Mama Carol
by Jon Reskind


FOREWORD 

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. 

-The Publisher 


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." 


THE END
