Her Taste For Youths
by Eva Kenny
(RX-360)


FOREWORD 

What makes a mature woman yearn for sexual relations with boys in their 
teens? Is it their physical attributes or some psychological factor 
operating in the woman herself? Are such women normal? 

And what about the boys? Who is the seducer and who seduced? These questions 
are rarely faced directly. 

Perhaps an even more important question in our youth-oriented society is, 
what is the psychological effect of the advances of an older woman on the 
youths she seduces? Are they warped in their sexual outlooks as a result? Or 
is it a maturing and enriching experience both physically and mentally? 

It is generally thought a woman is at the peak of her sexual appetite in her 
thirties. Yet a male reaches that peak somewhere between sixteen and 
nineteen. When a mature woman meets a high school student, what is their 
uninhibited sexual union like? Who comes away the richer? 

This novel delves into the thinking of a woman who's libido is fixed on 
young lads and explores her motivations. It shows the initial cause of her 
compulsion and traces its development from fantasy to reality. We see how 
she arranges her assignations and chronicles the growth of her obsession. 

In the story of Connie the reader will learn the depths of depravity an 
obsession of this kind can drive a passionate woman to. And from those 
depths the heights she can reach in her own development. Connie's sexuality 
is directly responsible for her being honored by the community as a public 
heroine. 

Sexuality is part of everyone's life. To deny it dehumanizes as much as over 
indulging it does. The balance we all seek goes out of Connie's life only to 
be found again when she accepts herself as she is. 

Connie finds that giving herself physically is impossible without giving 
herself mentally and spiritually. What she does for selfish reasons can have 
a positive effect for good. The history of Connie is a history of growth and 
maturity. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Connie was thirty-six the day she received the award from the Board of 
Education for outstanding service. She stood on the dias smiling and looking 
modest and made some hopefully dedicated-sounding remarks about the need to 
do for others, or some such crap. She half believed it herself and the 
audience loved it. 

As she was kissed by the genial board chairman her eyes strayed to the Boy 
Scout holding the American flag. He was nicely hung. She made a mental note. 

It was ironic, she thought, that only ten years ago Tom walked out on her, 
leaving her with a wet, hungry cunt. He told her he wanted a younger girl. 
Connie had been twenty-six at the time. 

He soon married a girl just out of high school. Connie alternated between 
being mad at the young girl and smirking at the idea that the kid would grow 
older and eventually get dumped because she was too old. 

This dirty trick her husband had played on her burned into her mind and soon 
she realized she was going out of her way to be nasty to young females. She 
gave the girl store clerks a hard time. She snapped at young waitresses. She 
actually called the cops on a neighbor girl having a slumber party. My God, 
she thought, I'm going crazy. 

To get away from the constant image of young, hot-blooded nubile girls 
laying her ex-husband, she'd look for something to take her mind off them. 
She sure-as-hell wasn't going to go mad over them! 

I'm thirty-six, damn well built, comfortable, I don't need to work even. I 
should be jealous of teenie-boppers? Screw them! 

An outlet, something to keep her busy. That's what she wanted. A hobby? Too 
isolated. Philanthropic work, that's the ticket. 

Connie scanned the local papers. A private boys' school not too far away 
needed volunteer help in the infirmary while the regular nurse was out with 
some illness. She had two years of nurse's training and anyone could 
volunteer. All that seclusion and no teenage girls around, perfect. 

She called the school, went for an interview and stayed four hours, trying 
to learn the details of the infirmary. 

The next morning she was at the school in a simple $400 Chanel suit, it was 
the closest thing she had to a uniform. Before noon she'd bandaged a 
sprained ankle and iced a black eye. After lunch there were two cuts and a 
faculty member obviously on the make. 

The boys were high-school-aged, fifteen to eighteen. The school didn't allow 
anyone younger and it was too expensive to keep a slow learner. 

By the end of the week she got to like it and even went over on Saturday 
because there was to be a football game and she thought an injury was bound 
to occur. But none did. The boys at this school were very well bred. 

The coach checked with her. He was young and attractive. She thought he was 
nervous around her because he bounced from foot to foot and tossed a towel 
or a ball or his car keys from hand to hand when they talked. She liked him. 

It was toward the end of the second week when Bruce came in. He was a senior 
boy, attractively tall and athletically lean. The coach wanted him looked at 
because he thought he might have done something to his back. 

She looked at his back, it was a perfect example of a well-muscled young 
athlete's back. She wanted to caress it with her hand. Instead she 
professionally slid her hand over his back, asking him to call out if he 
felt any pain. After some simple movements and a bend or two, she said he 
was only reacting to an unusual stretch. He recalled he had jumped for a 
pass that "unglued" him, as he said. She smiled at his phrase. He looked 
surprised, then smiled back. He had teeth as perfect as only $12,000 worth 
of orthodontia could make. When she realized how intently his eyes were 
studying her, she had to think of something to say to break the mood. "I ... 
well ... I think-" 

"I feel better, I can go back now, if it's all right." 

"Yes, sure. If anything bothers you, come see me. 

She blushed at the possible double entendre her innocent remark could have. 

He jogged away from the infirmary. 

A week later he was back. Just for a cut finger. The medicine chest in his 
dorm was all out of bandaids. She was making a note to resupply when she 
again felt him staring at her. "Is there anything else?" she asked. 

"Yes. I was just wondering how long your blonde hair is under that cap of 
Miss Jorgenson's." 

This time she did blush. Her hand instinctively went to her head. It hiked 
up the skirt of the older nurse's borrowed uniform, which was awfully tight 
on her, especially in the bust. That's why her breasts stuck up so high. 
She'd had to remove the buttons in the chest and wore a white scarf and a 
pin to make the uniform fit. But now with one hand on her head, her scarf 
slipped and two inches of bare breast stood out between the neckline of the 
uniform and the kerchief riding like a cowboy's up around her neck. Bruce 
left. 

Thank God it's Friday! Miss Jorgenson'll be back on Monday, she thought. All 
she had to do was look in on the one boy actually confined to the infirmary. 
He had measles and the principal was taking no chances. He'd even made her 
promise she'd look in on him over the weekend. 

Saturday afternoon she came by as promised. Several boys including Bruce 
were there giving the patient news of the afternoon football game. Bruce had 
a date and went into the shower to prepare. He dropped his clothes 
boy-fashion, all over the floor. When she arrived the crowd self-consciously 
evaporated. Connie was asking the splotched teenager in bed routine 
questions when Bruce splashed out of the shower followed by a blast of 
steam. The towel was over his head drying his hair while he spoke. 

"You know what else I bet about that big-titted blonde? I bet she fucks like 
a-Oh, Mrs. Mulvern!" 

He was too startled to move. When he realized he had the towel around his 
head and was standing stark naked, he flashed the towel down to cover his 
boycock and balls, turned scarlet and darted for the shower. He slipped on 
the wet floor, went down Thud! and even more embarrassed, he crawled out of 
sight. 

"He wasn't talking about you, honest he wasn't!" said the bed-ridden boy in 
panic. 

It hadn't crossed her mind, but now it did. Of course, she was the only 
staffer who fit that description. How do you like that? I'm part of some 
little boy's fantasies. Wow! 

"Sorry, Mrs. Mulvern, he just wanted a shower because he goes from here to a 
date. I thought it'd be okay." 

"I hope he didn't hurt himself, I'll check. Bruce, may I come in?" She 
tip-toed through the wet drying area in front of the showers and around the 
corner to the lockers and benches. 

Bruce was laying on a bench with the towel covering his mid-section. 

"I apologize, Mrs. Mulvern, I didn't know you were here." 

"I'm just concerned about your fall. Why did you crawl away? What hurts?" 

"My hip bone. I banged right on it." 

He was indicating his left side and she lifted the towel very professionally 
and ran her hand over his hip. The strong muscles of his body made it a 
symphony of movement. His skin was soft like hers. He felt strong underneath 
her hand. 

"Wiggle your toes." 

He did so. 

The vigor with which he did it dispeled any fear of injury. Her mind flashed 
back to a moment before when he stood shocked in front of her. His penis had 
been standing slightly erect, with the head larger than the sturdy shaft. 
She'd noticed how it shriveled up as he realized she was standing there. She 
couldn't believe a young boy could have such a well-developed organ. 

She had the towel in her hand and he was glancing at his curling toes. All 
she had to do was casually lift the towel and glance at his dick and boyish 
balls. Of course it wouldn't be as big now, but still some indication of its 
potential would show. Less than half a second, that's all it would take. 
He's so smooth, so good looking, so virile. Connie lifted the towel 
slightly, his genitals were in shadow and she saw nothing. 

"I think you're all right." 

"I feel okay." 

"Then get dressed and I'll drive you up the hill to the village." 

She gave the measles kid her phone number in case of emergency. He had the 
hospital's too, and the watchman looked in every thirty minutes. 

Bruce was dressed with his gear in a duffle bag when she brought the car 
around. They talked about the school and she never let her conscious mind 
think about her desire to see how big his cock was. 

"What size is your date, er, what time is your date, I mean?" She flushed 
and blushed. He half smiled and said, "Eight." 

"What kind of date?" 

"You mean, what're we going to do? We're going to a rock concert, the Joy of 
Cooking." It meant nothing to her, kid stuff. 

"Will you have a chance to eat dinner?" 

He didn't tell her he didn't want to eat, his girl friend would have some 
grass and they'd get stoned, enjoy the concert and eat ravenously afterward. 
"Thanks, we're eating later." 

He thought she looked disappointed. He looked at her bare knees as her feet 
moved the pedals. Nice trim legs. Her skirt rose above her knees. He felt a 
straining in his cock. He tried to put his hand over the enlarging organ. 

"Would you open the glove compartment for me, please? I need the grocery 
list in there." 

She reached for it as he tried to pass it and it fell and landed on his leg, 
next to his swollen cock. She grasped at the list as it floated down and 
missed and got a handful of full cock. 

"Oh!" 

There was a moment's embarrassed silence then she said, "I'm so sorry. You 
needn't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural at your age. You should worry 
if it didn't happen, when you least expect it." 

"Let me out, please." 

"Bruce, believe me, you needn't be embarrassed." 

"But I am." 

The car stopped, he got out and she drove off. It was only a few blocks to 
the business district. 

At home on clean sheets that night, she tossed and turned remembering the 
circumference of that massive boycock. He was hung like a horse! It was the 
most difficult night for her since Tom left. A couple of times she'd had to 
take cold showers, but this time she didn't want to. 

Her slender fingers moved within the hairs decorating her mound of Venus. 
The cleft was warm. She slid her fingertips over it. Then she dipped one 
slightly into the soft folds. Warmer still. She moved one more finger in. 
Then a third. The smooth flesh moving against the insides of her slash began 
to roll waves of good feeling through her body. A little deeper she probed, 
keeping up the undulations. She was getting hot. 

She slid her fingers up and down molding the inside flesh in a caressing 
manner. To make the feeling stronger she brought her knees up. Her free 
fingers rubbed the hairs on her pudenda and the fingers inside worked back 
and forth increasing her temperature. With the rising heat her breathing 
pattern changed, it came in quicker shorter inhalings and exhalings. 

She thought of the fullness of Bruce's penis when her hand had landed on it. 
It was fat like a sausage. She could imagine what it felt like, with veins 
showing on all sides, blue and pale red, like vines around a tree trunk. She 
pushed her fingers deeper. She thought of him naked in bed with her. He had 
the energy of youth, the taut muscles of an athlete, the reflexes of a 
trained competitor, all that showed in the speed with which his cock had 
gotten hard. He was surging with sexual energy. Her fingers bent and her 
middle finger worked its way up to her clitoris. Then ever-so-gently it 
massaged the hard piece of flesh. Her body twitched at the sensation. Her 
mouth opened as she worked her fingertip around the knob. 

Under the tent made by her knees holding up the blanket she rubbed her 
thighs with her other hand. She maneuvered it between her leg and pudenda, 
deliberately searching out the crevices which get touched the least, hoping 
the new sensation of her hand there would excite her even more. As the hand 
moved across her soft thigh and felt the warmth of her mound of Venus, her 
tongue moved out of her mouth and moistened her upper lip. Even flexing her 
lips enhanced the feelings. She wished she could feel the warmth of Bruce's 
fat cock in her body and the weight of him on top of her. She squirmed her 
hips back and forth and wiggled her toes. She could imagine what his hands 
would feel like on her or how the mattress would give on either side of her 
if he was over her resting his weight on his hands. She strained to get her 
fingers in deeper. 

She wanted to fill her cunt as much as she imagined he would do. But her 
slender fingers were inadequate to duplicate the swollen flesh that he could 
provide for her pleasure. She remembered girl-talk of years ago when one 
friend had suggested vegetables for masturbation. Carrots and cucumbers were 
the most popular substitutes for a penis. One girl had advocated rib lamb 
chops on the theory that meat was meat. 

As her fingers dug deeper and deeper and moved about inside her body, Connie 
definitely wanted something bigger so she released her cramped fingers and 
brought her smooth shapely legs over the side of the bed and slid her 
delicate feet into soft slippers. She picked up the flimsy robe and put her 
arms through the sleeves. She walked around the bedroom looking for 
something to put in her cunt. The sewing basket. The darning egg. Too hard. 
The handle of her hair brush. The bristles would scratch her smooth skin. 
And besides it would be hard to hold. She went down the hall to the dining 
room. A scented candle. No. The living room offered nothing either. She went 
to the kitchen. Maybe her friend had known something after all, meat was 
meat. But she didn't have any lamb chops. Besides they'd be too cold. But 
she did have a cut-up chicken marinating for tomorrow's dinner. 

Connie switched on the light and uncovered the bowl of chicken parts. Two 
drum sticks. They were not too large. She got the plastic wrap out of the 
cupboard and selected the fattest leg. Carefully she wrapped it in the 
plastic, then placed a rubber band around it tight. That would hold the 
plastic in place. But it was cold. 

She took off the plastic wrap and opened the microwave oven. She could heat 
it up in no time. Before she allowed herself to think about it too much she 
placed the leg in the oven and turned it on. While it was undergoing its 
metamorphosis she went into the bathroom and brought out the expensive skin 
lotion. When the leg was warmed to more or less the temperature she wanted 
she took it out and again placed the plastic wrap around it and secured it 
with rubber bands. Then she lovingly covered the whole thing with the 
lotion. It was a gooey mess. She brought the lotion back to the bedroom with 
the chicken leg. She couldn't figure out how to get her robe off. Oh, to 
hell with it. She set the warm slippery chicken package on the night table 
and let her robe drop to the floor. She kicked her slippers, letting them 
land wherever they would. One ended up on the window sill. 

On her back she brought her knees up again and reached for the chicken leg. 
It dripped lotion on the sheets. It was warm where she held it by the bone 
and even warmer in the fleshy part. Her fingers told her it was not too hot 
to insert. 

It was awkward. The plastic was smooth enough but the inevitable creases did 
not feel good. It was the right temperature so she made an effort to insert 
it. It filled the opening well. The lips tended to encircle it and come back 
together as it tapered toward the end. Oh! The warmth! 

She stopped moving it and let the heat of the chicken leg expand through her 
cunt. It was heaven. 

The plastic was an intrusion. She decided to do without the plastic. With a 
wrist action she tried to withdraw the poultry. Her labia had closed around 
it and it was a whole new sensation opening them from the inside to let the 
fat leg out. It was so good that even with the plastic she relaxed her wrist 
and let the leg slide back in a little and then slowly removed it. 

She didn't turn on the light to see where she was putting the plastic as she 
quickly unwound the warm chicken leg. It landed on the floor and several 
smears of lotion stained the sheet. 

Back on her back she quickly had her legs up in the air and the warm meat in 
her fingers and in her crotch. Before she inserted the drum stick she 
familiarized it with her body. It smeared itself all over her cunt, causing 
the hairs to stick together. The warmth of it excited her and she relished 
the stickiness and the goo. She hoped a man's cock would be this good the 
next time she got one. The warmth of it was something she'd never 
experienced before. Almost reluctantly she forced herself to pressure the 
instrument into her soft folds. The lotion from the plastic was warm and 
fluid and ran down her skin and was absorbed into the sheets. Screw the 
laundry. She continued moving the naked chicken leg into her cunt. Its own 
juices were mingling with hers and the aroma and texture were exciting. The 
heat was the best part. It was every bit as hot as Bruce's cock had felt, 
even through his jeans. 

The sturdy leg was being moved back and forth in the outer area of her cunt. 
Perfect. She experimented by pushing it further within, the heat radiating 
out of it and into her body. Deliberately she held the fat meat against her 
clit. The heat was all she needed. It was a totally new thrill. She worked 
the chicken leg back and forth, its roundness exciting every side of her 
cunt at once. She moved it deeper. It touched her clitoris and backed away, 
touched and backed away. She twisted it. Little furrows of soft cunt 
followed it as it turned, only to be held back as the rotation moved to new 
territory and left the little ridge of flesh behind, picking up new ones and 
stretching them and abandoning them for still newer ones. Connie turned it 
in the other direction. The sensations were the same and all the while the 
heat enlivened her body. Now her whole being was involved in the act. Her 
back gyrated and stretched and bent. Her toes were curling and uncurling. 
Her neck stretched and twisted. Both hands were guiding the leg in her. She 
rammed it hard against her love bud. Again she smashed it against the nerve 
center. She grabbed the bone in her fist and worked it like a pestle, 
grinding joy in her cunt. 

The excitement was mounting as she feverishly worked the food in her body. 
Backward and forward she rolled it, moving fast. She worked it roughly, 
pushing down with her inner muscles as the leg moved up, tightening her 
cuntlips fiercely. 

She kept trying to rotate the fattest part of the meat against her clit. As 
her climax approached she intensified the turning and rocked her body back 
and forth to enhance it. Then as she audibly groaned in passion the orgasm 
came. She was transported and rocked back and forth as her body thrilled in 
pleasure. The picture of Bruce standing naked and dripping wet with the 
towel over his head was before her and she cried out in ecstasy. 

Her hands kept the bone turning back and forth as the orgasms crowded each 
other. She thought she would die from sheer sexual satisfaction. She 
certainly didn't want to stop anything. The bone of the chicken was 
separating from the meat and the whole dildo was coming apart in her cunt. 

Connie stopped rotating the stick and clasped it with her cunt as tight as 
she could and played with it with her muscles. 

When her head was clear again, she put the end of the bone between her thumb 
and index finger and began to extract the pleasure-giver. The bone came out 
without any meat on it. 

She had to get the sections of meat out of her cunt. Deft fingers reached in 
and withdrew a large piece, then she got hold of several smaller ones. She 
was dragging out small bits when she realized she'd have to douche. She was 
too satisfied to do anything practical. She'd survive until tomorrow. 

Connie went to sleep with the drying and sticky chicken bone in her hand and 
chunks of meat on the bed, night table and floor, and the image of Bruce's 
young body and over-sized dick in her mind. 

The next day she hated herself. She cursed herself for creating such a mess 
simply because she was turned on by the body of a young boy. She changed the 
bed and cleaned up the room in a fury of anger. 

It was five o'clock at night when she decided to get away from her 
self-disgust by taking in a movie. She drove to a local drive-in. A trio of 
black cops and robbers picture was advertised. At the shopping center the 
film was one she'd seen. Connie decided to go home and watch television. The 
golden arches of MacDonald's loomed on the side of the road. She was hungry. 
So she drove in and went up to the window. Standing next to her was Bruce. 
They exchanged a few words. He was grabbing a bite before returning to the 
school. She got in her car and had to wait till she could pull out. When she 
got on the street, Bruce was thumbing a ride. She thought about ignoring 
him, pretending she hadn't noticed, but it wouldn't be believable. She 
stopped, he smiled and got in. 

Their conversation was light. They agreed the quality of MacDonald's had 
gone down. So much so in fact that they admitted to each other they only 
bought the product because nothing else was available on a Sunday evening. 
They were just two people agreeing on something, perfectly relaxed in each 
other's company. 

Connie said she would miss the school. Bruce said she'd done a good job. The 
boys would miss her. It was that kind of pleasantness that prompted her to 
suggest they dump the plastic they bought under the arches and go to her 
house and she'd cook them a proper meal. He'd like that. So Connie dropped 
two bags of indigestion in a trash can adorned with a sign saying "Improve 
the Quality of Life" and took Bruce to her home. 

She wanted a martini and Bruce offered to make them. He was taught by his 
father and always made them at home. Connie was surprised but tried not to 
show it. When Bruce handed her the stemmed glass and she tasted the 
cocktail, she knew why Bruce always made them at home. A perfect martini. 

They ate dinner and watched a special on the alleged achievements of the 
notorious Nixon administration. It was a short show. She offered him a beer 
after that, thinking it wasn't contributing to his delinquency and yet she 
wasn't treating him like a child. He said he would prefer a brandy. She got 
them. 

Bruce lit the fire in the fireplace for her and they sat side by side on the 
couch sipping their brandies. 

Connie tried very hard not to look at his legs. He was sitting with them 
spread wide apart. The horny bulge in his crotch was obvious, but she dared 
not think about it. 

He looked at her and tried to keep his eyes off her breasts. She was 
particularly chesty without being top heavy. He was extremely conscious of 
her sex appeal. While he had been having sex for three years he'd never 
experienced a woman much older than himself. This woman, with her trim legs 
and slender waist and full breasts excited him in a different way. He had to 
do something about it. His cock was hard again. This time he wasn't 
embarrassed. He wanted her to know he had a hard-on. He wanted her to do 
something about it. He shifted his body so she couldn't help but see that 
his cock was hard. 

She turned the other way and didn't give any reaction. She walked out of the 
room and he decided to chalk it up to a near miss and began to gather his 
coat and gloves and prepare to leave. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They were surprised to see it was snowing when they went out to the car. By 
the time they reached the main highway it was a blizzard. It was several 
miles to the school and they couldn't go more than ten miles an hour. It was 
bitterly cold. 

Cars were stuck all along the highway. The visability was worsening. The car 
moved slower and slower. At one point Bruce had to get out and push. They 
were halfway between the school and Connie's house when she realized they 
wouldn't make it. A Holiday Inn was across the highway. She suggested they 
take refuge till the road was plowed. It had taken them three times as long 
as the usual trip and they'd only made it halfway. Bruce said it would be 
better to be inside than stuck in the car all night. 

As they turned into the motel the car slid and the back wheels ended in a 
ditch. It was obvious they couldn't move the car without a tow truck. They 
trudged the few hundred yards to the motel. She wasn't thinking about taking 
a room, they'd wait it out in the restaurant or the bar. Just as they sat 
down with hot cups of coffee, the manager came in and announced that the 
state patrol had said plowing would be delayed till the storm was over. He 
had four rooms left for those who wished to stay all night. 

Only two couples went up for rooms. A family with four children took the 
third. Impulsively Connie said she and her nephew would like the fourth. She 
paid for it with her American Express card and, as they walked to their 
room, Connie explained that it was simpler to explain he was her nephew than 
get hassled for not being related although she didn't think they'd be too 
fussy during a storm. 

Inside the room the cement block walls were cold. Bruce turned up the heat 
and fortunately soon the room was comfortable. The music system actually 
worked and while the sounds weren't attention holding, at least they were 
pleasant background. 

Bruce seemed to look on the whole event as an adventure and Connie felt 
young, making the best of an emergency. They were very light hearted. 

Bruce needed a shower after the pushing and trudging through the snow. He 
splashed and sang as he washed. Connie smoked a cigarette as she sat on the 
bed with her back against the headboard, her shoes off. She imagined what he 
looked like soaping himself all over, his lean body glistening under the 
running water. She remembered how she'd seen him naked, dripping wet. She 
wanted to see him that way again. It was a battle of will power for her to 
not go into the bathroom and try to sneak a peek. What'll he think of me? 
He'd have every reason to think I'm a tramp. The word would spread around 
the school. Some of those boys are from that area and she knew their 
families. She couldn't. 

When the teenager came out of the bathroom, he had the towel tied around his 
waist sarong-fashion. 

"Which bed should I sleep in?" 

"Which one would you like?" 

"This one's fine." Bruce sat on the clear bed. She extinguished her 
cigarette and went into the bath to prepare for bed. Connie was wearing 
hip-huggers, one of the few women her age she knew who could do that 
successfully. Years of horseback riding and tennis had served her well, her 
figure was voluptuous without being fleshy. She'd have to sleep in the nude 
but she could turn out the light before she undressed. 

When Connie came out of the bathroom, she saw Bruce's towel on the back of 
the chair and he was in bed, covered to his head. 

She sat on her bed and turned out the light. It was dark and quiet. The 
sound of the snow gently hitting the window was soothing. Her pants and 
pantyhose were off and she was unbuttoning the blouse when he turned, 
restless. She froze. Bruce quieted down so she continued undressing. Her 
full breasts made it necessary to wear a bra, although she preferred not to. 
She folded her clothing as best she could in the dark and slid under the 
covers. It was only moments before the radiator gave a few weird noises and 
started a cooling-down ticking. No heat. 

She knew it would get cold. How would they keep warm? She could sleep in her 
pants and slacks, but Bruce's trousers were wet from the snow he'd been in 
trying to get the car out of the ditch. Would he be warm enough? 

After an hour the room got very cold. Bruce woke up and sat up in bed. 
Connie had been awake the whole time, too conscious of the young lad in bed 
next to her to sleep. 

"The heat's off, Bruce. Maybe you'd better sleep in your sweater." 

"It's too scratchy, I couldn't sleep in it." 

"I called the manager. He said they're trying to get the heat back on. 
They're out of extra blankets too, seems there're people sleeping in the 
restaurant and the bar. We're lucky to have this. It was the last room, you 
know." 

She thought she heard a note of concern in his voice as he asked, "Will we 
have to share our room with anyone?" 

This gave her courage to do something that had been gnawing at her mind for 
an hour while she listened to the boy breathe in the dark. 

"I think to keep warm we should sleep in the same bed." 

With that she boldly flung back the covers and quickly slid into Bruce's 
bed. She couldn't see his face, but she was sure he was turning crimson. 

"This is an emergency, Bruce, and we have to take emergency measures. I hope 
you can sleep well. We may have to shovel ourselves out in the morning, if 
we can get out." 

She was trying to sound matter-of-fact and practical, but her heart was 
pounding with the realization of what she was doing, not only to herself and 
her reputation but to the youngster's psyche. She was playing with fire and 
she knew it. 

"Yes, Mrs. Mulvern." 

Connie could sense the tension in his body. He was shivering, not from the 
cold, but from the shock. 

They lay like two stiff boards. She knew she'd gone this far, she'd lost her 
reputation anyway, might as well drop the pretense and go all the way. She 
was naked in bed with him for Christ's sake. 

"I'm cold, Bruce. Move a little closer so we can keep each other warm." 

"Yes, Mrs. Mulvern." 

He stiffly slid toward her. Their bodies were incendiary. They were both 
burning with pent-up churning, nervous energy. In the cooling air of the 
Holiday Inn room they were actually glad for the warmth of each other's 
body. Their hips touched first. Bruce lay on his stomach. To protect his 
cock, she thought. She was on her back, her full breasts tending to spill to 
either side. "You're warm." 

"So are you." 

With that she put her hand on his waist. He tensed. 

"Don't be upset, I just want to feel your warmth." 

He said nothing, nor did he move. She slid closer. She could feel his chest 
expand and contact as he breathed faster. Her hands rubbed his sturdy back 
and sides. She turned on her side and the weight of her breast obeying 
gravity as it rolled over was pleasant. The nipple of it touched his skin. 
He groaned. 

"Turn around, Bruce, and face me." She felt secure now. 

He did so. 

"I like to put my hand on you. Your skin's smooth and firm. It feels good. 
Feel mine." 

His hands were trembling as he nervously turned on his side to face her and 
brought his hand onto her hip. At the first feel of his fiery hand, she 
sucked in air. 

"Oh!" she said. She pushed her body next to his, pressing hard against his 
hard cock. 

"This should keep you warm." She softly kissed his cheek. 

"Oh, Bruce, you're so warm, so nice. I've longed for a long time to have 
someone near me who felt like this. You feel wonderful. Hold me tight. I 
want to feel your young body next to me." 

It was too much for the hot-blooded Bruce. He ignored all fear and clasped 
her sturdily, if awkwardly, in his arms and kissed her neck and shoulders 
repeatedly. His hands slid up and down her back and his knee went over her 
leg. His mouth was racing across her jaw and chin and placed itself on her 
mouth. His kisses lacked technique but made up for it in intensity. His hips 
were involuntarily pumping back and forth. One fist got ahold of her hair 
and was pulling too tight. 

"Bruce, calm down. We have all night." 

"I don't think so. You've got me so hot I'm going to cum." 

"Don't be silly." 

"Yes, I am, I can tell." 

"Quick then, put it in." 

"Oh, God!" 

She knew from the deep breath he took in through his nostrils that his 
climax was on him and she didn't have time to do anything but squeeze him to 
her. He held her tight against him and his fat cock spewed forth its cum in 
powerful spasms of muscular jerks. The sticky hot cum landed on her belly 
and rolled down her pudenda. 

Bruce was contrite and ashamed. After holding him close for a minute or two 
she went to the bathroom and found a washcloth and cleaned herself off. My 
God, he came a lot. She wondered if all men came that much, or only young 
ones. 

She'd never actually seen cum before. It had always been deposited in her. 
Tom had been a prosaic lover. 

The water was cold. It was sobering to feel the cold cloth on her tummy. She 
darted back to Bruce's bed. He had turned on his side away from her. Maybe 
with luck she could get him to do it again, youngsters snapped back so 
quickly in everything. She held him close and snuggled up to his warm back. 
Her damp belly was still cold from the cold water and it pressed against his 
ass, causing him to flinch at the cold. 

"You're cold." 

"I had to wash off and there's no hot water." 

"Could we ... try it again?" 

She was overjoyed. "Whenever you want." 

Bruce snapped around so fast it startled her and shoved his face between her 
breasts. He again kissed passionately and ran his fingers all over the full 
tit flesh. He kissed and he sucked. He licked. He pushed and pulled and 
massaged. She was thrilled beyond anything she imagined he'd do. This was 
wonderful. He loved her full tits and she was being handled the way she 
liked best. Tom had played with her tits but she always got the feeling he 
thought he was supposed to and only did it out of duty. What he liked was 
pumping his cock in her and cumming himself. He didn't care much for 
preliminaries. Having herself felt and touched was the best part of sex for 
Connie. 

He was squeezing one breast with both hands and sucking on the nipple. With 
his mouth wide open and his tongue way out, he began engulfing the firming 
breast. The areola was expanding dramatically. He ran the nipple back and 
forth gently between his teeth. He rolled her over on her back and propped 
his weight on his elbows with a tit in each hand and rubbed them all over 
his face. Her legs went around his body and she pumped to hopefully get him 
to put his cock, again hard as a ramrod, into her. Bruce washed her tits 
with his tongue and then expanded his services to her whole torso. His young 
energy and smooth hairless skin made her think of the Lesbian movie Tom and 
she had seen at the lake when they went to the Kiley's fishing weekend, 
which was nothing more than an excuse to get drunk and change partners. 
There had been four couples and she'd gone to bed alone every night. She 
never asked Tom what he'd done and he never volunteered the information. The 
marriage had actually fallen apart after that incident, she realized now. 

Bruce's ardor kept her thinking fogged and she was glad. All she wanted to 
do was feel the hot, passionate body crawling all over her. His' lovemaking 
was imaginative but uncontrolled. He needed experience and restraint, but 
she was glad she was experiencing the enthusiasm of a young boy. It was 
terrific. Why had she never thought they could be any good in bed? 

He was maneuvering down to eat her pussy, she could tell. By the time he'd 
gotten down that far the blanket was pulled off her and she was cold in the 
chest, especially after the hot treatment it had just received from his 
mouth, tongue and hands. He was nuzzling in the hairs of her cunt when she 
spoke out. 

"I'm cold." 

He instantly slid out of bed and onto the floor beside her, bringing the 
blankets up to her chin as he did so. He was on the other bed before she 
realized it. She couldn't see what he was doing but she could hear him 
stripping the other bed. 

He was speaking from somewhere above her "Wrap this blanket around you like 
an Indian and get on your knees in the bed." 

He quickly had pulled the blanket covering her down to her feet and as she 
began to sit up, he sprang up on the bed, gave her his strong arm to help 
her up and put the other bedding around her. 

"Kneel down with your knees spread apart and I'll get under you on my back." 

He was flat on his back with a quick movement and that made the bed bounce 
and she nearly lost her balance. The cold air had tingled their skin during 
all this maneuvering and she clutched the blanket under her chin and did as 
he suggested. 

Bruce was on his back and scooting down toward the foot of the bed. His 
hands went to her hips and he kept her from losing her balance. His smooth 
face was under her cunt. His eager tongue stretched for the protruding 
flesh. She settled down further so it would be easier for him to reach. He 
scooted more. They were in alignment and he thrust his tongue expertly into 
her hot cunt. 

"Oh, Bruce, Bruce. Oh, yes!" 

He slurped and sucked and worked his tongue as much as he could. It darted 
in and out and around. It explored and forced its way into her hot flanges. 
He got his fingers there to spread it even more open. Then with his tongue 
extended its full length he licked and licked. 

"Oh, eat my pussy, Bruce. Eat it." 

He increased his efforts. "I don't want to waste it again. Sit on my cock." 

She did so as fast as she could. All four hands were guiding his cock to the 
opening of her cunt. She loved having her hand around that fat organ. It was 
much, much bigger than Tom's. The head of his dick roughly was at the 
opening andihe thrust hard, missing the opening and hurting her. He 
apologized and more gently moved it again, letting her do more guiding this 
time. It went in slowly and at a bad angle. More shifting and squirming and 
they got it right. Now the fullness of his boycock was filling her woman's 
pussy. It was hotter than the rest of his body. God, did she get turned on 
by his heat. He oozed it upward slowly by tightening his young hips and 
fucking up. She fucked down and it slid smoothly the length of her 
salivating cunt. He did slow thrusting and she matched it. She was so 
anxious she let her body set its own pace and soon she was chewing away on 
his young prick with her experienced pussy. His hands went all over her hips 
and even played with her asshole. She'd never had that before. It seemed 
quite natural under the circumstances, so she didn't get uptight. It was a 
turn-on, too. Her one hand was holding the blanket around her neck but she 
pulled the blankets tent-like over her head and put both hands palm down on 
the bed on either side of Bruce's handsome young face. His hands responded 
by reaching up and clutching her full, swaying breasts with the wide areola 
pointing down. He used his fingertips on the nipples. He used his full hands 
on the meaty part of her loaded breasts. 

"Gimme those tits." 

His mouth was upon them, sucking greedily. His hips sprung into action and 
he fucked hard and fast. One hand squeezed too tightly and she was just 
about to ask him to loosen his grip when she realized he was cumming. The 
hand got tighter but she said nothing and just let him keep on squeezing as 
his hard cock again jerked in spasms with white sticky cum shooting into her 
pussy. With all her might she pushed her torso down so she could experience 
as much of the enflamed organ as possible. She flexed in a motion she hoped 
helped draw the cum out of his long hard boycock. 

He put his arms around her neck and pulled her down upon him. He kissed her 
ear and her hair and her face and her neck. His cock was still in her 
cum-washed cunt. Minutes later his body gave an involuntary contraction as 
the last of his orgasm moved through his sex organ. Then he lay still and 
gradually fell asleep with her warmth on top of him and his dick returning 
to its normal boyish shape and ebbing from the soft lagoon of her womanly 
harbor. 

It wasn't more than an hour when the sputtering of the radiator awoke them, 
still in the pile they had fallen asleep in. 

Bruce opened his eyes gradually, rubbed her back with his hands and realized 
what the noise was. "The heat's coming back on, Mrs. Mulvern," he said. 

"Good." 

In an unspoken mutual movement, they rolled till they were lying side by 
side. He seemed older as she lay on his arm. He wasn't the same little boy 
she crawled next to only a few hours earlier. He leaned over and caressed 
her, and as soon as he'd done that, she could feel his hand in her cunt. 

"Want some more?" he asked. 

"You're kidding!" 

"No, I'm not, I'm ready if you are." 

Three fucks in a few hours? Tom had never done anything like that. These 
young studs sure had it all over their more experienced elders. "Sure." 

With one spring he was astride her. She felt his cock as it passed over her 
leg and she heard it slap against his abdomen. It was fully hard again. 
Damn, she thought, God bless youth. 

Bruce grabbed the blankets they'd cast aside and pulled them over both of 
them. He ignored her breasts this time and went straight for her cunt. His 
knees nudged her legs apart. He was moving much faster than she was. His 
body was extended over her in an instant. 

"I know I've been cumming too fast, and I'll try to make it last longer for 
you this time." 

Just how sophisticated is this high school boy? she wondered. 

His healthy cock slid in her cunt with no trouble. His hips moved up and 
down in expert fucker fashion. All the movement was in his hips. Only a man 
in really good shape could fuck like that, and this boy was a prize-winning 
athlete. She was getting the best of young America, and knowledgeable too. 
This thought and the smooth sliding going on within her body excited her and 
she could feel the transformation in her breasts. They were hardening. She 
hoped he'd play with them again, but he was too busy fucking her. Faster and 
faster his hips moved her body deep into the bedding. Her own action was 
slower but their two rhythms complimented each other and the friction 
building up in her vagina was delicious. 

She suddenly heard herself uttering, "Un huh, un huh, un huh," in time with 
his cock strokes. She was completely his. 

She was conscious of perspiration. The room must have warmed up. He must 
have sensed it too because he reared up above her like a stallion and, with 
one sweeping gesture, threw off the blanket. A wave of cool air engulfed the 
middle-aged woman and the boy fucking her, but they didn't care and the 
temperature was soon equalized. The room was comfortable and Bruce's hands 
were on the bed again as he staunchly kept fucking his impressive cock into 
her soft womanly body. Then he lay down on his elbows and moved the sturdy 
cock in circles, grinding passion into her fluttering twat. 

At the zenith of her pleasure she sensed a change in his pattern. He moved 
his cock around in a circle fast, then slowed, pushed deeper and then sped 
around in a circle again. Each deep stroke was followed by a quick circling. 
It was a sensational combination. He was a master. She swooned between his 
arms, clasped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the 
mouth and cheeks. His neck stretched to meet her mouth and when her full red 
lips were locked on his he forced his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was 
like his cock and he extended it into her as far as he could and made the 
same quick circles as his cock was doing in her cunt. 

Connie thought she couldn't take any more when his hand went under her hips 
and somehow managed to lift her hips into the air. The weight of her body 
was brought onto her shoulders and he manfully fucked her into the headboard 
with strong hard thrusts. His hands were full of malleable buttocks as he 
humped forward at an exciting pace. Her breasts were swaying helplessly and 
she tossed her head from side to side in response to his youthful fucking. 
She was oblivious to everything for moments before she realized his 
breathing indicated yet another climax. And this time it came noisily. He 
let out an exclamation. He gritted his teeth, squeezed her hips and thrust 
with force as deep as he could go and held his firm cock way within her as 
the third batch of cum shot into her heat-generating vagina. She did her 
part and squeezed and relaxed and churned as best she could while the hot 
love-juice continued to fill her soupy snatch. She could actually feel it. 
The sensation was electrifying. She held his face in her hands and tossed 
her head more slowly back and forth, calming herself down with the thrill of 
his lovemaking. 

When his cock was empty and he'd held it hard as long as he could to please 
her, he slowly lowered her hips to the bed. 

Connie let out a long sigh. Bruce leaned down and kissed her cum-drooling 
cunt. Then he neatly rolled over on his shoulder and lay next to her on his 
back. His hand reached over and tenderly nipped at her breast and then he 
sat up, pulled the tangled blankets over their naked bodies, and nestled 
next to her swollen breast. 

She put one arm over him and rocked him back and forth as they gradually 
fell asleep. 

In the morning they calmly washed and dressed, ate breakfast in the 
restaurant, waited their turn for the shovel, dug out her car and 
judiciously made their way out to the main road. Connie drove Bruce back to 
school. 

"I hope you'll come back and be our nurse again," he said. 

"Thank you, Bruce. You take care you don't injure yourself playing 
football." 

There was an embarrassed silence, each afraid to mention the really 
important thing. Bruce was young and while he was gentlemanly, he wasn't 
sure of the etiquette of the situation so he trusted to instinct and blurted 
out, "You were dynamite! Thanks a lot." 

He ran toward his dorm. 

Well, she thought, that's that. More than likely she'd never see him again. 
But all the way home she thought about the intenseness of his fucking and 
the warmth of his body. He was marvelous. Were the other boys that way? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It had been a long time since she'd been fucked and she thought she hadn't 
missed it until she found herself masturbating with a chicken leg. She 
coveted cock. The real thing, but where could a thirty-six-year-old woman 
get teenage boys? It was abnormal. She could hardly seduce her nephews. 
Besides they were in Florida and the only one old enough was Rodney and she 
had a suspicion he was a sissy. 

And she had other problems to think about, anyway. What was she going to do 
to fill the days now that Miss Jorgensen was back? Travel? Visit Chris and 
the kids in Florida? Take up ceramics? What? 

After watching the eleven o'clock news commentary about the gross 
illegalities of big-time politics, with a hot buttered rum in her hand and 
hearing the projected rise in heating oil prices and making a mental note to 
have the nursery send up a man to plow the driveway, she thought that 
Florida sounded pretty good. At least she wouldn't be cold. Driving with a 
fuel crisis-could she get to Florida, well over a thousand miles? 

According to the news, New Jersey would be the toughest state to get gas in, 
but if she traveled on week days she'd at least have a fighting chance. It 
would take about a week to get ready. Yes, that was a good idea. Chris liked 
to watch old movies after the boys were asleep, so she knew she'd be up. She 
dialed. 

"How would you like your older sister to visit for a few weeks?" 

"I've been trying to get you down here for years. The winter finally getting 
to you?" 

"Something's finally getting to me." 

"Good. Come on down. When should I expect you?" 

"Around the end of next week, Thursday or Friday. I'll drive and it'll 
depend on the roads, how soon I can get away, and whether or not I'll run 
out of gas." 

"Well, there's plenty of gas around here. I think the whole thing's a put-up 
job to increase profits and save the big shit-head's skin. I wouldn't put 
anything past him. Look what he did with milk and wheat." 

Connie knew her sister could go on about the popular subject for hours so 
she interrupted. 

"Okay, as long as I know I'll be welcome, I'll listen to your diatribe when 
I get there. Anything you want me to bring?" 

"Yes, there is. I'd love for you to bring down mama's rocking chair. Could 
you get it in the back seat?" 

"I think so." 

"Good. I'd hate to trust it to the movers. It's a good piece, you know. 
Speaking of which, any men in your life?" 

Connie didn't answer right away. 

Chris knew her sister and the sudden dicision to visit Florida must mean 
that there was some man, things hadn't gone right and Connie wanted a change 
of scene to get over it. 

"Come on down, honey, and for God's sake bring the little brats something. 
They're at the 'what's for me' stage." 

"It'll be good to see you all. Next Thursday or Friday." 

Laying in bed that night, Connie decided it was the best move. 

The laundry man put the awkward rocking chair in the back seat of the car 
for her so she didn't have to worry about that. When it came time to put her 
luggage in the trunk, she prudently packed it away from the spare tire just 
in case she had a flat and had to get it out, it would be easier. When she'd 
checked everything off her list, she put a Thermos of martinis in the glove 
compartment and happily set off for the sunshine state. 

She hadn't gone three miles when she saw a teenager hitchhiking. He looked 
clean cut. She stopped. 

"Would you give me a lift to the shopping center? It's right on this road, 
just before you get to the thruway. 

She did. Then she turned the car with the full tank of gas onto the thruway 
and headed south. 

All along the road the idea of the hitchhiker went around in her brain. 
Bruce had needed a lift. This one had too. Kids all over were hitchhiking, 
part of the new freedeom, she guessed. All the horror stories about the 
dangers of hitchhiking held no meaning for them, she thought. What a 
different age these sturdy youngsters are growing up in. She could give lots 
of them a lift. Was there any danger for a woman traveling alone? If she 
stuck to the young ones, probably not, and they'd be more relaxed traveling 
with a woman, little danger there. 

The next teenage boy she saw thumbing a ride alone, she stopped and picked 
him up. His name was Lyle, an unusual name. He was chunky with laughing eyes 
and a ready smile. A fun kid. His great love was apparently slot cars. She'd 
never heard of them, but within an hour she'd learned quite a bit about 
them. Much more, in fact, than she cared to. She was about to yawn 
dramatically when Lyle shifted gears. 

"You married?" 

"I'm a divorcee." 

"My mom's divorced. I can sure tell when she needs a man around the house." 

"I'm sure she's very proud that you're the man of the house, even though 
you're very young." 

"That's not what I'm talking about. Sure, I can do stuff, and in August I'll 
get my driver's license, but my mom needs to get laid now and then. You 
know?" 

Connie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The new freedom was going a 
little too far. 

"My mom's an attractive woman, like you. She's used to lovemaking and she 
needs it. She's a lot easier to live with when she's getting it regular 
like." 

"Aren't you speaking a little disrespectfully of your mother? I'm sure if 
one of your playmates talked that way about her, you'd shut his mouth with 
your fist. You shouldn't-" 

"Shit! My old lady's hit the sack with just about everybody I know. It's no 
secret around here. She's a whore." 

"How dare you speak of your mother that way!" 

"Well, it's no lie. She ain't got big tits like you, but she's built. All 
the guys like her. If you don't believe me stop at Tony's Tavern up the 
road. She's there a lot. Sometimes Tony gives her a turkey or some steaks to 
bring home. She's good for his business. Brings the guys in. Stop and ask 
Tony." 

"I don't want to hear anything more you have to say about your mother." 

"Okay, but I ain't lyin'. I'll get off at Tony's. I can wait there for 
someone going down the county line." 

When the Tony's Tavern sign loomed ahead, she slowed down and pulled on to 
the gravel parking lot to let the kid out. She was glad to get rid of him. 
He was an attractive youngster with big hands and a sensuous mouth, but his 
attitude toward his mother appalled her. 

"Thanks for the lift." He trotted up the stairs to the tavern and she pulled 
onto the pavement and shifted to second. A clump clump told her she'd picked 
up a nail and had a flat. She pulled to the side of the road. 

She was just assembling the jack when two burly men came out of the tavern, 
saw her predicament and ambled over to the sedan. 

"Hey, lady, it's too cold for you to be doing that. Go inside and grab a cup 
of coffee. We'll change that tire for you." 

After a few pleasantries, she went into the tavern. 

Tony was behind the bar and Lyle was studying the juke box. The jingle of 
the bell over the door was cheerful and when Tony called, "Come in out of 
the cold!" it dispeled the suspicious stare she got from the three customers 
wasting time over their beers. 

Lyle smiled from ear to ear when he saw her. "Checking the place out, huh?" 
he asked. 

"I just got a flat. Two gentlemen (she stressed the word) are fixing it for 
me." 

He brought her a cup of coffee and Tony said it was on the house. 

Since there was no one else to talk with, she listened to Lyle talk about 
fishing through the ice. No, she'd never done that. He commented about 
skiiing. No, she was not a skier. He liked to ride horses. This was 
something they had in common. Her ex-husband had kept horses. Lyle's talk 
about horses was curious. She got the feeling he wasn't talking about horses 
at all, they were just an excuse for him to talk about the feel of flesh 
against his legs, the smell of an animal exercising, the feel of patting the 
skin, feeling the body heat, riding hard and fast and then slowly jogging 
along. It was mind-blowing the way this fifteen-year-old could be so erotic 
about riding a horse. She was speechless. 

The Samaritans came in and pronounced their errand of mercy was completed. 
She offered to buy them a beer but they didn't have time. She was about to 
pick up her purse and leave when Lyle asked her to dance. It was his 
favorite number. Connie declined. 

Tony interrupted her departure. "You don't want to frustrate the kid, do 
you? He never gets to dance in here unless his old lady's here. Be a sport." 

Tony had been kind and it would leave a bad feeling if she refused again. 
What could it hurt? She attempted to bounce to the rock music, a musical 
form she never understood. After just a few bars she got to like it and 
swung easily with the teenager. It was fun. She smiled. This lit up Lyle's 
face. When the song was over, another immediately came on. They continued to 
dance. At the end of that number a brandy and a Coke were on the table next 
to her coat. Tony insisted on a dance. She sipped the drink and joined him 
on the parquet. Jolly Tony was no dancer and his gyrations were comic. She 
laughed out loud. Lyle was ecstatic. Before she knew it she'd finished the 
drink and four dances. It hadn't crossed her mind but her heavy breasts had 
been bouncing and her agile hips moving seductively. Lyle was getting 
aroused. 

She really had to go, but Lyle asked if she would like to see the rabbits. 
He seemed proud of them so she agreed and, picking up her purse and coat, 
followed the youth through the storeroom to the shed area, waving farewell 
to the jovial proprietor and the grinning customers. It had been fun. She 
was relaxing. 

The rabbits were in pens at the end of a long structure whose main duty was 
to provide shelter for several hundred chickens. Rabbits didn't interest 
Connie. Lyle wanted to show her the chicks hatching. They were inside 
another room, where they wouldn't catch cold. The plump youngster held the 
door for her. Inside was poorly lit and smelled of feed storage. It was a 
pleasant aroma. The chicks were in a high pen, with electric lights burning 
and newborn chicks crowding around the bulb for warmth. Lyle handed one to 
her. She stroked it and held it next to her cheek. When she released it back 
in the pen, she turned toward the door and Lyle. At first she didn't realize 
what she saw. Blinking didn't take the sight away. Lyle had dropped his 
pants and was beating his meat while he stared at her. 

"Lyle, how dare you! Stop that at once. Get away from that door!" 

Lyle's pants were down around his knees and she tried to force her way past 
him to get out of the room. The sturdy kid tackled her and brought her down 
on a sack of feed. She started to yell but his hand was over her mouth. She 
still couldn't believe this was happening. 

"Don't yell. I won't hurt you. You're just like my mama, I can't fuck her 
but I can fuck you." 

The enormity of what was happening fought its way to her mind. She fought to 
be free of the clutching of the teenager. 

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, honest. I'm good. You'll like it. 
See, I got a big cock. Look." 

She strained her neck so she couldn't possibly see it. 

"Look, you'll like it. Look, Mama, look." She refused but he knelt on her 
arm and put his hand on her shoulder and grabbed his cock in his other hand 
and pressed it against her chin. "Look. It's a good one." 

"No, Lyle, you mustn't." 

"But I want to. I can hear mama at night. She likes it. You'll like it, too. 
Honest. I've watched them fuck a lot and I know what to do. I'll be good. I 
promise. Take off your pants. Here, I'll help." 

The anxious youngster eagerly tugged at the waistband. He'd rip them if she 
didn't cooperate. Silently she slid the slacks off her curvaceous hips and 
down her legs. Lyle pulled them off completely. When her pants were off he 
felt secure enough to take his off. The room was warm but Connie began 
shivering. 

"Lyle, you don't want to do this. Somebody'll come in and see what you're 
doing, then what would happen?" 

Nobody'll come in. Tony's busy. Besides, I barred the door." 

Connie shot a look at the door. The bolt was across it all right. He was 
right, no one was likely to come by. She resigned herself to this. 

"Take off your sweater. Let me see your tits." When she had her arms in it 
and the material was over her head, Lyle sprang on her breasts with both 
hands and his mouth. He was erratically kissing the full breasts and trying 
to get all of them into his fists. She struggled to get her arms out of the 
sweater but he held them over her head, still entangled in the sweater. His 
hungry mouth moved all over her tits. He got one nipple in his mouth and 
sucked savagely. 

"Stop it! You're hurting." 

"I'm sorry, Mama. I'll go easy." He kept one nipple in his mouth and sucked 
gently. The other tit he held in his hand and repeatedly snapped the nipple 
with the palm of his thumb. He put his thumb on the tip of it gently and 
moved it in tiny circles. He tilted his head so he could watch the thumb 
play on the nipple without taking the other one out of his mouth. They were 
big and round and had big washers around the tips. He liked the little 
pimples that clustered at the areola. He could see them getting harder as a 
result of his ardor. His cock was already producing pre-seminal fluid and he 
wanted more of her body. 

"Put your legs together so I can take off your panties." 

She was beginning to feel awful. "Hurry up, Mama." 

Connie tried to sit up and do as she was told, but the idea of all this and 
the fact that he kept calling her "mama" was getting to her. 

She hesitated too long and Lyle grabbed the flimsy panties and ripped them. 
In two strong yanks he'd torn them from her white flesh, leaving her bare on 
the sack of chicken feed. She was hanging over both ends, her head and feet 
lower than her torso, which was stretched over the 200-pound feed bag like a 
sacrifice on an altar. 

"Put your arms over your head, come on." 

She thought cooperation was the best bet, so she did as he bid. 

Lyle stood over her and grabbed his cock in an anxious fist and, holding his 
shirt and jacket up so it didn't interfere with his masturbation, jacked off 
while his eyes glistened, looking at her spread out naked below him. 

His fist was moving too fast for her to see what his cock looked like from 
this angle, but the time it took for his fist to complete its cycle 
indicated he was having trouble getting from one end to the other. He 
couldn't close his fist, his cock was so fat. 

"Oh, you're beautiful!" 

For some strange reason the older woman felt flattered. 

"Will you give me some of your pussy the way Mama gives it to the guys that 
come by? I'll show you how she does it. They like it." 

"I know how to fuck." 

"Do you let 'em suck your tits?" 

Connie didn't want to answer. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm. 

"Keep your hand up there so I can see all of your big tits. Wiggle 'em back 
and forth. I like to see 'em change shape." 

Connie was afraid not to, but it was not easy, spread out as she was. 

"Oh, Mama. I watched those guys fuck and I'd get so hot. This time I get to 
feel your tits and you'll grunt and breathe hot in my face, like she does in 
theirs." 

He dropped to his knees and moved her legs apart. His young body was 
hairless an slid against her skin effortlessly. His left hand lifted her 
knee and he walked on his knees closer to her vaginal area. The left hand 
lifted her leg further and her back was lifted off the feed bag. He was 
raising her torso to the level of his cock. When he could get to it easily 
he inserted the head of his pointed cock into her cunt. He didn't put it in 
deep, just entered enough so she could feel it. His other hand lifted her 
right knee and, when he had both legs at his shoulder level, he shot his 
cock into her. She gasped with the sudden invasion. 

"You like that? Mama does. She yells and everything when they give their 
cocks to her that way. That's always the way I wanted to do it. Good, huh?" 

His heavy body was powerful and he had a lot of thrust. He was hurting. 

"It hurts. Take it out." 

"That's what she says! Oh, wow!" Lyle speeded up his fucking, rearing back 
and blasting his fat cock into her defenseless cunt. He fucked steadily, not 
varying his technique at all. By the tenth or twelfth stroke, Connie knew 
what to expect and was prepared for the powerful surge of his boyfuck meat 
into her body. A few more strokes and she could contract and expand her 
cuntal tissue to cooperate with the fucking. It was beginning to feel good, 
too. 

"Yeah, Mama, good." He held her legs aloft by each ankle. His strong hips 
drove his stout cock repeatedly into her exposed vagina. 

His face was growing red and his breathing came faster. 

It was getting to Connie too. She matched her breathing pattern to his. Her 
tummy heaved and retracted with her breaths. She was aroused by the warmth 
he was generating in her flesh. She liked his powerful strokes, his constant 
driving, the thickness of his boycock. 

Abruptly he dropped her legs and flung himself across her torso, licking at 
her fat breasts. His hands were all over them, squeezing and molding them, 
holding a mouthful of tit in his hand and feeding it to himself, all the 
while keeping up the steady drumming into her juicy snatch with his hot 
prick. 

Her back was beginning to feel the rough gunny sack that held the feed. It 
was upleasant but so many pleasant things were going on in her body she 
tried to ignore it. In the brief moments when there was nothing in his 
mouth, he would purr "Mama, Mama," and that upset her. Still she tried to 
blot it out and concentrate on the thrilling sensation of this eager 
teenager fucking his life into her body. His fingers squeezed tighter and 
his face got redder and his fucking got faster and with a growl that started 
in his bowels, he let out a roar and shot his cum into her. "Fuck, Mama, 
fuck!!!" 

The gunny sack could take no more pressure and, with a shot of grain, spewed 
the feed across the wooden floor of the storage room, a rip in its side from 
the pressure of their fornicating bodies and his strong thrusts. Lyle 
collapsed, exhausted, across her and they gradually returned to normal 
breathing together. 

Within a few minutes he rose to his knees and raced getting his clothes back 
in place. He opened the door and ran out into the twilight. 

Connie was slower to gain her feet and had difficulty finding her clothing. 
Her panties were ripped so she left them where they were. To hell with them. 
The kid was crazy, she was lucky he didn't injure her. Or worse. She 
staggered to the door, brushed hair out of her face and unsteadily walked to 
her car. What point would there be in telling Tony on him? The tavern keeper 
would probably ask to see the scene of the crime and when he got her in the 
room, do the same thing himself. If she had to be fucked by either, she was 
glad it was Lyle, at least he was young and energetic. She liked the passion 
of the teenager. It reminded her of Bruce. No harm done. Forget it and go to 
Florida. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

She drove steadily till midnight, not even glancing at hitchhikers. 

The further south she went, the warmer it became. Connie peeled garment 
after garment and found herself driving with the windows open, sunglasses 
on, her hair held back by a scarf and rock and roll music on the radio. She 
kept time with her fingers on the steering wheel. She'd had to wait an hour 
for gas that morning, but the tank was full and she had only a hundred miles 
to go. 

The radio music changed and she began singing with it. " ... you're sixteen, 
you're beautiful and you're mine." When she realized what she was singing, 
she laughed out loud. 

She arrived at her sister's late at night. The younger kids got out of bed 
to welcome her. Rodney was out on a Boy Scout trip. The children looked 
taned and healthy. Connie and Chris talked till after two in the morning. 

She went grocery shopping in the morning and then they all went to the 
seashore in the afternoon. Nancy, the youngest, squealed and yelped and 
danced in the surf. Bobbie, almost ten, was much too sophisticated for such 
simple pleasure so he and some other kids slipped off for what they hoped 
would be mischief. When he eventually would get back, his mother would scold 
him for getting sunburned. 

Monday. The lifeguards lounged around and talked to each other. The sun was 
out but it wasn't particularly warm and no one was in the water. When Connie 
got resettled, she began to notice the lifeguards were eyeing her. Finally 
one of them took off and the other casually sauntered by her blanket. 

"Don't get too much sun, now. You'll have to creep into a tan." 

Connie smiled. "I'll be careful." 

From there their conversation went to geography: where are you from, where 
are you staying; to vital statistics: are you married, I'm nineteen; to 
appetite: are you hungry, I've got some sandwiches, would you like a beer? 
to double entendres on his part and silent approval on hers. 

He was living in a trailer with another lifeguard. The one he'd been talking 
to. She offered to drive him home. He usually rode his bicycle. He agreed to 
leave his bike at the beach and accept the ride. 

In the car he put on a sweat shirt to cover his broad tanned chest and 
muscular arms. He had a nice flat stomach, she noticed. And noticed. He kept 
putting one hand under his sweat shirt and patting his stomach and saying, 
"Yes, sir," in an absent way. She smiled to herself at his youth. 

His youth was why they were in the car together. He was gorgeous. A college 
girl's dream, well, a college girl's dream when she was college age. He had 
a nice jaw, auburn hair faded by the sun on top, flat colorless bare feet, 
and golden hair all over his legs. The muscles in his legs were stronger 
than the average boy's and he stretched them out so far in the front seat 
that his foot practically touched her gas pedal. 

"Now you'll have to direct me. I'm a stranger here." She smiled when she 
said it. 

"Left. Right at the next light. Do you mind if I stop here and get 
something?" 

He dashed into a liquor store. Connie almost laughed out loud. Did he think 
he was old enough to drink? Of course, she realized, he was. Bruce was 
younger and made the world's greatest martini. This lad was older. He 
probably had been drinking for years. She had to get over the fact that 
while they may look like children to her, they were no longer children. And, 
she noticed, as he slid back into the front seat, his crotch was manfully 
not a child's. 

"This is it, here. Er, would you like to come in for a drink?" 

Connie was twitching with glee. He was so corny! But he was beautiful. And 
really, he was nice. 

"Thank you, if you promise not to make it too strong." Why not play along? 
Maybe I'll help improve his technique. Any girl would succumb to him, she 
imagined, but why should she have to listen to that antique seduction 
ritual. 

The music he put on was surprisingly good. And as they sipped their drinks 
and he showed her some of the things he'd decorated the trailer with, she 
began to develop a kind of admiration for him. From the bronzed handsome 
athlete she'd first noticed on the beach, he was turning into a quiet, 
self-conscious, kind, mellow, philosophical, pleasant young man. And he was 
still gorgeous. 

By the time he had described how the sea and shore looked when he picked up 
a piece of driftwood she admired, she was hooked. He was a damned nice guy, 
a loner. Being a lifeguard gave him a lot of time to think and look at the 
sea and the sky and to listen to the gulls. It was a peaceful life and he 
cherished it. 

Connie came to the conclusion his roommate and the other guards must have 
kidded him about picking up a woman and he felt compelled to do it to save 
face, and that's why his line was so banal. He simply didn't know how to go 
about it so he attempted to imitate what he'd heard older fellows brag 
about, getting everything out of proportion. She wanted to tell him all he 
had to do to get a girl was be himself. Himself was a very nice thing. She 
had a flash vision of him in ten years. Married to an ordinary, quiet wife, 
maybe with kids, maybe owning a fishing boat and growing lined from the 
weather, his golden glow fading and weathering. 

She must have been staring at him while she thought, because she saw him 
staring at her face questioningly and heard her name being called. "Connie? 
Where are you?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. That piece of driftwood set me to daydreaming." 

"I do that too. I just wonder where it's been, how far it's traveled. Maybe, 
if things had been different it would be part of a big tree now, or firewood 
in someone's house. You know?" 

Yes, she knew. Her heart warmed to him. 

When her glass was empty and he offered to refill it, it must have reminded 
him of his mission, seduction. He paused and cast his head down. 

Connie understood what was passing through his mind. She thought she would 
frankly like to enjoy sex with this young man. It was a perfect opportunity 
to help him along with his technique. She would enjoy teaching him. 

"My, I'm warm. Put more ice in mine this time, will you?" 

When he turned around from the refrigerator, she was sitting on the fold-out 
bed, her handsome legs spread across the whole length. He'd have to sit on 
them or move them. 

At first he didn't register the seductive pose she was in. Then he got a 
little tongue-tied, then encouraged, then excited. 

"Well, ah, here's your drink and ... here's to us." 

She smiled as sweetly as she could and raised her glass, "Oh, my, that's 
strong. I am certainly feeling this, but it's good." 

He coiled his body so he could sit beside her without disturbing her lovely 
legs. His hand strolled down and picked at a piece of lint on her 
hip-huggers. She arched her bust. That always got them. 

He was more aggressive than she thought. He abruptly leaned over and kissed 
her. 

They didn't talk after that, he just kept kissing her and she gladly 
responded. His kisses were strong and warm and turned her on. She meant 
everything she was doing now. His strong hands held her and she tried to be 
available to have some flesh wherever his hand might want to go. In a 
respectable period of time they were prone on the cramped fold-out. Connie 
indicated it was uncomfortable and he raised her up, moved some things and 
folded out the bed in silence. He turned to her, held her close, kissed her 
hair-which she thought was very romantic-then dropped to his knees and 
kissed her stomach. His hands rubbed her ass gently. As he came up he 
brought his hands to her bikini top then to the back to unfasten the tie. 
She kept her lips on his then put her arms around his waist. 

They were on the bed after a few minutes and neither of them could remember 
how they got there. His firm arms slid the bikini pants off her womanly hips 
and dropped them on the floor. He stood up and took off his jeans and tank 
top. He wore multi-colored briefs that fitted snuggly around his cock and 
balls. The genitalia stood out with sexual excitement. He wasn't 
self-conscious at all. He was in complete control of himself and was 
imposing it on her, too. As he dropped his briefs she sat up on the small 
bed and pulled the suntop over her head. He reached to help her. Under the 
camouflage of the suntop and her hair and arms over her head, she eyed his 
cock. It was on the long side, but thin. Or maybe she just thought so 
because she was remembering that fat kid in the feed room, what was his 
name? Lyle! That was it. But no, this was a skinny cock. Hard as it 
certainly was, it was not particularly long, but it was well shaped. The 
remarkable thing about his naked body was the demarcation between his tan 
line and the pale flesh around his hips. He was fair skinned and yet tanned 
extremely well. It was a nice combination, and sexy to her eyes. 

The bronzed lad didn't waste time. He stretched out on his side and pulled 
her shoulder down so her body rested against his. He alternately stroked her 
skin and her hair. His kisses came slowly and there were not too many, but 
his hands were casually busy running over her flesh, his sun-darkened skin 
contrasting with her paler smooth ivory. She kissed him back whenever his 
lips were on her mouth and delicately let her fingers caress his skin. Her 
fingernails wandered like lazy rivers across his torso. When his hand was on 
her flesh hip, she put her hand behind his head and pulled the youth to her 
face. As soon as their lips met, his tongue was inside her mouth. For the 
first time his hand went to her breast. It made her draw her breath in to 
feel his warm hand on her tit. His fingers wandered over it, then proceeded 
to the other one. Eventually they managed to stroll over her entire body, 
including her cunt. It had taken him almost half an hour to first touch it. 
He must have read or knew instinctively that women are slower to arousal 
than men. She was adjusting to his pace and, while it was slower than a lot 
of men, it was his and it was thrilling. He dropped to his knees on the 
floor and turned her so her pelvis stared him in the face. He tenderly 
kissed the inside of her thighs. His tongue was outside his mouth, probing 
for a nest to rest in, and came closer and closer to her hairy mound. Her 
labia rested inches from his eyes and he studied them before he proceeded, 
examining them logistically, determining the best angle from which to 
proceed. He advanced toward his goal. The goal cooperated by Connie 
spreading her legs to make his advance easier. 

He looked up and smiled. His tongue edged its way into her cunt and moved it 
slowly at first, gradually searching out the corners and crevices. He probed 
deeper and worked his investigation around the inner ring. The pink pussy 
flesh was warm to his mouth and he found himself sucking and swallowing to 
increase the sensation. His strong jaw wagged from side to side like the 
pendulum of a clock. When it would get to one side, he would stretch his 
tongue to get as far inside as he could, then do the same thing on the other 
side. He varied his explorations by straining to get to the bottom of her 
opening. The gash was held open by his slender fingers as his tongue moved 
down to the bottom of the tender opening and his nose became inserted in the 
top of it. By moving his head up and down, he managed to produce vibrations 
all through her vagina with his nose pressuring the top when he moved up and 
his tongue stimulating the bottom when he moved down. 

Her first low murmur of pleasure encouraged him to move faster. He moved his 
head more quickly and added a slight turn from side to side, which expanded 
the pleasure she was receiving. Looking down, she could see his sun-bleached 
hair catching the faint light filtering in through the drawn curtains as he 
mouth-fucked her cunt. Utterances of pleasure oozed out of her. Her fingers 
roamed through his hair. 

When he withdrew his face from her pussy, his nose was red and he had to 
pick a pussy hair out of his teeth. Casually he climbed onto the bed beside 
her, guided her lengthwise on it. He rubbed her hip while he kissed her face 
and neck. His hand was weighing her full breast and his mouth gradually 
descended to plant the kisses all over the white flesh and red nipple. He 
puckered his lips, attached them to the nipple and sucked softly. It was 
like he was sucking on a nerve that went directly to her vagina. This tender 
sucking of her tit by the sun-tanned lifeguard made the juices flow in her 
body. Instantly her hand secured his head to her breast and she undulated 
her hips up and down. 

He knew it was time to actually fuck her. He slid down her body and crawled 
between her legs. She spread them willingly. Up on his knees, he was in 
complete control of her body, just the way she wanted it. He stretched over 
her, supporting himself on his arms as if he were about to do pushups. His 
handsome face smiled down on her and he craned his neck and put his lips on 
hers. She responded by doing the same. With a little hip movement he was 
able to insert his cock into her cunt without taking his eyes off her. She 
could feel his balls against her leg. The coarse hairs on them tickled. His 
entrance was slow and cautious. When he had inserted the head of his cock, 
he was slow to advance into the sanctuary. Her encouraging smiles and her 
hands resting on his shoulders made it easier for him to follow his impulses 
to her delight. His long slender cock was moving into her at a slow steady 
pace, oozing into the soft inner cuntal folds which implanted warmth in his 
organ and excitement in his head. It was still advancing effortlessly when 
he'd gotten all of it into the succulent scabbard so he tensed his hip 
muscles and pushed further. 

She could still take more cock so he pushed further, straining himself. His 
cock entered as far as he was able to put it and instinctively he edged his 
knees up for a more comfortable position. That brought his firm cock into 
contact with her clitoris. She gasped. Her eyes closed and her hip muscles 
flexed. She tried to hold his cock tight. Her fingers told him to continue. 
He pulled his steel-hard cock back then launched it forward again. Another 
gasp from Connie and her fingers dug into his flesh. He pulled back a third 
time then advanced his cock against her quivering clit. 

Her pleasure was audible. Her fingers tangled in his soft pale hair and she 
lightly followed the outline of his ear. His hips began a machine-gun attack 
on her body. His hard throbbing cock jutted in and out of her pink moist 
cunt. 

"Oh, do it to me, do it!" 

Her body did everything it knew to do to increase the pleasure of the 
physical contact. Her breasts bobbed up and down and from side to side. He 
couldn't take his eyes off them. With his eyes growing larger with each 
powerful stroke, he suddenly didn't pull out but wrapped his strong arms 
around her quivering body. 

"Hold on to me tight. I'm going to turn you over." 

He wrapped his legs in hers and, with his cock still deep within her pussy, 
rolled onto his back. "Sit up." 

She had difficulty getting her legs out from under him, but somehow she 
managed to get to a sitting position without taking her cunt off his 
pulsating cock. She stretched her rib cage and ground on his cock with her 
hips, the flesh bouncing seductively on either side as she moved. Her blonde 
hair was hanging down all over her face, just barely touching her soft 
shoulders. His hands were resting on her moving hips. His eyes were glued on 
her undulating tits, each a bulbous treat for his anxious lips. His hands 
advanced up her torso to the bobbing beauties. Eagerly they clutched the 
prizes. He held the orbs in his hands and luxuriated in the feel of their 
weight and texture., Connie pushed her body down hard On his. His moving 
fingers found every pore of her breasts. His fingertips traced the pale blue 
veins under the skin as best he could while her tits danced before his face. 
With a movement of her shoulders she swung them right above his handsome 
face. The mouth opened and his white teeth sparkled, then they advanced on 
to her tender breasts. He made contact with his lips. They did more than 
kiss the underside of her tits, they caressed them. Connie began to shudder 
with good feeling. His hands were massaging her buttocks. That was good. 
With heat his lips sucked in the meaty tits. He was gumming them. Each 
breath he took through his nose allowed him to suck more of the soft breasts 
into his mouth. 

She was oblivious to the joy he was receiving to his taste buds because her 
own ecstasy was so great in her cunt. His sturdy cock was repeatedly moving 
against the love bud deep within her. She kept tossing her head back and 
breathing deeply, which only enhanced the movement of her big tits in his 
face. His movements became more exaggerated and his hips forced her up in 
the air. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming." 

She rotated her body even more. The veins on his neck stood out. His toes 
curled. She threw her face onto his and kissed him wildly. By bending 
forward her abdomen folded on his cock inside her and the pressure on her 
clit mounted. His f antic rubbings with his cock were driving her era and 
her own climax was preceding his. His was t far behind and, with tensed 
muscles, he suc'ienly locked himself in position and his cock contracted and 
expanded as the buckets of cum flowed like a fountain out of the swollen 
head of his dick and into her tenderized cunt. Wave after wave of fluid 
poured into her. At length they diminished and then stopped entirely. He was 
satiated. Connie managed to straighten out her legs and, without taking her 
body off his, lay on top of the spent youth. They both fell asleep as the 
daylight faded. 

When they awoke he found her a robe and prepared coffee. They chatted about 
Florida, sour politics, prices, the qualities of various sun-tan creams, and 
then she said she really had to dash, her sister would get worried. He gave 
her instructions on how to get back to the street she needed, then walked 
her to her car. 

He held the door for her then impulsively grabbed her in his arms and kissed 
her passionately. It was almost a bigger thrill for her than his making love 
to her. She got in and turned over the ignition. 

"Oh! Your bicycle!" 

"That's okay. My roommate'll run me over to the beach tomorrow and I won't 
need it tonight." 

She waved out the window as she drove away. 

Connie was halfway home before she realized she didn't even know his name. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Chris was not exactly worried about her sister, but she was concerned. When 
Connie entered the kitchen where she was preparing dinner, she knew 
something had happened, her sister wasn't nearly burned red enough for 
having been at the beach that long. 

Questioning brought about vague answers about where she had been. Well, she 
was thirty-six and if she couldn't take care of herself now, there was no 
point in chastizing her about it. Raising three kids was enough work without 
taking on a retarded adult. She dropped the subject. 

"Rodney's home." 

"Oh, I can't wait to see him." 

"He's returning the pup tent he'd borrowed. He'll be along shortly. Connie, 
I wish you'd take a good look at him. I'm not convinced his arm healed 
properly. Look at it and see what you think. You were in nurse's training, 
so you might notice something I missed. The doctor said it was fine, but he 
still complains about pain. You know how those military hospitals are with 
dependents, they don't give a damn how long you wait or how matter-of-factly 
they dismiss you once they've glanced at you. I don't think the doctor took 
enough care in examining him the last couple of times. He just told me that 
kids grow so fast at Rodney's age they outgrow everything in months, and his 
arm is as good as new. I'm not satisfied. Look at it, will you?" 

"Of course, but I warn you, my fees are exorbitant." 

"Oh, you want a martini before dinner?" 

"Sounds great. I'll make them." 

They were just finishing the first drink when Rodney came into the kitchen. 
Connie was startled. She'd last seen him at age ten. Now he was thirteen and 
gigantic! And maturing! He was growing in sections, his ears and his nose 
were much too large for his head. His arms were much longer than his torso 
required and his feet were huge. It crossed her mind that something else was 
either big at present or about to grow. 

His nose was bright red from too much sun and he had freckles across the 
bridge of it and his cheeks. His hair was the same soft brown she 
remembered. His quick smile was familiar too. He rushed right over and 
hugged her and kissed her cheek. When he spoke all the charm of his youth 
evaporated. His voice was still squeaky and effeminite. It irritated her. 

The awkward way he moved and the size of his feet and hands and the peculiar 
bounce when he walked coupled with the expansive way he jerked his hair out 
of his face made her revise all her negative thoughts about the lad. He 
probably was on schedule as far as his development went. Those memories of 
his attachment to his mother were probably true enough, but now she thought 
they were brought on by the absence of his father. It was these little 
untabulated tragedies that made the unpopular fiasco of Viet Nam a disaster 
for her. Rodney's father was like so many, away in a stupid, expensive, 
pointless war. Rodney seemed to be coming out of it all right, but how many 
didn't? 

"I'm sure glad to see you, Aunt Connie. I got a surf board for Christmas. 
You want to try it one day?" 

Yes, he was on schedule all right, and he was all man. 

They had dinner and watched television and then the kids went to bed. Again 
Chris and Connie chatted into the wee hours. It was like old times at the 
big house when they shared the same room. It was pleasant to be with her 
sister and again be sharing a bed with someone she liked. Tom had been gone 
nearly a year. 

It was the fourth day of Connie's visit that the call came. The youngest 
child had become ill at school and the principal thought Chris should come. 
In a whirl of movement and worry, she collected her purse and car keys and 
said she'd call Connie as soon as she could. 

She tore out of the driveway leaving Connie a few hints as to what to 
prepare for the kid's dinner. Both the boys were home when Chris called. The 
little girl had contracted "food poisoning and would have to have her 
stomach pumped. The naval hospital would let Chris stay all night. She 
wasn't worried but the poor baby was terrified and so sick. Connie assured 
her she could manage and not to worry about the boys. 

Aside from their concern for their little sister, Rodney and his brother 
were young enough to take advantage of the situation. When a neighbor called 
to see if she could help, and offered to take the little one off her hands 
for the night, Connie only too readily agreed. 

The kid was elated; he could sleep with his friend. Rodney simmered down 
after that. They watched television after he finished his homework and she 
made fruit Jell-O, his favorite. She thought, looking at him sprawled out on 
three sides of a chair as he watched the boob tube, He's going to be a big 
strong man, just like his father. His bones were sturdy. She tried to 
concentrate on his left arm to see if Chris' apprehensions were grounded on 
more than just motherly concern, but her attention was repeatedly distracted 
by his body in general. It was so healthy. Awkward, yes, but healthy and 
promising as all hell. No, she mustn't think that way. 

She was startled when he abruptly sat up and said, "Aunt Connie, see my arm? 
It's all healed. Look, I can do everything now. Mom thinks it's crooked, but 
it's not. See?" 

He held out his arm to her. It was only slightly scarred where the bone had 
protruded through the skin after the accident. She felt his arm, asked him 
to bend it, watched him wiggle his fingers, then asked him if he could do 
push-ups. 

"Watch, Aunt Connie." 

He did push-ups, but when he got to the apex with his body at the highest 
point off the floor he clapped his hands together, let his body fall to the 
floor and brought it right back up again and clapped his hands together 
again. There was definitely nothing wrong with that arm. Or indeed any part 
of his healthy body. Rodney turned over and sat on the floor, smiling at 
her. "See, I'm fine." 

He certainly was. 

Connie poured herself a Scotch. She was itchy having watched him exercise. 
To see him move like that had made her excited. He was her nephew and she 
didn't want to think that way about him. It wasn't right, but damn it, he 
was so stimulating. His young body was ready for sex and soon he would be 
experiencing those urges that lead to an active sexual life. Had he been 
told about that? His father had been overseas for over two years. She felt 
sure that man-to-man talk had not been held when the kid was eleven. She 
knew Chris. While her sister was level-headed and practical, she was also 
the prude of all time and she'd swear on a stack of bibles that Chris hadn't 
had a talk with him. The poor boy probably had not heard about the birds and 
the bees from his parents. That was a mistake. But she was only an aunt, not 
a parent. She had no business butting in. Still she worried about him. 
Better much too early than one night too late. 

"Rodney, how long has your father been gone?" 

"It'll be three years in April. He was supposed to come home for Christmas, 
but they extended his tour of duty." 

That meant Rodney would be much older before he had a chance to talk sex 
with his father. That would be too late. 

"Has your dad or mother talked to you about sex?" 

"No, and I wish they'd hurry up. There's a lot of things I don't 
understand." 

"Like what?" 

"Well, how come a man's sperm uses the same tract as his urine for leaving 
the body, and a woman gets a special tract?" 

Connie nearly swallowed her teeth. Of course, they're taught sex education 
in school. They know all about biology. Why hadn't educators been that 
enlightened when she was in school? She would have been a lot better off 
knowing a few things early enough. 

"Why do you think a woman has a special tract?" 

"I suppose it's so when she's pregnant her digestive system'll still 
function and she won't get poisoned by having waste products back up." 

"That's right and it's all part of the economy of nature. A man passes his 
sperm in a short period of time, whereas a woman's pregnant considerably 
longer. Why have two penises when one will do? It utilizes the penis because 
that's the easiest way to deposit it well into the fertile area of a woman. 
Nature that way helps fertilize the egg. It works well." 

"It's fun too." 

"Oh, you know about that? From your own experience?" 

Rodney turned several shades of red. "I never got anybody pregnant, if 
that's what you mean." 

"It's not what I mean, but it's really none of my business." 

He was quiet for a moment and looked down at the ground. Then, with some 
difficulty, he spoke, "I, well, I never really-I mean I haven't had any 
practical experience." 

"But you think you'd like to?" 

"Yeah, I think I would, but I don't know any girls who, I mean, you know-" 

"There's always other boys." 

"Nah, that's for queers and people like that." 

"Don't be discouraged if the first couple of times it doesn't go too well. 
Everybody has to learn everything, and learning how to have sex can be 
difficult." 

"Billy Nelson says it's easy." 

"Billy Nelson must have practiced." 

"He balled his sister." 

"And he told you that?" 

"No, she did." 

Well, well. "Is she your girl friend?" 

"No, she's Paco's. All her boy friends are Cubans." 

"Is your girl friend nice?" 

"I don't have one." 

"That's why you don't have any practical experience." 

Again he looked at the ground and was embarrassed. "I get nervous around 
girls." 

"Why?" 

"I got all A's in sex education, but when I'm with a girl and I want to kiss 
her, I get all nervous and silly and say dumb things." 

"Maybe that's because you're afraid to say what you really want to say." 

"Yeah." He was embarrassed again. 

"What do you want to say?" 

A tense silence. When, after a prolonged pause, he still didn't speak, she 
pressed him. "Is it because you actually don't want to say anything at all, 
you want to do something? Maybe touch her breast?" 

Waves of color went through his face. 

"Is that it?" 

He nodded his head without looking at her. 

"That shouldn't bother you. She probably wants to feel you do it. Girls like 
that, you know. All girls. I do." 

Again the rainbow paraded across his features. "Would you be embarrassed to 
touch my breast?" 

Again, with his face down, he nodded. 

"Well, I wouldn't be. It might help you overcome your anxiety if you 
practiced on me. Put your hand on my breast." 

He didn't move. Connie bent toward him, lifted his hand and placed it 
against her full bosom. "Just let your hand follow the contour. Cup it 
around the curve." 

He did as she directed. His hand was stiff but she placed hers on top of it 
and guided it under the full pendulous appendage. 

"When you do this with your girl friend, all you nave to think about is how 
it feels. If it feels good to you, it'll feel good to her. That's part of 
nature's economy, too. Now try it with both hands." 

Rodney smiled up at her and she smiled back. She thought he relished the 
opportunity to put both hands on her plump breasts. 

"That's fine, Rodney. Now just let your imagination take over. Do whatever 
you feel like. I'll let you know if it's not right. Remember this, nothing 
is forbidden between a man and a woman." 

"That's what Paco says." 

"He's right. So do what comes to mind." 

She leaned back on the couch and held her chin up, hoping to elongate the 
line of her neck and thereby make her tits stand out more so he'd be more 
inspired looking at them. 

After a brief hesitancy, Rodney started sliding his hands over the surface 
of her creamy breasts. He touched very lightly. She wished he held tighter 
but she thought it best not to coach. Let him find his way. His fingertips 
explored then the rest of his hands followed. He was kneeling on the floor 
in front of her and watching his hands very intently. He looked nowhere 
else. He shifted his weight on his knees and wet his lips and peered 
intently at the moving hands. His concentration was almost comic. Up and 
over and around her breasts his hand maneuvered, covering every part of 
their surface. His touch was so light it was as if nothing was happening. 
She ached to say, Get on with it, they won't break. Put a little imagination 
into it. She kept silent. Rodney followed his basic pattern for nearly 
twenty minutes. Connie opened her eyes and looked at him. There was color in 
his face and his trousers protruded by the right hand pocket. 

The little scamp has a hard-on! She smiled and he grinned. 

"Can I do it with your blouse off?" 

"Certainly.". 

He removed his willing young hands from her chest and waited for her to take 
it off." 

"You're the man, you direct things. You're doing just fine so far, just 
fine. I'm sure your girl friend'll be very pleased. Just do what you think 
you'd like to do." 

Encouraged by this compliment and her patience, he began to unbutton her 
blouse. He started at the top. The view was attractive to him. His aunt was 
a chesty woman. He'd remembered that. She had a nice figure. Better than 
Lenny's mother's. It kept occurring to him that he shouldn't be doing this 
with his aunt, but she didn't say it was forbidden. She seemed to like it, 
too. He was embarrassed because his cock was hard. Maybe she hadn't noticed. 

All the buttons were undone. He pulled the blouse away from the burgeoning 
breasts. Her bra was simple and supported her breasts well. He was stumped 
as to what to do with it there. 

"You'll have to think of some way to get around it or get it off, Rodney." 

Rodney reached behind her and fumbled for rather a long while before he was 
able to undo it, then he carefully brought the material to the front. He had 
to remove her blouse before he could get the straps off her shoulders. So he 
did, but clumsily. He was carefully folding the blouse and setting it next 
to the couch when she let out a bored sigh. It traumatized him. 

"Oh, no, dear! I'm not bored. Far from it. You're doing very well. I was 
just thinking how seldom a man is considerate enough to take care of a 
woman's clothing. You're very thoughtful. Girls will appreciate that." 

This seemed to reassure him and he went back to taking the straps off her 
shoulders. Then he lifted off the bra as if it were a hubcap. She couldn't 
see his eyes but she could see the bulge in his jeans. It grew noticeably as 
he gaped at her bare breasts. He'd never been this close to a woman without 
her body covered. It was exciting. His aunt sure had big tits. The nipples 
were dark and large. His cock was so hard he knew she must notice. Mr. 
Tarolla has said the blood flow in a man's body was a natural thing, like 
the menstrual cycle, so he couldn't be overly concerned if he got a hard-on. 
Maybe his aunt would understand, she was being nice enough to let him 
practice. 

"Do whatever comes into you head, honey." 

What was coming into his head was the urge to put her tits in his mouth, but 
he couldn't do that. He put one fingertip on the nipple and moved it a 
little. That was strange, it was firming under his touch. Why would it do 
that? He started to take it away. She grabbed his wrist and held his hand in 
place. 

"That's nice. You'll make the girls very happy. What else do you want to 
do?" 

Confident and enthusiastic, he began massaging the tits with both hands. His 
hard boycock was jutting into his pants and pointedly sticking out. His aunt 
was sighing when she breathed. Her tits were so full and smooth and they 
felt good in his hands. He liked the touch of the nipples they were a little 
hard and stuck out as his dick was doing. His voice cracked as he said, 
"Gosh, Aunt Connie, this's fun." 

"And you're really good at it." She slid down on the couch and turned so her 
body was lying on the cushions. When she moved, her breasts bounced and 
swung. As she stretched out comfortably beneath him, he grew more aroused 
and quickly encased the beauties in his hands. They were warm and smelled of 
the perfume she was wearing. Connie always put perfume on and, instead of a 
dab between her breasts, put some underneath each of them. He took a deep 
breath then shoved his face between her fat tits, inhaling for all he was 
worth. 

"Oh, Rodney, that's so good." 

This spured him to clutch the tits more aggressively and, throwing caution 
to the winds, he put his mouth on his aunt's nipple and began to move his 
lips. Sucking wasn't the first thing that came to his mind, but it must have 
been second. Connie held her breath, she was so excited by his sudden 
action. His warm mouth worked frantically on her swollen tit, and her 
fingers did the same. Her breasts were being sucked and rolled and played 
with like fury. He was sensational. His hands seemed to be everywhere at 
once. What a thrill! She couldn't breathe, he was so exciting. She felt him 
breathing fast and put her hands lightly on his shoulders to bring his warm 
body closer to her. He crawled up on the couch and laid himself down between 
her legs, either elbow on one side of her, and continued his erotic 
caressing of the luscious tits. He lapped and sucked and fingered and 
squeezed and rubbed and fondled. He rubbed his lips all over them and slid 
his cheek against the creamy surface. She was aroused and squirmed under the 
pressure of his young body. Slowly her knees began to move upward. She was 
half afraid of what she was doing, but it felt so good and he was so eager 
she forgot all other considerations. Her hands worked up and down his back, 
encouraging him to do more, relax more, be even more aggressive. His mouth 
was working in a wider area and he was planting kisses on her shoulders and 
neck. Somehow he kissed her jaw and then he went crazy, licking and kissing 
all over her face. 

Between wet and hungry kisses, he managed to get out a few words. "Oh, Aunt 
Connie, this is ... wonderful. It ... feels so good....Hmmmmm." 

Connie ran her anxious fingers through the child's hair and over every part 
of him she could reach. His face dropped back to her swollen breasts and his 
hands caressed them with more authority, as if they were familiar objects 
this time. His hands explored further and crossed and recrossed her trim 
stomach. The heat from her body and his hot cock aroused him still further 
and he was afraid his prick would give itself away, it was so hard. He loved 
the feel of her hands moving over his back and fondling his neck. She loved 
the feel of every part of him. 

While she hesitated to suggest anything to him, he seemed to be stuck on the 
breasts and the kissing. Since she was educating him and had gone this far, 
she decided to go all the way and teach him how to fuck. 

"Take off your shirt and see how they feel against your bare skin." 

He was afraid of his hard-on. "No, I'd better not do that, Aunt Connie." 

"It's all part of it. Your penis is supposed to be hard and moist." 

Boy, his aunt sure knew a lot. It seemed okay, so he removed his shirt. 
Connie looked at his young torso with admiration. Long waisted and slim, 
attractively tanned with just a small amount of flesh in the chest area with 
soft, unformed nipples of his own. In just a matter of months his whole body 
would harden and the chest would firm up. He was just at the end of his 
babyhood. What a body he was going to have! Connie wished she was twenty 
years younger and would be the one he fucked. 

He was quick to get back into position on top of her, this time taking less 
care to hide his erection. She deliberately rubbed her thigh against his 
leg. He instinctively rolled so he could caress her leg with his. His hard 
prick was held firmly against her leg. The heat of it traveled through the 
material of their clothing and sent twinges of excitement into her. Her cunt 
was beginning to bother her, but she couldn't think about that while his 
chest was pressed against her stomach and his mouth worked on her nipples. 

"I want to feel you more." 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"Take off your trousers." 

"My jeans?" 

"Yes." 

"I don't think I should...." 

"You don't want the girls to laugh at you, do you? Or the other fellows?" 

"No." 

"Then let me show you how it's done. Unless of course you really aren't 
interested." 

"It's not that. It's just that you're my aunt. I mean...." 

"But, Rodney, I'm not your close aunt. We don't see each other very often. 
Think of me as just someone you know. You must follow your feelings, and the 
way your little prick's standing out tells me you feel-" 

"It is not little!" 

Connie was amused by the masuline ego; even in a pre-pubescent state it was 
tender. 

"What I mean by that was young-you are very young. That's why you need 
instruction. How else are you expected to learn? But as I say, if you'd 
rather not-well, I'm sure you're a big boy and can manage things for 
yourself. You can wait a year or two till someone comes along who's 
experienced and will teach you. Maybe." 

She knew that was a shitty thing to say to a teenager who was hot as hell 
with a half-naked woman lying on her back. She saw him hesitating. He put 
his hands on the top button of his jeans and she knew she'd won. 

His jeans were unfastend and slid down his hairless legs. The bulge caused 
by his straining organ indicated his state of arousal. To make it easier for 
him, she got up and removed her slacks. Panties came off next, in a 
it's-nothing-special kind of way. He took off his underwear and lay it on 
top of his pants. Connie thought he probably hadn't undressed that carefully 
in his whole life. His back was to her but she stood boldly facing him. He 
turned to her with one hand covering his genitals like a fig leaf. He looked 
slightly sick. Connie smiled as much as she could, to put him at ease. 

"Do I look all right to you, Rodney?" 

"Oh, wow, Aunt Connie, you're so beautiful." 

"Come here and let me know that. That's what people do when they're having 
sex. They show it." 

He hesitantly stepped toward her. When he was right in front of her, she 
placed each hand on his hips and then he did the same. His penis was 
standing straight up in the air. She pulled the tender young body to her and 
his dick came to rest against the hairs on her pussy. 

Suddenly, with great force, Rodney clasped her tightly in a bear hug. 
"You're the best aunt in the whole world," he said. 

"Thank you, Rodney. Now I'll show you how really good I can be. Come over 
here." She led him to the couch and stretched out the length of it. Her hand 
guided him down beside her. It wasn't awkward for him to put his hands on 
her body. She was running her delicate fingers over his smooth skin and 
tickled his scrotum. He got flustered and she laughed. 

"That's part of it, too, teasing each other." 

Remembering Bruce's quick ejaculation, she thought maybe it was better not 
to play with his balls. If he came off too quickly, she wouldn't get to 
experience the thrill of his first intercourse. 

"Now, Rodney, you have to get on top and insert your penis in me. Whenever 
you feel like it." 

He seemed to be moving quickly as he raised up and got on top of her, but in 
reality he was going slowly. Only his energetic youth made it seem fast to 
Connie. As he raised over her, his erect cock bobbed and flopped. His balls 
did the same thing as he maneuvered into position with both knees between 
hers. His trim buttocks were so smooth they sparkled in the subdued light 
from the lamp. Her hands roamed up and down his smooth legs. 

He was adjusting his angle and weight without taking his eyes off her naked 
body. As he was lowering his body she reached for his steel-hard erection 
and guided it to the proper opening which was moist and hot with 
anticipation. Perspiration glinted on his forehead. His hands were getting 
cold and his face was white. When the first contact was made, his whole body 
tensed. 

"That's wonderful, Rodney. Are you sure you haven't done this before? You do 
it so right!" 

He smiled and relaxed. His peter slid easily now. Her cunt was quivering 
with anticipation and, as soon as he had inserted enough, she tentatively 
closed her flanges a bit. 

"Keep going." 

He pushed his pecker in further. It was like liquid fire pouring into her 
cunt, lava flowing into her secret parts. He was on fire with passion and it 
all was centered in his virgin cock. This was his first time to stick his 
dick in a woman and she was getting the benefit of his virginity. Without 
thinking about it she had opened and closed, then opened and closed again as 
his boycock advanced into her. His cock was right for the size of his body 
but it seemed longer because he was moving so slowly, each centimeter of its 
advance gave her a new pleasure. Her body was wracked with wave after wave 
of forbidden delight. Rodney's body was flat against hers and he still 
strained to get his cock into her further. She pushed her cunt toward him 
while fingering his body. She kissed him on his mouth. He returned the kiss 
and, as her hands went to his hips and guided their movement, he began to 
move his dong back and forth. All his action was in his hip joints, so his 
body remained rigid and his young muscular hips did all the work of fucking 
his aunt. Softly one hand pushed his hips to the left. He picked up on the 
subtle message right away and began including a circular motion in his 
thrusting. 

"Work your cock around like it's your finger getting the frosting out of a 
bowl. That's it." 

The teenager enthusiastically humped the older woman, trying at the same 
time to trap her tits between his arm and side. He didn't have much 
experience, she knew but he sure had plenty of imagination. 

"Oh, my God, Rodney, do that some more! And fuck just the way you are!" 

Complimented by the encouraging exclamation, he put even more dedication 
into his pumping and grabbed her shoulders for traction as he thrust a 
mighty fuck into her anxious body. Her whole ass rotated in the opposite 
direction from which his was rotating. Each pulled their hips apart and 
thrust them together. Rodney increased his fucking speed. Connie kept pace. 
Rodney's lips covered her mouth. Her tongue went to the back side of his 
teeth. Suction and body heat and skin rubbing against skin and the giving of 
the couch created a music that enhanced their fucking, spuring them to 
gratify each other more. 

"That's it, Rodney, shove it in. Shove it, Rodney, harder!" 

His aunt's uncontrolled grunts of pleasure stimulated him all the more. He 
moved his hips as fast as he could, all the excitement of the fornication 
was now in his penis and the young organ was out of control. His head became 
dizzy and he began turning redder than he was. Connie's eyes were closed but 
his breathing told her he was reaching his climax. It would be his first cum 
in a woman. What a thrill for her! A virgin boy! His climax was there and 
anxious moaning came out of his mouth as his whole body locked tight and the 
tension raised him up in the air, bending him in half. She clasped her legs 
around him and hooked her ankles in a scissors grip. His arching body 
carried her hips off the cushions. She clung tightly to the young body as it 
turned stone hard and the hot fluid erupted into her straining cunt. The cum 
gushed into her in spring flood quantities. Rodney was exhaling the entire 
time. Her hungry body soaked it all up and kept kneading it back into her. 
She didn't want to lose a drop. As the last drops of boycum left his 
throbbing cock, his tense body began to quiver all over. They dropped to the 
couch together. He rested his head on her full breast and gradually returned 
to a normal breathing pattern. 

She stroked his hair and patted his back. 

"That's how it's done. You are exceptionally adept. You do a real good job. 
Your girl friends have a treat in store for them. Congratulations." 

He smiled boyishly. 

He doesn't know how good he is, she thought. Well, he'll eventually find 
out. 

"Now I think it's time for you to go to bed. Would you like me to tuck you 
in?" 

"Aunt Connie, I'm a big boy now. Nobody's tucked me in for years." 

"I know you don't need it, I suggested it as a friendly, affectionate 
gesture." 

"Okay, I'd like that." He happily skipped off to his bathroom. Connie found 
a towel and mopped her brow, wiped her pussy, and checked to see if there 
were any cum stains on the couch. It was dry, but the cushions were warm. He 
certainly did have a natural aptitude. Probably got it from his sailor 
father. 

When she went into Rodney's room, he was in bed, covered to his naked waist 
by a blanket. He lay on his back with his arms behind his head. 

"Thanks, Aunt Connie. I liked that a lot. Can we do it again some time?" 

"Well, maybe, but it might be better if you practiced with your girl friends 
first. Do any of them take the pill?" 

He looked perplexed. 

"Birth control pills." 

He shook his head. "Not that I know of." 

"One thing you must be very careful of with girls is that they take a pill 
or use something so they won't get pregnant. That's the big danger of this. 
You mustn't ever get a girl pregnant. Go to the drug store and ask the man 
for a rubber." 

"Oh, yeah, Paco has them. He blows them up with his bicycle pump and shoves 
them out the window of his car at the drive-in." 

"Well, that's what you use. As your Uncle Bob used to say, "Never go in 
bare-back!" 

They both laughed. She reached for the blankets to bring them up to his chin 
then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He reached up and grabbed her 
breast. 

"No, Rodney, you mustn't. Go to sleep." 

"Aunt Connie, I'd like to do it again." 

"Well, you can't tonight. Good night." 

"Thank you." 

She turned out the light and closed his door. 

She couldn't sleep. Into the small hours of the morning she masturbated 
while Rodney did the same thing in his bed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Chris was back just after Connie had finished the breakfast dishes. Rodney 
was at school and the younger boy was on his school bus. The baby was .fine 
after a good night's rest. 

"Did the kids wear you out?" 

Connie laughed to herself. "Bobbie spent the night next door with Jeannie's 
kids and Rodney was good as gold." 

"Good, both of them can be holy hell if you're not used to kids. Thanks so 
much." 

"Rod's arm is fine. He showed me his push-ups." 

"Oh, he's proud of that. Did he do that military clap business?" 

"Several times." 

"His dad showed him that. If he can do seventy-five when his father gets 
back, he's been promised a car. He's been working on them daily for over a 
year. That's why I was so concerned about his arm. I thought he might be 
over-doing it. But you think he's okay, huh?" 

"Darling, your son is more than okay." 

"Well, that's a relief. Say, what do you want for lunch? I do the shopping 
on Thursdays and there's a sale on...." 

Chris went on about domestic things but Connie's mind wandered to the trim 
body of her nephew and the exciting way he fucked. She wished she hadn't 
played it so cool last night and let him fuck her again. 

Several days later, Rodney and Connie found themselves alone. She drove him 
to the beach and was going to pick him up later, then she ran an errand for 
Chris. On the way back it took well over an hour to get gas. Something was 
sure wrong with this country, but she was powerless to improve it. Yes, she 
knew she should write her congressman, but somehow she never got around to 
it. 

When she got back to the house, there was a note from Chris. "Emergency! 
Maria Cortez needs help with her baby shower. Paco (her son) should have 
dinner with you and the kids and sleep in Rodney's room. Bobbie's going to 
spend the night with the neighbors again, she already has him. Put the baby 
to sleep at 7:30. Pick me up in the morning (early please) when you bring 
Paco home. If you're low on gas, use my car. Maria's phone 696-4279. Thanks, 
sis. 

"P.S.: I've prepared dinner, all you have to do is cook it 45 min. at 350o. 
It's already in the oven." 

Connie marveled at her sister's efficiency. She did a batch of laundry and, 
when it was folded and put away, she thought she'd go to the beach and 
reinforce her tan. She was glad the boys were surfing at a beach different 
than the public one she'd gone to. She didn't want to see the handsome 
lifeguard who was a perfect memory. The uniqueness of their fuck was worth 
preserving. 

She parked the car where the boys could see it easily then left a note with 
their clothing on the beach. She went far enough away so they wouldn't feel 
they were being watched over and spread her towel and read till she'd had 
enough sun, then she went to the car and waited. 

The surf was down and the boys brought their boards to the car. Paco was 
very Latin. His father had been wealthy in Cuba and the family was 
comfortably situated, but though she didn't know it, they were all sad eyed 
and stoic. Paco's father had not returned from the Bay of Pigs disaster. 

She didn't recognize this tragedy in Paco's eyes, all she noticed was the 
piercing stare he cast on her. He had a question mark on his face. Connie 
realized Rodney had confided in Paco what happened the night Chris took the 
baby to the hospital. There was nothing that could be done about it. She 
should have realized the kid was young and this was the biggest event of his 
life. Of course he'd be bursting to tell someone and who else but his 
closest friend? 

"How do you do, Paco?" 

"It's nice to meet cha." 

She formed the impression that Paco was trying very hard to sound American 
and deliberately vulgarized his speech. 

"How was the surf?" 

"Cold today, but the waves were terrific." 

"Aunt Connie, you should try it sometime. We'll teach you." 

"Okay, some day when the weather's warm and the waves aren't too big and 
nobody's around and there's a rescue team waiting on shore and my horoscope 
says it's the thing to do, I'll take you up on it." 

They laughed and talked on the ride home and the boys were quick to help her 
get dinner on the table. Connie kept being distracted because she watched 
Paco move. Once he caught her staring at him openly. He flushed and then 
turned all his white teeth on her in his appealing smile. She wanted to say, 
"Forget dinner and come to the bedroom," but she checked the oven instead. 

After dinner the boys rode their bikes to the movies. Paco wore a red and 
white shirt which set off his coloring beautifully. Rodney wore skintight 
jeans and a T-shirt with a picture of Christ on it. They each wore shoes 
that were too outlandish to look at without laughing. This was their 
satorial perfection for a night on the town. She remembered when she was 
that age and the jokes her father made when she dressed for a date in a 
full-circle, below-the-knee square dance skirt and peasant blouse with a 
black tie. She worked a long time to make it just right. She thought of 
Paco's tossed hair and remembered her date's greased, combed, pampered 
hairdo. Well, she thought, some details change, but the principle's always 
the same. You make yourself as good looking as you can to attract the 
opposite sex. The world does go on. 

She'd laid out her clothes for the next day and was undressing for bed when 
she heard the boys returning. They were laughing rather a lot, she thought, 
and they were awfully loud for so late at night. 

Their thick-soled shoes made too much noise as they clomped into the kitchen 
from the garage. When she went into the kitchen to see if they wanted 
anything, they were giggling like two girls. She couldn't comprehend what 
had gotten into them. They were drinking? No, no, that wasn't it. Then it 
hit her They'd been smoking marijuana. 

Their conversation wasn't incoherent, just a little slow in getting to its 
points. She thought she should scold them. Hold on, she thought, it's new to 
me, but maybe old hat to them. They don't seem any the worse for wear, and 
I'm not their parent. Paco's shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his body and 
his bull-like chest was firm and tantalizing. She was upset with the way she 
felt. 

"Aunt Connie, will you tuck us in?" Rodney got it out and about fell on the 
floor trying to suppress his giggles. 

She was angry. I'll nip this kid prank in the bud, she thought, and drew in 
her breath and stood her full height. 

"I only do that for babies and big men. Not silly little boys who get stoned 
at the movies." 

Both boys were taken aback and Rodney's shame showed in his face. 

"I ... I'm sorry, Aunt Connie. I...." 

But nothing more would come out. Paco was embarrassed too, but could do 
nothing. 

"Now, if you two think you can handle it, get yourselves to bed." She turned 
smartly and stared out of the room. Rodney hung his head and headed for his 
room. He slipped in the hall on the runner. It was a clumsy fall and Paco 
rushed to help him. Connie turned and ran to him. She was on her knees when 
she saw the blood on his head. In the emergency she used her medical 
training to deal with the situation. There was a lot of blood but the wound 
was superficial. Paco stood over them with concern on his face. 

"Get me a clean washcloth from the bathroom and the rubbing alcohol. Bring 
the gauze, too." 

Paco was back instantly. She mopped the blood away and cleansed the wound. 
It was in the hair and no scar would show. It was fine in a minute and 
Rodney felt none the worse. Connie looked up, right into Paco's crotch. In 
fact, her face touched his boycock bulge. 

"All right, go to bed. I'll tuck you both in." 

Well, she'd done it. She couldn't help herself. Paco was sexy, handsome, and 
available. Rodney was sexy and, while not as good looking as his friend, he 
had natural horniness and she liked it. And he was available too. They had 
to learn sometime. 

She finished undressing and put her light robe on over the naked flesh she 
wanted to be warmed by their young bodies. When she entered Rodney's room, 
the boys were on either side of the double bed. She was sure they'd left a 
space between them for her. Her eye caught the chair-both of them had piled 
their clothes neatly on the chair. Paco's red and white shirt was even on a 
hanger. They were on their good behavior. 

"How's your head?" 

"I'm fine, Aunt Connie." 

"Do you have a headache, from anything?" 

"No, Aunt Connie." 

"All right then, go to sleep." 

She leaned over and kissed him good night. 

"What about Paco?" 

Connie walked around the bed and picked up the covers and slid them up to 
Paco's chin. His big beautiful eyes followed her every move. 

"Good night, Paco." 

He closed his eyes and puckered his lips. She studied his attractive face 
for a moment then bent down and placed her lips on his. He kissed her back, 
gently. She was surprised at what a good kisser he was, there was just the 
right amount of suction in the pulling flesh. He opened his eyes. Rodney was 
watching closely. Connie wanted to pull the covers off and jump naked on 
Paco's body and kiss him all over and touch him. She couldn't bring herself 
to do it. 

"Aunt Connie, we're sleeping in the nude." 

She didn't know how to respond. "Are you going to be warm enough?" 

"No." 

"What do you want me to do to warm you?" 

"The Indians all sleep together so they keep each other warm." 

"I could sleep with you boys to keep you warm. Would you like that, Rodney?" 

"Yes, Aunt Connie." 

"Would you, Paco?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"This will have to be a secret." 

"Yes. We promise." They both said it together. 

Connie turned out the light. The light from the moon gave some light to the 
room, but not a great deal. They probably couldn't see her too well right 
after the light went off, she figured, so she waited a minute, knowing both 
of them had fixed their eyes on her. She slowly began to take her robe off. 
She slid it off one arm and kept it over her shoulder. She was teasing and 
hopefully that would excite the boys, if they weren't excited enough 
already. She removed the other arm and the robe rested on her bare 
shoulders. Her breasts were still covered. She undid the tie but held the 
material in front of her naked body. She stepped forward a little so her 
body was in a shaft of light and she slid one shoulder free of the robe, 
exposing her full, pendulous breast to the light. 

With painstaking slowness she doffed the robe entirely and her flesh was 
unprotected from their wide-eyed gaze. Her tits bounced noticeably as she 
tiptoed (for no reason she could think of) to the side of the bed. Rodney's 
body stirred as she sat on the bed beside him. Delicately she lifted the 
blanket and put her feet under it. Rodney was not able to move a muscle. 
Deftly she swung her legs over his, deliberately dragging her ass over his 
rigid cock. 

She hoisted her hips over him and down in the middle of the bed. Taking care 
to touch each of them, she slid down under the covers. 

The tension in the two boys was heart-stopping. 

"I don't have a pillow. You've both got them." 

Both boys quickly began stuffing their pillows behind her head. 

"Why, what thoughtful boys you are. Thank you." 

Both pillows behind her caused her to sit upright. When she leaned over to 
kiss Rodney, her breasts fell against his face. His hand was on one tit 
before she could suggest it to him. She turned to kiss Paco and the same 
thing happened, but he was too nervous to move his hands. She put her hand 
on his shoulder and kissed him again, this time with a lot of movement and 
prolonged suction. She settled down between them and put an arm behind both 
their heads. They didn't need to be told to scoot closer. Two warm 
adolescent bodies were pressed against hers in a flash. Rodney's hand 
reached for a tit. She was audible in her display of pleasure when his hand 
closed on her anxious breast. Paco's hand crept to her side and across her 
body to embrace her wide, provocative hips. His hopeful fingers encircled 
her free breast and Rodney raised his head from her shoulder in indignation. 

"Let me play with her tits." 

"I want one." 

"She's my aunt!" 

"Boys, boys, don't fight over me. Each of you take one in your hands and 
we'll work something out for the rest of it." 

Reluctantly Rodney allowed his friend to toy with one of the bulging boobs. 
Paco held it tenderly and gently pinched the nipple. It was hardening even 
before he reached it. His other hand massaged her abdomen. Rodney was moving 
fast and furious. His sturdy prick was standing at attention and he wanted 
Paco to notice that it was. Paco's attention was riveted on Connie, however. 

Rodney got up on his knees, pulling the covers off all of them and 
straddling his aunt. 

"Not yet, Rodney, you have to work me up to it first." 

"Aren't you worked up enough already? You got two of us in bed." 

"It takes women a little longer to get sexually excited than it does men." 

"Oh." Rodney was genuinely disappointed. 

"Put your hands on me. Feel me all over, kiss me a lot, and gradually work 
up to it. Girls like that a lot." 

Paco had scooted his dark-crowned head down to her side and was licking her 
rib cage, bringing his lips up to kiss the underside of her fat tit while 
his fingers continued to caress the expanding nipple. Rodney was still too 
hot to be held back and imprisoned the tit on his side in his mouth. Her 
hands ran through his hair and she held the youngster close to her. His 
fingers went for her cunt. He wanted to show off to Paco, so he scooted down 
and placed his anxious mouth on her cunt. His long tongue, trained by 
hundreds of ice cream cones, worked its way into the protected opening and 
lapped away at the pink tissues. 

Connie voiced her pleasure. His young energy excited her. Paco, too, was 
contributing. His hands were larger, indeed his whole body was bigger. She 
reached to see if his organ was too. When her searching fingers found it, 
she was startled to discover it was well proportioned and sturdy, but it was 
bent. It curved to the left and the end turned around so that you could see 
the bottom of its head on top. She explored this phenomenon with puzzlement. 
What would cause a cock to twist and turn so? Her holding it in her fist and 
walking up its length with her fingers and cupping the turned head didn't 
alter his breathing and he accepted her fondling as perfectly normal so she 
decided Paco was used to it and it didn't bother him, so why should she be 
concerned. Besides, she thought, what a thrill it must be to feel that 
corkscrew cock inside. It must feel different than any other cock. 

Rodney was eating her cunt like it was the day before Lent. He hardly 
breathed. 

"Don't hold your breath, Rodney. Keep breathing." What a nuisance, you have 
to tell these kids everything. 

Paco needed no instructions. His leg pressed against hers while he slowly 
moved his torso back and forth. He held her leg between his and humped like 
a dog. She put one hand on each of their heads and played with their hair. 
Paco's face went to her navel and he tenderly drew lines on her belly with 
his tongue. He got up on his knees as he did it. Swinging one leg over 
Rodney's busy head, he bridged her body with his. He had both tits in his 
possession and worked his claim. All his fingers moved, and so did his two 
lips. First one breast then the other knew the inside of his mouth. An eager 
tongue washed them then went back and polished the pink and white knobs. 

Paco's ass was bobbing up and down in the air, hitting Rodney on the head. 
He was concentrating on the sweet flanges of her cuntal opening and he 
didn't care. Paco's spiraling schlong was hidden from Connie's view and she 
was anxious to see what it looked like. She raised her head and began 
kissing the top of his head. He raised up and kissed her mature mouth with 
his eager Latin lips. Her fingers slid along his arms and moved to his back. 
They prodded him to kneel upright and she gazed on his curious cock. 

It was darker than his tan. A heavy fold of soft flesh hung below the head 
and disappeared as the large blue vein stood out in its amblings toward his 
torso. She put her fingers on his scrotum and slid them onto the object of 
her curiosity. Delicately she followed the turning flesh as it pointed away 
from the middle of his body. She couldn't wait any longer. She opened her 
mouth and moved her head to it. Warm lips closed over his cockhead and she 
sucked as she backed off. Her nostrils flared as she breathed through them, 
not wishing to break the suction she was building up on his cockhead. He put 
his hands on the headboard and she worked more of his cock between her red 
lips. She had to turn her head to the side to take more of it. Determinedly 
she strained her neck. It poked into her cheek. She swung her body to the 
side, her head a little off the bed. He moved his cock to her mouth again. 
She couldn't get any more this way than she did before. 

"Stand on the floor behind me." 

Paco got off the bed and did what she suggested. Rodney looked up to see 
what was going on, but his own interests were between her legs so he went 
back to his explorations. He was holding her cunt open with his fingers and 
putting his smoothskinned face as deeply into it as he could. Paco stood 
flat-footed on the floor and Connie let her head hang over the edge of the 
bed. He lowered his cock to her mouth and inserted its head between her 
lips. With a turn of her head, she laid claim to it and began taking it in, 
his cockhead sliding over her tongue. She swallowed as it advanced into her 
mouth. It gagged her. She swallowed again and could feel it filling her 
throat. She couldn't turn her head at all, so she prompted his hips with her 
hands. He eased them forward. 

His cock slid further into her. He eased some more and it went even further. 
He could feel no resistance to the head of it so he advanced his hips 
further and several inches of his cock went down her throat. He held it 
there and she embraced his ass with her arms. She began to slowly push his 
hips back with her palms. He took his dong almost all the way out of her 
mouth, but just as the head was about to emerge, she reversed herself and 
darted after it again. Connie held as much of his cock within her as she 
could. He slid it back and forth just enough. The sensations it produced 
were a new thrill. Coupled with that, Rodney seemed to have discovered an 
inch or two of tongue he didn't know he had and instantly put it to good 
use, working it up and down inside her cunt lips. It was this aggressive 
searching that discovered her clit. When he first made contact, she 
tightened up all over. Her mouth closed tight on Paco's cock and her fingers 
dug into his skin. 

"She's hot now, keep it going, Rodney." 

Eager to learn, Rodney moved his head with ferocity. Lickity-split his 
tongue went back and forth, not missing a particle of the soft warm pink 
tissue. Every time his tongue touched her clitoris, she let out a startled 
yelp. He was curious about this, so he kept his tongue on it and worked 
around it, pushing it and bending it with his extended tongue. Paco rubbed 
his cock back and forth in her throat. His balls were hanging over her nose 
and when she inhaled through her nostrils, she'd suck in some of the flesh 
of his scrotum. This slight deviation excited him tremendously. He reached 
down and took a handful of her tit. By cautiously bending over he was able 
to get his mouth on the swollen nipple and he began to suck the red areola 
and lightly closed his teeth on the enlarged nipple. 

Her white flesh felt warm and exciting in his tan hands. Rodney watched all 
this maneuvering and when Paco's mouth engulfed the tit, his hand went for 
the other one. He was enjoying more the reaction his aunt made when his 
tongue pressed her knot inside her cunt. This was more fun than her tit at 
the moment. He tried manfully to get the clit between his lips so he could 
suck on it. His young body was not fully developed and his face was small 
enough for him to get quite deep within her. By protruding his lips as far 
as he could, he was able to secure a suction action on the tiny bud. The 
moans of pleasure in her throat were thwarted by the curved cock they had to 
go around to get out her mouth. The interrupted sound drove the boys wilder. 
Each of them began his movements faster. Rodney released the tit and used 
both hands to spread her cunt wider. He'd seen a picture of a guy doing 
that. 

Paco thought he'd cum, but he didn't want to just yet. "Let's change places, 
Rodney," he said. 

Rodney was happy where he was, but any new sensation was all right too. He 
pulled his mouth and tongue out of the spread cunt and got to his feet. 
Paco's prick retreated from her throat. Rodney crawled over the bed. Paco 
stood between her legs and looked at her exposed cunt. Without warning his 
mind changed to a new thrill and, instead of eating her luscious cunt, he 
picked up her thighs and maneuvered his spiral prick to the welcoming 
opening. 

Her hands reached up to welcome Rodney's body to her face. Her hand guided 
the handsome organ to her lips and she took her nephew's cock into her 
mouth. His tender young fuckflesh felt good against her forehead and his 
hands were feeling her golden hair. It was easier to suck him off and she 
did so with all the passion that only a forbidden incest encounter could 
produce. But her excitement was due for another surprise. Paco hadn't yet 
inserted his twisted twat-reamer. He began screwing her. She was opening and 
closing her lips for him while he spread her legs further apart. 

The hair around her cunt was like a halo of soft gold. The bright red color 
of the interior beckoned him. The head of his man-size penis hung just 
outside the entrance for a split second, then he moved it forward. The flesh 
parted and it entered the pink interior at a steady advance, and picked up 
speed as it drove into the dark cave. The bent flesh and the changing width 
of his organ as it passed membrane after membrane was electricity to her. 
Her ankles were on his ass and the last part of the journey was made with 
her spurring him on to ride her deeper and harder. Rodney sensed the rapture 
his aunt was experiencing and did what he could to enlarge upon it. His 
sturdy cock retreated from her throat and, when it was almost fully in view, 
advanced again at a double time pace. She swallowed and stroked his smooth 
ass. It felt soft to her touch and she ran her hands over it. 

Connie could feel a fuzzy layer of hair beginning to develop on his 
adolescent body and that thrilled her. Here she was on a bed with not one 
but two hung young studs, getting their kicks from her body. One was fair 
and one was dark. Both were enthusiastic. So was she. 

Rodney thrust again deep into her throat. Paco fucked her cunt cautiously. 
Her feet on his ass gave him assurance and he increased the tempo of his hot 
strokes. Rodney slid his hand along her throat trying to feel his cock 
inside her. She humped her hips and stretched her neck. The fucking in her 
throat got faster. Paco grabbed her hips in his hands and jammed his 
freakish cock into her. He speeded up and dug deeper and harder, the unusual 
shape of his organ causing new and different sensations every time it passed 
anything at all. Her tits wobbled in the excitement. 

Both boys looked down at her eager body and smiled as they fucked for all 
they were worth. Rodney had both hands on her big tits and let the movement 
from their fucking move them for him. Connie was about to scream from sheer 
pleasure when Paco held tighter and shot his wad. The excitement on his face 
set off Rodney and he too exploded with animal satisfaction as his cum 
flooded into his aunt's body. Connie tightened every muscle she could and 
Paco plopped forward, putting his head between her enlarged tits. Rodney 
pulled his cock out of her mouth and a last drop of cum dribbled out of his 
cock and landed in her hair. The boys piled onto the bed and eventually they 
all got under the covers again and slept soundly. 

All went well for several days, but when she again had occasion to take 
Rodney to the beach, several little boys showed up with surf boards. Rodney 
kept hinting she should stay with them at the beach and they'd show her a 
good time. The muffled laughter in the back seat informed her that they all 
expected to get the treatment Rodney and Paco had received. Too many young 
mouths tell too many tales, she decided, and thought her visit to Florida 
should about be over. She could make some excuse to Chris, but when she got 
back to the house she was shocked to see her suitcase sitting on the front 
porch. Her winter coat was sitting on top of it and her cosmetics case was 
sitting next to it. What was going on? 

Chris came to the door, ashen. "Don't bother to put the car in the garage, 
Connie, you're not staying. Come in the house. What I have to say to you, I 
don't want the neighbors to hear." 

The only thing Connie could think of was that Chris had found out what had 
happened with Rodney, yet he gave no hint that that had happened on the 
drive to the beach. 

Chris was a terror when she was mad, and she was obviously enraged. When 
Connie entered the kitchen she was surprised to see a Latin woman sitting at 
the kitchen table, crying profusely. When Connie stepped into the room, 
still adjusting her eyes to the lack of sunlight, the woman sprang from her 
chair and lunged at Connie, screaming in Spanish. Chris held her back. 
Connie knew what must have happened. 

"Maria, it's not going to do any good. Sit down, honey." 

The woman continued to strike out at Connie, but Chris held her back with 
both arms around her waist. Connie was scared. 

"Puta! Puta!" 

"Sit down! Maria, goddamn it, get hold of yourself." 

The woman was exhausted by her emotions and slumped into a chair. "You evil 
woman! You're unnatural. You're sick. Mother of God, forgive her." 

"How could you do it, Connie? You must be sick in your head. Boys! 
Teenagers. I didn't even think they were old enough. Oh, God. What's wrong 
with you? Your own nephew! That's ... that's-" 

She couldn't bring herself to even say the word, but by pulling her 
handkerchief out of her pocket and using it again, she calmed herself enough 
to continue. 

"Maria decided it was time to explain the facts of life to Paco. She asked 
him how much he knew-" 

"You're a curse! The devil is in you!" 

"Please, Maria. It turns out he knew quite a bit. When she asked him on the 
Bible if he'd ever fooled around with a girl, he couldn't lie, they're a 
very religious family-" 

"God is punishing me for letting my husband go back." 

"When she asked him who he-oh, God, he named you." 

"It's not true, Chris. A little boy's fantasy." 

"My Paco no lie!" The hysterical woman lunged at Connie's throat with both 
hands. Again Chris held her off and shoved her into the chair. She dissolved 
into tears again. 

"He swore on God's holy book." 

"He told her Rodney and you and he ... did it ... in Rodney's bed. She came 
right over here and told me. Of course, I thought she was crazy. Then I 
checked the laundry. I had just changed Rodney's bed and the sheets were 
still in the hamper. There was semen on them!" 

Both women were crying and comforting each other. 

"Chris, the boys are at that age. They're experimenting. It's only natural." 

"Natural! Don't you use such a word! What do you know about natural, you 
freak of nature? The semen was on the corner. No little boy with a double 
bed is going to play with himself on the corner. Maria says the description 
Paco gave was too real even for an adolescent's imagination. It had to be 
true. Connie, you seduced those boys. Rodney's your own nephew! You are 
sick." 

"Now, Chris, this is silly-" 

"Damn you, you whore! This is not silly. We are two women alone! We have to 
bring up our families alone! That's bad enough, we can't handle the insane 
wanton. Go get psychiatric help, Connie, you're sick." 

"Look, when the boys came back from the movies they'd been smoking pot and 
they were high and imagined-" 

"Eyyyy! Liar! Whore! Crazy lady! Now you accuse our boys of being drug 
addicts? Is nothing sacred to you?" 

"I want you out of my house, now. I don't want to see or hear from you ever 
again. If anything develops in those boys, I'll go to the police. Do you 
realize they might grow up with warped sexual ideas? Don't you have any 
conscience? I never want to lay eyes on you again. Get out!" 

"Chris, I-" 

"Get out!" 

Both mothers came toward her. Connie retreated out the screen door and 
picked up the luggage and put it in her car. The tearful women stood in the 
doorway and silently watched her get behind the wheel. As she backed up they 
stood their ground and it wasn't till she was shifting into first to take 
off that they closed the door. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The drive back north was unhappy for her. She realized that she'd lost a 
great deal. She felt like an orphan. Her guilt was only for that. She 
realized how much family meant to her. Tom was gone. Now Chris and the kids. 
Had she done wrong? No, she didn't feel she had. And even if she had, what 
could she do about it? She knew she was totally hooked on young boycock. 
Their warm young bodies and their eager dicks were the most important things 
in her life. She didn't have a husband or family of her own. She was well 
off, no job, no all-consuming interest. This was what she liked, sex with 
young boys, and since she had nothing to lose except irritating an excitable 
mother now and then, she saw no reason why she shouldn't continue to satisfy 
her pleasure with any lad she wanted. 

They were the ones with the hard-ons, she wasn't fucking herself. They could 
say no, too, but she knew what she wanted. She'd sacrificed a lot to find 
out, but now that she knew, she was willing to go on paying the price. All 
she cared about was getting young men into bed with her. That's what she'd 
spend her time doing. 

She arrived back home and felt fine. She got the New York Times list of 
summer camps and started writing letters for a summer position as nurse's 
helper. She didn't have credentials for a full position and the money didn't 
matter. 

Summer was a long way off and she couldn't live like a nun till then. 

When she checked the yard she discovered that the apple trees had not been 
properly taken care of for the winter. She was proud of those trees. She and 
Tom had planted them when they first moved into the house. The marriage 
didn't last but she'd be damned if the trees would go too. She got on the 
phone to the nursery. They had no man available to take care of her trees. 
She raised her voice several octaves. The nurseryman was startled anyone 
could get so upset about a day's delay at caring for two apple trees. More 
to cut the shrill voice than to maintain customer goodwill, he promised 
someone would be by that day, even if he had to do it himself. Connie hung 
up with immense satisfaction. 

The nurseryman put down the phone. All his men were out on calls. Charlie 
was home in bed with a cold. It was impossible for him to leave because his 
tax man was coming by at three and a shipment of fertilizer was due any 
minute and he had to pay the driver. Who could he send? 

He looked around and saw the Podesky boy who worked part-time. He'd been 
there over a year, maybe he could take care of that bitch's apple trees. 

"Hey, Bill, come here." 

The youngster dropped his shovel and trotted to the owner's side. He was a 
lanky kid with a bobbed haircut. His shoulders were square and his chin 
pointed. His sharp nose and long arms and thinness made him look 
underweight, but he was as strong as a bull. Clear blue eyes looked straight 
at you when he talked to you, and the owner liked that. He could trust the 
kid. 

"Bill, some customer's having trouble with a couple of apple trees. Go over 
and see what's wrong. You know enough, don't you? Just look 'em over and 
calm her down if you can. I don't know why she waited till the middle of 
February to decide they hadn't been winterized properly. Crazy dame. Do what 
you can. Here's the address." Bill loped off to the pickup truck and took 
off for the nagging woman's house. He had washed the dirt from his face and 
hands, but his clothes were smelly and covered with sod. 

On Yeats Lane he found the right number and pulled into the driveway. 
Because of the condition of his work clothes, he went to the back door. 
Connie heard the knock and looked at the door. Through the glass she saw the 
youth, tall and slender with straight blond hair framing his face. Who can 
this be? Can I get him into bed? 

She checked her hair and make-up before answering the door. 

"Hi, I'm from Hanging Gardens Nursery. Mr. Pullman said you were concerned 
about some apple trees. I'm here to do what I can." He finished his little 
speech and stood there smiling. 

Connie smiled back. She definitely wanted this kid. 

"Let's have a look." 

Connie invited him in while she went for her gardening coat. She wanted to 
put on a hat but that would mess up her hair and she thought a lot of 
flowing blonde hair would turn him on more than flattened out hair under a 
stocking cap. She quickly kicked off her flats and stepped into high heels, 
thinking they would give a more alluring line to her legs. She'd have to 
walk on tip toe, but if the long shot paid off, it would be worth it. 

The trees were close to the path, so she didn't need to worry about the snow 
on the ground as she gingerly stepped over the frozen flagstones and patches 
of ice. 

"This is the one that concerns me most." 

The slender youth was quite agile and swung up into the lower branches with 
ease. He examined several and looked closely at the trunk. She was getting 
cold. 

"Let's see the other one." 

She led him to another part of the yard and he did the same thing. Then he 
climbed down from the second tree, while Connie shivered and trudged through 
the snow to a spot where he could see the tree against the horizon. He came 
back to her breathing hard, as it was difficult to walk in the drifted snow. 
The bright red apples on his cheeks were more tempting than the fruit the 
trees would produce in the fall. 

"The skin looks fine and the buds are actually there, they just haven't 
broken through the surface yet. It's only February. They'll come. They way 
they're situated, they're getting good drainage. As far as I can tell, 
they're in good shape. This one could do with a bit more binding. I've got 
some burlap in the truck. It won't take me a minute. I think they're just 
slower than most apples. What variety are they?" 

"I can't remember, it's a Japanese strain. We got them at the garden show in 
Philadelphia years ago." 

"That would account for it. Some hybrids are slower than regular trees." 

"Fine. I'm glad you're here. If you'll do the binding, I'll fix you 
something hot to drink." 

"Thank you." 

"Just come in the kitchen when you're through." 

She turned and went back to the house, trying to walk as sexily as she could 
in high heels on ice. 

Inside she quickly heated up the coffee and got out the Irish whiskey. She 
also boiled water in case he wanted tea or some kid thing. By the time he 
returned to the kitchen, cold and pale and dirty, she was all ready. She'd 
slipped on a clinging dress with a deep neckline, run a comb through her 
hair and flung her underwear under the bed. This dress held up her boobs so 
she didn't need a bra. If her outfit didn't turn him on, it was a lost 
cause. 

"You're back so soon? What'll it be? I feel like an Irish coffee, but maybe 
you're too young to drink spirits." 

With great haughtiness, he raised his head and proclaimed, "I'm seventeen." 

That was just what she wanted to hear, and she prepared the Irish coffee. 

"If you'd like to wash, the bath's over there. Here, I'll take your coat." 
She hung it on a peg by the door. He left his boots by the door also, and 
walked in his stocking feet to the bathroom. When he emerged, she looked at 
him closely. He had rosy cheeks, nice eyes, fine hair and good lines. Yes, 
she definitely wanted to fuck this strapling kid. 

"Hope you like this." 

They sat at the breakfast bar. Connie asked questions about plants, his job 
at the nursery, did he go to school, etc. His answers were friendly. He 
liked the Irish coffee. Would he care for another? No, there was a 
basketball game later and he was playing. At this point she uncrossed her 
legs and deliberately dropped her napkin. Ever a gentleman, he bent down to 
retrieve it for her. He had to bend down on all fours to reach it and 
couldn't help but notice her legs, which she spread slightly while he gazed. 
He was embarrassed and shocked and hoped she'd think his face was red from 
bending over and not from what flashed through his horny mind. When he came 
up, Connie was smiling sweetly. She didn't ask him but made another Irish 
coffee, putting them on a tray. 

"Let's have them in the den, we can see the sunset from there. I've made 
yours very weak." 

The obedient youth followed her into the den. The couch was very small. It 
was facing the television set and you couldn't really see the window too 
well, besides the sun wasn't setting. She was stacked and she wanted to take 
full advantage of it, bending slightly forward so he could see more of her 
tits than were already exposed. 

"Thank you. I've lived here alone since my divorce. That's why I had to call 
the nursery. There's no man around to take care of things. I bet you're a 
big help around the house." 

He blushed. She boldly slid closer and was actually touching his knee. 

"Could I offer you something more?" 

"No, thank you. Really, I'm fine. This's powerful stuff." 

"Are you warmed up yet?" She took his hand and held it between hers. "I 
believe they're still cold." 

Without giving him a chance, she drew his hand to her body and placed it 
flat against her chest, between her full breasts. 

His heart raced. He opened his mouth but no words would come. His hand was 
paralyzed on her body. She reached for his other hand and placed each on a 
tit, then she planted her mouth fully on his. When she pulled her lips away, 
he was still immobile. 

"Take advantage of your opportunities, baby. I'm all yours for the taking." 

The youngster had felt her hands slide over his and pull them to her soft 
pink tits. He drew them away, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed 
her aggressively. It was only a matter of moments before she was tugging at 
his belt and he was tossing clothes through the air. His body was straight, 
muscled and hairless. Her dress was so tight she had to take it off like a 
wet bathing suit. His strong hands were quick to help pull it off. He was in 
back of her and peeling it down. 

He dropped to his knees and kept going, "Oh, oh, oh," softly as his hands 
worked on the fabric and revealed more and more of her feminine flesh. His 
erection was straight and, while not very fat or long, was attractive with a 
bright red head. Since he was already on his knees, he just turned her 
around and planted his mouth on her hairy cunt. 

His head bobbed quickly from side to side as he licked away at her hot slit. 
His fingers were kneading her ass. His mouth kissed over her tummy and one 
hand clutched a pale breast. His other hand doubled up into a fist except 
for one finger that screwed its way into her vagina, probing and 
penetrating. 

"I'd heard of things like this, but I never thought it'd happen to me. Get 
on the couch so I can fuck you. Wow." 

Connie couldn't get on her back fast enough. With one spring he was on top 
of her, planting his red-nosed cock in her willing snatch. The head slid in 
quickly, followed by the strong shaft. He was pumping automatically, right 
off the bat. No buildup, no preparation, just hop and hump. His face was 
between her breasts and they were being smeared all over his face. Hands 
full of hair twisted and turned her head. Her hands were all over his back 
and butt, sometimes her legs were too. He pulled a throw pillow under her 
hips and bounced on her at a new angle. She encouraged this sort of variety 
with loud grunts of pleasure and soft kisses on anything she could reach. 
His tongue went in and out of her mouth like it was his own and every few 
strokes he grabbed her ass and shifted her position. 

"You hot ram, fuck me." 

"Come on blondie, put it out there." 

She shoved her crotch at him. She raised her hips off the pillow and snapped 
her pussy on his cock and hung onto it as he threw his hips up and down. The 
lamp on the end table teetered and fell to the floor. He pulled his cock 
out, grabbed her knees, and rammed his mouth onto her juicy gash, licking on 
every side as fast as he could. Connie pulled on her breasts and tossed her 
head back and forth with her tongue sticking out between her teeth. His 
hands went up her torso and exercised themselves on her breasts. Clean white 
teeth nibbled on them gently and strong, sun-tanned hands went into her 
hair, tugging and pulling it as her body was rocked back and forth when his 
cock reinserted itself in her warm compartment. 

"Oh, big lady, I'm going to cum, oh. OH!" 

She tripled her movements to extract all the pleasure she could from his 
young cock. When he was done depositing his sperm in her, he rolled off the 
couch and lay on his back on the floor, breathing deeply. 

Connie clamped her legs closed, repeatedly trying to feel the phantom that 
remained as her body adjusted to the lack of a throbbing dickhead in her 
cunt. She capped it with her hand to hold the warmth in longer. 

"Oh, wow. I've waited all my life for something like that. Any time you want 
your apple trees taken care of, you just let me know. That was terrific. Oh, 
wow." 

"I'm glad to know you'll be available. Don't worry, I'll call." 

"I'd better get back to work. I make the deliveries and I'll come by your 
place last, if you want me to. If you need anything, ask to have it 
delivered." 

"You're on." 

By the middle of March Connie had heard from several summer camps that were 
interested in hiring a woman to help in the infirmary. She narrowed her 
choices to those from out of state. She eliminated religious and military 
camps. It took her a while to decide, but she also eliminated those camps 
devoted to a specific sport. They would be in training and she wanted no 
part of any Spartan regimentation. Eventually she decided to accept a camp 
in the foothills of the White Mountains, with a back-up of a camp on Lake 
Champlain. 

The White Mountains camp was called Dowango, an Indian name, she thought. It 
was big on outdoor experience, so they didn't concentrate on one thing but 
provided swimming, boating, hiking, crafts, sports, nature study and mostly 
fresh air and sunshine. It was privately funded and the staff was drawn from 
high schools and colleges. It appeared isolated, which she thought was a 
factor she could turn to her advantage. The biggest attraction for her was 
the number of boys it could handle. Over one hundred. That was a nice 
selection, and they all stayed at least one month. That was important. In a 
week or even two, they'd be too busy to get into mischief, and mischief was 
one of the things she wanted them to get into, besides her cunt. Best of 
all, the kids were drawn from inner city areas. That meant a great variety, 
too. Dowango was the place for Connie. 

A letter came from the camp director, a Mr. Jackson, spelling out her duties 
and her pay, what accommodations she would be given, hours and dates and a 
phone number. It also contained her contract. All very business-like. In a 
handwritten note, Mr. Jackson said he hoped she'd like being part of the 
staff at Dowango and not to hesitate to call if she wanted further 
information. It also included several snapshots of the place, including her 
quarters. 

Jackson sounded civilized and the place looked lovely. 

She signed the contract and sent it off by airmail. A few days later she got 
a phone call from Jackson, saying how delighted he was she would be "a 
member of the team." He suggested she come a few days earlier than the 
contract stipulated, if she could. It would be good to familiarize herself 
with the area and facilities before her time was taken up with the boys. She 
said she would make every effort to arrive earlier. 

The week before school was out, she loaded the 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

A few days later, she drove through the gate of Camp Dowango. There were 
trees and open areas and she could see the lake. A big central building 
stood astride a hillock and cabins were scattered in back of it, all up the 
hills and in the trees. Canoes were freshly painted and drying in the sun. 
The signs were all made of local wood and rustic was the theme of Dowango. 
When she'd parked the car, she could hear a radio playing ear-splitting rock 
and roll music. She tried to accustom herself to it. They liked it. 

An Indian man was painting a table in the main lodge when she walked in. He 
turned down his radio when she approached him. Pointing with the paint 
brush, he directed her to Jackson's office. 

She followed the path to the edge of the lake. It seemed farther away than 
it was because the path twisted and went up and down gullies. Finally she 
spotted a neat cottage. As she drew closer, classical music wafted through 
the pine trees to her ears. This must be Jackson's quarters, the music 
suited the picture she had of him. Her rap on the door brought a cheerie, 
"Just a mo'." 

The door opened and she was startled. An average height man with something 
of a stomach wearing a turtle neck and giant glasses, cut square, opened the 
door. She was startled because he was black. 

"Mr. Jackson?" 

"Yes, and you must be Connie Mulvern. Welcome to Dowango, come inside." 

He led her into a neat office. The walls were lined with certificates and 
licenses. There were pictures of scenic sights and of Jackson with a pair of 
well-groomed dogs. There was a map of the area, some filing cabinets, and a 
table piled with papers. 

"Sit down. Care for a cigarette? Or are you one of those liberated chicks 
and want a cigar?" He laughed at his joke and Connie, still dazed, tried to 
laugh too. 

"I'm sure glad you could come early. It's rained for two weeks and I didn't 
think we'd be able to get ready in time. The first contingent arrives 
Friday. We needed the rain. Woods were dry as a bone all spring and the lake 
was down. We haven't even-Mrs. Mulvern, are you shocked to find I'm a black 
man?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you wish to terminate your contract." 

"Well, of course not. That really doesn't have anything to do with it." 

"Good, because more than half the inner city kids we get every summer are 
black. You are prepared to deal with that?" 

Connie was beginning to feel insulted. 

"I am educated, Mr. Jackson. I don't think black people all tap dance or 
carry razors or live on watermelon. Frankly, I've never dealt with any, 
outside of stores or such. I'm sorry if I appeared rude." 

"And I do not wish to appear rude either, but I've lost more than one staff 
member when he's seen my black skin." 

"I'm sure there's much more to see than that, Mr. Jackson." 

His face lit up and his whole face disappeared when his bright teeth smiled. 
"We're going to get along real well." 

And so they did, for several hours, while he explained the organization, 
procedures, discipline, schedule and problems of the camp. He got the Indian 
to unload her car and he took her on a tour of the premises. There was a 
dock, bicycle paths, hiking trails, and sports areas. The camp had several 
acres and was surrounded on three sides by woods and on the other by the 
lake. The big danger was the shoreline. He explained a lot of their city 
kids didn't know how to swim. He was tempted to put up lights along the 
shore but decided not to do so because it would tempt the kids to sneak out 
at night and swim without supervision. His nightmare, he said, was that some 
kid would drown. He repeated that over and over. Connie was surprised to 
learn that there was only a permanent staff of eight. Himself, the nurse, 
the head cook, the Indian general handyman, an assistant cook, and two 
counselors. 

"Dowango's staff is the United Nations. The cook is a World War II D.P., 
from Russia. The assistant cook is a Trinidadian who went bananas in New 
York, killed someone with a knife and did several years in jail before they 
discovered he needed mental treatment. Now he's happy to live in the country 
and not go near the city. He's probably the sanest of us all. No problem 
there. He's a good card player too, you'll see. The nurse has been in 
medicine so long I think she's got specimens for blood. Joe, the Indian, was 
actually born right on the property. I bought it from him after his health 
went bad. Got a good price if he could spend the rest of his life here. The 
boys love him. I was a teacher before I took this up. I like to travel and 
this way I can travel in the off season. It's a lot more fun. You travel?" 

"Not much." 

"You'd love it. New places, new people. It's a constant education. I'm 
spending this winter in Scandinavia. Well, that's everybody." 

Connie hadn't heard anything that didn't sound pleasant enough, but they 
were all too old for her. 

"What about the counselors?" 

"Oh, I get two guys from Howard University every summer. They have to be 
athletic and majoring in education or counseling. Usually I get one of each. 
It's good practice for them and, ha ha, they work cheap." 

College boys, a possibility. 

"I never heard of Howard University." 

"It's a black school. You've got a lot to learn. This summer is going to 
educate you. Want some coffee?" 

They were back at the main lodge and went into the kitchen. The cook was 
scouring huge pots that had been stored all winter. He didn't speak English 
and Connie was again startled to hear Jackson speaking Russian to him. When 
Jackson indicated Connie, the old man turned to her and bowed. It was such 
an anachronism Connie was completely won over. She knew the meals would be 
delicious, and they were. They got their coffee, the cook always had a pot 
on the stove, and drank it seated on a log in back of the main lodge. 
Jackson told her the history of the place, learned from Joe, and some of his 
own history. She studied his face. He was healthy as a horse and cheerful. 
His age was probably mid-forties. He had a son killed in Viet Nam. His 
explanations of the place and its purpose to give the kids a complete change 
from the ugly city life were so thorough that When he gave her an 
opportunity to ask questions, the only thing she could think of to ask was 
why the rocks on the side of the path were all painted white. She was 
surprised to learn that they were painted so they could be seen at night. 

When they'd finished their coffee, Jackson showed her to her cabin. It was 
tiny but it had a view of the lake and the bed was comfortable. It even had 
a hot plate so she could make simple things like soup, coffee or whatever. 
The bathroom was primitive. She and the other nurse shared a shower, 
outdoors. 

"You'll get used to the shower. Eventually. Sorry, it's the best the place 
affords. Rustic, you know. You're safe from peeping toms. Years ago I 
planted firs between here and that ledge. The kids sometimes sneek up there 
to see if they can catch a glimpse of the puss-ladies in the shower. There 
was an ugly incident some years ago. Nothing since." 

The nurse arrived the next day and they spent the whole day checking the 
infirmary, which seemed to consist mostly of bandages and poison ivy 
remedies. The nurse was there for the third year and knew everything by 
heart. That night the two counselors drove in. One was the AI'-American boy. 
He looked like an ad for Wheaties. The other was into Black Power and wore a 
skull cap, a dashiki, carried a carved ebony cane, and had an earring in one 
ear. Whenever either one of them had any leisure time, they could be found 
reading rather serious-looking books. Jackson thought they were both going 
to work out fine. 

Connie had her doubts about the sulker in the skull cap. When Jackson said 
she had to learn water safety and rescue, she asked the athletic one to 
teach her. She was apprehensive about letting him touch her even to learn 
water safety, but if he sensed it, he didn't show it. She got in the 
freezing lake time after time and let him pull her out, or she pulled him 
out and they took turns giving each other artificial respiration. By the end 
of two days she was very friendly with David and she thought prejudiced 
people were stupid. 

Jackson wasn't at dinner that night. He had to go into town to arrange some 
last minute supplies. All there was to do was wait for the first boys, due 
Friday morning. 

When she opened the door to her cabin and put the flashlight on the bureau, 
she found a note on her bed. "Connie, if you want to play cards this 
evening, we'll be setting up in my cabin about 8:30. We have only two nights 
to relax before the onslaught. Andy Jackson." 

Connie remembered the last note anybody had left for her. That was the one 
from Chris saying to take care of Paco and Rodney, and she remembered where 
that had led. Could this one be as ominous? Ridiculous. At 8:30 she took her 
flashlight and headed for Jackson's cabin. 

She heard a symphony on the stereo coming from the cabin as she approached. 
All the draperies were drawn. After she knocked she put the flashlight under 
her chin, and when Andy Jackson opened the door, she stared at him with dead 
eyes, and said, "I am the ghost of Christmas past." 

"And ah is a spook, too." 

Andy laughed a lot at that and Connie, after she got over her initial 
embarrassment, laughed too. He put his arm around her as he brought her into 
the cabin. The door to the office was closed and all the light was in the 
bedroom, where a card table was set up. The top of the bureau held a number 
of bottles of liquor. There was a Japanese lacquer box and a cigarette 
lighter. All the comfortable furniture from the office was moved into the 
bedroom and a TV table with snacks was sitting next to the "bar." It was 
going to be fun. 

"Would the ghost of Christmas past care for a little smoke?" 

Connie was surprised when he opened the lacquer box and offered her a joint. 
Do all black people smoke dope? She had enough respect for this pot-bellied 
man to realize he wasn't a libertine. Smoking grass couldn't be all that bad 
if high school kids did it and college kids did it and black men who spoke 
Russian did it. She'd been prisoner of Tom's Puritan ways long enough. Fuck 
it! I'll have one She accepted with what she hoped was a "with it" response. 
"Thanks, pusher man." 

Andy was too good-natured to laugh out loud, so he covered by putting his 
arm around her again and saying "Ummm um, mama, we's gonna have fun tonight. 
Big fun." 

That was all right with Connie. She hadn't laughed with people for a long 
time, and Andy Jackson was a man to make you laugh. 

"Where are the others?" 

"Mogumba is coming. He's all upset because he can't find his copy of Che. 
David'll be along and Ken's helping Ivan check supplies." 

He bent over, put a joint between her lips, and lit it. It wasn't bad. She 
was kind of excited to see what effects the grass would produce in her. 

"Any particular type of music you prefer?" 

"What you're playing is fine." 

"Good, I like it too." 

Ken strode in. He was fair skinned for a black man, and had non-Negro 
features. His was the most unemotional face she'd ever seen. He never 
changed his expression. 

David came in. He and Ken knew the routine of setting up the card game. 
David, it turned out, had been there last year. Connie was beginning to feel 
very much at home. They were delightful company. By the time Mogumba 
arrived, they were in high spirits and Connie kissed him as he put down his 
cane. 

"Aw, come on, lady, let's play cards." That came from David, who was 
shuffling. 

Connie was embarrassed she'd been so carried away with her drink and the 
joint she smoked all by herself that she kissed Mogumba, who, it turned out, 
had been born Harry Truman Jones, but no one seemed to notice so no harm was 
done, except that Andy kept chuckling to himself. 

"What do you want to play?" 

Ken wanted to play poker. David called for bridge. Andy said there were five 
players and how could they possibly play bridge? Mogumba suggested Hearts. 
Everyone looked at him as if he were simple-minded. Casino, Canasta, even 
Fish was suggested. 

Eventually Andy stood up, pounded the table, and yelled. "Fuck every last 
one of you! We're playing Melbourne!" he said. 

Since none of them knew what Melbourne was, they were not about to open 
their mouths and make fools of themselves. They all docilely agreed to 
Melbourne. 

That meant Andy had to show them how to play it. Connie interpreted it as a 
cross between Bridge and Monopoly. Ken wanted to play for money. David 
refused a drink but smoked three joints all by himself. Mogumba indicated 
his displeasure at the choice by pontificating on the superiority of the 
BLACK brain which inevitably towered over the white brain by predicting that 
a black man would win. Since the odds were four to one, Connie raised her 
glass and said, "I'll drink to that!" Andy looked at David and they told 
themselves, "What the hell," and David continued to shuffle the cards. 

By the time they all learned to play the game, it was 9:30 and by 10:30 they 
were bored with cards. Connie had had three joints and two Scotches and was 
feeling wonderful! Ken was stoic as ever and Andy gregarious. David began to 
smile a lot and Mogumba wasn't making any sense. He kept staring at Connie 
like he wanted to fuck her, and that made her uncomfortable. 

"Let's play this round for really high stakes!" said Andy. Everyone wanted 
to know what they might be. 

"Her!" 

Connie looked into the face of each of her card-playing, fellow staff 
members. Ken was stern-faced but there was a smile under it. Andy sparkled 
with good will. Mogumba eyed her up and down as if she was something to be 
purchased. David did the same, but his eyes were softer. 

"What the fuck do you shitheads mean?" she said. 

"Aw, sit down, white bitch, and play your hand." 

"I see you've already played yours! What is this?" 

"I said sit your ass down and get in the game. Style, mama, that's what you 
need to be cool. Style. It's your turn." 

Connie threw her cards on the table and stood up so fast her chair fell 
backward. Before she could open the door, Andy had set her chair up and had 
his hands on her wrist. 

"Look, bitch, tonight I'm going to fuck you every way but loose. You got a 
choice. Play nice and relax and enjoy it, or get uppity and make it look 
like you're taken advantage of. It won't make any difference, you're still 
gonna get dicked. Now don't act shocked, I've seen how you eyed David. He's 
a young stud and turns you on, that's cool. So is Mogumba. That's cool too. 
Ken and I are older and maybe not to your taste, but we can't always have 
what we want. No one with your background is going to work for peanuts all 
summer unless she expects to get something out of it. I figure you're 
planning to corral a lot of kiddie cocks. I'm all for it. They're here for 
an education, but don't spread those white legs for every pimpled 
puberty-pusher and close them to me. Dig it? Now play your hand and do this 
civilized." 

Andy released her and went back to his seat, with the key in his pocket. 

"I will not!!" 

David sat with his mouth open through the whole thing. Mogumba calmly 
smoked. Connie frantically pulled at the door. She was about to scream for 
help when Ken's hand closed over her mouth. He dragged her away from the 
door as Andy grabbed her ankles and the two black men dragged her, arms 
flaying, to the bed. David was on his feet but Mogumba remained in his seat, 
watching with detachment. 

"What're you doing? You can't do that!" David shouted to Andy as he tried to 
pull Ken's sinewy arms off the frightened woman. 

"This is rape. You fools could get sent up for this." Connie's head wasn't 
clear and she wasn't able to resist effectively. She counted on David to 
save her from these two maniacs. Ken held her arms and shoulders down and 
Andy let go of her legs. 

"David, you're very young. Now learn something, you stupid punk. Connie, 
nobody wants to hurt you. I'm going to give you a choice. Have a good time 
with all of us, no one is going to make undue demands on you. You'll have 
all summer to do what you came up here to do. Put out a little with good 
will and you can spend the whole summer on your back, servicing every kid in 
the camp for all I care. If you don't give us the pieces of ass we want, you 
can pack up and leave now. I didn't hire you because I need an assistant 
nurse, for Christ sake, I hired you because the facts told me you were up to 
something and I liked the photo you sent. Let go of her, Ken. Decide, 
Connie. A little pussy for us and all the boycock you can handle all summer, 
or take off." 

Ken stepped away and she lay on the bed. Andy ignored her and put the things 
which had been disturbed back in order. David went and stood in the corner, 
not looking at any one of them. Mogumba continued to grace the chair he was 
in and gave no indication of what he was thinking. Ken stood ready to grab 
her if he got the word from Andy. 

She knew Andy had lain it on the line. Let these black guys fuck her or 
leave. She was scared and insulted and angry. Her head told her to get off 
the bed, ask to be let out and walk away without turning back and drive out 
of the place tonight. Then she thought of over three hundred young boys. 
Three hundred tender young bodies, smooth skins, untasted cocks, anxious to 
please. Would she get such an opportunity again? In the last month she'd 
been fucked a lot by a lot of different guys, what difference would four 
more cocks make? She could tell in the few days she'd been here that color 
didn't have anything to do with anything. People were, unfortunately, 
people. Damn it! She was furious that she was subject to someone else's 
will. She'd never been in that position with Tom, not with any man. She'd 
done all right for herself so far, she could get what she wanted without 
buying it by letting four guys fuck her. 

Andy finished what he was doing and turned to her, waiting for her to 
answer. She got up off the bed, ran her hand through her hair and looked at 
Andy. 

"Where do you want me?" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"That's my big titted beauty!" Andy gave her a bear hug. 

The tension had been terrible for Connie, but she didn't realize how it had 
affected everybody till Andy threw his arms around her and Mogumba broke 
into a wide smile. David turned from the corner and Ken took off his pants. 
He was wearing really ugly boxer shorts and they looked stupid on him. Andy 
released her and poured some rum into a glass. 

"That's fine, mama, just fine. Take some of this and let's drink to one 
helluva sexy summer." 

He switched off the overhead light and the light from the lamp on the bureau 
was sufficient. Ken, in his shorts, was moving the card table against the 
wall. Mogumba got up and stood next to David. Connie realized for the first 
time how young they both were. They were simply two youngsters a little 
terrified of what was going on. This appealed to Connie and she was looking 
forward to making them feel good. 

She smiled at them. David looked startled and, after a faltering try, 
managed to smile back. Mogumba was afraid to smile so he tried to look even 
more severe. Andy was beside her and held her in his arms. 

"Come on, boys," he said without taking his eyes off Connie, "get your 
clothes off. This hot piece won't wait forever." 

Andy kissed her full on the mouth. She'd never been kissed by a black man 
before. She didn't know what she thought it would feel like. She closed her 
eyes. He was a pretty good kisser! She relaxed and let herself go. He was 
right, this was the better way. 

Andy began to unbutton her blouse. "Let's see those big tits, mama." 

When the blouse was open and even before he began to unclasp her bra, he 
bent over and kissed each swelling breast reverently. Andy reached behind 
and unfastened it. He pulled it off and tossed it on the card table. He 
knelt down and surrounded his face with her big breasts. 

David watched the whole procedure while stepping out of his pants. Connie 
looked around to see them all disrobing. David was well brought up, she 
imagined, because he folded his pants and hung them over the back of a 
chair. Mogumba threw his clothes aside without looking to see where they 
would land. His body was as tightly muscled and wiry as Ken's. When he 
removed his sunglasses, she decided he looked sexier with them on. His face 
was rather ordinary. He seemed proud of his cock though, it was long and 
slender and had a big knob on the end. It was pretty hard and he kept 
tugging on it with his hand. David was stalling. 

She figured he was not well endowed and he was self-conscious about it. She 
smiled at him as Andy nuzzled and kissed her now-hardening breasts. She 
looked at Ken. His eyes were burning into her and they never changed 
expression. He was pulling his T-shirt over his head and, when it was off, 
both his hands went to the waistband of his shorts. They slid down over the 
hairless black skin and, when he straightened up, she gasped. It was 
mammoth! Not only did she see prodigious length but prodigious girth. She 
told herself it was a foot long. She was wrong by two inches. At one spot 
near the tip, she swore it was as big around as a beer bottle. She was 
right. It hung from him hard. It was so big it looked like it was weighing 
him down. It was a weapon. David saw it too and the young athlete became 
even more nervous. 

"You like what you see?" Connie had forgotten all about the man caressing 
her breasts. He sat on the edge of the bed, turned her toward him and ran 
his hands up and down her slacks. 

"Gather around, men, and let's show this lady we appreciate her good 
intentions." He kissed her cunt through the material of her clothes. 

Ken, the experienced hand, stepped to her side and played with one breast, 
still with no change of expression. His other hand was rubbing her back. 
Andy worked the slacks down and she stepped out of them. Mogumba was on her 
other side and he slid his hand around her tummy, following the indentation 
of her navel with his black finger. Connie saw the dark hands all over her 
body and grew excited by the bizarre contrast. Young Mogumba didn't have the 
finesse the experienced Ken had, but the fire in him made his touch warm and 
exciting. 

Andy began a slow removal of her panties. It was a ceremony, the way he 
removed them: slow, deliberate, savoring every moment. You could almost hear 
the drum roll as they inched downward. When her cunt was completely 
uncovered, he whipped them off her legs in a flash. Ken bent her backward, 
put both arms around her, and kissed her. His tongue did all the work. He 
had to bend her knees while Andy slid his face into her cunt. Mogumba and 
David were left standing there. Andy was through sampling her snatch and 
pulled away to take his clothes off. His sweater came off to reveal a 
hairless torso, with his protruding stomach looking large but not out of 
place. It was all in front; he wasn't fat all around. She had her hand on 
Ken's shoulder and was enjoying the way he worked his experienced mouth on 
hers. Andy was out of his clothing at last and stood on the bed showing his 
stumpy cock. Like the rest of him, it wasn't exceptionally attractive, but 
kind of cute. She thought the turn of his ass was pleasing to look at. Andy 
hopped off the bed while the other three continued to feel Connie all over. 
Her own hands traveled over their black bodies and for the first time in her 
life she felt the kinky black hairs of a Negro head. She thought it felt 
rather nice and the only reason she didn't continue to do it was because she 
was concerned it might make them feel self-conscious. David was already 
practically a basket case. She wanted to tell him to not worry, she wanted 
to experience him, but she didn't. Andy lit a joint and went around 
transferring it from mouth to mouth. 

Mogumba had a couple of fingers in her cunt and David had gotten up enough 
courage to feel her breasts. Apparently he hadn't done that too often, 
because he didn't know much. Mogumba must have had quite a lot of 
experience, he found her clit right away and kept zooming back to it, 
whenever he felt like it. Ken was having fun with her hair and Connie took 
the two bulls on either side of her by their cocks. She had to find out what 
those big black cocks felt like. She had a nice grip on Mogumba's, but Ken's 
was too big to get her hand around. Her heart beat faster just realizing 
that she would have that stupendous thing in her cunt. It flashed to her 
mind that she would not be able to accommodate it, but she remembered 
biology class and the professor stating that anything a man could have, a 
woman could accommodate. 

She slid her hand up and down the length of Mogumba's impressive prick and 
felt the bulb on the end. It was hard as a rock. His lips were nipping at 
her nipple and sucking just a little bit. David, from behind, pressed his 
body next to her naked white skin. He'd gotten the hang of the breast 
treatment and balanced one in his hand with ease, holding it like a 
grapefruit. Ken had sent his tongue all through her hair and her ear and was 
licking up and down the vein on her neck. It was raising her temperature 
more than Mogumba's talented fingers in her cunt. 

They'd all had several drags on the joint and Andy couldn't hold the roach 
any longer. He dropped it in an ash tray and pulled an extra pillow out of 
nowhere. 

"Now, mama, get ready for a gooooood time." 

"I'm already having a good time." 

"Yeah, but only on the outside. Cm here." He lay down on his back, 
indicating she was to sit on his erect penis. Ken gave her a hand. She 
mounted the bed and David let out an audible groan to see the full-breasted 
woman standing with her blonde hair falling to her shoulders, trying to 
balance herself, holding onto his strong black hand as he supported her. 
Concentrating on the smooth black body on the bed, she placed a foot on 
either side of his legs and squatted. 

The blonde hairs surrounding her cunt were moving closer to his stubby black 
cock. 

"Pull it apart with your fingers." 

Ken patiently supported her back as she did as Andy bid. She placed her 
fingers in her gash and spread it and continued to lower herself onto the 
black man. She embedded his cock in her cunt, his black pubic hair mingling 
with her blonde ones. 

"Now ride, mama, ride!" 

Andy grabbed two handfuls of tit and fucked. Mogumba sprang onto the bed, 
standing facing her with his feet astride Andy's head. Connie worked her 
body back and forth, giving pleasure to herself and Andy. David's mouth was 
puckered and his lips were pressed out quite a way as he masturbated just to 
see the sight. Mogumba put his hands in Connie's hair and directed her mouth 
to the outstanding swelling on the end of his long cock. 

She looked up at the young stud with the lean body and the hard cock and her 
blue eyes questioned him. Mogumba was not in the mood to be questioned. He 
roughly pulled her hair to move her mouth onto the organ. David could hear 
it slap against her cheek as Mogumba swung his body to bring his cock to her 
luscious lips. She opened her mouth and the powerful black cock entered. 

Andy, looking up, could see the angle of entry, and pulled on her tits to 
bring her body forward so the line of the cock would coincide with her 
throat. When the alignment was right, Mogumba shoved his long hard prick 
down the blonde girl's throat. She was gagging and sputtering, but he held 
her head fast to the dark contours of his crotch. 

"Breathe through your nose, bitch." It was instructions from Andy who was 
fucking into the cunt on top of him with broad strokes. Each thrust from the 
stocky black man bobbed her body up in the air. Mogumba held her face 
between his legs, pulling her hair back every now and then to allow her to 
breathe. Ken jumped up onto the bed in back of Connie and wound her golden 
hair around the massive dick that jutted out from his body. The blonde 
strands shone next to the deep brown of his dick shaft and she could feel 
the weight of it on her head. David was left alone, standing on the floor. 
He looked at the unbelievable scene on the bed. All four bodies gyrated 
wildly. The way her ass was sticking out from between Ken's veiny legs, the 
beautiful line of her back drew an "Ah!" from him. It reminded him of 
something an artist had said about the curved line. But the round pink flesh 
and the sturdy legs of the black men holding her like prison bars and the 
pumping of the dark man under her was a beauty too-he couldn't quite 
understand it. He was so trapped by the vision he didn't notice he was left 
out of it. 

Mogumba looked at him and extended one hand. "Brother!" he said. 

David was standing on the bed instantly. He had to hold the shoulders of Ken 
and Mogumba, who in turn held him by the shoulders and the three stunning 
black men formed a triangle of black bodies in a circle around the blonde 
female squatting her cunt onto the Negro man's sex organ. 

David, in his excitement, had forgotten that his cock wasn't a freakish 
enlargement of a penis. His was small in comparison to theirs, small 
compared to average, and woefully small for the size of his body. He often 
thought all those jokes about black cocks being challenges to measurement 
left him cruelly by himself. That was why he'd never had sex. Now he was one 
with blood brothers who accepted him as an equal. Connie's hands welcomed 
the newcomer with light touches which were more embraces than holding on for 
balance. Her lips went back, sliding off Mogumba's lengthy cock. She opened 
her eyes and looked upward to see the silhouette of monumental cocks arching 
together as if she was on a boat under a drawbridge, watching it close. A 
certain warmth was coming for David, whose organ was not in the silhouette. 
The way he placed his feet on the bed, flat, without constantly shuffling, 
drew her to him rather than the others. And David, looking down at the 
prodigious organs resting on either end of her white face, saw her eyes 
drift to him and her hand come up and cup his balls. 

Connie's other hand came up to point his cock to her lips and she closed 
them on it tenderly. A warm suction drew it into her mouth. He bent his 
muscular body forward. Her hands went behind him and gently rubbed his 
buttocks. At this his whole body relaxed and a dizziness came galloping to 
his head. He ejaculated into her mouth while his head almost flopped off his 
shoulders. He was so relaxed by the warmth of her mouth that neither Ken nor 
Mogumba realized he had climaxed. But Connie knew. She had such a feeling 
for his inexperience that she was happy to be part of a virgin experience of 
the handsome young man's. It wasn't till Ken began to tug on her hair that 
she realized they weren't alone. Her head went backward. Her eyes beheld the 
underside of the gigantic black cock. 

Ken swung back and forth to enhance the act she was about to perform. His 
hand kept pulling her hair and head backward. He had to bend one knee to 
pull her hair low enough. When his crane swung over her mouth, Connie knew 
what he intended. He thought it was kind of her to go to the little one 
first, but he had a fixation about subjecting a white bitch to his cock. He 
could be satanic with it at times and this buxom woman with the inviting 
hips was going to feel all the twinges he could produce in her body. 

His years in prison had given him more time than he needed to think about 
the flesh of white women. He was terrified of what he thought about, and now 
that one was within his grasp, he was going to indulge himself. And right 
now she was to suck his cock. Connie opened her mouth and hoped she could 
handle the log she was about to attempt to swallow. 

"Yeah, big tits, take my battle-scarred big dick down your throat! Eat it, 
honey, let it fill you!" 

Andy was raising his head off the bed to watch the black cock disappear down 
her throat, only it was so wide she couldn't get it down. It simply wouldn't 
move. Ken knew this because he was pushing it. She was actually trying to 
open her mouth like a python's, but she couldn't. 

"Suck him off, white bitch. Take that motherfuckin' black dick down your 
ugly white throat and gag on it. Feel that black cousin gittin' you." 

Connie tried, but it wouldn't move. David could tell she was trying and not 
turned off by the attempt, so he wanted to reassure her that, in spite of 
Mogumba's threats, she was safe. He didn't know how to convey this, so he 
dropped to his knees and held her torso gently and kissed her breast. Even 
with the kindness she was experiencing from David, she couldn't get her 
mouth open wide enough to swallow Ken's over-sized organ. Mogumba's cock was 
in his hand and it was being stimulated as fast as he could do it. 

"Connie, if you don't take all of his cock down your throat tonight, I'll 
make it my personal business to see to it you don't get one baby boy's dick 
the whole fuckin' summer. That's a promise." 

Connie could tell he meant it, as much as he meant if she didn't come across 
with them, she'd be thrown out. The cock she was trying to get into her 
mouth was too big. It was hard like a bone. It was physically impossible. 
Even a big cock would be hard to suck, but this one was out of the question. 

"If I have to spend every minute of the day and night with you myself, I'll 
keep you from gettin' fucked." 

Connie made another attempt. All the time her mind kept telling her nothing 
was worth it, the edges of her mouth hurt. Then she thought of Bruce. His 
heat, his fast strokes, his quick movements. And Rodney, his eagerness, 
Lyle's mother-sex-love passion and the hitchhiker's way of pulling the hairs 
on her pussy. These teenage delights flooded her mind. The thought of going 
three whole months without feeling any of them with a crowd of young boys 
all around her struck terror into her. He means it! I know he does! He's 
clever, he knows how to do this. 

"L think maybe if I turn around." 

David stepped back off the bed. Mogumba backed up and put one foot on the 
floor. Connie lifted herself off Andy's patient cock and turned around on 
her knees to stare into the opening in Ken's king-size dick. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Swallow my cock, white whore." 

Climbing up Ken's legs with her hands, the blonde beauty tossed her hair off 
her face and obediently "began to wet the head of his cock with her tongue. 
Hopefully this would help it slide. 

"The sides too." 

She did as he ordered. Her mouth settled on the tip. By opening it and 
moving forward, she was able to encircle the whole head. His hands went 
behind her ears and he slowly slid his dick between her lips-vein after vein 
disappeared. Two inches were taken, then three. Her mouth was full but he 
kept pressuring her tonsils and advanced into her throat. It cut off her 
breathing, but with hands full of ears and hair, he kept it going into her 
white face. 

"My God, she's taking it!" 

Connie's eyes were tearing and her entire throat was burning with the 
pressure of the gargantuan Negro cock. With great effort she was able to 
breathe through her nose. Ken twitched his cock and its momentary flexing 
shot a wave of pain through her body. His hand was petting her head but he 
wouldn't take it out. In fact, he began to gyrate his hips in that loose way 
only agile men can. It produced a sensation among the onlookers and 
consternation in Connie. His movements were torture to her throat. She could 
bear it, but what would he do next? She clasped his knees with her soft 
white hands and he began rocking his ass back and forth, pulling the brutish 
cock out just a little and sending it back in. After only a few strokes, 
Connie gagged. Ken took it almost all the way out. She swallowed. That 
rested her throat but also indicated to her how much stretching it had 
caused. Thank God that was over. It wasn't over, Ken immediately reinserted 
the broad black head of his deeply dimpled cock between her red lips. 

"Just like you did before, swallow it, woman." 

Much faster this time, the pendulous cock slipped over her lower lip and 
slid into her throat. Her neck looked strained to Mogumba, who watched with 
anticipation. David and Andy had their hands on their pricks because of the 
excitement the sight stirred in them. Ken forced his huge pecker fully into 
her mouth, held it and withdrew about six inches of it, then advanced again. 
Andy had both hands on her ass and was rubbing the pretty cheeks softly. 
With a sudden inspiration, David got on his back on the bed and put his head 
under Connie's cunt to look up at it. 

A see-saw action went on above him and then the bed bounced as Mogumba 
climbed up on the mattress and knelt over David's head, his large balls 
bouncing like a steer's as he swung his body into position. He was feeling 
her cunt with his experienced fingers. David thought Mogumba had radar in 
his fingertips because he found the clit practically instantly and Connie 
flexed. Mogumba's knees moved as he jockeyed for a foothold on his knees to 
stick his long brown prick into her white flesh from behind. His cock 
followed his fingers and soon it began ebbing out of sight into her pale 
flesh. Her labia bent inward like fabric moved by the wind, but the big cock 
brought them back again and then billowed them inward. David reached up and 
hung on to her tits. The broad nipples were hard as push-buttons, and he 
worked his thumb and index fingers on them. 

Connie felt so many things at once she didn't know how to react, and only 
hung on to the cock in her mouth and the one in her cunt. Her tits felt so 
good, being manipulated by two strong black hands. Mogumba's hands were 
anchored on her hips and he tugged them back toward his steel-hard cock, 
which felt wonderful sliding across her tender flesh. When he did this, 
Ken's cock exited somewhat from her mouth and he pulled her yellow hair to 
his shiny black skin to bring her back to him. Mogumba would then pull her 
back to him. Her body was tugged by the two black men while David sucked 
first one tit, then the other. 

Suddenly a flash from a camera went off. Mogumba didn't even break stride. 
Ken held still and whatever it was didn't bother David at all. 

"I just thought we'd all like a souvenir of the occasion," said Andy as he 
pulled the Polaroid film from the camera. 

Immediately Ken was thrusting into her mouth again, but a bad angle kept him 
from going as deep as he wanted so he pulled the mind-boggling prick from 
her mouth and stepped off the bed. After examining the photograph, he turned 
to watch Mogumba fucking the blonde dog-fashion. His strokes were so 
powerful and deep that each one sent her head crashing down into David's 
chest. David cradled her head on his stomach and caressed her neck and 
shoulders. Mogumba hastened his strokes. Everyone could tell he was reaching 
a climax because he was very vocal in his breathing. Just when they thought 
he would shoot his cum, he placed an arm under Connie's legs and moved her 
so she knew he wanted her on her back. 

David rolled off the bed so she would have room to lay down. Without 
removing his spear-like cock, Mogumba got her on her back and was berthed on 
top of her, their skins contrasting in the subdued light from the lamp. His 
strong legs flexed and his sinewy arms held his hard chest above her soft 
white tits. A growl was rising in his throat and his ass moved faster 
between her knees as his long cock went in and out. His mouth was on hers as 
the climax came, but still the deep guttural exclamation could be heard not 
only in the room but outside the tiny cabin, if anyone had been there to 
hear it. Connie quivered from the exciting fucking and when he finally 
removed his big penis from her pussy folds, she still felt the waves of warm 
pleasure flowing through her body. 

Andy, shorter than the long-legged Mogumba, had been so heated by the 
athletic fucking he'd witnessed that he was ready to cum. With a powerful 
pulling of her knees, he brought Connie's legs off the side of the bed and 
turned her at right angles. Squatting down, he slipped his glowing cock in 
her and raised her legs so they rested on his solid shoulders. With his feet 
on the floor, he drove his black dick home. He was giving her long measured 
strokes, each one spaced far enough apart for her to savor its pleasures. 

This time it was Connie who was making the noise. Moan after moan escaped 
her, each louder than the one before. Her hands embraced his neck. From his 
pleasant face she looked down to his cuddly belly, and each time he thrust 
forward, it rubbed her nipples. His hips increased their speed and his 
strokes got shorter but quicker. Connie felt nothing in her body but his 
fucking, and it continued to go faster. 

David watched in awe to see the middle-aged man fuck so quickly. He thought 
if he did that, he would be exhausted. Andy was far from exhausted, as his 
energy was demonstrating. He broke stride only slightly as he pulled her ass 
off the bed and left it suspended between the mattress and the floor, 
hanging over the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and steered her 
with his hands on her hips as he rocked her from side to side and kept 
fucking straight into her. Connie's breath came with every stroke. The bed 
was rocking noisily and, with a mighty thrust, Andy planted his prick at the 
deepest point and froze. For a moment everything was still, then she felt 
the warm cum flow from his body to hers. His exhaling was quick and 
exhausted. Before he took his spent cock from her warm cunt, he gently slid 
her torso back onto the bed. She had no energy herself to move it. 

Ken tapped David on the arm and indicated it was his turn. David was 
inexperienced and thought that since he had already reached a climax, he was 
through, but Ken was inviting him to climb on the woman and fuck her. He lay 
down beside her and she immediately put her arms around him and kissed him. 
He kissed her back and ran his hand along her side. She spread her legs. He 
was young and his flesh had the feel she liked. 

David rolled over between her legs. She cradled his head in her arms and she 
kissed him on the neck and face. His cock eased into her so easily he didn't 
even think about it. Without willing it, their bodies were rocking together 
in a slow and satisfying copulation. Their lips were locked on one 
another's. Black and white hands moved over contrasting skins. He held her 
body close to his and, with gentle movements, fucked her. Andy was impressed 
with the affection they were showing each other. Mogumba, for all his talent 
and endowment, was jealous. Ken's eyes were glued to her hair and the pink 
nipple that occasionally showed in the fold of David's dark arm. David, 
again almost unnoticed, reached his climax. Andy realized this when he saw 
the muscles in his buttocks stay tensed for well over half a minute. Connie 
was planting quick kisses all over the teenager's face. David kissed her 
good-bye as he got off the bed. 

Connie sat up and tried to straighten out her hair. This was all Ken needed. 
He knelt in back of her and took her hair in his hands. She responded like a 
mare being controlled by reins. Responding to his directions, her head 
slowly came back. He held her stretched neck back with the blonde tresses 
cascading down and burying his massive cock. His eyes weren't on her hair, 
they were fixed on the over-sized breasts which hung from her very feminine 
shoulders. His hands came up under her arms and clasped the fat breasts and 
raised them up in the air, bending over her face to plant his lips on her 
nipples. Clever lips wound back and forth over the hard buttons, then one 
hand reached down and his fingertips disappeared into the warm gash between 
her legs. His lips worked on her tits as his finger worked on her clit. His 
hands became wet with the secretions of her excited body. 

Andy again picked up the camera and aimed it at the blonde girl totally 
enveloped by the black man. 

"Hold it, Ken, I want to get a snap of you getting a white piece. Connie, 
move your arm, his cock doesn't show." 

Connie didn't want her picture taken in this position or any other. She 
resisted but Ken, hardened by years of jail and disrespect, did, and he 
physically flopped her over so his blood-swollen erection hung in view 
against her neck. As Andy snapped the picture, she was aware of the immense 
weight of the heavy organ as it rested on her shoulder. Later, when she saw 
the photo, she realized his cock was as big as her upper arm. 

"Lay down. I got to fuck you now." 

His strong arms released her so she could stretch out on the well-used bed. 
Mogumba got down on his haunches so he could get a close look at what he was 
sure was going to be the most extraordinary fornication he'd ever witnessed. 
David, too, crouched down for the event. Andy, older and more experienced, 
had seen Ken fuck women. The two were whoring partners and had shared more 
than one woman before. He poured himself another drink and sat back to watch 
the fun from the comfort of an overstuffed chair. 

Connie wanted to beg him to be gentle, but fear prevented her from speaking 
out. She truly thought it would hurt, she could still feel the pressure of 
his frightening cock in her throat. Now as she positioned herself on the 
mattress, Ken raised himself up on his knees and his equestrian cock hung 
down almost touching the sheet. He moved her knees apart. Her breasts rolled 
to either side of her body. A strand of blonde hair wrapped itself under her 
chin. His black hand reached down and removed it then trickled down her body 
to her cunt. The dark fingers worked their way between the lips. With a 
beckoning movement, he rubbed her clitoris. 

"Ah, ah, AH!" Connie cried. 

He moved his imbedded fingers faster. The warmth of her inner folds and the 
hard bud excited him and, while they looked at it, Ken and David and Andy 
saw the big black cock swell to new proportions. The head began to look like 
a small apple, the shaft expanded and became furrowed with veins of 
pulsating blood. At the base of the gigantic dick it was narrower and it 
drooped, too heavy to stand out straight. David was breathless and Mogumba 
couldn't believe his eyes. The older black slipped his fingers out of her 
warm cunt and took one leg in each hand. Inching his way toward her on his 
knees, he got into position with the weighty black prick poised above her 
pussy. 

Connie made the mistake of glancing at it. The sight made her eyes open 
wider and she tensed up. "No, no. It's too big," she said. 

Ken ignored her pleas. He bent forward. His cock touched her pubic hairs. He 
inclined slightly. The head edged aside each cuntlip. Her body quivered with 
terror. 

"No, please, Ken. I won't be able TO TAKE-AHHHHH!" 

He'd sunk his black cock all the way into her. His body was flat against 
hers. Connie couldn't talk or breathe. It was in her. 

"Give me your pussy." Expert hips raised and lowered, driving the huge cock 
into her. 

Connie's whole body rose and fell with his movements, the cock was so wide 
that it didn't slip in and out but pulled her body with it as he arched and 
lowered his tightly muscled body. After some minutes she found her voice but 
the protest she wanted to make didn't come out. She instead exhaled noisily, 
even her breathing was controlled by his strokes. 

When he launched into her she exhaled, when he pulled back she inhaled. 
She'd never been so controlled by a man before. The moisture produced by her 
overheated cunt was melting never-before-used residues of lubricating 
secretions. Her cunt was actually damp and slippery. The big cock was 
slipping in and out of her quickly. Each advance and withdrawal was more 
easily seen by the two squatting teenagers who watched the divinely endowed 
older man fuck the woman. His cock was in full view each time he withdrew 
it. Her expanded cunt stayed ready to receive it again. As his flesh passed 
into hers, she clasped her pussy around it and tried to hold it within her, 
but his powerful movements took it away repeatedly only to return it with 
renewed passion. 

Mogumba uttered a low moan of satisfaction as his cock unexpectedly jetted 
out another load of white cum inspired by the movements of the black man and 
the white woman before his eyes. It puddled on the floor between his young 
legs. Connie didn't even look at him, she was completely enveloped 
physically and spiritually by her fucker. She touched his body and arched 
her hips to enhance Ken's pleasure. With a stern face which only betrayed 
the excitement he felt by an involuntary twitch on either side of the mouth, 
he drove his cock home in her. Again and again the dark trunk imbedded 
itself. 

The bed was squeaking, giving a musical accompaniment to their mutual 
pleasure. Connie's head thrashed from side to side and her fists clenched 
when they weren't hanging on to his body so she could be ridden by him just 
that much more. Connie was making noises but she couldn't help herself, they 
just came out. Her tits bounced and plumply plopped because of his thrusts. 
Her breath was going again, she was turning red in the face and her clit 
which was repeatedly massaged by the gigantic prick passing over it, was 
causing her orgasm after orgasm. It was one continuous cum. Ken growled. 
Connie wanted to do something more for him but she didn't have time. He was 
flat on top of her and his body contracted wildly. All his joints locked. As 
his copious cum hurriedly left his cock, he was frozen in one position on 
top of the woman he fucked. 

"Atta boy, Ken, cum all up in 'er!" 

Andy was out of the chair and offered Ken a towel. Connie rolled over on her 
side and let a long sigh ooze out of her. David began caressing her shoulder 
in a comforting way. Mogumba put his sunglasses back on and Ken sat on the 
edge of the bed waiting for enough blood to drain out of his cock so he 
could stand up, something he found very hard to do after fucking. Andy 
brought Connie a drink and gave her a robe. 

After a great many hugs and kisses, David left, standing outside the door 
while Mogumba got up enough courage to kiss Connie on the cheek. He felt 
awkward doing that, he was more comfortable not showing emotion. Connie 
realized how emotional he was when he'd cum watching her get screwed. She 
was patient and let him do it at his own pace. That's why it felt so good to 
get the light peck on the cheek from him. Then he closed the door and he and 
David put their arms around each other's shoulders as they followed the 
flashlight beam up the hill to their cabin. 

Ken said, "Thank you," and walked out. 

Andy locked the door. Connie was too tired to care. 

"You sleep here tonight, mama." 

"There's not enough room on the bed." 

"Yes, there is." 

He straightened out the bedding and put the covers back on. 

When Connie came out of the bathroom, Andy was in bed, naked. The room had 
been straightened up and looked not in the least like it had just hosted an 
orgy. Connie knew he wanted to fuck her again. Oh, God, she thought, I 
can't, I'm tired. But she didn't know that Andy was a good psychologist, a 
natural trait enhanced by years of working with children. The minute she sat 
down on the bed, he turned out the light. She lay down. Andy propped himself 
up on an elbow, kissed her, pulled the blankets to her chin and scooted 
under himself, turned on his side and slept. 

Connie was asleep in three breaths and didn't stir a muscle all night. 

The next morning Andy fucked her before breakfast. 

"You're a good sport, Connie, and I'll see to it you. get all the time you 
want to enjoy yourself this summer." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The first contingent of the summer arrived with ten counselors from the 
sponsoring organizations. They were all young men, mostly college students. 
The boys themselves were noisier than Connie expected. City kids just were. 
They were also less well behaved than children she was used to, but it was a 
thrill to see them denuding bushes and low tree branches, yelling as they 
discovered an ant hill or a caterpillar. By the end of the first day, she'd 
treated fifteen cases of poison ivy. 

As the days went by, she was surprised to discover that baseball, a game she 
detested, was the most popular activity. Its team nature, however, worked to 
her advantage. By the end of the week David came to her and said a rather 
attractive youngster of sixteen was just what she wanted, and the kid had 
confided in David that he'd like "to sink his dick in the blonde pussy." 

David sent the youngster to her when the others went to the field for the 
afternoon games. She quickly changed into the lowest cut dress she had. 

The boy came in. He said he'd been told to report for an examination because 
he'd had a bad sneezing attack that morning. Connie told him he needed some 
medicine she had in her cabin. She told the nurse she was going to the 
baseball game and left. The boy met her on the path to her cabin and, once 
inside, she dropped something, bent over slowly, and at the best angles for 
his viewing pleasure, put her hand on his leg to help herself back up. He 
reached down to help her up and she maneuvered it so he touched her breast. 

She stood unusually close to him, made some comment about what a sturdy big 
boy he was, how alone they were and a few such overly-subtle hints, and the 
savvy kid had his hands on her. He wasn't too good at sex, but she enjoyed 
the smooth lines of his body and the quick way he moved. He was slow to cum 
and she liked that a lot. He asked if he could stop by again. She said she'd 
try to make time next Thursday afternoon. 

That night she asked Andy what to do about repeat visits. Andy said it 
wasn't a good idea unless she couldn't help herself, and made some remark 
about killing the goose that laid the golden egg. He said he'd come by her 
cabin on some pretext on Thursday afternoon, be surprised to discover the 
kid there, and scare him so much he'd cool down. Andy figured the less 
routine her capers were, the better. Kids, he said, talked. Connie knew it 
was true. That's how she'd gotten in bed with Paco and Rodney. Then Andy 
told her to be at his cabin at 10:30 that night. 

When she arrived one of the counselors was there. He was a black, 
unattractive of features, with a goatee. He was stockily built and had 
earned a reputation for being the best swimmer at the camp. 

The three of them had a drink. Connie guessed what was up but Andy was 
playing it cool and alluded to nothing. Connie complimented the boy, Bob, on 
his swimming. 

"You ought to see my breast stroke," he said with a twinkle. 

Andy excused himself and went to the bathroom. 

Connie put a record on the phonograph, the youth asked her if she would like 
to dance, and by the time Andy got out of the bath, Bob's hand had gone all 
over her body. Andy said he wanted to check the cabins. He took the 
flashlight off the bureau and went out the door. By the time he got back, 
Connie had been fucked twice. 

Between groups, they had no rest period. One group left in the morning and 
another group arrived after lunch. It was this luncheon that was their only 
time to relax. Ken usually cooked it and he tried to make it something 
special. This time it just happened to fall on Connie's birthday. After the 
meal Ken brought in a birthday cake. It was Ivan's contribution. It was 
seven layers, shaped like a boy with the name of the camp on the figure's 
T-shirt. The frosting was five different colors and it was flavored with 
rum. Connie was surprised and touched. It was the first birthday cake she'd 
had since she left her family. This momentarily brought to mind the loss of 
Chris and she grew sad. Andy, perceptive as always, assumed it was because 
she was a year older and he promptly cut the cake. He took a sizeable chunk 
out of the crotch section of the figure and passed it to Connie. David and 
Mogumba laughed, and so did all the others. Connie caught Andy's wink and 
she too laughed. It was the best birthday she ever had. 

The second attachment of summer campers were much younger, nine to thirteen. 
Connie found no one to seduce, and she grew quite grumpy. One night David 
and Mogumba took her for a canoe ride to a deserted island in the lake and 
fucked her till dawn. 

Connie appreciated the efforts of the two young men of whom she'd grown 
quite fond, but she was beginning to think she'd made a bad bargain. Her 
thoughts were constantly filled with the images of the youngsters. One 
particularly attractive teenager she'd seen standing on a rock with the 
sunlight reflected off his hair, another smiling in the lunch line, a third 
coming out of the lake dripping wet. 

All these images haunted her. Her obsession was growing. She wanted 
desperately to feel the smooth soft skin of a youngster. David and Mogumba 
were too sophisticated for her. It was the naivete of the hairless young 
guys that attracted her, their quick smiles, their honesty, their 
straightforwardness and their enthusiasm. 

Energy was a big part of it, too. 

The camp had a gymnasium, an open-air affair, with weights and parallel bars 
and rings under a wooden roof. Since most of the activities were group 
things, the gym was seldom used. One afternoon when she had nothing to do, 
she strolled past the gym building. She was wearing shorts and a shirt tied 
at the middle with a bit of bare stomach showing, a fashion popular with 
very young girls but not usually worn by women her age. Connie retained the 
pleasantly flat stomach of the younger girls. It was simple exercise that 
did it for her. 

She was surprised to see someone in the gym. It was a scrawny kid she had 
noticed but not thought much about. He was straining under a barbell. The 
weight he was trying to lift was much too much for him and, as she watched, 
he struggled to raise the weight above his head. He got it to the height of 
his chest and manfully strained to raise it higher. Connie saw his face turn 
red and his knees buckle, his arms still strained to hoist the heavy bar and 
weights. As she stopped and stared, his whole body began to shake and his 
hair shook with the tension of his efforts. She wanted to tell him to stop, 
it was too much for him, but she was afraid it would hurt his ego. He 
obviously was there by himself because he was self-conscious about his puny 
size. 

As she looked on he let out a sound which was half cry and half plea. The 
heavy bar with its weighty contents slipped down to his shoulder, causing 
him to crumble and fall to the ground with the barbell across his chest. 
Still Connie thought she shouldn't interfere, but when he was unable to 
remove the weight from his chest, she rushed forward. He was in a state of 
panic, squirming and struggling to get free of the pressure. She was 
instantly on her knees, trying to raise the heavy bar. She couldn't get it 
up. His eyes were terror struck and he couldn't breathe. Connie rolled the 
bar off his chest until he could breathe. 

"Take it easy, it's off now." 

She crawled the length of his body, rolling the bar down his legs. She 
turned around and, with her impressive boobs hanging in front of the child's 
face, felt his ribs to see if any were broken. 

"Does that hurt?" 

"No." 

"How about here?" 

"No." 

"Good. It didn't crush any bones. How about your arms?" 

He wiggled his fingers and moved his arms. 

"Okay, just lie quiet." 

She ran her hand over his head to see if it had been injured. His hair was 
soft as a baby's. His big eyes looked up at her with a great deal of trust 
and some fear. 

"You're all right, you don't need to worry. But stay still and get your wind 
back." 

"You won't tell anybody, will you?" 

"That you were using the gym without an instructor, you know that's against 
the rules. If I hadn't been passing by you might have really injured 
yourself. You could still be under that barbell with your ribs crushed." 

The lad winced at the thought of the weight on his chest. 

"Can you sit up?" 

He propped himself up on his arms. 

"Good. Now just stay that way for a moment. You don't want to get to your 
feet too soon." 

Out of affection more than anything else, Connie lifted a lock of hair off 
his eyes and smiled at him. 

"That was a. very dangerous thing to do. I hope you learned a valuable 
lesson. Rules are there for a reason. What would your father and mother say 
if Mr. Jackson had to call them and tell them you were in the hospital 
because you disobeyed the rules?" 

"My parents're traveling in Europe. That's why I'm here." 

"The point I'm trying to make is that Mr. Jackson and all of us are 
responsible for your safety, but to keep you healthy, you have to 
cooperate." 

"You won't tell on me, will you?" 

"I'm afraid I have to. Look what happened." 

"Will the other guys know?" His eyes were pleading in earnest. Connie 
couldn't understand why their knowledge of the event could be so important. 

"Please, please don't let them find out. I won't do it again, honest, I 
won't. Promise. Never again." 

"What's so important that you came up here by yourself and took the risk you 
did?" 

"You won't tell?" 

"If it's something Mr. Jackson should know about, I'll have to tell him." 

"No, it isn't, honest. It hasn't got anything to do with anybody but me. If 
I tell you, will you promise to keep it a secret, please?" 

"If I can, I will. What is it?" 

He looked at the ground, thought for a minute, then looked at her. "See, the 
guys kid me 'cuz I'm so small. They tease me, you know? They aren't mean or 
anything. They don't beat me up, but they laugh at me. They do things like 
lift up their bunks and dare me to. It's too heavy for me and I get 
embarrassed. They laugh and I feel bad, so I thought if I came up here and 
built up some muscles, they wouldn't laugh at me any more." 

"Is what they think or say so important to you? Can't you just laugh it off? 
You know at your age-how old are you?" 

"Fifteen." 

"Well, at fifteen you're likely to grow quite a few more inches in the next 
couple of years. Remember the talk Mr. Grey gave on growth? Some boys grow 
early, some later. You're in the age when that's happening. You'll probably 
grow six inches in one year and put on all kinds of weight and be a big 
strong man. Are you healthy?" 

"I don't get sick very much. Last winter I only had one cold." 

"See? You have a very good constitution. A lot of big boys, even men, don't 
have that. You're very lucky. Don't try to rush your growing too much, 
you'll come along." 

"But all my classmates are bigger than I am. They nicknamed me the 'runt.' " 
He cast his eyes down again, embarrassed. 

Connie put her hand under his chin and raised his face. "Repeat after me: 
I'm going to grow up strong and healthy." 

"I'm going to grow up strong and healthy." 

"That's the boy. Why, I bet you're growing already. Do you have any hair 
under your arms?" 

His face broke into a smile. "Just this summer I've been getting some." 

"See! You're just about to turn into a giant. You'll be shaving soon. Do you 
have hair any place else?" 

She thought maybe that was a little too forward, but the phrase was out 
before she could check it. His face turned red. 

Sheepishly he answered in a weak voice, "A little." 

"Well, what more evidence do you need? Your voice'll change, you'll shoot up 
like a weed, the girls will be mad for you and all the boys will envy you." 

He smiled at that. 

She pressed her advantage. "And I'm sure you'll be the sexiest young man in 
your school. The girls will fall at your feet. You know, girls like boys 
who're sturdy and strong and very gentle. Do you think you're gentle with 
girls?" 

"I don't know, I never go on dates." 

"Oh, but you must. It's very important to your development. You've never 
been on one?" 

"No." 

"Do you want to go on one?" 

"Sure." 

"What would you do if you were on one? Where would you go, do you suppose?" 

"Wherever she wanted to, I guess." 

"That's very considerate. What would you say?" 

"I don't know." 

"Why are you so unsure?" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I ... I'm bashful." 

"There's no need to be bashful." 

"But I can't talk to girls, I get all flustered." 

"You're talking to me." 

"That's different, you're a grown-up." 

"Yes, but I'm a female. Grown-up females like the same things girls your age 
do. We like to go out and have fun too." 

"But grown-up ladies wouldn't want to go out with kids." 

Connie smiled to herself. "That would depend on the kid. Let's pretend 
you're on a date with me, right here. You called for me at my cabin. Where 
would you like to go?" 

He thought it was a game, so he found it easy to do. "I'd like to show you 
the cliff. It's beautiful, You can't see a house or a road or anything, just 
miles and miles of trees and the lake." 

"Well, I'd like that very much." 

"You would?" he said as his eyes lit up. 

"You've asked me for a date and I've accepted, and now you have to take me 
on it. Shall we go?" 

He grinned ear to ear and bounced to his feet. For the first time Connie saw 
the muscles in his legs. He had very good carriage and was quite nice 
looking. He offered her his hand to help her up. She was surprised how 
strong he was. When she was on her feet she discovered his face was at the 
same level as her breasts. The shirt she was wearing tied at the waist was 
more like a halter than a shirt, and much of her flesh was exposed. Her 
midriff heaved with her breathing and the young boy fixed his eyes on it. 
Her breasts were moving with her breathing and he shifted his eyes to see 
her full tits move. 

"Shall we go?" 

He mockingly offered her his arm and bowed. "M'lady." 

As she took his arm, she looked down at him and asked, "What's the name of 
my gallant-escort?" 

"Bruce." 

The irony of it exploded in Connie's mind. So his name was Bruce, too. She 
remembered the night she spent in the Holiday Inn with the handsome young 
man from the school. Would this experience turn into a three-fuck night? 

Connie and the little boy walked hand in hand up the mountain and through 
the trees. The path was a well-used one, every group of summer campers went 
up to the cliff for the view and one of the counselors told the history of 
the local Indians when they got there. It was a highlight of the summer. 
She'd been here twice already, but this time she was not with the whole 
camp, just Bruce. As they walked along, Connie got more and more determined 
to seduce the youngster. He was healthy, attractive, young and in a state to 
be disposed to her seduction. She made up her mind to fuck him. 

When they reached the cliff it was even more beautiful than she remembered 
it. The clouds drifted by so close it seemed one could touch them. The 
breeze was soft and warm. Her bare legs were not the least bit cold. After 
gazing at the panorama for several minutes, they sat down and talked. During 
their conversation Connie got on to the subject of sex and made the boy tell 
her his ideas on the subject. It turns out he didn't have any but he was 
anxious to learn. She began to show him how to kiss a girl. She showed him 
how to put his arms around a girl. By getting him to sit down on the soft 
grass away from the edge and recline, she showed him how to embrace a girl. 
Her next instruction was how to maneuver his hands into her shirt and cup 
her breasts. 

At the first touch of his young hand, she was electrified by the feel. All 
the heat and excitement and drive of young men were embodied in his hand on 
her tit. She untied her blouse and gave him free rein with her beauties. His 
fingers covered every part and his lips did the same. She wantonly spread 
her legs and begged the excited youngster to take her shorts off her hips. 
He was reluctant but she encouraged him with a promise of the delights she'd 
show him. Her pussy was so hot she couldn't think clearly. He was giving her 
the equivalent of an erection. 

His young hands tugged the shorts off her wide hips and down her smooth 
legs. She'd taken to not wearing panties so she could excite the boys more. 
She was shameless, she knew, but her head was so fixed on being fucked by 
them she couldn't help herself. These boys were like being in heaven to her. 
Each night she tossed and turned. One night she walked alone without a 
flashlight in the insane hope she would meet one on the trail. She didn't, 
and that night out of desperation, she'd gone to Andy's cabin in hopes he'd 
substitute for one of the children. She could hear him snoring as she 
approached and she knew it was no use, so she'd fingered herself all night 
long. It wasn't the first night of the summer she'd done that. 

She asked Bruce if she could undress him. He was reluctant. Connie began to 
lose patience. He was reluctant about everything. She insisted. He didn't 
know what to do, so he obeyed. When he was naked she invited him down on top 
of her. His body was smooth and hairless, just the way she liked them. His 
dick was a wee thing, but she knew in a matter of months it would grow. She 
thought this experience will probably make it grow overnight and he'd have 
her to thank. 

As she began to explain where to put his fingers and how to move them, what 
to look and feel for, the adolescent grew more relaxed. His organ hardened 
and became as stiff as only a really young man's cock can. He lost his 
inhibitions and became eager for more of her flesh and more knowledge. By 
the time he'd eaten her clit with his young lips, she was the one who was 
reluctant, he was going much too fast. He was anxious to insert his dick. 
She tried to restrain him, he'd have none of it for he'd realized she was 
out to get what she wanted and it had suddenly become what he wanted too. In 
fact his mounting heat made him want it more than she did. He was determined 
and pinned her shoulders. 

"No, no, Bruce, you're going too fast." 

"You want it, I know you do. And now I get to give it to you. I bet you only 
came to this camp to get fucked. I bet that's it." 

She was angry with the little brat for seeing through her, not allowing 
herself to think she'd made it blatantly clear to him he was correct. 

"Come on, whore, get fucked!" 

She was astonished at his remark, but instead of getting angry she opened 
her legs to the young boy and let him put his dick in her. He moved 
tentatively, then with more authority and finally was wiggling on her in an 
exciting fashion. "Am I doing it right?" 

"Move back and forward." 

"Like this?" 

"Great." 

For the next several minutes, the young boy gave her his cherry. 

When it was over, she stretched and congratulated him. Rather abruptly he 
suggested he do it again. She quickly got to her feet and dressed. She 
talked about something else. He put his arms around her. She pushed them 
off. He clasped her harder. She stamped on his foot and pushed him away. 
With angry words, he began calling her names that were perfectly true, if 
obscene. 

When he again called her a whore, her own guilt motivated her to slap him. 
They locked arms and bodies. They tussled. She gave him a mighty shove and 
sent him flat on his back. In doing so she moved backward, lost her footing, 
and landed on the ground. She was a little dazed and put her hand to her 
head as she got to her feet. The quick movements, the effect of his 
strenuous youthful fucking and the altitude as she rose to her feet, not 
seeing too clearly, and took a few stunned steps in the wrong direction and 
placed her weight on a piece of rock. The rock shifted, throwing her off 
balance, and she had to quickly move her legs to keep from falling. Bruce 
watched her teetering with growing fear. His hand went to his open mouth as 
she planted her foot firmly on an outcropping of the cliff which was not 
sturdy enough to support the sudden thrust and crumbled under her. She lost 
her balance and fell on still more insecure cliff edge. The rocks cracked 
and crumbled. Her weight was not supported and her body disappeared from his 
view, over the cliff. 

Bruce stood transfixed. He began to shake. My God! She fell over! 

When an idea formed in his head, he ran to the camp. He went straight to 
Andy's office. He was breathless and Andy gave him a shot of brandy to calm 
him down. He told the truth, leaving out the fact that they had been 
fucking. Andy's mind was working a mile a minute. The psychological effect 
of the events on the young boy, the publicity, the legal ramifications, the 
possibility of even other clandestine encounters coming out. The publicity 
of the Watergate ramifications weren't lost on him and he knew he had to do 
something to quiet it all down, but the immediate thing was to take care of 
the boy. He questioned him sternly. 

"You're out of breath but you look like you've been having sex. Have you 
been fucking with her?" 

Bruce was too scared to lie. 

"Yes. We did. She wanted me to do it again but I didn't want to and we 
pushed each other. She fell and when she got up, she twisted her ankle and 
anded near the edge. The rock crumbled and she went over." He burst into 
tears. 

"All right, all right, man. Get hold of yourself. You're doing fine. Take me 
to the place." 

All the way up the mountain, Andy was trying to think of what to do. First 
of all we must make sure there was no evidence of the boy being there. When 
they got to the site there was no evidence of anybody, except dozens of boys 
trampling the grass week after week. The boy wouldn't go near the edge. Andy 
peered over. Where she landed was not visible. Just as well. He then 
questioned Bruce extensively about what she was wearing and what he had on. 
He said he had nothing, not even a button missing. 

They went back to camp. Andy cautioned him to keep quiet. Bruce didn't need 
to be cautioned. He was scared. To relieve him from possible prying by the 
other boys, Andy put him in the infirmary for observation for his straining 
in the gym, then he called the state police to notify them one of his staff 
was missing. 

Andy had a long talk with Bruce. He appealed to the boy's sense of honor to 
keep quiet. 

"She had a family. How would they feel knowing she is not only dead, but 
died trying to seduce you? It would make them more than sad. The kindest 
thing we can do for her is to keep quiet. I think you're man enough to do 
that." 

The psychology worked. 

The police arrived and questioned the staff. Everyone answered honestly that 
the last time they'd seen Connie was at lunch. After examining her car, the 
police began talking of dragging the lake. Andy said no boats were missing. 
The police were persuaded to stay for dinner and speak to the campers about 
safety in the woods. The boys didn't think too much about Connie's not being 
at dinner. Right after dinner Andy joined Bruce in the infirmary and 
informed him of the non-developments. Both of them felt better. 

At midnight the police said they'd better organize a search party. 
Helicopters were used, blood hounds, forest rangers, and all the resources 
the remote county could muster. 

At noon the next day, Connie was spotted on an outcropping of rock partway 
down the cliff. A rescue team was lowered with a wire basket-like stretcher. 
They strapped Connie in it and lowered her all the way down the cliff where 
it was easier to get a Jeep in and took her to the local hospital, suffering 
a broken arm, lacerations, concussion, exposure and shock. She said she'd 
gone to the cliff alone, the rock gave way beneath her and she fell over but 
was luckily saved by the outcropping. No mention was made of Bruce. 

Andy and Connie agreed there was no point in returning to Dowango; the 
summer was almost over. She flew home and Mogumba drove her car back when 
the camp closed for the summer. 

He arrived with the car while the cleaner's delivery boy was fucking her in 
the bedroom. Her arm was still in a cast. Mogumba let her talk him into 
staying overnight. When he put his hand inside her robe and played with her 
nipple, the Greek boy's eyes popped open. Seeing the black hand on her white 
flesh raised his temperature and his cock. The three of them had a ball. 

Connie took up charity work with boys' clubs, craft centers, athletic 
associations, vocational-training projects, and anything else that would put 
her in contact with young men. Within two years she was regularly 
accommodating all the boycock in her world. 


THE END
