A Sucker For The Stableboy
by Dorothy Farmer


FOREWORD 

Charlotte Walder was an attractive woman who had just reached her fiftieth 
birthday. Although her breasts were still firm, her stomach flat and her 
eyes still twinkling, her most attractive feature was her wealth. She 
herself, was not sure of the extent of her holdings. She lived on an 
enormous estate called Manracken Farms, where she raised thoroughbred horses 
and accumulated the fresh young bodies of the only thing she really cared 
about. Young boys. 

Although she loved the horses, she liked even better those anxious, young 
cocks. She had the money and the time and the power to have as many as she 
wanted and whenever she wanted. 

And the young men came willingly into her service. They came to work for her 
in the stables, grooming and caring for the horses in the day and at night 
catering to all the insatiable needs of Charlotte Walder. She took all they 
had to give and more, and they loved every minute of it. 

It was like a paradise on Manracken, except for Charlotte's philanderer 
husband, Ambrose, whose intention it was to blackmail his own wife in order 
to appropriate the holdings and the land and the considerable fortunes. 

Such a thing had never occurred to the woman, secure in the fact of her 
wealth, in the admiration of her young men and the devotion of Betsy 
Cantwell, the trusted woman trainer of the prize horses. 

To Charlotte, life was one long summer day with all the young flesh she 
needed constantly surrounding her. With all the problems of survival taken 
care of, she truly could concentrate on fulfilling the needs of their 
striving hard cocks. 

There was Kevin, the charming young redhead with the matching pubic hairs, 
and then the two young trespassers whom she immediately takes under her 
wing-Timmy, a handsome little black boy and Benjy, as blond as Timmy is 
black, there's Billie and Jon and Doug and lots more. More than she could 
ever want. 

Because of the contents of her stables there were always nice young men 
hanging around, young men who would be willing to go into her service, to go 
into her bedroom and into her body. 

Luscious young men, some of them practically hairless and most all of them 
innocent. Innocent at least until they meet Charlotte Walder. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 



CHAPTER ONE 

The afternoon sun filtered through the maroon velvet draperies and spread 
through the frosted, short curls of the woman seated at the desk. It was a 
large room, a room filled with plush sofas and deep oriental rugs. The woman 
seated at the desk was writing, her back was very straight and her head was 
held high on her neck. Every inch of her exuded grace and breeding. Her 
forehead was wide and dipped down to a pair of clear, green eyes. The nose 
was straight and rather long and the mouth, the mouth was wide and sensual. 

In spite of her age, which was coming on to fifty years, Charlotte Walder 
had the skin of a twenty-five-year-old woman. This was due to the excessive 
amount of money she spent on creams and treatments, but it was also due to 
the healthy way that she lived, the fact that she had never had to do a 
day's work in her life and also the fact that she had been one of those late 
blooming women whose real physical beauty became apparent around the age of 
forty-five. 

There was a knock at the door and Charlotte looked up from her writing, she 
told the party to enter, and her maid opened the door. 

"There's a young gentleman here applying for the job of stable hand, Ma'am." 
she said. 

Charlotte placed a slender hand on one of her firm, large breasts. "Ah yes, 
well, show him in then." 

And in about a minute a young man entered the plush room. He looked about 
sixteen, although he was pretty tall, almost six feet Charlotte guessed. He 
had dark red hair which he wore a little long, and a lovely smile which 
charmed Charlotte from the beginning. 

His body looked like the body of a farm boy, strong, husky, not an inch of 
lazy, adolescent fat. Charlotte's eyes skimmed up and down over his whole 
frame. This seemed like a likely prospect to her. 

"Well, young man, what is your name then?" She asked, looking directly into 
his face and smiling in a friendly manner. 

"My name is Kevin Grant, Mrs. Walder, and I live with my parents about ten 
miles from here." 

"You know, Kevin, that if I give you the job, then you would have to live 
here. When one works with horses, one's hours are very strange, lots of 
early morning feedings and things like that. You live much too far away for 
that kind of thing." 

"That's one of the reasons that I'm applying for the job, Ma'am. You see, my 
parents aren't all that well-to-do and we're a big family, you see, an' it 
would be good if I could find somewhere else to live:" 

"What do you know about horses then, Kevin ... and won't you please come sit 
here by me?" Charlotte gestured to a stool next to her desk. 

Kevin took the seat proffered to him and looked at the woman who was to be 
his boss. He had, of course, heard of her, who hadn't? She was the richest 
person around. 

He had seen her before, too, seen her driving by in town in her chauffeured 
car, or seen her riding through the woods on one of the prize horses in her 
stable. But it was only a brief glance, for everyone knew that Charlotte 
Walder was a recluse, that she wasn't out in the public eye very much, that 
she craved seclusion on the thousands of acres on her farms. 

She appeared to Kevin as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She 
seemed to him like a queen and she made him feel like an awkward, dumb kid. 
Suddenly Kevin became rather shy and he looked down at his feet. 

"What's wrong, Kevin," Charlotte asked, placing her hand on his knee. 
Charlotte longed to see the boy naked, for that was the real test of whether 
he was fit to work in her stables or not. 

Besides she was curious to see whether or not the hair around his cock was 
the same color as the hair that grew on his head. Such lovely red hair, she 
thought, and such a fine, young body. She had to see him naked. 

Kevin shyly looked up into the lovely face of his soon-to-be mistress. "It's 
nothing, Ma'am, just that I've never seen you. I've never been so close to 
anyone like you." 

Charlotte smiled to herself, this one was going to be a piece of cake. He 
would be putty in her hands, she made a mental bet with herself that she 
would have him stripped down and ready to do anything for her in a matter of 
minutes. 

Charlotte rose and let the boy take in the full height of her and the 
graceful curves of her body. Charlotte was very proud of the fact that she 
had a better body than most women half her age. As she rose from her chair, 
she allowed her dress to slip up on her thighs, to show the boy her 
excellent, smooth legs. 

There was nothing wrong with those legs, they were straight and with tiny 
little knees. She could thank her ancestors for that. 

But there were no varicose veins either, the result of the great care she 
had always taken with her body. And there was no hair on those legs, either, 
the result of professional services. 

In fact there was no hair anywhere that she didn't want it. She had had it 
removed from under her arms, her eyebrows plucked to perfection and, most 
interesting of all, from around her cunt. 

The result of this multiple treatment was that Charlotte Walder's body was 
perfectly smooth all over except for the mass of those expensive streaked 
curls on her head. Curls that were always groomed to perfection. 

"My dear boy, there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of." Charlotte walked 
across the room to the large oak doors and latched them quietly so that the 
young man didn't notice what she was doing. 

Then she walked up behind him and rested her manicured fingers on his 
shoulders. "I'm really not so different from you, you know. I mean, I'm a 
human being, too, a human being with the needs of a human being, do you 
understand me?" 

Kevin looked at the fine hands on his body, "No. I mean, you're different 
from me in every way, richer, older, educated, experienced...." 

"Do you know what the only important difference is between us, darling?" 

"No." 

Charlotte pointed her finger down between his legs. "The difference is right 
there basically, darling, in that fine instrument you carry with you always. 
What a wonderful difference it is, too." 

"Mrs. Walder, I didn't mean...." 

"But I did, that's all that matters to me, young man, that's all you need to 
get this job. Tell me, are you a virgin." 

Because of the coloring of the boy, he blushed an incredible shade of red 
which signaled to Charlotte that she had guessed the truth. She was very 
pleased. She liked that way, she liked to take the raw material and mold it 
into the most pleasing shapes. 

"You are a virgin then. But are you embarrassed about it? Does it bother you 
then? How old are you?" 

"I'll be sixteen this summer, Ma'am, but I don't see what you're getting 
at....I know I'm kind of old to still be a virgin, but I've been too busy 
working all my life ... and besides the girls my age aren't all that 
available." 

"Come now," Charlotte winked at the boy, "There must be one girl in town 
who's willing to experiment with the boys." 

"I suppose so, but I hear that you can catch diseases and shit-sorry, I mean 
things from people who mess around a lot." 

"Oh, my dear boy," Charlotte ran her fingers through his red hair, "You are 
an innocent, you must have listened to your mother too much. Well, tell me 
now, are you bothered by your persistent virginity." 

"Of course, I'd like to fuck-I mean, make love to a girl." 

"There's nothing wrong with the word 'fuck', darling, I use it myself all 
the time ... as a matter-of-fact, I do it, myself, all the time." 

Kevin was blushing all over, but Charlotte's sharp eyes didn't miss the fact 
that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Yes, there was 
no doubt about it, the boy was beginning to get aroused by their 
conversation. 

Charlotte slipped her hand down the front of his chest. "You're very 
attractive, Kevin, and you seem to know about horses, but there's something 
else that I have to be certain of before I can give you the job. And believe 
me, it's a good job. I pay better than anyone in the country probably, plus 
room and board and benefits which we will talk about later on. But you see, 
there is always a dearth of young men eager for such a position, and I only 
want the cream of the crop." 

Charlotte's hand continued to drop. The boy made no move to stop her 
although he continued to blush the color of a radish. "I want to see if your 
pubic hair matches the lovely red on top of your head." 

Kevin stood up abruptly from his chair. "You mean you want me to fuck you, 
Mrs. Walder?" 

Charlotte laughed richly, lilting peals of her pearly voice rang throughout 
the room. "Oh no, not yet, don't rush things, my dear, we've only just met 
and there is so much we have to learn about each other. But in the meantime, 
if you would be so good as to drop your pants, perhaps we could determine if 
you are qualified for this job." 

With that invitation, Kevin unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them and 
slowly eased them down to his knees along with his white Jockey shorts. 

Charlotte sighed with the sight that greeted her from between his legs. 
There it was, a fine specimen if she had ever seen one, and she had seen 
plenty. Lovely curls of red hair grew all around the nicely formed shaft 
that was along the way to an ultimate erection. Below the penis hung a pair 
of sizeable balls, enough balls for any woman, Charlotte thought to herself. 

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the prick that stood out before 
her eyes. 

"My, Kevin, it is rather large for one as young as you. What do you owe that 
to?" 

Kevin shrugged and smiled a pleased smile, taking it all as a compliment to 
his masculinity. "I don't know, I guess it's all that country living." 

At that point, the young man reached out for Charlotte and pulled her into 
an embrace, trying to kiss her. Charlotte pulled away from him, laughing 
again slightly. "Darling, I told you not to rush these things. If it is 
going to be good, then we must wait. However if you are so anxious to 
experience my body, why don't you undress me?" 

Kevin smiled and immediately began to unbutton her shirt. He had great 
difficulty with the buttons, and it caused Charlotte to laugh and laugh as 
she helped his trembling fingers to find their way inside of her clothes. 

At last he had pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra and her gorgeous 
breasts were exposed to his admiring sight. Truly, Kevin was dumbstruck. For 
he had never seen anything so wonderful as Charlotte's tits except in 
magazines that he and his friends had found. But never had he been so close 
to such beautiful flesh. 

There were those twin mounds of flesh, alabaster white with two tiny pink 
nipples heaving on Charlotte's frame. 

"Go ahead, my little love," Charlotte said tenderly, caressing his hair, 
"suck on them, suck on them just as if you are a babe seeking nourishment 
from his mother." 

Kevin needed no further invitation than that, but immediately fastened his 
mouth to one pink nipple and gently began to suck, licking all around the 
tits with his hungry tongue and with his hand feeling the pliant flesh of 
the other globe. 

Charlotte sighed with happiness and began to reach down between his legs to 
feel his cock at closer range. She found it right away and touched it with 
her fingernails. The first contact caused Kevin to shiver and also to suck 
harder on Charlotte's nipple. 

She ran her hand up and down on the hard, long shaft, she felt the head of 
the cock and the drops of pre-cum oozing from the landing. How nice it felt 
to her, and she found herself thinking no matter how many times she felt one 
of those hard, young cocks, the thrill was always new, always renewing, 
always made her want to do it again and again and again. 

"All right, Kevin," she whispered to the young man, feeling herself already 
quite aroused by his sucking of her tit, "enough of that, now take off my 
skirt." 

The boy, breathing heavily from the fondling she had given his hard cock, 
began to fumble with her skirt. He finally managed to find the key to its 
removal and slid it down off her thighs. There he found himself faced with a 
garter belt and stockings. 

Charlotte stood before, him, totally naked except for the stockings and the 
mechanism that held them up. As the boy began to take them off, she stopped 
him, telling him to leave them there. 

Suddenly Kevin started, "Hey, you don't have any hair there!" 

"Any hair where, Kevin?" 

Kevin pointed to the hairless cunt. "You don't have any hair on your, uh, 
cunt." 

Charlotte patted him on the head, "A very astute deduction, my love, would 
you like to have a closer look at my pussy?" 

Kevin looked somewhat baffled by the surprise he had received. 

"Don't you like it that way?" 

"Oh yes, ma'am, I like it very much." He touched it shyly with his hand, 
rubbing the palm over the mons, "it's so smooth." 

"Yes, Kevin, and it's so exposed so a nice young man like you can see 
exactly what he's doing." 

"What should I do?" 

"Get on your knees before me, just like you're praying, get down there and 
take a good look, see exactly how I'm put together. I want you to learn all 
about my cunt because it's just as important as the horses." 

Kevin complied with his mistresses' command and knelt before her hairless 
cunt. His trembling hands wrapped themselves around her white thighs just 
above the darkness of her stockings. His head moved in for a close up. He 
looked at it all then, looked at the sweet little clitoris that rose above 
her mauve-colored cuntlips all of it fading into the white flesh of her 
thighs. 

Kevin sighed with happiness. Charlotte stroked his hair, "Now, Kevin, taste 
me, taste my clitoris. I want to see that tongue of yours; I want to feel 
it." 

Kevin carefully bent forward and his tongue snaked out of his mouth and met 
with the strange flesh of her clit. Charlotte shivered from the contact, and 
tremors of fire spread throughout her loins. 

His tongue began its journey around and around the clit. It was almost too 
much for the woman and she cautioned him to try some of the other treasures 
that her body held in store for him. 

Kevin then used his tongue to slide up and down her cuntlips, he pressed his 
lips against the flesh of her twat and began to suck gently on the lips. The 
tongue worked up and down between her legs, exploring and tasting every bit 
of flesh. His tongue was like a butterfly lighting on all the flowers in a 
golden field. He slipped over onto her thighs and returned to her clitoris 
and then the tongue entered the cavity of her supreme womanhood and tasted 
and felt the flesh of her cunt walls. 

"Wonderful, my boy, wonderful. You're doing very well, now suck me there, 
suck me there just like you sucked on my tit." 

And Kevin complied, as Charlotte's fingers found his ears and she began to 
trace circles all around them with her nails. Kevin sucked on her clitoris a 
little too hard and Charlotte toned him down immediately. 

He pressed his lips between her cuntlips and sucked into the vacuum. The 
warm juices of her arousal flowed into his mouth, and he tasted the salt and 
the sweet of the woman. 

Charlotte pressed his head deeper into her cunt as she felt the flames of 
her need licking at her body, absorbing her brain and all the other 
insignificant thoughts, she felt her lust for this young boy for his tender, 
searching tongue mounting inside her. 

She knew that it would only be a few seconds longer that she would be able 
to hold back the fire that would consume her for those precious seconds. 

"Oh yes, darling, suck me, you're doing so well." And she began to hump his 
face as he knelt before her with his tongue and his mouth hungrily lapping 
at her erotic juices. 

Her loins fired with lust, her hands pressing and clutching at his head, she 
began to post on his face, riding him as if he were her prize stallion. 

"Oh, suck me, my little pony, how well you do it." Charlotte moaned with 
ecstasy as she slipped into spasms of violent emotion. She pressed his head 
all the harder, practically suffocating him in the fires of her passion. 

Still the boy continued to eat her out ravenously, as if her cunt contained 
all the fluids of life. As if by sucking out her cunt, he would absorb that 
which was the essence of Charlotte Walder, her wealth, her position, her 
power, her beauty. 

Charlotte cried out as her orgasm peaked and her mind went blank with the 
pleasure, the consuming pleasure, the fire that cleansed and bore her body 
to heights no other pleasure could take her. 

The orgasm built further and further until she felt as if she would lose her 
mind, she screamed again and pulled at the red hair under her hands. Her 
face contorted with ecstasy and her frame shook with the energy flowing in 
her orgasm. 

The boy's hands clutched at her body, as if he were holding onto her for 
dear life, as if should he let go of her she would slip into a violent abyss 
of passion that would overwhelm even him. 

Charlotte sighed violently, her whole frame shuddering from the release that 
came with her orgasm. She smiled, almost a silly smile, deep pleasure rising 
from the pit of her stomach. Yes, this boy had a nice long tongue and 
willing flesh, he would make an excellent protege, a darling little stable 
boy. 

He still continued to lick voraciously in her cunt until Charlotte had to 
push his head gently away, the rapid and intense concentration of his mouth 
was causing her satisfied pussy to sting. 

"All right now, Kevin, I want you to stand up; I want to see what you look 
like now." 

Kevin rose to his full height, standing very straight. He didn't seem to be 
embarrassed at all now. In fact, he seemed to be somewhat proud of the 
enormous red erection he sported between his legs. 

There was a shit-eating grin on his face if Charlotte had ever seen one. She 
also could see the results of her cum spread around his mouth and glistening 
on his cheeks. Droplets of sweat oozed down his forehead and down his legs. 

There was a pungent odor in the air, an odor of sex, of juices flowing and 
always the ever-present odor of the horses. Everywhere on the farm, there 
was that. Charlotte wondered if that odor had permeated her being, her 
house, her life. She didn't mind. It was an odor that pleased her; she had 
grown up with it. 

She loved everything about the horses, and the smell of them turned her on 
always. It was something that she never wearied of. 

Charlotte sat down at her desk and poured herself a glass of sherry. The boy 
looked somewhat surprised at her casual attitude in the shadow of his 
screaming erection. 

"What's the matter, my darling?" She said mischievously. 

The boy seemed flabbergasted. He did not know what to expect. He was not in 
any position to ask Charlotte to relieve him of his spermy burden. She had 
already made quite clear to him that he wasn't going to get to fuck her, at 
least not on this occasion. 

And it was difficult for him to imagine this elegant woman sucking him off 
or even jerking him off. But he was crazy with desire for her, for some 
relief. His cock was aching, and his balls were itching. It was all he could 
do to keep his hands off of the sore appendages. The thought ran through his 
mind to take the woman by storm, to throw her down on the couch and stick 
his blood-engorged cock up her creamy twat. But he knew better than to act 
so rashly. 

It looked as if he would get everything he wanted if he could play his cards 
right. Maybe he would have to wait, but she seemed to be pleased with him. 

Kevin decided to get dressed, as he stooped to pull his pants up, Charlotte 
shook her head. 

"No, darling, you can't go like that." she smiled. "But ma'am, I have...." 

"You're just going to find a nearby bush as soon as you leave this room and 
jerk yourself off, so I think I'd like to see you do it right now." 

The boy blushed again, but his cock twitched at the suggestion. 

"Go ahead," She gestured with her sherry glass. "Let me see how you do it." 

Kevin's hands slipped down to his raging cock. How much it ached, ached for 
the hot pussy he had just eaten out. 

One hand began to gently move up and down, stroking the length of the hard 
instrument very carefully. Charlotte thrilled to the sight of the purple 
veins bulging from his prick. She liked the way it twitched occasionally. 
She was well aware of the fact that the poor boy was suffering, that he 
needed her assistance so badly. 

She thought to herself, Let him wait. He'll want me all the more, so that 
when she finally allowed him into her bedroom or spread her legs to him in 
one of the stables, it would be good, very good. 

Kevin's hands took longer strokes on his cock, and he seemed to be bearing 
down harder. It did feel good, ' ut at that point anything would have felt 
good. At that point, someone could have given him the tail end of a mare and 
he probably would have thrown her a fuck. 

"Look at me as you masturbate," said Charlotte. 

And Kevin raised his eyes to the lovely face seated before him. Charlotte 
however was watching his technique, was watching his hands fly up and down 
on the hard cock. His buttocks flexing from the straining muscles, muscles 
of the body wanting to hump. 

"Come on, my little love," she said, "pretend you're only fantasizing about 
me; pretend I'm not here. Hump your hand, pretend your hand is my cunt." 

And at first, rather shyly, Kevin began to hump into his own hand. He 
continued to look at the woman seated before him until his movements became 
sporadic and more intense. He screwed his eyes shut and moaned softly to 
himself, Charlotte knew he was going to come. 

She quietly got up from her seat and moved over to a half-kneeling position 
before the masturbating boy. Her lovely hands moved up to his naked and 
moving thighs. She rested them there, he hardly noticed, so intent was he on 
reaching the much needed relief. 

Carefully Charlotte pried his hands off his dick. At this point he stopped 
and looked down at her, not without some surprise. 

"It's all right, keeping humping, but now I want you to hump my face, fuck 
my mouth." And with those words Charlotte licked her lips and fastened them 
over the throbbing cock before her. 

She didn't hesitate but took the whole length and breadth of the hard organ 
down her throat. Her eyes became little slits on her face and her cheeks 
contorted with the amount of manhood she was taking in. 

The boy thrilled to every part of his being, rapidly began to fuck the 
proffered face, he had never felt anything like that in his whole life. His 
loins were alive with the feeling, his cock surrounded by the warm, wet 
flesh of her mouth and throat, jumped forward in pursuit of its end. 

As Kevin humped her face, placing his hands on her head for some support, 
she bobbed back at him, taking in every inch that she could, letting it out 
for air and then taking it back in again. " 

It was a wonderful feeling for both of them. A new feeling for the boy, who 
was now cumming into Charlotte's mouth. And for Charlotte, she was a woman 
who couldn't resist the taste of a boy's cum, of the feeling of 
blood-engorged meat in her mouth. 

She loved the smell of sweat and piss and cum, she loved looking into those 
red and curling pubic hairs, the slimy cock sliding in and out of her mouth. 

And now the throbbing cock began to shoot its load of sperm into her. 
Charlotte took the whole load of cum into her cheeks before she swallowed. 
She liked having the full cream there, swishing it around in her mouth and 
around the pressing cock. 

And then letting it ooze down her long, parched throat to her belly. 

The boy's movements slowed down now. He had ridden the crest of his orgasm, 
and down into Charlotte's throat he had shot his cum. Now he felt beaten by 
desire, unsure of what would happen next. 

His cock was still rather hard, it looked as if he hadn't cum at all. 

Charlotte removed his prick from her throat, but not her mouth. Instead she 
began to lick him quite voraciously. She neglected not one inch of the 
emptied vessel. 

She licked all around his cock and stopped for a moment to suck on the head 
of his prick, as if she could milk more sperm from the tip. 

She went under, raising the cock with her hand gently, to take the balls 
into her mouth and swish them around, cleaning them with the gentleness of 
her tongue and cheeks. 

She worked on his strong thighs, and she continued to work downward until 
she came to his knees, and his upper legs were covered with his own sweat, 
his own cum and Charlotte's spit. It was very thrilling for the young boy to 
be licked like that. 

Charlotte's expert tongue did wonders for him. In fact, so graceful were her 
movements that before she had finished, his cock was sporting another 
erection and already the boy felt the ache of desire beginning in his loins. 

Charlotte stood up now and looked at his face, then her gaze dropped between 
his legs, and she smiled broadly. She took his cock in one of her hands 
playfully. 

"So, my little friend, you're ready to try something else, are you?" 

Kevin did not say anything but nodded assent. 

"No," said Charlotte, squeezing him teasingly, "Not now. We have a lot to 
do. I tell you that I have decided to give you the job, so that will give 
you plenty of time to learn all about me." 

"Yes, Ma'am," Kevin said, not without some disappointment. "Thank you." 

"And thank you, Kevin," she said, still smiling, but now removing her hand 
from his cock, "Would you care for some sherry before we go?" 

"Yes, Ma'am, I would appreciate that." Kevin stooped down to pull his pants 
up. 

Charlotte Walder handed the young man a glass of the liquid and then sat 
down at her desk again. She began to write in a small book that she had been 
writing in before he had come in. 

Kevin was amazed by the way she acted now. It was as if he were no longer in 
the room. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

After a little while, Charlotte arose, straightened her clothes and took the 
empty sherry glass from her new young man. The boy stood when she had stood 
up, and she smiled at him benignly. 

"Would you like to me to show you around, Kevin?" She asked. 

"Of course, Mrs. Walder." Kevin thought to himself how strange it all was. 
He had never expected this job interview to go this way. He had never 
dreamed that such a thing could happen. He had read books where things 
occurred like this, but never believed that such women existed. 

He was feeling pretty good about it. Almost exhilarated. It was apparent 
that she liked him, that he would work out here in her surroundings and that 
soon she would even allow him to make love to her. 

He followed her down the long hall, watching the sweet little movements of 
her tight ass. What a fine walk she had. It all seemed to spell out one 
thing to him-raw sex. 

As Charlotte was showing Kevin the closest stables, her husband Ambrose 
walked up to the pair. She hardly noticed the man appear, but he had gotten 
out of a little red sports car and crossed the distance very slowly. 

"Good morning, Charlotte." Ambrose Walder said, a dark look in his eyes. 

Charlotte turned her attention from the young man and looked at her husband. 
"What is it, Ambrose?" 

"I want to talk to you." he said. 

"All right, talk to me." Charlotte said sternly. 

"I want to talk to you alone. You don't need to show the help around 
yourself-get one of the other boys to do it. Honestly, I don't know why you 
insist on interviewing the help yourself. Someone in your position...." 

Charlotte winked at Kevin, "Ambrose, it is very important that everything 
run smoothly on farms as extensive as mine and in order to insure that, I do 
everything I can myself, or at least make sure that everyone who works for 
me will be capable of whatever task I choose for them. I've explained this 
to you before, Ambrose, now what is it you wanted?" 

Ambrose clenched his fist, "I want the pleasure of your company for a short 
walk to the sunken garden first of all." 

"Very well," Charlotte said, then turning around she called to a boy 
carrying two buckets of feed. "Jon. Jon, will you mind coming over here 
please?" 

Immediately the handsome young man, looking to be around fifteen years old, 
put his buckets down and walked over to Charlotte. 

He was smiling a lovely smile, and his walk was very cocky. His faded jeans 
fit him like a second skin, and his ass had an interesting bulge at his 
crotch approached Charlotte. 

"What can I do for you, Missus?" 

"Jon, I want you to meet Kevin. Kevin's going to be working for me as the 
new stable hand. I have some duties to assign to him later, but for now I 
would appreciate it if you would show him the immediate area and where he 
will be living and things he should know." 

Jon smiled at Kevin knowingly, and then they shook hands. Charlotte watched 
them as they walked off together toward the largest barn. Then she turned to 
her husband. 

Ambrose took her arm and they walked off together toward the garden area. 
The garden was an immense place of fountains and statues and huge hedges. 
The sunken garden that Ambrose was referring to was a magnificent place 
encased in marble and full of roses. It had been determined that there were 
fifty-seven different varieties of roses growing in that place. 

Charlotte sat down on the marble steps, and Ambrose sat down next to her. 
Immediately Ambrose offered her a cigarette, knowing his wife did not smoke, 
but acting out of politeness. 

"All right, Ambrose, come to the point, I'm a very busy woman." 

"Always too busy aren't you, even too busy for me. 

"I don't want to argue with you, Ambrose, if you would help me out some of 
the time instead of gallivanting around, maybe I would have had time for 
you." 

"Charlotte, please listen to me, I need money." 

"You need more than a thousand dollars every two weeks? Really, Ambrose, 
that's a sizeable allowance, considering you do absolutely nothing for it." 

"I need fifty thousand dollars by tomorrow morning. I'm going to go into 
partnership...." 

"That's a lie, I'm sure it's, a gambling debt of some kind." 

"Charlotte, I swear to you, it's legitimate." 

"Then why do you need it by tomorrow morning?" Charlotte asked her forehead 
creased with anger. 

Ambrose then proceeded to go into a long discussion about some mythological 
business venture. Charlotte succeeded in catching him in contradictions 
enough to make her sure that there wasn't one thread of truth in the whole 
story. 

The conversation ended with Ambrose getting up angrily and stomping away. 

Charlotte continued to sit on the marble steps as she watched Ambrose's back 
disappearing across the garden. She knew he would go get into his fancy 
little car" and speed off somewhere. She had no idea where, but she found 
herself wishing that, somewhere on the way to his mysterious destination, he 
would get stopped by a tree. 

It wasn't a vindictive thought, it was just the result of her growing 
irritation with her husband and the long-entrenched disenchantment. Ambrose 
was now thirty-seven. He wasn't bad-looking, although his hair was thinning 
and his body wasn't very good any more. The result of his careless lifestyle 
she supposed. 

How different it had been in the beginning. 

Charlotte reminded herself of that beginning. The first day that she had 
seen Ambrose Walder. She had been Charlotte Mann, then. She had just turned 
thirty years old and had returned to her father's estates after ten years of 
schooling in Europe. 

She was lovely then, her blonde hair long and wavy, her body slim and 
youthful. She looked seventeen in spite of her age. But she had known too 
few men. There had been an Italian and a Frenchman, but they had only been 
passing fancies, experiments. 

But now, back at her father's estates, she felt disturbed, frustrated. She 
felt the pinch of age coming onto her. She knew that something was missing 
from her life, but she couldn't figure what exactly it was. She had 
everything, had done practically everything, had been practically 
everywhere. 

She wandered about aimlessly on the property or in the rooms of the mansion. 
She would go out riding very early in the morning; each day hoping to find 
something, something that she needed, something that she would recognize. 

Her father was a stern man. He had successfully cloistered his daughter from 
the world most of her life. Successfully that was, until the day that 
Charlotte walked out to the stables where her favorite riding horse was. 

It was a beautiful, clear autumn morning and Charlotte felt exhilarated, 
uplifted, happy over some unknown possibility. She hadn't felt so alive 
since Europe. 

She walked into the stable and to her surprise saw a young man stroking the 
nose of her horse. She stood in the doorway, open-mouthed and looked at him. 

He was terribly handsome and terribly young. His body was strong and lithe 
and his hands were graceful. On his head grew a mass of dark curls, somewhat 
tousled. 

Charlotte cleared her throat and he turned around. She then saw a pair of 
deep blue eyes and the most beautiful face she had ever imagined in any of 
her dreams. 

The boy smiled at her. "Is this your horse, Ma'am?" 

Charlotte smiled back at him shyly. "Yes, but who are you?" 

"I'm Ambrose Walder," he said. 

"I've never seen you here before. I'm Charlotte Mann." 

"Oh, I just started work today. Your father hired me as a stable hand. I'm 
real good with horses." 

Charlotte couldn't stop her eyes from traveling up and down over the young 
man's body. Just in looking at him, an ache in her groin appeared. She 
realized instantly that she wanted him, that she had to have him. 

Ambrose helped her saddle and then helped her mount her horse. When his 
hands touched her body, it was as if a current of electricity had passed 
through her. It made her tremble. 

Quickly then, she spurred her horse and went galloping away from the stables 
and onto the open land of the estate. She rode fast and hard trying to 
dissipate the wonderful horrible feeling that was occurring in her loins and 
between her legs. 

Her stomach felt tied up in knots. She gritted her teeth. After a while, she 
slowed her horse down to a walk and as she rode along, she unzipped the 
front of her pants and stuck her hand inside. 

She had to do it. Her cunt actually ached from the strange feelings that had 
caught up to her. She touched her own clitoris and it felt like a thing 
alive; it kept twitching at her finger. 

She moved her finger farther down and felt how wet her pants were, and, 
sticking an exploratory finger inside of her cunt, she was amazed at how 
warm it was up there. 

She couldn't stand it any longer. She knew that she had to masturbate 
herself or she would die from the needs of her body. She clutched at herself 
as if some creature were eating at her, as if she could rip the need and the 
ache away from her cunt. 

With her hand covering her cunt and two fingers stuck up inside of her she 
spurred her horse on and they galloped across the field. Desperately she 
rode, wriggling around on her horse and on her hand, hanging onto the reins 
with the other hand. 

There were no thoughts in her head, only the ache in her groin, only the 
need for release. She worked away at her cunt. Her body crashing down onto 
her two fingers. Her clitoris rubbing against her wrist. 

Finally she began to yell as she rode her horse, spurring him on more than 
before, riding fast on her fingers and on the horse, riding herself to a 
delicious kind of relief, a spasm of need shaking her posting body. 

As the orgasm came on, she lifted herself high into the air. Anyone else 
would have fallen off of the horse, but Charlotte was an expert rider, and 
even though her mind was far from what she was doing, her body automatically 
kept her on top of the horse. 

The orgasm was brief and intense, but when it was over, Charlotte felt the 
ache return to her body in a matter of seconds. She had been satisfied for 
only a moment. 

She needed more. She needed a cock, specifically the one belonging to the 
young man she had met in the stable that morning. She tried to imagine the 
weight of his body covering her body, his cock plunging in and out of her. 

She slowed her horse down to a walk again, clutching at her cunt still, 
grabbing at the pubic hairs and her clitoris and her cuntlips like a crazed 
animal in heat-she wanted a prick. 

She stopped her horse and got off. She pulled her pants down and picked up a 
stick. She spread her legs and leaned against a tree, and with one motion 
she inserted the stick up her cunt. 

The hardness of it was somewhat of a comfort to her inflamed cunt and 
Charlotte began to work it in and out of herself. 

As the stick began to glisten with her female juices, she pinched and rubbed 
her clitoris. It still wasn't enough, desire quickly inflamed her body, made 
her groin alive with needles of passionate need. She needed more, she needed 
the weight of another body pressed tightly to her. 

She turned herself around to face the tree, she pressed her body against the 
tree trying to imagine that the tree was a man, that the limb that she held 
in her hand was the man's cock, that he was driving his hot prick into her 
up to the hilt. 

Charlotte's face contorted with her need, with the fire of an arching 
orgasm. Her body desperately humped the tree and she fell into another 
short, intense orgasm. It seemed to be very concentrated in her body. 

Like the burn of one match, it flickered intensely for a second and then 
went on. 

Charlotte relaxed somewhat and looked down at her cunt. There was a little 
blood on her hand, and she realized that she had cut herself on the stick. 

What did that matter if she had gained some measure of satisfaction from the 
hard stick? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next morning Charlotte rose earlier than ever and got dressed. She 
didn't even stop for a cup of coffee but went directly to the stable where 
she had met the young man. 

As she walked across the lawns, it was very quiet and just barely light. No 
one would be up but the people who cared for the horses, and she had found 
out that this young boy would be in charge of only that stable. 

He would be alone there most of the morning. The trainer, the man who was in 
charge of all the operations, would still be asleep for hours. Charlotte was 
determined. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She had to do it; she 
had to have that young man and really soon before she lost her mind. 

As soon as she entered the stable she saw him. He was rubbing down her 
favorite mount. She walked right over to Ambrose, and he turned to greet 
her. 

"Up awfully early today, aren't you ma'am?" 

"Please call me Charlotte, Ambrose. Tell me, when does the trainer come 
around here?" 

"Oh, around eleven, I think." 

"Don't you get lonely working here all by yourself?" 

"Not really, I'm pretty busy. Anyway, if you come in every morning to see 
me, it won't be too bad." He smiled his gorgeous smile, and Charlotte 
returned it. 

Charlotte was digging in her mind for some way to broach the subject, she 
decided that she had no other choice but to be direct. She walked over to 
the stable door and shut it. Then she walked over to Ambrose who was 
standing still watching her actions. 

He could not help but notice her determined expression and her determined 
actions. 

"Tell me Ambrose, do you find me attractive?" 

"Of course, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen...." 

"Because I find you attractive, very attractive." 

"But Miss Charlotte...." 

Ambrose never got to finish his sentence because Charlotte threw her arms 
around his neck and covered his mouth with her mouth and pressed her body 
tightly against his. 

Immediately her body felt the hard bulge of the boy's cock. He already had 
an erection, or at least something of an erection. Charlotte was dying to 
see his cock, but she decided that she should seem more sedate at first. 

So she just continued to press her hot body against his hard body and kiss 
him wetly, passionately, she began to stick her tongue into his mouth, and 
he responded by sucking on her tongue. 

His arms were around her now and they were moving up and down on her back 
and even slipping down to her ass, where he touched the pliant flesh there. 

He was already breathing heavily, and Charlotte could practically feel his 
erection growing between them. It wasn't long before the boy's hand had 
pushed them apart somewhat and he was feeling for her buttons. 

He slipped his hand inside of her shirt and went for her tits. Roughly he 
caressed them, felt for the nipples. He played with her large breasts, 
massaging the flesh and tweaking the nipples. 

Charlotte began to maneuver the boy over toward a pile of hay in the corner. 
He was allowing it. In fact, he was almost out of control already. 

Once she had him lying down, he immediately tried to get her shirt 
completely off. She helped him so that soon both of her large tits were free 
to his eyes and to his hands. He touched them as if he had never seen a pair 
of tits in his life. 

Hungrily his head went down into her breasts, and he sucked ravenously at 
one of her titties. 

Charlotte thrilled to the feeling of his sucking. She loved every minute of 
it. She loved the way his tongue made rings around her tits and the noise of 
the rapid sucking. 

One hand cupped the breast up high and his mouth gobbled at her, as if he 
were trying to swallow the tit whole. He sucked in more and more of her, 
trying to fill his face with her flesh. 

His other hand began to work on her pants, fumbling with the zipper, 
stretching down inside of her warm flesh, reaching for her moist cunt. 
Charlotte began to search for his zipper, to feel for his cock. 

She worked at his buttons, and finally her hand rested around the width of 
his cock. It was very hard, and it seemed quite wide and quite long. She 
fished it out and pushed him away a little bit to get a view. 

It was a beautiful cock, a prize of a cock. It was long and finely tapered. 
She began to rub it, touching the head of it carefully and watching it 
twitch in her fingers. 

Meanwhile Ambrose had four fingers working inside of her, turning her female 
juices into a creamy lather and making her body twist around with the 
building need. 

His hand worked and worked on her aching cuntal area. The fingers grabbed at 
the cunt walls and the thumb played with the clitoris. It wasn't horribly 
skilled the way he was doing it, but it certainly was effective. Those two 
other lovers that Charlotte had had, the Frenchman and the Italian, they had 
been so skilled, so formal, so sure of what they were doing that Charlotte 
hadn't really enjoyed herself all that much. 

She instead had felt clumsy, inadequate, unresponsive. But this was good, 
this was raw sex. There was no manuals here, no experience behind this boy. 
He was acting out of instinct and lust, and that was what she liked. 

She stroked his cock passionately, putting pressure in some spots and just 
brushing over others. She handled his balls, squeezing the sac of soft, 
pliant skin in her hand as if it held ripe plums. 

And their two bodies rolled together in the hay. Anyone looking in from the 
outside would have seen it as a struggle, the way they tore at each other's 
clothes and clasped each other's bodies and sometimes would try to break 
away from each other to get a better look or a better hold. 

Charlotte tore her mouth away from his. "Darling, darling," she whispered 
frantically, "I must taste you-I must have your cock." 

And with those words she sat up and unzipped his pants the rest of the way 
and pulled them down. Her gaze was greeted by an excellent erection, drops 
of pre-cum oozing from the head. 

How beautiful was his cock to her, her head dipped down and her hands took 
hold of his thighs. Her tongue ached for a taste of his man meat. It flicked 
out of her mouth and licked around the head of his cock, it dipped into his 
cockhead's slit and made slow delicious circles all around the tender, 
sensitive head. 

Ambrose moaned with pleasure. His legs tightened underneath her grasp and 
his cock throbbed underneath her tongue, the delicate manipulations of her 
tongue were sending him into a frenzy, and he was trying hard to control 
himself. 

Charlotte pressed her lips over the head of the cock and began to suck on 
the sensitive area. As she did this, she also reached for his nuts and 
squeezed them gently and lovingly. 

She loved what she was doing, and Ambrose loved what this woman was doing to 
him. He had never met anyone like her and no one had ever done anything to 
him like that. He hadn't believed that such feeling was possible. 

One of Charlotte's hands snaked up underneath his shirt and touched his 
nipples, she tweaked the nipple and it occurred to her that she would like 
to suck them, too. She thought of all the places on his body that she wanted 
to suck and lick and she ended up sucking harder on his cock. Ambrose was 
trying hard to control himself as Charlotte's mouth slipped farther and 
farther down the length of his bursting prick. Finally, he grabbed a hold of 
her shoulders and tried to pull her away from his glistening and pulsating 
prick. 

Charlotte sat up and smiled at him. Her eyes were clouded with desire for 
his young body and by the ache in her cunt in her own loins. 

With a sigh she leaned back in the straw and allowed Ambrose to undress her 
the rest of the way so that soon she was lying totally naked in the straw. 
How lovely her body was then, how much he had wanted her. 

To Ambrose there was no other woman in the world, she was a princess, a 
goddess. Her large, white breasts with the tiny little pink nipples flowed 
before his gaze down to the smooth, flat stomach down farther to the light 
brown downy pubic hairs and the pink lips of her cunt. 

His head fell down to her tits again and he sucked them harder and harder. 
His hand, meanwhile, found her clitoris and he explored her little love 
button, causing shivers of lust to run up and down the woman's spine. 

The hand in Charlotte's cunt traveled over and over, fingers inserted inside 
of her, diving deeper and deeper, looking for the entrance to her womb. 

But then he was moving over her, fastening his lips to her lips again and 
trying to position his cock at the entrance to her cunt. 

After a few clumsy attempts at entry, Charlotte in desperation guided the 
head of his prick to the door of her womanhood. 

With one push, his cock gained about an inch of entry into the smooth, 
creamy folds of her cunt. The boy sighed with relief and the building of 
ecstasy. Charlotte's breasts heaved underneath the weight of his strong, 
young body. 

Now that his cock was well on the way toward her womb, Charlotte wrapped her 
arms around his back and pulled him forward toward her body, she arched 
upward causing his cock to sink farther inside of her cunt. 

This was too much for Ambrose and he shoved his cock ail the way to the 
hilt, all the way to the balls. Charlotte moaned with her pleasure and with 
the incredible relief of his filling prick. 

Her cunt twitched, wanting friction and movement and more cock. But now 
Ambrose began to hump her in earnest, and one of her hands slipped down to 
his ass and she sought the tight little bunghole. 

The finger was inserted, much to the boy's surprise and pleasure. And he 
humped her harder, shoving his cock in each time with as much force as he 
could muster. 

There was hardly a word spoken between them; there was only the ascent and 
descent of his cock in her cunt. Charlotte arching her body up to meet the 
onslaught of the young man's passion. 

They handled each other roughly, as if they could consume each other's body 
in their lust and their need. Striving for release, for satisfaction of the 
virulent need of their bodies. 

And yet neither of them had ever felt anything so wonderful in their lives. 
For Charlotte, the raw lust was better than the expert touches of her former 
lovers. For Ambrose, the aura and straightforward approach of this woman was 
the best thing he had ever imagined. 

The sweat of their bodies dripped and mingled, and their stomachs slapped 
together loudly. Their mouths were still glued together, and spit dripped 
into each other's mouth and down their faces. Their hair was tangled and 
matted with sweat and straw. 

Like mad animals they fucked, rutting in the hay, the fury of their passions 
unleashed on each other. But soon Ambrose could hold back no longer and the 
violent throbbing and the jagged edge of his humping was a sure sign to 
Charlotte that the end was near. 

Her cunt cavity was suddenly filled with the explosion of his prick. His hot 
sperm flooded her insides as Ambrose humped her with determination, grunting 
the last of his youthful ejaculation. 

Suddenly Charlotte's fingernails dug into the flesh of his back and she tore 
her mouth away from his. Her orgasm came upon her like the roar of a deisel 
engine. It carried her away from her body. She screwed her eyes tight and 
hung onto Ambrose for all that she was worth, humping him violently, trying 
to take in all of his cock, all of his body into hers. 

She peaked in spasms of sparks and flesh. Her moans were so loud that anyone 
walking by would have thought a horse was dying inside. She clutched at the 
boy humping her body. He filled her so nicely, so hard-even after he had cum 
he was still hard, still roaring inside of her. 

At this point it wouldn't have mattered, because she was gone. She was 
flying on the storm cloud of her orgasm and nothing else could have 
disturbed her at that place. 

Her whole frame shook as one after another, the spasms continued to mount in 
intensity. It felt as if she was losing her life, but it didn't matter. If 
only this feeling would continue to soar, and to soar until all of her life 
was gone, gone into a puddle of ecstasy. 

She found his mouth again and they sucked at each other's tongue. 

Finally they lay together, exhausted for the moment. They began to run their 
fingers up and down over their own bodies, trying to reclaim the haunted 
flesh. 

Satisfied, amazed at the animal in each other, they sought each other's 
face, and their mouths met again in a calm and searching kiss. Then 
Charlotte's hand wandered down to the root of Ambrose, to his prick. It was 
a prick that she loved. Even in a limp state, it seemed beautiful to her. It 
seemed to her that she could never grow tired of making love with him. 

She liked the way he fucked. She liked the intensity of his passion, of the 
plunging of his cock, seeking entrance to her womb, to her secret self. 

After a while they rose and dressed, and after they had embraced again in a 
long kiss, they agreed to meet later in the day. And they did, that day and 
the next, with each meeting becoming better and each of them becoming more 
and more addicted to their kind of sex. 

Charlotte could suck that cock for hours, and she often did. She loved the 
taste of his cum and she loved the way he shook and trembled when she made 
him cum. 

It wasn't long before Ambrose was totally devoted to her, and Charlotte 
couldn't understand how she had lived without him. There were many days when 
they rode out to some secluded place and indulged in sex all day. They would 
fuck in the trees, on horseback, in the water, and at night Charlotte would 
sneak Ambrose into her room and they would lie together all night, cumming 
again and again, reaching climaxes that neither believed was possible. 

All through the winter they met in secret, but in the spring they eloped and 
got married. 

This was a horrible shock to Charlotte's father, who ranted and raved and 
threatened to annul the marriage. But in the end Charlotte Mann had always 
gotten what she wanted, and she had wanted Ambrose. 

The shock to her father had been tremendous, and his hatred for Ambrose grew 
so intense that it became a sickness which eventually caused his death. He 
died less than a year after they had met. 

The marriage was blissful for about three years. After her father's death, 
the responsibility of the fortune and the land held all over the world fell 
into Charlotte's hands. She was her father's daughter and she immediately 
set to work. 

Under her hand, everything continued in the same way, in fact better than it 
had during the reign of her father. Any changes she had made were for the 
better. 

But Ambrose, who had been a mere child when he had met Charlotte Mann, 
became easily spoiled. She controlled his life pretty much, at least the 
financial part of it. After a while, he did not see her as much as before 
and had only the comfort of her money. 

He had been a poor boy and wasn't used to so much financial freedom, so much 
free time. He began to drink, to gamble, to pamper himself in every way. He 
grew to hate Charlotte for her control over him, though Charlotte had in no 
way meant to emasculate him. She had truly loved him and had expected him to 
join her in running the estate, in managing the horses and the help. 

But Ambrose was of a weak temper, and he could only be jealous of Charlotte. 
Charlotte at first hadn't realized what was going on. Not until she had come 
back from a business trip and found him in bed with two of the maids. 

Charlotte sat on the marble steps and sighed. She could have divorced him. 
But there was that memory. That memory of the fucking and sucking and the 
intense passion that had passed between them. 

To Charlotte it would have been a concession to her father, it would have 
been admitting that he was right and that she had been wrong. Her father had 
never admitted being wrong. 

And Charlotte was her father's daughter. 

The pain of the disappointment had been terrible to Charlotte, but she had 
weathered it, had internalized it so well that she didn't miss a beat in her 
work and her life. She went on for months doing her jobs, carrying the load 
of her wealth and avoiding the subject of Ambrose. But an emptiness filled 
her being, an emptiness that haunted her in the early morning hours, a need 
that spoke to her when her mind wasn't occupied with facts and figures. 

Charlotte Walder once again took to early morning rides across the meadows 
and down the countless horse trails that laced through the estates. 

There was only one thing that pleased Charlotte at that time. That was the 
sight of all the attractive young boys who worked around the place. Her 
place was about the only work boys that young could find in the area, and 
there were always hordes of them coming to ask for employment. 

In those days she had nothing to do with their hiring. It was all done by 
the trainer she kept, a stern man who believed in hard work and discipline. 

One morning she walked into the stable and found him beating a boy of about 
fifteen. When she asked what the boy had done to deserve such a punishment, 
the man told her that he had neglected to rub down a certain horse and that 
it wasn't the first time. 

The little boy was cowering in the corner of the barn, but he wasn't crying. 
Charlotte was so angry at his treatment that she hit the man with her riding 
crop, asking him how he liked to be treated like a mangy cur. 

After the man had left angrily, exclaiming that he would leave the next day, 
Charlotte took the boy to the main house to one of the guest rooms. She told 
him to lie down for a while and rest, which he did. 

It was at this point that Charlotte noted a strange reaction in herself. She 
felt drawn to the boy as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He looked 
so lovely to her, his young form and his clear, hairless face. Charlotte sat 
on the edge of the bed and watched him for quite a while. 

She noted that the feeling she had was not maternal in the least. 

She stroked his hair and his face and then her hands touched his chest. She 
caressed him and her touch was soothing to the boy, who eventually opened 
his eyes and smiled at her. 

Charlotte couldn't remember exactly how it had happened that they had ended 
up naked on the bed together. The boy was innocent, and she had had no idea 
of seducing him really. But it was a very fine thing which happened that 
day, and it made Charlotte happy with herself. 

She thrilled at the sight and the feel of the hard, young cock, the young 
body trembling with lust for her. She remembered very well how his searching 
hands had found her cunt, how he had explored her body as if she was the 
strangest, most wonderful creature in the world. 

Charlotte's taste for life was discovered in that guest room, lying on the 
chest of that young boy whose name she couldn't even recall. She only 
remembered how firm and vibrant his young prick had felt inside her. 

There had been others after that, so many others that she could not count 
them reasonably. She immediately began to do all the hiring herself. The 
trainer who had beat the boy was gone, and she found that she had to hire 
another such person. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Charlotte?" The voice was that of Betsy Cantwell. The trainer she had 
hired. 

Charlotte turned to face her horse trainer and her friend. She smiled at the 
young woman who stood about five foot three inches with her long brown hair 
pulled back in a tight bun. Her form was somewhat muscular for a girl since 
she was a very strong individual. 

But her face was pretty, a small, slightly turned up nose and large brown 
eyes. 

Charlotte then saw that Betsy had two young men with her that she had never 
seen before. One of them was a little black boy, his skin a rich, creamy 
brown and his hair cropped very close to his scalp. His huge, brown, bovine 
eyes searched her face anxiously. 

His companion was the same height as him but that was the only similarity in 
physical appearance. He was as blond as his friend was black. His pale blue 
eyes looked deeply into Charlotte's, and his pale, blond hair, almost 
platinum, looked tousled around his ears. 

Altogether they made a lovely pair, a real study in contrasts. Already 
Charlotte felt lustful toward them. They were so handsome, so unique to her. 
She immediately came from her deliberations and gave her full attention to 
Betsy and her wards. 

"What is it, Betsy?" She asked looking very serious. 

"See these two youngsters here? I caught them trespassing in one of the 
stables. They might have been up to steal something." 

"Did you catch them with anything." 

"No, Charlotte, but I thought that you might want to talk to them about what 
can happen to people who go where they're not supposed to go." Betsy gave 
Charlotte a wink. 

"Thank you, Betsy, that will be all for now. I will inform you of what I'm 
going to do." 

Charlotte took the two boys to the office which adjoined the closest barn. 
She sat down behind the desk, and they remained standing, holding their 
hands together and looking back at her with a mixture of fear and rebellion. 

"Well, first of all, you can begin by telling me your names." she said. 

Their names were Timmy, the black boy, and Benjy was the blond. They were 
both fourteen years old, and it seemed that they lived in town. 

"All right, boys, now are you aware of what I can do to you?" I could call 
the police and let them take care of this." 

Timmy spoke up, "Please, Ma'am, don't do that, we've already gotten in 
trouble with the cops for some other things." 

After Charlotte had found out all about the two boys and ascertained that 
the only trouble they had ever been in was the usual things that fourteen 
year olds got into trouble fort and after she had found out that they were 
both from very poor families, she offered them jobs on her estate. 

They were to work as assistants to the gardener, and so she brought them 
into an adjoining room where they might change their clothes. She found some 
coveralls for them and then told them to put them on. 

The boys were a little shocked when she didn't leave the room as they were 
changing. 

"Aren't you going to leave while we undress, Ma'am?" Benjy asked. 

Charlotte shook her head. "No, I have to make certain your bodies are strong 
enough to do the work that I have in store for you." 

Rather embarrassed, the two young men began to undress. When they had gotten 
down to their underwear and were about to put on the coveralls, Charlotte 
told them to take off their underwear also. 

With quite a bit of argument, she finally succeeded in convincing them that 
it was absolutely necessary that they strip down to the raw. 

And then they were nude. Charlotte had to sit down on a bench, the effect of 
their nakedness was so heavy to her. They were incredibly beautiful. Their 
cocks, one black and one white, hung limp against their thighs, their pubic 
areas were still sparsely -haired. 

Although they seemed a little thin in some respects, the overall effect was 
very nice indeed. They seemed anxious to put their clothes back on, but 
Charlotte had no intention of allowing this opportunity to get by. 

She approached the two boys so that she was standing between them. With her 
riding crop she prodded Timmy's limp cock. 

"That's a pretty limp, little cock you've got there, sonny, I'll bet you've 
never had an erection in your life." 

In spite of Timmy's tender age, he was anxious to prove that he was a man. 

"Yeah? Well, you ought to see me some time. I get a bigger hard-on than 
Benjy, that's for sure." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Benjy exclaimed, "My cock is just as 
hard and big as yours is." 

"Well," said Charlotte pleased with this turn of events. "I think I need to 
settle this argument between you two gentlemen. Let's just see whose 
erection is the most impressive." 

And with those words, both of her hands reached out and she grabbed each one 
of the nearby pricks. 

The two boys looked at her with some surprise, but she didn't give them the 
opportunity to pull away from her. She had them by their handles and she had 
them good and tight in her hands, and there was no way that they could run 
away from her. 

Besides, the job that she had just given them paid more money than they had 
ever had in their lives. 

Besides, she wasn't a bad-looking woman at all, and her hands were already 
stroking them pretty good. Benjy thought to himself that this woman stroked 
him better than he did himself at night when all his brothers and sisters 
had fallen asleep in the room with him. 

"Now, boys, in order to make this test valid, I want you both to lie down on 
the rug." 

Without losing hold of their cocks, she maneuvered them down to a reclining 
position on the carpeted floor. Charlotte continued to caress and jerk off 
the boys, using all of her expert touches and secret knowledge. 

It wasn't long before they began to get nice and hard. How she loved making 
a prick hard. How she loved the way it rapidly gathered strength, how she 
loved the transformation from limp organ to hard cock of desire. 

As she stroked their cocks rhythmically, Timmy, the little black boy, 
reached up with one hand and touched her tits underneath her shirt. Benjy 
soon followed suit, and then they were working on getting the buttons 
unbuttoned. 

Charlotte thrilled to the feel of their curious hands on her tits. They were 
both touching her now exposed breasts, and the nipples that crowned her 
mounds of pliant flesh. 

Her tits hung down voluptuously toward the boys whose eyes just couldn't get 
enough of her womanly flesh. Meanwhile she continued to work on their cocks, 
noting that although Timmy's cock was definitely longer, Benjy's cock was 
wider. 

What did it matter? They were both beautiful specimens and Charlotte decided 
that she wouldn't mind at all taking one or both of them up her cunt. 

She knew that they were both really excited and could see drops of pre-cum 
oozing from the tips of their hard, organs. The two cocks twitched in her 
hands and were becoming sticky from her ministrations. 

Suddenly Charlotte stopped jerking them off. "All right, boys, looks like 
their about as hard as they're going to get, now what do you want to do with 
those hard-ons?" 

The two boys looked at each other and then back at her. "Shit, Ma'am," said 
Timmy, who seemed to be the bolder of the two. "Why don't you bring us off 
at least?" 

Charlotte laughed her clear, high laugh at the boys and grabbed Timmy by the 
balls. 

"So, you want me to make you cum, do you?" She laughed again, "Why don't you 
make me cum?" 

"Sure, Ma'am, I'd like to do that," said the little black kid. 

"All right, I've made a decision about that." Charlotte said, looking 
serious again. "I've decided that I want you to fuck me, Timmy. Do you think 
you would like that?" 

Charlotte was still handling his nice, hard cock. She was practically 
drooling, it looked so tasty to her. 

"What about Benjy?" Timmy said pointing to his friend's equally hard 
erection. 

"Oh, don't worry," said Charlotte, "I'll take care of your friend." 

Charlotte then removed her clothes and lay down in between the two friends. 
She spread her legs and stretched her lovely body across the floor. The two 
boys were quite excited by the sight of her perfect skin and the lack of 
hair. They had never imagined anything like this. 

Timmy, overcome with desire at the availability of this attractive woman 
jumped on her body right away and clumsily tried to stick his cock up her. 

Charlotte laughed and pushed him away. "Not that way, silly. My goodness, 
you do have a lot to learn. We have plenty of time." She grabbed hold of his 
short, curly hair. "Wouldn't you like to taste my cunt a little before you 
slam that cock of yours up inside me?" 

"Taste you, Ma'am?" 

"Yes, I want you to lick my cunt, Timmy, I know that you'll like the way my 
cunt tastes. And, Benjy, I notice the way you've been looking at my tits, so 
why don't you apply your mouth to those for a while." 

The two boys smiled at each other again and Timmy got his head between 
Charlotte's legs. Charlotte felt his curly head burrowing into her cunt and 
a shiver of lust fled through her loins and up her spine. It wasn't long at 
all before she felt the first contact of his tongue and lips against her 
cuntlips and flicking across her clit. 

Meanwhile Benjy had fastened his face to her left tit and was squeezing the 
right one with the other hand. He sucked hungrily at that tit, the aura of 
sex was very bright and smells of desire rose and filled the air. 

Charlotte herself, felt herself floating into that nether world of flowing 
juices and hard organs. Just the sight of those two young men, the touch of 
their hands and their mouths was sending Charlotte into paroxysms of desire. 

Timmy's tongue was making flapping noises against the mobile flesh of her 
cunt. Charlotte tensed her thighs as the boy's tongue found its way into her 
cuntal cavity and began to taste the tender inner flesh. 

The boy sucked on one of her cuntlips making Charlotte moan with the 
accumulating needs of her body. Her flesh crawled and goose bumps appeared 
on her hairless skin. 

She lay back, feeling like an earth mother, with these two beautiful 
youngsters attending to her needs. Every once in a while, she would reach 
out and touch their flesh somewhere as if to ascertain that it was really 
happening. 

The contrast in their skin and their hair pleased her very much. 

"All right, my little black love," she said tenderly, patting the curly 
black head. "Mount me now." 

And she guided the boy onto her breast, her hand snaked down to his crotch 
and she handled his prick, guiding that into her cunt hole. Her cunt was 
fully lubricated, the juices that she secreted made it easy for the hard 
black head of the boy's cock to ease up into her. 

Charlotte sighed heavily and arched her body, and the cock slid farther up 
into her. The boy's face was pressed against her neck and his arms were 
around her back. 

Benjy sat very close to the woman and the black boy, watching intently and 
caressing and touching when he felt like it. Charlotte looked up at him and 
with a free hand she touched his very erect, very reddened prick. 

"I have an idea, my darlings," she said. And she arranged Timmy so that her 
face was free. "All right, my Benjy, sit on my face, love." And they got 
into the position so that Timmy was fucking her cunt and Benjy was sitting 
on her chest with his cock presented to her eager mouth. 

Charlotte couldn't believe the thrill she was getting from the power. The 
black cock was already working in and out of her, and the sound of the two 
boys breathing heavily was a turn-on in itself. 

She now lifted her chin so that she could take the white cock into her 
mouth. She licked around the head of it, taking onto her tongue a couple of 
droplets of his pre-cum. The boy was looking down at her face, his 
expression intent. 

His hands held onto part of his cock, using his own hands to guide it into 
the woman's waiting mouth. She licked around in circles, making the cock 
twitch and throb. 

She noted the purple veins that decorated the membrane. Again, Charlotte 
thought how much she loved to take cocks into her mouth; there was nothing 
like it in the world, and she loved the taste of boy flesh and boy sperm. 

She loved the smell of boy meat, and she just couldn't get enough of it. 

Meanwhile Timmy was fucking her harder and harder. His cock thrilled to the 
feeling of warm, woman flesh surrounding the hardness of his desire. His 
need to create the friction of cock and cunt was so great that he could 
hardly contain himself. 

But he recalled that Charlotte had cautioned him about going slow. She had 
told him that there was plenty of time, and he tried his best not to cum 
right away. 

But it felt so good, so good. He couldn't believe the feeling of his first 
fuck into this most willing twat. The lack of hair was a real turn-on. It 
was so easy to see exactly how the cock went in and out, to see the dripping 
fluids of the two organs. 

In the position he was in, he could see everything perfectly. It was 
practically an anatomy lesson. In fact, it was the kind of thing that he had 
hardly dared to dream about. 

He could also see his friend Benjy and his white ass bobbing up and down on 
the woman's chest. He sort of envied his friend for a moment, thinking how 
neat it must be to have one's cock sucked. 

But soon he was too excited to think about anything but the movement of his 
throbbing cock in her juicy pussy. He let out a yell and took off like a 
runaway fucking machine. 

He bore down with his body and pushed his cock up her cunt to the hilt, to 
the base of his balls. Charlotte loved the feeling of soft balls bouncing 
off her ass. 

She began to squirm and wriggle underneath the two boy bodies. They were 
both getting out of hand now, their needs and their desires reaching the 
peak of pleasure. 

While Timmy was pummeling her cunt, the other boy now had shoved his whole 
cock down her throat, and unheedful of how it might feel due to his extreme 
passion, plunged in and out. 

Charlotte soon got this under control by pinching one of his balls. 

He took his cock out of her mouth in surprise. 

"What's you do that for?" he said. 

"Be careful, my little friend," Charlotte said, "I'm not a plastic doll, you 
know. Now do it right." 

Then she guided the sweet cock into her hungry mouth again and this time the 
boy was more wary of what he was doing. 

Suddenly, not able to withstand the terrible pleasure that he was getting 
from fucking her hairless cunt, Timmy began to wail with ecstasy as he shot 
a hot load of gooey sperm into the woman's sucking pussy. 

He plunged like a mad dog into her cunt, and in response Charlotte tightened 
and flexed her cunt muscles and arched her back as best she could. 

Timmy, looking for support, grabbed onto the shoulders of his friend who was 
busy riding the woman's mouth, watching his wet cock go in and out of her 
slurping mouth. 

For her part, Charlotte was giving the boy the first sucking of his life. 
She sucked hard first, sucked as if she was milking him of all the sperm his 
body could produce, and then she blew hard on the cock as if he were a 
birthday balloon. 

Thus the boy was soon at the point where he could no longer withstand the 
pleasure of her sucking and blowing and licking. 

Before Charlotte knew it, both of her cavities were being filled with hot 
cum. Her cunt felt the oozing, hot pressure of the black boy's sperm and her 
mouth was taking in seemingly a lifetime supply of the gooey substance. 

Once again Charlotte collected the full load of sperm into her mouth and 
swished it on the still mouth-fucking cock. And when she was sure that it 
had ejaculated all of it, she swallowed in one big gulp. 

Timmy was still pumping her body with his now satisfied cock. He had cum 
very well, but it felt to him as if he continued that it wouldn't be very 
long before his cock had achieved another full erection and he would be able 
to blast the woman with another load of his sperm. 

Charlotte licked tenderly at the limping prick in her mouth. She knew these 
boys well enough to know that it was only a matter of minutes and some of 
her expert technique before they would be ready for another bout with her 
body. 

She hadn't had an orgasm yet, because she could not decide how she wanted to 
go. She could have easily had gotten it off while Timmy was fucking her 
cunt. 

But suddenly she moved definitively, showing the two young men that she 
wanted to get up. She decided that she wanted to see that young black face 
down at her cunt, licking up his sperm and her cunt fluids. 

She stood up then, shrugging them off and out of her body. Again the boys 
looked surprised. With her foot she pushed Timmy gently down to the position 
that she had been in. 

Need and lust were driving her onward, as Charlotte mounted Timmy's face. 
She pressed her cunt over the boy's mouth, and although he was rather 
shocked at this turn of events, he was determined to please. He had heard of 
this kind of thing and he didn't want to betray his innocence by balking or 
trying to get away. 

No, he wanted to do a good job on this woman who had allowed him his first 
fuck ever. 

Charlotte opened her cuntlips with her own fingers, and the boy's tongue met 
with her flesh, that flesh which was terribly stimulated by the friction of 
the fucking that it had just received, by the general aura of sexuality 
rampant in the air. 

Charlotte's fingers went into the boy's mouth, and with them she guided his 
tongue to her clitoris and made it swirl all around that spot. She was 
brazen, crazy with lust, sweat poured down off her face and from between her 
tits. 

She moaned and groaned as if she had gone into a sublime trance and she 
wriggled her juicy cunt all around on the black lips of her new young 
friend. 

Timmy decided he liked the taste of her cunt, and he now began to eat her 
out like he had been born for the task. He sucked hard on her cuntlips and 
nibbled voraciously on her clitty. 

Charlotte was insane, the lust that had filled her every part was pressing 
her into a deep orgasm. 

The first spasm made her scream with delight, and her hands clutched at her 
own breasts. 

The spasms built and built, driving her into further squirming; the erratic 
and violent twists of her body distorted her face. The orgasm continued, 
taking her higher and higher into a physicality that she had never believed 
possible. 

As the orgasm receded and she became more and more aware of her surroundings 
and her company. She smiled at the boys she had just enjoyed and who had 
enjoyed her. 

She also noted that Benjy had another flaming erection. She climbed off of 
the dark face that was now smeared with her cum and pulled Benjy over to 
her. 

"You like my tits, don't you, darling?" 

The boy nodded at her, his cock twitching. 

"How would you like to fuck my tits?" 

This was a novel idea to the boy, and Charlotte quickly positioned herself 
so that he could sit on her stomach. She held his hard cock, placing it in 
her cleavage and then holding her tits together with her hands, making them 
all tight and fleshy around his cock. 

It wasn't long before the boy had found his rhythm, and now his cock moved 
quickly between the two globes of flesh. 

Charlotte's nipples were a dark purple and very erect. Like two little cocks 
they were, and she thrilled at the smell and the sound of the wet cock 
sluicing between her sweaty breasts. 

Now she could watch his face, watch the contortions and the intensity of a 
boy consumed with lust. Both of her hands squeezed her breasts together, hut 
now he, too, held onto her large breasts so that the feeling he was getting 
was like a tight cunt. 

Charlotte loved the whole thing, she loved to feel hands on her breasts, and 
she liked to take a pounding prick between her tits, too. She anticipated 
the moment of release, thinking how the throbbing would begin and then she 
would be covered with a sizeable amount of cum. 

Timmy had gone back between her spread legs and was trying to insert his 
still rather limp cock. It seemed that he couldn't get enough of that twat 
down there. 

To Charlotte there was no other sound in the world but lustful breathing and 
slithering cock meat. 

And that was perfectly all right with her; there was no prettier sounds in 
the world. She felt her body coming alive again from all the fleshy 
friction, from Timmy's cock which now had achieved enough of a hard-on to be 
pushed once again up into her vagina, too. And from Benjy's cock bursting 
with its spermy burden ripping into her breasts. She was going into her wild 
orgasm again, this time she went into her orgasm in time with the cock that 
was plunging into its own orgasm. 

She squeezed her tits tightly around the cock moving on her, and suddenly 
all the rhythms of the three bodies were broken up and they were all falling 
away to the completion of their lustful movements. 

It was all cock and cunt and tit, his young balls swinging and the hips 
moving and swiveling about, everyone straining to get as much of this or 
that they possibly could. Timmy straining to get every inch of his cock into 
the cunt that he liked so much. Benjy straining to envelope his cock in the 
plaint flesh of her tits, and Charlotte straining to take all the cock in 
all the places that she could. 

Their moans filled the air and the struggle continued for a few moments as 
they soared to the heights of ecstasy together. It was all confused lust and 
need spending itself in a shower of sperm. 

And finally they all relaxed somewhat and lay in a pile of bodies, trying to 
breath, trying to resume control of their tired, used flesh. Charlotte felt 
very good. She liked these two boys very much, they were willing to try 
anything, they were fair game to the games that she liked to play. 

And their young cocks were hot and ready. 

Charlotte's hand reached for her own cunt which had now had two spectacular, 
orgasms. She fingered her clitoris and felt the wet fuck sauce that was 
oozing out of her twat and onto the carpet. 

For a woman her age, she thought to herself, she certainly had no trouble 
with sex. No, not at all. In fact, as she fingered her own cunt, she thought 
that she felt the stirrings of further desire. 

She gazed at the lovely two young men who lay on either side of her. They 
were both lying on their backs, exhausted, with their eyes closed. 

She reached out with either hand and rested them on the tired stems of their 
manhood. 

"Ah, my poor darlings, imagine a woman my age having more energy then two 
fourteen year olds put together. I'm afraid that you'll have to do better 
than that with the horses." 

Timmy sat up, "Shit, Ma'am, you're about the greatest person I've ever met 
in my life. I can't understand how you would let us do those things to you." 

"Why, didn't you like what we three did together?" 

"Oh, yes!" Timmy exclaimed, "Nothing ever felt so good in my whole life." 

Charlotte leaned toward the boy and fastened her mouth to his mouth. She put 
her arms around him tenderly and kissed him hard, sticking her tongue into 
his mouth and licking and tasting where her cunt had been before. 

Then, when that kiss was broken, she kissed Benjy and she hugged the two of 
them against her breasts. 

"Do you think that you will like working for Charlotte Walder, my little 
friends?" she asked, smiling warmly. 

They both exclaimed that they thought it would be heaven. 

After a little while, Charlotte rose from the warm embrace and began to get 
dressed, she told them to do the same and said that they would be shown 
suitable quarters and various duties. 

She also said that they could go home that night to inform their parents of 
their future employment. When the two boys heard what their salary would be, 
they were overcome with happiness. 

When they were all ready, Charlotte found Jon, the boy who had shown Kevin 
around and told him to show them to suitable quarters. 

That taken care of, Charlotte sauntered back to her sprawling mansion. In 
spite of the irritation of Ambrose, it had been a very good day. 

Her cunt, over-stimulated by all the fucking and sucking that she had 
enjoyed that day, was practically alive with sex. It was as if she were a 
walking cunt and the rest of her body was accessory. 

Charlotte smiled and began to hum to herself. How funny it was that she was 
still horny after all that. She started thinking about which boy she would 
take with her into her bed. 

She decided upon Kevin, that nice cock of his, she thought, was probably 
really anxious to explore her little, hairless cunt. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As Ambrose Walder steered his car down the long driveway to his wife's 
mansion, he reached a decision. He was already somewhat drunk, and he was 
desperate. 

When he had parked his car at the front door and been let in by the maid, he 
went directly to the bar. He poured himself a drink and sat on a stool. His 
fingers clenched the cold glass that he held. 

If only, he thought, if only the old bag would drop dead. Then all of what 
was hers would be his. How could she expect him to live on the piddling five 
hundred dollars a week. He wasn't her mistress, after all. 

The old bitch, he thought, if only she hadn't caught him with the two maids 
that time. If only he had been more discreet. Now there was nothing between 
them. He could have fooled her, made her think that he still loved her, the 
way he had loved her in the stable that first time. 

He had been a fool, he should have been more clever. 

It was too late for that, and he knew it. But there was that other thing. 
Those debts. He needed money, a lot of money, and he needed it right away. 
He had felt that luck was on his side that night, so he had kept playing, 
kept trying to win and he lost everything. 

They had staked him because they knew who he was married to, but now they 
wanted the money he owed. And now they were making threats. Ambrose was 
frightened. And in his fear, he thought of a wild scheme, in his desperation 
he decided that he would have to do something drastic. 

He decided that he would steal from his own wife. She had given him 
everything, but she had taken away his freedom in the bargain. How he hated 
her, how he hated the sight of her. 

He thought about killing her for a moment. He plotted the whole thing in his 
head in any number of ways. Ambrose had no spine for killing, but he was low 
enough to steal. 

There was a solid gold idol. The one that Charlotte's grandfather had 
brought back from China. It was available to him. It was in her study; all 
he had to do was wait until the household was asleep, walk in and take it. 

They would never suspect him. They would accuse the servants; he would even 
help her find a scapegoat. Perhaps Charlotte wouldn't even notice that it 
was missing. 

At least for a while. . 

He continued to drink a while longer, but then decided that he should have 
some control on reality if he was going to carry out his plan. He rang for 
the maid to get him coffee. 

The maid entered the room. "You rang for me, Sir?" she said, smiling. 

"Yes, get me some coffee." Ambrose said, looking her over. Yes, he thought, 
that fucking wife of his had taste, that was one thing that he had to grant 
her. She always hired the best-looking chicks. This one maid was real nice. 
All soft-looking, with nice tits, a nice ass, pretty blonde hair swept into 
bunches of curls. 

Ambrose licked his lips. Just looking at that ass made his cock twitch. 

When the girl returned with the coffee, Ambrose looked up again. She placed 
the tray down on the bar and made as if to leave. Ambrose grabbed her hand. 

"Where you going, honey?" he said, smiling, "Why don't you stay and have a 
drink with me?" 

"I'm very tired, Sir," she said, but smiling very pleasantly. 

Ambrose stood up and pulled her to him. He found her lips and kissed her 
very hard, sticking his tongue down her throat. The girl struggled with him, 
but it was a very unconvincing struggle. 

His hand found her breasts and undid the buttons. Soon he had a handful of 
her tits and he was molding and squeezing them and clutching at her nipples. 

Then the hand went underneath her skirt and between her legs. It wasn't long 
before the hand had found its mark. He rubbed her cunt through the thin 
underwear with the palm of his hand. 

The girl began to respond to his rough caresses, her tongue intertwined with 
his tongue, and her body relaxed against his. She also began to move her 
cunt on his hand, shoving her body down farther onto his palm so that he 
touched her clitoris. 

He still clutched at her heaving chest, but after a while he finished 
unbuttoning her blouse and removed it so that he could look at her tits. 

"You're nice, baby, got real tight little tits." he said, smiling 
lecherously. 

The girl smiled back at him coyly. For her part, she found Mr. Walder an 
attractive man although he had a somewhat round stomach. What really made 
him attractive to her was all the money she thought he had-. She was new on 
the place and wasn't yet aware of how things worked, that Ambrose Walder had 
no money of his own and what money he was given by his wife was soon 
frittered away on gambling or some such vice. 

"Well," she said, fluttering her long lashes, "how about you, how NICE are 
you, Mr. Walder?" 

"Call me Ambrose, dear, and listen...." he said, squeezing her right tit, "I 
can be very nice to someone as well laid out as you." 

The girl's lissome fingers fluttered down to the fly of his pants and 
immediately unzipped him. With no trouble at all she fished out his cock, 
which was already raring to go. It was a flaming red, a long and skinny cock 
that looked like it could do really fine work. 

The girl licked her lips. She wanted to suck it a little bit, but she didn't 
want to seem too forward with her employer. 

"Go ahead, honey," Ambrose laughed, "You're dying to suck my cock." 

The girl fell to her knees and, holding his cock with one hand, she slipped 
her mouth over the head. She commenced licking and then began to suck him 
vigorously. 

Ambrose loved what she was doing to him, and it excited him so much that he 
was overcome with lust. He was so horny for that girl he just felt like 
pushing her over on the floor, spreading her legs, and ramming it home to 
her. 

The girl was really involved in sucking the long prick in her mouth, though 
and she was testily taking more and more of the thing down her pretty 
throat. 

It was all too much for Ambrose, and he finally pushed the girl's head away 
from his cock with a grunt. Then he got down on his knees and, after a quick 
kiss, pushed her over on the floor. He lifted her skirt and slid off her 
underwear. 

He began to finger her cunt, spreading her legs out and then bending them at 
the knee so he could get a good view of the pussy area. The girl had a nice 
cunt, nice and wet already. He stuck two of his fingers in and lathered her 
up. He pushed his hand up as far as he could get it, and the girl wriggled 
around on the floor with pleasure. 

It wasn't long before Ambrose realized that he had the girl frantic with 
desire. She wanted to be fucked and nothing else mattered to her. 

That was when he got an idea. He got up and left her and walked over to a 
cabinet at the end of the room, he looked for a while and then found what he 
wanted and returned to her. 

As he had done that, the girl had gotten a little upset and asked what he 
had done. 

He showed her what he had in his hand. "Do you know what this is, baby?" 

She looked at an object that was the head of a cock, maybe altogether two 
inches long. "It looks like part of a dildo." she said. 

"It's an extension for my cock." said Ambrose laughing. "I think you'll like 
this." 

The girl did seem to approve of the idea. She thought that it was a little 
weird for him to be bringing out an artificial device, at least so soon in 
the game, but he was the boss. 

She watched Ambrose as he inserted the extender over his cock. He seemed to 
take great enjoyment in just that aspect of the thing. 

It looked funny to her, but she had always dreamed of what it would be like 
to be fucked by a foot-long cock, and she was terribly turned on by the 
aspect of it, not to mention the great job he had done of fingering her 
cunt. 

Ambrose spread her legs again, arranging her in the most vulnerable position 
he could. Then, using his hand, he inserted the head of the plastic extender 
in the juicy area of the girl's cunt. 

The girl shivered at the first contact and held her breath, awaiting eagerly 
and with some fear the onslaught of the twelve-inch cock. 

Ambrose, breathing heavily, pushed up into her a few inches, filling her 
cuntal cavity more and more, until he could go no farther. He lay on her 
stomach twitching and breathing heavily. 

"How do you like it, baby, have you ever felt anything as good as that?" He 
began to move a little, making circles with his hips and pulling out a 
little. 

"Ummmm you feel so nice, I could probably fuck you for hours, sweetie," 
Ambrose grunted and plunged down sharply into the girl's cunt. She let out a 
little sound of pain and pleasure. It hurt her a little, but it was a nice 
kind of pain. 

She had never felt anything like that, it was so filling, so deeply filling, 
and she began to push her body up to meet the thrusts of Ambrose's body. 

They began to get down to some earnest fucking with Ambrose humping her fast 
and hard, like a bear he held her down, pushing in and pulling out and 
plunging with as much force as he could. 

The girl responded in kind, thrilled by the novelty and the intensity of 
Ambrose Walder's brand of fucking. 

She began to maneuver him and succeeded in rolling him over onto his back so 
that she could sit up and really take the long cock deep into her vagina. 

They whipped in and out of each other, sweat pouring off of their bodies and 
their faces contorted with lust. It was not long before the girl began to 
orgasm, flailing her arms about and crying out and bearing down harder than 
ever on the hard cock. 

Ambrose felt his cock swelling inside of the extender, throbbing inside the 
plastic. The friction was very nice and he began to cum, too. When he went 
off, he quickly pushed the girl onto her back again and went at her like a 
mad dog, biting her breasts and riding her wildly. 

She moaned underneath him, fighting for breath, listening to his obscene 
grunts as he humped and fucked her. 

When he was finished, he pulled out immediately and stood up. He carefully 
removed the piece from his cock and placed it on a table. He got a 
handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his cock then tossed the piece 
of material in the waste paper basket. 

He got dressed, leaving the girl to stare at him in wonder. When he was 
dressed, he looked down at her with some surprise. 

"What are you doing down there on the floor?" 

"Resting, Sir. That was some fuck you just gave me. 

"Well, I think you'd better get dressed and get the hell out of here." 

The girl, somewhat hurt and very surprised, got up and put her clothes on. 
When she was ready to leave, she decided to walk to the door. . 

"Oh, yes," said Ambrose, hardly giving her a glance, "Would you mind getting 
me some more coffee? This pot seems to have gotten cold." 

"Yes ... Sir." she said, taking the tray and leaving. 

Charlotte Walder was preparing for bed at that very moment. Inside her suite 
of rooms, inside her private bathroom she had Kevin in the sunken tub and 
she was washing off his body. She had explained to him that he had probably 
had a long day and that a hot bath would soothe him thoroughly. 

Kevin leaned back against the tiles in oblivion as Charlotte's graceful 
hands lathered his chest and under his arms and down his belly to that area 
of wonder between his legs. 

Already his cock stood up above the water and the red pubic hair was very 
nice between the bubbles. Charlotte was totally naked beside him, her large 
breasts dangling and swinging about his face so that occasionally he could 
turn his head and get a mouthful of tit. 

Charlotte laughed at this antics and soaped his balls. She rubbed and 
lathered his cock, and, without stopping, stuck her finger up his tight, 
little ass. 

The boy jumped in surprise. 

"What's the matter, my darling, didn't you like that?" 

"It's not that, ma'am, it's just that asses are so dirty." 

"Not after they've had a nice bath. Asses are wonderful, my Kevin, you will 
learn that tonight, because I'm going to let you fuck my asshole." 

Kevin turned to her with fear and disappointment. "Please, can't we fuck the 
right way?" 

Charlotte laughed at him and tugged on his cock. "You little fool, any way 
you fuck is the right way. Now don't be skittish, my little stallion. I have 
a pretty, clean, tight asshole, and you will enjoy it." 

When Charlotte had dried off the boy and taken him into her bedroom, she 
asked him to sit on the bed. She went to a bureau and took something out of 
it that was wrapped in flowered silk. That she stashed under the pillow. 

Charlotte's bed was marvelous. It was a huge satin affair, a bed as big as a 
good-sized bedroom, and it was placed in the part of the room that was all 
windows, an area something like an enormous bay window. 

The whole bed jutted out and adjoined the balcony to Charlotte's study. 

The couple lay on the bed together, and Kevin was busy trying to suck on 
Charlotte's tits. Charlotte kissed his hair tenderly and bit on his ear. The 
boy was feeling shock waves of immense proportion running up and down 
throughout his body. 

His hand slipped down to her cunt and he looked for her clitoris. He touched 
the little love button and Charlotte jumped with that contact. Another 
finger found its way up and down her cunt walls, her cuntlips, touching, 
caressing, exploring the area of her womanhood. 

Charlotte loved the way the young fingers were so anxious to learn all about 
her cunt, to learn the places that most turned on a woman. She was glad she 
had no hair on her cunt because that made it easier for her young proteges 
to see what they were working on. 

She sought out his mouth and began to suck on his lips, hungrily she ate at 
the wet mouth that was there for their tongues. Charlotte's hand seeking out 
the hard, young cock that she would soon have wherever she wanted it. 

Slowly she crept down between the boy's legs and began to lick down into his 
crotch, toward his hardened organ. The boy was trembling with desire and 
with accumulating need. He had never experienced anything like this 
voracious woman. 

And now she was going to suck his cock! 

Charlotte fastened her lips gently over the head of his dick and flicked her 
tongue across the piss slit. She felt the throbbing organ and began to suck 
lightly, making funny little noises. 

She only did that for a while, though, and slipped farther under in order to 
take his pliant balls into her mouth for a tongue-washing. Then she went 
even farther and sucked on his bunghole, sending thrills through the boy 
that were unimaginable. 

Her tongue snaked up into his asshole, and the sphincter muscles flexed on 
her wet tongue. He had one clean ass, that was for sure, and Charlotte loved 
the taste and feel of his virgin asshole. 

With her hands she pried his buttocks apart to look closely at his asshole. 
She couldn't wait any longer. 

The boy was too absorbed in what she had been doing to him to notice her 
take the object she had hid before into her hand. It was a vibrator. 

Charlotte turned the instrument on and applied it to the area outside of the 
boy's asshole. He recoiled and tried to look around to see what she was 
doing to him. 

She told him to relax and trust her, which he did with some reservations. 
But as she ran the object over his buttocks and over his thighs, he felt his 
flesh slipping into a secure euphoria and he relaxed totally. 

It was at that point that Charlotte began to insert the vibrator up his 
asshole. Carefully she maneuvered the head of the thing up inside the boy. 
He was relaxed now, but there was still a lot of fleshy resistance. 

She reached under the bed and got a jar of some special cream that she kept 
for such occasions. She covered the head of the vibrator with the cream and 
then applied it with her fingers to the boy's bunghole. 

Now she could slide the vibrating object up inside him without too much 
difficulty. The boy tensed a little but as it went further and further up 
inside him and caressed the flesh of his ass so nicely, he couldn't help but 
get used to the idea of it and the feel of it. 

Charlotte slid it in and out, and the boy moaned with deep pleasure. He shut 
his eyes and just went with the wonderful vibrations that were happening to 
his ass. 

The whole of his spine felt numb, relaxed, floating in space, but his cock 
was oozing fluids and his balls were itching. The sensuality of what that 
woman was doing to him was tremendous. 

Charlotte herself enjoyed this part of her sex life a lot. She wasn't averse 
to using artificial devices and she would on occasion strap a dildo to her 
cunt and fuck a young boy up the ass. 

She had learned about these things from Betsy, who had a whole collection of 
artificial sex aids. 

The vibrator went in and out of the boy's ass and the mounds of his buttocks 
shook perceptively from-the electric motion. Charlotte thought he looked so 
good that she could have easily taken a bite of his ass flesh. 

Little boys' asses were so nice, so clean and clear, so much better than the 
scarred and pimpled asses of old men. And they were so open to 
experimentation. 

Her hand reached around and grabbed his cock. It was as hard as ever; it 
throbbed continuously in her hand. She out-lined the veins with her 
fingernails. 

Suddenly she removed the vibrator from his ass and turned it off. She put it 
beside the bed. Then she sat up, as did the boy. 

"All right, my darling, now I'm going to allow you to fuck me up the ass. I 
know you will do it very well, and that you will enjoy it." 

The boy was so excited she could have told him to fuck the faucet in the 
bathroom and it would have sounded good to him. 

Charlotte lay her body across the big bed. She lay on her stomach and spread 
her legs wide. Immediately the boy was right there between her legs looking 
for her asshole. Charlotte told him to lather his cock with the cream she 
had used, and she listened as the boy did what she told him. 

Soon she felt the head of his cock pushing for entrance to the tight, dark 
entrance to her bowels. 

Ambrose had let himself into Charlotte's study. He went directly to the 
cabinet that held the heirloom and found that the thing was locked up. He 
realized he would have to break the glass. 

He looked around the room for something that would work, when suddenly he 
heard a moan. He stopped in his tracks. He heard it again. It seemed to be 
coming from outside. 

He walked over to the balcony and opened the french doors. He heard it 
again, somewhat louder. 

He walked outside and stood on the balcony. His mouth fell open at what he 
saw. 

Only a few feet away from his eyes, separated from him by one sheet of 
glass, was his wife on her bed, on her stomach, and there was a young man 
with red hair between her legs and behind her ass. 

He was putting his cock up her ass. Ambrose licked his lips, dumbstruck by 
the scene. He was an unobserved observer, and yet he could have reached out 
and touched the couple if it weren't for that one pane of glass. 

Charlotte clutched at the pillow as Kevin's cock slid farther and farther up 
her ass. She loved the filling feeling of hot prick in tight ass. At first 
it was a little uncomfortable. But then, it always was. 

But once things got moving and once the muscles or her ass learned to 
accommodate the huge hard-on, she knew it would feel wonderful. 

Kevin held her around the waist and sat very rigid. He was careful, very 
careful, even though he felt that his cock was aching to be thrust in and 
out of flesh. 

He loved the tight ass flesh, he liked the way it flexed on his cock. His 
cock twitched and throbbed in response and worked its way farther and 
farther until it was deeply seated in her bowels. 

Once he was in her up to the roots of his balls he stopped for a moment to 
take in the whole of the great feeling. Charlotte asked him to reach 
underneath her and fondle her cunt as he fucked her, and this he did very 
willingly. 

His finger snaked under her belly and began to pull and tweak her clitoris. 
Charlotte moaned with delight as spasms of lust shot through her whole body. 

Then the boy began to hump the willing ass, his cock thrust forward and he 
moaned softly with the wonderful twitches of his body. His head was 
.swimming in a sea of lust. He felt as if he would never be able to separate 
his cock from the tight ass in which it was imbedded. 

Charlotte began to wiggle her spread legs and squirm with her flowing pussy 
all over the boy's fingers. She felt like a worm, giggled at that thought, 
and the boy thrust deeper into her hot, hot hole. 

Ambrose unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, skinny cock. It was harder 
than it had ever been. He had to admit to himself that his wife, in spite of 
her rather advanced age, was one hell of a good-looking woman. 

That young boy seemed to be enjoying her ass at any rate. Ambrose could see 
the boy's hard cock thrusting in and out of his wife's asshole, he could 
even see what the boy was doing to her cunt, diddling it, which made 
Charlotte raise her body with the pleasure. 

Ambrose began to jerk himself off with one hand. With the other hand he 
pulled another piece of plastic out of his coat pocket. It was an 
ejaculator. He fitted it in the proper place, letting his cock be teased 
with the opening and then letting his dick slide in and out of the thing. 

Meanwhile he watched his wife being fucked up the ass, thrilling at her 
clutching at the sheets and the contorted mask of lust the young man wore. 

For a moment Ambrose couldn't help wishing that he could change places with 
the young man. But it was only for the moment, because he was so stimulated 
by what he was watching. 

He watched them intently and even could hear their moans and groans of 
pleasure. He could practically smell the odor of sexuality they were giving 
off. 

Ambrose humped his body into the ejaculator, fantasizing that he was in the 
place of the young man. He thought about tight little assholes he had known, 
and screwed his cock in and out of the plastic cunt. 

The boy was now fucking his wife in short, intense bursts of bucking his 
hips. He seemed to put his whole body into the fucking, slamming into, the 
willing asshole of Charlotte, who raised her body with every plunge to take 
in the whole length and breadth of his cock. 

Charlotte now began to raise her body more, making her intentions clear to 
the boy that she wanted to get into more of a doglike position. She got 
herself on all fours, and hung her head down so that she could watch what 
Kevin was doing to her cunt with his fingers. 

This position also gave Ambrose an excellent view of what Kevin was doing to 
her cunt, and it was also exciting as hell to watch his wife getting it up 
the ass like a horse, like a bitch. He chuckled to himself as he jacked off 
inside the plastic device, thinking that all the boy need do was take hold 
of his wife's neck with his teeth. 

Kevin's raging cock pounded in and out of her flaming asshole. His face 
looked flushed and his eyes were screwed tight, his lips hung open in an 
expression of ecstasy. 

The action of his hands and the friction of his cock in Charlotte's ass had 
set her off on a wild orgasm, she wriggled her ass all around like the tail 
of a snake, her body thrashing frantically. The boy yelped and pushed 
harder, clutching at her hot, spasming cunt. 

Ambrose found himself getting off hotly on the scene so close to his face, 
and he, too, began to cum. 

A few more jerks of his hip and a few more pumps of his cock, and Kevin's 
body had reached its climax and was sifting down to an intensity of 
satisfaction and well-being. He slowly extracted his still hard cock from 
Charlotte's asshole. 

Charlotte lay down on the bed and pulled the boy to her breast. Kevin lay 
between her tits fondling her nipples as she stroked his head and his 
shoulders and his face. 

Charlotte felt extremely happy, very pleased with herself and with Kevin. 
She thought about how long she would wait before she would allow him to fuck 
her in the cunt. She knew that she couldn't wait much longer herself. She 
was anxious to experience that lovely, young, hard member in that particular 
passageway. 

She sighed with contentment. Everything seemed so right in her life. 

Ambrose waited a while longer, watching to see to keep from laughing loudly 
with glee. He knew now that he didn't have to take the chance of stealing. 
Now he could do something else. Now he had a handle to blackmail his wife. 

Ambrose waited a while longer, watching to see if the couple would do 
anything else. When it appeared to him that they were going to go to sleep, 
he quietly left his watch tower and crept out of the room. 

He began to work out his plan of action as he stalked down the long hallway 
to his own bedroom. He was feeling exalted, terribly pleased with himself. 

Ambrose wondered how long that kind of thing had been going on in 
Charlotte's bedroom. Suddenly it was clear to him why it was that she did 
all the hiring and firing of the lowest paid menial help on the extensive 
estates. 

She was looking for candidates for her unnatural urges. Ambrose had wondered 
at times over the years what Charlotte did to get her kicks. He had 
suspected her in his more vicious moments of copulating with the horses. 

He had even joked about this with his friends. 

"You blind fool," Ambrose said to himself, "You should have been able to 
guess it was something like that." It had been over ten years since Ambrose 
had had anything to do with Charlotte sexually. Not that he would have 
minded, she was, in spite of her stinginess and in spite of her age, a 
terribly attractive woman and a really good lay. But it had been Charlotte 
who had turned off toward him when she found him with those two babes. 

Ambrose chuckled to himself. Maybe he would make a small stipulation in 
their new contract, maybe he would have Charlotte spend a night or two with 
him between her matinees with all those little boys. 

Surely, he thought to himself, his cock was just as good as a fourteen year 
old's. 

And then there was that hairless cunt that Charlotte had suddenly adopted. 
Ambrose wondered when she had done that.... 

...Charlotte drifted into sleep with her young man, her hand rested on his 
sleeping cock and his head was still between her tits, although she now 
heard his soft and even breathing in sleep. 

And tomorrow seemed a long ways away. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ambrose joined his wife at the breakfast table where Charlotte was drinking 
coffee and reading the paper. He sat down across from her and poured himself 
some coffee from the silver pot. 

Charlotte looked up from her reading and, upon seeing her husband commented, 
"Well, to what do I owe the honor of this company?" 

Ambrose smiled jauntily, "It's a perfectly normal thing for a husband to 
have breakfast with his wife, isn't it?" 

Charlotte shrugged. "Don't play games with me. I know there must be some 
ulterior motive for your pleasant face this morning. My goodness, its barely 
eight o'clock. I don't think you've been up that early since you were 
promoted from stable boy." 

Ambrose grimaced. "As a matter-of-fact, my dear, there is a little matter 
that I wished to discuss with you concerning, ah, stable boys." 

Charlotte frowned. "All right, you have the floor." 

Ambrose leaned back in his chair and smiled at his wife. "I'm going to tell 
you the truth, my dear. You see, I needed that money I asked you for rather 
badly. I needed it so badly I determined in my desperation to steal from 
you. That's why I lurked into your study last night in order to appropriate 
that obscene Chinese piece. Of course, I found the glass case locked, but as 
I was looking around for something to aid me I heard some very odd 
sounds.... 

"Walking out to the balcony, I witnessed a very strange scene. I saw my wife 
being fucked up the ass and diddled in her cunt by a boy that must be no 
more than fifteen years old." He smiled wickedly, waiting for her comment. 

Charlotte colored with anger. "You have no right to criticize me." 

"I'm not criticizing you, my dear; I'm thanking you." 

"Thanking me for what, you filthy voyeur?" she snapped. 

"For giving me this golden opportunity to make you see things my way. You 
see, Charlotte, although I enjoyed watching that little scene-and by the 
way, I just love your bald cunt-I don't think that young man's parents would 
be all that keen on what he's learning here." 

"All right, Ambrose, obviously you intend to blackmail me. Now what do you 
want? I'll get you the money you need for those gambling debts I suppose," 
she said, sighing unhappily at this turn of events. 

"Oh, no, Charlotte, its rather too late for that piddly sum. I want to be 
boss for a while. I want everything you own signed over to me. I'm tired of 
being the slave. I want to be master, do you understand?" 

Charlotte laughed in his face. "That's the most absurd thing that I've ever 
heard. You must be out of your mind." 

Ambrose looked at her wrathfully, "You don't seem to comprehend the 
seriousness of this situation. You could go to jail for a long time, and you 
could lose everything you own. If word of this got out, it would destroy 
you, Charlotte." 

Charlotte stood up then, too. "Then it would destroy you, Ambrose. If you 
think that you could possibly run this estate without me, if you think that 
you could control the various and extensive holdings I control, you're out 
of your mind. The only work you were ever trained for was cleaning up 
horseshit in a stable, and don't you forget that." 

"Nevertheless, I fully intend to do it if you refuse me." 

"Go ahead. I'll deny it, and, what's more, so will the boy you saw last 
night." 

"I'm sure there are others, I'm sure there are plenty. How many, Charlotte? 
How many little boys have you fucked, how many little cocks have you 
sucked?" 

"Even if you found every last one of them, I'll bet there wouldn't be one 
who would support your accusations." 

"Can you take that chance? Can you really believe that? Why don't you think 
about it today and give me your answer tonight. I'm not in that much of a 
hurry, because in the end I know you'll give me what I want." 

"We'll see about that, you ingrate." 

Ambrose turned to go, but on an impulse he turned and faced his angry wife 
and scowled at her. "By the way, after I become master of this operation I 
intend to have a crack at that hairless crack of yours." 

"Over my dead body," Charlotte said, and sat down again at the table. Her 
hands were shaking. She told herself she had to get hold of the situation, 
face this problem like all the other problems that had come up in business. 
She would have to deal with Ambrose somehow. 

When she arose from the table, she felt somewhat better having given herself 
an instant pep talk. She had decided, also, that she would go see her friend 
Betsy and confer with her. Betsy was a good idea person and perhaps she 
would have some dope on Ambrose that would stop him dead instead of herself. 

Charlotte immediately left for the stable and had a riding horse saddled. 
Riding always helped her think clearly. That was why she had decided to ride 
over to Betsy's cottage which was a few miles away from the main house. 

Charlotte tied her horse to a tree and walked to the cottage door. After 
getting no answer from her knock she opened the door and called Betsy's 
name. When there was still no response she walked out to the barn which 
adjoined the cottage. 

There she found Betsy polishing some tack. Betsy looked up when she heard 
Charlotte enter and gave her a broad smile. 

"Well, what brings you out here so early in the morning?" 

"Am I disturbing you, Betsy?" 

"Not at all," said Betsy, standing up, "Its been awhile since you paid me a 
visit. I do hope this is a social call?" 

"Not exactly, darling. I have a problem I want to discuss with you." 

"So it is business," said Betsy sighing. "And I'd so hoped we could just 
talk." 

"Well, darling friend, we are going to be talking. It's about Ambrose." 

Betsy made a face, and Charlotte went into the story of what had happened 
the night before. She stopped at no detail, going into the whole anal scene 
that had transpired between herself and Kevin, and how Ambrose had been out 
on the balcony. 

When she was finished, Betsy licked her lips. 

"Bad luck, Charlotte. Sounds like you had a pretty good time, though. I'd 
been wanting to ask you if that new kid was a good lay. He checks out pretty 
good. So, Ambrose is threatening to bust up this little paradise, is he? 
Hmmmm. Talking about those who throw stones, that bastard has been bleeding 
you dry for years, hasn't he? I can't imagine how anyone could fritter away 
five bills a week. I suppose that if he can do that, he could easily dispose 
of larger sums in the same amount of time." 

"What am I going to do, Betsy?" 

"Well, first of all, Charlotte, you could come over and sit next to me." 
Charlotte smiled and walked over to her friend. Then, sitting down beside 
her on the bale of hay, they embraced tenderly and their lips met for a 
long, wet kiss. 

Charlotte thrilled instantly to the feel of Betsy's tongue snaking into her 
mouth. The tongue wrapped itself around her tongue and tasted her gums and 
licked her teeth. Charlotte sucked on her friend's tongue gently and placed 
her hand on her firm, little breasts. 

Betsy's fingers found their way inside of Charlotte's bra and began to 
fondle her large tits, stopping for the touch of her nipples. They began to 
feel each other up in earnest, thrilled at the softness of each other, the 
new joy that was always there whenever they embraced. 

Betsy's hands were strong from the work they did, but nevertheless they 
caressed Charlotte in the most exciting way. It wasn't long before 
Charlotte's nipples stood up against the material of her shirt like little 
nobs. 

Charlotte, for her part, loved Betsy's tits, loved her whole body, and was 
beginning to be absorbed in the sexuality which was coming over them in the 
barn. 

Charlotte unbuttoned her friend's blouse, and soon both of her hands were 
massaging and touching the girl's tits. To her, there was nothing like the 
feel of another woman's tits and nothing like the feeling of being handled 
by another woman. Already she felt wetness accumulating in her jodhpurs, and 
when Betsy's hand worked its way down through her clothes, she shivered with 
anticipation. 

Now Betsy pulled away from her and pushed her down gently on her back across 
the bale of hay. Charlotte stretched out sensually and smiled at her 
attractive friend. 

Betsy began to remove her clothing very slowly, as she did that, she would 
stop every once in a while to kiss or caress the skin as it was exposed to 
her eyes and her mouth. She finally pulled off the jodhpurs and found 
Charlotte's exquisite pussy. 

Immediately her hands caressed Charlotte's white thighs. Her fingers 
balanced the clitoris, rubbing it like sticks for a fire, her index finger 
running up and down the edge of Charlotte's cuntlips and along the sides. 

This action caused Charlotte to shiver with fine needles of erotic reaction. 
Her loins were suddenly alive and prey to every ministration Betsy gave her. 
And Betsy touched her so nicely, so tenderly, with strong fingers that knew 
just how and when to excite. Charlotte knew Betsy was capable of stretching 
an orgasm out for hours, holding the body she was working on in incredible 
suspense so that when relief finally came it was an explosion, a 
soul-searing explosion that made her cry out with ecstasy. 

She was also capable of making a person cum in about fifteen seconds-a 
little pressure applied to the clitoris, a little sucking on her cuntlips, a 
touch here, a lick there and, presto, sparks flying everywhere. She was a 
magician at foreplay, and her magic fingers were now dancing all over 
Charlotte's cunt, thighs, stomach and breasts. 

Charlotte wanted to return the favor so she made her intentions clear that 
she would like to give Betsy the same feelings in return. When Betsy 
understood that, she got up and got another two bales of hay which she moved 
over to the one her friend was lying on. 

Charlotte marveled at the ease which her friend used to maneuver the heavy 
bales. For soon there was a bed of hay, a nice firm mattress for them to 
carry on their lovemaking. Charlotte smiled at Betsy's ingenuity. 

They embraced again, finding each other's mouth and kissing more 
passionately then they had the first time, and then as their hands began to 
move over each other's bodies, touching breasts and the nipples, moving down 
across stomachs to seek out the secret desires of their moist cunt. They 
began to get into a sixty-nine position, a position which they both liked 
because it afforded the unique opportunity of that mutual stimulation. 

Charlotte felt that she herself was already quite aroused by the artistry of 
her friend's fingers, but she would never pass up an opportunity to be eaten 
out by Betsy. Betsy's tongue was just as magic as her fingers. 

Soon Charlotte, with her head between Betsy's legs, looking directly into 
the girl's hairy cunt, felt that tongue snaking all around her cuntlips. She 
quivered with excitement at the prospect of an orgasm made to order. 

Her own tongue flicked out and whipped across Betsy's clitoris. She could 
almost see the cunt walls contracting with arousal. Charlotte began slowly, 
as did Betsy, but before long they were making rings with their tongues 
around each other's clitoris that grew bigger and bigger and more intense. 

Charlotte now poked her tongue up inside her damp, warm quim. She loved 
Betsy's snatch, she loved the taste of it and the smell of it. Somehow 
Betsy's body always smelled like horses. And that smell was a turn-on to 
Charlotte. Charlotte twirled her tongue around inside the hot hole and she 
began to feel Betsy's tongue responding in kind. 

She was enjoying the feeling of tremors that crossed her loins and shot 
through her backbone. She contracted her cunt on the tongue pressing its way 
up toward her womb. 

Then Betsy latched onto one side of her cuntlips and began to suck the flesh 
up into her mouth. She sucked rather hard, making obscene slurping noises 
that sounded like heavy boots tromping through the mud. 

Charlotte, too, began to press her lips into the dank hole of Betsy's twat 
and slurp up the juices that were flowing from there. She loved the taste of 
pussy, the salty, musky odor that emanated from the secret pleasure dome 
between a woman's legs. 

Her hand touched the mons, molding it, feeling the arch of pubic bone. She 
thought how lovely it was to be a woman, to have one's body put together in 
such a way. 

Betsy wrapped her legs around Charlotte's neck tightly and Charlotte did the 
same thing so that they were locked together like a puzzle with their mouths 
full of each other's pussy. 

Charlotte was terribly turned on as she nibbled hungrily at the other girl's 
twat, grazing the clitoris with the tips of her teeth. Her clitoris was like 
a pebble to her, it felt so hard, so intensely stimulated by the tricks 
performed on her by the tongue of her girl friend. 

Suddenly Charlotte lifted her cunt-smeared face from Betsy and asked. "Hey, 
honey, do you still have that duo dong?" 

Betsy lifted her moist lips from Charlotte's crotch and smiled. Without 
saying anything, she broke away from the tight embrace and ran naked across 
the lawn to the cottage. She returned in a few minutes holding the 
interesting object in one hand. 

Charlotte then sat up on the hay and Betsy sat across from her. They 
embraced again, smearing their own cunt juices together in a mutual tasting. 
Then Betsy got into a kneeling position and began to insert one end of the 
artificial cock into her vagina. 

The thing was larger than the largest of cocks on both ends and had a wide 
head to it. Charlotte licked her lips at the thought of being filled with 
something as large and long as that. She loved to be fucked like that. It 
was such a good feeling to be fucked and to be fucking at the same time. 

She watched carefully, aroused as the rubber cock disappeared up inside of 
her friend's cunt. Betsy of course, was so well lubricated by this time that 
she could have stuffed a horse's cock up her cunt without too much fuss. 

Suddenly she stood up. Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her 
friend with the other long, wide end of the dildo sticking out of her cunt. 

"You can laugh now, my pretty," said Charlotte, mischievously, "But soon 
you'll be begging me to stop." 

Charlotte was ready for the challenge, so when Betsy pushed her back on the 
hay again and began to climb aboard, she spread her legs wide and used her 
hands to guide her end of the dildo into her sopping cunt. 

It felt good sliding up there slowly, filling her cuntal cavity with the 
hard but giving plastic. The only thing about it was that it felt somewhat 
cold since it wasn't body temperature. 

But that was soon to be remedied by the mere fact that it was installed in 
her cunt, not to mention the friction their fucking would cause. For a 
while, however, they lay together with Betsy on top. 

Soon they began to wriggle around together on the hay, moving their hips 
about and impaling their cunts farther on to the artificial prick. 

It felt wonderful to Charlotte to have the warm, nice body of Betsy on top 
of her and at the same time to be filled with something so big and wide. 

They began to rotate rhythmically on the rubber cock, swiveling their hips 
and smashing their pubic bones together. They were no longer kissing, but 
they were holding onto each other so tightly their breasts were smashed 
together and sweat poured down into the hay. 

Harder and faster they went, the fucking grew so intense and the cries from 
their mouths so loud that Charlotte found herself hoping that there was no 
one in the vicinity to hear their passionate expressions of lesbian love. 

They rode the cock together, the big plastic thing pushing farther in and 
harder. It was far better than a man's cock for the moment; for them it was 
just whay they needed at that point. 

Their pussies crushed together, their clitorises rubbed together, their 
breasts mashed together. Suddenly they found each other's mouth again for 
another wet and long kiss. 

Charlotte felt the spasms building up from her loins. She shouted her lust 
and bounced down against the big dildo. She was followed by Betsy, and the 
two of them rocked and humped together for all they were worth as their 
orgasms split their souls and seared their bodies. 

The fire was so intense that Charlotte almost passed out from the extent of 
the pleasure. 

Charlotte bit into her friend's shoulder and Betsy clawed at her buttocks. 
It was marvelous; it was total flesh, and as they floated back down to 
sanity, their bodies trembling from the great orgasm that had just shook 
their beings, they stayed on the cock. 

That was probably the best thing about an artificial organ was that it 
stayed hard. Even though both girls had had fantastic orgasms, they had no 
reason to stop fucking, they could fuck all day long, or for as long as they 
had the energy. 

They continued to hump together, but it was a gentler, easier rhythm, and 
their mouths met and their tongues intertwined. After the kiss, Betsy found 
Charlotte's ear and began to ream it out, which was a thrilling manipulation 
for the hot woman. 

They continued to squirm around on the double-headed cock until once again 
they both on the edge of another orgasm. Their bodies were stuck together 
from the sweaty exertion and the smell of cunts in heat filled the barn. 

They were now lying on their sides and they could both put a hand down to 
where their cunts were connected by the instrument. They began to rub and 
stimulate each other's clitoris as their hips swayed and swiveled on the 
cockheads. 

Charlotte let out a little cry and her fucking motion became more defined, 
her hands reached around and she held Betsy by the ass cheeks. Betsy 
followed suit and stuck a finger up Charlotte's ass. They were coming into 
the home stretch now, their movements and their sounds were very earthy, 
very animalistic as they strove to reach another orgasm together. 

This time the orgasm built slowly, falling off a little bit and then 
building again. It was like waves on a beach head that way. Charlotte was 
falling away into spasms that would control her whole being for a number of 
seconds, a long, very intense, very animal orgasm. 

Their fucking went into another gear, almost a superhuman speed and force. 
They peaked again and again, their muscles losing control, losing any sense 
of time and a shower of orgasm shook them as they climbed and climbed into 
the throes of ecstatic oblivion. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After some time Charlotte thought that she heard a voice. "Quick, Betsy, get 
dressed! I think there is someone outside." 

In lightning time they pulled their cunts off the dildo and threw their 
clothes together. Just as they were zipping up their flies a young man 
walked into the barn. 

"Oh there you are, Miss Cantwell." It was Billie Forest, who both of the 
women knew rather well. "And Mrs. Walder. I haven't seen you around lately." 

Billie Forest was a sixteen year old whose parents owned land adjoining the 
Walder property. He had been acquainted with Betsy Cantwell for some time, 
and it had been through that liaison that he had met Charlotte. Betsy had 
taught Billie everything he knew except for the few extras Charlotte had 
shown him. 

"Well, Bill, what can we ladies do for you?" asked Betsy with a twinkle in 
her eyes. 

"I'd love to Betsy," he said, smiling, "But I'm looking for Tricia." 

"Who's Tricia?" asked Charlotte. 

"Tricia?" said Betsy, "she's Billie's little sister. Twelve years old and as 
sweet as a colt taking its first steps." 

"Well, what's the problem with her?" said Charlotte. 

Billie then told the women that she had been missing since morning and he 
was supposed to be with her. Or, at least that was what his parents thought. 

"I'll tell you what," said Charlotte, looking the boy up and down, "I've got 
my horse with me. How about we go looking for her?" 

"Sounds all right to me," the lad said. 

"Do you want to saddle up and come with us?" Charlotte asked Betsy. 

"Hell no, Charlotte," Betsy said. "I've got a whole stable full of hot young 
men over on your side of the fence who're probably so busy jerking off that 
the horses are starving to death. Some of us do have to work, you know." 

"Suit yourself." 

"And, Charlotte...." Betsy took Charlotte by the arm, "about that other 
thing, your husband, don't worry, something will come up. If not, I'm sure 
we can arrange it. Maybe hang a homosexuality rape charge on him. I can 
think of a number of youngsters who'd be glad to lie for you." 

Charlotte smiled at her friend. The idea was an amusing one, but she really 
didn't feel vindictive toward Ambrose. He was an irritation, but if possible 
she did want to keep the outside world away from her gates. 

Charlotte mounted her horse and then Billie climbed on in back of her. He 
immediately put his arms around her waist, and they started off in a easy 
walk across the fields. 

It was only a few yards before the young man, well trained by the women, 
began to feel Charlotte up, looking for her nipples underneath the cloth. 
Charlotte decided to allow him to do that for as long as possible. She was 
feeling a little fucked out at the moment. 

It was so pleasant just riding along on her horse with this young man's 
hands feeling up her big tits. Charlotte felt like she could just close her 
eyes and let the horse go where it wanted. 

The boys hands were slipping down her stomach now and toward her crotch. Her 
cunt was feeling pretty sensitive after all the friction which had been 
created with Betsy and her pet dildo. Her clitoris, she imagined, was 
practically bruised. 

Without any hair to cover the area she imagined that the evidence of her 
exploit with her friend would be rather purple and evident. But the boy was 
being very gentle and soothing, his hands were like zephyrs between her legs 
there, already spread across the horse's back. 

The boy now unbuttoned her shirt so he could get to her bra, so that he 
could have her tits free to play with as they rode along. It was nice being 
exposed like that to the air, and her nipples were growing dark and erect 
again. 

They rode on like that and after some time, Charlotte realized that once 
again she was so turned on she wanted another bout. This time, though, with 
a real cock filled with real come. She licked her lips as the animal urges 
spread through her loins and made her mouth water. 

It had been quite a while since she had had anything with Billie. She 
remembered him as a good, strong fuck, a boy who had grown up in the 
country, a boy that could get one erection after another in a matter of 
minutes. That was the way that Charlotte liked them. For appetite for boy 
meat was insatiable. 

Already she had visions of boy cock in her eyes, in her mind's eye. She knew 
what she wanted and she had every intention of getting it. From the way he 
had immediately began to feel her up, to seek out her tits and her cunt, she 
figured he was hot to trot, too. 

"My dear boy," she said, "Why don't we rest the horse by that stream up 
ahead." 

Billie nibbled at Charlotte's ear, "I was wondering how long it would take 
you to suggest that." 

They both got off the horse and Charlotte tied the reins to a bush. They 
walked over to the stream and sat down on the soft moss, immediately they 
fell into a hot embrace and Charlotte's hand went right to the boy's crotch. 
She unzipped him as fast as she could and got his hard cock out. She did it 
fast and neat, she wanted her fuck right away. She had had enough foreplay 
and enough elongated orgasms. She was ready for a quick hard fuck. 

Billie seemed to see where she was at and unzipped her jodhpurs. His hand 
dug down into her pants and reached for her hairless cunt. His finger went 
right up inside and poked around. It was an intense feeling, and Charlotte 
was still well lubricated from all the fucking she had done with Betsy. 

"Shit," he said. "You're like a river in there. What the hell were you women 
doing in that barn all morning." 

Charlotte then told him in explicit detail and his response was he only 
wished he had arrived a little sooner. Charlotte told him any time he wanted 
a repeat performance, he would be most welcome. 

"I like audience participation," he said. 

Charlotte laughed at his urbane remark. Billie, coming from well-to-do 
parents and having gone to private school and spent some time in the city, 
he was slightly more sophisticated than the other boys who worked for her on 
her estates. But, also, he had been around her and Betsy longer than the 
others, and on slightly different terms. 

Their hands clutched at each other's genitals, and without even taking their 
clothes off Charlotte moved on top of the boy, positioned his cock and 
filled her cunt with it. The boy sighed with pleasure as her cunt walls 
flowed around his prick. 

They stopped the movement then for a long, wet kiss. 

It was then that they heard an odd noise. It was a low moan. 

Charlotte, fearful, that someone might be near, removed her cunt with some 
misgivings from the nice hard cock. She zipped up her pants and she saw also 
that Billie had followed suit. Quietly they got up and moved to where they 
had heard the sound. 

It was coming from a clump of bushes downstream only a few yards, and as 
they crept closer, they could hear a voice. Charlotte, her heart beating 
very fast, recognized it as the voice of her husband Ambrose. 

"You see this, honey," Ambrose was saying, "This is called a cock, and that, 
there, what you have is called a cunt." 

From where Charlotte and Billie were, they could see very well now. What 
they saw was Ambrose with his cock out of his pants, as big and red as it 
ever was going to get. A pretty little girl was examining the thing, and her 
skirt was hiked up above her hips so that they could see her hairless little 
pussy. 

Billie whispered into Charlotte's ear, "That's my sister, and she sure as 
hell knows what a cock is." 

Charlotte whispered back, "How does she know that?" 

Because I showed her last year." 

Charlotte suppressed a giggle. 

Charlotte and Billie watched the whole scene progress. It seemed obvious to 
them that Billie's little sister, although not as innocent as Ambrose 
thought, was definitely interested in the hard, long cock which he was so 
willingly displaying to her sweet, blue eyes. 

"What makes that thing so hard?" She asked, her eyes twinkling. 

"Well," said the sly old dog, "When it sees a pretty little girl like you, 
it gets that way. Go ahead and touch it." 

The little girl touched his prick and it twitched. She backed away. 

"Don't be afraid; it won't bite you. In fact, it likes you. Touch it again." 

This time Tricia took the cock into her hand and hefted it. She slid her 
fingers along the top of the shaft, and it twitched all the more. 

"I'll tell you a secret, honey," Ambrose said. "When it gets going really 
good, a fine, white cream comes out of the head." 

"Not really!" she exclaimed. "How can I make it do that?" 

"For one thing, you could run your hand up and down on it ... yes, just like 
that." 

The girl, feigning innocence, began to jerk Ambrose off. He, continuously 
talking and telling her how well she was doing, his hand slid down her belly 
and into her cunt. He began to diddle her clitoris and finger her cuntlips. 

He asked her how she liked that, and she replied that it felt good, although 
it tickled somewhat. 

They continued like that for some time, with the little girl running her 
gentle fingers up and down Ambrose's long cock and with him sticking his 
fingers in and out of her vagina and thumbing her clitty as if he were 
filing something. 

Charlotte had gotten so intent on watching this scene that she had almost 
forgotten about Billie. Billie hadn't forgotten about her, however, and he 
reached over and undid the front of her pants and sought out her little love 
button. 

Charlotte turned and smiled at him, getting the hint. She put her hand on 
his crotch and began to rub the sizeable bulge which had either remained 
from their interrupted encounter of the ground or reappeared at the sight of 
what Ambrose was doing with his younger sister. 

Suddenly Ambrose stopped diddling Tricia. "That's very nice what you are 
doing, my sweet, but wouldn't you like to taste that delicious cream that 
comes from my cock?" 

Tricia with a gleam on her face nodded her head. Then Ambrose told her to 
get into a kneeling position before his cock and start licking. She licked 
all up and down the thing, her little tongue working away on the throbbing 
member. 

Then Ambrose told her to take it into her mouth and suck it like a lollipop. 
This the girl did quite willingly, although the size of his dick made her 
cheeks stick out. 

Charlotte stole a glance at Billie and, although his hand was working like 
mad on her cunt, she could see that he was terribly intent on what was going 
on there behind the bushes. 

Charlotte understood the boy was really interested in his sister and he had 
probably wanted to fuck her for a long time. 

An idea came into Charlotte's head. She decided it would be worth the 
sacrifice of Billie for herself to watch him fucking his own sister. Her 
cunt by this time was so terribly aroused that she decided it wouldn't 
matter too much whose cock was thrusting in and out of it. 

Charlotte removed her hand from his cock which she had been rubbing, and 
then took Billie's hand out of her drawers. He looked at her in surprise, 
but she held her fingers to her lips. 

Taking his hand she stood up and led him into the clearing behind the bushes 
where Ambrose was being sucked off by Tricia. 

Ambrose nearly dropped dead with surprise. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" 

"Well," said Charlotte with no little amusement, "I certainly don't have to 
ask you that question, do I?" 

Tricia didn't seem to be bothered by the entrance of her brother and 
Charlotte; she didn't miss a stroke but continued to suck on Ambrose's cock 
that all of a sudden, in spite of her excellent blow job, was going limp in 
her mouth. 

Ambrose looked down at her and pushed her gently off the head of his cock. 

"All right, Charlotte," he said, "I was following you this morning. I wanted 
to see what you were up to and I came across this little girl. She was lost 
you see...." 

"You never were one for guile, that's one thing I can say about you, 
Ambrose. But, please, I don't wish to ruin your day. I want you to meet 
Tricia's brother, Billie." 

Billie glared at Ambrose who turned red. 

"All right, Charlotte," Ambrose threw up his hands, "you win." 

Charlotte laughed. "Go ahead, Billie, your little sister needs tending to." 

Billie walked over to his sister and embraced her, pulling her down on the 
ground with him. Charlotte grabbed Ambrose by the arm and pulled him over to 
sit on a rock. She told him to sit still and watch what would happen. 

Billie's hands were all over his sister's body. He immediately began to 
undress her, fondling her tiny little boobs and rubbing her stomach. He was 
covering her body with kisses as he undressed her, and Charlotte could see a 
trail of spit that he left with his tongue across the sweet flesh. 

Billie removed her skirt and the little girl, although surprised, was 
letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She had a big smile on her face 
and seemed to be extremely pleased with this new turn of events. 

Billie spread her legs to look at her cunt. Her cunt was as hairless as 
Charlotte's, even nicer, it seemed to him. The skin there was like baby 
skin. 

He began to explore her with his fingers, rubbing the cuntlips together and 
diddling her little clitty. It made the little girl squirm and wriggle her 
ass on the ground, but she was also reaching out for her brother, trying to 
feel his body underneath his clothes. 

Billie stood up and quickly undressed himself, never taking his eyes off the 
naked and willing body of his sister. He had wanted her for a long time and 
when he had removed his slacks and his underwear the condition of his cock 
was evidence of that. 

Charlotte looked at Ambrose, whose face seemed to be a yardstick of 
disappointment. She decided the only thing to do was to cheer him up, so she 
placed one of her hands in his crotch. 

He looked at her with surprise, but he was in no condition to be pround, and 
allowed her to unzip his pants and fish out his cock. Charlotte quickly 
worked on the member, getting it back into shape. 

Billie was now squatting between the spread legs of his sister, his head 
quickly ducked down to her quim, and Charlotte watched him as he pressed his 
lips to it for a kiss. 

Ambrose moaned beside her, and she saw that the man was already dreadfully 
aroused. She wondered if she should suck him off and then decided against 
that because it would make it hard for her to watch the wonderful fucking 
that Tricia was about to get from her own brother. 

The two of them were so lovely to look at, very similar in appearance. Both 
blond-haired and blue-eyed and with fine, slim bodies. Billie's blond head 
was now moving like crazy around in that girlish twat. 

And she was loving every minute of it. She wanted all the tongue he could 
give her and more. Her legs thrashed about and finally hooked themselves 
around his neck where they held him in a viselike grip. 

Her little hands clutched at his hair as he ate her out, slurping up the 
young juices that flowed from her sweet pussy. 

Charlotte pulled Ambrose from the rock and pushed him onto his back. He 
wasn't feeling any remorse now. He was too turned on by all the events that 
had just happened, not to mention the handling of his wife. 

Charlotte pulled her jodhpurs down far enough so her cunt was fully exposed 
and then she squatted down on the waiting cock of her husband. She 
maneuvered her body and screwed his cock into her cunt, taking it in one 
thrust of her hips and one drive of her cunt all the way up to his balls. 

Ambrose moaned and tried to pull her down onto his chest. She wouldn't allow 
that, but stayed in a sitting position on his cock, skewered on his 
throbbing prick. 

She loved the feeling, and she whispered to him she wanted him to play with 
her cl is while she fucked him. She didn't even have to look at her husband. 
She bounced up and down on his cock and felt his fingers playing with her 
clitty, but her face was turned to Billie and Tricia. 

He was still kissing her on the cunt, but now he was moving upward, kissing 
her stomach and up to her breasts where he stopped to suck and caress. He 
even licked her under the armpits and sucked there, making the girl giggle 
from the feelings. 

But now he pressed his mouth to her mouth. It was a terrible kiss of passion 
and it was clear to Charlotte as she rammed her body down on her husband's 
rod that now he was going to take her fully. 

Billie spread his sister's legs again and positioned himself to mount her. 
He fiddled with his cock down at her cunt, and it was a kind of desperate 
moment there while he looked for the entrance. 

But finally his cockhead was inserted in her tight little hole and he was 
ready to enter her fully. He pushed in a little and then more and then more. 
The girl cried out in pain. It appeared that she had never really been 
fucked before, although probably she had had lots of fingers up there. 

Her brother's cock was gaining more and more of her cuntal territory, and he 
seemed to be totally absorbed in doing just that. 

He gave her a little time to relax, and then he took the full plunge and 
entered her as far as he could go. The girl sighed with relief as her 
brother began to drive his cock home to her. 

At first she didn't do anything but kind of lie still underneath the 
advances and retreats of his pulsating organ. But after a few minutes of 
humping, she began to be stimulated terribly and she raised her ass up to 
meet the charges of her brother. 

She threw her arms around his neck, and he slid his hands underneath her ass 
so he could lift her up farther onto his cock. 

Charlotte was so aroused she nearly orgasmed right then and there. To stop 
herself, because she wanted to cum with the children, she looked down at the 
distorted face of her husband. He was overcome with lust, lust not for her 
but just the need to have satisfaction. 

His hands were pulling and tugging at her tits even though they were still 
covered not only be her shirt but by her bra. It was very anonymous, 
Charlotte thought; he was almost like a dildo at that point. 

But she kept raising her body and bouncing it down on the vehicle of his 
hard need. She watched Billie and Tricia for signs of orgasm. It seemed that 
it would be very soon now. Yes, they were beginning to get wild in their 
fucking. 

Billie seemed to forget what he was doing. His ass tightened as he gorged 
his sister's cunt with his cock. The girl was moaning and curling her toes. 

Charlotte watched them intently as they began to go off. She told Ambrose to 
play with her clitoris again. That was all the stimulus she needed then, and 
she felt herself losing touch with her own flesh. She shoved her body down 
on the cock beneath her. Ambrose was shaking his head from side to side and 
now he, too, was frantically raising his body, trying to push his cock in 
further and further and fuck faster and faster. 

Charlotte went off in a shower of lust, ripping his hands away and grabbing 
at her own cunt, still watching the couple having their orgasm together. The 
little girl and the little boy writhing with pleasure and desire all over 
the ground. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When her orgasm receded, and when she was sure Ambrose had finished with his 
and he lay with his eyes closed, humping up into her spasmodically, she 
looked down at his face. 

"Ambrose," she whispered, "I have come to a decision." 

He opened his eyes to see her face. He now was brought back to a world of 
fallen plans. 

"I realize," Charlotte said, "that you have gotten yourself into trouble, 
that you owe someone a lot of money, and that they will be angry if you 
don't pay up. All right, I will lend you the money, but you will have to pay 
it back. You will pay it back from the earnings of the cattle ranch I'm 
going to give to you outside of Buenos Aires." 

"But, Charlotte!" he exclaimed trying to get up. "No, no. Don't thank me," 
she said, firmly implanting herself on his prick again. "It's the least I 
can do for my husband who had been my guiding light all these years." 

Ambrose didn't say anything, but he smiled. There didn't seem to be anything 
else to do about it. Besides, that hairless cunt of his wife had felt 
awfully good and he wasn't much in the mood to argue with it. 

Charlotte glanced at the two children who were showering each other with 
kisses. Little Tricia was down at her brother's cock, licking it 
voraciously, slurping up his cum and her own female juices. 

They were so pretty together that Charlotte couldn't help envying them their 
youth for a moment. 

Tricia and Billie walked across the field arm in arm toward their house. 
They had promised Charlotte a visit in the near future, and she was already 
looking forward to a possible threesome in the comfort of her big, beautiful 
bed. 

Ambrose had parked his car on a nearby road, and so he left Charlotte to 
ride home by herself. However, as soon as she rode into the stable, she saw 
his car was at the house. 

He was waiting to talk to her. He wanted to know if she had meant what she 
had said. 

Charlotte confirmed it wasn't a joke, he could take it or leave it. 

Without Charlotte's help, Ambrose was aware he would be no better off than 
any other poor slob with no skill or no college education. Ambrose had known 
nothing but luxury since the day he had met Charlotte. 

And he was much too old by now to hold any chance of meeting another woman 
like her. Women like her wanted their bed partners young and pretty. They 
wanted firm, youthful bodies with persistent erections and eager tongues. 

They wanted almost a Bacchanal of sexuality. And Ambrose knew it made him 
undesirable to his wife, his flagging sexual powers. 

Charlotte began to make arrangements for Ambrose right away and he, seeing 
she had meant her word, made preparations to leave the estate and, indeed, 
the country. 

He was filled with fears and uncertainty. He knew nothing about the country, 
the people, and didn't know a word of the language. And yet, as time wore on 
to his departure date, he felt an odd excitation seeping through his bones, 
tantalizing him. 

Perhaps, he thought to himself, it would give him a chance to grow up, a 
chance he seemed to have missed when he had met Charlotte. 

And Charlotte, for her part, felt no malice toward her husband. She was a 
forgiving sort of person, and she was anxious to see the man do something 
positive in his life. She also had some doubts as to whether he would be 
able to accomplish anything in South America. She knew she was making a bad 
business bargain, that she was preparing herself for a loss of significant 
holdings. 

But Charlotte was more interested in people than in the economics of the 
situation. Perhaps she felt responsible in some ways for Ambrose and his 
degeneracy. But, looking back across the years, she could think of nothing 
she could have done to change or to remedy the state he had come to. 

She could have ignored the feelings he had aroused in her groin and married 
someone her own age, her own station. No, she thought. No, it was wrong to 
dwell on the past as if it were something one can alter. 

What had happened all those years ago, for better or for worse, was a zone 
to which no one had any access. It was better to concentrate on the present, 
to concentrate on all of the pleasures that were available. 

Charlotte Walder, she said to herself, although you have fooled the mirror 
and staved off the ravages of time for a long time, there's going to come a 
day when you will look your age.... 

A day when maybe all those lovely young men wouldn't be so willing to suck 
your hairless twat. A day when those large, soft breasts might begin to sag 
and wrinkle.... 

The woman sighed and looked out the window at the sun that was sifting down 
behind the earth. Better yes, she thought, to live for this hour and to love 
as much as possible. 

That November morning when Charlotte Walder woke up, she noticed there was a 
deep frost covering the grounds around her mansion. Next to her on one side 
was the chocolaty smooth skin of the sleeping Timmy and the platinum locks 
of his friend on the other side. 

She lay between, and the three of them were all naked. She had grown fond, 
very fond, of the two friends, and they had become devoted to her. There was 
nothing in the world they wouldn't do for her. 

And she could think of a lot of things. Only the night before she had had 
the pleasure of their two mouths eating out her cunt. Their tongues seemed 
to compete for the female juices she secreted. 

Their exuberance to taste her had made her laugh, but it had also thrilled 
her to her very marrow. 

Now that Ambrose was gone and had been gone for several weeks, Charlotte 
felt like a school girl. She felt like she would stay young forever. She had 
to caution herself, knowing that it would be harder and harder to be 
youthful-looking, to be attractive all the time. 

She had a theory that the almost constant sexual stimulation that she 
enjoyed was a fountain of youth of sorts. Charlotte Walder was something of 
a scarab, a creature that absorbed the vibrant life from her consorts, from 
the terribly young men who shared her bed. 

Timmy opened his eyes and looked at her face. His mouth widened into a broad 
grin and he touched her hand. 

"Good morning, Ma'am," he said, "I was having the most wonderful dream." 

"Tell me about it, little love," Charlotte crooned, her hand caressing his 
dark face, the skin smooth as a water-worn stone. 

"Well, I dreamed of lots of people, mostly the people that live here on the 
farms. We seemed to be riding, all of us, and it was a clear, crisp morning 
... just like this morning." 

"You were dreaming of a hunt," Charlotte said. 

"Yes, I suppose that was what it was. Whatever, it was really fun, and 
afterwards everyone warmed themselves by a big fire." 

The dreamy look in the boy's eye made Charlotte smile, but it also gave her 
an idea. Why not have a hunt? Of course it would be a rather small affair, 
none of her boys on the estate were familiar with the etiquette and the 
tremendous ritual of the hunt. What it would amount to would be a day of 
riding ending with a supper and revelry. 

Her boys certainly deserved some fun. They worked hard every day, and they 
all provided her with a devoted love. 

Benjy was now awakening on the other side of her and Charlotte sat up, 
propping the pillows against the low headboard of her huge bed. 

"Listen, my loves," she said, crossing her hands. "I have an idea, an idea 
that was inspired by your dream, Timmy. I think I shall plan a hunt. It will 
be next week and everyone will participate. It will begin very early in the 
morning and will end at shortly after sundown, at which time we will return 
to the ballroom which will be prepared for a sumptuous feast. The fire in 
the great hall will be lit, and perhaps I will even hire a string quartet so 
that we can have dancing." 

"A string quartet?" said Timmy with a scowl. "Couldn't we make it a little 
more jazzy?" 

"You are impudent, aren't you?" Charlotte said with a giggle, her hand 
resting in his crotch. 

"It's just that none of us know any of that kind of dancing, Ma'am, and I 
could sure get into dancing some hot numbers." 

Charlotte thought about that and agreed to get a band that would suit her 
present company. After all, she reasoned, this was hardly going to be an 
affair for the Four Hundred. And it certainly wasn't going to make the 
society pages. 

She chuckled to herself to think of the assorted sizes and youthful ages, 
the boys almost all from extremely poor families, some of them even orphans. 

She continued to discuss the details with the two young men, and they all 
became very excited about the prospect of the hunt and the hunt supper. 

Charlotte rang for the maid, and soon she knocked at the door. She asked the 
girl to come in. It was the same girl her husband had seduced that fateful 
night. 

Charlotte noticed the way that Timmy was looking at her. The boys, who were 
now fully turned on to sex, were quite aware of pretty girls. 

Charlotte herself, through Timmy's appreciation, looked at the girl for the 
first time and noticed she was very pretty indeed. 

The girl was not at all shocked by her mistress lying in bed with two naked 
little boys. Since the departure of Ambrose, Charlotte had become less and 
less cautious about who knew what. 

"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" the girl said, nodding her head to Timmy and 
then Charlotte. 

"What is your name?" asked Timmy. 

Charlotte looked at Timmy with some caution. "Hush, my child," she said. 
"You may be in my bed, but you must remember from whence the invitation 
comes. If you are patient, you will have everything that you desire." 

The boy settled down against the pillows, a little miffed at the situation. 

"Go ahead, dear," Charlotte said, "tell the boy your name." 

"My name is Karin, Ma'am." 

"All right, Karin, I want you to make us some breakfast, and make sure the 
tray you bring upstairs has three kinds of jellies or preserves on it." 

The girl nodded her Head again and then turned to depart. 

Charlotte then turned to Timmy. "You like that girl, do you?" 

"She's all right," he said. 

"Don't pout, my little friend. I'm sorry I embarrassed you, but I can't have 
you thinking that all the servant girls in my service are at your disposal. 
Be patient. Learn to be patient, and you will have everything you want." 

Charlotte then kissed him on the top of his head, and he put his arms around 
her waist and pushed his head between her tits. Charlotte felt a hand moving 
inside her legs, and she turned around to face a smiling Benjy. 

"Ah, there you are! You've been so quiet this morning," she said. 

"Actions speak louder than words," the boy said. 

"Indeed," purred Charlotte, feeling the hand which was rubbing her cunt. 

The maid returned after a while with the tray. She put it down at a bedside 
service, and then made as if to go. 

"Just a moment, Karin," she said. "Why don't you stay and have breakfast 
with us?" 

Karin's face broke out into a big smile and she sat down on the bed. "Do you 
mind, Ma'am, if I take my clothes off, too? I do so like to have my clothes 
off." 

Oh, please, be our guest," Charlotte said, liking the girl already. 

The girl then stood up and rapidly began to remove her clothes, and when she 
was naked, Charlotte marveled at her body. She was really lovely. The boys, 
of course, were immediately aroused by the sight of the pretty woman 
undressing before them, and Charlotte felt each of their cocks and found 
that they were extremely hard. 

Charlotte then told the girl to hop into bed next to Timmy and they would 
have breakfast. Charlotte, however, climbed to the side of the bed and took 
a jar of strawberry preserves into her hand. 

She threw the covers back on the bed and got a good look at the enormous 
erection Timmy was sporting. She hefted his cock in her hand and began to 
smear the jelly all over it. 

Timmy looked a trifle surprised at her action, but the girl smiled. "Karin, 
I hope I can talk you into a taste of this delicious strawberry." 

Karin needed no more invitation than that, and her head swooped down between 
Timmy's legs. Timmy spread his legs farther so the girl would have a better 
go at the hard-on covered with strawberry jelly. Charlotte didn't neglect 
his balls and even greased his asshole with the stuff. 

Karin began to lick the strawberry cock all over, her tongue became covered 
with the strawberry preserves as she licked and slurped it all up. Timmy was 
loving the feeling of her ministrations, and he began to moan and groan. 

Benjy moved over and got behind Karin. His hand began to fondle her cunt. 
Charlotte handed him a jar of elderberry jelly, and he took his cue from 
her. He began to apply that jelly to Karin's cunt, pushing it up her asshole 
and rubbing it all over her cuntlips and up inside her vagina. 

When he was finished, he climbed underneath the girl and began to tongue the 
jelly off her cunt. Karin responded immediately by sinking her head over 
Timmy's cock and taking it fully into her mouth. 

She squirmed around under the mouth of Benjy, and Charlotte could see her 
toes curling with the wonderful feeling she was getting in her cunt. 

Benjy, for his part, was enjoying the cunt soaked in jelly, and the sound of 
his lapping was loud and hungry. 

Benjy was lying on his back with his face stuck in Karin's cunt, so 
Charlotte took the last jar of jelly and moved in on his hardened organ. 

She enjoyed touching the boy and covering his crotch with the jelly. Again, 
she thought to herself, how pretty this area was. A real beauty of a prick 
the boy had and a lovely set of balls to go with it. She played with the 
organs as she smoothed them over with the sticky substance and her mouth 
began to water in anticipation of the taste treat she was about to have. 

When she felt she had applied a sufficient amount of jelly she moved in for 
breakfast. Her tongue began with the boy's piss slit. It darted in and out 
and stimulated the bulbous head of his cock, then she moved up and down, 
thrilling the boy with hard licks of her tongue. 

They all lay in such a way that they were like a train of tongues. Only 
Timmy was sitting up and didn't have his tongue in someone's twat. He 
complained of this, so Charlotte had them get into a circle so that Timmy 
could place his face in her cunt. 

She handed him a jar of jelly and he began to apply it to her hairless cunt. 
She loved the way his fingers, felt sliding over the expanse of her twat. 
They stopped and diddled her clitoris, making fire in her loins, making her 
cunt contract from the stimulation. 

Then the boy began to lick the tender membrane of her cuntlips, slurping the 
jelly into his mouth and stimulating the hell out of Charlotte in the 
interim. How wonderful that boy had learned how to lick and suck. He pressed 
his lips deep into her vagina and stuck his tongue inside to explore the 
walls of her cunt. 

Charlotte squirmed and began to suck harder on Benjy's cock. Benjy, in turn, 
began to eat out Karin furiously, and Karin, of course, had really gotten 
into sucking on Timmy's black cock. The whole room was filled with the odor 
of sugared jellies and sexual secretions. The noises that the hungry mouths 
were making sounded like the lapping of sea against the shore. 

Charlotte concentrated on the light-haired balls that were before her. She 
took them into her mouth and swished them and sucked them gently. The boy k 
ally loved it when she did it, and his thigh muscles tightened around her 
neck. 

Charlotte heard Karin. It seemed the girl was already beginning to cum. She 
was making queer, moaning noises on the black cock she was sucking. 
Charlotte could see her legs flailing about as she went off in a shower of 
lustful movements. 

Charlotte wished she could see the girl better, but then she was comforted 
by Timmy's terrible tongue which was driving her up the wall with desire. It 
sidled up and down her cuntlips. Now and then he latched onto her clitoris 
and began to suck. 

It was almost too much, and Charlotte couldn't stand it any longer as she, 
too, began to go into a shower of spasmodic climbing. Her body filled with 
fire, and she sucked like a demon on the cock in her mouth. 

Her orgasm pushed her farther and farther into a grasping need. She, too, 
mumbled obscenities with the humping cock in her mouth. 

She screwed her eyes shut and let the tongue take her all the way home. But 
she never stopped sucking, and soon the throbbing cock that filled her mouth 
was shooting its load of hot cum down her throat. 

The taste of the jelly and the sperm was wonderful to her, and she swallowed 
it all with delight. Meanwhile Timmy still had not given Karin his load of 
boy sauce, so now that Karin had had an orgasm and Charlotte had had an 
orgasm, and Benjy had had an orgasm, Benjy and Charlotte left their posts to 
watch Karin suck off Timmy into ecstatic oblivion. 

The girl had a wonderful technique of blowing and sucking at the same time. 
Timmy's eyes just rolled back in his head with pleasure as the girl 
continued to fill her mouth with air and then let her cheeks contract around 
his rampaging cock. 

Benjy was playing with Charlotte's cunt as they watched Karin with the cock 
in her mouth. She now began to bob her head up and down, taking the whole 
cock all the way down into her throat. She seemed not to gag at all, and 
Charlotte figured the girl had had some practice. 

The boy was crazy with the pleasurable feeling this woman was giving him. 
His body was thrashing around on the bed. Charlotte and Benjy decided to 
hold him down, so this pushed his body down into the mattress, not allowing 
him to move; not even to hump his cock into the warm, expert mouth. 

Then Karin just went wild with her sucking and blowing and licking. Her 
tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and the noises she made sounded like 
she was giving the boy the sucking of his life. 

It was obvious that here was a girl who liked her cocksucking and was damn 
good at it, too. She had a very fast mouth, and she was making Timmy vibrate 
with feeling. 

Charlotte saw then that the boy was cumming. He began to ejaculate into the 
hot mouth that was working on him, shooting about a gallon of hot boy sperm 
into her waiting jaws. The girl swallowed and swallowed, gulping down the 
load that he had burst in her like it was the precious water of life. 

Her hands squeezed his balls as if to elicit more of the milkweedy fluid 
into her hungry mouth. 

When she was sure she had sucked all of the cum out of his cock and milked 
him dry, she continued to lick along the base of his cock and down his 
thighs to clean him up. 

The boy just lay back on the cushion. It looked to Charlotte as if he had 
passed out from the marvelous stimulation and the wonderful orgasm Karin had 
given him. But he was just swimming in a sea of fulfillment, and he soon 
opened his eyes and smiled at the girl who was still licking between his 
legs. 

Charlotte thought to herself that sometime she would like to get the girl to 
herself. Anyone who could suck cock that good could probably do a real nice 
job on another pussy. 

But in the meantime she decided she had better get to work planning for the 
hunt. She slapped the girl playfully on her ass and said, "All right, little 
cocksucker, that's enough. These boys have got to get to work, and so do you 
and I." 

They all got up and got dressed then. As the girl was leaving Charlotte said 
to her, "Karin, I would like you to bring me a pot of coffee. I'll be in my 
study." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Karin then left the room, and soon so did Benjy and Timmy. Charlotte began 
to dress herself. First she went into the shower and bathed, and then she 
began to apply the creams and oils that she used to keep age from her skin. 

Wrapped in a towel, she went to her massive closets to choose what she would 
wear. She decided that she would wear an elaborate silk embroidered robe. 

After she was properly attired, she went into her study and waited for Karin 
to bring the coffee. 

Karin appeared, looking as if she might have taken some time to tidy up 
after her cocksucking of the morning. Charlotte smiled at her and asked her 
to sit down and have a cup with her. 

"Karin," she said, "I like you. I would like to do something for you. How 
old are you?" 

"I'm twenty-three, Ma'am." 

"Twenty-three? How long have you been working for me?" 

"Only six months, Ma'am." 

"Well, you seem to be a clever girl. Do you think that you could manage the 
position of my secretary?" 

"My goodness, Ma'am, I don't know." 

"It involves an incredible amount of work, you know, but it also has more 
benefits than that of a maid." 

"It's more than I could ever dream for, Ma'am." 

"There's something else, too. I think that I probably would have to send you 
to school for a while. You would need to learn at least one other language 
besides English, and there's a great deal more." 

The girl was beside herself with pleasure. She. was so happy she fell on her 
knees and took Charlotte's feet in her hands and began to kiss them. 

In the commotion, Charlotte's robe fell open, exposing her cunt to Karin. 

Karin looked at the cunt. Charlotte smiled at her. "That's right darling, 
not my feet, my cunt. Kiss my cunt darling." 

Karin licked" her lips. "I've never done that to another woman before. But I 
must admit that your cunt looks delicious." 

"Taste it, Karin, taste it." 

Karin then moved in between her mistress's leg and sniffed the cuntal area. 
It smelled wonderful, clean and womanly. Her tongue slid out of her mouth 
and made contact with the alabaster thighs. It then moved to the cuntlips 
and began a slow inspection of the whole pussy. 

Karin used one of her fingers to diddle Charlotte's clitoris, and soon Karin 
began to really get into the experience of eating out another woman's cunt. 
It tasted good to her, better even than the flesh of a cock. 

There was a sweet, musty taste to Charlotte's pussy, and the girl began to 
lap up the juices that flowed down from it. Her hands latched onto 
Charlotte's thighs and she held them in a viselike grip The purple flesh of 
Charlotte's cuntlips looked so delicious to her that she began to suck them, 
then she pressed her lips against those lips and crammed her tongue up 
inside the flexing and flowing vagina. 

It felt so warm to her tongue inside Charlotte's pussy, all warm and velvety 
and her tongue plied farther and farther, arching into the dark secret 
place. 

Charlotte was enjoying this treatment very much, she gently stroked the 
girl's head and relaxed on the feeling of her tongue and her lips. She was 
in no hurry to have an orgasm since she had had one only an hour before. She 
just let the feelings flutter over her loins and her cunt and let Karin's 
tongue totally control her flesh. 

Karin continued to lick and suck, and the secretions of Charlotte's body 
dripped down her chin. Karin tried all kinds of methods and approaches to 
cunt-lapping, circles and little flicking strokes and little pushing 
strokes. She sucked gently and she sucked hard. She sucked for all she was 
worth, and from the way Charlotte had begun to tremble, she knew her sucking 
had been successful. 

Charlotte shook all over and her hands reached out for support as her orgasm 
ripped through her body. 

"I'm CUMMING, AAAHHH," she screamed, and she humped her body up furiously 
into Karin's mouth and used her hands to push the head deep into her cunt. 

Her orgasm exploded in her groin and she floated away, pawing the earth and 
screaming with passionate need. It lasted for seconds. Longer and longer it 
went on, getting more and more intense, filling her head with delirious 
expressions and visions of obscene proportions. She yelled dirty words at 
Karin; she yelled about fucking and sucking. 

She went mad with her orgasm. It seemed like it would continue forever, 
bleeding her of her humanity, of her body. But it was wonderful, wonderful, 
the total surrender and ecstasy of her flesh was divine. 

Long after her orgasm, the girl continued to lick and suck. Charlotte 
deduced that this girl liked to suck and lick so much she would do it 
continuously for hours, not really caring if she herself had an orgasm or 
even if the person she was sucking had an orgasm. 

Charlotte made a mental note to introduce Karin soon to Betsy, who was 
another person like that. Charlotte envisioned a sucking marathon between 
her two friends, perhaps after the hunt, when all the boys smelled like 
horses and their own sweat. 

The thought was an exciting one, and Charlotte was suddenly anxious to begin 
her work on the hunt. Before she could do this, though, there were a number 
of other affairs she had to attend to. 

She pulled the girl away from her cunt and asked her to have a cup of 
coffee. They talked for a while and Charlotte found out some of her 
background. The girl did turn out to be a rather intelligent person, who had 
even had a little education. 

It seemed she had been forced by the poverty of her mother to go to work, to 
stop school. Charlotte assured her that everything was going to be different 
from now on, as long as she gave Charlotte the devotion and service that she 
needed. 

The girl couldn't believe what had happened to her, and so excited was she 
and so amused by the irony of what had happened to her with Charlotte's 
husband that she felt she had to tell Charlotte about Ambrose and his cock 
extender. 

Karin went into the story in detail and even told how the man had then 
immediately ignored her. Charlotte listened to the story with some 
amusement, especially the part about the cock extender. She hadn't suspected 
that Ambrose was into devices. 

Charlotte then confided in the girl, told her of her penchant for young boys 
and told Karin how imperative it was that she be discreet. They talked for a 
long time and Charlotte learned all about Karin, and Karin began to develop 
an admiration for the woman with the hairless cunt. 

When the girl finally left Charlotte to her work, she was very happy, 
exhilarated. And Charlotte was terribly pleased at the way things were 
working out. 

It seemed that her life was getting better and better. The outside world 
became more and more remote to her and intruded less and less in her private 
space now that Ambrose was gone. 

She had gotten a letter from Ambrose. It had been a long letter and it 
sounded hopeful. It sounded almost as if Ambrose was finally growing up. 

He had said, however, that he had met a woman down there whom he was in love 
with. She was an Argentine woman, and he wanted to marry her. 

Consequently, Ambrose wished to arrange for a divorce. Charlotte wrote back 
to him then and said it would be all right with her and that she hoped 
Ambrose would find happiness. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

They had been riding all day. The weather had been perfect for the hunt, the 
dogs raring to go, the horses full of spunk. Their number had been about 
thirty, since Charlotte had invited a few other people. 

Tricia and Billie were invited, and Betsy led the hunt cross country. It 
really turned out to be more of a circus on horseback, and there were all 
kinds of stops made in various places. 

When the sun began to go down, the group rode back to the main house where a 
roaring fire was going in the main ballroom-hall. There were tables of 
exquisite food and hundreds of bottles of wine and champagne. 

And, as Charlotte had promised, there was a band that would be more 
appropriate. As it turned out she had hired some young relatives of Timmy's, 
so that there were now four handsome, young black musicians playing various 
jazz tunes. 

After everyone had had a glass of champagne, and Charlotte had rested 
herself, the dancing began. Of course there were many more young men than 
there were young women, but that didn't seem to bother anybody too much. 

Everyone knew what the score was, and it wasn't long before people began to 
remove more and more of their clothing. Billie and Tricia were dancing very 
close, and his hand was down low on her ass, reaching toward her cunt. 

Charlotte thought to herself that he was being rather possessive of his 
sister, so she walked over to him. 

"Billie, my darling, you're not being terribly sociable. Why don't you give 
someone else a chance to dance with your sister?" 

Jon was standing nearby and he looked pleased at the opportunity to dance 
with the pretty little girl. Billie didn't look too happy about it, but 
Charlotte signaled to Karin, who came over to dance with the handsome young 
man. 

After a while, when Charlotte saw Karin taking Billie by the hand and 
leading him over to a corner, she knew that Billie was pleased. Karin 
immediately unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. She then commenced to 
suck his cock giving him a thoroughly pleasing, thoroughly public blow job. 

Kevin approached Charlotte, his handsome young eyes looked into her eyes 
longingly. He had pursued her the whole day. Charlotte knew now that the boy 
wanted her so badly he was losing his mind. 

He had pursued her for weeks, and she had put him off. She had allowed him 
countless orifices of her body, but she hadn't allowed him to fuck her cunt. 

This amusing cat and mouse game had had a devastating effect on young Kevin. 
He was hopelessly in love with Charlotte, and he wanted her cunt more than 
he wanted life itself. 

Charlotte decided at that moment that she was going to lead him on no 
farther, but that very day she would allow him access to her cunt. 

"Would you care to dance, my darling?" she asked him, looking into his face 
provocatively. 

They began to dance, and Charlotte ground her body against the boy's already 
hard bulge. Charlotte slipped her hand, then, between them, and she began to 
rub that attractive bulge. 

The boy began to kiss her neck and suck on her ear. Charlotte was excited 
herself about the fucking they were going to get into. She knew that he 
would be wonderful for her. 

"My dear Kevin," she whispered, "I have decided you have waited long enough 
for my pussy. I will give it to you now. We will celebrate my cunt and your 
cock by introducing them." 

"Oh, Charlotte," the boy stuttered, "I mean, please let me call you 
Charlotte-that's what I call you in my sleep. That's what I call you when I 
jerk off thinking about your cunt. You will forgive me, won't you?" 

"You may call me Charlotte, but remember, when we're in public, I am your 
mistress and you are my stable boy. When we are in bed, you may call me what 
you like." 

"Charlotte, I need you so badly. Let's go to your room now and fuck. Please, 
Charlotte." 

Charlotte laughed at the boy's desperation. "My little friend, you have 
waited so long, I think you can wait a few moments longer." 

Charlotte glanced over to the corner where Karin had taken Billie. She saw 
the woman was really going to town on his cock now, and the boy was 
squirming in delight. Gone from his mind now was the thought of his sister. 
The only thing he was conscious of now was the wonderful pressure of Karin's 
mouth on his cock. 

She looked around, and she saw Jon had sat down with Billie's sister, and he 
was busy with his hand going up her skirt toward the young freshness of her 
cunt. 

Betsy was involved in what appeared to be an interesting conversation with 
the inseparable Timmy and Benjy. Meanwhile the band played on, and as 
Charlotte surveyed the room, it seemed that all of her young men and young 
women she had invited, most of the girls being servants on her estate, were 
beginning to turn toward a sexual nature within themselves. 

There was a spark of excitement in the air that was growing larger and 
larger, and Charlotte saw that very soon the whole thing was going to turn 
into a wild orgy. 

Betsy was already looking a little intoxicated, so Charlotte was not very 
surprised when she unzipped Benjy's pants and poured a glass of champagne 
over his cock. 

The boy jumped up and down and then grabbed Betsy around the waist. Betsy 
laughed and fell over on a sofa. She pulled the boy on top of her and began 
to kiss him passionately. 

Charlotte sat on a love seat with Kevin, who seemed to have eyes only for 
her, he seemed oblivious of all the beginnings of sexual play going on all 
around him. 

Because now Kevin's hand was between Charlotte's leg and his hand was 
working its way up her creamy thigh toward the hairless cunt that he knew 
was there. He would try to arouse her so much she would beg him to fuck her. 

His cock was already like a board pressed up against his abdomen. His balls 
were itching and aching for the woman, for the moist receptacle of her twat. 
How long had he thought of that place, how many times had his prick ached to 
be inside her, arching toward her womb. 

And now it was just beyond reach. His hand now rested on her warm snatch. 
Charlotte, when she had arrived back from the hunt, had changed her 
clothing. She now wore a silver lame evening gown that was loose in the 
skirt but very revealing of all of the curves of her body and the deep 
cleavage of her large tits. 

The dress made her sparkle, and it made the boy hunger for her naked flesh. 
He wanted her nude, he wanted full access to her cunt, to her breasts. He 
wanted her so badly he would have raped her if she had put him off any 
longer. 

And he knew she wanted him, too. But she had only lengthened and 
strengthened their desire for each other by extending the time before his 
cock would slide up inside of her and fuck the living shit out of her. 

His hand clutched at her snatch, his thumb dug into her clitoris. Charlotte 
jumped. "My goodness, don't do that so hard-you're hurting me." 

"Of, forgive me," he said, "but I need so badly to have you, I'm going out 
of my mind." 

"Well, if it's that bad, then take me. I'm all yours and you will have my 
undivided attentions." 

"Here? With all these people?" he asked incredulously. 

And then Kevin looked around and saw what was happening. He saw Betsy 
nearby, and she was being fucked in the cunt by Benjy and fucked up the ass 
by Timmy. She was enjoying herself immensely and so were they. They were 
taking all she had to give, and she was giving them more and more. 

They looked like they were on a seesaw, the way they were humping her back 
and forth. Their hands were all over her body, squeezing and grabbing at her 
nipples, and she looked like she was in rapture. 

Charlotte called out to Betsy. 

"I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself, my dear." 

Betsy turned as best she could to talk to Charlotte, "I just love these 
cocks fucking me. You can't believe how much." 

Charlotte laughed at her friend and watched her wriggle her hips as the 
young men smashed in and out of the two orifices. 

Jon was going down on Tricia, who was loving every minute of what his tongue 
was doing to her. Her little legs were wrapped around his neck, and her body 
was just about off the ground with excitement. 

Her brother had already cum once into the talented mouth of Karin, and Karin 
was still sucking like crazy on his cock, it looked to Charlotte that she 
would be quite successful in getting another mouthful of sperm really soon. 

Now, right underneath her feet were two young men who worked in the 
greenhouse, they had with them a pretty young girl who worked in the 
kitchen, they were busy competing for a taste of her cunt. 

Everywhere Charlotte pointed out to Kevin there were a variety of sexual 
performances going on. It wasn't long before everyone in the room was 
participating in some way. The band had stopped playing. They had not been 
able to concentrate on the music with so much going on. 

The four young men were now totally naked and running around the room, not 
believing what they were seeing. Although there was a shortage of women, 
everybody seemed content. 

Karin had stopped sucking off Billie. She got up and went to the table where 
all the food was. She walked over to where Jon was busy sucking off Tricia, 
carrying a big piece of strawberry shortcake. She pulled Jon's head out of 
the girl's twat and stuffed the cake up the girl. 

Then she pushed Jon back in there, and he continued to eat her out, this 
time with a renewed gusto. 

Everybody took their cue from that and there was a rush at the food table. 
Food was being plastered all over cocks and cunts and tits, and everybody 
was suddenly ravenously hungry. 

Charlotte found herself laughing hysterically at the young people and their 
crazy antics. She glanced at Betsy and saw she was becoming very frantic as 
were the two young men fucking her. She was getting it off and taking them 
with her. 

Their cocks came out of her, inflamed and red, and then shoved back inside 
her with desperate need to be pressed into her warm flesh. 

Now the three of them were coming together in a flurry of frantic movement. 
Charlotte clapped her hands as she watched her friend jumping all over and 
trying to suck into her body the flesh of the boys' rampaging cocks. 

Charlotte, in her viewing of the orgy going on around her, had almost 
completely forgotten Kevin. But Kevin was now between her legs and he was 
lifting her skirt to get a taste of her moist cunt. 

She felt his trembling hands sliding up the inside of her thighs and she 
spread her legs so that he could get into her better. His tongue flicked 
across her clitoris and slid down the sides of her cuntlips. 

For a long time he licked up and down, and Charlotte was thrilled to her 
toes. Meanwhile she had the wonderful fleshy floor show, and she was really 
getting off on that. 

Kevin was now pushing her back against the sofa and lifting her dress up 
farther, trying to get it off her. She helped him and then she was as naked 
as most of the people in the room. 

The boy was crazy for her. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock 
out. Charlotte looked at the boy's hard-on, and suddenly she, too, wanted to 
be fucked by him as much as he wanted to fuck her. 

"Oh, Kevin," she said. "It's such a wonderful cock. Let me taste it." 

She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth and began to nip at it 
gently, she grazed the hard flesh of it with her teeth and she sucked the 
head lovingly. A wonderful-tasting member it was, and she closed her eyes 
with delight as her mouth filled with the boy's hard cock flesh. 

But Kevin wasn't in the mood for that. He wanted to fuck, and there would be 
no way anything or anyone would stop him. 

He pushed Charlotte's mouth away from his prick. Leaning over to her, still 
fully dressed even though his cock was out, he kissed her tit. Then with his 
knee he spread Charlotte's leg out farther and looked down at her 
defenseless cunt. 

Charlotte thrilled as she felt his cock looking for entrance to her cunt. He 
was determined that it would happen now; he no longer cared about all the 
people around him that were fucking and sucking. It did not even matter to 
him that most of his clothes were still on him and that Charlotte was as 
naked as the day she was born. 

His cock slid up a little inside her and farther then-farther still until he 
filled her cuntal cavity with all of his boy meat, harder than a rock. 

He lay on her chest, sighing and happy. Then Charlotte raised her hips 
sharply and made him aware of what was happening. His cock began to move 
inside her. He was like a locomotive, he couldn't stop. It was too 
wonderful, it felt too good to him. He humped her hard and intensely, so 
intensely that when Betsy and Timmy and Benjy came over to watch, he didn't 
even notice. 

Charlotte noticed all right, though, and she smiled at her friends as they 
watched her being fucked by the young man. Kevin was going wild in her cunt, 
and Charlotte realized she wouldn't have time to cum with him. 

He couldn't sustain that speed and that intensity without exploding. 

Sure enough, his movements became spasmodic and she could feel his cock 
throbbing heavily inside of her juicy cunt. His body slapped against hers 
vehemently and his cock stabbed into her deeply. 

She looked at his face and saw that he was in pain and pleasure and he was 
now peaking on the pleasure inherent in her cunt. 

"AAAAhhh," the boy gave out, and his cock shot off its full load of hot 
sperm deep into her body. 

Betsy and Timmy began to clap their hands as he continued to pummel 
Charlotte's cunt. Charlotte herself decided she would save her orgasm for 
something else. 

Soon the boy pulled out of her and looked into her face with love. He wanted 
to stay by her side and touch her and kiss her and go down on her pussy, but 
Charlotte told him to go and mingle with the other people and enjoy himself. 
He realized that it wasn't an invitation, it was a command. 

So it was with some disappointment at first that he joined another group of 
fucking and sucking. Charlotte smiled as he left and took another look 
around her. 

She saw that two of the young musicians were enjoying the moist favors of 
Karin's lips. She alternated between them, jerking them off and sucking them 
off and she was doing a damn good job of exciting them. 

Charlotte was terribly aroused and needed satisfaction, but she could not 
decide how she wanted to reach her peak. She finally got up off the sofa and 
walked over to the other two young black boys. 

They were drinking champagne. She asked them their names and they couldn't 
take their big, brown eyes off of her naked tits. The scene was too much for 
them. 

It wasn't very long before Charlotte had one of their cocks in her mouth and 
was taking the other up her cunt. 

And it wasn't long before she was swallowing cum and having a terrific 
orgasm herself. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

After some time passed, Charlotte found herself sitting on the sofa with her 
dear friend, Betsy. Betsy's cum-encrusted mouth was fixed in a smile of 
sublime pleasure. Her hand rested on her breast and her eyes were 
half-closed with the sensuality that she had enjoyed. 

Things had calmed down a bit and the musicians were playing again. People 
were dancing together or sitting around the big open fire resting their 
bodies. 

Charlotte turned to her friend. "I've come to a decision, Betsy my love." 

"What would that be?" Betsy said, smiling at Charlotte and taking her hand. 

"I've decided I'm going to change my will." 

"My God," Betsy exclaimed, "this is no time to talk about dying. Especially 
someone who's as much alive as you are." 

"On the contrary, my friend," Charlotte said, "I think that moments of 
supreme pleasure and satisfaction are the best times to talk about death. 
The aura of death intensifies one's pleasure, makes us aware of the fact 
that we must enjoy life to the fullest because of the shadow." 

"How very grim," Betsy grimaced. 

"No, I don't think so at all. But that isn't the point, my Betsy. The point 
is the will. As you know, I am an extremely wealthy woman. No one knows but 
me just how extensive those riches are. I have no children of my own. Also, 
I am the last surviving link of my family. Now that Ambrose is no longer 
here it is necessary that I choose my heir." 

"All right, darling, so what did you decide?" 

"Well, of course you will be named in my will, and it will be an enormous 
amount of riches, but hardly as extensive as the love and devotion you have 
shown me over the years." 

Betsy looked very embarrassed, and tears were welling up in her eyes. 
"Please, Charlotte, I don't think I am deserving of this." 

"Hush, darling, let me finish. There have been a lot of young boys that came 
and went here. I still know where most of them are, and most of them are 
still my friends. I want to do something for all my boys. They have given me 
the greatest pleasure of my life, and so they should be the ones to reap the 
profits of my death." 

"Oh, shit, Charlotte, this is so fucking morbid," Betsy said, slapping 
Charlotte's thigh. 

"No, you must listen. I want to tell you about it, because you, too, will be 
a beneficiary and what's more, you will be the executor of the will." 

Charlotte went on to outline her plan to her friend, and she talked on into 
the night about what she intended to do for the boys. Betsy was struck 
deeply by the overwhelming generosity of Charlotte Walder, and she was 
overwhelmed herself by her own love for the woman. 

Finally Betsy stood up and surveyed the room, at that moment there was no 
real heavy sexual things happening. Betsy walked over to the table and 
picked up a bottle of champagne. 

"I want to propose a toast," she said loudly. 

Everyone looked up at her and some started getting to their feet and 
scrambling for wine glasses. 

"I want to propose a toast to our hostess and our dearest friend and 
employer and benefactress. Few of you, I think, realize the deep generosity 
and worth of this woman. Most of you are too young to know about such 
things. But hear me, because I believe that one day when you are older, you 
will know of all the things that she has done for you." 

Betsy then went on to eulogize her friend, tears were rolling down her cheek 
and onto her naked breasts. Charlotte, too, was crying silently. And when 
she was finished speaking, they all drank to her health and to her 
continuing delight. 

The party went on till morning, and Charlotte finally dismissed her friends 
and sent them off to bed. She herself went up to her big, warm bed, taking 
with her Kevin whose eyes were soft with lack of sleep and love for his 
mistress, and Betsy, who only wanted to lie in her arms. 

The three of them soon fell asleep and slept for most of the day. 

The following day Charlotte went back to her work which was piled up on her 
desk in the study. Things went pretty much back to normal, with everyone 
doing their job. It was different on the estate, though, it was as if 
everyone was in love and at peace. 

Charlotte was now planning for Christmas and the activities that would 
ensue, and when on one morning early she awoke to find the ground covered 
with powdery snow, she arose, left her warm bed anxious to go riding in the 
snow. 

As she rode across the blanketed meadow she felt a change coming over her 
just as the change had come over the land that she owned and the world that 
she existed in. She realized that she, like the summer, was growing old. 

Oh, it didn't show, not in her snowy breast or on her alabaster thighs, not 
in the moist cunt that she possessed or the easily-fanned fire that spread 
through her loins. It was more of a seasoning, a reaching toward peace and 
sleep, the soft blanket of the snow. 

Charlotte figured she had quite a few more years on earth. The shape that 
her body was in, it could be another fifty even. 

It was a startling thought to think her life was only half over, that she 
was only halfway through a book which was most interesting, that was full of 
wonderful twists and clauses. 

There was someone riding across the meadow toward her, and as the rider got 
closer, she saw it was Kevin. She pulled up her mount and waited for him to 
approach. 

"Hello, Charlotte, do you mind if I ride along with you?" 

She smiled at him, feeling totally mellow. "Of course not; I always welcome 
your company." 

Kevin was a wonderful boy, but he took himself too seriously. Charlotte 
realized that he was in love with her. The others loved her, respected her, 
but they thought of her as a goddess who could be approached only from her 
own direction. 

Kevin had dreams which smacked of a more earthy passion. She knew Kevin 
wished he were older, and that he were in a position to be her equal. How 
absurd and sad that was. He was a mere boy, an inexperienced boy who knew 
nothing of the world and very little about Charlotte. 

Even the fact he was the only one who had ever dared to call her by her 
first name was amazing. 

"Charlotte," he said, "I want to go away." 

Charlotte pulled up her horse sharply. "What?" 

"I don't ever want to leave you, but it hurts so much. I can't help being 
sixteen years old, but I can't help wanting you, either. So I think that it 
would be better if I went away." 

Charlotte frowned and climbed off her horse. "My darling Kevin, I'm so sorry 
that you feel this way. And sometimes I wish it could be different, too. I 
wish I could be a mere maid of sixteen and able to fall in love so deeply as 
you. But I, I'm getting old, and one of these days my flesh will be wrinkled 
and my hair gray and my breasts sagging, and then you won't love me any 
more." 

"Oh, shit, I'd love you if your damn tits fall off," he said vehemently. 

Charlotte put her hand on his knee as tears began to fall from her eyes. 
Kevin dismounted from his horse and they embraced. It was a tender embrace, 
it was different though from the other times because both of them felt 
ageless, timeless, rootless. 

For a moment in the snow as they pressed their bodies together it didn't 
matter, they were just a man and a woman in December. But now, as they 
spread a blanket in the snow and their hands sought cock and cunt, and their 
bodies were warm together, it didn't matter that there was a future. 


THE END
