he could follow the circle of each base. He had to lift the dome to get beneath it. He bent and kissed the nipple, taking it lightly in his mouth for a moment and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
When he let go, he said, "You said you would pay me for being your guide-companion. I don't make very much at the hotel."
She felt the slight breeze cool the wet tit where his mouth had released it. "How much ... would you want ... expect for the two weeks?" She held her breath and waited for his answer.
It was a long time in coming. "Two hundred dollars."
Only the waves broke the silence. She didn't know what to say. It was a lot, but maybe it was worth it in the long run. If she had him, she wouldn't have to look for other boys. But did she want just one? She couldn't quite forget the joy of the child, Ben, this afternoon.
He sensed her questions. He moved down far enough so he could touch her crotch again. He tangled his fingers in the thick dark hair, barely touched the portals below it. "Of course, I would expect to do quite a bit for that kind of money," he said. "Oh?"
"Like get you as many young kids as you want. Ben isn't the only one I know who owes me a favor and would enjoy your company. I could bring others-as many as you want. One at a time or a couple at once, whatever you want. It might be a lot of fun for you-and I'd pay them outta my salary. You don't have to worry about a thing."
He had it all figured out, she thought. It almost took her breath away hearing him say it right out like that. It was like having her innermost secrets suddenly spread out for the world to see. He was offering her exactly what she wanted, what she had dreamed of so long, and what she had come to Hawaii for! Two hundred dollars ... God, it was more than worth it!
He seemed very anxious to please her, to get her agreement. His mouth was at her tits, his hands at her crotch. He preened his body against her, letting his stiffening prick tease her and set new fires in her flesh. Yes she wanted him ... even for two hundred dollars, especially if he brought others....
"I know some nice spots on Maui, and there's a couple of my cousins over there. Eleven and thirteen...." He slipped his finger into her cunt and flicked at the walls inside.
She moaned and stared at the stars high above her.
"Both of them are virgins, just like Ben. You can teach them whatever you want. They'll do what I tell them, and you don't have to worry about them telling anyone. You'd like them." He began to finger-fuck her, hard and fast, driving his stubby forefinger deep into the dark tunnel seething with juice. "I read in a book once about a woman who took a couple of kids on at one time-one in her cunt and one in her mouth."
My God! The very thought made her orgasm as he slammed his hand hard in her pussy. The wet smacking sounds made her mouth water-she wished she had a boycock in it right now!
"Yeeeeesssss," she cried. "Yeeeeesssss, I want you!!! Stay with me, stay with meeeeee!!"
He yanked his hand out quickly and mounted her, slipping his hard cock into the slimy tunnel and fucking her with a hard, steady rhythm. He was hot and ready again. His third cum of the day. He felt the heat inside her boil over. She was even more ready than he was!
"All right, Harriet, here it is-take everything I've got!!"
"Give it to me! Fuuuccckkk mmmeee!!" She raised to meet him, let the pile driving young cock spear deeply into her, felt the hard pressure as his cum readied itself. Her belly tightened in a spasm of rapture. "I'mmm cuuummmmiiinnnggg," she cried, "Now, oh God, NOW!!!"
Only the waves heard the cry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
by noon the following day Mike had arranged for the trip to Maui. Harriet refused to check out of the Bay Inn, her reservations had been for two weeks and she was concerned about gossip or speculation. It was better to keep the suite and use it as a base of operations. After all, she didn't know if Mike would really do as he promised. He claimed that his uncle owned a small beach place on Maui, and Harriet would be able to stay there if she wanted to.
Harriet wasn't too sure that was what she wanted. Mike's standards of living were considerably lower than her own, and she had no desire to spend any length of time in some tiny, uncomfortable shack. Mike's family was poor, she knew. Last night driving back from the beach, he had pointed out the street on which he lived in the village. It was little more than a rutted trail of shacks.
But she did not refuse the trip to Maui he suggested; not with the two cousins he promised. Mike had stayed the night with her in her room, lying naked against her, warm and delightful. She was too tired to demand any further sex. The session on the beach had drained her completely. But with rest, morning brought the familiar gut sensations of lust. She woke to find him already gone, a brief note saying he'd left to make the arrangements for the trip.
When he came back close to noon, he was all smiles. "We can fly out at two this afternoon," he said. "I've already told them here at the hotel that I'm finished."
"Was that wise?"
He shrugged. "I can't skip out for a couple of days and expect them to hold the job open for me. Besides, I thought we had decided...." He squinted at her, then grinned disarmingly.
They had talked last night, and she had let herself be led into his plan. She would pay him the two-hundred dollars and he would plan her vacation for her.
She nodded. "Of course. Maybe I should pack a bag." She turned to the bedroom.
He said, "You won't need much, I plan to keep you naked just about the whole time."
She felt herself blush and was angry at herself. She was getting just what she wanted, why should she feel peculiar about it now that it was accomplished. It was just-she wasn't used to him talking so freely about it, she guessed. She went into the bedroom and opened the closet. Her suitcases were neatly stacked on a shelf. She called to Mike to lift one down for her.
"The smallest one, please."
He lifted it down and put it on the luggage rack. Then he turned to her and put his arms around her ample waist. "You're not sorry, are you?" His dark eyes were intent on her face, questioning.
"Of course not," she said quickly.
"You scared?"
"No, what makes you say a thing like that?" She felt her cheeks go hot again.
"Look, there's nothing to worry about, I swear. My uncle works at the airport and my aunt is a maid in a hotel over there. The kids are alone all day, every day. My aunt will thank me for entertaining them and giving them something to do. Don't worry, well be careful and be sure no one sees us." He slid his hands under the loose robe she wore and stroked her flesh.
She was alive and tingling at the touch. Yes, she wanted him, and she wanted to go to Maui. She was foolish to worry. She smiled and nodded. "You're right...."
"Of course I am. There's nothing to worry about." He rubbed upward and found her breasts. He pushed upward, lifting the heavy domes from her ribcage and bouncing them lightly on his palms. Tingles raced through Harriet's body. He found the hard tips of the nipples and brought them from their coral beds, turgid and ripe.
"Open it," he said, glancing at the robe.
She undid the belt and pulled the edges back to uncover her body. She was naked under it, and his eyes made a quick circuit of her body, from tits to crotch. He flicked a pink tongue over his smiling lips.
"Take it off," he said. "I have to pack-"
"There's time...."
She slid the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. His hands sought her eagerly, roaming the valleys and mountains of flesh. She was breathing hard now and she was dizzy with need.
"Take off my pants," he said.
Mesmerized, she reached for the snap and zipper, pushed the jeans from his hips. Her gaze would not leave the lovely crop of hair and sex tools it found. Her hand went to him.
"Nice ... play with it and get it hard...." He was still smiling and fondling her. One of his hands was at her cunt now, rubbing sensuously in the thicket of hair and soothing the pulsating mounds of erotic flesh.
She took his cock, held the soft loose flesh in her palm. A small sound escaped from her throat as he probed into her cunt with two fingers.
"Let's lie on the bed," he said, moving her by tugging at the hairy crotch with his curled fingers.
Heart pounding, Harriet slid onto the bed, fell flat across the satin spread. He was over her instantly, fingering her vagina and clitoris, kissing her heavy breasts, licking her nipples and neck. He moved his body so her hand pulled at his cock, showing her what he wanted. She pumped at him, slowly at first then faster as his motions gained speed. The prick was coming alive, growing in her fist and hardening with urgency. He kissed her, full on the mouth, tongue forcing her lips open and then searching for hers. Lust seared her and she responded wantonly. He was as much a lover as any man she had ever had! More! She grabbed him and pulled him onto her.
He lay atop her, humping his body on hers without putting his cock into her tunnel of love. She tried to force it in, shoving with her hand, but he pulled back and wouldn't allow it. She moaned and let go, freeing her hand to hold him tightly against her naked flesh. He still wore his shirt but had kicked aside his jeans as they fell on the bed. She gripped his tight, round boy ass and urged him closer. His cock slid between her legs and she damped her thighs to it. He made fucking motions in the fleshy trap. She felt the hot wetness of his pre-seminal fluid as he covered her mouth with another hard, probing kiss.
"Mike ... ohhhhh, I'm so hot-don't make me wait-"
"It's that much better when you have to wait for it, baby," he said. He was grinning at her and had not stopped the pounding motions with his penis between her legs. The tool was high enough on her body so it scraped against the coarse hairs of her cunt, and the scratchy feeling excited him. His cock was swollen to full extent now, the head bulging and dribbling readiness. He saw the wild look in her eyes. She was hotter than hell, wanting him bad. She was really something for an old fucking doll, but he was beginning to really enjoy her. She was his passport to freedom. She was going to get him out of this lousy place for good.
"I'm going crazy," Harriet moaned. "Don't tease-"
"Want it in your cunt or your mouth?" he asked.
"Ohhh," the words drove her wilder. She didn't know what she wanted.
"When we get to Maui," he said, "you won't have to make decisions like that...." He brought his knees under him and spread her legs.
"What do you mean?" She felt the tip of his hot loaded rod burn the curtains of her cunt. He reached down and spread the thick red folds with his: fingers, rubbing each tissue and tickling the clitoris before he inserted the tip of his prick.
"You can have both," he said, pushing the cock into her very slowly.
She tried to raise herself and force him deep but he held her down. He wanted this to be his way. He was in perfect control, and he liked the idea of her begging him. "Both?"
"Sure, I told you about that book I read. You can have a cock in your cunt and one in your mouth. Imagine how it will feel. Close your eyes and think about it."
Unable to resist, she closed her eyes. His cock began to drum into her steadily, slowly and deeply. His balls slapped against the pale fleshy buttocks; his pubic hair tangled with her each time he leaned forward to scrape his cock along her clitoris as he pushed into the hot hole.
"Yeeeeessss...." She could imagine it, she could almost taste it. God, she was hot. With a sudden movement, she raised her legs and clamped his body. He put up no resistance. He knew she was ready now and there was no denying her. He increased the tempo of his strokes and let his own passion erupt. He was getting good at fucking, he knew. Funny how some concentrated practice with a skilled woman turned him into an expert so fast. And he was an expert when it was a matter of making Harriet cum!
Her eyes opened momentarily and he saw the glazed expression. "That's so good," she said hoarsely. "I like the way you fuck."
"It's supposed to be good, honey. I've got a nice fat prickful waiting for you whenever you want it. You like my prick?"
"I love it."
"Want to eat it?"
"No-don't take it out, my God, don't take it out!" She clutched at him and held him.
He laughed. "Okay, I won't. Not this time. But someday I want you to lick your cunt juice off it and let me cum in your mouth again. I dig that-"
"Yes, yes, anything you say, but fuck me, fuck me and make me go out of my mind."
He worked hard at her, driving and pulling, grinding and tugging. Her passion mounted steadily, and her eyes rolled so he could see only thin crescents of white under the heavy lids. Her breath rasped and grated, small groans erupted like barks from an animal. She was hot.
Harriet lost all sense of time and reason. Her body was flaming, consumed by the lust he had kindled in her. It had never been like this, never before. Dull, prosaic Doug with his unimaginative sex action had bored her. The young men she discovered after Doug's death were fun, thrilling and wild, but even they did not compare with this boy. What was it? The thought of being alone with him whenever she wanted him? The idea of enjoying more young boys with no risk? The suggestion that she could have more than one at a time if she liked?
Maybe it was all of these things. It didn't matter. As long as she had this moment. And she did. The hot, swirling lava rumbled in her uterus. Huge rays of delight swept out from her clitoris and from the point of contact of his flesh on hers. She knew she was going to orgasm again, and she let it cum. The waves buffeted her, groaning and crying she tossed her head wildly and screamed her pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, oooohhhh, cuuummmmiiinnnggg, I'mmm cccuuuummminnnggg!" The heat exploded in her belly like a burst hot water boiler, flooding her with soothing yet wracking passion. The waves carried her up and dashed her down, only to lift her again and make her dizzy with a second cum. She was beyond feeling anything but the heady sensation of her own pleasure. It filled her totally, made her heavy with sated lust.
On her, Mike saw the second orgasm and smiled. He still had his load-he'd made her cum twice and he hadn't shot off. He'd try for three-let's see how she liked that.
He fucked harder, reached with one hand for a tit and massaged it as he worked. He was succeeding, he knew. He felt the interest in the cunt that had gone slack. It was tense and throbbing again. She was not finished-she would cum again. He raised his body, forcing his young cock hard against the back wall of her pussy. He felt the squish of thick muscle against his manhood. She was so wet and slimy it felt like his cock was being scalded, and it made him hornier than ever. He was beginning to dig this woman. No telling how many times he'd be able to fuck....
The head of his prick was slewing in her cunt juice and gurgling noises became sexy sounds in his ears. Good stuff, real good. He humped hard and fast, not caring now about her but needing his own cum, needing the relief of his own body now that he had excited it so. The pressure in his balls was like a thousand pounds of water pressing down on him when he wiped out surfing. It was like a rumbling volcano that was surging closer and closer to the opening. It was fire and hell.
"Jeeeezz! I'm gonna explode!" The warning was barely off his tongue when the dynamite detonated in his guts. The hot sperm shot from his testes, flamed along the length of his prick and ejaculated into the woman with a fury unbound. "Uuuuugggghhhh, aaaahhhh, jeeezzzzz!" He slammed into her, fell onto her heaving breasts and pushed himself harder with his elbows. It was like his insides were being dragged out through the tiny opening of the penis along with the hot flood of cum. Gasping, he finally came to rest still atop her panting body.
Harriet felt the explosion and could do no more than let herself be carried to glory with it. Her orgasm was triggered by the steaming swill of his cum, and her body poured out secretions to meet it and mingle with it. The orgasm left her speechless and breathless, barely able to breath.
It was a long time before conscious thought returned. And then the single impression she had was of being fused to this wonderful boy's body forever.
CHAPTER NINE
Harriet was nervous during the flight to Maui. She felt as if everyone was staring at her and Mike, knowing what they had been to each other and aware of their purpose in going to Maui. She sat in the plane with her gaze in her lap, leafing idly through a paperback book she'd picked up at the airport terminal. Beside her, Mike said nothing and was lost in his own thoughts.
He had called ahead to his cousins to make sure they were around. Left to their own devices, the two often took off for a full day's surfing or swimming at remote beaches some distance from their home in Wailuku. Mike didn't object at all to a remote beach, as long as he and Harriet went along with the two youngsters. Mike grinned and stared out the window. Harriet was sure quiet; he hoped she wasn't having second thoughts about the idea. If he played his cards right, it would work-he kept telling himself that. And she wasn't so bad now that he was used to her. He had few illusions about romance and that kind of crap. You made your own way in this lousy world, and where you went was up to you. And he was going places....
The plane touched down and taxied to the terminal. Harriet pushed the paperback book into her large purse and followed Mike from the plane. Were people staring? She clenched her jaws and looked straight ahead. She was nervous, she couldn't deny it. Maybe part of it was the excitement of knowing what lay ahead.
Mike skirted them past the buses and cabs waiting outside. He had taken the liberty of reserving a car, and he stood back to let Harriet make the final arrangements at the rental window. In less than half an hour they were underway. She drove, nervously, while he directed her. Since he didn't have a license, his own driving was confined to less populated areas where he had little chance of being caught. As soon as they got to his uncle's house, Mike would take over-m everything.
He pointed out sights to her as they wended through the thin traffic. She was beginning to relax a little, he thought. They turned onto a narrow street of nondescript houses and he pointed.
"That's it, over there. You can park in front."
She pulled the car to the curb and cut the engine. The house sat back from the street and was almost covered with vines and shrubbery. Brown-tipped palms obscured the windows and almost covered the peeling paint. It wasn't much.
Mike was out of the car, opening the door for her. "Come on."
She followed him down the path and looked around hesitantly as he knocked on the door. Maybe it had been a mistake to come. Mike rapped again; it was some minutes before the door opened. The interior of the house was dark and cool. For a moment she saw no one, then saw the boy peering from behind the edge of the door.
"Hey, Jimmy, how's it going?" Mike marched in, turning to motion to Harriet. She followed him inside and the youngster behind the door shut it quickly.
Her eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom and she looked at the room. A wicker and chintz couch stood along one wall, several straight wood chairs and one low monstrosity of plastic and chrome stood about. A coffee table piled with old newspapers and magazines. The entire place had the look of neglect and decay.
Harriet turned and studied the child who had let them in. Mike introduced him. "This is Jimmy. Where's Tony?"
The boy motioned toward the other room. Mike went through the doorway and Harriet was alone with Jimmy.
He was about twelve, she thought. A small child but with a wise face and big solemn eyes. He didn't know what to make of his cousin bringing a rich Mainlander, but he asked no questions, only stared.
"Hello," Harriet said. She was struck by the boy's serious manner and wondered if he ever smiled. Poor thing, looked neglected and unloved. Her heart went out to him. She smiled and moved closer. He didn't move but his eyes followed her every movement. It was as if he expected a blow.
She tried to reassure him. "My name's Harriet."
Still he only stood and stared. Harriet moved to the faded couch and sat, moving aside a torn jacket and a dog-eared comic book. Jimmy was not a beautiful child, but his dark hair and eyes set off small, regular features. He would grow up handsome, she thought. He wore a ragged pair of jeans and nothing else-no shirt or shoes. She looked at his thin chest, slender hips and skinny legs. Suddenly, she felt herself overwhelmed with concern for him. She wanted to take him into her arms and hold him, pet him and tell him the world was not the awful place his eyes reflected. She actually put her hand out, but withdrew it instantly. Confused, she looked down, and her gaze paused at his crotch. No mound of promise ... the loose jeans, an obvious hand down from some other child, hung over his thin hips and bagged about his thighs. Yet she felt a stir of excitement nevertheless. What lay under the worn cloth-what promise of pleasure and satisfaction? With a start she realized her fists were tightly clenched in her lap and her belly was churning with budding desire.
She looked up quickly as Mike returned with another boy in tow. This one was younger by several years and was a bit huskier than his brother. Wide shoulders and larger bones. And a beautiful smile. The boy was not the least bit bashful and came right to her and put out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Tony."
She had to laugh. "Hello, Tony. I'm Harriet." His hand was rough and warm and she clung to the small fingers with delight.
"Mike says we're going out to the beach place. Super, boy, I like that!"
Harriet laughed again. "Do you swim?"
"Sure. We used to live out at the beach until mom and dad got jobs in town. I wish we were still out there. I don't like the city.' She was amused at his denouncement of the town that seemed so small to her. But she supposed it represented the big town to two small boys who had never been anywhere else. "I think I'm going to like it too," she said.
Tony sat beside her on the couch and she was instantly aware of his body. Unlike his brother, he wore pants that were long ago outgrown. They pulled taut over his thighs and hips as he sat, and the trapped sex organs bulged at the left leg. The lovely small mound seemed to pulse as she stared at it and Harriet's mouth overran with saliva. She swallowed quickly but could hot look away.
Mike said, "Let's get going then, no sense sitting around here when we can be out at the beach place. Come on, you two, in the car."
With whoops of joy the two youngsters ran from the house. Grinning, Mike followed them, letting Harriet close the door and follow. The two boys were already in the back seat with Mike giving them some whispered instructions. He turned when she neared and opened the car door for her.
"I'll drive, okay?"
She nodded, only too willing to let him. Moments later the car was under way. In back, the two were quiet now, and Harriet glanced back at them. Jimmy was staring out the window fixedly but Tony was watching her. He smiled when she caught his eye.
Drawn to him like a magnet, Harriet began to question him about himself, school and other things of interest to a small boy. He was almost eleven, he told her proudly, and his brother was two years older. He liked a lot of things, including swimming, surfing, candy, ice cream, dogs and cars. He didn't like school or washing dishes. Harriet had to laugh at his solemn pronouncements. She tried to draw out the other child, but he answered in monosyllables. Yet she had the feeling that it was only shyness and not fear that kept him isolated.
The beach place was on the other side of the island and off a rough dirt road. The drive took slightly under an hour. The sun was hot and the breeze fanned them through the open windows. When Mike pulled the car into a narrow rutted trail between thick green foliage, Harriet had the feeling they were removed from the rest of the world by more than miles.
The boys jumped out and Tony opened the door for her. She stood on the hot sand, feeling the heat rise to her yet not uncomfortable because of the tangy salt breeze that came from the sea. The house was small with a thatched roof and bare walls. What passed for windows were covered with screen that had rusted in the damp air. Beyond the house, some hundred feet across glittering white sand, the waves beat the shore in steady rhythm.
Mike used a key and had the door open in seconds. The padlock was more for show than safety, she thought. Anyone could pull off a screen and climb in easily. But the lock seemed to have the desired effect. The house inside was untouched.
And it surprised Harriet. Two rooms, small, but neat and fairly clean except for the layer of sand that had seeped through the cracks and screens to cover the floor and furniture with a thin haze of gray. They were standing in a sitting room-kitchen. Beyond, through the archway, she saw the other room was completely filled by the large bed. Again she was surprised that the bed was clean, freshly made with crisp sheets and a light blanket, two pillows. She had thought the house abandoned, but perhaps she'd misunderstood.
Mike was running water in the sink, digging towels from a cupboard below it. "It's not as bad as it looks," he said, turning to smile at her. "There's even a small bathroom." He pointed to a door on the other side of the room. "Jimmy, bring Harriet's suitcase in." He tossed the car keys to the child. "It's in the trunk."
Jimmy scurried out and was back moments later with the case. He set it on a chair in the bedroom.
"Okay," Mike said, "how about a swim for you two while Harriet rests?"
The boys didn't need further encouragement. They ran outside quickly. Mike looked at her. "Well, you're the boss, what now?"
"I-" She knew what he meant and felt suddenly nervous again. "You're sure no one will come here?"
He shook his head. "Positive. This part of the island isn't on the tourist maps and I know everyone who lives around here. There isn't another house for three-quarters of a mile, and those people are living in the city too. This section used to be a small village, but when the tourist business got big in the islands, everyone moved closer in where the jobs were. The land is no good for farming right along here-too rocky. There are plenty of other beaches to attract people, so this one hasn't been disturbed. Most of the people have just hung onto the land and houses and use them weekends or for vacations. No one lives here all the time any more."
"The boys parents ...?"
"I told you, both working. Jimmy called them and told them I was coming out and we were going off together. They won't worry."
She felt reassured but still not completely at ease. She moved toward the tiny bedroom. She was warm and sticky, a swim would feel good. She opened the suitcase and took out her swim suit. In the doorway, Mike smiled and watched her slip out of the muumuu and bra and panties she had insisted on wearing while they traveled. She tugged on the one piece suit and kept her back to him during the whole process. It was as if she was shy all of a sudden. He didn't know why she bothered with the suit; there was no one here to see them, and the two kids were already in the surf bare-assed-as Mike himself would be in moments. Well, she'd come around....
He walked with her to the beach. Harriet saw with relief that they were in a small cove, isolated from the rest of the shoreline neatly. It gave her a sense of privacy that she admitted she wanted. , The two young boys were already splashing and diving in the blue water. Their laughter was muted by the waves, but the smiles on their faces told her they were enjoying themselves. Suddenly, she was very glad she had come, that she had followed Mike's advice.
She walked into the water and was surprised at its warmth. Moments later she was swimming and felt cool over her entire body. It was refreshing and delightful. She turned to look at Mike who was still on the beach. He was stripping off his jeans and shirt, walking into the water naked. She realized now why he had smiled so when she changed into her swimsuit! It had never occurred to her that they would swim nude!
Quickly she turned to look at Jimmy and Tony. Were they also naked under the surface of the water? They had to be! They had brought no swim suits from the house in the city, and they had not gotten any from the tiny bungalow. She glanced to the sand again and saw the tiny piles of cloth.
Her heart pounded as she swam toward Tony. He was laughing and splashing as he darted away from his brother after splashing him by running his hand swiftly over the top of a small wave. Jimmy yelled and went after him, diving under the surface and coming up spitting water. Tony swam from him with powerful strokes, heading right for Harriet. She stood on the sandy bottom and held out her arms. The boy didn't see her until he barged right into her. She laughed and closed her arms around him, capturing him close and holding him against her body. Her hands felt the cool wet flesh and the thinly fleshed bones. They moved on him, down his torso to his firm little boy ass. Harriet's heart pounded heavily and she could hardly breathe. Tony squirmed against her, then pushed and darted away laughing. With a quick motion, he rolled onto his back and floated, his body clearing the surface in spots and barely under it in others. His tiny boy cock bobbed on the surface like a beckoning finger.
CHAPTER TEN
Harriet stared. Even under the soothing water, she felt her cunt tighten and begin to warm. She wanted to touch out to him, hold the lovely tool that floated past. She must have made a small sound because Mike was suddenly beside her, his body against hers, his cock teasing her bare flesh at the thigh.
"How does he look?" he asked very softly.
She looked at Mike, unable to answer. He saw the truth in her eyes. This was what she had come for, this was what she wanted. She wanted that baby cock to love as her own.
"You say the word and he'll go inside with you. He's a good kid, you won't have any trouble with him."
She had to know. "Is he a virgin?" Her throat was tight.
"Sure, I told you, they both are."
"But-" Questions plagued her and she tried to regain the confidence she'd had with Ben yesterday.
"Look, kids are horny little bastards," Mike said. "And they're plenty damned curious. As long as you don't hurt them, they're willing to learn all they can. Go on, take him-here or inside. You want Jimmy now too?" He turned as if to call to the boys and she put a hand out to stop him.
"No, let me do it my way." She glanced at the shack, thinking about the freshly made bed. "Just Tony-for now."
Mike grinned and winked. "Okay, Jimmy and me will horse around out here."
Harriet moved toward Tony and caught him again as he came up from a dive. He held out a lovely pink and white shell to her.
"A present," he said.
She took it. "Thank you." Almost as though he understood her thoughts, the boy began to swim lazily toward shore. Harriet followed, unable to take her eyes off the gleaming wet naked flesh cutting through the water. When he reached shallow water, he stood up and in awe she watched the water drip down his golden brown skin. His tiny dick hung like a small waterspout, a thin stream collecting and dripping from its tip. More than anything, Harriet wanted to lick him dry and taste the saltiness of his flesh. Eagerly, she ran from the water and took his hand. He asked no questions as she led him up the beach to the house. The air inside felt cool on her wet skin, and she picked up the large beach towel she had taken from her suitcase. She dried herself hurriedly so she would not drip water all over the floor.
"If you take your suit off, I'll hang it out on the line for you."
Amazed, she nodded and slipped the straps of the wet suit down from her shoulders. The boy stood watching without embarrassment as she peeled the suit off and handed it to him. Did all the island children take nudity so for granted?
A second later he was back and smiling at her. She still held the beach towel. "Come here and let me dry you," she said.
Obediently, he moved to her. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to towel his thin body. So slim, so young ... his shoulders, his chest, his flat belly. She breathed through parted lips, feeling the pressure rise in her chest and belly. His wonderful youthful genitals, the small sausage cock limp over empty balls....
She lifted it and worked the towel under and around it, examining as she did the layer of foreskin that covered the head of the organ. He stood very still and let her do whatever she wanted. His eyes were bright and followed her movements with interest. He reached down and took the towel from her hands and tossed it aside. She sighed and drew him onto the bed next to her.
He lay flat at the pressure of her hands. She touched him gently, first barely holding his tool, then taking it more firmly and beginning to work with it. She watched the foreskin stretch and expose the small bulb of pink beneath. The tiny slit winked at her like a beacon and she whimpered. Her need was developing quickly, her cunt warm as her juices began to flow. The coolness of the swim dissipated and the warmth of lust began.
"Tony...." She was scarcely aware of breathing his name. "Yes'm?"
She smiled, not knowing what to say next.
"Feels good," he said as she skinned the loose skin back from his cock and pushed it with her fist. "I like that."
She laughed softly. "Yes, I do too." Slowly, she began to pump her hand on the piece slowly. It was still flaccid, but it was warm and tender and exciting. She raised it so she could examine him minutely, touch the ridged sacs that would someday contain his manhood. She ran her finger along the crevice of his ass, and he turned to give her a better advantage. There was no shyness about him, he was eager to learn and be taught. Harriet's hands trembled as she rolled him back to face her and lay down beside him.
"You are a lovely child," she told him.
"Yes'm. Ma'am?"
"Yes, Tony?"
"Can I touch you? I mean your-you know, your titties?" He looked at her with the incredible dark eyes.
She wanted to laugh and to hug him all at once. "Of course you can-anywhere, everywhere!" She eased closer to him without letting go of his prick. It was still dormant, but it thrilled her to hold it anyhow.
He reached his hand to her breast and stroked it gently. The touch was like butterfly wings caressing her and Harriet shuddered with delight.
"Ahhh, that's nice," she said. He seemed almost afraid to touch hard. "Play ... with the nipple ... oh, yes, that's the way." His tiny fingers found the sunken mass of coral flesh and tapped at it. The cool swim had sunken it to its fullest recess and the cone was soft and puckered.
"Why is it darker?" he asked.
She laughed. "I don't know, darling, it just is. Mmmm, yes, do that-more-oh, yes!"
He was probing more deeply now, trying to force a response from the slumbering tip. Her body felt tiny Shockwaves of pleasure and she felt the first stirring in the mammary glands. The tight feeling that would soon pop her nipple out for him, bring it to suck stage. She fondled his cock and moaned softly.
"Yes, Tony darling, harder-"
He felt the rosebud nipple begin to swell under his touch. It felt funny, but it was somehow exciting. Mike hadn't told him much what to expect except that the woman wanted to be with young boys. Tony had no idea what she would do next, but he liked what he was doing now-and what she was doing to him. He'd never had anyone hold his pecker like that before. It kind of gave him goose bumps. Sometimes when he was alone he held his own piece, fondling it and enjoying the funny creeping sensations he could evoke from it. But this was different, and he liked it very much.
The little core popped from the center of her tittie and he laughed with delight and grabbed it between his fingers. At the same time he put his other hand to the other tit and began to play with it. The second nipple popped almost instantly, much to his delight.
Harriet was breathing harder now, unable to control the steadily rising lust. She wanted to move slowly, to savor each instant of her time with the child, yet she wanted everything quickly too. She wanted to taste him, to have him taste her; to finger him and have him insert his hand and tongue in her pussy. And finally, she wanted to feel this tender young rod slip inside her body and warm her; she wanted to float on the ecstasy of orgasm.
She couldn't wait. She moved, bending to cover his cock with her hungry mouth. She had to harden him and have him. Greedily, she gobbled at him and he yelped in surprise but did not resist. She tasted the saltiness of his skin and pretended to herself that it was cum juice instead of ocean residue. She licked it off, sucked the limp tool hard to draw the small bulb of the head from the loose sheath.
Hey, let me watch," he said, pulling free of her breast. He half sat up eager to see what she was doing to his cock.
Harriet moaned and wriggled her body around so her hips were close to his and her head was cradled in his lap. "Touch me," she whispered. "Oh, God, please touch me-"
He hesitated, but when she grabbed his hand and directed it to the patch of hair at the triangle of her legs, he knew what she wanted. He curved his fingers into the bush and pressed hard.
"Oh, yes ... do it-" She dropped her head and took his dick in her mouth again.
Watching her he was fascinated by the way she snaked up and down on him. She held the base of his prick in her fingers, forcing it to stay upright so she could get a better grip on it with her lips and tongue. Each time she came down on him, she forced the foreskin back to the base of the organ as far as it would go. Each time she came up, she drew it like a veil over the bulging head. He was beginning to feel funny inside, even more peculiar than when he masturbated. He was sure he was going to get hard-an occurrence that had only happened rarely in his young life.
Harriet felt the small cupped hand at her pussy. He was so warm, the heat from his flesh penetrated her skin, radiated deep into her body and excited her tremendously. She stroked him, searching under his weight to touch his ass and the dark moist cavern between his legs. Her tongue licked and flicked at the delicious baby cock, willing it to stiffen and please her. Did she feel the first tremor in it? The salt had all been licked from him now, and he was sweet and tempting to her tongue. She wanted him, oh, how she wanted him.
She wriggled, forcing his hand harder to tell him what she wanted to have done to her. His fingers wiggled into the thick bush and found the wet tissues of her cunt. Yes, that was the way, play there, she sent thought words to him. She moved her hips and insinuated his hand deeper. The thin fingers entered her pussy and she gasped with delight.
She was so wet, he was surprised. But it felt good. Her heat and the thick slime covered his fingers in seconds, and he was able to sink far inside her. It was like reaching into an oven and feeling the overwhelming heat envelope him. She was bouncing and jiggling, demanding that he move inside her.
He did. He began to slide his hand back and forth, tugging and pushing at the thick pulpy walls, enjoying the new sensations that filled him. Her mouth was as hot on his cock as her cunt was on his hand. He worked harder and faster in her, enjoying the wet smacking noises that gurgled from her body. His hand was almost swallowed up now in the yawning cunt cavern as she spread her legs wide and renewed her invitation to him. And the harder he went at her, the harder she sucked him. He liked that. His belly felt warm and tingly, like a thousand needles were prickling at his insides. And his cock was beginning to strain like it was going to come up. Boy, this was wild.
He heard the sound behind them and looked toward the door. Mike and Jimmy were standing in the doorway watching them; Mike was grinning widely and put his finger to his lips for quiet.
Let them enjoy it, too, Tony thought, as long as I get to be here with her.
Tony was having a ball, Mike saw instantly. And Harriet was really turned on. Look at her go, man, she was like to eat the cock right off the kid! Mike's cock jerked and stirred from its nest of hairy balls and began coming up. Jeez, it was exciting to watch them play around. Would Jimmy get hard too? He glanced at his young cousin who was staring in awe at the woman and child on the bed.
Jimmy had never dreamed anything like this would happen. Mike hadn't said much when he called, only that he was bringing a friend. Somehow, Jimmy knew that this whole thing was planned, and it was something that was not to be told around, especially to his parents. He knew he should be upset, maybe even walk out, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see everything.
He darted a quick look at his cousin who was watching the couple on the bed intently. Mike's dick was hard, sprung almost perpendicular from his crotch and stabbing the air. Jimmy knew what that meant-Mike was horny, ready to fuck, maybe even to cum. Jimmy had never thought of his cousin as old enough to fuck, but he realized quickly now that he certainly was. Had he already fucked this woman?
Mike licked his lips and moved toward the bed, climbed close to Harriet.
"Ooohh, man, my dick's so shitting hard I can't stand it! How about feeling my dick up your pussy while you suck the kid?"
Harriet jerked up in surprise. She hadn't heard Mike enter the house. His suggestion rang in her ears, and her head spun.
"Oh, God, yes!" What a wonderful idea. He had talked of it before and now she was going to experience it! A cock in her cunt and one in her mouth! Even if the little one between her lips was still soft and pliable, it made no difference. The soft cock would excite her while the big one took her.
"Keep your hand there," Mike told Tony. Harriet rolled so her hips were flat and Mike boarded her. Tony's hand held the wet pussy wide open and Mike slithered his dick into the gaping maw. Fire and oil. Hot and thick. Ready and fucking. Mike slammed into her.
Harriet spun into a heavenly whirl of passion. Her body was twisted so she could take the whole hardening cock of the younger boy in her mouth. It was sweet and growing firm now, not rock hard like the dick up her snatch, but building its own head of steam. Each time Mike thrust his dagger into her open love, Harriet let the smaller cock spear along her tongue and tickle her palate. Her mouth was overflowing with hot cum and the bubbling, frothing prick. Was the child's hand still in her? She could not longer tell. The heat and lust consuming her made her body a single aching need.
Mike shoved at her, pushing her flat on the bed so he could push in deeper. Tony grunted and quickly rolled over her, his cock dangling over her, his cock dangling over her hungry open mouth and just as quickly swallowed again by it. The younger boy hugged her head between his knees, his body arched over her face and began to hump his dick into her eager mouth. The strain inside his guts was intolerable, and he knew he had to have what she wanted him to have.
Harriet lay beneath the two children. When she looked up, she had an exciting and sexy view of Tony's balls and ass flapping and flopping above her face. Her mouth took his rod, devouring it with each thrust and letting go only enough for him to gain steam for another. Somehow the two boys had established a matching rhythm, and the two cocks seemed to search for each other deep in her soul. Her own secretions were pouring freely, readying her uterus and cunt for the powerful orgasm that lay beneath the surface and was steadily being driven upward by the pounding passionate pricks.
She dimly heard Mike yell. "Aaaaggghhh, jeeeezzzz, NOW! NOW!!
The hot flood spurted in her, triggering the mighty climax to which she had been building. Her cum spurted like hot lava, filling every millimeter of space that was not already occupied by the thick, blood-filled shaft of Mike's body and the bubbling head of cum that erupted from his cauldron.
She gurgled and groaned, not willing to let go of the hot little poker in her mouth. She wasn't sure if she tasted a quick spurt of hot pre-seminal fluid or if it was the satiating fullness from her own orgasm that sweetened her mouth. But she came, and she came some more, in wild beating waves that left her helpless and weak.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She lay dazed and happy. The boy cock was still in her mouth and she nuzzled it gently, like a puppy seeking milk at its mother's tit. She was on her side, her face still pressed to Tony's crotch and his warmth flowing through her. Mike had climbed off but the lingering heat of his passion was wet between her thighs. She knew she should get up, but she didn't want to move and break the spell.
It was the murmur of voices that finally made her stir.
"Why didn't you?"
"I dunno."
"Scared?"
"Maybe ... a little."
Harriet raised her head and opened her eyes. She peered over the naked ass of the boy curled against her and saw Mike standing near the bed talking to Jimmy. The younger boy shot a quick glance at the bed, at her, then looked away. She saw the reason for his hesitation.
His cock had risen to something of an erection-obviously while he watched the fuck session on the bed. Yet he had not joined in because he was shy. Her heart swelled with love and desire.
"Poor darling," she whispered and when he looked at her, she beckoned to him and patted the bed beside her. Tony moved and looked at her with a grin.
"Wow!" he said.
"Come here, Jimmy," Harriet insisted.
Mike gave him a small shove and the boy stumbled toward the bed. Harriet grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Let me help," she said.
She turned and rolled her head into his lap, taking the stiffened tool in her hand and touching it gently. She ran a fingertip along the ridge of flesh where the head thickened away from the shaft, tickling the tiny cord where his nerve endings concentrated. He sucked air into his lungs noisily. She glanced up and tried to reassure him with a smile.
"Relax, Jimmy, you'll see-it's great!" Tony was an eager advertiser now. He sat up, watching his brother and Harriet with rapt attention.
Harriet slid the tip of her finger into the tiny slit of Jimmy's cock. A minute drop of moisture rewarded her. She lifted her finger to her mouth and licked it off, then sank onto him to take his shaft into her oral tunnel of love. Mmmm, sweet and salty. She licked it like an ice cream cone, finding every crevice and tuck where a speck of salt might linger from the swim. Only when she had satisfied herself that she had gotten every one did she come down on him and begin fellatio.
The boy sat still, both pleased and scared by the myriad feelings that assailed him. His own body had surprised him when his cock stiffened while he watched the action of the two other boys and the woman. Now it surprised him even more by responding so readily to the woman's play. He liked what she was doing! He liked it very much.
Harriet was growing hot all over again. Would she ever get enough of this wonderful kid stuff? No, she would never tire of it. These boys tasted so good; she found more pleasure in having them without the hard spurts of cum that intercourse usually brought from a male partner. The very innocence of the virgin pricks delighted her palate, and gave her a new sexy pleasure she had never known. She wanted this to go on forever.
She hugged her legs together, still filled with the heavy cum Mike had poured into her. Maybe it was that that helped spread the glow in her body and make her anxious for the other boys. Maybe ... anyway, it helped. Her clitoris throbbed as she tightened her muscles and the hot sticky slime oozed over it. The cock in her mouth was rigid now, spearing into her mouth each time she fell to it. She could feel the foreskin ride back and forth with her thrusts, cover then expose the sensitive underskin below his prick head. The tiny bulb seemed very warm now, and a glowing heat radiated through her entire body. Her hands sought the child's flesh, pressing and prying, finding the most intimate places. Her naked tit rubbed over the cool flesh of the boy's leg and even that excited her.
"Play with her." Mike's command was soft but she heard it clearly. Instantly, small hands touched her body, tantalizing her breast and belly, teasing the hairy entrance to her cunt, caressing her rump. She realized with delight that there were many of them, many hands on her. Six? Yes, all of the boys were eagerly pawing her flesh and driving her into a frenzy. She almost lost the beat of the fellatio she was performing on Jimmy but gasped and found it again quickly. The creamy sludge oozed from her cunt and smeared over her fat thighs as a hand entered her. Fingers danced in her cunt, pulled at her clitoris, seethed along the lips of her labia. In ... out ... in ... out....Oh, God, she was so hot!
An orgasm rocked her and took her totally by surprise. He body quivered, hips rising and falling, torso twisting as the flames licked at her and scorched her. She wasn't sure what or who had triggered the cumming, and she couldn't waste time thinking about it. She was too busy enjoying it. The nicest part was that none of the action stopped. Even when the waves of pleasure ebbed, the hands were busy at all parts of her body, and almost instantly she reversed direction and began climbing toward passion again.
"Want her to blow you or you want to stick it up her pussy?" Mike asked.
Jimmy's voice was thick. "I dunno-"
"Christ, have you ever had a piece of tail?"
"What?"
"Hell-"
Strong hands pulled Harriet's head up, forcing her to let go of the swollen, throbbing boy cock. She whimpered and tried to get it back.
"He's going to fuck you-" Mike grinned and laid her down as he pulled the other boy over her.
"Spread for him."
Dazed, she moved her legs, bringing her knees up to form a captivating V with her legs. Jimmy was between them then, staring down at the wet red tunnel of love that was exposed for his sight and his shaft.
"Oh, wow-"
"Hey, whyn't you let me do that-?" The plaintive cry from Tony.
"You'll get your chance."
"Look, my dick's still hard-"
"Put it in her, Jimmy. Shove it right up there. Yeah, that's the way."
The searing flesh of Jimmy's prick touched the swollen labia, jiggled back and forth as the boy gripped his tool and tried to aim it at her.
"Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh" There, he was in the right spot now. Yeeessss, put it in-all the way in!"
The lovely slippery screwdriver slid into her. For a second, Harriet couldn't breathe. Fire and passion burst in her, and the entry triggered another quick orgasm before she had time to think about it. She heaved upward, sinking him to the hilt and feeling his scrotum slap against the twin spheres of her ass. Her cunt was so wet and so hot. She was going out of her mind.
"Aaaaggghhh."
"Now fuck her." Mike grabbed Jimmy's hips and showed him how to move back and forth inside the woman's body. Harriet fell against the twisted sheet, damp and sweaty now with her exertion and hot with new lust climbing. Behind her, Tony grabbed for a swaying tit and pinched at the nipple.
Jimmy felt the oozing slime of the cunt on his cock. It was hotter and much more exciting than he had imagined anything could be. He felt like his belly was going to explode, and he wondered if it was possible for him to cum like a man when he was still a kid. He dug the throbbing column of male flesh as far into her as he could, letting his body come against the tightly curled and very wet pubic hairs. Her whole body was warm and sticky. The thick odor of her sweat and cunt filled the room.
"I'm going to cum," she said, looking up at him with glazed eyes.
Jimmy glanced at Mike to see if that was all right and Mike just grinned widely. "Hit her hard, Jimmy, give the little lady the goddamndest ride of her life."
"Ooooooooo, uuuummmmm, yeeesssss, I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg, I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" Harriet's whole body pitched into the frenzied orgasm. She bucked and heaved, pushing up into the heavenly male flesh. The little cock felt very hard and hot inside her and it stirred the wild mixture of cock and cunt juice that already filled her.
Jimmy felt the sudden change in his body and knew it was going to happen. There had been several times when he woke up at night and felt the hard pressure in his groin, only to discover that his penis was stiff and struggling for release. He always had to grab himself and hang on until the tiny spurt of hot liquid came and he finally felt release. Only now it was better-he didn't have to hold himself-the twitching hot pussy was hanging on to him for dear life. He couldn't get out if he wanted to-and he didn't want to. Harriet's legs were tight around him now, hugging him into the cavernous hole between her legs, dragging and draining at his tool until he knew it would give up a load for her. He gasped for air, hardly able to force it past his tight throat and into his burning lungs.
"Fuckkkk!" he shouted, "I'm cumming too! I'm gonna cuuummmm!!!"
She felt the hot spurt and it detonated another spasm of joy in her. She had lost count of how many times she'd orgasmed. They blended together in a lovely haze of pagan pleasure.
After a very long time she lay still on the bed and realized she was alone. Dreamily, she opened her eyes and looked about the room. The sun had vanished behind a hill and the room was dim. There was no sign of the three boys.
Had she fallen asleep? She pushed up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. They were like lead, and it took all her effort to stand on them. She had never been so satisfied in her entire life. Lovely, darling boys ... where were they?
She moved to the window and glanced toward the beach. Yes, they were there in the water; she could see the three heads bobbing on the surf. With a smile she walked from the cabin, not bothering now with a swimsuit. Naked she crossed the warm sand and waved.
Mike saw her and raised a hand in greeting. She waded into the water, splashing herself to accustom her body to the change in temperature. With the sun gone from the beach now, the water seemed cooler.
"You fell asleep," he said with a grin as he swam to her.
"I must have." She smiled. "It was good, huh?"
"Yes, it was good."
"The boys and I have been talking. They liked it too. They want to do it again, maybe try some other things."
She almost blushed at the thought. How casually this youth took sex and everything connected with it. Would she ever lose her own inhibitions and feel as free about the things she did-and wanted to do-as he did? She doubted it. She had too many years of frustration and reticence behind her.
The two younger boys raced over to her, eager to talk and to reach out to touch her; Tony's hand found her crotch underwater and petted it lovingly.
"Next time it's my turn to put my dick in there, Mike promised." He looked ecstatic at the idea.
Harriet had to laugh. "Yes, I'd like that."
Jimmy joined them and the four walked out of the water and onto the sand. They stood in a tight group, arms about each other and all the boys' hands touching the right places on her body. They were so tender and wonderful, she knew that she wanted to be with them forever. She shivered deliciously at the thought of longer and better sex sessions with them, and her body tingled in anticipation.
She was staring out over the water, letting the boys rub against her and fondle her breasts and ass. It was so quiet and peaceful here, nothing to disturb them but the cry of birds overhead.
"What the hell is going on here?" a rough voice demanded.
Harriet whirled and the boys' hands dropped from her as though burned by a hot poker. "Wha-?"
She found herself staring into the very angry face of a man dressed in white slacks arid shirt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harriet was dreadfully aware of her nakedness, and she felt confused terror. She glanced at Mike-he had said no one was around, that they were alone in this remote place.
Mike said, "How'd you get here-?"
The man frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is my house and these are my kids." He pointed angrily to Jimmy and Tony.
His kids! Their father?!! Harriet felt hot shame rise to her face. She opened her mouth but no words came out. The man was staring at her, his glance taking in her heavy breasts and the dark patch where her thighs met. It slid to the naked children near her, and somehow the look seemed to expose the lust and carnality of the afternoon.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Nothing, we were just taking a swim," Mike said. There was an edge of fear in his voice. Mike glanced at Harriet. "You're going to get cold, why don't you go get dressed?"
Anxious to get away, she turned quickly and hurried toward the house. Behind her she could hear the low voices of the man and the boy as the discussion continued.
Her fingers were trembling and clumsy as she tried to hook the bra and pull her underpants up over her damp skin. Fear had put a bitter taste in her mouth and her heart was pounding harder than the surf. They had been caught-did the man suspect what had been going on? My God, suppose he called the police? Could they arrest her?
She pulled the muumuu over her head and on. Through the window she could see the blurred images on the beach. They were still talking, and the man was waving his hands wildly. Mike was trying to calm him, touching his arm, talking quietly. After a few moments, the two began to walk along the sand, heading away from the cottage and past a grove of palms that shielded one end of the property. Jimmy and Tony had picked up their clothes and scurried out of sight.
Harriet listened to the sound of the waves for the space of several heartbeats. No matter what happened, she knew she could not stay here and face the shame that lay ahead. She would die if the boys' father returned with the police. What could she say? What would happen to her? Jail? Certainly exposure-enough publicity to ruin her life forever. No, she couldn't face it.
Quickly, she stuffed her wet bathing suit and towel-both of which lay on the floor where she had dropped them earlier when she came into the cabin with Tony-into her suitcase and jammed it shut. She could not stay here, she had to get away. She picked up the case and carried it to the door, listening for any sound that would betray the whereabouts of the others. Nothing. They had moved out of sight down the beach; the two young boys had vanished.
She dropped the suitcase into the back of the car and slid behind the wheel. They had taken a fairly direct route here, she was sure she could find her way back to town. And once there, she could ask directions to the airport. All she wanted was to get out of here as fast as she could.
She was still in a state of frozen shock when she reached the Bay Inn and tipped the bellboy for carrying her suitcase up to the suite. Shivering despite the warmth, she huddled in the large chair and stared out the window. Only one small light burned in the bedroom, and the darkness seemed to protect her and ease her shame. What was she going to do? The idea of returning to the mainland immediately, or at least fleeing the islands, tempted her. What had begun as a wonderful and thrilling vacation had suddenly turned into a miserable nightmare.
Suppose Mike and the man followed her here? Oh, God! She got up and paced the dark room. She couldn't sit still. The terror was too real and strong when she did.
She changed into another muumuu, this time leaving off the restricting underwear. She would walk on the beach and think. She had to think!
The sky was dark but alive with stars and a pale moon that hung beyond the fringe of palms along the coast. The sand was warm under her feet and she slipped off her sandals and carried them for greater comfort. She passed the low wall that marked the boundary of the hotel grounds and headed up the deserted beach.
She had been a fool to come here. She should have stayed with the glitter and crowds of Waikiki. She would have been safe there. Bored, but safe. There she could not have yielded to the temptation of young male flesh. She might have been able to find a beach boy some place to service her for a fee, just as she had so easily found Mike. But there would not have been the children-and the trouble now.
The thought of Jimmy and Tony made her chest tighten with remembered delight and pain. She had never known that anything could be so wonderful as the pleasure she'd had with them. Just thinking about it, her mouth watered for the taste of the delicious young cocks, and her cunt grew moist and began to lubricate. She moaned and tried to put her mind to other things, but the feelings of her body were too strong. She ran, stumbling in the loose sand, desperate to get away. But it was herself she was fleeing from, and she knew it was no use.
She had come a long way from the hotel and the tiny village near it. The beach here was deserted and she felt utterly alone. Weeping, she fell to the sand and covered her face with her hands. Would she ever be the same. Could she ever return to the life she had lived before, pretend none of this had ever happened? Right now she felt as though it were impossible, but time dulled all senses, and perhaps she would forget eventually.
Meanwhile she would have to suffer. The one thing she could not allow herself was to touch any other children-not even young men. She had been fooled by Mike, who looked older than his years. Even he was underage and her being with him might have serious repercussions. She had to stay away from all youngsters.
God! Could she? Her whole body ached with need. She could feel the wet slime at her thighs, and she wished now she had worn underpants. At least they would soak up some of the free-flowing cunt juice. She knew she should go back to the hotel, but the pain was so physical she could not move. She sat in a huddle, trying to calm her breath and her nerves. Finally she lay back on the sand and let the vagrant breeze flow over her.
Mike ... Jimmy ... Tony ... oh, God, if they were here now she would not be able to resist any one of them! She knew it, and the knowledge made her afraid again. She had to leave the islands and the temptation far behind. She would go first think in the morning. She would stop at the desk on her way back tonight and arrange a flight. By this time tomorrow, she could be three thousand miles from here.
She heard the tiny rustling sound at the edge of her consciousness and it took several moments to register. She turned her head but saw nothing. Her imagination? The wind in the palms?
God, how her body ached. It used to be this way so often when she had first discovered her own sensuality after Doug died and was in constant need of young men to take care of her. When she couldn't make contact or when she was waiting, it had been this same kind of pain and fire in her guts. She recognized it all too well-she wanted to be screwed. Her entire body needed it and longed for it. The excitement of the afternoon had not soothed her need, only put it dormant for a short time then rekindled it.
She curled on her side and drew her knees to her chest. She could not walk back to the hotel in this condition. She breathed heavily through her mouth, willing the passion to pass and leave her drained. It would not.
This time the sound was closer and accompanied by a whispered touch on her arm. She leaped up, terror raw in her throat. She stifled a scream as she saw the inquisitive dog sniffing at her. Her laugh was a nervous broken sound.
"Where did you come from?" she whispered to the animal.
The dog raised its head and wagged its tail. It was a large dog, perhaps part collie, but mostly mongrel. Its coat was long and unkempt. It poked its snout toward her and seemed to expect to be petted.
"You're a friendly thing, aren't you?" She patted the narrow head and the dog wagged its tail again. The dog settled comfortably, sitting close to her and watching her and waiting.
Absently, Harriet continued to pet the animal but now that her initial panic had passed, she could not block out her own problems. Once again her body trembled and her belly ached. The dog looked at her inquisitively.
She tried to laugh but no sound came out. She patted the dog, then clutched her belly as a new spasm of pain shook her. What was she going to do? The dog pushed a cold nose against her bare flesh at the thigh. She hadn't realized that her skirt had ridden high to expose her legs. What did it matter-there was no one to see? She fell back to the sand again and closed her eyes.
The dog stared at her for several seconds, then pushed his snout against her leg again and licked tentatively at her bare flesh. Harriet stirred but did not open her eyes. Her crotch was wet and burning, her heart was heavy and her mind was confused. She couldn't think straight, she couldn't shake off the memories and the dreams. Those wonderful children ... the exciting newness and daring of her escapades ... the joy of the cumming and cumming again....
She could almost feel the tender touch of Tony's hand at her cunt. So gentle, so sweet, so shy ... the tiny breath of feeling over her hot tissues, the easing inward Her eyes opened and she stared at the stars. It wasn't her imagination run rampant. It was the dog! Hunched over her, it had pressed its snout between her legs and was sniffing at her pussy. She lay very still, afraid to startle the animal and not wanting the beauty of the moment to vanish. Her body tensed and waited expectantly.
The dog flicked its tongue at the hairy bulge, and Harriet shivered. My God, it was as exciting as Tony's first touch! Maybe it was just her agitated state and her loneliness.
The dog lapped at her again, this time his tongue pushing deeper into the crevice of her "body and scraping over her clitoris. The shivers were violent this time and she dug her fingers into the sand to control them. The dog paused and looked at her inquisitively.
"Good dog," she said breathlessly. Her mind whirled and she closed it to everything but the moment at hand. She would not think beyond now, she couldn't....
The dog nuzzled into the crevice of her crotch again and set to licking with vigor. Harriet eased her legs farther apart and held her breath. The dog was. not frightened off by the move but encouraged. He lapped at the sticky wetness that had flowed from her, catching all the cunt juice along her fleshy thighs, then working at the cunt itself again. His tongue was rough and scraping on her swollen and throbbing tissues, and new Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her.
Eyes closed, Harriet-let her body take over. The lovely sensations of pleasure blotted out her thoughts, erased the pain of loneliness and fear. For the moment, she was at peace, except for the growing passion in her organs. But it had been there all along, the dog had only exposed it to the night. And the dog was bringing it to fruition. Maybe ... maybe she could cum....
"Yeeeesss...." She breathed the word into the night. If the animal heard, it made no response. It was intent on its licking of the slimy wetness as though the flavor of her body pleased it.
Harriet's belly tightened and a hot flood of need filled her. She wanted it-she wanted to be fucked "Oh, God! Put your tongue in deeper-" Had she said the words aloud or cried them in her mind?
For a moment she thought the dog had heard and understood. His tongue pushed and scraped at her labia, almost forcing them apart and gaining entry to her cunt. She moved her legs again, lifted her hips to spread herself wider. If she helped. She was insane with need and lust. She had to have something The dog backed away, growling softly. Harriet pushed aside her fear and raised herself on her elbows.
"Good dog," she coaxed, "good dog."
The animal rose from its haunches and stood over her. Against the background of light sand, she saw the dog's outline clearly-the thick body and long legs, a smooth underbelly devoid of the long hair that covered the rest of him. And just in front of the curve of the animal's hind legs-the sharp protrusion of the animal's penis sheath. A male dog ... a male dog....
A trick of her vision, or did the sex organ move as she watched it? It seemed to poke forward suddenly and slither from the hairy sheath. Harriet's breath caught in her throat. Without conscious thought, she moved her hands to her cunt and dribbled her fingers into the thick wetness inside. She gasped and fingered herself, soaking her hands in the gooey slime, enjoying the sudden contact of flesh against flesh. She withdrew one hand and offered the fingers to the dog. "Here, boy, here."
The dog growled softly and licked the fingers, gently at first, then roughly as though to be sure he did not miss a drop. She brought the other hand out for him, and he accepted it greedily. Again, she entered her own body and served up a tempting nectar for the animal.
There was no mistaking it now. The dog's cock was slithering from the sheath that covered it. Like a thick foreskin, she thought. Even in the pale moonlight and the reflections from the water she could see the glistening redness and wetness of the dog's tool. It was so different from a man's ... no hard bulging head, just a slimy snake fingering out in search of a bitch in heat.
Shaking, Harriet tried to coax the animal between her legs. The madness that had begun this afternoon at the beach cottage on Maui was full blown insanity now, and she could not think of anything but her own need.
"Come on, boy, come on...." Easy ... the dog moved and growled again. Was she putting herself in danger? What did it matter? Nothing mattered but finding peace for her burning cunt.
Suddenly the dog lunged. Harriet fell back onto the sand, startled and afraid. The dog stood over her menacingly, his jaws open and tongue lolling. Drops of saliva dripped onto her face and neck. She could see the dog's fangs as he hung above her.
He growled again, but this time the sound had new meaning. Harriet knew there was no threat in it, only animal lust. The dog had become excited, and it was ready to find its own satisfaction. The animal's body began to move in an unmistakable motion of attempted coitus. He hunched, bearing his weight on his hind legs, thrust. Whimpering, Harriet raised her hips and made contact with the furry belly of the dog. Instantly, the animal lunged harder as he sought entry. She could feel the thick hair brush against her naked belly and she felt the heat of the animal's body at her crotch. It lunged again, and this time the slippery thick cock touched her cunt. She almost screamed with anticipation and need.
"Aaaaagggghhhh-" She tried to position herself so the dog could enter her more easily. It was impossible, she was too low. The dog was snarling now with frustration. His paws were on her flesh, claws digging for a hold. She knew this would not work and that she had to turn over and let the animal mount her dog fashion. Breathlessly, she talked to him in soft tones and lifted his weight from her belly. In slow easy motions so as not to startle him, she eased from under him and rolled over on the sand. She heard the heavy throaty growl of warning.
"Good dog," she whispered and got to her knees. She jerked the muumuu high onto her shoulders and crouched, ass upraised, legs spread.
The animal was at her instantly, clambering onto her body, paws hugging around her hips. She could feel the thick claws dig into her flesh, but the pain was as exciting as the thought of what was to come. She felt the animal's body brush her ass as he searched for the hole he wanted. Several tries, each burning her whenever his ripe sex organ touched her flesh, then-ohhh, God! The tip of the hot tool caught her labia, found the soggy portal of passion. Another thrust-God-it slid out-again, humping and shoving at her ass-finding the right spot The world exploded in skyrockets of dizzying light as the animal's wet and slippery cock entered her. It was so incredibly hot she almost died. And big, much bigger than it had seemed. Extended to full length now and shoving deep inside her. The claws were biting into her skin, drawing blood, as the dog's lust boiled over. The hot slithering cock jerked and rode into her as firmly as it ever had any bitch in heat. The dog fucked hard and fast, driving himself all the way into the hot tunnel he had discovered.
Saliva dribbled onto Harriet's naked back. The heat of the animal's sex organ was higher than any human cock, and she was wild as her passion was fed by the flames. Her whole body was a tightly coiled spring, waiting for the release only the dog could give her. She felt no pain where he had scratched her flesh; her only pain was need.
The dog was panting and heaving at her. His cock seemed to swell to twice its size, and then The dog growled as it found fulfillment for its lust.
Harriet screamed as the hot load of dog semen erupted inside her like a volcano. The hot stuff bubbled and boiled from the dog's penis, spilling into her cunt and being whipped to a lather by the driving piston of the cock. The draining of the tool took only seconds, but the fire seemed to last forever. Harriet's own orgasm exploded in a might burst, pouring out her thick cum to mingle with the animal's.
Aaaarrrggghhh!!" She wanted to scream and cry her delight to the world. Instead she buried her face in the sand and tasted the sand in her mouth and nostrils.
The dog backed off her almost instantly. Numb and weak, Harriet crumbled to the beach and lay still.
When she opened her eyes, the world was quiet around her. There was no sign of the dog. For a moment, she wondered if it had been some kind of a dream, self-hypnosis, but as soon as she moved she knew it was not. The thick semen and cunt juice mixture began to ooze from her body. She could smell the heavy odor of sex, the musty tinge of semen and love juice, clinging to her. Slowly, she pushed herself up and crouched on the sand, holding the tangled muumuu high. The slime oozed from her cunt and dropped to the sand in huge gobs.
As she stood up, she saw the long scratches across her belly and hips. Funny, there was no pain. Dazed, she walked toward the water. She couldn't go back to the hotel like this, she had to clean up.
Glancing around in every direction, she saw no one, no sign of life. Quickly, she stripped the muumuu over head and dropped it to the sand. She waded slowly into the cool water. The waves were strong here, and she could feel the pull at the sand under her bare feet. But almost all of the coast along here was safe for swimming she had heard.
She was in no danger if she moved carefully and did not swim out too far. A wave roared toward her and broke over her naked flesh, spraying her face with foam and cooling her instantly. She ducked then and swam before the next wave could catch her.
The water felt soothing on her aching burning body. She still could not think about what had happened. Her mind had already sealed off the incident and refused to allow it escape. Only her body throbbed with remembered joy and lust. But at last she was calm. Her orgasm had left her free and sated.
She swam for a dozen yards then turned and headed back to shore. She couldn't get too far from the spot where she'd entered the water or she might become confused. In the dim night, one piece of shoreline looked very much like another. And she knew how quickly she might drift with the current and wind up some hundreds of yards down the beach.
She walked out slowly and let the wind dry her body. The salt water left her skin taut and drawn, but there was no help for it. She would shower as soon as she got back to the hotel. She found her dress and put it on before she was completely dry. The thin cloth would dry quickly as she walked.
Where were her shoes...?
She retraced her steps to the spot where she had lain with the dog and found the sandals half buried in the sand. Sighing, she picked them up and headed back along the beach toward the hotel. She was still in a state of shock, unable to think. She knew only that her body was at peace at long last.
At the hotel, she skirted the lobby and made her way upstairs in an empty elevator. It was late and the crowds had already thinned but she could hear music from one of the lounges on the seaside.
The suite seemed empty and cold. She turned off the air conditioner and opened a window instead. She also opened the tall glass doors that led to the balcony and stepped outside to look at the ocean below. Strains of the music drifted up to her. Sadly, she turned and went inside.
She didn't bother with lights. The darkness was comforting and pleasant. She stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower, still standing in the dark. She could see well enough to make her way about, and that was enough.
In the glass-walled shower, she thought of her earlier bath here with Mike. Where was he now? Had he gotten in trouble with Tony and Jimmy's father? She had run out on him, left him holding the bag. She had been so frightened, she hadn't considered anything but her own safety.
She soaped her body slowly, rubbing the cloth briskly over her cool flesh. It was over. She knew she had to leave Hawaii now and not look back. She scrubbed her genitals to remove the last traces of the dog from her body. Over ... done.
When she was finished showering, she got her douche bag from the cabinet and mixed a solution of vaginal cleanser and water. She sat on the toilet and inserted the plastic tip of the hose into her body. The warm water gurgled through the hose and spread up into her, stinging slightly as the antiseptic washed her tissues. When she was through, she stepped into the shower again and let a spray of tepid water run over her.
When she finally climbed into bed, she was exhausted and limp. She would call the travel clerk first thing in the morning. Now, she only wanted to sleep.
She woke and the sunlight was bright behind the curtains. The room had grown warm with it, and she stirred sluggishly. Pushing herself out of bed, she examined the long scratches on her flesh. They were slightly crusted over with dried blood but none of them were deep. She sat fingering them. How could she have done what she did? A dog-an animal-yet she had wanted him and forced him into her will. But no one had been hurt by the act, what harm had there been. Only she knew about it and it had been all she hoped for at the time. What difference did it make?
Her thoughts went back to the three boys she'd spent the afternoon on the beach with. In a way, she had forced her will on them also. They had not come to her-she had sought them out and used them to satisfy her own lust and needs. And someone else had discovered them. More important, she had fled and left the boys to suffer for her wrongdoing.
Sighing, she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Her plump face stared back at her, eyes solemn but finally honest. She could not let Mike and the others suffer for her. She had to go back, had to face the consequences of what she had done. It wasn't right or fair to use them if they got hurt. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't at least try to right the wrong she'd done.
She washed and combed her hair, then dressed carefully, wearing both bra and panties and substituting a pantsuit for the loose muumuu that seemed too easy to take off. She called the desk, checking plane flights back to Maui and making a reservation on one that left shortly after one. Then she called room service and ordered breakfast. Now that she had come to terms with her conscience, she realized how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, and her stomach rumbled with hunger.
The tray came a half hour later, and Harriet sat by the open balcony doors watching the sea below as she ate. Would she be able to find the house on Maui? She hadn't paid much attention as Mike had given her directions from the airport. She had turned when he indicated it, but she doubted that she could find her way to the house again. And if there had been an address on the house, she hadn't noticed it. Did she even know Jimmy and Tony's last name? Had Mike ever mentioned it? There was a chance of course that their name was the same as Mike's but there was an equal chance that it was not.
She sighed. Maybe she could find her way back to the beach house. Would they still be there? She doubted it. The whole problem seemed insurmountable.
There was a knock at the door and she rose, frowning. She supposed it was room service returning for the tray-or maybe the maid. She crossed the room and opened the door.
Mike Halua stood outside.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Harriet felt a sudden lurch of love and relief as she recognized him. He was all right! Then the thought hit her that he might not be alone and she glanced quickly in either direction along the hall. No one.
"Can I come in?" Mike said.
"Of course." She stepped back and swung the door open for him to enter. She closed the door and followed him across the room.
He glanced at the breakfast tray and picked up a piece of toast and began munching it. Then he sat on the gold and white flowered sofa and stared at her.
"Mike-" Her voice was tight and broke slightly.
"I guess you didn't expect to see me." His dark eyes were hooded.
"I-" She shook her head. I'm sorry I ran away. You may not believe it but I made up my mind this morning that I was going back-to Maui. I had to find out if you were all right." She shook her head again. "I never should have run, but I was so scared!"
He looked at her for a long time. Then his expression softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth. "Were you really coming back?"
She nodded. "I made a reservation on the one o'clock plane. I was sitting here wondering how the devil I was going to find you again. I couldn't remember the address. Oh, Mike, I'm so sorry!" She felt the quick sting of tears at her eyes and she moved close to him and sat down. She put her arm around him. "Can you forgive me?" The tears spilled over her lids and ran down her cheeks.
"Hey, don't cry, it's okay."
"Was he angry, their father, I mean?" She sniffled. "What happened?"
"Not much. I told him you were just a tourist who wanted to see rural Hawaii. You were tired of the big hotels and the crowds and wanted to get away from that for a while." He grinned disarmingly. "I told him you paid me five bucks to show you around, and that I figured as long as we were going out to the beach place, why not take the kids along." He shrugged and looked pleased with himself.
Harriet frowned and wiped away the tears. "But what about our being naked? Didn't he think that was strange?"
Mike laughed out loud. "Sure, he asked about it, but I told him you were very rich and very eccentric and that you belonged to a nudist club back home in California and you always swam nude. He knows that his kids don't even own suits, so he didn't question them skinny dipping at all. And me," he grinned and shrugged again, "I told him I just went along with the gag."
"And he believed all that?"
"Who knows, but at least he didn't make any kind of a fuss. When I heard you drive off, I got sore at him and told him he'd lost me a customer and I was out five bucks. You know what he did?"
"No, what?"
Mike laughed again. "He paid me five out of his own pocket! Seems he brought a dame out to the beach shack for a little fun of his own and he didn't want his wife to know about it. He was plenty glad for me to get the kids outta there before they spotted his wahine."
Harriet felt relief overwhelm her. She hugged Mike and laughed with him as he described his uncle's face when he told Mike about the girl.
"How'd you get back?" Harriet asked. "I took the car."
"The boys and I hitched a ride to town. Not hard out in those parts. I stayed the night with them and flew back early this morning. I was hoping you hadn't bolted.
"I almost did."
"I guess I can't blame you. I'm sorry."
"You? What do you have to apologize for?" she demanded. It was she who should be groveling.
"I told you the place was safe and no one would bother us. How the hell was I to know my uncle was shacking up with some chick?"
They laughed again. "Well, it's over, and there's nothing else to worry about." Harriet patted his arm.
"Is it over?" His face was serious. "What?"
"I mean, what about our deal? You're not going back to the mainland, are you?"
Harriet bit her lip. Mike was offering her a continuation of the joy she had known since meeting him, he was offering to stay with her and please her and make her happy. Her throat went dry and she licked her lips. "Oh, Mike...."
"You're staying?"
She nodded. "Yes, yes. I want to, very much."
"And you want me to stay?" Wordlessly, she moved her head in assent. "Same deal?"
"Same deal."
He grinned suddenly, and the smile lighted his face and eyes. And the smile warmed her and she knew how much the boy's presence meant to her. She would not have to retreat into the shell of loneliness and despair. She could go on enjoying herself.
Mike got to his feet and hurried across the room. He picked up the phone and asked for an outside line, gave the operator a number. Then he spoke softly and swiftly into the receiver, and Harriet could not catch any of the words. But his tone was happy.
When she questioned him about the call, he would not tell her anything, merely shook his head and said she'd have to wait and see. A little business matter, he said. He walked about the suite, picking up and devouring another piece of cold toast from the tray. Once he went out onto the balcony and looked down at the beach and sea, but he came back inside almost at once. When there was a knock at the door, he motioned for her to stay where she was and he hurried to open it.
Harriet stared and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Jimmy and Tony, dressed in white shorts and T-shirts but still barefooted, entered the room hesitantly, eyes wide as they stared around the suite.
Grinning, Mike took the Do Not Disturb sign from the inner doorknob and hung it outside. Then he shut the door and fastened the bolt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Harriet laughed with delight. "Oh, Mike, you're wonderful."
He grinned back at her and motioned to the two boys to go to her. She held her arms out and embraced them, kissing each of them with fervor as they threw themselves at her.
"You darlings," she said. To Mike, she said, "How long can they stay?"
He shrugged. "I told their mother they were staying with me for a few days and I'd call her when they were coming back. She won't care if they hang around a week or two."
A week or two! He was offering her the two children for her entire vacation stay! Instead of the trouble she had been anticipating, she had been given the most marvelous gift of her life.
Tony looked at her with a big smile. "Can we stay?"
"Of course you can!" Harriet laughed and hugged him again. "I want you to be with me-"
Tony grinned widely and rubbed his thin body against her ample bosom. She felt a tremor race through her. Her sexual desire was far from dead now that the three youngsters had come back into her life. Tony seemed to sense that she liked his nearness, and he pressed to her again. His small crotch was against her thigh and he rubbed himself on her without embarrassment.
"I liked it yesterday at the beach," he said simply. "I never had anything like that before, but it was good-really good." He glanced at his brother. "Jimmy liked it too, didn't you, Jimmy?"
Shyly, Jimmy nodded and tried to smile. "Yeah...."
Harriet felt as though her heart would burst. They had not been afraid of her then, and she had not hurt them. They had come back for more, as Mike had.
Harriet took Tony on her lap and held him, running her hands over his thin body. She could feel his bones under the shorts and shirt, and she could feel the heat of his young flesh. She put her hand to his naked thigh and worked it under the edge of the loose short. He was so incredibly warm. Her fingers brushed his tiny sex organs, and the boy smiled again.
"I like that," he said.
She cupped them with her hand, fondling him gently. "Let's go into the bedroom," she said softly. She could feel the stirring passion begin in her body. She wanted to rid herself of the tight, binding garments she wore and feel her naked flesh against the flesh of these boys. She wanted to touch and be touched. She wanted to love and be loved.
Mike showed Jimmy the way and Harriet and Tony followed quickly. The air was cool now, the air conditioner had done its work.
"Wow, look at this place!" Jimmy was awed by the lush decor and fancy furniture. It was hard for Harriet to believe that these children had never seen a hotel before, at least not the inside of one.
Jimmy went to the bathroom door and stared at the fabulous lavender fixtures and the glass shower. He turned and asked, "Can everybody see you j when you're in there?"
"No, darling, it's a special glass. You can see out but no one can see in-not even at night when the lights are on."
"Yeah?" Wonder filled his voice.
Tony was more practical. He was already unbuttoning his shorts and his T-shirt lay on one of the chairs. Harriet held her breath as he skimmed the short pants down and off. He was as gorgeous as she remembered, all brown and young, hairless and unspoiled. She made a small whimpering sound and began to take off her pantsuit. By the time she had it off, the three boys were naked and standing near the bed. She wanted to run to them and hold each close, and her fingers struggled to undo the heavy bra. Mike came to her.
"Let me help." He turned her around and unhooked the snaps. Her big breasts fell free of the cloth, swaying and bouncing against her ribcage.
"Now the panties," Mike said. He knelt before her and began to roll the nylon down over the wide hips. The other two boys were staring in fascination, watching the naked woman who had taught them so much in so short a time. Harriet felt Mike's fingers on her flesh, ridding it of the cloth and arousing her at the same time. By the time he had the panties off, she was shivering with delight and growing need.
"You lie on the bed," Mike said.
Numbly, she did as he directed. The boys watched her lay down, and Tony reached out and touched one tit gently.
"Can I make it get hard like before?" he asked.
Harriet nodded.
"You take the other one Jimmy." Mike had already made plans. They were going to please Harriet in a hundred different ways. Last night, he'd searched through his uncle's things and found the kinds of books he was looking for-and he'd learned a lot in a crash course of reading. Things he'd never heard of before but that sounded exotic and exciting. He was anxious to try them, to see if Harriet liked them as much as the woman in the book had apparently done.
He nudged Jimmy closer to the woman, encouraging him to fondle her other tit and bring out the hard core of the nipple. Jimmy stared, and began to play with the huge sphere of ripe flesh. The big circle of dark red formed a cone at the tip, and the skin there was puckered and bumpy. He probed into the depths, and to his surprise was rewarded almost instantly by a slight hardening of the tip-as though the tit were pressing back at his finger. Tony smiled at him over the mounds of the woman's body. Jimmy watched as his brother put the swollen teat into his mouth and began to suckle.
His own penis felt alive and began to prickle. Was he getting hard already? She hadn't even touched him, except to lie close in nakedness. Jimmy glanced down at his own body and saw that the prick was stirring from the bed of soft flesh between his legs. Deep inside him he could feel peculiar rumblings and churnings.
Tony sucked the tit hard and lovingly. It felt so good to nuzzle against her and absorb her warmth. He had dreamed all night of their closeness the day before, unable to sleep deeply after she vanished from the beach place. His dreams had been disturbed by hot flashes of pain and wanting in his crotch. He had felt so funny, then so good when she sucked him and played with him. He wanted more, and he had wakened with fire in his belly and longing in his heart.
Harriet lay with her eyes closed, savoring the renewed delight of having the two children suckle at her breasts and touch her naked flesh. She could hardly believe her good fortune. Mike had come back after bluffing his way out of the predicament in which she'd left him yesterday. He had come back-mainly because he wanted the money she had promised, but also because she was giving him something he wanted and enjoyed. Sex.
She felt the touch at her crotch and knew he had come to her. She spread her legs without disturbing the two children at her breasts, and immediately a warm finger probed in her cunt. Yes, yes, oh, God yes....
The finger dug into her inner cavern, sliding along the wet tissues of her labia first and tingling at her clitoris. The boy already knew what excited her, and he was bringing her to the state of ready with his hand very quickly. She sighed as the first pressure of steam and desire rooted itself in her belly and began to swell.
"Ohhhhh, yeeeesss, Mike...."
"You like it?"
"Mmmmmm, of course I do...."
"Jimmy's cock is getting hard."
"Mine is too!" Tony insisted.
Harriet laughed and opened her eyes to enjoy the spectacle taking place. Both Jimmy and Tony were sitting so their cocks were on display. It was as though they were vying for her attention and seeing who could get hard faster. She couldn't help smiling. She also couldn't help reaching for them. One hand to each little cock. Stroking gently but firmly, causing new lust and bringing hard-ons more quickly. The delightful little organs swelled in her fists and the tiny rosebud heads peeked out like winking eyes.
Mike ran his fingers up into her and began to play inside the tight little pen. She felt herself grow warm, then wet. Her cunt was loosening and getting hot. The cunt juice began to puddle inside her and his fingers rippled it and stirred it. She could feel the hot slime coating his hand and making him a slippery, sliding mass inside her vagina.
"Oooohhhh, mmmmm, uuuummmm." She moaned and writhed with delight.
"Taste it-" Mike's voice was hoarse and low.
Tony ducked his head toward her belly, skidded across her flesh and put his mouth to the wet tunnel that Mike was holding open. His tongue flicked experimentally at the swollen red tissues. At first, his face puckered at the sharp taste and the thick consistency of her juice. Moments later he was licking at her eagerly.
"She likes it," Mike said.
"Ohhhhh, I like it...." Harriet rolled her head and could hardly stay still. Her cunt was on fire with the hand and tongue lapping at it. Mike kept driving his fingers deep inside her, and it drew out heavy loads of her stuff. Tony was licking it from his hand and from the throbbing labia. Every once in a while, his tongue slid over her clitoris and almost drove her crazy. She considered telling him to concentrate on the tiny bud of passion, but she decided it was more exciting not knowing when he would touch it. Her skin crawled with goose bumps and her heart was pounding like a hammer. And all the time she still held the two lovely little boycocks in her hands, pumping and stiffening them to new heights.
"Jeeezz, I wanna cum-can't I stick my dick up her and do it?" Tony was eager and more than willing.
"Let him-" Harriet wanted to feel the child's pecker run up inside her pussy and excite her to orgasm. She knew that she would cum quickly, almost the thought of Tony's dick in her was enough to send her off.
"Okay, climb on." Mike was directing the child in place, much the same way he had shown Jimmy how to board her yesterday. Tony scrambled over her belly and picked a spot to descend. He was too high, and hardened prick hit the hairy patch of her triangle. Tony swore softly and Mike laughed.
"Back up-down here-yeah, that's better." He pulled his cousin's ass and got him where he could reach Harriet's cunt. He reached for the small cock and aimed it toward the woman's body. Tony's eyes were wide with anticipation and lust.
"There, feel it-can you get it in?" He shoved Tony's rump and the boy slid between the woman's legs.
"I'm in!!! I'm in!!!"
"Ohhhhh, God, yeeeesss-"
"Now fuck her-in and out, in and out-that's right-"
Harriet nodded, unable to talk now that she was actually experiencing the boycock again. Tony's cock was smaller than Jimmy's, but it felt like a piston driving inside her. She was not conscious of Mike's efforts to help his cousin achieve the perfect fuck rhythm, but she knew that Jimmy, who was still sucking her tit and whose cock she was still pumping was watching the entire process with wide-eyed wonder.
"Make me cum, ohhhh, make me cuumm!"
She begged the child to give her what she wanted. By now, Tony" had the hang of it and was enjoying his first fuck. He moved without help, sinking himself into her loose opening as far as he could, feeling the hot lather inside her burn at his tissues, and feeling his own excitement grow steadily.
"I'm fucking, I'm fucking-" He grinned and rode the heavy humping woman. It felt like something was tugging and pulling inside his cock, something more powerful that he had ever felt before.
Harriet felt the explosion nearing. She could not hold back on the awesome orgasm that built inside her. She felt the first eddying rays circle in her uterus, felt the fingers push outward and light fires in the rest of her body. Then the whole world exploded in a dizzying spasm.
She rocked and rode with him, raising her hips and falling back hard, only to rise again as he thrust into her. The climax was overpowering and overwhelming. When it finally subsides, she lay panting and breathing hard through her mouth.
"You did it, Tony, you made her cum!" Mike was jubilant.
"But I didn't cum," Tony wailed.
"You will-we're not done with her yet. Harriet-?"
She opened her eyes. Mike was leaning over her. "You get on top of Tony and ride him-"
"I-" She was dazed.
"Just do it." Mike helped her to get up and position herself over Tony who quickly laid flat and held his cock upright. It was stiff and long, a good two inches of pure child joy. Harriet supported her weight on her heels and crouched over the child, coming down with open cunt onto the shaft he speared upward. She felt it quiver and then slide into her pussy. It was warm and a little sticky from her cunt. But it stabbed into her with sudden decision as Tony raised his hips. She came down lightly on him and began to rock.
"Hey-that's nice-boy, I like that!!" Tony's eyes glittered.
"Lean over some-" Mike pushed her down so she was almost lying on Tony. Her heavy tits pressed into his face and he had to turn his head so he could breath.
"Now Jimmy's going to come up behind you and stick his dick up your asshole."
"What?" She almost lost her grip on Tony as she turned in surprise.
"Just relax. I brought some cream to help." He showed her the tube of Vaseline. Quickly, he uncapped it and squeezed a large gob out into Jimmy's palm. "Rub it all over your dick," he instructed.
Jimmy smeared the thick lubricant on his tool. At Mike's instruction, he wiped the rest of it on the tiny puckered muscle of Harriet's asshole.
Harriet felt the finger rub the cold cream onto her anus. She shivered and took a deep breath. She was going to be asshole fucked!! Mike had planned it as a surprise for her, and she was delighted. Her first introduction to asshole fucking, and it was going to be done by this wonderful child. And all the time she had Tony's cock up her cunt.
The first touch was tentative and wary. Vaseline skidded on Vaseline, the cock slipped past the tight hole. Jimmy clutched his rigid organ and stabbed at her again. This time he hit the target.
Harriet felt the hard pressure at her anus. Instinctively, she sucked air in through her lungs to relax her muscles. The tiny cockhead speared into her, pushing a half-inch of male flesh into her tunnel. Hot and dry ... pain ... breathe deeply. Gasping, Harriet whispered and moaned with delight. "Ohhhhh, yeeeeesssss, push it in, push it in!!!"
Jimmy pushed. The hard cock moved into the back door of her body. The hot hugging tunnel threatened to tear it off, but she kept breathing deeply and would not let herself feel pain. Now he was in-all the way.
"Oooohhhh, aaahhhh!!!" She was close to orgasm again.
Somehow the two boys began to move inside her. She was barely conscious of holding her weight up so the boy under her would not be crushed. But he was not complaining, his little body was leaping and driving up into hers. She dared not move lest the other cock in her asshole slide out. It felt as if the two pricks were coming together somewhere deep inside her. She was hot ... so hot....
Mike scurried across the bed and opened his legs to a wide V as he slid them past Tony's head and shoulders. Harriet looked up in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and Mike grinned and pointed to his swollen cum column. "Suck me off," he said.
Harriet nodded, unable to talk but more than willing to take on the third cock. She opened her mouth as Mike slid down and positioned himself with his legs around Tony's head. Harriet's open mouth sank onto the stiff column of male flesh, catching the ridge of the head slightly with her teeth as she came down on him. He almost shot off his load of cum on the spot. She began a steady rhythm of oral fucking on him, keeping time with the cocks in her cunt and asshole.
She was going wild, crazy with the passion that erupted in her. This surpassed even her wildest dreams-three cocks at the same time. Hot holes to accept them, three hot holes of love. Her body was filled and overflowing. The cock in her mouth was huge, swollen and distended to its fullest. It filled her mouth and almost gagged her as she bore down hard on it. She could feel the heavy thick head press against her palate and cut off her breath.
In her cunt the little cock was ready to explode. She could feel the tight pull of the child's readiness, the pressure that told her he was about to experience his first pre-orgasm spurt of puberty. She wanted to laugh and to cry and to tell him how wonderful he was but her mouth was already full of hot prick and there was no room for words.
At her ass, Jimmy was lying heavily on her now, driving his prick as far as it would go in the tight tunnel. The Vaseline had become warm and seemed to excite both of them. It was like hot slimy cum lubricating her rear end. She was powerless to stop the huge orgasm that erupted as the three cocks drove and met in her soul.
Hot sperm poured from Mike's prick and gurgled into her throat. She had to swallow very quickly so she wouldn't gag on it. The tangy saltiness of it took her breath away, and she gasped and sputtered for air without letting the cock go.
In her asshole, Jimmy felt the tight warning thrust and then the sudden hot spurt of his dick's load again. She had made him cum again-"Oooo, maaaaaannnnnn!!!" He humped and forced the last drops of his stuff into the hot hugging tunnel.
Under her, Tony arched his body and thrust up as he felt the quick spurt of warmth on his sunken treasure inside the woman's body. By some magic, some unknown chemistry, her heat exploded the feeling he had been waiting for. The pressure balled up like a fireball, pushed against his hidden balls and out along the length of his prick. It hesitated, then exploded inside her cunt like water bursting from a balloon.
"Uuuummmm, uuuggghhhh!! Mmmm!!!"
He was cumming, he knew he was cumming and so were the rest of them. It was a four-way symphony in ecstasy.
Exhausted and dripping in sweat, Harriet let the boys lay her out on the bed when they extricated their bodies from hers. The taste of Mike's cum was still on her tongue, and the hot liquid of Tony's explosion was dribbling between her legs. Her asshole burned with the pressure and force of Jimmy's cumming in it. She was filled with love and cum, and she was happy.
For a long time she lay just breathing and floating on the cloud of delight that had taken her. Gentle hands cupped her tits, and lips brushed a nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at Mike.
"I know where there's a house you can rent-a place on the beach not far from here. If you want to move out of the hotel, we can spend every minute of the day and night together. All four of us."
Dazed, she could not answer. She smiled and slowly nodded her head. Two whole weeks of pure bliss-the best vacation of her entire life.
"Good," she said finally. "I'd like that."
Tony and Jimmy clapped their hands with glee and bent to smother her with wet kisses.
