The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called-the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Carol Watson kept a close watch on the corral where her twelve young wards were practicing their calf-roping skills ... on each other. Each boy was taking turns being the "calf" and judging from the wild whoops and laughter it was good sport. From the back veranda of the sprawling old farmhouse she was able to observe the boys without being seen, a practice which would have made the beautiful redhead feel guilty except for the fact that it gave her the opportunity to find out how well her husband's training and emphasis on the rules of fair play was taking hold. They were such good boys, she loved them all, but was well aware of the fact that with a dozen boys, ages nine to twelve, anything could happen. There was little chance of a day passing without some sort of minor mishap, but fortunately, everything had gone smoothly all morning. It always unnerved her a little when Bob had to be away for more than a few hours and today he would probably be gone all afternoon.
A smile came across the thirty-five year old woman's beautiful face at the thought of her husband. She felt very thankful for a wonderfully rare man, a near faultless marriage, a thoroughly beautiful life. And the boys! It had been Bob's idea to buy and restore the old farm and turn it into a day camp. It was so like him, Carol thought fondly, to want to share the joy he experienced as a child on a farm with other boys who might have otherwise never had the opportunity. Carol knew they could make more money by running a bigger operation, Bob was certainly capable and qualified, but when they opened the camp a year ago it was with the stipulation that they always keep the number of children low enough to allow for each boy to get his share of individual love and attention. Bob had insisted on that feature, and he had been right, of course. In one year their unique camp had gained an envied reputation in the north Texas area with a long waiting list of prospective members.
It was a big responsibility and hard work with just the two of them, but both Carol and Bob loved every minute. They worked well as a team, with Bob in charge of most outdoor activities and Carol handling the means and handicrafts. She enjoyed doing special things for her boys who were so exuberant and open in their appreciation. Each and every one she considered as her very own,' and she was seldom happier than when holding one of them to fondle and cuddle in her lap. She dearly loved them all, and their parents appreciated and admired her for it.
The alarming sight of two older boys ganging up on little Tommy Martin, who was at that point a rather frantic "calf" caught her attention, and she called sharply for them to stop. Although Carol hated to be harsh with any of them, she often found herself unnecessarily fretting over their boyish roughhousing. Bob would chide her gently, calling her an old mother hen, but he was also aware of the possibility that the boys may take advantage of his absence and issued a strict warning before he left that morning for the veterinarian where he knew he would be involved all day. If there was any trouble while he was gone, he had assured them, the camping trip he had promised would be automatically cancelled. Although they were rough and unruly little rascals, Bob put special emphasis on keeping everything within the bounds of safety and the boys adhered to the rules.
Again, she fondly smiled, watching them occupying themselves in new games, as her thoughts drifted back to Bob and their life together. She was indeed a lucky lady, the voluptuously built woman mused, she and her husband being able to spend their days working together with the boys, and their nights alone. She supposed that every couple met their share of problems sooner or later, but she could be glad that hers and Bob's were not of the nature of some of their friends ... in the bed. Like Betty and Mike Henderson, or Jack and Ellen Bell, neither couple of which got along well together. Carol had even heard sordid gossip concerning wife-swapping going on among them, and she didn't for a minute doubt its validity. At one time or another both men had actually made suggestive passes at her, and although she would never consider being unfaithful to Bob, those forbidden little passes had done a great deal for her ego. What woman doesn't like to know she is attractive to other men besides her husband, the lovely girl reasoned.
Carol giggled to herself at the unreasonable excitement she felt at the risque turn of her thoughts. She had never led either man on, but at the same time she had not been too adamant in discouraging them either. In fact, she rather prided herself on the clever way she had been able to handle the situation, evading the issue without appearing prudish or moralistic. Truthfully, she couldn't imagine going to bed with any man other than Bob Watson, the only lover she had ever known or wanted. Just to consider the idea of being unfaithful was insanity to her; however, there were some variations of making love that she secretly wished they could explore together, and she felt more than certain the lecherous Mike and Jack knew them all.
With Bob it was always straight missionary style, as she and her schoolmates used to call it, with the man always on top. Not that with Bob it was in any way disappointing for her. On the contrary, they had a very good relationship sexually, seldom did she not enjoy at least one orgasm with him. He was a gentle and considerate lover, and the last thing in the world she wanted was to cause him to think he was not satisfying her. It was for that reason she could not bring herself to broach the subject with him. Just the thought of ever doing anything to hurt Bob caused her to scold herself at the very idea.
Embarrassed with the self-astonishing lewdness of her own thoughts, Carol absently brushed her long, flaming red hair behind her sloping feminine shoulders. It was time to get the equipment set up for the boy's daily crafts period. There was a special project planned for today, one that Carol knew the boys would enjoy. She stood up and carefully checked to see that the halter top she was wearing was properly adjusted over her huge, voluptuous breasts before calling them to come inside. It seemed she better get hold of herself, thinking about sex in the middle of the day ... especially in the middle of all those susceptible young minds who had come to know her as Mama Carol because of their daily dependence on her. What on earth had gotten into her today?
She went into the large project room and began to bring out the leather working tools they would need, arranging a set of equipment for each boy at his assigned place at the long work table. As she opened the closet, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror on the door, and once again she made sure the heavily straining halter adequately covered her full breasts and that none of the gently rolling cheeks of her buttocks were on display from underneath her shorts. She didn't want to possibly excite them; one couldn't be too careful with kids today with the way sex was so much in the open, even at their pre-pubescent ages. Besides, they, in all their youthful little boy innocence weren't that unappealing to her either and she too had had thoughts about them along those lines.
A loud, piercing cry from outside startled the beautiful woman, sending her running out the door to the corral behind the house. There was little Tommy Martin sprawled face downward on the sand, holding his thigh and writhing in obvious pain. The two older boys who had been teasing him earlier were now standing to the side with worried and guilty looks on their young faces. They looked sheepishly up at Carol, and then down at the crying boy. Carol felt both anger and concern, especially since she had warned the boys earlier about playing too rough.
"I warned you this would happen!" she scolded harshly. The other boys gathered around her and the screaming boy, not used to seeing Mama Carol angry. "There, there, honey ... where does it hurt? Show Mama Carol." she said gently to the boy on the ground.
"Oh, he isn't even hurt that bad, Mama Carol. He just wants special attention, that's all!" Rusty Norman said.
"Yeah, that's right, Mama Carol. Tommy just wants to be a big cry-baby, that's all!" Larry Parker put in.
"I've had just about enough out of you two!" Carol angrily replied. "And for disobeying me, we just won't have crafts period today and we'll clean up the barn instead! And, if I have one more bit of trouble from anyone, I might just take it up with Mr. Watson."
"Gosh, Mama Carol, we were just playing with him. He's just...." Larry started to explain, then thought better of it when he saw her face.
"I am very disappointed in you two, I mean it." Carol continued. "Picking on someone smaller than you is bad enough, but for two of you to gang up on him ... I just can't believe it! And after all Mr. Watson has told you about playing fair. Now just march yourselves to the barn right now, all of you!"
Carol gently turned the still crying boy onto his back as the group reluctantly headed towards the barn to begin the clean up. She raised Tommy's sun-streaked head into her arms, protectively pressing his tear-stained, boyish face against her breasts while she whispered little soothing endearments down at him.
When his sobs had died down a bit, the voluptuous redhead briefly examined the boy where he lay to make sure he had no broken bones, while the others, long faced and shamed, retreated to the barn as she ordered.
"It hurts right here, Mama Carol, on my leg," the nine year old moaned, pointing to his right thigh. His dusty jeans covered any cuts or bruises, but Carol was rapidly getting the idea that perhaps Rusty and Larry may have been correct in their assumption.
"Okay, baby. Come on and let me help you to the house and we can just have a look at it ... come on," she urged softly, helping him to his feet with her arms gently around him.
"O-okay," he managed, an uncontrollable sob catching at his breathing.
"Now, now ... don't cry, honey," she cooed, holding him tightly against her with his head resting on her hip as she walked, a warm sensation of possessive excitement rippling through her. It was a feeling she had experienced before when for one reason or other she had found occasion to press their young boyish forms snugly to her own eager and sometimes trembling body, but she never doubted that it was purely a denied, natural motherly reaction.
They went into the bedroom and as she sat on the edge of the bed she snuggled his head against her rising and falling breasts. His dusty little boy body felt warm and soft against the silken white skin of her bared shoulders, thighs, and midriff. And his little boy smell was so young and sweet .'. . she couldn't resist the desire to caress her hand over his youthful back and downward to cup the firm mounds of his little buttocks as she held him tightly to the rapidly increasing rhythm of her breathing.
Suddenly, two things that Carol did not understand happened in succession. Her mind was abruptly swirling in a heady torrent of indefinable excitement, while sensations of obvious sensual arousal raced uncontrollably through her tingling belly and loins. She found herself hungrily kissing his youthful cheek and then his small boy-mouth, as her hands continued to eagerly smooth their way over his little body. It was then, because of the way she held him with his young pelvis pressed flush to the upper region of her hip, that she felt the quickly stiffening hardness of his little penis.
As Carol clutched Tommy tighter to her she experienced a shudder of foreign sensation such as she had never before even vaguely been aware of. Strange feelings charged wildly through Carol's shapely body as her brain reeled in the incredible emotion of plain sensuality sweeping over her. All the while her hands greedily searching over his smooth, tender body as her tiny tongue tried to worm its way between the sweet tasting lips of his child-mouth.
"Ohhhh ... Mama C-Carol...!" the boy stammered in surprise against her open, hotly breathing mouth. "W-What are you...?" he attempted, but failing to get the words out with the thrusting presence of her tongue probing against his own and choking back his words.
Tommy Martin had never in his life known anything like what the voluptuous older woman was doing to him! She stuck her tongue right in his mouth! And she hugged him so tight against her, he could hardly even breathe! All the time her soft hands were stroking his legs and back like his own mom used to do when he was sore from playing too much. At first he was scared, it was such a surprise, but then after a minute it felt good and her hot, wet tongue tasted so nice that he didn't mind at all! In fact, her little tongue in his mouth seemed to urge some innate tendency within him and he found himself beginning to suck on it, which caused strange moaning sounds to come from her throat.
"Oh ... oh, Tommy!" Carol gasped, suddenly withdrawing her tongue and raising her head to gape in blinding excitement down at him. "Let's take your jeans off so I can see where you hurt yourself," she said, not waiting for an answer but immediately unfastening the buckle and swiftly pulling the pants down over his hips.
He got to his feet between her open legs and innocently allowed her to remove his clothes, including his cowboy shirt. As he turned his back toward her in order to let her examine his injury, Carol could tell from the slight discoloration on his thigh that he had indeed been sort of a baby about it. That, however, was hardly of any interest to her at the moment. Nevertheless, she knew even in her aroused state that she should make some mention of it, so gently, she brushed her hand over it, murmuring soft consolations.
"Poor little guy. But I think it's going to be all right, darling. Would you like me to put some medicine on it for you? Or maybe I can just kiss it to make it better?"
He didn't answer, but looked back over his shoulder at her with wide, dark eyes.
Carol's moist lips quivered with excitement. She smoothed her hands up over both his naked, slender boy-hips to his ribs and back down to his thighs again, fighting the tremendous urge to reach around and take his young genitals in her hand. Lord, she had to see it ... to feel it! It was unexplainable and overwhelming. She had no idea what it was that had come over her, and at that point she didn't care. All that mattered was to see and feel his hard little penis.
Unaware of what she was doing, the shapely redhead stood him away from her, then bent to place a kiss on the slightly raised little injury disfiguring his young thigh. "There now, does that make it all better darling?"
"Y-Yes ... I guess so," Tommy stammered, not knowing what to say as she suddenly drew him backward into her arms again, and her soft, smooth hands began to stroke over his chest and belly in small circles, seemingly to move ever downward toward his thing.
He looked down at himself there and the way her soft, slender hands were rubbing over him. It really felt good because he didn't have any clothes on, and his thing kept getting stiff, then limp again, the way it did lots of times lately. She was making him feel all funny inside his belly, and he knew she was going to touch it! He wasn't sure if it was all right for her to, his mom even got made when he played with it, but Mama Carol wouldn't do anything wrong, so it must be okay. It sure felt okay!
Carol was so emotionally tense she could barely breathe. Although a part of her, a great part, warned against what she was about to do, she knew she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop herself, she had to do it! As she held him between her spread full thighs, his naked back and buttocks pressed warmly to her electrified, semi-nude flesh, her hand sought and found the thrusting little rod of his hardened penis!
Carol sensed the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as her feverish hand encircled the small jutting rod of his blood-swollen hardness. With her other hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest, she eagerly looked down over his shoulder to see the red-tipped, miniature cock resting in the warm white palm of her hand. The outline of its small mushroom shaped head was visible through the covering white sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went cotton-dry at the unbelievable, lust-provoking excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing through her. Experimentally she took it between thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened, delicately smooth gland tip.
Once again, Tommy lurched back against her and she kissed him quickly on the neck. "Don't be afraid, little love," she whispered into his ear. "Mama Carol just wants to be sure you didn't hurt your little thing, is it okay?"
"I think it is," Tommy gasped, watching her soft white hand move back and forth with his thing right between her thumb and finger. She kept sliding the skin over, then back off its head, and the more she did it the better it began to feel.
"Maybe I should kiss it to make it better too. Do you think so? That works better than medicine, doesn't it?" Carol tremulously whispered as she continued to massage the still hardened little penis between the softness of her finger. The thought of what she was intending to seduce him into was just about to drive her wild with never before fermentations of mounting lecherous passion.
"I-I guess so...." the boy answered. He really didn't know what to say or do. It really did feel good, the way she kept on stroking it back and forth. And it made him feel good in his belly to watch her hand as she did it.
Tommy suddenly heard her whisper hotly in his ear: "Come over here on the bed and lie down, darling." And she had lifted him up before he even had a chance to refuse. Then he was on his back with his head on the pillow and she had turned half around so that her pretty face and hot breath were just above his thing which had all of a sudden had begun to get soft.
Carol was certain she was losing her mind. She had never in her entire life been a part of even the slightest deviation from the sexual norm, neither actively or passively. During her adolescence she had indulged in some fingering of herself, but beyond that there had been nothing for her to have the slightest guilt or worry in sexual matters. She had even been a virgin when she married. Yet here she was on the verge of committing one of the most, sensuously exciting and yet lecherous acts she could imagine ... seducing a small boy! And a boy entrusted to her care at that! My God, she thought, I have to stop this ... what has happened to me? Why can't I stop?
Even as she fought to overcome the monstrous desire that had suddenly leaped into being inside her, she had only to gaze down at the young genitals to know that the desperate battle was lost. She had to kiss it, to touch it with her tongue, to taste it and suck it! It was hardly the size of her finger, maybe smaller, and his smooth boy testicles were no bigger than a small pair of pecan shells. The smooth, hairless young flesh around his penis was so precious to her, and as she smoothed her hand upward over his firm young thigh, she was disappointedly surprised to see its slender length of hardness suddenly grow limp.
It was his age, of course, the lust-intoxicated young woman reasoned. He was only nine ... pre-pubescent ... as yet unable to cum. Suddenly, that new realization added new 'dimensions to her intensively aroused desire. Once more, she lecherously took hold of it with trembling, gentle fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it almost immediately re-hardening as she extracted the moistly swollen head from its protective foreskin.
The way the slender length of it tried to hug snugly against his flat, white belly--its rigidity fascinated her. In her life this was the first time she had seen a young boy's penis grow hard. She remembered seeing her little brother's when she was very small herself, but they had been separated at a very young age when their parents divorced. In fact, her brother having gone with her father left Carol and he mother without the benefit of any male influence, and until Bob came into her life, men were like foreign, strange creatures to her. She could vividly recall their wedding night, and the fear that had overcome her at the mammoth size of it ... but this charming, miniature cock was filling her with all the opposite emotions.
"What a-are y-you doing, Mama Carol?" she heard Tommy choke as she continued stroking his stiffened, finger-like little cock, aware now of the wetness that had seeped from between her hotly tingling vaginal lips to dampen the panties she wore under her shorts. She writhed down against the bed, clutching her full thighs tensely together, the muscular action causing pressured sensations of erotic delight to ripple through her loins and belly.
"Mama Carol is going to make it all better, darling," she was able to hiss back nervously, her tiny pink tongue slipping out to moisten her feverishly dry, lush lips. "Don't be frightened, Tommy ... you know I wouldn't hurt you ... don't be frightened."
"Yeah, but ... Mama Carol, I ... I don't know if you should...." the boy whimpered, raising his head and watching wide-eyed as her face, nearly hidden behind the mane of flaming red hair, lowered toward his jerking little penis. He could see her mouth right above it, feel the heat of her breath as the pinkness of the tiny tongue darted out to lick it hotly on the tip. "Unnnnhhh!" he grunted with a lurch of his hips as her tongue tip tried to worm its way up into the little slit where he peed. Again he whimpered and a confusing little shiver raced along his spine as he saw her bring her wetly shining, lipstick -rimmed mouth down to it, then enclose the excitedly throbbing head in a tight little lip-locking pressure that made him want to cry out.
Tommy was unable to contain the moans of bewildered, child-emotions as instinctively he thrust his young loins upward, shoving his stiffened penis into the warm, saliva-wet cavern beyond her ovaly clasping lips. He watched them tighten like a softly closing rubber band around it, then slip down all the way until the tip of her beautiful nose was mashed flatly into his belly, the whole thing sucked up into the moist warmth of her lovely mouth!
His young breath came in panting gasps as he watched. Wow, she was almost sucking off its tip, then began to lick it avidly with her moist little tongue, brushing and laving it all over from his belly along its underside to the ridge of its smooth, pink little head which was shiny wet and sticking out naked from its pulled-back skin. He knew it was supposed to be wrong, he shouldn't be loving it like this! But he didn't want her to stop! It felt so good ... boy, would his mom be mad if she ever found out! But he didn't care, it was worth the worst spanking he could ever get. She was washing, playing, loving it with every lick of her tongue. Then, she was going back down to his belly again, and even below the soft little circles of his balls!
The forbiddenness of her lecherous act turned Carol's excited belly and flushed loins into an inferno of unexplainable, frenzied sensations. The erotic fermentations were more avid than she could ever remember. The delicious, sweet piquancy of his tender, virginal genitals were actually driving her to the point of cumming with the mere thought of the perversity of her actions! He was so little and helpless, so subject to her slightest whim. God how she wished he could cum like a man! How she wanted to taste his hotly gushing boy sperm in her mouth. She yearned for it to shoot into her hungry mouth so she could swallow it right down in all its youthfully thrilling sweetness!
As she licked the smooth, hairless flesh of his little testicles the saliva dribbled excitedly down her tongue as she continued the warm, sweeping strokes. Then she crawled up to the bed, spreading his legs and wedging between them, pressing his knees back up to touch his chest and expose the tight, brownish little circle of his anus, and she slithered her tongue wetly along the raised pink ridge between his small, widespread buttocks. Eagerly, she let her tongue circle tauntingly the puckered little hole, painting his inner buttocks with the warmly heated moisture of her saliva. At last, as a tremendous charge of lustful excitement spiraled, through her, she stiffened her tongue tip and groaning in a low, erotic voice, thrust it downward to teasingly penetrate a fraction of an inch in and out of the tightly locked little mouth of his rectum!
How' she wished she were naked, with her tingling swollen breasts hanging free to sway and ripple as she worked over him! Her pussy was so hot and wet between her thighs ... Oh God, if she could just get a finger up inside her panties to caress her tiny, erect clitoris. She had to cum ... had to! Reaching down to the area between her spread legs to force a finger up inside the soft silken leg band of her panties to the wet, sensitive flesh between her swollen cunt lips, she determined that she would finger-fuck herself until she did!
It felt so good! Oh God, she sighed passionately as her fingers began to gently caress the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris. Quickly, more intense sensations of heightened stimulation spread hotly through her erotically writhing body as she slipped her tongue tip out from the tightly clenching lips of his tender young anus and trailed it lovingly back up over his immature little balls and along the still solid shaft of his cock flesh. When at last she reached the mildly pulsating head she slipped her mouth wetly down over it once more in a surging rush of heavenly delight. How had she allowed this wonderfully lewd and forbidden depravity to escape her for so long? At that instant, after what she was now suddenly for the first time experiencing, the beautiful young redhead knew in her heart that she would have to do it again. She would have to do it over and over ... she was possessed now by the loving motherly need to taste and suck up inside her the hot young boy-sperm from innocent and pure, sweetly erupting boy-cocks!
Tommy was getting more and more scared by the minute, but he didn't want her to stop! He could think of nothing else but what Mama Carol was doing to him down there between his legs with her beautiful, redly shining lips and tongue. The never-before, almost hurting tickle was growing confusingly stronger in his tightly tensed belly and loins. It had never been like this when he played with it by himself. Again, while she was doing something to herself somewhere down between her legs, she was holding his thing with two fingers next to his belly and sucking it steadily, moving her hungrily working mouth up and down as she curled her hot tongue wetly around it each time she raised her head. Uncontrollably, he tensed his young pelvic muscles more taut and pushed his boy-loins up at her face. He heard her moan and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp out, his 'thing' looking white beneath her gently scraping teeth and fire-engine red at the tip above where she touched it only with lips and tongue.
All of a sudden, like she was going crazy, she was wedging her free hand beneath the cheeks of his naked behind and lifting them, while she plunged her hot, wet lips down on his thing! All of it was disappearing up into her loudly sucking mouth, going all the way in almost to the back of her throat, her nose and lips mashing into the soft flesh of his belly! She was moaning and groaning all around it and the young boy had never known anything to compare with the feeling she was causing. He was afraid she might make him scream out!
He watched her beautiful face stuffed with his painfully throbbing young cock, working over him wildly, her lush lips being pulled out as if her whole mouth were being turned inside out every time she sucked up off it! Her cheeks puffed in and out as she sucked and he thrust his pelvis up tighter to her face until he was right off the bed, his mouth and throat aching dry. His young rod of hot, hard flesh was not able to reach the pinnacle of hotly bursting orgasm to ease the frustrating agony charging through his little boy loins, and finally the child began to whimper pathetically and then release the full flood of tears in loud sobs.
But Carol showed no mercy ... she would not stop. She couldn't stop, because at that instant her finger stroking at the spasming red-hot bud of her clitoris had set off an insane, wildly cumming climax deep up inside her erotically quivering cunt walls that caused her to moan out loud around his small, virilely jerking cock in her mouth. She plunged her hand deeper up between her lewdly spread thighs into the wetness of her lust-flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking the heatedly palpitating nerve center of her clitoris. All the while she continued to suck his immature young cock flesh long after it had softened in her mouth, ignoring his painful cries and his futile pushing away of her head.
It was the other boy's noisy laughter that finally brought Carol to her senses. Evidently, they had finished their assigned chore in the barn and were now coming in mass to the house, ready to be guided into their next activity. Carol bolted from the bed, desperately attempting to get hold of herself. The first vivid realization of what she had done filled her with agonizing shame and revulsion. What lewd, perverted thing had ever gotten into her? How in God's name could she have so blatently seduced an innocent little child like that? My God, she thought with a start, surely he won't tell his parents ... it would be her ruin ... she would simply be totally ruined!
She staggered from the bedroom, admonishing the sobbing boy to stay there until she returned, still in a state of shock herself. Quickly she met the other boys in the hall and told them to get started on their crafts project; that she would join them in a few minutes. She then returned to little Tommy and helped him dress, trying her best to console him and praying that he wouldn't tell.
CHAPTER TWO
The balance of the day seemed like an eternity to Carol Watson, who for the first time in a year was actually glad to see the last boy finally leave in the evening. Although she was slightly worried about her husband, who should have been home by then, she was at the same time relieved and grateful for the opportunity to be alone with her thoughts.
The gorgeous thirty-five year old red head was convinced that some wicked demon had suddenly, inexplicably, invaded her body causing her to fiendishly seduce little Tommy Martin into letting her suck his penis ... the very act she had for so long wanted to perform on Bob, but had been afraid to propose or attempt! And, oh God, the way the precious little frightened darling had cried, his little face so flushed with shame! How had she ever calmed him after that sordid event then made him promise to keep their secret? She wasn't sure now, but somehow she had managed to soothe him as she helped him dress, then extract his solemn promise that he would never tell anyone, not even his mother. But, dear God, what would she do if he did?
The one thing she was sure of, it could never ever happen again. Over and over she repeated the vow to herself as she went about preparing dinner for her husband. She knew she would have to face him soon and how could she ever act as though nothing had happened?
The harsh scream of the telephone ringing shattered her thoughts and the guilt-ridden wife rushed to the receiver to hear her husband's deep, warm voice:
"Hi, hon! Did you make out alright today?"
"Oh ... yes, fine honey," she managed weakly.
"You don't sound so good, is everything okay?" he said in a concerned voice.
"Sure, darling ... everything's fine," she assured him. "It's just that I was expecting you by now and I've started dinner...."
"I'm sorry baby, that's why I called. Something has come up and I wanted to check with you before I made any commitments. Old Sam Parker, the vet, has turned me on to a terrific deal on two Arabian stallions, great horses, with pedigrees and everything! The only problem is that it would require my being away for three or four days ... they're up in Oklahoma ... Honey, are you still on?"
"Y-Yes of course, dear ... that sounds wonderful!" she replied, trying to force enthusiasm into her voice.
"Well, if you're sure Carol, I'll go ahead and make the arrangements. We'll talk about it tonight, I've already made plans for someone to come out to help you while I'm gone. You're terrific, honey, I knew you'd agree. They'll be great additions to our staff ... you'll see. Listen doll, I'll be home in a couple of hours...." he spoke quickly, and seemed to be beside himself with excitement.
"Okay Bob ... I love you."
"Me too, hon ... see you later!"
Carol had to rest a moment in order to assimilate this new turn of events. She knew how much the horses meant to him, they had been wanting to purchase two more horses for some time, but had not been able to afford the kind of animals they needed to round out their stable. One of the main and most important features of their camp was the excellent training the young Texans recieved in horsemanship, both Carol and Bob being excellent equestrians.
But he would be gone for three or four days ... and who would be coming out to help her? Who would be able to take his place, even for three or four days? She was not really as confident in her own ability as she had appeared on the phone. It was for his benefit that she has agreed so readily, she was willing to do or try anything for him, especially now, in some unconscious effort to alleviate herself of the guilt that was still gnawing at her soul from the afternoon's indiscretion.
It was late when Bob finally arrived home to the beautifully restored old farmhouse. Carol was not used to being alone in the huge old house and found herself rattling around, checking the front window every few minutes for sight of her husband's old truck. When at last she heard the familiar footsteps on the front porch she ran outside to meet him, slamming the door behind her.
"Hey, hey!" he said good naturedly as she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth in greeting. "I think I'll just be going up to Dallas more often if this is the kind of reception it gets me when I come home!" He put his arm around her and held her close as they walked into the house together.
As he sat voraciously eating his late supper and talking all the while about the new horses, Carol studied his handsome face, a thousand thoughts of love racing through her. He had already contacted Mike Henderson and had arranged for his son Pete to come out to the camp and stay while he was gone. Carol had met Pete once or twice. He seemed like a nice enough boy, not at all like his lecherous father, and Carol hoped his looks weren't deceiving.
It would never occur to her moral and upstanding husband that everyone did not possess his ethical sense of values. He thought Mike Henderson was a great guy and admired his skill and knowledge about hunting and other outdoor activities. He gave no thought to the man's indoor activities, Carol thought ruefully to herself, but felt there was no need to destroy her husband's illusions. "Don't you worry about a thing, darling!" she heard herself saying, wondering all the while from what deep well within herself this assurance sprang.
"Now about the camping trip I promised the boys," he said, wanting to get everything arranged before he left early the next morning. "We have two choices there ... we can either cancel it until I get back, or maybe Pete could get some of his buddies to help out and take the kids on up Saturday as planned. With your supervision, of course. What do you think, honey ... its up to you. I'm sort of torn myself, between not disappointing the boys and maybe putting too much on your pretty little shoulders."
Carol had forgotten about the camping trip. She thought about it for a second and then immediately consented to take up the challenge of supervising twelve youngsters In the rugged hill country, five miles of hiking, and God knows whatever else was involved in that sort of adventure. It was a far cry from leather-work and basket weaving, but the fiery redhead was determined to do all she possibly could to demonstrate her love for her husband, and this seemed like one way to do it. She knew quite well that he felt much worse about canceling the trip than he had let on to her, a fact that was made quite evident by his joyously relieved expression upon hearing her agree to take the camping trip.
"Baby, you're wonderful!" he exclaimed. "I really don't know what I'd do without you! I know you can handle it like a champ, and the Henderson boy is pretty good too, takes after his old man. Why, he grew up in that country, so I won't waste any time worrying about you guys. At sixteen he's probably a better woodsman than I am!" he added with a grin.
"Nobody's better than you, darling, but I'm sure we'll do just fine anyway," said Carol assuredly.
"You know what honey? I bet its going to be a lot of fun for you. Damn, I wish I could be there!" he said, moving his plate to the side and reaching across the table to give her a kiss.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a good time honey," she said. "And ... I wish you could be there too," she added softly.
Plans made and dinner finished, the handsome young couple readied themselves for bed, each exhausted from their separate day's activities. Carol was anxious to feel Bob's strong loving arms around her, to nestle in the warm security of his closeness. As the beautiful, sensuously awake wife lay in the bed waiting for her husband to finish what seemed like endless preparation for his trip the next morning, she kept her blue eyes fixed on his handsome form. He was so wonderfully strong, so good! She felt there was no way to measure the deep fulfilling warmth of their lives together ... and, oh God, how she loved him!
CHAPTER THREE
Morning at the Watson's found a refreshed and buoyant Bob accompanied by a not so well refreshed Carol. The anguished young wife had lain beside her placidly sleeping husband for hours, wide eyed and restless, as she listened to his steady breathing. When at last she drifted off into a fitful sleep, it was marred by disjointed dreams, full of frightful, lurid images. Mercifully, she immediately forgot most of them upon awakening to the sunny morning. All that she could recall was a strange juxtaposition of male organs, tiny little ones on big, huge men, and huge ones on little tiny boys.
It took a few moments to gather her wits, but she quickly bolted from bed when she heard Bob already in the shower. She threw her robe over her emerald green satin nightie and rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. By the time he was dressed she had brushed her long red hair and splashed her pretty face, presenting an image of loveliness as he entered the big, cozy kitchen.
After breakfast Bob hooked the double horse trailer onto the back of his truck and came inside to say good-bye. "See you soon, baby," he said, kissing her gently.
"Can't be too soon, honey," she said, and hugged him close to her breast.
As she watched him driving away she felt grateful that she had a busy day ahead to keep any lewd thoughts about the boys from entering her mind. Better get on with it, she thought as she headed for the shower, Pete Henderson would probably be there soon, and then the boys....
She allowed her thoughts to drift back to Bob as she slipped out of her robe and nightie. She hoped he would have a good trip, with no unexpected problems. In their years of marriage the young wife had never been separated from her husband for longer than a day, and never at night.
She turned on the shower and opened the bathroom window to get the full benefit of the warm summer breeze, suddenly feeling better about things. As she stood beside the window enjoying the feel of the refreshing cool morning air brushing over her satiny nakedness her luminous blue eyes caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror. For a moment, she stood unmoving, consciously admiring her symmetrical shape ... the full, voluminously large, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into the flared arch of her seductively curved hips and smoothly rounded thighs. Bob loved her long legs and would rave over the shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet until she was embarrassed. Though he was always fascinated by the white outline her swimsuit halter left across her breasts, it was the white stretch of her hips and lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse flaming red hair began to sprinkle over her pubic mound and vaginal lips that mesmerized him most ... and at that moment, too, was causing tiny shivers of excitement to ripple over her!
Oh, Bob, lover ... please hurry home! I need you so badly, darling!
Carol sighed, smiling sensually to herself. She piled her thick curls of vibrant hair on top of her head and stepped into the shower. As she regulated the water, the fine spraying needles excited her soft naked flesh, the whole uplifting process adding to her happy mood.
She remembered her Bob's often spewed philosophy that nothing was ever as bad as it first appeared and felt confident that little Tommy would keep their secret. He had given his word, and thanks to Bob's strong influence on all the boys, that meant a lot. Yet ... even so, it must never happen again! She had already made up her mind to that.
She still couldn't imagine what had ever taken place in her chemistry to make her lose so suddenly and completely all control over herself! She had actually taken his little rod of swollen young cock flesh into her mouth and salaciously sucked it, feeling its delicious sweetness on her hot wet tongue. Distinctly, the entire lewd scene passed in review through her mind, graphically reminding her that it was a though she had had no command over her desire to possess him ... to feel and stroke his hardened little penis in her hand ... and then lecherously take it into her mouth!
God, she better stop thinking this way! Her sinful thoughts were keying her right up again! Even the feel of her own hands as they soaped the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, stomach and thighs were causing tiny, electric-like prickles to dance teasingly up between her warm, sensitive legs. Damn! Enough of this nonsense, she decided, as she sensuously raised bubbly suds over the silken curls and fleshy lips of her stimulated vagina, forcing herself to ignore the provoked excitement which thoughts of Tommy's little boy nakedness and hardened little cock had quickly aroused in her.
Through sheer will power, Carol rinsed off and toweled dry, a series of tiny tremors still racing over her naked soft curves with every step back into the bedroom.
As she dressed, the little tingling sensations were still agitating and alive within her. As she pulled the tight faded jeans up over her lushly rounded hips she raised the garment high up to her thinly curved waist, delighting in the sensuous feel of the denim crotchband rub up against the soft resiliency of her sensitive pussy mound. When she sat on the edge of the bed to tug on her boots she once again felt the delicious pressure there between her legs and this time couldn't resist the temptation to move her hips up and down against the material. No! She commanded herself, she would not do it to herself ... there wasn't time, she insisted ... the boys, they'll be here any minute now!
Resolutely, Carol stopped her self-caressing titillation and quickly finished dressing, just in time to hear the heavy footsteps of Pete Henderson on the porch.
As she stepped outside to greet the boy she was surprised to see that he was accompanied by a massive and rather ferocious looking German shepherd. She must have betrayed her start by her expression because the big boy quickly placed a fleshy hand on the dog's head in a restraining gesture and said:
"This here's Jethro, Mama Carol. I hope you don't mind, but he goes everywhere with me ... he really ain't as mean as he looks, and I brought his food along."
"Of course, Pete, that's fine. I'm sure he will be a big help around here, too. I hope you, and Jethro, know how much Mr. Watson and I appreciate your coming out to lend a hand," she said as she ushered the boy and his dog into the house.
"That's oaky, Mama Carol. Mr. Watson is paying me real good and I think it'll be fun, me and Jethro both like little kids anyway." The strong teenager said as he sat back on the chair she offered.
"Well," she began, "I suppose Mr. Watson has explained all the details of our routine out here."
"Yes, ma'am," the boy assured her, "he told me how to take them out and teach them things like fishing and swimming and riding ... all that stuff. And he explained how it was done on a schedule, I have it all right here...." he said as he produced a crumpled paper from the pocket of his jeans.
"Great, then. We'll do everything normally except for the camping trip on Saturday. I guess you know that's sort of a special treat for the boys. We'll all be spending the night up in the hill country ... which I understand you know like the back of your hand," she said with a smile.
'I sure do ... spent a lot of time up there with my dad. I've also asked Danny Bell to come out and give us a hand; Mr. Watson suggested it. He's just fourteen, but he's good!" the sixteen year old assured her.
"I know we'll do just fine," she said. "Why don't I show you around and then we'll have a special meeting to introduce you to the boys when they arrive ... they'll be here pretty soon."
As she studied the clean-cut face of young Pete closely, she was able to see traces of his father's rugged features. Something in the set of the jaw ... and a rather sly, furtive expression in the pale blue eyes. The thought of the lecherous Mike Henderson sent a little shiver up her spine and she hoped that the father-son resemblance ended in the physical features.
Pete and Jethro had stationed themselves confidently in the center of the large meeting room and Carol had the boys gather round for a "pow-wow", all twelve sitting Indian style on the floor with expectant looks on their young faces. She began the meeting by announcing the reason Mr. Watson was gone ... to secure two new horses, which brought a loud cheer from the group. Then, she introduced Pete, who in turn introduced his assistant, Danny Bell. Jethro, of course, was a big hit with the boys and it occurred to Carol that she should speak with Bob about getting a dog for the place. He really was a fine looking animal, Carol realized, and now that she had been around him saw that he was quite gentle.
Pete seemed to be doing very well with the boys and Carol turned the meeting over to him with complete confidence. He was evidently a very capable and reliable lad after all, and Carol felt relieved of the strange foreboding feeling she had had about him earlier. She quickly dismissed a mental picture of his crude father swapping wives with little Danny's dad and slipped quietly into the kitchen. While she listened to young Pete lining up the day's activities and giving instructions for the up-coming camping trip, the beautiful girl fixed herself a cup of coffee. She then did something which she was not in the habit of doing; she spiked the coffee with a shot of brandy. Somehow she felt she needed it, the strain of the previous day and the sleepless night seemed to warrant some sort of pick-up. She smiled to herself as she remembered her husband's joke about liquor and coffee making a "running drunk".
Presently she heard the shuffling of feet as the boys finished the meeting and were herded out the back door. Pete stuck his head in the kitchen to tell her they were going down to the river for canoeing and would be back by twelve. Carol waved good-bye and promised a special treat for lunch. She felt pleased as she watched the group trailing off across' the field, with Jethro bringing up the rear. She took advantage of the opportunity to fix herself another "cafe royal", she believed they were called, and noted with pleasure and relief that little Tommy acted quite normally as he bounded off with the rest of the group. Yes, things were going to be all right after all, she mused, the liquor adding to her high spirits.
She hummed to herself as she went on with her chores, then went into the kitchen to start the apple pies as a special dessert for her boys. She was only vaguely aware of the slam of the back door, knowing it was probably one of the kids coming into use the bathroom or some such thing, and didn't notice the fact that she never heard anyone leave, promptly forgetting the incident. The happy wife reminded herself to prepare an extra hearty lunch that day, since there would be two strapping teenagers to feed, in addition to the usual twelve hungry little boys. As she finished lunch preparation she realized there was still an hour left before they would return and decided it would be a good time to get a little sunbathing in.
She headed for the bedroom to change into her swimsuit, brushing her long red hair behind her shoulders. Suddenly, she was startled by a sound coming from behind the partially opened bedroom door. She hesitated for a moment, knowing all the boys were aware that her bedroom was strictly off limits. They had the run of the house, except for that one private sanctuary, and whoever was prowling around in there would have to be severely punished.
With a stern expression on her lovely face, she peered around the door frame with her hand poised to open the door ... but never did! Instead, her face seemed to freeze into a waxen-like expression of stunned amazement, her large blue eyes widening accordingly as she stared at the unbelievable scene taking place on the bed before her! At first in those rushing flash of seconds, she couldn't quite comprehend that it was actually happening ... it was too lewdly bizarre! ... With the door open ... and lying there on HER bed...! But it was! Little Danny Bell was playing with himself, his legs stretched out and locked at the ankles, his young loins straining fervently upward off the bed to the rhythmic massaging of his right hand, while in his left hand, clutched up against his nose, was a pair of her yesterday's panties!
Carol might have jumped out of respect for another's privacy had she not been taken so completely unaware by the lewdly shocking spectacle, and had it not been taking place in her own bedroom! Carol couldn't help but fasten her widely disbelieving eyes on the focal point of the long, thickly hardened penis which he was clasping tightly in a rapidly working fist! She gaped at its bulbous young head being moistly exposed with every vigorous down-stroke, and the size of his excitement-bloated testicles resting against his tightly joined thighs, the racy impression that his genitals were the most developed part of his slim young body registering incredibly in her mind.
Though repelled, as well as feeling a wave of shocked anger sweeping rapidly through her, the already erotically aroused woman couldn't deny the lewd little tingling sensations the sight of his sizably swollen young penis was adding to her own shameful arousal. Her breathing had reflexively quickened with the surge of blood suddenly pounding through her veins and she couldn't restrain the audible gasp which escaped her, announcing her presence to Danny Bell.
"Ohhh Good God ... oh God!" the horrified boy moaned, "M-Mama Carol!" and immediately broke into sobs of dreadful shame, torrents of tears gushing down his scarlet flushed cheeks. He tried ineffectively to stuff the soft silken panties under a pillow, knowing all the while that it was a futile effort ... he had been caught! In all his years of doing it, he had finally been caught, and of all people by Mama Carol!
"J-Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" Carol demanded, realizing that she had to say something ... that she just couldn't simply stand there gaping down at the pathetically deflating young cock. The lewd sight of which was having a decidedly lustful effect on her. It was happening to her again ... she could feel it rising inside her inflamed body like a tidal wave. And suddenly the scene with little Tommy Martin zoomed across her mind in all its lustful implications ... the denied ecstasy ... the frustration ... and it flashed across her lust-incited brain like a lightning bolt ... Danny Bell was old enough to cum in her mouth!
From somewhere deep inside her being, where the roots of eroticism and cruelty intertwine, Carol was carefully devising her plan of action.
She moved slowly over to where the humiliated young boy was frantically trying to stuff his penis back inside his jeans. She sensed her breasts rising and falling uncontrollably beneath the thin cotton shirt as she sat down beside the young boy on the bed. "I asked you a question, Danny," she said in a soft, deliberate voice. "I expect an answer."
"Oh, please, Mama Carol," the terrified sobbing boy stammered. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
"That's not an answer!" she said sternly, "I demand an answer to my question! Now, what were you doing on my bed with my panties pressed to your face?"
The young teenager looked up in amazement at the woman sitting beside him. Something in her tone frightened and excited him at the same time ... he didn't know what to do, what to say, and he continued to gaze up at her in bitter agony with the tears streaming down his handsome face.
She spoke more gently now: "Danny, tell me. I want to hear you say it ... now say it!"
"I-I was ... I was playing with myself," he said almost inaudibly.
"And what about my panties, what were you doing with them?" she insisted, relentless in her interrogation of the helpless boy.
"I CAN'T Mama Carol ... oh, please!" he blurted in a new flood of tears.
"I see," she coldly responded. "Well, maybe it will be easier for you to explain to your parents what you were doing with my panties." His response was immediate. "I was smelling them!" he nearly shouted.
"Why?" she fired back.
"Because they're nice ... I think they smell nice!" the nearly hysterical boy answered truthfully.
Carol breathed deeply and gave the boy a soft smile. "There, now, Danny, that wasn't so bad after all, was it? You see dear, I only want to help you, but in order for me to help you, you have to answer my questions," she said in a gentle voice as she motioned for him to sit back down beside her. "You know Danny, what you did is not that unusual. Lots of people do it. Do you do it often?" she asked, knowing of course that he would say no, and hoping that the "no" was a lie.
"No, ma'am," he lied, his face bright red and swollen from the tears. "I don't do it too much."
"Well, whether you do or not, the point is that you should learn to be more careful. I really don't know what to do about this," she said, furrowing her brow in mock consternation. "I suppose I'll have to make a decision after lunch, the others will be coming in shortly, and I wouldn't want them to see you like this. You just stay here and I'll bring your lunch in to you and tell the others that you aren't feeling well, how would that be?" she asked, as she stood up from the bed.
"Fine, I guess, ma'am," he responded weakly. Actually, the distraught young boy thought, he wasn't feeling too well at that.
Carol couldn't resist the temptation to put her hands on his young shoulders and bend down to kiss him gently. "Don't you worry, honey. We'll work it all out after lunch. I know I can help you ... trust me, okay?" she said, noticing there was no bulge in his jeans. She felt the wiry strength in his young shoulders through his shirt and ran her hands quickly down his arms, feeling the developing young muscles, anxious to see and feel the slim young teenager body in all its virile naked splendor.
"Okay ... and Mama Carol? You won't tell my parents, will you?" he asked hopefully.
Another twinge of sadistic delight darted through her at his pleading helplessness. She paused for a long moment as the expression on his youthful face betrayed the agony of hope he was going through.
"I don't know yet, Danny. Hopefully, I won't have to resort to those measures, but we'll just have to discuss it after lunch, won't we. Now, you wash up and I'll bring your lunch in to you in a moment," she said, moving towards the door and closing it behind her.
Carol acted quickly then, with Danny stowed safely in her bedroom. She gathered up the lunch she had already prepared and put it inside two large baskets along with paper plates and other picnic accessories. She then carried both baskets outside to the back veranda and sat on the steps to await the return of the group.
After what seemed like interminable hours to the lust-incited young redhead, but was actually only a matter of minutes she saw the crew approaching the house, heralded by a bounding, barking Jethro with young Pete not far behind. She walked out to meet the boy with a basket in each hand and the well-received suggestion that they have a picnic at the lovely site not too far from the house, yet far enough to keep them occupied for another hour, at least. Pete immediately inquired about his friend Danny and Carol coolly informed him that the boy had suddenly become ill, and was resting in bed until he felt better. Pete did not appear overly concerned and seemed to accept her story without requiring further elaboration, muttering something about the lack of assistance. He then gathered his charges, and carrying the baskets proceeded to the picnic site Carol had suggested.
Carol at last returned to the house, her breathing coming in quick deepening gasps as she watched the last of the group disappear from sight.
CHAPTER FOUR
The wave of glowing desire swirling erotically up through Carol's excited body was driving her mindlessly on, causing her to completely ignore the vague remembrance of the promise she had made herself that very morning, only an hour ago. Remembering the beautifully erotic sight of him taking her wispy, once worn panties to his face! That was what had excited her beyond belief ... the idea of his smelling, tasting, the quintessence of her perfumed vaginal secretions from the soft silken crotchband sent lecherous flames of passion licking hotly over her body. God, she was hot, so hot!
She went shakily to the kitchen and quickly drained her cup of the remainder of the drink, then to the bathroom to change into her sating robe.
Danny Bell paced back and forth in the darkened bedroom, hands thrust inside his pockets wondering what was going to happen to him now. The young teenager felt like a prisoner awaiting sentence, trapped at the very scene of his crime. Oh God, he thought, how could he have been so damn stupid? Why hadn't he had sense enough to close the door, for Christ sake! She was right about that for sure, he would have to learn to be more careful. He had always had a fear of getting caught in the act, but he supposed he'd been doing it so much lately, he'd just gotten careless. Oh, shit, what if she told his parents? Told them she found him with his cock in his hands and her panties up to his face! They'd kill him! She wouldn't do that, she wouldn't want him to die! But holy shit; what if she did? She said to trust her, didn't she. It was hard not to, she was so pretty ... that crazy red hair, those beautiful, big blue eyes ... and those tits! Man, her pussy must smell so good, just like those panties ... It was those damn tiny little things that had set him off in the first place, he thought, casting his eyes on over to where the diaphanous material lay on the floor, resisting the urge to pick them up and do the same thing again. Girl's panties always did that to him, ever since he discovered the hot, sexy smell of the little strip that rubbed against their pussies. Many a time he had dug out his sister's panties in the bathroom at home to smell and shoot his cum out on whenever he jerked it, but these of Mama Carol were different ... all silky and soft, not the plain old cotton kind his sister wore, with those dopey little flowers around the edge. He had only intended to come in to use the bathroom, but when he saw those panties on the floor, just laying there, he couldn't resist ... just one quick sniff, and then ... well, he just forgot about everything else in the world! He just had to smell them more and cum on them!
Suddenly his reverie was interrupted by the door opening ... and there she stood, her luscious, full body silhouetted by the light coming in from the hall, with her long thick coppery hair tumbling down around her shoulders and wearing a shiny satin robe that clung and hugged every round curve of her incredible voluptuous older body!
Carol was pleased by the obvious admiration and astonished awe in the teenager's open-mouthed expression as he stood back dumbly staring at her in bewildered unhidable excitement.
Danny was speechless, unable to move at the incredible beauty of the sight before him. She had changed the faded jeans and shirt for an emerald green satin robe that made her fiery red hair look like burnished copper. And the way it clung to her hugely swaying tits and her hips and her long, slender legs ... it was like she didn't have anything at all on! It was slit all the way up the middle allowing the little wispy white panties to peek out tauntingly with every step she took. Christ! She looked like a movie star! Like a dream lady! Like nothing he had ever seen before in his life!
He'd never even seen a woman in underthings before, except for his mom and sister, who never looked like this. Those smooth beautiful legs ... and those white panties hugging tight against the puffy place up between her full, naked thighs. Her huge, rounded tits were just barely tucked inside the top, swelling out all around with just a narrow crevice separating them, as if they might pop out and overflow at any instant.
"The others have gone now, Danny. We have a chance to talk this over," she said in a quivering throaty voice, moving into the room and sitting down on the bed. She was trembling, but pleased that he had gaped at her total sexually aroused awe during those long moments she had stood there. His handsome dark eyes were wide, and there was little doubt in her mind regarding the rapidly swelling bulge at the front of his jeans now.
"Maybe I could bring you your lunch, are you hungry?"
"Uh ... no ma'am ... no thank you." The boy said, food being the last thing on his young brain at this point.
Carol crossed her legs as she sat on the bed, feeling the tightening pressure against her seething pussy, trying to contain the urge to move against it. Her robe fell open to reveal the white, smooth flesh along her shapely thigh. She bit her lip as she watched him standing rigidly across from her. What am I doing, she thought, knowing that she could stop right then if she wanted to, but oh God, she didn't want to! After gazing at him for a long moment, she finally spoke:
"Danny, I've told you that what you were doing in here was not unusual, that many people do it ... some more than others, but almost everyone has done it at some time or other." She leaned forward to him, "How frequently do you do it, Danny?"
Oh shit, the boy thought, she's going to start that crap again. Why does she have to keep asking me those questions? What the hell does it matter! He didn't answer, but only looked at her with a pleading, embarrassed expression.
"How frequently, Danny?" she pursued.
He shrugged his young shoulders in embarrassment. "I ... I don't know, Ma'am really."
"Just give me some idea, once a day ... once a week ... once a year?" Carol interrogated, once again inwardly delighting in the sense of power her upper handed position was giving her. "Do you do it sometimes more than once a day? Tell me Danny, tell me the truth, how often do you do it?"
"Oh, I don't know, Ma'am ... maybe once a week or something ... I don't know! What difference, anyway?" he said, almost crying again and turning away from her steady gaze.
"Well, I was thinking, if I should have to tell your parents about what I saw you doing, they might want to know, that's all...." she said, studying her fingernails, and glancing up at the petrified young boy.
"Please ... please don't do that, Mama Carol! You don't know how they are! I'd have to run away from home or something! My dad will kill me if he finds out ... he'll kill me!" the boy exclaimed, whirling around to face her.
Carol studied his handsome young face for a long moment, then slowly, sweetly, she smiled and said in a soft, low voice: "You mustn't be afraid Danny ... I won't tell anyone, because I've decided that I can help you. As long as you cooperate, I'm sure I can help you rid yourself of this terrible habit. And I think you will cooperate, won't you Danny?"
"I don't understand, Mama Carol, but ... sure, I'll cooperate, even if I don't know what you mean." the confused boy said, looking at her and trying to understand.
"I mean that I believe that I can help you, darling ... that's all ... but only if you want me to," the beautiful woman said in a whisper, leaning over so that the deep cleft between her white breasts was fully visible to the young boy. "The whole problem Danny, is that you should have a girlfriend, and you don't. Am I right?"
"Yes ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend ... there isn't anyone, but I wish I did...." he said, his young voice trailing off.
"Well ... if I were your age I'd be your girlfriend, Danny, you're a very handsome boy," she half whispered. "I'd love to be your girlfriend ... we could go on dates, and you could kiss me, and I would even let you do other things too ... like ... like kiss me down where my panties touch me...."
Danny looked down at her staring in wide-eyed amazement. "You're making fun of me, aren't you Mama Carol? You wouldn't really...."
"Danny!" she said in a hurt voice. "I am most certainly not making fun of you! Just to show you, let's pretend that I am your girlfriend...."
Danny was speechless again and could only ogle her full breasts and eagerly shook his head in agreement.
"Would you kiss me then, if I really were your girl, Danny?" Carol taunted, sure now that she was going to get what she wanted, what she had to have. She noticed the slight stirring in the front of his jeans, adding to her own mounting desire.
The boy nodded his head emphatically, too overwhelmed to speak, and Carol slowly reached out her arms and took the boy by the hands to pull him gently down beside her on the bed. She knew he could smell the fragrance she wore, and with her eyes that were uncontrollably devouring his, she leaned close, her petulant lower lip quivering as she lecherously whispered. "Then show me, honey, show me how you would kiss me if I were your girlfriend."
She saw the awe-struck teenager tremble in excitement that raked his entire young frame.
"You precious darling ... ," she hissed, unrestrainedly letting her arms slip hungrily around him, then draw him to her. "This will be our secret, little lover ... and I'm going to make you never want to play with yourself again ... I'm going to help you, yes I am!" she said, enveloping him within the realm of her sensuous curves, her full, yielding breasts flattening against the solidness of his developing young chest, her soft, warm belly brushing his.
As she slowly let her hips part and her tiny tongue seek the hot freshness of his sweet young mouth, she felt his strong, youthful hands clasp at her waist through the smooth material of her robe, not searchingly, but with guarded protectiveness. She kissed him tenderly, with open lips and smoldering passion.
Danny thought he was losing his mind. It just couldn't be really happening, not with Mama Carol ... she couldn't be kissing him like this! But she was ... she sure as shit was! Kissing him with hot, wet lips ... holding him in a crushing grip against her flattened out breasts, until he could feel their hardened nipples digging into his chest like tiny pebbles. And there was her hot little tongue, wetly trying to worm its way into his mouth! He had heard of that, had heard guys talking about it, but it was really happening ... happening to him right now! Oh Christ! His cock was jerking around like crazy and getting harder and harder by the minute!
Carol clasped Danny tightly, completely lost in lecherous passion filled lust, while she smothered him with hot, ardent kisses. Finally, she let her one hand smooth down searchingly into his lap, feeling him tremble beneath its soft, exploring touch. She didn't rush toward her goal, but moved slowly, seductively, teasing her fingers and palm along the inside of his thigh with gentle pressure. At last, she touched it ... the straining outline of his young penis inside the tight fitting jeans. She felt his shuddering gasp to the erogenous contact, a searing sensation of intensified desire trailing through her belly as she traced the length of jerking hardness delicately with thumb and forefinger.
"It feels so nice and hard, Danny...." she whispered against his panting young mouth. "Let Mama take it out for you, let me set it free to stretch out in all its lovely hardness....
Mama Carol's going to be a good pretend girlfriend for her precious little boy lover."
"Unnnhhh ... ohhh Christ!" Danny Ross grunted in confused building tension. He felt her soft hand caressing, then unzipping his fly and he whimpered again. Her soft, gentle fingers crept inside his pants through the opening in his shorts to smooth over the sparsely haired, quivering flesh of his pelvis. Then, they wrapped in possessive warmness right around the throbbing shaft of his cock and brought it out, almost completely shattering him!
There was no way he could have stopped her if his life were at stake. Strange quakes of unknown fermentations thundered through his groin and upward into his belly. Shit! She had his cock right up in her soft little hand and ... she was rubbing it! He watched her sliding the loose outer skin up and down knowingly ... then ... oh, shit ... she had his balls right there in her hands ... she was playing with his balls!
"Ohhh, little Danny, you feel so good," she hotly breathed into his gasping mouth, the terrific aroma and taste of her just about to drive him out of his mind! "I think that we had better both take our clothes off ... that's what a good girlfriend would do for you ... take off her clothes, and you would too, and you could both be naked together!"
God! He couldn't talk, his throat wouldn't work! She was still with a half-smile on her beautiful face, her moistened, lush lips partially parted, her dark fringed blue eyes glowing with an inner fire ... and oh man ... he was going to do anything she said! Besides, she'd caught him, hadn't she? What else could he do? She had caught him red-handed ... and he couldn't let her tell his parents ... and ... oh holy shit ... she was so beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the entire world!
Her hugely white rounded tits were ready to burst right out of that shiny green robe in all their fullness! And he was going to see them ... see all of her, naked! He was going to see her beautiful ass, and her pussy, all covered with that curly red hair, and ... oh Shit ... she was rubbing his jerking cock again!
"Don't be afraid, Danny!" she said soothingly. "Remember, this is my way of helping you to cure yourself of playing with that beautiful little thing of yours all the time. That's not what it's for. Would you like me to show you what its for, little darling?" She then squeezed his hardness in her soft hand with a significant fervor. "When you were smelling my panties, it made me very happy, did you know that, Danny? It would also make me happy if you wanted to taste them while they're on me ... like this...." and she slowly lowered her head downwards until it was right over the lead-hardened rod of his cock-flesh.
Even though he couldn't see down there, he felt his eyes about to pop out of his head. He felt her soft, warm hand at the base of his penis, drawing down the foreskin away from its sensitively throbbing head. A second later, the wildly exhilarating tip of her tiny, wet tongue was on the little wet slit at the tip, wiggling hotly into it, sending frenzied jolts of wild excitement charging rampantly through his lust-infused young loins.
He choked out a loud grunt, then felt the soft wetness of her warm lips slipping down over his tingling cock-head ... down, down, and down! He'd swear she'd sucked the whole length of it up into the hot wet cavern of her mouth! Her tongue lashed curlingly around it and he could feel the pressure of her wickedly sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off it ... until she was looking up at him and smiling sensuously into his mesmerized face once again.
"Do you understand now, Danny darling? Do you see what this little toy of your is for? It's for sharing, sharing with your girlfriend, darling. That's how Mama Carol's going to cure you of the habit you have of playing with it all alone. You'll never have to imagine, and play with it alone anymore...." she whispered seductively, trying to control the raging lust that was quickly consuming her whole voluptuously aroused body.
Danny stared at her moistened ripe lips that had just been tightly locked around his cock. They glistened reflectively with the light in their lush, red -rimmed dampness. He tried unsuccessfully to overcome the dryness in his throat, but still, he could not speak a word.
"Danny? Little lover? Okay?" she pressed.
The boy could only nod his head and she leaned forward, kissing him gently before slowly getting to her feet to slip out of her green robe, letting it float down to the floor. He stared from his sitting position, his anxious young dark eyes fixed on the curvaceous white body she was about to reveal to him. He hardly noticed the lewd little smile of lecherous dominance teasing at her luscious mouth as she slowly wriggled around to reveal the perfectly rounded, full pointed breasts, with their hardened, pink nipples, right before his feverish eyes. The two lush, creamy mounds swayed provocatively to the taunting undulations of her curved hips when she rolled the silky panties down over them, her dimpled navel and the small bowl of her belly coming into exciting view. Then, he saw the sparse fiery red triangle between the tanned whiteness of her full thighs ... and finally, her entire naked pussy unveiled before him! Good God Almighty! He could even see the moistened, pinkly glistening crevice up between the satin-smooth thighs of her long, shapely legs!
She turned away from him then, and slowly bent over to pick up the robe and panties that had fallen to the floor, her lushly ovaled, ivory-hued buttocks slightly spreading apart with the movement. The purposeful, lewd positioning gave him a fleeting peek at her soft, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered little hole of her asshole centered in the deep intriguing crevice between her voluptuous buttocks.
Danny was sure he wouldn't be able to live through this ... he would die before it was over!
Carol's lustful and lecherous passion had arrived at that salaciously blinding peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled her lust-fogged brain. She eased, in her wonderful feeling nakedness, toward the spellbound teenaged boy and taking his hands, drew him to his feet. He stood motionless in obvious trepidation, his stiffened young rod still protruding in excited arousal from his opened fly. Slowly, she moved closer to him, taking both of his hands to place on the warm, resilient flesh of her breasts, while with her own she reached down to clasp his thrusting rod of swollen hardness once again.
Kissing him hotly as she stroked his young cock tenderly she hissed into his ear: "Now, my darling, let's see you naked, its going to be so very nice to see you naked...." and began to unbutton his shirt. Impelling sensations of sensual urgency raced through her loins and belly as she watched him stand subservient and helpless before the irresistible captivation of her exposed curvaceous body, his youthful hands eagerly exploring her tingling breasts with unrestrained desire.
She removed his shirt and kissed his young hairless chest, the tiny hardened nipples of his developing pectoral muscles raising with each lick of her moistened tongue tip. She then trailed her tongue downward, over his belly and navel, lowering herself slowly to her knees as she began to unbuckle his belt. Then she tugged both jeans and shorts down over his boyish, slim hips and lean buttocks, her hungry, sparkling blue eyes feasting on his upwardly arched, rigid young cock jutting out from the scant, hair-sprinkled pelvis, and his virile, cum-swollen young balls hanging down between his teenage thighs.
Lord, but he was a handsome boy! Her blood pounded in her veins with sensual carnality. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his sensuously jerking young cock, extending her tiny tongue so that he could see its tip wriggling again up into the tiny little opening at the tip while she tenderly caressed and weighed his sperm-filled young balls below.
"Uuuuugggghhhh!" Danny choked, falling backwards.
From her kneeling position, Carol gently guided him back onto the bed, removing his shoes and the rest of his clothing. When at last he was completely and beautifully naked, she lewdly spread his legs wide and moved between them, drawing his buttocks closer to the edge so that his knees were spread wide and his feet were flat on the floor. Her breathing came on in short lust-driven gasps as she clasped his throbbing young penis between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled down its tender young foreskin, and plunged her saliva-heated mouth omnivorously down over it!
Little Danny Bell choked out a groaning sound as he raised his head to look down and watch the beautiful red haired lady frantically suck his cock! God almighty, he hoped she'd never stop ... he wanted it to go on forever, until the end of the world. It was the first time in his whole life that anything had touched it except for his own hand and he sure could understand what she meant about what it was really for! He gasped and shudderingly whimpered as a second time her wet, full lips and hotly engulfing mouth began moving up and down rhythmically on his rock-hard cock, her hotly lashing tongue twirling all around it to bath it wetly with her saliva with every upthrust of her hungrily nursing mouth.
Carol, too, was overwhelmed with the staggering delight of the salacious pleasure filling her quaking belly and hotly fired cunt which the sucking of his delicious young cock was bringing her. She was hardly aware of her young lover's moans of pleasure, but in her mind was the ever present knowledge that this one could actually cum! This sweet young boy-cock she was exploring and savoring would be able to fill her with the long desired sweet cum in her mouth to suck out and swallow down into her seething belly every precious, delicious little drop.
It was then that the realization flashed through her passion dazed mind, the truth of which astounded her even in her lust-crazed state. What she was doing was the culmination of a sexual-desire for young boys she had for too long unknowingly nourished and been denied! But no longer, and never again! She knew she would suck all their hardened young cocks she could find until they squirted their white hot nectar into her desperately wanting mouth and throat! God, oh yes, she would swallow their sweet cum until it flooded and put out the fire in her hungrily aching belly! She would, she knew she would!
With wanton abandon Carol sucked and licked, thoroughly examining with avid, tactile tongue his pulsating young penis' every ridge and wrinkle. She cupped his sperm-filled young balls in one soft, warm palm, while with two clasping fingers and thumb of one other hand, she held to its rigid, thickened base. Wantonly, she knelt between his widespread legs, continuous and irresistible passion mounting within her lust infused nakedness as she visualized the exciting sight it must make for him with her slavishly working her mouth slithering up and down over his straining loins. She sensed him thrusting his lean hips upward into her rhythmically descending face, fucking his aching hardness desperately up between her wetly fastened lips and on into her possessively sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lecherous desire, trying to take its fully pulsing head down all the way into her hot, liquid throat!
As young Danny stared in gasping awe at he mouthing of his burning young cock an unbearable aching throb pounded through his fired up loins and tautened belly. She had sucked it to such hardness that it felt like it was going to explode. Man! She had taken it right down past her tonsils for a moment and now she'd raised her head again. He watched her pulling his loose foreskin up above its blood-filled tip with her fingers, then ... she wormed her tiny pink tongue hotly down inside it in a lewdly arousing swirling motion! He could see it's tip boring into the thin vertical little slit at the end as if she were trying to drill right down into his throbbing loins that way!
The feeling was about to take his breath away, he felt like his cock were about to bust
I and ... oh SHIT! She stopped!
Carol rose up from her knees and gazed at him with passion-glazed eyes. Then, she said in a hoarse, husky voice: "We're going to do something else now, darling ... come up on the bed with your girlfriend Carol." The young boy obeyed and crawled up beside her as she began to smooth her hand possessively over his young, trembling boy-body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense as she explored the secret places of him. The lush lips that had been lewdly fastened around his cock found his, her tiny wet tongue darting into his mouth. She raised her satin-fleshed white thigh over on top of his, pressing the delight of her soft, down covered cunt tightly against his hip with a sensuous little undulating motion. "Little boy lover, Mama Carol's going to make you feel so good, she's going to make you the happiest boy in the world! And you won't ever have to play with yourself again, because when your beautiful cock get hard you know you can come to Carol and she'll fix it so it can get soft comfortably again!" she whispered in a lusty, throaty voice.
Danny had never heard a girl say words like "cock" before-never in his life. He didn't know that they ever even did ... and here was Mama Carol, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen saying "Cock", it wasn't helping his breathing, and he still couldn't talk! Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, he had never even dreamed about it ... it just was too unreal, too crazy!
The intoxication of her conquest was rapidly refueling her warped desires and Carol r exclaimed hotly: "You little beautiful angel!" as she ran her slender fingers obsessively through his hair. She then began to inch up higher on the bed, until her prickling, hardened-nippled breasts were right in front of his astonished face. He was hers ... she had him to herself now ... and she could play with him and tease him all she wanted. She could, and she would, do anything she had the slightest whim for!
She cupped his handsome face beneath the chin and drew his mouth closer to one swollen breast, while she held the resilient white mound cupped in the other hand and said: "This is for you, Danny ... Mama Carol wants you to take it in your mouth and suck it. Suck it just like I sucked your sweet cock!"
Strange, unfamiliar sensations spiraled through her belly and between her legs as she watched his frightened young lips part when her tiny hardened nipple brushed them. With breathless delight, she pressed it into his warm, moist mouth, then held his head tightly to her.
"That's right, baby ... yessss little love ... that's how." she whispered passionately. "Go on darling, suck it ... bite it, feel it with your tongue, honey! Oooohhh yesss!" she whimpered, smoothing her own hand down his chest and belly to fondle his cock and balls. She heard and felt his little moans sounding against her swollen breast from his intensely sucking boy-mouth when she grasped the throbbing hardness of his teenage penis and again started to gently massage it.
"Do you like it, lover ... do you like for me to play with it while you suck hard on my titty? Carol hissed, her blue eyes glazed with lust.
The young boy continued to tighten and relax his lips as he sucked while his sweet tongue stabbed and taunted the tingling nipple beneath it.
Carol felt his throbbing boy cock delightfully jerking in her hand and suddenly whispered: "You're doing fine baby love, but Carol has something more for you!" And then to his disappointment she was moving away from him again, pulling her delicious, sweet tasting tit from his mouth and letting go of his rock-hard cock. Oh, please ... don't let her stop now!
"Because you're such a good little love," she said in a husky voice, "Mama Carol is going to give you a special treat ... she's going to let you look at her pussy ... Have you ever seen one, up close?" she lewdly questioned, her blue eyes flaming with sensuality as she got on her knees beside him, her full white breasts tantalizingly swaying with her movements. "Have you, Danny? Have you ever in your life seen one?"
His eyes were wide as he stared up from the bed at her and he shook his head, uttering the first words he could manage since her first kiss: "No, ma'am ... never!"
Carol's beautiful , face was lecherously contorted, reflecting the passionate lust which had taken complete control over her. Teasingly, deliberately, she spread the full white columns of her full thighs apart, kneeling outward with both legs with the triangle of sparse, silken hair r with its pink crevice separating her flushed cunt-lips entirely exposed to his straining eyes.
"Now!" she hissed. "Do you see it? Do you like to look at it?"
The astounded young teenager could only gape wordlessly at the rousing erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed pussy. He stared in breathless fascination, his whirling brain vaguely thinking how perfectly it was centered right up there between the whiteness of her lewdly spread thighs, and how tight and narrow the pinkly shining little crevice of it was. At the same time, his mind repeated the words pussy, tit, and cock that she had so freely used, all of them reeling in his brain to cause insane prickling sensations in his loins and belly. But he was paralyzed ... totally stunned into statue-like stillness by the spellbinding sight of her cunt spread so erotically before his widely bulging eyes.
Nothing before in her life had ever been like this, and the awareness of the boy's growing inflamed passion was adding to the fire raging inside Carol's nakedly exhibited body. It was insane, but she had never known anything like this with even her husband. She knew full well what she was doing, and that she would probably hate herself for it later, but now nothing mattered, only the wild maddening desire that was filling the very walls of her openly spread cunt with the white-hot heat of lewdly growing lust.
"Touch it Danny! Go ahead, I want you to touch my naked cunt! Hurry, baby!"
Carol didn't care if his hesitation sprang from fear or juvenile shock ... she only wanted to feel his fingers teasing against her hotly pulsating cunt. She watched as he slowly moved his boyish hand upward between her expectantly spread thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it brushing the damp silken strands of the thinly curling pubic hair lining her feverishly swollen cunt-lips. His own breathing came in short little gasps as he awkwardly pressured, then cupped the whole softly curling triangle with his hotly sweating young palm.
"Ohhh, yesss! Yes, yes, yes, little precious! That's how to do it ... you do like it don't you? Touching it, feeling how warm and soft it is, like a soft furry little kitty ... like a little pussy cat. Ohhh God ... and she suddenly started to undulate her hips around in tiny, obscene little stripper-like circles, rippling her whitely curved buttocks and pressing her hot cunt down harder on his instinctively clutching hand.
Moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her now desire-drenched loins directly above his youthful, rigid cock, she bent down and hungrily kissed his mouth.
"Now baby, fuck up into it" she hissed. "Right now you're going to learn about your own sweet little cock, and you're going to know what to do with it for the rest of your life, because I'm going to let you put it right up inside my naked cunt and you're going to fuck it all by yourself!"
Danny raised his head to better see the lewd sight of her full white thighs spread wide apart, r knees and calves on either side of him, her hot wet cunt that he held right in his hand twitching erotically above the pulsing tip of his aching cock! She said fuck! She just said he could fuck her naked pussy ... it can't be real ... it's impossible . .'. his mind had made it up! The four letter words were sending unbelievable charges of never imagined excitement slashing wildly through his groin. And her face!
He had never seen anyone look the way she did at that moment! Her eyes were blazing and her beautiful-mouth was all twisted in almost an insane grimace. Her breaths were coming out like she was about to blow her mind, and she was wild-eyed. It was scary, but he didn't care about that now! Suddenly, she smoothed her hands down over the smoothly rounded curves of her hips and inward across the tiny bowl of her smooth white belly. He hypnotically watched them tease downward through the downy, copper-hued curls to either side of the softly trembling cunt lips between her legs, then slowly spread their hair-fringed puffiness open to reveal the moist, pink vaginal flesh between!
"Can you see it? Can you see up into it, little lover?" she rasped luridly, holding the silken fur adorned mouth open to his eagerly peeled eyes.
Danny raised to his elbows, although he could see quite well from where he was. He had no idea they would be so pink! The enticing exposure of her secret genitals completely mesmerized him. It was so soft looking up inside, and her cunt hole! He could even see up inside her slightly pulsing open cunt hole, all wet and glistening around it, and ... God, it looked like it was breathing real fast ... just like his guppy fish at home!
But before he could reflect further she grasped his painfully hard rod of flesh, lifting her buttocks strategically to point its blood filled head at her visibly pulsating cunt. "Now," she lecherously rasped, "watch what Mama Carol is going to do with your hard little cock!"
Danny gaped from his elbowed position and saw the spongy, bulbous head slip unhindered up into the hot channel between her widespread thighs, while Carol watched him with fired, lust filled eyes. She lowered her seething, wet cunt down onto it, sucking the entire length right up inside her hot clutching pussy mouth!
"Oh Christ!" he was doing it! He was actually fucking her! The incredible reality sent his young mind reeling, he had never done it to anyone before ... and this was Mama Carol!
Carol was shivering with delight from growing pleasure as the forbidden young penis probed excitedly up inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. There had never been another but Bob's up inside her, but even as she realized this, she knew there would be more ... and all of them young and beautifully virgin like this one! It was so delicately beautiful, so tickling and prodding at her excitedly enveloping cunt walls. Wickedly, she began to undulate her buttocks and gorgeously curved hips around in frantic little circles, feeling the hard shaft of his teenaged hardness teasingly massaging and taunting her up inside her open cunt.
Lustfully, she leaned forward, pressing her huge, nakedly swaying breasts down onto his young chest in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with hers to kiss voraciously, while she fucked her hips and eagerly engulfing vagina up and down vigorously on his desire-hardened young cock.
"Unnnggghhh!" Danny suddenly grunted in unmistakable warning that he was going to cum, his choked alarm all that Carol needed to make her lift her loins up off him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "No! Please, no! Don't stop now ... not now!"
Carol was swiveling her naked body about on top of him to turn upside down over him on all fours before he knew what was happening. She placed her knees snugly against his quivering ribs on both sides of his young body, her rounded, creamy-white buttocks spread so that the wetly stretched crevice of her naked cunt was hovering but a tongue's length away from his mouth. Then, she plunged her cum-hungry lips down onto his already cunt-moistened length of penile flesh and began to suck it, leaving the rest up to him. Even so, she pressed the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her pussy lewdly back and down closer to his young face a tremulous moan of lecherous anticipation rising in her throat and vibrating along his achingly expanded cock shaft causing his tensed little ass-hole to tingle with new-found excitement.
Danny had nothing in his existence to measure this wild new sensation by. His head swam in a haze of unbridled desire. Nothing in the world mattered to him at that moment, nothing but the wild, immense sensations churning inside his almost painfully straining young balls. She was upside down on hands and knees on top of him, sucking his wildly inflamed cock causing his passion-dimmed senses to pyramid until' he thought he was going to pass out from the sheer, unbelievable ecstasy of it all. He gaped wide-eyed at the inciting vision of her voluptuously spread thighs with the flaming red silken curls lining the lips of her wetly breathing pussy up between them.
She was sucking his cock and Danny knew what she wanted him to do. He knew she wanted it, and he knew he had to do it ... wanted to do it! Hesitant at first, Danny placed his excitedly trembling thumbs onto the passion-flushed lips, feeling the intense heat they generated as he slowly drew the hotly moistened little slit slowly, ecstatically apart. He felt the sensuous shudder course through the older woman's naked body when he exposed the wet, pink flesh of her cunt to his young incited eyes and blew softly up inside.
The sensitively pulsating inner flesh glistened with tiny pearl-like droplets her vagina had secreted in her desire-incited fervor, the enticing sight causing further sensations of rampant sexual intensity to bolt through him. With a deep intake of breath, he raised his mouth toward the hotly palpitating lips and suddenly with a low, mewling groan licked out at them with trembling tongue! He found himself licking and circling the soft, curl-fringed edges momentarily then found himself wildly running his tongue knife-like through the hot liquid flesh, while her mouth moaned passionately below around his throbbingly aching cock.
Then suddenly, as though striking a nerve with a dental drill, he found her secret place, the tiny, pink bud of her erect little clitoris!
"Ooohhh God!" she nearly screamed around his cock in her mouth. He felt her writhe and squirm above him as he teased it mercilessly with his tongue tip. As she continued to twist and jerk her voluptuously curved hips hotly around above his face, he fastened his lips around the quivering little bud and suddenly the fleshy mounds of her whitely quivering body began to undulate above him in frantic, uncontrollable motions. Then, her whole hotly glistening cunt was flowering open to him and there was perfumed lust-arousing female moisture seeping wetly down on his tongue.
He couldn't see anything through the nakedly grinding arch of her soft hair-fringed loins and spread thighs but the firing spectacle of her white, fully rounded tits hanging and swaying down from her chest, their pinkly hardened little nipples hotly branding his tautened stomach when they grazed against him and pressed searingly into his naked young flesh. Then, he realized that her nakedly grinding buttocks were screaming out for him to lick her deeper while she increased the lewd little twirling of her hungrily lashing tongue around the smooth rubbery head of his blood engorged young cock.
Excitedly, he raised his young hands up over the smooth fleshy moons of her asscheeks and drew her wetly spread cunt down closer to his face, grunting aloud and bravely thrusting his stiffened tongue deeply up into its seething moist channel. The burning, snake-like penetration caused her to moan aloud, and she screwed her clutching cuntal sheath down hungrily onto his crazily spiraling tongue. He felt her soft lips devouring more and more of his painfully aching cock, the muscles of her hotly nursing throat working desperately as she swallowed rhythmically causing his frenzied loins to tense and jerk wildly up into it. God! She was going to suck his entire cock right down into her throat all the way up to his balls!
Its satiny head throbbed and jumped wildly with the crazy lickings of her salaciously curling tongue caressing all around its sides. She began to work her head up and down with a smooth little sucking action, and he imagined her inner lips bizarrely being pulled out, and then being stuffed back up inside again, the pink flesh clinging to his throbbing cock shaft as she voraciously sucked it to greater and greater hardness. He felt her scorching, hardened nippled breasts swaying and dancing down against the shivering flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motions of her sensuously pumping body. It was keeping cadence to his exploring tongue thrust deep up into her sweet, hot cunt ... Ohhh ... man ... shit! It was more than he could stand. Any minute it was going to squirt it out in her beautiful, unbelievably sucking mouth, any minute....
Sensing it, Carol began to suck at the hardened thickness of his boy-cock with all her body and soul. As her throat continually closed and un-closed around his pulsating rod of blood-engorged young hardness her cheeks hollowed and bloated and her belly frantically rose and fell as she milked desperately at his virile young cock with her inner mouth and throat. The moment she had longed for, the thing she wanted more than anything else in the world was quickly approaching ... he was going to cum. Oh the darling, precious angel was going to give her what she had unconsciously dreamed of for so long! He was going to squirt his hot sweet young boy-cum deep up into her mouth and throat and rocket her off the wildest heights of ecstatic fulfillment! But ... my God, he'd better hurry! With her lips clasped tightly around his pulsating rod of rock hard cock-flesh, she relaxed open her throat even wider in order to take its pulsing head deeper down into the hot, wetly milking cavern.
Then suddenly, at that exact moment, from deep inside the center of her burning belly, the first violent eruptions of lewdly rising ecstasy were beginning! She passionately began to knead his sperm-filled young balls beneath her sensuously brushing, cock-filled lips, and salaciously ran her long nails beneath them, while at the same time she moved toward her own insanely growing orgasm.
Danny could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling crazily around it at the peak of her upward withdrawal. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her desperately working little anus above, his cock hurtfully throbbing to the depths of his groin. God, she! was going to suck his whole insides out through the tiny slit in his cockhead!
He sensed her frenzied reactions by the way she began to suck with ever mounting intensity, and knew that she too was quickly heading toward that unraveling point of lust-crazed sexual bliss as she suddenly groaned aloud like she was in pain and swallowed nearly all of it up into her hungrily working throat.
Blinding waves of rising heat were wildly building in the intricate depths of his ; sperm-churning balls. Excitedly, he felt her! white goddess-face toiling with a hungry, omnivorous passion above his furiously fired loins. He could not possibly stand it any longer! His thrusting tongue was coated with the sweet flowing juices from her vaginal walls, his lips glued leech-like to her wildly seething pussy, the muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure. His breath hissed out from his lungs, and as he felt the ridges of inner cheek flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips clinging tightly to his heavily pulsating cock he knew it was going to happen! Oh shit! It was going to happen!
A boyish groan gutturally arose from somewhere in his chest as he felt the scalding, white sperm starting its furious charge from deep down in the sanctuary of his balls and began squirting out in hot fiery streams deep up into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! At the same time Carol's own mind-shattering orgasm began to overwhelm her and blow up inside her tongue filled cunt. She moaned crazily around the squirting young hardness fucking out of control now up into her hungrily milking mouth as she swallowed demon-like to suck the white hot jism deep, deep, down into the hot wet softness of her thirstily waiting belly.
"Oooouuuggghhh...!" Carol cried out in an ecstatic wail of blissful joy, their nakedly sweating bodies writhing in a wild, uncontrolled series of obscene spasms, the excess result of his wildly bursting orgasm overflowing and foaming back out of the corners of Carol's desperately working mouth in a white, creamy torrent which trickled hotly on down over her chin and back in to his hairless young testicles below from where it came. Desperately, she continued to suck and nibble hungrily on his deflating young cock long after it grew limp and useless in her wet, sperm coated mouth, until at last, in an earth shattering cataclysmic scream of blissful satiation she wailed out in a mindless ecstasy the final, cunt-jolting joy of her longed for erotic fulfillment!
CHAPTER FIVE
When it was over, Carol allowed the frightened and ashamed little Danny Bell to rush home like a scared puppy. Oh, God ... what horrible, depraved monster was this that had suddenly come into her peaceful, happy life? Although she had been able to once again extract a sworn vow from her young victim never to tell, there was no real guarantee that the shameful truth about her would sooner or later be revealed to the world. The implications were astounding, what with their means of livelihood being totally centered on the operation of the highly respected Watson Camp for Boys! And how could she tell Bob that they would have to close the camp because she simply could no longer resist the temptation to seduce them? A child lover! Yes, that was the bitter truth, she was a child lover!
The beautiful redhead fought the urge to simply escape the grim reality of what she had done through sleep's blessed oblivion and pulled herself together with the help of a little more brandy. By the time Pete had arrived from the picnic with the rest of the boys, she had dressed and was ready for the daily crafts class. Through some unknown source of strength within her being she was able to dismiss the teenager and continue with the day's routine alone. At last, when evening finally came and the last of the parents had picked up their children they had left so confidently in her hands, the distraught wife collapsed heavily in her bed and released the torrent of remorseful tears that had been building up inside all afternoon.
It was exactly as Carol had been afraid it would be, the total revulsion and shame of herself in the shadow of her lewd and depraved seduction of little Danny Bell. She still had no conception of what monstrous demon inside possessed her, causing her to powerlessly sink to such degraded depths. God, what if she were losing her mind? She had to be, what she was doing could hardly be called normal! Perhaps she should seek help ... but how, how could she ever let Bob know what she had done. How could she ever tell anyone?
And the poor little boy! Danny had run out of the house with a huge, happy look on his face. So happy, she was afraid it would give them away. She had tried to calm him, but the best she could do was to get him to promise never to tell a soul ... Oh God, what ever was to become of her?
She thought of nothing all night but the terrible affliction that had come over her. It was the second night that sleep was to almost entirely escape her, draining her of all her strength and almost making her ill with anxiety. Yet, she could think of nothing else. The vow she had made to herself after baby-boy Tommy ... how useless, how completely meaningless it had been!
Finally the beautiful and distraught redhead totally gave up on sleep and took a brandy with her into the darkness of the big, high ceilinged living room to sit on the couch and stare blankly out into the empty night. She had to get a grip on herself! How would she be able to function tomorrow if she didn't get some sleep? And yet, how could she sleep with the tremendous burden on her soul? The anguished young woman drained her glass and had another, taking some comfort in the warmth of the drink. Mercifully, after finishing three brandies, the liquor began to take effect on the exhausted girl and a thin ray of hope entered her by-now liquor-numbed mind. She slowly pulled herself to the bed and wrapped the covers protectively around her. She would sleep now and things would have to look better tomorrow. God knows, they couldn't look worse, she reasoned, and at least she was able to admit to herself that she had a problem. Bob often said that once you know what the problem is, there's always a way to solve it and although Carol could think of no solution short of eliminating the cause, she had a little more confidence in her own will power. Yes, she determined, she would be lost without her little darlings, it was out of the question! She would simply have to learn to control herself! It would not be easy, but she wasn't a child either. She was a thirty-five year old mature woman, somehow she would find the strength to fight off the wicked abominable urges that seemed to destroy her last ounce of self-control. It must never happen again ... never.
Carol repeated the words to herself as she slowly drifted off to sleep, praying that they would embed themselves somewhere inside her subconscious. Yet once she lost consciousness and was again at the mercy of her own dark center, dreams of surreal visions sprung up freely in her mind. Although her body slept her mind had its own way and flashed erotic fantasia across her brain with lurid sights and sounds, all ending in the distinct picture of Danny Bell furiously stroking his huge boy-cock with her white silken panties pressed tightly to his nose. As she slept, a smile crossed her features and softened her beautiful face!
Pete Henderson sat on the fender of his rear-hiked '57 Chevy with his massive German shepherd at his feet. His souped up hot rod with "BORN TO BE WILD" written on the side and his dog were the only two things in the world the sixteen year old boy really loved and as he sat with his arms folded across his chest his manner reflected the cocky feeling of superiority he always affected when he was in or on his car, certain that he was the envy of all who saw him.
He was almost sneering at the younger boy standing below him. "You sure got well in a hurry, Danny boy ... what did you have, the two hour virus?" he questioned sarcastically.
"I don't know, I just didn't feel so good, that's all!" Danny managed, avoiding the direct stare of the sixteen year old's pale blue eyes.
"Oh you're so full of shit, man!" Pete chided. "I saw you high-tailing it out of there when I was bringing the little bastards back from that dumb picnic. And why ain't you home right now if you're so sick that you can't help out a buddy like you promised?" he snarled.
"That's why I came over to your house, Pete ... to tell you I was sorry to run out on you like that." Danny said, his face flushing.
"You ain't sorry man, or you would tell me the goddamn truth! I ain't stupid, you know ... people don't get too sick to help like they promised and then get well again in three hours! So don't hand me any more shit, you hear?"
"It's true, man, I was sick." Danny said weakly, knowing his story was lame. He hadn't wanted to face Pete, not after Mama Carol made him promise not to tell anyone, but he was dying to tell someone ... and Pete probably did deserve an explanation. After all, he had promised to help ... and Pete was his buddy ... and he'd already broken one promise today!
Mike Henderson's huge frame appeared in the doorway when he saw Danny Bell from his position in front of the T.V. and he called out to the boy in his gruff voice.
"Yes sir?" Danny said as he quickly ran up to the house, relieved to be momentarily out from under Pete's steady gaze.
"Your Dad back from Ft. Worth yet, boy?" the massive hunter inquired, swigging from his beer.
"No sir, I think he's coming back tonight though, probably before supper." Danny replied, looking up at big Mike Henderson with trepidation. Pete's dad could sure be mean! Not that he'd ever done anything to Danny, but he'd seen him whip the living shit out of Pete before, especially if Pete back talked. Danny never wanted to do anything to ever make him mad, that was for sure!
"Well, you tell him to call me when he gets home if it's still on for Lake Texhoma this weekend ... will you do that for me, boy?" he asked.
"Yes sir, I'll be sure to do that, Mr. Henderson," Danny assured the giant of a man before him.
"Maybe you better have your Ma give me a call if he don't make it in tonight, so I'll know one way or the other." Mike Henderson added as an afterthought.
"Okay, Mr. Henderson, I'll tell her," Danny said, waiting for the man to return to the house before going back to Pete.
Pete had sat silently thinking during the conversation. He was absolutely certain there was something very fishy going on with Danny and he was determined to find out what it was. For some reason he felt more sure than ever that it somehow intimately concerned the luscious Mrs. Watson. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine what it was, but he was for damned sure going to find out ... one way or the other.
Christ! That beautiful, mind-blowing job, with those tits and that tight ass ... half the men and boys in that damn town were hot for her. Hell, she was the only reason he'd agreed to put up with those rich little snot-noses for Mr. Watson. Man, when he said that she would need help on that camping trip up around the hills by Lake Texhoma just the thought of being around her up in those woods sent his cock flying up like a kite.
"Okay Danny," he said as the fourteen year old came slowly ambling back to his car. "I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth about what happened to you up there this afternoon. I'll forget that you really let your old buddy down ... leaving me alone with those kids after you promised to help ... I'll forget about what a lousy thing that was ... if you just give it to me straight," he cajoled, deciding to try that tactic before threatening the smaller boy with beating hell out of him.
Danny shifted from one foot to the other, wanting only to get off the subject entirely, yet at the same time nearly bursting with the desire to tell someone. The driving urge was almost more than he could stand. He licked at his young lips and nervously fidgeted. "You wouldn't believe it anyway," he said. "Besides, I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."
"You promised!" Pete said loudly. "What about your promise to me? That don't mean anything to you I guess!"
"Yeah, but...." Danny faltered.
"Who did you promise? Mrs. Watson? And why wouldn't I believe you?" the older boy fired. "Listen, Danny, you better try me, I mean it, man ... there are ways of getting you to tell me " he said maliciously, the threat unmistakable in the tone of his voice. .
That was all Danny needed. After all, she made him break his promise to Pete, didn't she? And she forced him to promise, she made him, before she would let him go. And she liked him ... she wouldn't want to see him get hurt. Looking up at the massive boy with the big dog at his feet, Danny asked: "If I don't tell, would you sick Jethro on me?"
Now we're getting somewhere, Pete thought, satisfied with himself. "Yeah, I might just do that too, after I beat you up," he said with an excited grin.
"Okay," Danny responded without hesitation. "Then I have no choice, my life is at stake." And with a big grin he hopped up beside his friend on the car fender, anxious to at last share his fantastic secret.
"You just won't believe it! I was in her bedroom, see, jerking off, and she walked in and caught me! Then...."
CHAPTER SIX
By the next morning Carol had adjusted to the grim task before her and was feeling somewhat better than she had the previous night. The telephone ringing all morning kept her thoughts on the plans she was making for the overnight trip with the boys. It seemed every parent had called to reconfirm the plans and to be sure their sons' had all the equipment they would need. Fortunately, the day had been reserved as a free day for the boys to spend with their parents making any final purchases or plans before the big day; Carol felt very grateful for that stroke of luck. After talking with Bob long distance her spirits got a big boost and she felt that it might be nice to take a short nap before continuing with the preparations.
Carol fixed herself a brandy and coffee to help calm her before she stretched out on the bed for her quick cat-nap. God, she thought, this drinking in the day is going to have to stop too, very soon. Bob would never allow it! Of course she hoped it would not become a habit under any circumstances, but she felt justified considering the stress she had been under the last few days. She made a mental note to include a small flask in her packing for the trip up to Lake Texhoma hills, feeling that it may be needed. It's medicinal, she rationalized, as she poured out a healthy shot.
She went into her bedroom and drew the curtains against the bright afternoon sun before she slipped out of her jeans to lie on the bed and sip her brandy. She thought again about the vow she had made to herself and by then felt certain she would keep it this time. She was determined, she was sure ... it was all going to be all right ... it had to be.
As the lovely young redhead was right on the brink of drifting off to sleep she was startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. It took her a few moments to collect herself and it rang again, twice, with a very persistent and demanding sound. Some parent, she thought with a certain mild irritation. As much as she loved the boys and the camp business in general, she thought it would be very nice to have just one day to herself before the camping trip tomorrow. On the third ring she jumped from the bed and quickly pulled her jeans up over her lush thighs and padded barefoot to the door.
On the fifth ring she opened the door expecting to greet a rather excited mother of one of her boys and was surprised to look into the face of young Pete Henderson, as ever, in company of Jethro his dog.
"Why Pete! I thought it would be somebody's mother ... they've been calling all morning," she said, giving him a little smile. "I was just going to lie down for a few minutes rest ... what can I do for you dear?" she asked.
"Well, I sort of have a problem, Mrs. Watson," the youth said, shifting his solid weight almost nervously from one foot to the other. His blue eyes moved wetly over her in a sweeping glance, causing the uneasy feeling she had about him before to flutter through her again. "I ... I kind of need to talk to you about something ... something important, Mrs. Watson."
"You are going to be able to go on the trip, aren't you?" she said in alarm.
"Oh sure, I'm going to be able to do that. This is something different-nothing to do with the trip. It's going to take me a few minutes to explain, and...."
For a hesitant moment, Carol stood silently surveying the big boy, wondering if maybe it was his size that made her feel uneasy around him, then she moved back to one side and invited him to come in saying:
"Of course dear, whatever I can do to repay the big favor you're doing for us!"
Pete lumbered heavily inside followed by Jethro a few paces behind. Carol closed the door behind them and followed them into the living room, pointing to a chair and offering it to the big teenager. As Pete dropped to the chair he edgily rubbed the palms of his big hands against his thighs and then reached down to absently pat his dog's massive head, as though for support, it seemed to the girl.
"He really is a beautiful animal," she commented as she eased down onto the arm of another chair, carefully angling her long legs into an inconspicuous position. "Now ... what is it you wanted to talk to me about Pete?"
"Well ... Danny Bell is the one who told me you could maybe help me, Mrs. Watson," he said, staring at her, his tongue licking out to moisten his thick lips.
Carol continued to study him, noticing the trace of a half-smile tugging suggestively at his mouth, a feeling of tightness beginning to gnaw at the base of her belly. It was the way he had said it, plus the dull gleam in his blue eyes which she had not noticed before that made his grinning expression one of luridness to her, causing sudden little chills to race up her back. That, and the very mention of the name, DANNY BELL!
"J-Just what are you trying to say, Pete?" she managed, the strain in her voice apparent.
The heavy-set, blond haired boy leaned forward in his sitting position, once more licking at his lips, and said? "He told me Mrs. Watson ... Danny Bell is my best friend and he told me everything. He told me about how you sucked him and how he licked your cunt ... and about the way you got on top and fucked him, like maybe you weren't ever going to get enough ... Danny said that was your way of helping him with his problem, and the thing is ... I have that same problem he did, and I want to get the cure too."
Carol sensed the blood draining from her face as the impact of what he meant by his horrifying statement struck her like a severe blow to her solar plexus. For a moment, she thought she might faint ... almost wishing she could! Awe-stricken she gaped at him, unable to think, move or speak. She was petrified!
"I really didn't intend to upset you, Mrs. Watson," he went on, the lewd grin distorting his features glaring blatantly at her. "I just sort of assumed that was part of the service around here ... you know, like riding and basket weaving. From what I hear you're a pretty good teacher, especially in the fucking and sucking department."
"Oh, my God...." Carol moaned, the full meaning of his intentions shockingly registering in her mind, his filthily spewed words tormentingly bouncing against the walls of her skull! In seconds, rage followed, fuming and born out of growing desperation at his brazen vileness. And this was the boy Bob regarded so highly, the boy whose skill he admired!
"You just better get out of here right now, Pete Henderson! I'll call your father ... I mean it!" Carol heard her own voice breakingly threaten.
"Oh come on Mrs. Watson ... don't be a dumb cunt! There's no way you're gonna tell anybody anything and we both know it. It wouldn't look too good for a lady running a camp for boys to advertise the kind of lessons you give, how to suck pussy ... how to fuck ... does your husband know about that, by the way? You really got your nerve threatening to tell my dad, lady! What if I told what I know to your old man? Danny would back me up, you know. So you can be nice and give me my lesson just like you did for Danny, or you can be a bitch and make me take it ... it's up to you."
No, she wasn't going to faint ... that would be too simple. In that instant Carol decided that this young monster had been sent by the fates in order to punish her for the evil, debased deeds she had done. She sighed heavily, quietly resigning herself to whatever punishment she deserved. As she looked up at the boy she thought she must be losing her mind for sure because in spite of every effort she could muster she could not deny it ... the incredible tiny sensations of ridiculous excitement his obscene demands and use of lewd terms were stirring up inside her! Good God! How could she possibly be aroused by this young brat who actually intended to force her to have sex with him!
Suddenly Pete got to his feet, his move frightening Carol to her own. She retreated a step with a sharp intake of breath, not trying to hide her open fear. He was still half-grinning, his small blue eyes beady with growing excitement.
"Don't you dare touch me, Pete!" Carol hissed, her blue eyes wide and flashing as she took another step backwards, then let them drop to the swollen bulge in the front of his faded jeans. The obvious outline of his thickly lengthening penis was like a lodestone to them.
"I said stay away, you filthy creep!"
"And you're a cock-sucking cunt!" he spat bitterly, reaching out to catch her by the wrist and jerk her tightly against him, his powerful teenaged arms wrapping around her. "So, I'm a filthy creep, am I? Well, you don't know the half of it, you kid-fucking bitch!" he hoarsely added, smothering his young lips into her ripe full mouth, his big hand suddenly twisting into her long red hair from behind.
Carol reactively struggled against the overwhelming might of him, both truly angry and repulsed and yet at the same time weirdly sensually stimulated by the wet tongue, the ramming feel of his half-opened mouth covering hers. He held her then with one vice-like arm around her small waist, his huge hand ensnarled in her hair to force her head back and face up to him. He plunged the other arrogantly inside the front of her blouse with a little ripping sound, until he was clutching the naked, yielding flesh of one sensitive breast inside her wispy bra! She whimpered against his mouth and tongue as he began to animalishly knead the resilient, tender mound, kneading and teasing its defenselessly giving whiteness, finally pinching its tiny nipple into unwanted hardness with an almost savage ignorance.
"Oh damn ... please Pete!" she pleaded, twisting her mouth free. "You're hurting it ... don't, please...!"
"Please, my ass!" the big teenager leered back at her. "I didn't hear the part about you begging off Danny Bell, lady, and it ain't going to do you any good to try it on me! If I have to rape you, I will, but you're going to put out!"
"Then that's what you'll be doing, Pete ... raping me!" Carol managed to gasp. "There's a strong penalty for that, Pete. It's a criminal act!"
"Don't try to hand me that crap, Mrs. Watson!" Pete snarled down at her paled, emotion-filled face. "You wouldn't be stupid enough to take a chance on turning me in, not with what I know about you ... and don't think for a minute Danny Bell wouldn't spill his guts if it came down to it. How would you ever explain it to the parents ... or your husband ... or the cops, for that matter? Now, come on ... you could make it real nice for the both of us, or you can put up a stupid fight, it don't matter to me. But one way or the other, you're going to suck my cock and balls dry, lady ... you got it?"
The horrible truth rushed through Carol's brain like a raging, resistance crushing tidal wave. She was totally helpless against his compromising advances and she knew it as well as he did. There was absolutely nothing she could do but submit to whatever he demanded of her, the shocking realization inciting an unbelievable feeling of subjugation within her, a telltale, masochistic groan rising in her slender white throat.
Oh dear God! It seemed like an appropriate punishment to the rather superstitious and moralistic woman.
His hot breath rasped down into her face. He continued to hold her tightly against him, one of his hands wound tightly in her hair, the w other more gently now, kneading and exploring her completely exposed breasts from his tearing of the front of her blouse and wispy bra. He pressed his lips down on her lush, unresisting lips once again, spearing his long, hot tongue wetly into her mouth to lewdly lash at her own. Her mind continued to swirl with the incredulity of the situation and the baffling thrills of sensuality his lustful young manhandling of her were shamefully firing in her tense, soft belly and rapidly moistening loins. He pulled her tighter to him then, grinding his solid, masculine pelvis against the supple give of her yielding little belly and then she felt it ... the long, thick hardness of his swollen teenaged penis through the material of their clothing, its unmistakable throbbing presence quickly wiping all else from her brain!
A wild sensation of unsolicited arousal charged through Carol's young body at the feel of its startling hardness pressuring into the resilience of her excited, rounded belly. Tiny quivers of mounting desire swept uncontrollably upward along the smooth hollow of her back, a second little masochistic moan escaping her as she slipped her arms around his neck, mindlessly forcing her fevering loins tighter to him! God, was he just a sixteen year old boy? She could barely conceive of that any longer with the hot, promising feel of his lengthy rod of thick hardness pulsating against her trembling belly which she was now straining smotheringly to it.
God forgive her ... it was happening again, just as it had with Danny, ... the blind desertion of all control at the mere feel of his young, throbbing cock! But this time it was different, it made no sense! He was more of a man than a boy, and a wild boy at that ... she hated him for the way he was forcing her to submit to his lewd young demands ... yet at the same time, her again uncontrollable arousal was there! She once again had no control over the lecherous sensations that were rearing to life within her belly and feverishly flushed loins. Strangely, they were almost masochistic in their pervading nature, completely bewildering her as she continued to strain against him, her own breathing shortening into small heated gasps.
A wild charge of lust rocked through Pete Henderson as he sensed the breakdown of her resistance. Man, it had been a lot easier than he had expected it would be! She had just seemed to melt against him once he'd ground his hard cock into the give of her soft little belly! It was hard to believe, but there was no doubt about it-she was responding. Damn! She was actually kissing him back and sucking his tongue, her hips and quivering little belly beginning to make tiny circles against his hotly throbbing cock! Shit, she was too much, with her beautiful thrusting tits burning into the palm of his hand. He had felt up a few chicks before, but never had he had a handful of such big lusciously voluminous tits as hers! Oh man ... what a crazy wild fuck he was going to throw into the beautiful Mrs. Watson!
"M-Mrs. Watson ... I think we ought to...." he faltered, continuing to massage her warm, swelling breast.
Carol looked up into his youthful face, her breathing still coming in aroused, heaving breast-movements. His strong young loins with the solid, hard thickness of his penis remained hotly pressed against the yielding give of her own straining belly. She could sense too, the first seepage of warm vaginal moisture oozing out between her already warmly tingling pussy lips to seep down and dampen the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thighs. No longer did she have any desire to resist him; that only meant denial for herself, and already she had gone far beyond that point. She only wanted to have him ... to see it ... to hold it in her hand and to suck it in her mouth like the others!
"Okay, Pete ... you win...." she managed in a throaty voice. "Come with me, we're going to the bedroom," she said, as she led him by the hand into her bedroom, with Jethro wagging his tail and following them from the living room.
Pete could hardly believe how easy it was! Old Dan sure hadn't been lying, she turned on like she was cock-crazy once she had gotten the feel of his aching prick crammed against her little belly! Shit! He'd never been so damn hot in his life! He couldn't wait to see her stripped naked with the big tits and wild ass of hers ... the imagined sight of her lush full body was driving him mad!
Turning to face him and lightly touching the belt of her jeans she looked at him with a gleam in her luminous blue eyes that he hadn't noticed before. She walked up to him slowly and began to unbutton his shirt saying: "Well what are you waiting for, Pete?" in a hoarse deliberating voice. "Don't you want to strip me naked?"
Pete hadn't realized that he was hesitating, but he was, the crazy hungry expression in those big eyes of hers momentarily unnerving him ... making him remember that she was a woman, not a silly little scared schoolmate of his. With that sudden awareness, whatever boldness he had come with was rapidly deserting him. What if he wasn't man enough for her ... what if he shot his wad off right away on her legs or something before he even got it up inside her cunt like a baby-assed little kid! Christ, wouldn't she have a laugh on him though, after all his big talk.
"Well, Pete, what's wrong, darling?" Carol urged, catching the flash of apprehension that passed over his face. "Do you want me to strip myself naked for you?"
God, she couldn't let him get cold feet now ... and he was. Oh God, he was! She had to tease him back to his courage! She stepped back and with a minimum effort stripped away the remainder of her blouse and bra to stand in front of him with her huge, voluptuously formed breasts naked to his eyes. Then, keeping a wickedly smiling little gaze fixed on the teenager, she slowly unfastened the belt and drew the garment down over the full-flaring curves of her whitely shimmering hips until she was wearing nothing but tiny thinly protective black bikini panties with soft wispy strands of her coppery pubic hair curling out beneath the elastic leg bands. She watched his jaw go slack she obscenely teased her cunt mound toward him in a slow, seductive grinding motion and then wriggled the panties down over the smooth, flared arch of her hips and full tanned thighs, lifting each long leg in turn to step out of them. "There now ... don't tell me the boy with the big, hard cock isn't brave enough to take what he came for?" she lewdly derided, spreading her long, shapely legs slightly apart as she placed her hands on the rounded curves of her smooth, white hips and smiled lustfully at him, a lewd little glint of hotly burning desire in her eyes.
"Christ!" he swore half under his breath, the sound of the weird change coming suddenly over her and the word "cock" tumbling from her moistened lips firing him up almost as much as the revealed sight of her curvaceous, naked beauty. She was goading him, trying to make fun of him and he knew it. He felt the perspiration beading out on his forehead as he let his eyes rake lustfully over her mind-bending curves. The flaming red triangle of curls up between her firm white thighs, sparsely covered the thin crevice of the glistening pink flesh of her sensuously pouting cunt-lips. The firm white mounds of her hardened-nippled tits were throbbing visibly in front of his eyes and he had already held them once in his hands!
He felt his breathing laboriously increasing in his cotton-dry throat, his long length of hardened cock flesh adding a hurtful spasm in its confinement to his wildly building sensual appetite. The hot-cunted bitch! He'd show her!
Tease him, would she? Okay, but nothing was going to go wrong with this deal! He'd show her the difference between a little kid-cock and something man-sized! Yeah, and she was going to suck it all the way too, until he'd sprayed his goddamned cum right back against her pretty, taunting little tonsils!
Carol intended to torment him further if necessary to get him to fuck her, but suddenly he was pulling and ripping at his clothes, his teenaged face abruptly assuming an animal-like expression of almost frightening lust. She backed away toward the bed, having second thoughts concerning her wisdom in needling him. But there was hardly time for that now, for in seconds he had stripped naked and immediately she was too taken up with the long, rigid thickness of hardened penile flesh poling out from his young, hairy teenage loins. She gasped at the unexpected bigness of it, her eyes sweeping down to the heavy, sperm-filled sac of his balls hanging virilely between his powerful legs ... and then he was moving toward her where she had almost breathlessly dropped onto the edge of the bed.
"Now, goddamn you! You're going to suck it!" Pete luridly blurted. "And you're going to suck it 'till I shoot right into your mouth! So don't try to fight me or I'll shove it all the way down your fucking throat! We'll see who's afraid, you bitch!"
Fight him! Oh God, she could almost cry with the insane craving! The maddening desire was torturously burning inside her! Fight him? Dear God, only to get at him and plunge his handsome, thick cock into her mouth! To suck it until he shot his white hot sperm into her throat! Yes, yessss! She had to suck its hot nectarous cum from the depths of his beautiful sperm-laden balls down into her own hungry throat and belly ...!
"Do you get the picture, Mrs. Watson?" Pete searingly spat down at her, grasping a handful of her long, fiery red hair for emphasis.
"Yes, yes ... I understand, Pete!" Carol masochistically whimpered from the sharp pain from her scalp, tiny sensations of mindless lust racing fiercely through her sexually aroused body. "Please, get into the bed for me."
"I'll get into the bed when I'm fucking ready to get in the bed!" he coarsely sneered, his sudden sense of power over her charging sadistic waves of new excitement through him. "I've planned in my mind just how I'm going to do this, lady ... and there's more, too. When I heard about what you did for my old buddy Danny, I couldn't help but wonder how your tits and ass, your hot, wet cunt, would feel to my hands ... and now I'm going to find out! And you're going to do each goddamn thing I might have in mind ... got it, bitch?"
"Y-Yes, Pete ... but please let go of my hair, you're hurting me!" Carol pleaded, and at last he did.
He made a mean grin and straightened above where she sat, moving in closer until his long, thick cock with its moistened, purplish head, partially visible from its foreskin was nearly level with and only inches from her face. Carol gaped at it, its proximity making it seem huge! It was even bigger than Bob's, in both length and thickness, as were his bullish, young balls! And while she stared at it, his hand suddenly dropped down to lewdly grasp hold of the thick, hardened organ, then obscenely pulled the loose outer skin back away from the glistening, spongy glans.
"Kiss it, Mrs. Watson!" Pete commanded in a hoarse, almost cracking voice. "Kiss it and lick your hot tongue all over the head!"
The passion-inflamed, naked Carol, not wanting to give way to the lustful anxiety which was almost frantically consuming her entire wits, leaned slowly forward. She placed her pursed, warm lips to its hot, rubbery tip and held them there before excitedly letting the little tongue slip between them, its wiggling, wet end stealing the pearly drop of his youthful pungent semen oozing from its tiny slit. Then, she wormed the nearly pointed tip of her tongue into the baby-like opening of his cock-head, causing him to jerk spasmodically, his powerful young frame shuddering from the contact.
"Christ!" he cursed, thrusting his strong young loins obscenely forward. "You hold it, and take it in your mouth! Suck it for awhile so I can see!"
Pete watched in sensual fascination her small, white hand easing up to lewdly curl part-way around his thickly swollen hardness, feverish bursts of young, bottled-up lust slashing through him like hot bladed razors when he at last saw her lush lip-glossed mouth open and slip widely over the huge, mushroom shaped tip of his wetly throbbing cock head. A knee-jelling quake rocked him from head to toe as her sweet feminine tongue began to caressingly tease and twirl around it ... and then her other hot little hand was weighing, cupping his heavily tingling balls between his spread legs, while her liquid heated mouth and soft ovaled lips began to work back and forth! Oh shit! There it was ... the beautiful Mrs. Watson was sucking him ... him, Pete Henderson ... taking his overgrown cock right up into her beautiful spit-warmed mouth, so beautiful and sexy. Just the way he had pictured it!
Carol couldn't contain the moans of delight rising passionately from deep inside her and humming out along the fused veined rod of his hardened cock she was sucking deep into her mouth toward her throat. She felt the sensuous secretions seeping wetly from her smoldering vagina to dribble between her hot, blood-swollen cunt-lips, saturating the bed covering beneath where she sat. If he weren't standing between her widely spread thighs, she could squeeze them together and deliciously pinch the tiny bud of her clitoris with those sensitive, hair-lined pussy lips ... but he was ...!
"W-Wait! Wait! Christ, that's enough of that for a minute!" she heard his command. "Now, lay back and hold your legs up! I want to look at your cunt, Mrs. Watson! I'm going to open it way up wide and look right up inside it like Danny said you let him do! Hold 'em up and back ... open wide!"
Once again the lewd little sensations of servile lust danced over Carol's nakedly displayed body in a torrent of mind-destroying subjugation. And, with tiny goose bumps covering her skin from the obscene excitement of showing him her cunt like this, she did exactly as he ordered, drawing her smoothly tapered legs back up as far as she could and spread them wide so that thin hair-fringed lips of her vagina and her upturned buttocks and anal crevice were completely vulnerable to his intensely watching young eyes. Unprecedented sensations of blinding salacity raked over the tingling nerve ends of her nakedly displayed body as she lay obscenely sprawled open for him in the most debauched of positions. She couldn't help but think what a lustfully arousing sight she made for him with her long tanned legs so luridly drawn up and yawning openly to present to him her feverishly moistened cunt mouth. She could feel the cool brush of air caressing the tiny lips of her anus between her lasciviously spread thighs and clenched it inward with her inner muscles to further excite him.
God, whatever it was that had so totally possessed and overcome her, she no longer wanted to know. Only these deliciously abandoned obscenities mattered, and the ultimate pleasures they would bring her ...!
Pete dropped to his knees, leaning forward between her held-back, upraised legs and full, widespread thighs. Christ! He could see her tiny, pink asshole all puckered and invitingly clenching, perfectly centered in the smooth, secret crevice between the satiny moons of her taut, white buttocks. And above, maybe an inch away, began the thin, moistened ribbon of pink inner flesh dividing the almost kissing, curl-fringed lips of her fleecy cunt in all its wonder! With hot, rasping breaths, the teenager feasted on the glistening, tight delicacy, his large youthful hands moving forward.
With thumbs which caused her to lurch when they touched the heat of her naked cunt, Pete breathlessly parted the pinkly clinging folds of outer flesh, his eyes at the same time gaping at the child-like, recessed hold of her dimpled anus, watching its tiny ovaled lips working like a baby's mouth beneath his teasing cuntal exploration. Then ... he saw it ... her cunt-hole, a thin little ribbon of sensuous moisture glossing it as he quickly spread it apart to find her tiny, glimmering clitoris erectly quivering above it in the softly curling forest of her pussy hair.
His young brain reeled with the raciness of the sensual sight. Fuck, he was going to blow his cookies if he didn't do something to let off this crazy, wild pressure mounting in his aching cock and balls soon. Should he fuck her? No, another time he'd do that! He'd never been sucked off before, and this was the chance of a lifetime ... just like he had planned. Yeah ... it was time for her to swallow his cum!
Carol lay willingly in her obscene position, her nakedly trembling body an absolute sensual mystery to her, completely unaware that she was reveling in her helplessness. Her brain was sinking lower and lower into the hellish flames of masochistic heat that this young boy's lustful enslavement of her was firing ... And she never wanted it to stop! Uncontrollably, she moaned out in soul-consuming passion at his youthful handling and fingering of her defenselessly exposed cunt ...!
Then, abruptly, he bolted to his feet and clambered onto the bed around her, throwing himself onto his back and spreading his strong legs wide apart. "Come on! Get up here between my legs on your knees and suck me off, Mrs. Watson!" he demanded, his thick, young voice still acrid and brittle in its authority. "Hurry up! I want to watch you ... see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock and your head bobbing up and down on it! Hurry, do it now, dammit!"
In her desire-inflamed haze, Carol quickly got onto her knees and crawled between his open young legs, feeling the full weight of her hanging breasts erotically rippling and swaying with her movements, her long tresses grazing his muscular thighs and stomach as she positioned her face above them. There was no revulsion inside her for the oral performance he was demanding of her. It was the very wanton act she had been hungrily awaiting, and for a moment, fearfully thought he was going to deny her. Eagerly, she stared down at his long, ceiling pointed thickness of towering young cock, then clasped it between finger and thumb at the hairy base of its broadening root. Never hesitating, she drew down its heavy foreskin and plunged her widely ovaled lips down over the moistened rubbery head, locking them in a tight little pressured suction just below its rim while her tongue began to excitedly lash and swirl around it!
Pete's loins jerked uncontrollably upward in a wild heaving motion as he grunted to the intensive sensations her hot, nursing mouth sent raging through him. "Oh ... ooohhhh shit!" he groaned, his eyes riveted in desire-glazed captivation on the sight of her ripely moistened lips ovaly absorbing His thick cock and beginning to slide hungrily up and down the full hardened length of it. Oh Christ, she was some wonderful little bitch. He couldn't wait to fuck her! She couldn't stop him! He'd fuck her in the cunt, in the ass, in that beautiful mouth! He could have her anytime he wanted now! He could come over now and fuck her anytime he could find Mr. Watson out of the house. This was the most unbelievable, happiest day of his life ... all thanks to Danny Bell. Maybe he and Danny could have a party with her ... fuck her both at the same time! Shit, maybe they could do that on the camping trip!
Pete hardly noticed when the bed suddenly jerked heavily to one side, but the mild distraction caused him to glance in the direction of the abrupt additional movement. For a long moment he stared straight into the face of his massive German Shepherd before it registered on his lust-soaked brain what the animal was doing. And then, in his own way, Jethro made it quite clear what he wanted ...!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol, kneeling between the boy's legs with her naked buttocks raised high in the air behind her, actually felt the hot breath against the feverishly tingling lips of her passion-drenched cunt before she realized what was happening and linked the unexpected presence to the heavy pressure she'd felt on the bed behind her only seconds before! MY GOD, WHAT ... WHO WAS THAT...?
Suddenly, she heard a low rumbling growl and her heart seemed to stop. She felt something cold and wet back up between her lewdly splayed buttocks ... and, it moved ... My God, it was alive and actually moved up and down the open crevice of her back between her naked ass-cheeks. Her blood froze, her heart stopped ... she cringed and tried to jerk erect, but Pete's powerful hands clutched at her head to imprison her with his huge young cock shoved deep up into her mouth! Suddenly, an unmistakable, searing tongue which caught part of her smoldering cunt and the entire length of the hairless opening separating her defenseless buttocks made her freeze in muscle-tensing immobility! Unable to move from Pete's powerful entrapping grip, she waited in a mixture of half-crazed lust and mounting fear until she felt it again ... felt the hot, wet flesh curlingly graze over the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed ass hole ... felt again and again, it lash out, ever sweeping and licking between her opened buttocks, and finally feeling it work down toward the burning mouth of her sensually prickling pussy! Dear God, there was no longer any question! It had to be the boy's dog, Jethro! Oooohhh ... why didn't Pete stop him...?
Pete caught the full picture from where he was lying. At first he thought it was just his wild frenzied state. He propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at disbelief at the sight before him ... Christ, the goddamned brute was licking her cunt as if she were a bitch dog! His hotly licking tongue was paralyzing her, and right when his own balls were working toward the bursting point, too! Now, she just hung over him with her mouth stuffed full of his throbbing, hard prick ... paralyzed, her eyes glazed. He heard Jethro's instinctive whimper and watched him snake out again and again with his long length of hotly dripping animal-tongue. It lapped eagerly over the entire area of her naked, hair-fringed loins, from the tightly clenched little circle of her asshole downward between the fleshy lips of her quivering, pink cunt, finally reaching the tip of the puffy mound where it moistly penetrated to flick against her tiny, trembling clitoris!
She chokingly whimpered around his thrusting hardness as over and over the giant dog repeated his assault, his long, wet tongue knifing through her raw, pink cunt-flesh with claiming savagery. My God, it was spreading her open in the tenderest parts, until she began to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, her own feverishly wet mouth beginning once more to nurse his aching cock!
Then, to Pete's amazement, Jethro mounted her, his strong, furry body crowding in between her helplessly spread ass-cheeks! His warning growl filled the room, his powerful forelegs clutching at her rounded white hips, while she moaned out in helplessly confused passion! Excitedly, Pete gaped at the glistening, scarlet cock the beast let slip from its long, fleshy sheath, the length and thickness of astounding him. My God, it was bigger than his own when the goddamned mutt let it out all the way, and it was dripping freely with its tapered point and jerking and dancing as he hunched in closer to her, trying to bury the reddish, lean tip deep up in her unprotected fuck-hole! Goddamn, he was really going to do it ... actually going to fuck her ... if he could ever find that tight little cunt-mouth!
"Reach back under your tits and help him!" Pete lustfully rasped. "Help him get his cock into you, Mrs. Watson! I want to see him fuck you! Do it, damn you ... help him!"
The blinding desire filling Carol's sensuously impassioned nakedness was not adverse to even the foul depravity of bestiality at that moment. Nothing was too obscene or debase for her if it would trigger the ecstatic release she must reach before she went out of her mind! Oh God ... yes ... yes ... she wanted to be fucked by anyone or anything while she sucked this huge, boy-cock to its culmination, and just the abominable thought of her lover being an animal only added to the masochistic desire that had totally bewitched her.
She felt the strong gripping of his paws at her soft hips, and the wet tip of something hot and hard probing back up between her smooth, trembling thighs, as if it were searching for her now unbearably in her seething vaginal mouth. With an unrestrained moan, she began to move the twin mounds of her lewdly displayed buttocks around in tiny little searching circles, attempting to capture the wetly seeking hardness, while the salacity of her wanton actions continued to build the erotic tension within her belly to a near-unbearable peak. God, she wanted it, she urgently reasoned, had to have it fucking her deep up inside her hotly aroused belly now. Reaching frantically down through the arch that her loins and white thighs formed, she grasped the dangling spear of lust-hardened animal flesh, and guided its heated tip toward the mouth of her fervidly wanting cunt!
Immediately, Jethro thrust forward on his hind legs, spreading open her wetly receptive fuck-channel with a breathtaking plunge. Wider and wider her hungrily absorbing cunt passage expanded before the relentlessly plowing animal-cock, as within that second he whimperingly buried it in her up to the hilt, deep up into the squirming pink hole between her uncontrollably quaking thighs!
"Aaaauuuugghhh!" Carol grunted gutturally around the hardened thickness of Pete's mouth-filling cock. "Uuuunnhh ... uuunn!"
UUUHHHH ... UUUNNHHH...!"
"Christ!" the big teenage boy swore, staring in lurid fascination as the long, cone-shaped dog-cock slithered into her with a lewd charge until it was entirely buried up between her widespread legs, the heavily humping animal's sperm-bloated balls slapping wetly down against the naked pink flesh of her flowering pussy slit below. And as she continued to circle her hotly swirling tongue uncontrollably around the hardness of his own rigid cock filling her grotesquely sucking mouth, Jethro began to unceasingly fuck up into her cunt from behind, her soft, satiny flesh ripping like wavelets over her smooth white curves with his every ass flattering thrust forward!
At first to Carol, it felt as if a heavy, all-impaling log had been rammed up into the center of her body, searing and splitting wide the soft sensitive walls of her vagina with the abrupt agony of its unbelievable hugeness. But, as the massive dog kept up the smooth, rhythmic inward strokes with a rapid, unrelenting cadence, there was hardly time to dwell on the pain, only the fulfilling pleasure it was soon to bring her. In unprecedented passion, she began to respond rhythmically back to meet her animal lover's pantingly, superb thrusts into her hotly steaming cunt. She felt his forelegs clinging to her satin-smooth, white hips like furry arms, and she wantonly undulated her naked body, rotating the resilient mounds of her buttocks back at him in tiny lascivious circles, giving herself fully to the obscenely erotic delight of the luscious fucking that the huge animal was ferociously giving her from behind.
In her warped desire, she wished there was someway she could watch his beautiful, pleasure-bringing cock fucking so beautifully up inside her hotly clasping pussy-hole, but she could only mentally visualize the forbidden spectacle. Yet, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling was enough to transmit overwhelmingly depraved delight to the very nerve-endings of her nakedly inflamed flesh. She ground her salaciously yielding buttocks back hard against her animal-lover's hairy, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building more intensely now back in the widespread crevice between her ass-cheeks. At the same time, the mounting pressure in her womb signaled that something extraordinary was soon going to happen deep up inside her desperately churning belly.
As if deprived, she tasted and sucked at the ever-expanding cock in her mouth, the delicious thought of it ejaculating, squirting its white, thick sperm deep into her throat, drove her wild with anticipation. Oh God, how she had to have it! Yes, God yes! She wanted it to shoot and fill her mouth so that she could swallow it right down into her obscenely hungering belly! Their boy-jism that she lived for now! Yes ... yes ... yes ...!
Pete Henderson had already figured that much for himself. He gaped with wide-staring eyes at the voluptuous redhead's lewdly contorted mouth clasping greedily around the heavily pulsating cock he was fucking excitedly up into her face. The thin, tensile oval of her moistened lips clung to it as though she feared he might suddenly jerk it away from her. His teenaged brain swam in peaking frenzy, while he fucked her wildly into her openly accepting mouth and watched with bulging-eyed wonder her passion-twisted face. She was sucking and licking his aching cock as if it were some new wonder she could never get enough of. She'd taken both small hands to cup and squeeze his cum-bloated balls, and he could see a small portion of his escaped semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth in thin, tiny white rivulets. Fuck, she was delighting in the idea of sucking him off while Jethro fucked into her hot little cunt hole from behind, a masochistic gleam lighting her desire-glazed eyes as she hungrily slaved over him!
Oh fuck, the guys would never believe him if he tried to tell the story just as it was happening! Who the hell would ... that while she wildly sucked his prick, his goddamned German shepherd was fucking it to her from behind...? Shit, they'd laugh at him and tell him he'd been beating it off too much, that if he didn't knock it off he was going to wind up in the nut house or something! And ... and maybe he would if he didn't blow his nuts damned soon! But they could say any fucking thing, or think any fucking thought they liked, because he knew it was actually happening!
Jesus Christ, there was no doubt about the vicious look Jethro's eyes had taken on as he instinctively bared his teeth, his tongue loosely hanging from his mouth, letting drops of warm, liquid thin saliva drip-from it onto the hollow of her back ... no fucking doubt that those dark brown eyes of his were staring at him in an almost jealous rage! Nor was there any doubt that he was humping his massive dog-cock into the spread open pink crevice of her wet little fuckhole like a pile-driver. Jesus Christ, he was fairly smashing his powerful body up against the lewdly displayed moons of her ass-cheeks and driving her forward and down onto his own throbbing prick until he wondered why it didn't choke her!
Instead, she was sucking on it like a fucking whore, his long, thick, pummeling hardness seeming to disappear in a sensual fusion of her face and his hairy young groin. Damn, it was happening all right, he knew, ramming upward with hollowing buttocks, driving it far up into her mouth and throat. Christ, his pubic hair was brushing at the tip of her nose, while his cum-inflated balls in her small, warm hands ached in a swollen build-up of tremendous pressure!
She was going crazy on the end of his cock, increasing her unbelievable sucking until he thought his balls might turn inside out! Great swirls of heat were building in their intricate depths as he watched her passion warped face working voraciously over his sweating loins. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he pictured them snapping from the pressure as he arched his hips upward off the bed, shoving his aching hardness even further up between the hot wetness of her lush, red-rimmed lips. He gaped at the pink ridges of flesh pulling out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thickly thrusting cock as she bobbed her head up and down and ground her beautiful, rounded ass back at the dog like a cock-crazy female!
Fuck, it was time! He was going to blow his wad! Strangled sounds forced their way up from somewhere deep in his young chest! Just a few more seconds ... that's all ...!
Carol wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his boy-cum and feel it running down her throat like the others! That was it ... the whole ultimate goal ... their hot youthful nectar shooting into her mouth and filling her belly to bring her a wildly intoxicating rapture...! She sensed if then, swelling convulsively, a charge of breathless anticipation excitedly racing through her as she began to insanely suck his suddenly quickly ballooning young cockhead.
"Oooohhh ... oohhh fuck! Now ... now! Suck it hard ... I-I'm cummmmmiiiinnnngggg!" Pete gasped and cursed. He began to furiously writhe his hips while he watched her lovely face working, her lips nursing, his cock soaring harder from the needle-like stream of hot, white sperm rushing the full length of it!
It burst, and Carol vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities as his young, jerking penis gushed forth hot, thick jets of the pungently sweet liquid to flood her mouth and throat. Her lovely white cheeks ballooned and contracted before him as she swallowed in : desperate noisy gulps, fastening her lush lips tightly around the lewdly spasming organ and sucking furiously. His massive teenaged load continued to squirt on and on into her and his big hands clutched at her head to pull her harder onto it.
The ecstasy of it was greater than ever before, and at the first hot, piquant taste of his boy-sperm, her own long sought climax was triggered. Eagerly, she thrust her naked buttocks back at her panting animal-lover to get the full benefit of the awesomely expanding cock buffeting deep up into her passion inflamed cuntal passage. Every muscle in her naked body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of hot, sensual rapture spasm through her screaming loins and belly. She frantically gulped and sucked at the squirting cock thrust half down her throat, while her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist! Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness and she gurgled a wailing moan when her convulsing body unleashed in the earth-shattering moment she'd been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion in the entire universe, only ' the unbelievable bliss of her insanely dynamic orgasm as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every straining ' muscle and cord she possessed. Then, Jethro began spewing his reservoir of wild, animal sperm far up into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly in one long, hot squirt, as if he were pissing into her, and again she climaxed, groaning and slamming her nakedly upthrust buttocks frenziedly back onto the heavily hosing dog-cock ...!
At last ... it was over, and she felt Pete trying to move from beneath her collapsed body, while she still ravenously clung to his deflating cock in her hungrily nibbling mouth. Unconsciously, she struggled to keep possession of it, until he was actually forcing her off of him. He finally gave her one big push and she rolled onto her back. He quickly got up from the bed, gaping in disbelief down at her.
"Shit ... you're some crazy fucking woman!" Pete gasped, staring at the thin white strings of his cum running from her sperm coated lips down to the point of her small chin. He reached for his clothes and started to quickly dress. "You ought to hang out a shingle!"
Carol's spent brain reeled in the. throes of her series of exhausting climaxes, his words making little sense to her. Then, Jethro came up to lick her cheek and she affectionately petted the animal's huge head, remembering the fulfilling moments of delicious rapture he had just brought her.
"Come on, Jethro, let's get out of here!" Pete commanded the dog. He was dressed now and moving toward the bedroom door. He turned to stare once more at the breathtaking, naked white curves of his boss' red-headed wife still sprawled in lewd voluptuousness on the bed, his limp cock giving a hurtful lurch at the lust-infusing sight. "Yeah, shit ... you're some crazy cunt, Mrs. Watson ... no wonder all those kids call you, Mama!"
"Please ... please go now!" Carol managed, coming to her senses enough to pull the satin sheet over her shamed, revealing nakedness. "You got what you came for ... now get out!"
Pete sneered. "Oh, I'll go, lady ... but we'll get together again soon. Only next time, I'll just bring along a few friends to join us, eh? That ought to make for your kind of party...."
"Oh God," she moaned, then coming to her senses, she raised herself to her elbows, staring at his obscene, one-sided grin, and spat, "get out and don't you dare ever come back here again, Pete Henderson!"
"Now, is that any way to talk to a camp leader, I ask you? Especially one whose cock you just sucked off while his dog fucked hell out of you from behind!" Pete threw back at her, his big frame filling the open doorway.
"Oh ... oh dear God!" Carol despairingly moaned, tears brimming into her eyes to spill over and trickle down her soft cheeks.
"Bye, bye, Mrs. Watson," he teased, "'till next time...." His lecherous laughter ringing and vibrating along the hallway wall, the whole house seeming to shake and laugh with him. She covered her ears with her hands and buried her face into the pillow trying to drown out the noise and the shameful demon that was sweeping through her. Then the front door slammed, leaving a deadly-almost heavy silence and she was left more totally alone than she had had ever felt in her whole life.
Dear God ... what is happening to me ... I'm beginning to love it ... and God! God! I can't get enough of their virile young sweetness ... I'd ... I'd even like two of them fucking me at once!!!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on, Jack ... you got time for one more!" big Mike Henderson effectively persuaded his friend, handing him a can of beer and settling back down on the comfortably worn couch in his living room.
"Yeah, I guess I always got time for one more...." Jack Bell answered, accepting the beer and grinning up at his friend. "Ellen doesn't even know I'm back in from Ft. Worth yet, so she can't bitch about dinner gettin' cold. Just thought I'd stop off at your place first to let you know I was back on time to go up to the lake tomorrow."
"I was kind of worried you might not make it back in time," Mike said with a sly grin.
"No way, man! I'm not messin' around up there anymore ... not since we've had our neat little arrangement right here at home. I'm telling you, Mike, I think our swap deal has really saved my marriage," Jack confided, swigging on his beer.
"I know what you mean," Mike agreed.
"I never did feel right about fooling around on my Betty, but a man's got to have some variety in his diet ... and from what the girls say, so does a woman!"
"Too bad old Bob Henderson don't see it that way," Jack offered. "I just happened to see him up in Ft. Worth having a fine time with some little blonde dolly. Sort of scared him too, he made a point of telling me that he was supposed to be in Oklahoma on some horse deal. But for the life of me, I can't see why he needs anything more than that little piece he's got! Man! What I wouldn't give to get some of that action!
"You and every other guy in this town!" Mike said, his eyes sparkling as her luscious body crossed his mind. "But I guess the book just don't match the cover. She's a sexy looking little number all right, but I've made several passes and she comes on funny ... sort of a prick tease I reckon...."
"Yeah," Jack agreed. "You just don't know how to take her...."
"I'd take her any way I could!" Mike interrupted, and both men laughed. They had been trying for some time to persuade their friend Bob Watson to join their swap club, but to no avail, Bob insisting Carol would be totally adverse to the idea. Although he had not revealed any intimate details of their sexual , relationship, the two men simply assumed he was keeping a good thing to himself. The discovery that Bob was involved with an outside affair was a surprise to both men, Mike
. especially, who began to think of a new approach to the Watsons. A trace of a grin began to tug at his rugged features as he considered the new idea formulating in his brain.
"You know, the kids are going up to the lake this weekend, too, from what I understand," he mused, scratching his chin as a plan began to take shape.
"Not with us, I hope," Jack said, looking forward to a weekend away from family pressures. Along with everything the two men shared in their lives, including their wives, one of the greatest bonds of their friendship was their mutual love of the outdoors.
"No, with Carol Watson, as a matter-of-fact. Seems Bob had set up a special outing for the kids in their camp and then had to go see a man about a horse!" Mike said, breaking into a thunderous laugh.
Jack Bell slowly was getting the gist of what his friend had in mind. "And you were thinking maybe we should stop by their camp to see how they're making out ... sort of like the concerned fathers we are ... right?"
"Right! Nothing more than that. Who knows, she might react a little differently if someone accidentally let it slip that her old man was seen in the company of a hot little number in Ft. Worth. She might even want to sort of get back at him, you know what I mean?"
Jack Bell's grin broadened. The idea heatedly intrigued him. Shit, he'd give a couple of weeks' pay to get at that doll himself, but he wasn't going to build any hopes on something coming out of it. Not with the kids there, that was for sure, but maybe they could have a drink together, play her back and forth between them and see how receptive she was to a little something in the future. It seemed a little underhanded to tell her about Bob and the Ft. Worth dolly, but if she would agree to the swap route, he probably wouldn't do those things. Hell, look what it did for his own marriage, and Mike's. Yeah ... that would be the way to approach her, tell her she has a problem and then give her the solution! Jack shrugged, "Can't be too much wrong in that," he said, finding cigarettes and lighting one. "We'd just be checking to see everything's okay ... and if we can help her save her marriage to boot, so much the better!"
"You got the picture!" Mike Henderson said, warmly clapping his friend between the shoulder blades, his eyes merrily twinkling.
"Right," Jack agreed. "You know, Mike, I think I got time for maybe just one more," he said, feeling good and grinning at his friend.
* * *
At the same time, fifty seven miles away, Bob Watson sat in a dimly lit tavern on the Jacksboro highway outside Ft. Worth and ordered another beer. The handsome, grey-eyed young man wanted nothing except privacy to think this evening. He decided he'd chosen the right place. A juke-box whined out country music and a pair of rolled-up shirt-sleeved burly men wearing hard, construction hats played a limited game of pool on a special, small table in the corner of the room. There were no females. Bob sighed and gulped at the cold froth of his beer.
What the hell was he doing, for Christ's sake! The last thing in the world that he wanted was to hurt Carol! The truth was that he loved her so much that it did hurt! But ... Yeah! That was it, all the buts! She was beautiful in every way, all that a man could possibly want in a woman, yet ... Ever since he had met Maggie, he had been feeling guilty about the clandestine affair. He surprised himself by his own adeptness at arranging meetings here, making up seemingly valid reasons to be away for a day, an afternoon. With Maggie it was pure, unadulterated sex, the kind of lovemaking that made the sexual experiences he shared with his wife, the woman he loved, the only woman he would ever love, bland and almost dull. Maybe Jack and Mike were right, maybe if he and Carol joined in on their wife swapping arrangement it would somehow help matters, though Bob couldn't see how. Carol just wasn't like that, she would never agree. However, he thought wistfully, it sure had kept old Jack at home with Betty. Damn! That was another problem, he had been seen! He really didn't think his friend Jack would tell Carol that he had seen Bob in Ft. Worth with Maggie, but if it ever got back to her it would kill her! Maybe he ought to just admit to the whole thing, tell her himself, and somehow they could work it out.
Well, he promised himself, one way or the other this was going to be it. He felt terrible about leaving Carol with that whole camp operation alone, but the idea of Maggie and her wild, crazy sex ... it was just too good to pass up. Just the thought of the way she sucked him off was enough to set him reeling right here at the bar!
No matter, he told himself, nothing was worth the guilt he was feeling right now. If he had to, he would tell her ... they would be able to work things out, they had the rest of their lives, he'd make it up to her. He'd do that as soon as he got home.
Bob Watson finished his beer and stepped out into the warm Texas night. He was excited about seeing Maggie now that had made up his mind. This would be their last night together, and it was damn sure going to be a good one!
* * *
In a small neighborhood park, two boys and a German Shepherd dog lay sprawled on the cool grass exchanging a low-voiced, if sometimes heated, conversation. "I swear it, Danny ... she sucked me off while Jethro fucked her from behind! Shit! I never saw anything like it! She was right out of her mind!"
Danny had no trouble believing it after what she had done to him earlier in the week. The only problem he was having was whether or not to agree to his friend Pete's plan to do it again so they could watch each other fuck her while they took turns. Danny felt frightened at the idea at first, but then as Pete talked about his encounter, giving and reliving every sordid detail, Danny felt himself looking forward to experiencing again the incredible feelings she had given him that afternoon.
"What if she just gets mad and tells us to leave?" Danny questioned the older boy.
"She won't, man! That's what I keep trying to tell you!" Pete said impatiently to his friend. "With the two of us, there won't be any problem. We can give her a little of that bourbon Ken Mitchell bought for us and once she gets going there won't be any stopping her. We'll be begging her to get off our cocks!"
Danny had to admit that the idea sounded like it would work. So what if she did get mad, Pete was right, there was nothing she could do about it. Danny was grateful for having a friend like Pete. Here he had spent the last few days scared and worried about what had happened with Mama Carol, and like Pete said, she was the one who should worry, not him ... after all, he was just an innocent little kid!
"Y-You think she'll come across and let us watch each other fuck her, Pete?" Danny asked, licking wetly at his young lips and pulling at the front of his jeans.
"We won't give her any choice, man," Pete replied, his grin broadening. "I mean, what else can she do? We got her right where we want her and she knows it. If she tries to fink out we advertise that she sucked our cocks while her old man was away ... Now what the hell is she going to do ... I ask you?"
"Jeez!" Danny said under his breath. "Right!" Pete said with a little snicker. "You got the idea, man!"
CHAPTER NINE
Dressed in faded denims and jacket she'd skillfully reproduced for herself out of several old pairs of Bob's jeans, Carol sat in the front seat of the truck with Nevin Busch, the local high school teacher who had volunteered his time for the trip. The boys and their gear sat in the back of the truck, their voices raised in song as they drove deeper into the mountains. Occasionally, Carol and Nevin Busch would add to the chorus of the song.
She was pleased that it had all worked out so well. The day had turned out to be a beautiful, late summer spectacular, and even Pete Henderson had added to its splendor by acting the perfect young gentleman around her. That, she supposed, had been one of her main worries ... wondering if he would openly show signs of their sexual liaison, but he had not, nor had Danny Bell been anything but a little gem. Instead, Pete had taken almost complete command for her, using Danny as his sole assistant. She was pleased now that she had decided to carry through with it, and convinced that it would all turn out well. That if they were going to hide it so well, there was no reason whatever for her not to take advantage of their being off in the woods alone ... of course ... she would have to let the little darlings think it was all of their own doing and that they were raping her or something....
"You know, this is a great, fantastic, job you're doing with these kids, Mrs. Watson," Nevin Busch, a graying haired, tall and slender man complimented. "Phyllis ... that is, Mrs. Busch, and I were talking about it over breakfast this morning. If only there were more young couples like you and Bob willing to devote time to these boys, I doubt that we'd have half the youth problems. But everyone's in such a hustle, trying to make a dollar, and with no time for his neighbor, say nothing of his neighbor's kids. That's what I told my brother-in-law when I asked to borrow this truck. I said, Roger, you got two boys of your own. Why don't you enroll them in Bob Watson's camp and help keep them off the streets? And you know what? He looked at me as though I had rocks in my head. Damn, man, he said! I don't have time to mollycoddle those boys! I got a living to make! How soon will you have this truck back?"
The older man shook his head and sighed. Carol smiled at him. She said: "It was kind of him to lend us the truck, Mr. Busch ... and of you to take the time to drive us up here."
"Well, that's the very least we can do," he said with sincerity. "I just wish we could do more for you...."
And at the campsite, everything seemed to go like clockwork, with Pete calling out the order to the boys and then, they in turn acting like regular little soldiers. Long before sundown, all of their tents were erected, their bedrolls and sleeping bags made up, and every last one of them ready to stand retreat. After Carol had toured the tents of the younger ones to make sure their beds were properly prepared and comfortable, she had made Pete and Danny move their tent over by her cabin which was a little distance from the others to make things a little easier for them to get at her. She had a plan fomenting in her mind, a plan whereby she would be able to enjoy both their delectable young bodies at the same time. She could suck Danny and turn Pete on from watching so badly he would cum as he never had before ... and it would all be for her to enjoy alone!
While the boys handled the post-meal KP, she had gone to her cabin and unpacked her own few things, satisfying herself that the small, one-room affair was going to be quite adequate for the plan she had in mind. She had called Pete over from his chores and made certain he had gotten a good look at the bra and panties in her pack. Then, after he'd gone, she'd poured herself a measure of brandy, diluting it with one of the thermoses of coffee she had brought, savoring it to the last drop before making a second. That gone, she went outside to join her wards around the campfire they had built, feeling very much a part of the festivities and happy that she'd come as she added her rich voice in song after song ... until it was time to bed down, as Pete put it.
Pete had brought his guitar and promptly at ten o'clock strummed softly, "Good Night, Ladies". Accordingly, Carol remembered to snap on her lights and finish undressing in the light by the window facing the boy's tent. She did it slowly, provocatively, not realizing at that moment that the boys already had plans of their own. She left on her panties and bra to allow them the thrill of removing them and crawled beneath the welcomed blanket before reaching for the strong nightcap she'd made for herself. The melodious, lonesome sound of the guitar in its last bars drifted across the darkness through her opened window as she lay there completely relaxed for the first time since yesterday. Yes, she would be able to sleep, she thought, after the boys had come to 'rape' her and she had goaded them into fucking her half-crazy with their virile young cocks. Her feigned resistance should do the job well. They would never know that Mama Carol was actually raping them!
* * *
The two boys had watched wide-eyed as Mama Carol had stripped almost naked before their hungrily devouring eyes, and it was with a great reluctance that they retired to their tent to build up their courage before carrying out their plan.
"Come on, Pete, aren't you going to drink any more?" Danny Rell whispered across to him in the tent after they had been drinking for about fifteen minutes so Mama Carol could get a little woozy from sleep. He wiped the back of his mouth and held the bottle out, his young face twisted in a grimace from the burning, raw liquor.
"What do you mean, man? I've already drank three times more than you," Pete lied, watching the young infused expression of his friend in the lowered light of the gas lantern reflecting the bourbon-glowing face. He, Pete, didn't intend to get swacked. That was going to be the whole kick of it for him. Getting Danny as high as a kite and turning him loose on his unsuspecting camp boss's wife while he sat back and watched him fuck her. Then, after Danny was through, he'd fuck her ... fuck the crap right out of her...! Yeah, maybe he'd even ass-fuck her! Christ, that'd be something, blowing his wad deep up inside the tight little hole of that beautiful white ass of hers like he'd heard his Dad tell about doing it to whores in Ft. Worth.
"Pass it to me," Pete hissed at Danny, the last thought causing his cock to press against his jeans anxiously.
Danny watched in envy the way the older boy took a strong pull at the bottle. It didn't leave him breathless nor did it cause his face to wince as it did h is own. Pete sensed his envy and smiled at him wryly.
"Here, Danny," Pete said, offering him the half-filled bottle.
"Naw, I've had enough," Danny Bell, his eyes glazingly reeling, replied. "Look ... Pete ... I don't think I'm going with you ... I had mine with her the other night...."
"To hell you ain't!" Pete snapped. "No chickening on this deal, Danny boy. We're going together and we're getting a piece of that bitch! Besides, it may take one of us to hold her and keep her quiet in the beginning, until we get her started. We don't want her to wake up the whole camp squealing or something, do we?"
"Besides, Danny," Pete quickly added. "Come on, be a pal, be a friend, this is what friends are for. And remember too that look we just got at her gorgeous big tits through that window. Man, she's ready for us and hot to fuck!"
Danny didn't answer, just swallowed tightly as Pete grinned one-sidedly at him. Then, he said, before Danny changed his mind: "Okay, what do you say? Let's go play sexy games with Mrs. Carol Watson!"
There was no spoken answer, only a meager nod of liquor-influenced young head. With a broadening grin, Pete Henderson extinguished the lantern and led the way outside the tent, crawling on his knees, Danny Bell following him in silence....
* * *
Carol had drifted off in a light sleep while waiting for the two boys to build up their courage and a dream had awakened her ... a sensually arousing dream in which she was actually raping a faceless young boy, forcing him to tearfully submit to her lecherous sucking of his hard, teenage young penis while she hungrily slavered over him. She quickly rolled onto her back, sensing the familiar tingling sensations in her belly and the wetness that had seeped from between her vaginal lips to dampen the wispy nylon strip of her panties between her legs.
God, she was excited; they had to come ... just had to come to her tonight. At the thought, she couldn't resist tensing her long calves and thighs to increase the erotic juices churning in her soft belly and awakened loins, at the same time smoothing her small, warm hand down over the satin-like skin of her tummy toward the fleecy, nylon covered mound at its base. Further sensations of incited delight rippled narcisstically through her at the caressing feel of her own hand. Just as she was starting to drift into that familiar erotic trance, she was suddenly pummeled out of it by a noise that caused her to bolt upright in bed and listen into the silence of the night.
She had heard something ... something like moving ... or breathing. There ... there it was again. Right outside her cabin window ... breathing...! Probably only an animal ... But no! That sound was definitely the latch on the door! Y-Yes God ... they were trying to get in ...!
Frantically, hoping against hope that she wasn't wrong, Carol picked up the flashlight and focused it on the door. "W-Who is it...? Who is there?" she called out in a tight, almost choking voice.
"It's ... it's me, Mama Carol ... Danny Bell." His young tones came through the barrier to her. "One of the younger boys is sick ... I think you better come and look at him...." Carol gave off a brief sigh of immediate relief as she swung from the bed, picking up her robe to slip into, the boys had arrived and bless their little hearts, had thought up a beautiful little excuse to get her to open the door ... if they only knew how afraid I've been that they came! she thought with a small smile. Now I've got to play my part well, so the little darlings will get so excited they'll fuck me crazy!!
The boys moved in on her the moment she unbarred the door, before she had even a chance to speak ... two young shadows swept quickly into the small room to clutch at her, covering her mouth and picking her up bodily to carry her to the bed. Then, as she stared excitedly through the darkness, her flashlight having been knocked from her hand, she heard Pete Henderson's voice and saw the familiar silhouette of his face against the moonlight of the opened window.
"Don't get upset, Mrs. Watson," he hissed down at her while strong young hands held her pinned to the bed and one continued to cover her mouth. "It's just Danny and me ... and, we come to pay you a little fuck-visit like I promised, eh?"
She smelled the alcohol on his breath at the same time as the lewd, four-letter word he'd spat out registered erotically in her brain, and she lay there as though petrified by their actions.
"Okay, Danny boy, light the gas lantern and keep it down," the big teenager ordered in a low voice. "We don't want to attract any of the other guys who might be up taking a piss or something. That right, Mrs. Watson? We just want to keep this one intimate little orgy, eh?"
Then, by the dim, illuminating light, Carol saw her attackers first hand, mentally identifying their teenaged, lust-incited faces by name as she lay voluntarily imprisoned beneath the strength of their strong hands. It was Danny Bell that covered her mouth and held one arm, while he pinioned the other down with his leg. And Pete Henderson lay across her legs playing with the soft mound under her silken panties that she had been stroking to slippery wetness just a few moments before.
"Now, if you promise to be good, lady, and just cooperate like you did before with me, Danny'll take his hand away from your pretty mouth," Pete said, suddenly pulling his T-shirt over his head and unfastening the belt holding up his jeans. "Of course, if you don't, like I told you last time, you're going to get it anyway ... only this time, you're going to have another to take care of."
The hotly building sensation already gripping at Carol's entrails grew more intense as she watched the kinky-haired, overgrown Pete Henderson push his swollen shorts down from his hips until the long, thick hardness of his huge young cock thrust lewdly out from his naked, hairy loins like a poling wagon tongue. She heard the tight, sniggering sound from Danny as he, too, watched his obvious leader's unhesitant stripping before her, while her awe-stricken eyes locked uncontrollably on the familiar sight of his jerking, upthrust penis.
"Well, Mrs. Watson...? What do you say? You going to be nice and play sexy games with us ... or do we just climb on and fuck you any way we like?" Pete rasped, his big hand reaching down to grasp the thick rod of his young rigid cock and luridly begin milking its thick foreskin back and forth.
The powerful, naked youth was watching her eyes, almost all that was visible of her lovely face with Danny's hand clamped over the rest, and he saw the undeniable, same hungry gleam come alive in them that he had witnessed the other night when they'd seemed to hypnotically fasten on his exposed, hardened prick. He couldn't help but coarsely chuckle right out. The bitch was going already! Man, she was really something, all right ...!
"It's okay, Danny," he said, licking at his lips. "She ain't going to give us any trouble ... just let go of her."
Carol sucked in a gasping, deep breath when the hand was removed from her mouth and nostrils, and automatically brought her arms into a more comfortable position once they were released. She hardly noticed that her robe was wide open to reveal the nakedness of her long white legs was wide open to reveal the nakedness of her long white legs all the way up to the damp nylon crotchband of her wispy panties; she was too overwhelmed by the rapid series of fortunate events that had placed her in the salacious position of being fucked by both of them at the same time in the same room. But stunned as she was, she knew in her liquor-provoked brain that she could never pretend to resist them, once they unleashed their hard, handsome young cocks! Yet, she had to try to convince them that she really was being raped, otherwise she wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much....
"P-Please, Pete ... you mustn't," she managed in a half-whimper as the big boy moved toward where she lay, still clasping and stroking his thick length of swollen penile flesh, while Danny began to excitedly shed his clothing. "Don't ... don't do this to me ... my God, think of my husband if not me, ...!"
"Don't try to give us that shit, lady!" Pete snapped back at her. "You think of Mr. Watson just the way you thought about him when you sucked off both Danny-boy and me before, eh? And you better think about him good ... because if you don't fuck us good, he's going to hear the whole story of how you seduced us all right here in this cabin! Now, how does that set on those shell-like ears, bitch?"
"Oh ... oh my God!" Carol moaned, fully aware that every word he had spewed down at her was further exciting her already moistly throbbing cunt, and that there was nothing she could do to convince them she wasn't so hot that she couldn't stand it! It was an unbelievable vicious web of her own making and there was no escaping it! Just as before with this overgrown adolescent, she was completely at their mercy ... both of them ... nothing to do but let them have their half-drunken, lust-filled ways with her ... and control them as best she could ...!
And then, both of them were naked, their stiffened teenaged penises jutting out hard from their youthful loins with their virile, sperm-filled testicles swaying between their strong legs as they moved toward the bed! Without a word, as if pre-planned, they simultaneously grasped her and began stripping her robe, panties and bra from her ... until she lay completely nude before them, a trembling shiver of sensual arousal rippling over the soft curves of her white nakedness.
Carol heard their gasps of excitement at the revealed sight of her supposedly helpless body. She felt hands immediately begin to stroke and lustfully explore her naked breasts and thighs, unable to deny the rising sensations their eager young hands upon her were triggering! But God! She had to hide it for a few more moments anyway just to make it look decent to them!
"I-I want to lick her cunt!" Danny Bell abruptly blurted, his lewd statement sending a wild jolt of unrestrained carnality racing through her.
"Okay, man, if that's your thing, I'd like to watch it!" Pete exclaimed, suddenly pulling her from the bed to a standing position and moving behind her to cradle her back against his strong, naked body. She felt his young hands cupping and squeezing her nudely throbbing breasts, his erect, thick cock pressing into the smooth crevice back between her pantiless buttocks. Then Danny dropped to his knees in front of her, his young hands tremulously stroking downward over the full voluptuous curve of her hips to her quivering thighs, finally inching inward toward the hair-rimmed lips of her hotly moistened pussy! With that, Pete was obscenely brushing his hands over her defenseless, naked flesh from behind, her breasts, belly and thighs, crowding as close as possible to rub his stiffened, teenaged penis against her fervid white body!
Dear God, she was helpless, alone and totally at their liquor-provoked mercy ... yet, willing so, she wantonly realized, a familiarly weird trickle of masochism spiraling through her at the thought of what she had arranged. Her own brandy-glazed brain seemed unable to curb the devilish imp of sensuality their lustful fondling of her feverish nakedness was unleashing!
"Oh ... oh God...!" she gaspingly moaned as Danny's lips closed over and teasingly nipped at the silken pubic hairs covering the soft, puffy mound at the base of her belly. He raised his young face and gaped pleadingly up at her, not speaking, his eyes along begging. An unqualified sensation of pure lust raced through her and she reached down to caress his soft, boyish face between her small hands. "Go on, Darling, do what you want! Lick my cunt!" she rasped. "Lick it and suck it for Mama Carol! She wants you to, Baby! Eat my cunt for me...!"
"Okay, okay," Pete hurriedly replied. "We need a little more access to it if you want it licked good, Mrs. Watson ... get down on the floor on your back ... there on the rug and spread your legs wide, eh?"
Carol had no choice in the decision; they drew her down forcefully, stretching her nakedly trembling body before them.
Carol had no choice in the decision; they drew her down forcefully, stretching her nakedly trembling body out before them.
"Wider, lady ... spread your thighs wider for Danny if you want that hot little pussy of yours eaten till you cream!" Pete ordered, his eyes gleaming excitedly.
Carol did, unable as always to control the lascivious sensuality the sight of their teenaged, virile cocks in their pulsating rigidity fired within her. Oooohhh ... there was no hope for her ... now or ever! She'd been a fool to think she could make them think they were raping her. Here she lay, helplessly subjected to their slightest lust-filled desire, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive with wild and mounting passion! Oh God...! Oohhh Godddd!
"Wider ... wider ... spread 'em as far apart as you can get 'em!" Pete commanded, and obscenely she responded, spreading her full white thighs to the furthest extent, until the entire sensitive little crevice lining her defenselessly naked cunt was lewdly exposed to them. "Now, Danny boy, look at that luscious sight!" he hoarsely invited! "Go to it, buddy! Do what she asked ... lick her cunt!"
Carol gasped out in desire-filled arousal, her heart pounding beneath her voluptuously heaving breasts as Danny crawled eagerly up between her whitely spread thighs and fell forward on his belly, his face hovering inches above her excitedly flushed pubic mound.
"Go on, guy ... lick her hot little pussy till she screams!" Pete rasped, lying down beside her and taking her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his head. "In the meantime, I'm going to suck one of these delicious tits!"
Carol panted open-mouthed as Pete began to greedily flick out at one breast with his tongue while sensually swirling a finger around the other. She lay there with arms outspread, her feet flat on the floor with spread, raised knees, her full, quivering thighs wantonly agape before the darkly burning eyes of Danny Bell.
"Ooohhhh...." she whimperingly moaned, feeling Pete begin to greedily fondle the sensitive, smooth resilience of her nipple hardened breasts, kissing and tonguing the pink, pebble-like buds ... finally sucking hungrily on one with his hot, young mouth and deliciously swirling the pink erected nipple of the other between a thumb and forefinger of his hand. She felt his hardened young cock pressed nakedly against the yielding flesh of her hips, and he was beginning a rhythmic, undulating grinding with his pelvis. Then, she sensed Danny's hand contact the flesh of her inner thighs, making her breath catch passionately in her throat.
"Uuuunnnhhhh," she moaned again to the dewy, tantalizing boy-kisses being lavished on the hair-lined crevice of her inflamed pussy, his hot tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her closed cunt lips, while soft, escaping sounds of bliss arose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spreading open the fever-flushed edges of her cunt, and then he laced his hot, wet tongue ravishingly up though the raw, moistened flesh!
Carol groaned, gasped, and twitched spasmodically beneath Pete's lustfully hungered young mouth and tongue sucking and biting at her swollen, tingly breast, while the beautiful boy between her spread legs orally fucked into her vagina, occasionally licking upward to suck in and out again her erect, tiny nerve plexus at the core of her spread-open nakedness.
"Ooooohhh ... oh God ... yes, yesss!" she feebly cried, already sensing the first stages of orgasm in her churning belly from their young, animalish ministrations to her defenseless body.
She saw Pete Henderson then, taking an obscene position above her face, his feet on either side of her head and facing Danny. He squatted down until his young, semen-bloated balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Excitedly, she licked out her moistened pink tongue, beginning to lave and coat his velvety sac with her hot saliva. She raised her head and opened her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her warm, wet mouth. Then, he groaned and she felt him raising up again.
Reluctantly, Carol let his young, heavy balls slip from her mouth, watching as he re-positioned himself on his knees, arching over to watch Danny sucking and licking her hot cunt. His hands extended to brace himself between her naked body, until his hardened, teenaged cock was above her tremulous lips. With one hand, he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin to expose its wet, purple glans, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it! And then, into the heated interior of her wanting mouth. Ohhh ... it felt sooo ... goooooooood! In and out and in again slowly, her ovaled, clasping lips, pulling gently at the foreskin as he forced his rigid shaft of pink hardness nearly choking her as it probed toward her throat!
Oh God ... it was too much! Two of them at the same time! Her brain raced in blinding, sensuous passion, the warped obsession within her destroying any restraint she might once have possessed as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited body to their youthful lust. Frenzied sensations of inflamed salacity permeated every inch of her voluptuous nakedness. She sucked voraciously at Pete Henderson's pulsing, hard cock, knowing from experience that in moments it would be squirting its hot sweet cum into her anxiously waiting throat, while his warm hands caressed and pulled erotically at her prickling tits, and the one between her legs sent fantastic shocks of intensive delight racing through her steaming cunt and quivering belly! God ... she was going to climax, herself, any minute ...!
"Oh ... oh man! Shit! I'm going to cum!" Pete gasped. "Ooooohhh ... suck it! Suck it hard! It-It's cummmiinnggg ..-.!"
In seconds, Carol's receptive mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath while she gulped with wanton hunger at the thick, burning nectar ejaculating from his pumping, youthful cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst, sending ecstatic jolts of rapture charging over and through her convulsing, naked body!
She felt Pete's boy-cock quickly growing flaccid in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop. Then, he pulled it from her and fell back away ... She raised her head to gape down at Danny between her widespread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop ... but one look at their faces and she knew different. They didn't intend to stop, not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, frantically jerking as Danny's tongue incessantly continued to stab and lick at her hotly inflamed clitoris, they intended to exhaust her ... to extract her mind out through her erotically searing pussy! But then, as he continued to mouth and tease the tiny, intricate little bud, she sensed the pressure beginning to build once more! Oh ... oh God ... she would cum again in a minute ...!
"My turn now, Danny boy!" Pete luridly exclaimed. "Let her suck you off while I eat her! Were going to take turns on eating that sweet cunt of hers! How does that sound to you, Mrs. Watson? You want to suck the hot jism right out of Danny's nuts while I eat you ... eh? Do you?"
"Oh ... ooohhh ... yes, yes!" Carol lustfully whimpered. "Bring it up here to me, Danny! Let me suck it, please? Oh yes ... go on ... go on ... eat my cunt, darling! Pete, pleeaasssse? Eat Carol's hot little pussy for her...!"
But it never quite happened that way for the entire sordid scene they presented was suddenly brought to a petrifying conclusion with the gruff, blood-freezing voice that roared from the doorway!
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here?" Mike Henderson roared, drunkenly staggering into the small room of the cabin, Jack Bell behind him quickly grabbing the bigger man to keep him from falling!
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh shit!" Pete Henderson whiningly blurted, struggling to get on his feet at the unmistakable sound of his father's booming voice, and the sight of him being held erect by Jack Bell. Christ, he was roaring drunk and Danny's father wasn't much better! Man ... they'd been caught red-handed ...!
"Wait a minute, Mike ... don't blow your top!" Jack was saying, clutching tightly to the bigger man's twisting arms which were trying to shake him off.
"I'll kill that goddamned cunt!" Mike drunkenly snarled through his red beard as Carol sat upright, letting out a wailing moan of despair.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she gasped in horror, the shocking realization that nothing she could say or do could possibly help her at that moment. How could she ever make them understand that their sons, with unrelenting lustful desire, had broken in on her and forced her....
"It's her fault, Dad! Honest to God, it is!" Pete exclaimed in a breaking, child-like voice. "Isn't it, Danny? She made us do it, and it ain't the first time! Is it, Danny? Crap, tell 'em the truth ... it's the only way...!" the big boy brokenly rambled on, determined to lay the full blame on Bob Watson's helpless wife.
"It's true, Dad!" Danny Bell suddenly added, his own face ready to crumble in tears, while the hardness of his penis, like Pete's, seemed to simperingly drain from their adolescent loins.
"I'll take care of you later, boy!" Jack Bell barked, still holding to his friend's slowly calming frame. "Now all of you, get your clothes and get out of here! Got to your tents! We'll settle this mess with her, ourselves!"
"Well...? What the hell you little punks waiting for?" Mike thickly roared. "Get your asses out of her ... all of you! Any one of you stick your noses outside those tents and I'll squash 'em flat to your horny little faces! Now get...."
Carol could only continue to stare in awe-stricken horror at the confusion of the entire scene, watching the boys quickly snatch up their clothes and hustle toward the door, taking a wide birth around the pair of raging parents standing in the center of the room. In her terrifying shock, she completely forgot the obscene position of her spread-open nakedness there on the rug before the two drunken men ... until suddenly she was aware of the lust-filled expressions contorting their liquor numbed faces.
"You ... you thinking what I am, Mike?" Jack Bell gutturally questioned, his tongue snaking out to lick at his dry lips as he stared down at the cock-tingling sight of Carol Watson's frightened and exposed, lush white curves. "Hell man, this is made to order ... even better than we could've planned it!"
The big man had freed himself from the other's hands and was waveringly standing there feasting his own red-rimmed eyes on the frozen white spectacle of her vulnerable naked body, his long, thick cock inside his pants beginning to stretch into its heavy length of aroused, hardness. "Y-yeah...." he slurringly choked after a moment. "Yeah, Jack ... I think we've had this little cock-tease all wrong, maybe. It's baby-pricks she likes ... little ones that she can suck on and nibble at like sticks of candy."
"You're right ... and what do you suppose Bob's going to think about that?" Jack Bell tormentingly posed, his eyes glaring at the open-mouthed, shocked expression on her pretty young face.
"Oh ... oh please ... please listen to me," Carol implored, her voice weak and tremulous. "Please ... you must hear me out ... my God, please...."
"Please?" Mike Henderson drunkenly repeated. "Carol baby, that's my middle name. Didn't you know? Mike 'Aim-To-Please' Henderson they call me ... and you know why? Because when I fuck 'em I always please 'em!"
Jack Bell sniggered at his friend's lurid humor, then saw the bigger man begin to unbuckle his belt. With that, he started to undress himself, the both of them standing side by side as they slowly and meaningfully stripped their clothes away, to the utter gaping abhorrence of the helpless blonde girl lying nakedly spread open on the floor in front of them.
An icy tremor of sickened fear washed through Carol as she became aware that there was absolutely no way she could defend herself against them! There was little question of what they intended to do to her. Their lust was visually apparent in the protruding bulges of their shorts as they pulled their clothing away before her! The times she had so casually teased and taunted them were suddenly coming home to roost, and they were using her abuse of their sons as their leverage to satisfy their own lecherous demands! Dear God, what a debasing trap she had dug for herself! For a moment, she thought of screaming out and racing for the door, but in the end she knew it would be useless! They'd only catch her and probably beat her ... and even if she could get to help, the truth was bound to come out! What then...?
Abruptly, Mike Henderson dropped his shorts to stand nakedly before her, his long, thick cock jutting out hugely from his hair-covered loins beneath the slight overhang of his stomach, and Carol stared at it in slacken jawed dread. She had never seen anything the length and breadth of it! Compared to Bob's, or her boys, it was monstrous! She sensed her insides cringe at the thought of it worming its way up into her sensitive vagina! His heavy, semen-inflated balls swayed bullishly between his strong, muscular thighs as with a drunken grin he dropped his hand to grasp and lewdly stroke the thick foreskinned hardness before her unbelieving, fixed eyes.
"It don't look much like a kid-cock, does it Carol girl?" he vulgarly leered. "But then, you'll get used to it before this night's over, baby, and you'll wonder what you ever say in those boy-pricks in the first place."
"Yeah," Jack Bell chimed in with a licentious chuckle, exposing his own near-equal sized rod of hardened, erected penis. "And just think, Carol, you're going to get them buried in that luscious, soft body of yours both at once! Just like Bang-Night, eh?"
Though she was trembling in uncontrollable dread, their lewd words coupled their meaningful intentions, were starting the fires inside her again that the boys had burning so well a while ago. Dear God, she couldn't believe it, but it was true! Her fear-filled mind had begun to masochistically think of nothing else but the lewd double-fuck she was certain to experience from both the men at one time!
Then Jack saw the bottle of bourbon on the table the boys had evidently brought with them and scooped it up. "Lookie here, Mike!" he said, uncorking the find and quickly tipping it up to his lips to take a long, long pull.
"Hey ... keep a little of that for me, you bastard!" Mike chuckled, staggeringly grasping it from the other's hand and tilting it to his own lips.
Then, Carol said ... to her own surprise: "Please ... may I have a drink, too...?"
"Shit, yes, honey!" Mike astonishingly replied, drunkenly dropping to his knees beside her, while Jack Bell moved around to come down on the other side of her. "If there's anything you're going to need, it's a dose of anesthesia, Carol old girl!"
She swallowed nervously and reached for the bottle, but Mike brushed her hand aside, gripping it tightly as Jack did the same with the other. Then, while the latter held her head, Mike turned the bottle up to her lush, ripe lips ... lips that she couldn't move away as the bourbon began to spill wildly into her mouth! She tried to twist her head, but the attempt was futile before a torrent of the burning liquid forced her to swallow again and again ...!
She had hardly caught her breath, when Carol sensed the potent alcohol surging into her bloodstream. They let her free, and between them, finished off the bottle, while she lay there looking from one to the other of their naked bodies and portentous cocks, a glazed sensation of mounting excitement adding to her already infused loins. In truth, she knew, as in the past, she would want no part of them, but what truth was left inside her was rapidly disintegrating! In moments she would be as raving drunk as they ... and maybe ... maybe that was heaven-sent too ...!
All of a sudden, Mike Henderson had sprawled onto his back and was lifting her as if she were weightless up over him. "Come on you red-headed little bitch! It's time to give old Mikey a good fuck!" the bearded man thickly spat up at her, twisting and adjusting her naked white body to his own desire as Carol moaned in her rising, liquor-glazed passion. "Goddamn you, get it into you!" he ordered. "Raise that luscious cunt of yours up and stuff my cock into it before I slap the shit out of you for seducing my son!"
Carol's fogged brain swam with the building, masochistic lust his obscene words and lewd demands were firing inside her seething flanks and belly. She squirmed whimperingly to right herself above and over his massive body, placing his knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened cunt, spreading the flushed, hair-lined lips apart to expose its glistening, moist pinkness to his lecherous gaze. His fingertips began to furiously work on her tiny, erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state, until with a gasp, she raised to her knees. She grasped at his thick, pulsating cock with her small hand, and moaningly, tried to worm its thick, mushroomed knob into the wet, palpitating hole of her flowering vagina.
"Goddamn!" Mike choked as Carol passionately continued to groan. "The crazy cunt's a nympho, Jack!"
Jack Bell couldn't speak ... only stared in dry mouthed fascination at the rippling flesh of Carol Watson's soft white body voluptuously quivering as she wriggled and strained above Mike's huge cock of hardness, trying to manipulate its inflated purple head into her tight, wetly clenching pussy, his own stone-rigid cock hotly throbbing in its unfulfilled need! Christ, the sight was too much ... too much ...!
"Oh please ... help me! Get it in! Get it in!" Carol cried, her erectly swollen breasts swaying and quivering over her chest, as she squirmed her golden-hued flanks over the blunt head of his angry, towering hardness.
Then, Jack saw Mike catch hold of her slender waist while she clung to his thick cock, zeroing her vagina directly above the lust hardened rod before pulling her down onto it!
Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the small, elastic mouth to the inflated, rubbery head pressing with unrelenting force into her tight, wet vagina, raised a guttural cry of agony from deep in Carol's throat....
"Aaaauuugghhh...." she painfully grunted at the stretching of her sensitive cuntal opening as it wormed in just beyond the coronal rim. She cried out once again before beginning to sink down onto it, her groans slowly changing to small whimpers as it slid up into her like a hotly greased, unending log.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge, impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were going to paralyze her for life. Then, she raised slowly up off of it so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view almost to the angry-red ring of his purple cock-head, and then with a hot gasp, she sank down again, flattening her soft loins against his, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge prick inside her hot, clasping channel beyond her cervix toward her belly!
"Holy shit...! I wouldn't believe it!" Jack Bell gasped, bending close to lustfully watch the rounded white mounds of her widespread buttocks and Mike's long thick rod of sleek hardness disappearing up into the stretched pinkness of her coppery, hair-fringed hole! "She's taking the whole fucking thing up in her cunt, Mike ... all of it...!"
"Y-You're telling me?" the bearded man grunted, his breaths jerking from his chest as he pressed his legs together and thrust his hips rhythmically upward as she descended. He felt their hot bodies slapping against one another at their sexual junction, raising a tempoed pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats. Shit, the bucking red-headed bitch was more than he'd bargained for!
In her drunkenness, Carol rode up and down Mike Henderson's huge, pleasure-pressing cock in flaming, masochistic passion. Never in her life had her cunt been so filled ... clear to her hot belly ... and she bent forward until her full, hardened-nipples breasts were flattened and burrowing into his powerful, hairy chest. Oh God yes ... and she was punishing her own self, she glazedly reasoned, smashing his hot, thick hardness right up into her grotesquely expanded vagina beyond her tingling womb! Oh ... oh ... it was becoming painfully exhilarating, almost mesmerizing her in its sweet agony...! And then she felt fingers parting the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks ... and ... probing at the sensitive raised circle of her tiny anus...! Though the initial contact aroused new unleashed passion in her liquored, sensually fired brain and straining body, further insistent prodding began, to hurt. Her face registered agony from the growing torment and she began to hurt. Her face registered agony from the growing torment and she began to struggle against it; yet, she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the depths of her wanting belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure the thrusting finger which had begun to worm its way into the soft, rubbery confines of her rectum ...!
"Aaaahhh....ooooohhhhhh ... noooo ... nooooooo!" she uncontrollably gasped, uselessly trying to clench the spread, white moons closed to his lewd invasion.
Jack Bell laughed out in gravel-voiced lust as he pressed forward with his thick middle finger into the raised, pink ring of her tight little asshole. He watched her squirming, naked body lurch and heard her cry out at his intrusion into the sensitive, spongy opening. "Open your ass, you kid-sucking bitch!" he spat hissingly. "You better get used to it because this is just the beginning! Next comes my cock!"
Carol felt him thrust forward mercilessly against the useless resistance she was putting up, this thumbs on her soft buttocks spreading them further apart. Then the thick finger plunged into the pried-open, rubbery channel to the palm of his big hand, and again she pitifully cried out. Before she could catch her breath, a second joined the first, reaming and stretching her delicate nether-passage, forcing r her to halt her fucking movements while Mike Henderson brutally clutched at her waist to keep her from squirming off of him. She moaned incessantly with the agony as the hands continued to spread her back there, levering the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until she thought she would split wide open! And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the hotly working fingers were removed, and she felt the soothing bath of air wash across the still widespread crevice ... but only for a brief moment! Abruptly, a larger, smooth and rubbery object pressed against her cringing asshole! My God ... it was his cock! He DID intend to fuck her back there ...!
"Oooohhh ... stop, damn you! Stop it ... my God...!" Carol shrilled, writhing violently as she tried to get away from the unbelievable, intruding pressure. But Mike's powerful hands held her fast while Jack Bell's thick rod pressed against the tiny ring of her tightly clenched rectum. It opened up reluctantly to encircle the head of his lustfully throbbing cock! "Oh ... ooohhh ... you're ripping me...!" she half-screamed as she felt it worming its way unceasingly into the yielding rubbery depths to join the other buried in the clutching recesses of her hot pussy ...!
None of them heard the scratching that opened the unlatched door, nor saw the massive animal as it moved forward with raised head, ears cocked toward the obscene spectacle taking place right in the center of the floor. Then, Jack Bell saw the German shepherd's shadow and turned to stare at the brute's uptilted, sniffing nostrils.
"What's going...!" he stammered, coming to an immediate halt in his ass-fucking motions as Jethro suddenly bared his teeth and moved menacingly toward him. "Mike...! What the fuck's wrong with this goddamned animal...?"
The animal's bearded master saw him then, his own liquor-dimmed eyes widening at the unmistakable bared fangs of the huge dog. The sight surprised him; he'd never seen Jethro like that around him except when confronted with another dog or something...."Get out of here, you damn dog!" he snapped. "Go on ... back to the camper! Go...!"
A deep growl rolled from the big dog's throat as he ignoringly continued to move toward Jack Bell with his gleaming white teeth angrily displayed.
"Goddamn...!" the smaller, naked man exclaimed, suddenly jerking his swollen cock out of the way of the pressing animal. "Something's wrong with the damn bastard, Mike...!" he blurted in his own half drunken stupor ... and then he heard his friend's roar of laughter.
It struck Mike Henderson what was wrong with Jethro then as he saw the powerful animal's huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, the pointed tip of the glistening, hard rod of flesh meaningfully dripping and waggling! "Goddamn, Jack, you better get out of the way," he cautioned with another throaty chuckle. "Looks like Jethro wants a piece of her too!"
"Jesus Christ!" Jack Bell blurted as the massive dog moved in close to poke his wet nose into the smooth crevice between Carol Watson's openly spread buttocks. He watched the obscene performance with bated breath, then swore again as the mighty animal mounted the rounded, defenseless moons, paws wrapping around her waist as if he'd been there before.
"Oh ... oh my God!" Carol gasped, her liquor-numbed brain not so hazed as to fail in recognizing the familiar feel of Jethro's presence, nor was she so drunk that she didn't realize that Mike Henderson's huge cock was filling the hot, wet channel the beast sought! "Stop him! Somebody stop him, please...?" she cried as she tried to shift her helplessly exposed genitals away from his attack.
Jack gaped in utter wonder as the beast hunched in closer between both Mike's and Carol's scissored-open legs, until his huge, pointed length of wet dog cock was obscenely searching the hairless, smooth crevice separating her lush, white ass-cheeks. He stared in wonder as it slid up to find the stretched little anus that he had been forced to pull out of! His breathing damn near choked him when the narrow tip of the ever-growing rod of hardness shot into the exposed puckered hole with a wild fury, disappearing right up into her helplessly cringing little passage almost to his black, furry balls!
"Aaaauuugghhh!" Carol grunted in agony beneath the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching through her loins. With a twisting lurch, she tried to shake the impaling rod of cone-shaped animal cock out of her wide stretched ass, but her efforts were useless! As she pulled and strained to free herself of the agonizing intrusion, Jethro's fierce growl filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched savagely at her hips, and he began to fuck furiously up into the darkly clutching walls of her now cock-filled rectum!
"Jesus Christ! He's got it right up her asshole, Mike!" Jack luridly exclaimed, still hardly believing what he was witnessing. "I never saw anything like it!"
"I know, man, I know!" Mike Henderson excitedly rasped, his lust-infused eyes bugging at the expression of utter agony on Carol's lust-contorted face. "I can feel this goddamned animal's cock ramming into her! Christ ... I think she's going right out of her fucking skull!"
Carol hung on an insane plateau of sensual pain and pleasure. The shocking animalistic invasion of her ass-hole had nearly blinded her with the immediate excruciating agony of the massive cock bursting into her, pushing the spongy, resilient flesh of her rectum before it, until in seconds he had ground it all the way up inside her warm, constricting depths. But, as he continued to relentlessly piston into the softness of her upturned buttocks, she could feel his hot animal balls swing hard down against the cock-stuffed lips of her vagina below. She was absolutely impaled to the hilt on his sodomizing animal-hardness, and once again beginning to masochistically revel in its depraved possession of her virginal asshole.
Jack Bell watched in licentious fascination, stroking his own length of aching penile flesh as he gaped at his buddy Mike's huge, thick cock beginning once more to fuck with fury up into her wet, pink pussy, while the goddamned dog plunged in and out with rapidity of a trip hammer! Mike was lifting both of them right off the bed with his every upthrust, raising the vulnerable, spread-open cheeks of her helpless pink ass to the rapid battering of the German shepherd! In-and-out, the relentless animal cock fucked ... in and out of her tight, deliciously stretched asshole with wild, driving strokes ... both man and beast finally arriving at a rhythm that buffeted her smoothly between them. My God, the dually fucked kid-eater was moaning continuously, as if she were losing her fucking wits! It was absolutely the most debasing fucking sight he'd ever seen ...!
Jack's face was only inches from the pair of thick, wet cocks plunging sleekly into the voluptuous, naked redhead's grotesquely stretched cunt and asshole canals. He watched, hypnotized at the frayed pink edges of her inner cunt being extracted on Mike's cock on the out-stroke, then disappearing again when he rammed it back up into her belly. But, the lewdest sight was Jethro's thick animal-cock wetly sucking back out of her, tugging the tight coral ridges of her clasping, expanded asshole with it, to fluidly vanish back up inside again when the brute fucked back into her! Fuck, he couldn't stand just to watch it any longer! He wanted to get it into the bitch, too, before he blew his goddamned mind ...!
Carol continued to moan unconsciously through her lust-twisted lips as she strove to move with the man-animal rhythm. Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly fucked in her whole life. She wished there was some way she could watch their huge cocks fucking up inside her wetly stretched cunt and rectum, but she could only mentally visualize, and the mere thought of the grotesque and unnatural coupling sent lustful exultation soaring through her nakedly writhing body. She saw her full, whitely sloping breasts dancing beneath her writhing, perspiring body, their hardened nipples occasionally grazing Mike's hair-covered chest below, while her long red tresses flailed wildly about in the air as she tossed her head from side to side. Dear God, their cocks were growing ... growing ever deeper up inside the twin, cock-filled passages to her belly ...!
She felt hands entwining in her hair then guiding her face upward. Fingers played at her tongue-moistened lips, opening them, until she felt the soft spongy flesh rubbing against them. She focused her liquor-fogged eyes to see Jack Bell's long, thick cock bidding for entry, and hungrily she opened her mouth, allowing him to easily slip it in and fuck it along the full hot wet length of her eager tongue. She locked her lush lips around it and immediately he began to fuck excitedly into her face, causing her to almost gag as he pressed it to the back of her throat, then down, its full length nearly disappearing between her greedily nursing lips.
Hungrily, she sucked, her cheeks hollowing and bloating, delighting in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue fervently licked at the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, the tip hotly probing into the tiny slit at its end. She sought with her soft, warm hands until she came to his cum-bloated balls, cupping them tenderly to caress and milk with knowing gentleness.
At the same time, Carol felt her hips of their own volition moving eagerly back onto Jethro's massive cock racing into her widely expanded rectum, then forward and down to meet and absorb Mike's ramming cock plunging up into her hotly, steaming cunt from below. All sense of moral decency had drunkenly blotted from her mind in the wave after wave of ecstatic sensations that were all but masochistically consuming her. Nothing mattered any longer but the magnificently hard, human and animal cocks fucking into her, and she rocked wantonly to their lust-filled attack, while she sucked Jack Bell's throbbing hardness with avidly mounting fury!
God ... as before, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth ... to swallow his hot cum and feel it dribbling down her throat ... filling her hot belly just as Jethro's and Mike's cocks pummeling into her maddeningly stretched asshole and pussy would respectively fill her! Yes ... yes...! She sensed Jack's hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it!
Then, it exploded! He cursed vilely, as his cock gushed forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, and she rapidly swallowed to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing ceaselessly from it. She drank it hungrily in thick gulps, locking her lips around the ejaculating organ, not wanting to lose even a tiny drop of the sweet-tasting, fiery liquid! Jack fell away from her then, and small droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth, his shrinking member slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips, thin white strings of his thickly ejaculated sperm stretching from them to his deflating cock-head as it pulled reluctantly away.
"Oooohhh ... yes ... God, yes!" Carol began to hoarsely chant in the litany of the overwhelmed, continuing to respond in kind to each powerful lunge into her sensually excited cunt and rectum. Furious, they became, both man and beast seemingly fucking her without mercy, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to growl and groan in an unintelligible maze of lust-filled, sexual abandon!
"Aaaauuugghhh ... fuck ... me ... fuck me hard! Oh God ... I can feel both of your cocks inside me! Ooohhhhggg ... ooohhgggggnnnnnn ... ooooohhh ... faster ... harder ... make me cuuuuummm...!" Carol begged, urging master and animal on as she mentally envisioned their totally obscene ravishment of her intensively seething genitals, the imagine picture driving her toward the top of her cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever ... the mounting, blinding ecstasy of it ... the hands and furry paws gripping and clutching at her as she strained insanely toward her apex. Her dazed brain reeled ... nothing else in the world mattered but the tremendous sensations of blissful rapture about to burst inside her!
"N-Now...!" she cried. "Please ... oh God, please ... cum in me together! Fill me! Drown me in your cum! Oooohhh ... I-I'm cuuuumminnnggg...."
Jethro whined, then growled from deep in his powerful throat as at the same time Carol felt the thickly boiling liquid of his animal sperm spew far up into her asshole, bringing the moment of her own orgasm on! Delicious spasms of pleasure blindingly rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his thick, hard animal-cock as it pissed out its load of feral, hot jism deep, deep up into her contracting bowels! Then, Mike Henderson gaspingly swore and she plunged her fire-filled pussy hotly down onto his towering, throbbing cock, her breaths heaving from her lungs while his huge pumping organ began spitting out its thick jets of hot semen far up into the hidden recesses of her quaking belly, her own orgasmic secretions blending and puddling with his, an almost frantic convulsion of enchantment momentarily enveloping her....
And then ... it was over ...!
Jethro immediately withdrew his shrinking length of animal cock from her forever stretched rectum to turn away from all of them and trot toward the still partially opened door, quietly disappearing out into the night. For a long moment, Mike Henderson's and her own breathing continued to fill the room. Finally, Jack Bell cursed, muttering something unintelligible to her, then Mike lifted her bodily off of him, his limp, cum-drained cock pulling from her flooded vagina with a wet, lewd little suctioning sound, until Carol lay alone on the rug, her long white legs still obscenely spread, the cool air a soothing balm to her doubly ravished loins.
Mike stood and was pulling on his clothes, as was his friend and neighbor. "That cunt, was merely the beginning ... so keep that in mind," the bearded man said, his big face twisted in its smirk. "We'll be back ... dog and all, again and again! Only next time, I want some of that ass-fucking, baby. Betty never did go too strong for it, but then, she ain't got your ass either!"
Jack Bell lewdly sniggered as he dressed, watching the expression of uncontrollable shame creeping over Carol's lovely fee. "Yeah...." he added, "and maybe you better start talking to Bob about joining out little swap-meets, baby. I think the girls would like to get at that good guy cock of his now and then, too."
Oh ... oh God ... haven't you both done enough to me yet? Have you got to tease me besides...?" Carol stammered, closing her thighs and crossing, her arms shielding her breasts. "Please ... please go ... leave me alone...."
Mike Henderson broke into a wide grin, buckling his belt and zipping his fly. "You've got to be some kind of loony nympho, Carol girl. Anybody who sucks off kids is warped upstairs, especially when there's cocks like Jack's and mine always available to you." He laughed. "Just remember, baby, we'll be around, and often. Just keep all those tight holes warm and ready for us, eh?"
'Come on, let her be, Mike." Jack prodded his friend. "She's got enough to think about ... getting these kids back to the ranch and trying to answer their questions."
"Okay, okay ... but just remember what I said, Carol girl ... we'll be back ... and often!"
Carol rolled nakedly over onto her stomach to hide from the haunting, merciless eyes. They laughed at her then and finished their dressing. Then with a stinging, startling slap across her soft, white buttocks ... they were gone. Alone, the stillness ripped at her naked flesh like needles. She quickly crawled into bed covering her shame with the blanket.
Dear God, what was she going to do? There was no conceivable way out of this predicament. They would come back, again and again ... and there was nothing on earth she could do to prevent it. Maybe tomorrow the answer would come to her, she finally thought, as drowsiness crept over her. Yes, tomorrow she would know what to do ... tomorrow ... and finally she fell into a deep sleep of complete exhaustion....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carol Watson felt a rush of warmth and glowing camaraderie wash through her as she sat between Mike and Jack in the front seat of Mike's big Cadillac. Bob was in the back between Betty and Ellen, and all six were laughing and joking like school kids.
The three couples were on the way to Mexico, quite a long drive from where they lived, but they all enjoyed the traveling, and getting there was half the fun.
As Carol sat gazing at the flat, unwinding road ahead, she thought in amazement how really happy she was! Her blue eyes clouded for an instant as she thought back to that night, that horrible night, just two short weeks ago, that had changed the pattern of her whole life. Now that she thought about it, perhaps it hadn't been so terrible ... like beauty, horror was in the eyes of the beholder, perhaps ... Even the boys, the next morning, had changed back to their normal selves, treating her with all the respect she was used to receiving from them.
The following day, Bob had returned from Oklahoma ... well, actually Ft. Worth ... there was still a trace of hurt inside Carol at the thought of Bob's being unfaithful, but his heartfelt confession had seemed rather anticlimactic at the time. Carol never had the courage to tell Bob all the details of her escapades in his absence, but she tearfully admitted enough to alleviate the guilt and pain he felt about lying to her and seeing that woman in Ft. Worth. She knew, they both knew, that no matter what happened they would always love each other.
It seemed a natural evolvement when she and Bob were invited to Mike Henderson's for dinner a few days later. Very little was said about any of the events in the past, and all parties involved seemed in accord regarding the future. Carol had never realized how little she knew her own husband. Looking back, it seemed incredible that she was actually afraid to approach him on sexual matters. It was truly a dreadful shame that for years they had both wanted, even needed the same thing and neither knew the other well enough to say so. The bitter irony astounded Carol now, but all the ramifications of that one flaw in their marriage astounded her even more.
As she sat half-listening to the happy chatter of her companions her mind turned to the fun they would have in Mexico. Jack had a friend there who owned a huge cattle ranch, and also had quite a few superior horses that Bob would be interested in looking at. They would be staying there in the hacienda, and Carol was elated at the thought. She was also looking forward to the night-time activities....
"You know," she said brightly, "I think the next trip we take we ought to be sure and make it a place where dogs are allowed. It would be fun to have Jethro along, and you never know when you might need him ... for the extra protection I mean. "
