Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THE OVEREAGER CAMP COUNSELOR-a frank story of one young woman's approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Stacy Williams lay on her bunk reading a slightly naughty romance. The young blond widow could feel her pussy heating and moistening as she caught the excitement of the story. She just hoped she didn't get too horny to sleep.
Stacy had lost her husband, Miles, in late spring and had taken the only job she could get, cooking at a summer camp for boys. It was hard work and left her pretty exhausted by the end of the day, so about all she could do was read in bed. There was nothing else for her to do, anyway.
She'd just made the wrong choice of reading material, that was all. It had been a big mistake to read anything that would arouse her desires. There was no way she could satisfy her lusts, with her husband dead and all the males at camp much younger than she was.
"Not too smart, Stacy," she sighed.
Well, she'd just have to learn to be on her own, get some job skills, find out how to control her sexual urges. It was all so new to her. She'd been married since the day she left high school, almost twelve years ago. Miles, her much older husband, had taken care of everything for her.
Everything, that is, but sex. Stacy had never fucked anybody but Miles, yet she suspected that there was a lot more to sex than he'd showed her. By the time of his death she was getting bored and restless. She didn't miss Miles a lot, being sure the marriage would have ended anyway.
The big thing was, she probably didn't know what decent loving was like--and she was dying to find out.
Take that romance she was reading, for instance. The hero got the heroine really hot. The heroine went crazy with excitement when they made love. Her orgasms sounded like bomb blasts. It had never been that way for Stacy. She'd been lucky if she even got off with Miles.
Letting the novel drop from her grasp, she thought back to her courtship and early marriage. She had to laugh and shake her head when she remembered how Miles had turned her on and how she could hardly wait to lose her cherry. She sure had been in for a big disappointment. Her handsome older man turned out to be a dud in bed.
Stacy was a senior when she met Miles, a bachelor in his forties and a business friend of her father's. He seemed to go for her right away, and soon she was agreeing to marry him the day she graduated. They had a huge formal wedding and then set off for Hawaii on their honeymoon.
Miles had rented a condo right on the beach, and Stacy thought it was so romantic, the perfect setting for learning all about sex. On their first night together, they had a candlelight dinner, went dancing, and finally came home around midnight. Stacy was getting pretty impatient by then.
The second they were in the door, she threw herself into Miles' arms and rubbed up against him suggestively. Her body just told her to do it. It felt good, and she hoped Miles would respond. She kissed him right on the mouth and kept on kissing him till she ran out of breath.
"Mmmmmm, honey, I'm so excited!" she moaned.
Miles laughed, like he might laugh at a funny little kid.
"Stacy, you have to learn to kiss right," he said. "Let me show you."
"Sure, darling," Stacy said. And later, she thought, you can teach me how to fuck right.
Miles locked his mouth on hers and then slid his tongue between her lips. He'd never kissed her so intimately before. Stacy found it very exciting. She felt hot juice spurting from her virgin cunt and soaking her panties. That had never happened to her before, and she wondered what it meant. She gurgled with lust till Miles broke the steamy tongue-kiss.
"Got the idea?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, I think so," Stacy panted. "Let's see if I do."
She kissed her brand-new husband and stuffed her hot little tongue into his mouth. She wiggled it around naughtily, just doing whatever her hot natural instincts led her to try. She kept rubbing her cunt mound against Miles' fly. She seemed to feel a growing lump there.
"How was that?" she asked breathlessly.
"A little clumsy, but you're catching on," he said. "Come on, let's get ready for bed."
About time, Stacy thought.
She'd sensed all evening that Miles was avoiding the big moment, their first fuck. She wondered if he was afraid of disappointing his much-younger bride, or if he just wasn't that interested in sex. He was handsome and quite a catch. Maybe he'd had so many women that he was just bored with the scene.
Whatever the reason, he'd been in no hurry to get her into bed. On the other hand, Stacy was wildly impatient. She was dying to know what it was like to go all the way with a man. She'd never done more than kiss or hold hands. Now she headed for the bathroom and quickly changed into the pretty white lace nightgown Miles had bought her for this special night.
She brushed her long golden hair and studied herself in the mirror. Petite, curvy and pretty, she looked like a very desirable bride. The nightgown was semi-sheer, and she could see her pointed nipples and the faint triangular outline of her little bush. Yes, she looked fine.
Trembling with eagerness, she left the bathroom and found Miles lounging on the king-size bed. He was wearing silk pajamas and was reading the evening newspaper. Stacy thought this was a very weird time to be reading the paper, but the Miles was so cool. Nothing appeared to excite him.
"I'm ready, darling," she said.
Miles lowered the paper and looked her over.
"Very nice," he said. "Now take it off."
"Take it off?" Stacy squeaked, blushing.
"Well, my dear, we can't make love dressed," he said.
"Oh, right, of course," she said, feeling to like an idiot.
She just didn't know what to expect, so maybe it was best just to shut up and do whatever Miles said. He had years of experience with sex, and she had none at all. She pulled the expensive nightgown off over her head and dumped it on the floor. She stood there naked and blushing hard as Miles studied her naked body for the first time.
He took in her apple-size high-riding tits, perfectly firm and flawless. He saw her tiny firm waist, curvy hips, and small golden bush. He saw that she had fine legs and gorgeous honey-colored hair and a pretty face--everything a man could want.
"Come here," he said.
Stacy walked over to him, and he drew her down on the bed and kissed her. He stuck his tongue in her mouth again, and that really drove her wild. By the time he ended the kiss, she was squirming in his arms and creaming heavily. He stood up and quickly removed his pajamas.
Stacy's eyes almost popped out of her head. She'd never seen a naked man before. Miles was tall, lean, and hard-muscled, his chest thickly matted with dark hairs. Shyly Stacy lowered her gaze to his cock. It looked enormous to her, big enough to split her in half.
So that's what they look like, she thought.
She couldn't help staring. Cocks were totally new to her, and her imagination hadn't given her a very clear idea of what they were like. Miles' cock was a good eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. It stood out stiffly from his belly, the shaft bulging with blue veins, the head purple and engorged.
Then he was sliding onto the bed beside her and cupping her soft warm tits. He squeezed and caressed them in his big hands, and Stacy gurgled with excitement. No man had touched her tits before and she really got off on it. Her nipples stiffened and throbbed against his palms.
To her disappointment he didn't spend much time on her tits, only a few seconds. Then one big hand was between her thighs, exploring the steamy wet flesh of her pussy. It felt so nice, so exciting, that she couldn't help drenching his fingers with sizzling juice.
"Ohhhh, my God!' she gasped.
He was inserting his thick middle finger into her virgin cunt. She'd never had anything in there before, and it felt really exciting. She creamed uncontrollably as he worked his finger slowly deeper in the tiny untried hole. Then he came up against a touch barrier.
"Yes," he said, his voice strangely hoarse, "you really are a virgin."
"Oh, Miles, didn't you believe me?" Stacy exclaimed.
"I didn't think you'd lie to me, dear," he said, "but I just couldn't believe there were any virgins left."
He drew his finger out of her cunt, and that disappointed her, too. She wanted him to spend a longer time playing with her, arousing her tits and pussy. Instead he rolled on top of her, almost crushing her breathless with his greater weight. He used his knees to work her legs roughly apart.
Stacy gasped as she realized what was happening. There wasn't going to be any more foreplay, no more warming her up. This was it. Miles was about to fuck her. She'd been longing for this moment for months, but suddenly she wasn't ready for it. She went rigid with panic.
"Miles, wait!" she squeaked.
"What for?" he growled. "This is our wedding night. This is what's supposed to happen."
But not like this, Stacy thought. Even though she was a virgin and had practically no experience with making out, she was sure something was missing here. Miles should have taken more time to prepare her, soothe her, and turn her on. But he didn't seem to care how she felt.
He worked his way roughly between her legs and pressed the enormous hard head of his cock against her tiny virgin cunt mouth. Taking a deep breath, he plowed into her as hard as he could, breaking through her tough cherry. The pain was so bad that Stacy screamed.
"Owwww, noooooo!" she howled.
Miles paid no attention. He kept on pushing till his mammoth rock-hard cock was butting her womb and cruelly cramming her tiny cunt. He was breathing raggedly, totally caught up in his own pleasure. He started fucking her in quick deep thrusts, grunting and snorting like an animal.
Stacy just lay there in shock. Fucking wasn't at all like she'd imagined. There was no loving involved, at least not with Miles. She was just an exquisitely tight hole to stick his cock in, a juicy little tunnel to take his come. She was so disappointed, she could have cried.
But the young bride was no wimp. She was determined to fight for what she wanted. She wanted more than anything to have an orgasm, to know what that ultimate experience was like. She'd let her body lead the way and, by God, she'd get off--even without Miles' help.
She just concentrated on what felt good. The pain was passing now, and she found that she liked the rhythmical cramming of her cunt, the steady pistoning of Miles' hard cock. Each time he thrust into her, his stiff shaft rubbed her clit, giving her a spark of pleasure.
She worked on that, arching her petite body and rubbing her clit shaft against his prick. The harder he rubbed, the better it felt. That hot friction was the key to her pleasure. If she just kept the friction going, she might be able to climax. She kept her cunt snug around Miles' deep-driving cock and kept rubbing her clit against him.
"Unnnnhhh, yessss!" she moaned.
Miles didn't respond. He might not even have heard her, he was so caught up in his own pleasure. He was fucking her faster and faster, and his breathing was loud and harsh. He slid his hands under her churning little ass and pulled her up tight against him to dig his cock as deep as possible.
"Yes, honey, yessss!" Stacy whimpered.
Without realizing it, Miles had increased that red-hot friction between cock and cunt, the sizzling sensation that was taking his bride toward orgasm. Now she was getting all the friction she could. The pleasure was hot and steady, and she was loving his stiff deep fucking.
"Mmmmmm, Miles, honey, I think I'm gonna come!" she moaned.
"Don't talk while we're fucking!" he growled.
Stacy felt stung, but again she was determined to get off no matter how he hurt her. Let him be an asshole, she'd take care of herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated just on the steady searing pleasure she was getting as his big hard cock steadily stimulated her cream-filled little cunt and throbbing clit.
Yes, she was sure she could get off this way, if he just kept fucking her long enough. She'd never had an orgasm before, but she had to be headed for one. She'd never felt these sensations before, as if she was rising higher and higher toward an explosion of pleasure.
"Unnnhhh, ooooooh, unnnhhhh!" she moaned.
It seemed to be okay for her to make noises while they fucked, just as long as she didn't talk. Miles didn't scold her for gurgling or moaning. He was making plenty of noises himself, grunting and gasping and snorting as he pounded his iron-hard cock faster and faster in her near-virgin cunt.
Their bodies were slapping together loudly and the huge bed was starting to creak. Stacy loved it. The harder and faster he fucked her, the hotter the friction she felt in her hungry cunt and pulsating clit. She felt like she was teetering right on the edge of some gigantic release.
"Unnnggghhh, aaaaggghhhh!" Miles roared.
He scared Stacy, his bellow was so sudden and so loud. He was fucking her mercilessly, pounding her with lightning speed, and she felt a molten flood in her cunt. Damn him, he was coming, not even caring that he hadn't brought her with him. Desperately she ground her nearly-exploding clit against his shaft and clamped her cunt as tight as she could around his jetting cock.
"Oooooh, shit, oooooh!" she screeched.
She was coming at last, and it felt terrific--but just for a split-second. Then Miles was rolling off her, taking away the stimulation she needed. He was finished, so he rolled away, cutting her climax short. Stacy couldn't believe how selfish he was.
She could have cheerfully strangled her brand-new husband. But she had the sense not to say anything. This was a situation she had to think about very carefully. And the evening had had one good result, anyway. She'd learned how to have an orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Stacy had thought and thought about her marriage, and the only conclusion she could come to was that Miles was a very old- fashioned man. He was a generation older than her, old enough to be her father, and he just wasn't sexually liberated and never could be.
That meant he didn't approve of women enjoying sex. He didn't like it at all when Stacy got naughty and excited. He didn't work to get her hot or give her a climax because he thought nice women weren't interested in such things. It took Stacy a couple of months to figure this out, and of course she was very disappointed.
She'd wanted her sex life to be wonderful, and instead it was a struggle. Miles didn't want to do it very often, maybe once or twice a month, and even then she had to fight to get off. He liked quickies, with no foreplay, just rolling on top of her and fucking her as fast as he could.
That was her sex life for over ten years. Toward the end she was thinking of asking for a divorce. She knew she couldn't change Miles, so if she wanted a good love life she'd have to find it with another man. But before she could bring up the subject, Miles dropped dead of a heart attack.
That was when she found out another important thing about him. He didn't have as much money as she'd thought. They'd been living on credit. Stacy had to sell their house and most of their belongings, and she'd had to find a job. With no training, she could only get this summer camp cook's job. When she'd arrived, the headmaster of the camp had told her that she would also be working as a camp counselor, a prospect that excited Stacy very much.
But it was better than starving, and she figured at the end of the summer she'd get her life back together. She'd get some training and meet a nice man her own age. Things would work out fine--if she could just survive being lonely and horny all summer long.
Knowing she needed a good night's sleep before her early start in the kitchen, Stacy switched off the light in her tiny cabin. She was just starting to get drowsy when she heard soft footsteps and whispers right outside her window. Somebody was sneaking around in the night.
Stacy slipped silently out of bed and peeked out the window. She saw some of the young boy campers, around half a dozen, and they were making their way past her cabin and down the trail to the woods. She knew it was her duty as an adult to follow them and see what they were up to.
Dressing quickly, she slipped out of the cabin and followed the boys. That wasn't difficult. She could see them by the moonlight. From the way they were inching along, she could tell they were following somebody else. To be exact, they were sneaking up on somebody else.
Stacy found that pretty funny, and of course she was curious, too. What was so interesting that these boys had violated camp rules and left their bunkhouse after curfew? Who were they following, and why? Stacy followed them a few hundred yards down the trail, and then they crept into the bushes.
She dropped to her hands and knees and crept after them. She found the boys hiding in the undergrowth around a small clearing. Moonlight lit the spot. Two of the counselors were in the clearing,, an attractive young man and woman, and they were kissing.
Aha, Stacy thought, so that's it.
Some boy had found out that the two counselors, Bill and Sue, were hot for each other, and he'd waited to follow them to their secret make-out place. He'd taken along a few trusted buddies. He didn't know that the camp cook was following them in turn and spying on them.
That's what Stacy was doing, after all, spying. The boys were spying on Bill and Sue, and Stacy was spying on the boys. It was a naughty thing to do, hardly a grownup way of acting, and it was kinky, too. Stacy knew all this, and she didn't give a shit. Her life had been pretty grim up to now, and she needed some fun. She needed an adventure.
So she got comfortable in the bushes, right behind the boys. She watched Bill and Sue kissing each other. They were working their tongues in each other's mouth and running their hands all over each other. The two young people were achingly horny, so horny that they were breaking camp rules.
No dating between counselors, that was a strict rule. But Sue and Bill obviously had to have each other. They were panting and moaning as they darted their tongues in each other's mouth. Stacy caught their excitement and felt her hungry pussy growing hot and moist.
"Wow, Kevin, you weren't kidding," one of the boys whispered.
"Sshhh, we'll talk later!" Kevin hissed.
He was the organizer of this little jaunt, and he was right--they'd damned well better stay quiet as mice. There'd be hell to pay for everybody if the boys were caught. So they sat there shaking with lusty excitement as they watched Bill do what all the rest of them wanted to do--make out with a girl.
Stacy couldn't help grinning. If all the horniness in that group of half a dozen young teens was combined, it could blow the whole camp apart. These young males were dying to try sex. They were seething caldrons of hormones. But everybody considered them too young to date. It had to be pretty damned frustrating.
Stacy could sympathize, because she sure knew the meaning of frustration. For ten years and more she'd been aching for a decent fuck. That didn't seem much for a married woman to ask, but it was more than Miles could give her. He just wouldn't give her any foreplay, and he'd never fuck her longer than a couple of minutes.
Now she watched Bill and Sue just taking their time as they made love, exploring each other's body. She felt so envious. No man had ever done that with her, and she was dying for it. She creamed through her jeans and felt her tits swelling up taut with desire.
Sue, you lucky bitch, she thought.
The two young counselors finally had to come up for air, and Sue said breathlessly, "Oh, Bill, this is crazy! If we get caught, we'll lose our jobs."
"In the first place, we're not gonna get caught," Bill said. "Everybody else is asleep." That made the spying boys snicker. "And in the second place, do you really care if you lose this lousy job?"
"Well, actually, no." Sue laughed.
"Then relax," Bill said, taking off her T-shirt.
He did it so fast that she gasped--and so did the spying boys. Sue had luscious little tits almost bursting from her flimsy bra. As she gawked at Bill, he unhooked her bra and pushed it up out of the way. The spies got a brief glimpse of her gorgeous tits before his hands closed over them.
"Bill, noooooo!" she groaned.
Her protest didn't sound very convincing, and she didn't fight Bill as he eased her down on the mossy ground, onto her back. He lay beside her, squeezing her hot little tits and feeling her engorged nipples throb against his palms. Stacy could have wailed with jealousy.
Just once in their marriage she would have liked Miles to behave that way with her, to just take his time and fondle her body. She'd ached for him to kiss her, play with her tits, tease her pussy. But he hadn't considered it necessary. She was a nice girl, therefore she wasn't interested in sex.
Now she shivered with longing as she watched Bill bend low, stick out his tongue, and lick Sue's pointed little nipples. Sue gurgled and squealed with excitement as his stiff tongue tip trailed a hot sticky line around her swollen nubs. In front of Stacy in the dark bushes, six boys were breathing hard. She bet six young cocks were hard, too.
"Oh, God, honey, you're getting me so hot!" Sue moaned to Bill. "We better take it easy."
"What for?" he grinned. "Nobody can see us, and we've got all night."
She started to protest again, but she just gurgled as he sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked loudly on it for a while, then did the same to her left nipple. Stacy spied and ate her heart out with envy.
She wanted so much to have a lover like Bill, patient and sexy.
Sue was getting a kind of glazed expression on her pretty face as Bill lulled her with his hot tit-sucking. Her slim hips began to writhe in a helpless fucking motion, and she moaned softly. Her pussy had to be hot and steamy, Stacy thought, as hot and wet as her own.
Stacy's panties were soaked with her steadily oozing cream, her jeans crotch damp. She had an insane urge to play with herself. A very few times during her marriage, when she just couldn't stand the horniness any longer, she'd rubbed her clit till she came. But she'd been ashamed afterwards.
It was hard to get over the idea that masturbation was wicked and dirty. Now she ached to get herself off, yet she blushed to think about it. She tried rubbing her thighs together to ease the hot ache in her slit, but that didn't work. She needed an orgasm very badly. This spying was getting her aroused much more than she'd thought possible.
Bill finished sucking Sue's tits, leaving her little pink nipples stiff and wet in the moonlight. He shrugged off his own T-shirt and unzipped his pants. Off came his pants and shorts and sneakers in one smooth movement. His swollen cock was so stiff that it hugged his belly and drooled. "Now, wait, Bill!" Sue squeaked. "Easy," he said. "We won't do anything you don't want to. I just want you to play with my prick."
You could have heard a pin drop while all the spying people waited for Sue's response. The boys even stopped panting. Sue lay there staring at Bill's rigid cock. She seemed tempted yet nervous. Finally she reached out gingerly and touched it, then jerked her hand away.
"Did it bite?" Bill chuckled.
"No," she laughed. "I just never touched a cock before."
"Then get acquainted," he said. "Go ahead, play with it."
Sue touched his meat more boldly, then wrapped her fingers around it and started sliding them up and down the hard hot shaft. The spying boys relaxed and began to breathe again. Stacy ached to be in Sue's place, leisurely exploring a stiff prick. Miles had never allowed her to touch his meat.
It was his old-fashioned beliefs again. He thought no nice woman would want to touch a cock or even look at one. For Stacy there were only two possible conclusions. Either she was a very bad woman, or Miles was full of shit. By the time he died, she was convinced her desires weren't wrong.
She finally convinced herself that it was natural and normal for her to want sex, to feel horny, to want to play with Miles' body and have him play with hers. What could be wrong with that? She wanted to tell Miles so, and if he didn't agree with her, she wanted a divorce. But that talk hadn't been necessary because he died first.
Now she was free to find a man who shared her thinking, and she could hardly wait. All she had to do was get through this long hot summer without sex. Then she'd have money saved for job training, a new life. She just wondered if she'd go crazy with lust before the summer was over.
She sure wasn't making it any easier on herself by spying on Bill and Sue. Everything they did turned her on like crazy and reminded her of what she'd ever experienced in her marriage. Now Sue was getting relaxed, running her hot little fist freely up and down Bill's rigidly standing cock. Stacy ached to do that, too.
"Awwww, yeah!" Bill groaned. "That's good, baby! Keep doing it! Jack me off!"
There was a chorus of envious sighs from the spying boys, and their leader, Kevin, glared at them and signaled them to be quiet. Stacy was having a little trouble staying quiet, too. She knew she was breathing hard, and she wanted to moan with lust and need.
Sue's hand worked faster and faster on Bill's cock, pumping it till it was ready to burst. Molten cream gushed from his piss hole and ran down over her fingers. Suddenly, impulsively, she stuck out her tongue and licked up his cream. She must have loved the taste, because she stuffed his whole cock into her mouth and started sucking it.
"Awwwww, Jesus, yeah!" Bill yelped.
Luckily his horny yelp drowned out the envious groans of his hidden audience. Stacy almost whimpered as she watched Sue greedily sucking Bill's cock. She'd wanted so badly to go down on Miles, but he'd told her it was a dirty, sick idea and had never allowed her to do it.
Bill's face was contorted with pleasure, and he rocketed out of control, fucking Sue's mouth. He hammered his cock over her slippery tongue and right into her greedy throat. He went rigid for a second, then shuddered convulsively and let out a hoarse bellow of pleasure.
"Eat it, baby--aaaggghhhhh!" he roared.
Under the cover of his noise, the spying campers groaned in lust and envy. Stacy watched Sue's cheeks swell as she held and savored Bill's thick salty load of jism. At last the girl gulped down his cum, and Bill flopped back with a happy sigh. Sue grinned at him.
"Like that?" she asked.
"I loved it," he said. "Want me to go down on you now?"
"Yes, I was hoping you would," she admitted.
"Well?" He grinned, looking at her jeans.
Blushing but eager, Sue shed her jeans, shoes and panties. The sight of her cute little bush made the campers sigh again. She got on her back and bent her knees and spread her legs wide, showing her moist pink slit. Stacy bet six adolescent boys were almost coming in their pants.
Bill crawled between Sue's legs and jammed his lips onto her clit. He began sucking her supersensitive clit hard and loud. The pleasure was so sudden and intense that Sue sobbed with it, her pretty face contorted with bliss. She closed her eyes tight and surrendered totally to the wild pleasure of having her clit sucked.
"Ooooooh, shit, honey, I love it!" she cried. "Keep doing it, suck me off!"
Stacy was almost sobbing with frustration. Damn you, Miles, she thought, couldn't you have done that for me just once?
But of course her husband had never gone down on her. A nice woman wouldn't want such a thing. Now Stacy watched in an agony of envy and frustration as Sue got what she craved. Bill expertly sucked the squealing girl to climax, and in less than a minute she was coming in his face.
"Ohhhh, God, yesssss--whaaahhhh!" Sue wailed.
Stacy caught herself sliding her hand inside her pants, and she blushed and pulled back. Nothing was stopping the boys in front of her, though. As she watched Bill sucking off Sue, they were unzipping their jeans and hauling out their stiff young cocks to masturbate. Stacy wished she felt that liberated.
"Mmmmm, Bill, that was wonderful!" Sue sighed as she finally stopped coming.
"That was just for openers," he grinned.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue stared at Bill, but he just grinned and shoved his face back between her thighs. A second later the girl moaned with pleasure. Bill was raking his slippery hot tongue up and down her sensitive swollen slit.
"God, yesssss!" she hissed. "I love it!" Stacy knew she would have loved it, too. Even though she'd never been given head by a man, she could imagine how terrific it would feel to have a slick steamy tongue all over her hot pussy. She envied Sue so much, she was almost whimpering. Again she ached to play with herself.
And why not? In front of her, six campers were pumping away at their cocks, not at all intimidated. The boys weren't going to wait for the privacy of their bunks before they got off. But while their hands were busy, their eyes never left the couple in the clearing.
Bill lathered every inch of Sue's tangy- tasting cunt with his saliva, and by the time he finished she was limp with pleasure and drenching his tongue with blast after blast of juice. She loved what he was doing to her, and she wasn't going to protest any more.
Bill seemed to know that he could do anything he wanted with her, but still he didn't rush. He seemed to enjoy their foreplay. He was just the kind of man Stacy wanted for her lover, a guy who'd take his time and make sure his woman got total gratification. In other words, he was the opposite of Miles.
Poor Miles, maybe she shouldn't think so harshly of him. He was dead, after all. And she was sure he'd loved her in his own inhibited, cool way. Still, here she was, almost thirty years old, and she hadn't experienced decent loving. She was positive there was a lot more pleasure in it than Miles had ever given her.
Now she watched Sue's obvious ecstasy as Bill tongued her pussy, and she wondered again if she could wait till the end of the summer to take a lover. She desperately needed a man that very second, and it was only early June. Her panties and jeans were soaked with her uncontrollably gushing cunt juice.
"Unnnhhh, ohhhhh, God!" Sue howled.
Stacy forgot her own concerns for a moment and watched to see what was making Sue moan like that. She saw that Bill had slid his whole tongue stiffly into the girl's cunt and was using it on her like a stiff cock, hammering it in and out of that velvety little hole.
"Unnnhhh, shit, I love it!" Sue sobbed.
I know I'd love it, Stacy thought enviously.
The spying boys were pretty impressed, too. They actually stopped jerking off for a second and just watched open-mouthed as Bill demonstrated that sophisticated and kinky adult way of getting a woman off. Everybody's eyes were on his deep-driving tongue.
"Unnnhhh, faster, harder!" Sue whimpered. "Shit, yesssss, don't stop!"
Her pretty face was all contorted with pleasure, and she had her eyes squeezed shut. She was hurtling toward orgasm and nothing was going to stop her. Bill plowed his tongue into her as hard and fast as he could, and a few seconds later her slim body bucked violently with the first blast of climax.
"Ahhhhh, fuck--whaaaahhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
"Oh, man, fantastic," a boy said, taking advantage of Sue's howls to talk.
"I never heard of anything like that," another kid said. "Wish I had a girl to try it on."
"Okay, you guys, shut up," Kevin said. "The shit would really hit if we got caught."
He was right, of course, and they stopped talking. They just sat there in the bushes pumping their pricks and watching as Bill tongued Sue through a long delicious climax. Stacy inched forward a little to get a better look at that row of engorged teenage cocks. It was quite a sight, one gorgeous hard-on after another. It almost made her moan with desire. Then she scolded herself.
She was almost old enough to be the mother of these boys, and she had no business getting turned onto them. Even if she wasn't a full-time camp counselor, she was another adult, not a kid, and she was supposed to set a good example. She sure wasn't setting one now.
Her pussy was on fire with need, her tits swollen and tingling. She was spying on a couple making love, and she was ogling stiff teenage pricks and getting insanely horny. No, that wasn't how she ought to behave. She ought to go back to her cabin that very instant.
She didn't move. She knew she wasn't going anywhere. This was something she just couldn't bear to miss. Aching to know all about sex, craving to find out what good loving was like, she had to stay and watch. Maybe then she'd know what kind of man to look for in the fall.
Bill finally raised his cream-soaked face from Sue's smoking slit, and she sighed gratefully, still twitching with the aftershocks of her long climax. Bill knelt between her legs, and she ogled his newly stiffened cock. Again it was nuzzling his belly in a fierce hard-on. Nobody had to guess what was on his mind.
"Sue," he said hoarsely, "nobody will ever know what happens here tonight. Give me a break, please, honey. I wanta fuck you so bad."
Again it was totally silent as all the spies waited for Sue's response. She was staring at Bill's stiff drooling prick and licking her lips. You could tell she was tempted by his hard-on yet nervous about going all the way with him. As far as Stacy could learn, the girl was a virgin.
"Oh, gosh, Bill, I don't know!" she sighed. "I'm really turned onto you, but that's a pretty big step."
"Tell you what," he said. "I'll just stick it in you a little ways and you see if you like it."
Nobody thought Sue would buy that line, but she did. She really was inexperienced. She nodded a little nervously at Bill, and he gave an excited groan and let himself down on top of her. He gave a quick shove, and she gasped.
"Oooooh, owwwww!" she cried. "Easy," Bill said. "It's gonna feel great in just a second or two."
Stacy winced, recalling the terrible pain she'd felt on her wedding night when Miles broke through her cherry. But apparently Sue didn't have such a tough membrane guarding her virginity. Her pain passed quickly, and then she just lay there wide- eyed and panting as she took a stiff cock for the very first time.
"Awwwww, yeah!" Bill groaned. "So hot and tight! You like it, baby?"
"I--I don't know!" Sue panted. "I think I might, when I get used to it!"
"Good, I'll just do it a little more," Bill said.
No way was he going to fuck her just a little more and then quit, but again she bought his line. She began to relax more and more, and she felt his hard shaft sawing up and down over her supersensitive clit. She began to react to that steady hot pleasure. "Mmmmmm, yeah, I like that!" she gurgled. "Rub me a little harder, Bill, like this!"
She arched her body and ground her throbbing clit against his cock. Now Bill knew what aroused her, and he gave her all she wanted. He was careful that his rigid prick rubbed right over her clit, giving her long hot buzzes of sensation. She wailed with excitement.
"Unnnhhh, yeah, please keep doing that!" she cried. "Don't stop!"
Stacy caught herself reaching into her pants again, and this time she didn't pull back. Who in hell cared if she played with herself? Nobody would ever know anyhow. She had to have some kind of relief from the nagging lust she felt. She couldn't have a man, so she had to take care of it herself.
She slid her hand down inside her panties and felt the burning-hot flesh of her soaked slit. It felt marvelous to touch herself there, and she began with a little massage up and down her slit. In front of her the spying boys continued jacking off.
"Unnnnhhh, yessss, unnnhhhh!" Sue moaned.
Her face contorted with pleasure, her hips grinding and wriggling, she was taking Bill's steady deep fucking with total enjoyment now. Stacy watched her and remembered the few moments of sexual pleasure she'd ever had, writhing around the rock-hard skewer of Miles' pistoning cock.
She'd loved those brief moments and had wished they'd last a lot longer. She wanted Miles to fuck her for long delicious minutes and give her a chance to really get off. She knew she could have come again and again if he'd given her more than quickies. But it had never happened.
If only she'd gotten fucked the way Sue was getting it! Bill seemed tireless. He fucked away like a machine, minute after minute, letting his partner heat to the boiling point. Sue had gone from a nervous virgin to a moaning little slut. Now she was moaning, clawing at his shoulders, and jerking her hips to his steady hard rhythm. She was rocketing toward climax as she took his tireless deep thrusts.
"Unnnhhh, harder, honey!" she moaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can!"
"You sure you can take it?" Bill panted.
"Yes, yes, do it," she said. "Fuck the living shit out of me."
That got a couple of snickers from the boys, but Kevin silenced them with his glares. Stacy was grateful. If the kids got noticed, so would she, since she was crouched right behind them. And if she was caught spying and playing with herself, she'd lose her job for sure.
Now Bill went into high gear, fucking into Sue so hard that their audience could hear their bodies slapping wetly together. Sue was gasping for breath and howling with excitement at the same time. She kept her body arched, frantically rubbing her clit against Bill's thundering hard cock.
Stacy creamed all over her stroking fingers and felt her pussy sizzle with need. In front of her there were muffled groans and gasps as several of the boys brought themselves off. She was tempted to come right along with them, but she sensed the show wasn't over yet and she wanted to stay alert. Sure enough, Sue got off but Bill didn't.
"Mmmmmm, honey, you're still hard!" Sue panted as she began to come down from her hard climax.
"Yep," Bill said with a wicked grin, "and I wanta try fucking you another way now."
"Another way?" she asked dazedly. "You didn't know there was more than one?" he chuckled. "Here, I'll show you." He drew his smoking cock out of her wet little cunt, and it was still thick and long and hard, ready for more action. Sue stared at it, and she didn't look nervous this time, just greedy and lusty. Then Bill rolled her over and drew her up into a crouch.
As he knelt behind her and grasped her hips, she gasped, "Bill, you pervert, this is how animals do it!"
"They must do it for a reason," he laughed.
He socked the engorged head of his prick into her slick little cunt mouth, and she gurgled with lust. She forgot her objections to doing it in the doggy-position. Bill slid his long steel-hard cock into her cunt till only his balls showed and she clawed the mossy ground and whimpered with horny excitement.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me again, honey!" she cried.
There were soft envious moans from the boys, and Stacy rubbed her pussy harder and faster. She searched out the tiny throbbing nub of her clit and rubbed it. The pleasure was sharp and constant. She knew she could get off fast if she just kept stimulating that fantastically sensitive button.
She went slowly, though. She ached to feel pleasure and get off, but she also didn't want to miss even a split second of the action. She was finally learning what good love-making was like. She was learning what to look for in a man, something she really wanted to know.
Now her lusty hot eyes focused on Bill's big cock as it pistoned in and out of Sue's dripping cunt. She wished she had a fat hard prick in her own seething cunt. She really missed that sensation. It was the only part of Miles' love-making she really missed.
Well, why not imitate it with her own fingers? She slid her middle finger up her cunt and barely kept from moaning with delight. That was the sensation she craved, something stiff working deep in her starved pussy. She began to finger-fuck herself greedily.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" she gurgled--then reminded herself to be quiet. It would be so humiliating to get caught like this, spying on people while they fucked, fucking herself with her finger.
She matched the rhythm of Bill's hard- driving cock and never took her eyes off that tantalizing sight. She wished so much she was taking a cock, too, that she had a man of her own to fuck, but she'd just have to make do with her fingers till the summer was over.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeeeeee!" Sue howled, clawing hard at the ground.
Her cute tits were wobbling with the impact of Bill's hard fucking, and she was wailing steadily as he hammered her toward yet another delicious orgasm. The young campers were lustily fascinated, and no doubt all of them were pretending they were in Bill's place.
Only Stacy was pretending that she was in Sue's place. She worked her stiff finger faster and faster in her hungry wet cunt, keeping up with Bill's pace. She could have come at any second, but she held back her climax, wanting to come just as Sue came. Maybe she could risk a few moans then, the sound muffled by the other woman's cries.
In front of her the boys were jacking off again, their tireless teenage cocks demanding another round. Everybody was set to go off. A few more hard thrusts from Bill's cock and Sue was in orbit, howling in ecstasy as she came. To the relief of all the spies, she was howling very loudly.
"Unnnnhhhhh, motherfucker, you did it--unnnggghhhhh!" she screamed. "Yes! Unnnnnnnh, ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Awwwww, Jesus, awwwwwwww!" Bill roared.
"Ohhhhhh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Stacy gasped as she brought herself off with her deeply pistoning finger.
In front of her the boys were gasping, too, as they jacked off like crazy. The woods echoed with the sound of nine orgasms. It had been the kinkiest, wildest night of Stacy's life. She crept back to her cabin feeling sexually satisfied for the first time ever.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stacy slept soundly that night, but in the cold real light of morning she felt a little ashamed of herself. She'd really behaved like a pervert last night, spying on the young lovers and masturbating till she came. She had to be pretty hard up to act like that.
Well, she was hard up. She couldn't deny it. Miles' loving had been a sexual starvation diet for her, and she even missed that. Now she wasn't getting any cock at all, and she didn't see any chance of getting some while she was at this camp. All the males, even the other counselors, were much younger than her.
No, she'd just have to wait till she got back to the city. Going all summer without getting laid was a pretty grim prospect for the horny young widow, and she wasn't exactly cheerful when she reported for work. But she had dozens of boys to feed, and she soon forgot her problems.
Breakfast was like a stampede. Stacy had all she could do to dish out plate after plate of eggs and toast and cereal to the famished teenage boys. Only when they were all served could she and her helper sit down to their own breakfast. That was when she noticed something wrong.
Rob, an attractive dark-hailed boy, was her assistant in the kitchen, bussing dishes, loading the dishwasher, and doing whatever else she needed. He'd asked for the job in exchange for his fees, because his family wasn't very well off. He was a good worker, but he was also quite shy and didn't talk much. Stacy had hardly gotten o know him.
Still she sensed that something was wrong this morning when Rob wouldn't even return her smile or answer her questions. He just played with his food instead of wolfing it down like he usually did. He seemed pretty upset about something but was trying to hide it.
"Okay, young man," Stacy said firmly. "Something's bothering you, and I wanta know what it is."
"Nothing's bothering me," Rob said, turning beet red.
"Liar!" Stacy laughed. "Come on, tell me about it while we clean up the kitchen." The other boys were already clearing out of the dining hall, and soon Stacy and Rob were alone with the mess left from breakfast. As they hauled dishes to the washer, Stacy playfully mussed the boy's hair and swatted his ass, trying to get a grin out of him, but it didn't work. He was really depressed.
"Rob, do you want me to send you to the head counselor?" she asked.
"Shit, no!" he groaned. "I mean, excuse my language, Mrs. Williams, but I don't wanta go see that jerk! Everybody says he's really weird!"
"Then you'd better tell me what's on your mind," Stacy said. "I insist you talk to somebody."
"Oh, all right," he said with a loud sigh. "Some of the guys called me a sissy."
"A sissy?" Stacy exclaimed. "What for?"
"Because I work in the kitchen," Rob said bitterly. "I mean, if I didn't work here, I couldn't afford camp, but they say it's girls' work."
"They're full of shit," Stacy declared angrily.
Rob didn't look convinced, though. He needed stronger proof that the boys were wrong and that he was all male, no sissy. Suddenly Stacy realized exactly how she could give him that proof. It was an outrageous plan, but it would work. It would also help her out, too--in a very big way.
"Rob," she said calmly, "I happen to know those boys are totally wrong, and I can prove it. I want you to come to my cabin."
Since Rob had that hour off, he didn't protest. He followed the shapely blond cook to her tiny private cabin, and as they walked Stacy was silently working out the details of her wild plan. Maybe she shouldn't even be considering it, but she felt it was right for both her and the boy.
They entered the cabin and Rob caught sight of himself in the large mirror over the sink. He saw a lean pale boy with thick dark hair. He frowned, not proud of his body. But to Stacy he was very attractive. She'd never liked the muscle-bound type. She felt herself glowing with lust.
"Okay," Rob sighed, "how are you gonna prove I'm not a sissy, Mrs. Williams?"
"Call me Stacy, dear," she said soothingly. "Come here and sit beside me." She led him over to her bunk bed, and they sat on the edge, so close that their knees grazed.
"Now, Rob, be honest," Stacy said. "Look at me. Do you like what you see?" He blushed and said, "Well, yeah. I mean, most of the guys at camp have the hots for you, Stacy. You're a really good- looking woman."
That was interesting information, and it made Stacy more confident about her plan.
"I see," she said with a smile. "Then I bet you'd like to kiss me, wouldn't you, Rob?"
"Oh, I sure would," he sighed.
"Great, go ahead," Stacy said.
"Huh?" Rob exclaimed, gawking at her.
Stacy could see that she'd have to take the lead. The boy couldn't believe she was serious. She leaned forward and planted her mouth hotly on his. He stiffened for a second, then gave a homy shiver. His mouth softened, and she slid her hot little tongue between his lips and probed around sensuously. Rob gave a muffled groan of excitement.
Stacy prolonged the kiss, tonguing his mouth. She was sizzling with lust, almost groaning with it, and Rob was loving every second of her naughty kiss. She'd launched her plan and there was no turning back. Already she was doing something that could get her fired. She might as well go all the way.
There was no rush, though. She wanted this to be a long, slow, delicious session of love-making, the kind she'd never had before. And she wanted Rob's first sexual experience to be one he'd never forget, totally fun and thrilling. At least she assumed this would be a first for him.
"Rob!" she exclaimed, drawing back. "Have you ever made love before?"
"Shit, no!" he groaned. "I've never even had a date! Maybe that's why I'm a sissy! I'm chicken with girls!"
"Listen to me, young man," Stacy said sternly. "You are not a sissy. Most boys your age feel too shy to ask girls out. But I can teach you to be more confident. I can teach you how to turn girls on."
"Oh, wow, could you, Stacy?" the boy exclaimed. "That'd be fantastic."
"Good, let's get started!" She smiled. "Try to kiss me like I kissed you."
She put her arms around him and drew him down on the bed so he lay half on top of her. He stared hungrily at her, then closed in for a kiss. He missed her mouth on the first try but got it on the second. Then he slid his tongue between her lips. "Mmmmmm!" Stacy moaned.
She just couldn't hide her need. She was famished for sex. She hadn't been laid in months, and she'd never had a decent fuck. Now at last she had a chance for great sex. This boy would require training, but he was eager to learn and she could make him into the kind of lover she wanted.
She lay there creaming through her jeans as Rob practiced his kissing on her. With each try he got better and she got more insanely horny. She wanted to just rip off their clothes and fuck the kid's brains out, but on the other hand she didn't want to rush things.
"Mmmmmm, that's good, Rob!" she sighed. "You've got the hang of it now! Next I want you to play with my tits!"
He stared at her, then snorted with laughter.
"You gotta be kidding," he said. "You wouldn't really let me do that, would you?"
Before his widening eyes she unbuttoned her cotton work shirt and drew it off. Her lacy bra looked ready to pop with her ripe high-riding tits. She unhooked the bra and flung it away. Rob gawked at her gorgeous firm tits and pretty little pink nipples.
"Go ahead, honey, touch them," Stacy said.
He still didn't move, as if convinced she was only teasing him. So she took his hands and placed them right on her naked tits. He shivered and groaned. She showed him how to mold and squeeze her tits, firmly but not roughly. He quickly got the hang of it. "Yes, that's good," Stacy said, her voice husky with enjoyment. "Do you like touching them?"
"Jesus, yeah!" Rob croaked. "But I still can't believe you're letting me do this! I don't understand!"
Stacy wasn't about to tell him that she'd chosen him to be her lover and was going to mold him into her sex fantasy come true. That was a little too heavy for so young a boy. But she had a convincing story for him, and she told it calmly and soothingly while he fondled her tits.
"Listen," she said, "we're pals. We work together in that rotten kitchen, and I like you. I don't like to see my pal upset. I want to prove to you that you're no sissy, and I wanta show you how to make girls like you. Okay?"
"Okay," he said adoringly. "I sure appreciate it, Stacy. I'm never gonna forget this."
"I'll make sure you don't, honey," she purred. "Now just concentrate on your lessons. I want you to lick my nipples."
This time he didn't hesitate. He knew he wasn't going to be scolded. He stuck out his tongue and tickled her tender pink nipples with it. Stacy gurgled with excitement, and molten cream shot from her starved cunt and soaked through her panties and jeans.
"Oh, yeah, that's exciting!" she panted. "Keep doing that, honey, lick them all over!"
Rob was delighted to obey. She figured he must be dreaming, but he hoped the dream wouldn't end soon. Every guy in camp had the hots for the curvy young blonde cook, but he was the lucky one who'd ended up in her bed--at least in this dream. He lathered her stiff nipples with his hot spit.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, now suck them!" she moaned.
She pushed her tits together till the nipples met so he could suck both stiff buds at once.
He drew them into his steamy mouth and sucked loudly and greedily on them, making Stacy wriggle and moan. She felt she could have an orgasm if she just rubbed her thighs together, she was so aroused. She was getting the best loving of her life from this innocent teenage boy.
She wished Miles could know that. She wished he could see the way a mere clumsy high school kid was turning her on and giving her brand-new pleasures. On the other hand, if Miles were able to see her now, he'd probably just sneer and call her a slut. Only sluts enjoyed sex, after all.
She put Miles out of her mind. He was gone from her life forever, and she could have the sex she'd always dreamed of. She wriggled out of her jeans and panties while Rob sucked her tits. Now she was totally naked, her satiny little body writhing with desire.
"Okay, honey, that's enough," she said hoarsely.
Rob released her spit-soaked nipples and raised his head--and saw that she was naked. His eyes locked on her cute little golden bush and stayed there, and he began to breathe raggedly. Stacy bent and spread her legs, showing him the ripe rosy flesh of her gash.
"Oh, wow, girls sure are different," he said.
"Yes, but they get just as horny as boys, and they can feel just as much pleasure," Stacy told him, taking his hand and guiding it down to her steaming pussy. "I'll show you just where girls like to be touched and how they like you to do it. This is my clit, the best place to touch."
Rob studied the pulsating hooded lump of flesh as she rubbed the tip of his index finger over it. She showed him just how to play with her clit, then let him solo. The great thing about teenage boys was, they were so quick to learn. They were wildly horny and had no prejudices about how to make out.
"Mmmmm, honey, yesssssss!" Stacy gurgled. "I love that!"
In a matter of minutes he'd picked up things that Miles hadn't learned in a lifetime. He didn't think it was dirty or wicked to play with a girl's pussy. He didn't think she was a bad woman because she got turned on. Just the opposite--he did everything he could to get her aroused.
This was the way Stacy had always wanted to make love, just taking her time, having lots of delicious foreplay. Now while Rob rubbed her clit and gave her a steady buzz of pleasure, she slowly removed his clothes, pausing to stroke and explore his smooth hard body. There was no rush at all.
Rob blushed a little as she undressed him, but he relaxed when he saw that she was turned on by his body. She took his stiffening young cock in her fist and pumped it, and it swelled up the rest of the way, going rock-hard and red-hot in her fingers. Stacy shivered with excitement as she felt it grow.
Rob was just as excited as she was. As she started playing with his prick he lost control and began fucking her fist, just going with his natural horny instincts. She knew he wouldn't last long. He needed to get that first climax over with, and she was aching to come, too.
"Let's get each other off, Rob," she said huskily.
"Oh, yeah, how?" he panted eagerly.
She guided his middle finger into her cunt and showed him how to finger-fuck her. He got the idea right away. She let him continue alone, and she went back to pumping his cock. She would have loved to fuck him, too, but they had plenty of time for that. He wouldn't have lasted long enough now to give her the fucking she dreamed of.
No, first she needed to take the hot edge off his desire, and she could do that by jacking him off while he finger-fucked her. They lay there panting with excitement as they masturbated each other, and Stacy enjoyed every naughty second of it. Miles wouldn't have done this with her in a million years.
Rob's only response was a lusty groan as she tightened her grip on his swollen cock and pumped it even faster. Hot sticky cream oozed from his piss hole and soaked her fingers. She clamped her hungry cunt around his jerking finger and let the fiery friction take her into orbit. Her squeezing fingers brought the boy off as she came.
"Awwwww, shit--aaaaggghhhhhhhh! " Rob yelled, drenching her fingers with his sizzling jism.
It was the best come Stacy had ever had--and she hadn't even fucked the kid yet. She was definitely onto something. She was on the track of the wonderful love- making her husband had refused to give her. No way was she letting Rob out of her bed till she'd gotten every bit of the loving she needed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rob lay beside Stacy with a happy but dazed look on his face. He probably couldn't believe what had just happened to him--but it was nothing compared to what she had planned next. The beautiful blond widow gazed at him and smiled.
"How do you feel, Rob?" she asked. "Terrific," he said, "but I must be dreaming."
"No, you're not, honey," she said.
"You're an attractive young man, and I like you. There's nothing so strange about that. Just remember, you can turn girls on."
Just to remind him of some of the things he'd already learned, she guided his hands to her lust-swollen tits. He wasn't so shy this time. He started molding and squeezing the hot globes, and Stacy gurgled with delight. She kissed him and snaked her hot tongue into his mouth.
She'd just finished coming, but already she wanted another orgasm. She wanted all she could get. After all, she was making up for more than ten years of lousy sex. While she kissed Rob and worked her tongue in his mouth, she reached again for his prick and pumped it.
Rob groaned and shivered. He felt like the luckiest kid in the whole world. Stacy, who was one of the prettiest and sexiest women he'd ever seen, had singled him out from all the other guys at camp and had taken him to her bed. You just couldn't get much luckier than that.
Still it was hard for the boy to understand why she'd chosen him. He wasn't exactly ugly, but he wasn't the best-looking guy at camp, either. He wasn't the most popular, and he didn't have the greatest personality. His only "in" was that he and Stacy worked together in the kitchen.
"Why me, Stacy?" he asked as they finally broke the kiss and came up for air. "You could have any guy you want." Stacy didn't want to hurt his feelings by explaining that he was simply the first opportunity she'd had.
"I just think you need this, Rob," she said with a warm smile, "and I want to give it to you. I need it, too, you know."
"You do?" he asked wonderingly. "How come? I wouldn't think you'd have any trouble getting guys."
"I was married up until last month, when my husband died," she said. "Before that--well, Miles was a very old-fashioned man. He didn't believe women should get any pleasure out of sex."
"What?" Rob exclaimed. "But that's not fair. That's ridiculous."
"I think so, too, but my husband didn't," Stacy said. "Anyhow, the point is, I didn't get much loving for the whole ten years I was married. Now's my chance."
"Oh, Stacy, I'll give you all the loving you want," Rob declared adoringly.
As they talked she was stroking his cock, and now she could feel it hardening and pushing her fingers wider and wider apart. It hadn't taken him long to bounce back from that orgasm. She was glad she'd chosen a teenage lover, someone as horny and hungry as she was.
"Let me show you another way to turn girls on," she said.
"Oh, yeah," Rob said eagerly. "I need all the help I can get in that department."
"Well, when I get through with you, you'll be way ahead of the class," Stacy said. "You'll know love-making techniques that grown men use. Like giving head, for instance."
Rob looked blank, and she saw that her work was cut out for her. But she was eager to get started. She intended to mold the boy into her dream lover, so he'd have to be able to eat her pussy. She lay flat on her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. "Take a good look, Rob," she said. Not that she needed to say anything. Much bolder now, Rob was already moving to kneel between her legs and gawk at her moist pink slit and its fine fringe of golden curls. He saw pearly cream leaking from her hungry cunt and dribbling down over her little puckered shitter. She didn't hide anything from his curious young eyes.
"You remember where my clit is?" she asked.
He nodded and pressed a fingertip against the tender little button. He started to stroke it just the way she'd taught him, running his finger stiffly around the sensitive shaft and giving her hot rushes of pleasure. Rob was a good student. He hadn't forgotten a thing.
"Good," Stacy said, her voice hoarsening with lust. "Now I want you to lick it."
She almost expected him to look disgusted. Miles sure had, the one and only time she'd asked him to go down on her. But Rob just flushed with excitement and went for it, flopping belly down between her thighs and sticking out his tongue. She wailed with ecstasy as the wet meat touched her clit.
"Oooooh, honey, yessssssss!" she moaned.
He was flicking his stiff tongue tip up and down over her clit, and it felt fantastically good. She'd never experienced a sharper pleasure. Molten cream poured from her cunt and down her ass crack as she lay there gurgling in bliss. She never wanted the wonderful sensations to stop.
Rob was experimenting to see what got her the most aroused. First he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and then he trailed it around the shaft, and finally he started lashing the throbbing nub with his whole tongue. Stacy couldn't have told him which she liked best, though, because she loved it all.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, I just love that!" she sobbed. "God, it's so good!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and forgot everything else. Her whole body sizzled with pleasure as the eager kid lashed his wet tongue all over her most sensitive organ. She could have gotten off so easily that way, yet she didn't want the tantalizing pleasure to end, so she held out.
"Wonderful, Rob!" she groaned. "Now suck it!"
His lips were around her clit in an instant. She suspected she'd chosen a natural-born pussy freak. Rob was going to make the girls very very happy, that was for sure. His naughty tongue would get him all the dates he could handle, once the word got around school.
But that was three months from now, and for the time being Stacy had the kid all to herself. She sobbed with bliss as he caught her whole throbbing clit between his lips and sucked greedily on it. He sucked hard and fast, and now she couldn't slow her rollercoaster ride toward orgasm.
The pleasure built so fast that she was wailing with it and creaming all over Rob's face. It was a pleasure a hundred times greater than anything she'd ever gotten from Miles. She couldn't believe she'd gone ten years without it. She felt really cheated. But her pleasure was a lot stronger than her disappointment.
The violent orgasm suddenly ripped through her body, and she threw back her head and screamed, "Ooooooh, shit, you did it, I'm cominggggggg!"
Rob tried to go on sucking her clit as she came, but she was writhing and bucking too hard for him to stay on target. He rose to his knees to watch the results of his efforts. He must have been proud to make this gorgeous older woman come so long and hard.
"Unnnnhhh, fuck, unnnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Stacy sobbed.
She lost track of time, but finally she opened her eyes again and saw Rob kneeling between her legs and looking at her with lust-glazed eyes. His handsome young cock was flat against his belly and oozing hot juice. She gave him a grateful smile as she caught her breath.
"That was just fantastic, Rob," she said. "You're going to be a wonderful pussy- eater. Now let me do something for you. Want me to suck your cock?"
"No," he said.
She gawked at him. She'd thought it would be every adolescent boy's dream to get a blow-job from a lusty older woman. "Then what do you want, honey?" she asked.
Rob turned deep red and had to clear his throat. He was gathering his courage. Finally he managed to croak, "I hope you won't get mad at me for saying this, Stacy, but what I'd really like is to fuck you."
Stacy broke into a grin.
"Oh, really?" she chuckled. "Well, no, I'm not mad, Rob. I think we can arrange for you to get what you want. I'd love to fuck you."
"You would?" he cried.
Then he just knelt there staring at her. She could tell he couldn't believe his good luck. Once again she was going to have to make the first move. She reached for him and drew him down on top of her. As he slid between her legs, she grasped his iron-hard young cock.
"Oh, wow, are we really gonna do it?" he panted.
Stacy didn't reply. She didn't have to. At that very second she was sliding his stiff cock into her cream-slick cunt. She jerked her hips up sharply as his cock slipped into her, and she took the rigid pole of meat to her womb.
"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss!" she moaned.
It took Rob a second to realize what had happened, that he'd lost his virginity in a split second of movement. He felt her seething velvety cunt all around his cock, felt her scorching cunt juices drenching his meat. Then he let out a happy yelp and started hammering his cock into her.
"Oh, wow!" he groaned. "Oh, fantastic!"
Stacy was happy for him but even happier for herself. Right way she knew this was going to be the best fuck of her life. It had to be, of course. She'd never had a decent one before, just those unannounced quickies from Miles that left her horny and unsatisfied.
But this was better than okay. This was wonderful. Rob had his second wind now and was fucking away tirelessly, like a machine. Letting his natural lust guide him, he was fucking her as hard and fast as he could, giving her terrific hot friction in her cunt and on her clit. She was loving every second of it.
"Am I doing it right, Stacy?" the boy panted. "Is this the way you want it?"
"You could slow down a little, honey!" she moaned. "We don't have to rush! Let's just take our time and enjoy it!"
Rob started to tell her that he was supposed to be the water boy at a softball game, then wondered what kind of idiot would do a thing like that. Fuck softball. He'd gladly miss the game and be punished. He'd do anything to go on fucking the beautiful camp cook, working his hard cock in her deliciously tight and slippery cunt.
At her request, though, he slowed down and fucked her deeply and sensuously. They both got off on that, writhing together and exchanging long steamy tongue-kisses. Stacy ground her mound greedily against his plowing cock, rubbing her clit against the hard shaft.
"Mmmmm, uuummmmm, I love it!" she gurgled.
And she added silently, Miles, wherever you are, this is what fucking is supposed to be like.
Of course it was too late to do Miles any good, but it wasn't too late for his horny young widow. She used her jerking hips to guide the inexperienced boy, getting him to slowly fuck her harder and faster. They took their time and gorged themselves on minute after minute of fucking.
It was the fuck Stacy had always dreamed of and ached for, slow and greedy and fantastically pleasurable. She was creaming buckets and couldn't stop. She licked Rob's ear and nuzzled his neck and clawed his shoulders. Her ripe tits wobbled against his chest.
"Uuuummm, honey, I never wanta stop!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me forever!"
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he moaned back.
But both of them were getting too aroused to hold out much longer. Soon they were in high gear again, making the little bunk creak and rattle as they fucked at each other like rutting animals. Stacy felt a sudden blast of pleasure in the hot depths of her cunt that flamed out to sear through every nerve in her body.
"Ooooooh, you're making me come!" she howled. "Oooooh, shit, whaaahhhhh!"
She heard Rob groaning as her fiery-hot little cunt went into hard spasms around his meat. He fucked into her like crazy, and she waited to feel the searing flood of his jizz. But it didn't happen. A long delicious minute later, as she began to come down from her orgasm, his cock was still hard.
"Honey, you didn't get off!" she exclaimed.
"I didn't want to!" he groaned. "I don't wanta quit yet! I wanta go on fucking you, Stacy!"
Naturally Stacy was delighted. She had ten years of frustration to make up for, and she needed all the fucking she could get.
"Okay, Rob," she said, "but let's do it another way this time."
"Another way?" he said. "I didn't know there was one."
"Let me show you," she grinned.
She rolled him off her and got into a crouch on her elbows and knees. She could hardly wait to make love doggy-style. Miles had always insisted on the missionary position. It was the only one he approved of. He refused to experiment in his love- making. Now Stacy was wild to try new things.
She didn't have to tell her teenage stud what to do. That was pretty obvious. Rob knelt behind her and crammed his nearly bursting cock into her slick sucking cunt. As he hit her womb, they both groaned with excitement. He started fucking her hard and fast, excited out of his mind.
"Unnnhhhhh, yessssss!" Stacy moaned.
This time she welcomed his speed. She just had to come again. It seemed like the more times she came, the more orgasms she needed. She simply couldn't get enough, but her horny young lover was helping a lot. He hammered his cock into her so hard that she almost toppled over.
"Oooooh, yeah, fuck it to meeeeeee!" she wailed.
Rob's ragged breathing told her that he was very close to shooting his load. Luckily she was about to come, too. All she had to do was clamp her cunt tight around his cock, and the fiery friction brought them both off. She howled hoarsely as the powerful climax rocked her body and Rob's molten jism flooded and overflowed her cunt.
"Unnnnnhhhh, God--whaahhhhhhh!" she howled.
"Awwwww, fuck--aaaaggghhhhhhh!" Rob yelped.
They came together, groaning and writhing, then collapsed on the bed to catch their breath. Stacy waited to feel guilty, but it didn't happen. She just felt well-fucked for the first time in her life, and it was a wonderful sensation. She gave Rob a grateful squeeze.
"Still feel like a sissy?" she grinned. He grinned back broadly and said, "Nope. The other guys may still call me one, but I'm gonna know better. Thanks a million, Stacy. I sure won't forget this."
"Honey, it was my pleasure," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
That evening Stacy had finished cleaning up the after-dinner mess in the kitchen and was walking wearily to her cabin when she stumbled on a fight. A circle of boys was cheering as two kids went at each other. They were so engrossed in the fight that nobody noticed Stacy.
In the circle was a scared-looking little kid, one of the youngest boys, and Eddie, a husky kid who was the camp bully. He pushed everybody around, and all the other kids were scared of him. Stacy had spotted him the very first day and she didn't like his behavior at all.
Now, though, she smiled. She'd finally caught Eddie in the act of breaking the camp rules, and she would see to it that he was punished. Not only that, she'd arrived before the smaller boy got hurt. She waded into the circle of shouting campers, and they all fell silent.
"All right, Eddie, you're in big trouble," she snapped. "You're coming with me to the headmaster's office."
Some of the other boys were grinning, and she knew that they were secretly glad to see Eddie get punished. He wasn't too popular, it seemed. Stacy could believe that. Not many people like a bully. She grabbed him by the collar and started marching him down the path toward the office buildings. He was a big guy, and she hoped he didn't decide to struggle.
To her relief, he just hung his head and - marched along, even though he was taller than she was. But as they got closer to the offices, he dug in his heels and refused to budge. Stacy glared at him, then gawked. Big mean Eddie actually looked like he was scared.
"Please, Mrs. Williams," he said, "don't take me down there. I'll behave for the rest of the summer, I promise. I won't get in any more fights. Just don't take me to the headmaster."
Stacy didn't feel too sympathetic.
"Well, Eddie, I can't just let you go," she said.
"Then punish me yourself," he begged. "You can spank me or anything you want."
"Why don't you want to see the headmaster?" she asked. "Are you afraid of him?"
"No," he said, "but he'll tell my folks, and then I'll really be in trouble. My dad'll kill me."
There was real fear in his voice when he mentioned his father. Stacy realized that there was one guy in Eddie's world bigger, tougher and meaner than he was--his dad. Suddenly she started feeling sorry for the kid. If his dad was a bully, too, then Eddie would have copied him. He wouldn't know any other way to behave.
"All right, Eddie, I'll punish you myself," she said, "but this is your last chance. One more bit of trouble and you're going right to the headmaster."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Eddie cried. "Thanks a million, Mrs. Williams."
It was funny to be thanked when she was about to punish him, Stacy thought. She changed directions and marched him to her little cabin. She made him sit down on the edge of the bed. Naturally she couldn't help thinking of all the delicious fun she'd had there with Rob that morning.
She also began to notice that Eddie was a sexy kid. He wasn't even a kid, really, more a young man. He was strong and tall and nicely built. Obviously he was a jock. Stacy had a wicked urge to see him without his clothes. She felt her pussy heating and creaming.
"Okay, Eddie, take down your pants," she barked.
This really was wicked of her, and she knew it. She had no wish to spank him. She just wanted to see his nice trim ass. Blushing, Eddie dropped his jeans and turned his back to her, showing her the seat of his jockey shorts. He took a deep breath and waited for the first blow.
"Take down your shorts, too," Stacy said.
Eddie blushed even harder as he tugged his shorts down over his hard-muscled ass. Stacy ogled his bare ass and almost gurgled with lust. All of a sudden her desire was flooding back in full force. She should have been content after her session with Rob, but she was horny all over again.
She walked up behind Eddie and yanked his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He gasped and blushed even harder. Stacy stood behind him practically panting on his ass, her pussy leaking hot sticky cream that soaked into her panties. She wanted this kid, all right, and she saw no reason not to have him.
What was he going to do, tell on her? No way in hell. If he was lucky enough to get seduced by the sexy camp cook, he sure wasn't going to ruin things. No, Stacy wasn't worried about that. She didn't feel guilty, either. She figured she'd be doing both the boy and herself a big favor.
"It isn't enough to spank you, Eddie," she said, leaning so close that her tits grazed his back. "I know you've been having naughty thoughts, too, and we have to get rid of them. I bet you've been saying dirty things about me to the other boys."
Eddie's ears turned red.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Williams," he said quickly.
But Stacy knew she was onto something. Rob had told her how the boys talked about her, how they fantasized about fucking her.
"Eddie," she said, "I know better. I know you've been thinking about making it with me. You get hard-ons when you think about me, don't you?"
As she asked the question, she reached around him and found his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a naughty squeeze. Eddie shivered and groaned, and then his eager teenage prick went swollen and hard in her fist. Stacy almost moaned with excitement.
"Oh, shit!" Eddie sighed.
His cock had just made a liar out of him. Now he figured he was really in for trouble. But the pretty camp cook just stood there behind him stroking and pumping his swollen cock. She was breathing hard on his neck. He couldn't help it--the whole scene was turning him on like crazy.
"You're thinking naughty things about me right now, aren't you, Eddie?" Stacy asked huskily.
"Yes, ma'am!" he croaked. "I guess you'll have to spank me for that, too!"
"I'm not going to spank you, Eddie," she said. "I have another punishment in mind. I want you to take off all your clothes, every stitch."
Eddie blushed furiously but obeyed, stripping while she stood back and watched. Stacy, she thought, you are outrageous. You really are a dirty old lady. But she didn't feel a bit of guilt about what she was doing, only hot excitement. Eddie didn't know it, but he was about to have a terrific time with the camp cook.
He stood stark naked with his back to her. He had a really nice body, hard-muscled and firm and so young. Stacy wanted to just push him onto the bed and fuck his brains out. On the other hand, she'd promised herself never to have a quickie again. She'd had ten years of them, and that was enough.
"Sit down, Eddie," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he sighed.
He couldn't help blushing as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. Now she could see his painfully engorged cock, evidence of all his wicked thoughts. And she was right about them. He'd spent plenty of nights jacking off and fantasizing that he was making it with her.
Stacy could hardly control herself as she studied his fat rigid prick. It was almost man-size and she could hardly wait to feel it in her starved little cunt. But it was no fun to rush a good thing. She stood right in front of Eddie and started taking off her clothes.
Eddie's eyes got huge. His mouth dropped open and stayed open. He couldn't believe what was happening. The beautiful blonde was stripping right in front of him. His cock gave a horny buck and started dripping hot cream on the floor. His balls felt ready to burst.
Stacy seemed perfectly cool and calm as she removed her cotton camp shirt and then her little lacy bra. Eddie groaned helplessly as her cute high-riding tits tumbled free of their confinement and stood out firm and stiff-nippled. Then things got even more exciting.
Stacy unzipped her jeans and skinned out of them, taking her sandals and panties along with them. She stood stark naked before the gawking horny kid. His eyes locked on the first real-live bush he'd ever seen, a neat little triangle of golden curls.
"You're having naughty thoughts about me right now, aren't you?" Stacy asked sternly.
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Eddie said hoarsely. "I mean, it'd be kinda hard not to, if you don't mind my saying so."
Stacy struggled not to laugh. She was having so much fun. Fun hadn't been part of Mile's vocabulary. She often wondered if he even know what it was. But Stacy thought sex ought to be fun, and she intended to have a whole lot of fun with young Eddie.
She walked over to him and practically pushed her little golden bush into his face. His eyes rolled, and he groaned. She folded back the soft fur and showed him the pink hooded lump of her clit. She could tell he'd never seen a pussy before. He was drinking in the new tantalizing sight.
"Here's your punishment, Eddie," she snapped. "You have to make me come. I'm alone here, and I get really horny, so that's your assignment. Are you going to cooperate?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" he groaned, sounding like he'd died and gone to heaven. "Yes, Mrs. Williams, you just tell me how to do it, and I'll do it! As much as you want!"
"Why, Eddie," she said cruelly, "haven't you ever gotten a girl off before?"
"No," he sighed. "I've never even had a date."
So big bully Eddie wasn't such a big man after all? Stacy began to feel sorry for him. He was all bluster, and nobody liked him. But she could teach him to be good to girls, starting right now. She leaned forward and rubbed her tangy-tasting clit against his lips.
"Lick me right there," she said. "Use the tip of your tongue and flick it up and down. Ohhhh, yessss!"
Eddie cooperated instantly. He did just as she told him to. It was probably the first time in his life that he'd acted like a good boy, not a troublemaker. But he'd probably never had such an interesting assignment before. Eagerly he whipped his stiff tongue tip up and down over Stacy's hot and throbbing joy button.
"Mmmmmm, very nice, Eddie!" she gurgled. "Just keep doing that and I'll come!"
"Yes, ma'am, I'll do it as long as you want," he said.
His voice had the same adoring tone as Rob's did. Both boys were wild for the sexy blonde widow. She was a dream come true for them, a living teenage sex fantasy. She was actually asking them to do all the crazy things they secretly lusted for. No wonder Eddie was cooperating.
Stacy braced her hands on his shoulders and just let the hot stabs of pleasure sizzle through her body as he eagerly tongue- whipped her clit. The pleasure built fast, and she knew she couldn't contain it long. She wanted to come again and again, and she was sure Eddie would be glad to help her out.
Eddie was flicking his tongue very fast over her engorged clit, giving her steady searing pleasure. She closed her eyes and went with it, rocketing into orbit. The hard climax began in the core of her clit and shook her whole body.
"Unnhhhh, yessss, I'm comingggg!" she screamed.
She heard Eddie's excited groan as she came right in his face. Her sizzling come- cream splattered him, but he went on greedily licking her clit, giving her sharp spasms of pleasure. He was learning how to be nice to another person. It wasn't so hard after all.
"Ummmmm, Eddie, honey, that was wonderful!" Stacy gurgled as she finally stopped coming. "You did that real good!"
"Thanks, Mrs. Williams," he croaked. "Would you please punish me some more?"
"Call me Stacy." She grinned. "And, no, I'm not gonna punish you. I just want us to have fun together. Are you having fun, Eddie?"
"Oh, I sure as shit am, Stacy!" he exclaimed. "I wanta get you off again!"
"Pretty soon, honey," she said. "Right now I'm gonna get you off. Stretch out on the bed, on your back."
His cock was about to explode, and Stacy figured she'd get him off in a nice way. She'd satisfy her own curiosity at the same time. She was dying to find out what it was like to go down on a guy. She knelt beside him, picked up his throbbing stiff cock, and began to lick it.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" Eddie groaned.
Like Rob, he thought he must be dreaming. The gorgeous young widow was running the tip of her little pink tongue all over his cock head and greedily gobbling up his salty juice. She acted like she was starved for his meat. Then suddenly she stuffed his whole cock into her mouth.
"Jesus, Christ!" Eddie yelped.
Stacy had acted on horny impulse. She'd never tasted cock before in her life, but right away she liked the special flavor so much that she craved a whole mouthful of it. She sucked in every inch of Eddie's rigid hot prick and began to suck it like crazy.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmmmmmm!" she moaned.
Eddie panted nervously, "Stacy, that's fantastic, but I'm gonna come in your mouth!"
As briefly as she could, Stacy released his meat and said, "Eddie, relax. I want you to come in my mouth. I wanta eat your come, honey."
He gawked at her as if he couldn't believe what she'd said. She stuffed his prick back into her steaming mouth and sucked it even harder and louder, making an obscene wet slurping sound that filled the cabin. Eddie stopped fighting it. He had no choice. He wanted to be a gentleman, but he just couldn't hold out a second longer.
"Awwww, shit--aaaggghhhhh!" he bellowed.
"Mmmmm, unnhhhhh!" Stacy moaned.
She was getting her first mouthful of come, and she was loving it. She held the hot tasty load as long as she could, till it was squirting from the corners of her lips. Then she gulped it all down and licked her mouth to get the very last drops. Eddie flopped back on the bed with a blissful groan.
"I can't believe that really happened," he said breathlessly, "but it sure was wonderful."
"It really happened, honey," Stacy said, "and it's gonna get even more wonderful. I'm still horny. I want you to get me off some more."
"I can't fucking believe this," Eddie sighed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Believe it," Stacy said, flopping onto her back and opening her thighs wide. "I want you to go down on me again, Eddie. Will you do that?"
"Oh, you bet," Eddie cried eagerly.
He would have done anything to please her, and she knew it. She was taking advantage of the boy's lust, but he was going to get his reward soon. Stacy was no cock- teaser. She just wanted some more foreplay before they fucked. She'd never had any foreplay in her life.
God knows, she'd wanted it. During her ten years of marriage to Miles she'd ached for him to kiss her, play with her tits, do something naughty and exciting with her pussy--but of course it had never happened. Now she was free to find a man who'd do every kinky thing she wanted.
Eddie crawled between her splayed thighs and flopped onto his belly. She felt his hot moist breath tickling her slit, then the thrilling wet touch of his tongue on the engorged hot flesh. He started lashing his tongue up and down her gash, and she moaned with pleasure.
If only Miles had done that to her, she never would have considered leaving him. But she'd needed a man of another generation, somebody more her own age. She needed a man modern and liberated enough to believe that women should enjoy sex. Well, there was no question about Eddie's beliefs.
He was doing his best to turn her on. He was whipping that greedy wet tongue all over her creamy gash and gobbling up her tangy juices. He knew she could feel hot pleasure, and he was doing everything he could to give it to her. Stacy appreciated his efforts. She'd never had this much fun with her stern older husband.
She loved it, and she was greedy for even more intense pleasure. She folded back the soft golden fur of her pussy and showed Eddie the tiny mouth of her cunt. The little hole was leaking pearly cream that dribbled down over her ass crack and puddled on the bunk beneath her.
"That's my cunt, Eddie," she said breathlessly. "I'd just love it if you stuck your tongue in there."
"Hey, you got it," he said.
Miles would have fainted with disapproval if she'd asked him to do that, but Eddie thought it was a terrific idea. He made his tongue stiff and crammed it into her pussy hole, pushing as deep as he could. Stacy arched her body to take it and cried out hoarsely with bliss. With that very first thrust she knew she was going to love being tongue-fucked.
She didn't even have to tell Eddie what to do. He sensed what she wanted. He pushed his stiff tongue as deep as he could into her velvety tight cunt, then started hammering the slick meat up and down, using it like a cock. Stacy creamed all over his face. "God, yessss!" she hissed. "That's perfect, baby, don't stop! Yeah, fuck me with your tongue!"
She felt him give a lusty shudder when she said the word fuck, and she knew what was on his mind. It wasn't hard to guess. Just like Rob, he wanted to lose his cherry with the horny camp cook. Well, he had a nice surprise coming. Stacy intended to give him everything he wanted.
She just wasn't in a hurry, that was all. She lay there with her eyes closed and her teeth bared in a lusty snarl as she was tongue-fucked for the very first time. It was heaven for her. It was the kind of naughty but delicious experience she'd ached to have for years.
Her cream flooded out in molten rushes, soaking Eddie's tongue and puddling on the bunk. She felt herself floating easily towards climax. It was going to be the easiest orgasm she'd ever had. She thought of how she used to have to struggle for orgasms with Miles, to get off before he did. No such problem with her teenage lovers.
"Eddie, do it real hard now, honey," she said hoarsely. "Yes, yes, make me come." Eddie was happy to cooperate, hoping he'd get the reward of his dreams. He wanted to stick his hugely swollen cock into the same juicy little hole he was tonguing. He could die happy then, he thought. He was so sick of being a virgin. It was damned embarrassing.
So he worked his tongue as fast and hard as he could in Stacy's squirting red-hot fuck hole, and he felt the little tunnel getting even tighter around his tongue. Stacy arched her body till her ass left the bunk, taking his tongue deeper and deeper. Then suddenly she was bucking and howling.
"Oooooooh, you did it to meeeee!" she screeched. "I'm cominggg, oooooooh!" Eddie couldn't keep his tongue in her cunt when she was bucking like that, so he just moved back and watched her come. All he cared about now was fucking her. He didn't care about all the power struggles at camp or what the other guys thought about him. All of a sudden that didn't seem important at all.
No, he just wanted to be a real man with his sexy older lover. Stacy was so beautiful, he thought, blonde, curvy and seductive. He'd be the luckiest kid in the world if he could just go all the way with her.
Finally she stopped writhing and sighed. "Eddie, that was just great. You made me come so good. What can I do for you now, honey?"
Eddie swallowed hard and looked down at his brand-new hard-on. He didn't have to tell Stacy what he wanted. It was so obvious. But she was determined to make him say it. It turned her on to hear attractive young men beg her to fuck them. Finally he blushed and spoke.
"Stacy, please don't get mad," he said, "but what I'd really like to do is go all the way with you."
Stacy reached out and stroked his red-hot drooling teenage cock.
"Mmmmm, Eddie, that sounds like a wonderful idea," she purred. "I'm so horny, and I'd just love to have you fuck me."
She was really being outrageous, and she knew it, but she loved turning him on. He snorted with excitement, and his cock bucked hard against her stroking fingers. Then, unable to control himself a second longer, he gave a lusty roar and threw himself on top of her.
"Oh, yeah, Stacy, let's do it right now," he begged hoarsely.
Stacy laughed and opened her legs as wide as she could. Eddie sank down between them and began feverishly hammering his steel-hard young cock against her wet slit. All he did was skid and slide. He couldn't find his target. He groaned in frustration.
"Aw, dammit all to hell!" he cried.
"Easy, tiger," Stacy said. "I'll help."
She grasped his straining hot cock and slid it into her smoking little pussy hole. As Eddie felt his meat being enveloped in that sizzling velvety flesh, he groaned in bliss. He gave a rough shove and pushed to her womb, losing his cherry in one delicious thrust.
"Ahhhhh, yeah!" he groaned.
"Yes, baby, fuck me good!" Stacy cried. She let her natural lusty instincts take over, and she found herself wrapping her legs around the kid's waist and locking them there. Eddie was pounding away, and with her legs up like that she could take his prick to her hottest depths. She rubbed her clit against his pistoning shaft.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, yesssss, unnnnhhhh!" she sobbed.
It seemed incredible, but she was getting better fucking from teenage virgins than she ever had from her much older husband. She could never go back to the old ways now. Now she knew what good loving was like. If she ever married again, it would have to be to a guy who believed in getting his woman off, not just getting himself off.
"Do you like it, Stacy?" Eddie panted. "Am I doing it the way you want it?"
"Yes, baby, I love it!" Stacy gurgled. "Just keep fucking me fast and hard! That's the way I like it best!"
Eddie beamed with pride. It was only his first fuck, but he was doing it right. He was making a gorgeous older woman howl and writhe with pleasure. He kept up his steady rough pace, and she kept her legs wrapped around his waist, taking his hammering cock as deep as she could get it.
Stacy couldn't believe how easy it was to come with the right lover. She didn't even have to try. With Eddie's stiff cock hammering relentlessly in her juicy cunt and rubbing steadily over her clit, she couldn't have stopped those climaxes even if she'd wanted to. And of course she didn't want to.
She didn't know how many orgasms it would take to ease the nagging lust she'd stored up over the years, out she was just going to keep trying for what she needed. She let Eddie pound her over the edge into yet another body-wracking climax. The pleasure ripped through her like a long explosion.
"Ohhhh, shit, whaaahhhhhh!" she screamed.
Eddie groaned as her hot little cunt went into hard greedy spasms around his prick. She bucked beneath him and clawed his back as she climaxed, and he felt her sizzling cunt cream soaking his meat. He could hardly believe he'd made this older woman come so good.
"Ooooooh, honey, I love it, oooooh!" she wailed.
Stacy wanted to glut herself on orgasms. She wanted to come till she passed out. And maybe cooking at this camp was her perfect chance. All she had to do was collect enough horny teenage lovers to fuck her for hours on end. Then she'd know how much she could take.
Stacy, she thought, you're outrageous. Here she was coming with one kid and already planning to seduce others. Maybe she ought to be ashamed of herself, but she really didn't see any harm in what she was doing. She'd love it and so would the boys. Already she'd made two boys very happy by taking their cherries and building their egos.
"Mmmm, Eddie, that was wonderful!" she sighed as she finally stopped coming.
"Let's do it some more, Stacy," he begged. "My cock's still hard."
"Yes, I can feel it," she said eagerly. "We'll fuck some more, but let's do it another way this time."
Like Rob, he looked a little surprised when she mentioned that there was more than one way to fuck, but he didn't say anything. She rolled him off her and got into the doggy-position. He understood what to do, and he quickly knelt behind her, grasped her slim hips, and socked his stiff cock into her slick molten box.
"Oooooooh, yesssss!" she hissed. "Get into me, Eddie, fuck me good!"
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he groaned.
The kid was blissed out. He still couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, a real man now, pounding his stiff cock into the cook's deliciously snug and fiery cunt. He was really fucking, a real-live woman instead of his fist and his fantasies. He wished the fun would never end.
Stacy shared that feeling. She just wanted to go on fucking all night. But soon it would be curfew, and if Eddie was missing from his dorm, the whole camp would be looking for him. It just wouldn't do for them to find him naked in the cook's cabin, fucking her brains out.
No, the fun would have to end soon, but first Stacy intended to get off a few more times. Crouched on her hands and knees, clawing deliriously at the bunk cover, she felt Eddie's tireless teenage cock plowing into her again and again, taking her effortlessly toward release.
"Eddie, you're fucking me so good, honey!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, God, do it as hard as you can, make me come!"
Eddie gulped air and gave her what she wanted. He fucked into her like there was no tomorrow. He fucked her so hard that she had to brace her hands against the wall to keep from being knocked over. But Stacy loved every second of that almost brutal fucking.
"Yes, yes, that's it, fuck meeeee!" she wailed.
She closed her eyes and felt the red-hot friction taking her into orbit. The climax burst from the steaming depths of her cunt and rattled every bone in her lusty little body. Eddie felt her cunt clamping and creaming around his cock, then heard her lust-hoarsened cries.
"You did it, I'm comingggg-- whaahhhhhh!" she wailed.
Again Eddie shivered with pride. He didn't have to be told that he was giving this sexy older woman a terrific fuck. She wasn't hiding her ecstasy as she writhed around the skewer of his hard cock and came for almost a full minute. His prick was drenched with her come.
"Ummmmm, sweetie, you still didn't get off," she gurgled. "We have to quit soon, before curfew."
"Just one more time," Eddie begged. "I'll get off this time for sure."
"All right," Stacy said, "but on one condition. You won't be a bully any more."
"I promise," Eddie said. "I won't break another rule. I'll be the best-behaved guy in camp."
"Good!" Stacy laughed. "Now lie on your back!"
Eddie flopped backwards, obeying instantly, and she whirled around and mounted him. The next thing the dazed kid knew, the beautiful blonde was riding his prick. It was fully into her, and she was sitting on it and moaning, her cute tits wobbling and swinging. It had happened so fast, he'd started fucking her automatically.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Eddie, fuck my brains out!' Stacy moaned. .
Eddie grinned like a maniac and started fucking her even harder. He knew he was going to come this time. No way could he hold out any longer. He was going to blast her full of about ten gallons of come. He leered at her, drinking in the thrilling sight as he pounded his prick to her womb. "Hard enough, Stacy?" he panted. "God, yes, don't be gentle!" she moaned. "Just give me everything you've got, baby! Fuck me crazy!"
Eddie was more in danger of fucking himself crazy. He flew out of control and fucked into her with all his speed and force. Stacy was triggered into a body-blasting climax by all that hot friction, and her sucking, clamping cunt brought Eddie off, too. She felt the huge sizzling flood of his load filling her womb.
"Ohhhhh, God, whaaahhhhhh!" she howled. "Cream meeeee!"
"Unnnnhhhhh, fuck, shit-- aaaggghhhhh!" Eddie roared, jetting his load into a woman for the first time.
When he left soon afterward, Stacy gave him a grateful hug, knowing she was going to sleep well that nigh- For once in her life she wasn't going to toss and turn with lust. She felt deliciously well-fucked, thanks to her teenage lover.
Of course tomorrow she'd feel horny again, but somehow she didn't think that was going to be a problem.
CHAPTER EIGHT
All the next day Eddie stared longingly at Stacy whenever he could get near her. Rob stared at her the rest of the time. She knew both boys were dying to make out with her again, and of course the feeling was mutual. But she'd realized they had to be more careful.
The camp cook couldn't be seen disappearing into her cabin time after time with the same guys. Somebody was bound to get suspicious. Stacy couldn't afford to lose her job, no matter how lusty she felt or how badly she wanted one of her young lovers.
No, it might be smart just to cool it for a day or so. She smiled at Eddie and Rob but made no move to get closer to them or invite them to her cabin. She hoped they'd understand that she was being cautious, not rejecting. She didn't get a chance to talk with either of them.
Just as she was bringing a second try of food out for the campers' dinner, a biscuit went sailing by her head and smashed against a wall. One of the boys was standing on his chair grinning and getting ready to throw another biscuit.
"Food fight!" he yelled.
The dining hall erupted. Boys were throwing food in every direction. Stacy ducked back into the kitchen, barely managing not to spill her tray. She was furious. There was going to be an enormous mess to clean up, and of course that was her job. She grabbed for the wall phone and called the headmaster.
"You'd better get to the dining hall right away, Mr. Flegmeister," she said. "All hell's breaking loose."
Flegmeister, a grim-looking bald man in his fifties, came charging into the hall a few minutes later, only to get hit in the face with a wad of mashed potatoes. Then he was really pissed. The boys fell silent and scared as he glared at them, knowing they were in big trouble.
"You boys are going to clean up every bit of this mess yourselves," he barked. "Mrs. Williams, did you see who started the fight?"
"Yes, sir, I did," Stacy replied grimly. "It was Allen, and after he's finished his share of the cleaning, I'd like to punish him personally."
"You certainly have my permission," Flegmeister said. "All right, boys, get to work."
It wasn't that Stacy got off on punishing boys. It was just that she'd had a terrific, naughty idea. She knew it was too risky for her to see Eddie or Rob that evening, but she didn't have to go to bed horny. She had the perfect excuse for taking Allen to her cabin and keeping him there for some time. Everyone would think he was being no punished.
Allen was like the camp clown, always starting some kind of mischief. He was cute, too, a little lanky and awkward but handsome. Stacy was just dying to put her hands on him. She'd caught him eyeing her a few times, staring longingly at her tits or her ass, and she knew he'd cooperate with her.
After about an hour the boys had the dining hall clean again, and Flegmeister gave them permission to go to their dorms--all except Allen. He turned the boy over to the camp cook with grim satisfaction.
"Make sure he gets punished in a way he'll never forget, Mrs. Williams," he said.
"Oh, yes, sir, I will," Stacy said. "Come on, Allen, march."
Allen hung his head and followed her silently to her cabin. For once the camp clown wasn't laughing. He knew he'd really fucked up by getting caught, and he was resigned to some awful humiliation from the cook. Stacy played along, not letting him see her amusement.
They entered the cabin, and she turned to face Allen.
"All right, young man, strip," she said.
Allen gawked at her.
"Do what?" he gasped.
"Strip," Stacy said. "Take off your clothes. Every bit of them."
Allen slowly turned as red as a human being could. But he knew he didn't have a choice in the matter. Stacy had the headmaster's permission to punish him in any way she wanted. He began removing his clothes, almost groaning with embarrassment. Stacy leaned against the wall and watched him.
It was hard to look grim when she felt so aroused. The boy had a fine hard body, the muscles well-defined. His cock was nearly man-size. Stacy stared at his dangling prick and felt sizzling cream squirt from her cunt and soak into her panties. She could hardly wait to fuck the kid.
She never liked to rush, but tonight she felt more urgency than usual. It had been twenty-four hours since she'd made love, and she was getting greedy about that. She didn't like to do without. The more she fucked, the more addicted she got. She needed it all the time now.
Allen stood before her blushing like crazy as she studied his naked body. She snapped out of her horny thoughts and barked, "All right, undress me."
Again he gawked at her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, "but did I hear you right?"
"You kids go to too many rock concerts," Stacy said. "You're ruining your hearing. I said, undress me. Take my clothes off. Do it now."
"Yes, ma'am," Allen said, bug-eyed. He crossed the room and stood before her and reached shakily for her shirt buttons. He was very clumsy at it, and Stacy almost groaned with impatience. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans, speeding things along. Allen got her shirt off, then stared at her tightly packed bra.
"That, too?" he asked hoarsely.
"Of course!" she snapped. "I said take off everything!"
He gave a big sigh and started fumbling with the catch of her bra. Stacy was going wild with lust and impatience. She wriggled out of her jeans and panties, then pushed Allen's hands out of the way and undid the bra herself. She flung it aside, and he stared at her gorgeous tits.
As he stared, she watched his cock rise. It twitched and began to swell. It grew long and stiff and fat. In seconds it was hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. Stacy had all she could do to keep from growling with horniness. She stepped back and tried to look stern.
"Shame on you, Allen," she said. "Your cock got hard."
He looked down at his stiff hard-on and groaned.
"Mrs. Williams, I just couldn't help it," he said. "I mean, you're naked, for chrissake, and you're a beautiful woman, and I just couldn't help getting a hard-on!" Stacy could hardly keep from breaking into a grin. She grabbed Allen by the shoulders and steered him over to her bed. She plunked him down to sit on the edge, and she stood before him, her cute golden bush practically in his face. He stared at the neat triangle and moaned softly.
Stacy folded back the soft fur and showed him the tiny pink bud of her clit.
"Lick me there," she said:. "That's your punishment, Allen. You have to lick me till I come."
"I must be dreaming," he muttered.
Then he stuck out his tongue and started moving it up and down over her clit. It felt wonderful, and she couldn't keep from gurgling with delight. Sizzling juice began to drip from her cunt and run down her legs. She just adored having her pussy licked.
"Yessss, good!" she hissed. "Just keep doing that till you get me off!"
She looked down and saw that his swollen teenage cock was standing up stiffly in his lap and drooling. In just a little bit she'd relieve him of that hard-on, but first she wanted to indulge herself in the delicious sensation of having her clit tongued.
"Mmmmm, a little faster now!" she gurgled. "Use more pressure! Yes, yes, that's perfect!"
Allen had to know she was getting off on it. Her clit was scorching hot and throbbing like crazy against his lashing tongue. He could hear the lusty hoarseness in her voice and see the thick cunt cream rolling down her inner thighs. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking.
"You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you, Allen?" Stacy asked wickedly.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Williams!" he cried.
"Allen, I'm going to punish you if you're not honest," she said. "I want the truth. You'd like to stick your cock in me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, ma'am, I would!" he groaned. "Every guy in camp would!"
"Well, Allen," Stacy purred, "this is your chance."
"What?" he croaked.
She slid onto the bed and pulled the astonished boy on top of her. She just couldn't wait any longer to feel his stiff cock in her greedy little cunt. Later they could do other delicious things, but right now she just had to get laid. She grabbed his prick and stuck it into her slippery pussy hole. "Fuck me, Allen!" she groaned.
"Holy shit!" he yelped.
It had all happened so fast, it took him a second to register the fact that he'd lost his cherry and that he had his cock in a woman's cunt for the very first time. He could feel Stacy writhing impatiently beneath him, her ripe tits wobbling against his chest. He felt her wet cunt sucking at his prick.
"Oh, come on, honey, fuck me!" she whimpered. "I want it so bad, Allen-- move, do it to me!"
"Oh, hey, yeah!" Allen cried, finally believing it.
He just went with his natural instincts and started hammering his iron-hard prick into her as fast as he could. He was groaning with bliss and fucking into her like a pile driver. That was just what Stacy needed, a good rough fucking. She wailed blissfully and rubbed her clit against his pounding cock.
"Unnnhhhh, eeeee, yesssss!" she howled.
Rob heard that lusty feminine howl as he approached the cabin. During the food fight he'd just kept out of the way, not wanting to make Stacy mad at him. He would have loved getting in on the food fight, but he was even more interested in remaining Stacy's lover.
So he'd behaved himself, and what was his reward? Stacy took another guy to her cabin. Oh, she said she was taking Allen there for punishment, but Rob knew Stacy and suspected that she had something else in mind. She didn't seem to be a one-man woman. She seemed to like variety. Rob tried to accept that, but he felt suspicious and jealous.
Now he heard Stacy's voice, loud and hoarse with lusty pleasure, and he rushed to peep in the window. Sure enough, his worst suspicions were true. Stacy and Allen were naked on her bunk, fucking like bunnies. Rob felt like putting his fist through the window.
The window was open a little, and he could hear his beautiful blond lover moaning, "Oh, yeah, Allen, honey, fuck me good and hard! Oooooooh, I love it!"
Rob gritted his teeth and thought about killing Allen, but he knew he had to control himself. If he went busting in there right now and created a scene, it wouldn't get him anywhere. He had to play it Stacy's way. If he made her angry, he could kiss fucking goodbye for the rest of the summer.
So the angry kid forced himself to just stand there and watch while he simmered down. He watched Allen's trim muscular ass knotting and jerking as he pounded his cock into Stacy's juice-slick cunt. He watched her clawing Allen's back and grimacing with hot pleasure.
It was painful to watch, yet at the same time it made him wildly aroused. He knew just what Allen was feeling as he pistoned his nearly-bursting hard-on in that slippery silky flesh. Rob felt his own balls swelling and crowding his jeans, his cock stiffening and straining against his fly. He ached to be in Allen's place--and maybe there was a way he could be. He broke into a wicked grin.
Yes, a plan was coming to him, but this wasn't exactly the right moment to spring it on Stacy. He could be patient now. He rubbed his fly and felt his rock-hard prick throbbing as he watched Allen fucking harder and harder into Stacy's wet and smoking cunt.
"Unnnhhh, God, honey, mat's so good!" Stacy moaned. "You like it?"
"Shit, yeah!" Allen panted. "But aren't you supposed to be punishing me?"
"Are you going to complain to Flegmeister?" she giggled.
"Naw, I don't think so." Allen laughed.
He was relaxing now, getting less awkward and more bold, and Stacy felt she could show him a few things. He let her ease him into a kneeling position, and then she flung her legs up over his shoulders. That really turned him on. He could see his cock in action, pistoning in and out of her cunt.
"Wild, huh?" she said with a wicked grin. "Want to go on fucking me all summer, Allen?"
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" he panted.
"Then promise me, no more food fights," Stacy said. "No more trouble from you."
"I just became a saint," Allen declared.
"Good, then fuck my brains out, saint," she laughed.
Allen slid his hands under her churning little ass and started fucking into her with everything he had. The bunk bed creaked and groaned, and Stacy howled her pleasure. Allen was snorting and groaning. It sounded like a whole barnyard in there, and Rob knew they couldn't hear his heavy breathing as he spied.
They were going to be aware of his presence very soon, though. He kept on grinning broadly as he watched them fuck each other toward climax. He didn't feel jealous now. He knew he was going to get whatever he wanted from Stacy. He was sure his plan would work.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeeeeee!" Stacy sobbed.
She was feverishly rubbing her swollen clit against Allen's jackhammering cock. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her pretty face was twisted into a lusty mask. Rob could tell that she was right on the verge of coming. She stiffened for a second, groaned, and then her curvy body began to convulse.
"Ohhhhh, God, Allen, you're making me come!' she wailed. "God, yesssss! Ohhhh, shit, whaaaaahhhhh!"
"Take my load, Stacy, aaawwwwww!" Allen howled.
As he pounded his load into her and she sobbed with bliss, Rob left the window and went around to the door. He walked right into the cabin without hesitation. Stacy and Allen were still coming and didn't even notice him for a moment. Then they froze, caught in the act, Allen's cock still buried deep in Stacy's cunt.
"Oh, my gosh!" Rob exclaimed. "I'm really shocked by that, Mrs. Williams! I'm just going to have to report you guys to the headmaster!"
Allen groaned, but Stacy just snorted. "Rob," she said, "cut the crap."
CHAPTER NINE
Rob struggled to keep a straight face. "It's not crap," he said. "You two are in big trouble. I'm gonna go tell Flegmeister."
"Oh, shit, Stacy, if my folks find out about this, I'm dead!" Allen groaned.
"Don't worry about it, Allen," Stacy said calmly. "Rob's not gonna tell anybody about anything. Not if I give him what he wants. Right, Rob?"
"Right," Rob said, breaking into a big grin. "How about it, Stacy? Can I have a turn now, please?"
"What's he talking about?" Allen demanded.
"Well, you see, Allen, Rob's my boyfriend, too," Stacy said. "Naturally he wouldn't be too pleased if I spent the whole evening getting it on with you and didn't do anything with him."
Allen thought it over a moment, then glared.
"I'm not leaving," he said. "I just got started. And I was here first."
"Then I guess I'll just have to go tell the headmaster about you," Rob said angrily. "No way am I giving up Stacy."
Stacy felt like knocking their heads together. They were spoiling a perfectly good thing by fighting. She'd be more than happy to have both of them as lovers, but they wouldn't share her. It was just ridiculous. But she figured she still had some leverage left. Both boys wanted to fuck her for the rest of the summer.
"Okay, boys, this is getting to be tedious," she said. "Here's how it is. Either you two cooperate and share me, or you both get left out. What's it gonna be?"
"But he'll tell on us, Stacy," Allen said.
"Let him." Stacy said. "I really doubt Mr. Flegmeister will believe a wild story like that."
Rob's face fell. Stacy had his number. Of course he'd never intended to tell the headmaster a thing. He wasn't a rat. But now his bluff had been called, and he knew his plan wouldn't work. He had to play it Stacy's way or lose what was most important to him, being her lover.
"Okay, you win," he sighed. "I'll share you. But please give me a turn tonight, Stacy. I'm so horny for you."
Stacy could see that. The fly of his tight jeans looked ready to burst with his urgent hard-on. A wicked idea came to her. Instead of sending one boy away, why not keep them both? Instead of making them take turns on alternate nights, why not make love to them one after the other? The idea really excited her. She knew she was up for it. She needed all the hot loving she could get. She turned to Allen with a mischievous grin on her face.
"How about it, Allen?" she asked. "Are you willing to share me, or do you just wanta leave?"
"I'm not going anywhere," Allen said. "Fine, then that's settled," Stacy said. "Rob, take off your clothes and join us." When she said join us, the boys gawked at each other. Finally they understood what the beautiful blond meant by sharing. They weren't going to alternate nights. One was going to make out with her while the other watched. That was pretty heavy, but what choice did they have?
They could either join the kinky party or go without any sex at all for the rest of the summer. The choice was very easy to make. After a moment's hesitation, Rob skinned out of his clothes as fast as he could. Allen scooted to the far side of the bunk, making room for him.
"I'm so glad you boys decided to do it my way," Stacy purred.
She could hardly believe how wicked she was being. Miles would have dropped dead all over again if he'd been here to witness this outrageous scene. She was going to make love with two teenage boys, one after the other, boys almost young enough to be her sons. She'd be fucking one of them while the other watched.
Stacy loved the idea. She didn't feel at all inhibited as Rob slid into her arms and kissed her. He darted his wet tongue into her mouth, and she responded with her naughty tongue. She ground her mound against his hard throbbing cock and felt him shiver with desire for her.
Now, this was loving. This was the way she'd always hoped sex would be, one delicious session after another, never being left high and dry. As soon as she finished with one eager teenage lover, another would be ready and waiting. She couldn't fail to be satisfied tonight.
"Mmmmm, Rob, honey, go down on me!" she gurgled.
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, and Rob rolled between them. She saw the top of his head and felt his hot moist breath fanning her eager slit. Then she moaned in ecstasy as his hot slick tongue began lashing up and down her sensitive pussy folds.
"Oooooh, yeah, honey, lick meeeeeee! " she cried.
She glanced at Allen and saw that a big change had come over him in just a minute of watching. He wasn't angry and resentful about having to share her, not any more. His eyes were hot and aroused as he watched her getting her pussy licked. The scene was turning him on fast, and his tireless adolescent cock was swelling and rising again.
Perfect, Stacy thought, just perfect.
She lay there writhing and moaning with pleasure as Rob ate her pussy just the way she'd trained him to, raking his slick hot tongue relentlessly through the swollen folds of her cunt. He tickled her hot little clit with the tip of his tongue and rimmed the oozing mouth of her cunt. He even licked her tiny puckered asshole.
"Ohhhhh, God, Rob, I love that!" she moaned. "Keep doing it, honey, get me off!"
"Gosh, Stacy, you sure need to get off a lot," Allen said in surprise.
"I'm a very horny lady, Allen," she said without shame. "My husband didn't believe in getting women off. I went ten years without enough sex. That's why I need both of you boys now."
"Oh, we understand, Stacy," Allen said quickly. "We'll be glad to help."
"Yeah, Stacy, we'll make sure you get what you want," Rob promised breathlessly. "You won't need any other guys but us."
Interesting--the enemies had turned into allies. Rob and Allen were joining forces to monopolize Stacy. Well, she couldn't promise anything. If Eddie should show up, she sure wasn't going to turn him away. The more lovers she could get, the better. She had so much lost time to make up for.
As a matter of fact, Eddie wasn't far away. He'd been thinking lustily about the sexy camp cook, and by the time the sun began to set, he was horny out of his mind. To hell with the risks, he just had to see Stacy. He sneaked out of his dorm and made his way to her cabin.
He was about to tap on the door when he thought he heard voices inside. He didn't want to do something really stupid like walk in when she was having a conference with the headmaster, so he went around to the window and peered in to see what was happening.
"What the fuck?" he gasped.
He blinked and looked again. His eyes hadn't deceived him. Stacy had company, all right, but it wasn't Flegmeister. She was naked on her bed with two naked guys. One was going down on her while the other one watched. Both boys had hard-ons, and Stacy was obviously enjoying herself.
"Unnnhhh, honey, suck my clit!" she moaned. "I just have to get off!"
"No problem," Rob said.
He jammed his lips to her clit and began to suck it loudly. Eddie could hear the obscene wet sucking noises through the half open window. They drove him wild. He felt angry that Stacy had other lovers, but it was turning him on hotly to watch her making out with them. He wondered if he was some kind of pervert.
All he knew was that he seethed with envy, yet he just had to watch. He knew those two guys. Rob worked in the kitchen, and the other boys had given him a bad time for that. But Stacy found him plenty macho. And Allen, the camp clown, rated high with her, too.
Somehow they'd been invited for an m evening of fun, and Eddie hadn't. He wondered why, and he ached to get in on the action. He felt his balls swelling and his cock ballooning as he spied on the wild scene. Stacy's shrill pleasure-filled voice made him almost growl with lust.
"Oh, yeah, lover, suck me good and hard!" she cried. "Make me come!"
Her face was contorted with lust, her nice white teeth flashing in a grimace of pleasure. She clawed hard at the bunk as Rob noisily and greedily sucked her clit. She arched her body till her ass left the bed, hungrily shoving her clit harder between his lips. She stiffened for a second, then began to shake and writhe.
"Oooooooh, shit, whaaahhhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
She was coming hard, and Eddie almost came along with her. His cock nearly exploded in his pants. Her hoarse cries of bliss reminded him of fucking her, and he recalled how great her moist hot cunt had felt around his cock, how it squeezed and sucked at his meat as she came.
"Unnnhhhh, Rob, suck meeeeeeee!" she sobbed.
Rob was sucking away like crazy, his head bobbing up and down. He kept at it till Stacy flopped back limp and gasping for breath. Then he rose to his knees and stared at her with hot longing, his cock hugging his belly and leaking a trail of sticky cream.
No question about what he wanted. The problem was, Allen wanted the same thing. Allen had an identical belly-hugging cock- stand and was looking at Stacy in the same lusty way. As he spied, Eddie couldn't help grinning. He wondered how this contest was going to work out.
"Please, Stacy, let's fuck now," Rob said as the pretty blond came down from her long climax.
"Hey, no way, man!" Allen cried. "It's my turn to fuck her!"
"Like hell!" Rob snapped. "I never got to do it yet. You had your turn."
Stacy sighed as the last delicious aftershocks of orgasm rippled through her body. She was having such a terrific time, and she wished her young lovers wouldn't spoil it by fighting over her. After all, there was plenty of her to go around. She had enough lust to satisfy a dozen men.
"Boys," she said firmly, "knock it off. Nobody's going away unsatisfied."
"So what are you gonna do, Stacy, make it with both of us at once?" Rob asked with annoyance.
Stacy began to grin. He was just being sarcastic, but she happened to like his idea. She liked it a whole lot, and she thought she saw a way she could actually do it. Then the boys wouldn't even have to take turns with her, and she'd have a brand-new wild experience.
"Why, yes, Rob," she said, "as a matter of fact, I think I will make it with both of you at once."
Rob and Allen just gawked at her. Eddie was pop-eyed, too, as he spied through the open window. He knew Stacy was an exceptionally horny and inventive lady, but he didn't see how she was going to pull this one off. How could she possibly get two guys off at the same time?
Stacy didn't look worried as she rolled into a crouch. She settled on her hands and knees, her cute little ass poking up and her nice firm tits wobbling slightly. She looked very sexy to her young lovers, and they both ate her up with their eyes. Eddie felt his cock trying to fight its way out of his jeans. He wished he was in on the fun.
"Okay, Rob, get behind me and fuck me this way," Stacy said.
"Hey, no fair!" Allen howled. "What about me?"
"I'm gonna get you off, sweetie," Stacy said with a grin. "Don't worry about it. Just wait a second--unless you'd rather go back to your dorm."
"Oh, no," Allen said quickly. "No, no problem."
Smart guy, Eddie thought.
Stacy had something cooking in her wicked mind, and they'd soon see what it was. For now she just shivered with excitement as Rob knelt behind her and slid his cock into her wet and greedy cunt. He pushed into her as deep as he could, and she dug her fingernails into the bed and whimpered.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Rob, give me all of it!" she panted. "Fuck me good, baby!"
"You better believe I will," Rob said, leering at her cute little ass.
He started sawing his stiff young cock in her cunt, and it made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her juice. That noise was driving Allen wild. He was bouncing up and down like a horny young ape, his swollen prick ready to burst. Stacy gave him a shameless sexy grin as she took the deep steady thrusts of Rob's rigid prick.
"Okay, Allen, your turn," she said. "Kneel in front of me and I'll suck you off."
Allen wasn't quite sure what that meant, sex was so new to him, but he figured it had to be good. He crawled over to her as fast as he could, and she clasped his ass and sucked his engorged prick into her mouth. As she began sucking him off, Allen knew he'd made the right decision.
"Ahhhhh, shit, yeah, fantastic!" he groaned.
"This is pretty fantastic, too," Rob sighed blissfully as he fucked her.
Tell me about it, Eddie thought impatiently.
He wanted in on this little party, and he thought he just might manage it. If Stacy didn't mind sharing two young lovers, why should she object to three? He might be taking a risk, but it was worth it. He just had to get his rocks off with the beautiful camp cook again.
This wasn't the right moment to ask, though. He waited, panting, while Stacy got her other two lovers off. She didn't have to work very hard at it. Rob had had that hard- on for about half an hour and was on a hair trigger. Allen was getting his first blow-job, and it was blowing his mind.
"Unnnhhh, shit, take my load, Stacy-- unnnggghhhhh!" Rob suddenly roared, deluging her cunt with his jism.
"Awwwww, eat it--aaaaggggghhhhhh!" Allen yelled, flooding her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, uuunnnhhhhhh!" Stacy moaned.
She was coming hard as she took the double load of come. She loved this kinky way of getting off, taking one flood of red- hot jism up her cunt and another down her greedy throat. She just wondered why she hadn't thought of it before, instead of trying to juggle her horny teenage lovers.
But an even bigger juggling act was called for when the cabin door opened and Eddie walked in.
CHAPTER TEN
At first only Stacy noticed him. Rob and Allen were still blissfully shooting their loads into her mouth and cunt, their eyes squeezed shut. Stacy and Eddie looked at each other, and he grinned broadly.
They didn't have to discuss the situation. She knew exactly what he wanted. She wanted it, too. All they had to do was get the other boys to agree.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Rob ex claimed as he finally came back to earth.
"Yeah, Eddie, what's the big idea?" Allen demanded.
Neither of them liked the camp bully, and of course Stacy couldn't blame them. Nobody had liked Eddie much up to this point, because he'd always behaved like a shit. Now it was up to him to win some friends. Stacy just hoped he could pull it off.
"Eddie and I have been making it, too," she explained. "How about sharing with him?"
"No way in hell," Allen spat.
"Anybody but him," Rob said angrily.
Eddie looked humble for a change. "Look, you guys," he said, "I can't blame you for feeling that way. I've behaved pretty badly since I got to camp. But that's over now. Stacy's changed me. Just give me a chance."
"I'd like to give him a chance, fellas," Stacy added. "Please, just for me?"
"Well, all right," Rob said. "We'll give him one chance and see if he treats you right."
"Agreed," Allen said.
They retreated to the far side of the bed, against the wall, and sat there with their arms folded, watching cautiously. Eddie knew they'd beat the shit out of him if he made one wrong move. But he wasn't worried, because he intended to be very good to Stacy. He wouldn't hurt her for the world.
He skinned out of his clothes, and Stacy stared hungrily at his nearly bursting cock. She couldn't believe how horny she was. She'd just finished making it with two young studs at once, and still she wanted more. The sight of Eddie's stiff cock brought back her desire in full force.
"Yes, come here, honey," she purred, holding out her arms to him.
Naked, Eddie slid onto the bed and into the cook's hot embrace. She rolled on top of him in her eagerness, kissing him and shoving her slick little tongue into his mouth. He felt her swollen hot tits throbbing against his chest and her soft cunt-mound pressing his cock. He damned near came right then and there, he was so excited.
"Oh, wow, Stacy, I'm about to go off!" he groaned.
"Mmmmm, and I'm due for another snack!" she panted.
She scooted down till she was kneeling by his hips, then bent low. He felt her hot breath fanning his stiffly standing prick, and then her wet lips were firming around his meat. She drew his entire cock into her steamy mouth, and he almost shot his load again.
"Awwwww, Jesus, awwwwwww!" he groaned.
Stacy pulled in her cheeks sharply and began to suck his cock. Eddie groaned with lust, and their audience got pretty excited, too. Rob and Allen got very flushed in the face and began breathing hard as they watched their fellow camper getting a noisy blow-job from the cook.
Stacy knew that if another counselor or the headmaster walked in right now, she was in deep trouble. Not only would she lose her job, she might even be prosecuted. But to her it was worth the risk. She was almost thirty, and for the first time in her life she was experiencing decent sex.
Now, without decent sex, nothing mattered to her. She couldn't go back to the way she was with her late husband, meekly tolerating her frustration. Now that she knew how good sex could be, she couldn't have it any other way. She felt like she'd missed out on a decade's worth of orgasms and was making up for lost time.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmm!" she moaned, suctioning the delicious hot cream from Eddie's throbbing cock.
She'd missed out on years of cock- sucking, too, thanks to Miles' ridiculous, old-fashioned ideas about sex. He just refused to go down on her or let her go down on him. She'd always suspected she was a natural-born cocksucker, and now she knew it. She couldn't get enough of Eddie's tasty cream.
She was about to get a whole mouthful of it. Eddie had been aroused out of his mind since the second he peered in the window and saw her with the other two guys, and now he just couldn't keep his overloaded young balls from bursting. He went crazy, fucking Stacy's mouth.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, eat it--unnnhhhhh!" he yelled.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" Stacy moaned.
Eddie hammered away at her hungry mouth, jetting wad after hot wad of jizz. She held the load, savoring it. She let her cheeks swell till they almost burst. Then she had to swallow, and she gulped down the whole sizzling load. Eddie sank back with a happy groan. Stacy licked her lips to get every last delicious drop of his come.
"Darn!" Eddie sighed. "I didn't mean to come so fast!"
"No problem, honey," Stacy said with a leer. "I know how to get you back in action in no time at all."
She bent almost double to suck his prick back into her mouth. Eddie felt sparks of returning lust as she encased his meat in the steamy hot flesh. She started sucking as greedily and loudly as before. Rob and Allen looked a little disappointed. They'd hoped to have another turn with her now.
They didn't complain, though. They'd learned that it did no good. If they wanted to be Stacy's lovers, they had to play the game by her rules. Whatever this incredibly lusty woman wanted, she got--and the boys were happy to give it to her. It was worth waiting for.
Still it wasn't easy to just sit there and ignore a hard-on while your lover sucked another guy's cock. Allen was almost groaning with lust, and Rob was tempted to fist his prick and jack off for relief. They watched Stacy's blond hair fly about as she sucked noisily on Eddie's prick.
"Aw, shit!" Allen sighed. "He's getting hard again!"
"Fuck it all!" Rob groaned.
Sure enough, even though he'd just come like crazy in Stacy's mouth, Eddie was getting another hard-on. Her hot sucking was working all too well as far as Rob and Allen were concerned. They watched his meat swell till it was pushing Stacy's lips wide apart. Finally Stacy drew back to inspect the results of her work.
"Mmmmm, gorgeous!" she gurgled.
Eddie's handsome teenage cock stood at right angles to his flat belly, thick and rigid and ready. Stacy could hardly wait to take it into her seething, endlessly horny cunt. But she was distracted by loud breathing from Rob and Allen, and she turned to look at them.
It was a pretty tantalizing sight. Both boys had super hard-ons, belly-hugging cocks that drooled thick cream. Stacy had her choice of three stiff and eager pricks, but she had only one cunt to stick them in. It was a terrible dilemma for the sex-hungry widow.
Then she got another outrageous idea.
"Line up, boys," she said with a grin.
"Do what?" Rob asked.
"Just kneel behind me in a row," she said. "I can't make a decision, so you'll really have to take turns this time. I want you all to fuck me."
By now the boys weren't too surprised by her wild ideas, so they just got into formation, lining up behind her as she waited in the doggy-position. Rob managed to be first in line. Shaking with desire, he socked his stiff prick into Stacy's smoking little pussy hole and pushed hard.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah!" he groaned.
"Oooooooooh, yeah, baby, stick it in meeeeee!" she squealed.
Rob started fucking her hard and deeply, and she gurgled with delight. There was nothing she liked better than a nice hard fuck---if it was a long one. It was great to know that it would last long enough for her to get off. She had no doubts about that now.
How could she miss, with three young men lined up to fuck her? Her climax was guaranteed. She relaxed totally and let Rob dig his rigid throbbing cock to her womb with each lusty shove. Molten cream overflowed her cunt and gushed down her legs.
"Mmmmmm, honey, that's so good!" she gurgled. "But you better let somebody else have a turn now!"
"But I didn't get off yet," Rob said hoarsely.
"You will," Stacy said. "We're not in a big hurry, are we? I mean anybody who wants to get off fast can go back to his dorm and beat off."
That silenced Rob's protests. He pulled his smoking cock from her cunt and reluctantly went to the back of the line. He didn't like waiting, but it was a whole lot better than fucking his own fist. Allen was next in line, and he yelped with excitement as he slammed his steel-hard teenage cock into Stacy's slick cunt.
"Awwwww, shit, yeah!" he cried.
"Fuck he hard, honey!" Stacy panted. "As hard as you can!"
Allen was happy to do that for her. Holding her slim quivering hips, he pounded his cock into her like there was no tomorrow. Her petite body shuddered with the impact, and she had to claw the bed hard to keep from being knocked over. But she wasn't complaining.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, fuck the living shit out of me!" she moaned.
She sure wasn't the meek and obedient little wife Miles had trained. Back then she'd learned not to reveal her pleasure or talk about her desires. On the rare occasions when she'd enjoyed Miles' fucking, she'd been damned careful not to tell him about it. He would have cut her off instantly.
Nice women don't enjoy sex, he insisted. Well, now Stacy knew he was full of shit. She was a nice woman. She'd never hurt anybody. But she loved sex, and now she was gorging herself on it, taking all she could get. Who was she hurting? Not her three eager young lovers, that was for sure.
"Let Eddie have a turn now, honey," she W said to Allen.
Allen wasn't thrilled about that, but he knew he'd better do as she said. He pulled out and let Eddie take his place. Eddie was grinning like a maniac as he plowed his rock- hard prick into Stacy's juicy little cunt. He hung onto her hips and fucked into her like a pile driver.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, yesssssss!" she gasped.
The harder he fucked her, the more excited she got. That merciless hot friction was what she needed most. She felt like she just couldn't come enough, that she needed a million orgasms. At least she'd get a good start on them tonight. She had three steely teenage cocks to help her.
Now she started working up to yet another delicious come. She closed her eyes and steadily tightened her cunt around Eddie's jackhammering cock, knowing the fiery friction would take her over the edge soon. But she had to remember not to show any favoritism between her lovers.
"Eddie, give Rob another turn now," she panted.
"Aw, shit!" Eddie groaned. "I was just getting started!"
He didn't sound too happy as he pulled out. Stacy waited for Rob's stiff cock to slide into her cunt and take her the rest of the way to climax, but nothing happened. She heard the three boys whispering behind her. She began to get very impatient, her cunt empty and hungry.
"What's going on?" she asked, turning her head to look.
She found her three teenage lovers leaning back against the wall with their arms folded, grinning like fiends.
"We're on strike," Eddie said. "What?" Stacy exclaimed. "Why?"
"You've been calling the shots all night, Stacy," Rob said. "We're starting to feel like trained animals. We wanta run things for a while."
"Yeah, Stacy," Allen said gleefully, "no more sex for you till you do it our way." Stacy couldn't help snorting with laughter. She knew when she was beaten.
"Okay, fellas, you win," she said. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stay just like you are," Eddie said. They must have whispered a plan to each other, because now they went into action without having to talk about it. Allen came over to where Stacy was crouching on her hands and knees and slid underneath her. He grinned up at her, then socked his stiff cock into her cunt, cramming her full.
"Ooooooh, yeah!" she squealed. "I don't mind this at all!"
"That's just for openers," Allen said mysteriously.
He started to fuck her hard and steadily, just the way she liked it best. She sure couldn't complain about that. She happily rode his hammering cock and soaked his meat with heavily dripping cream. Then all of a sudden Rob was crouching in front of her, straddling Allen's body. He shoved his cock between her lips. She drooled all over it as she tasted his hot salty cream.
"Suck me off, Stacy," he said hoarsely.
"Ummmm-hmmmmm!" she groaned.
This was interesting. She was riding Allen's cock and sucking Rob's cock, but the horniest guy of all, Eddie, was left out of the action. Not for long, though. She felt him grasp her hips from behind, and then his rigid teenage prick was sliding into her asshole.
Stacy gave a squeal of surprise, but it quickly turned into a gurgle of pleasure. Eddie's young cock wasn't big enough to hurt her, just big enough to tantalize her as it crammed her sensitive asshole. She was taking three cocks at the same time and loving it.
"We hope you like our plan, Stacy!" Eddie chuckled.
She couldn't answer with her mouth full, but her lustily writhing body told the boys that she was wildly aroused. She soaked Allen's pistoning cock with steady blasts of hot cream. She sucked greedily on Rob's prick. Her hot shitter sucked and clamped around Eddie's jerking cock.
Stacy was finally getting all the cock she could handle. She felt herself rocketing toward a gigantic climax, and when it hit her, she took the three boys with her. They yelled and flooded her mouth, cunt and asshole with boiling jism. The quartet writhed and bucked together in one huge orgasm.
It was going to be a very memorable summer for her and her young lovers. Stacy looked forward to every moment of it. But she looked forward to the end of summer, too, when she'd go looking for a lover her own age. Now she knew just what she wanted in a man.
Miles hadn't been able to teach her. It had taken three teenage boys to show her what had been missing in her marriage. Stacy would never forget her summer adventure, and she was sure the boys would never forget theirs.