She Licked Them Clean
by Erika Norman
(RX-319)


FOREWORD 

She Licked Them Clean concerns a very average American woman who suddenly 
and unwittingly becomes involved in a bizarre sex life. The point of the 
novel is not to condemn her erotic activities, which harm no one, but to 
show how her upbringing, and the society she lives in, combine to hamper her 
free expression and enjoyment of her sexual needs. 

Angela Gordon, the heroine, is a typical middle-aged divorcee, bitter toward 
men (especially her ex-husband), repressed in her views about sex, and 
determined to deny herself love in the future because of the unhappiness it 
brought her in the past. Yet in the course of a few days-described in She 
Licked Them Clean-she finds herself actively and passionately engaging in 
two sexual practices which are roundly condemned by our society, pedophilia 
and bestiality, i.e., sexual relations with children and animals. The reader 
may find this implausible or difficult to explain, yet there is nothing 
unusual or unnatural about Angela Gordon's circumstances. She has sexual 
needs and is subject to sexual arousal just like any other normal person. 
But like many older Americans, she also attempts to deny her own needs, and 
the result is only a more explosive and helpless submission to those needs 
when they arise. 

One basic fact of her nature which Angela tries to ignore is that sexual 
desire does not necessarily vanish with youth-does not, say, just go away at 
age forty-but ordinarily lasts all one's life. Dr. David Reuben remarks that 
"especially after the age of about forty-five (particularly in women) sexual 
desire intensifies." (Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex) Dr. 
Reuben also argues that it is silly to consider oneself "too old" for sex: 
"Just as there is no valid reason to give up eating at an arbitrary age, 
there is no reason to give up sex." 

Yet Angela has long tried to ignore these basic facts. Like many other 
people of her culture and age group, she has tried to do without sex, 
because, as Dr. Reuben explains, giving it up "may be the easy way out for 
men and women who never felt right about sex, anyway." But why, after years 
of sexual repression, should Angela suddenly break away from her inhibitions 
and renounce her self-imposed celibacy? 

The answer is that all of us, in some degree, are subject to arousal by the 
right stimuli, and Angela at last encounters the kind of stimulus that 
"turns her on." Recently it has been shown that women are just as much 
aroused by visual erotic stimuli as men are. Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard 
Kronhausen, in The Sexually Responsive Woman, show that many women respond 
powerfully to erotic literature and pictures, including those involving 
animals. They say, "We have come to the conclusion that the sight of animal 
mating seems to have at least as much erotic appeal to women as it has to 
men." Angela is excited both by sexual contact with animals and by the sight 
of naked young boys, but there is nothing inherently "unnatural" about this. 
The "unnatural" and tragic part of Angela's story is that she cannot accept 
her own desires without guilt. We now present the facts of the case and 
leave the reader to decide whether Angela Gordon is really "guilty" of 
anything. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey 
Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore 
or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult 
reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for 
definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Angela Gordon, concentrating on her oil painting of the mountain lake, did 
not see the little boy until he was directly in front of her. Then her eyes 
slowly widened in shock as he began to take off his clothes. Obviously the 
boy didn't see Angela. He undressed with no hesitation or embarrassment, 
revealing his beautiful little cock and balls, then ran naked toward the 
dark blue water and plunged in with a loud whoop as his slim body touched 
the icy lake. Angela gawked, too stunned to make a sound. 

Inside she felt angry at this lewd intrusion on her privacy, but she knew it 
would be wise to let the anger cool before saying anything to the boy. No 
point in getting hysterical! She watched him as he waded near the sandy 
shore, and she blushed as she found her eyes straying again and again to his 
genitals. Ordinarily Angela was repulsed by the very thought of the male 
organs, but she had never seen a young boy before, and somehow this was 
different. To her surprise, she felt no repulsion or disgust as she studied 
the graceful boy. It wasn't at all like looking at the menacing, hairy, 
swollen cock and balls of the adult male. No, quite the contrary, it was 
pleasant.... 

The boy stood facing her now, though he still hadn't noticed her sitting at 
her easel a few yards up the wooded hill. He was kicking at something in the 
ankle-deep water, and the motion made his small white prick bounce and flap. 
Between his slim legs, his rosy, hairless balls quivered. Angela's eyes 
widened again, this time in concentration instead of amazement. In spite of 
herself, she couldn't help studying the boy. His immature cock was short, 
perhaps three inches long at most, and his testicles were about half the 
size of a grown man's. There was no pubic hair at all. He was not 
circumcised, and his small penis tapered toward the tip to end in an 
amusing, pointed gathering of wrinkled white skin. Angela's far-sighted eyes 
detected the wrinkled surface of his balls as well, reddish, glowing flesh 
divided into two walnut-like spheres. The whole sight was quite pretty, 
actually, nothing disgusting about it at all. 

Angela licked her lips, and then quite suddenly came a sensation which 
almost made her gasp out loud. She felt a gush of hot fluid from her vagina, 
and at the same time a kind of nagging insistence in her labial tissues. She 
was embarrassed and disconcerted. How could the sight of a naked young boy 
have such a pronounced and wicked effect on her? Although Angela had no use 
for men and rarely thought about sex, she'd lived long enough to recognize 
feelings of sexual arousal in herself. But, the very idea of getting hot 
over a little boy, a kid who didn't look more than eleven or twelve years 
old-it just couldn't be! 

Angela forced herself to look at the boy's genitals again. She had to be 
sure. He was turning away now to dive into deeper water, and as he did so, 
his little cock swung with his movement, flashing pale and impish. His back 
to her, he bent to dive, and his small, round, reddish balls peeked 
naughtily out from between his legs. Angela's mouth dropped open, and she 
felt it again, the hot rush of juices from her cunt, the swelling and 
tingling of her aroused labia. It was obvious that the sight of the little 
boy's penis and testicles was exciting her powerfully. 

"Oh, my God...." she muttered softly. 

Angela sat stunned and watchful as the young boy swam out into the dark 
waters of the mountain lake. Never in her life had she felt such urgent and 
sudden sexual need. She hadn't even dreamed she was capable of feeling this 
way. Her conscience told her to pack up her painting equipment and return to 
her cabin, out of the way of temptation. But hadn't she come to the cabin to 
explore her own mind, to understand herself? Her response to the sight of 
the young boy was surely something she ought to investigate. She must 
understand his powerful effect on her. 

Angela rose from her stool and began to make her way carefully and quietly 
down the hill towards the shore of the lake. In a few minutes she was hidden 
behind a big fir tree, only a few feet from where the boy had left his 
clothes. She saw sneakers, blue jeans, a green sweatshirt with the 
white-lettered motto "Camp Willow Creek," and what looked like the smallest 
pair of Jockey shorts in the world. She experienced a sudden, insane urge to 
grab up his clothes and sniff them, rather like a dog investigating a 
stranger, but forced herself to remain silently in her hiding place. She 
glanced out over the water and saw that the boy was swimming back toward the 
shore. 

As she saw him touch bottom and begin to walk out of the water, Angela held 
her breath, fearful that he would hear her panting. The water slowly 
retreated downward from his neck, his tanned chest with its neat, small, 
brown nipples, his flat belly with its white button of a navel that still 
protruded slightly in childish fashion, till, abruptly, his small white 
prick nosed its way out of the water and seemed to be pointing right at the 
spying Angela. Its wrinkled point dripped innocently, and the little organ 
flopped lazily as the boy waded toward her. His gently swaying balls emerged 
now. small blushing globes that, hung limply by straps of pink flesh from 
the unknown space between his legs. Angela wanted to explore the way they 
were fastened to him, to touch and feel him there.... 

The young boy stepped onto the sand and hurried for his clothing, shivering 
and bluish now, and anxious to get warm. As he ran, his fat little prick 
bounced hard, slapping against balls and belly, utterly limp and unresisting 
with his movement. He reached the pile of clothes, seized his shorts, and 
bent to insert one leg. His back was towards Angela now, and as he leaned 
down, she saw the perfect, virgin pucker of his anus. Angela's mouth 
unaccountably filled with saliva at the sight, and she swallowed hard. She'd 
never seen anyone's anus before, hadn't even explored her own: why in God's 
name should it make her drool to see a little kid's asshole? She was 
profoundly irritated with herself, yet she couldn't stop looking. She saw 
the small, firm globes of the boy's pale buttocks, his bright pink balls 
peeking from between his legs, and the faintly-tinted, wrinkled door of his 
asshole, and then she felt a hot, wet tickling as her cunt contracted 
sharply and discharged a load of juices that completely soaked the crotch of 
her panties and streamed down her inner thighs.... 

Angela knew vividly what she wanted, but she couldn't believe it. A devilish 
prompting, from somewhere deep inside her, urged her to sneak up behind the 
boy, take him by surprise, and cup his peeping, rosy balls, snake her hand 
around and seize his sweet, flapping cock, to touch and rub and caress all 
his secret parts. The urge was so shocking that she dismissed it at once. A 
woman her age, my God! Whatever possessed her to even think of doing such a 
thing? Yet as she thought of holding the boy's soft little prick in her 
hand, pumping and petting it, she felt such a dizzying wave of desire that 
she moaned out loud. 

The boy heard her. Spinning around to look in the direction of her noise, he 
got his feet tangled in his shorts and went sprawling, humiliated, onto his 
back, his legs spread wide before Angela's wide eyes. Briefly she saw 
everything, the slightly parted pucker of his pink anus, the way his little 
balls and cock seemed to sprout from the same source just over the pubic 
bone, how clean and innocent and soft he looked between his legs. Her first 
thought as the boy stumbled was not to scare him away. She couldn't bear to 
have him run off now, she had to look at him a while longer! 

Angela stepped out from behind the tree, smiling in what she hoped was a 
friendly and soothing manner. 

"Well, hello!" she laughed. "I hope I didn't frighten you!" She blushed 
slightly in the effort to ignore his nakedness and his obscene posture. She 
must make him think that everything was all right! 

"Uh-" the boy gulped, gawking at her. "Uh, hello." Only now did she study 
his features and general appearance: she'd been too busy before staring, at 
his cock! He was a redhead, with milky white skin and a million small brown 
freckles, and his bright blue eyes were wide now with embarrassment and 
anxiety. As soon as he saw that Angela was not angry, however, he began to 
fumble into his clothes, though he still kept a nervous eye on her. 

"I've rented this property for the summer," Angela explained, "and I thought 
this beach was private. So I was surprised to see you here." 

The boy blushed and lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, ma'am! I know it's a 
private beach and I shouldn't be here. It's just that-" He stopped, 
unwilling to say what was in his mind. 

"What?" said Angela. She sat down beside him on the grass while he tied his 
shoes. "I'm not angry .with you, just curious. Tell me about yourself-how 
old you are, your name, where you're from." 

The boy seemed to calm down after her friendly inquiry. "My name's Rusty," 
he said, "Rusty Ames." 

"And I'm Mrs. Gordon, Angela Gordon," she replied. "Go on, Rusty. How old 
are you, do you live around here?" 

"I'm eleven, and I live in Los Angeles. I'm just here for the summer, at 
Camp Willow Creek-that's the property next to yours, maybe you've seen it." 

Angela nodded. "And heard it! There must be a lot of boys there!" 

"Hundreds!" sighed Rusty. "That's the reason I came over to your beach, Mrs. 
Gordon, I didn't know anybody was here, and I wanted to swim alone. It's 
awful crowded on the beach at camp, and they make you wear bathing suits, 
and this swimming instructor we've got, Mr. Vaughn, is a real b-I mean, he's 
real strict, and like that. But I won't bother you again." 

As he spoke, Angela was getting an idea, and now she had a chance to use it. 
"Oh, I don't mind, Rusty!" she declared. "As long as it's just you, and not 
a noisy crowd. You can come over and swim here every day. As a 
matter-of-fact, I'd like to use you as a model. I do a little painting, and 
if you wouldn't mind holding still a few minutes every time you visit, I'd 
like to do your portrait." 

Privately, the young boy thought the portrait idea was silly, and it 
embarrassed him to think of posing, but he was eager to return to the quiet 
and privacy of Angela's beach, away from the stern authority of Mr. Vaughn. 
"Gee, Mrs. Gordon," he answered politely, "that'd be swell! I could come 
every afternoon." 

"Fine, Rusty," said Angela. "Could I offer you a snack now-some cookies and 
milk? I was about to go up to the cabin and have something myself." 

The boy looked tempted but shook his head. "Gee, thanks a lot, Mrs. Gordon, 
but I have to get back to camp! They might notice I'm gone." 

"All right, Rusty," said Angela. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." 

"Right!" the boy grinned. He jumped to his feet and ran off through the 
woods. Angela watched him go, with a wild mixture of feelings. Already she 
liked the boy-he seemed bright, honest, and well-mannered. She was also 
excited at the prospect of his return the next day, at the opportunity for 
studying his handsome young body at her leisure, for the boy had expressed 
his preference for swimming without a suit, and it would be easy to get him 
to pose in the nude. But besides these pleasant feelings, Angela felt alarm 
and self-reproach, too. The way she'd become so excited and aroused at the 
sight of Rusty's genitals, the way she'd shamelessly contrived to study them 
again-this was not like her, not at all. She didn't understand what had come 
over her as she watched Rusty. 

Angela sighed, got to her feet, and went up the hill to collect her painting 
gear and retire to the cabin. As she walked, she thought about her past life 
and tried to discover some cause for her behavior with the boy that day. 
There was nothing very unusual in her life. She was forty-two, divorced, and 
had been raised in a typical American home. Her parents had been a little 
strict, perhaps, but otherwise just like any other parents. Angela had gone 
to college and studied art, then married George Gordon, a real estate 
salesman, when she was twenty-five. The marriage had not been very happy, 
although she'd tried for ten years to make a go of it. But how could anyone 
live with George and his loathsome habits? 

George's idea of marriage was nothing but sex, sex, sex! Angela had been 
prepared for sexual relations, of course, and at first was glad of George's 
frequent attentions, because she wanted children. But after a year, when 
their family doctor determined that George was sterile and could beget no 
children, Angela had seen no point in so much love-making. She had never 
enjoyed it, anyway. But George had wanted to do it more than ever. It had 
seemed as if he was always at her, that she was nothing more than a vagina 
to him. Worse, as the years passed, he'd grown bored with ordinary sex and 
had developed some very strange tastes, things which horrified and sickened 
his wife. In spite of her outraged protests, George insisted on subjecting 
her to his depraved and unnatural whims-demanding that she dress in various 
exotic costumes, that she take his cock in her mouth and suck him to orgasm, 
and that she play with his anus, with her fingers and tongue, until he came. 
All this she had endured in order to avoid a divorce, for she considered 
divorce a sign of weakness. But eventually she could put up with it no 
longer, not when George demanded from her the ultimate in humiliation and 
depravity. 

One night he'd come home late from work, and Angela could tell by his 
flushed face and heavy breathing that he'd been drinking for several hours. 
She also knew what was on his mind, what was nearly always on his mind. 
She'd begged him to have his dinner and sober up, but that made him angry. 
He ordered her into the bedroom, and when she protested, he struck her. 
Unwilling to risk injury, Angela obeyed. George commanded her to undress and 
lie face down on the bed. In a moment she'd felt his hot breath on her neck, 
then his hot, sweaty, hair-matted body as he lowered himself onto her. 

"Here's something we never did before, baby," he muttered drunkenly. "It 
oughta be a real kick!" 

Angela hardly heard him. As always, she was trying to think of other things, 
just waiting for him to get it over with, to inflict on her unwilling body 
whatever filthy thing he had in mind. Now he seized her hips with burning, 
sweaty hands and raised her buttocks high. She assumed he was going to fuck 
her from behind, and she clenched her teeth and waited wearily. 

But to Angela's shock, he did not thrust his prick into her cunt, as she 
expected, but instead fumbled with a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table, 
then rudely poked a finger up her anus! 

"George, for God's sake!" she cried disgustedly. 

"Shut up!" he snarled. "Hold still!" 

Angela obeyed but felt sick. What shameful thing would he think of next? Why 
should it excite him-how could it excite any decent person-to stick his 
finger up her ass and put Vaseline there? As last his probing ceased, and 
she waited again for him to fuck her, now that his evil foreplay was 
concluded. Then she screamed with horror and pain as George, grunting and 
snarling with excitement, rammed the hugely swollen head of his cock into 
the tight, untried mouth of her anus. 

"George! No!" she howled. Oh, God, not there! 

He did not reply. With one more savage thrust, he plunged his thick cock 
deep into her bowels, then began ass-fucking her with brutal force and 
rapidity. 

"AAAHHHH, No! Please, please, stop!" shrieked Angela. The pain was terrible, 
and she sobbed and twisted beneath his assault, but he was too strong for 
her, too deep inside her, for escape. He paid no attention to her suffering; 
on the contrary, he seemed to be having the time of his life. 

"AAGGHHH!" he growled. "Oh, Jesus, this is great! You're so tight there! 
Aaaahhhh! I'm gonna cum!" 

Mercifully he did, filling her bowels with fiery jets of sperm that stung 
the torn length of her colon and made her shriek with pain. He fell heavily 
onto her, gasping and groaning his pleasure, his fat cock still twitching 
and pumping inside her. When at last it grew limp and empty and slipped from 
her ripped anus, Angela breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Christ!" laughed George. "That was the best cum I ever had! We're gonna do 
it that way from now on, baby! It's the only way to fly!" 

Oh, no, we're not, Angela was thinking. This was the end for her. She could 
endure filth, but filth combined with pain, with cruel and uncaring rape. 
was too much for her. She had tried, for ten years, but she could try no 
longer. 

Not wanting to start an argument, she said nothing to George about her 
decision, but as soon as he left for work the next morning, she packed her 
things, moved to an apartment, and began proceedings for a divorce. When she 
threatened to expose his perversion in court, George was very cooperative, 
granting her a large settlement. She never saw him again, though she'd heard 
that he'd remarried to a much younger woman. 

It was the end of her sex life, too. Angela was happy about that. Sex had 
always disgusted her, and now she realized that men disgusted her, too. She 
was thirty-five, too old, in her opinion, to start a family, and so she 
didn't need a man at all. She got a job as art director in a large 
department store and lived quite contentedly by herself. It was all fine 
with her. Seven years passed, and she had no occasion to regret the life 
she'd chosen. 

Then quite unexpectedly it happened, the crisis in her life: with her 
forty-second year, to her chagrin and disgust, she began to be tortured by 
sexual longing. At work, in bed at night, even on the subway, she would 
suddenly feel the warning signs in her cunt and labia, the swelling and 
moistening, the nagging need for release. It enraged her. Why her, of all 
people? She cared nothing for men or sex! Too ashamed to consult a doctor, 
Angela decided on a long vacation instead, a time to think things out and 
try to regain control of her own body. A friend rented her a remote mountain 
cabin, and here she was. Things had gone well, very well, until today, until 
she had seen that naked little boy.... 

Angela had reached the cabin now, hot and sweaty from her climb, and deeply 
disgusted with herself for becoming so aroused by Rusty. A cold shower would 
probably take care of both problems, she decided. Quickly removing 'her 
sweaty clothes, she hurried to the shower stall and forced herself to stand 
there for ten minutes until the icy needles of water, till she could think 
of nothing but being painfully cold. Then, shivering and gasping, she got 
out and began to dry herself before the bathroom mirror. 

She couldn't help occasional glances at herself in the big mirror, and she 
thought with bitter amusement how little her body reflected the woman 
inside. The inner woman cared nothing for love, but the outer woman was 
voluptuously feminine, her whole body an invitation to sex. Angela had grown 
a little overweight in middle age, too plump to suit most men, but all the 
curves were still in the right place, long legs, swelling hips, small waist, 
and enormous, sloping breasts. Her great milky-white, blue-veined tits 
sagged and swayed, their nipples long, brown, and rigid from the cold bath. 
She hated them, because men were always staring at them lewdly, and she 
hated that other blatant badge of her femininity, the large, dark brown 
triangle of pussy fur. She hated everything that identified her as a woman 
and connected her with sex. 

Wearily Angela tossed aside her towel and went to lie on her bed, too 
disturbed by the day's events to care about dinner. She closed her eyes, 
hoping to drift into forgetful sleep, but immediately and unwillingly she 
saw in her imagination the naked white form of the young boy, Rusty, as he 
romped in the water, unaware of her spying eyes. Again she saw his pure, 
innocent prick, flapping and bouncing as he played, and she saw his rosy, 
sagging little balls, absolutely hairless and untried. The rest of the boy's 
body, his face and torso and limbs, became shadowy and vague to her 
imagination, and all she could see distinctly were his inviting, 
bright-white cock and blushing balls, flopping, swaying, taunting her.... 

Angela's cunt contracted sharply and oozed a hot, tickling stream of juices. 
Dear God, not again! Would she never be free of this torture? The daydream 
of the naked boy had made her hot and horny, as never before. She understood 
what her body wanted, she was not ignorant of that: the puffing and itching 
of her labia, the oozing of her cunt, the swelling and throbbing of her 
clitoris, signaled her need for orgasm. Angela had read and heard about 
orgasms, but had never experienced one herself. She even knew that they 
could be produced by touching herself in the right way, by masturbation, but 
the thought repelled her-she had been told often enough as a child that 
"self-abuse" was wicked and dirty. 

But her only alternative was to go on being horny, and as she thought of 
Rusty, that became increasingly hard to take. Lapsing again into her 
daydream, she saw his jaunty little prick quite close to her now, saw its 
silky, blue-veined skin and its funny wrinkled point. She sighed, closed her 
eyes, and wondered longingly how it would feel to touch him there, how it 
would be to pet and explore that sweet little organ. Could a boy that young 
achieve an erection? What would his small prick feel like if it was hard? 
She thought of the boy lying on top of her, poking innocently between her 
out-flung legs with his hardened little tool, probing the wet, thirsting 
mouth of her cunt.... 

"Ahhhh, God!" sobbed Angela, aching with desire, driven beyond reason by her 
thoughts of the beautiful little boy and his mocking white cock. Groaning, 
she fumbled between her legs with her middle finger, pretending it was 
Rusty's prick. It was almost the same size. She slid it wetly, slickly, 
along the swollen pulp of her vulva, and the pleasure was intense, making 
her gasp and pump her hips in the motions of fucking. Her finger dipped into 
the oozing hole of her cunt, and with a moan of animal need, she stuck it 
all the way in, till she touched and palpitated her own womb. She imagined 
that Rusty's stiff little prick was inside her, poking and jabbing 
innocently and happily, and she clenched her legs tightly together and 
rubbed her clit and labia along the shaft of her finger. It was good, 
incredibly good.... 

"Ohhhhh!" moaned Angela, her lips drawn back now in a sensual snarl, 
oblivious of everything but the delicious ramming of her own finger in the 
juicing, squishing tunnel of her needy cunt. She clenched her teeth, frigged 
herself rapidly, furiously, and powerful sensations of pleasure began to 
jolt her plump body, waves of joy like she'd never experienced before. 

"Ahhhh, AHHHHH!" she howled, bucking her body in time to the swift thrusts 
of her finger, her huge tits bouncing and quivering. Suddenly her whole body 
was seized and shaken by a mind-blasting seizure of ecstasy, and she knew 
she was cumming. 

"Oh, Oh, UHHHHHH!" she shrieked as her big body went into the powerful 
convulsions of orgasm, jolting and dizzying, making her squeal and howl with 
pleasure. My God, she'd never realized it could be like this! It was beyond 
any pleasure she'd imagined, the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt! Her 
hot cunt juices were squeezed out by the frantic, happy thrusts of her 
finger, wetting the blanket beneath her, and she moaned abandonedly until 
every last sensation was milked from her violently contracting vagina. At 
last she fell back exhausted onto the pillow, experiencing complete relief 
and satisfaction. 

Well, she thought crazily, maybe old George had a point after all, about 
this fucking business! 

Immediately she was ashamed of the thought, but her shame didn't last long. 
Her powerful cumming had drained and exhausted her, and she quickly fell 
into a deep sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The next afternoon Angela set up her easel in the same spot as before and 
continued to work on her painting of the lake, but her mind kept wandering. 
She wondered if the boy Rusty would return as he'd promised. Even more, she 
wondered if she really wanted him to return. She liked the boy, and she was 
excited at the prospect of doing his nude portrait, but at the same time she 
feared a rebirth of the violently horny feelings he had aroused in her, 
feelings so insistent that she'd shamefully appeased them with her own 
finger. That was a humiliation she could not bear to repeat. 

Lost in these thoughts, Angela was startled when she heard the sudden crunch 
of sand under sneakers and looked up to see Rusty running down the beach 
toward her, his red hair flying, his face flushed and happy. He bounded up 
to her, and she caught the faint scent of boyish sweat and found it not at 
all unpleasant. 

"Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy chirped. "Jeeze, I almost didn't make it! OP Mr. 
Vaughn was watching us like a hawk, but I finally managed to sneak off! Boy, 
I'm hot!" 

Angela laughed, catching his good humor. "Well, Rusty, if you're hot, by all 
means have a swim! I'll start the outline of your portrait while you're 
doing it. You don't have to stand still for that part of the painting." 

"Swell!" said Rusty. He seized his sweatshirt and was about to pull it off 
over his head, then seemed to have a disconcerting thought. "Say, Mrs. 
Gordon," he asked hesitantly, "you don't mind if I don't have any trunks, do 
you? I didn't bring any. I don't like 'em." 

Angela colored slightly but smiled at him. "Of course not, Rusty! I don't 
mind at all. I was planning a nude portrait anyway." 

"Oh! Okay." He grinned at her in a friendly way, then quickly shucked his 
clothes. 

As the boy undressed, Angela set aside the painting of the lake and got a 
fresh canvas. She set to work industriously, studying the general outline of 
his body and making a preliminary sketch, hoping her scrutiny wouldn't 
embarrass him. It certainly was embarrassing her-no matter how much she 
tried, she couldn't help focusing her attention on his crotch, first the 
tight little bulge of his blue jeans, then the pointed form beneath his 
shorts, and finally the flapping, white little cock itself as he tossed 
aside the last of his clothing. God, it was tempting! As the fat little 
penis bounced into view, she wanted desperately to reach out and feel it, to 
give it a mischievious squeeze. She blushed and forced her eyes away from 
his cock. 

Rusty didn't notice a thing, however. He grinned at her again, then turned 
and sped toward the water, eager to cool his sweaty young body. With his 
long strides, his bright pink balls were revealed, bouncing furiously 
between his slim legs, and when he'd waded out into the dark blue water and 
bent to dive, Angela saw the sweet, innocent pucker of his anus. Then his 
body flashed whitely and he was in the water, covered, and swimming toward 
the center of the small lake. 

Angela sighed and turned to her sketch. What she saw shocked, then amused 
her. Her first outline had been absent-minded, mere busy-work, but 
apparently she'd concentrated more than she thought: there was a dim pencil 
outline of the boy's body, then, between his legs, a very sharp and accurate 
representation of his balls and cock! Angela blushed deeply and erased the 
whole drawing. My God, she thought, I'm really turning into a dirty old 
woman! 

During the rest of Rusty's swim, Angela managed to control her feelings and 
to achieve a satisfactory sketch of him standing, without undue emphasis on 
his genitals this time. But most of the drawing was done from memory, since 
the boy was deep in the water now. If she was to get a good likeness of him, 
she'd have to have him standing still and close to her. The idea gave her a 
sharp twinge of excitement. It was a perfectly legitimate request, since 
he'd promised to pose! He'd be right there, naked, only a few feet away from 
her, and she could stare at his delicious little prick and balls all she 
wanted.... 

"Hey, Mrs. Gordon!" Angela started as Rusty yelled to her. "I'm freezing! 
I'm coming out now!" She saw his red head bobbing far out in the lake. 

"Okay, Rusty!" she called. 

Angela gathered up her painting gear, intending to take the boy up to the 
cabin for a snack and some further posing. She felt a kind of eager, humming 
sensation in her body, and she knew just what it was, the happy prospect of 
having him naked in the privacy of the cabin. Well, cool it, Grandma! she 
told herself. It would be all right to sketch him, but silly to get carried 
away. 

Rusty came streaking out of the water, shivering and gasping, and bounded up 
the beach to his pile of clothes. His teeth were chattering. He looked 
around, then exclaimed suddenly, "Aw, crap! I forgot to bring a towel!" 

Angela laughed. "Well, I have plenty of towels in the cabin, but none here! 
Grab your clothes, and let's run for it-that should warm you up!" 

Rusty laughed, too, bundled up his clothes, and they sprinted up the steep 
path through the trees. By the time they reached the little cabin, Angela 
was panting for breath, but she hardly noticed her own condition. Rusty had 
been running in front of her the whole way, and she'd had an exciting, 
unobstructed view of his wildly bouncing little balls, and an occasional 
glimpse of his wrinkled cockhead as it flapped between his legs. 

They stumbled into the living room, laughing and gasping, and Angela managed 
to point out the bathroom before she collapsed into a chair. To her delight, 
the red-haired boy brought a bath towel into the living room and dried off 
in front of her, chatting animatedly all the while. 

"Golly, Mrs. Gordon, I sure appreciate this!" he exclaimed. "I mean, letting 
me use your beach and all! It sure beats swimming at the camp, with ol' 
Vaughn yelling all the time and telling everybody how to do everything. He 
can't just let a guy swim and enjoy himself, he has to act like we're all 
training for the Olympics or something!" 

"It must be a drag, all right!" laughed Angela. "But I bet you're hungry 
after that swim and the run we had. Would you like some milk and cookies?" 

"Oh, wow, yeah!" cried Rusty. He was starved, and it was three hours before 
dinner at the camp. 

Angela brought out a tray and set it on the coffee table, and she and Rusty 
took places side by side on the couch and dug in. He hadn't bothered to 
dress yet but had only wrapped the towel around himself, more interested in 
eating than in putting on his clothes. He smelled fresh and clean, and 
Angela was sure that his slightly tanned skin was silky and firm to the 
touch. She wanted to reach out and caress him, but feared to alarm him. 

"Well, Rusty," she said casually, "tell me about yourself. What is your life 
like in Los Angeles?" 

Rusty frowned and said between mouthfuls of cookie, "Well, I guess you could 
say I'm well off. I mean, my Dad makes lots of money, and we live in a real 
big house and all that. But it's kind of boring, too. My Dad's an importer, 
Oriental stuff, and he has to travel a lot, so I don't see him much. And my 
mother's not there. She and Dad got divorced a couple of years ago, and she 
married another guy who doesn't like kids, so I stayed with my Dad. I don't 
think he's exactly wild about having me, either, but he's awful generous. I 
mean, I have my own color TV and a big room and a swell bike, and there's a 
housekeeper to take care of me when Dad's gone. I just get lonely, that's 
all." 

Rusty sighed, and Angela was ready to express her sympathy for him, but he 
continued, "Anyhow, the housekeeper has her vacation in the summer, and Dad 
can't be around much to take care of me, so he always sends me to camp. And, 
man, this is the lousiest camp I ever got sent to! The counselors are really 
mean, like they hated kids or something, and most of the kids are pretty 
fouled up. A lot of 'em got sent here because their parents couldn't control 
'em, and I can see why! I get beat up about twice a day." He sighed again, 
then brightened. "I've got one good friend, though, Tom Everly. He's a 
really nice kid. I just wish he could be here now. I think you'd like him, 
Mrs. Gordon." 

Angela smiled and said gently, "I'm sure I would, Rusty. You're welcome to 
bring your friend here any time." 

The boy smiled delightedly. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Gordon, that would be terrific! 
I'll bring Tom when I come tomorrow! Thanks a lot!" 

"That's quite all right, Rusty," replied Angela. She was glad to please the 
lonely boy, but sorry that they would not be alone together anymore The 
presence of the other boy must surely put an end to her plans for painting 
Rusty in the nude. Ii she wanted to study him privately, it was now or 
never! 

"Listen, Rusty," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and business-like, 
"we've been so busy today, we haven't got around to your portrait Would you 
mind posing a while before you go?" 

"Oh, of course not, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy said politely. "I'm sorry-I guess 
I've just been doing what I wanted to do, and I forgot all about the 
picture." 

"Well, we'll get to it now. You can stand on the towel, right here, where 
the light is good. I'll set up my easel." 

While Angela got her equipment ready, Rusty had one more cookie, then 
obligingly dropped the towel and stood on it, completely unself-conscious in 
his nakedness. Angela sat behind her easel, took up a pencil, and began to 
complete her preliminary sketch. She found herself hurrying through the 
outline of his head, torso, and limbs, then slowing down when it came time 
to sketch his genitals. She licked her lips in fascinated study, making a 
careful drawing of his limp little cock and small sagging balls. The urge to 
touch them was by now almost more than she could resist, and she began to 
think up excuses for doing so. The boy was so innocent, so trusting, that 
she knew she could manage it if she just went about it in the right way. 

"Rusty," she said hesitantly, "I'm almost finished with this outline now, 
there's just a few details I have to study more closely. Step over here next 
to me, will you, please?" 

The boy obeyed, and Angela made a pretense of squinting studiously at his 
face for a few moments, adding some lines to her drawing, and then took a 
closer look at his shoulders. Her heart was pounding, and she felt the 
familiar swelling and moistening of her cunt and labia as she thought of her 
bold intent, the close study of his penis and testicles which was to come 
next. She made a few pencil strokes on the canvas, then lowered her eyes to 
concentrate on his genitals. A deep, slow flush spread over her whole body 
as she stared at his small limp cock, bending closer to it than she ever had 
before. The fat little organ nestled sleepily against his flushed, limp 
balls, soft, warm, and utterly innocent. Angela swallowed hard, then gave 
way to an overpowering urge. 

Quickly, before the boy had time to react, she reached out and curled her 
fingers around his cock. Her heart pounded faster than ever as she felt the 
loose silky skin, pumped the small prick slightly, and felt the outer flesh 
ripple yieldingly beneath her eager fingers. It was sweet and pleasant to 
fondle, this boyish, flacid penis, and she wanted to go on exploring and 
playing with it. 

"My, what a nice cock you have, Rusty," she said dizzily. 

Rusty swallowed hard. He liked Mrs. Gordon very much, and he wanted to stay 
friends with her and continue to enjoy her beach and cabin, but it was a 
very strange thing she was doing right now! He couldn't understand how her 
painting required her to handle his cock. Still, it felt kind of nice, and 
he saw no reason to object. 

"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Gordon," he stuttered. "I always thought it was kind of 
small, though." 

Angela laughed huskily. "Men! Always worrying about the size of their cocks! 
But, really, Rusty, I don't think you have anything to worry about! Your 
cock seems quite big to me. But let me check closer." Her heart beating 
wildly, her body flushing redder than ever, Angela slipped from her stool 
and knelt before the boy, so close that he felt her warm breath tickling his 
belly. She reached gently between his legs and cupped his balls in the palm 
of one hand, while with the other she took his cock between thumb and 
forefinger and held it up for inspection. 

"My goodness, no!" she exclaimed pleasantly "You needn't be concerned! Your 
parts are very big and healthy!" 

In fact Angela hadn't the slightest idea what she was saying, having seen 
only one set of male genitals, George's, in her whole life. She only wanted 
to set the boy at ease, to make interesting chatter, so she could go on 
touching him. She loved the gentle, warm weight of his little balls in the 
nest of her palm, and she delighted to stroke and ripple his silky, plump 
penis with her fingers. If she could make it pleasant for Rusty, too, he 
might let her go on doing it for a long time.... 

"Tell me, Rusty," she cooed, "does it feel nice when I do this?" 

As she spoke, Angela gave the boy's testicles a gentle, squeezing massage, 
and to Rusty it was the most pleasant physical sensation he'd ever had in 
his life, sending a kind of warm excitement radiating through his loins. 

"Ohhhh, yes, Mrs. Gordon," he breathed. 

"That's nice," said Angela. "What about this?" 

Without discontinuing her delicate but exciting massage of his young balls, 
Angela used her free hand to tweak the wrinkled white foreskin of his small 
cock between thumb and index finger, and then began working it back in 
short, tender strokes. She was so careful, she didn't hurt Rusty at all. On 
the contrary, it felt good, a gentle teasing of his prepuce that made him 
close his eyes to concentrate on the nice sensations she was giving him. 

"Well, Rusty," Angela repeated in a husky purr, "what about it? Do you like 
it?" 

"Oh, golly, yes!" the boy sighed. 

Now there could be no conceivable excuse for what the older woman was doing 
to him. When she'd just been holding his cock and balls and looking at them, 
it might have been explained as an artist's examination, a judgment of size 
and color. But how could it possibly help her painting to touch and play 
with him like this? Much as he enjoyed what Angela was doing to him, Rusty 
began to get a little nervous. Why was she doing it? What was her ultimate 
aim? 

Angela could see the boy's growing uneasiness and knew she must do something 
about it. She was just on the point of making a very interesting 
discovery-what hidden parts lay beneath his loose, pointed foreskin. She 
remembered all too well her husband George, who was circumcised and whose 
cockhead consisted of a huge, sticky, purplish bulb that repelled her. 
Surely the pure little boy Rusty could not look like that? She was dying to 
know. But she forced herself to slow her movements and take time to calm the 
boy. She gave a little more sweet pressure to her heady massage of his balls 
and at the same time curled her warm, soft hand around his fat little cock 
and gave it a delicious pumping that made Rusty sigh and wriggle. 

"Do you know why I'm doing this, Rusty?" she asked softly. 

"Well, no," he replied nervously. "I was kinda wondering...." 

"To make you feel nice," Angela told him. "And it does feel nice, doesn't 
it?" Rusty, who had closed his eyes again for greater enjoyment of her 
touch, nodded. "I like you, Rusty," Angela went on in a purring, soothing 
voice, "and I want to do nice things for you. There is no harm in friends 
doing nice things for each other. Just relax and enjoy it." As she talked, 
Angela went on petting the boy's perfect little prick and balls, playing 
delicately and expertly with them and making him more excited and absorbed 
with every second. It was the first time she'd ever been thankful that 
George had taught her all those things, forced her to practice all the ways 
of pleasing a man by playing with his genitals. Back then, she'd never 
dreamed such techniques would ever bring her pleasure. But though it had 
revolted her to use them on George, a brutish, coarse adult, it somehow 
delighted her to do the same things to the innocent, virgin Rusty. 

As she continued her enticing touches on his fresh, unspoiled parts, Angela 
also kept talking to him in the same calming tone. "Do you know what your 
cock and balls are for, Rusty?" she asked. 

The bo^ swallowed hard, finding it difficult to think or speak clearly when 
all those great sensations were rippling and tingling through his belly. 
"Well," he replied, still with his eyes closed, "besides using my cock to 
piss with, I guess it all has something to do with making babies. I'm not 
too clear about it." 

"But that's correct, Rusty," affirmed Angela, "that's what they're for. Your 
balls collect all the seed for making the baby, and then it squirts out 
through your cock at the right time-that's called 'cumming'. But you don't 
have to use them just for that purpose alone. You can simply have fun with 
them, if you want, like right now. Your cock and balls can give you all 
kinds of beautiful feelings, if you know how to use them." 

"I guess I don't know how," answered Rusty, wriggling delightedly under her 
expert touch, "but you sure do, Mrs. Gordon!" 

Angela laughed. "I'm very glad you're enjoying it, Rusty! But this isn't all 
I can do, not by any means. I can show you something much nicer. Would you 
like me to do that?" 

"Oh, wow, yes!" sighed Rusty. The boy had accepted her explanation for 
playing with him and now trusted her completely. Mrs. Gordon seemed like a 
very nice lady to him, and he was happy to go along with her games. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"All right, Rusty," said Angela, "but it may take a while. Perhaps you'd be 
more comfortable if you braced yourself on my shoulders." 

Obediently the young boy put his hands on her shoulders, bringing his lower 
body closer to her admiring eyes, the flat tightness of his belly, the 
button of his navel, and the parts she craved most, his sweet limp cock and 
rosy balls. Angela was very excited. The boy was completely cooperative and 
willing now, and no one could say that she'd forced him; she was at liberty 
to explore and play with him all she wanted. First she gave his soft, 
drooping balls a mischievous tickle, causing Rusty to gasp with pleasure. 
Then with thumb and forefinger she began again to ease back the wrinkled, 
silky prepuce of his small cock, till soon she could see the very tip of the 
sheathed glans. Burning with curiosity to see the rest of it, she worked as 
fast and vigorously as she could without hurting the boy, and was soon 
rewarded by getting his foreskin all the way back, bunched and retracted, to 
expose the entire glans. 

Angela was delighted at the sight. This was nothing at all like the gross 
and repulsive cockhead of the adult male! Rusty's virgin glans was cherry 
red, dainty, fresh. Its delicate cleft and tiny hole seemed utterly pure and 
untouched to her, and it gleamed with clear moisture and had a fresh, 
slightly salty fragrance that excited her strangely. Her mouth began to 
water, and she realized, abruptly, that what she wanted was to stick out her 
tongue and taste the charming red flesh of the boy's cockhead. 

Angela was surprised and a little shocked at her own urges. Of all the 
sexual humiliations George had put her through, the one she hated most was 
bringing him off with her mouth, being forced to lick and suck and tongue 
his enormous strong-smelling prick, to swallow choking mouthfuls of his 
sticky sharp-tasting cum. The very idea nauseated her. But with this young 
boy it was entirely different. She felt no repulsion, but rather the 
opposite, a frantic and hungry urge to taste and lick him that made saliva 
pool in her mouth and caused her clit and cunt to throb with excitement. 
Well, why not? If he permitted the intimate exploration of her fingers, why 
shouldn't he allow the use of her tongue, too? It would just be doing the 
same things, but in a much more exciting way. 

"Rusty," she cooed, "I'm going to do something different now. It may 
surprise you at first, but just relax and concentrate on how good it feels. 
I promise you, it will feel very good." 

"Okay, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty answered timidly. He was ready enough for her to 
play with him in any way that felt nice, but he was a little awed and dazed 
at being introduced to all these undreamed-of pleasures at once. Mrs. Gordon 
seemed cool enough, like she knew exactly what she was doing and had done it 
often, but it was all new and breathtaking to him. 

Angela's aroused cunt leaked steady streams of hot juices as she received 
Rusty's unknowing permission to use her tongue on his adorable little cock. 
She'd never felt so excited in her life. Now she rested the fat, limp little 
organ on the palm of one hand, saw it snuggle and subside there like a 
sleepy worm, and admired the gleaming, moist, bright red of the glans. Then, 
taking a steadying breath, she bent down toward her plump prize, flicked out 
her tongue, and gave one slow, delicious lick all around the base of the 
glans. 

"Ahhhhh!" sighed Rusty. Christ, it felt good! He still had his eyes closed, 
didn't even know what she was doing, but he sure as hell wanted her to go on 
doing it! 

Angela noticed the boy's obvious delight and felt free to continue her 
naughty but exciting work. Again and again she licked slowly, tantalizingly, 
all around his quivering red glans, marveling at the silky slickness of the 
flesh and deeply enjoying its delicate but unique flavor. The boy sighed and 
trembled with pleasure as she tongued him, his fingers unconsciously 
tightening their grip on her shoulders. Presently she had licked his glans 
shaft clean of all its virgin juices, and, making her tongue stiff and 
pointed, she snaked the tip into the tiny dark hole of his glans, seeking 
its nectar as well. The effect on Rusty was instant and dramatic. 

"Ohhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhh, man, that's outa sight!" 

"Ummmm," replied Angela, expressing both agreement and pleasure. His salty 
taste was stronger down in that tiny hole, more exciting, and she greedily 
reamed it with her pointed tongue till she had eaten it all. Hungrily she 
looked around for a part of him she hadn't tasted and noticed again his 
sweet little balls, hanging limp and flushed so close to her exploring 
tongue. Bending lower, she opened her mouth and suddenly sucked in both his 
surprised testicles in one greedy slurp, then massaged them wetly, 
burningly, between tongue and palate. The outer skin was loose and slippery 
beneath her enfolding tongue, but she felt inside the two hard cores, two 
secret nuts, that rolled pleasantly in her mouth. 

"Uhhhhh!" moaned Rusty. "Oh, Jesus, I never felt anything like this before, 
Mrs. Gordon!" 

Angela had her mouth full and couldn't reply in words, but she acknowledged 
the compliment by sucking his little balls so vigorously and hotly that the 
boy nearly fainted with pleasure. Something else happened, too, something 
that surprised Rusty completely and which he didn't know how to explain: 
quite suddenly, as he was grooving to Angela's expert sucking of his balls, 
he felt them contract sharply, tingle, and then swell up so tight and fat 
that he thought they'd burst. And as if that wasn't crazy enough, his cock 
did the same thing! It started twitching wildly all of a sudden, then 
rippled with a buzzing sensation, and got hard as a rock. He took a quick 
peek down at it and was amazed to see it standing straight up, the skin 
stretched tight and blue-veined over its new plumpness. It had gotten 
accidentally hard a few times before, but never so big and bursting as this! 
Rusty didn't know what to think about it all. 

Angela, happily sucking away, suddenly felt her mouth crowded and filled by 
the abrupt swelling of the boy's testicles. She opened her eyes in surprise 
and saw his small, limp cock suddenly twitch, ripple, and spring up stiff 
and engorged, pointing towards the ceiling. Well, that question was 
answered, at least: a boy Rusty's age could get a hard-on! 

Angela felt a little embarrassed about having aroused him to such an extent, 
and she blushed and let his balls pop wetly out of her mouth. 

"My goodness, Rusty!" she said and giggled. "I seem to have given you an 
erection! I didn't expect that!" 

The boy caught the note of confusion and surprise in her voice, but he 
didn't understand their cause. "What does it mean, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked 
wonderingly. "What's an erection for?" 

Angela sighed in amusement at the boy's complete innocence. "Well, Rusty, 
when a boy gets an erection, or a hard-on, it means he's sexually aroused 
and wants to cum." 

"You told me about cumming," Rusty answered puzzledly, "about squirting 
stuff out of my cock, but I don't really understand what it means. Is it any 
fun?" 

Angela giggled again. This kid had a whole world of things to learn! "Oh, 
my, yes!" she replied. "It's fun, all right! It's about the most fun there 
is!" 

"Really?" Rusty exclaimed eagerly. "Then I'd sure like to try it! Can you 
tell me how to make it happen?" 

"Not only that," Angela replied mischievously, "I can make it happen to you! 
Would you like me to do that now, Rusty? Should I make you cum?" 

"Oh, yeah!" said Rusty. "Do it, please, Mrs. Gordon!" 

"Very well, Rusty." 

Angela was so excited she could hardly breathe. He'd given her permission to 
bring him off, was even eager for it, but there remained the delightful 
choice of methods. What would be the most fun for them both? Obviously the 
boy had never had an orgasm before, and she wanted to make the first time 
completely wonderful for him. Briefly she thought of slipping off her 
panties and letting him fuck her-and her starved, creaming cunt responded 
violently to the idea, shooting out another flood of juices and making 
rhythmical contractions of acceptance. But, no, that would just be selfish. 
She couldn't give him a whole sex education in one afternoon, probably 
bewildering and frightening him. 

Another way would be to pump him to climax with her hand, and it might be 
fun to watch his first seed spurt into the air from the stimulation of her 
touch. But that would be no better than jerking off, he might as well do it 
himself. Angela thought of a third method for making the boy cum, and her 
mouth again filled abruptly with eager saliva. Yes! It was wicked, it wasn't 
natural, and it had always repelled her before to do it or even think of it, 
but right now she wanted it more than anything in the world. She wanted to 
take Rusty's fat, stiff little cock in her mouth and suck him till he fed 
her his first cum! 

Rusty waited impatiently for Mrs. Gordon to keep her promise. He had no idea 
what it would feel like to cum, or what it was for, or how she would bring 
it about, but if it was as great as she said, he wanted her to do it right 
away! He wondered what she was waiting for. He opened his eyes and saw the 
plump, graying woman kneeling before him as if undecided. 

"What's the matter, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked in concern. "Aren't you going to 
make me cum?" 

Angela started. She'd forgotten that all her decision-making was keeping the 
boy in suspense. "Oh, yes, Rusty," she replied hastily, blushing a little, 
"I'll do it, don't worry! I was just trying to decide how I should do it." 

"Golly," cried Rusty, "Don't you know how?" He'd thought she knew 
everything! 

Angela laughed again at his innocence. "Oh, yes! But there are so many ways 
to do it! And they're all fun. It isn't an easy choice. But I think I've 
made up my mind now. Just close your eyes again, lean on me, and I'll do it 
to you now." 

"Great!" Rusty sighed in relief. 

He obeyed her orders and waited. Another couple of seconds passed, and then 
suddenly he gasped with surprise and pleasure as Angela abruptly sucked his 
cock all the way into her hot, wet mouth.... 

After giving Rusty his instructions, Angela had allowed herself one more 
long look at the pretty red glans of his cock. Then, her heart pounding with 
excitement, she fastened her hungry lips around the tender, moist flesh and 
swiftly sucked his cock inside the waiting cavern of her mouth, instantly 
delighting in the invading pressure. It was small, all right, and even in 
its new fatness it didn't take up much room, so she snuggled it tightly and 
hotly between her big tongue and the slick, hard roof of her mouth, creating 
a juicy, close-clinging nest where it could burrow and probe. Someday 
Rusty's magnificent, hard little prick would thrust its way into the similar 
snug, wet tightness of a girl's vagina, but right now Angela was giving him 
the best substitute there was, something more suited to his immature size. 
She began to suck his stiff, wriggling rod like a baby sucks a nipple, 
vigorously, greedily, fast. It was very pleasant, tempting her to increase 
her speed and pressure, and in a short time she was sucking so noisily and 
rapidly that his hard little cock was thrusting in and out as if he were 
jabbing it himself in eager rutting. Then Angela fumbled briefly between his 
legs and found his fat hot balls, squeezing and pumping them in time to the 
loud slurping and swishing of her tongue. 

Rusty meanwhile experienced such intense and undreamed-of pleasure that he 
almost wanted to cry with joy. As it was, he couldn't help digging his nails 
into Mrs. Gordon's shoulders and clinging for dear life, because otherwise 
he would fall, she was tugging his cock so hard and fast and making him so 
deliciously dizzy. He couldn't help his noises, either, sharp little squeals 
and moans and shrieks of delight. When she began playing with his balls, 
too, pumping them so pleasantly in her warm, soft hands, it was almost too 
much for him. He yelped loudly with pleasure and obeyed the instinctive urge 
to start jerking his hips in time to her powerful sucking, feeding his 
excited cock in and out of her mouth and quivering to the heady friction of 
her palate and tongue. 

"Ohhhhh!" he moaned dazedly. "Jeeze, this is great! Oh, oh, keep doing it, 
Mrs. Gordon, ahhhh!" 

He felt as if she were sucking something out of him, from deep in his belly, 
drawing out wave after wave of intense, thrilling pleasure, and sucking 
still harder and faster to draw out more. Her vigorous suction was pulling 
his stretched-out cock far into her hot, wet mouth now, deeper and deeper, 
and he eagerly pumped his hips to help her, to probe and dig as far as he 
could into the delicious juicy nest created by her pressing, curling tongue. 
He felt like he was rising off the ground now, weightless and flying, headed 
swiftly toward some unknown but wonderful destination. 

As Angela joyfully continued her swift, hard sucking of Rusty's cock, she 
sensed the boy's rapidly mounting excitement in the way he clung to her 
shoulders and jerked his slim hips and began a steady moaning and panting. 
It wouldn't be long now till she gave him his first orgasm! Never had she 
looked forward to anything so much as the moment when he'd squeal with 
surprised joy and squirt out his first seed into her greedy mouth. It would 
be all hers, every drop, and she wouldn't stop milking him, wouldn't release 
him, until she'd eaten it all! Angela gurgled eagerly, deep in her throat, 
as she thought of making him cum just for her. She gave him an extra hard 
suck, almost pulling him off his feet. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" groaned Rusty. "Oh, oh, oh, Jesus! AHHHHHHH!" 

He didn't know what hit him, he just knew the beautiful squirting sensation 
at the very tip of his hotly buried cock, and then he was jerking his hips 
like mad and pumping long streams of creamy stuff into Mrs. Gordon's 
greedily sucking mouth. It felt so great, he almost passed out. 

Angela moaned excitedly as the first hot little squirt of cum sizzled and 
splattered on the back of her throat, then used her mouth to pump the boy 
exquisitely, forcing hard-spurting jets of seed out of his frantically 
hammering cock. She gobbled it all, swallowing eagerly, sighing for more. 
Its taste was delicate, pleasant, so unlike George's rank, thick cum. Angela 
thought she could never get enough of it, and she gave a deep sigh of 
frustration as she sucked the little prick dry and empty. 

Rusty sank forward, exhausted, and Angela held him quietly for a few minutes 
while he caught his breath. She didn't have to ask how he felt or whether 
he'd enjoyed what she'd done-it was quite obvious that he'd experienced the 
most overwhelming joy of his life. At last, however, she glanced at the 
clock and saw that it was nearly five, time for Rusty to get back to the 
camp so as not to be missed at dinner. 

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Rusty when she told him the time. "I forgot all about 
it! I better split!" 

He hurried into his clothes, then raced to the door, pausing only to flash 
Angela a quick grin and say, "See you tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon! Thanks a lot!" 
Then he was gone. 

Angela watched out the window until his slim, graceful body and flying red 
hair were lost to view. She sighed then and went to lie down on her bed, 
physically and emotionally worn out by the outlandish events of the day. She 
hardly knew what to feel or think about it all. There was the exhilaration 
and lingering pleasure of her sexual play with Rusty, but there was also a 
numb sense of shock and bewilderment at herself. Not only had she 
experienced sexual desire for a male, for the first time in her life, she 
had done a completely unthinkable thing, seducing a small boy, engaging in 
oral sex with him, giving him his first orgasm. It all seemed unreal, like 
something a nymphomaniac or a pervert would do, not conceivable for a person 
of her age, strict beliefs, and respectable social position. She completely 
failed to understand why she'd acted as she did. 

Perhaps worst of all, however, was that in spite of her wild pleasure in 
sucking the boy off, she'd had no orgasm herself and was still burning and 
aching with horniness, a need more intense that she'd ever known. Well, at 
least now she knew what to do about it! There was no time to feel ashamed or 
try to control herself-she just had to cum! Sighing deeply and helplessly, 
Angela wrenched down the zipper of her jeans, fumbled between her legs, into 
the hot, soaked crotch of her panties, and thrust her middle finger roughly 
up the steaming, juicy hole of her vagina. 

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed. It felt so good.... 

Again she pretended that her stiff probing finger was Rusty's sweet little 
cock, nosing swiftly and deliciously up the slick, hot length of her cunt, 
then roughly and impatiently stabbing her with increasingly powerful jolts 
of pleasure. In her state of arousal, and with all the time she'd had to 
wait for release, it didn't take long. Soon she was bucking her wide hips so 
hard that the bed creaked and bounced, and her huge sagging tits were 
flopping and noisly slapping her chest. Her plunging finger made lewd 
squishing noises in the wetness of her cunt, and her cries of pleasure 
became animal shrieks and grunts. 

"Eeeeeee!" she squealed madly. "Uh, uh, uh, UHHHHH!" 

She felt the blinding blast of orgasm in her violently squeezing cunt and 
howled loudly and abandonedly as her body convulsed in a desperately needed 
cum. She spread her plump white legs grotesquely wide, to increase the rough 
penetration of her pumping finger, till at last her spasms faded away and 
she fell back limp and relieved on the bed. 

Tomorrow, she thought dizzily, Rusty would come back and bring his friend. 
Their little games were ended, unless she could think of some way to get him 
alone with her again. But she was too exhausted to think about that now. The 
air of the closed bedroom was steamy and fruity with the smells of female 
excitement and arousal, and it was warm, almost suffocating, even when she 
threw off her clothes. She felt very drowsy.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Angela woke with a start to find herself naked and shivering in the cold of 
the mountain dawn. She'd really passed out, sleeping through dinner time and 
the whole night! But it was another day now, and later Rusty would be here. 
She gave a sigh of regret as she remembered that he was to bring his buddy 
Tom. But her conscience told her that it was for the best-inhibited by Tom's 
presence, she wouldn't be tempted to seduce Rusty again or to corrupt him 
any more than she already had. She longed more than anything in the world to 
have Rusty alone again, to play blissfully and leisurely with his beautiful 
young body. But that was selfish. She must keep her hands off that innocent 
boy, leave him to a normal sexual development. Yes, the addition of Tom to 
their group was probably the best thing that could have happened. 

Rusty appeared at the usual time that afternoon, accompanied by a 
brown-haired boy about his own age and by an enormous black and white St. 

Bernard dog. Sitting at her easel on the hillside, Angela saw them running 
along the beach toward her property, and soon boys and dog stood before her. 

"Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" chirped Rusty. "This is my friend Tom and his dog Rex." 

"How do you do, Tom?" replied Angela. To her first inspection, the new boy 
seemed pleasant enough. He was eleven, a little taller and tanner than 
Rusty, with very curly golden brown hair and lively brown eyes. The dog she 
attempted to ignore: she had never cared much for dogs. She was wondering, 
however, what Rusty had told his friend about her, and she blushed to 
imagine that he might have told him everything, including yesterday's wild 
sex play. 

But Tom seemed quite innocent. "It sure is swell of you to let us use your 
beach, Mrs. Gordon," he said. "It's a lot better than fighting all the other 
guys for space and getting yelled at by Mr. Vaughn." 

"That's quite all right," smiled Angela. "You boys just go ahead and enjoy 
your swim." 

Angela pretended to be concentrating on her oil painting of the lake, but 
she kept sneaking glances at the two boys as they undressed. Tom was just as 
unembarrassed and innocent as Rusty when it came to nudity, pulling off his 
clothes in front of Angela, who was practically a stranger to him. Her brief 
glimpse of his genitals showed that they were about the same size as 
Rusty's, and just as white, hairless and pure-looking as his also. 

"Let's go!" whooped Rusty, and the two boys raced across the beach towards 
the water, small limp pricks flapping and bouncing, little reddish balls 
bumping and swaying between their legs. Angela forgot her painting entirely 
as she watched them running. She licked her lips and thought longingly of 
how nice it would be to inspect and fondle the adorable little pricks and 
balls of both boys at once. 

Then she came to her senses again, with a start. My God, what had she been 
thinking? It was bad enough, having seduced and sucked off one little 
boy-now she was contemplating doing it with two kids at the same time! What 
a dirty old woman I'm getting to be, she told herself. She made every effort 
now to stick to her painting, but it was hard not to notice the noisy play 
of the two young boys in the water. They were near the shore now, in water 
to their knees, chasing and splashing each other, and the big dog, Rex, had 
joined in their fun, romping beside them and barking loudly. 

The day was very hot, and even in her shorts and sleeveless cotton blouse, 
Angela was beginning to sweat. She envied the boys for being in the cool 
lake. She could join them, she supposed, but it would mean climbing the 
steep hill to the cabin to get her bathing suit, simply too much effort. She 
gave up trying to paint under the sun's hot glare, and instead she watched 
Tom and Rusty and Rex playing their water games. How she longed to touch 
those handsome, cool little bodies, to fondle and explore them! 

"How's the water, boys?" she called wistfully. 

"Oh, great, Mrs. Gordon!" yelled Rusty. "You oughta come in, too, and cool 
off!" 

"I'd love to," she laughed, "but I don't have a suit!" 

"Oh, we don't care about that, do we, Tom?" cried Rusty. "If we don't need 
one, Mrs. Gordon doesn't, either." 

"Heck, no," agreed Tom. "Come on in, Mrs. Gordon!" 

Angela flushed with temptation. They were inviting her-how could it be 
wrong? She felt some hesitation about appearing naked before Tom and Rusty, 
her big, flabby body in sharp contrast to their youthful slimness, and she 
realized how odd and suspicious it would look to anyone passing by. But so 
few people ever came this way. And the important thing was the boys' 
attitude: if they weren't upset or put off by the idea, then there could be 
no harm in it. Sweat trickled down her back, and she studied again the cool 
blue water, the enticing figures of the naked boys-and abruptly she rose 
from her stool and began taking off her clothes, her heart pounding with 
excitement. 

"Oh, boy, she's coming in!" cried Rusty. "Good for you, Mrs. Gordon!" 

Angela only smiled nervously as she removed her bra and began to step out of 
her panties. The two boys meanwhile tried to look nonchalant, swimming 
around lazily near the shore, so as not to show the friendly older woman how 
really excited they were. Neither had ever seen a woman undressed, and they 
were dying of curiosity. 

Angela set aside the last garment and walked quickly toward the water, too 
nervous to look the boys in the eye. She was sure that her mature, 
voluptuous body must be a spectacular sight to them. Reaching the lake, she 
waded quickly to deep water and swam out fast towards the center of the 
lake, blushing darkly, so excited that she hardly felt the chill. 

Rusty and Tom stared after her, goggle-eyed. They'd had only a brief glimpse 
before she plunged into the water and swam away, but that was enough to 
astonish and fascinate them. They'd known, of course, that girls are built 
differently from boys, but they sure as hell hadn't realized how big the 
difference was! They knew women had breasts, of course, but they hadn't 
dreamed any female could have a pair of jugs as huge as Mrs. Gordon's, great 
swollen white melons that bounced and swayed as she walked, the nipples 
brown and long and erect. They knew, too, that women had no cock or balls, 
but they hadn't been prepared for the sight of Angela's big dark mat of 
pussy fur that seemed to cover the whole lower half of her belly. It was 
spectacular, all right, and they were dying for another view, a chance to 
study her at leisure. 

Exchanging a brief glance of wonder, they swam after her. Out in the middle 
of the lake, safely covered by the water, Angela felt more at ease, and they 
had several swimming races, which she easily won with her superior strength. 
But it was tiring, too, and now Angela had to head for shallow water so she 
could rest. The boys swam right along beside her, breathlessly awaiting the 
moment when she'd stand up and give them another view of her curious female 
body. 

"Oh, my, I'm exhausted!" exclaimed Angela as she reached waist-high water 
and stopped to rest. She was aware that both boys were gawking at her big 
white tits as if she were a Martian, but there wasn't much she could do 
about it. It was funny, in fact, the way they couldn't stop staring; she 
felt like teasing them. 

"Why, goodness, boys!" she said and laughed. "Haven't you ever seen a 
woman's breasts before? I think your eyes will pop out if you don't be 
careful!" 

Both boys blushed deep red but still couldn't look anywhere else but at her 
mountainous, heavily floating tits. "Uh ... no, ma'am," muttered Rusty, "I, 
uh, guess not." 

Beneath the clear surface of the water he could also see the enormous dark 
patch of her pubic hair, curly and waving. Angela in turn watched beneath 
the water and saw the boys' pale little cocks bobbing and floating, 
completely unresisting to the current. She knew it was no use now trying to 
check her desires-somehow she'd end up touching those chubby little pricks. 
The only thing left was to devise some excuse for doing so. She glanced at 
the pop-eyed, open-mouthed boys, standing fascinated only a few feet away 
from her, and she got an idea. 

"Well," she said and chuckled, "since you're so set on staring at them, 
maybe you'd like to touch them, too! Go ahead, I don't mind." 

Rusty flashed her a look of delighted disbelief. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Gordon! You 
really mean it?" 

"I wouldn't have said so if I didn't," she laughed. 

"Groovy!" muttered Rusty. 

He stepped closer to her, reached out very timidly, and laid his cold little 
hand on one of Angela's huge sagging breasts, feeling and petting it shyly. 
Tom could hardly wait to follow suit. He hurried over and began touching the 
other tit, finding it very soft and smooth and pleasant to rub. The boys' 
small brown hands were dwarfed by the older woman's mammoth breasts, and 
even their fingers were thinner than her big brown nipples which stood erect 
and tingling with the chill of the water. First Rusty, then Tom, gently 
nudged and rubbed a nipple, and it felt bumpy and hard, not like the silky 
blue-veined skin of her breasts. 

Angela was getting aroused, faster and more deeply than ever before. The 
very idea of letting two small boys play with her tits was enough to make 
her wildly horny, but in addition their gentle, timid caresses make her 
shiver with sensual pleasure. As they began to finger and rub her nipples, 
her cunt gave a sharp contraction and spurted out a load of hot cream that 
stained the water between her legs. But Rusty and Tom didn't notice 
that-they were too busy exploring her tits. She smiled to herself as she 
listened to their rapid, excited breathing and watched the wondering, 
hesitant way they touched her. 

"Golly," Tom sighed at last, "they sure are something! I didn't realize they 
could get so big!" 

"Me, either!" agreed Rusty. "They sure are soft, too." He sighed and ran his 
hands all over her left breast, ending with a feathery rubbing of her nipple 
that nearly made Angela gasp aloud with pleasure. 

Tom, meanwhile, was staring beneath the water at the awesome extent of her 
snatch. He swallowed hard, licked his lips in fascination, and finally asked 
hesitantly, "Uh, Mrs. Gordon, would you mind if we, uh, touched you there, 
too?" His wide-eyed stare told her what place he meant. 

Angela was so excited she could hardly keep her voice calm and soothing. 
"Why, of course not, Tom! You can both touch me anywhere you like." 

To make it easier for them to touch her, the smiling Angela waded into 
shallower water, till she was covered only to her knees. The boys followed 
and watched in complete absorption as her big dark-haired mons emerged from 
the water, dripping and curling tightly before their eyes. 

Angela watched, too, in equal fascination, as thenlittle pricks were 
uncovered, drooping and dripping like tiny faucets. She wanted to reach out 
and tweak them playfully, but decided she'd better go slow and not alarm the 
boys. 

She closed her eyes now, enjoying the warming rays of the sun, and waited 
eagerly for Rusty and Tom to begin exploring her pussy fur. She didn't have 
to wait long. Emboldened by her calm, friendly permission, the two boys 
waded right up to her and began petting her there, finding the curls 
unexpectedly soft and delicate. A little pressure of their small hands 
discovered the plump, pouting mons beneath, and the fleshy lips concealed by 
the forest of her snatch. 

"Jeeze," Tom said wonderingly, "what's it all for? How come grown-ups get 
hair on their bodies, anyway?" 

"A good question," said Angela. "I don't think anyone really knows, although 
some scientiest think it helped primitive people attract the opposite sex." 
She kept her eyes closed, hoping the boys would want to explore her body 
further. 

She felt a shiver of delight as small, searching hands began to roam softly 
over her body, touching her breasts again, her belly, and her enormous, fat, 
white buttocks. Then Tom returned to the place that fascinated him most, the 
mat of brown fur on her lower belly. He was intensely curious. If women 
didn't have cocks, how could they piss? There must be some kind of equipment 
between their legs. He found again the thick, fleshy lips of her mons and 
gently separated them, revealing a very strange thing, indeed-a fat red bump 
of flesh, moist and gleaming, that served no purpose he could imagine. He 
poked it timidly with his finger, and Angela sighed and shuddered. 

"What is that thing, Mrs. Gordon?" Tom asked. 

"It's called the clitoris," Angela replied. "Women like to be touched there 
very much." 

"Yeah, but what's it for?" 

Angela laughed. "Nothing, really, except to give pleasure." 

Tom found this hard to understand, that a person could have an organ that 
did nothing but make them feel good. But he didn't stop to wonder about it 
very long. He was too anxious to explore Angela's strange, female parts. His 
small, curious fingers tickled and fumbled around between her legs, over the 
aroused, rapidly moistening folds of her vulva, until they reached the 
sharply recessed, humid mouth of her creaming cunt. Gingerly, Tom probed 
around the opening, then eased a finger inside. Angela shivered, then 
moaned.... 

Meanwhile, because Tom was so busy at Angela's front, Rusty moved behind her 
and began exploring there. He'd never seen an ass that large before, though 
he said nothing, for fear of offending her. Instead, he slowly eased apart 
the huge, white cheeks of her buttocks, till at last he glimpsed the 
brownish pucker of her anus. Burning with curiosity, he laid one small 
fingertip on the bumpy skin, pressed, and judged from Angela's sighing 
response that she enjoyed being touched there. Emboldened, Rusty circled the 
tight-lipped anal mouth with his fingertip, seeking entrance, but when he 
foUnd none, he began to work his finger very gently and slowly inside. 
Angela moaned again and responded by relaxing the anal sphincter, so that 
his exploring finger popped right in, sliding deliciously into the tight, 
slick tunnel of her anus.... 

Angela was in a frenzy of pleasure now, with two little fingers probing her 
most sensitive orifices, one in her cunt and one in her ass. The young boys 
didn't understand that they were giving her intense sexual arousal with 
their rhythmic, steady poking; they only sensed that she somehow enjoyed it, 
and they were absorbed in their exploration of her secret passages. But 
Angela couldn't hold still. She needed action, needed to do some touching 
and exploring herself.... 

"Ahhhh!" she said and sighed. "That feels so nice, boys! But now it's my 
turn to examine you. I want you to stand close together, in front of me." 

Reluctantly the boys obeyed. It was only fair, of course, that she should 
have her turn, but they wondered when they would ever get another chance 
like this one, to make an unhindered and unhurried exploration of a grown, 
naked woman's body. Rusty and Tom stood "side by side before Angela, tanned, 
slim, and unspoiled. She licked her lips, wondering where to begin. Why not 
with the place she liked best? 

Rusty and Tom gasped with pleasure as the eager woman suddenly darted out 
her hands and cupped their limp young balls, squeezing and palpitating them 
warmly, gently. Tom especially was surprised. He didn't know why she should 
want to play with him there, or why it should give him such a wonderful 
feeling, but he sure hoped she wouldn't rush it. Rusty wasn't so startled. 
He remembered yesterday's amazing and delightful play, and he hoped there'd 
be a repeat of that action. He just wondered what his friend was thinking. 
He hadn't dared tell Tom what Mrs. Gordon had done to him at her cabin, how 
she'd sucked on his cock like it was candy until he somehow exploded with 
pleasure and shot sticky cream into her mouth. He knew Tom wouldn't believe 
him, anyway, and he sensed that Mrs. Gordon didn't want him to tell. But now 
... Maybe she'd do it to both of them! That would be great! Rusty shivered 
with happy anticipation as Angela gently and expertly kneaded and palmed his 
young balls. 

Angela loved the warm snuggling of the boys' little testicles in her curling 
fingers, but all the time she toyed with them, she was hungrily eying their 
white, wobbling cocks. She could tell from the way the boys were sighing and 
trembling that they enjoyed what she was doing, but obviously they felt no 
sharp excitement yet, for their two little pricks were still quite flabby 
and drooping. Both were soft, white, and slightly wrinkled in their flaccid 
state, and both ended in that funny little point of skin that concealed the 
virgin, red glans That was the part she wanted most to touch and taste, the 
moist, hidden cockhead, with its cleft fruit and tiny dark hole. Now she 
could wait no longer. Giving their balls a final, breath-taking squeeze, she 
dropped them, letting them bounce and swing neglected, and curled her 
fingers around the two fat, soft pricks that drooped so temptingly before 
her. She squeezed them, pumped them, and bounced them mischievously in the 
hot palm of her hand. 

"Such nice little cocks you have!" Angela purred. "Do you mind if I play 
with them for a while?" 

"Oh, wow, no!" exclaimed Tom, before Rusty could even open his mouth. Both 
boys closed their eyes to concentrate on her sweet petting ano pumping of 
their pricks, but only Rusty knew that even better things might be coming 
after that. He was glad Tom was enjoying it all, and he felt he could relax 
now and just dig it. Then, when Mrs. Gordon took his foreskin firmly between 
thumb and index finger, he knew what was coming next, and he moaned 
gratefully.... 

Angela felt unbelievably privileged, to have two beautiful young boys at her 
disposal, entirely trusting and willing, two marvelous little cocks to play 
with. She could do whatever she wanted, the boys wouldn't object. She 
quivered with greedy power, then seized both wrinkled foreskins and began 
working them back as quickly as she could, with forceful tugs. Both boys 
gasped and nearly lost their balance as she swiftly and deftly worked the 
two foreskins completely back to expose the sensitive, red glans of their 
pricks. 

"Lean on me!" she whispered, as the two boys reeled with heady pleasure. 
Instantly, blindly, they put out their hands and rested them on her 
shoulders. 

"Ahhhhh!" sighed Tom. "Jeeze, that's great!" 

"Too much!" affirmed Rusty. "Oh, please keep doing it, Mrs. Gordon!" 

Angela did continue, though not as long as Rusty wanted. Soon she had licked 
both small cocks clean of their flavors and was impatient to go on to 
something else. Panting with lewd excitement, she ordered huskily, "Turn 
around now, boys!" 

With sighs of reluctance, they obeyed. It had been so great, the way she'd 
licked their cocks, and they were sorry it was over, too disappointed even 
to wonder what she'd do next. They waited gloomily, then suddenly gasped in 
chorus at a marvelous sensation they'd never even dreamed of before.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As the boys turned in obedience to her command, Angela had admired their 
firm little asses, briefly squeezing and patting them, but that was just a 
pleasant preliminary to her main goal. Spreading both small pairs of 
buttocks with her long fingers, she gazed at twin pink, puckered anuses, 
unspoiled and untried holes that pouted temptingly before her feverish eyes. 
There was no way she could enjoy them both at once, but if she worked fast 
enough, neither boy would feel neglected. First she leaned close between 
Rusty's slightly spread legs, stuffed her hot, fat tongue forcefully into 
his asshole, and, before he could even finish his startled but delighted 
exclamation, she withdrew and stuffed Tom's anus in the same way. Back and 
forth she went, stuffing and unstuffing, darting sharp, hot stabs of 
pleasure into each boy in turn, wondering at the constricted tightness of 
both little tunnels, and their peculiar but not unpleasant taste. With each 
attack she worked her slick, long tongue farther inside, leaving both 
puckered mouths pleasantly bruised and flushed.... 

"Ah, Jesus!" cried Rusty. "Isn't this the greatest, Tom?" 

"Man, yes!" squealed his friend. "Uh, uh, UHHHHH!" 

As their asses were penetrated and tongue-fucked ever faster and harder, 
both boys felt powerful sensations jolting from anus to balls to cock, like 
a sharp electric current. First they felt their flapping balls tingle, 
stiffen, and suddenly swell to almost aching fullness, crowded and bulging 
now between their legs like a foreign presence. Then the tingling rippled on 
up the shafts of their young cocks, making the small, drooping organs twitch 
madly, fill, and straighten up in unfamiliar tightness. Rusty had a 
cock-stand even stiffer than yesterday, and Tom experienced the first 
hard-on of his life. Both boys felt their genitals throbbing and glowing, 
eager for action, though they hardly knew what kind of action they 
wanted..... 

Angela saw it, too. As she squatted behind the boys, greedily reaming their 
tight, pungent assholes with her long, probing tongue, she felt their bodies 
quiver, heard their deep moaning, and then observed the sudden swelling of 
their rosy testicles. Reaching around on both sides, she felt two small 
cocks spring up hard, nudging stiffly into the palm of her hand. She 
laughed. 

"Why, boys!" she exclaimed huskily. "I've given you both an erection! You 
must have liked what I was doing!" 

"Oh, wow, yes!" sighed Tom. "But how come our balls and cocks got so stiff? 
What does it mean?" 

"It means you're excited," purred Angela, "and that you need to cum-doesn't 
it, Rusty?" 

"Yeah," the red-haired boy replied excitedly, "like yesterday! Oh, golly, 
Mrs. Gordon, it sure would be cool if you'd suck Tom's cock, like you did 
mine! I bet he'd really dig it!" 

"I'm sure he would," said Angela, "but what about you, Rusty? Don't you want 
me to make you cum, too?" 

"Oh, yeah," sighed Rusty, "but do Tom first! He's never cum before." 

"That's very generous of you, Rusty," said Angela. "Tom is lucky to have a 
friend like you. Very well, I'll take Tom first." 

She made the boys turn around again and saw that their small pricks were 
almost bursting with stiffness, the red glans swollen and oozing droplets of 
lubricating cream. She couldn't resist lapping it all up in hot, rough 
strokes of her tongue, before she spoke again. "Now, Tom," she said 
soothingly, "I'm going to suck you off. I did it to Rusty yesterday, and he 
enjoyed it very much. You'll understand when I start to do it, so I won't 
bother with any long explanations. Ready?" 

"Well, I guess so," said Tom nervously. He didn't have the slightest idea 
what she and Rusty were talking about, and it sounded so important, it kind 
of scared him. 

"Don't worry, Tom," his friend urged, "It's really great! She takes your 
cock in her mouth and sucks it, and it just blows your mind!" 

"Okay," stuttered Tom, "if you say so, Rusty!" 

To prevent further argument, Angela simply bent down, seized Tom's fat, 
pointing prick between her lips, and swiftly sucked it into her burning, wet 
mouth. She began to give him a vigorous, heady pumping between tongue and 
palate, a devastating attack of sensation that left him gasping and 
speechless. Oh, man, there had never been anything like this! He'd never 
dreamed such intense pleasure was possible! Groaning and closing his eyes, 
he leaned on Angela's shoulders and submitted himself to her completely, 
letting her tongue and suck and pump his willing cock in the squishing, hot 
nest of her mouth, hoping she'd never stop. Angela squatted happily before 
him, seizing the small, tight globes of his buttocks and pulling him closer 
to her, so she could get all of his adorable, stiff little cock into her 
hungry mouth, sucking it in hard till his hot, swollen balls slapped her 
chin. 

"Uuuhhhh!" squealed Tom. "Yeah, yeah! This is outa sight!" 

Angela sucked away happily, so aroused now that her excited cunt dripped a 
steady stream of juices into the water, and Tom continued to squeal and moan 
and quiver with pleasure as his virgin cock was pressed and squeezed in the 
burning tightness of her curling tongue and sucked-in cheeks. She seemed to 
be sucking the very life out of him, but he didn't care.... 

But two onlookers were not so joyful. Rusty was regretting deeply the fact 
that he'd let Tom go first, and he was afraid that after sucking and eating 
all Tom's cum, Mrs. Gordon would be too tired to take him on. His cock was 
so stiff and aching, he could hardly stand it, and he was ready to cry with 
frustration. How he longed to be in Tom's place, his eager little prick 
buried deep in the sucking furnace of Angela's mouth! 

The dog Rex wasn't happy, either. When the boys had taken him along that 
afternoon, he'd looked forward to a happy romp in the water with Rusty and 
Tom, but they'd hardly played with him at all. They'd ignored him in favor 
of this big female he'd never seen before and who didn't seem to care about 
dogs. Alone and unnoticed, the big St. Bernard stood in the water and 
watched the scene with mournful brown eyes. He wished the woman would 
include him in the exciting play that was going on. He sniffed the air, and 
suddenly his ears pricked up with excitement. Dim memories came to him, 
something very exciting, some scent that reminded him of female dogs and the 
intense pleasure he'd experienced with them.... 

Tom's stiff, small cock was steadily oozing its creamy juices now, and 
Angela joyously swallowed them, using her skillful tongue and cheeks to pump 
out more. She could tell by the way Tom was starting to jerk his hips that 
he was close to his first cum, and as she imagined him shooting her hungry 
mouth full of his first, virgin seed, she groaned deep in her throat, and 
her aroused cunt contracted sharply and spat out a flood of juices. Angela 
wondered if Rusty was aroused by watching her suck off his friend, and she 
glanced up at him. To her dismay she saw that the boy was obviously unhappy 
and jealous. How stupid of her! With his own cock aching for action, with 
his memories of yesterday's marvelous release, how could he just stand and 
wait patiently while she satisfied another boy? She must help him. She spat 
out Tom's prick, leaving it to wag bewilderedly, and gasped. 

"Rusty, there's room for you, too! Quick, stand very close to Tom, and I'll 
suck you both!" 

"Oh, boy!" cried Rusty. 

He squeezed up against his friend, and Angela held the two boys by their 
hips and pressed them even closer together, so that both delicious, 
red-tipped cocks were within the reach of her greedy mouth, rubbing stiffly 
together and pointing right at her. With a gurgle of excitement, she opened 
her mouth wide, clamped her feverish lips around the two impatient little 
rods, and sucked them both swiftly, hotly, into her mouth. 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Rusty. "That's more like it! Isn't this wild, Tom?" 

"Oh, man, yeah!" breathed his friend. "But what's this cumming thing?" 

"It's when you shoot cream out of your cock," gasped Rusty, as Angela's 
forceful, red-hot sucking made him close his eyes and quiver with dizzying 
pleasure. 

"But-ah, uh, ohhhh! You'll see!" 

Angela felt like giggling at the incredible wickedness of what she was 
doing. Sucking off two small boys at once! She'd never dreamed she was 
capable of such lewdness, yet not only did she feel no repulsion or guilt, 
she was enjoying it intensely. She worked so fast and hard that her cheeks 
began to ache, knowing that a double load of boyish cum would be her sweet 
reward.... 

Meanwhile the big dog Rex hovered nearby, quivering with growing excitement. 
He steadily watched the three human beings, huddled so closely together, and 
sensed their wild pleasure, not only from their shrill, abandoned cries and 
the throaty gurgles of the woman, but from the odors that grew stronger and 
stronger in his nostrils, smells of human sexual arousal, smells of rutting. 
These things met a sharp instinctual response in the St. Bernard, making him 
prick up his ears, sniff vigorously, and stiffen excitedly. Yes, he 
understood what the strange scene was all about, but was there no place for 
him in it? All his powerful urge to mate was upon him now, yet there seemed 
no way to satisfy it. 

The big dog howled mournfully, but no one paid him any attention. Rex padded 
quickly through the water, over to where the big woman squatted and the two 
boys leaned tensely on her shoulders, their eyes shut tight in sexual 
abandon, as she noisily sucked their cocks. Rex sniffed. The smells were 
much stronger here, all the rutting odors that so deeply excited him. Little 
of it emanated from the boys, and he was not much interested in them now. 
The sharpest, most compelling smells seemed to be coming from the woman. Rex 
sniffed again. Yes, all those exciting scents were coming from her, from 
between her legs. Rex stepped closer and saw a steady flow of cream dripping 
from some place between the woman's legs, creating a spreading stain in the 
water. This was what he sought. His tongue lolled out, and he began to 
drool. He felt an overpowering urge to lick and taste at the hidden source 
of that pungent cream, if only he could find it.... 

As Angela continued her slurping, squishing pressure on the boys' tingling 
cocks, Rusty felt that it was even better than yesterday, when she had 
sucked him off alone. There was added excitement and pleasure now, as his 
swift-thrusting little prick kept bumping and colliding against Tom's 
equally hard rod, as both probed and jabbed ever deeper into the hot, spongy 
recesses of Angela's squeezing mouth. Every jolt, against her palate, 
tongue, or cheek lining, or against the remarkable hardness of Tom's 
thundering cock, made Rusty moan with delight, and he could tell from the 
wild squeals and groans Tom was making that his friend was digging it just 
as much as he was. And then, oh, Jesus! Rusty nearly fainted with pleasure 
as he felt Angela's little finger suddenly worm its way deliriously into the 
tight hole of his anus, then begin a teasing, probing rhythm, working in 
deeper and deeper. 

"Ohhhh! Christ!" shrieked Tom. "She's got her finger in my asshole! Jeeze, 
it's good! Is she doing it to you, too?" 

"Yeah," whined Rusty, "too much!" 

Angela smiled to herself at the boys' ecstatic exchange of notes. She liked 
the wriggling pressure of their tight, gripping assholes on her teasing 
fingers, but she had more than that in mind when she stuck her fingers in 
there! She was going to make the two boys cum like they'd never expected, 
make them feed her gallons of their delicious seed! That would be beautiful! 

But there was another part of her that needed feeding, too. Much as she 
enjoyed sucking the sweet little pricks and fingering the tight little 
anuses of Tom and Rusty, it would certainly not be sufficient to make her 
cum, too. She knew the mind-blasting pleasure she'd experience when she 
finally brought them off and they squirted her throat full of their 
delicious cum, but even that, the thing she'd been working for all along, 
wouldn't be enough to give her a climax, a satisfaction of her own. 

No, she needed something more, rough and expert probing of her creaming 
genitals, the satisfaction of all those aching, swollen parts that cried for 
friction. She needed her cunt stuffed and banged steadily, brutally, till 
she came. But there was no chance of that. She must be content to wait till 
later, after the boys had gone, when she could find swift release with her 
own fingers.... 

Rex could not restrain himself. Bending close behind the squatting female, 
he'd discovered the source of the exciting, pungent cream, a small, oozing 
hole between her legs, and it was here that he wanted to lick and lap and 
taste. Trembling with sexual arousal, the enormous dog snaked out his 
dripping, red tongue and flicked it tentatively all along the thick-swollen, 
hot folds of Angela's clit and labia. Yes, that was the taste he sought! 
Happily, vigorously, the big dog set to work, licking and tasting every fold 
and crevice of her deep pink slit, his tongue stiff, rough, and wet.... 

"Ummmmmm! UUUUGGGGHHHH!" Her mouth stuffed with the boys' wildly plunging 
cocks, Angela could only make inarticulate noises deep in her throat as the 
unexpected and exquisite sensations began to wave over her, unbelievably 
sharp and stunning pleasure radiating from her creaming slit. She couldn't 
imagine what was causing it-perhaps the lapping of the water-but it was just 
what she so desperately needed, the sweet, prolonged massaging and probing 
of her swollen clit, her puffed, hot labia, and the starved, gasping mouth 
of her cunt. It was a delicious, hot, rough licking that made her vagina 
spurt floods of juices and caused her to pump her hips for more friction. 
Oh, my God, it was good ...! 

Suddenly she felt something she recognized all too well, a moist, cold, 
bumpy hardness against the contracting mouth of her anus. A dog's nose! Oh, 
good God, no! It had to be that dog of Tom's, that big shaggy brute! Angela 
moaned with disgust and nausea. The awful creature was behind her, licking 
her cunt! In her first shock, she stopped sucking the wildly excited boys 
and began to spit out their cocks, thinking only of punishing the dog. 

"Oh, don't stop, Mrs. Gordon!" wailed Rusty. "Please, I'm just about to 
cum!" 

"Please, Mrs. Gordon!" Tom cried, equally frantic. "Don't stop now! I just 
couldn't take it!" 

Angela thought quickly: it would be cruel and unfair to abandon the boys 
now, when she'd worked them up almost to orgasm. And she would lose her 
reward, too, those lovely gulps and swallows of salty young cum. Were they 
to be cheated of all this pleasure by that damned dog? No, she wouldn't 
allow it! She'd just ignore the beast and deal with him later! Angela began 
again her swift, hard sucking of the boys' pricks, and they responded with 
happy groans and rapid jerks of their hips. 

She knew that both boys would shoot their wads in a matter of seconds now, 
and she was tremendously excited. Yet she couldn't ignore what the dog was 
doing to her. Apparently loving the taste of her steadily spurting cunt 
juices, the St. Bernard was licking away more rapidly than ever, and, 
although Angela resisted the idea as much as she could, the sensation was 
definitely pleasurable. Never had she felt anything so sweet, so powerfully 
exciting, as the swift, rough licking of the animal's enormous, drooling 
tongue. She began to moan steadily, lifting her hips and spreading her legs 
so the dog could get at her more easily. Even as she did so, the dog 
responded with an excited howl and snaked his huge long tongue the whole 
length of her slick vagina, eagerly seeking more of the creamy fluid that 
aroused him. 

"UUUUHHHHH!" groaned Angela. The swift, hot penetration of the St. Bernard's 
tongue was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever known, and as the big dog 
worked his tongue steadily, hungrily, in the depths of her cunt, she 
exploded into a blinding orgasm that shook and rattled her whole body. She 
gulped and sucked frantically at the two stiff, jabbing little cocks that 
filled her mouth, and the violent action brought off both boys at once. She 
gurgled ecstatically as she felt the hot jets of sperm beginning to flood 
her throat, and she swallowed blissfully, all the while writhing and 
twisting around the delightful impalement of Rex's fat tongue. 

"EEeeeee!" squealed Rusty. "I'm cumming! Oh, man!" 

"Me, too!" shrieked Tom. "Ah, uh, AHHHH!" 

Both boys sobbed with pleasure as they felt their young balls tighten, then 
pump fiery streams of cum out of the wildly twitching heads of their little 
cocks. Angela gurgled and swallowed every last drop, until at last the two 
boys fell exhausted into her arms. She braced herself to catch them, and as 
she did so, she automatically lowered her buttocks to maintain her balance, 
cruelly wrenching her creaming genitals away from the happily licking dog. 
Rex whined in frustration, but no one paid any attention to him. 

"Oh, jeeze!" gasped Tom. "That was great, Mrs. Gordon! I just about fainted, 
it felt so good!" 

"Me, too," said Rusty. "Could we do it again tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon?" 

Angela laughed lazily. "You certainly are greedy, Rusty! I'll have to think 
it over. But right now, you two had better get back to camp. You've been 
gone a long time." 

"Oh, jeeze, right!" squeaked Rusty. "I forgot all about the time! We'll see 
you tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon!" 

"Yeah," added Tom, "thanks a lot!" 

Angela only smiled as the two boys sped toward the shore and started 
fumbling into their clothes. She was too drained and bewildered to speak. 
She felt the steady throbbing of sexual satisfaction in her cunt and labia, 
and she was deeply ashamed. It was bad enough to have sucked off two little 
boys and swallowed their cum-how could she ever excuse herself for letting a 
dog lick her to orgasm? Briefly, wildly, she remembered how wonderful it had 
felt when Rex's fat, drooling tongue had first plunged unexpectely into her 
cunt. She blushed deeply. As boys and dog ran off in the direction of the 
camp, she waded out into the lake and dived in. Perhaps with the icy shock 
of the water she wouldn't think about it for a while.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The chill of the mountain lake distracted Angela's thoughts briefly from the 
outlandish little orgy of the afternoon, and she prolonged her distraction 
by having too many drinks before dinner and going to sleep early. But the 
next morning she remembered all too well what she'd done-stripping before 
two little boys, sucking their cocks simultaneously, letting a dog lick her 
genitals and loving it! She hardly recognized herself any more, and she was 
frightened. If she could go this far in only a few days, what might she do 
next? She resolved to go no farther: when Tom and Rusty came for their swim 
that afternoon, she'd break off their relationship before they all got into 
trouble. 

It was another scorching day, and Angela was sweating and uncomfortable as 
she sat at her easel on the wooded hillside, waiting for the boys. Really, 
she should just have stayed in the cabin and avoided the heat; but she 
wanted to talk to the boys and make sure they understood that there would be 
no more sex play. At last she saw them coming, far down the beach, two slim 
little figures followed by a large dog. Angela blushed deeply and frowned. 
Damn it, they would bring Rex! She didn't even want to look at the animal! 
The sight of the shaggy, black and white St. Bernard brought back memories 
that were far too humiliating. 

Presently boys and dog came panting up the hill to where Angela sat. "Hi, 
Mrs. Gordon!" chirped Rusty, pushing a strand of red hair off his sweaty 
forehead. "Man, it's hot today, isn't it? Are you coming in to swim with 
us?" 

"Not today, Rusty," she replied coldly. "You boys go ahead and have your 
swim. Afterwards I want to talk to you." 

The boys exchanged uneasy and disappointed glances, but they obeyed Angela 
without question. It was her beach, after all, and they didn't want to lose 
the privilege of swimming there. Still they wished she would come in with 
them, play with them, and let them explore her fascinating body as she'd 
done yesterday. Why was she angry and distant? What had they done to annoy 
her? 

"Shit," whispered Rusty as he and Tom pulled off their clothes, "I wonder 
what's bugging her? She probably won't even suck us off today!" 

"Yeah," said Tom, "but at least we can swim. It's a lot better here than at 
camp, with Ol' Vaughn yelling at us all the time." 

"I guess so," said Rusty. He couldn't get very excited about plain old 
swimming, not now. He felt sad that his friend, Mrs. Gordon, seemed put out, 
and he was ready to cry with disappointment when she didn't take off her 
clothes and join them as they'd expected. 

The subdued boys waded slowly out into the water, then dived in, the big dog 
Rex paddling after them. All the while, Angela watched them out of the 
corner of her eye, not wanting them to notice her observation. She couldn't 
resist this last look at their superb young bodies-surely it couldn't hurt 
if she only looked! She felt as sad as the boys did at the break-up of their 
games, and she felt guilty, too, about making them unhappy. But wasn't this 
really best for everybody in the long run? She sighed deeply, then forced 
herself to return to her painting. 

Angela worked steadily, not permitting herself even a glance at the swimming 
boys, and half an hour passed before she noticed that the light was fading 
and the air was suddenly growing cold. She looked up at the sky and saw, to 
her surprise, that dark gray storm clouds were moving in fast, signaling the 
approach of summer thunder and lightning. It would be dangerous for the boys 
to be out in such weather, prey to lightning bolts and falling trees. 

Angela quickly gathered and packed her painting equipment, then ran to the 
shore of the lake and called, "Rusty! Tom! There's a storm coming! Let's get 
up to the cabin!" 

The boys heard her and began to swim for shore as fast as they could, Rex 
paddling along beside them. They stumbled onto the beach, alarmed now by the 
thickly gathering storm clouds, and hurried toward their clothes. The first 
flash of lightning burst in the sky, and thunder shook the ground. 

"Don't take time to dress!" cried Angela. "Just grab your clothes, and let's 
run for it!" 

The boys obeyed without a word, and Rusty led the way, sprinting up the 
steep path, Tom right behind him, then Angela, then Rex. Though the run up 
the hill was a considerable effort for an overweight woman, Angela still 
found herself concentrating on the sight in front of her, the two beautiful 
naked boys dashing gracefully in the lead, their rosy balls flopping hard 
between their slim legs, their small white cocks bouncing wildly. She wished 
she had just one more chance to touch them and play with them, but quickly 
she buried the idea. Her mind was made up. 

They reached the cabin and stumbled inside, the boys shivering in spite of 
their run, still wet from the icy swim. Angela was sweating, hot, and out of 
breath, but her housewife's instinct alerted her at once to the entrance of 
the dog Rex with his dusty paws, messing up the carpet. 

"Tom," she said, "your dog's pretty dirty! Do you mind keeping him on the 
porch?" 

"Oh, no, Mrs. Gordon," Tom said and blushed. "I'm sorry! I just didn't think 
about it!" 

Tom called his dog and shut the animal outside, while Angela went for 
towels. The two boys were nearly blue with cold, and their teeth were 
chattering. Angela wrapped them tightly in big bath towels and made them sit 
on the couch in front of the fireplace. 

"Just hang in there," she said, "while I get a fire going! Your misery 
should be over soon!" 

The boys were too frozen to reply. They only sat and shivered while Angela 
got a good fire going in the fireplace, then headed for the kitchen. 

"I'll make some cocoa," she called. "That should warm you up!" 

Gradually, as they drank hot cocoa and absorbed the heat of the fire, Tom 
and Rusty stopped shaking, and pretty soon they were talking cheerfully to 
Angela. 

"Jeeze, that's some storm!" remarked Tom. "The thunder's shaking the house!" 

"Yeah, wild!" agreed Rusty. "I wonder if it'll go on all night?" 

"I doubt it," said Angela. Needing to be cooled rather than warmed, she'd 
made herself a martini and was already feeling its pleasant relaxation. 
"These summer storms are usually pretty short. I wouldn't be surprised if it 
cleared up in time for you to swim again." 

"Brrrr!" said Tom. "That's the last thing I want to do right now!" 

Rain hit the cabin windows in a sudden loud spatter, and everyone was very 
glad to be warm and snug inside. Angela finished her martini and made 
herself another. For a while she was content to sit by the fire and chat 
with the boys, noting how fresh and handsome they looked, wrapped in their 
towels, their hair drying and beginning to fluff out, Tom's gold brown and 
curly, Rusty's straight and bright orange. But as time passed and the second 
martini fuzzed her thoughts, she began to imagine the boys' sweet, naked 
bodies beneath the towels, and she wanted more than anything to touch them. 
She caught herself slipping into a mood of rapidly building lust, and she 
decided to put temptation out of the way. 

"Well, we've been lazy long enough," she said, getting to her feet. "Time 
for you to towel off and dress." 

The boys sighed and stood up and began to rub themselves with the big bath 
towels. Angela couldn't resist the opportunity for a little innocent 
touching, and she helped both boys in turn, first Tom and then Rusty, 
seizing a corner of the towel and drying the spots they'd missed. She 
noticed that neither had thought to dry between his legs, and she directed 
her attention there, rubbing the soft towel over anus and balls and drooping 
cock. 

"Golly, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty said as Angela toweled his flushed, limp 
testicles, "it sure would be nice if you'd suck our cocks again, like you 
did yesterday-wouldn't it, Tom?" 

"It sure would!" exclaimed his friend. "We've got time, don't we? I mean, we 
can't go back to camp till the storm's over. Please, Mrs. Gordon, would you 
do it again?" 

"Oh, boys," Angela said, "you don't understand! I know you enjoy it, but it 
really isn't right! We'd get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out about 
it." 

"But nobody will!" cried Rusty. "There's nobody here but us, and Tom and I 
won't ever tell!" 

"Right!" agreed Tom. "Anyhow, what's so wrong with it? It's fun! It doesn't 
hurt anybody!" 

"I know," Angela replied patiently, "but most people wouldn't see it our 
way. They'd consider it nasty and wrong." 

"But that's stupid!" Rusty said angrily. "What makes it any of their 
business? Why can't we do what we want to, as long as we're not hurting 
anybody else?" 

"Yeah," Tom exclaimed, "why can't they just mind their own business? Why do 
people always have to tell other people how to think and how to act?" 

Angela couldn't help laughing at the small boys' indignation. "Hey," she 
said, "no need to get all worked up! It hasn't happened yet! And it never 
will, if we don't do it again and if we always keep it secret." 

Both boys pouted. "We understand how it is," Rusty said at last, "but 
couldn't we do it just one more time, here and now? Nobody could possibly 
see us here." 

"Yeah, we'd be perfectly safe!" urged Tom. "Come on, Mrs. Gordon, please? 
Just one more time?" 

Angela sighed deeply. It was very hard for her to deny the boys' request, 
for not only would it be a great disappointment to them if she refused, they 
were also urging her to do the very thing she wanted most! And the boys were 
right: if no one knew, no one would be hurt. It was foolish to deny all of 
them this one last pleasure. She felt her cunt tingle and begin to ooze its 
juices in anticipation of some delightful play with her two friends. Oh, 
hell, why not? You only live once! 

"Very well, boys," she said, "but I'm going to make it quick!" 

"Whoopee!" chorused Tom and Rusty. 

They threw off their towels and ran to Angela, hugging and pawing her 
affectionately. Tom began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, and Rusty 
started to pull down the zipper of her stretch pants. 

"What are you boys doing?" she exclaimed, half in amusement and half in 
astonishment. 

"Oh, it's a lot more fun if you're naked, too, Mrs. Gordon," said Rusty 
hastily. "You don't mind, do you?" 

"Well, I suppose not," said Angela doubtfully. She allowed the boys to take 
off her clothes, impatient at their clumsy, inexperienced efforts, and 
feeling more than a little guilty at how the sight of her overblown, 
middle-aged body seemed to excite them. Really, if they found her exciting, 
she'd steered them wrong! 

But how could she complain? Soft little hands darted eagerly over her body, 
exploring breasts and buttocks and all the moist, receptive places between 
her legs, and Angela felt herself melting, ready to do anything the boys 
wanted. If it was to be their last time together, why hold back? She'd suck 
their sweet little cocks till they squealed with pleasure, suck their balls, 
too, ream their tight, squirming little assholes.... 

Rusty was fascinated with Mrs. Gordon's enormous, milky-white, melon-shaped 
breasts. He couldn't cover one of them, even with two hands, and he wondered 
if all grown-up women had jugs that big. He didn't think so. Mrs. Gordon was 
something special. She had closed her eyes and was sighing happily now as he 
gently rubbed her huge tits and nudged the brown, hard points of her 
nipples. Tom was feeling down between her legs, getting his finger inside 
the hairy lips and playing with that peculiar red nub of flesh, and she 
seemed to enjoy that very much, too. 

"Ahhhh! That's lovely!" sighed Angela. She was getting so horny she could 
hardly stand it, and she felt hot, itchy trickles of juices running down her 
inner thighs. Though she blushed to admit it to herself, she knew she was 
ready for a good, hard fuck, the brutal, swift hammering she'd always 
rejected before. But who would give it to her? She could hardly ask two 
virgin boys! They wouldn't even know where to stick it, let alone what to do 
after they got there! She almost laughed with frustration, then winced and 
sighed as she felt Tom's small index finger slide quickly and stiffly into 
her hot, oozing cunt. The boy seemed fascinated with that orifice, busily 
testing its width and depth and texture with his probing finger. 

"Mrs. Gordon," he asked wonderingly, "what is this hole, anyhow?" 

"That's the vagina, Tom," she answered. "Sometimes it's called the cunt. 
It's for babies to come out of, and for fucking." 

Tom and Rusty exchanged confused glances. They'd heard the word "fucking" 
many times before, in the talk of older children and grown-ups, but it 
didn't seem to make sense the way Mrs. Gordon was using it. Just that 
morning, when their camp counselor, Mr. Vaughn, thought he was alone, he'd 
stubbed his toe on a piece of furniture and exclaimed angrily, "Fucking 
chair!" But what could that have to do with a hole between a woman's legs? 

"We don't understand, Mrs. Gordon," said Rusty. "I mean, we've heard that 
word before, 'fucking,' but I guess it didn't mean what you mean." 

Angela thought for a moment, then laughed, seeing why the boys were 
confused. "Well, Rusty, the word has many meanings. But originally it was 
used as I'm using it. It means making love, when a man puts his cock in a 
woman's cunt." 

The boys had another exchange of glances, this time astonished and 
surprised. They'd never heard of such a practice before. But presently Tom 
thought of something similar. 

"You mean, like dogs do it?" he asked. 

"Yes," replied Angela, "like dogs and all other mammals. But I suppose 
you've only seen dogs doing it." 

"Yeah, lots of times," said Tom, "only I didn't know what they were doing." 

All the while, Tom was feeling inside Angela's cunt and thinking about what 
she'd said, that a man's cock was supposed to go there. If that was so, his 
penis certainly had a lot of growing to do before it would fit! The adult 
penis must really be huge, to go into a hole like that! His finger was 
practically lost in the squishy, hot depths, and he couldn't even find the 
bottom of the passage. Nevertheless, he was very curious to find out about 
this "fucking" business. 

"I'm still mixed up, Mrs. Gordon," he said hesitantly. "I mean, if the cock 
is supposed to go in the cunt, how come you took ours in your mouth? Can it 
go there, too?" 

"Yes, Tom," Angela assured him, "it can go many places. The whole idea is to 
have fun, so people do whatever's fun." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I bet fucking would be fun!" piped Rusty. "Could we try it, Mrs. Gordon? 
Please?" 

"Yeah!" Tom seconded him. "That would be groovy! I'd really like to find out 
how it feels! Could we do it, please?" 

Angela hesitated, torn between her severe conscience and the insistent need 
of her juicing cunt, where Tom's busy little finger still played and pumped. 
God, how she needed to be fucked! There was no question about that! And the 
two boys were perfectly willing-it wouldn't be as if she'd seduced or forced 
them. In a way, it seemed foolish even to debate the question. On the other 
hand, they were so young! Did she really have the right to take away their 
virginity, to introduce them to adult ways of sex, before they were even 
teenagers? 

Both boys were jumping up and down now with impatience, their little plump 
cocks bouncing furiously as they did so. "Please, Mrs. Gordon?" they 
chorused. 

Angela sighed. She knew she'd give in if they kept pleading. She couldn't 
bear to disappoint them, and she was desperately horny herself. After all, 
she'd sucked them off, made them cum in her mouth-so what was the big deal 
about letting them cum elsewhere in her body? 

"Well," she said timidly, "I suppose we could try. But there's just one 
problem. You can't fuck unless your penis is hard-and you boys obviously 
aren't ready." 

Rusty swept his soft hands insinuatingly over her enormous tits. "You could 
make us hard," he crooned, "with your mouth. Like you did before." 

Angela couldn't help it: her mouth filled with saliva at his very words, and 
she flushed all over with eagerness as she thought of doing all those lovely 
things again, touching and fondling and tasting those two, sweet little 
pricks. It would be the last time, after all.... 

"All right," she said and smiled. "Come along to the bedroom. We'll be more 
comfortable there." 

Both boys cheered, then scurried alongside Angela to the bedroom, hopping up 
and down with eager impatience. They really didn't have a very clear idea of 
what this fucking stuff was all about, or how it might feel, but they knew 
by now that any games they played* with Mrs. Gordon were bound to be fun, 
more fun than anything they'd ever dreamed of before. 

Angela turned back the covers on the double bed, lay down in the middle, and 
the boys hopped in on either side of her. For a moment she felt supremely 
foolish, her enormous, plump, white body dwarfing the slim, tan forms of the 
boys, but when she thought of their hard little cocks poking eagerly in the 
needy wetness of her cunt, she lost her shame and only felt the need for 
action. And her first job was to make their cocks hard, hard enough to 
satisfy her. 

"I'll do Rusty first," she said huskily. "You can watch or play with me, 
Tom. Don't worry, I'll get around to you soon." 

"That's okay," said Tom manfully, "as long as we both get to do some 
fucking." 

"Oh, you will," purred Angela, "you will!" 

She seized Rusty by the waist and lifted him up so that he straddled her 
face, his knees nearly touching her ears. She was surprised at how little he 
weighed. Now his adorable, limp cock was in exactly the right position, 
resting on her eager lips. 

"You just kneel there, Rusty," she told him, "and I'll make you hard." 

"Okay, Mrs. Gordon!" the red-haired boy agreed. He watched, fascinated, as 
her lips curled and fastened around the wrinkled tip of his cock, then 
slowly sucked it into her mouth. He saw the whole organ disappear, like a 
noodle being sucked up, and then came the now-familiar but delicious 
sensation of having his prick bathed with her hot saliva, brushed and 
squeezed by her silky tongue, cheeks, and palate, as she began to suck him. 

"Oh, yeah...!" he moaned. 

Angela then began a rapid, vigorous sucking of his fat little cock, and at 
the same time she used one hand to tickle his flaccid, warm balls, and the 
other to insinuate a finger into his tight, hot anus. Teased and stimulated 
in three places at once, the ecstatic Rusty closed his eyes and began to 
moan steadily, his small hips already working rhythmically in time to her 
sucking. It wasn't long at all before he felt his balls twitch, then swell, 
and his cock rippling as it stiffened. But Angela kept at it without pause, 
wanting to make him harder than he'd ever been before. 

Meanwhile Tom watched the action. At first he was content just to gawk at 
all the cool things Mrs. Gordon was doing to his friend, the way she managed 
so many different things at once. He was especially fascinated with watching 
her little finger poke in and out of Rusty's puckered anal mouth, and he 
wriggled excitedly, knowing how good it must feel. He watched wonderingly as 
Rusty's light pink balls grew from empty, limp sacs into tight, reddish 
globes, as if filling with some fluid. But, of course, that's what they were 
doing, filling with the cum that would soon squirt from Rusty's cock. Tom 
got very aroused. He couldn't just lie still and watch any more. Mrs. Gordon 
had her legs spread slightly, revealing all her bright red parts between 
their dark-haired fringe-plenty of things for him to play with! 

Tom crawled between Angela's legs and stuffed one curious finger up her 
easily-penetrated, juicy cunt, and another finger up the tighter, smaller 
hole of her anus. He heard her moan happily, knew that she liked it, and so 
pushed his fingers in as far as they would go. She began to move her hips, 
working both holes around his probing fingers as if she wanted more 
friction, and he understood. He began to poke in and out of cunt and asshole 
with a steady rhythm, and Angela's delighted cunt creamed a flood of juice 
all over his finger, making his probing very slick and noisy. He liked Mrs. 
Gordon very much and wanted to please her, so he kept it up, and her 
regular, joyous moaning told him that she really dug what he was doing. 

Angela felt she could cum any second, it was so delicious to have both 
asshole and cunt reamed by Tom's stiff little fingers, but that was not her 
job, not now. Her business was Rusty, making him hard enough for his first 
fuck^-and she'd almost finished with him. The excited boy was flushed and 
breathing heavily as he jerked his hips, feeding her his small, stiffened 
cock in steady, deep thrusts. In fact, if she didn't spit him out soon, he'd 
cum in her mouth! Very reluctantly, she released him, and his hardened, fat 
prick wagged only inches from her eyes, seemingly ready to burst its 
thin-skinned, blue-veined sheath, the foreskin worked back now to expose the 
deep red, creaming glans. 

"That's a lovely hard-on, Rusty," she sighed. "You're ready now." 

Tom jerked his fingers out of her cunt and anus to move around and get a 
look at his friend's erection. It was a whopper, all right! 

"Jeeze, Rusty!" he exclaimed in admiration. "It's huge!" 

Angela couldn't help smiling to herself. What the two boys considered a 
monstrous cock was nothing, a mere midget, compared to the adult erect 
penis. But there was no point in bruising their egos by telling them that. 
No male, not even one eleven years old, liked to be told that his cock was 
small! 

"Okay, Mrs. Gordon," Rusty was saying excitedly, "can we fuck now?" 

"Yes, Rusty," she replied softly, "we can fuck." 

But there was a problem. Angela was so much taller and heavier than Rusty, 
she might almost smother him in the wrong position. She considered it for a 
moment, then gave instructions. 

"Lie on your back, Rusty," she said, "and I'll sit over you. That will 
probably work best." 

He obeyed, looking up at her with bright, eager eyes, his swollen little 
cock pointing straight at the ceiling. Tom sat at the side of the bed, 
gawking and impatient to have the show begin. Angela took a deep breath to 
steady her excited nerves, then squatted over the boy's slim hips, 
positioning her gasping cunt-mouth right over his pointed young cock. The 
thought of it going into her, giving her that first, delicious little jab, 
aroused her so sharply that her vagina gushed heavily, and a blob of cream 
splattered onto Rusty's belly. 

"All right, Rusty," she said hoarsely, "here goes. 

I'll put my cunt over your cock." 

She lowered herself gingerly, then squealed softly as she felt the boy's 
hard little rod poke between the puffed lips of her creaming vagina. 
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhh, that's nice!" 

She lowered herself as much as she dared, careful not to sit on him, 
shivering delightedly all the while as his wonderfully stiff little prick 
went easily into the lower part of her starved cunt. That was as far as it 
went, only a few inches, before Rusty's penetration was complete, his cock 
swallowed all the way to the base. There was no way he'd fill her mature 
vagina or wriggle to its depths. But it was enough. She needed it so badly, 
was so desperate to be poked and banged, that even a small boy's immature 
cock would do the job. 

"Now, Rusty," she said, "you have to do the work. You have to move your 
hips. Just go ahead, you'll see what to do." 

Rusty obeyed, moving hesitantly and slowly at first. When his cock had first 
slipped into Mrs. Gordon's mysterious hole, the one she called the cunt, 
he'd been amazed at how hot it was inside and how full of boiling juices. It 
was very pleasant to have his prick bathed and heated. Now that he was in as 
far as he could go, his cockhead nudged her vaginal walls, and he found them 
deliriously silky and slippery. It wasn't like the nice, tight grip of her 
mouth, the snug nest she made with her tongue and palate. It was much 
roomier. But it was nice, too, giving him plenty of room to work. Now he did 
as she instructed, moving his hips up and down, and he found that it 
answered the instinctive need of his aroused cock to poke and probe and get 
sweet friction from the slick, muscular walls of her cunt. He closed his 
eyes blissfully and began to pump harder, faster. 

"Well, how is it?" Tom asked eagerly. "How does it feel?" 

"Oh, man, it's great!" groaned Rusty. He clenched his small white teeth and 
moved his hips ever faster, making his excited cock bang sharply into the 
sides of her burning, wet vagina. It wasn't too much fun to poke straight 
in, because all he got was space, nothing to rub and caress his cockhead; 
but if he jabbed for the sides, that was fine, every ramming contact sending 
a heady buzz of pleasure up the shaft of his prick and into his tingling, 
swollen balls. 

Angela, too, had her eyes closed, in order to concentrate fully on the 
exquisite pleasure of having her cunt stuffed and stabbed. Oh, God, how she 
needed this! "Uh, uh, UH!" she grunted happily to each thrust of his fat 
little cock. "Uhhhh! Oh, yes, Rusty, fuck me hard!" 

The boys were privately amazed that Mrs. Gordon seemed to be enjoying it so 
much. She'd never reacted like this when she sucked them off. It was obvious 
that getting fucked gave her a deep, thrilling pleasure, and it seemed 
likely that she'd "cum," just like they'd done in her mouth. Both boys hoped 
this was so: they were very fond of Mrs. Gordon and wanted to give her as 
much pleasure as she'd given them. 

Rusty realized that the harder he fucked her, the more excited she got, so 
he worked as fast and forcefully as he could. He found that this was more 
exciting for him, too, and he began to sigh and groan every time his 
sensitive glans nosed into the velvety flesh of her hot cunt wall. The 
sensations were getting stronger all the time, and he began to recognize the 
tingling tenseness in his cock and balls that signaled imminent cumming. 

"Ohhhh, OHHHHH!" moaned the boy. "Is it hard enough for you, Mrs. Gordon?" 

"Ahhhh!" sighed Angela loudly. "Yes, yes, Rusty, it's wonderful! Keep 
fucking me, darling!" 

"Okay," gasped the boy, "but I'm gonna cum pretty soon! Uhhhh! AHHHH!" 

Tom watched pop-eyed as his friend's small cock jabbed fiercely in and out 
of Mrs. Gordon's wide-mouthed, dripping cunt. It looked like great fun, 
andhe could hardly wait to see how it felt. As he watched, Angela was driven 
to a frenzy of rutting, wild for all the friction she could get, and she 
began to bounce up and down in time with Rusty's rapid strokes, intensifying 
the force of their slamming contact. The beautiful pressure was building up, 
she was close, very close.... 

Rusty opened his eyes to see what Mrs. Gordon was doing. He'd felt her start 
to move to his rhythm and had delighted in the increased friction it 
produced, but both he and Tom were unprepared for the awesome sight that met 
their young eyes. Mrs. Gordon had completely abandoned herself, like never 
before, to the delicious play of fucking, oblivious to everything around 
her. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips drawn back in a snarl of lust, her 
big body mottled red and white with the rash of sexual arousal. She bounced 
up and down so hard that her enormous tits flopped and slapped loudly 
against her chest, and the boys were almost hypnotized as they watched the 
grotesque flapping of those two huge melon-shaped jugs. Mrs. Gordon was 
making strange, loud noises, too, in her growing frenzy. 

"AAaaaawwww!" she howled. "Aaaaggghhh! Fuck me, fuck me, yes, AHHHH!" Every 
rough, deep poke of Rusty's stiff little prick was bringing her closer, 
tantalizingly near to orgasm. She gave a tremendous grind of her hips, and 
that did it as last: she felt a dazzling explosion deep in her cunt, and 
then her whole body was convulsed with the blinding spasms of cumming. 

"EEEEE!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming, CUMMING! Ah, God, cum with me, Rusty!" 

Rusty didn't have much choice in the matter. Her powerful vaginal muscles 
were gripping and squeezing his cock so hard that, almost before he knew it, 
sperm spat out of his cockhead, a small gush at first, then a strong series 
of hot streams that made him cry out with joy. 

"Ah, ah, AHHH!" squealed the boy. "I'm cumming, too! Oh, Jesus, it feels so 
great!" 

Tom watched enviously as the big, plump woman continued to bounce up and 
down on Rusty's happily jerking hips, so impatient he could hardly sit 
still. He saw now that this fucking was really fun, and he wanted his turn. 
He was very much relieved when at last woman and boy came to a panting halt, 
and Angela quickly moved off Rusty and fell onto the sheets with a huge sigh 
of satisfaction. Rusty's cock gave one more exhausted burble of cream, then 
collapsed into limpness. 

"Can I fuck you now, Mrs. Gordon?" Tom cried eagerly. "Can I have my turn? 
My cock got hard just watching you! In fact, it's so hard it hurts!" 

Angela wearily opened her eyes and glanced between Tom's slim, tan legs. He 
wasn't kidding: his small prick was straight-standing and swollen, and it 
was twitching with angry impatience. Beneath it his rosy little balls were 
puffed and tight, eager to discharge their load. 

Angela sighed. "You'll have to give me a moment to rest, Tom. I'm an old 
lady, you know, and all that exercise took a lot out of me. Please be 
patient." 

Tom pouted. Angela could see that he wouldn't be patient very long, and she 
could hardly blame him. He was only a child, not used to waiting for what he 
wanted, and her refusal must seem cruel and unfair to him. But she wasn't up 
to an immediate repetition of the vigorous, bouncing fuck she'd given Rusty. 
Tom would have to do most of the work if he wanted her now. 

"All right," she said, "well do it another way, so I won't have to work so 
hard." 

She rolled over on her belly, and both boys gawked, as always, at the 
unbelievable width and fatness of her white, doughy buttocks. She drew her 
legs up under her, till her knees nudged her huge tits and her big ass was 
raised and spread. Looking around behind her, the boys could see everything, 
clit, labia, cunt mouth, and anus, all vividly colored and slick with her 
cream. 

"Just kneel behind me, Tom," she said, "and put your cock in my cunt. Then 
you move your hips, just like Rusty did." 

Tom nearly fell over himself in his hurry to obey. ,He could hardly wait to 
see how it would feel. He scrambled between Angela's plump thighs, seized 
his cock, and aimed it: it wasn't hard at all, in this position, to see her 
cunt or to get at it. Nervously he set the red tip of his glans against the 
wet slitted mouth, then pushed. 

"Ahhhhh!" cried Tom. It was great, much more exciting than he'd imagined, to 
feel his achingly stiff prick slide into the red-hot, spongy hole. He pushed 
harder, getting in as far as he could, until his balls nestled against her 
smooth inner thighs. He felt her cunt sucking hotly, wetly, at the shaft of 
his cock, as if urging him into motion, and he instantly obeyed the need for 
friction, working his stiff little rod slowly in and out of her fiery, 
dripping cunt. Like Rusty, he found it wasn't as snug as her mouth, and to 
get the needed friction against his nosing glans, he had to push against the 
side of the passage, not straight ahead. But it was pretty nice, just the 
same, especially the way her silky vaginal walls soothed and bathed his 
prick with their burning juices, making him tingle and sigh. 

"Oh, boy, Mrs. Gordon," he moaned, "this sure feels good! Is it okay if I do 
it harder?" 

"Oh, yes, Tom," purred Angela, "do it as hard as you want!" 

She had her face buried in the pillow and was smiling ironically to herself, 
She could hardly believe it was her, Angela Gordon, who was blissfully 
raising her ass in the air so a small boy could fuck her. She'd never 
imagined a time when she'd want to be screwed, a time when she'd actually 
enjoy it, let alone wanting to do it twice in a row. But this was heavenly. 
Already she was aroused and eager again, well on her way to another intense 
orgasm, and she found herself clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles 
to suck Tom's hard little rod in and out of her happy cunt. He began to move 
faster and harder now, and she joyously moaned aloud and spread her legs 
wider for him. 

"Ummmmmm!" said Angela. "You're giving me a wonderful fuck, Tom! I like it 
very much!" 

"Oh, I'm glad, Mrs. Gordon!" the boy panted. "It's great for me, too!" 

He held tightly to her wide hips, steadying himself as he watched his 
wonderfully stiff cock going in and out of her noisily sucking cunt. Rusty 
watched, too. Both boys were amazed at how wide her vaginal opening was, how 
out-sized for their little cocks. Clearly it was meant to take a much larger 
organ. They could hardly imagine having a tool big enough to fill that wide, 
greedy mouth. But Tom did his best, ramming her ever faster, and soon he was 
panting and squealing at the very edge of orgasm. 

"Uh, uh, UH!" he grunted, banging her as hard as he could, loving every jolt 
of sensation that rippled up his cock, into his throbbing balls, and through 
his loins. He felt the overpowering need to shoot this big woman full of his 
cum. "Uh, UHHHHH! Oh, man, here I go!" he shouted. 

Angela felt a sudden burning spurt of liquid inside her belly, and she 
squeezed her cunt hard around Tom's jetting, ramming cock to hold it and 
milk it. As she did so, her own orgasm rippled powerfully outward from her 
pulsing vagina, and with every fierce squirt of the boy's cock, she howled 
and shrieked with pleasure. 

"AaagggHHHH!" she moaned. "Yes, yes, my darling! I'm cumming, too!" 

Tom felt half-faint with joy as he let her powerful cunt muscles take over 
the action, pumping and milking his small cock until it was absolutely 
drained of sperm. Then he fell weakly onto the bed with a deep sigh of 
relief. Angela sighed loudly, too, and collapsed on the bed. Only 

Rusty was still alert, and he watched intently as a thin, steady stream of 
white liquid trickled from Angela's cunt, a mixture of her juices and Tom's. 

The trio lay quietly for a while, resting and enjoying the warm glow of 
sexual release, until suddenly their peace was interrupted by the mournful 
howl of a dog. 

"Oh, golly!" cried Tom. "It's Rex! I forgot all about him! He's still on the 
porch." 

"Well, at least he isn't cold or wet," said Rusty. "See-the storm's over 
already." 

They saw the hot sun streaming in the window of the bedroom, and they all 
laughed. They'd been so busy in bed, they hadn't even noticed the passing of 
the storm and the return of heat and sun. 

"I'm all hot and sweaty again," said Angela. "I feel like a swim now. How 
about you?" 

"Right on!" cried Rusty. "I'm for it," agreed Tom. 

Without another word, they hopped out of bed and ran naked from the cabin. 
Rex barked joyfully and sped down the hill after them, and, reaching the 
lake, they all plunged in, boys, woman, and dog, with excited shrieks. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Angela floated lazily on her back, looking up at the bright blue sky with 
its few fleecy clouds. She was unaware what a spectacular, almost gross, 
sight she might present to any onlookers, her big white body set off starkly 
by the dark blue water, her wet-curled mons hair forming a little island 
between her legs, and her huge pale-white breasts floating gently like 
straying melons. She wasn't thinking of things like that. All she knew was 
the feeling of utter contentment in her relaxed cunt, now that the boys had 
poked her to two delicious orgasms in a row. She'd never known before how 
good it could feel to have been fucked. It was a shame she'd had to wait 
till she was middle-aged to learn such a basic fact of life: but, she 
thought, far better late than never! 

Tom and Rusty floated near her, equally drowsy and content. They never 
wanted to go back to silly old Camp Willow Creek, not in a million years. It 
would be so much nicer to stay here with Mrs. Gordon, in a paradise of 
swimming and cookies and milk and fucking. What more could a guy possibly 
want out of life than this? 

On the shore waited the St. Bernard, Rex. He was tired of swimming, and he 
wished the boys would come and play with him. But they seemed to want to go 
on floating endlessly, near the big woman who didn't like dogs. Rex wished 
she would like him. He certainly liked her-at least he liked to be near her, 
where he could sniff her and enjoy those exciting female scents that had 
aroused him so much the day before. He wished very much that she would let 
him lick her again, too, in the juicy place where the good scents came from. 
But no one came to play with Rex. The big dog sighed and lay down for a nap 
on the warm sand, bored and lonely. 

Out in the water, Tom and Rusty were beginning to feel their boyish energy 
returning, along with the urge for some vigorous play. They watched Angela, 
without her noticing it, and suddenly they exchanged mischievous glances. 
They'd been friends long enough that they didn't always need words to 
communicate. None were necessary now. Silently the boys dog-paddled toward 
the buxom, floating older woman.... 

Angela shrieked as she felt small, rough hands tugging her down into the 
depths of the lake, one pair on her ankles, the other on her shoulders. Just 
in time, she took a deep breath, and then she was under, fighting them off. 
She shot up to the surface again, gasping, and saw the giggling boys 
swimming rapidly away from her, towards the shore. 

"You won't get away with this!" she shouted. Then she plunged after them, 
with long, powerful strokes, and she was soon right on their heels. They 
reached shallow water, and the boys stumbled to their feet, but Angela was 
too fast for them. She grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and 
dunked them while they gasped and shouted for mercy. 

"There!" she said. "That'll teach you to mess around with me!" 

The two boys sat in the water, coughing and sputtering. Standing over them, 
Angela looked like an Amazon, enormously tall and abundantly female, with 
broad shoulders, long legs, wide hips, and the jutting badges of her 
femininity, great sagging tits and black triangle of pussy fur. Tom and 
Rusty still hadn't lost their awe of her big body, and they unconsciously 
gawked up at her. Angela was observing them just as closely, her gaze 
concentrated on the parts she liked best, the white-floating, limp little 
cocks, the gently swaying, flaccid sacs of their testicles. She allowed 
herself a long, close inspection: it would be the last time. 

"Well, boys," she finally said, "I suppose you'd better be getting back to 
camp now. You've been gone for hours." 

"Yeah," grumbled Rusty, "I suppose." 

He and Tom stood up, moving slowly and reluctantly towards shore. They 
understood from what Mrs. Gordon had said that afternoon that there would be 
no more sex play. They were still welcome to use the beach, but anything 
else would be too dangerous. Both boys felt miserable at having this great 
source of pleasure come to an end. 

When they had reached the sandy beach, Tom decided on one last, desperate 
maneuver that might change Mrs. Gordon's mind. Even if she got mad, at least 
he would have tried. He turned abruptly, threw his arms around her, and at 
the same time eased his hand between her big legs and began to finger the 
fat lump of her clitoris. 

"Gosh, Mrs. Gordon," he said huskily, "I sure, am going to miss you!" 

Rusty caught on fast, and before Angela could even find words for the 
situation, he, too, snuggled up to her and began fondling her breasts in the 
way she liked so much, warm, lazy caresses and teasing tweaks of her long 
brown nipples. "I'm gonna miss you, too!" he cooed. 

"You boys!" Angela laughed in exasperation. "I'm beginning to think you're 
insatiable!" 

"What's that mean?" asked Tom as he deftly wriggled a finger into her cunt. 

Angela gasped with sudden pleasure, then muttered her reply: "It means you 
never get enough of something. In this 

"Well," said Tom, "I guess that's correct. Don't you think so, Rusty?" 

"I sure do!" His friend laughed. "I haven't had enough yet, not by a long 
shot!" 

"Me, either!" agreed Tom. "I could do it forever!" 

"Well," Angela replied sternly, "you may be doing it forever, but not with 
me! You understood what I said earlier, young men! This is it! We just can't 
risk it any longer. Why, if anyone saw us, we'd all be in terrible trouble!" 

"We understand," crooned Rusty, moving around behind her and easing a finger 
into her anus, "but we're safe here. There's nobody around to see us. It 
would be okay to do it one more time." 

Angela felt the delicious, simultaneous probing of her cunt and anus, amazed 
at how fast the boys had learned what pleased her most and how to do it. She 
felt the inevitable excitement in her cunt, the renewed flow of hot 
lubricating juices that squished around Tom's busy finger and ran in a 
burning tickle down her inner thighs. How could she accuse the boys of being 
insatiable? If anyone couldn't get enough, it was her! And they'd have to 
leave for camp shortly-why not give them a quick goodbye present? She almost 
laughed aloud at her own weakness. But why, after all, deny herself this 
last moment of pleasure? She was very un-likely to have another chance like 
this the rest of her life. 

"Aw, come on, Mrs. Gordon!" Tom was urging softly, working his finger 
steadily in and out of her cunt. 

"Yeah, come on!" echoed Rusty, giving her asshole a sweet, mischievous 
poking. 

Now Angela did laugh. "You boys are too much! I see I'll have to give in, or 
you won't quit. But I'm going to make it very fast, I warn you, and then 
you'll have to leave." 

"Oh, we don't mind, do we, Rusty?" Tom replied eagerly. 

"Hell, no!" Rusty answered. "Let's do it! What's it going to be this time, 
Mrs. Gordon? Do we get to fuck you again?" 

"No," she replied reluctantly, "I'm afraid that would take too long. I'm 
really beginning to worry that you'll be missed at camp and someone will 
come looking for you. You two just stand close together now, and I'll bring 
you off quickly. No arguments." 

Rusty and Tom obeyed but made small noises of protest. They didn't want to 
rush it. But this was certainly better than nothing. They stood as close 
together as they could, then exchanged excited glances as Angela knelt 
before them on the sand and reached out for their limp cocks. Even kneeling, 
she seemed very large to them, and her huge, long tits almost touched her 
knees as she bent over. Seizing a prick in each hand, she curled her warm 
fingers around them and began to pump gently, feeling the silky flesh slip 
loosely in her grasp. Tom and Rusty sighed contentedly and closed their 
eyes, waiting to see what delightful things she would do to their cocks this 
time around. Already she was at work on the wrinkled foreskins, easing them 
slowly back to expose the sensitive red glans.... 

Rex the dog started from his nap, abruptly alerted by an enticing smell. 
What was it? Yes, he knew it now, that strong, fruity, female odor that had 
aroused him so powerfully before. The St. Bernard pricked up his ears and 
looked around: it was just as before, the woman kneeling before the two 
boys, all of them breathing fast and excitedly. Rex jumped eagerly to his 
feet and padded over to where Angela was absorbed in fingering the boys' 
cocks. The big dog sniffed and drooled. It might be possible to have those 
exciting tastes again, if only the woman would raise her buttocks a little 
and give access to his tongue. He waited, careful not to alarm her by a 
hasty approach.... 

Angela nudged the two cherry-red glans into view, then greedily lashed them 
with her tongue, making the two boys moan and quiver and lean on her 
shoulders to keep from falling in their excitement. She wished she could 
take more time, but it was too risky. Sighing, she opened her mouth and 
popped both soft little pricks inside, giving them a swift, strong sucking 
to draw them in deep and hold them there. Then, her hands freed, she cupped 
two sets of warm, gently throbbing balls, and began to knead them softly. 
The boys were learning fast! Already Angela's sensitive tongue felt the two 
small pricks plumping and hardening in slow erection, and in the palms of 
her hands she felt the four testicles gradually ballooning into readiness. 
She worked harder and faster now with mouth and hands, leaning forward as 
she did so, and suddenly she felt a strange sensation. Hot puffs of breath, 
very delicate, wafted over her lifted buttocks, then centered on her exposed 
anus. This feathery warmth was abruptly replaced by a bumpy, hard, 
coldness-my God, the dog! 

She glanced up, hoping Tom would call the animal off, but both boys had 
their eyes tightly shut in happy concentration as she sucked their cocks and 
massaged their balls. With her mouth full, she couldn't command Rex, either. 
But at least he couldn't reach her cunt this time, since her hips weren't 
raised high enough. Well, hell, she thought, if he gets a thrill out of 
sniffing my asshole, what does it matter? She dismissed the dog from her 
mind and focused, instead, on the bobbing, probing pressure of the twin, 
hard little cocks in her mouth. How she loved sucking them, tasting them! In 
deep affection and excitement, she drew in her cheeks sharply to trap the 
two miniature pricks in the center of her mouth, then squeezed them even 
more tightly between tongue and palate. She applied all the suction she 
could, and the thrilled boys responded by jerking their hips fiercely, their 
stiffened cocks rubbing together in a joint assault on her throat. Angela 
gurgled happily, knowing that in a matter of seconds she'd have a mouth full 
of their salty, fragrant seed. 

But the damned dog wouldn't leave her alone! She couldn't bear to stop her 
sucking now, not when the boys were so close to cumming, but she wished 
there was some way to make Rex quit his obscene, noisy sniffing of her ass. 
Then, suddenly, the sniffing was succeeded by a hot, wet lashing of her 
pungent anus as the big dog began tonguing her excitedly. That felt better. 
In fact, it was very nice! It was wicked, too, of course, something no 
decent woman could enjoy, but Angela decided rather drunkenly that she 
wasn't a decent woman, at least not now! She gave another happy gurgle and 
abandoned herself to Rex's delicious tonguing, wriggling her ass happily as 
she felt the St. Bernard's huge, hot tongue working its way steadily into 
her asshole. The pleasure was exquisite, like nothing she'd ever known, and 
she eagerly worked her sphincter muscle to aid Rex's wet penetration. 

"Oh, oh, OHHHHH!" moaned Rusty. "I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Gordon!" 

His excited exclamation set Tom off, too, and the boys whinnied like colts, 
bucked their hips wildly, and began squirting Angela's mouth with hard 
streams of sizzling sperm. Their hot, pumping balls slapped furiously 
against her chin as she moaned and swallowed all their delicious cream, 
still thrilling to the sensual invasion of her anus by Rex's fat, drooling 
tongue. Caught up in her frenzy of horniness, the big dog gave a final, 
frantic thrust of his tongue, stuffing her tight colon completely, and 
Angela shook and gurgled with the devastating pleasure of her first anal 
orgasm.... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Mr. Stewart Vaughn, boys' swimming instructor at Camp Willow Creek, stumbled 
over an exposed tree root and swore viciously. Why did he have to do all the 
dirty work? Why couldn't Adams, the fat head counselor, get off his ass for 
a change and hunt for the boys himself? Christ, they'd only been gone a 
couple of hours, and already Adams was practically crapping himself with 
anxiety, thinking they'd drowned or been eaten by a bear. Vaughn knew 
better. He knew Tom and Rusty very well, and he was sure they were only 
hiding out somewhere till the swimming lesson was over, the lazy bastards! 

Vaughn staggered on through the trees, sweaty and irritable, wishing he'd 
never become a camp counselor in the first place. He was sick of herding all 
those little brats, especially kids like Tom and Rusty who obviously 
considered him a drag and kept running off to escape his instruction. 
Rounding a turn in the trail, Vaughn saw, far in the distance, a small sandy 
beach he hadn't known about before. Aha! It was probably a deserted private 
place, the perfect spot for the two boys to hide. He began to make his way 
toward it. By God, when he got his hands on those kids.... 

Fifteen minutes later, Stewart Vaughn paused again, this time to clean his 
sweat-fogged glasses. He was almost to the little beach now, and from this 
point on, he proceeded slowly and quietly, wanting to surprise the boys and 
grab them before they could escape. He heard the faint and fleeting sound of 
voices below him, on the beach, and began creeping toward the source of the 
noise. At last, crawling into a concealing clump of bushes, he pushed aside 
a few branches to make a peephole, then looked around. 

Young Mr. Vaughn's mouth fell open, very slowly. Just as gradually, his 
near-sighted blue eyes widened until they were almost popping out of his 
head. He made a strangled attempt at an exclamation, but nothing came out. 

Only a few feet away from his startled eyes, on the sandy shore of the 
little beach, was a sight he simply couldn't believe. There were the two 
boys, Tom and Rusty, completely naked, standing close together before an 
equally naked older woman, probably middle-aged and with enormous sagging 
breasts and huge thighs and buttocks. From Vaughn's angle, it was hard to 
see exactly what she was doing, but unless he missed his guess, she had the 
two kids' cocks in her mouth and was sucking on them! What else could she be 
doing, kneeling before them with her face practically in their crotches? 

Vaughn watched closely, breathless and incredulous, till his guess was 
confirmed. Yes, from the sucking noises the woman was making, and from the 
ecstatic faces of the two boys and the way they were rhythmically jerking 
their hips, there could be no doubt about it-the woman was giving them a 
blow-job! Vaughn licked his lips, torn between disgust and an indecent 
feeling of titillation. Of course, he knew about oral sex, and knew that 
some women could be persuaded to suck a guy's cock, that some of them even 
enjoyed doing it; but he'd never actually seen it done before. Stewart 
Vaughn, in his twenty-three years, had developed very few vices. He swore a 
lot, to himself, but he only considered that manly. He did not smoke, and he 
rarely drank, except for an occasional beer. He tried to avoid sex, too, 
considering it a waste of vital energy and a possible source of venereal 
disease, but in this resolve he was not as successful as he would have liked 
to be. Frequently he was plagued with horniness and forced to relieve 
himself with a prostitute or, failing that, by jerking off. And in spite of 
all his principles, he occasionally caught himself having lewd sexual 
fantasies, in which adoring and slavish women played with his body, kissed 
his balls, and sucked his cock. After such daydreams, he always had to jerk 
off. 

Now, as he watched the grossly-built older woman noisily sucking away on the 
pricks of the two delighted boys, he felt the evil mood coming over him 
again. There was a sharp tingling in his balls, and his cock began to twitch 
gently in the confinement of his shorts. No! He couldn't allow himself to be 
seduced by this unbelievably wicked scene! He must take action, interrupt 
their lascivious sex play, and see that they were exposed and punished! 

Vaughn was gritting his teeth and getting ready to spring from his hiding 
place, bellowing in righteous indignation, when he caught a movement out of 
the corner of his eye and hesitated. It was a dog, a very large St. 
Bernard-yes, Tom's dog, no doubt curious to see what his young master was up 
to. Vaughn sneered from his concealment: surely they wouldn't have the nerve 
to go on with their immoral act in the presence of the dog! 

But he was wrong. The two boys had their eyes tightly closed and didn't even 
notice the animal's approach. The woman had her back to it and didn't seem 
aware of it, either. The big dog sniffed curiously all around the oblivious 
trio of humans, then zeroed in on the woman's buttocks, his long red tongue 
lolling out and dripping with saliva, his nose eagerly exploring. Then, to 
Vaughn's utter incredulity and disgust, the St. Bernard flicked out his 
tongue and began licking the woman's anus! Even worse, she didn't stop him! 
She seemed startled and undecided for a second, but after a quick glance 
around, she closed her eyes again and went on sucking the boys' pricks, 
happily and industriously, letting the dog lick her ass unhindered. 

"My God...." Vaughn muttered softly. He couldn't believe the depths of the 
woman's depravity! Not only did she appear unbothered by the animal's 
obscene licking, but as it continued, she seemed to be enjoying it! The dog 
got more and more excited, too, and then suddenly he wormed his big, 
dripping tongue right into the woman's anus! The tongue slipped in all the 
way, and the Woman shivered happily, then began to work her ass 
rhythmically, aiding the dog's eager reaming of her asshole. Vaughn, 
pop-eyed, swallowed his chewing gum, didn't even notice he had done so, and 
slowly flushed a purplish-red color. 

His brain told him to act, to spring angrily from the bushes and stop the 
culprits in the midst of their lewdness. But his body wouldn't obey. He was 
too shocked and astounded to move. He only squatted there, his fists 
clenched, and again he felt the sharp tingling of his testicles and the 
impatient twitching of his cock. Oh, God, it was just as his mother had told 
him: no matter how virtuous the man, there is still a piece of evil in his 
soul, a part of him that will respond to the temptations of the Devil! 
Vaughn rejected the sight before him, rejected it with all his moral 
principles and social instincts, yet his genitals had other ideas, and he 
knew with deep chagrin that the scene was beginning to turn him on. That 
would never do! He must act, must do something decisive and violent, to 
distract his thoughts! 

But before he could organize himself for such an action, the scene before 
him reached its climax, both literally and figuratively. The boys began to 
squeal with pleasure and jerk their slim hips faster than ever, and it was 
obvious that they had reached orgasm and were pumping their seed into the 
woman's greedily sucking mouth. She, too, began to writhe and convulse, and 
she made gurgling, ecstatic noises deep in her throat as the dog's probing 
tongue triggered an orgasm deep in her anus. The bucking of hips and the 
animal noises of climax continued for a minute or so, and then finally the 
boys and the woman were limp and still, only the unfortunate dog remaining 
unsatisfied. 

Vaughn was furious. He should have cheated them of their satisfaction, 
should never have allowed them this reward for their wickedness! Boiling 
with rage, he sprang from his hiding place and shrieked, "I saw you! I saw 
what you did! My God, I never dreamed anything could be so filthy! You'll 
all be punished for this!" 

Woman and boys had started at his approach, but then they were stunned into 
speechless immobility by his angry words. They gawked and turned pale, 
giving Vaughn a tremendous sense of avenging power. He strode over to where 
they were, paralyzed in their former postures with the woman still kneeling 
in front of the boys. He put his hands on his hips, seeming to tower over 
them, and glared. 

"Well, boys," he thundered-as well as he could in his squeaky tenor-"the 
head counselor sent me to find you, and so I have, but I must confess that I 
was hardly prepared for THIS! I want a full explanation at once! Who is this 
woman?" 

Angela stared up at the indignant young man, feeling contempt for him in 
spite of her fear. He had to be Mr. Vaughn, the swimming instructor Tom and 
Rusty had told her about, a bully and a prude. He was skinny, prissy, and 
hadn't even outgrown his adolescent pimples, and he had a crew cut-she 
hadn't seen a crew cut in ages, but it must say something about Vaughn's 
life style. However, this was no time to analyze character: she had to think 
fast, or she and the boys would be in a terrible mess. Rusty and Tom were in 
a complete, frozen panic, unable to reply to Vaughn's outraged questions. 
Carefully controlling her voice to sound calm and business-like, Angela 
addressed him. 

"My name is Mrs. Angela Gordon. You are Mr. Vaughn?" 

The young man reddened but nodded. 

"Very well," Angela continued. "I have a few things to say to you, Mr. 
Vaughn. We are not interested in your opinion of what we were doing. What we 
were doing, in fact, is none of your business. The boys are truant from 
camp, we all admit that, and you may take them back with you now. But they 
are not to be punished for anything else. Is that clear?" 

She hoped desperately that her bluff would work, and she tried not to let 
anxiety show in her face as she watched Vaughn's reaction. At first he 
seemed intimidated by her firmness, but as he mulled it over, it became 
clear that she had lost. He slowly flushed with anger, and his voice came 
out in shrill hatred. 

"You can't be serious, Mrs. Gordon! You have committed an act of sexual 
perversion on two minor boys, and you expect me to do nothing about it? 
Nonsense! I'm taking Tom and Rusty back to camp immediately, and then I'm 
calling the police. If there's any justice or decency left in this world, 
you'll be arrested and sent to jail! As for these poor, misguided children, 
I'm sure a spell in reform school will teach them the lesson they need!" 
Turning away from Angela, he growled at Tom and Rusty, "Get dressed, right 
now!" 

This threat was enough, at last, to rouse the two boys from their paralysis 
of terror. Both leaped up white-faced but angry, and they began to babble 
their protests. 

"Go fuck yourself!" cried Tom. "We don't have to do anything you say! And we 
won't let you hurt 

Mrs. Gordon!" 

"Right!" shouted Rusty. "We'll hold you here, somehow, till she gets away, 
and then we'll run away, too! You'll never get us!" 

Vaughn sputtered with rage, and the boys returned his furious stare, small 
fists clenched and ready to defend themselves and Angela. Rex, alerted by 
their posture and desperate tone, stood growling menacingly at Vaughn, the 
hair standing up rigidly along his back. Angela was the only one who seemed 
to remain calm. She was studying Vaughn closely, getting an idea. 

What would be his weak spot? Every person was vulnerable to intimidation in 
some way, and in the case of a self-righteous puritan like Vaughn, it might 
very probably have something to do with his reputation. If there were any 
threat to his public image, any" tarnish on his supposed purity, he would be 
much less likely to take action against them. Suddenly, she knew she had it! 
It was wicked, but it might just work! 

Smiling mysteriously, her voice firm and commanding, Angela addressed the 
boys: "Hold his arms!" 

"Wha-!" sputtered Vaughn, as Rusty and Tom instantly obeyed Angela's order, 
seizing him firmly by his skinny arms. He struggled, but he was not a large 
man, and the two boys were healthy and husky. After a vain attempt to break 
loose, he glared at Angela. "What the devil do you think you're doing? Do 
you think you can intimidate me by using force?" 

"Why, no, Mr. Vaughn," purred Angela, "I'm a civilized person, and I 
wouldn't dream of such a thing. But I must warn you, if you try to break 
away, Tom will order his dog to, uh-detain you. Right, Tom?" 

"Right!" the boy affirmed. 

Vaughn glanced nervously at the big, bristling dog and turned pale. "What do 
you want?" he squeaked. 

"Relax, Mr. Vaughn," Angela smiled. "I only want to try to persuade you that 
your ideas are mistaken. You won't be hurt. Now, just listen to me for a 
moment. You have decided to be outraged and disgusted by what you saw. Why? 
No one was murdered or robbed or beaten up. No one was forced or harmed in 
any way. In fact, all you saw was three people having a good time. Why 
should that bother you?" 

"But-but-" stuttered the bespectacled young man, "it was wicked! It involved 
sex!" 

"Indeed?" Angela said and smiled. "What's so terrible about that, Mr. 
Vaughn? Sex is merely a natural function of the human body, like eating or 
sleeping. Everyone needs it. Even you, Mr. Vaughn." 

Vaughn flushed indignantly. "Not like that, I don't! Not in that unspeakably 
filthy way!" 

"'Filthy'?" Angela replied wonderingly. "It didn't seem filthy to us." 

"It sure didn't!" Rusty said. 

"You shouldn't be so uptight, Mr. Vaughn," added Tom. "I bet you'd really 
dig doing it, if you'd just relax." 

"My God!" sputtered Vaughn. 

"I think the boys are right," Angela replied mischievously. "In fact, we'll 
just give you a demonstration to prove our point. I'm sure you'll think 
differently afterwards." 

She winked at the boys, who grinned at her like fellow conspirators, then 
walked slowly toward Vaughn. In spite of himself, he hadn't been able to 
stop looking at her body all the time she was talking, and how he felt his 
eyes irresistibly drawn to the big black triangle of her pussy fur, and to 
the enormous, swaying globes of her breasts. He swallowed hard and forced 
himself to look away, but his composure didn't last more than a second. He 
suddenly felt her hand on his crotch, snaking gently between his legs to cup 
and squeeze his balls through the cloth of his khaki shorts. Her touch was 
expert, soft but lascivious, and in spite of himself he closed his eyes to 
enjoy it, though he let no reaction appear on his face. As she continued to 
massage and squeeze his testicles, she spoke to him in a husky, sensual 
voice. 

"You enjoy that, don't you, Mr. Vaughn? That's only natural, nothing to be 
ashamed of. Any normal man likes to have his balls played with like this. 
And you enjoy having a woman play with your cock, too, don't you?" As she 
said this, she slid one hand over his fly and rubbed his limp penis, making 
him twitch involuntarily and rub against her palm. "Yes, that's nice, isn't 
it? But it would be even nicer if your shorts weren't in the way. I'll just 
take them off, and then I can play with you a lot better." 

Vaughn opened his eyes and gawked down at her, as she quickly knelt before 
him, unbuttoned his shorts, and slid them down to his feet. He was too 
stunned to make an articulate comment, only managing a kind of startled 
squawk. She then pulled down his Jockey shorts, too, leaving him naked from 
the waist down. Vaughn was horribly embarrassed, but his thoughts were 
quickly distracted as he felt her warm hand on his bare balls. 

Angela felt some pity for the young man. Not only was he obviously 
humiliated at being stripped, but the reason for his humiliation was fairly 
plain: his testicles were quite small for a grown man, his penis short and 
thin. Poor Mr. Vaughn, she thought, not very well hung! Still he seemed to 
be responding to her touch. She massaged his balls a little more, then, 
tickling them teasingly with one hand, she curled her fingers around his 
flaccid penis and started a gentle pumping of the soft, white shaft. Vaughn 
sighed involuntarily, and Angela felt his cock twitch and stiffen slightly 
in her caressing hand. 

Rusty and Tom kept a firm hold on thencounselor's arms, but all their 
attention was directed to what Mrs. Gordon was doing with him. 

They understood her plan now, and it looked like a swell idea: if she could 
get Vaughn horny, if she could get him to fuck her or let her suck him off, 
he'd be just as guilty as they were and wouldn't dare report them! The boys 
exchanged knowing grins, then gawked as Mrs. Gordon pulled down Vaughn's 
Jockey shorts. So that was what a grown-up cock looked like! It was very 
impressive to Tom and Rusty, who didn't realize how relatively small it was. 
His cock and balls were about twice the size of theirs, sporting protective 
dark hair that seemed coarse, wiry, and menacing. Both boys sighed and 
envied Vaughn his adult equipment. 

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Mr. Vaughn," Angela was saying softly, as 
she felt his prick continue to twitch and stiffen in her pumping hand and 
felt his balls beginning to throb and swell beneath her tickling fingers. 
"But I have something even nicer in mind." 

Vaughn gripped his lips between his teeth, trying to stifle his sighs and 
moans of arousal. Damn the woman! She'd unerringly discovered his one 
weakness, his unconquerable need for sex! The delicious play of her skillful 
hands on his cock and balls was bad enough, threatening to give him an 
erection, but now she was going to do something else as well. He prayed that 
his self-control would hold out, that he wouldn't disgrace himself by 
getting a hard-on from her lewd and nasty efforts. He felt her lay his 
half-limp cock in the warm palm of her hand, then fasten her fingers 
knowingly around the wrinkled foreskin and begin to nudge it back, slowly 
but firmly, stimulating the sensitive hidden glans beneath. Oh, no...! He 
couldn't hold out against that! He clenched his teeth and tried desperately 
to think of something else, something neutral, as he felt the soft summer 
wind tickling the steadily exposed glans of his penis. Then suddenly he gave 
a deep growl of pleasure as Angela abruptly sucked his cock into the soft 
furnace of her mouth. 

"Uhhhhh!" sighed Vaughn. Oh, Jesus, it felt good! She really knew what she 
was doing, pressing his cock securely between wet, hot tongue and sucked-in 
silky cheeks, sucking and stretching and squeezing his prick with dizzying, 
delicious pressure. He groaned again, and his cock leaped into stiff and 
urgent erection, banging the slick roof of her mouth and seeking the spongy 
depths of her throat. She gurgled knowingly as he filled her mouth with his 
helpless hard-on, and she began to suck him faster, harder, while his balls 
swelled nearly to the bursting point and he began to work his hips, jabbing 
his cockhead steadily deeper into the velvety receptacle of her throat. 

"See, Mr. Vaughn?" said Rusty excitedly. "It's really great, isn't it?" 

But the older man did not reply, did not even hear the boy's innocent 
question. He could perceive nothing now but Angela's mind-blasting sucking 
and tonguing of his cock into ever-stiffer erection. He moaned helplessly as 
he felt all his resolve and self-control vanish, as he realized that the 
only thing in the world he wanted was to cum, quickly and explosively. To 
hell with everything else, he thought wildly, just let me cum! 

"Oh, oh, ohhhh, Jesus!" Vaughn howled. "Yeah, suck me, suck me!" 

He jerked his hips furiously now, ramming her wet mouth brutally, his 
inflated, shaggy balls slapping loudly and obscenely against her chin, his 
body erupting in sweat. Angela knew how close he was to cumming, and she 
prepared for his final humiliation. She would not let this snobbish, vain 
young man cum in her mouth-that was a privilege reserved for those who had 
earned it. She would make him fuck her, make him service her like a hired 
stud-and he would have no choice but to obey. Abruptly and cruelly, she 
pulled her mouth off his wildly stabbing penis, leaving it to wag 
bewilderedly in the air. 

"Oh, Christ, no!" wailed Vaughn. "Don't stop now! Make me cum, please!" 

Angela grinned wickedly. "But, of course, Mr. Vaughn! I just thought I'd 
work in a little sex education while we're at it. The boys can watch you 
fuck me, so they can learn how it's done-that's so much better than getting 
it out of some textbook, don't you think?" 

Vaughn gawked. "But-but I couldn't do it in front of THEM!" 

"Why not?" cooed Angela. "They don't mind. 

You do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

She sank back on the sand, spreading her legs wide to show him her gleaming 
red slit, smiling seductively at him and drawing up her knees. Vaughn licked 
his lips, shuddered with horniness, and felt the unbearable ache in his 
stiff-swollen cock. 

"Oh, goddamn it, yes!" he howled. 

"Let him go, boys," purred Angela. 

The boys released their hold on Vaughn's arms, and the skinny young man made 
a flying leap onto Angela, snarling with lust and wriggling his pelvis 
quickly, roughly, between her out-flung legs. Blindly and desperately he 
rammed his bloated, purplish cockhead against her dripping, pulpy labia, 
then squealed with relief as he felt his prick slide suddenly into the 
burning slickness of her cunt. 

"Ahhhhhh! God, yes!" he shrieked. "Let's fuck!" 

Angela giggled, but as the frantic young man began to drive his rock-hard 
penis deeper and deeper into her creaming cunt, banging her so hard that her 
buttocks scraped against the sand, she was quickly caught up in a sexual 
frenzy of her own. It was just the kind of fuck she'd been needing so badly, 
the kind she'd thought she'd never want, the brutal, animalistic assault of 
an adult male. She gave herself up to it, closing her eyes and enjoying the 
increasingly rough and deep penetration of Vaughn's hard-driving cock. He 
was very close to cumming, and the first tentative spasms caused him to jerk 
his hips fiercely and saw savagely inside her. 

"AAAGGGHHHHH!" Vaughn exploded in his desperately needed orgasm, his body 
deliciously rocked and shaken, his prick pumping steaming jets of sperm deep 
into Angela's receptive belly. 

"Ah, ah, aaaahhhhHHHHH!" answered Angela, as his hot seed and joyous pumping 
triggered her own release. How good it was, how much better than anything 
else, to be swiftly and forcefully fucked to a blinding cum! 

The two young boys watched in undisguised admiration as the two adults 
writhed and howled on the sand. So that was how grown-ups did it! It was 
wild, all right, much more powerful and virile than their own puny efforts 
aboard Angela's big dy. Tom and Rusty watched goggle-eyed as Vaughn's 
seemingly enormous prick, swollen, red, and steaming, rammed and stretched 
Angela's juicy cunt until all his sperm was shot. 

"Ahhhh, Christ!" Vaughn collapsed onto the huge cushion of Angela's tits, 
dizzy and drained. He felt like a new man, now that he'd gotten his rocks 
off, but he knew it wouldn't last. He knew he'd been tricked. Angela's sly 
words confirmed it now. 

"Well, Mr. Vaughn," she said, slipping out from under him and jumping to her 
feet, "I see you don't disapprove of sex after all! That's nice! And since 
you've just finished doing the same thing we did, you won't have anything to 
report to the police." 

Sputtering, Vaughn fumbled into his clothes while Angela and the boys 
smirked and watched. He'd get even, by God, somehow he'd get even with them! 
He couldn't think of a way, right now, but something would come to him. For 
the present, however, he was outwitted. As the woman said, he had nothing to 
report, nothing to accuse them of that he hadn't done himself. 

"Come on, damn it," he snarled at the boys. 

"No punishment?" grinned Angela. 

"You know damned well there won't be-THIS time!" Vaughn spat. He turned and 
stamped off down the trail, followed by the sniggering boys. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Angela watched until Vaughn and the boys had disappeared in the distance and 
then, too exhausted yet to return to the cabin and dress, she lay down in 
the warm grass of the hillside. It had been a very long day for her, but at 
last the excitement was over. She had convinced the boys that their 
beautiful but dangerous activities must end, and she had nullified the 
threat from Vaughn. Now all she had to do was get used, again, to being 
alone. The bizarre sexual scene of the last few days seemed unreal to her 
now, something that she, Angela Gordon, could not possibly have done. It was 
time to return to her old way of life. 

She sighed deeply and sank farther into the grass, closing her eyes to feel 
the penetrating warmth of the sun on her naked body. Three thundering 
orgasms in one day-from boys, dog, and man-had completely drained her, and 
it wasn't long before she felt herself drifting into sleep. Well, it didn't 
matter now, she had nothing else to do with her time.... 

For a while Angela slept deeply and dreamlessly, her body caressed and 
protected by the sunlit grass. It was only half an hour later that the 
strange, exciting dream began. In the dream she was lying on her bed naked, 
too warm to pull up the covers, her legs spread to catch all the cooling 
currents of a soft breeze. A vague figure was approaching her across the 
bedroom. She couldn't make out who it was, the image was too blurred, but 
she sensed somehow that it was a man and that he had no harmful intentions. 
She thought she should at least put on a robe or pull up the sheet to cover 
herself, but she was too tired and sleepy to move. 

The shadow-man continued to approach her, and still Angela remained in a 
coma of laziness, unable even to smile or speak a word to the stranger. 
Somehow it didn't matter, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She closed her 
eyes, and presently she felt warm, gentle breath on her lower belly, through 
the protective forest of her mons. Instinctively she opened her legs wider 
in invitation, and the warm breathing moved downward between her legs. She 
sighed with its caressing of her exposed clit and labia, its slow wafting 
over her cunt mouth and anus. The stranger was inspecting her closely. 

"Ahhhh," Angela sighed in her sleep as the blurry intruder suddenly began to 
use his tongue in tender exploration of her genitals. There was a delicious, 
slow circling of her fat clit, then a slick tracing along the puffed folds 
of her labia. The stranger licked probingly at the slightly bruised mouth of 
her vagina, but there was no pain, only a pleasant bath of saliva that made 
her sigh again and open her legs even wider for more of his attention. His 
tongue found her wrinkled anal mouth and cleaned it briskly, wetly. It all 
felt so nice, so beautiful, that Angela's cunt creamed a welcome, oozing a 
little spurt of hot juices which the stranger gently licked up. Dear God, it 
felt good! She hoped he'd go on doing it for hours.... 

When Vaughn and Rusty and Tom had headed back for Camp Willow Creek, they 
were much too preoccupied with their own scene to remember the dog Rex. No 
one called him, and so, when he returned from chasing a squirrel in the 
woods, he found himself alone. Or so it seemed. He looked around for his 
young master, for any human being, but found none. However, when he sniffed 
the air, he smelled the woman. He could never forget that smell now, that 
fruity, pervasive aroma of female sexual arousal. He didn't see her, but he 
knew she was nearby. 

Eagerly the St. Bernard searched the beach, then the wooded hillside, 
looking for the woman. In a few minutes he found her, sound asleep in the 
grass. The well-trained dog knew better than to disturb a sleeping human 
being. He lay down in the grass near her and waited. If he was patient and 
obedient, she might play with him or feed him when she woke up. 

But even Rex's good canine manners were susceptible to more powerful forces. 
As he lay in the grass, the scent of the woman's genitals caught his nose 
again, wafting strongly from between her wide-spread legs to tease and 
arouse him. The big dog stared longingly at her dark-furred snatch and the 
gleaming red parts below it. He was torn between compelling but conflicting 
urges: all his training told him to remain still, not to bother the woman, 
but all his sexual instincts told him to move closer, to get more of the 
delicious scent she offered. Vague but tantalizing memories came to him, of 
licking her there and tasting her juices, just as he would a female dog 
before mounting her. The woman had not protested then-why should she be 
angry now? 

Hesitantly Rex got to his feet and padded silently over to Angela. He 
stepped very carefully between her legs, being certain not to brush her with 
his fur and wake her up. Then he lowered his big head and sniffed. Yes! This 
was the place he remembered, the pungent source of all those exciting 
smells. Eagerly the dog sniffed pussy fur, clit, labia, cunt and anus. He 
felt saliva pool in his mouth and shivered as he tried to resist the urge to 
lick and taste. But it was too much for him. Even years of training by human 
beings was not sufficient to overcome age-old instinct, to override the most 
powerful instinct of all, the urge to mate. Rex, trembling with excitement, 
allowed his dripping tongue to loll out and flick the puffy red flesh 
between the woman's legs. The taste captured him completely and he couldn't 
stop licking now..... 

In her dream Angela was ecstatic, moaning softly and opening her legs wider 
and wider as the gentle stranger licked every exposed surface of her vulva 
and anus. It was the most delicious erotic experience she'd ever had. The 
stranger's tongue was very large, slippery, and flexible, and it drooled a 
steady stream of hot saliva that was better than a warm bath. At first 
tonguing only the surface, he soon moved on to less accessible places, the 
inner lips of her labia, the sunken shaft of her clit, the first inch of her 
recessed cunt. Then, as his expert, forceful tongue wriggled hotly inside 
her clenched anus, Angela began to gurgle deep in her throat, utterly 
abandoned now to this wildly sensual experience. 

She smiled in her sleep as the stranger's tongue thoroughly and leisurely 
reamed her asshole, taking out every pungent source of scent and making her 
whole pelvis twitch with small jolts of pleasure as the big, slick tongue 
probed and curled within her. Then, having exhausted that source of 
sensation, the stranger withdrew his tongue, licked and sniffed tentatively 
along her vulva, and then snaked swiftly and wetly into the creaming passage 
of her cunt. 

"Uhhhh," moaned Angela delightedly, "uh, uh, UHHHH!" 

The fat, long tongue was stuffing her cunt deliciously now, reaming and 
sucking out all its juices. But the more it sucked and lapped, the more 
juices she made, aroused now to a creaming frenzy of horniness, wanting him 
to probe and lick her convulsing cunt until she came. Half roused from her 
sleep, her impulse was to throw her arms around him and urge him deeper into 
her. She reached out for him-and her hands clutched thick long fur. 

"My God!" Angela sat up, blinking, awake now but still dazed by the erotic 
power of her dream and shocked to find the big dog Rex standing between her 
legs and busily licking her cunt. Of course she understood now why she'd had 
the dream-it had been directly produced by the dog's sniffing and licking 
her genitals as she slept. At first she was violently angry at such obscene 
trickery, but she was quickly struck by the ludicrousness of it all, and she 
laughed and pushed the dog away. 

"Go on, Rex!" she commanded. "No, bad dog!" 

The St. Bernard backed up very reluctantly. Why did he always get pushed 
away and thwarted just when his excitement was at its peak? His leisurely 
licking and tasting of the woman's parts had set up an insistent urge in his 
testicles, an unbearable need to ejaculate. And now she was stopping him 
from going any farther! It was too much to bear! 

Rex howled mournfully. Angela understood his frustration-the fact that he 
had been sexually aroused by her taste and odor, and that he needed a female 
partner-but there was nothing she could do about it. 

"Poor Rex," she said gently, patting his big head and meeting his gloomy 
gaze, "I'm sorry! You ought to run around the lake and try to find a lady 
dog. That would really make your day, wouldn't it?" 

Rex panted hotly and continued to stare at her with big, moist brown eyes. 
She had petted him, maybe she liked him. He wished there was some way he 
could communicate with her and tell her his need. He was sure she wouldn't 
object if she only knew how much he wanted to go on licking her, for she'd 
always enjoyed it before. But since he couldn't tell her, he had to show 
her. With a growl of excitement, the big dog nosed suddenly between Angela's 
legs, knocking her into the grass again, and licking eagerly all over her 
creamy slit. 

"Rex!" she gasped. "No, NO! Bad dog!" 

With a howl of frustration the dog withdrew and stood quivering between her 
legs, his eyes pleading and hungry. Angela sighed deeply. She felt terribly 
sorry for the dog, but she saw no way to help him out. If she allowed him to 
go on licking her, she'd only increase his excitement and, hence, his 
frustration. And she knew, too, that any more of his sensual licking would 
arouse her to a frenzy also-and that she certainly didn't need, now that she 
had no one to satisfy her. 

"Well, Rex," she said, pushing him away again, "I'm sorry I'm not a dog, or 
that you're not a man. I wish we could help each other, but we can't. Now, 
you go back to the camp and see Tom. Go on: 

Rex understood. He looked in the direction of the trail to Camp Willow 
Creek, thought of his master, and briefly wagged his tail. But he didn't 
want to go. He loved and missed Tom, but there was something far more urgent 
and compelling here with the woman. However, he saw that she was adamant, 
and he was not incapable of a little deception. Feigning obedience, he gave 
a bark of farewell and went bounding off down the path toward the boys' 
camp. 

Angela sighed with relief and lay back in the grass again. It was really 
time to climb the hill to the cabin and start dinner, but she felt too lazy 
to do so just yet. In fact, she was sure she could doze off again in a 
second. It would be very pleasant to sleep in the warm, fragrant grass.... 

Rex loped out of sight around a corner of the trail, stopped, and snuck back 
again. He watched as Angela fell asleep, then crept up to her, sniffed, and 
nosed between her legs to take up his happy licking once more. Angela woke 
with an angry start. 

"Rex! NO!" She meant business this time. She gave the big dog an angry, hard 
push, sending him sprawling on the grass. "Go home! Go!" 

Rex felt shamed and naughty. Certainly he should obey her command, in strict 
accordance with his long years of training. But he was possessed of that 
strange urge now, the one that overcame all his learning and manners. Until 
he had satisfied that urge, he couldn't leave, no matter how much it 
violated his sense of duty. He stood up, trembling, and whined. 

"Oh, damn it!" cried Angela. "Go hump a tree if you have to, but leave me 
alone!" 

She rolled over on her belly to make her genitals unavailable to the horny 
dog. All she needed was a few minutes to get fully awake, to shake off her 
weariness, and then she would go up to the cabin where Rex couldn't bother 
her. He'd get tired and go home after that, presumably. 

Rex pricked up his ears and stood at rigid attention as Angela rolled over 
and presented her huge white buttocks to his eager eyes. Could it be true? 
It was almost too wonderful to believe-but the woman had assumed the posture 
of a bitch in heat, a female dog inviting him to mount! Rex's bright red 
tongue lolled out, dripping saliva, and he felt his testicles stiffen and 
fill with sperm, felt his great canine penis thrust into hard erection. Yes, 
surely she was inviting him to mount and copulate with her.... 

With her face turned away from the St. Bernard, Angela could not see what he 
was doing or how he had reacted to her last angry words, but she noted with 
relief that he didn't howl or come nosing over to her. She heard him 
panting, but she assumed it was only preparatory to leaving and going home 
to his master. Now that her genitals weren't exposed to his inquisitive nose 
and eyes, he might forget about her.... 

"Wha-!" Angela gave a half-strangled exclamation as the huge dog suddenly 
and unexpectedly leaped onto her back, smothering her with his furry weight 
and knocking her breathless. Before she could breathe again or react in any 
other way, she felt his shaggy body wriggling excitedly against her 
buttocks, then the hot, hard poking of bare flesh in the clenched crease of 
her ass. "Rex! What in God's name-" 

She stopped, suddenly afraid that the dog was angered and trying to hurt 
her. In terror of being clawed or bitten, she made her body go limp and 
submissive, praying that she would calm him in that way. But she felt no 
teeth or claws, only his feverish wriggling between her thighs, as if he 
were trying to snuggle close to her there, and then, again, the probing of 
hard, warm flesh. Oh, no! It came to her abruptly: the dog had seen her 
assume the posture of canine copulation, had misinterpreted her, and was 
attempting to mate! 

"Oh, God!" shrieked Angela. This was too much, to be pinned beneath an 
eagerly rutting dog! It was true, of course, that she was no longer a sexual 
innocent, having just that day sucked off two little boys and loving every 
second of it-but to be fucked by a dog! Ghastly! Unthinkable! 

"Rex! Down! Stop it at once!" she commanded. 

But the St. Bernard was far beyond hearing her, let alone taking her orders. 
He was blindly in the grip of the most ancient and powerful instinct, and 
nothing could stop him now until he had found satisfaction. Seeing that he 
would not obey, Angela knew she must fight loose. She struggled to her hands 
and knees, intending to unbalance him and make him fall off her back, but in 
doing so she only unwittingly aided his purpose. Up on her knees, with her 
buttocks raised in the air, she was duplicating the posture of a receptive, 
willing bitch, and her vagina was now within reach of Rex's enormous 
stabbing penis. 

Rex howled delightedly at the woman's apparent submission and began to stab 
furiously in an effort to penetrate her, his huge red penis battering the 
tender, slick flesh of her vulva. Now his hind legs were firmly between her 
thighs, forcing them apart, and with his shaggy forelegs he gripped her 
waist, holding her in position. His whole pelvis turned into a battering ram 
in his furious efforts to lodge his stiffened prick in her warm cunt. 

Angela realized she'd made the wrong movement and had only encouraged and 
aided Rex in his frantic efforts to mate with her. She wondered dizzily what 
to do next, how to thwart him and get away. But at the same time, she 
couldn't help being aware of his huge penis making forceful, steady contact 
with her sensitive clit and labia. She'd never realized that a dog's prick 
was that large or could attain such a hard erection. Seized by curiosity, 
she reached around under his belly, fumbled for his penis, and found it. It 
was immense! It continued to jerk as she held it, enormously fat, long, and 
stiff. Angela imagined what it would feel like inside her cunt, and suddenly 
she stiffened with excitement and her vagina contracted sharply and oozed 
hot cream. My God, it would be wild, thrilling, to let the dog do it to her, 
to stuff and ram her with that huge prick! She licked her lips and shivered 
in horny anticipation. 

"Dear God, what am I thinking of?" she said aloud. 

What, indeed, was she coming to, getting aroused by an animal? No more of 
that! She would "Aaaaggghhh!" Angela gasped incredulously as Rex's enormous 
prick suddenly found its mark, tearing with breath-taking tightness into the 
resisting mouth of her cunt. "Nooooo! Oh, God, no!" 

She fought to eject his invading penis, but in vain, her writhing and 
jerking only easing his penetration. She felt her vagina enormously 
stretched and stuffed, the pressure moving relentlessly upward, until she 
was completely filled with the dog's grossly swollen, rock-hard penis. It 
was so big and tight within her that she could hardly breathe, and she held 
quite still, fearing that any movement might tear her. Now that he had 
entered her and was holding her securely, Rex seemed less frantic. He moved 
into the normal, rather playful motions of dog-fucking, panting and drooling 
happily and feeding his penis in and out of her cunt in short, quick jabs. 
The movement was too gentle to hurt her, and Angela relaxed. She couldn't 
help enjoying the lascivious little pokes of his fat prick, the way each 
short thrust tingled and buzzed against the highly receptive tissues of her 
labia. She raised her ass a little, to get more of his thick penis, and her 
cunt began creaming in happy little gushes. 

"Ummmmm," sighed Angela. There seemed no point in further resistance now. It 
would only be doubly cruel to Rex, and he was doing nothing to hurt her. It 
would probably all be over in a few seconds, anyhow. She let herself relax 
completely, digging the wild experience of being fucked from behind by the 
shaggy St. Bernard. Rex was in a hot-panting ecstasy of rutting, his furry 
face wreathed in a canine smile. His short, quick strokes were designed by 
Nature to work his penis gradually deeper into the vagina, till he had 
completed penetration and could ejaculate right at the mouth of the uterus 
He only vaguely sensed this fact, for his whole animal being was 
concentrated in the pleasant sensations that radiated from the head of his 
prick each time he thrust it against the hot, slick pulp of the woman's 
vaginal walls. 

"Ahhhhh," Angela moaned, "Ahhhh, God, it's so nice! Good doggie, Rex, good 
doggie!" 

She gurgled with joy as she felt the St. Bernard's fat penis working 
steadily deeper into her eagerly sucking cunt, as she felt herself stuffed, 
filled, and rammed as never before. It was the most exquisitely satisfying 
fucking she'd ever had, and she wished it could go on for a long time. But 
she knew that dogs placed no premium on lengthening the act, that, on the 
contrary, it was Rex's instinct to copulate to a fast release. She sensed 
the dog's swift flight toward orgasm in the way he was beginning to quiver 
and in the increased force and depth of his strokes. Now his hard, pointed 
cockhead was nearing the blunt mouth of her womb, the thick base of his 
penis stretching her vaginal opening so wide that labia and clit were tugged 
along with each powerful thrust, making her half-faint with pleasure. 
Certainly he was approaching his climax now, for he began to howl 
ecstatically and ram his pelvis against her buttocks with all the force he 
possessed. 

"Uh, uh, UH, UUHHHH!" grunted Angela as the huge dog penis knocked her 
breathless in its thick, brutal stuffing of her hot cunt. The fucking became 
lewdly noisy now with the force of his jabs and the furious creamy spurting 
of her vagina, long sucking squishes and slurpings that echoed in the 
otherwise still forest. Even the obscene, juicy suction excited Angela, and 
she began to buck her hips in time to the dog's fucking, grinding and 
wriggling her wet cunt joyfully around the thick, long penis that hammered 
now against her cervix. 

Suddenly Rex howled like a hungry wolf, and Angela felt a sudden burning 
wetness in the depths of her cunt, then an unbelievable flood of sperm 
shooting in fiery jets, thrust after thrust, until dog-seed squished hotly 
from her overflowing vagina and spattered against Rex's furry belly and ran 
in rivers down her thighs. Still it came, burst after burst of red-hot 
sperm, triggering Angela into a shrieking orgasm. 

"Eeeeee!" she shrilled, pumping her hips frenziedly. "EEEEEE! Aaaaggghhhh! 
Yes, YES!" 

Her knees gave way, and she fell flat into the grass as the huge dog 
continued to fuck her full of his cum. She was only half-conscious, writhing 
and squealing with pleasure, as Rex at last finished with her and jerked his 
long rubbery penis out of her oozing vagina. He was blissfully satisfied now 
and restored to his normal, obedient self. He knew he was late in getting 
back to his master and must go now. There was only one task left. Nosing 
between Angela's legs, he licked her dry of all his seed, and the ecstatic 
woman moaned delightedly as he did so. 

"Nice doggie...." she said and sighed. With a final, friendly slurp of his 
tongue, Rex withdrew from her and bounded off down the trail. Angela rolled 
onto her side and watched him go, her body still throbbing and quivering 
from the powerful orgasm he'd given her. My God, she'd never been so well 
fucked before, and she never expected to be again. Drained and trembling, 
she got to her feet, swayed a little, then found her balance. She forced 
herself to make the long, slow climb up the hill to the cabin, sperm still 
oozing steadily from her numbed vagina, trickling down her legs and leaving 
little wet spots in the dust of the trail. 

"I didn't do it," she muttered, "I couldn't have done it, I couldn't have 
let a dog fuck me...." But of course she had, just as she had obviously 
sucked the immature cocks of two young boys, just as she had earlier allowed 
them to ball her in her bed, and just as she had sucked that prissy camp 
counselor to an unwilling hard-on and then made him service her ... Yes, she 
had done all those things and loved doing them. The Angela of today was a 
complete stranger to her, an abandoned, utterly sensual creature who could 
not get enough sex.... 

She reached the cabin, staggered in, and turned on the shower, blushing as 
she realized that inside her womb was a seething mixture of man, boy, and 
dog cum. She couldn't wash that away, but at least she could clean the rest 
of her. Angela spent a long time under the cool shower, and when she finally 
emerged, she believed she had arrived at a firm decision about herself and 
her future. Thinking it all over, she saw plainly now that in her middle age 
she had experienced a sudden ripening of her sexual needs, and that she had 
turned to the first sources of satisfaction she could find. Masturbating, 
seducing the two little boys, practically raping poor Vaughn, and finally 
having intercourse with the dog-all these things did the job, but they were 
also calculated to get her into serious trouble. The only sensible thing was 
to return at once to the city and find herself a suitable lover. 

At once? No, she was too exhausted and emotionally drained. A few stiff 
drinks before dinner, a good night's sleep, then she would go.... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Angela overslept the next morning and was angry with herself when she woke 
to find the sun high in the sky, the day already hot. She'd planned to leave 
very early and have all day for the long drive home. Now she'd be lucky if 
she reached the city before midnight. She had a quick breakfast and began 
packing. 

Meanwhile, in their bunks at Camp Willow Creek, Rusty and Tom were having a 
discussion. Rusty kept watch out the window, to make sure Mr. Vaughn didn't 
sneak up on them, one of his favorite habits. He hadn't punished them 
yesterday, but he was sure to be looking for an excuse to do so. Now they 
were supposed to be in handicraft class, and if Vaughn caught them, there 
would be hell to pay. 

"She didn't say we couldn't come there any more," Tom was arguing. "She 
didn't say we couldn't use the beach." 

"I know," Rusty replied doubtfully, "but she didn't exactly invite us, 
either. I don't know, Tom. I don't want to make her mad. I really like Mrs. 
Gordon, and I wouldn't want to bug her." 

"Me either," said Tom earnestly, "but it wouldn't hurt to just go over there 
and have a swim, would it? I mean, if she wasn't interested in-you know-we 
wouldn't push it, we'd just have our swim and leave. I don't see how that 
would bother her." 

"Well, I guess not," Rusty admitted, "but you know that's not our real 
reason for going. I mean, the whole idea is to get her to change her mind." 

"Sure," said Tom, "and how else are we going to try, if we don't even go 
over there? Come on, Rusty, if we don't leave now, we'll get roped into 
Vaughn's swimming class." 

"Yeah," shuddered Rusty. "You're right. Let's go!" 

The two boys scurried out of the cabin and, after a brief look around, ran 
off down the trail, the dog Rex bounding after them.... 

Angela placed the last garment in her suitcase and closed the lid. Just one 
more check around the cabin, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and 
she could leave. She regretted not saying goodbye to Rusty and Tom, and she 
hoped they wouldn't feel hurt, but she didn't trust herself to see them 
again. They would plead, she would melt, and before she knew it, she'd be 
right back to the wicked ways she had sworn to give up. 

There was a knock at the door. Damn! Just when she was ready to leave. She 
wouldn't be at all surprised if it was that counselor Vaughn, sneaking back 
with a shit-eating grin on his face and eager to get laid. If it was, she'd 
happily push him off the porch. Angela strode to the door, flung it open, 
and sighed. There they were, Rusty, Tom, and Rex, all wreathed in smiles and 
looking at her with big, eager eyes. She knew exactly what was in their 
minds: be nice to Mrs. Gordon, coax her a little, and maybe she'll do it 
again. It made her angry, but she couldn't bear to be unkind to the boys. 

"Hi, Mrs. Gordon," chirped Rusty. "Sorry to bother you, but we wondered if 
we could go for a swim." 

"Certainly," Angela answered, "go right ahead. I'm leaving, anyhow." 

"Leaving?" Tom asked in alarm. "You mean for supplies or something? You'll 
be back, won't you, Mrs. Gordon?" 

"I'm afraid not, boys," Angela said gently. "You remember what we talked 
about yesterday, about all the trouble we could get into. And you must 
remember how Mr. Vaughn threatened to have us arrested-even if he doesn't 
carry out that threat, someone else could. I just think it would be a lot 
safer for everyone if I went away." 

Both boys looked ready to cry. "Golly, Mrs. 

Gordon," Rusty said shakily, "I suppose you're right, but it's really hard 
to take! I mean, I'm going to miss you!" 

"Me, too!" cried Tom. "The only decent thing about being at this crummy camp 
was coming over to see you! Now we won't have anything!" 

It distressed Angela to see the boys so upset. She realized how deeply fond 
she was of both of them, and she felt as sad as they did about parting. She 
didn't want to send them away feeling like that. 

"Well," she said, "as long as you're here, you might as well help me finish 
up the food. There's some milk and cookies that should be eaten." 

"Thanks, Mrs. Gordon," said Rusty, obviously relieved. "We won't stay long." 

Angela ushered the boys into the living room and brought out the cookies and 
milk. Even the sadness of parting didn't dull their appetites, and they'd 
soon disposed of all the leftover food in the cabin. She watched them as 
they ate, not feeling very hungry herself, and she knew exactly what would 
happen next, the timid but persistent requests for "one more time." She even 
knew, wearily, how the argument would end, with the boys threatening to 
become tearful and her finally giving in. In fact, why go through all that 
tedious argument? Why not just announce the idea herself and get it over 
with? 

As she was thinking along these lines, the boys, their hunger temporarily 
satisfied, were preparing to start their campaign of persuasion. They'd 
planned it on the way to Angela's cabin, and they'd agreed that in order not 
to put her off, they should begin with some light-hearted and innocent 
conversation. 

"Rex was lost yesterday afternoon," Tom began, "but he found his way back." 

"Lost?" Angela inquired politely. "Just when was that?" 

"I guess it happened when we were walking back to camp with Mr. Vaughn," Tom 
said. "He didn't come with us, so he must have got lost on the way. He 
showed up about an hour later." 

The boys noticed that Mrs. Gordon was blushing, but they couldn't understand 
why. "Well," she said brightly, "I'm glad he got back all right. Speaking of 
Mr. Vaughn, how did he act when you got back to the camp? Did he say 
anything more about punishment?" 

"No," Rusty said, "and it kinda worries us. I mean, he's such a mean 
bastard, it just doesn't seem possible that he'd forget the whole thing and 
not try to get even somehow. I'm afraid he's saving something up for us, or 
maybe for you." 

"All the more reason for me to leave, then," said Angela. "That way we can't 
possibly do anything that would give him an excuse to make trouble." 

"I suppose so," Rusty replied gloomily. Tom decided it was time to take 
action; if Mrs. Gordon left now, they'd never have another chance. He 
snuggled up close to her on the couch and began to fondle her big breasts 
through the thin cotton of her blouse. "Say, Mrs. Gordon," he said softly, 
"since you're going, and we won't see you again, couldn't we-you know, just 
one more time?" 

To their surprise, Angela laughed gaily. "Oh, you boys! You're 
incorrigible!" 

"What's that?" the boys chorused. 

"Never mind!" She grinned at them mysteriously. "I've been thinking, while 
you were having your snack-and it seems to me that there'd be nothing wrong 
with giving you a sort of goodbye present." 

"A present?" queried Rusty. "What do you mean, Mrs. Gordon? You don't have 
to give us anything. You've been nice enough already." 

"Oh, I think you'll be glad to have what I'm going to give you," teased 
Angela. 

"What is it?" chirped Tom. 

"Oh, it's a surprise," Angela answered. "If you want it, you'll have to 
stand up and keep your eyes closed." 

"Oh, boy!" cried Rusty. "Don't make us wait too long, okay?" 

"Okay. Now close your eyes." 

The boys obeyed, and Angela quickly knelt in front of them and unzipped 
their jeans almost before they knew what was happening. Swiftly and expertly 
she slipped down their jeans and shorts, then grabbed a fat, limp boyish 
cock in each hand. 

"Surprise!" she cooed. 

"Oh, wow!" said Tom. "Just what we wanted!" 

"Yeah," breathed Rusty, "and it's not even our birthdays!" 

Angela chuckled, glad to have made them so happy. It would be a joyful 
parting after all, for the two boys could hardly feel sad after she'd given 
them a farewell blow-job! When that was done, she'd leave, knowing she'd 
done her best to ease the pain of separation. 

"Now," she crooned, "just lean on me, and I'll make you feel very nice." 

"Ummm," Rusty said in happy anticipation of having his cock sucked, "it sure 
would be great to have a mother like you, Mrs. Gordon!" 

"Why, Rusty!" Angela said and laughed. "This certainly is not something that 
mothers do for their sons!" 

"Well," said Tom earnestly, "I sure wish mine did!" 

"Ssshhh!" Angela ordered. 

Both boys were quiet and still then, their eyes closed, their small hands 
resting on Angela's shoulders. She began her "good-bye present" by abruptly 
wriggling a little finger into each of their small, tight anuses, and the 
boys squealed, then sighed and twitched their slim buttocks to urge on her 
mischievous tickling and pumping. With her free fingers she began to rub and 
tickle their sagging little balls, bringing sighs of delight from the boys, 
and then she flicked out her hot red tongue and lashed each drooping little 
penis in turn, while Tom and Rusty writhed lustily and began to breathe 
faster. It didn't take long. Under her expert triple assault of anus, balls, 
and cock, the boys experienced swift engorgement and stiffening of their 
immature testicles and pricks. When that was accomplished, Angela began 
nibbling and sucking back the tender, wrinkled foreskins, eager to taste the 
tiny red glans. 

"Oh, man!" squealed Rusty. "That feels great!" 

"Outa sight!" agreed Tom. "But, golly, Mrs. Gordon, if you keep on like 
this, we'll both cum in no time, and it'll all be over! Since we're hard 
now, couldn't we fuck you instead?" 

"Yeah!" cried Rusty. "That would be cool! That way you could cum, too, Mrs. 
Gordon!" 

It didn't strike Angela as a bad idea, either. She might as well get some 
relief herself, for, much as she loved sucking off the handsome little boys, 
it couldn't bring her the orgasm she so badly needed. 

"All right, boys," she agreed. "Let's go get comfortable in my bed." 

"Whoopee!" shouted Tom. "Will you take off your clothes, too, please, so we 
can play with you?" 

Angela blushed but nodded her agreement. Already she was feeling fiercely 
horny at the thought of being fondled and fucked by the two boys. She walked 
ahead of them into the bedroom, and while Rusty and Tom drew back the 
covers, she quickly removed her clothes. 

As always, Rusty was overcome with awe and curiosity at the unbelievable 
size of her tits. Each was practically as big as his head, and as she walked 
towards the boys, both enormous blue-veined globes shivered and swayed like 
over-ripe fruits ready to drop from the tree. Rusty scurried up to her and 
put a trembling little hand under each huge tit, then, on a sudden impulse 
he didn't understand, he began to suck and tongue the long, hard brown 
nipples. Angela gasped in surprise but didn't stop him. She'd never had her 
nipples sucked and licked before, and she was astounded at how beautiful it 
felt. As if there were a nerve directly connecting tits and cunt, her vagina 
contracted vigorously and began its excited, hot flow of juices. Rusty, too, 
enjoyed what he was doing. It seemed to satisfy some basic instinct he had 
forgotten, and he obeyed the urge to draw the whole nipple into his mouth, 
enjoying its combination of bumpiness and silkiness, sucking greedily and 
loudly. 

Tom was more interested in Mrs. Gordon's wide, thick patch of dark, curly 
mons hair, and in the wet, slick flesh between her legs. While Rusty 
continued his juicy sucking of her tits, Tom petted her soft pelt of pussy 
fur, then wriggled an inquiring finger between the concealed lips of her 
mons, found her hotly oozing cunt, and slipped his finger inside, slowly 
pushing upward as far as he could reach. It was so hot and slick in there! 
He remembered, with a sting of excitement, how wet and burning and slippery 
it had been around the probing shaft of his cock, and while he gently 
fingerfucked her vagina, Angela answered with a warm gush of cunt juices 
that soaked and tickled his hand. 

Angela quivered with pleasure at the delicious play of Rusty's mouth on her 
nipples and Tom's finger in her cunt. In feverish gratitude, she returned 
the favor, fumbling around until she touched the boys' tight little asses, 
locating their puckered anuses, and thrusting her little fingers inside to 
begin a delicious pumping and wriggling. 

"Ahh!" squeaked Tom. "She's got her finger in my ass! Great! What about you, 
Rusty?" 

"Me, too!" his friend panted. "I'll put mine in hers, and then we'll all be 
connected!" 

Everybody laughed at this, but Rusty kept his promise, thrusting his little 
finger stiffly up Angela's somewhat larger anus. There was no noise in the 
room for a while except excited breathing and occasional squishes of air and 
anal juices, as the happy trio busily worked their fingers in and out of 
each other's assholes. Angela was getting her tits sucked and her cunt 
fingered as well, and the heady combination was making her so horny, she was 
ready to scream. 

"Ohhh, that's enough, boys!" she said at last. "Let's get into bed and do 
some serious fucking!" 

"Right on!" chorused the boys. 

Angela crawled to the center of the big bed, and the boys jumped in on 
either side of her, small cocks stiff and ready. 

"Who goes first?" piped Rusty. 

"I hope it's me," said Tom. "My cock feels ready to bust!" 

"Well, so does mine!" objected Rusty. 

"Hold on, both of you!" Angela said. "I'd hate to cause a fight between good 
friends! Just let me think for a second-there may be a solution." 

Absently fiddling with the boys' small, stiff pricks, her curled fingers 
gently pumping the silky shafts, Angela considered what to do. The impatient 
boys renewed their attentions to her big white body, Rusty fondling and 
sucking her huge sagging breasts, Tom burrowing between her legs to caress 
and probe her juicy clit, labia, and cunt. It was a pleasant distraction, 
but Angela forced herself to concentrate: how could she satisfy both boys at 
once? She could suck them off simultaneously, as before, or she could suck 
one off while the other fucked her-but both had expressed their desire to 
fuck her. She knew little of "different" sex practices, and it looked as if 
she would have to devise her own solution. Suddenly she blushed all over as 
a wicked idea came into her head: of course, she had two orifices for the 
boys to fuck, not just one! She hadn't considered anal intercourse before, 
because the idea repelled her in principle. But, really, what was wrong with 
it? She'd just gotten highly aroused when Kusty wriggled his finger into her 
asshole; and when the dog Rex had licked her there, had penetrated her anus 
with his huge tongue, she'd gone out of her mind with the pleasure of it. 
Obviously, then, if fingers and tongue felt good, the best thing of all 
would be a small boy's stiffened, finger-like cock! 

"I have the answer, boys!" she announced eagerly. "We can all do it at 
once!" 

"What?" They were puzzled. 

"I'll show you," Angela said. "Just do as I say." 

The plump middle-aged woman woman lay on her side between the boys, her huge 
tits sloping down to trail their brown nipples on the sheet, her inner 
thighs already slick and juicy from oozing vaginal cream. Her heart pounded 
wildly as she thought of being double-fucked by the two handsome young boys. 

"Now, Rusty," she said, "you put your cock in my cunt, then I'll show Tom 
what to do." 

The eager boy obeyed, snuggling up close to her, his curly red head nudging 
her enormous tits, his arms curling shyly around her waist to hold himself 
in position. With some fumbling maneuvers of his hips, he managed to get his 
hard little prick through the tangle of her pussy fur, into the hot, moist 
space between her legs. A little more blind pushing, and both Rusty and 
Angela gave a deep sigh as his small fat cock nosed the dripping mouth of 
her vagina and was swiftly sucked inside by the eager, squishing 
contractions of her cunt. Rusty clenched his teeth and thrust harder, while 
Angela used her cunt muscles to grip and pull his small penis, and in a 
moment he was fully lodged, his fat little balls resting snugly in the 
forest of her snatch, his tingling cock moistly and hotly held in the 
furnace of her cunt. 

"Ahhhh!" Rusty said. "Can I start fucking you now, Mrs. Gordon?" 

"Not just this minute, Rusty," Angela said reluctantly. "Hold still and be 
patient. We have to get Tom in, too." 

"Yeah," said Tom, lying enviously on the other side of her, "I don't wanta 
be left out! What do I do, Mrs. Gordon?" 

"You put your cock in my asshole, Tom," Angela ordered. 

"Huh?" the puzzled boy replied, then got the idea. "Oh! Yeah! Wild!" 

Almost frantic to get his twitching cock buried in her juicy depths, Tom 
seized the enormous, doughy cheeks of her ass and labored to separate them 
and discover the place reserved for him. After some prying, he saw the large 
brown pucker of her anus, and he eagerly set the tip of his small hard prick 
against it, then pushed. Penetration was not as easy as he expected. His 
cock only banged futilely against the hard, muscular barrier. Then, however, 
Angela sensed his problem and worked her anal sphincter to open the pungent 
brown mouth just wide enough for his small glans. Tom popped it in, felt his 
sensitive glans gripped firmly and hotly, and then he groaned with pleasure 
as Angela's powerful anal muscles sucked him quickly inside. It was much 
tighter than her cunt, but just as slick and juicy and hot. Tom wriggled 
happily to work his cock all the way in, until his balls tickled her huge 
ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, man!" he sighed. "This is the greatest! Can we move now, Mrs. Gordon?" 

"Yes, boys," purred Angela, "fuck away!" 

Trembling with horniness, the boys commenced their plunging, sawing motions 
immediately, obeying the powerful instinct to bury their oozing cock-heads 
deeply and tightly in pulpy female tissue and wriggle to orgasm. The 
sensation of being fucked in both cunt and ass was so beautiful that Angela 
was at first stunned breathless, unable even to moan her pleasure. She was 
being stuffed and probed in the way she so desperately needed, her whole 
pelvis occupied and stretched by the alternate fierce plunges of two stiff 
young cocks. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it. 

"Ohhh!" she moaned. "It's wonderful! Fuck me, boys, fuck me all you want!" 

Rusty and Tom were too busy to reply. As both struggled to shoot off the 
tension, the plump weight, in cock and balls, they were experiencing wild 
new sensations from the near collision of their jabbing pricks deep in 
Angela's hot musky passages. Separated only by a thin membrane of flesh, 
their hard-driving little cocks nudged and banged each other repeatedly, 
adding electric jolts of pleasure to the already dizzying joy of pounding 
their naked glans against the creaming flesh of cunt and anus. Greedy for 
even more sensation, they banged away even harder and faster, their slim 
young bodies beading with sweat, their breath coming in short gasps. 

"Oh, oh, uhhhh!" grunted Rusty. "My cock's gonna explode!" 

"Mine, too!" panted Tom. "Oh, Jesus, uhhhhh!" 

Angela cooed and moaned steadily as she felt herself deliciously rammed and 
stuffed in two places at once. The boys were so eager and energetic that no 
effort was needed from her other than the steady contraction of vaginal and 
anal muscles to keep the short plunging rods in place. She felt herself 
flying swiftly toward thundering release, eager for the double bath of their 
hot young sperm. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" she sobbed. "Harder, harder! Let's all cum together!" 

As if by magic, her frenzied request was answered with blazing jets of cum 
that shot fiercely up her anus and vagina, the boys howling and jerking 
their slim hips spastically in delicious, sweaty climax. Angela felt as if 
her whole belly was drowned in sweet fire. 

"Eeee!" she shrilled. "I'm cumming, oh, oh, YES!" 

Rusty and Tom felt the massive contraction of cunt and anus around their 
pumping little cocks as Angela reached her own orgasm, and they were swiftly 
milked dry and dizzy. The small boys fell off Angela's big body to lie 
panting on either side of her, their little white cocks twitching out the 
last driblets of sperm, then sagging limply onto the boys' flat bellies. 
Angela lay exhausted, too, her numbed cunt and asshole streaming thick white 
cum that puddled on the sheet. It had been beautiful, so beautiful.... 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Outside the bedroom window, a tall, husky, middle-aged man watched in utter 
astonishment. He saw the furious double fucking of the little boys on the 
older woman's ample body, saw the trio fall apart in happy exhaustion, but 
still he could not believe his eyes. 

On the previous evening, Tod Ames had received an anonymous phone call, a 
message so shocking and obscene that at first he believed it to be only a 
crank caller. But the prissy tenor voice had persisted: "I'm not joking, Mr. 
Ames, this is serious. An older woman living near the camp, a Mrs. Angela 
Gordon, has seduced your boy and his friend Tom. They go to her place every 
day and engage in all sorts of perverted sex acts. I saw it myself, today, 
but rather than get the boys involved with the police, I thought it best to 
call you. I can't give you my name, but if you doubt what I'm saying, come 
up here and check for yourself." 

Of course Ames hadn't believed the anonymous caller. Rusty was too young to 
have any sexual urges yet. Why, the kid would far rather play baseball than 
even look at a girl! The whole thing was fantastic, impossible. Yet the 
mysterious caller's charges might just have some tiny foundation in fact. 
Perhaps this Mrs. Gordon was turning the kids on to drugs or some other 
dangerous and illegal practice. It occurred to Ames, too, that he'd been 
neglecting his son for a long time. He hardly knew the boy any more, he'd 
been away so much on business. All in all, it would be wise to drive up to 
Camp Willow Creek and see how Rusty was. 

As he'd neared the camp, Ames had seen the mailbox labelled "Gordon" and had 
decided to go to the woman's place first, just to see what sort of person 
she was and perhaps even, if he was lucky, catch her red-handed in whatever 
it was she was doing with the boys. He'd parked some distance from the 
cabin, crept up to it quietly, and nosed around for a few minutes before he 
heard the strange noises from the bedroom window, a combination of sighs, 
groans, and grunts. He'd tiptoed over, peeked in, and there it was, right 
before his eyes, a sight he couldn't believe but had to believe! 

Ames saw his eleven-year-old son happily and industriously balling a 
middle-aged woman nearly twice the boy's size, while Rusty's friend Tom was 
just as happily and busily fucking the woman in the ass. Paralyzed with 
astonishment, Ames made no sound or movement as he watched the scene through 
to the end and saw his young son and the other boy roll off the woman, their 
small cocks still spurting little droplets of cum. No, there could be no 
doubt about what had happened! 

Ames suddenly felt himself flushing and choking with outrage. How dare the 
woman do such a thing! She must be in her forties, almost old enough to be 
the boys' grandmother! What the hell did she think she was doing, 
introducing those innocent little kids to sex, satisfying her own lust by 
corrupting them! Ames strode around to the door of the cabin and barged in. 
There was a St. Bernard dog on the porch, and it followed him inside, but he 
paid no attention to it. He located the bedroom, marched in with clenched 
fists and face strained with rage. The woman and the boys started as he 
entered and stared at him. 

"Dad!" cried Rusty. "What are you doing here?" 

"By God, young man!" thundered Ames. "You'd better tell me what you're doing 
here! I happened to be watching through the window, so don't bother to lie! 
I want a complete explanation, and now!" 

Angela tried to get a grip on herself. This was a desperate situation, and 
panic wouldn't help. Forcing her voice into steadiness, she looked the big 
man in the eye. 

"So you're Rusty's father?" she said. "Well, Mr. Ames, I'm Angela Grodon, 
and I suppose I'm responsible for everything you saw. I'll try to explain, 
but first would you mind telling us how you happen to be here on my 
property?" 

Ames realized he was shaking with anger, and he tried to calm down a little 
as he replied to the woman's question. "I received an anonymous phone call 
last night, tipping me off, and I came to investigate. I have no idea who it 
was-a young man, apparently, with a rather high voice." 

Rusty clapped a hand to his forehead. "Vaughn! It just had to be Vaughn! I 
knew he wouldn't leave us alone!" 

"That bastard!" cried Tom. "Of course it was him!" 

"Who's Vaughn?" asked Ames. 

"The camp swimming instructor," Angela told him. "He happened to observe us 
yesterday, and I'm afraid he was just as upset as you are." 

"You're damned right I'm upset!" shouted Ames. "I saw your whole filthy 
performance, lady, and as far as I'm concerned, you belong in jail or maybe 
in the nuthouse! I'm going to see that you get locked up, no matter where 
they decide to put you! I-" 

"Now, just hold it!" It was Rusty, crimson with indignation, leaping off the 
bed and striding up to his father. "I have something to say, too, Dad! 
Before you make any more threats against Mrs. Gordon, I want you to know 
something: she's been like a mother to me, and she's given me a lot more 
love and attention than you ever did! She really cares about me. She doesn't 
go away all the time and leave me alone, she really listens to what I say, 
and she doesn't try to buy me off with money and presents the way you do. I 
don't know where you get off, hardly even seeing me or talking to me all my 
life, and then barging in here and telling me how to live! Maybe you can 
explain that!" 

Ames turned completely pale, then covered his face with his hands. 
Everything Rusty said was true. Considering that Rusty had found more 
affection and concern from this woman than from his own father. 

"My God...." muttered Ames. 

Angela was on her feet now. "Rusty, get your father a chair. He needs to sit 
down for a while. Mr. Ames, I think the situation desperately calls for a 
drink. What about you?" 

"Christ, yes!" Ames mumbled. "Please!" 

Rusty brought a chair and Ames gratefully sank into it. Angela soon arrived 
with drinks, and he downed his in a few gulps. 

"Now," said Angela, "let's just sit here and try to consider things calmly 
and reasonably, Mr. Ames. Is that all right with you?" 

Ames was still feeling the sting of Rusty's bitter words. All he wanted now 
was to keep his son, to earn his trust and affection, and he knew he 
couldn't do that by shouting. "Yes," he said meekly, "that seems the best 
thing to do." 

"Good. Now, as we told Mr. Vaughn, you saw just what you saw, and we're not 
making any excuses. The point is, we weren't hurting anyone, and no one was 
forced to participate. We're all happy together, and we simply don't see why 
anyone should be punished." 

"Right, Dad," Rusty added, "if nobody's hurt, what's the problem? What makes 
it anybody's business but ours?" 

"People are always saying how nasty and evil sex is," commented Tom, "but we 
don't think so, Mr. Ames. We all love each other, What's wrong with that?" 

Tod Ames laughed helplessly. "I'm afraid I can't fight all three of you! And 
some of your arguments make a lot of sense, I have to admit. I get pretty 
sick of all these busybodies and self-appointed moralists who want to tell 
everybody else what to read, what to think, and how to act." He blushed and 
said more timidly, "I guess I was acting like one of those people, wasn't I, 
Rusty? You can't have much regard for me after that." 

Rusty ran to his father and hugged him. "Don't feel so bad, Dad! It just 
took you awhile to see it our way, that's all. I still love you." 

Angela felt sorry for the man. "Come and sit on the bed with us, Mr. Ames," 
she urged, "and I'll get you another drink. Of course all this has been 
quite a shock to you, and you can't expect to adjust to it instantly." 

Ames obeyed, though he felt kind of funny sitting with three naked people 
and chatting away as if there were nothing unusual about it. He envied their 
cool and calm manner, their obvious affection for each other, and he wished 
they would treat him with the same warmth. He'd always wanted to be close to 
someone, but his stern, old-fashioned beliefs had prevented it. When his 
wife left him for another man, she'd remarked wearily, "I'm tired of living 
with an iceberg, Tod. I want a man who's not afraid to show his love." 

Ames wondered if it would be any different with this woman, Angela Gordon. 
As they talked, he couldn't help sneaking glances at her voluptuous body, 
with its enormous white tits, its big soft triangle of mons hair, its 
sharply curving waist and hips. He'd never liked the boyish, fashion model 
look in women; he liked his with plenty of meat on them, with big warm 
bodies, and Mrs. Gordon was exactly his type. He found himself thinking how 
she was wasting herself on these little kids, immature boys with pricks too 
small to do the job, and how his eager cock would satisfy her much better. 

"Are you, uh, married, Mrs. Gordon?" he asked. 

"No," she said, "I was divorced a long time ago. I understand you're 
divorced, too." 

"Yeah," Ames replied absently. He was thinking how desperately he wanted to 
reach out and cup her huge, swelling jugs, and how great it would be if they 
could get rid of the kids for awhile and have a different sort of 
"discussion" in bed....And as he thought these things, he felt a sudden warm 
engorgement in his balls, then an insistent twitching and stiffening in his 
cock. 

"Hey, Dad," Rusty said, "I see you've really come around to our way of 
thinking!" 

Ames saw that Rusty, Tom, and Angela were smiling down at his crotch, where 
his aroused penis was making an enormous, twitching bulge in his pants. He 
was very embarrassed and found himself blushing, but he couldn't help 
laughing, either. 

"Yeah, I guess that's the kind of evidence you can't conceal!" he said and 
chuckled. "But it's kind of hard to sit here looking at you, Mrs. Gordon, 
and not feel anything." 

"Call me Angela," she cooed, reaching out and gently rubbing the fat bulge 
of his crotch. 

"Uh, you can call me Tod," he stuttered. "In fact, Angela, you can call me 
anything you like...." 

His voice trailed off and his eyes blazed with rampant horniness as the 
voluptuous woman continued to rub and squeeze his fattened cock through the 
cloth of his pants. Oh, Jesus, she really seemed to know what she was doing, 
and he wanted to ball her so bad, he could hardly refrain from jumping on 
her. How could they get the kids to go away. 

Angela continued to meet Tod's gaze with lazy, seductive eyes, but inside 
she was churning with excitement. Beneath her exploring hand she felt the 
largest penis she'd ever touched, and as she thought of how it would feel 
deep in her cunt, she began to flush with sexual arousal. Yes, she would 
like very much to be fucked by this rugged older man. Still smiling 
invitingly at him, she deftly slid her hand between his legs to cup and 
palpitate his balls. They were hugely swollen and hot in her hand, even 
through his pants. 

Tod Ames moaned. He just had to have her! The way she was massaging his 
balls was just too much! He experienced a degree of horniness he hadn't 
known was possible, and his cock and balls swelled even tighter under her 
expert play. 

"You look warm, Tod," Angela cooed. "Why don't you take off your clothes?" 

"Huh?" Tod started from his horny fantasy. "Oh, yeah, good idea!" 

He got rather stiffly to his feet-it was hard to walk with a hard-on like 
that-and began to remove his clothes. Angela and the boys stared in awe and 
admiration at his powerful, muscular, hairy body, and especially at his 
man-size testicles and penis. His balls seemed as big as oranges, roughly 
furred and hugely swollen, and his prick appeared as an enormous red 
sausage, the foreskin pressured back by the wet, purple eruption of his 
glans. Both boys sighed with envy: it would take years to grow a tool that 
size! Angela licked her lips greedily: now, this was her idea of a cock! 

As Tod tossed aside the last garment, Angela impulsively leaped from the 
bed, knelt in front of him, and seized his huge wagging prick, giving it a 
quick wet lashing with her tongue, then greedily sucking it into her mouth. 

"Hey!" said Tod. "Wha-Ahhhhh! Oh, Jesus, that feels great!" 

Angela gave his prick a furious, noisy sucking, but it was far too big for 
her mouth; she could take in only about half of it, and it was stretching 
her lips painfully. She wouldn't be able to suck him for long, but that was 
all right. She wanted him to fuck her cunt, not her mouth! 

As Tod shivered and sighed to Angela's delicious tonguing and sucking of his 
stiff penis, he noticed that the boys were watching pop-eyed, no doubt 
impressed by the size of his tool. As they watched, their own little white 
pricks began to perk up, twitching and rippling into a standing position. 
Ames laughed: the little buggers had been laid not half an hour ago, and 
they were ready to go again! He'd been thinking frantically of a way to get 
them out of the cabin, so he could screw Angela, but now he decided against 
making them leave. Though they seemed like mere kids to him, they had a 
man's needs now, and he knew all too well the aching frustration they'd feel 
if they were sent away with stiff unsatisfied cocks. Somehow Angela would 
have to take care of them all. And he somehow knew that this remarkable 
woman would think of a way to do it! 

Angela's mouth was aching from the thick stretching of Tod's enormous prick. 
She had to give up. Releasing him, she sighed and said, "That's quite a 
mouthful! But now, how would you like to put it somewhere else?" 

"Just show me where!" said Tod. "But I think we have a slight problem here. 
Everybody seems to want the same thing at once." 

Angela glanced at the boys' eager, wagging pricks and laughed. "My, I never 
felt so popular in my life! Well, let me think a minute." 

It wasn't long before she got a diabolical but delightful idea. "Come on, 
everybody," she said, "and I'll arrange you." 

Angela had Tod lie on his back in the center of the bed and then told him to 
hold the boys on either side of his chest, so that they knelt in the curl of 
his big arms, their stiff little cocks aimed at each other. Then she stood 
back and admired her arrangement. It was a beautiful layout, all right: 
three strongly erect cocks awaited her, two small ones to lick and suck, and 
one mammoth one to enter and probe her wet, eager cunt. Trembling with 
excitement, she crawled onto the bed and straddled Tod's hair-matted belly, 
positioning her hot, dripping cunt-mouth over the huge purple bulb of his 
unsheathed glans. As she did so, she saw that his fiery, swollen cock was 
oozing its own juices, burbles of white cream from the dark hole of the 
glans, and she mischievously dismounted again in order to lick it all up. 

"Awww, aggghhhh!" muttered Tod. "Christ, that's nice, but can we get on with 
it? My cock's about to burst!" 

"We know the feeling," Tom said sympathetically. 

Angela laughed and straddled him again, taking only the very tip of his 
bulbous cock-head into the wet, gaping mouth of her cunt. Then she leaned 
forward and seized the two boys' pricks in her mouth, sucking them in deeply 
and swiftly. 

"Ooohhhh, yeah!" cried Rusty. 

"Ahhhh, suck us, Mrs. Gordon!" squealed Tom. 

Tod was a little shocked at the boys' unashamed lust, but that was quickly 
forgotten as he felt Angela suddenly plunge her burning-hot, cream-soaked 
cunt down over his achingly stiff cock. Her powerful vaginal muscles gripped 
and sucked at him, and he felt his entire prick deliciously sponged and 
suckled by silky, clinging cunt walls. Eagerly he returned her thrusts, 
ramming his huge cock swiftly up into her until he thundered against the 
neck of her womb and his great shaggy balls roughly nuzzled her ass. 

"Ohhhh, baby!" he growled. "I'm going to ball you so hard, you'll bounce 
right up to the ceiling! Hang on!" 

Angela could only gurgle her reply as she continued her sweet, noisy sucking 
of the boys' fat, jerking little pricks, but she wanted to scream with 
pleasure. With the first powerful thrust of Tod's great penis deep into her 
belly, she knew that this was the sexual experience she'd been longing for, 
the one she really needed, the expert, commanding fucking of an out-sized 
cock. She let her vaginal muscles relax now, opening herself completely to 
him, letting him take charge with his huge rolling, twisting thrusts, so 
strong and stiff that they lifted her right off the bed with every stroke. 
Oh, God, it was wonderful, she wished it would never stop! In her dizzy 
excitement, she sucked harder and harder on the two young pricks that 
wriggled and jabbed in her mouth, and Rusty and Tom squealed their delight 
and began to jerk their hips in time to her hot, wet sucking, their stiff 
little cocks rubbing and bumping each other in the spongy nest formed by her 
tongue and drawn-in cheeks. 

Rusty wondered how his Dad was enjoying the wild, wonderful orgy of screwing 
and sucking, and he opened his eyes to glance at the older man's face. Yeah, 
he was digging it all right, his face twisted in a grimace of happy rutting, 
his forehead sweaty with effort. Rusty was glad. He was about to close his 
eyes again, to concentrate on Mrs. Gordon's delicious sucking of his prick, 
when he caught sight of something, blinked, and did a double take. What the 
hell? It was Rex, the St. Bernard, looking at him over Mrs. Gordon's 
shoulder! To do that, the dog had to be on her back, and what was he doing 
there? 

At the same moment as Rusty saw it, Angela felt it. She almost spat out her 
delicious mouthful of cocks as she felt the sudden furry impact of the big 
dog leaping onto her back. Christ, what was he doing here? Tod must have let 
him in accidentally, and of course the damned dog had watched everything and 
had to get in on the scene. Rex had already worked his hind legs into 
position, between Angela's and Tod's, and had braced his forepaws on her 
shoulders. Now she felt his enormous hard penis nosing wetly around on her 
buttocks, seeking penetration. Jesus, what was he going to do? Tod was 
already more than filling her cunt with his mammoth cock, there just wasn't 
room for Rex's, too! Yet she knew the dog wouldn't quit until he'd 
ejaculated. Desperately seeking to calm him, Angela spread her legs wider 
and fumblingly maneuvered her ass around the dog's frantically stabbing 
prick until he was poking roughly at her anus. She opened her sphincter 
muscle, and the big dog's long, stiff penis slid inside, snaking quickly up 
the whole length of her asshole. Impaled both on Rex's thick dog-penis and 
on Tod's great, fat cock, she was stuffed so full she couldn't move. Both 
pricks suddenly plunged at once, thrusting deep into her, and she was forced 
to expel her breath in a loud gasp, the boys' frantically wiggling pricks 
popping from her mouth. 

"UHHHHH!" she exploded, rammed breathless. 

"What happened?" cried Tom. 

"It's Rex!" Rusty said puzzledly. "He's on Mrs. Gordon's back, and-" 

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Tod, opening his eyes to see two heads above him, 
Angela's and Rex's. The St. Bernard returned his gaze happily, his big red 
tongue lolling out and gleaming with saliva as he panted and worked his 
trembling penis in and out of the wonderful tightness of Angela's ass. 

Angela managed to gasp, "It's all right, everyone! Rex isn't hurting 
anything. We can't leave him out of the fun, after all." 

"Yeah," objected Tod, "but what's he DOING?" 

As he spoke, the dog began to fuck Angela more rapidly, working his enormous 
penis deeper into her pungent, slippery asshole, his shaggy belly thundering 
against her buttocks and forcing her down harder on the thick impalement of 
Tod's cock. The pleasure was so immense, so mind-blasting, that Angela could 
hardly speak. 

"He's-uh, uh, UH!-fucking me in the UHHHHH! In the ass! Oh, let him do it! 
It feels great!" She gasped, then caught her breath. "I want you all! I want 
to suck Rusty and Tom and I want you to fuck me, and I want Rex to stay, 
too! Ohhhh! Please!" 

"You're the boss!" said Tod. "Back to work, boys!" He'd never met a woman 
like her, but already he was willing to follow her lead when it came to sex. 
If she wanted the damned dog to bugger him, it was fine with him. He had all 
he could handle, and all he wanted, already, in his delightful stuffing of 
her hot, slick cunt. He gave her a powerful thrust that jerked her off the 
bed and back again with a loud creaking of springs, wondered why she 
suddenly seemed heavier, and then realized that he was lifting both her and 
the dog. Well, what the hell? It didn't spoil the fun of fucking her. He 
heard the two little boys sigh, then felt them wriggle blissfully in his 
arms, as Angela once again sucked their cocks into her mouth. Tod groaned 
happily and began to bang her as hard as he could, knowing somehow that 
every creature on the bed, human and animal, was near a climax they'd never 
forget.... 

Outside the bedroom window a new face watched the incredible scene, a face 
pale and bespectacled and sour. Steward Vaughn, after making the anonymous 
phone call to Ames, was not content until he'd made sure of his revenge. 
Hiking out from the camp that afternoon, he'd made for Angela Gordon's place 
and hidden in the bushes, hoping to see Ames arrive and discover the filthy 
and shameful things the woman was doing with the boys. He'd be satisfied 
then, when he witnessed Ames's outrage, the punishment of the boys, and the 
arrival of the police to take way that dreadful woman. His heart had pounded 
with glee and sweet vengeance when he'd seen Ames creep up, spy through the 
window, and then storm outraged into the cabin. Just as he'd hoped! But when 
Ames didn't emerge again, when no police arrived, Vaughn began to feel 
uneasy. What was going on in there? 

Vaughn crept up to the window, peeked in, and for a second blamed his faulty 
eyesight for the unbelievable scene that was taking place on the bed. Surely 
he couldn't be seeing it right! He squinted, focused again, and his mouth 
dropped open. He'd seen it correctly the first time, an incredible tangle of 
rutting bodies, the woman in the middle of it all, sucking the boys' cocks, 
while the dog fucked her in the ass and Tod Ames-the man who was supposed to 
punish them all!-blissfully screwed her from below. 

Never had Vaughn witnessed or even imagined such an orgy of lust. He waited 
for nausea to sweep over him, for moral outrage, but as he continued to 
watch the fantastic scene in the bedroom, he felt something quite different. 
To his chagrin and alarm, he felt his balls puff up and his cock spring into 
stiff, eager erection. Some part of him, some corner of his mind that he 
could not control, was so powerfully aroused by the sight of the group 
fucking, that all he could think of was getting immediate relief. His eyes 
still glued to the orgy on the bed, Vaughn fumbled with his fly, pulled out 
his burning, hardened cock, and began to pump it frantically. Envy washed 
over him, he longed to join the happy group in the cabin, to be allowed a 
place in their contented little group. Why had he always been such a damned 
prude? Why had he cut himself out of such marvelous fun? He groaned, 
tightened his hand around his rippling cock, pumped harder.... 

Tod felt the almost intolerable swelling of his balls, the nearly blinding 
pleasure of thrusting deep into the hot, slick tightness of Angela's 
streaming, yielding cunt, and knew he was close to a bomb-like cumming, a 
release that would blast him senseless. To add to his excitement, he could 
feel every thick thrust of the St. Bernard's huge penis as it worked in time 
to his own strokes, rubbing hard against his cock through the thin silky 
membrane that separated cunt and asshole. In his strong arms the boys panted 
and jerked their hips as Angela noisily sucked their happily bruised little 
rods, pressing them together and pumping them wetly between tongue and 
palate. 

"Ohhhh! Mrs. Gordon!" shrieked Tom. "I'm gonna cum, I just know it!" 

"Me, too!" squealed Rusty. "Here it is, oh, oh, aaahhhhHHHHHH! I'm cumming!" 

"Oh, Christ," bellowed Tod, "me, too, baby! Oh, it's good, aaagggGGHHHHH!" 

At the same moment, Rex gave a piercing howl as his frantic reaming of 
Angela's colon sent a jolt of orgasm up his twitching penis, then another 
jolt and another, stronger each time. Man and boys and dog all emitted long 
howls and gasps as they shot their cum into Angela from every direction, 
bucking fiercely against her so that her whole big body rocked and shook, 
her enormous tits flapping with the impact. 

Angela felt herself fainting with pleasure as hot bursts of sperm inundated 
and burned and steamed in her mouth, cunt, and anus. The boys' delicious, 
salty cream filled her mouth as fast as she could swallow it, while the 
fiery flooding of her belly with man and dog-cum jolted her into the most 
powerful climax of her life. Her steady groaning nearly drowned out the 
voices of her male partners, and she furiously worked with the muscles of 
mouth, cunt, and anus to drain every ramming penis of its sweet load. 
Streams of cum flooded from her stuffed mouth, vagina, and ass, and the 
tangle of bodies on the bed writhed and shook in one huge, mutual orgasm.... 

Outside the window, young Vaughn's thin face flushed with envy and frantic 
lust. God, how he wanted to cum like that, with the abandoned howling and 
humping taking place so near to him and yet so far from attainment. Well, 
things would be different now! If he was lucky enough to find a girl who'd 
have him, he'd play it right, he'd give her all the sweet fucking she 
wanted....He felt a warning hotness in his cock and quickly moved away from 
the window, leaned against the cabin, and shot his cum into the air in a 
high, lonely arc. He lost awareness of everything for a moment, and then, 
blushing and ashamed, he quickly zipped up and crept away.... 

Angela lay flushed and satisfied in Tod's arms, while the sweaty little boys 
and the panting dog relaxed beside them on the bed. 

"Well," she cooed, "does everyone feel better now?" 

"I'm here to tell you!" Tod said. "You really milked me dry, baby! I don't 
think I'll get it up again for at least a decade!" 

"I wouldn't count on that, Mr. Ames," said Tom earnestly. "Mrs. Gordon can 
make it hard again for you in no time." 

"I'll bet she can, at that!" said Tod. He stroked Angela's huge breasts 
affectionately. 

"Man, I'm roasting!" complained Rusty. "I feel like a swim." 

"Great!" said Tom. "Let's go! Come on, Rex!" 

The happy boys made for the door, the St. Bernard bounding along with them, 
and Tod called out to them, "Well be along a little later, boys, okay?" 

"Sure, Dad!" said Rusty. "See you then!" 

When the sound of laughing and barking had vanished in the distance, Tod 
Ames sighed and looked down at Angela Gordon, who returned his smile and 
gently petted his limp, satisfied cock. He was thinking, to have a woman 
like this, who's really all woman, open and loving and crazy about sex-what 
more could a guy possibly want? But he'd been such a bastard to her at 
first, could she possibly want him? He'd come storming into her cabin as an 
outraged prude, hardly the kind of man for a sensual, liberated woman like 
Angela. 

"Look," he said in a husky, hesitant voice, "Rusty said youVe been like a 
mother to him. Do you think you could go on being that way? I mean, would 
you want to?" 

Angela blushed and busied herself in playing with his cock, curling her 
fingers around it possessively and giving it a mischievous, sweet pumping. 
She wanted to go on playing with it for a long time-say, twenty or thirty 
years at the very least. Impulsively she leaned down and sucked it a little, 
then remembered that she hadn't answered Tod's question. 

"Be a mother to Rusty?" she said softly. "I'd love to. Especially if it 
meant being around you." 

Tod squeezed her in his arms. "That's exactly what it would mean." He slowly 
caressed her soft, voluptuous body and wondered if he could handle this much 
woman. "I just hope I can do right by you, Angela. I mean, I'm not as young 
as I used to be, and I imagine you need a lot of, uh, attention." 

"Oh," she said and giggled, "I don't think you've got any problem there. 
Look!" 

He glanced down and saw that his cock was hard again, huge and flushed and 
ready in her playing hand. "You know, Angela," he said, "I think you're just 
what I need. I-" 

"Sshh!" she interrupted, bending down and preparing to suck his stiff cock 
into her mouth. "No use talking to me now-I won't be able to answer you." 


THE END
