Mama For The Summer
by Ramona Becker
(RX-382)


FOREWORD 

Ramona Becker lives at a place much like Dunkin's Landing. When she tells 
you of the sweet little boys, and the joys of caressing and tutoring same, 
you can take our word for it that whatever she says, she knows to be very 
much like the way it is. 

Little wonder that, for her first book for Surrey House, Inc., Mrs. Becker 
turned to what she knows best for inspiration ... to horny little boys just 
burgeoning with sex and enough depraved thoughts to last any child-lover 
most of the summer. 

Dunkin's Landing is a summer camp for little boys, and Martha Dunkin is the 
lucky lady with all the lads. She has a husband, of course, but they haven't 
gotten together in the sack for quite some time; he's usually too busy 
chasing one of his foxy customers from his part-time real estate business. 

But that's all right by Martha, it just leaves her that much more time for 
the little darlings' danglers ... and she gropes one after the other until 
she selects the right one for the moment ... then it's off and running to 
her cabin and her much-used, sex-scented bed. 

Follow along with Martha and her irresistible compulsion to fondle little 
boy flesh. Decide for yourself if it's just a common occurrence or a driving 
force that Martha has to bring under control before real disaster falls upon 
her ... or her many little lovers. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Martha Dunkin fingered her cunt as she finished making the bunk beds in the 
dormitory. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Everything was 
finished and ready for the forthcoming summer campers at Dunkin's Landing, 
which accommodated twenty to thirty boys ranging in age from nine to 
fifteen. 

Martha and her husband George had bought the camp over two years earlier 
and, along with George's part-time work in real estate, things were 
prospering. Martha sighed to herself. Over the past year, she had become 
bored with the same routine every summer. Especially this summer. She no 
longer looked forward to the smiling, laughing children who poured down on 
them the first week of every July. It had steadily become worse as the 
months fled by. Martha and George Dunkin, both in their late forties, had 
reached a point of sheer boredom with each other. As the trite old saying 
goes, "The thrill has gone." 

Lately, Martha had been experiencing a terrific sexual need, something that 
had vanished out of her life over five years ago. Out of the blue, she was 
finding herself dreaming about innocent young boys with hard cocks that 
would plunge into the fiery cunt cavern between her legs. It's ridiculous, 
she thought. I'm acting like an immature school girl. I shouldn't be 
thinking these thoughts, but I am. Each day it's getting worse. I just can't 
keep my mind off young boys. Even now, sitting on the edge of the bunk bed, 
her cunt juices were beginning to flow and a fiery itch was spreading 
throughout her loins. I've just got to have a big hot prick in my pussy, she 
thought. 

Martha's hand flew to her burning face. Imagine! At my age, thinking those 
dirty thoughts and saying those utterly filthy, exciting words. But it was 
true. Martha did need cock. Any cock, at this point. Even George's, but 
Martha knew only too well that George was beyond dreaming of her hot pussy, 
or anyone else's for that matter. She doubted if he could even get aroused. 

Martha leaned back against the pillow and closed her eyes. Visions of young 
boys flitted across her mind. All naked, with stiff, standing pricks that 
were beckoning for her to come fondle them. 

"Oh," moaned Martha, as the exciting visions began to arouse her frustrated 
pussy. She reached under her dress and began to rub her frothing cunt. 
"Urn," she moaned. "It feels so good." Martha visualized Carl standing 
before her. A handsome, dark-haired youth of about fifteen, who had been at 
their camp the summer before. Naked, golden, and lovingly stroking the stiff 
piece of boyfuck meat protruding from the front of his body. 

"Martha," he cooed. "How does this big cock of mine look to you? Wouldn't 
you like me to stick it between your legs and bury it to the hilt in your 
hot cunt?" 

"Oh, yes," Martha visualized herself saying to the handsome dark-haired 
youth. "Yes, hurry, put it in my pussy, now!" 

Martha slipped her hand beneath her plain cotton panties and inserted her 
middle finger deep into the burning slot between her legs. The handsome 
youth had penetrated her hot palpitating cunt and was driving his prick in 
faster and faster. 

"Oh, oh," she cried, her moans of pleasure echoing in the deserted 
dormitory. "Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me. Make me cum all over your big hot 
prick!" 

Martha's finger whipped faster and faster. She could fell the sweet thrill 
of yesteryear approaching. Oh, God, it had been so long since she had 
reached a fiery climax, and she was well on her way. Her imaginary boy lover 
pistoning his youthful joy stick deep in her aging cunt. 

Martha began to squeeze and pinch the nipple on her large breast. She could 
feel it stiffen and burn under her touch. The handsome youth pounded his 
prick faster and faster into Martha's cunt and she responded to his fiery 
passion. 

"Martha, Martha," he moaned. "I'm going to cum now. My prick's going to 
shoot hot loads of sticky cum right into your dripping snatch." 

"Oh, yes, yes, darling," moaned Martha. She could feel her own burning 
passion getting ready to explode deep, deep inside her. 

"Uh, yes, I'm cumming, too," she cried. "Oh, oohh, God!" Martha screamed as 
her boy lover sprayed his hot jism into her climaxing vagina. She could feel 
it contracting and squeezing the hot lava out of his balls and sucking it 
deep inside her. Fiery lightning whipped through her pussy, sending Martha 
into a state of delirium. It was good, so good. She closed her eyes and felt 
the sweet after-joys of her climax. After a few minutes, she opened her 
eyes. Back to reality, she thought. No dark-haired little boy with a big 
dick to gently caress her and tell her how wonderful it had been. 

Martha sighed and stifled a sob. She began to think that it would be better 
if she just told George she was going away. 

She could not face the smiling youths that all the summers before had 
treated her like their mother. She didn't at all feel like anyone's mother. 
She wanted to be someone's whore, or mistress. Spending endless days and 
hours making love and seeking the pleasure she so craved. 

Martha rose from her imaginary nest of love, smoothed down the covers once 
more, and walked out of the dormitory toward their small cottage situated a 
short way down from the dormitory. 

Martha glanced at the cool blue lake, the sunlight dancing across it like 
sparkling diamonds. Dunkin's Landing was a beautiful retreat, but not for 
screaming children to retreat to for two months while their parents breathed 
a sigh of relief at seeing them go. This place should be for lovers, or 
perhaps a nudist colony, where days and nights could be spent making 
passionate, endless love. Martha sighed. It was silly to think about it 
being anything other than what it was. She and George were trapped there. 
Within twenty-four hours, the screaming brats would be arriving, turning 
Martha's lovely dream of paradise into a haven for spoiled children. 

Martha entered the cottage and looked around for her husband. "George," she 
called. "Where are you, dear?" 

George Dunkin, fat, middle aged and graying, swaggered into the living room. 
"I'm right here, Martha," he said. "What's all the yelling about?" 

"Nothing, dear," replied Martha. "I just wanted you to help me get the 
fishing gear ready. I've finished making up the beds in the dormitory." 

"Oh, of course, dear," said George. Always in his polite, mundane tone. It 
was beginning to drive Martha crazy. For once, she would like to hear him 
yell, even curse. She wondered if a dirty thought had ever entered his mind. 
I'd like to hear him say fuck, just once! she thought. 

They began to get the fishing gear ready and, several hours later, 
everything was neatly stacked and waiting in the tool shed. 

"There now, dear," mumbled George. "All finished. Now we can relax and watch 
a little TV. How does that sound?" 

Oh, wonderful, thought Martha. Just what I've been dreaming about all day. 
Why doesn't he tell me that we 're going to spend the rest of the day 
fucking! 

"Oh ... a ... that's fine, dear," she mumbled. 

Martha and George spent the evening watching TV until it was time to retire. 
Martha put down her knitting and switched off the TV set. 

"Ready for bed, dear?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, Martha," George said in his usual passive manner. He had been 
hardly watching TV all evening. His thoughts had drifted back to an incident 
that happened earlier that morning at the real estate agency where he worked 
part time. 

George was seated behind his large mahogany desk, shuffling through the days 
listings. The front door opened and he looked up to see who was there. His 
breath caught in his throat. Through the doorway walked a tall, lanky blonde 
of about twenty. She was wearing a low-cut, ruffled blue dress that hardly 
covered the enormous tits that were threatening to bounce out of their 
skimpy confinement. Her skirt was so short George just knew that, if she 
moved the slightest, he might be able to catch a glimpse of her panties. He 
felt a bulge growing rapidly between his legs. It would be impossible to 
stand up and greet the girl, for she would see his protruding hard-on and he 
didn't want to frighten off a potential client. He smiled and whispered a 
polite good morning. 

"Hi," the blonde said. "I'm Cindy Potter." A flash of even white teeth and 
dimples made George's hard-on even stiffer. Her low, throaty greeting sent 
chills through his body. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He felt 
stupid and dull and did his best to appear rational. 

"Won't you sit down?" he mumbled shyly. 

"Thank you ... ah, Mr. Dunkin," replied the sexy blonde, glancing at the 
name plate on the front of George's desk. "My husband's just been 
transferred here and we want to buy a house. Unfortunately he's in the 
service and will be on tour for two months. I'll be left alone until he gets 
back. I saw this agency while driving into town and decided to come in and 
see if someone could help me." 

"Oh, certainly, Mrs. Potter," said George, gleefully. "I'd be more than 
happy to find you a lovely house. We have several good listings that just 
came in this morning. Now, if you'll just fill out these papers and tell me 
exactly what kind of house you're looking for, we can get the ball rolling." 

Cindy Potter crossed her legs and, in doing so, her skirt rode up a little 
higher, revealing her white-pantied crotch to George's excited view. Oh my, 
he thought. I'd give anything to be able to put my hand right up her dress 
and squeeze that darling little pussy of hers. What's the matter with you, 
you old fool? George was fighting a losing battle with himself. The 
throbbing hard-on between his stubby legs kept his thoughts turned to the 
exciting young lass seated before him. He knew it was ridiculous to even 
think such things. After all, he was old enough to be her father. 

What must she think of him? Sitting there behind his desk, drooling over her 
luscious body. 

He didn't want to lose her as a client. 

Several months before he had decided to leave Martha, to get away and do 
something about his constantly hard prick. He neededthe commission badly and 
Dunkin's Landing was getting on her nerves. He just couldn't stand another 
summer of pampering spoiled brats. He almost had enough money saved up. The 
commission he made at the agency, plus the money from the camp, would be 
sufficient for him to take off. Time was wasting and he couldn't take much 
more of Martha's dull, sexless personality. He forced his mind back to the 
work at hand and the overly sexy creature who was resting her voluptuous 
breasts on top of George's desk, filling out some routine papers. 

George sighed. If only she were there with him instead of dull old Martha 
with her flabby tits and big ass. He definitely wouldn't be sitting there 
all evening watching TV. He'd be doing something about the constant aching 
in his balls and the stiff erection that was tenting out his bathrobe. He 
crossed his legs in an attempt to conceal the ludicrous bulge from Martha's 
view. If she saw it, she would probably laugh in his face and call him a 
silly old goat. No, he would definitely save his more than amply sized prick 
for that hot little number he met earlier in the day. After all, she did 
hint that her husband would be away for a while. 

Perhaps he read something in her statement that really wasn't there, but 
George was determined to find out one way or the other. Somehow, although he 
wasn't quite sure how, he was going to fuck that sexy little blonde. He 
would fuck her till she begged for mercy! 

"Shall I turn out the light now, dear?" cooed Martha. 

"Oh, yes, dear," mumbled George. Yes, turn out the fucking light and let's 
get the night over with. Tomorrow'll be a bright new day, the day I start 
making plans to seduce the lovely Mrs. Potter. 

George awoke early in the morning. He had a lot to do before the screaming 
children started to arrive. He had made plans to meet Cindy Potter at the 
agency and take her over to see the Bradley place, not too far down the road 
from Dunkin's Landing. If he played his cards right, perhaps there would be 
no need for him to leave town. If he could make some kind of arrangement 
with Cindy Potter occasionally to relieve him of his monstrous hard-ons, 
life wouldn't be so boring at Dunkin's Landing. 

George scurried into the bathroom, the front of his pajamas lewdly tenting 
out. He had a stiff erection as usual and didn't want to rouse the snoring 
Martha, who might laugh. George closed the bathroom door and locked it 
securely. He shucked off his pajamas, turned on the shower, and stepped in. 
Droplets of hot water began to beat down on his body, down on his mammoth 
erection. Shit! I can't go to the office like this. If I don't do something 
about it, the damn thing'll be sticking out all day. It was getting worse 
for poor old George. Once he got it up, unless he relieved himself, his dick 
stayed up, no matter how long he waited. His prick just stayed big and hard 
and refused to return to its regular size. George was beginning to think his 
cock had a mind of its own, and was deliberately staying hard, forcing 
George to make a decision. Well, maybe it was a good thing, for he decided 
to do something about his monstrous aching dick. He began humming as he 
scrubbed his body clean. He soaped up a rich lather under and over his 
tightly drawn testes. They were already swollen and tingly. With a few 
strokes of his old faithful hand, he would be able to shoot a hot load of 
cum and pacify his disobedient cock. 

He soaped the length of his bobbing prick and gave it a few short strokes. 
Yeah, that feels good. Shit! Wish it was being rubbed by that sexy little 
cunt Cindy. Well soon, ole boy. Soon you'll be sticking your angry red head 
in her hot pussy. George reached for a washcloth and held it under the hot 
water. When it was soaked, he slapped it around his throbbing member. 

"Ohhhh, yeah. Fucking good," he sighed. 

"Feels like a nice hot cunt!" George soaped the washcloth until it was slick 
and greasy and began to run it over the length of his cock. George's 
eight-inch prick responded immediately. He could feel the head begin to 
swell as well as his hairy testes that had tightly drawn up inside their 
sac, getting ready to release a torrent of white creamy foam into the 
simulated pussy George had created with the washcloth. George whipped it 
faster and faster over his palpitating rod, bringing it to full rigidity. 
His balls began to tingle maddeningly and, within a second, a fiery bolt of 
lightning shot out of them and whipped its way along the length of his cock, 
shooting bolts of heat to the tip and releasing a torrent of sticky cum into 
the soapy washcloth.. 

"Ug, uuhhh, God!" moaned George in ecstasy. It had been an unusually good 
cum, perhaps because he had visions of the lovely Cindy's big tits before 
his burning eyes. 

Pretty soon they won't be just a vision, he thought. Soon, I'll be kissing 
her lovely tits. May even lick and suck that hot clitty of hers. 

George, in all his years, had never dreamed of doing such a filthy, exciting 
thing to Martha. She had never even taken his cock into her mouth, the 
thought repelling both of them, but George had somehow changed and all 
systems were go from now on. He was going to experience everything, do 
everything. He was going to take advantage of every opportunity that came 
his eay. George was going to suck as many pussies as he could find. Make up 
for all the lost years he had spent with dull, puritanical old Martha. 

George sighed blissfully and patted his cock lovingly. Teel better now, ole 
boy?" he said and chuckled. He stepped out of the shower and dried off with 
a towel. Must go on a diet, he thought. Can't go around fucking pussy with 
all this fat hanging on me. We'll definitely have to do something about it. 

Martha was still sleeping soundly when George finished dressing and left the 
house. He was too excited about the day's events to wake up his wife, who 
might spoil the elation he was feeling at that point. He got in his car and 
headed for the agency. 

Martha rolled over as she heard the front door quietly close. She had been 
awake when George left, but she didn't want to talk to him that morning. She 
was too depressed and disgusted. Her pussy was aching desperately, craving a 
big, hot cock! Today, the children would be arriving, and Martha was not 
looking forward to their arrival. Nasty little brats, she thought. Another 
year of swimming, fishing, hiking, and the rest of the boring things kids 
love to do at summer camp. Martha closed her eyes and conjured up her 
dark-haired boy lover again. This time he had a friend with him, a tall 
blond Viking of about fourteen. Martha sighed. 

"Well, hello," she cooed to the young Viking. "What's your name?" 

"Erik," he replied. "And yours is Martha, right? My friend Carl has told me 
what a beautiful piece of ass you are, how good you are to fuck. So here I 
am. We're going to fuck you together. Right, Carl?" 

"Right." 

"Oh, how wonderful and utterly filthy," said Martha, as she visualized them 
undressing in front of her. Erik's prick was even bigger than Carl's, longer 
and fatter. "Oh, what a grand prick you have, Erik," she moaned. "I can't 
wait for you to stick it in my hot pussy. I've been waiting for you. I'm so 
terribly horny." 

"That's what we're here for, Martha," said Carl in his sexy, throaty voice. 
"We're going to do something extra nice to you today. We're going to suck on 
your hot little pussy." 

"Oh, how filthy, how exciting," hissed Martha. Her fingers caressing her hot 
cunt. "Look, see how hot I am." She stuck her finger deep into her frothy 
pussy and drew it out, all slick and creamy. Erik bent over, took her creamy 
finger into his mouth, and licked her cum from it. 

"Um," he moaned. "Good cunt juice, Martha. 

You taste good. Let me have some more." 

"Oh, yes," cooed Martha, pulling her nightgown up over her flabby tits. She 
splayed open her legs to accommodate the blond who was greedily licking his 
lips at the sight of her creaming cunt. 

"Hurry, Erik, hurry," moaned Martha. "Stick your tongue in my cunt." 

Erik obliged, and dipped his tongue into Martha's slick pussy. She was so 
hot that her cuntal juices were flowing heavily and soon Erik's face was 
covered with her hot cream. 

"Urn," he moaned, while chewing on her clitty. Martha was in heaven. She had 
never felt anything quite so good as this. What had she been missing all 
these years? What a fool I am, she thought. I love to have my pussy eaten. 
Erik dipped his tongue in and out of Martha's twat, licking and sucking up 
all her juice. 

Carl watched for a few minutes, his giant erection throbbing maddeningly. He 
moved over to the bed and positioned himself above Martha's head. "Look, 
Martha," he growled. "Suck my big, hot prick!" 

Martha looked up to see Carl's mammoth organ positioned above her face. She 
licked her lips and reached up with both her hands, grasping his 
uncircumcised cock tightly. "How beautiful it is," she cried, pulling back 
the foreskin to reveal the shiny pink head. A drop of pearly semen was 
already dripping off the tip and Martha snaked out her tongue and licked the 
sticky fluid into her mouth. "Um," she whimpered. "It tastes real good! I 
want some more, Carl. I'm going to suck your big prick till it squirts all 
its cum into my throat." Martha pulled his fuckpole into her tightly ovaled 
mouth. 

Carl pumped his prick in and out while Martha greedily sucked and licked on 
it. Erik's licking and tonguing of her cunt was driving her insane and she 
began to chew and draw Carl's pole into her mouth with the same frenzy. She 
had never sucked anyone's prick before, and it was good. Martha made up her 
mind that she would suck cock all the time, and have her pussy sucked, too. 
It was all so wonderful, so filthy and disgusting. Carl whipped his shaft in 
and out of Martha's mouth. Looking up into Carl's ass while she continued to 
suck, Martha noticed the tiny brown pucker of his anus. She felt an 
overpowering urge to suck it too. When Carl pulled back his reddening prick, 
Martha darted her tongue into the squinting eye of his asshole. 

"Aahhh," moaned Carl as Martha snaked her tongue around the tight opening. 
Oh, God! thought Martha. It tastes good. I'm going to stick my tongue all 
the way in, and she did. Carl felt Martha bury the tip of her tongue right 
into his asshole. 

"Oh, Martha," he moaned, "you've got your tongue clear up in my asshole. It 
feels great. Keep sucking me there." 

Martha pressed the anal opening with her fingers, trying to pry it open 
further so her hot probe could dig deeper inside his shit passage. Erik 
continued to lick and grate his tongue back and forth over Martha's creaming 
slit. He knew that if he continued to swab the juicy nub, she would cum in 
his mouth. It was wonderful to lick her pussy. His mammoth erection was 
straining and hot, and he knew that when Martha came in his mouth, he would 
shoot his cum too. Martha felt Carl's ass tightening and sensed he was close 
to popping his nuts. She could feel Erik's tongue licking and sucking faster 
and faster on her clit and in seconds she would feel a thunderous, burning 
climax. 

Moans began emitting from the three entwined lovers and each knew that their 
time had come. Erik sucked harder on Martha's erect nubbin and, with a 
piercing scream, Martha felt her climax sweeping over her. The fiery charge 
ripped and tore through her pussy, causing her toes to curl and her hips to 
buck and shake. Erik could feel her cunt throbbing on his tongue and it 
excited him so much that his prick began to swell and shoot hot fiery lava 
from the tip. 

Carl, hearing the delighted screams and moans of his two friends, also began 
to shoot his wad of boyfuck lava. The burning, tingling sensation ripped 
through his balls and climbed the length of his cock to shoot forth a 
torrent of pearly liquid into Martha's mouth. She felt Carl's balls 
tightening as well as his prick, and knew his climax was upon him also. She 
felt spurts of cum shoot into her mouth, hitting the roof of her palate. 

"Oh," she moaned at the unusual sensation of Carl cumming in her mouth. "I 
love the way you two make my body feel so good," she cooed to her imaginary 
lovers. 

"Did you like that, Martha?" asked Carl, caressing her breasts. 

"Oh, yes, darling, yes," she whispered, floating on a feathery cloud of 
elation. "But now I'd like to feel Erik's big prick buried in my cunt!" 

"I aim to please, mylady!" chortled Erik, grasping his still erect penis and 
stroking it lovingly before Martha's hungry eyes. "Carl, let's make a 
sandwich out of Martha, shall we?" 

"Great idea," said Carl. "Martha, have you ever been a sandwich before?" 

"Oh, dear, no. What's a sandwich? It sounds exciting and wicked," Martha 
said. However, she really didn't care. It sounded like something very 
exciting and Martha was willing and eager to try anything and everything at 
that stage of the game. 

"Lie down, Erik," said Carl. "Martha, get on top of Carl and then I'll get 
on top of you. That, my dear, is a sandwich!" 

"Oh, how exciting that sounds," Martha said, her pussy already beginning to 
prime itself for more action with her two young visions. Martha eased her 
hot pussy down on Erik's massive shaft. "Oh, oh," she moaned, in total 
rapture. It felt even better that way. Martha leaned forward over Erik, 
causing her big fat ass to be sticking right in Carl's face. 

"Um," moaned Carl. "What a nice round pink ass you have, Martha. Guess what 
I'm going to do with my hot piece of meat now?" 

Martha couldn't imagine what Carl had in mind. "I don't know," she said. 
"Just do it and surprise me!" 

Carl dipped his tongue into the brown nut of her asshole. He began to lick 
and tongue it faster and faster. 

"Oh, my God!" moaned Martha, engrossed in the unusual feeling of having a 
tongue licking her asshole. It felt delicious and she realized how Erik must 
have felt when she dipped her tongue into his ass. "Oh, Carl," moaned 
Martha. "That's wonderful, so dirty, so excitingly filthy! Do it to me more, 
more!" 

Carl licked and tongued her anal sphincter some more. He grasped his mammoth 
erection in one hand and placed the head against Martha's tightly puckered 
brown eye. He eased forward just a little, not wanting to hurt her since he 
knew it would be her first penetration there. Martha winced slightly. Erik 
thrust his prick into Martha several times, trying to take her mind off the 
intrusion of Carl's prick, slowly making its way into her asshole. Carl 
eased the head in a little at a time. Martha relaxed her tight sphincter 
muscles just long enough for Carl to thrust his dick all the way in. 

"Oh, aiiii," screamed Martha, as she felt the gigantic head of Carl's prick 
burying itself deep inside her bowels. "Oh, it hurts, Carl. I don't like it. 
Take it out!" 

"Just relax and be quiet for a moment," soothed Carl. Erik, too, subsided 
his fierceful thrusting into her cunt for the time being. When the pain 
finally had diminished, Martha began to enjoy the fullness of both her 
boyfuck passages. It was strangely thrilling and it was beginning to feel 
good, instead of hurting. 

"Oh, I'm going to cum," Martha said as she began to feel the passion surging 
to a triumphant end. 

"Me too," screamed Erik and Carl in unison. "We're all going to cum 
together. One fucking gigantic climax!" The boys pumped faster and harder, 
grunting like pigs in a rut, Martha following suit, then each was swept over 
the crest of infinity. The surging flame, shooting through balls, cocks and 
pussy, erupting torrents of hot sticky cum over their bodies. Screams of 
passion and joy echoed against the walls of the house, out the windows, and 
across the quiet, sparkling lake of Dunkin's Landing. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

George Dunkin whistled happily as he drove the short distance from his house 
to town. Visions of the lovely Cindy Potter kept popping before his eyes. 
His persistent cock was already at full erection. George began to think 
silly impossible things about Cindy. He smiled as he visualized her on the 
hood of his car, her naked body glowing in the morning sunlight. She was 
lying prone, her legs splayed far apart. George could look right up between 
her legs while he was driving and enjoy seeing the hot, pink meat of her 
frothing cunt. "Urn," he moaned and licked his lips. What a freaky thing to 
be dreaming about, but more visions of Cindy kept dancing before his eyes. 
Then she was gone from the hood of the car and seated next to him. Her head 
was buried in his lap and, with a great deal of slurping and sucking, the 
sexy blonde nymphy was going down on George's naughty cock while he was 
driving. 

"Oh, Mrs. Potter," moaned George. "You shouldn't be sucking on my prick that 
way. I'm driving. What if someone should see us?" 

"Who's going to see us, Georgie porgie?" cooed Cindy, momentarily halting 
her sucking of George's stiff dick. "Besides, who cares? I like to suck your 
big cock, and don't tell me you're not enjoying it as much as I am. I can 
tell by the look on your face that you love it. However, if you want me to 
stop...." 

"Oh ... no," stuttered George. "Please, continue doing it. I do love it. 
Your mouth feels so hot and good, and I also have visions of sucking on your 
creamy pussy, too. Then fucking you for hours and hours." 

"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "That sounds wonderful. Let's pull the car over 
and fuck right now!" 

George shivered at the thought. Oh, if only she were here right now. But 
soon I'll be fucking her hot snatch! I'll find a way! George pulled up in 
front of the agency. Several other cars were already there. Two he 
recognized as being those of fellow workers, but the third, he didn't. It 
must be Cindy's, he thought. Good! George turned off the motor and rushed 
into the agency. There she was, in all her magnificent glory. 

Cindy Potter was demurely seated in the lobby. Standing close by were 
George's two co-workers Gibson and Morgan. Those bastards, he thought. 
Standing there and drooling all over her. I can't blame them too much. God! 
she's beautiful. 

Cindy was wearing a blue halter that barely held in her tits, with matching 
blue hip-hugger pants. They were especially tight and George could see the 
crease of her pussy right through the material. So could Gibson and Morgan, 
for that matter. Cindy's hair was upswept and tied with a blue ribbon. She 
looked fresh and delicious. George had to stifle an impulse to rush over and 
throw her down on the floor and fuck her. 

Cindy rose as she noticed George enter the front door. 

"Oh, there you are, Mr. Dunkin," she said. "For a moment I thought you'd 
forgotten our appointment." 

"Oh, no," mumbled George politely. "I wouldn't think of doing anything like 
that. As a matter-of-fact, I've been looking forward to it." 

Gibson and Morgan rolled their eyes and snickered. Obvious to George, they 
both had the same thing in mind as he did. They were jealous because they 
missed out having her as their client. 

George smiled. She seemed glad to see him. Perhaps he was just imagining it. 

Cindy Potter wiggled over to George and put her arm through his. "Shall we 
go, Georgie porgie?" she cooed. 

Muffled coughs could be heard from Gibson and Morgan as George took Cindy's 
arm and walked out the front door. He felt ten feet tall and quite handsome. 
Just as simple a gesture as that had put Gibson and Morgan in their place. 
George knew they were jealous as hell! He felt wonderful. Everything was 
going to turn out just perfect for him. He could feel good vibrations in his 
bones. What a glorious day this is going to be, he thought. 

George drove slowly toward the old Bradley place with Cindy Potter sitting 
quietly by the other door. He wished the drive wasn't so short. He had to 
think, to find time to make plans on getting Cindy to go to bed with him. 
Well, I'll just let things ride and see how it turns out, he thought. He was 
sure the sexy little nymph liked him. Or perhaps he was just acting like the 
foolish old goat that he was. 

George pulled in the Bradley driveway. The house had been vacant for three 
months. Emma and Phil Bradley had once been their closest friends, until 
they pulled up stakes and left for greener pastures. 

"Well, here we are, Mrs. Potter," said George with much reluctance in his 
voice. He still hadn't figured out a way to approach the subject that was 
lying heavily on his disturbed mind. 

"Oh, it's lovely, Georgie," piped Cindy Potter gleefully. "It's just what 
I've been dreaming about." The house was quite lovely, low and rambling, 
with tall pines surrounding it and tons of rose bushes winding their way up 
the front walk. Emma Bradley had spent half her time in that rose garden, 
and it rewarded her with its beauty. "Look at all those beautiful roses. Oh, 
I just love them. I know I'm going to like this house very much. Let's go in 
and see what the rest looks like," she said and giggled. 

George turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door. He stepped 
aside and ushered the sexy blonde in before him. He eagerly watched her 
wiggle her cute little ass into the living room. Cindy's eyes swept around 
the spacious room. Along one wall, large windows allowed the bright morning 
sunlight to dance merrily through, casting luminous shadows on the highly 
polished wooden floor. On the other wall was a huge stone fireplace at least 
six feet wide, with a large stone hearth. 

"Oh," Cindy said, "It's beautiful!" She rushed from room to room while 
George impatiently shifted from one foot to the other. It was obvious that 
he didn't have to give her a sales pitch. He could tell that she had fallen 
in love with the old house. He was quite sure she would tell her husband 
about its favorable attributes, and they would buy it. A lump began to rise 
in George's trousers. Here he was, alone and burning with passion, in the 
same house with the sexiest, most desirable creature he had seen in a long 
time. He moaned and shifted nervously from one foot to the other again. 

Cindy appeared in the living room doorway. "Oh, Georgie," she cooed. "I love 
the house. It's exactly what we've been looking for. If the price is right, 
we'll buy it!" She rushed over, threw her arms around George's neck, and 
planted a long, sexy kiss on his trembling lips. 

George's cock immediately jumped to attention and rose even higher than it 
was. He eagerly wrapped his arms around Cindy's body and began to return her 
kiss with much fervor. 

"Oh, Cindy," he moaned. "You're so beautiful, so desirable." He kissed her 
neck, her bare shoulders, and began to nibble on further down the front of 
her low-cut halter. 

"Mr. Dunkin!" he moaned. "You're so beautiful, so desirable." he kissed her 
neck, her bare shoulders, and began to nibble on further down the front of 
her low-cut halter. 

"Mr. Dunkin!" cried Cindy, pushing against his chest to free herself. "What 
has gotten into you?" Her chipped icy speech tore through George's body like 
a blade of cold steel. "What must you be thinking?" Her big blue eyes 
widened with surprise and then she noticed the large protruding lump tenting 
out the front of George's slacks. "Oh, what have you got there?" she said 
and breathed heavily. There had originally been no thoughts of anything but 
business with George, as far as she was concerned. She figured that if she 
played up to him, she would get a better deal on the house. 

Granted, she was horny and lonely, and had vowed never to cheat on her 
husband Hank, but standing there looking at the huge bulge in George's pants 
was rapidly making her change her mind. God, it's huge, she thought. And I'm 
so horny. I dream about big cocks in my hot pussy all the time. It's worse 
now with Hank gone. Oh, dear. He wants me too. What harm would it do? Just 
once! Cindy stepped a little closer to the bewildered George. A few seconds 
before, she had been pushing him away and scolding him like a naughty child 
who had just gotten caught dipping his little fingers into the candy jar. He 
couldn't figure it out, but there she was, greedily taking in the lump 
jutting out the front of his pants, moving closer to him with her hand 
extended. 

George gasped as he felt Cindy begin to caress his stiff erection. "Oh, 
aaggh," he moaned. 

Cindy rubbed her hand over the rock-hard core of his prick. Oh dear, it's so 
hard, so big. My pussy needs it. Oh, shit, I've got to have it! Cindy 
reached for the zipper on George's pants. She could feel him trembling. No 
words needed to be spoken. The only sound echoing in the stillness of the 
empty house was the slow grating of a zipper being pulled down. Cindy 
reached into the open material and cupped her small hand over the large 
girth of his prick. A moan escaped her rosy lips. It was bigger and thicker 
than she had thought. She brought out the erect soldier and gasped as she 
saw the size of the ruby head that was dripping beads of pre-cum. 

George was in a daze. Ever since he had met her, there had been constant 
dreams of fucking her in every conceivable position by him. Now here he was, 
standing in the living room of the Bradley place, allowing his dream girl to 
lovingly fondle his old friend. 

Feel that old boy, he thought. I told you, you'd be sticking your ruby head 
up her cunt. By God, that's what you're going to do. Very soon now! 

Cindy continued to run her hands enticingly over the length of George's 
massive bludgeon. George closed his eyes and savored the gentle adoration 
that his cock was receiving. He felt Cindy unclasp the waistband and felt 
his pants being tugged down. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. 
Cindy proceeded to draw down his shorts and George moaned with approval. He 
stepped out of them and Cindy began to draw his body down onto the wooden 
floor. She continued to caress his swollen cock shaft, take the whole of his 
distended cock into her ovaled mouth. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "Yes, suck it, 
Cindy. Eat my big fat cock! Eat it good!" 

Cindy drew his throbbing erection into her velvety mouth. She sucked it deep 
into her throat. George was sure that she could swallow it whole. How good 
she is at sucking cock, he thought. Takes the whole length of my big hot 
prick right down into her throat. He savored the feel of her hot mouth 
working its way up the fevered root and over the billowing hood. Her tongue 
was doing magical things to George's cock. Never in all his life had he 
experienced anything quite so good, better than in his dreams! Cindy's 
tongue was everywhere, licking and sucking and drawing it deeper into her 
throat. Her mouth constricted to form a vacuum that threatened to suck out 
the hot sticky fluid that was about to shoot from its tip. 

Oh, his prick tastes good, thought Cindy. I'm going to make him shoot his 
cum right into my mouth. I want it all. How good it feels to be able to do 
this for him. I feel dirty, wicked, but it's so exciting! I must be crazy. 
I'll suck his prick just this once and let him fuck me. I won't ever see him 
again. It'll be just this time, just this once and I'll never do it again. 
Cindy had herself convinced that this would be the one and only time. She 
couldn't imagine herself having George Dunkin as a lover. He was so fat and 
repulsive, his only asset being a huge hot prick. Cindy felt dirty and 
abused, but was excited by the idea of seducing this fat old man. She felt 
like a common whore and she liked feeling that way. 

Cindy continued to lick and suck on George's mammoth prick. She slid her 
tongue down and over the shaft every which way, and glided her tongue toward 
the wrinkled scrotal sac that was pulled up tight against his prick, getting 
ready to fire a load of hot sticky cum. She began to lick George's balls and 
gently suck them into the hollowed vacuum of her mouth. George moaned with 
pleasure. It felt wonderful. If she kept sucking his balls into her mouth 
that way, he would shoot his load right into her pretty little throat. Cindy 
moved backward on her knees. She pried open George's puggy legs and 
scrutinized the wrinkled brown nut of his anus. She had a crazy urge to dip 
her tongue deep into his anus and savor the tangy shit flavor. She hesitated 
a moment, then gave in to her erotic passion. She began to lick around the 
sensitive little shithole. George squealed like a pig on a spit. 

"Oh, baby," he growled. "Eat out my ass. Suck on it. Lick it clean!" Can 
those words be coming from me? he thought. George turned crimson. He was 
embarrassed. Imagine telling Cindy to eat his ass? Never in his wildest 
dreams could he have visualized asking Martha to eat him there. Yet he was 
cavorting on the floor of the Bradley house and the sexy blonde Cindy was 
sucking and licking between his legs. It was filthy and dirty, but he loved 
it. He didn't feel like a silly old goat any more. If she likes to lick my 
ass, he thought, there'll be others too, maybe even younger. Nice fresh 
virgins. I bet there's there's plenty of them around here. George shivered 
at the thought. There was so much to look forward to. Perhaps staying at 
Dunkin's landing wouldn't be so bad after all. He could get Cindy Potter to 
eat his cock and lick his balls any time he wanted. If she didn't, he'd 
threaten to tell her husband. Yes, it would all work out just fine. George 
closed his eyes and smiled. He spread open his legs as far as they would go, 
allowing the sexy cunt that labored between his legs greater access to his 
steaming balls and puckered asshole. 

Cindy dipped her tongue deep into George's ass. He bucked his ass high into 
the air as Cindy augered her tongue up his anal channel. She worked her 
tongue in and out like a man driving his prick in and out of a hot cunt. 
George whinnied some more and wiggled his fat ass around Cindy's tongue. At 
any moment he was going to shoot his load. . 

"I'm going to cum, Cindy," he cried. "Get my cock back into your mouth. I 
want to shoot my cum into your throat." 

Cindy halted her lavish attentions on his back passage. She crawled forward 
a little and once more engulfed George's cock deep into her mouth. In and 
out George plummeted his cock. Cindy greedily sucked and worked her tongue 
around the ruby head. She could feel it begin to swell. She grasped the 
length of his cock in both her hands and, while she sucked, began to squeeze 
and stroke the rock hard rapier. Her mouth worked faster and faster over the 
length of George's plundering cock. He felt a burning, tingling sensation 
deep in his balls. His prick was about to shoot his load of hot semen deep 
into Cindy's belly. George could feel her mouth working feverishly over the 
swollen gland. Then he was cumming. A hot, fiery charge erupted from within 
his balls, shooting the length of his prick like a cannon would shoot a hot 
ball. George's fiery climax swept over him like a herd of thundering horses. 

"Uuhh," he screamed. "Oh, Cindy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. I'm shooting a 
hot load of cum right into your beautiful mouth." 

Cindy felt the first hot pellet of cum hit the roof of her mouth. The 
honeyed fluids shot spurt after spurt into her. "Oh, oh," she moaned as 
George's cock erupted it's load. She gulped and sucked the fiery fluid deep 
down her throat, not wanting to miss a drop. Like a greedy starving animal, 
she moaned, groaned, licked and sucked every last drop of fresh cum into her 
throat, deep into her belly. 

George shuddered as the last of his load shot forth. He lay inert on the 
floor, satiated for the moment, but he was not finished with her yet. He was 
going to stick his prick in her pussy. She was going to strip naked for him 
so he could devour her body with his eyes. George had almost forgotten what 
a lovely naked woman looked like. Visions of fat, dumpy Martha darted across 
his eyes. He blinked away the vision and concentrated on the reality 
hovering just above his shriveling member. He was going to explore every 
part of her body, look right into her cunt and see what was going on there. 
He would stick his tongue up her asshole too. He'd make her beg and cry to 
be fucked. George was going to tease her until she begged him to stick his 
big hard pole into her steaming twat. 

"Oh, Georgie," cooed Cindy. "You tasted so good. Did you like the way I 
sucked your big dick?" 

"Great sucking, honey," he growled. "How'd you like to have me stick this 
big pole of mine up your hot, juicy pussy?" 

"Oh, yes, yes," creed Cindy. "I want it in me. 

Hurry up and stick it in my cunt." 

"Okay," said George, "but first I want you to slowly start stripping. Do a 
nice little dance for me while you're doing it." 

Cindy nodded and slowly began to peel off her clothes. She reached up and 
zipped down the back of her skimpy halter top, slowly peeling it down over 
her large tits. George drooled as the two big creamy mountains of flesh 
began to appear before his wanton eyes. Her turgid pink nipples popped into 
view then Cindy exposed them fully to George's gaze. He greedily licked his 
lips, anticipating the moment when he would suck one of those delicious 
little cherries into his mouth. Cindy reached behind her and unzipped her 
tight hip huggers. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly began 
to peel them down, wiggling her ass in front of George. She slowly turned, 
bent over, and worked the tight material down and over the creamy orbs. 
George moaned with delight. His prick had already sprung back into a 
gigantic throbbing erection. Cindy tantalizingly wiggled her butt in 
George's face. He bent over and cupped both fleshy pieces of meat in his 
hands and began to squeeze them. 

Cindy moaned and panted, approving of his touch. George carted his tongue 
out and began to lick between the crease of her ass. "Oh," she moaned. Lick 
it, Georgie." 

George tongued her tight anal passage, sending chills of tingling desire 
throughout Cindy's body. God, this feels good, he thought. Never in my whole 
life have I experienced anything quite as good as this. George grasped his 
throbbing member in his hand and pressed the ruby red head against the tight 
opening of Cindy's ass. He began rubbing it back and forth. 

"Oh, shove it in my cunt, Georgie," she moaned. "Hurry, please don't tease 
me any more. I have to have it. NOW!" 

"Not yet, honey," said George gleefully, savoring each moment he was 
torturing her. He knew that Cindy was hot for his cock, but he wasn't going 
to give it to her, not quite yet. He was going to work her up into a 
screaming frenzy, until she couldn't stand waiting any longer. He was going 
to make her beg for the pleasure of sticking his long hot rod into her. 

"Take off the pants," he growled. Cindy pushed her slacks down around her 
ankles and stepped out of them. "Now do a little dance for me," ordered 
George. 

Cindy began to sway her body in response to her master's order. She was 
completely under George's control. She liked being teased and ordered to do 
whatever George wanted. He was deliberately making her wait. George would 
make her beg before he would stick his big fat cock into her juicy cunt. She 
didn't care. It was exciting. She liked feeling like a whore, groveling 
before him and doing anything he told her to. If she wanted that big hot 
staff of his buried deep into her aching cunt, she would have to do 
everything he asked her to. 

She happily began to sway her body back and forth, cupping her swelling 
titties in her hands and presenting them outward toward her master, offering 
them to him to suck. She began to squeeze and pinch the pink, hot nipples 
until they were burning red and longing to be sucked and chewed on. 

George watched his sexy slave dancing and writhing before him. He felt like 
a sultan, a royal potentate, ordering his. slave to perform for him. He knew 
that Cindy was completely under his power. He could make her do anything, 
even kiss his feet eagerly. 

"Wiggle over here, bitch, and eat my balls," George ordered. Cindy swayed 
and undulated toward him, her body perspiring from the frenzy she was 
working herself into. She got down on her knees in front of George and 
snaked out her tongue to devour the wrinkled sacs nestling below the huge 
cock straining before her passionate eyes. She licked and sucked on George's 
balls, drawing them gently into her mouth and savoring their pungent flavor. 
"Uh," she moaned as she sucked and rolled them around in her mouth. 

George closed his eyes and relished the feel of Cindy's mouth as it did 
magical things to his tingling balls. He knew that he should make her quit 
berfore he shot his load of hot cum right into her face. "What do you want 
me to do to you, Cindy?" he hissed. "Tell me quick, before I decide not to 
stick this big prick of mine up your hot frothing pussy." 

"I ... I want you to fuck me, Georgie," she gasped. "I want you to stick 
that big long pole of yours right into my cunt." 

"Say please," snickered George. "SAY IT! Say 'please stick your fuck pole 
into my cunt!' " 

"Yes, yes," cried Cindy. "Please, please stick your big, gigantic fuck pole 
into my aching cunt! I need it now. PLEASE!" Cindy wailed like a hurt puppy, 
tears brimming her soft blue eyes. 

George clapped his sweaty hands together gleefully. Her pleading words 
elated him. Never before had he felt so powerful. He thought briefly of 
Martha, visualizing her laying at his feet, begging him to fuck her cunt, 
George laughed. "All right, bitch, lie down and spread your legs. Ole 
Georgie is about to stick his rusty old prick into your hot little 
fuckhole." 

Cindy moaned a sigh of relief and sprawled eagerly on the floor, opening her 
legs wide so George could gain access to her much aroused vagina. She 
reached down and pulled open the lips of her pussy to his flashing eyes. 

"Here's my cunt, Georgie," she said. "Hot and waiting for your big prick!" 

George kneeled down and looked up into Cindy's pink, meaty snatch. He licked 
his lips and, with one stubby finger, reached out and felt inside Cindy's 
over-heated tunnel. She winced as George stuffed his finger deep into her 
cunt. He began to wiggle it around, eagerly peering into the soft pink folds 
of tissue where his fat finger was digging. 

Oh, God, he thought. What a lovely young cunt. Tight, too. My prick's going 
to be smothered up in there. Going to be nice and hot and tight! 

Cindy wiggled her cunt walls around George's finger, clasping and unclasping 
them, sucking at his finger as though it was a hot cock instead. 

"Georgie, please stick it in," she pleaded. "PLEASE! I need your throbbing 
dick in my cunt. Hurry, HURRY!" 

"All in good time," he said. "First, my sweet, I want to taste of your juicy 
hole." George leaned down between Cindy's creamy legs. He darted his tongue 
out and began to greedily swab the sticky folds of her pussy. Cindy moaned 
and writhed as his tongue lashed out and began to grate faster and faster 
over the tasty morsel. Um, good, he thought. This is better than I could 
have dreamed it to be. I'm going to like eating pussy from now on! George 
continued his lavish adoration of Cindy's cunt. He knew from her moaning and 
groaning that she was really digging the way his tongue was lapping at her 
pussy. George's cock was throbbing madly and, if he kept licking her cunt, 
he would shoot his cum. He was too hot and excited. He had prolonged the 
supreme moment long enough. 

"Now, bitch," he growled, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life." 
Cindy moaned her approval. George grasped his bursting prick in his hand and 
guided the ruby head toward the opening of Cindy's cunt. He shoved forward. 
Cindy cried out as the gigantic erection was buried deep inside her 
fuckhole. 

"Oh, Georgie," she cried. "It's so big, My God, it feels so good. I love it. 
Fuck me hard. Ram your big stiff prick all the way up my cunt. Fuck, fuck," 
she screamed into George's ear. "Um, uugg, uugg," he moaned as the pressure 
around the distended shaft threatened to suck all the cum from his tingling 
balls. Boy, does this feel good, thought George. If only fat old Martha 
could see me now, fucking this hot little bitch. I wonder what she would 
think about me. It's her fault. If she had been a little more responsive 
instead of like a cold fish, I wouldn't be fucking this hot young cunt. I'm 
going to enjoy this while I can. To hell with Martha, her flabbing tits and 
big fat ass. I've got all I want wrapped around my stiff cock. George shoved 
his prick in another inch. Cindy moaned approval and drove him on, bucking 
her ass up into his forward thrusts, tightly wrapping her long legs around 
George's fat thighs. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned. 

George did. He could hear the resounding slap, slap of his aching balls 
against her thighs. It sounded good and it felt even better. George was sure 
that Cindy was enjoying his ravenous prick as he battered it in and out of 
her steaming cunt. She was moaning and crying and whispering filthy words 
into his ears. George drove onward, eager to reach the ultimate goal he had 
been dreaming about since the first day he had seen Cindy Potter, the moment 
when she would be crying and screaming her joys of the thunderous climax 
George was rapidly building her up to. 

"Like my big prick?" growled George into Cindy's ear. "Like the way I slam 
it into your hot cunt? I can feel your pussy juice running all over it, 
making it nice and slick." 

"Oh, yes, yes. It's wonderful," moaned Cindy, enjoying the complete feeling 
of debasement that George was inflicting upon her. 

George grinned. This was terrific. He was enjoying his newly found 
authority. He continued to slam his swelling cock into Cindy's hot, clasping 
pussy. Her moans and cries spurred George on faster and faster, and they 
both knew that, within seconds, they would be riding the crest of the wave, 
to come slamming down as they felt the surge of heat rising through their 
loins. George reached under Cindy's ass and began to caress the soft 
silkiness of her buttocks. He slipped his finger along the crack of her ass 
until he reached the tight puckered opening of her anal passage. He wormed 
his finger up into her churning bowels. Cindy cried out as George's probing 
finger insinuated itself deep inside her asshole. He rammed it further up, 
as far as it would go, and began to work it around and around, in and out, 
matching the slamming of his throbbing hard-on into her ready cuntal tissue. 
George could feel his balls begin to tingle and knew that at any second he 
was going to splurt his load of hot sticky semen into the womb of Cindy 
Potter. Soon he would reach his goal. Cindy thrust her hips up to match 
George's powerful thrusts. She could feel her body giving way to the sweet 
perfection of a climax. The heat began to rise deep inside her belly, deep 
inside the tingling walls of her pussy. George slammed on and, upon the last 
final, brutal thrust which caused Cindy to scream with pain, her climax 
began to sweep down upon her. 

"Oh, God, George, I'm cumming. It's here. Oh, oh," she cried. "Aiiii, oohh. 
Fuck it, fuck, fuck." Cindy shivered as the fiery flame tore through her 
well-battered pussy, centering on the oiled nerve of her clitoris and 
causing it to throb and burn. George could feel her pussy squeezing and 
contracting all around his prick. He could feel the ultimate moment arise. 
The same burning flame shot forth from George's balls straight up and 
through the root of his cum-spurting cock. Jet after jet of hot sticky cum 
shot into the clutching pussy of Cindy Potter. 

"Oh, fucking good," moaned George as he pumped his seeds into her. "What a 
great fuck you are, honey. I'm going to enjoy it even better next time." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Martha lay satisfied and dreamy, her visions of cocks melting away. Just 
then she heard cries of joy and the sound of screeching brakes coming to a 
halt in the driveway. 

"Oh, no," she cried in desperation. "They're here!" Martha jumped out of bed 
and hurriedly began to dress. It would not do for the children to come 
racing into the house and find her lying naked on the bed. My goodness, what 
would they think? 

Martha haphazardly ran a brush through her graying hair, did the best she 
could to calm herself, and went forward to greet the summer arrivals to 
Dunkin's Landing. 

As Martha stepped out into the blinding sunlight, three or four boys ran 
over and hugged her. 

"Hello, Aunt Martha," they said. "We're here, we're here!" Martha forced 
herself to smile a greeting to the children and their suddenly elated 
parents. After their farewells and kisses were over with, Martha and the 
boys waved good-bye as the parents drove happily on down the road ... to 
freedom, away from their squalling brats for two months. 

How I wish I were leaving here, instead, Martha thought. But she knew it was 
the impossible dream. The two ten-year-olds grasping her hands were proof 
that she was not going anywhere. 

"Where's Uncle George?" asked Timmy, a thirteen-year-old. 

"Oh, he'll be along soon, dear," replied Martha. "He just took a client out 
to look at a house that's up for sale. I think you boys should take your 
bags into the dormitory and get unpacked and settled." 

The screaming boys raced joyfully toward the dormitory. Martha watched them 
and breathed a deep sigh. Well, there's nothing I can do, she thought. I'm 
stuck another year whether I like it or not. Where is that old fool? He 
should've been back two hours ago. The rest of the boys'll be here soon and 
I can't bear to handle all this by myself. Not on the first day! Just then 
Martha heard a car rounding a curve further down the driveway. Thank God, 
it's George. 

George came to a halt so close to Martha that she had to jump out of the 
way. George emerged from the car, grinning and humming happily. 

"You old idiot," she snapped. "What were you trying to do, run me over? 
What's that stupid grin on your face for? You look like the cat that just 
ate the canary." 

Not the canary. George snickered to himself. A little pussy. A sexy hot 
little pussy, I ate. 

"I sold the house," said George. "That's why I'm so happy. Got a pretty good 
commission on it too. Now, doesn't that make you feel better, woman?" 

"That's great, dear," Martha said, smiling at him. Funny, she thought, 
George looks different. I guess it's because he's happy about closing the 
deal. 

"Some of the boys have already arrived," she said. "I was beginning to think 
you weren't coming back to help me the first day. I was about to panic." 

"I'm sorry, dear," mumbled George. "It just took a little longer to sign the 
papers than I thought. I'll go over to the dorm and see how the boys are 
doing." 

That night Martha and George, exhausted and dead on their feet, happily 
slumped in front of the TV set. It was relaxing to just sit and watch and 
become engrossed in the fantasy of the tube. Each was too tired to complain 
of the boredom of watching. 

As time wore on, Martha and George settled down to the summer ahead. George 
to his newly found mistress, and Martha unhappily dreaming about the endless 
boredom of the next two months. 

A slight morning breeze filtered through the bedroom window. Martha stirred 
as its gentle caress swept over her tired body. She stretched and moved 
slowly, not wanting to awaken George who was still snoring merrily away. She 
usually got up first and put on a pot of coffee before she woke him, a cup 
of coffee in hand. George was as grumpy as a bear early in the morning and, 
unless he smelled the aroma of coffee under his nose, his grizzly temper 
became evident. 

Martha sat down on the couch. She strained her ears for noises coming from 
the dorm, but all was quiet in the early morning. Thank God, she thought. 
The children are still sleeping. The first morning after their arrival, 
Martha and George usually let them sleep a little longer. The next day their 
routine would start at 6:00 a. m. Not one eye was closed after that hour. 
Martha heard the kettle whistle on the stove. She got up and prepared the 
coffee. She plodded on into the bedroom, the fragrant aroma trailing after 
her throughout the house. 

"George, dear," she whispered, nudging him lightly. "It's time to get up." 

"W ... what? What time is it? It's too early. Let me go back to sleep." 

"It's after seven, dear," replied. Martha. "The children will be up soon. 
It's the start of the summer, you know. You must get up now!" 

"All right, all right," mumbled George, half asleep. "Did you make me some 
coffee?" George opened one eye as Martha handed him the steaming cup. "Oh, 
good. Umm, nice and hot. Thank you, dear." George leaned over and planted an 
affectionate kiss on Martha's cheek. Her eyes opened wide with amazement. 
George hadn't done that in over two years. 

He must be sick, she thought. I can't believe it. He's not as grouchy as he 
usually is, either. I saw a change in him when he came home yesterday. 
Funny. What's made him change like this? Martha reflected a few seconds 
more, then decided he must be glad that summer was here. It was because he 
had made a sizable commission on the house he sold yesterday, along with the 
arrival of the boys. They had always seemed to make him happy. He genuinely 
enjoyed the fishing and hiking. It relaxed him. Martha decided that was the 
reason and brushed it from her mind. She had her own thoughts and worries. 
She couldn't imagine how she would get through the next two months without 
going crazy. 

Several weeks fled by and Martha and George were well into resigning 
themselves to the problems of the twenty boys registered there. 

It was getting worse for Martha. George, for some strange reason she 
couldn't understand, seemed unusually happy, enjoying each child and all the 
outings and fishing trips. George had left early that morning, taking the 
older boys out hiking. The younger ones, Martha had decided to give swimming 
lessons too. As she put on her old one-piece bathing suit, she saw her image 
in the mirror. She didn't look too bad in it. She had lost some weight and 
the suit didn't look bad at all. She sighed and decided that the ten-and 
twelve-year-olds wouldn't care whether she was wearing a potato sack. She 
was just old Aunt Martha to them. 

When Martha reached the boat landing by the lake, seven boys were already in 
swimming suits and waiting for her. 

"Hurry up, Aunt Martha," they yelled. "Teach us to swim. Hurry!" 

"All right, all right," soothed Martha. "Don't get impatient. It's not going 
to happen overnight, you know." 

Martha walked waist deep into the water. She called Timmy Evans out to join 
her. Martha shivered as the cool lake water caressed her inner thighs. She 
could feel her pussy tingling in the cool water. As usual, she had awoken 
with a burning sensation deep in her vagina, an ache she could not become 
used to having every morning. Relieving herself with her hands wasn't 
quenching the thirst she had for a nice big prick shoved deep into her cunt. 
Her visions of Carl and Erik were no longer satisfying. She needed the real 
thing up her pussy. Not two visions that she conjured up to appease herself 
when she finger-fucked her pussy. Martha heard Timmy Evans squeal as the 
cold water grabbed at him. She laughed. 

"Come over here, Timmy," she said. "Now, everyone watch. I'm going to show 
you how to stay afloat." 

Martha reached out and held Timmy around the chest and the bottom of his 
legs, lying face upward in the water. "There now," she said. "If you keep 
yourself absolutely straight and your arms out to your sides, you'll float. 
Be sure to keep your head back in the water." She let go of Timmy who 
floated on top of the water by himself. "There," said Martha. "Look, Timmy's 
floating all by himself!" 

"Wow, great, Aunt Martha," gushed Timmy, feeling quite proud of himself. 

"Now I'll show you the first steps in learning how to swim." She reached 
under Timmy and turned him over, placing her hands under his chest and 
across his thighs. As she reached beneath Timmy, her hand accidentally 
brushed against the child's small penis. Martha could feel it through the 
this material of his swim trunks. Oh, my, she thought as her fingers grazed 
the small lump. She could feel an instant tingle in her pussy. She felt an 
overpowering urge to grasp the virginal little tool in her hand. It took all 
the strength Martha could muster up not to squeeze and caress it. What'? 
wrong with you, she scolded herself, thinking about playing with this little 
child's penis. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. But Martha wasn't. The 
instant she touched the small prick with her hand, she felt it bob into 
stiffness. 

Timmy said nothing, just turned his head slightly and whispered to Martha. 
"Gosh, Aunt Martha, what are you doing?" 

"Nothing, Timmy," she replied. "It was just an accident. I'm sorry." 

Shit, thought the twelve-year-old. I wish Aunt Martha would play with me 
there. I liked it when she touched it. Maybe if I wiggle my ass around, 
she'll touch it again. Now I know how the older guys felt when they talked 
about their girl friends playing with their cocks. Golly, it sure felt good! 

Martha continued to show the other boys the first steps in learning to swim. 
She encouraged Timmy to kick his legs as hard as he could. Martha was 
finding it difficult to keep her mind on the swimming lesson. Timmy kept 
wiggling his little fanny around so much that every now and then Martha's 
hand accidentally touched his lovely little penis. Each time she touched it, 
she would feel the little member begin to swell. Oh, God, she thought. I 
want to squeeze it so badly. I think Timmy wants me to squeeze it too. Or 
perhaps I'm just imagining that. Timmy continued to wiggle on Martha's hand 
until finally, standing it no longer, she gave in to her overpowering 
impulse. She slowly moved her hand upward, unsure of what Timmy would do. 

Timmy was silently praying to himself. Oh, please, Aunt Martha, move your 
hand just a little more and you'll have my cock right in your palm. Martha, 
hearing no shocked cries from the small boy, grasped his little pink organ 
in her hand and squeezed it gently. Timmy moaned. 

Oh, how wonderful it feels to squeeze a cock once again. Even if it is just 
a little boy's. It's so wicked and filthy. An old lady like me, unashamedly 
playing with little Timmy's cock right here in the lake! Martha felt guilty, 
yet she was enjoying the sensation. She liked to feel dirty and ashamed. 
What did it matter? Timmy liked it. He was wiggling his ass around in the 
water, encouraging Martha to squeeze his dick harder. 

"Oh, Aunt Martha," Timmy whispered in a dreamy state. "Oh, it feels so good. 
Squeeze it harder. It makes my nuts feel funny when you do it." 

Martha continued to squeeze and pump on Timmy's little penis. Feeling very 
brazen, she reached into the waistband until her hand came into contact with 
the wet, hard piece of boyfuck skin. Timmy moaned some more. Martha began to 
pump the child's organ faster, causing Timmy to moan and whimper. In just a 
few seconds she would make the child shoot his virginal load of cum into the 
chilling water. 

Oh, dear, thought Martha. What am I doing? What must this child think of me? 
He seems to be enjoying it. Why shouldn't I make him feel good? He has to 
learn about sex sometime. Why not from me? Martha jerked Timmy penis faster 
and faster. The minute shaft began to stiffen and swell and suddenly Timmy 
moaned louder. 

"Aunt Martha, what's happening. My penis feels funny. Something funny's 
happening to my penis. It's starting to burn!" 

"Don't be afraid, dear," soothed Martha. "You're just reaching a climax, 
that's all. It will feel wonderful. You'll see. Just relax and let it come. 
Just enjoy it, dear." 

Timmy relaxed and his penis began to tingle increasingly. A surprised look 
came over his small face as his cum began to shoot from his hairless little 
balls and up the length of his little cock. 

"Oh, oh, Aunt Martha. I'm ... what did you call it? Having a climax, oh, 
oh," the child wined. Martha felt his body stiffen and saw globs of white 
semen float to the top of the water. She sighed as she felt the boy's climax 
sweep over him. Martha felt his virginal prick shooting its load. 

Man, that felt great, thought Timmy. Wait till I tell the boys what Aunt 
Martha did for me. Maybe I can get her to show me what's between her legs. 
Boy, would I like to see that! 

"Gee, Aunt Martha, thanks," said Timmy, a little sheepishly. "Can we do it 
again, sometime?" 

"I don't know, dear," said Martha. She was feeling a great deal of guilt. 
"What must you think of me, child?" 

"Golly, Aunt Martha," soothed Timmy. "I think you're wonderful. I wish I 
could do something nice for you. Maybe you could ... a ... a ... teach me 
all those things the older boys do with their girl friends. Would you, Aunt 
Martha, huh?" 

Martha reflected for a moment. Timmy didn't think badly of her at all. In 
fact, he was asking her very timidly and shyly to show him about sex. Why 
not? she thought. He likes me. He said he would like to do something nice 
for me. 

"I think so, Timmy, maybe later, but you must never tell anyone about this, 
especially Uncle George. He wouldn't like it. Do you understand?" 

"Oh sure, Aunt Martha. I won't ever say anything to Uncle George. I 
promise." 

Martha nodded her head and smiled to the boy. She was beginning to feel 
happier. Perhaps the summer wouldn't be a dud after all, but she knew she 
had to be careful. If this kind of thing got out and the parents heard about 
it, undoubtedly Dunkin's Landing would be closed. They would never allow 
their children to come here again. 

The rest of the boys were beginning to get impatient and call to her, so 
Martha spent the rest of the afternoon teaching them to swim. 

After Martha had given the boys their first lessons in swimming she came 
back into the house to take a shower. George had returned and was showing 
the boys how to use the archery range. She could hear them squealing with 
joy. They were obviously enjoying the new sport. 

Martha finished showering, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped out 
of the bathroom. She sat before her dressing table and stared in the mirror. 
Visions of herself and Timmy were popping into her head. She recalled the 
early morning events when she literally had jerked off the young child. 
Martha turned crimson at the thought and put her hands over her face. What 
did I do? she thought desperately. What am I becoming? Playing with little 
boys cocks. How terrible! I really mustn't ever do it again. I'll just have 
to tell Timmy to forget what happened. It's shameful. If George ever found 
out ... My God, he'd probably have me committed! Oh, dear, what am I going 
to do? Martha jumped as she heard a small quiet voice behind her. 

"Aunt Martha, what's the matter?" questioned Timmy. 

Martha spun around to see Timmy standing behind her. "What are you doing 
here, Timmy?" she asked. "You should be outside with Uncle George and the 
other boys." 

"I was, for a while, Aunt Martha, but I got to thinking about this morning 
and my cock got all swelled up and started to hurt. I ... I well, I thought 
maybe you could make it feel better ... like you did this morning." 

Martha looked down and saw that Timmy's little penis was tenting out the 
front of his cut-off jeans. Her pussy began to throb at the sight. 

"Oh dear, Timmy. It is sticking out quite a bit, isn't it?" 

"Yes, ma'am, it is," he mumbled. 

"Well, Timmy, I've been thinking about this morning, too," said Martha, 
"and, um ... well, dear, I've come to the conclusion that we'd better not do 
it any more." 

"Gee, Aunt Martha," whined Timmy. "You ... you promised. I won't say 
anything to Uncle George. Please, Aunt Martha." 

Martha looked down at the saddened face of the child and then to the tented 
front of his pants. The temptation was too great. She couldn't control her 
emotions. Martha's hand reached out and began to caress the protruding lump. 
Timmy grinned. Good, he thought, she's going to make me cum again. 

"Timmy, go shut the bedroom door and lock it," ordered Martha. "It wouldn't 
do for Uncle George to come in and find us, would it, dear?" 

"No, Aunt Martha," said Timmy gleefully as he rushed over to the door, 
closed and locked it. 

"Now," said Martha, "take off your clothes and let me see your nice little 
prick." 

"My what?" Timmy said. 

"That's also known as a prick, dear," Martha said. "A prick, a cock, and a 
few other names, too. Prick and cock are my favorites, so we'll call it by 
those names, all right, Timmy?" 

"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say. Uh ... Aunt Martha, will you take your towel 
off so I can look at you naked?" 

"Yes, of course, dear," Martha said. She was beginning to get very excited. 
The very idea of stripping before this mere child was making Martha feel 
excitingly hot. She felt like a wanton woman, a slut, but it didn't matter. 
She liked feeling that way. It was ten times better than the way she felt 
with George. 

Martha undid the towel and let it drop to the bedroom floor. She crawled 
onto the bed and lay with her legs splayed open to Timmy's view. "There, 
Timmy," she cooed. "Isn't this the way you wanted to see me?" 

Timmy grinned. Gosh, he thought. I can see right up between Aunt Martha's 
legs. Wow! Look at all the hair there, and something else too. "Aunt 
Martha," he shyly asked, "can I see what's up there under all that hair?" 

"Of course, dear," whispered Martha. She pried open the lips of her pussy to 
Timmy's view. She slipped her finger deep inside her cuntal passage. It was 
already slick and wet with her cum juices. Timmy's eyes grew wider. His face 
turned crimson as he watched Martha lewdly pry open the hot pink thing 
between her legs and stick her finger up into it. His little penis jerked to 
attention. 

"Timmy dear," Martha said, "this is known as a pussy or a cunt. The clinical 
term for it is a vagina." 

"Gosh," Timmy said. This was better than dissecting a frog in biology class. 
He had once thought that was terrific. "I like pussy and cunt best of all," 
he said. "Can I ... I touch it?" Timmy asked coyly, reaching out his finger 
to probe the newly found toy. 

Martha nodded yes to the excited child. Timmy reached out and, with one 
little finger, began to poke inside the soft pink tissue that his eyes were 
sweeping over. His finger touched the bump on Martha's cunt. He rubbed his 
finger over it. "What's this called?" he asked. 

"A clitoris," Martha said. "And when you rub and put your tongue on it, it 
makes it feel wonderful." 

Timmy's eyes widened. "Put your tongue on it!" he said. "What do you mean?" 

"Well," replied Martha. "It's called eating cunt or pussy. Whatever term 
suits you. That's when you stick your tongue into it and lick and suck all 
over it. You also stick your tongue into the hole down there. See it, 
Timmy?" she asked. 

"Yeah," the child replied. He was too engrossed with the thought of sucking 
on the little pink knob that was rolling under his finger. 

Oh, I wish he would suck on my pussy, thought Martha. But I won't ask him. I 
don't want to frighten him. Maybe I'm going too far. Martha didn't have time 
to feel guilty because just then she felt a soft wet tongue licking and 
greedily sucking on her cunt. She moaned and whimpered at the sudden 
adoration Timmy was giving her juicing snatch. 

Timmy stopped for a minute. "Like that, Aunt Martha?" he asked. 

Martha moaned a yes. "Suck it, Timmy, lick all my cunt juice out." 

Timmy continued to lick Martha's cunt. He looked up at her and saw that her 
eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. I guess she likes it, he 
thought. Timmy saw her big titties with the pink, hard nipples on the end. I 
wonder if they get sucked on too? I'll try it and see. I'd like to squeeze 
her big titties too. I like the way this pussy tastes. It makes my cock feel 
good when I suck on it. I hope I'm doing it right. I wonder what she'd do if 
I stuck my finger up where she had it before? I'll try it and see. 

Timmy continued his sucking and inserted his finger into Martha's slick 
cuntal opening. It was already overfilled with her vaginal secretions and, 
as Timmy worked his finger in and out, loud squishing noises could be heard. 

Sure makes a lot of noise when I stick my finger up there, he thought. Aunt 
Martha seems to like it. She's wiggling her ass all around. Boy, I sure like 
this! 

Martha was in heaven. Her feelings of guilt had long since faded away. Only 
the feeling of Timmy's tongue, licking and sliding over her clit, were 
imprinted in her thoughts. If he continued to poke his finger in and out of 
her pussy that way, she would soon cum into his mouth. 

"Oh? Timmy, that's so good," she whined in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum soon. 
Reach my climax like you did this morning." 

Oh, good, thought Timmy. Then maybe she'll make me cum again too. Timmy 
continued to lick and grate his tongue over Martha's highly aroused button. 
Martha could feel her clitoris begin to burn and knew that her climax was 
about to surge down upon her. She began to moan and cry out to Timmy to eat 
her pussy faster. 

"Suck it good, Timmy," she cried. "Eat all the cum out of my hot pussy." 
Martha was too far gone with rapture to be shocked by the filthy words that 
were spewing forth from her lips. Timmy increased the momentum of his 
licking and suddenly he felt Martha's clit begin to throb and pulsate under 
his tongue. He felt a surge of hot sticky fluid against his chin. He dipped 
his tongue quickly into Martha's creaming hole and began greedily to lap up 
all the sticky secretions that came surging forth from the hot fuck cavern. 

Martha felt her clit begin to throb and her climax swept over her, sending 
her mind and body out into space. She felt as though she were floating on' a 
feathery cloud. All the sounds around her began to echo and the only thing 
she could feel was the burning, ripping flame that seared through her pussy. 
"Ohh, Timmy," she moaned. "Its wonderful. Ohhhh, ohhhh." Martha's body shook 
and vibrated as Timmy watched with wondrous amazement at the glorious 
results that his tongue had brought her to. 

"Gosh, Aunt Martha," he whispered. "Did I hurt you or something?" 

"Oh, no, Timmy," she moaned. "You ate my pussy wonderfully and I reached a 
glorious climax. I felt just the way you did earlier this morning." 

"Really?" said Timmy, with much amazement. He never in all his life thought 
that his little pink tongue could give someone as much pleasure as it had 
just given Aunt Martha. 

"Now, Timmy," said Martha, "I'm going to do something very nice to you. 
Something that you're going to like. I'm going to take your sweet little 
prick into my mouth and suck all over it." 

"Gosh, Aunt Martha," he said with surprise. "You mean you're going to suck 
it into your mouth? What's that called?" 

"It's called going down on you, or just plain eating you." Martha told Timmy 
to lie down on the bed. She crawled over him and began to examine his pink 
hairless little balls and caressing his immature little penis. Fully erect, 
it was just a little bigger and fatter than her middle finger. She wondered 
how the dear little think would feel going in and out of her pussy. 

Timmy lay back, his hands behind his head, a wide grin spreading across his 
face. This is going to be great, he thought. Just lying here and having Aunt 
Martha eat my prick till it cums. I wonder what that'll feel like? Shooting 
all my cum into her mouth. 

Martha began to caress and fondle his small testes. She bent over and sucked 
them gently into her mouth. Timmy moaned his pleasure. She ran her fingers 
gently over the underside of the tiny sacs while she rolled them enticingly 
in her mouth. She spit them out and began to examine the child's immature 
penis. 

How darling and pink it is, she thought. So clean and shiny. Martha took the 
smooth little organ into her mouth and gently begin to lick and suck on it. 
Her ovaled mouth went up and down and over the silky head. 

Timmy moaned. Never in all his life had he felt anything so good as this. 
I've just got to tell the guys about this, he thought. 

Martha continued her lavish attention on his prick. While sucking on the 
little tool, she began to probe his tiny pink anus with her index finger. 
Gently, she worked her finger inside the tiny shithole. Timmy squealed his 
joy at this new experience. His organ began to swell as big as it could get 
and Martha knew that, within a few seconds, he would be shooting his wad of 
hot sticky boycum into her mouth. Up and down the silky wet shaft, she 
sucked, her finger moving in and out of his asshole. Timmy continued to 
wail, the noise coming more often and louder. Martha felt his balls tighten 
and his little prick stiffen. Timmy's body became inert and still and Martha 
knew that any moment the juice would hit the roof of her mouth. She 
increased the pumping of her finger. With a loud cry, Timmy began to shoot 
his fresh cum into her mouth. Spurt after hot spurt of the sticky fluid 
poured into Martha's greedy throat. She adored sucking on little Timmy's 
cock and wondered if there were any other boys who would allow her to do the 
same thing to their dicks. She felt horribly wicked and excited. Her pussy 
was creaming and throbbing and for the first time in her life, Martha wasn't 
concerned with her physical needs. She was enjoying eating Timmy's prick too 
much. The sensation of having him cum in her mouth was the most thrilling 
thing that had happened in a long time. Timmy's squeals of joy began to 
subside as the last drops of his cum spurted into her mouth. 

Martha released his limp cock from her lips. She looked up into Timmy's 
smiling face. "Did you like the way I ate your prick, Timmy?" 

"Golly gee, Aunt Martha. That was the greatest thing that I've ever felt. It 
was as good as when I was eating your pussy. Can I try and stick it in you 
now?" 

"I don't think so, Timmy. We've been at this entirely too long as it is. We 
wouldn't want Uncle George to find us like this, would we?" As much as 
Martha craved having his stiff little tool pistoning in and out of her 
pussy, she had to push aside those feelings for the time being. 

"I guess not," said Timmy reluctantly. "When can we do it again, Aunt 
Martha? I want you to show me how to stick it into your cunt. I bet that'll 
feel just swell on my prick, won't it?" 

"Yes, dear," replied Martha. "You'll enjoy it even more. Now get dressed and 
run along before Uncle George and the other boys begin to wonder where 
you've gotten to." 

Timmy quickly dressed and kissed Martha affectionately on the cheek and 
raced out of the house. Martha went into the bathroom to take a shower again 
and wash off any signs of their ellicit union. She wondered what George 
would say if he had found them together, Martha merrily sucking on Timmy's 
erect cock? She smiled happily to herself. I wonder what size pricks the 
fifteen-year-olds have? she thought lewdly. I have to have one of them 
fucking me. I don't know how I'll work it, but I'll find a way! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Timmy raced down the hill toward the lake. Uncle George had just finished 
giving the archery lesson. Good, thought Timmy. He didn't even miss me. 

"Hi, Uncle George," Timmy called approaching the circle of boys. 

"Well there you are!" mumbled George. "I was beginning to think you ran off 
somewhere into the woods and got lost." 

"Oh, no," Timmy said. "I felt a little sick so I thought I'd lie down for a 
while. I feel fine now." 

The day passed by quickly with Martha dreaming about seducing the rest of 
the boys in the camp, and George merrily dreaming about having another fuck 
session with Cindy Potter. 

I'll have to find some excuse to get down to the agency later this 
afternoon, he thought. Cindy said she'd meet me there to sign the rest of 
the papers and close the deal. 

George told Martha that he had to stop by the agency to see Mrs. Potter. 
Martha was happy to see George go, for she had visions of another session 
with Timmy. 

When Timmy got back to the dormitory, several of the boys asked him about 
his whereabouts. They had seen him heading for the house, not the dormitory, 
and wanted to know what was up. 

"Well, you're not going to believe this," Timmy said, "but Aunt Martha 
sucked my cock. I had a great cum right in her mouth!" 

"Aw, shit, you're a liar," Brian Wentworth said. "You're just making that 
up. You don't even know what a cock's for?" 

"I do too," whined Timmy, defending his manhood. "It's for getting big and 
stiff and sticking in hot juicy cunt! I even ate Aunt Martha's pussy till 
she came in my mouth! So there, Brian." 

The boys stood agast, hardly believing what Timmy was telling them. 

"Okay, smarty," Brian said, "if you did all you said you did, when're you 
and Aunt Martha going to get it on again, because I'm going to be right 
there with you, watching you go down on her cunt!" 

"Aw ... a ... I don't know," Timmy said. "She didn't exactly tell me where 
the next time would be. She just sort of lets it happen kinda natural like. 
I know it's when Uncle George isn't around, or when he's busy with you guys. 
That's what we were doing this morning when you were having archery lessons, 
and yesterday Aunt Martha jerked me off at the lake, right in the water!" 

"Yeah, you're full of shit, Timmy. What would Aunt Martha want with a little 
pimple like you? I bet your dick doesn't even get as big as my middle 
finger!" 

The boys began to laugh hysterically, and Timmy got red and started to yell. 
"I'm not lying, it's true!" he yelled to the hysterical boys who were 
rolling on the floor in spasms. "I heard Uncle George tell Aunt Martha he 
was going back to the agency late this afternoon. When he leaves, Aunt 
Martha and I'll get it on. You'll see! I'm not lying. She said I made her 
cum wonderful. "You're just jealous 'cause she didn't eat any of you!" 

"Okay, okay, you little twirp," sneered Brian. "Just remmeber I'm going to 
be right there with you, and I bet you ol' Aunt Martha'll blister your ass 
when you ask her to eat your cock!" 

All the boys laughed and Timmy snuck over to his bunk and pouted, waiting 
for Uncle George to leave. The rest of the boys plopped down in front of the 
TV set. It was their two hours to do whatever with they wanted. It also gave 
George and Martha a chance to catch a second breath. 

"Hey, Timmy," called Brian a little later. "Uncle George just got into his 
car and left. Now's your chance to go over and see Aunt Martha. Come on! I'm 
right behind you." 

Timmy reluctantly got up and followed Brian toward the house. He didn't like 
the idea of having Brian along. What would he tell Aunt Martha, that Brian 
came to fuck her too? She would probably be very angry with him for 
disclosing their secret. He had promised her he wouldn't say any ting to 
anybody about what they were doing. Brian would probably spoil everything. 
Aunt Martha would just tell him to forget the whole thing and never come 
near her again. 

Aw, shit, thought Timmy. Why did I have to open my big mouth? Now I've 
ruined the whole thing between Aunt Martha and me. 

Timmy got to the front door of the house and hesitated before knocking. 

"Go on, knock on the door, dummy. Just don't stand there with your feet up 
your ass," sneered Brian. 

Timmy knocked and called to Martha. She came to the door and was a little 
amazed to see Brian with Timmy, she was also a bit discouraged. When George 
had left, Martha had visions of her and Timmy getting it on again. This time 
she would let the dear child stick his rampant tool deep into her throbbing 
cunt. But there stood Brian, spoiling everything. 

"Oh ... a .. hello, Timmy, Brian. What can I do for you? Is something the 
matter?" 

"Oh, no, Aunt Martha," stammered Timmy. Shit, he thought what can I say to 
her? How can I tell her about Brian? He shifted his feet in the dirt and 
kicked a stone lying there. 

"Aunt Martha," he piped timidly, bolstering up as much courage as he could, 
Brian ... well, I guess I broke the promise I made to you about not telling 
anybody. I told Brian and the rest of the boys and, a ... Brian wants to 
FUCK YOU TOO!" The last three words came squeeking out of Timmy's mouth. 

Oh, dear, thought Martha. Oh, my! Her hand flew up to her face and she could 
feel it turn crimson. "Oh, Brian, I ... what must you think of me?" 

"I don't think anything about you, Aunt Martha. I like you well enough. I 
just thought that since you and Timmy were getting it on, that uh ... well 
... one or two more wouldn't make any difference. Would they?" Brian asked. 

Martha was dumbfounded. What had she gotten herself into. It was bad enough 
to be seducing an innocent child of thirteen, but now it seemed that the 
other boys wanted to get in on some action too. My God, she thought, what am 
I going to do? 

"Well, what's it going to be, Auntie Martha? Do I get to stick my cock up 
your pussy or not?" snarled Brian, getting very cocky and brazen. 

Martha was infuriated by his insolence. It was bad enough he was asking her 
to fuck him, but she didn't like his haughty attitude to boot. He acted like 
it was coming to him. Without question! 

"Just one minute, young man!" Martha said, quite angrily. "Let's get one 
thing straight, you're not in any position to be telling me what to do, 
especially with that nasty, cocky attitude! If I decide to do what you ask, 
you better show a little more consideration than what you just did. I won't 
tolerate insolence from any one of you. Is that absolutely clear?" 

Brian looked down at his feet and mumbled. "I guess so, ma'am." 

Timmy was grinning. Boy, Aunt Martha really put Brian in his place. Brian 
knew now that Timmy was telling the truth, and it made him feel big and 
important. 

"Now," said Martha, "if you two boys are ready, we can proceed." 

Brian looked up, a smile spreading across his face. Boy, he thought, she's 
really going to put out for us. So that little twirp was telling the truth, 
after all. Boy, this is going to be great! 

Timmy and Brian followed Martha into the house like two hungry puppy dogs 
... straight to the bedroom where Martha quickly ushered them in and locked 
the door. 

"Now, boys," she whispered sexily, "strip off your clothes and let Aunt 
Martha see those darling little pricks of yours." 

Both boys began eagerly to strip off their clothes, Martha watching with a 
sex-starved look in her eyes. As Brian slipped off his shorts to reveal his 
prick to Martha, she moaned as her eyes caught sight of the tool that jumped 
forth to attention. Brian's hot cock was bigger than she could have imagined 
for a fifteen-year-old. It was at least seven inches in length and smooth 
and thick. A few golden hairs were barely visible around the tight pink 
testicles that hung below it. Martha greedily licked her lips. This was more 
than she had bargained for. Not only was she going to have Timmy's little 
cock to fondle, but Brian's big beautiful tool too. 

Her pussy was going to love it immensely. It was already beginning to get 
hot and sticky with vaginal secretions. The aching in her groin began to 
rapidly increase and Martha knew that she couldn't wait much longer. She'd 
fondle and caress them later, right now she had to have Brian's throbbing 
prick buried deep inside her steaming cuntal walls. 

"Come here, Brian," cooed Martha, as she quickly tore off her dress and 
underwear. She sprawled across the large bed and patted it eagerly, 
summoning Brian to get on with her. 

Brian hopped onto the bed beside Martha. 

"What about me?" whined Timmy. "Gosh, Aunt Martha, have you forgotten about 
me already?" 

"No, of course not, dear," sighed Martha. "While Brian sticks his cock into 
me, I'll eat yours. How does that sound, Timmy?" 

"Wow, great," he said. "Suck it in there, hurry. I want to shoot off in your 
mouth like I did before." 

Timmy crawled up toward Martha's head and eagerly grasped his pink tool, 
preparing to shove it into Martha's throat. Brian crawled up between her 
legs and clumsily tried to shove his erect prick into her pussy. Obviously 
this was his first time and he missed his mark. Martha could feel the hard 
staff bruise against the outer lips of her pussy. She reached between their 
bodies and guided his hot boyfuck tool into her steaming hole. 

A moan of satisfaction escaped Brian's lips. He thrust forward and buried 
his dick deep inside. "Holy shit," he moaned. "It's hotter than hell inside 
there." Brian had never felt anything as good as this. The hotness of 
Martha's cuntal walls and the way it was greedily clutching at his prick was 
going to make him shoot his cum quickly. He couldn't hold it back for very 
long. Brian began to pump his boycock in and out of Martha's foaming pussy. 
She was moaning and humping her ass up to meet Brian's quick jabs. She knew 
that this was his first time and that he would soon shoot his sperm deep 
inside her belly. His erect cock was bringing Martha to the climax that she 
had so long dreamed about having. Finally, after all her imaginary visions, 
she had not one but two hot pricks to contend with, and she was in heaven. 
Martha sucked and licked with maddening frenzy on Timmy's little tool. He 
was moaning and Martha knew that she was bringing him pleasure as well. 

"Suck my cock, Aunt Martha," he pleaded. "Eat all of it. Lick on my balls 
too! Suck my hot cock till it shoots all its sticky cum into your mouth. 
Uhh, uhh." 

Martha continued to do as Timmy asked. She ran her tongue greedily and 
quickly down and over the smooth, ruby head of his prick. She nibbled down 
the shaft toward his tiny hairless balls. She began to gently suck them into 
her mouth and roll them around on her tongue. Martha decided to lick his 
little pink asshole, too, and without further hesitation she dipped her 
tongue inside the wrinkled brown nut of his anus. Timmy squealed with 
delight. 

"Lick it, Aunt Martha," he moaned. "Stick your tongue right up my ass. 
Oohhh, it feels so good. Look, Brian, Aunt Martha has her tongue up my 
asshole and she's eating it." 

Brian hadn't missed a thing. He was rapidly getting hotter and hotter as he 
drove his ready-to-burst shaft deep inside Martha's clutching cunt. Just 
watching her licking and sucking on Timmy's little cock was driving him 
crazy, and when he saw her dip her tongue into the child's ass, his prick 
almost burst with excitement. It was just too much for him, the first time. 

"Aw, shit, Aunt Martha," he whined. "My prick's going to shoot now. Geez, 
I'm sorry, it's starting. Shit, I'm cumming. Oooohh, oooh." Brian felt a 
burning flame shoot from deep inside his testicles and up through the root 
of his cock, the fiery flame releasing his load of fresh boycum deep inside 
Martha's clutching pussy. 

As Brian began to scream with pleasure, Martha began to feel her climax, 
along with Timmy's rising to the surface. She pulled his prick deep into her 
throat so she could gulp down all of his fiery juice. Timmy's excited little 
prick began to shoot, and Martha could feel the jolts of sperm hitting the 
roof of her mouth. She greedily gulped down the hot liquid, licking her 
lips, not wanting to miss one drop of Timmy's precious fluid. As the last 
drop shot from his cock, Martha felt a burning flame shooting up her clit 
and tearing into her pussy. Her cunt began to pulsate and throb around 
Brian's cum-shooting cock. 

She squeezed and clutched him to her breast and cried out loudly with 
passion. "Oh, Brian, Timmy," she moaned. "My cunt's cumming too. Ooohhh, my 
God. Ooohhh. Ohhhhh." Martha screamed loudly with her mounting passion and, 
back in the dormitory, the rest of the boys nudged each other and grinned as 
they all heard the delighted screams and moans of passion from the Dunkin 
household, each one secretly awaiting his moment of elated passion. 

Martha, Brian and Timmy fell back on the bed, entwined in each other arms, 
Martha gently caressing each of them. It had been wonderful, better than she 
could have dreamed. She began wondering how many of the other boys would be 
interested in sex with her while George was off somewhere. Surely none of 
the boys would ever tell. 

Brian reached over and began to fondle and pinch a turgid nipple on Martha's 
big breast. Feeling extremely brazen, he took the fiery nipple into his 
mouth and began to bite and suck on it. With his other hand he rubbed 
Martha's twin until it, too, was burning and stiff. 

Timmy was feeling a little left out. He pushed Brian's hand off Martha's 
left breast and sucked the pink nipple into his mouth. 

Martha cooed with elation. Having both her breasts sucked at the same time 
was delicious. She began fondling their cocks that had minutes before given 
her extreme pleasure. Within seconds, the two pieces of boyfuck meat were 
straining and hot in her hands. She knew that they were ready for more 
action, and she was too. Her pussy was already beginning to ache and burn 
and crave more hard cock. Martha's hands pumped faster and faster on the two 
pricks that were now stiff and erect. 

"Brian," moaned Martha, "sit on my face and let me suck your prick until it 
shoots into my mouth. Timmy, you can get down between my legs and eat my 
cunt. Afterward, I'll let you stick it in me. How does that sound, boys?" 

They grinned. Anything and everything was okay with them, just so long as 
they got to stick their cocks into Martha's mouth or cunt. Old Martha was 
beginning to look better and better to them as the minutes ticked on. 

Brian moved up toward Martha's head and knelt forward, his erect cock barely 
brushing against her ovaled mouth. She was ready to take an erect penis into 
her greedy cavern. 

Timmy scooted down between her legs and began to rub his thumb over Martha's 
highly aroused clit. She moaned with eager anticipation as Timmy grated his 
thumb back and forth and around in circles. Martha's cuntal juices were 
beginning to flow and Timmy eagerly dipped his tiny finger into the hole to 
capture all the sticky fluid. He withdrew his finger and licked it clean of 
Martha's cuntal secretions. 

"Um, Aunt Martha," he moaned. "Gosh, your cunt juice sure tastes good. It 
tastes better each time I lick it." 

Martha shivered as the hot, tingling sensations swept throughout her body. 
She reached up and drew Brian's throbbing shaft into her mouth. With one 
hand she gently caressed his swollen balls, her other tickling the length of 
his shaft. 

Brian moaned with happiness. "Shit, Aunt Martha, you sure know how to make a 
guy's cock feel great!" 

Brian pumped his prick in and out of Martha's hot oral cavern. She licked 
and sucked greedily on it, running her tongue over the tip. Drops of 
per-coital semen were dripping off the end, and Martha happily lapped them 
into her throat. 

Timmy continued working on Martha's cunt with his fingers. When he was 
satisfied playing around with Martha's clit, he darted his tongue forward 
and began to lick and suck on her frothing cunt. He grated it back and forth 
around the clit, down and into her hole, savoring all the cuntal juices that 
were copiously flowing from the tiny cavern. He darted his tongue in and out 
of the hole like a miniature penis. 

Martha moaned with excitement. She had taught him the art of cunt lapping 
expertly. Timmy was confident and sure of himself. He knew he was turning 
Martha on, and it made him feel like a grown man. He could lick anybody's 
cunt to total satisfaction. He was eager to experiment on some of his young 
girl friends back home. He increased his oral adoration of the juicy morsel 
before him. Timmy figured that Aunt Martha might like to have a finger 
shoved up her ass, so he licked one of his fingers, coating it with spit and 
proceeded to shove it into her tight brown shit hole. 

Martha moaned as Timmy brutally rammed his finger up her asshole. He wiggled 
it around inside and shoved it in and out. I wonder how my cock would feel 
up there? he thought. I'll have to ask Aunt Martha if she'd let me stick it 
in there. I'm sure she'll like it. 

Timmy pistoned his finger in and out and licked back and forth on Martha's 
cunt. Loud slurping sounds were the only things that could be heard from the 
three lovers. 

Brian began to pinch and caress the turgid pink nipples on Martha's gigantic 
breasts. He had never seen a pair quite as big as hers and, although they 
were a bit flabby, Brian decided that he liked them immensely. Aside from 
licking pussy, he liked titties best. His greatest thrill was to engulf the 
fiery nipples into his mouth and bite and suck on them until they were stiff 
and hot. He mashed the orbs in his hands and tweaked the nipples until they 
were stiff and burning. Martha whimpered with joy as the two boys lavished 
attention to her body. 

Martha felt Brian's cock grow stiffer and hotter. The head of it was like a 
burning coal in her mouth and she knew that, with just a little more 
sucking, Brian would shoot his cum into her throat. She increased her 
licking and squeezed his balls tightly in her hands. 

"Aw, shit, Martha," he growled with passion. "Eat my cock. Suck it all the 
way down into your throat. Lick the head. Suck it. Suck my cum right down 
into your belly. Shit, you suck cock good. Fuck my cock with your mouth. 
Uhhhh, uhhhh, fuck it, fuck it, good!" 

Martha was spurred on by his filthy, hot words. She could feel her cunt 
begin to tingle and her clit to burn. Timmy was sucking her pussy into a 
tremendous climax. She knew that this one was going to be even better than 
the others. Timmy, sensing Martha was near her climax, began to swab his 
tongue over her clit faster and faster. Her increasing moans of pleasure 
were evident proof that she was beginning to cum. He licked harder and 
faster. 

Martha sucked Brian's cock with the same equalled frenzy. She could feel his 
balls tighten and his cock become stiff as a rock. She knew he was cumming. 
Brian increased the pressure on Martha's tits as his climax began to sweep 
over him. 

"Oh, Martha," he moaned. "My prick's going to shoot in your mouth. Get 
ready, the cum's going to shoot out. Now, now!" Brian yelped with passion 
and frenzy. His prick began to shoot hot wads of sticky boycum into Martha's 
mouth. She greedily gulped every drop down her throat, grunting and moaning 
with each swallow. 

Timmy, hearing them moaning and groaning, knew they were cumming. His little 
prick began to shoot and he moaned into the foaming pussy beneath his 
tongue. He could feel the tiny clit on his tongue burn and throb. It quaked 
and pulsated in his mouth and he felt a gush of hot syrupy fluid. He dipped 
his tongue into Martha's fuckhole and greedily lapped up her cuntal juice 
with loud slurping sounds. 

Martha spit Brian's cock out of her mouth. He slumped back on the bed, a 
smile spreading across his face. Timmy, too, flopped down between Martha's 
legs. 

"Oh, boys," she cooed. "That fuck was just wonderful. You made me feel so 
good. I hope you both liked it." 

"Oh, yeah," the boys groaned in unison. It was evident that all had been 
totally satisfied. 

"Let's take a shower," Martha said. "Then, when we're all nice and clean, we 
can fuck some more. Is that okay, boys?" 

Both boys grinned and nodded. This was great. 

Aunt Martha was going to spend the whole day sucking and fucking them. They 
hadn't bargained for all that. 

They jumped up and raced for the bathroom. Martha turned on the shower and 
all three stepped in. They began washing each other. Martha handed Brian and 
Timmy each a bar of soap. Brian began rubbing a rich lather over Martha's 
huge tits. He squeezed and pinched her soapy nipples until they looked like 
tiny red mountains, capped with snow. Timmy began soaping her pussy. With 
one hand he began to rub the rich lather between the lips of her pussy. 
Martha closed her eyes as the boys cleansed her body. Timmy dipped his soapy 
finger into her cunt and began to work it in and out. Loud squishing sounds 
could be heard as his finger worked faster and faster. Martha moaned with 
satisfaction. Timmy knew that with a little more finger-fucking, he would 
bring Martha to another blasting climax. 

"Does my finger feel good in your cunt, Aunt Martha?" he asked. 

"Oh, Timmy," she whimpered, "it's making my pussy so hot. I'm going to cum 
in just a minute. Keep fucking me with your finger. Shove it into my cunt 
faster. Uhhh, uummmm," she moaned. 

Brian brutally squeezed Martha's tits in his hands. Martha reached out and 
began to soap the length of Brian's fully erect cock. He spread his legs far 
apart so Martha could pinch and tickle his balls at the same time. His cock 
was slippery and white with foamy soap bubbles. Martha's hand jerked over 
its length faster and faster and Timmy moaned his approval. 

"Jerk it off good, Martha," he growled. "Fuck my prick till it squirts." 

"Turn around toward Brian," said Timmy. "Brian, finish finger-fucking Aunt 
Martha's cunt while I stick my cock up her asshole. Is that okay, Aunt 
Martha?" 

"Oh, yes, Timmy dear," she moaned. "I was hoping one of you would suggest 
that. It sounds like an absolutely filthy, exciting idea. I'm ready. Hurry, 
shove it up my ass! 

Timmy smiled. Gosh, this is going to be great. Imagine, sticking my prick up 
somebody's ass. Wow! 

Timmy soaped the length of his erection, then worked up a foamy lather 
around the puckered opening of Martha's asshole. He grasped his tool in his 
small hand and guided the slippery head toward its goal. "Bend over a 
little, Martha," Timmy said. 

Martha bent forward and Timmy shoved his cock straight into Martha's 
virginal asshole. "Oh," she moaned. Her body shivered at this new intrusion. 
Only in her wildest visions had she thought about having someone stick their 
cock up her ass, and now it was really happening. Timmy had jammed the 
length of his cock up there and it felt wonderful! Better than she thought 
it would. 

Timmy shoved his prick in and out of her asshole with short quick jabs. 
Geez! What a great feeling! I've never felt anything quite as good as this. 
It's even better than sticking it in her pussy. 

Brian continued to shove his finger in and out of Martha's hot, foaming 
pussy. He worked it deeper and deeper into her cuntal chamber. Brian drew 
Martha toward him and smashed her mouth to his. They greedily sucked each 
others tongues in a mad dance of simulated fucking. Martha moaned as 
tingling thrills coursed up and down her spine. George had never kissed her 
that way. She doubted if he even knew how. 

Timmy pumped his cock in and out of her ass and reached around to grasp 
Martha's mammoth tits and gently caress them. He squeezed and pinched on the 
hot nipples that immediately jumped to attention. 

"Squeeze my titties," hissed Martha, completely engrossed in her perverted 
desires. "Ram your cock all the way up my ass, Timmy. Brian, fuck my cunt 
with your fingers. Make me cum, make me cum good!" 

The two boys continued their work eagerly. Never in all their young lives 
had they experienced anything like this. 

Martha continued to jerk on Brian's throbbing tool. She could tell it was 
getting ready to shoot a hot load of creamy cum into her hand. She labored 
over the stiff rod, completely engrossed in the idea of watching it shoot. 
Brian was moaning louder and jerking his hips back and forth to equal 
Martha's expert strokes. His balls began to tingle and burn and he knew that 
he was about to cum. 

"Shit, Martha," he groaned. "My cock's going to spit. It's getting ready to 
shoot right in your hand. Here it cums! Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, ooohhhh!" 

Brian pumped his cock into Martha's hand. Thick spurts of creamy white semen 
jetted out and dropped into the soapy water swirling around Martha's feet. 
As Brian started to cum, he increased the motion of his finger up Martha's 
ready-to-climax cunt. He brutally thrust it in and out, unaware that he was 
hurting her. 

Martha didn't care. She liked being hurt. It felt good. Her clit began to 
throb and burn. Her climax shot through her body like an unchained bolt of 
lightning. 

"Oh, I'm cumming," screamed Martha. "Brian, Timmy, my cunt's cumming. 
Oooohh, fuck, fuck, oohhh." 

As Martha began to scream, Timmy couldn't stand it any longer. His rampant 
little tool was so excited by the moans of pleasure from his companions that 
his cock began to spurt his cum into Martha's tight asshole. 

"Shit, my cock's cumming too," Timmy wailed. "Oh, fuck, it's good. So 
fucking good! Oohhh, uuuh." 

"Geez, Aunt Martha," Brian said, "that was even greater than the last one. 
Each time is better than before. Boy, is it ever great to cum. Sure makes 
your cock feel extra good. Did your pussy like cumming as much as our cocks 
did?" 

"Oh, yes, dears," cooed Martha. "It was just wonderful. I'm looking forward 
to the next time with much anticipation. Do the other boys know what we're 
doing?" 

"Shit, yeah, Aunt Martha," Brian said. "They're looking forward to fucking 
you too." He snickered as he looked over at Martha to see what her reaction 
would be. 

"Oh, dear, really?" she said. "Well, perhaps I can do something for the 
other boys. But as far as you're concerned, Brian, if you don't get rid of 
that smart alecky attitude of yours, it'll be your last time! Understand?" 

"Okay, okay, Aunt Martha," he said sheepisly. I better watch myself or I'll 
talk myself right out of a good piece of ass. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

George raced down the gravel roadway on his way to the agency. He was in a 
great hurry to get there to meet Cindy. He was anticipating another meeting 
with her in the old Bradley house. This time he could spend the whole 
afternoon and part of the evening with her. Old Martha could take care of 
things back at the camp. Besides, if she couldn't, George really didn't 
care. He was going to enjoy himself with Cindy one way or the other, without 
worrying about what Martha was going to say when he didn't come right back. 

George's car squealed into the agency driveway. Cindy's car was already 
there. She was seated behind the wheel, waiting for him. 

George honked his horn as he pulled up. Cindy got out of her car and came 
over to George's car and got in. 

"Hi, Georgie Porgie," she cooed. 

"Hi, you sexy bitch," growled George. "Ready for some of my big hot cock?" 

"You bet," moaned, Cindy, cuddling up to him. "I swore that I wouldn't, but 
the more I kept thinking about your juicy cock, the hotter my naughty pussy 
got, so I decided it wouldn't do any good to worry about it any more. So 
here I am, horny as hell. You better give me one good fuck, Georgie." 

"This big prick of mine will give you all the fucking you could ask for," 
said George as he lewdly grasped the bulge between his legs. "I'm going to 
fuck you the rest of the afternoon and all night. I might just spend the 
whole night chewing on your clit. How would you like that, my sexy cunt?" 

"Georgie, how nasty you are!" snickered Cindy. "However, if you want to suck 
on my cunt all night, that's all right with me. I love having my juicy pussy 
eaten. It's almost better than having a big cock shoved up there." 

"Good," growled George, pulling up in front of the Bradley house. "Here we 
are, so let's get in there and get down to business. After all, we do have 
some business to take care of, you pussy you!" 

They raced into the house and George began tearing his clothes off. "Get 
those things off, cunt. Hurry up, my prick's ready to burst. I think I'll 
let you suck it while I eat your clit. I feel like swallowing a little cunt 
juice right now. How about you? Do you think you'd like to run your hot 
tongue all over this big shaft of mine, until it shoots its sticky load into 
your throat?" 

Cindy stood before George, naked, gently probing her pussy lips with one 
finger. She spread her legs apart and pistoned her digit in and out of her 
cunt. "As you can see by all this juice, Georgie, my cunt's more than ready 
to be sucked on. And my mouth is just watering at the prospect of swallowing 
your cum. Here, lick this and tell me if you like the way it tastes." Cindy 
waved her middle finger in front of George's nose. It was coated with thick 
gobs of cunt juice. George snaked out his tongue and licked her finger 
clean. 

"Um, baby," moaned George. "Your cunt's going to taste just great! Let me at 
it. Lie down and spread your legs so I can crawl right into your juicy 
snatch and gobble it up." 

Cindy lie down and spread open her long, creamy legs. George inched up 
between them until he was only inches away from her cunt. He took in a deep 
breath to catch the heady aroma of her frothing vagina. 

George fingered her clit and ran his finger around the tiny nub, slowly at 
first, then building up speed. He twirled the miniature penis with his thumb 
and middle finger. Cindy threw her head from side to side and moaned with 
pleasure. George dipped another finger into her dripping hole and pistoned 
it in and out. It was driving Cindy wild. 

"Stick your tongue in my pussy, Georgie," she hissed. "Quit all this fooling 
around and suck on it till I squirt my cum into your mouth. Hurry, eat my 
cunt. Fuck it with your long, hot tongue." 

A low growl came from somewhere inside George. He dipped his head forward 
and began to greedily suck Cindy's highly aroused cunt. She moaned and 
screamed with pleasure as George's tongue grated back and forth across her 
clit. He jammed one finger into her cuntal chamber and brutally jammed 
another into her anus. Cindy screamed. George licked on, excited by her 
moans and screams of pleasure. He was going to suck her pussy until she came 
in his mouth, then he was going to ram his giant prod into her hole and fuck 
her until she couldn't stand up. 

George was going to take advantage of this opportunity. He was going to use 
the whole afternoon and the rest of the night to satiate his long-neglected 
need. To hell with Martha. He didn't care. He had his tongue wrapped around 
a sexy clit and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. 

George licked on. Cindy's cunt was so hot George could feel the heat from it 
against his face. Spurts of hot juice were running out of her cunt, 
squishing around his fingers as he drove them in and out with brutal force. 
Cindy was well on her way to reaching a fiery climax, he could tell by the 
way she was humping her ass into the air to meet his fevered sucking. 

"Oh, oh, Georgie," she whined. "Eat it, suck it, faster, harder. My pussy's 
going to cum. Ohhh, ooohhh!" 

Cindy wrapped her legs tightly around George's head, almost crushing it with 
her rapture and passion. Oh, God, she thought. His tongue feels so good. Oh, 
I'm going to cum. My cunt's starting to tingle and burn. It feels so fucking 
good. George sure does know how to suck a girl's cunt to make it feel good. 
Oh, I'm cumming. 

"Georgie, Georgie," she screamed. I'm cumming. It's here. Now, NOW. Ohhh, 
aiiiii. GEORGIE!" 

George grinned as he felt Cindy's pussy begin to throb and pulsate beneath 
his tongue. He licked harder and faster, wanting to bring her to a full, 
smashing, flesh-tearing climax. By the screams of passion and thrusting of 
her hips, George knew that he had done just that. Cindy had reached the 
boiling point and he was feeling quite proud of the way she was begging him 
for more. He had this cunt right where he wanted her. She was his from then 
on. 

"Stick your cock in me, honey," Cindy pleaded. "I need to feel your big hot 
prick ramming into my cunt. Hurry, Georgie, please!" 

"Not yet," hissed George. "I feel like having my cock sucked. Get down here 
and wrap your hot lips around this big shaft! Hurry up! Before I decide not 
to fuck you any more." 

Cindy burned with more passion. She was afraid not to do as George bidded. 
She needed his prick in her cunt, badly. Having her pussy sucked on was just 
the beginning. She needed to get some cock now. Lots of cock. George had 
promised that they were going to spend the afternoon and night doing just 
that. Cindy moved down and hunched over George's splayed form. His prick was 
stiff and erect. George was gently caressing the root of his long staff, 
rubbing and gently playing with his balls to heighten his passion. Cindy 
watched him greedily. 

George looked at Cindy who had her eyes feasted on his throbbing member. 
"Like to watch me play with my cock, huh?" George asked. 

Cindy nodded and licked her dry lips. She had never watched anyone jerk off. 
It was exciting to watch. George ran his hand up and down the length of his 
shaft, slowly at first then faster. 

"Suck on the head," ordered George. 

Cindy opened her mouth and sucked in the spongy cap of George's prick. She 
licked and sucked over the red tip as George continued to rub his hand over 
its length. Cindy sucked in more of George's immense cock. Her ovaled mouth 
was like a vacuum that was preparing to suck clean the long tube it was 
working over. George reached out with his other hand and began to pinch and 
squeeze one red nipple of Cindy's beautifully coned breast. It immediately 
popped to attention. He pinched and squeezed it harder. Cindy moaned as the 
searing pain inflicted on her titty heightened her passion. She licked the 
length of his prick, running her tongue over its length and down and under 
the heavy sacs that were drawn tightly up. Cindy sucked one of the hairy 
testicles into her mouth and gently rolled it around on her tongue. George 
moaned with satisfaction. Cindy sucked in the other out and did the same to 
it. With her other hand she gently began to probe the tight brown opening of 
George's ass. She spit his balls out of her mouth and sucked on her finger, 
coating it with enough saliva to penetrate the anal opening without too much 
pain. She began to work her finger around the tight opening, then she shoved 
it in. 

Cindy shoved and dug her finger into the greasy passage as far as it would 
go. George squirmed with pleasure. The moment Cindy began playing around 
with his asshole, George knew that his climax wouldn't be far off. It always 
triggered his blast j whenever his asshole was played with. George j 
recalled as a young man that this was the heightening of his pleasure. He 
had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone digging their finger 
up there. 

Cindy continued her lavish adoration of his j prick, licking and sucking the 
swollen shaft deep I into her throat. 

"Suck it good, baby," moaned George. "Suck j my cock all the way down into 
your throat." j George pushed Cindy's head down over his shaft. I He could 
feel the head brush against the back of her throat. Great, he thought. She 
sure can suck my cock good. Every time, is like the first time. It gets 
better and better. 

Cindy almost gagged as she felt the mushroomed head of George's gigantic 
prick sliding deep into! her throat. She was determined to eat all of it, to 
suck it until it began to shoot hot wads of sticky fluid into her mouth. She 
licked and sucked it I faster. Cindy wanted to make George cum asj quickly 
as possible so he could shove his mammoth erection deep into her cunt. It 
was aching for his i big prick and the thought of having the immense organ 
buried deep inside her was driving her crazy. Cindy worked her finger 
insanely in and out of George's hot bowels. As she labored over his prick, 
she watched George's face distort with passion and lust. She knew that she 
was doing a good job of sucking his cock by the way it was beginning to 
swell and harden. Cindy knew that within seconds it would shoot off in her 
mouth, then she could have it where she craved it the most. 

George moaned as Cindy continued sucking the length of his tool. It felt so 
good to have her finger shoved up his ass, and each time she pushed it in 
further, he knew that his balls would soon begin to shoot their wad of semen 
into her lusting mouth. 

"Suck it good," he howled. "Oh, shit, I'm going to cum. My prick's going to 
shoot into your mouth, Cindy. Are you ready? Here it comes! Uhhh, aaaahh. 
Oh, fucking good!" 

Cindy smiled as she felt the spurts of white sticky fluid hitting the back 
of her throat. She greedily gulped down all the cum as it shot into her oral 
cavern. She licked all around his cock head, not wanting to miss one drop of 
the sticky fluid. Cindy sat back and licked her lips. A long string of 
George's cum connected their bodies like a spider's web. She scooped it up 
with her finger and greedily swallowed it down. 

"Like that, Georgie?" she cooed. "Did you cum good?" 

"You bet it was good," George said. "It gets better all the time." His hands 
began to roam the length of her lush frame. His fingers gently trailed a 
path from the top of her shoulder down over and around her tender breasts 
and down over the flat of her smooth belly, aiming directly for the little 
forest of love hiding between her sinewy legs. 

"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "I'm so hot. I need your big cock in my pussy. 
Hurry, shove it in. NOW!" 

George pushed Cindy's legs up so they were crushing against her huge 
breasts. He bent down and began to lick around Cindy's sensitive anus. He 
knew she would like that and he got a big thrill out of teasing her. His 
tongue whirled and lashed against the puckered opening. He licked and 
tongued the little brown eye that squinted up at him. He began to run his 
tongue over her gaping slit, now seeping gobs of juice. Cindy moaned and 
wiggled her ass as George dipped his tongue into the pink opening. He began 
to lick and suck all the sticky secretions that poured forth. His tongue 
darted in and out like a tiny penis. He moved up and engulfed the tiny nub 
of her clitoris between his teeth. Slowly he began to nibble on it. Cindy 
shivered and moaned as fiery thrills tore through her pussy. 

"Georgie," she moaned with a tremor in her voice. "Hurry, please don't tease 
me any more. Shove it in my cunt. Please, please. I have to have your big 
prick in my cunt, NOW!" 

George smiled as he increased the nibbling of her clit. He was going to 
tease her until she was about ready to cum, then he would stop. It would 
make the fucking even better if he kept her hanging on the edge, make her 
climax even stronger. Cindy continued to moan and beg to be fucked, but 
George ignored her frenzied pleas. He was enjoying this sadistic little game 
and he intended to play it right up to the end. His tongue continued to 
grate and rasp over the small protuberance beneath his tongue. Cindy began 
to arch her hips into the air and pump her ass back and forth in fucking 
rhythm. George knew that she was almost there, just a second more. Cindy 
began to moan and cry. She was about to reach her peak of ecstasy. He halted 
his lavish attention of her pussy as suddenly as he had begun. 

Cindy's eyes popped open with surprise. "What are you doing?" she cried. 
"Don't stop now. Please, I was about to cum. Why did you stop, George? 
What's the matter? Please, make me cum!" 

George looked down and smiled at the surprised Cindy. "In a minute," he 
replied with a sadistic smile spreading across his face. George began to rub 
his hand over her quaking mound. Cindy knew he was teasing her and, at 
first, she hated him for doing it to her, but as George continued to rub his 
hand over her pussy lips, hate gave way to sex-filled hunger. She closed her 
eyes and savored the tingling sensation that was rising in her cunt. 

George was ready to stick his cock deep inside her now. He pulled apart her 
legs and crawled between them. He knelt above her, his pudgy hands grasping 
the near-bursting tool between his legs. He began to run his hand up and 
down the length until it was sufficiently hard and throbbing. He penetrated 
Cindy with one brutal thrust. 

She screamed in agony as George's prick plowed forward, slamming his rampant 
cock inside her hot chamber of love. Gradually though, Cindy began to meet 
his thrusts with the same brutal force. Each time George pushed his prick 
forward, Cindy upheaved her ass to meet his powerful strokes. 

"Uhhhh, uhh," she moaned with ecstasy. "Fuck me, Georgie, fuck me with that 
big, beautiful prick of yours. Make me cum good." 

George worked his cock in and out, slowly, then withdrawing the head 
completely and then shoving it back in with all the force he could get 
behind it. Cindy met every forward pitch. She was nearing her climax. George 
had done a good job of licking her pussy and now she was on the verge of a 
tremendous climax. She knew this one was going to be far better than all the 
others. She could feel a tingling, burning sensation rising deep inside her 
belly. Her pussy began to maddeningly throb and pulsate and, within seconds, 
Cindy's climax swept over her like a cascading waterfall hitting the rocks 
below. A burst of fire ripped through her cunt, causing her body to quiver 
and shake. It seemed to start at the tip of her toes and work its way 
swiftly up through her body. 

"I'm cumming, Georgie," she screamed. "Your prick is making my cunt cum. 
Here it is! Ohhh, ohh, God, George!" 

George felt Cindy's clitoris throbbing and the inner walls of her cuntal 
chamber squeezing and contracting around the swollen shaft of his prick. He 
felt his own climax pouring down over him. The fire ball tore through his 
balls and shot the length of his cock, spitting forth a torrent of hot, 
sticky lava into the chamber it was nestling inside. 

George slumped down on top of Cindy. The last spurts of semen subsided and 
began to seep onto the floor in a large, wet pool. 

"Like that, cunt?" growled George. Cindy moaned her approval. By far, it had 
been the best climax she had ever reached. George really knew his job and 
Cindy knew that she couldn't deny her body the pleasure that George was 
giving her. She made up her mind that she would just have to work something 
out when Hank came home. His love making could never equal George's. Five 
minutes of fucking was all that Hank, a young, twenty-three-year-old could 
muster up. Cindy shuddered at the thought of solely depending upon him for 
her sexual release. No, she thought. I'm going to continue seeing George. He 
makes me feel good, better than Hank ever did. I'm not going to give it up. 
I'm not! 

"What are you thinking about, honey?" George asked. 

"Oh, a ... I was just thinking how good you make my pussy feel," sighed 
Cindy." 

"Well, if you think that was good," replied George. "Wait until I stick this 
big shaft up your tight little ass." 

"Oh, no, not that again. Please, George, not that!" cried Cindy, a fearful 
look in her big blue eyes. 

"Yes, cunt," growled George. "I'm going to stick it up your ass again. I 
like it. It's nice and tight in there. You'll like it after I get it in. 
You'll see. You'll beg me to fuck your ass just like you did before." 

George grasped the long, fat sausage that hung limply between his legs and 
began to rapidly thump his hand up and down the length, getting it hard and 
ready for the tight little box he was going to package his big piece of meat 
in. Cindy watched with fear as George began jerking on his dick ... it was 
exciting to watch. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the small red sausage 
begin to grow more before her eyes. "Ohhh," she moaned. 

When George was satisfied that his prick was big and hard enough to ram up 
her ass, he pushed Cindy down on the floor. 'Turn over, cunt," he hissed. 
Cindy got up on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in George's pudgy 
face. 

George guided the massive shaft of his cock toward the puckered tight eye 
that was squinting up at him, tightly shut as though to block out the sight 
of the massive invader that was approaching it. The bulbous purple head 
pressed against the tight anal ring and with a loud yell, George thrust 
forward with all his might and power, the head of his cock tearing past the 
small anal passage before it ... resisting no longer, the powerful head had 
gained the ground it was seeking. 

Cindy screamed in agony as she felt the head of George's immense prick 
thrust into her poor little asshole. It hurt even more than before. She 
could feel the agonizing pain as it ripped and tore past the pitiful small 
opening and breezed its way into her anal passage. She felt as though there 
were a huge spike driven into her anus and up into her belly. The pain was 
excruciating and Cindy couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Take it out," she screamed. "Georgie, it hurts, please take it out. I don't 
like it. GEORGE!" 

George ignored her cries of displeasure. He liked it. It was even tighter 
than before and it felt as though his prick was being slowly strangled. His 
balls began to tighten as he pumped his horny weapon in and out of Cindy's 
bruised rectum. George reached under her and, with one hand, began to flick 
her clit with the nail on his finger. Cindy began to relax. George increased 
his finger motion on her clit. Cindy was no longer protesting. She was again 
beginning to enjoy it. George had won. Soon she would be begging him to 
shove his prick all the way up her ass, and he was going to do just that. He 
continued to ram his prod all the way up her nether channel. Cindy felt 
George pull back and suddenly she felt the gigantic head of his cock surge 
forth into her cunt. He drove his spear in and out of her fuck chamber 
several times then, as Cindy began to enjoy it, he pulled his prick out and 
rammed it once more into her asshole. This time he shoved a little harder 
and, for a split second, Cindy thought he had torn clear through into her 
cunt. She screamed with displeasure, but George pumped on. His prick was 
ready to cum. He could feel his churning balls begin to tighten and his cock 
was engorged and throbbing with blood. It felt like the head of his cock was 
going to blow clean off. 

"Oh, fuck me George," moaned Cindy. "Fuck your big cock in my ass. Make me 
cum. Uhhhh, ooohhh." 

George increased his pumping and, with the last stroke, felt his balls begin 
to tingle and burn. The lightning swept up through the mammoth tool and shot 
forth streams of hot jism into Cindy's ass. 

Cindy felt his cock spurting and her own climax went shooting through her 
body. The fire swept down over her, the heat of the blast centered on her 
throbbing clit. 

"Georgie, she screamed. "I'm cumming. Oh, I'm there now. Oh, my God! It's 
good, ohh, ohh!" Cindy drifted off somewhere into oblivion. All she could 
feel was the sweet thrills and the burning fire tearing through her pussy. 
She drifted off into unconsciousness. 

George rolled over beside the lifeless form of Cindy. Whew, he thought. That 
was fucking good. Guess I blew her mind, too. George looked over at the lush 
form of his lover. Boy, I sure dig fucking you, he thought. Look at that 
beautiful little pussy of yours. 

George moved down between Cindy's legs. He poked at her foaming pussy and 
pried open the creamy lips to look inside. He dipped his finger into her 
slit and began to work it in and out. Her cuntal chamber was filled with her 
secretions. George removed his finger and licked off her cunt juice. "Ummm, 
good," he mumbled. 

His finger wormed over her clit. He rubbed it back and forth over the tiny 
nub that was hiding behind its protective covering. George rubbed it faster. 

Cindy dreamed that two handsome, six-foot studs were working her body over. 
She could feel her pussy being played with. She was getting hot again. One 
of the handsome young men was sucking attentively on her left breast, 
twirling the tiny pink nub between his teeth, biting and sucking it into a 
turgid erection. 

Cindy moaned with passion. Her cunt was being sucked. She could feel a hot 
tongue rasping over her clit. It felt good! She automatically spread her 
legs apart so her dream lover could get in a bit closer. He continued to 
lick and suck on the tiny bump. Suddenly Cindy's eyes popped open. It wasn't 
a dream. Of course. Georgie. Dear, sweet Georgie was eating her cunt. She 
looked down between her legs. George smiled at her with his eyes. 

"Oh, Georgie," she cooed. "Oh, suck my cunt. Suck it good. I want to cum 
right in your mouth. Oh, eat my juice out. Oh, fucking good!" 

George grated his tongue over her clit. He stopped momentarily and coated 
his finger with thick saliva. He rammed it right up Cindy's asshole. She 
hunched upward to receive the full force of the invasion. George licked on. 
Cindy's cunt was beginning to flow heavily. Her cuntal secretions were 
smearing across George's face. He greedily lapped and sucked them up like a 
hungry puppy chewing on a mouth-watering bone. He pistoned his finger 
brutally in and out of Cindy's anal passage. She moaned with satisfaction. 
It was a wonderful feeling having a tongue licking her pussy and a finger 
stuck up her ass. She loved it. 

George reached up with his other hand and began to squeeze the tiny pink bud 
of her voluptuous breast. He squeezed it as hard as he could, then ran his 
fingernails across her creamy mountain, leaving a raw trail of scratch marks 
across her breast. 

George inserted another finger into her pussy. His two fingers worked their 
way in and out of both her passages. He continued to lick and suck on 
Cindy's clit. She writhed with passion on the floor of the deserted house, 
moaning and crying for George to eat her cunt faster. 

"Georgie, oohh, suck on it. Oh, it feels so good. Yes, yes, eat my pussy. 
Eat it until I squirt my cum right into your mouth." 

Her head rolled from side to side with passion and her squeals of joy and 
lust resounded off the walls. 

George pushed two more fingers into her pussy. He thrust them in with as 
much force as he could. Cindy's cunt was filled as well as her anal passage. 
George was spurred on by her lusting wails of passion. 

J wish I could shove my cock in there while I lick her cunt, he thought. 
Wow, would that be something else. I just can't seem to get enough of this 
hot cunt. 

Cindy continued to wail as her lust increased. George was bringing her to 
another fierce climax. She hunched her ass into the air, almost knocking 
George off balance. Her legs were grasping the sides of George's head so 
tightly he thought for a moment that she would crush his skull during her 
frenzied lust. 

His tongue squirled around the swollen nub while his fingers in both her 
channels increased in tempo. 

Cindy began to feel a burning flame building within her and knew that she 
was on her way to another blast. The tingling, burning flame ripped through 
her cunt, tore into her quaking clit, and her pussy squeezed and pulsated 
around George's cramped fingers. He could feel it grasping them. It was a 
weird feeling. 

"Oh, it's cumming, Georgie," Cindy screamed. "I'm cumming. Oh, lick it 
faster, suck all my cunt juice out. Ohhh, oohhh." 

George was so excited by her filthy words of lust that his prick began to 
burst into a thousand stars. A thousand tiny clusters of fresh-made cum 
swept out and pooled between Cindy's long legs. 

George moaned with pleasure. It had again been a great cum, for both of 
them. George rolled over on the floor. He smiled at the ceiling. What a 
cunt, he thought. What a great piece of ass I've found. 

For a second a vision of dull Martha flashed across his mind. Just for a 
second, George wished that it was she he was fucking. What am I thinking a 
stupid thing like that for? he thought. I don't need Martha. Not any more. 
He glanced over at the nude, beautiful form of the girl that had just given 
him so much pleasure, but the thought remained. Wonder what it would be like 
to fuck old Martha after all these years? He contemplated it while inserting 
his finger once more in Cindy's juicy cunt. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Martha sat on the lake pier watching the boys playing in the water. Where is 
George? she thought. He's been gone most of the afternoon. The sun's almost 
down. Where can he be? 

Martha couldn't imagine why George hadn't returned. She was thinking all 
kinds of thought. Perhaps he had gotten into an accident and was in a ditch 
somewhere, hurt. Perhaps she should call the police to see if they knew 
anything about George. Just as she rose to go to the phone, a small green 
car pulled into the driveway. A golden-haired boy got out and strolled over 
to Martha, a wide row of sparkling white teeth flashed at her. 

"Mrs. Dunkin," I'm Arnold Gary. I'm here about the junior counselor job. 
You're still looking for someone, aren't you?" 

It took Martha a moment to compose herself. Her eyes swept over the form of 
the handsome youth standing before her. His golden body glistened in the 
afternoon sun. Martha immediately noticed the huge bulge between his legs. 
The tight white slacks he was wearing didn't conceal the fact that he had a 
huge cock. Martha's mouth began to water. She could almost feel his big 
prick stuffed up her cunt. 

"Oh ... a ... yes, of course," mumbled Martha. "We are still looking for a 
counselor. How old are you?" 

"I'm sixteen, ma'am," replied Arnold Gary. 

"Oh, my," stuttered Martha. "Oh, aren't you a big one for your age?" Her 
eyes centered on the bulge in Arnold's slacks. 

Arnold caught Martha looking at his cock and smiled. What a horny old broad, 
he thought. Not too bad looking. Nice big tits. If she'd lose a little 
weight, she'd be a pretty good looker. Nice face, too. It might prove very 
interesting working here. 

Arnold responded to Martha's question. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am kinda bigger 
than most guys my age. Well, here's a list of the places I've worked 
before." 

Martha took the sheet Arnold handed her. She hardly glanced over it. The 
moment he stepped out of the car, Martha knew she wanted him around. It 
might be quite interesting to see if she could seduce this young stud. She 
smiled and extended her hand. "You're hired," she said. "Welcome to Dunkin's 
Landing. I'm Martha Dunkin. My husband George is off somewhere. The 
counselor's cabin is right next to the boy's dormitory. Shall we?" Martha 
walked toward the cabin, Arnold following her. His eyes rested on the swell 
of her big ass as it wiggled in front of him. There was something quite 
sensual about this woman. Arnold had an impulse to reach out and pinch her 
rounded buttocks, but he thought better of it. Too soon. I'll wait and play 
it by ear, he thought. 

"Come up to the house after you get unpacked," Martha said. "I'll fix you a 
bite to eat." 

Arnold snickered. I know what I'd like to eat. A nice piece of hot pussy. I 
can tell that yours sure must be hot. Your old man must be a real dud! We'll 
see if Arnie can do something about that real soon! 

Martha prepared Arnie some cold chicken and potato salad. She set two 
places. It was obvious that George wasn't coming home. Martha thought for a 
second about calling the police again, but decided against it. Her pussy was 
aching again and she decided to try and seducing this amply endowed youth 
before the evening closed. She began humming to herself. 

Arnold Gary appeared at the doorway and knocked. "Hi, Mrs. Dunkin. I'm all 
unpacked and I introduced myself to the boys. They didn't seem too friendly, 
though I wonder why?" 

"Oh, Arnold, come in please," cooed Martha. "Here, sit down. I've set a 
place for you. I guess George won't be coming home till much later, so we'll 
eat together." 

"Oh, swell," Arnold said. Martha was glancing down at his prick again, and 
he suspected that she had things in mind other than eating the cold chicken 
and potato salad he noticed on the table. 

They sat quietly eating their cold supper. Aside from their munching, the 
only sounds that could be heard were the yells of the boys in the dorm. 

Martha picked up a chicken leg from her plate and began to lick the length 
of it. Arnold watched her intently. Woww, the way's she's eating that 
chicken leg, you might think she was chewing on some guys cock. Probably 
mine. Shit, she's making me hot. That old bitch! She sure is a cockteaser. 

Martha's eyes were glued to Arnold's all the time she kept chewing and 
licking on the chicken leg. She ravenously tore off a piece and moaned as 
she greedily swallowed it. Martha licked her lips slowly, making sure she 
stuck her tongue all the way out and licked the sides of her lips. She had 
one hand under the table. He wondered if she was playing with her cunt. 

Shit, he mused. This old dame's a gas! I bet she is playing with her pussy. 
Well, I'll play her little game. I'll let her think she's seducing me. This 
is going to be very interesting. 

Martha continued eating with her left hand. Her right hand was busy poking 
at the distended nub between her legs. She wondered if Arnold knew what she 
was doing. By the way he was looking at her, she suspected he did. He also 
began greedily licking the leg of his chicken. Martha visualized him licking 
her pussy instead. The heat between her legs began to increase steadily. 
Arnold was chewing his meat and giving little grunts of pleasure as he did. 
Martha wiggled her bulbous butt on the chair. It was getting unbearable. I 
wish he'd do something,-she thought. Oh, he's putting his hand under the 
table. I wonder if he's rubbing his cock. Oh, I wish I could see. Perhaps I 
could pretend to drop something so I can see whether he's fondling that big 
shaft. 

"Oh," Martha said as her fork hit the floor with a clatter. "How clumsy of 
me." 

Arnie smiled. He knew she was going to look under the table to see what he 
was doing. Boy, was she ever going to get an eyeful. While Martha had been 
busily playing with herself, Arnie had unzipped the fly of his tight slacks 
and took out his prick. It was fully erect and hard. Wait till she sees how 
big it is. Boy! This is going to be fun! he thought. 

Martha bent down to pick up the fork. Her eyes darted under the table. Her 
hand flew to her mouth as her eyes beheld the longest, thickest cock she had 
ever seen in her whole life. Arnie was gently running his hand over the 
thick length. A tiny drop of pear-like fluid was dripping from the piss 
slit. "Oh," she moaned. I want to suck and lick on that, she thought. 

Martha's hand was shaking as she replaced her fork on the table. 

"I see you found what you were looking for," Arnold said. 

"Oh, yes, Arnold," mumbled Martha. "I better get another fork. Can I get you 
something while I'm up?" 

"The question is, Mrs. Dunkin," he replied, "can I get you something while 
I'm up?" A broad, teethy smile broke across his face. 

Martha blushed as the play on words hit her. Arnold Gary was asking her if 
she would like some of his big hot prick. Martha was shaking inside. Should 
she say yes? What would she be getting herself into? Not only was she 
fucking the young boys at the camp, but if she gave in to her impulses, she 
would be fucking this young, good-looking counselor as well. The ache in her 
groin was rapidly increasing. Why shouldn't she? After all, he was 
practically inviting her to romp with his long tool. She was becoming as 
horny as hell. Before Martha could make a decision, Arnie rose from the 
table, his long pink tool standing straight out from the opening in his 
tight slacks. 

Martha's eyes grew wide and she gasped as she saw the boy's enormous cock 
bobbing before her eyes. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Oh, my," moaned Martha. "Arnold, what are you doing? You naughty boy. Put 
that big cock away immediately. What must you be thinking?" 

Arnold stroked the length of his huge prick. Martha couldn't tear her eyes 
away from the lurid sight. Her pussy was beginning to cream and she knew 
that as he continued doing what he was, she would soon give in to her erotic 
desires. 

"Look at my nice big prick," Arnie said. "Would you like me to stick this 
big hot thing right up your cunt?" He continued pumping on his massive 
organ. His hand increased speed and, within seconds, the head of his cock 
was burning red with passion. 

Arnie stepped closer to Martha. It was as though she were mesmerized, 
hypnotized by the sight of the boy stroking the huge piece of meat swaying 
before her hungry eyes. 

At first Arnie had decided to let Martha seduce him, but as the little game 
continued, Arnie decided that Martha was unsure of her feelings and might 
decide to back out. He would have to take the initiative before she decided 
what she was about to do was wrong. 

Arnie stepped closer and, with his free hand, began to lift the hem of her 
dress. The material began to slowly rise over Martha's staunch form. Arnie 
watched intently, the leg band of Martha's white panties began to peep out 
from under her dress. Arnie could see the indented vee of her crotch and the 
shadowy valley between her legs, barely visible through the thin panties. 
Martha stood perfectly still. Inside, her body was trembling. Her pussy 
juice was flowing. Never had she felt anything quite like this. Arnie really 
knew how to tease. Martha felt stupid and unsure of herself in comparison to 
this obviously experienced youth of sixteen. He knew exactly what he was 
doing and wondered how many stupid old women he had done the same thing to. 

Arnie continued to raise Martha's dress. It was being pulled over her 
voluptuous breasts. The huge mounds suddenly appeared as the last of 
Martha's dress was hauled over her head and thrown aside. Martha looked down 
and could see her own reflection. She saw Arnie's head nuzzling into the 
triangle between her legs. She could feel his hot breath blowing across her 
pussy. Arnie began to rub the palm of his hand over the indentation in the 
white panties. He began to poke and probe the dark exterior before his eyes. 
Martha automatically spread her legs wider so Arnie could continue with what 
he was doing. He let go of his massive organ and slowly began to pull 
Martha's panties down. He left them in a muddled heap around her feet. Once 
more Martha felt a blast of hot air hitting her sensitive cuntal lips. She 
cried out loud as she felt something hot and wet dip into her cunt. Arnie 
began to lick and suck on her clit. His tongue was like a jack hammer, 
darting in and out of her cuntal chamber and then over her clit. Arnie 
grunted and moaned as he feverously sucked between Martha's legs. He reached 
both hands behind her and caressed the fleshy mounds of her ass while he 
showered her steaming pussy with loving adoration. He pinched and squeezed 
her buttocks until crude red welts began to form on Martha's sensitive skin. 

"Oh, Arnie," she cried. "Don't squeeze me so hard. You're hurting me!" 

Arnie ignored her pleas. He squeezed harder and sucked faster on the juicing 
cunt under his tongue. His oral rapier licked and grated with continuous 
momentum between the highly sensitive lips of Martha's frothing pussy. 

"Oh, no," moaned Martha. "Oh, Arnold, please stop. Please. This is all 
wrong. Oh, oh." Martha reached down and spread apart the swollen lips of her 
cunt. She was so confused that she didn't realize she had even done it. Her 
passion was mounting. She continued to beg Arnold to stop, yet pulled the 
lips of her pussy open even wider. She bent her legs a little, causing her 
lower torso to be tited in just the right angle for Arnold to dip his tongue 
in further. 

Martha was going crazy with lust. At first her guilt swept over her. She 
genuinely wanted Arnold to stop eating her pussy, but as he continued to 
lick faster, her pussy made up her mind for her. She had let him go this 
far, why not all the way? What difference would one more cock make anyway? 
It felt so wonderful to have her pussy sucked on. Martha could see that 
Arnold's prick was near to bursting. She licked her lips in eager 
anticipation of sucking that long shaft barely visible beneath his kneeling 
form. 

"Oh, Arnie, oh," Martha whimpered. "Suck my cunt. Eat it up. Lick all over 
my clit. Suck it into your mouth. Make me cum. Hurry, hurry. I want to cum 
right in your mouth!" 

Martha was no longer feeling guilty or shocked by the filthy words of lust 
that came streaming from her lips. All she could think of was the hot tongue 
reaming in and out of her cunt and the vision of her sucking Arnold's big 
hot prick. She reached out for Arnold's head and pushed it further into her 
foaming pussy. Any second now the firecrackers would burst inside her, 
sending a shower of brillant stars through her being. 

This old broad's a gas, thought Arnie as he ardently continued to suck 
Martha's cunt I bet she's one hell of a good fuck, too. Probably could fuck 
for hours. Boy, her pussy sure tastes good! 

Arnie continued to lave his tongue back and forth over the sensitive little 
nub. Martha was well on her way to reaching a furious climax. She was 
beginning to squeeze and tangle her fingers in his curly blond hair. 

Martha's clit began to tingle and burn. Her climax was sweeping over her. 
The firecrackers began shooting into her pussy and up through her belly. 
"Oh, oh," she moaned. "Oh, Arnold dear, my pussy's cumming. Oh, it's here. 
Now! Oh my God! Oh, ooohhhh!" 

Spurts of hot juice sprayed into Arnie's mouth and over his chin. He 
greedily licked up all the juices that spurt forth from Martha's spasming 
cunt. He knelt back and looked up into Martha's radiant face. 

"Like that, Mrs. Dunkin?" Arnie asked, a wide smile spreading across his 
face. He could tell by the dreamy expression on Martha's face that she had 
enjoyed it, and it made Arnie feel important because he had just given this 
older woman great sexual satisfaction. Something her husband couldn't 
achieve. 

"Oh, Arnold," cooed Martha. "It was just wonderful. May I suck your cock? 
I've never seen one that size before, and I'm curious to see if I can fit it 
in my mouth." 

"Well, let's go lie down in your bed where we can be more comfortable. Then 
you can eat all the prick you want. Eat it until it shoots gobs of cum down 
into your belly." Arnie grabbed his big shaft and gave it a few loving 
strokes. Martha became excited when she watched him playing with it. Arnie 
wanted to please her any way he could. 

Martha led Arnie into the bedroom by his long prick. Her hand curled gently 
around the immense girth. "Oh, I just love the way it feels," she cooed. "So 
big and long. I know it's going to stuff my cunt full! I just can't wait for 
you to shove it inside me. 

Arnie got down on the bed, his gigantic prick standing straight up toward 
the ceiling. Martha sprawled on the bed beside him. She began to examine his 
lengthy tool with much curiosity. 

"Lick all over my prick," Arnie said. "Suck on the head a little and then 
start to suck the whole thing into your mouth." 

"Oh, yes," moaned Martha, eager to start on her momentous journey. 

Martha began to lick along the sides of Arnie's immense cock. She ran her 
tongue eagerly along its length and down and under his tightly drawn testes. 
She began to fondle and tickle them. Arnie moaned with pleasure. Martha had 
an impulse to suck one into her mouth. Gently, she sucked one of his hairy 
testicles into her hot mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue and licked 
and sucked on it. She slowly began tickling the puckered eye of his ass with 
her fingernail. Martha crawled down between Arnie's legs and began licking 
around the sensitive brown anal opening. She could tell he was enjoying it 
immensely. Arnie was grunting and moaning with pleasure. Martha reamed her 
tongue all the way into his nether channel and began to lick the shitty 
opening clean with quick swirling motions. Arnie's prick seemed to swell 
even larger. Martha grasped the mammoth boyfuck tool and slowly began to 
caress it. If she stroked it too long, it would burst. She wanted to save 
that for when she had it deep into her throat. Martha edged forward and once 
more engulfed his lengthy prod into her mouth. Slowly she began to move up 
and down the length. She quickened her pace and each time more of Arnie's 
immense shaft disappeared into her throat. Inch by inch, Martha consumed his 
boyish prick. Arnie watched in total amazement as his gigantic prick began 
disappearing into Martha's throat. Martha was grunting and growling as she 
sucked his cock deep into her throat. 

Arnie even suspected that, if she tried a little harder, she could probably 
suck in his balls, too. Shit, what a broad! he thought. Never in all his 
life had anyone been able to eat the whole length of his gigantic cock. It 
felt great! Arnie was in seventh heaven. He propped his head up on the 
pillow and arched his arms behind his neck. He was going to watch this show 
till the cum-bursting end. He wondered whether he would choke Martha when he 
shot his load of cum into her mouth, but Martha continued to suck it in. She 
devoted several minutes to licking and chewing on the rosy cap of his prick. 
Tiny drops of pre-coital semen were dripping from his cockhead and Martha 
greedily lapped them up. She looked up at Arnie and was pleased to see he 
was enjoying her lavish attention of his cock. Obviously she was doing a 
good job of sucking on this mammoth bludgeon. 

Arnie began to moan and Martha knew that he was reaching his climax. She 
sucked in his cock just in time for the volcanic eruption of cum that shot 
in great spurts and globs into her throat. Martha quickly began to swallow 
the immense flow of cum that came shooting forth. She thought that she would 
not be able to take all of it, the way it was shooting out in a great flood. 
Never had she eaten so much boycum before. Greedily Martha swallowed every 
drop of Arnie's semen. He watched in amazement as Martha spit his empty cock 
out of her mouth, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. She knew she 
had accomplished something that no one else had ever done. She had eaten the 
whole length of Arnie's big prick and sucked in all of his joy juice. She 
felt a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach and shivered with joy at the 
thought of having so much of this golden youth floating around inside her. 

"Jesus Christ, Martha," moaned Arnie. "You sure are one hell of a good 
cock-sucker. Nobody ever took my whole prick into their throat. Boy, you 
sure are great. Now it's my turn to give you the greatest pleasure of your 
life. You're going to get this cock shoved into your pussy and I'm going to 
fuck you till you beg for me to stop. You haven't been fucked until you've 
had this pole of mine in your snatch." 

Martha smiled at Arnie. She had never felt so wanted and adored as she felt 
now. Arnie was overwhelmed by her taking in all of his cock and she knew 
that he was going to give her the best fuck of her life. 

Martha spread her legs open for Arnie to crawl between. 

"You know, my prick's very long, don't you?" Arnie asked. "I bet you've 
never seen animals fuck, have you?" 

"Oh, no," whispered Martha, her face turning slightly red. "Why that's just 
filthy, watching animals fuck. I'd never watch such a thing." 

"It's not filthy when we fuck, is it? Then why should it be dirty to watch 
animals do their thing together? Besides, it sure does turn you on to watch 
them." 

"No, no," mumbled Martha, turning her head away. 

Arnie continued with the subject and at the same time started working his 
finger into Martha's steaming pussy. 

"Wouldn't you like to see dogs fucking? Seeing his long red tool come 
sticking out from between his legs and trying to stick in the female's 
cunt?" Arnie asked, looking at her intently to see her reaction. By the way 
her pussy was juicing, he knew his words were turning her on. 

"How would you like to have a dog's prick stuck up your cunt, Martha?" he 
asked. 

"Oh, Arnie, no," she gasped. "Oh, that's so awful and filthy. I ... I'd 
never do such a filthy thing like that. Oh, it's just too disgusting to talk 
about. Please change the subject." 

"Okay, okay," agreed Arnie. "But you must like it a little because your cunt 
is creaming to beat the band." 

"Well, perhaps talking about it does turn me on a bit, but I ... I would 
never consider doing such an awful thing. Oh, dear, never." 

Arnie continued with the subject in spite of Martha's dislike of it. "Do you 
know that most dogs like to lick a woman's pussy? Wouldn't you like to try 
it and see how it feels? They can lick your cunt for hours." 

"Oh, Arnie, please," cried Martha. "Please don't tell me things like that. 
It sounds like something terrible to observe. I surely wouldn't want some 
nasty dog licking me. Oh, dear, how awful." But as Martha protested, deep 
down inside, she was wondering what it would be like to have a dog licking 
her pussy and wondered how it would be to have his hot red tool pumping in 
and out of her cunt. She had heard that once that their dog dicks get in, 
they pump like a jack-hammer. My God, thought Martha. Why am I thinking such 
filthy thing? It sounds so dirty and exciting and I do wonder what it would 
be like. As Arnie continued to dip his finger in and out of her pussy, 
Martha dreamed on about having a dog fucking her. 

Arnie's prick was at full stance again and he was ready to dip his prod into 
Martha's aching pussy. He knew that deep down inside, she wanted to have a 
dog licking and fucking her. The old broad was willing to do just about 
anything. He wondered just how far she would go to achieve sexual 
satifaction. Arnie had a few interesting ideas up his sleeve and, if Martha 
was willing, and he figured she was, he would try them out on her, but first 
he was going to stick his dick in her. She deserved one good fuck after the 
great blow-job she had given him. He would never forget it. It would 
probably be the best one he would ever get. He figured that no one could get 
his prick in their throat all the way, but here was someone who could and 
Arnie was a little reluctant in letting this little jewel escape. 

Arnie figured that he had to find some way to make a permanent home here so 
he could enjoy Martha's great attribute, and maybe a few fresh virgins on 
the side to wet his appetite. 

Arnie grasped his lengthy tool and proceeded to drive it into Martha's 
aching cunt. She moaned with pain and pleasure as the huge head of his prick 
barely penetrated the inner walls of her vaginal passage. Arnie pushed on 
and Martha screamed with agony. 

"Oh, it's too big, Arnie," she screamed. "Take it out. You'll tear me apart 
with it. Please, no more! It just won't fit inside me!" Arnie ignored her 
pleas. He pushed it in a little further. Martha squirmed and twisted her 
body in an attempt to dislodge the massive invader from tearing her pussy 
asunder. 

"Just lie still, bitch," growled Arnie. "If you let me do all the work and 
relax a little, I'd be able to get it in without too much pain. Just relax 
now, Martha." 

Martha tried to do as Arnie said, but the size of his monstrous boycock was 
frightening and she knew that if he got the horrible tool inside her, it 
would probably tear her pussy apart. 

Arnie inched forward a little more. Martha began to relax and enjoy it. It 
diJnl feel too bad now. Her pussy was getting wet allowing the huge organ to 
slip in a little bit at a time. She began to pump her ass in rhythm with 
Arnie as he drove his cock in further and further. 

Martha began to enjoy his immense cock and within seconds she was begging 
him to slam the whole length of it deep inside her cunt. 

"Oh, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Shove your big prick all the way in my pussy. I 
want it all in there. Hurry and fuck me and make me cum with your beautiful 
long cock." 

Arnie increased his rhythm. It was obvious that Martha's pussy had the same 
capacity as her mouth. It was gobbling the entire length of his prick deep 
inside her and, within a few seconds, all of his slippery, pumping cock was 
buried deep inside her pussy. 

Arnie thrust his cock in with quick strokes. Martha met each one with the 
same force. 

"Oh, oh," she whined. "Oh, darling Arnie, fuck me, fuck me with your big 
cock. Oh, it feels so good inside my pussy. So big and hot and tight. Oh, I 
just love it." 

Arnie smiled. God, what a hot cunt! Never in all his young life had he 
fucked a woman who could take the entire length of his organ inside her 
belly. It felt tight and hot and the inside of Martha's pussy was clutching 
and grabbing on his near bursting tool. Within seconds he would shoot a 
fiery load of boycum into her womb. 

"What a great cunt you have, Martha," he growled. "My cock's being squeezed 
like crazy. You keep sucking on it like that and it's going to shoot off 
inside you." 

"Oh, yes," cooed Martha. "I want you to cum inside me. Cum now. Shoot your 
hot cum into my pussy. I'll cum with you. My pussy's so hot it's going to 
shoot all over your big hot prick. Cum now, shoot that hot jism into my 
pussy. Make me cum, hurry, HURRY!" 

Arnie pumped on, almost withdrawing the length of his gigantic organ up to 
the head, then brutally shoving it all the way back in. Martha whined with 
ecstasy. Never had her pussy been so completely filled. She knew that this 
was going to be the greatest climax she had ever reached in her entire life. 
Even better than the ones she had reached with Timmy and Brian. Arnie's 
immense boyfuck shaft was filling her cunt to overflow and giving her so 
much pleasure that she vowed she would not let him leave Dunkin's Landing at 
the end of the summer. She would have to think of some way to keep him there 
permanently. Not only would she enjoy the favors of the younger boys, but 
she would lavish most of her attention to her new lover with his gigantic, 
rock-hard spear. 

Martha heaved her ass higher and higher into Arnie's powerful thrusts. Both 
were on their way to reaching a thunderball of unleashed passion. 

Martha felt Arnie's body go rigid and knew that his climax was pouring over 
him. She could feel thick spurts of his boyfuck juice hitting the inside of 
her womb. Arnie began moaning and grunting in Martha's ear. Just as Arnie's 
bolt of lightning shot through his pounding cock, Martha felt her own climax 
tear into her. A white hot flame ripped through her clit and tore through 
the insides of her pussy. Her body bucked and shook from the immense force 
of the climax. Arnie rolled off Martha to lie quietly beside her on the bed. 

Martha sighed. Should I ask Arnie if he'd like to stay here permanently? Or 
perhaps I'd better wait before I say anything to him. I'll have to find some 
way to convince George that we need him around here full time. I'll think of 
something. I've just got to have him. I won't let him go! Martha looked over 
at the handsome adonis beside her and smiled. 

Arnie smiled back. "Did you like that, Martha?" he asked. "I did. I have to 
admit I've never been fucked so good in my whole life. You sure are one hot 
cunt." 

"Oh, Arnie," Martha said. "I loved it. It was the most beautiful fuck I've 
ever had. And that's the truth. My husband has never satisfied me like that. 
It was just wonderful. I could just fuck and fuck and never stop fucking 
you." 

Martha hugged Arnie. They stayed with their arms wrapped around each other 
and drifted off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

George dropped Cindy off at the agency where she had left her car earlier 
that day. Tomorrow he would be taking the older boys camping and she should 
drive up to Pine Inn and get a room there. He would camp just over the hill 
and would be able to come up at night after the boys were asleep. Cindy 
agreed to meet him there the next day. 

George pulled up in front of his house. The lights were out and it was 
quiet. Only the crickets and the frogs seemed to be enjoying the warm summer 
evening. George glanced at his watch. It was 3:15 AM. Martha had probably 
hit the ceiling when he didn't come home. He wondered what excuse he would 
give her. 

Arnie sat up with a bolt in the darkness. He heard a car door slam and heard 
footsteps crunching in the gravel driveway. 

Must be her husband, he thought. I'd better get the hell out of here. Arnie 
jumped out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and crawled out the bedroom window. 
The frogs and crickets continued their evening sonnet as night crept over 
Dunkin's Landing. 

Martha stirred as the early morning sunlight streamed through the open 
window. She turned over and looked at George, who was still sleeping. 

Well, you old goat, she thought. Finally decided to come home after all, 
huh? I wonder where you were. Martha reached over and shook her snooring 
husband. 

"Huh. wha...? " 

"George, George, wake up," snapped Martha. "You're going to sleep your life 
away." 

"Oh, Martha," mumbled George sleepily. "Good morning." What should I say 
about last night? Before he could give Martha an explanation, she was out of 
bed and closing the bathroom door. 

George looked after her as she departed from the room. Martha was stark 
naked! She had slept the whole night without her old flannel nightgown. And, 
by God, she had lost some weight. Funny I didn't notice it before. She 
looked pretty damn good. What's gotten into her? She hasn't slept in the raw 
since the day we got married. It must be the heat. 

George justified this unusual occurrence and climbed out of bed. He had a 
lot to do this morning. All the camping gear had to be made ready for their 
trip. The boys were up and ready to go, and had been since 5:00 AM. 

Martha came out of the bathroom. "It's all yours, George," she called as she 
headed for the kitchen to make coffee. George eyed her curiously. Martha was 
wearing a pair of tight green slacks and a white halter top. He had never 
seen her in anything like that before. She looked damn good! 

Something's going on around here, he thought. Maybe I've been away too much. 
Something's changed Martha. Or maybe I'm just looking at her differently 
now. Oh well, I'll talk to her about it when I get back from the trip. 

Martha waved at Arnie through the kitchen window. "Arnie, bring the boys in 
for breakfast," she called. 

Arnie waved back and, a few seconds later, a hungry herd of boys overtook 
the Dunkin kitchen. 

"Sit down here, Arnie," said Martha, "next to me. George'll be in any minute 
and I'd like to introduce you to him. Well, here he is!" 

George came ambling into the kitchen. "Hello, Uncle George," called the 
boys. 

George mumbled a good morning and then spotted Arnie sitting next to Martha. 
"Well, who do we have here?" 

"George, this is Arnold Gary, our new Junior Camp Counselor. He arrived 
yesterday, when you were away some place." George noted the implication of 
danger in her voice. 

"Well, that's fine, just fine," said George. "Arnold Gary, you say. What do 
they call you, son? Arnie, or Gary?" 

"Arnie's fine, sir," he replied. 

George eyed the handsome youth. Hum, he thought. Kinda big for his age. A 
damn good-looking kid, too. I wonder if it's him Martha's all gussied up 
for. Old fool! Flaunting herself around a little kid like that! George eyed 
Arnie curiously through breakfast. 

Martha noticed his intent staring at Arnie, and then at her. She knew that 
George suspected something. She grinned. He actually looked jealous. Well, 
good! Let him wonder about me for a change. I suspect he's been showing more 
than houses lately. 

Breakfast was over with and the boys scampered out of the house to get their 
gear together. 

"Okay, all you guys," yelled George, "get your packs on and let's go." 

Brian, Timmy, and several of the other boys walked up to George. 

"Uh, Uncle George," said Brian, the older of the eight boys, "we're going to 
stay here with Aunt Martha." 

"What?" George said. "Whatta-ya-mean, you're staying here? You've been 
hacking at me for the past week to go on this trip, and now you tell me 
you're staying behind. What the hell for?" 

Martha spoke up before George could do any more yelling. "Now, George, don't 
get angry with the boys. They want to stay here with Arnie and me. They just 
decided not to go camping after all. You know it's quite a climb for the 
smaller boys. Just take the big ones with you. We'll be fine. Don't you 
worry." Martha eyed George with a slight smirk breaking across her lips. II 
only that old goat knew what was going to happen when he left, he'd not set 
foot out of this house. 

George looked at Martha and then eyed Arnie suspiciously. He looked from 
Brian to Timmy and the other boys. Something screwy about all this, he 
thought. Oh, fuck, who the hell cares? The less brats I have to look after, 
the more time I'll have to fuck Cindy. 

"Okay," mumbled George. "Stay here if you want to. No harm done. We'll make 
better time without the small kids anyway. Come on, guys, packs on. Let's 
start hiking up that mountain!" 

"Good-bye, Martha. See you in about one week." George kissed Martha on the 
cheek and he and the boys headed up the trail to Pine Mountain. 

Martha waved them on, then turned and looked at her circle of young lovers. 
A greedy, sinister smile started spreading across her face. 

"Well now, my dears," cooed Martha, eyeing each one intently. "What can we 
do that's exciting and interesting while Uncle George's playing on the 
mountain?" 

Brian, Timmy and the other boys looked at one other, grinned, and jabbed 
each other. They knew exactly what would be interesting and exciting while 
Uncle George was away. They evilly eyed Arnie. He was going to be a thorn in 
their side. They didn't like him from the first day he arrived. They had 
noticed his big cock in the shower room and decided that he was going to be 
a threat to their little orgies with Aunt Martha. Somehow they would have to 
get Arnie out of the way. 

As George moved up the trail to Pine Mountain, they noticed Arnie's arm 
sneaking around Martha's waist. Something definitely was going to have to be 
done about him. 

"Well now," said Martha, "why don't we all go down to the lake and take a 
nice morning swim?" 

However, Martha had more on her mind than swimming. She figured that if she 
got the younger boys interested in doing something, she and Arnie could 
sneak off to the house and frolic in bed for a while. 

Everyone raced down to the pier after putting on their swim suits. Martha 
thought that she had really put something over on the boys, but they didn't 
miss a thing. 

"Hey, Timmy," Brian said, "there goes Aunt Martha up to the house with 
Arnie. I bet you ten to one they're going to get it on." 

"Aw, shit," moaned Timmy. "My cock's so stiff now I'm afraid if I stay in 
the lake too long, it'll freeze and break off. Aunt Martha sure has been 
neglecting us since he arrived yesterday. What're we going to do?" 

"I don't know," Brian said, "but I know one thing. I'm going to get 
something out of this one way or the other." 

"What do you mean, Brian?" Timmy asked. 

"If Aunt Martha and Arnie are going to get it on, why can't we watch them? 
It's almost as good as doing it yourself." 

"Shit, yeah," agreed Timmy. "Hey, guys, come on. We're going to watch Aunt 
Martha and Arnie fuck!" 

The rest of the boys rushed over to Timmy and Brian, who explained what was 
going on. The boys agreed that, if they couldn't get a piece of the action, 
they might as well watch it. 

"Oh, Arnie," cooed Martha, as she shut and locked the bedroom door. "I think 
the boys are swimming for now. They won't bother us for a while." 

"Naw, shit. We'll have plenty of time to get off two or three good cums. My 
cock's already rising to the occasion." Arnie grabbed the protruding bulge 
in front of his swim trunks. 

Martha eyed it hungrily. "Hurry and take off your trunks," she said, getting 
extremely excited. Her pussy was already beginning to crave some more of his 
hot cock. 

"How do you want it today, baby? Up your cunt or up your ass?" Arnie asked. 

"Oh, my God, no," moaned Martha. "Surely not up my ass. I could never fit 
the whole length of your big cock up there. It would tear me to pieces." 

"No it won't," Arnie said. "I'll just stick the head and a couple of inches 
in. It'll feel wonderful. You'll see." 

"Oh, I don't know, Arnie. I don't want to be hurt," Martha said. She was 
getting a little frightened. Just the thought of having his throbbing tool 
buried deep inside her bowels was making her shiver with fright. She had 
never done it, outside of having little Timmy's prick in there. His dick was 
so small it hardly felt like anything was in her asshole at all. 

"Arnie, I know you can't fit that big mushroom head in there. It's just too 
big. It won't fit." Martha whimpered at the thought. 

"Listen, cunt," hissed Arnie. "My cock's going to get a piece of ass this 
morning. I said I'm going to stick it up there and, by God, that's where 
it's going to go. Now get that swim suit off and stick your ass up where I 
can get at it!" 

Martha reluctantly took off her swim suit. Yesterday Arnie had been so 
gently and loving, but today he seemed mean and cruel. Martha wondered 
whether she had made a serious mistake or not by letting him fuck her. She 
was at his mercy and had to do whatever he wanted. 

As Martha climbed onto the bed and propped herself on her hands and knees, 
neither she nor Arnie were aware of the eager, smiling faces that peeped in 
through the bedroom window. 

Brian, Timmy, and the rest of the boys had choice seats for the Grand 
Premiere. And what a premiere it was going to be! 

"Got any cream or something like it?" Arnie asked. 

"There's some cold cream on the dresser. Why?" said Martha, slightly 
puzzled. 

"There's some cold cream on the dresser. Why?" said Martha, slightly 
puzzled. What on earth does he want cold cream for? 

Arnie got the bottle off the dresser and scooped some up and smeared it over 
the head and length of his prick. He inched his way onto the bed and crawled 
up behind Martha. 

"Oh, please Arnie," she begged. "Don't hurt me! I'll do anything you ask, 
just don't stick it in there. Please." 

"Just relax as much as you can, and pretty soon you'll love it," soothed 
Arnie. 

Martha's ass was tilted up into the air, the puckered brown eye squinting up 
at Arnie. It was squeezed so tightly shut that Arnie had to lubricate his 
finger and work it into the small opening to ease it wider for penetration. 

Martha winced as he drove his finger into her shit channel. 

"Okay, baby, get ready," ordered Arnie. "Here it comes." 

Martha's body coiled up like a snake. She froze with fear. "Oh, God, no, 
no!" she cried. 

Arnie grasped the length of his greasy boyfuck pole and began to ease the 
large mushroom head forward. It was so large in comparison to the tiny 
opening that for one moment he almost decided not to attempt it. He didn't 
want to hurt Martha. She was good to him, and a great piece of ass to fuck. 
But his passion and the sight of her rounded buttocks sticking in his face 
changed his mind, and he pushed his dick forward. 

Martha cried out in agony as the large capped pole penetrated the pitiful 
small anal opening. A monstrously sharp pain tore through her bowels and, 
for a moment, she thought he had ripped her asshole open. She felt the 
silken head of his greased cock slide into her asshole and a few inches of 
his shaft with it. 

Arnie moaned with ecstasy as he rammed his prick in and out of Martha's ass. 
It was wonderful. Tight and hot, like he knew it would be. 

Martha began to relax. It's not so bad after all, she thought. It feels 
better if you relax. Martha gave in to her perverted desire and began to 
fully enjoy the savage thrust of his cock in her anus. 

Arnie could feel the cloying heat and the suction grabbing at his prick. It 
was sucking the cum right out of his plundering cock. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Geez, will you look at that!" whispered Brian. "He's got that big pole of 
his shoved right up her asshole. Wow, I wonder what that feels like?" 

"I know what it feels like," piped Timmy. "I know because I had my cock up 
there yesterday." 

"Aw, shit, you liar," Terry said. "You didn't either." 

"Yeah, Terry, he did," Brian confirmed. "We fucked Aunt Martha together. I 
fucked her cunt and Timmy stuck his prick right up her ass. Just like 
Arnie's doing. You know, I could even feel Timmy's cock while I was sticking 
mine in her pussy. It sure felt great!" 

"Wow," the boys whispered. "When's it going to be our turn?" 

"Shit," moaned Brian. "My cock's getting hot watching all this ass-fucking. 
I'm going to jerk off while they're fucking. It sure is turnin' me on. How 
about you guys? Ain't all that fucking makin' you hot?" 

All the boys agreed that they were getting turned on by the erotic scene 
they were viewing. Very shortly all the boys were pumping their cocks and 
gluing their eyes to the window in front of them. 

"Oh, Arnie, fuck my ass," Martha said as she humped her ass back on Arnie's 
prick. The whole length of his cock was buried deep inside Martha's crapper! 

"Shit," Arnie said. "You've got my whole cock up your ass. I can't believe 
it! You sure are a greedy pig, aren't you? You've got to have the whole damn 
thing. Wow, I never got my cock so deep in anybody before! Shit, what a 
fuckin' piece of ass!" 

Arnie pumped on and moaned with ecstasy. Martha begged him to ram it further 
in, but Arnie had all of his greasy dick in and there just wasn't any more 
to shove. 

"Oh, play with my clit, Arnie," she said and moaned. 

Arnie reached around and began strumming on Martha's clit. He rubbed and 
pinched the tiny nub until it was stiff and erect. He continued to pinch and 
squeeze it, heightening Martha's pleasure as he plunged his cock to the 
depths in her bowels. 

"Oh, Arnie," Martha said. "Oh, it feels soooo good. I love it. Shove it in 
harder. I want more of your big prick up my hot ass." 

Arnie smiled and drove his shaft in harder and faster. At any minute his 
balls were going to erupt and shoot a torrent of sticky boyfuck fluid into 
Martha's anal passage. He pumped on, driving Martha into a wild frenzy. She 
was on the edge of reaching a blasting eruption, too. Arnie continued to 
strum on her clit, then drove his middle finger deep into her steaming cunt. 
Martha moaned with passion. She was about ready to cum. He drove his shaft 
in harder and harder. 

"Oh, Martha," he moaned. "My prick's going to shoot a hot load into your 
ass. Oh, shit, here it comes. Oh, uughh. Fuck!" 

"Me, too," Martha said as she felt a blast of heat tear through her cuntal 
walls. Her whole body began to shiver and pulsate. She could feel Arnie's 
hot cum pouring into her sore ass, but she didn't care about the pain. All 
she could feel was the hot burning sensation ripping through her clit. It 
was wonderful. 

Arnie pulled out his shriveling member. The size of his cock when it wasn't 
erect was still large, and Martha continued to eye it hungrily. 

Arnie slumped down beside Martha. "Now, how did you like that?" he asked. "I 
told you it'd be great once you got used to having it in there. I sure did 
like it. Your asshole was nice and tight." 

"Oh, yes," moaned Martha. "I did love it. It was the most wonderful 
experience. I'm looking forward to next time already." 

Arnie began caressing her large breasts. He pulled one of Martha's swollen 
nipples into his mouth and began to chew on it. With his other hand he began 
to squeeze and pinch the swollen mounds of flesh. Martha moaned. She reached 
down and grasped the elongated pole between his legs. Arnie's prick was 
already at full stance and getting ready for another fuck session. Martha 
was ready and eager for another bout with his gigantic cock. She couldn't 
get enough of it. 

"Like to have it stuffed in your cunt now?" he asked. 

Martha nodded her head in agreement. 

"First I'm going to lick on that juicy cunt of yours. I feel like eating 
some hot meat right now. I'll get it nice and hot for my big prick, then 
when you're about to cum, I'll stick it in. Pull open those cunt lips for 
me, baby," Arnie hissed. Martha reached down and pried apart the swollen 
lips of her pussy. Her cuntal chamber was wet and shiny. Arnie poked at the 
tiny nub hidden under its protective tent. He began to rub his finger over 
and around it in circles. Martha whimpered with ecstasy. Arnie slid his 
finger down and into her juicy cunt. The slippery ooze flowed out onto the 
sheet. Arnie wormed his finger deep into her steaming hole. He pushed it in 
as far as he could and began to pump it in and out. He knew Martha was ready 
to cum again, but first he was going to chew on some nice juicy meat first. 

He dipped his tongue into the frothing cunt. Martha moaned as Arnie swished 
his tongue on and around her sensitive clit. His tongue grated back and 
forth and darted into the pink, juicy cavern. He enjoyed eating Martha's 
pussy. He knew that she was enjoying it and it turned him on to hear her 
whine and moan with passion. His tongue licked faster over the distended 
nub. 

"Oh, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Oh, God, suck it, lick it good. Oh, oh, it 
feels so good. Your tongue is wonderful. My cunt's so hot I'm going to cum. 
Lick it faster. Hurry, HURRY!" 

Arnie swabbed the sensitive area more quickly. Martha's cuntal juice was 
seeping out and covering his chin and face with a thin coat of slippery 
cream. He licked on, eager to bring her to a full, smashing climax. He 
wanted to eat all her cunt juice out when she came in his mouth. 

Martha grabbed Arnie by his ears and tried to pull him deeper into her hot 
cunt. Arnold knew that she was going to cum. She began to hike her ass into 
the air and pump in unison with his licking motion. 

"Oh, Arnie, I'm going to cum. Oh, it's coming," cried Martha. "Oh, oh, aiii. 
Fuck me. Oh, oh." 

Arnie felt Martha's clit vibrate and shake under his tongue as he greedily 
lapped all her cuntal secretions. He dipped his tongue into the dark, pink 
cavern in an eager attempt to lap up all her cream. He didn't want to miss a 
drop of the delectable fluid. 

Arnie crawled forward, grasped his fuck tool in his hand, and drove it into 
Martha's newly climaxed pussy. 

She screamed as Arnie brutally shoved the entire length of his shaft deep 
into her cunt, but shortly Martha was meeting every thrust and heave he had 
to offer. Both were carried away in mindless ecstasy. No one paid attention 
to the grinning faces that were peering through the window. 

"Holy shit," Brian said. "Look at him eat her cunt out. Did you ever see 
anything like that before?" 

"What's he doin'?" whispered Larry Turner. "Move over, I can't see! Shit, 
what's that he's doin' to her now?" 

"You dummy," Brian said. "Haven't you ever seen a guy eat pussy before?" 

"Oh, is that what he's doing?" Larry said. "I was kinda wonderin' what it 
was called. Well, I ain't never eaten pussy before. How the hell was I to 
know?" 

"What can you expect from a little twirp like you?" Brian asked. "You ain't 
even got a prick worth talking about yet." 

"I have to," retorted" Larry, grasping the little organ in his small hand. 
"Look, here it is." 

All the other boys began to laugh at the sight of Larry's little dick. 

"Shut up," whispered Brian. "They'll hear us and you'll ruin everything. I 
wanna see all this. Shit, I wanna stick my prick up her ass, too. I'm going 
in. To hell with that old Arnie getting all the goodies!" 

"Are you crazy?" Timmy asked. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Aunt 
Martha's going to be awful mad if she knows we were watching her get sucked 
and fucked. You better wait, Brian." 

Brian was already tearing past them and stalking into the house. He was 
going to get a piece of ass, and he was going to get it NOW! 

Arnie and Martha were so tangled together that they didn't notice Brian 
standing by the bed until he spoke to them. "Well, well," he said. "Looks 
like somebody's getting fucked!" 

Martha screamed and Arnie jerked his cock out of its warm nest of love. 

"What the hell do you think you're doin', Brian?" Arnie said. "You get your 
little ass out of here before I beat it!" 

"Aw, naw," said Brian, shaking his head. "I got a hot cock too, and we were 
here first. We been fucking Aunt Martha long before you came, and we're not 
going to let you just walk in here and spoil everything. Either she fucks us 
or we'll tell Uncle George that it's you that's been fucking her. He won't 
think we done anything wrong. We're just little kids. We don't know any 
better." 

Martha looked over at the window and saw the rest of the boys peering in. 
Brian meant what he said, and if she didn't continue fucking them too, they 
would tell George and it would all be spoiled. 

"Oh, Arnie, it's all right. I have to do what they want or they'll spoil it 
for us. Don't be mad, please!" 

Arnie couldn't believe what he had heard. Shit, he knew she was a horny old 
broad, but he didn't know she was that horny. She was fucking all those 
little twirps, too. Well, he didn't have any claim on her and it was her 
business what she did. He decided he'd better go along with it, or he 
wouldn't get any more cunt either. He wanted to stay at Dunkin's Landing 
permanently, so reluctantly he agreed to do as Martha suggested. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

George and the boys reached the top of Pine Mountain by mid-afternoon. They 
set up their tents, unpacked the gear, and dug in. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon fishing for dinner. As the sun began to 
set, George and the boys sat around the campfire eating their freshly caught 
trout and baked beans. It had been a good catch and everyone was thoroughly 
enjoying themselves, George especially. Within a few short hours he would be 
cuddled up with his dick inside Cindy's exquisite pussy and pumping away 
into joyous ecstasy. He propped himself up against a nearby pine and 
recalled past memories of Cindy. 

Cindy had arrived at Pine Inn earlier that morning. She settled down and 
waited for the day to pass. She was eager to see George and was enjoying the 
mountain air and the quiet seclusion. There would be nothing to worry about 
up here. No Martha to keep George from being fully occupied with her. Cindy 
hummed to herself as she applied a few drops of her exotic perfume to 
George's favorite parts of her anatomy. She put on a diaphanous pink nightie 
that reached down to the floor. This was going to be a very special evening, 
not like all the other times before when the only place to fuck was at her 
new house, that was empty and cold. 

Cindy pirouetted in front of the window, turning from side to side and 
billowing out the full skirt of her night gown. Her voluptuous breasts with 
their rosy nipples were visible through the skimpy material. Cindy had 
nothing on underneath and the golden vee of her pussy was like a neon light 
beckoning for a cock to stuff it. 

She sat on the bed and began brushing her long, golden hair. Cindy glanced 
at the clock. It was 10:15. George would arrive at any minute. Surely the 
boys must be sound asleep by now. 

Just then she heard a knock at the door and heard George call her name. 
Cindy rushed over and flung it open. She and George raced into each other's 
arms. 

"Hi, baby," whispered George. "Miss me?" 

"Oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "I'm not the only one that missed you. Pussy 
missed you, too. We've been sitting here thinking about your dick all 
evening. Pussy says hurry up and stick it in. I'm hot and ready for a good 
fucking. And look, Georgie, we get to fuck on a bed, not a cold floor. Won't 
it be wonderful?" Cindy danced around the room gleefully. 

George began undressing and, after he had shucked of his clothes, he got on 
the bed, watching Cindy. 

"I sure like that nothing you've got on," said George. "Come on over here, 
cunt, and let me at the golden pussy I see." 

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," teased Cindy. "What'll you give me if I 
come over there?" 

George reached between his legs and grasped his immense rod. He stroked the 
length several times and presented it to Cindy. "This is what I'll give you 
if you come over here. Some of this big hot prick. You know you want it 
stuffed up' your cunt, so come on over here and let me shove it in." 

Cindy pranced over to George and crawled up on the bed. She got up close to 
George's cock and began scrutinizing it closely. 

"Hmmm, what are these?" she asked. 

"Those are bells, and they're going to be ringing pretty soon." 

"Oh," said Cindy, continuing with her little game of cat and mouse. "And 
what, prey, is this monstrous, long shaft here?" she said as she began 
stroking George's long cock. 

"That's my pogo stick." 

"Really? What do you do with your pogo stick?" 

"Well," George said as he jumped on Cindy, "I stick it in your deep well, 
and here it comes!" 

George yanked Cindy's gown up and plowed his prick to the hilt in her golden 
cunt. 

"Oh, Georgie," she moaned. "Oh, shove that stick all the way into my hot 
cunt. Fuck it, fuck it good. I want to cum all over your big shaft. Oh, fuck 
me, fuck, fuck." 

Cindy threw her head from side to side and whined as George rammed the 
length of his massive organ deep inside her cavern of love and passion. He 
continued to brutally pump it in and out, then he stopped and withdrew it 
completely to the end, only the mushroom head of his prick was barely 
touching the entrance to the steaming cavern. George plowed forward again, 
burying his prick to the very end in Cindy's cunt. She could feel his 
prickly balls slapping against the inside of her thighs and wished that he 
could shove his balls inside her pussy too. 

"Feel good, baby?" George said. He closed his mouth over Cindy's and began 
to gently probe her mouth with his tongue. Cindy lashed her tongue to his 
and together their tongues entwined in a mad dance of love. Cindy sucked on 
George's tongue as he drove his cock in and out of her foaming pussy. 

"Uhhh, aaaahhhh," moaned George with every forward thrust. God, what a 
fucking good cunt, and I've got a whole week to fuck her in. 

"Oh, oh, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "Oh, your prick feels so good in my cunt. 
Oh, fuck it, make it shoot all over your big hot cock. Fuck me harder. Hurt 
me, make it hurt good!" 

George pulled out his dripping dick. It was greasy and wet with Cindy's 
cuntal juices. He pushed her legs onto her pink round titties. Her gaping 
pussy was staring up at him, smiling and inviting him to reenter the cavern 
of passion. George dipped his tongue into Cindy's foaming twat. He began to 
lap up all her cuntal secreations. He chewed on her tiny pink clit, making 
it swell and burn. He began to lick all over her pussy lips and down and 
into the puckered brown nut of her anus. Cindy whined and moaned. She loved 
to have George lick her ass. It made her pussy tingle and burn and she knew 
that if he continued to lick and suck on it, her pussy would soon shoot wads 
of cum into his mouth and face. 

"Oh, lick my ass, Georgie," she hissed. "Lick and stick your tongue in my 
asshole. Ream it out good. Lick it. Make me cum. Oh, I want to cum, honey!" 

George dipped his tongue into Cindy's cunthole and then out and into her 
ass. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could get it, savoring the nutty 
flavor flavor of her anal channel. 

Once more he rammed his cock deep inside her pussy. Cindy's legs were 
pressing tightly against George's chest and the full length of his prick 
could fit into her steaming snatch. George was sure, if he pushed just a 
little harder, he could shove his balls in too. What a feeling that would 
be. Wish I could stick my balls in. 

George heaved forward, slamming his cock in just a little further. Cindy 
cried out with passion and lust, urging him to fuck her harder, to slam it 
harder into her cunt. George knew that she was going to cum at any second. 
He could feel her clit getting hotter and the inside of her pussy was as hot 
as the inside of a volcano that was going to erupt all over his flaming 
prick. 

"Oh, God, Georgie," moaned Cindy. "It's coming. Oh, oh, your prick's making 
it cum. Oh, oh, aiii." Cindy became motionless for several seconds as the 
flaming dart ripped through her clit and up into her pussy. George could 
feel his prick being seared with her hot juices and then he felt his own 
volcano erupting. An unleashed path of lava, shot from his swollen balls up 
the length of his prick, out the tip, and into the cuntal cavern it was 
stuffed into. There was so much cum pouring out from both Cindy and George 
that it ended up on the sheet in a large wet pool. 

George pulled his shriveling prick out of Cindy's cum-filled cunt. It made a 
sad plopping noise as it withdrew. Cindy always hated that moment. She 
wished she could keep his huge tool buried deep inside her cunt forever. It 
left such an empty feeling after he took it out. She wished he would just 
leave it in four hours and lie atop her and never move. 

"Oh, honey, that was so good," Cindy said. "It was the best yet." 

"Yeah, wasn't it?" agreed George. "I've got a nice little surprise for you 
tonight, something I'm sure you've never had before. Bring me that bag I 
left under my coat." 

Cindy rushed over to the chair and grabbed the brown package. She flopped 
down onto the bed and eyed it curiously. 

"Open it," said George. "I bought it just for you." 

"For me," cooed Cindy excitingly. "What is it?" Her hands trembled as she 
tore open the package. 

"Oh, my!" gasped Cindy as she looked down at the object in her hand. It was 
the exact replica of a man's prick, complete with hairy testicles. It had a 
cord attached to it also. 

"Like it?" asked George. 

"Oh, yes," moaned Cindy. "It looks so real. Oh, Georgie, I never had a 
vibrator in my pussy before. Turn it on and stick it in me. Hurry, make me 
cum with it." 

George plugged in the vibrator. Cindy spread her legs open. George crawled 
between them so he could get a better view of her cunt while he shoved in 
the simulated penis. It was twice the size of his and thicker. He wondered 
if Cindy could take it all. He flipped on the switch and low humming sounds 
emitted from it. 

"Are you ready?" hissed George. 

Cindy pulled her pussy lips open so George could shove it in. 

George brought the large head of the vibrating cock toward the entrance of 
Cindy's cunt. He began to move it up and around her clit. 

Cindy moaned with passion. "Oh, oh, how wonderful. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, 
Georgie. Stick it in, hurry!" 

George guided the head of the fake cock toward Cindy's open slit. He could 
look right in and see the inside of her pussy. He could see the pink meat 
expanding and contracting in eager anticipation of grabbing onto the immense 
cock that was about to get shoved into it. George pushed the head into 
Cindy's snatch. 

"Oh, it's too big," she wined. "It won't fit!" 

"It'll fit," assured George. "Just relax and let me play around with it for 
a while." George pushed the head a little further in. Cindy's pussy slowly 
began to open and admit the monstrous head. George watched in amazement as 
the head slowly disappeared into Cindy's hot snatch, gobbled up like a 
hungry animal. 

Cindy moaned and began pumping her ass in rhythm to the vibrator inside her 
cunt. It was wonderful. Even her asshole was beginning to tingle. Never had 
she felt anything quite like this. George shoved the instrument in a few 
inches more. Cindy's cunt greedily took it. 

"Oh, how wonderful it feels," she moaned, throwing her head from side to 
side with frenzy. "Oh, aiii." 

George grinned. Her moans and groans were turning him on. His prick was 
beginning to swell again and he longed to shove it deep inside her cunt once 
more, but he continued to shove the vibrator in further. 

"Like that, baby?" he asked. "Isn't that good? Are you going to cum?" 

"Oh ... oh, yessss," whined Cindy. "It, ... it's starting to burn. Oh, 
Georgie, it's making me cum. Oh, oh, aiii." 

George watched Cindy's cunt snap and close over the simulated cock. She was 
really having a good one. She began to scream mindlessly with passion. 
George almost felt his climax sweep over him as Cindy began to cum. He tore 
the vibrator out of her cunt and climbed between her legs. He couldn't wait 
any longer. He had to shove it in her. He had to cum. George grasped his 
lengthy tool in his hand and shoved it in. 

"Oh, yes, more, more," cried Cindy, mindlessly babbling. "Fuck me some more, 
more, more. I need your big cock some more." 

George was willing to please. He needed her hot cunt wrapped around his 
prick. The moment it entered her, the cloying heat from her pussy ignited 
his cock and he began to shoot hot pellets of jism into her cunt. 

"Oh, baby," said George. "Oh, your cunt's makin' my prick shoot. Here it 
comes. Agghhhh, aaahhhh." 

They bucked and moaned together, a tangled heap of mindless passion, their 
bodies and minds soaring out into space, drifting off into the night. 

George awoke feeling something hot wrapped around his cock. He looked down 
and saw Cindy greedily sucking on his prick. It was stiff and erect and 
everything was still and quiet except for Cindy's slurping mouth on his 
cock. She ran her tongue down and over the length, as though she were 
licking a long candy cane. She tickled his balls with her fingernails and 
ran her tongue over and under them. Gently she sucked one of George's balls 
into her mouth and began to roll it around on her tongue. George closed his 
eyes and let Cindy suck his balls and prick. Her tongue was wet and hot as 
it snaked up and down the length. She began to work around the large 
mushroomed head of his prick. She slowly sucked the cap in with a loud 
slurping sound. George could feel her running her tongue around the rosy 
cap. She dipped her tongue into the tiny piss slit and probed it as deep as 
she could. George shivered as her tongue did magical things to his distended 
cock. Cindy worked for a short time on the head and, with one quick sucking 
sound, drew the entire length of his prick down into her throat. George 
heaved his ass upward, trying to shove it in deeper. He could feel the back 
of Cindy's throat and knew that she had it in as far as it would go, but he 
pressed his ass upward again, trying to get her to suck in a little more. 
Cindy began probing his asshole with her finger. She knew George liked that, 
so she dipped her finger into it as far as she could. 

George moaned as Cindy shoved her finger up his anus. It felt wonderful. 
What a glorious way to wake up, thought George. There's nothing better than 
waking up with a hot mouth sucking your cock. 

"Oh, suck it good, Cindy," George said. "Eat it all. Suck my cock till it 
shoots into your mouth." 

Cindy was so turned on that she couldn't bear it. She continued sucking 
George's prick. She wanted to make him shoot off into her mouth. She loved 
to swallow his hot sticky cum down into her throat and into her belly. Her 
pussy was hot and she wanted to cum too. 

Cindy turned around so her pussy was facing George. George knew what she 
wanted. Once more he took the vibrator and shoved it into her cunt. George 
could feel Cindy moaning on his cock. The vibration made his balls tingle. 
He switched the synthetic cock on and shoved it in further. Cindy began to 
hump her ass in rhythm to George's prodding. 

George couldn't contain himself any longer. Along with shoving the vibrator 
into Cindy's pussy and having her suck on his prick, he knew he was going to 
cum. His prick began to swell even larger as if someone pushed a magic 
button. George's cock began to shoot jet after jet of hot sticky man fuck 
fluid into Cindy's mouth. She could feel the hot pellets flowing into her 
throat and she greedily swallowed them. George shoved the last few inches of 
the vibrator all the way into Cindy's hot cunt and, just as he buried it as 
far as it would go, Cindy began to moan and cry as she sucked on his cock. 
George knew she was cumming. He looked down and Cindy's pussy was squeezing 
and pulling the vibrating cock deep inside. He could even see her clit swell 
and pulsate as a blast of heat tore through her body. 

Cindy spit George's limp cock out of her mouth and slumped back on the bed. 
George switched off the vibrator and pulled it out of Cindy's cunt. It was 
gooey and slippery with her pussy juice. He had a sudden impulse to taste 
her juice, so he began to lick it off the vibrator. Cindy watched him 
hungrily. 

"Oh, Georgie, it turns me on to see you do that," she said. "God, that's 
wild! Let me lick it too." Cindy crawled up beside George and, together, 
they licked the vibrator clean. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The days fled by quickly. Arnie and Martha had spent every day and night 
enjoying each other, in between pacifying the younger boys so they would 
keep their mouths shut. She didn't mind too much. She enjoyed reaching a 
climax and the more cocks she had to play with, the merrier it would be. 

Martha stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Larry and another boy 
were sitting on the bed waiting for her. They were both naked and their 
little cocks were straining and hot. They jumped to their feet when Martha 
came into the room. 

"Well, boys," she cooed. "I guess I know what you're waiting for. Shall we 
get down to business?" 

The boys grinned and began to fondle their little pricks. 

"Stand close together," said Martha. "I feel like sucking some cock this 
morning and you have suck darling little pink ones, so clean and fresh and 
pink. Not a hair in sight. How darling!" 

They boys got as close together as they could. Martha knelt in front of 
them. Their tiny pricks were staring her in the face. Martha snaked out her 
tongue and began to lick both cocks at the same time. The boys whimpered and 
moaned with pleasure. They watched intently as Martha's great breasts 
flopped back and forth as her body moved with her sucking. 

Larry, a little more brazen than Bobby, reached out and began to pinch the 
rosy nipple in front of him. "Can I suck this into my mouth, Aunt Martha?" 
he asked timidly. 

"Of course, darling," Martha said. "Do anything you like, that's what I'm 
here for." 

Larry bent over and sucked on Martha's big red nipple. Martha could feel him 
bite and lick on it. It felt delicious. She continued to run her tongue over 
their two prods. They began to stiffen and stick out further. 

"When I open my mouth real wide, you stick both your cocks into my mouth. 
That way I can suck on them at the same time. All right?" 

"You mean you want them both in at the same time?" asked Larry. "Will they 
both fit in there!" 

"Of course, silly," Martha said and laughed. "Now just stick them in like I 
told you." 

Martha opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked both boycocks into 
it. The boys grinned and jabbed each other. "Gosh," they moaned. 

God, this is wonderful. So utterly dirty and filthy, thought Martha. 

She sucked on the cocks and played with their balls at the same time. What a 
thrilling experience to have two cocks in your mouth instead of one. 

I'll have to try it with one or two of the older boys. I think I could fit a 
little bigger prick in there. 

Martha snaked her tongue down and over their cocks. The boys moaned and 
groaned. Martha knew that they would shoot off within seconds. After all, 
they were just children and hadn't learned to hold their cum back yet. 

"Gosh, Aunt Martha," Larry said. "My cock's starting to feel awful funny. 
I'm going to cum now, I think." 

"If it's starting to burn and you feel a tingle in your balls, dear, I guess 
you're going to cum." 

"Me too," Bobby said. 

Martha sucked a little harder. She could feel their cocks stiffen and knew 
that they were going to shoot off together in her mouth. She increased her 
sucking. 

"Holy shit," moaned Larry. 

"Oh boy, oh, boy, aw, aw!" cried Bobby. 

Both boys started shooting their wads of sticky cum into Martha's mouth. She 
greedily swallowed it down and spit out their shriveled pricks. 

"Did you like that, boys?" Martha asked, smiling with satisfaction. 

"You bet," they said. "It was just super. When can we stick it in your 
pussy, Aunt Martha? I've never had a pussy before. Can we now? Please?" 

"Not now, boys," said Martha. "Arnie's coming over now. It's his turn and 
you know I have to please everyone so no one will feel left out." 

"Yeah, we understand. It's okay. We'll wait till next time. Thanks, Aunt 
Martha. It was really great!" 

Martha smiled as the boys skipped outside. 

Well, she thought. Now I'm going to enjoy myself with Arnie's big beautiful 
cock. 

Martha sat down on the bed and spread her legs apart. She began playing with 
her clit. She was going to be good and hot when Arnie got there. She was 
really hot after sucking off Larry and Bobby, and her pussy craved some big 
hot dick. 

Arnie walked over to the Dunkin house. He had seen the two younger boys come 
scampering into the dorm, grinning from ear to ear, and he knew that Martha 
must have really satisfied them. 

Shit, he thought. I don't like this arrangement at all. He kicked his feet 
in the sand as he entered the Dunkin house and strolled into Martha's 
bedroom. He stood in the open doorway intently watching Martha 
finger-fucking herself. His cock jumped to attention. 

Martha looked up and saw Arnie. His cock was almost bursting out of his 
tight jeans. "Come on in and take off your clothes, darling," she said. "You 
look good enough to eat." 

"So do you," said Arnie, eyeing her pussy intently. Martha was still working 
her finger over her clit. 

Arnie ripped off his clothes as quickly as he could. "Here, let me do that 
for you," he suggested. "I want to play with that hot pussy. It's mine now, 
you know." 

Arnie climbed onto bed beside Martha. He kissed her passionately on the 
mouth and sucked on her tongue for several seconds. Martha responded to his 
ardent kiss. Arnie began kissing her neck and trailed a wet path down and 
around her voluptuous tits. He laved his hot tongue around one of her 
nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He began to bite and chew on it, 
turning it red and stiff in his mouth. Martha moaned and whimpered. Arnie 
worked the other one up to the same condition. He licked further on down to 
Martha's belly button where he dipped his tongue in and began to blow and 
suck there. 

"Oh, Arnie darling, that tickles," cooed Martha. 

Arnie moved on further down until he had his nose buried in Martha's dark 
nest of curls. He pulled open the hairy cuntal lips and probed his tongue 
into Martha's sticky pussy. 

"Oh, yes, darling, suck it," moaned Martha. Arnie liked nothing better than 
sucking on her hot cunt and she loved to have it sucked on. For a second she 
wished that George would suck her there, but it was ridiculous to think of 
George at a time like this. The mere idea of sucking on her pussy would 
never enter his mind. He would just make fun of her and tell her that she 
was a dirty-minded old bag. No, it was stupid to wish that. Why should she? 
Here was Arnie doing it to her, and an expert cunt-lapper he was. He knew 
all the best places to suck, all the places that really turned Martha on. 
She brushed George out of her mind and concentrated on Arnie's tongue in her 
twat. 

Arnie probed the tiny nub with his finger. He tickled it and then licked on 
it. He dipped his middle finger in Martha's steaming pussy and ran it back 
and forth from the tip of her clit down and into her cunthole. Martha 
wiggled her ass and moaned with pleasure. Arnie could really make a cunt 
feel good. The oiled nub of her clit began to stiffen. Arnie knew she was 
really getting hot. He wanted to taste some more cunt juice. He had been 
deprived of it for two days while Martha ahd been busy fucking the little 
brats so they would keep their mouths shut. It made him angry to think about 
it. He tried to concentrate on the thing he liked doing most. Fucking and 
eating hot cunt. 

He crawled up between Martha's splayed legs and began to inhale the fragrant 
aroma of her pussy. Shit, it was great. He had really missed it. Arnie 
darted his tongue out and started to lick the tasty morsel oozing cream. 
Martha was turned on and the slightest touch that Arnie's tongue made drove 
her wild. She bucked her ass into the air and moaned and cried with frenzied 
passion. She had missed Arnie and his love-making. She genuinely enjoyed him 
and not having his big boycock in her pussy for two days had just about 
driven her out of her mind. She could feel his tongue grating and licking 
over her clit. It felt marvelous. She could just lie there for days and let 
him eat her pussy. Knowing Arnie by now, he wouldn't mind one bit. As long 
as his tongue could hold out, he would lick on forever, just go on bringing 
Martha to one smashing climax after another. Arnie jammed his tongue into 
Martha's fevered boyfuck slit. He licked and sucked all the juice out.... 

"Oh, darling, Arnie," moaned Martha. "Oh, God, that feels so wonderful. Suck 
it good. Make me cum in your mouth. It's been so long, so long. Ohhh, 
yeeesss." 

Arnie screwed his tongue in like a jack-hammer. He licked and sucked faster, 
wanting to bring Martha to one hell of a good climax. He knew he could 
really turn her on with his cunt-lapping, and it was almost his favorite 
hobby, next to fucking, that is. 

Arnie drove one of his fingers into Martha's pussyhole and another he rammed 
into her ass. Martha was completely filled now and relishing every second of 
both fingers. She was going to have a cock in each hole sometime today. 
Arnie's and perhaps Brian's. His tool was bigger than all the younger boys. 

She had really enjoyed it when Timmy's dick had been in there, but it had 
been too small, and Arnie's was too big. On the other hand, Brian's was just 
right. 

Martha turned her mind back to Arnie's sucking of her cunt. 

He pistoned his fingers in and out of Martha's dual passages. His tongue 
quickened its pace, slipping and sliding over Martha's clit. She began to 
moan louder and Arnie suspected that she was about to cum. 

"Oh, Arnie," she wailed. "I'm going to cum. Your tongue is making it cum. 
Oh, here it is. Oh, aiii...." 

Arnie continued to lap up her juice. He yanked out his fingers and dipped 
his tongue into Martha's juicing hole. He wanted to lick up all her cum. He 
rammed his tongue into it further. He was determined that he wasn't going to 
miss a drop of the sticky snatch syrup. 

After Arnie had sufficiently licked Martha's cunt clean, he looked up at her 
and smiled. "Did you like that, Martha?" he asked softly. 

"Oh, yes, Arnie darling," she whispered. "It was so heavenly. So wonderful. 
I missed your tongue in there. Arnie, would you object terribly if I asked 
Brian to come over and fuck with us. I'd love to have his tool up my ass and 
yours in my cunt. May I, please?" 

Martha fondled Arnie's tool while she spoke. She knew he would agree to it. 
He was horny as hell and she could just about get anything she wanted from 
him at that point. He was afraid not to say no. 

"Okay, I guess so," mumbled Arnie. He didn't like the idea, but he had to go 
along with it. "I'll go call him." 

Martha waited with her legs up and spread apart, waiting anxiously for Brian 
and Arnie to return. She was going to love this. Imagine, those two lovely 
tools in my body. Oh, my, it's going to feel just wonderful. 

Brian and Arnie returned and crawled onto bed with Martha. 

"Hi, Martha," Brian said. "Can't get enough of my big prick, huh?" 

"Now let's not get sassy, Brian," snapped Martha, "or I'll change my mind 
and make you stand here and watch Arnie stick his big beautiful cock in my 
pussy. You won't get anything but a sore prick." 

"Shit," mumbled Brian. He knew only to well that Martha would live up to her 
threats. His prick was stiff and sore and wanted to fuck something. He 
decided he'd better keep his mouth shut. 

"Brian, did Arnie tell you what I had in mind for today? Arnie's going to 
stick his big cock in my pussy and you're going to stick yours up my ass. I 
know you'll like that, since you've never done it before. It'll make your 
prick feel wonderful, won't it, Arnie?" 

"Yeah, Brian, your cock's going to love it in Martha's tight asshole. It's 
great in there." 

Martha turned over and got on her hands and knees. She crouched above Arnie 
who was sprawled across the bed on his back, his gigantic cock sticking 
straight up like a medieval lance. 

"Oh," said Martha, "I'm going to love sitting on your big juicy, prick. Here 
I come, Arnie." 

Martha eased her body down over the immense shaft. It was a tight fit and 
she had to wiggle a bit to get Arnie's cock in just the right place so she 
could sink down on it. "Wet the head, Arnie," ordered Martha. "Then I can 
sit right down on it without any trouble at all." 

Arnie spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over the massive satin head 
of his prick. He pulled open Martha's cunt lips as wide as he could and, 
with one driving lunge, Martha sank down on the monolithic pole. 

"Oh, oh, how wonderful. Oh, yes. Fucking good," she said. 

She began to move her ass up and down on Arnie's shaft. She pulled herself 
up, allowing his cock to almost plop out, and then with a heave thrust her 
cunt back down over it. She began to moan with joy. "Oh, oh, my pussy loves 
it. Oh, yes, yes...." 

Martha crouched over Arnie after she had bounced on his cock several times. 
She wanted to get her cunt nice and hot and ready. 

"All right, Brian," she said sexily. "You can stick your cock into my 
asshole now. Hurry, stick that fuckin' thing in." 

Brian spit into his hand and rubbed it over the knob of his dick. He looked 
down at the fully rounded buttocks staring him in the face. Eagerly Brian 
licked his lips. Shit, look at that beautiful asshole. And I'm going to 
stick my cock in there. Wow! Brian began probing the puckered brown eye with 
his finger. It was tightly shut and squinting up at him. He spit on his 
finger and brutally rammed it into Martha's anal passage. 

She moaned as she felt Brian's finger dip into her ass. She began to wiggle 
her buttocks around on it. She humped her ass up and down on Arnie's 
throbbing cock. 

"Now, Brian," she hissed. "Shove it in my ass, now!" 

Brian grasped his prick and placed the head against the brown eye. He gently 
began to force the head of his cock forward. "Uhh, uhhh," he moaned, as the 
mushroom head began to disappear into the mysterious passageway. Martha 
whined with passion and greed as she felt the head of Brian's cock oozing 
into her asshole. It was wonderful, nice and hot and tight. Better than she 
had anticipated. 

"Shove it in all the way, hurry," she said. "Just get it in there and let's 
start fucking. My cunt's on fire. I want to cum. Hurry, you cocks, fuck, 
fuck." 

"Okay," said Brian. "You want cock and you're going to get cock. Here it 
comes!" 

Brian shoved it in with a massive lunge. The whole length of his prick 
disappeared into Martha's bowels. It was buried deep inside her. She had 
accomplished her dream. Brian's cock up her ass and Arnie's cock up her 
pussy. 

Arnie began to hum his ass upward, driving his massive prick deep into 
Martha's greedy cunt. Each time Arnie drove his cock forward, Brian rammed 
his cock in at the same time. 

"Ram it up her ass," Arnie said. "Shove it all the way in. She likes all of 
it in there. Fuck her ass good, and I'll fuck her cunt good." 

Brian's cock plundered the small opening. Martha loved it. Both her fuck 
passages were full of boycock and she was on her way to a scorching climax. 
She knew that she would feel the burning thrill tear through her ass as well 
as her cunt. It was goins to be one hell of a good fuck. For everyone. 

"Uhhh, uhhh, urrgh," moaned Arnie as he drove his cock up Martha's cunt. 

"Oh, shit, Brian said. "This is great. My prick's being squeezed to death. I 
love it. Gawd, it's hotter than hell in there. Oh, shit, I'm going to cum. 
Oh, fuck, here it comes. Ahhh, uggh." 

"Oh," whined Martha as she felt Brian's cock spit its juice into her ass. 
"Oh, yes, me too. My cunt's starting to burn. Oh, it's on fire. Here it 
comes. Ohh, aiii, fuckkkkk!" 

Arnie, hearing the moans and cries of his fellow fuckers, began to shoot a 
hot load of sperm into Martha's pulsating cunt. He could feel it squeezing 
the cum right out of his boyballs. A rocket of fire tore through his balls 
and up the length of his pistoning cock. The fireball and rockets shot into 
Martha's cunt, filling it to overflowing. 

"Geez," Brian said. "What a cum that was. Shit, that was the best climax I 
ever had. It's almost as good as cumming in a pussy. Boy!" 

He withdrew his oozing shit-streaked prick from Martha's asshole and flopped 
down on the bed beside her. 

Martha had crawled off Arnie's massive pole and the three of them lay 
satiated several seconds before moving. Everyone had reached a glorious 
climax. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

George had spent a fantastic week of camping, hunting and fucking. It was 
the best summer he had ever spent at Dunkin's Landing and this was only the 
beginning of the summer. He grinned at the thought of what was going to come 
in the near future. Everything looked bright and promising and, as George 
and the boys packed the gear to get ready to hike back down Pine Mountain, 
George hummed to himself. If Martha knew what was going on, she might decide 
not to be such a cold fish to me. If things had been different with us, 
maybe all this wouldn't have happened, but what the hell do I care? I've got 
a great piece of cunt to fuck any time I want. Why'm I thinking about what 
Martha thinks, anyway? 

George pulled up into the driveway. The house was quiet. All he could hear 
in the early morning was the sound of the TV coming from the dorm. Martha 
must still be asleep, he thought. 

"Well, here we are back home," said George. "You boys go on to the dormitory 
and relax a little. I'm going to sack out for a while." 

George shuffled into the house and headed for the bedroom. He stopped in his 
tracks as he heard unusual noises coming from that direction. Perhaps he was 
mistaken. No, there they were again, the identifiable sounds of fucking, 
passion and the thumping of the bed against the wall. 

What the fuck is going on? He slowly opened the bedroom door, and almost 
fell over with shock at the sight he beheld. There were Martha, Arnie and 
Brian, all fucking together on the bed. George shook his head in disbelief. 
Martha was eagerly riding up and down on Arnie's cock, which George noted 
was of a tremendous size. And most shocking of all, Brian was ramming his 
cock in and out of Martha's asshole. George became violently angry. Imagine, 
his own wife fucking those young boys. She must be crazy, or worse. George 
could hardly believe what he was seeing. He stood there for several seconds 
watching the lurid sight. 

Somehow he couldn't drag himself away from the sight. It was turning him on. 
His prick was stiff and trying to break out of the tight confinement of 
George's trousers. He intently watched as the trio of lovers began to reach 
a climax. They didn't notice him standing there in the doorway. They began 
to scream as their climaxes poured over them. 

George watched Martha. He still couldn't believe it. Here was his dull old 
Martha, fucking away with two boycocks embedded in her. What had happened? 
Why hadn't she said something to him? He would have fucked her gladly. He 
remembered that he had been horny and never let Martha know about it. She 
probably thought he never even got a hard-on any more. George calmed down. 
There wasn't much he could do about it. After all, he wasn't in any position 
to talk, he had just finished fucking Cindy over two hours ago. 

George drew his attention back to the fucking trio. He wondered if he should 
say something or just leave. He mustered up his courage and spoke. "Well, 
well; what a sight to behold." 

Martha, Arnie and Brian looked up at the same time. Martha screamed and the 
two boys jumped out of bed and stood in front of George, their amply sized 
cocks dripping with their own sperm and Martha's. 

"My God, George," cried Martha. "Oh, my ... what can I say? I guess the 
cat's out of the bag finally. You've been standing there watching us, 
haven't you?" 

"Yes, I have," said George. "And if you don't mind, boys, I'd like to talk 
to my wife alone. I think you've taken up enough of her time for now." 

Arnie and Brian raced out of the house. George sat down on the bed beside 
Martha. He eyed her curiously. "How long has this been going on, Martha?" 

"Well ... I guess ever since the boys arrived," she whispered. "I ... I just 
got so horny all of a sudden and I ... well, I didn't think you could any 
more ... so ... I ... well, it just happened, that's all. I didn't plan it 
that way. It sort of all happened at once. What are you going to do?" 

"Nothing," replied George. 

Martha looked at him in amazement. "I don't understand. Aren't you mad about 
all this, about me fucking the boys." 

"Well, I must admit when I first came in and saw them fucking you, I was 
very jealous and mad. But I ... well, I've been fucking someone too. I've 
also been horny. It got so bad at times that I thought I would go crazy. I 
didn't say anything because I thought you'd laugh." 

"Who is she?" asked Martha. 

"That new client of mine," George said. "You know, the Navy wife who bought 
the old Bradley place." 

"I see," said Martha, getting irritated. "Is she a good fuck?" 

"Well, to be perfectly honest ... yes," replied George. "She digs my big 
cock." 

Martha was getting hot again. She eyed George skeptically. "Take it out and 
let me see it," she said. 

"Martha, I'm surprised at you." 

George began stripping off his clothes. Martha watched intently and licked 
her lips. She watched as George's cock sprang into view. 

"Oh, it is nice, George. I'd forgotten how big it is." Martha reached out 
and started to caress it. Her hand stopped. She looked at George. 

"Go ahead if you want to. Might be kind of fun to fuck you after all these 
years. Wouldn't you like me to stick this big cock in your cunt, Martha?" 

"Oh, yes. I think it sounds exciting. Like a new lover. Oh, hurry, stick it 
in me, George." 

Martha fell back on the bed and spread her legs. George crawled up between 
them. He looked down at her pussy. The black curls were damp with boycum. 
George bent forward and sniffed at it. "Uuummm, nice. May I lick it?" 

"Oh, yes," hissed Martha. "Oh, stick your tongue in my cunt, George, and 
suck out all my juice. Yes, yes, do it." 

George dipped his tongue in Martha's twat. It tasted good. He began to lick 
and suck it. He ran his tongue over her clit and took the tiny nub into his 
mouth and began nibbling on it. 

Martha whined and moaned. "Oh, George, yes, lick my cunt, suck my clit. Oh, 
you do it so good. Oh, wonderful." 

George continued to grate his tongue over Martha's highly aroused cunt. Boy, 
she sure is a hot one. Like Cindy. I like sucking my wife's cunt. It's 
great. I won't give ud Cindy. I'll suck and fuck them both. Martha can do 
the same with the boys. Maybe it'll all work out. 

"Oh, George," screamed Martha. "You're making me cum. Oh, here it comes. 
Ohhh, aiii, oohhh." Martha's whole body shook as another ferocious climax 
hit her. George greedily lapped up her cunt juice. 

He sat back and looked at his wife for the first time in a long time. 
"Martha, I can't give up Cindy, you know. And I can't ask you to give up the 
boys, if you still want to fuck them, but I want to fuck you too. Can we 
keep this arrangement the way it is?" 

Martha pondered for a moment. Why not? I can have all the boys during the 
summer. Have Arnie live here. And I'll have George too. Yes, it'll work out 
fine. 

"All right," Martha said. "You have Cindy and me, and I have Arnie, you, and 
the boys. But right now, I need your big cock stuffed in my pussy. So hurry 
ud, George, and stick it in." 

George pinned and climbed between Martha's legs. Everything was going to be 
fine. What a great summer this has turned out to be, he thought. George 
continued smiling as he plowed his stiffly erect cock into Martha's greedy 
pussy. 


THE END
