Chapter 6
The next few weeks went well-many nights were spent in Laura's cabin, with one or two or sometimes three of the boys at once. She didn't care how many, just so they were young and they had hot hard dicks that needed servicing.
Laura would make it a point to sit near the pool when she had free time, so she could watch the boys swimming, so she could drool over their cocks in their tight little trunks. She would see a boy swimming and then when he got out of the water, his cock and balls looked small, shrunken. But after ten minutes in the hot sun, his cock would be full again and she would have to restrain herself from reaching out and pulling his trunks off and slamming her head down on the hot little thing. A hot little boy's cock. That's all she wanted out of life.
She had auditions for the play, which she decided should be a variety show instead of a play, instead of a drama, and that some of the boys should write and add to it themselves. She met a few boys that she hadn't known before, and after auditions she sat by the pool trying to decide whom to cast. It was then that the hunky body of a beautiful boy that she hadn't remembered seeing before caught her eye. He danced onto the diving board, dressed only in yellow tight almost-see-through trunks. When he hit the water she told herself that she would have to find out who he was. He looked a little older than most of the boys.
When he surfaced and climbed out of the pool she noticed that his cock was just as big as it had been when he jumped in. She could see it clearly, the outline of it, the heavily ridged head, the swollen big balls. He stood there dripping and she looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi, Miss Brevitz," he said.
"You know me?"
"Everyone knows you, ma'am," he said with a sly smile that she thought was overtly sexual. He wiped his head and then dropped his towel to his side. She was thinking that he probably liked showing off his big dick to her and all the smaller boys.
"What's your name?" she asked. "Steve."
"Hi, Steve," she said, smiling.
"I heard you're directing the play this year."
She nodded. "But I didn't see you there!"
"Me, no, I had my fill of that last year. I'll help build the sets, though, but I won't get on a stage again. My pants ripped during the first act and ... well, it was terrible."
It was wonderful, she thought to herself. She wished his trunks would suddenly rip open. "I'll take you up on that." She took a breath and then said, "On building the sets, not ripping your pants." She hoped she had made herself perfectly clear. And judging from the look in his eyes, he got what she meant.
"This is my last summer. I'm sixteen," he said.
"What a nice age," she said softly, putting her fingers into her mouth, sensuously.
"See ya around," he said, running away, across the road, through the grass to the commissary. She heard him yell, "Hey, Sachi, you got some ice cream for me?"
A few minutes later Jack Stevens came up to her. "Well, look at this gorgeous sight in the sunshine. How were the auditions."
"Very good," she said, looking up at him.
"Great. Listen, on Thursday I'm taking all the guys out on a hike up the mountain. Miss Lardner is going, and all the counselors, except Edith Beales. Would you like to come?"
"No, Jack, thanks. I need a day of rest and I'd love to be alone for a change!"
"Boys getting you down?"
"No, I'm just feeling tired, that's all." She hadn't been getting much sleep.
"You know," he said, holding her hand, "you really should go out with me one of these nights. We could have dinner in my cottage, maybe go to the drive-in movie down the road? It isn't good that a beautiful woman like you should be cooped up in that cabin all alone every night."
"I keep busy," she said with a grin.
"Doing what?"
"Reading."
On Thursday, Laura was lying out in the sun by the pool. She was happy that the boys were away for a day. She could relax by herself and take things easy. She spread herself out in a lounge chair, unfastening the top of her bikini, eager to get a good tan.
A moment later a hand lifted the top of he bikini from her body, exposing her breasts. She sat up, startled, and looked up into familiar eyes.
"Hi, Miss Brevitz," Steve said.
"Steve!"
You're wondering why I'm not with the others. I played sick. So I could fuck you in peace." He was standing in his swimming trunks, and she could plainly see the outline of his fat cock.
"Steve, give me my top back! The cook is here and Mrs. Beales, and ..."
"FUCK Mrs. Beales. That big dike is drinking in her cabin. And Sachi just headed for town in the pick-up truck. We're alone."
"Steve, I really don't think ..."
He stopped her with a kiss as he fell to his knees next to her. He pressed his young lips against her mouth and massaged her breasts till her nipples became hard buds, spearing out against his hands. Then grasping the elastic band of her bikini panties, he drew them down over her hips, down her legs, and with a flick of a hand, tossed them aside.
"No, Steve," she moaned, still worried that someone would see them out there by the pool in the center of the camp. He moved his fingers down over her pussy mound and beneath as she brought her legs up, to her asshole.
"Like that, teach? Huh?" he whispered in her ear as she frantically searched for his swimming trunks, eager to get her hand on his cock. She finally got her arm over the side of the lounge as he kissed her nipples and pulled his trunks down over his ass and stuck her fingers between the cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you," he moaned as he felt her hand caressing his hot asshole.
At the same moment he pressed a finger directly against the opening of her bottom. She wanted it up there, and she lifted her legs higher, hoping that he would fingerfuck her hard.
Steve pushed up with his finger. He felt the hard muscles of her asshole clinging together, trying to keep him out. But he fought, pressing, moving gently. Finally they parted just enough so he could slip the tip of his finger up her. The hard muscles closed around it and she cried out in a sharp little shout of pain. "All the way?" he gasped. "Want it in all the way?"
"Yes, Stevie, fuck my asshole," she whispered, holding her legs, anticipating the sensation.
"Feel this?" Steve asked and then wiggled his finger around.
"GOD!" Laura cried out. She could feel it all right, through her entire body. She pushed down in the chair, trying to force her ass down on his long finger, but he countered in time, moving his hand down on the webbed lounge.
"Please, Steve," she pleaded, wanting all of it up there, all of his young long finger.
"Say you'll let me fuck you in the cunt all I want," he teased.
"I'll let you, I'll let you fuck me in the cunt all you want!"
"No matter how much it hurts," he added, again wriggling his finger.
"No matter how much it hurts!" Laura repeated, feeling the juices rippling between the open pussy lips.
Steve bit her shoulder slightly and moved his finger up her ass to the first knuckle. "You gonna let me fuck you in the ass with my cock, sometime?"
Laura's eyes opened wide. At first she looked astonished, but then she smiled and the fascination was apparent. "Yes, Steve, yes!"
"Say you'll let my fat cock fuck you in the ass!"
"I'll let your fat cock fuck me in the ass," she said, almost desperately.
"Will you suck my asshole and fingerfuck me up there, too?" Steve asked, knowing he had her trained now, knowing that she would do anything that he asked.
"Yes!" Laura cried out.
"Yes, what?" Steve asked, wriggling his finger again.
"Yes, I'll suck your asshole'! I'll kiss it and lick it and make love to it," Laura gasped. "But, please, put your finger all the way up my ass! Please!"
"Will you fingerfuck me, my ass?" Steve asked.
"Yes!" Laura shouted.
"Yes!" Steve yelled and shoved his finger all the way up her asshole in one fast stroke. Laura jumped as he jabbed and then she pushed her ass as far down as it would go, ramming herself down on his hard, pointing finger.
"Oh, it feels so good," she moaned, letting her body sink back in the chair. She dropped her legs and brought her hands down to her pussy and rubbed there, softly and gently as his wrist pressed between her legs.
"Man, you've got a hot asshole!" he said as she tugged on his swimming trunks, dying to see his cock in the sunlight. She pulled hard and finally got them down under his balls. His big dick flopped out over the arm of the lounge chair. Laura looked at it with hungry eyes. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and on a sixteen-year-old boy it defied the imagination. It had to be eight inches long and fatter than any she had ever seen or touched. She couldn't even wrap her hand around it.
He worked his finger in her asshole a few times more as she grabbed his cock and held it in her fingers, moving over the head, the hard shaft, the huge hairy balls below. He was the hairiest sixteen-year-old that she had ever seen, also.
Suddenly, he pulled his finger from her ass and stood up. She looked at him, his body gleaming in the fresh late-morning sunlight, his cock jutting out from his lean young body like a telephone pole. "Come with me," he said, holding out his hand to her.
She took it and stood up. "I want to show you something." And with that he started to run across the dirt road, through the grass, to the commissary! She just followed, running naked behind him.
Suddenly, Steve stopped and turned to her and whispered, "Shhhh, don't make a sound!" "What?" Laura whispered, suddenly frightened. "Edith is in there." "Mrs. Beales?"
Steve nodded. They crouched, naked in the sun, under one of the windows next to the door. "What's she doing?" Laura whispered. "Making herself a sandwich."
"To go with her Scotch."
"Yeah, the old bitch." Laura looked at Steve kneeling next to her, his cock hanging half-soft between his tanned hard legs. "Let's go get our clothes."