The Little Beach Boys
by Maxine Rogers
(SC-126)


FOREWORD 

In many of the North American Indian cultures, mothers nursed their young 
until they were far into puberty. It was an accepted thing for a Sioux 
mother to bare her breasts to a child of twelve or thirteen. Sociologists 
believe that part of this was due to the purity and ready availability of 
mother's milk, but they also feel that it nurtured a feeling of closeness 
between mother and child. Many primitive tribes on South America still 
adhere to the custom, despite the inroads of sex taboos imposed by the 
twentieth century moralists-mainly missionaries who seek to convert tribes 
to Christianity. 

The data on Indian tribes is particularly interesting to sexologists who are 
now uncovering many other reasons for this continuing practice. Dr. Harold 
E. Smythe, of Danton Clinic in Detroit, Michigan offers the theory that 
late-puberty suckling is a sexual bond between mother and child. Most babies 
today are weaned quickly to the bottle-if indeed they are breast fed at all. 
As a result, the suckling instinct is suppressed, and the child may develop 
other habits to supplant it. (i.e. thumb sucking, nail biting, etc.) This 
has long been known although the true cause not always set forth. Dr. Smythe 
has also discovered through thousands of interviews with women who admit to 
sexual frustrations, that the loss of child suckling in early motherhood 
often leaves the woman with a deep desire for the sexual closeness of young 
children. More than three thousand women interviewed admitted that they 
entertained thoughts of sexual activity with young boys-mostly of 
pre-adolescent age. The prospect of sucking young penises was enough to make 
most women begin lubricating; several women actually achieved orgasm in the 
laboratory if conversation dwelled on pedophilia and when photographs of 
women with young boys were shown. 

Since there cannot be an effective return to the mother-child stage at which 
the child sucks at its mother's breasts, Dr. Smythe proposes a wider 
acceptance of sexual interplay and actual intercourse between middle-aged 
women and young boys. He suggests that controlled situations be used 
whenever possible-even incestuous relationships not being frowned upon. 
Since the pre-adolescent cannot produce sperm, there is no danger of 
pregnancy for the woman; the boy can become a source of pleasure as well as 
a therapeutic tool. Dr. 

Smythe concludes that sexual pleasure can be derived with considerable ease 
once the bans of taboo have been broken. He says there would be far less 
suicide, heart trouble, high blood pressure and nervous disorders if modern 
Americans would return to some of the sexual practices of the early people 
of this land. 

 -THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Harriet Cash opened the door of the hotel suite and smiled at the young boy 
who had brought the tray of ice and liquor she had ordered. His answering 
smile was professional and polished. 

"Room service, ma'am." He entered the room as she stepped back and swung the 
door wide. 

She watched him with hungry eyes. He was about sixteen, no older. She had 
chosen the Bay Inn particularly, because it was a new hotel and had not yet 
established a steady, reliable staff. Some friends of hers had recently 
returned from Hawaii and complained bitterly about the erratic service at 
the Bay Inn because most of the work was being handled by youngsters from 
the small village nearby. The larger, better-known hotels in Waikiki 
attracted young people from Honolulu and almost every other town on the 
island. The new Bay Inn Hotel on the west shore of the island of Oahu was 
too far removed from the glitter and excitement of Honolulu to attract youth 
for anything more than an afternoon of surfing. And so the hotel had a rough 
staff, several years younger on the average than most. 

That was one of the main reasons Harriet had chosen it. 

She smiled now as the little boy set the tray on the low table near the 
window and turned to her. His brown, wide face showed off perfect white 
teeth and his dark eyes glittered brightly. Harriet's breath caught in her 
chest. He was a good-looking boy ... very nice. 

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" he asked softly. His speech bore the 
muted accent of the island natives. 

Harriet fluttered a hand to her dyed blonde hair and moistened her lips with 
the tip of her tongue. "This is my first trip to the islands," she said. A 
lie, but the boy would never know the difference. "I was wondering if ... 
well, that is, I would like to hire someone to show me around, you know,, a 
guide." 

The boy stared for several moments, the smile fixed on his face. "In the 
city-" 

She shook her head quickly. "No, I want someone from here." She moved toward 
the door and closed it almost absently. When she turned to look at him 
again, the expression on his face had altered and his eyes were veiled. Not 
such an innocent, then after all. She saw his quick appraising glance slide 
over her. She did not take her eyes off him. She wanted him. It was that 
simple-and that complicated. 

Long ago, Harriet had come to terms with herself, with her needs and her 
desires. She no longer lied to herself about her craving for young male 
flesh. She was forty-six, a widow who had been left with the means to enjoy 
life when her husband had died of a stroke three years ago. Douglas Cash had 
been, at best in his youth, an uninspired lover. He had never aroused the 
passion Harriet knew she was capable of and he had never quenched even the 
small fires he kindled in her belly. The twenty-year marriage had 
disintegrated into one of convenience. She kept his home, entertained his 
friends, said the right things to his business associates and contacts. And 
at night she longed for the excitement of sex fulfilled. 

Harriet had few illusions about herself. At forty-six, she was twenty-five 
pounds overweight, sagging in the rear and the breasts when she took off the 
tight corset. Her face was -lined and too plump, her hair dyed to a brassy 
color to hide the ever-increasing gray. And the men she met home in Los 
Angeles were middle aged and dull. She was sick to death of a middle-aged 
dull existence. She wanted fire and passion. And young men could give it to 
her. For a price. 

The boy was still staring at her. She moved closer to him and let her arm 
brush his as she reached for the glass on the tray. She tipped it clumsily, 
sending it rattling against the wooden edge of the tray. 

"Oooh!" 

"Let me help you," he said quickly. He reached for another glass and lifted 
the top of the ice bucket. Using the tongs, he dropped several cubes into 
the tall glass, then poured some whiskey from the bottle he uncapped. He 
looked at her questioningly. 

"Just a tiny bit of soda," she said. 

He poured it and handed her the glass. She let her fingers linger a moment 
over his and he didn't pull away. 

"Do you know the island well," she said. 

He nodded slowly. "I have lived here all my life." 

"I see....Would you be able to show me around?" 

He hesitated. "I have to work-" 

She looked away and sipped the drink. Let him think about it. Maybe she was 
moving too fast; she knew nothing about him-except that he was very young 
and hard-muscled. When she brought her gaze back to him, there was a small 
smile at the corners of his mouth. 

"Perhaps when I am off work-" There was a slight question in his tone. He 
was trying to figure if it would be worth his while, and maybe what she 
expected of him. 

She let her eyes move down his firm, lean body. He was magnificent, even 
hidden under the brightly patterned shirt and the tight white pants. Her 
gaze paused at the tight bulge of his crotch. Magnificent! She felt the 
familiar heat in her belly and the slow surge of warm dampness between her 
legs. He stood unmoving under her glance. He knew-and he wasn't objecting! 
Her breath escaped in a low sigh and she quickly finished half of the liquor 
in the glass. It burned a long path to her belly and mingled with the heat 
already there. 

"What time do you get off work?" she asked breathlessly. 

"Six o'clock tonight." 

That was more than two hours away. She didn't want to wait that long! She 
wanted him now. She let her eyes tell him so. Again, she saw the hesitation 
in them, then the knowing that she would win. He smiled. 

She finished the whiskey and soda in a gulp and put the glass down. She came 
close to him, hands touching his flesh below the short-sleeved shirt 
caressingly. She felt his muscles tighten but he said nothing. She stared 
down the front of his body but the loose shirt hid the important crown she 
wanted to see. Her hands moved along him, fingers probing through the thin 
cloth, working at his flesh as she bent to kneel before him. He was 
motionless as she slid her palms over his narrow hips and around to the 
front of his pants. She cupped her own warmth over his crotch, squeezing 
ever so gently and kneading at the soft flesh of his budding manhood. For 
several moments there was no response, then she felt the faint stirring of 
his male need as he came alive under her touch. 

Her breath was heavy and rasping now, and her fingers fumbled with the 
zipper of his fly. He made no move to help her-or to stop her. She finally 
got the zipper down and the snap opened. The pants hung on his hips like an 
open invitation. He wore no underwear beneath them, and his brown flesh was 
vivid against the white cloth. She pushed the shirt aside, tugged the pants 
down over the burgeoning organ. His penis was trapped inside the cloth, 
struggling with his need. She released it quickly. 

Harriet felt the hot flow of her own juices as she saw the size of the 
lovely tool. In the cock department he was full-grown, a man in every way. 
Dark tendrils of hair framed the base of the stiffening sex organ. The rosy 
tip of the cock was shiny and already growing damp. She took it in her fist 
and began to massage it gently. 

Still the young boy did not move. Harriet's fist covered the shaft, pulling 
back the thick mass of foreskin to expose the throbbing head. The slit oozed 
moisture, and saliva flooded Harriet's mouth. Her lips parted and she moved 
her head close enough to taste the wonderful column of love. 

The first flavor of pre-seminal fluid excited her and made her shiver. Her 
lips covered the head ... then quickly took the shaft deep into her throat. 
Moments later she was rocking back and forth, still on her knees on the 
floor in front of him, shoving his hard cock into her mouth and letting it 
push hard against the back of her throat. His pants had fallen about his 
knees now, and she cupped her hands on his bare ass, pulling him toward her 
with spasms of joy. The prick dug deep into her oral tunnel of love. She 
could feel the skin slide back and forth as the column stiffened to full 
erection and begged for relief. 

"Jeez-" He half moaned the word as he grabbed her head, hands along side her 
ears, and pounded her against his body. Harriet tried to struggle free of 
his grasp but she could not, and she did not want to release the heavy, 
pulsating pile driver she had captured. Dribbles of his pre-seminal fluid 
were lathering her tongue, and tiny rivulets of his fluids and her own 
saliva ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped into his thatch of 
hair. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to feel the hot heavy tool inside her 
cunt, but she could not let go. She was wild and starved for the taste of 
cum in her mouth. Her thighs were damp with her need, and her underpants 
were soaked through. Yet she could not stop. If he was good-good enough-she 
would orgasm when he shot his load into her licking, lapping mouth. 

Oh, God! She shuddered as she felt the heaving strain and he jerked her head 
hard against his warm crotch. Her face was buried in his pubic hair and the 
warm damp flesh of his lower belly. Her chin slapped against the 
soft-skinned, hard-cored balls below the thick cock. Her fingers dug into 
the crack of his ass. 

He came. It was hard and heavy, a thick sludge of boiling, oily cum that 
choked her and cut off her breath. She fought the momentary nausea and 
swallowed quickly. The salty brimming load slid down her throat like thick 
mucous. It lay heavily in her stomach as the spasm shook her and she tried 
to attain her own orgasm but failed. She sucked hard at him, demanding and 
taking everything he had. 

The boy was hunched forward, drained of his load of cum and weak with the 
released passion. His fingers were tangled in her short hair and he didn't 
realize how he was tugging at it until he realized the whimpering now was 
from pain instead of her lust. He gasped and looked down at her. She was 
still sucking his tool with hungry lunges, trying to take more than he had 
to give. His body was dripping with sweat, and he could feel her hot breath 
across his damp flesh. Everything had happened so quickly, he had not yet 
assimilated it. God, if he was caught Finally she slowed and he let go of 
her hair and tried to back away. Her mouth held him, letting him slide out 
very slowly. He watched her red lips curved around his cock so lovingly. He 
had never had anyone do him quite this way. Some of the chicks he dated 
sucked him off from time to time, but not like this. This woman actually 
liked it-she was eager and hungry for his cum to spurt into her mouth, and 
she drank it up like she'd been on a hot desert for a hell of a long time. 
She wanted someone to show her around, she said ... yeah, man, what she 
wanted was a lot of hot prick! 

Harriet felt the slimy wet boyfuck tool slide from her mouth. She opened her 
eyes slowly and watched the emptied organ slap against the little boy's 
balls. It was going limp, drained now of the promise and heat it had held. 
She licked her lips, savoring the last traces of his cum as she caught them 
on her tongue. She let go of his ass and sank back on her heels with a sigh. 

God, he'd been good, but she was a long way from satisfied. She jumped as he 
reached down to help her up. She stood and looked at him while he refastened 
his pants and straightened his shirt. He had still not said anything other 
than a few early remarks. She licked her lips again. 

"Will you come back when you finish working?" she said. 

His dark eyes brooded. Then he nodded. "If that's what you want." 

She nodded quickly and went to the bed for her purse. She opened her wallet 
and extracted a five-dollar bill, folded it and pushed it into his hand. "I 
want it." 

He looked at her, then at the bill. He shoved the money into his pocket and 
patted it. "Six o'clock. Here?" 

She nodded again, and her tongue traveled the familiar path over her lips. 
"It's a long time. You know I didn't cum." 

He said nothing. Christ, what the hell did she expect him to say-or do? 

"I-" Harriet faltered. It was so damned hard to ask for what she wanted-to 
come right out and put it in words like this. 

He didn't help matters staring at her that way. She said, "I don't want to 
wait. I need someone now. Can you get me a boy?" There, it was out. 

He looked at her and frowned. "Someone else?" 

"Yes, I can't wait two hours. My God-I'm going crazy!" Her belly was an 
aching pit of fire. 

"I don't know-" He'd never encountered anything like this before. He'd heard 
stories about guys in some of the big hotels in Waikiki, but jeez, right 
here and she was asking him! 

"Please, I'll make it worth your while." 

"Maybe one of the other bellhops-" 

She shook her head. "No, isn't there someone ... younger?" 

"Younger? What do you mean?" He was beginning to think maybe he knew what 
she meant. This was no ordinary hot-pants rich tourist! 

"Young, a young boy. Do you have a brother? Surely there must be plenty of 
small boys in the village...." She looked away and felt her face warm under 
his stare. 

The room seemed very quiet for a long time. Only the sound of her heavy 
breathing disturbed the silence. She waited. Finally he said, "Maybe...." 

She smiled. "Yes, do it ... for me. Don't worry, I won't hurt him, I swear. 
And it'll help me wait until you come back at six. I need you, be ready." 

He nodded and turned toward the door. "I'll be back." He put his hand to the 
knob, very conscious of the bill in his pocket. If she paid five dollars 
just to suck him off, what would she give for a real romp? And what would 
she pay for someone he procured for her? He almost laughed at the thought of 
all that money. All his doubts about making enough working at this 
out-of-the-way hotel vanished in an instant. He'd make a fortune if many of 
the guests were like this old doll. 

He started out and stopped when she ran to him and grabbed his arm. "What's 
your name?" she asked. 

He grinned. "Mike," he said. She smiled and closed the door behind him as he 
left. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Mike Halua had the feeling everyone knew where he had been and what he had 
done. He hurried back to the kitchen and quickly picked up another order the 
room service chef had ready. All the time he was taking it up, Mike thought 
about the woman in room 1133. Christ, what a surprise she had been! When he 
took the job as bellhop-busboy in the new Bay Inn Hotel, he had figured he 
would stick it out long enough for a couple of paychecks, then head for 
Honolulu. He hated the tiny village in which he'd been born, hated the dull 
existence he'd led-until now. There had been that trouble in town, and the 
threat of a jail sentence for him if he didn't buckle down and find a way to 
fill his time. He had stolen a car, driven it all over hell and gone before 
he was caught. And then old man Carmody had said okay-he'd go along with the 
police and not press charges about the car. Mike had never been in trouble 
before, and if he didn't let it happen again, the whole matter would drop 
there. Sort of probation. The conditions were that Mike was to get a job and 
behave himself. The new hotel in Kali was looking for people; it had been 
easy to get a job. And it wasn't bad, even before the old doll in 1133. Mike 
didn't mind the split shift hours, and he liked being around rich people. 
The people who came to the Bay Inn were plenty damned rich. Mike watched, 
and listened. Maybe some of their smarts would rub off on him and he would 
discover the secret of making enough dough to blow this stinking town 
forever-to never return to the hovel he'd always known as home or the slut, 
drinking mother who didn't give a damn if he came home or not. At fifteen, 
Mike looked older, and he was a lot wiser than his years. Hadn't he watched 
his old lady fuck everything that came in sight? His earliest memory was of 
waking up in the middle of the night because of the strange noises that were 
coming from the other room of the tiny house. He'd rubbed his child eyes and 
staggered to the doorway. His mother and a man he'd never seen before were 
screwing on the big wide bed. He could still remember his mother's big tits 
flopping back and forth as she rode the hell out of the guy, sitting astride 
him like a jockey on a horse, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. 

"Oh, baby, yeah, fuck me hard-" The guy was going out of his skull with lust 
and desire. He tried to grab for the big bobbing boobs, but the woman was 
jumping around too much, and the guy couldn't concentrate on anything but 
the explosion that was building in his guts. "Holy shit-I'm 
cuummmmiiinnnggg!!!" The guy grabbed her hips, raised his own and shafted 
his cock as far into her as he could shove it. The woman's eyes were almost 
closed, only a small circle of white showed under the dark lashes. 

She was grunting and heaving for breath. "Yeeesss, give it to meeeee!! Pour 
that hot load up my cuuunnnttt!! Yeeeeessssss!!!" She was wild on him, 
pounding her hips and snapping her head back and forth as though his cock 
were pulling at it from somewhere deep inside her. Her ass bumped and 
bounced on his belly and thighs. His hands clawed at her ass, grabbed at her 
tits. 

The man groaned loudly, oblivious to everything but the hot load he was 
exploding into the big ready and waiting cunt. "Here it is! Aaalllll offf 
iiittt!!" He shoved and heaved and clawed for frantic minutes until he fell 
back with exhaustion. 

Even then Mike's mother did not stop. She slammed hard against the dark 
naked flesh, impaling her snatch on the stiff column of hot male flesh. She 
came, screaming out her joy, then gasping for breath and exciting herself 
again and forcing another orgasm. It was a long time before she flopped 
forward and fell across the naked man. She said no more, only struggled to 
breath after the violence of her lust. 

The child stood in the doorway rooted by fear and wonder. Somewhere in his 
subconscious, he had known that men and women came together in this fashion, 
like the animals he'd seen. But he had never seen it before, and he had had 
no idea of the obvious joy it apparently brought. Now he was fascinated by 
his mother's naked body and he wished she would sit up again so he could see 
those pendulous tits once more. Had he, as a baby, suckled there? The idea 
excited him, and he felt a strange warmth between his legs. For a moment he 
thought he had peed on himself, but when he looked down he saw something 
quite strange. His tiny penis was struggling to come up from the hairless 
bed of soft flesh between his legs. It jerked, spanged slightly, fell again. 
He had never experienced the tingling sensation he felt now. And somehow, 
despite his tender years, he knew it was because he had watched his mother 
and the man fuck. The word sprang to his lips, sure and knowing. Fuck was no 
longer a street word, something he and the other kids snickered behind adult 
backs. Now he knew what fucking was-he had seen it. And his body felt the 
first male stirrings of need, a need to be fucked. 

He had no semen, no maturity to accomplish what the man on the bed had done. 
But there was something, something very strong and powerful surging inside 
him that wanted release. He put his hand down to grasp the struggling sex 
organ, and in moments he found himself jacking at it. It felt good but the 
pressure would not let up. 

The couple on the bed rolled and turned. The man saw Mike in the doorway and 
uttered a curse, pushing at the woman and heaving himself from the bed. 

"You didn't tell me 'bout no fuckin' kid!" He stumbled for his clothes and 
pulled them on, still eyeing the kid and the woman. Frightened, Mike let go 
of his prick and stared at the big man. The man paid no attention, and as 
soon as he was dressed, pushed past into the hall and out of the house. Mike 
was sure his mother would be angry, yell at him, maybe even beat him. When 
she had been drinking, there was no telling what she might do. 

To his surprise, she simply stared. Her eyes moved up and down his small, 
slim body, lingering a moment at the jerking cock over which he had no 
control now. Mike shivered, and the sex organ sprang up again. 

His mother laughed softly and called to him. "Come here, baby." Her voice 
was soft and surprisingly gentle. Mike moved across the room slowly. He was 
still scared. 

She patted the bed beside her for him to sit. He climbed up, his short legs 
swinging off the floor. He could smell the heavy musty odor of his mother's 
sweat and-something else he couldn't identify, but something that seemed to 
stir his excitement again. He was very close to her and he tried to avoid 
looking at the fascinating breasts. His mother lay back against the pillows 
and put her hand on the child's thigh. A tremor ran through him. 

"How long were you there?" she said. "The noise woke me." It was barely a 
whisper. "A long time," he answered finally. "You saw-?" He nodded. 

The night was full of surprises. Instead of being angry, she threw back her 
head and laughed. The t tiny house was filled with the sound of her mirth, 
and tears streamed down her cheeks. He sat very still and waited. Finally, 
she wiped her eyes and rubbed her warm hand along his thigh, high up near 
his crotch and the now-dormant prick. 

"My baby is not such a baby any more," she said. "Did you enjoy what you 
saw?" 

"Yes. I knew you were happy," he said. "That made me happy and it-" 

The laughter was in her eyes again. "It did what, my pet?" 

"I don't know...." How could he explain the feelings he'd had? 

"It made my little one feel like a man?" Her eyes were soft, almost as soft 
as the touch of her hand. She was stroking him now, letting her fingers 
brush across the tiny slumbering penis between his firm thighs. Her touch 
was infinitely more exciting than his own had been. His breath spurted in a 
tiny gasp. His mother looked at him and smiled without stopping her play. 
Now her hand cupped his sex organs, covering them completely and massaging 
gently. Her fingers worked into the small loose sacs hanging beneath his 
penis, the empty sacs that had not yet received his manhood. He tingled and 
shivered with pleasure. 

"It feels good?" she asked. 

Dumbly, he nodded. 

"It is good. Sex is the real pleasure of life, my love. Here, lie down 
beside me...." 

She tugged him to the rumpled sheet. Was it his imagination or could he 
smell the heavy male odor of the man who had been here such a short time 
ago? Whatever it was, he was dizzy with strange feelings he'd never known 
before. His mother's hand was still at him, prodding and probing between his 
legs and gently arousing the small prick. She raised herself on one elbow 
and stared at his body as though it entranced her. Mike lay very still, 
afraid to move and break the magic spell. He liked what she was doing and he 
didn't want her to stop. 

Her heavy breast fell across his thin chest and he gasped at the heat and 
weight of it. His hand went toward it and hesitated. She saw the motion and 
laughed, pushing her body harder against him, forcing the big melon of her 
tit to rub into his flesh. 

"Touch it, my baby, yes, touch it. Take it!" 

He put his finger to the hard tip of the nipple. He saw and felt the tiny 
ridges in it, saw the tiny crusts of dried moisture on it. His mouth was dry 
as he brought his other hand up and cupped the heavy weight to squeeze and 
fondle the dome. 

"Suck it...." she whispered, eyes almost closed. 

He did as he was told, taking the nipple she offered and cradling it on his 
tongue, closing his lips over it slowly. His mother sighed and pressed 
harder to him, forcing the tit deep into his mouth and almost choking him. 
For several minutes, she clung to him this way, keeping his face pressed 
hard to her bosom. All the time her hand was increasing its tempo on his 
penis and scrotum. What had begun as tender caresses were now strong, 
demanding tugs at the tiny organ. Mike knew his body was responding 
somehow-like it had when he stood in the doorway and watching the fucking. 
He felt the same pressure, the same need. But the warmth was different-it 
was her warmth holding him now and he liked it. 

After a while, she pulled her tit from his hungry mouth. It withdrew with a 
loud snap, a wet sound. She laughed with delight and quickly moved her body 
on the bed so she could get at his crotch. Her laughing mouth covered his 
penis and licked at it. Mike shuddered, unable to control the spasm that 
raced through him at the touch. She was sucking him now-dragging hard at the 
tiny column as though it had a special offering for her that she could not 
wait to taste. Her hand was between his spread thighs, pushing up at the 
scrotal sacs and the base of his cock. The pressure raised the tiny organ 
and gave her more to suck, and the movements of her finger at his erotic 
flesh were driving him wild. His whole body strained and wanted to please 
her, please himself. What would happen? Would he find the same pleasure the 
man before him had done? Had his mother sucked that man like this? 

All thoughts were driven from his mind as the need of his young body rose to 
fever pitch. He was excited, no longer able to he still under the lapping, 
pushing tongue. His body squirmed and bounced on the bed. He thought he 
heard his mother laugh with delight, but he couldn't be sure. She was diving 
at his cock, swallowing it whole and then quickly drawing up again to extend 
it to its full length. The loose skin that usually hung over the end of his 
organ slid and slipped with her motions. Each time it scurried over the 
throbbing tip of the organ, it sent shivers through his entire body. The 
penis was alive with nerve endings he'd never known existed. His whole body 
was alive with fire now. He whimpered and moaned, and his mother increased 
the tempo of the fellatio. Moments later, Mike felt the fiery spasm build 
somewhere deep in his body, near the spot where her fingers still dug and 
searched in his flesh. It felt like a volcano rumbling and readying for 
eruption. And finally, after agonizing minutes of torture, the explosion 
ripped through him. It felt like fire and lava; it poured from him and was 
sucked up quickly by her hungry, loving mouth. After a long time, he 
shuddered again and lay still. His mother's motions slowed and she pulled 
back. 

She stared at the tiny cock, then bent to lick it gently. The tiny head was 
still red from its exertion, and she lapped at it as though it were 
strawberry ice cream. Mike had never felt so good in his whole life. 

She explained a lot to him that night. He learned that his 'cum' was not the 
real thing but a youthful version of the semen that would build in his later 
years. He learned that women liked to suck men but most were afraid to admit 
it. He also learned that every woman hid a secret desire to have a 
child-man, like him. Smooth, hairless, undeveloped boys could be a special 
treat to a woman who had had many lovers. And if he promised not to talk of 
their affairs to anyone, she would teach him many, many things and give him 
many, many pleasures. 

And she'd kept that promise. For the next seven years, his mother had taught 
him many things about himself and about women. She had taken him to bed with 
her whenever she was alone, played with his body and taught him how to play 
with hers. He learned all the intimate words of lovemaking, how to excite 
and be excited. He learned to handle his mother's private parts, and 
eventually to insert his boycock into her pussy and give her all she wanted. 
He even learned to put it up her ass and make her cum that way. By the time 
he was fourteen and his testicles descended and his voice deepened, he was 
shooting his load of cum into his old lady regularly. 

He'd made it with a couple of girls in town too. He liked it each time. 

But this afternoon, the old doll in room 1133 had put a whole new light on 
fucking and having a ball. She had paid cash for using his cock briefly. Was 
that why he was so excited now? Was this the answer to his problems about 
money and getting the hell out of this little town? 

Maybe it was. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When the little boy left, Harriet stood staring at the door for a long time. 
She had done it! She had actually asked him to find her someone! God, what a 
vacation this was going to be! She should have tried this long ago. But 
somehow she had been afraid to in Los Angeles. Fear of blackmail had kept 
her from filling her need with any of the pretty boys she'd seen on the 
streets or met at parties. Occasionally she had taken one home and enjoyed 
him for a night. This was how she discovered that the young ones pleased her 
so much. Young ... but they had all been teenagers at least, all developed, 
with heavy balls and hairy crotches. Not that she minded-like the bellboy 
who'd just left. What was his name? Mike. Good. She liked hard young flesh 
... but the longing to know what it would be like to have a child grow in 
her. She'd never had children of her own, never given birth or suckled a 
child at her breast. Was this longing for young male flesh somehow a 
distortion of thwarted motherhood? No, that was nonsense. The feelings she 
had now about young boys were far from motherly. 

She turned and walked into the bathroom of the suite. It gleamed with pale 
lavender tile and fixtures. Very nice. In one corner, a large sunken tub 
crossed at an angle. On the outside wall, a shower still door stood 
partially open. She peered inside. Lavender and white, with small touches of 
black for accent. Across from the door, the outer wall seemed to be a huge 
window. She could see directly out into the yard, even see the ocean beyond 
a fringe of trees. My God, was it ordinary glass? It couldn't be-too many 
people enjoyed privacy to allow themselves on public view while showering. 
It had to be some kind of one-way glass that afforded no view from the 
outside. A clever idea. 

She stepped back and began to undress. A shower would feel good now. She was 
sticky and hot from traveling. The five hour plane trip had been tiring. 
Added to that, the hour drive from the airport here, and then the excitement 
of the bellboy. Yes, she needed a shower, and she needed to get out of the 
damned corset. 

She threw the print silk dress over a chair near the door and struggled to 
release the hooks and zipper of the girdle. When they finally gave, her 
flesh poured over the damp cloth and strained against it. She got the corset 
off and tossed it to the floor. She would not wear it again while she was 
here. She had taken the time to purchase two muumuus in an airport shop 
before catching her taxi. The flowing, loose garments were the style here, 
and they would hide her bulges. She was here on vacation, here to enjoy 
herself. 

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind the door. If only she 
didn't enjoy food so much! Her waist had grown thick and rolls of fat 
creased her abdomen. Her breasts had always been large, but now the extra 
weight and her age had caused them to sag like overly ripe watermelons on 
the vine. Still ... she cupped her hands under the tits and lifted, sucking 
in her breath and pulling her shoulders back hard. Still, they were 
exciting, and man would think so. Big, with huge coral aureoles and hard, 
protruding nipples. She let go of the heavy spheres of flesh and ran her 
hands down over her belly and hips. If she lost thirty pounds she'd have a 
damned nice figure. But losing weight was not easy for her when she was 
lonely and dissatisfied all the time. 

She sighed and pushed her hands into the dark thatch of hair at her crotch. 
Tiny flecks of gray there too. She was moist and hot. The boy had excited 
her. She should have made him fuck her. But that would have meant getting 
out of the corset and clothes, letting him see her at her worst. No, it was 
better this way, better for him to come to her while she was fresh and 
clean. And she had enjoyed the fellatio, enjoyed it very much even though it 
had excited her beyond reason and not made her cum. But it had given her the 
courage to ask Mike to get her a younger boy ... and that made it 
worthwhile. 

She kicked aside the nylons and underwear and leaned to turn on the shower. 
Moments later she was standing under the cool spray, lathering her body with 
the sweet-smelling soap from the dish. She stared out the glass panel while 
she soaped her tits and underarms, smiling at the thought of being able to 
watch the world below from her naked vantage point. She hummed softly. 

She saw him then, crossing the green patch of grass and making his way 
through the thick forest of vegetation that surrounded the hotel. Mike. Her 
breath quickened as she recognized him. Yes, she was sure it was him. The 
tight pants and slim hips, the handsome face and wide shoulders.... 

Her hand was at her crotch and without conscious thought she dug at her 
pussy with the bar of soap. It lathered quickly in the heavy flow of juices 
that flowed from her. The hard slick bar of soap found her clitoris and ate 
at it, digging and burning the tender flesh as she clutched and grabbed 
herself in a frenzy of new lust. She was as horny as hell-and she couldn't 
stand it any longer. She had meant it when she told him she couldn't wait. 

My God, she couldn't wait! The soap slipped from her hand and skidded across 
the wet tiles. She didn't notice or care. Her fingers yanked at the wet 
slippery flesh between her legs, dug up into the tunnel of her body. She 
shoved them as far as they would go, all the time keeping pressure on her 
clitoris and renewing the heady waves of delight it sent out. She leaned 
against the cool wet wall, huddling in the corner, and masturbated with all 
her strength. She never took her eyes off the grounds eleven stories below 
her and the small figure of the boy moving across it. Watching him, she 
thought of the glorious big cock he had presented when she lowered his 
pants. Her tongue could still taste the heady flavor of his cum, the salty 
maleness of his load. Her fingers ripped at her flesh, demanding and 
searching, finding the erotic zones that would force an orgasm. She 
whimpered and was heedless of the water pouring over her from the shower. 
The boy in the yard below stopped and turned suddenly, as though looking 
back toward her. 

"Yes...." she whispered. "See me ... fuck me ... here ... oh, God, 
yeeeesssss!!!" Her hands flew inside her, beat and pounded, slipped and 
slid. She half-crouched, her knees weak as her ecstasy mounted. She imagined 
she could see Mike smile; it made her cum. The explosion ripped through her 
belly like fire that would not be quenched. Her body shivered and shuddered 
against the wet tiles as she sank almost to her knees. Fire and joy raced 
through her, and her hands were drenched in the thick outpouring of 
secretions her vagina gave. 

"Aaaahhhh!! Ooooo, mmmmmm!!" She worked at her own body vigorously until the 
last eddying rays of delight had subsided. 

Slowly, she stood up and withdrew her slimy wet hands. They were covered 
with cunt juice, and she stared at it in wonder for several moments before 
she once again resumed showering and washed it away. Below in the hotel 
yard, the slim figure of the bellhop had vanished. Harriet sighed heavily 
and turned away from the glass. 

A half hour later, she was drinking her third highball and sitting near the 
window when the tap at the door came. She got up quickly, setting her glass 
on the small table and pausing to glance in the mirror before she went to 
the door. 

Mike stood outside with a young boy beside him. Harriet's eyes went wild 
with delight as she glanced at the small child. He couldn't be more than 
nine or ten, she thought. Dark, like Mike. A native islander? Someone from 
the village, no doubt. Someone Mike knew and who could be trusted to be 
discreet. Still, she would have to be careful.... 

"This is Ben, Mrs. Cash. He lives near me in the village. His parents are 
away today and he was alone. I thought you might enjoy his company." Mike 
smiled ever so slightly. 

"Yes, of course. Come in." Harriet stepped back and opened the door wide. 

"I have to get back to work," Mike said, pushing the child gently into the 
room. "I'll come and pick him up when I get off work at six, okay?" He gave 
her a meaningful glance. 

"All right...." She stood where she was until Mike disappeared into the 
elevator. Then she closed the door quickly and leaned against it. The boy 
was staring at her with wide eyes. Not fright, only vast curiosity. What had 
Mike told him? How had Mike chosen him? 

Now that the moment of truth was here, Harriet was frightened and unsure of 
how to proceed. It had been so easy with the older boy who understood what 
she wanted. But this child was pure and untouched, she could tell by his 
huge eyes and the innocence of his face. 

She smiled at him and moved across the room. "Would you like something cold 
to drink?" she said. She had taken the precaution of ordering Cokes and 
lemon-lime along with her whiskey. 

Ben nodded arid she poured him a tall glass of Coke over ice cubes. She held 
it out to him and he came to her. His hand brushed hers and drew away, but 
the tremor had already begun inside her. She could not miss the chance now 
that it was here. She had the boy in the room, she would satisfy her desire 
for the taste of his flesh. 

She let him take the glass and watched him drink it. His eyes never left 
hers, and he seemed to be questioning her constantly. He had not yet said a 
word. 

Harriet fixed herself another strong drink and carried it to the wide couch. 
She motioned to the boy and he brought his Coke and stood before her as she 
sat down. 

"Sit here by me," she said. 

He moved slowly but gracefully. He was not tall and his bone structure was 
slight, yet his shoulders were wide and predicted a good physique as he 
matured. He wore a colorful shirt that had apparently been laundered many 
times and short pants, white duck but slightly gray with age and wear. He 
was barefooted. 

"What's your last name, Ben?" she asked softly. 

He lowered the glass and said, "Yishido." 

Oriental ... she thought she had detected a slight difference in his 
features. 

"How old are you?" 

"Ten." 

Small for his years. 

"What did Mike say about me?" She kept the smile securely in place so he 
would not panic. 

Ben shrugged slightly. "That you wanted someone to keep you company, someone 
that you could be nice to." He shifted his gaze slightly, then brought it 
back to her. "And that you would give me a dollar." 

She almost laughed. "Yes, that's right. Did he say anything else?" 

Ben smiled. "That I should be nice and let you do whatever you wanted." 

Bless him, Harriet thought. He had readied the boy, set him up for her but 
left the conquest to her. She was beginning to feel excited again, her fear 
had vanished. She drank the cold whiskey and slid her arm across the back of 
the sofa so her fingers trailed to the boy's shoulders. He made no move to 
pull away from her. Maybe she should take him on the bed right away. No, she 
didn't want to disturb the delicate balance of tension and delight. 

She finished the drink and reached behind her to set the glass on the table. 
The boy looked at his own half-empty glass and Harriet said, "Take your 
time, darling." 

He didn't flinch at the endearment. Harriet moved her hand to his shoulder, 
felt the warm flesh and hard bones under the thin cloth. She began to rub 
him. 

"Do you go to school?" she asked. 

He sipped the Coke. "Yes." 

"What grade are you in?" Her hand found the opening at the front of his 
shirt and crept to his bare flesh. 

"Fourth." 

The top button slipped open and she moved her palm over his bony chest, 
searching for the tiny rosebud nipple. "Do you like school?" 

He shrugged just as her fingers located the tiny circle of raised hard 
flesh. A shiver of delight raced through her. 

"Do you have brothers and sisters?" she asked. Her finger poked and probed 
at the tiny nipple, circling it and tickling it until she was sure she felt 
a reaction in it. 

"One sister and two brothers," he said. He leaned forward and put his glass 
on a table. She hadn't even noticed that he had finished the cold drink. 

"How old are they?" Slowly, her hand began a new route toward his waist. The 
buttons of the shirt slid open easily at her slightest touch, and now the 
shirt flapped to expose his bare chest. She watched her white hand move 
across the dark body. 

She was conscious that he was answering her question, but the words were dim 
echos in her brain. Her attention was riveted on the body, his flesh before 
her. Her hand had grown moist and hot touching him. She wanted to get on 
with it, get him naked as quickly as possible. But she didn't want to panic 
him. She kept telling herself to move slowly. 

When he stopped talking, she asked him other questions, attempting to keep 
him preoccupied enough so he wouldn't have time to worry about what she was 
doing. It succeeded too. He answered, and she managed to unbutton the 
waistband of his shorts and unzip the fly. Now her hand was on his warm 
belly, on the soft mound above his pubic flesh, so near ... so close.... 

She heard the sound and it took several moments to recognize it as her own 
breath. The harsh rasps filled the quiet room like animals groans. Harriet 
felt the wetness at her thighs again, the deep stirring in the pit of her 
belly. She was hot and needy, dripping cunt juice at the thought of this 
luscious child. She looked at him and he met her gaze evenly. 

Mike had told him to do whatever she wanted.... 

"Stand up," she said. 

When he obeyed, she quickly took off the shirt and drew down his pants. She 
stared at the lovely naked child body and licked her lips. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Under the loose muumuu, Harriet was very warm. The sight of the boy's 
genitals set off a heat wave inside her. His little cock dangled over 
withered empty sacs that had not yet been filled by testes. He was a 
baby....His skin was smooth and hairless, the color of lightly creamed 
coffee. The roll of foreskin puckered over the tiny organ seemed darker in 
color than the rest of his flesh, and she stared at it in wonder. 

Putting her hands to him, she drew him close. He came without protest or 
sound. She did not look at him but she could tell from the corner of her 
vision that he was watching her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, 
catching every expression and move and recording them indelibly. 

She reached for the glorious young, unspoiled sex organ. He jerked slightly 
when she grasped it. 

"I won't hurt you ... don't worry...." Still she didn't look up at him. 

He said nothing and eased his body closer as she encouraged him with a 
slight tug. 

Her fingers lifted the short column of male flesh. It was incredibly soft, 
flopping over her finger like a limp rope. She laughed softly and forced it 
up into her easy fist. The puckered foreskin was like a drawstring over the 
head of the cock. She worked it slowly, trying to open the purse and being 
out the hidden treasure under it. It eluded her, so soft was the organ. It 
kept slipping back before she could urge it out all the way. She drew him 
even closer. 

Standing before her this way, his lovely little body was just the right 
height for her. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at the baby 
prick, catching it lightly and gently. It tasted of salt water and sunshine. 
She moved one hand under the sex apparatus, cupping the scrotal sacs 
lovingly. Poor empty darlings. She ran her finger along the crack of his ass 
and found the hard tight spot of his anus. He shivered a bit and she let him 
relax a moment before she took his sweet cock in her mouth. This time it was 
not for a mere lick. She wrapped her lips around it, ran her tongue hard 
into the tight pucker of foreskin. The loose limp penis rolled and lolled on 
her tongue. It excited her, and she began to suck it, moving her head back 
and forth slowly and trying to harden the little tool. Was he too young to 
gain an erection? She knew little of such things, but she was sure she had 
heard somewhere that even baby boys had involuntary erections, sudden 
hardenings of the penis that lasted for seconds or minutes. Surely then a 
boy of ten would be able to get it up. 

She felt the first stirring in him a moment later and knew she would 
succeed. He would get hard! And she would have him however she wanted him. 
Slowly, now, Harriet, she told herself. Slowly ... enjoy every moment ... 
you've waited a hell of a long time for this.... 

The boy sighed, and the sudden sound made Harriet jerk her head up and look 
at him. His eyes were half-closed and his lips parted. His breath was heavy 
enough to hear over her own. He liked the advances she was making!! 

"Oh, Ben, darling child...." She stood up quickly and took his hand and led 
him to the bedroom of the suite. She left him standing by the bed and in a 
spastic motion managed to pull the muumuu up over her head and off. She 
threw it in the direction of the chair but didn't watch to see where it 
landed. Naked, she faced him. 

There was wonder and surprise in his expression but no disgust at the sight 
of her plump body. He didn't care if she was overweight, sagging. She had 
excited him and he wanted her offerings. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the slim boy to her. She kept him 
in front of her for a moment, savoring the full view of his nakedness, and 
stroking his flesh with gentle touches. His hip bones were hard and jutting, 
and she moved from them to the flat breadth of his belly. Someday soon he 
would be tight and hard and strong. Even now at ten he showed the promise of 
a lean taut body. His belly was smooth, and the mound above his genitals was 
unblemished. She touched him, examined the folds of his skin and separated 
them. The penis was still dormant but it seemed to have elongated some. Was 
he becoming aroused? 

She drew him onto the bed, forced him to he back and spread out before her 
admiring eyes. She feasted them on him, letting her gaze follow where her 
hands led. Her breath was a tightly coiled pain in her chest as she realized 
how long she had waited for this moment, and how delirious she was now that 
it was here. She bent her head and took his cock in her mouth again, sighed 
deeply and began to suck. 

He tasted purer and better than hard man cock, she thought. He was 
delicious, fresh and unspoiled ... waiting for her. Her vagina was heavy 
with lust now, the residual of her earlier encounter with Mike flamed to new 
fire by the substitute he had brought her. Her tongue flicked at the rosebud 
opening of the penis. The head was beginning to emerge from the sheath ... 
she sucked hard and drew it out. She felt the foreskin stretch and pop back 
as the swollen cockhead shot out and onto her tongue. The shaft of passion 
flesh was hardening with each stroke she made on it. He was getting an 
erection, coming alive under her hot tongue and lips. She let her teeth 
scrape very lightly over the ridge where the head met the column of flesh, 
found the connecting cord and waggled her tongue at it. She knew from past 
experience that it was the most sensitive spot on a man's penis. What one of 
her boy-lovers had taught her that? No matter, it worked now when she needed 
it. 

Ben was squirming and writhing under her ministrations. He was no longer 
able to control the body motions the sex play brought forth. And he didn't 
want to. He lay back, content to let her have his way. So this was what Mike 
had hinted at. "Let her do whatever she wants, you understand?" Mike had 
repeated that over and over to him. Ben had agreed, he had little other 
choice. Ben had swiped a handful of cash from the money drawer behind the 
desk-and Mike had caught him at it. Mike forced him to put it back, then 
said he would not squeal on Ben if Ben stayed out of trouble. 

Ben had. Matter of fact he'd stayed away from the hotel altogether. He 
didn't want Ben to think about him and maybe have a chance to change his 
mind. Ben had known Mike all his life and he knew that Mike hadn't been 
motivated by his own honesty when he made Ben return the money to the 
drawer. No, Mike had been protecting his own job-he didn't want suspicion to 
fall on him. Everyone in town knew about the stolen car and the probation. 

The incident had taken place more than a week ago, and Ben had not seen Mike 
until the older boy came looking for him today. Mike had a new condition to 
impose. He wanted Ben to spend some time with one of the hotel guests. That 
was all, just spend some time with her. And let her do whatever she wanted. 

Holy shit, he had never dreamed it would be anything like this. Ben moaned 
softly as the woman tongued him and drew the head of his cock out with her 
lips. He could feel the pressure building in his guts, a pressure that was 
new to him but instantly recognized. She was making him horny. He was 
honest-to-God getting a hard-on! He knew it happened to men but he never 
anticipated he would know the feeling until he was a good deal older. But 
here it was ... and it felt good. It felt like his insides were on fire, 
boiling and bubbling as she worked at him. 

Without raising her head, she groped for his hand and pressed it to her big 
tit. Jeez, he felt the ripe heavy flesh, felt the heavy weight pressing at 
his palm. The big circle at the crown was roughly textured but the skin was 
soft and smooth. She moved so he could watch what he was doing. His 
forefinger poked at the core of the dark patch, felt the hardening answer of 
the teat. The nipple began to grow and push out at him. He laughed, pushed 
at it some more. In moments the bud ripened to full bloom, popping out as 
big as Ben's finger. She really had big ones.... 

Harriet came up from the nest of heaven into which she'd lost herself. 
Wet-lipped, she smiled at the boy. "Suck my tit, darling," she told him, and 
to help she moved up where he could reach her. 

The big tit was right over his mouth. All he had to do was open his lips and 
let the nipple fall in. He did, and the smell and taste of her perfume 
overwhelmed him. He could hardly breathe as she leaned on him and let the 
sagging weight fill his mouth. He sucked desperately so he could breathe. 

She moaned and whimpered with delight. It felt so good to have his wet hot 
tongue soothe her fever. Yes, he was a delight, a pure virgin delight. 
Without conscious thought, she spread her legs and moved over his body. 
Still letting him suck, she moved her cunt back and forth along his leg ... 
it felt like his knee ... yes, harder. 

"Harder ... harder...." she whispered. 

His mouth worked furiously at her breast and his knee came up to press 
against the well-lubricated labia licking his leg. She was beside herself 
with ecstasy now, needing and wanting to be loved and satisfied by this 
child. She tried to tell him her need but words would not come. She rolled 
off, flopping to the bed beside him heavily, still gasping for air through 
the fire in her chest. 

Ben knew she wanted more from him. He wasn't sure how to please her, but he 
tried. He pushed himself up, massaging the pendulous tits and flicking his 
fingertips at the aroused and turgid nipples. He let his stiffened penis 
touch her belly. She moaned and tried to grab for him. He thought she wanted 
to suck him again, but she pushed him back, opening her legs to a wide 
fleshy V and capturing him between them. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Put the shaft inside-" Her hands went between her 
legs and she forced the wet hairs and the heavy flesh under them to part. He 
stared in wonder. Thick red curtains framed a dark hole. Cunt. He was seeing 
his first cunt. He touched it experimentally with a finger. It was hot and 
slimy. She jerked her body and forced his finger to enter the dark tunnel. 

"Yeeeessss ... deeper, put it in deeper!" She was watching him the whole 
while, enjoying the delight and wonder on his face as he saw her and enjoyed 
her. He poked his finger into the cavity. It was swallowed up instantly, 
lost in the deep cavern of her massive body as though it had been snapped 
off by a shark. He wiggled it experimentally to see if it was still there. 

It was, and the movement drove the woman even wilder. She hissed air between 
her teeth and bounced her heavy hips on the bed, forcing herself hard on the 
tiny finger. 

"Ooohh, yeeeesss," she said. "I like that ... yes, push all around ... put 
another finger in ... maybe two?" She wiggled and squirmed as he tried to 
comply. 

His fingers went in easily. She was big, wide open and very juicy. He had no 
trouble getting his entire hand in. She took it right up to the wrist. 

"Aaarrrggghhh ... fuuuuucccckkkkk meeeee," she could hardly talk. 

He didn't know how to fuck with his hand but she had to mean he should move 
it around. He slipped it back and forth, bringing it back as far as the wide 
knuckles, then plunging it back hard into the pulpy softness of her pussy. 
She moaned. "Yeeeessss ... more, more!" 

He did it over and over, wiggling his finger wildly at the same time. That 
made her whimper like a puppy and she was biting her lips to hold back her 
cries. 

"My God! My God!" she said after a moment. "Yes, I'm cumming, my God, I'm 
cumming!" 

Her body jerked and the hips gyrated in a frenzy of motion. She pounded and 
bounced, slamming her big ass to the bed and lifting again for another 
thrust. He was afraid to stop and afraid she would break his hand off with 
her wildness. It seemed like a very long time before she slowed and finally 
came to rest. 

She was panting hard and her eyes were glazed. He had pleased her, Ben knew. 
It had been quite different than he thought it would be. He had expected her 
to do something with his cock, not his hand. Yet he felt strangely elated at 
having satisfied her so well. 

She finally opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You wonderful child. 
Absolutely wonderful." 

Ben smiled back and when he withdrew his hand from the widespread cunt, she 
sighed and then laughed softly. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

He sat on the bed, not sure what to do next. He didn't have long to wait. 
She reached out to touch his thigh and knead it with her fingers. 

"Go wash your hands and bring back a wet cloth." 

He rose and moved toward the direction she pointed. He had never seen a 
gleaming bathroom such as this, and for a second he stared around in wonder. 
Then he quickly washed his hands at the big lavender sink and wrung out one 
of the lavender washcloths in warm water. He grabbed a towel and carried it 
and the cloth back to the bed. He held them out to her. 

She shook her head. "No, darling, you do it." 

He frowned. "What do you want me to do?" 

She laughed again. She looked pretty when she laughed, he thought. 

"Wash my cunt and thighs, darling Ben." She lay back, head propped on her 
hand and watched him. She moved one leg and opened the wide V again. 

He began to clean the thickly lathered cunt. She was very wet with some 
thick fluid that had not been there before. It had come from inside her, 
almost like a man's cum. He scrubbed at the heavy folds of red flesh with 
the cloth. 

"Spread them apart and make sure you get all the layers," she said. The 
breathy quality had come back into her voice and Ben knew that what he was 
doing was only partly to cleanse her. It was also to excite her all over 
again. She was far from finished with him. 

The idea excited him and he felt the tug in his belly again. Maybe this 
time.... 

He separated the glistening ruby-red layers of erotic flesh, washing the 
deep crevices carefully, removing all traces of the thick white stuff that 
had seeped there. There was a small bit of pink-red flesh jutting from a 
tiny sac. It looked almost like an infant penis coming from its sheath. He 
rubbed it, catching the lobe in the cloth and making sure he didn't miss any 
portions of it. She seemed to like that especially, and her breathing was 
getting heavy again. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she said. "That's the way...." 

Fascinated, he played with the small protrusion of red flesh. She was 
wiggling now, pushing at his hand and the cloth to force him hard against 
her. But he didn't want to just play this way, he wanted more. He glanced at 
her and she seemed to understand. 

"Lie beside me," she said, patting the bed. 

Quickly, he dropped the cloth and lifted himself to the bed. She shook her 
head as he tried to put his head close to her breast, that huge temptation 
of ripe lust. "The other way," she told him. 

She showed him what she meant. She turned him around so his head was at her 
crotch, and hers at his. She bent one knee to keep her thighs spread, 
lifting the leg high and pushing his face between the heavy jaws of flesh. 
She was almost trembling now. "Lick it," she said. 

Experimentally, he pushed his tongue against the spot that looked like a 
little penis. She shivered and her thighs clamped at his head lightly. 
"Yesssss, ooohhh yeeeessss!" She humped her hips and forced it harder at 
him. He began to probe with his tongue, licking and lapping at the tiny 
bulge. She was very wet again, almost as though he had never wiped away all 
the cunt juice from their first play session. He used his fingers to spread 
the thick red lips of her vagina and licked each of the folds with a darting 
tongue, teasing her by digging his oral organ into the cavity from time to 
time. 

Harriet felt the heavy tremors of delight course through her. His lovely 
little tongue was pleasing her and teasing her. She was building quickly 
toward a new orgasm, and there would be many more to follow, she knew. My 
God, she had finally found what she had been looking for all these 
years-true satisfaction for the terrible hunger and need inside her. The 
hunger and need that had grown to gigantic proportions during her 
unsatisfactory marriage to Douglas Cash, and that had never really been 
quelled by the countless young men she had paid to service her. This boy, a 
child, was giving her the release she wanted. 

"Mmmmm, aaaahhhh, darling, yes, yeeeeesssss, that's the way...." She moved 
her hips because she could not keep them still. She was on fire, burning 
with desire and lust. She wanted everything this delectable child had to 
offer! 

Hungrily, she opened her mouth and took his cock again. It had gone almost 
soft, only a faint trace of the tight hardness was left. Lovingly, she 
fingered his scrotum, pushed deep into his body In search of testicles that 
hid from her touch. She kissed the end of the tiny penis, licking at it and 
inserting her tongue into the fold of foreskin, gently pushing it back to 
expose the red glistening head of his prick. It was lovely, tempting and 
delicious. She ran her tongue under the ridge of meaty flesh, felt the 
instant reaction from the child's body. The cock began to quiver slightly 
and grow, the beginning of an erection. Delighted, she took the entire thing 
in her mouth and sucked it. 

The boy could not lie still either. His little hips jiggled, moving toward 
her with quick jerking motions. He was telling her to suck him hard! How 
cute, she thought, and how goddamn sexy! She almost gobbled him up. 

His tongue was a furious tattoo inside her pussy. He seemed to be enjoying 
it and she no longer had to tell him the things she wanted. His tiny oral 
organ was probing deep in her pussy, licking up all the cunt juice it could 
find and setting fire to her tissues. The tunnel was hot and she could feel 
the heavy roiling of a new climax building deep in her uterus. 

She told him so with her mouth on his cock. She sucked violently, slamming 
her head at his soft pubic mound, driving the stiffening boycock as far into 
her throat as it would go, pulling back on it quickly to force the foreskin 
to slide over the ridge of the head. He was going crazy but he never stopped 
his wonderful cunnilingus. 

The orgasm erupted in a sudden burst of hot cunt juice. She felt it release 
inside her, felt her uterus burn with its molten lava heat, felt it spread 
and flow through her and reach her cunt, felt the hungry little tongue drink 
it up greedily. She moaned and twisted, never letting go of the taut cock, 
never stopping her own violent fury on it. She cried the words of her 
passion into the mouthful of prick. 

"I'mmmm ccccuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg!!" 

To the boy, it sounded like nothing but a long moan of joy and release. He 
knew she was cumming, he could tell by the way her body jerked and twisted. 
And he could tell because of the hot flood of juice that poured into his 
mouth from her cunt. He had to lick and swallow quickly to avoid being 
smothered by it. It was hot and sweet and cloying. It burned all the way 
down to his belly, like the few sips of whiskey he had tried when his father 
wasn't around to catch him. Only her cunt juice was even more intoxicating. 
He was dizzy with pleasure, gasping for air and for more of the hot stuff. 
His whole body was in white heat. The way she was sucking at his cock-man, 
he was going crazy. She wasn't letting up either just because he'd made her 
cum again. That's nice ... oh, jeezzz ... I'm going crazy ... don't stop ... 
jeeezzzz, don't stop.... 

Her fingers crawled along his ass, digging in the tight crack and forcing 
against the sensitive spot he knew had to be his asshole. What was she going 
to do? Moaning, he licked at her cunt with new frenzy. 

Her finger touched, pushed, played at the muscle. Gently she pushed at it, 
prying it open, inserting the tip of her finger into the pursed muscle. It 
drove him crazy. It felt like the pressure was going right into his cock-and 
his cock swelled even harder against her tongue. He felt like he was going 
to split wide open. When was she going to let him fuck her? He knew he had 
to-knew he wanted to more than anything else. 

Her finger wormed into the tight asshole, wiggling only slightly so she 
wouldn't hurt him. The tight back tunnel was unbelievably hot and dry, and 
it excited her. She imagined a man felt something like this when his cock 
slid up a cunt-no a cunt was wet-she'd heard of women being fucked in the 
asshole but she'd never had it that way-my God, was this what it would be 
like. A sudden surge of heat brought new juice into her pussy. The boy's 
prick was a rigid tool now, grown to far past what she'd thought it would. 
Slowly, she pulled her mouth from it and withdrew her finger from his anus. 
She had to lift his face away from her pussy. His mouth was flecked with 
saliva and her love juice, and he licked his lips eagerly. His eyes were 
glittering brightly, almost as though he were delirious with fever. Fuck 
fever.... 

She lay back flat, pulling him over her. For a moment he clung to her, 
pressing his bony chest against her huge tits, insinuating his crotch and 
cock against hers, trying to push his rigid sex organ between her legs. 

She smiled. "Yes, darling Ben, now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel 
that lovely hard cock of yours slide up into my pussy. I want to feel you 
skin back and forth, drive it in as far as it will go. I want you to take me 
hard and long-yes, do it!!" She spread her legs to a wide V and then lifted 
her knees to open the love passage for him. 

He moved back, staring at the glistening wet red hole and grabbed his cock. 
He aimed it at her, and he pushed forward quickly. The cockhead slipped 
across the wet slime and brushed the sheet beneath them. He raised it and 
tried again. 

"Just a minute," she whispered heavily. She grabbed a pillow and, raising 
her hips, shoved it under them. It angled her ass and made the cunt more 
accessible. "Now-don't rush-I want to enjoy every second of it-" 

He stabbed the cock at the gaping maw. It made contact, and he almost 
fainted from the sudden burning heat. It was like dipping his prick into a 
vat of burning oil. 

"Yeeeessss ... now push it in. Oh, my God!" She grabbed his waist and forced 
him to plunge the hot tool all the way in. It was the first child cock she'd 
ever had in her twat and the restless and yearning of the years was poured 
into this moment. She could not wait, she wanted to feel the deep digging 
heat of the boycock inside her. She almost came instantly. 

Her breath was a hot coil in her throat. "Fuuuucccckkk mmmmeeeee," she tried 
to cry. It came out a hoarse plea of panic. 

He knew what to do. He began to move the hot poker back and forth inside 
her. She was so big and so wet and loose that he had trouble staying in her. 
His damned cock wanted to fall out every time he pulled back. He dug his 
fingers into the beefy flesh of her hips and held on. He leaned forward, 
almost laying on her big boobs. They bounced and jogged with their fucking 
motions. 

After a few moments, they were heaving and bucking in perfect rhythm. She 
helped him, moving her ass and hips to keep his little dick inside her. He 
was so hot, so wonderfully hot.... 

"Mmmmmm, I like that-" she crooned to him. "I like it sooo 
mmmmuuuccchhhh!!!" 

Her legs held him like a vise, giving him only enough room to screw in and 
out of her hellhole. It was as though he were trapped in a burning cave. Her 
body demanded him, sucked him deep inside, pulled at the hidden strings of 
his manhood. He felt tight pain in his belly, down low where his sex organs 
had not yet matured. But there was something-she was bringing out something 
from the depths of his being. 

"Harder-!!" She slammed her hips upward and he sank into the hilt. His 
scrotum, empty balls, slapped against her ass. The bubbling cunt juice had 
run down the crack of her ass and she was wet and slick all over now. He 
fucked as hard as he could. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh, oooo, maaakkkeee mmmmmeeeee cuuuuummmmm!!!" She writhed and 
twisted her head. Her lips quivered, and from time to time she caught them 
between her teeth and clamped them tightly. She looked at him from under 
heavy lids. 

Then he knew. He wasn't sure how, but he knew it as surely as he knew his 
own need. She was ready to cum. There was a slight change in the tension of 
her body, a sudden surge in the temperature of her pussy, an urgency that 
surpassed everything that had gone before. She was cumming! 

The very thought triggered his own youthful fire. His guts rumbled, his cock 
strained. He jerked with a spasm of pagan pleasure as something exploded 
inside him. He felt a hot rush of liquid flame through his prick and pour 
into the woman's love hole. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!!" he felt the sweat run down his face. 

She felt the hot spurt of his first ejaculation-the pre-manhood burst of 
sexual energy that had built inside him. It immediately triggered her 
orgasm. The heady, heavy wave of lust burst, washed over her. Fingers of 
flame radiated from the tip of the child prick and burned through her. The 
tiny prick did not reach the wall of her cunt, did not sink into the pulpy 
flesh that special way large man-pricks did, but that tended to make it even 
more exciting. The small organ was bringing her to a climax equal to any she 
had ever known, despite its lack of super-length. 

"Fuuuccckkk mmmmeeee," she cried. "I'mmmm sooo hot! I'mmmm cuummmiiinnnggg, 
yeeessss, fuuucccckkkk mmmmeeee, I'mmmm cuuummmmiinnnggg!" 

She heaved and let the hot flood wash her into ecstatic oblivion. Wave after 
wave of pure sexual joy flowed through her. Her cunt burned, and the fire 
spread to her uterus and upward into her entire body. She didn't realize she 
had lifted her legs high in the air until she was aware of the tingling 
sensation coursing down her legs and curling her toes. Her head spun in the 
dizzying orgasm that left her weeping and breathless. She seemed to be 
floating in air, weightless and beyond feeling anything but the fulfillment 
of her lust. She had cum like never before. She was sated. 

She let herself drift in the happy fog aimlessly. She was only dimly aware 
of letting her feet fall to the bed and of the thick pillow still balled up 
under her ass. She was so warm and so happy. She never wanted to come out of 
the cocoon of peace and wonder. Eyes closed, she drifted, imagining a 
thousand young tongues and pricks caressing her sweaty body. She smiled and 
whimpered softly. 

She imagined she heard voices, but that was impossible. There was no one in 
the world but her and the lovely boy creature who had ushered her into the 
state of ecstasy. Slowly, she forced her heavy lids open and looked for him. 

He was not on the bed. She searched blindly with a hand, felt the warm damp 
sheet where he had lain with her. With a great deal of effort, she lifted 
her head and looked about the room. The naked child was standing in the 
doorway talking to someone! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Harriet jerked upright, frightened suddenly. She clutched foolishly at the 
sheet and drew it around her, knowing as she did that it was silly, since 
the man in the doorway had already seen her nudity and obvious sated 
condition. 

Ben turned and looked at her, then turned back to the man. The figure moved 
into the room. Harriet breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized Mike 
Halua. 

"My God! You gave me a fright!" 

"Ben let me in," he said with a grin. "You told me to come back at six when 
I finished work." 

"Is it six already?" She couldn't believe the time had gone so 
quickly-almost two hours. Just seeing the naked child a few feet away made 
her tingle anew. 

"You must have been having a very good time not to notice," Mike said. 

There was something in his tone that she didn't like. He was no longer 
subservient. He had serviced her, and he had the upper hand-and he knew it. 
She looked away and got up from the bed. She was still a little weak, and 
her knees buckled. She had really cum, and it had left her entire body 
quivering and shaky. 

"Looks like you don't need me now," Mike said, the leer still on his face. 

"You don't have to explain. Ben and I have been talking." Again, the hint of 
power in his voice. 

"Of course I want you," she said quickly. "You promised to show me around 
the island." 

"Ah yes, a guide. You wanted a guide." Mike smiled broadly, white teeth 
gleaming against his dark skin. He had changed his clothes from the hotel 
uniform of aloha shirt and white ducks. Now he wore Levi's and a tight 
T-shirt that showed his brown muscled arms to great advantage. She had the 
feeling he knew it. 

"If you have the time," she said. 

He nodded. "I'm free all night, but Ben here has to get home. His folks will 
be looking for him." 

What was it Mike had said earlier about Ben's folks? She couldn't recall. 
She watched Mike scurry for his clothes. Alarmed, she said to him, "Go wash 
first." All she needed was for his mother to suspect he had been with a 
woman. Harriet knew that the odor of her body and her perfume clung to the 
child, and the odor of sex was heavy on him. She wanted no trouble. "Take a 
shower," she said. 

The boy said nothing but carried his clothes into the lavender bathroom and 
shut the door. Harriet looked at Mike. "Can we get a car?" 

He nodded. "You want to look around first or play around?" He was still 
grinning, and despite the fact she knew he was potentially dangerous, she 
could not resist his good looks and humor. He was a very attractive young 
man. 

"I-maybe we could find a nice place to eat. Are there any around here, I 
mean other than the hotel?" 

He thought a moment. "There's a place about a half hour's drive from here." 
She smiled. "Can we go there?" 

"You got a car?" 

"I asked the hotel to have a rental car here for me. I'll check at the 
desk." 

"Okay. We can drop Ben off on the way." He was watching her, but glanced 
toward the bathroom door where the shower could be heard beyond. 

"Do you think it's wise?" She was concerned about being linked with the 
child. If anyone suspected "Maybe you're right. He can walk home, it's not 
far." 

As though on cue, the sound of the shower stopped. A few minutes later, the 
bathroom door opened and the boy came out, dressed again in his shorts and 
shirt. His hair was damp and his eyes bright. 

"Give him his dollar," Mike said. 

Harriet was shocked out of her stupor. She went to the dresser and extracted 
a dollar from her wallet and handed it to the child. "Ben, I-" She didn't 
know what to say. Now that it was over, she once more felt shy and 
withdrawn. The actions of the past hours seemed very remote from her usual 
quiet nature. 

Ben took the dollar and tucked it in his pants pocket with a quick glance at 
Mike. What was it between them, Harriet wondered. She saw it in the glance, 
something more than the surface words. Once again she felt uneasy. 

Ben smiled at her quickly and said, "Good-bye. Maybe I'll see you again?" 
His eyes were bright. 

"Yes," she said quickly, "I'd like that." 

Mike made an impatient motion and Ben left the suite. He turned back to 
Harriet, letting his gaze cover her like a caress. She realized with a touch 
of shame that she was still naked and sweaty from the sex romp with the boy. 
The cool air from the air conditioner in the window surged over her and she 
shivered. 

"I'd better take a shower," she said, not looking at Mike as she scurried 
past him and into the bathroom. 

In the shower, she stared out over the hotel grounds as she washed. It was 
all right, she told herself. She was doing what she wanted and she was 
enjoying every moment of it. There was no one here to know her secrets, no 
one to carry tales to her friends in L.A. She was isolated from the world 
she knew and she had the opportunity to live a new life-at least for a 
couple of weeks. No one would ever know. 

Far below she saw Ben hurry across the green grass and through the path 
among the shrubbery. He was lost to sight almost as quickly as she had 
spotted him. She smiled. He had been the most wonderful thing in her life 
and she was not willing to let him go. She wanted him again. 

Behind her the shower door opened and she turned in alarm. A grinning and 
naked Mike stood in the doorway. Harriet's breath came out as a sob as she 
caught sight of the heavy cock, fully extended, poking from his crotch. The 
dark and wiry hair surrounding his penis formed a deep triangle between his 
legs. A thin haze of it brushed over his balls. He stepped into the shower 
stall, still grinning at her. 

"I thought you might be a little lonesome," he said, his words barely 
audible over the sound of the running water. 

He pulled the door shut behind him and his warm flesh touched her wet arm. 
He moved closer and she found that she was backed against the wall, driven 
into the corner where the one-way glass met the tile. His cock slid over her 
thigh and poked between her legs. She felt the violent tremor as it nudged 
her clitoris and rubbed deep into her pubic hair. 

"Ooohhh-" It was a whimper of pleasure. 

"You don't mind?" He was laughing at her but she didn't care. 

She shook her head. Water cascaded over the naked boy, pouring down his face 
in rivulets, streaking his hair against his skin. His shoulders and torso 
glittered with drops of moisture. He looked down at her big tits, then 
grabbed his cock and shoved it to her again. 

"Spread your legs," he said. 

She leaned heavily on the wall and moved her feet apart. He bent his knees, 
came up under her and jammed the loaded weapon of his maleness into her 
cunt. She was still very loose and wet from the intercourse with Ben, and 
Mike slipped into her easily. Then he leaned his hands on either side of her 
body, against the cool tile, and began to fuck her. He jerked up hard each 
time, yanking his heavy tool against her clitoris and almost ripping her 
apart. It was exciting and electrifying. The warm water of the shower poured 
over both of them unnoticed. He pressed his body against hers, his hard 
chest tight against the heavy breasts, and her nipples burning twin holes in 
his skin. He ground his body to hers, the thick shaft of his penis digging 
into the pulpy walls of her cunt as he pressed forward. 

She was alive with need again, wanting and requiring an orgasm to satisfy 
the burning desire. She raked her fingers on his naked flesh. 

"You're so big-" 

"You like big ones better than little boy cocks?" he said. 

She gasped, unable to answer. Her body controlled her mind at the moment, 
and she needed good fucking. Somehow this boy was not like the men she had 
known, he seemed closer in his affect on her to the child Ben than a grown 
man. Yet she knew he was not a virgin, he was far too skilled in the art of 
lovemaking for that. Maybe she had judged his age wrong, maybe he was 
younger than she thought. 

Everything was driven from her mind but the heavy hot fucking cock inside 
her. She was burning now, aching for him, needing the orgasm his prick 
offered. 

"Fuck me," she said. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her 
eyes. Waves of heat and lust swept through her. His cock slammed in and out, 
his pubic hair scraping heavily in hers. They were one ... they were fused 
in white heat, she was ready to cum." 

"I' m m m m sooo hot!! I-I-I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggg!" 

"You want me to shoot my load in you?" His lips were drawn back in a grimace 
as he tried to control himself. "You want it or you want me to hold it?" He 
pounded each word with a hard fuck. 

"Giiiiivvvvveeeee iiiiittttt tttttooooo mmmmmeeeee!!" She clutched at his 
ass, clamping him to her so tightly he thought his breath would cease. But 
it left him no choice. His hot heavy load of semen exploded into her cunt 
and filled it. He felt like a dam had broken, the quick urgent release took 
his breath away, and he gasped and gurgled as the water from the shower head 
ran over his face. 

Harriet felt the heavy hot load score inside her. Her own orgasm was a 
shuddering finality of lust, and his climax met it in almost perfect timing. 
When his last jerking spasm had ceased, she was still cumming. The waves of 
undulating pleasure spread through her belly and chest. Her legs were weak 
and she could hardly stay upright against the slippery wall. She might have 
fallen except for his lusting weight against her. She was mindless of time 
and the water pouring over them. 

He moved first, drawing back and grabbing her as she threatened to fall. She 
forced her feet to hold her up. His cock jerked out of her, still hot and 
hard but beginning to go down. She glanced down at him, the glistening wet 
body and the sperm and cunt-juice covered cock. He was gorgeous, and she was 
delighted. 

Mike backed off and took a deep breath. Man, he'd really let her have a 
cuntful. It surprised him that he'd been able to cum so quickly after she 
had sucked him off only two hours ago. He'd never had chance to fuck more 
than once in any night, he power of his desire awed him. Maybe it coming 
into the suite and seeing her naked and amp with the kid's stuff. The way 
she was spread out on that bed left nothing to his imagination. She was a 
hell of a lot of cunt, and it was easy to forget that she was middle-aged 
and fat. He'd even forgotten the money for a while. Once he got into the 
shower with her and began slipping the dick to her, everything went out of 
his mind except the hot need in his guts. And, man, had he cum! 

He looked down and saw the heavy sludge of his semen and her love juice 
dripping from her. She still stood with legs spread, and the wide angle let 
the stuff run out of her easily. He wondered if she had-to worry about 
getting pregnant. Maybe she was too old for that. Hell, it was none of his 
business. 

Harriet opened her eyes and looked at him. He was smiling now, but it was 
different than before. This was the smile she wanted to see; it told her 
that he had enjoyed her as she had enjoyed him. Even if he was a lover for 
hire, he was having as good a time as she was. Hadn't it been his idea to 
come into the shower and fuck her? She had planned only to clean up and then 
they would go to dinner. Later ... she smiled. Later they might find time 
and energy to explore each other more fully and to fuck again. 

This was going to be the most fantastic vacation she had ever had. It was 
going to be the time of her life. She was already in love with Hawaii. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The restaurant Mike took her to was remote, far from the main centers of 
activity. It had obviously been built as a stopping place for tourists 
circling the island and for wealthy islanders who wanted a night out away 
from the glitter of the city. 

They had a table near a large plate glass window that overlooked the sea. 
Screened and glassed from the wind, the window afforded a fantastic view of 
the waves pounding the rocky shoreline below them. Beyond the reef in the 
distance a few sails glittered in the setting sun. 

He ordered for both of them after she assured him that she loved seafood. 
The combination plate of shrimp, lobster and mahimahi, a local fish, was 
delicious. Mike was very attentive during cocktails and the meal, and 
Harriet relaxed utterly. She didn't resist when Mike ordered a second round 
of mai tais before dinner, or when he ordered snifters of brandy afterwards. 
She wondered again about his age, but since no one in the restaurant 
questioned his drinking, she said nothing. He seemed able to hold his liquor 
well. She felt slightly dizzy and very gay by the time they headed back to 
the car. 

She snuggled against him cosily as he backed the car out of the parking 
space and onto the road. 

"Where do you want to go?" he asked. 

"Wherever you say, you're the guide." 

"You want noise and people or quiet scenery?" 

She didn't have to consider her answer more than a second. "Quiet." The 
thought of being in a remote place with this wonderful creature was 
exciting. Her heart pounded under her fat loose breasts beneath the muumuu. 
When they had finished showering, Mike had assured her that many women on 
the island wore the loose muumuus with as little as possible under them. She 
would neither look nor feel out of place. She was glad now that she had 
followed his advice. All she wore under the flowered cloth was a thin pair 
of panties. It felt strange to have her large breasts bouncing free after 
the years of corsets and tight bras she had endured. 

He let his hand slip to her thigh and squeezed gently. "I know the perfect 
place," he said. 

He drove skillfully with one hand. The other rubbed at her lightly covered 
flesh, moving slowly but surely upward. His fingertips teased lightly at her 
crotch, catching the elastic of her panties and sliding under it. Harriet 
giggled. 

He changed his tactics then and began inching the long skirt of the muumuu 
up until he could slide his hand along her bare thigh. She sighed heavily 
and moved closer to him. 

"Is it much farther?" she asked. 

"A couple of miles." His fingers dug lightly into the thick flesh of her 
legs where it came together in a triangle. Her snatch hairs were coarse 
through the thin nylon of her pants, and he rubbed them briskly. She made a 
whimpering sound, and he worked under the elastic of the underwear again. He 
wondered why she had bothered with the pants at all. He wanted to get her 
nice and hot, wanting him plenty bad. He had spent a lot of time figuring 
out how he was going to get her to listen to his proposition. He had it 
worked out-right down the line. 

He saw the cutoff ahead and swerved the car onto the dirt road that led to 
the beach. This section of the shoreline was deserted, no summer houses, not 
bungalows or shacks, no activity of any kind for the most part. He had 
discovered it some months ago when he had been out joyriding in a stolen 
car. The surf was easy here, with little or no undertow. She could wade or 
swim if she wanted to-it would be all right with him. He was quick and sure 
in the water, and he had an idea that she would like a few of the things he 
had in mind. Long ago, he had found a book in the locker room at school. One 
of those sexy books with plenty of descriptions of sex acts in a hundred 
different ways. He still remembered the scene with the guy fucking the woman 
while they were swimming. Maybe he could try it with Mrs. Cash. Even though 
she insisted he call her Harriet, he thought of her as Mrs. Cash-Mrs. 
Moneybags. 

He smiled at the growing darkness and concentrated on finding the small 
narrow road he wanted. When he found it, he bumped the car over a hundred 
feet of grass and sand and pulled up, turning off the ignition. 

She was heavy on his shoulder, almost asleep, dreaming pleasantly as his 
hand played at the hidden valley. "This is it," he said. 

She raised her head and looked around through bleary eyes. "Where are we?" 
Her voice was thick. 

The liquor had gotten to her. 

"Just a little secluded beach I thought you might like. Look, the moon's 
coming up, over there." He pointed, raising his arm so she slipped closer 
into his embrace. He felt her weight on his chest and grinned into her 
fluffy hair. 

"Oh, pretty," she said. 

He cupped one of the big tits and squeezed and jiggled it. Under the veil of 
cloth he felt the nipple harden and sprout. He pushed it in, then caught it 
between his fingers and rolled it. She simpered and turned to breathe 
against his shirt. 

"Mike...." She made his name sound like a plea. 

"Come on, let's get out and look at the water. You like the beach?" 

"Yes, of course...." She struggled to sit up. The muumuu was tangled around 
her legs. 

He climbed out and ran around to the other side to open the door and help 
her out. She stood unsteadily, her sandals sinking into the soft sand. 

"Take your shoes off," he said. Quickly and without waiting for an answer he 
bent and slipped the shoes from her feet and tossed them back into the car. 
He took her hand. "Come on, let's go down to the water." 

They were silent as they crossed the beach and walked to the water's edge. 
The sound of the waves hitting the shore was a muted crash. Far beyond the 
bay, a reef crossed the water, paralleling the shore and taking most of the 
brunt of the surf. Here, the slope was gentle and the water nearly calm. 
Mike slipped his arm around Harriet and led her toward a small inlet where a 
grove of palms sheltered the shore. Above, the moon was an opal in the 
cloudless sky. 

"How romantic," Harriet said. Her head was clearing now, and she realized 
the boy had brought her to a very nice place-and a very lonely one. She 
glanced in both directions along the beach; it was deserted. Not a car or 
person in sight anywhere. Very interesting. The longer she knew Mike the 
better she liked him. He knew what she wanted and he made no bones about 
giving it to her. And he had not mentioned money-she liked him for that. Her 
earlier promise of payment had been enough for him, and of course she meant 
to take very good care of him. But first, he had to take very good care of 
her.... 

"You want to swim?" he asked softly, almost breathing the words in her ear. 

"What?" 

"Sure, why not. No one's to see. Come on, take off your muumuu and those 
fucking underpants." 

He was already jerking his shirt over his head and unsnapping his jeans. He 
pulled them down quickly to expose his bare ass and genitals. She watched 
him, gleaming in the moonlight and against the pale background of the blue 
water and white froth of waves. 

"Come on," he said. "Take it off." He kicked his pants aside and pulled off 
his shoes. She could see the outline of his hanging cock between his legs; 
it showed up dark against the white sand. Her heart began to race. 

"I'll do it then," he said. He moved to her and grabbed the bottom of the 
gown and pulled it up. She raised her arms and let him skim it over her head 
and off. He bent, kneeling in front of her and catching the elastic of the 
briefs and working the pale cloth down over her wide hips. She watched him 
and saw her own pale flesh gleam in the moonlight. His hands were warm on 
her, and he slowed his pace, rubbing her flesh sensuously as he drew the 
panties down her body and legs. She sucked air into her lungs through her 
teeth. 

He tapped her foot and she lifted it to let him draw the pants off; then the 
other foot. He came up slowly, face pressed to her thighs, her crotch. His 
breath was fire at her cunt, a hot breeze on her already overheated tissues. 
He put his hands between her legs and eased them open. She shifted her 
weight on the sand, and he pressed between her legs again, face upturned and 
lips pursed and kissing. The hot trail of kisses found her pubic mound, a 
hot spearing tongue delved into the hairy thatch and downward, licking 
deeper and finding the thick layered folds of her labia. 

She whimpered softly. He was so sweet, so good.... 

Mike tasted the early flow of readiness from the thick cunt. She was turned 
on already, wanting and needing what he had to offer. She was hot and almost 
ready-she seemed ready to go any time any where. His own prick was still 
limp and dangling in the sand, but he wasn't worried. Even if he couldn't 
get it up again-which he didn't know for sure-she'd be plenty easy to 
please. But the way she came on hot and heavy, he might be able to manage a 
third hard-on for the day. Did he already feel something down there, or was 
it his imagination? 

He licked deep into the cunt, bypassing the rough hairy entrance and 
concentrating on the smooth, slick inner gates. He could feel tiny folds of 
flesh under his tongue, and he paged through them and entered her. He could 
hardly breathe with his face against her so hard, but he was getting drank 
on the odor of her, the sweet cloying female smell was exciting him too. He 
nibbled at what he figured must be her clitoris-and the way she danced and 
jerked he must be right. He shoved his oral member as far into her as it 
would go and he gripped her ass to hold her tight to him. She was saying 
something now, but he couldn't make out the words. The blood was pounding in 
his head, and his prick was pulling hard, the muscles tightening as a new 
erection came. Hot damn.... 

"Sweet darling boy ... yes ... oooohhh, that's soooo gooood, eat my 
pussy-yes eat it all-" She stroked his hair, touched his face and neck with 
burning fingers. "Don't stop ... oooohhhh, sooo goooood!" 

She was humping his head now, unable to stand still as the passion swirled 
and mounted inside her. She was beyond control, the liquor and the heat of 
the boy's lovemaking had blotted all else from her mind and body. "Yeeesss-" 
She was tense, her body taut and ready. "Yeeesss, Now, NOW, oh, my God, 
NOW!!!! Aaaahhhh!!!!" The explosion burst, sending hot waves of cum through 
her. She shivered and grabbed at him, and he dug his fingers into the fat 
buttocks to keep his grip on her. She was panting and huffing, the orgasm 
making her weak with delight and numb with satisfaction. The hot slime 
poured from her cunt and smeared over the boy's mouth and face. Wet smacking 
noises kept time with the lapping waves. 

When he let her go, she sank to the sand beside him, then fell back and lay 
panting. 

"Good?" he asked quietly. He knew the answer but he wanted to hear her say 
it. 

"Yes, very good. Your tongue-You're wonderful." She smiled and turned to 
him, touching her hand to his face and patting him gently. 

He propped himself on one elbow and looked at her. She didn't turn away. He 
cupped one tit and stroked it as he talked. "I like being with you," he 
said. 

"You do? I mean, you don't mind that I'm older and-" 

He shook his head. "I don't mind at all." 

"You must have lots of girl friends...." 

He shrugged. "Not really. This town isn't much-you must have seen it. A 
couple of lousy houses, the new hotel is the only decent place around. How 
come you came up here instead of staying in Waikiki?" 

"I-I don't like crowds." 

He nodded. The kind of fun she wanted was best done in private. "How long 
you gonna stay?" 

"Two weeks." She paused. "I think." 

"Is that all? I mean...." He let the words trail off. 

She lifted her head and looked at him. "Can I see you for two weeks?" 

"Sure, as long as you want. Anything you want, any time. I mean that. Even 
if it means quitting my job at the hotel." There, he'd said it. He watched 
her without seeming to. 

She frowned. "Would you?" It was almost too easy, his offering himself 
fulltime this way. "Would you like to be my-companion?" Her mouth was dry 
and her heart was pounding. 

He leaned close and brushed her lips with his. She seemed to yield 
momentarily, then she trembled and drew back. "How old are you, Mike?" 

He hesitated. "You want me to lie?" 

"No, the truth." 

"Fifteen." 

It surprised her; he appeared older. Yet it explained her enormous 
attraction to him-his youth was the answer, despite the fact that he had 
already matured and developed as a man. 

"What would people say if you quit the hotel and came to work for me?" She 
still feared public opinion, even here. Certainly the staff at the hotel, 
perhaps other guests would notice the middle-aged woman and the young boy. 
And if Mike was known in the village, people would begin to talk. 

"I don't care what they say. I want to move away from here as soon as I have 
the money." He traced a slow path over her breasts, sliding them sideways so 
he could follow the circle of each base. He had to lift the dome to get 
beneath it. He bent and kissed the nipple, taking it lightly in his mouth 
for a moment and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. 

When he let go, he said, "You said you would pay me for being your 
guide-companion. I don't make very much at the hotel." 

She felt the slight breeze cool the wet tit where his mouth had released it. 
"How much ... would you want ... expect for the two weeks?" She held her 
breath and waited for his answer. 

It was a long time in coming. "Two hundred dollars." 

Only the waves broke the silence. She didn't know what to say. It was a lot, 
but maybe it was worth it in the long run. If she had him, she wouldn't have 
to look for other boys. But did she want just one? She couldn't quite forget 
the joy of the child, Ben, this afternoon. 

He sensed her questions. He moved down far enough so he could touch her 
crotch again. He tangled his fingers in the thick dark hair, barely touched 
the portals below it. "Of course, I would expect to do quite a bit for that 
kind of money," he said. "Oh?" 

"Like get you as many young kids as you want. Ben isn't the only one I know 
who owes me a favor and would enjoy your company. I could bring others-as 
many as you want. One at a time or a couple at once, whatever you want. It 
might be a lot of fun for you-and I'd pay them outta my salary. You don't 
have to worry about a thing." 

He had it all figured out, she thought. It almost took her breath away 
hearing him say it right out like that. It was like having her innermost 
secrets suddenly spread out for the world to see. He was offering her 
exactly what she wanted, what she had dreamed of so long, and what she had 
come to Hawaii for! Two hundred dollars ... God, it was more than worth it! 

He seemed very anxious to please her, to get her agreement. His mouth was at 
her tits, his hands at her crotch. He preened his body against her, letting 
his stiffening prick tease her and set new fires in her flesh. Yes she 
wanted him ... even for two hundred dollars, especially if he brought 
others.... 

"I know some nice spots on Maui, and there's a couple of my cousins over 
there. Eleven and thirteen...." He slipped his finger into her cunt and 
flicked at the walls inside. 

She moaned and stared at the stars high above her. 

"Both of them are virgins, just like Ben. You can teach them whatever you 
want. They'll do what I tell them, and you don't have to worry about them 
telling anyone. You'd like them." He began to finger-fuck her, hard and 
fast, driving his stubby forefinger deep into the dark tunnel seething with 
juice. "I read in a book once about a woman who took a couple of kids on at 
one time-one in her cunt and one in her mouth." 

My God! The very thought made her orgasm as he slammed his hand hard in her 
pussy. The wet smacking sounds made her mouth water-she wished she had a 
boycock in it right now! 

"Yeeeeesssss," she cried. "Yeeeeesssss, I want you!!! Stay with me, stay 
with meeeeee!!" 

He yanked his hand out quickly and mounted her, slipping his hard cock into 
the slimy tunnel and fucking her with a hard, steady rhythm. He was hot and 
ready again. His third cum of the day. He felt the heat inside her boil 
over. She was even more ready than he was! 

"All right, Harriet, here it is-take everything I've got!!" 

"Give it to me! Fuuuccckkk mmmeee!!" She raised to meet him, let the pile 
driving young cock spear deeply into her, felt the hard pressure as his cum 
readied itself. Her belly tightened in a spasm of rapture. "I'mmm 
cuuummmmiiinnnggg," she cried, "Now, oh God, NOW!!!" 

Only the waves heard the cry. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

By noon the following day Mike had arranged for the trip to Maui. Harriet 
refused to check out of the Bay Inn, her reservations had been for two weeks 
and she was concerned about gossip or speculation. It was better to keep the 
suite and use it as a base of operations. After all, she didn't know if Mike 
would really do as he promised. He claimed that his uncle owned a small 
beach place on Maui, and Harriet would be able to stay there if she wanted 
to. 

Harriet wasn't too sure that was what she wanted. Mike's standards of living 
were considerably lower than her own, and she had no desire to spend any 
length of time in some tiny, uncomfortable shack. Mike's family was poor, 
she knew. Last night driving back from the beach, he had pointed out the 
street on which he lived in the village. It was little more than a rutted 
trail of shacks. 

But she did not refuse the trip to Maui he suggested; not with the two 
cousins he promised. Mike had stayed the night with her in her room, lying 
naked against her, warm and delightful. She was too tired to demand any 
further sex. The session on the beach had drained her completely. But with 
rest, morning brought the familiar gut sensations of lust. She woke to find 
him already gone, a brief note saying he'd left to make the arrangements for 
the trip. 

When he came back close to noon, he was all smiles. "We can fly out at two 
this afternoon," he said. "I've already told them here at the hotel that I'm 
finished." 

"Was that wise?" 

He shrugged. "I can't skip out for a couple of days and expect them to hold 
the job open for me. Besides, I thought we had decided...." He squinted at 
her, then grinned disarmingly. 

They had talked last night, and she had let herself be led into his plan. 
She would pay him the two-hundred dollars and he would plan her vacation for 
her. 

She nodded. "Of course. Maybe I should pack a bag." She turned to the 
bedroom. 

He said, "You won't need much, I plan to keep you naked just about the whole 
time." 

She felt herself blush and was angry at herself. She was getting just what 
she wanted, why should she feel peculiar about it now that it was 
accomplished. It was just-she wasn't used to him talking so freely about it, 
she guessed. She went into the bedroom and opened the closet. Her suitcases 
were neatly stacked on a shelf. She called to Mike to lift one down for her. 

"The smallest one, please." 

He lifted it down and put it on the luggage rack. Then he turned to her and 
put his arms around her ample waist. "You're not sorry, are you?" His dark 
eyes were intent on her face, questioning. 

"Of course not," she said quickly. 

"You scared?" 

"No, what makes you say a thing like that?" She felt her cheeks go hot 
again. 

"Look, there's nothing to worry about, I swear. My uncle works at the 
airport and my aunt is a maid in a hotel over there. The kids are alone all 
day, every day. My aunt will thank me for entertaining them and giving them 
something to do. Don't worry, well be careful and be sure no one sees us." 
He slid his hands under the loose robe she wore and stroked her flesh. 

She was alive and tingling at the touch. Yes, she wanted him, and she wanted 
to go to Maui. She was foolish to worry. She smiled and nodded. "You're 
right...." 

"Of course I am. There's nothing to worry about." He rubbed upward and found 
her breasts. He pushed upward, lifting the heavy domes from her ribcage and 
bouncing them lightly on his palms. Tingles raced through Harriet's body. He 
found the hard tips of the nipples and brought them from their coral beds, 
turgid and ripe. 

"Open it," he said, glancing at the robe. 

She undid the belt and pulled the edges back to uncover her body. She was 
naked under it, and his eyes made a quick circuit of her body, from tits to 
crotch. He flicked a pink tongue over his smiling lips. 

"Take it off," he said. "I have to pack-" 

"There's time...." 

She slid the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor 
behind her. His hands sought her eagerly, roaming the valleys and mountains 
of flesh. She was breathing hard now and she was dizzy with need. 

"Take off my pants," he said. 

Mesmerized, she reached for the snap and zipper, pushed the jeans from his 
hips. Her gaze would not leave the lovely crop of hair and sex tools it 
found. Her hand went to him. 

"Nice ... play with it and get it hard...." He was still smiling and 
fondling her. One of his hands was at her cunt now, rubbing sensuously in 
the thicket of hair and soothing the pulsating mounds of erotic flesh. 

She took his cock, held the soft loose flesh in her palm. A small sound 
escaped from her throat as he probed into her cunt with two fingers. 

"Let's lie on the bed," he said, moving her by tugging at the hairy crotch 
with his curled fingers. 

Heart pounding, Harriet slid onto the bed, fell flat across the satin 
spread. He was over her instantly, fingering her vagina and clitoris, 
kissing her heavy breasts, licking her nipples and neck. He moved his body 
so her hand pulled at his cock, showing her what he wanted. She pumped at 
him, slowly at first then faster as his motions gained speed. The prick was 
coming alive, growing in her fist and hardening with urgency. He kissed her, 
full on the mouth, tongue forcing her lips open and then searching for hers. 
Lust seared her and she responded wantonly. He was as much a lover as any 
man she had ever had! More! She grabbed him and pulled him onto her. 

He lay atop her, humping his body on hers without putting his cock into her 
tunnel of love. She tried to force it in, shoving with her hand, but he 
pulled back and wouldn't allow it. She moaned and let go, freeing her hand 
to hold him tightly against her naked flesh. He still wore his shirt but had 
kicked aside his jeans as they fell on the bed. She gripped his tight, round 
boy ass and urged him closer. His cock slid between her legs and she damped 
her thighs to it. He made fucking motions in the fleshy trap. She felt the 
hot wetness of his pre-seminal fluid as he covered her mouth with another 
hard, probing kiss. 

"Mike ... ohhhhh, I'm so hot-don't make me wait-" 

"It's that much better when you have to wait for it, baby," he said. He was 
grinning at her and had not stopped the pounding motions with his penis 
between her legs. The tool was high enough on her body so it scraped against 
the coarse hairs of her cunt, and the scratchy feeling excited him. His cock 
was swollen to full extent now, the head bulging and dribbling readiness. He 
saw the wild look in her eyes. She was hotter than hell, wanting him bad. 
She was really something for an old fucking doll, but he was beginning to 
really enjoy her. She was his passport to freedom. She was going to get him 
out of this lousy place for good. 

"I'm going crazy," Harriet moaned. "Don't tease-" 

"Want it in your cunt or your mouth?" he asked. 

"Ohhh," the words drove her wilder. She didn't know what she wanted. 

"When we get to Maui," he said, "you won't have to make decisions like 
that...." He brought his knees under him and spread her legs. 

"What do you mean?" She felt the tip of his hot loaded rod burn the curtains 
of her cunt. He reached down and spread the thick red folds with his: 
fingers, rubbing each tissue and tickling the clitoris before he inserted 
the tip of his prick. 

"You can have both," he said, pushing the cock into her very slowly. 

She tried to raise herself and force him deep but he held her down. He 
wanted this to be his way. He was in perfect control, and he liked the idea 
of her begging him. "Both?" 

"Sure, I told you about that book I read. You can have a cock in your cunt 
and one in your mouth. Imagine how it will feel. Close your eyes and think 
about it." 

Unable to resist, she closed her eyes. His cock began to drum into her 
steadily, slowly and deeply. His balls slapped against the pale fleshy 
buttocks; his pubic hair tangled with her each time he leaned forward to 
scrape his cock along her clitoris as he pushed into the hot hole. 

"Yeeeeessss...." She could imagine it, she could almost taste it. God, she 
was hot. With a sudden movement, she raised her legs and clamped his body. 
He put up no resistance. He knew she was ready now and there was no denying 
her. He increased the tempo of his strokes and let his own passion erupt. He 
was getting good at fucking, he knew. Funny how some concentrated practice 
with a skilled woman turned him into an expert so fast. And he was an expert 
when it was a matter of making Harriet cum! 

Her eyes opened momentarily and he saw the glazed expression. "That's so 
good," she said hoarsely. "I like the way you fuck." 

"It's supposed to be good, honey. I've got a nice fat prickful waiting for 
you whenever you want it. You like my prick?" 

"I love it." 

"Want to eat it?" 

"No-don't take it out, my God, don't take it out!" She clutched at him and 
held him. 

He laughed. "Okay, I won't. Not this time. But someday I want you to lick 
your cunt juice off it and let me cum in your mouth again. I dig that-" 

"Yes, yes, anything you say, but fuck me, fuck me and make me go out of my 
mind." 

He worked hard at her, driving and pulling, grinding and tugging. Her 
passion mounted steadily, and her eyes rolled so he could see only thin 
crescents of white under the heavy lids. Her breath rasped and grated, small 
groans erupted like barks from an animal. She was hot. 

Harriet lost all sense of time and reason. Her body was flaming, consumed by 
the lust he had kindled in her. It had never been like this, never before. 
Dull, prosaic Doug with his unimaginative sex action had bored her. The 
young men she discovered after Doug's death were fun, thrilling and wild, 
but even they did not compare with this boy. What was it? The thought of 
being alone with him whenever she wanted him? The idea of enjoying more 
young boys with no risk? The suggestion that she could have more than one at 
a time if she liked? 

Maybe it was all of these things. It didn't matter. As long as she had this 
moment. And she did. The hot, swirling lava rumbled in her uterus. Huge rays 
of delight swept out from her clitoris and from the point of contact of his 
flesh on hers. She knew she was going to orgasm again, and she let it cum. 
The waves buffeted her, groaning and crying she tossed her head wildly and 
screamed her pleasure. 

"Mmmmmm, oooohhhh, cuuummmmiiinnnggg, I'mmm cccuuuummminnnggg!" The heat 
exploded in her belly like a burst hot water boiler, flooding her with 
soothing yet wracking passion. The waves carried her up and dashed her down, 
only to lift her again and make her dizzy with a second cum. She was beyond 
feeling anything but the heady sensation of her own pleasure. It filled her 
totally, made her heavy with sated lust. 

On her, Mike saw the second orgasm and smiled. He still had his load-he'd 
made her cum twice and he hadn't shot off. He'd try for three-let's see how 
she liked that. 

He fucked harder, reached with one hand for a tit and massaged it as he 
worked. He was succeeding, he knew. He felt the interest in the cunt that 
had gone slack. It was tense and throbbing again. She was not finished-she 
would cum again. He raised his body, forcing his young cock hard against the 
back wall of her pussy. He felt the squish of thick muscle against his 
manhood. She was so wet and slimy it felt like his cock was being scalded, 
and it made him hornier than ever. He was beginning to dig this woman. No 
telling how many times he'd be able to fuck.... 

The head of his prick was slewing in her cunt juice and gurgling noises 
became sexy sounds in his ears. Good stuff, real good. He humped hard and 
fast, not caring now about her but needing his own cum, needing the relief 
of his own body now that he had excited it so. The pressure in his balls was 
like a thousand pounds of water pressing down on him when he wiped out 
surfing. It was like a rumbling volcano that was surging closer and closer 
to the opening. It was fire and hell. 

"Jeeeezz! I'm gonna explode!" The warning was barely off his tongue when the 
dynamite detonated in his guts. The hot sperm shot from his testes, flamed 
along the length of his prick and ejaculated into the woman with a fury 
unbound. "Uuuuugggghhhh, aaaahhhh, jeeezzzzz!" He slammed into her, fell 
onto her heaving breasts and pushed himself harder with his elbows. It was 
like his insides were being dragged out through the tiny opening of the 
penis along with the hot flood of cum. Gasping, he finally came to rest 
still atop her panting body. 

Harriet felt the explosion and could do no more than let herself be carried 
to glory with it. Her orgasm was triggered by the steaming swill of his cum, 
and her body poured out secretions to meet it and mingle with it. The orgasm 
left her speechless and breathless, barely able to breath. 

It was a long time before conscious thought returned. And then the single 
impression she had was of being fused to this wonderful boy's body forever. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Harriet was nervous during the flight to Maui. She felt as if everyone was 
staring at her and Mike, knowing what they had been to each other and aware 
of their purpose in going to Maui. She sat in the plane with her gaze in her 
lap, leafing idly through a paperback book she'd picked up at the airport 
terminal. Beside her, Mike said nothing and was lost in his own thoughts. 

He had called ahead to his cousins to make sure they were around. Left to 
their own devices, the two often took off for a full day's surfing or 
swimming at remote beaches some distance from their home in Wailuku. Mike 
didn't object at all to a remote beach, as long as he and Harriet went along 
with the two youngsters. Mike grinned and stared out the window. Harriet was 
sure quiet; he hoped she wasn't having second thoughts about the idea. If he 
played his cards right, it would work-he kept telling himself that. And she 
wasn't so bad now that he was used to her. He had few illusions about 
romance and that kind of crap. You made your own way in this lousy world, 
and where you went was up to you. And he was going places.... 

The plane touched down and taxied to the terminal. Harriet pushed the 
paperback book into her large purse and followed Mike from the plane. Were 
people staring? She clenched her jaws and looked straight ahead. She was 
nervous, she couldn't deny it. Maybe part of it was the excitement of 
knowing what lay ahead. 

Mike skirted them past the buses and cabs waiting outside. He had taken the 
liberty of reserving a car, and he stood back to let Harriet make the final 
arrangements at the rental window. In less than half an hour they were 
underway. She drove, nervously, while he directed her. Since he didn't have 
a license, his own driving was confined to less populated areas where he had 
little chance of being caught. As soon as they got to his uncle's house, 
Mike would take over-m everything. 

He pointed out sights to her as they wended through the thin traffic. She 
was beginning to relax a little, he thought. They turned onto a narrow 
street of nondescript houses and he pointed. 

"That's it, over there. You can park in front." 

She pulled the car to the curb and cut the engine. The house sat back from 
the street and was almost covered with vines and shrubbery. Brown-tipped 
palms obscured the windows and almost covered the peeling paint. It wasn't 
much. 

Mike was out of the car, opening the door for her. "Come on." 

She followed him down the path and looked around hesitantly as he knocked on 
the door. Maybe it had been a mistake to come. Mike rapped again; it was 
some minutes before the door opened. The interior of the house was dark and 
cool. For a moment she saw no one, then saw the boy peering from behind the 
edge of the door. 

"Hey, Jimmy, how's it going?" Mike marched in, turning to motion to Harriet. 
She followed him inside and the youngster behind the door shut it quickly. 

Her eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom and she looked at the room. A 
wicker and chintz couch stood along one wall, several straight wood chairs 
and one low monstrosity of plastic and chrome stood about. A coffee table 
piled with old newspapers and magazines. The entire place had the look of 
neglect and decay. 

Harriet turned and studied the child who had let them in. Mike introduced 
him. "This is Jimmy. Where's Tony?" 

The boy motioned toward the other room. Mike went through the doorway and 
Harriet was alone with Jimmy. 

He was about twelve, she thought. A small child but with a wise face and big 
solemn eyes. He didn't know what to make of his cousin bringing a rich 
Mainlander, but he asked no questions, only stared. 

"Hello," Harriet said. She was struck by the boy's serious manner and 
wondered if he ever smiled. Poor thing, looked neglected and unloved. Her 
heart went out to him. She smiled and moved closer. He didn't move but his 
eyes followed her every movement. It was as if he expected a blow. 

She tried to reassure him. "My name's Harriet." 

Still he only stood and stared. Harriet moved to the faded couch and sat, 
moving aside a torn jacket and a dog-eared comic book. Jimmy was not a 
beautiful child, but his dark hair and eyes set off small, regular features. 
He would grow up handsome, she thought. He wore a ragged pair of jeans and 
nothing else-no shirt or shoes. She looked at his thin chest, slender hips 
and skinny legs. Suddenly, she felt herself overwhelmed with concern for 
him. She wanted to take him into her arms and hold him, pet him and tell him 
the world was not the awful place his eyes reflected. She actually put her 
hand out, but withdrew it instantly. Confused, she looked down, and her gaze 
paused at his crotch. No mound of promise ... the loose jeans, an obvious 
hand down from some other child, hung over his thin hips and bagged about 
his thighs. Yet she felt a stir of excitement nevertheless. What lay under 
the worn cloth-what promise of pleasure and satisfaction? With a start she 
realized her fists were tightly clenched in her lap and her belly was 
churning with budding desire. 

She looked up quickly as Mike returned with another boy in tow. This one was 
younger by several years and was a bit huskier than his brother. Wide 
shoulders and larger bones. And a beautiful smile. The boy was not the least 
bit bashful and came right to her and put out his hand. 

"Hi, I'm Tony." 

She had to laugh. "Hello, Tony. I'm Harriet." His hand was rough and warm 
and she clung to the small fingers with delight. 

"Mike says we're going out to the beach place. Super, boy, I like that!" 

Harriet laughed again. "Do you swim?" 

"Sure. We used to live out at the beach until mom and dad got jobs in town. 
I wish we were still out there. I don't like the city.' She was amused at 
his denouncement of the town that seemed so small to her. But she supposed 
it represented the big town to two small boys who had never been anywhere 
else. "I think I'm going to like it too," she said. 

Tony sat beside her on the couch and she was instantly aware of his body. 
Unlike his brother, he wore pants that were long ago outgrown. They pulled 
taut over his thighs and hips as he sat, and the trapped sex organs bulged 
at the left leg. The lovely small mound seemed to pulse as she stared at it 
and Harriet's mouth overran with saliva. She swallowed quickly but could hot 
look away. 

Mike said, "Let's get going then, no sense sitting around here when we can 
be out at the beach place. Come on, you two, in the car." 

With whoops of joy the two youngsters ran from the house. Grinning, Mike 
followed them, letting Harriet close the door and follow. The two boys were 
already in the back seat with Mike giving them some whispered instructions. 
He turned when she neared and opened the car door for her. 

"I'll drive, okay?" 

She nodded, only too willing to let him. Moments later the car was under 
way. In back, the two were quiet now, and Harriet glanced back at them. 
Jimmy was staring out the window fixedly but Tony was watching her. He 
smiled when she caught his eye. 

Drawn to him like a magnet, Harriet began to question him about himself, 
school and other things of interest to a small boy. He was almost eleven, he 
told her proudly, and his brother was two years older. He liked a lot of 
things, including swimming, surfing, candy, ice cream, dogs and cars. He 
didn't like school or washing dishes. Harriet had to laugh at his solemn 
pronouncements. She tried to draw out the other child, but he answered in 
monosyllables. Yet she had the feeling that it was only shyness and not fear 
that kept him isolated. 

The beach place was on the other side of the island and off a rough dirt 
road. The drive took slightly under an hour. The sun was hot and the breeze 
fanned them through the open windows. When Mike pulled the car into a narrow 
rutted trail between thick green foliage, Harriet had the feeling they were 
removed from the rest of the world by more than miles. 

The boys jumped out and Tony opened the door for her. She stood on the hot 
sand, feeling the heat rise to her yet not uncomfortable because of the 
tangy salt breeze that came from the sea. The house was small with a 
thatched roof and bare walls. What passed for windows were covered with 
screen that had rusted in the damp air. Beyond the house, some hundred feet 
across glittering white sand, the waves beat the shore in steady rhythm. 

Mike used a key and had the door open in seconds. The padlock was more for 
show than safety, she thought. Anyone could pull off a screen and climb in 
easily. But the lock seemed to have the desired effect. The house inside was 
untouched. 

And it surprised Harriet. Two rooms, small, but neat and fairly clean except 
for the layer of sand that had seeped through the cracks and screens to 
cover the floor and furniture with a thin haze of gray. They were standing 
in a sitting room-kitchen. Beyond, through the archway, she saw the other 
room was completely filled by the large bed. Again she was surprised that 
the bed was clean, freshly made with crisp sheets and a light blanket, two 
pillows. She had thought the house abandoned, but perhaps she'd 
misunderstood. 

Mike was running water in the sink, digging towels from a cupboard below it. 
"It's not as bad as it looks," he said, turning to smile at her. "There's 
even a small bathroom." He pointed to a door on the other side of the room. 
"Jimmy, bring Harriet's suitcase in." He tossed the car keys to the child. 
"It's in the trunk." 

Jimmy scurried out and was back moments later with the case. He set it on a 
chair in the bedroom. 

"Okay," Mike said, "how about a swim for you two while Harriet rests?" 

The boys didn't need further encouragement. They ran outside quickly. Mike 
looked at her. "Well, you're the boss, what now?" 

"I-" She knew what he meant and felt suddenly nervous again. "You're sure no 
one will come here?" 

He shook his head. "Positive. This part of the island isn't on the tourist 
maps and I know everyone who lives around here. There isn't another house 
for three-quarters of a mile, and those people are living in the city too. 
This section used to be a small village, but when the tourist business got 
big in the islands, everyone moved closer in where the jobs were. The land 
is no good for farming right along here-too rocky. There are plenty of other 
beaches to attract people, so this one hasn't been disturbed. Most of the 
people have just hung onto the land and houses and use them weekends or for 
vacations. No one lives here all the time any more." 

"The boys parents ...?" 

"I told you, both working. Jimmy called them and told them I was coming out 
and we were going off together. They won't worry." 

She felt reassured but still not completely at ease. She moved toward the 
tiny bedroom. She was warm and sticky, a swim would feel good. She opened 
the suitcase and took out her swim suit. In the doorway, Mike smiled and 
watched her slip out of the muumuu and bra and panties she had insisted on 
wearing while they traveled. She tugged on the one piece suit and kept her 
back to him during the whole process. It was as if she was shy all of a 
sudden. He didn't know why she bothered with the suit; there was no one here 
to see them, and the two kids were already in the surf bare-assed-as Mike 
himself would be in moments. Well, she'd come around.... 

He walked with her to the beach. Harriet saw with relief that they were in a 
small cove, isolated from the rest of the shoreline neatly. It gave her a 
sense of privacy that she admitted she wanted. , The two young boys were 
already splashing and diving in the blue water. Their laughter was muted by 
the waves, but the smiles on their faces told her they were enjoying 
themselves. Suddenly, she was very glad she had come, that she had followed 
Mike's advice. 

She walked into the water and was surprised at its warmth. Moments later she 
was swimming and felt cool over her entire body. It was refreshing and 
delightful. She turned to look at Mike who was still on the beach. He was 
stripping off his jeans and shirt, walking into the water naked. She 
realized now why he had smiled so when she changed into her swimsuit! It had 
never occurred to her that they would swim nude! 

Quickly she turned to look at Jimmy and Tony. Were they also naked under the 
surface of the water? They had to be! They had brought no swim suits from 
the house in the city, and they had not gotten any from the tiny bungalow. 
She glanced to the sand again and saw the tiny piles of cloth. 

Her heart pounded as she swam toward Tony. He was laughing and splashing as 
he darted away from his brother after splashing him by running his hand 
swiftly over the top of a small wave. Jimmy yelled and went after him, 
diving under the surface and coming up spitting water. Tony swam from him 
with powerful strokes, heading right for Harriet. She stood on the sandy 
bottom and held out her arms. The boy didn't see her until he barged right 
into her. She laughed and closed her arms around him, capturing him close 
and holding him against her body. Her hands felt the cool wet flesh and the 
thinly fleshed bones. They moved on him, down his torso to his firm little 
boy ass. Harriet's heart pounded heavily and she could hardly breathe. Tony 
squirmed against her, then pushed and darted away laughing. With a quick 
motion, he rolled onto his back and floated, his body clearing the surface 
in spots and barely under it in others. His tiny boy cock bobbed on the 
surface like a beckoning finger. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Harriet stared. Even under the soothing water, she felt her cunt tighten and 
begin to warm. She wanted to touch out to him, hold the lovely tool that 
floated past. She must have made a small sound because Mike was suddenly 
beside her, his body against hers, his cock teasing her bare flesh at the 
thigh. 

"How does he look?" he asked very softly. 

She looked at Mike, unable to answer. He saw the truth in her eyes. This was 
what she had come for, this was what she wanted. She wanted that baby cock 
to love as her own. 

"You say the word and he'll go inside with you. He's a good kid, you won't 
have any trouble with him." 

She had to know. "Is he a virgin?" Her throat was tight. 

"Sure, I told you, they both are." 

"But-" Questions plagued her and she tried to regain the confidence she'd 
had with Ben yesterday. 

"Look, kids are horny little bastards," Mike said. "And they're plenty 
damned curious. As long as you don't hurt them, they're willing to learn all 
they can. Go on, take him-here or inside. You want Jimmy now too?" He turned 
as if to call to the boys and she put a hand out to stop him. 

"No, let me do it my way." She glanced at the shack, thinking about the 
freshly made bed. "Just Tony-for now." 

Mike grinned and winked. "Okay, Jimmy and me will horse around out here." 

Harriet moved toward Tony and caught him again as he came up from a dive. He 
held out a lovely pink and white shell to her. 

"A present," he said. 

She took it. "Thank you." Almost as though he understood her thoughts, the 
boy began to swim lazily toward shore. Harriet followed, unable to take her 
eyes off the gleaming wet naked flesh cutting through the water. When he 
reached shallow water, he stood up and in awe she watched the water drip 
down his golden brown skin. His tiny dick hung like a small waterspout, a 
thin stream collecting and dripping from its tip. More than anything, 
Harriet wanted to lick him dry and taste the saltiness of his flesh. 
Eagerly, she ran from the water and took his hand. He asked no questions as 
she led him up the beach to the house. The air inside felt cool on her wet 
skin, and she picked up the large beach towel she had taken from her 
suitcase. She dried herself hurriedly so she would not drip water all over 
the floor. 

"If you take your suit off, I'll hang it out on the line for you." 

Amazed, she nodded and slipped the straps of the wet suit down from her 
shoulders. The boy stood watching without embarrassment as she peeled the 
suit off and handed it to him. Did all the island children take nudity so 
for granted? 

A second later he was back and smiling at her. She still held the beach 
towel. "Come here and let me dry you," she said. 

Obediently, he moved to her. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to 
towel his thin body. So slim, so young ... his shoulders, his chest, his 
flat belly. She breathed through parted lips, feeling the pressure rise in 
her chest and belly. His wonderful youthful genitals, the small sausage cock 
limp over empty balls.... 

She lifted it and worked the towel under and around it, examining as she did 
the layer of foreskin that covered the head of the organ. He stood very 
still and let her do whatever she wanted. His eyes were bright and followed 
her movements with interest. He reached down and took the towel from her 
hands and tossed it aside. She sighed and drew him onto the bed next to her. 

He lay flat at the pressure of her hands. She touched him gently, first 
barely holding his tool, then taking it more firmly and beginning to work 
with it. She watched the foreskin stretch and expose the small bulb of pink 
beneath. The tiny slit winked at her like a beacon and she whimpered. Her 
need was developing quickly, her cunt warm as her juices began to flow. The 
coolness of the swim dissipated and the warmth of lust began. 

"Tony...." She was scarcely aware of breathing his name. "Yes'm?" 

She smiled, not knowing what to say next. 

"Feels good," he said as she skinned the loose skin back from his cock and 
pushed it with her fist. "I like that." 

She laughed softly. "Yes, I do too." Slowly, she began to pump her hand on 
the piece slowly. It was still flaccid, but it was warm and tender and 
exciting. She raised it so she could examine him minutely, touch the ridged 
sacs that would someday contain his manhood. She ran her finger along the 
crevice of his ass, and he turned to give her a better advantage. There was 
no shyness about him, he was eager to learn and be taught. Harriet's hands 
trembled as she rolled him back to face her and lay down beside him. 

"You are a lovely child," she told him. 

"Yes'm. Ma'am?" 

"Yes, Tony?" 

"Can I touch you? I mean your-you know, your titties?" He looked at her with 
the incredible dark eyes. 

She wanted to laugh and to hug him all at once. "Of course you can-anywhere, 
everywhere!" She eased closer to him without letting go of his prick. It was 
still dormant, but it thrilled her to hold it anyhow. 

He reached his hand to her breast and stroked it gently. The touch was like 
butterfly wings caressing her and Harriet shuddered with delight. 

"Ahhh, that's nice," she said. He seemed almost afraid to touch hard. "Play 
... with the nipple ... oh, yes, that's the way." His tiny fingers found the 
sunken mass of coral flesh and tapped at it. The cool swim had sunken it to 
its fullest recess and the cone was soft and puckered. 

"Why is it darker?" he asked. 

She laughed. "I don't know, darling, it just is. Mmmm, yes, do that-more-oh, 
yes!" 

He was probing more deeply now, trying to force a response from the 
slumbering tip. Her body felt tiny Shockwaves of pleasure and she felt the 
first stirring in the mammary glands. The tight feeling that would soon pop 
her nipple out for him, bring it to suck stage. She fondled his cock and 
moaned softly. 

"Yes, Tony darling, harder-" 

He felt the rosebud nipple begin to swell under his touch. It felt funny, 
but it was somehow exciting. Mike hadn't told him much what to expect except 
that the woman wanted to be with young boys. Tony had no idea what she would 
do next, but he liked what he was doing now-and what she was doing to him. 
He'd never had anyone hold his pecker like that before. It kind of gave him 
goose bumps. Sometimes when he was alone he held his own piece, fondling it 
and enjoying the funny creeping sensations he could evoke from it. But this 
was different, and he liked it very much. 

The little core popped from the center of her tittie and he laughed with 
delight and grabbed it between his fingers. At the same time he put his 
other hand to the other tit and began to play with it. The second nipple 
popped almost instantly, much to his delight. 

Harriet was breathing harder now, unable to control the steadily rising 
lust. She wanted to move slowly, to savor each instant of her time with the 
child, yet she wanted everything quickly too. She wanted to taste him, to 
have him taste her; to finger him and have him insert his hand and tongue in 
her pussy. And finally, she wanted to feel this tender young rod slip inside 
her body and warm her; she wanted to float on the ecstasy of orgasm. 

She couldn't wait. She moved, bending to cover his cock with her hungry 
mouth. She had to harden him and have him. Greedily, she gobbled at him and 
he yelped in surprise but did not resist. She tasted the saltiness of his 
skin and pretended to herself that it was cum juice instead of ocean 
residue. She licked it off, sucked the limp tool hard to draw the small bulb 
of the head from the loose sheath. 

Hey, let me watch," he said, pulling free of her breast. He half sat up 
eager to see what she was doing to his cock. 

Harriet moaned and wriggled her body around so her hips were close to his 
and her head was cradled in his lap. "Touch me," she whispered. "Oh, God, 
please touch me-" 

He hesitated, but when she grabbed his hand and directed it to the patch of 
hair at the triangle of her legs, he knew what she wanted. He curved his 
fingers into the bush and pressed hard. 

"Oh, yes ... do it-" She dropped her head and took his dick in her mouth 
again. 

Watching her he was fascinated by the way she snaked up and down on him. She 
held the base of his prick in her fingers, forcing it to stay upright so she 
could get a better grip on it with her lips and tongue. Each time she came 
down on him, she forced the foreskin back to the base of the organ as far as 
it would go. Each time she came up, she drew it like a veil over the bulging 
head. He was beginning to feel funny inside, even more peculiar than when he 
masturbated. He was sure he was going to get hard-an occurrence that had 
only happened rarely in his young life. 

Harriet felt the small cupped hand at her pussy. He was so warm, the heat 
from his flesh penetrated her skin, radiated deep into her body and excited 
her tremendously. She stroked him, searching under his weight to touch his 
ass and the dark moist cavern between his legs. Her tongue licked and 
flicked at the delicious baby cock, willing it to stiffen and please her. 
Did she feel the first tremor in it? The salt had all been licked from him 
now, and he was sweet and tempting to her tongue. She wanted him, oh, how 
she wanted him. 

She wriggled, forcing his hand harder to tell him what she wanted to have 
done to her. His fingers wiggled into the thick bush and found the wet 
tissues of her cunt. Yes, that was the way, play there, she sent thought 
words to him. She moved her hips and insinuated his hand deeper. The thin 
fingers entered her pussy and she gasped with delight. 

She was so wet, he was surprised. But it felt good. Her heat and the thick 
slime covered his fingers in seconds, and he was able to sink far inside 
her. It was like reaching into an oven and feeling the overwhelming heat 
envelope him. She was bouncing and jiggling, demanding that he move inside 
her. 

He did. He began to slide his hand back and forth, tugging and pushing at 
the thick pulpy walls, enjoying the new sensations that filled him. Her 
mouth was as hot on his cock as her cunt was on his hand. He worked harder 
and faster in her, enjoying the wet smacking noises that gurgled from her 
body. His hand was almost swallowed up now in the yawning cunt cavern as she 
spread her legs wide and renewed her invitation to him. And the harder he 
went at her, the harder she sucked him. He liked that. His belly felt warm 
and tingly, like a thousand needles were prickling at his insides. And his 
cock was beginning to strain like it was going to come up. Boy, this was 
wild. 

He heard the sound behind them and looked toward the door. Mike and Jimmy 
were standing in the doorway watching them; Mike was grinning widely and put 
his finger to his lips for quiet. 

Let them enjoy it, too, Tony thought, as long as I get to be here with her. 

Tony was having a ball, Mike saw instantly. And Harriet was really turned 
on. Look at her go, man, she was like to eat the cock right off the kid! 
Mike's cock jerked and stirred from its nest of hairy balls and began coming 
up. Jeez, it was exciting to watch them play around. Would Jimmy get hard 
too? He glanced at his young cousin who was staring in awe at the woman and 
child on the bed. 

Jimmy had never dreamed anything like this would happen. Mike hadn't said 
much when he called, only that he was bringing a friend. Somehow, Jimmy knew 
that this whole thing was planned, and it was something that was not to be 
told around, especially to his parents. He knew he should be upset, maybe 
even walk out, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to watch, 
he wanted to see everything. 

He darted a quick look at his cousin who was watching the couple on the bed 
intently. Mike's dick was hard, sprung almost perpendicular from his crotch 
and stabbing the air. Jimmy knew what that meant-Mike was horny, ready to 
fuck, maybe even to cum. Jimmy had never thought of his cousin as old enough 
to fuck, but he realized quickly now that he certainly was. Had he already 
fucked this woman? 

Mike licked his lips and moved toward the bed, climbed close to Harriet. 

"Ooohh, man, my dick's so shitting hard I can't stand it! How about feeling 
my dick up your pussy while you suck the kid?" 

Harriet jerked up in surprise. She hadn't heard Mike enter the house. His 
suggestion rang in her ears, and her head spun. 

"Oh, God, yes!" What a wonderful idea. He had talked of it before and now 
she was going to experience it! A cock in her cunt and one in her mouth! 
Even if the little one between her lips was still soft and pliable, it made 
no difference. The soft cock would excite her while the big one took her. 

"Keep your hand there," Mike told Tony. Harriet rolled so her hips were flat 
and Mike boarded her. Tony's hand held the wet pussy wide open and Mike 
slithered his dick into the gaping maw. Fire and oil. Hot and thick. Ready 
and fucking. Mike slammed into her. 

Harriet spun into a heavenly whirl of passion. Her body was twisted so she 
could take the whole hardening cock of the younger boy in her mouth. It was 
sweet and growing firm now, not rock hard like the dick up her snatch, but 
building its own head of steam. Each time Mike thrust his dagger into her 
open love, Harriet let the smaller cock spear along her tongue and tickle 
her palate. Her mouth was overflowing with hot cum and the bubbling, 
frothing prick. Was the child's hand still in her? She could not longer 
tell. The heat and lust consuming her made her body a single aching need. 

Mike shoved at her, pushing her flat on the bed so he could push in deeper. 
Tony grunted and quickly rolled over her, his cock dangling over her, his 
cock dangling over her hungry open mouth and just as quickly swallowed again 
by it. The younger boy hugged her head between his knees, his body arched 
over her face and began to hump his dick into her eager mouth. The strain 
inside his guts was intolerable, and he knew he had to have what she wanted 
him to have. 

Harriet lay beneath the two children. When she looked up, she had an 
exciting and sexy view of Tony's balls and ass flapping and flopping above 
her face. Her mouth took his rod, devouring it with each thrust and letting 
go only enough for him to gain steam for another. Somehow the two boys had 
established a matching rhythm, and the two cocks seemed to search for each 
other deep in her soul. Her own secretions were pouring freely, readying her 
uterus and cunt for the powerful orgasm that lay beneath the surface and was 
steadily being driven upward by the pounding passionate pricks. 

She dimly heard Mike yell. "Aaaaggghhh, jeeeezzzz, NOW! NOW!! 

The hot flood spurted in her, triggering the mighty climax to which she had 
been building. Her cum spurted like hot lava, filling every millimeter of 
space that was not already occupied by the thick, blood-filled shaft of 
Mike's body and the bubbling head of cum that erupted from his cauldron. 

She gurgled and groaned, not willing to let go of the hot little poker in 
her mouth. She wasn't sure if she tasted a quick spurt of hot pre-seminal 
fluid or if it was the satiating fullness from her own orgasm that sweetened 
her mouth. But she came, and she came some more, in wild beating waves that 
left her helpless and weak. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

She lay dazed and happy. The boy cock was still in her mouth and she nuzzled 
it gently, like a puppy seeking milk at its mother's tit. She was on her 
side, her face still pressed to Tony's crotch and his warmth flowing through 
her. Mike had climbed off but the lingering heat of his passion was wet 
between her thighs. She knew she should get up, but she didn't want to move 
and break the spell. 

It was the murmur of voices that finally made her stir. 

"Why didn't you?" 

"I dunno." 

"Scared?" 

"Maybe ... a little." 

Harriet raised her head and opened her eyes. She peered over the naked ass 
of the boy curled against her and saw Mike standing near the bed talking to 
Jimmy. The younger boy shot a quick glance at the bed, at her, then looked 
away. She saw the reason for his hesitation. 

His cock had risen to something of an erection-obviously while he watched 
the fuck session on the bed. Yet he had not joined in because he was shy. 
Her heart swelled with love and desire. 

"Poor darling," she whispered and when he looked at her, she beckoned to him 
and patted the bed beside her. Tony moved and looked at her with a grin. 

"Wow!" he said. 

"Come here, Jimmy," Harriet insisted. 

Mike gave him a small shove and the boy stumbled toward the bed. Harriet 
grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Let me help," she said. 

She turned and rolled her head into his lap, taking the stiffened tool in 
her hand and touching it gently. She ran a fingertip along the ridge of 
flesh where the head thickened away from the shaft, tickling the tiny cord 
where his nerve endings concentrated. He sucked air into his lungs noisily. 
She glanced up and tried to reassure him with a smile. 

"Relax, Jimmy, you'll see-it's great!" Tony was an eager advertiser now. He 
sat up, watching his brother and Harriet with rapt attention. 

Harriet slid the tip of her finger into the tiny slit of Jimmy's cock. A 
minute drop of moisture rewarded her. She lifted her finger to her mouth and 
licked it off, then sank onto him to take his shaft into her oral tunnel of 
love. Mmmm, sweet and salty. She licked it like an ice cream cone, finding 
every crevice and tuck where a speck of salt might linger from the swim. 
Only when she had satisfied herself that she had gotten every one did she 
come down on him and begin fellatio. 

The boy sat still, both pleased and scared by the myriad feelings that 
assailed him. His own body had surprised him when his cock stiffened while 
he watched the action of the two other boys and the woman. Now it surprised 
him even more by responding so readily to the woman's play. He liked what 
she was doing! He liked it very much. 

Harriet was growing hot all over again. Would she ever get enough of this 
wonderful kid stuff? No, she would never tire of it. These boys tasted so 
good; she found more pleasure in having them without the hard spurts of cum 
that intercourse usually brought from a male partner. The very innocence of 
the virgin pricks delighted her palate, and gave her a new sexy pleasure she 
had never known. She wanted this to go on forever. 

She hugged her legs together, still filled with the heavy cum Mike had 
poured into her. Maybe it was that that helped spread the glow in her body 
and make her anxious for the other boys. Maybe ... anyway, it helped. Her 
clitoris throbbed as she tightened her muscles and the hot sticky slime 
oozed over it. The cock in her mouth was rigid now, spearing into her mouth 
each time she fell to it. She could feel the foreskin ride back and forth 
with her thrusts, cover then expose the sensitive underskin below his prick 
head. The tiny bulb seemed very warm now, and a glowing heat radiated 
through her entire body. Her hands sought the child's flesh, pressing and 
prying, finding the most intimate places. Her naked tit rubbed over the cool 
flesh of the boy's leg and even that excited her. 

"Play with her." Mike's command was soft but she heard it clearly. 
Instantly, small hands touched her body, tantalizing her breast and belly, 
teasing the hairy entrance to her cunt, caressing her rump. She realized 
with delight that there were many of them, many hands on her. Six? Yes, all 
of the boys were eagerly pawing her flesh and driving her into a frenzy. She 
almost lost the beat of the fellatio she was performing on Jimmy but gasped 
and found it again quickly. The creamy sludge oozed from her cunt and 
smeared over her fat thighs as a hand entered her. Fingers danced in her 
cunt, pulled at her clitoris, seethed along the lips of her labia. In ... 
out ... in ... out....Oh, God, she was so hot! 

An orgasm rocked her and took her totally by surprise. He body quivered, 
hips rising and falling, torso twisting as the flames licked at her and 
scorched her. She wasn't sure what or who had triggered the cumming, and she 
couldn't waste time thinking about it. She was too busy enjoying it. The 
nicest part was that none of the action stopped. Even when the waves of 
pleasure ebbed, the hands were busy at all parts of her body, and almost 
instantly she reversed direction and began climbing toward passion again. 

"Want her to blow you or you want to stick it up her pussy?" Mike asked. 

Jimmy's voice was thick. "I dunno-" 

"Christ, have you ever had a piece of tail?" 

"What?" 

"Hell-" 

Strong hands pulled Harriet's head up, forcing her to let go of the swollen, 
throbbing boy cock. She whimpered and tried to get it back. 

"He's going to fuck you-" Mike grinned and laid her down as he pulled the 
other boy over her. 

"Spread for him." 

Dazed, she moved her legs, bringing her knees up to form a captivating V 
with her legs. Jimmy was between them then, staring down at the wet red 
tunnel of love that was exposed for his sight and his shaft. 

"Oh, wow-" 

"Hey, whyn't you let me do that-?" The plaintive cry from Tony. 

"You'll get your chance." 

"Look, my dick's still hard-" 

"Put it in her, Jimmy. Shove it right up there. Yeah, that's the way." 

The searing flesh of Jimmy's prick touched the swollen labia, jiggled back 
and forth as the boy gripped his tool and tried to aim it at her. 

"Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh" There, he was in the right spot now. Yeeessss, put it 
in-all the way in!" 

The lovely slippery screwdriver slid into her. For a second, Harriet 
couldn't breathe. Fire and passion burst in her, and the entry triggered 
another quick orgasm before she had time to think about it. She heaved 
upward, sinking him to the hilt and feeling his scrotum slap against the 
twin spheres of her ass. Her cunt was so wet and so hot. She was going out 
of her mind. 

"Aaaaggghhh." 

"Now fuck her." Mike grabbed Jimmy's hips and showed him how to move back 
and forth inside the woman's body. Harriet fell against the twisted sheet, 
damp and sweaty now with her exertion and hot with new lust climbing. Behind 
her, Tony grabbed for a swaying tit and pinched at the nipple. 

Jimmy felt the oozing slime of the cunt on his cock. It was hotter and much 
more exciting than he had imagined anything could be. He felt like his belly 
was going to explode, and he wondered if it was possible for him to cum like 
a man when he was still a kid. He dug the throbbing column of male flesh as 
far into her as he could, letting his body come against the tightly curled 
and very wet pubic hairs. Her whole body was warm and sticky. The thick odor 
of her sweat and cunt filled the room. 

"I'm going to cum," she said, looking up at him with glazed eyes. 

Jimmy glanced at Mike to see if that was all right and Mike just grinned 
widely. "Hit her hard, Jimmy, give the little lady the goddamndest ride of 
her life." 

"Ooooooooo, uuuummmmm, yeeesssss, I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg, I'm 
cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" Harriet's whole body pitched into the frenzied orgasm. 
She bucked and heaved, pushing up into the heavenly male flesh. The little 
cock felt very hard and hot inside her and it stirred the wild mixture of 
cock and cunt juice that already filled her. 

Jimmy felt the sudden change in his body and knew it was going to happen. 
There had been several times when he woke up at night and felt the hard 
pressure in his groin, only to discover that his penis was stiff and 
struggling for release. He always had to grab himself and hang on until the 
tiny spurt of hot liquid came and he finally felt release. Only now it was 
better-he didn't have to hold himself-the twitching hot pussy was hanging on 
to him for dear life. He couldn't get out if he wanted to-and he didn't want 
to. Harriet's legs were tight around him now, hugging him into the cavernous 
hole between her legs, dragging and draining at his tool until he knew it 
would give up a load for her. He gasped for air, hardly able to force it 
past his tight throat and into his burning lungs. 

"Fuckkkk!" he shouted, "I'm cumming too! I'm gonna cuuummmm!!!" 

She felt the hot spurt and it detonated another spasm of joy in her. She had 
lost count of how many times she'd orgasmed. They blended together in a 
lovely haze of pagan pleasure. 

After a very long time she lay still on the bed and realized she was alone. 
Dreamily, she opened her eyes and looked about the room. The sun had 
vanished behind a hill and the room was dim. There was no sign of the three 
boys. 

Had she fallen asleep? She pushed up and swung her legs over the edge of the 
bed. They were like lead, and it took all her effort to stand on them. She 
had never been so satisfied in her entire life. Lovely, darling boys ... 
where were they? 

She moved to the window and glanced toward the beach. Yes, they were there 
in the water; she could see the three heads bobbing on the surf. With a 
smile she walked from the cabin, not bothering now with a swimsuit. Naked 
she crossed the warm sand and waved. 

Mike saw her and raised a hand in greeting. She waded into the water, 
splashing herself to accustom her body to the change in temperature. With 
the sun gone from the beach now, the water seemed cooler. 

"You fell asleep," he said with a grin as he swam to her. 

"I must have." She smiled. "It was good, huh?" 

"Yes, it was good." 

"The boys and I have been talking. They liked it too. They want to do it 
again, maybe try some other things." 

She almost blushed at the thought. How casually this youth took sex and 
everything connected with it. Would she ever lose her own inhibitions and 
feel as free about the things she did-and wanted to do-as he did? She 
doubted it. She had too many years of frustration and reticence behind her. 

The two younger boys raced over to her, eager to talk and to reach out to 
touch her; Tony's hand found her crotch underwater and petted it lovingly. 

"Next time it's my turn to put my dick in there, Mike promised." He looked 
ecstatic at the idea. 

Harriet had to laugh. "Yes, I'd like that." 

Jimmy joined them and the four walked out of the water and onto the sand. 
They stood in a tight group, arms about each other and all the boys' hands 
touching the right places on her body. They were so tender and wonderful, 
she knew that she wanted to be with them forever. She shivered deliciously 
at the thought of longer and better sex sessions with them, and her body 
tingled in anticipation. 

She was staring out over the water, letting the boys rub against her and 
fondle her breasts and ass. It was so quiet and peaceful here, nothing to 
disturb them but the cry of birds overhead. 

"What the hell is going on here?" a rough voice demanded. 

Harriet whirled and the boys' hands dropped from her as though burned by a 
hot poker. "Wha-?" 

She found herself staring into the very angry face of a man dressed in white 
slacks arid shirt. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Harriet was dreadfully aware of her nakedness, and she felt confused terror. 
She glanced at Mike-he had said no one was around, that they were alone in 
this remote place. 

Mike said, "How'd you get here-?" 

The man frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is my house 
and these are my kids." He pointed angrily to Jimmy and Tony. 

His kids! Their father?!! Harriet felt hot shame rise to her face. She 
opened her mouth but no words came out. The man was staring at her, his 
glance taking in her heavy breasts and the dark patch where her thighs met. 
It slid to the naked children near her, and somehow the look seemed to 
expose the lust and carnality of the afternoon. 

"What the hell is going on?" 

"Nothing, we were just taking a swim," Mike said. There was an edge of fear 
in his voice. Mike glanced at Harriet. "You're going to get cold, why don't 
you go get dressed?" 

Anxious to get away, she turned quickly and hurried toward the house. Behind 
her she could hear the low voices of the man and the boy as the discussion 
continued. 

Her fingers were trembling and clumsy as she tried to hook the bra and pull 
her underpants up over her damp skin. Fear had put a bitter taste in her 
mouth and her heart was pounding harder than the surf. They had been 
caught-did the man suspect what had been going on? My God, suppose he called 
the police? Could they arrest her? 

She pulled the muumuu over her head and on. Through the window she could see 
the blurred images on the beach. They were still talking, and the man was 
waving his hands wildly. Mike was trying to calm him, touching his arm, 
talking quietly. After a few moments, the two began to walk along the sand, 
heading away from the cottage and past a grove of palms that shielded one 
end of the property. Jimmy and Tony had picked up their clothes and scurried 
out of sight. 

Harriet listened to the sound of the waves for the space of several 
heartbeats. No matter what happened, she knew she could not stay here and 
face the shame that lay ahead. She would die if the boys' father returned 
with the police. What could she say? What would happen to her? Jail? 
Certainly exposure-enough publicity to ruin her life forever. No, she 
couldn't face it. 

Quickly, she stuffed her wet bathing suit and towel-both of which lay on the 
floor where she had dropped them earlier when she came into the cabin with 
Tony-into her suitcase and jammed it shut. She could not stay here, she had 
to get away. She picked up the case and carried it to the door, listening 
for any sound that would betray the whereabouts of the others. Nothing. They 
had moved out of sight down the beach; the two young boys had vanished. 

She dropped the suitcase into the back of the car and slid behind the wheel. 
They had taken a fairly direct route here, she was sure she could find her 
way back to town. And once there, she could ask directions to the airport. 
All she wanted was to get out of here as fast as she could. 

She was still in a state of frozen shock when she reached the Bay Inn and 
tipped the bellboy for carrying her suitcase up to the suite. Shivering 
despite the warmth, she huddled in the large chair and stared out the 
window. Only one small light burned in the bedroom, and the darkness seemed 
to protect her and ease her shame. What was she going to do? The idea of 
returning to the mainland immediately, or at least fleeing the islands, 
tempted her. What had begun as a wonderful and thrilling vacation had 
suddenly turned into a miserable nightmare. 

Suppose Mike and the man followed her here? Oh, God! She got up and paced 
the dark room. She couldn't sit still. The terror was too real and strong 
when she did. 

She changed into another muumuu, this time leaving off the restricting 
underwear. She would walk on the beach and think. She had to think! 

The sky was dark but alive with stars and a pale moon that hung beyond the 
fringe of palms along the coast. The sand was warm under her feet and she 
slipped off her sandals and carried them for greater comfort. She passed the 
low wall that marked the boundary of the hotel grounds and headed up the 
deserted beach. 

She had been a fool to come here. She should have stayed with the glitter 
and crowds of Waikiki. She would have been safe there. Bored, but safe. 
There she could not have yielded to the temptation of young male flesh. She 
might have been able to find a beach boy some place to service her for a 
fee, just as she had so easily found Mike. But there would not have been the 
children-and the trouble now. 

The thought of Jimmy and Tony made her chest tighten with remembered delight 
and pain. She had never known that anything could be so wonderful as the 
pleasure she'd had with them. Just thinking about it, her mouth watered for 
the taste of the delicious young cocks, and her cunt grew moist and began to 
lubricate. She moaned and tried to put her mind to other things, but the 
feelings of her body were too strong. She ran, stumbling in the loose sand, 
desperate to get away. But it was herself she was fleeing from, and she knew 
it was no use. 

She had come a long way from the hotel and the tiny village near it. The 
beach here was deserted and she felt utterly alone. Weeping, she fell to the 
sand and covered her face with her hands. Would she ever be the same. Could 
she ever return to the life she had lived before, pretend none of this had 
ever happened? Right now she felt as though it were impossible, but time 
dulled all senses, and perhaps she would forget eventually. 

Meanwhile she would have to suffer. The one thing she could not allow 
herself was to touch any other children-not even young men. She had been 
fooled by Mike, who looked older than his years. Even he was underage and 
her being with him might have serious repercussions. She had to stay away 
from all youngsters. 

God! Could she? Her whole body ached with need. She could feel the wet slime 
at her thighs, and she wished now she had worn underpants. At least they 
would soak up some of the free-flowing cunt juice. She knew she should go 
back to the hotel, but the pain was so physical she could not move. She sat 
in a huddle, trying to calm her breath and her nerves. Finally she lay back 
on the sand and let the vagrant breeze flow over her. 

Mike ... Jimmy ... Tony ... oh, God, if they were here now she would not be 
able to resist any one of them! She knew it, and the knowledge made her 
afraid again. She had to leave the islands and the temptation far behind. 
She would go first think in the morning. She would stop at the desk on her 
way back tonight and arrange a flight. By this time tomorrow, she could be 
three thousand miles from here. 

She heard the tiny rustling sound at the edge of her consciousness and it 
took several moments to register. She turned her head but saw nothing. Her 
imagination? The wind in the palms? 

God, how her body ached. It used to be this way so often when she had first 
discovered her own sensuality after Doug died and was in constant need of 
young men to take care of her. When she couldn't make contact or when she 
was waiting, it had been this same kind of pain and fire in her guts. She 
recognized it all too well-she wanted to be screwed. Her entire body needed 
it and longed for it. The excitement of the afternoon had not soothed her 
need, only put it dormant for a short time then rekindled it. 

She curled on her side and drew her knees to her chest. She could not walk 
back to the hotel in this condition. She breathed heavily through her mouth, 
willing the passion to pass and leave her drained. It would not. 

This time the sound was closer and accompanied by a whispered touch on her 
arm. She leaped up, terror raw in her throat. She stifled a scream as she 
saw the inquisitive dog sniffing at her. Her laugh was a nervous broken 
sound. 

"Where did you come from?" she whispered to the animal. 

The dog raised its head and wagged its tail. It was a large dog, perhaps 
part collie, but mostly mongrel. Its coat was long and unkempt. It poked its 
snout toward her and seemed to expect to be petted. 

"You're a friendly thing, aren't you?" She patted the narrow head and the 
dog wagged its tail again. The dog settled comfortably, sitting close to her 
and watching her and waiting. 

Absently, Harriet continued to pet the animal but now that her initial panic 
had passed, she could not block out her own problems. Once again her body 
trembled and her belly ached. The dog looked at her inquisitively. 

She tried to laugh but no sound came out. She patted the dog, then clutched 
her belly as a new spasm of pain shook her. What was she going to do? The 
dog pushed a cold nose against her bare flesh at the thigh. She hadn't 
realized that her skirt had ridden high to expose her legs. What did it 
matter-there was no one to see? She fell back to the sand again and closed 
her eyes. 

The dog stared at her for several seconds, then pushed his snout against her 
leg again and licked tentatively at her bare flesh. Harriet stirred but did 
not open her eyes. Her crotch was wet and burning, her heart was heavy and 
her mind was confused. She couldn't think straight, she couldn't shake off 
the memories and the dreams. Those wonderful children ... the exciting 
newness and daring of her escapades ... the joy of the cumming and cumming 
again.... 

She could almost feel the tender touch of Tony's hand at her cunt. So 
gentle, so sweet, so shy ... the tiny breath of feeling over her hot 
tissues, the easing inward Her eyes opened and she stared at the stars. It 
wasn't her imagination run rampant. It was the dog! Hunched over her, it had 
pressed its snout between her legs and was sniffing at her pussy. She lay 
very still, afraid to startle the animal and not wanting the beauty of the 
moment to vanish. Her body tensed and waited expectantly. 

The dog flicked its tongue at the hairy bulge, and Harriet shivered. My God, 
it was as exciting as Tony's first touch! Maybe it was just her agitated 
state and her loneliness. 

The dog lapped at her again, this time his tongue pushing deeper into the 
crevice of her "body and scraping over her clitoris. The shivers were 
violent this time and she dug her fingers into the sand to control them. The 
dog paused and looked at her inquisitively. 

"Good dog," she said breathlessly. Her mind whirled and she closed it to 
everything but the moment at hand. She would not think beyond now, she 
couldn't.... 

The dog nuzzled into the crevice of her crotch again and set to licking with 
vigor. Harriet eased her legs farther apart and held her breath. The dog 
was. not frightened off by the move but encouraged. He lapped at the sticky 
wetness that had flowed from her, catching all the cunt juice along her 
fleshy thighs, then working at the cunt itself again. His tongue was rough 
and scraping on her swollen and throbbing tissues, and new Shockwaves of 
pleasure coursed through her. 

Eyes closed, Harriet-let her body take over. The lovely sensations of 
pleasure blotted out her thoughts, erased the pain of loneliness and fear. 
For the moment, she was at peace, except for the growing passion in her 
organs. But it had been there all along, the dog had only exposed it to the 
night. And the dog was bringing it to fruition. Maybe ... maybe she could 
cum.... 

"Yeeeesss...." She breathed the word into the night. If the animal heard, it 
made no response. It was intent on its licking of the slimy wetness as 
though the flavor of her body pleased it. 

Harriet's belly tightened and a hot flood of need filled her. She wanted 
it-she wanted to be fucked "Oh, God! Put your tongue in deeper-" Had she 
said the words aloud or cried them in her mind? 

For a moment she thought the dog had heard and understood. His tongue pushed 
and scraped at her labia, almost forcing them apart and gaining entry to her 
cunt. She moved her legs again, lifted her hips to spread herself wider. If 
she helped. She was insane with need and lust. She had to have something The 
dog backed away, growling softly. Harriet pushed aside her fear and raised 
herself on her elbows. 

"Good dog," she coaxed, "good dog." 

The animal rose from its haunches and stood over her. Against the background 
of light sand, she saw the dog's outline clearly-the thick body and long 
legs, a smooth underbelly devoid of the long hair that covered the rest of 
him. And just in front of the curve of the animal's hind legs-the sharp 
protrusion of the animal's penis sheath. A male dog ... a male dog.... 

A trick of her vision, or did the sex organ move as she watched it? It 
seemed to poke forward suddenly and slither from the hairy sheath. Harriet's 
breath caught in her throat. Without conscious thought, she moved her hands 
to her cunt and dribbled her fingers into the thick wetness inside. She 
gasped and fingered herself, soaking her hands in the gooey slime, enjoying 
the sudden contact of flesh against flesh. She withdrew one hand and offered 
the fingers to the dog. "Here, boy, here." 

The dog growled softly and licked the fingers, gently at first, then roughly 
as though to be sure he did not miss a drop. She brought the other hand out 
for him, and he accepted it greedily. Again, she entered her own body and 
served up a tempting nectar for the animal. 

There was no mistaking it now. The dog's cock was slithering from the sheath 
that covered it. Like a thick foreskin, she thought. Even in the pale 
moonlight and the reflections from the water she could see the glistening 
redness and wetness of the dog's tool. It was so different from a man's ... 
no hard bulging head, just a slimy snake fingering out in search of a bitch 
in heat. 

Shaking, Harriet tried to coax the animal between her legs. The madness that 
had begun this afternoon at the beach cottage on Maui was full blown 
insanity now, and she could not think of anything but her own need. 

"Come on, boy, come on...." Easy ... the dog moved and growled again. Was 
she putting herself in danger? What did it matter? Nothing mattered but 
finding peace for her burning cunt. 

Suddenly the dog lunged. Harriet fell back onto the sand, startled and 
afraid. The dog stood over her menacingly, his jaws open and tongue lolling. 
Drops of saliva dripped onto her face and neck. She could see the dog's 
fangs as he hung above her. 

He growled again, but this time the sound had new meaning. Harriet knew 
there was no threat in it, only animal lust. The dog had become excited, and 
it was ready to find its own satisfaction. The animal's body began to move 
in an unmistakable motion of attempted coitus. He hunched, bearing his 
weight on his hind legs, thrust. Whimpering, Harriet raised her hips and 
made contact with the furry belly of the dog. Instantly, the animal lunged 
harder as he sought entry. She could feel the thick hair brush against her 
naked belly and she felt the heat of the animal's body at her crotch. It 
lunged again, and this time the slippery thick cock touched her cunt. She 
almost screamed with anticipation and need. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh-" She tried to position herself so the dog could enter her 
more easily. It was impossible, she was too low. The dog was snarling now 
with frustration. His paws were on her flesh, claws digging for a hold. She 
knew this would not work and that she had to turn over and let the animal 
mount her dog fashion. Breathlessly, she talked to him in soft tones and 
lifted his weight from her belly. In slow easy motions so as not to startle 
him, she eased from under him and rolled over on the sand. She heard the 
heavy throaty growl of warning. 

"Good dog," she whispered and got to her knees. She jerked the muumuu high 
onto her shoulders and crouched, ass upraised, legs spread. 

The animal was at her instantly, clambering onto her body, paws hugging 
around her hips. She could feel the thick claws dig into her flesh, but the 
pain was as exciting as the thought of what was to come. She felt the 
animal's body brush her ass as he searched for the hole he wanted. Several 
tries, each burning her whenever his ripe sex organ touched her flesh, 
then-ohhh, God! The tip of the hot tool caught her labia, found the soggy 
portal of passion. Another thrust-God-it slid out-again, humping and shoving 
at her ass-finding the right spot The world exploded in skyrockets of 
dizzying light as the animal's wet and slippery cock entered her. It was so 
incredibly hot she almost died. And big, much bigger than it had seemed. 
Extended to full length now and shoving deep inside her. The claws were 
biting into her skin, drawing blood, as the dog's lust boiled over. The hot 
slithering cock jerked and rode into her as firmly as it ever had any bitch 
in heat. The dog fucked hard and fast, driving himself all the way into the 
hot tunnel he had discovered. 

Saliva dribbled onto Harriet's naked back. The heat of the animal's sex 
organ was higher than any human cock, and she was wild as her passion was 
fed by the flames. Her whole body was a tightly coiled spring, waiting for 
the release only the dog could give her. She felt no pain where he had 
scratched her flesh; her only pain was need. 

The dog was panting and heaving at her. His cock seemed to swell to twice 
its size, and then The dog growled as it found fulfillment for its lust. 

Harriet screamed as the hot load of dog semen erupted inside her like a 
volcano. The hot stuff bubbled and boiled from the dog's penis, spilling 
into her cunt and being whipped to a lather by the driving piston of the 
cock. The draining of the tool took only seconds, but the fire seemed to 
last forever. Harriet's own orgasm exploded in a might burst, pouring out 
her thick cum to mingle with the animal's. 

Aaaarrrggghhh!!" She wanted to scream and cry her delight to the world. 
Instead she buried her face in the sand and tasted the sand in her mouth and 
nostrils. 

The dog backed off her almost instantly. Numb and weak, Harriet crumbled to 
the beach and lay still. 

When she opened her eyes, the world was quiet around her. There was no sign 
of the dog. For a moment, she wondered if it had been some kind of a dream, 
self-hypnosis, but as soon as she moved she knew it was not. The thick semen 
and cunt juice mixture began to ooze from her body. She could smell the 
heavy odor of sex, the musty tinge of semen and love juice, clinging to her. 
Slowly, she pushed herself up and crouched on the sand, holding the tangled 
muumuu high. The slime oozed from her cunt and dropped to the sand in huge 
gobs. 

As she stood up, she saw the long scratches across her belly and hips. 
Funny, there was no pain. Dazed, she walked toward the water. She couldn't 
go back to the hotel like this, she had to clean up. 

Glancing around in every direction, she saw no one, no sign of life. 
Quickly, she stripped the muumuu over head and dropped it to the sand. She 
waded slowly into the cool water. The waves were strong here, and she could 
feel the pull at the sand under her bare feet. But almost all of the coast 
along here was safe for swimming she had heard. 

She was in no danger if she moved carefully and did not swim out too far. A 
wave roared toward her and broke over her naked flesh, spraying her face 
with foam and cooling her instantly. She ducked then and swam before the 
next wave could catch her. 

The water felt soothing on her aching burning body. She still could not 
think about what had happened. Her mind had already sealed off the incident 
and refused to allow it escape. Only her body throbbed with remembered joy 
and lust. But at last she was calm. Her orgasm had left her free and sated. 

She swam for a dozen yards then turned and headed back to shore. She 
couldn't get too far from the spot where she'd entered the water or she 
might become confused. In the dim night, one piece of shoreline looked very 
much like another. And she knew how quickly she might drift with the current 
and wind up some hundreds of yards down the beach. 

She walked out slowly and let the wind dry her body. The salt water left her 
skin taut and drawn, but there was no help for it. She would shower as soon 
as she got back to the hotel. She found her dress and put it on before she 
was completely dry. The thin cloth would dry quickly as she walked. 

Where were her shoes...? 

She retraced her steps to the spot where she had lain with the dog and found 
the sandals half buried in the sand. Sighing, she picked them up and headed 
back along the beach toward the hotel. She was still in a state of shock, 
unable to think. She knew only that her body was at peace at long last. 

At the hotel, she skirted the lobby and made her way upstairs in an empty 
elevator. It was late and the crowds had already thinned but she could hear 
music from one of the lounges on the seaside. 

The suite seemed empty and cold. She turned off the air conditioner and 
opened a window instead. She also opened the tall glass doors that led to 
the balcony and stepped outside to look at the ocean below. Strains of the 
music drifted up to her. Sadly, she turned and went inside. 

She didn't bother with lights. The darkness was comforting and pleasant. She 
stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower, still standing in the 
dark. She could see well enough to make her way about, and that was enough. 

In the glass-walled shower, she thought of her earlier bath here with Mike. 
Where was he now? Had he gotten in trouble with Tony and Jimmy's father? She 
had run out on him, left him holding the bag. She had been so frightened, 
she hadn't considered anything but her own safety. 

She soaped her body slowly, rubbing the cloth briskly over her cool flesh. 
It was over. She knew she had to leave Hawaii now and not look back. She 
scrubbed her genitals to remove the last traces of the dog from her body. 
Over ... done. 

When she was finished showering, she got her douche bag from the cabinet and 
mixed a solution of vaginal cleanser and water. She sat on the toilet and 
inserted the plastic tip of the hose into her body. The warm water gurgled 
through the hose and spread up into her, stinging slightly as the antiseptic 
washed her tissues. When she was through, she stepped into the shower again 
and let a spray of tepid water run over her. 

When she finally climbed into bed, she was exhausted and limp. She would 
call the travel clerk first thing in the morning. Now, she only wanted to 
sleep. 

She woke and the sunlight was bright behind the curtains. The room had grown 
warm with it, and she stirred sluggishly. Pushing herself out of bed, she 
examined the long scratches on her flesh. They were slightly crusted over 
with dried blood but none of them were deep. She sat fingering them. How 
could she have done what she did? A dog-an animal-yet she had wanted him and 
forced him into her will. But no one had been hurt by the act, what harm had 
there been. Only she knew about it and it had been all she hoped for at the 
time. What difference did it make? 

Her thoughts went back to the three boys she'd spent the afternoon on the 
beach with. In a way, she had forced her will on them also. They had not 
come to her-she had sought them out and used them to satisfy her own lust 
and needs. And someone else had discovered them. More important, she had 
fled and left the boys to suffer for her wrongdoing. 

Sighing, she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the 
full-length mirror. Her plump face stared back at her, eyes solemn but 
finally honest. She could not let Mike and the others suffer for her. She 
had to go back, had to face the consequences of what she had done. It wasn't 
right or fair to use them if they got hurt. She couldn't live with herself 
if she didn't at least try to right the wrong she'd done. 

She washed and combed her hair, then dressed carefully, wearing both bra and 
panties and substituting a pantsuit for the loose muumuu that seemed too 
easy to take off. She called the desk, checking plane flights back to Maui 
and making a reservation on one that left shortly after one. Then she called 
room service and ordered breakfast. Now that she had come to terms with her 
conscience, she realized how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten since lunch 
yesterday, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. 

The tray came a half hour later, and Harriet sat by the open balcony doors 
watching the sea below as she ate. Would she be able to find the house on 
Maui? She hadn't paid much attention as Mike had given her directions from 
the airport. She had turned when he indicated it, but she doubted that she 
could find her way to the house again. And if there had been an address on 
the house, she hadn't noticed it. Did she even know Jimmy and Tony's last 
name? Had Mike ever mentioned it? There was a chance of course that their 
name was the same as Mike's but there was an equal chance that it was not. 

She sighed. Maybe she could find her way back to the beach house. Would they 
still be there? She doubted it. The whole problem seemed insurmountable. 

There was a knock at the door and she rose, frowning. She supposed it was 
room service returning for the tray-or maybe the maid. She crossed the room 
and opened the door. 

Mike Halua stood outside. 

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Harriet felt a sudden lurch of 
love and relief as she recognized him. He was all right! Then the thought 
hit her that he might not be alone and she glanced quickly in either 
direction along the hall. No one. 

"Can I come in?" Mike said. 

"Of course." She stepped back and swung the door open for him to enter. She 
closed the door and followed him across the room. 

He glanced at the breakfast tray and picked up a piece of toast and began 
munching it. Then he sat on the gold and white flowered sofa and stared at 
her. 

"Mike-" Her voice was tight and broke slightly. 

"I guess you didn't expect to see me." His dark eyes were hooded. 

"I-" She shook her head. I'm sorry I ran away. You may not believe it but I 
made up my mind this morning that I was going back-to Maui. I had to find 
out if you were all right." She shook her head again. "I never should have 
run, but I was so scared!" 

He looked at her for a long time. Then his expression softened and a smile 
touched the corners of his mouth. "Were you really coming back?" 

She nodded. "I made a reservation on the one o'clock plane. I was sitting 
here wondering how the devil I was going to find you again. I couldn't 
remember the address. Oh, Mike, I'm so sorry!" She felt the quick sting of 
tears at her eyes and she moved close to him and sat down. She put her arm 
around him. "Can you forgive me?" The tears spilled over her lids and ran 
down her cheeks. 

"Hey, don't cry, it's okay." 

"Was he angry, their father, I mean?" She sniffled. "What happened?" 

"Not much. I told him you were just a tourist who wanted to see rural 
Hawaii. You were tired of the big hotels and the crowds and wanted to get 
away from that for a while." He grinned disarmingly. "I told him you paid me 
five bucks to show you around, and that I figured as long as we were going 
out to the beach place, why not take the kids along." He shrugged and looked 
pleased with himself. 

Harriet frowned and wiped away the tears. "But what about our being naked? 
Didn't he think that was strange?" 

Mike laughed out loud. "Sure, he asked about it, but I told him you were 
very rich and very eccentric and that you belonged to a nudist club back 
home in California and you always swam nude. He knows that his kids don't 
even own suits, so he didn't question them skinny dipping at all. And me," 
he grinned and shrugged again, "I told him I just went along with the gag." 

"And he believed all that?" 

"Who knows, but at least he didn't make any kind of a fuss. When I heard you 
drive off, I got sore at him and told him he'd lost me a customer and I was 
out five bucks. You know what he did?" 

"No, what?" 

Mike laughed again. "He paid me five out of his own pocket! Seems he brought 
a dame out to the beach shack for a little fun of his own and he didn't want 
his wife to know about it. He was plenty glad for me to get the kids outta 
there before they spotted his wahine." 

Harriet felt relief overwhelm her. She hugged Mike and laughed with him as 
he described his uncle's face when he told Mike about the girl. 

"How'd you get back?" Harriet asked. "I took the car." 

"The boys and I hitched a ride to town. Not hard out in those parts. I 
stayed the night with them and flew back early this morning. I was hoping 
you hadn't bolted. 

"I almost did." 

"I guess I can't blame you. I'm sorry." 

"You? What do you have to apologize for?" she demanded. It was she who 
should be groveling. 

"I told you the place was safe and no one would bother us. How the hell was 
I to know my uncle was shacking up with some chick?" 

They laughed again. "Well, it's over, and there's nothing else to worry 
about." Harriet patted his arm. 

"Is it over?" His face was serious. "What?" 

"I mean, what about our deal? You're not going back to the mainland, are 
you?" 

Harriet bit her lip. Mike was offering her a continuation of the joy she had 
known since meeting him, he was offering to stay with her and please her and 
make her happy. Her throat went dry and she licked her lips. "Oh, Mike...." 

"You're staying?" 

She nodded. "Yes, yes. I want to, very much." 

"And you want me to stay?" Wordlessly, she moved her head in assent. "Same 
deal?" 

"Same deal." 

He grinned suddenly, and the smile lighted his face and eyes. And the smile 
warmed her and she knew how much the boy's presence meant to her. She would 
not have to retreat into the shell of loneliness and despair. She could go 
on enjoying herself. 

Mike got to his feet and hurried across the room. He picked up the phone and 
asked for an outside line, gave the operator a number. Then he spoke softly 
and swiftly into the receiver, and Harriet could not catch any of the words. 
But his tone was happy. 

When she questioned him about the call, he would not tell her anything, 
merely shook his head and said she'd have to wait and see. A little business 
matter, he said. He walked about the suite, picking up and devouring another 
piece of cold toast from the tray. Once he went out onto the balcony and 
looked down at the beach and sea, but he came back inside almost at once. 
When there was a knock at the door, he motioned for her to stay where she 
was and he hurried to open it. 

Harriet stared and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Jimmy and Tony, 
dressed in white shorts and T-shirts but still barefooted, entered the room 
hesitantly, eyes wide as they stared around the suite. 

Grinning, Mike took the Do Not Disturb sign from the inner doorknob and hung 
it outside. Then he shut the door and fastened the bolt. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Harriet laughed with delight. "Oh, Mike, you're wonderful." 

He grinned back at her and motioned to the two boys to go to her. She held 
her arms out and embraced them, kissing each of them with fervor as they 
threw themselves at her. 

"You darlings," she said. To Mike, she said, "How long can they stay?" 

He shrugged. "I told their mother they were staying with me for a few days 
and I'd call her when they were coming back. She won't care if they hang 
around a week or two." 

A week or two! He was offering her the two children for her entire vacation 
stay! Instead of the trouble she had been anticipating, she had been given 
the most marvelous gift of her life. 

Tony looked at her with a big smile. "Can we stay?" 

"Of course you can!" Harriet laughed and hugged him again. "I want you to be 
with me-" 

Tony grinned widely and rubbed his thin body against her ample bosom. She 
felt a tremor race through her. Her sexual desire was far from dead now that 
the three youngsters had come back into her life. Tony seemed to sense that 
she liked his nearness, and he pressed to her again. His small crotch was 
against her thigh and he rubbed himself on her without embarrassment. 

"I liked it yesterday at the beach," he said simply. "I never had anything 
like that before, but it was good-really good." He glanced at his brother. 
"Jimmy liked it too, didn't you, Jimmy?" 

Shyly, Jimmy nodded and tried to smile. "Yeah...." 

Harriet felt as though her heart would burst. They had not been afraid of 
her then, and she had not hurt them. They had come back for more, as Mike 
had. 

Harriet took Tony on her lap and held him, running her hands over his thin 
body. She could feel his bones under the shorts and shirt, and she could 
feel the heat of his young flesh. She put her hand to his naked thigh and 
worked it under the edge of the loose short. He was so incredibly warm. Her 
fingers brushed his tiny sex organs, and the boy smiled again. 

"I like that," he said. 

She cupped them with her hand, fondling him gently. "Let's go into the 
bedroom," she said softly. She could feel the stirring passion begin in her 
body. She wanted to rid herself of the tight, binding garments she wore and 
feel her naked flesh against the flesh of these boys. She wanted to touch 
and be touched. She wanted to love and be loved. 

Mike showed Jimmy the way and Harriet and Tony followed quickly. The air was 
cool now, the air conditioner had done its work. 

"Wow, look at this place!" Jimmy was awed by the lush decor and fancy 
furniture. It was hard for Harriet to believe that these children had never 
seen a hotel before, at least not the inside of one. 

Jimmy went to the bathroom door and stared at the fabulous lavender fixtures 
and the glass shower. He turned and asked, "Can everybody see you j when 
you're in there?" 

"No, darling, it's a special glass. You can see out but no one can see 
in-not even at night when the lights are on." 

"Yeah?" Wonder filled his voice. 

Tony was more practical. He was already unbuttoning his shorts and his 
T-shirt lay on one of the chairs. Harriet held her breath as he skimmed the 
short pants down and off. He was as gorgeous as she remembered, all brown 
and young, hairless and unspoiled. She made a small whimpering sound and 
began to take off her pantsuit. By the time she had it off, the three boys 
were naked and standing near the bed. She wanted to run to them and hold 
each close, and her fingers struggled to undo the heavy bra. Mike came to 
her. 

"Let me help." He turned her around and unhooked the snaps. Her big breasts 
fell free of the cloth, swaying and bouncing against her ribcage. 

"Now the panties," Mike said. He knelt before her and began to roll the 
nylon down over the wide hips. The other two boys were staring in 
fascination, watching the naked woman who had taught them so much in so 
short a time. Harriet felt Mike's fingers on her flesh, ridding it of the 
cloth and arousing her at the same time. By the time he had the panties off, 
she was shivering with delight and growing need. 

"You lie on the bed," Mike said. 

Numbly, she did as he directed. The boys watched her lay down, and Tony 
reached out and touched one tit gently. 

"Can I make it get hard like before?" he asked. 

Harriet nodded. 

"You take the other one Jimmy." Mike had already made plans. They were going 
to please Harriet in a hundred different ways. Last night, he'd searched 
through his uncle's things and found the kinds of books he was looking 
for-and he'd learned a lot in a crash course of reading. Things he'd never 
heard of before but that sounded exotic and exciting. He was anxious to try 
them, to see if Harriet liked them as much as the woman in the book had 
apparently done. 

He nudged Jimmy closer to the woman, encouraging him to fondle her other tit 
and bring out the hard core of the nipple. Jimmy stared, and began to play 
with the huge sphere of ripe flesh. The big circle of dark red formed a cone 
at the tip, and the skin there was puckered and bumpy. He probed into the 
depths, and to his surprise was rewarded almost instantly by a slight 
hardening of the tip-as though the tit were pressing back at his finger. 
Tony smiled at him over the mounds of the woman's body. Jimmy watched as his 
brother put the swollen teat into his mouth and began to suckle. 

His own penis felt alive and began to prickle. Was he getting hard already? 
She hadn't even touched him, except to lie close in nakedness. Jimmy glanced 
down at his own body and saw that the prick was stirring from the bed of 
soft flesh between his legs. Deep inside him he could feel peculiar 
rumblings and churnings. 

Tony sucked the tit hard and lovingly. It felt so good to nuzzle against her 
and absorb her warmth. He had dreamed all night of their closeness the day 
before, unable to sleep deeply after she vanished from the beach place. His 
dreams had been disturbed by hot flashes of pain and wanting in his crotch. 
He had felt so funny, then so good when she sucked him and played with him. 
He wanted more, and he had wakened with fire in his belly and longing in his 
heart. 

Harriet lay with her eyes closed, savoring the renewed delight of having the 
two children suckle at her breasts and touch her naked flesh. She could 
hardly believe her good fortune. Mike had come back after bluffing his way 
out of the predicament in which she'd left him yesterday. He had come 
back-mainly because he wanted the money she had promised, but also because 
she was giving him something he wanted and enjoyed. Sex. 

She felt the touch at her crotch and knew he had come to her. She spread her 
legs without disturbing the two children at her breasts, and immediately a 
warm finger probed in her cunt. Yes, yes, oh, God yes.... 

The finger dug into her inner cavern, sliding along the wet tissues of her 
labia first and tingling at her clitoris. The boy already knew what excited 
her, and he was bringing her to the state of ready with his hand very 
quickly. She sighed as the first pressure of steam and desire rooted itself 
in her belly and began to swell. 

"Ohhhhh, yeeeesss, Mike...." 

"You like it?" 

"Mmmmmm, of course I do...." 

"Jimmy's cock is getting hard." 

"Mine is too!" Tony insisted. 

Harriet laughed and opened her eyes to enjoy the spectacle taking place. 
Both Jimmy and Tony were sitting so their cocks were on display. It was as 
though they were vying for her attention and seeing who could get hard 
faster. She couldn't help smiling. She also couldn't help reaching for them. 
One hand to each little cock. Stroking gently but firmly, causing new lust 
and bringing hard-ons more quickly. The delightful little organs swelled in 
her fists and the tiny rosebud heads peeked out like winking eyes. 

Mike ran his fingers up into her and began to play inside the tight little 
pen. She felt herself grow warm, then wet. Her cunt was loosening and 
getting hot. The cunt juice began to puddle inside her and his fingers 
rippled it and stirred it. She could feel the hot slime coating his hand and 
making him a slippery, sliding mass inside her vagina. 

"Oooohhhh, mmmmm, uuuummmm." She moaned and writhed with delight. 

"Taste it-" Mike's voice was hoarse and low. 

Tony ducked his head toward her belly, skidded across her flesh and put his 
mouth to the wet tunnel that Mike was holding open. His tongue flicked 
experimentally at the swollen red tissues. At first, his face puckered at 
the sharp taste and the thick consistency of her juice. Moments later he was 
licking at her eagerly. 

"She likes it," Mike said. 

"Ohhhhh, I like it...." Harriet rolled her head and could hardly stay still. 
Her cunt was on fire with the hand and tongue lapping at it. Mike kept 
driving his fingers deep inside her, and it drew out heavy loads of her 
stuff. Tony was licking it from his hand and from the throbbing labia. Every 
once in a while, his tongue slid over her clitoris and almost drove her 
crazy. She considered telling him to concentrate on the tiny bud of passion, 
but she decided it was more exciting not knowing when he would touch it. Her 
skin crawled with goose bumps and her heart was pounding like a hammer. And 
all the time she still held the two lovely little boycocks in her hands, 
pumping and stiffening them to new heights. 

"Jeeezz, I wanna cum-can't I stick my dick up her and do it?" Tony was eager 
and more than willing. 

"Let him-" Harriet wanted to feel the child's pecker run up inside her pussy 
and excite her to orgasm. She knew that she would cum quickly, almost the 
thought of Tony's dick in her was enough to send her off. 

"Okay, climb on." Mike was directing the child in place, much the same way 
he had shown Jimmy how to board her yesterday. Tony scrambled over her belly 
and picked a spot to descend. He was too high, and hardened prick hit the 
hairy patch of her triangle. Tony swore softly and Mike laughed. 

"Back up-down here-yeah, that's better." He pulled his cousin's ass and got 
him where he could reach Harriet's cunt. He reached for the small cock and 
aimed it toward the woman's body. Tony's eyes were wide with anticipation 
and lust. 

"There, feel it-can you get it in?" He shoved Tony's rump and the boy slid 
between the woman's legs. 

"I'm in!!! I'm in!!!" 

"Ohhhhh, God, yeeeesss-" 

"Now fuck her-in and out, in and out-that's right-" 

Harriet nodded, unable to talk now that she was actually experiencing the 
boycock again. Tony's cock was smaller than Jimmy's, but it felt like a 
piston driving inside her. She was not conscious of Mike's efforts to help 
his cousin achieve the perfect fuck rhythm, but she knew that Jimmy, who was 
still sucking her tit and whose cock she was still pumping was watching the 
entire process with wide-eyed wonder. 

"Make me cum, ohhhh, make me cuumm!" 

She begged the child to give her what she wanted. By now, Tony" had the hang 
of it and was enjoying his first fuck. He moved without help, sinking 
himself into her loose opening as far as he could, feeling the hot lather 
inside her burn at his tissues, and feeling his own excitement grow 
steadily. 

"I'm fucking, I'm fucking-" He grinned and rode the heavy humping woman. It 
felt like something was tugging and pulling inside his cock, something more 
powerful that he had ever felt before. 

Harriet felt the explosion nearing. She could not hold back on the awesome 
orgasm that built inside her. She felt the first eddying rays circle in her 
uterus, felt the fingers push outward and light fires in the rest of her 
body. Then the whole world exploded in a dizzying spasm. 

"Uuummm, oooohhhh, uuuuggghhhh, I'm cuuummmmiinnnggg!! I'mmm 
cuummmmiinnnggg!!" 

She rocked and rode with him, raising her hips and falling back hard, only 
to rise again as he thrust into her. The climax was overpowering and 
overwhelming. When it finally subsides, she lay panting and breathing hard 
through her mouth. 

"You did it, Tony, you made her cum!" Mike was jubilant. 

"But I didn't cum," Tony wailed. 

"You will-we're not done with her yet. Harriet-?" 

She opened her eyes. Mike was leaning over her. "You get on top of Tony and 
ride him-" 

"I-" She was dazed. 

"Just do it." Mike helped her to get up and position herself over Tony who 
quickly laid flat and held his cock upright. It was stiff and long, a good 
two inches of pure child joy. Harriet supported her weight on her heels and 
crouched over the child, coming down with open cunt onto the shaft he 
speared upward. She felt it quiver and then slide into her pussy. It was 
warm and a little sticky from her cunt. But it stabbed into her with sudden 
decision as Tony raised his hips. She came down lightly on him and began to 
rock. 

"Hey-that's nice-boy, I like that!!" Tony's eyes glittered. 

"Lean over some-" Mike pushed her down so she was almost lying on Tony. Her 
heavy tits pressed into his face and he had to turn his head so he could 
breath. 

"Now Jimmy's going to come up behind you and stick his dick up your 
asshole." 

"What?" She almost lost her grip on Tony as she turned in surprise. 

"Just relax. I brought some cream to help." He showed her the tube of 
Vaseline. Quickly, he uncapped it and squeezed a large gob out into Jimmy's 
palm. "Rub it all over your dick," he instructed. 

Jimmy smeared the thick lubricant on his tool. At Mike's instruction, he 
wiped the rest of it on the tiny puckered muscle of Harriet's asshole. 

Harriet felt the finger rub the cold cream onto her anus. She shivered and 
took a deep breath. She was going to be asshole fucked!! Mike had planned it 
as a surprise for her, and she was delighted. Her first introduction to 
asshole fucking, and it was going to be done by this wonderful child. And 
all the time she had Tony's cock up her cunt. 

The first touch was tentative and wary. Vaseline skidded on Vaseline, the 
cock slipped past the tight hole. Jimmy clutched his rigid organ and stabbed 
at her again. This time he hit the target. 

Harriet felt the hard pressure at her anus. Instinctively, she sucked air in 
through her lungs to relax her muscles. The tiny cockhead speared into her, 
pushing a half-inch of male flesh into her tunnel. Hot and dry ... pain ... 
breathe deeply. Gasping, Harriet whispered and moaned with delight. "Ohhhhh, 
yeeeeesssss, push it in, push it in!!!" 

Jimmy pushed. The hard cock moved into the back door of her body. The hot 
hugging tunnel threatened to tear it off, but she kept breathing deeply and 
would not let herself feel pain. Now he was in-all the way. 

"Oooohhhh, aaahhhh!!!" She was close to orgasm again. 

"Yeeessss, fuuuccckkk meeee, please fuuuccckkk mmmmeeeee!!" 

Somehow the two boys began to move inside her. She was barely conscious of 
holding her weight up so the boy under her would not be crushed. But he was 
not complaining, his little body was leaping and driving up into hers. She 
dared not move lest the other cock in her asshole slide out. It felt as if 
the two pricks were coming together somewhere deep inside her. She was hot 
... so hot.... 

Mike scurried across the bed and opened his legs to a wide V as he slid them 
past Tony's head and shoulders. Harriet looked up in surprise at the sudden 
intrusion, and Mike grinned and pointed to his swollen cum column. "Suck me 
off," he said. 

Harriet nodded, unable to talk but more than willing to take on the third 
cock. She opened her mouth as Mike slid down and positioned himself with his 
legs around Tony's head. Harriet's open mouth sank onto the stiff column of 
male flesh, catching the ridge of the head slightly with her teeth as she 
came down on him. He almost shot off his load of cum on the spot. She began 
a steady rhythm of oral fucking on him, keeping time with the cocks in her 
cunt and asshole. 

She was going wild, crazy with the passion that erupted in her. This 
surpassed even her wildest dreams-three cocks at the same time. Hot holes to 
accept them, three hot holes of love. Her body was filled and overflowing. 
The cock in her mouth was huge, swollen and distended to its fullest. It 
filled her mouth and almost gagged her as she bore down hard on it. She 
could feel the heavy thick head press against her palate and cut off her 
breath. 

In her cunt the little cock was ready to explode. She could feel the tight 
pull of the child's readiness, the pressure that told her he was about to 
experience his first pre-orgasm spurt of puberty. She wanted to laugh and to 
cry and to tell him how wonderful he was but her mouth was already full of 
hot prick and there was no room for words. 

At her ass, Jimmy was lying heavily on her now, driving his prick as far as 
it would go in the tight tunnel. The Vaseline had become warm and seemed to 
excite both of them. It was like hot slimy cum lubricating her rear end. She 
was powerless to stop the huge orgasm that erupted as the three cocks drove 
and met in her soul. 

Hot sperm poured from Mike's prick and gurgled into her throat. She had to 
swallow very quickly so she wouldn't gag on it. The tangy saltiness of it 
took her breath away, and she gasped and sputtered for air without letting 
the cock go. 

In her asshole, Jimmy felt the tight warning thrust and then the sudden hot 
spurt of his dick's load again. She had made him cum again-"Oooo, 
maaaaaannnnnn!!!" He humped and forced the last drops of his stuff into the 
hot hugging tunnel. 

Under her, Tony arched his body and thrust up as he felt the quick spurt of 
warmth on his sunken treasure inside the woman's body. By some magic, some 
unknown chemistry, her heat exploded the feeling he had been waiting for. 
The pressure balled up like a fireball, pushed against his hidden balls and 
out along the length of his prick. It hesitated, then exploded inside her 
cunt like water bursting from a balloon. 

"Uuuummmm, uuuggghhhh!! Mmmm!!!" 

He was cumming, he knew he was cumming and so were the rest of them. It was 
a four-way symphony in ecstasy. 

Exhausted and dripping in sweat, Harriet let the boys lay her out on the bed 
when they extricated their bodies from hers. The taste of Mike's cum was 
still on her tongue, and the hot liquid of Tony's explosion was dribbling 
between her legs. Her asshole burned with the pressure and force of Jimmy's 
cumming in it. She was filled with love and cum, and she was happy. 

For a long time she lay just breathing and floating on the cloud of delight 
that had taken her. Gentle hands cupped her tits, and lips brushed a nipple. 
She opened her eyes and looked at Mike. 

"I know where there's a house you can rent-a place on the beach not far from 
here. If you want to move out of the hotel, we can spend every minute of the 
day and night together. All four of us." 

Dazed, she could not answer. She smiled and slowly nodded her head. Two 
whole weeks of pure bliss-the best vacation of her entire life. 

"Good," she said finally. "I'd like that." 

Tony and Jimmy clapped their hands with glee and bent to smother her with 
wet kisses. 


THE END
