Chapter 1
Angelia Carter sat rocking herself on the front porch, serenely watching the early morning sun rise from behind distant trees, coating the sky with a warm, ethereal red glow.
It had been a cold, lonely winter, but now that summer-her favorite time of the year-had arrived, her loneliness slowly melted away in anticipation of the lazy, sensual days to follow.
Across the lake, nestled in a clearing in the wood, stood the summer camp for boys. like the new day, it, too, was gradually coming to life.
Angelia smiled. I will have visitors soon, she thought. Handsome young boys barely into their teens-innocent, but willing and eager to learn what she taught so well. It was like a dream come true.
As her thoughts drifted back to the summer before, her hand went instinctively between her legs to rub the tight shorts against her burning cunt.
Perhaps she would be seeing Andy again, too?
It had been a hot, humid afternoon in mid-July. She could remember it vividly, as if it had been yesterday.
She decided to take a walk to the edge of the lake, then to cross the wooden bridge to the woods on the other side and lie in the sun. She had been walking for maybe ten minutes, pausing occasionally to pick up a flower or quietly watch the birds, when she heard a low moan.
Just ahead of her she saw a lean, young boy, no more than thirteen, sitting with his back against a tree. His shirt was unbuttoning and his pants were pulled down to his ankles. His head was turning to and fro in silent ecstasy as he pumped his cock with one hand while caressing himself with the other hand.
Angelia's breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful! He has a pale, angelic face and wavy blonde hair that sparkled in the sun.
The boy was so consumed with the pleasure of jerking off that he didn't hear Angelia slowly approach him from behind. She stood watching him, trying desperately to control an impulse to touch him.
His breathing grew heavier and his breath came in short gasps as he stroked his now-erect prick faster and faster. Angelia could see his cock grow thicker and wider as he neared his climax. She couldn't believe that a boy his size could have such a huge cock.
She had had many young lovers before, but none that sent such hot fire between her thighs. She wanted to have his young prick in her cunt so desperately she thought she would faint. She yearned to taste his come.
It was like a curse: only young, inexperienced boys could turn her on. It was as if her sole purpose in life was to bring pleasure to her little boys.
His motions grew more intense. He arched his back as the pleasure sensation began to overcome him. His swollen cock pulsated in his hand.
Suddenly, he ushered a high-pitched cry that became lost in his throat. His ass hopped up and down on the grass as the milky seed spurted from his cock, sprinkling his tits and gathering in thick globs just below his navel and on his small mound of light brown pubic hair.
In one final gasp he moaned, "Angelia-" Then he closed his eyes and continued to pump his prick even though it had begun to grow limp. He spread the sticky come over it like a lotion.
Exhausted and sweating, he slowly got up and wiped himself with a handkerchief. Only as he pulled up his underpants and his tight faded jeans did he realize he wasn't alone. Quickly he spun around and saw to his amazement Angelia.
"You've really got something to be proud of, young man," she said, legs astride, her hands on her hips. Already she felt in complete control and not in the least puzzled why he called out her name.
His face turned bright red. He looked as if he was about to cry. "Please," he said, his voice unsteady, "you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Why, there's nothing wrong with jerking off. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age." She put both hands on his shoulders and drew him to her heaving tits. "Do you live around here, honey?" she asked as she stroked his thick mop of hair. She could feel his heart beat furiously against her tits.
"No, I'm at he camp for the summer."
"That's what I thought."
He felt his knees go weak as blood surged through him. He tried to get out of her embrace. "I have to be getting back."
"Who is Angelia?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh, no one, just someone the guys at camp were talking about. She lives across the lake."
"And what does she do?" Angelia spread her hands across his chest and began caressing him.
"They said she-" In that instant he knew. His heart felt like it would burst. So it was true! He could hardly breathe as the truth hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overcome by sensations he never knew existed.
He had dreamed about her ever since Joe first told him what they both did that night in her house, not a week before. Now she was here and the two of them were all alone. And he was scared.
His cock tingled and began to swell. He was burning like fire.
She grabbed his hand and began walking toward the lake.
"Where are we going, Angelia?" he asked meekly.
"To my house. It's not very big, but it'll suit us just fine. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes, I would," he said breathlessly. He smiled, somehow more at ease though his heart raced wildly. She turned to him and gave him a wet kiss on the mouth. Her lips parted and she sucked on his tongue, drawing it into her mouth.
He'd never been kissed before by any girl, and certainly nothing like this. He thought he would faint with desire. It was as if this was all happening to someone else and he was standing outside watching.
His cock was now fully erect and it bulged against his jeans. She reached down and rubbed it with the flat of her hand.
"I saw how big your cock is, and for such a young man. We can make each other very happy. Would you like that?"
He was so shocked by the explicitness of her words that he couldn't reply. She put his hand on her tits. Taking the initiative, he began unbuttoning her flimsy blouse.
Angelia smiled, "My, you do learn fast! By the way, what's your name?"
"Andy."
His hands became more insistent as he grew bolder and expected more of her body. Her skin felt burning hot and creamy soft. He drew her to his mouth and they kissed passionately.
"Would you like to taste my tits and put your prick in my mouth? I like the taste of a young boy's prick, Andy."
He nodded. He wanted more than anything now to lie naked with her, to touch her cunt and give himself completely to her.
Angelia wanted to fuck him in the coziness of her bedroom. She pulled away from him. "Come on, well go to my place first."
The house was strangely dark inside. He remembered all the stories he heard at the camp.
In the bedroom, Angelia began to undo her blouse. She wet her lips as she saw the bulge in Andy's pants. She stood before him, her hands under her tits, pushing them up and outwards, making them heavy and more alluring.
"Come to me, Andy, it's time you became a man." With that, she drew him to her, her hand reaching down to unzip his fly. She slowly pulled the zipper down and felt his meat throb under the fabric of his underpants.
His cock got bigger as she rubbed her palm across it. She moaned in pleasure as she rubbed the naked cock head and pulled apart his piss hole.
As the prick grew erect, Andy pushed it back and forth in her hand, delighting in the friction. He began sucking her tits. His balls were tight against her. He felt that he would come right in her hand.
"Why don't you lie down and let me take a good look at you," Angelia whispered. "Your cock is so big and strong."
She undressed him and began jerking him off with both hands, slowly and rhythmically, the practiced hands of a master seductress. His hips rose and fell on the bed. "Faster," he moaned, "please, faster, faster!"
"This is only the beginning." Her voice got huskier. "I want you to feel all the pleasure in the world."
Her mouth opened. Her desire to taste his juice overcame her. The salty, musky taste of his cock brought on passions too long buried inside her.
She sucked harder. The veins on his prick pulsated madly as her tongue ran up and down his shaft. Her head began to swim. He tasted wonderful!
She sucked harder, taking him fully into her mouth. His cock was slick and shiny with saliva.
Her mouth worked like a vacuum, sucking out his come. He began pitching on the bed, unable to stay still, his passions intensifying. His mouth hung open and he caught short gulps of air.
Angelia moaned and groaned as she felt the come surge like a whirlpool in his shaft. She sucked on his swollen cock head and pulled off her shorts at the same time.
Andy's hand reached under to feel her mound of hair. He slipped in his middle finger. In a matter of seconds his whole hand was wet , from her juice.
They were making each other so very happy and that was all that she wanted. Fucking would come later. Right now she was reaching heights of passion she never thought existed, and she knew he felt just as wonderful. A warm glow of contentment spread over her.
They were both now fully naked. His cock stiffened again in her mouth as she sucked and slurped. She embraced him, forcing his stiff prick to her wet cunt. His cock throbbed and pulsated against her. His body felt smooth and firm. His buttocks were taut and alive.
She spread her legs open wide, passionately nestling her bushy dripping cunt against his smooth, hairless balls which were becoming taut as they filled with come.
"Not so hard," he gasped. His voice was huskier, manlier than before, as if he were becoming more sure of himself. But his constant caressing and sucking remained awkward and child-like, not that that bothered Angelia.
His youthful abandon, his need for the pleasures her body had to offer, more than made up for his awkwardness. Angelia would cure that in no time. In one brief afternoon she would transform him from an innocent, inexperienced adolescent to a lusty, desiring young man.
She felt his throbbing cock enter her cunt, searching deeper and threatening to rip her apart. His thrusts rushed back and forth like a piston.
"Wait," she breathed. "I want as much of you as I can get. Put your finger up my ass and your wonderful prick in my cunt at the same time."
Andy did as he was told. Reluctantly, however, he pulled out his throbbing member from her hot pussy and inserted his middle finger. It came out wet with her juice.
As he mounted her again, he spread her cheeks and inched his finger like a tool up her willing ass-hole.
He was surprised to find there was ample room for two fingers. Angelia's pleasure increased immeasurably. Now she felt as if they were truly one being, working together for the same thing.
Their sweat and come soaked the sheets. It was like riding a raging sea-approaching the shorelines of a pounding surf.
She felt his hot seed spurt in her as he cried her name out loud. Still he pumped harder with an insatiable desire that knew no limits.
His fingers spread her ass-hole wider, moving in dizzying circles.
She came once, twice, four times, each time more intense than the last. Her breathing grew shallow, her eyes fluttered, unseeing. She couldn't speak. Her pussy juice and his thick come joined and ran in rivers down her thighs.
Andy felt like the universe would explode. His body was pure. Uncontrollable energy, bringing him to the threshold of pain and pleasure. What bliss! What fucking, mind-blowing bliss!
He fucked her ass and her cunt and sucked her tits until they were red and raw.
Then they came. Together. In one pulsating rush like all the winds of the earth. They lay exhausted in one another's arms, unable to move.
Angelia wept softly.
"You're the most wonderful fuck I've ever had," she said, brushing away her tears. "And that's saying a lot."
Outside, it had begun to grow dark. Crickets chirped peacefully and a slight breeze fluttered the curtains.
"You'd better go," she said. "They'll wonder where you are at camp."
"I just want to sleep and stay with you forever." His eyes looked at her with unabashed adoration. "I've never come like that before," he said breathlessly. "I never thought it was possible. I love you."
Angelia smiled and kissed him fully on the lips. "You can come back tomorrow, but no one else must know. It'll be our little secret."
When Andy left, she fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.
It was frustrating. She had brought herself to orgasm just by sitting and thinking of Andy, and there wasn't a boy-at least not yet-to satisfy her growing desire.
She would have to resort to the old standby, much as she hated to.
Angelia entered the coolness of her bedroom and took off her shorts and panties, both of which were drenched with her twat juice.
She lay on the bed, undid her shirt and slinked out of it. Reaching into her bedside table she pulled out a dildo, perfectly molded to the shape of an erect cock.
Her cunt lips quivered with nervous anticipation as she thought anew of her youhg lovers. She could almost feel their lips and their tiny hands crawling over her, stroking her pussy and her tits.
How could a grown man ever hope to match their innocent play and loving touches?
Her body throbbed with the need to be fulfilled, to feel the embrace of a sweet young cock. She needed that now more than anything.
She would have to frig herself to death today; that was the only consolation she could give herself. Her cunt was fiery hot.
Laying the dildo aside for the moment, Angelia began to rub her cunt lips with knowing fingers. A warm glow of pleasure spread through her whole body.
She knew herself even better than her little darlings. She could bring herself to come like no one else.
Kneading her tits with one hand, she reached for the phallus and began to massage her cunt, releasing the female aroma of her juice, the smell she loved the best.
Moaning with delight, she forced it in further and further while her forefinger inched like a slimy serpent up her ass.
In complete abandonment Angelia gave herself up totally to her lustful pleasures, her face dramatically mirroring her intense delight.
She rubbed the pole against her clit, feeling the button of her desire enlarge and burn. The dildo was coated with her rich juice. It ran down her supple fingers.
She could feel young cock heads up her ass, in her cunt, her hair, in her mouth, everywhere.
Unknown to her, by the open bedroom window stood fifteen-year-old Michael, his eyes wide in disbelief at what he was seeing.
Angelia closed her eyes languidly. Her body lay still, vanquished for the moment, content to bask in its warm afterglow. The frantic, hysterical movements were gone.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Michael standing beside the bed, leering down at her naked, sweating body. Her heart jumped. My new Adonis, she thought, happily.
"And what would you like?" she asked, trying to control the shaking in her voice. She stretched herself invitingly on the rumpled bed.
"I'm hungry," he could barely whisper, "for your delicious cunt."
He was shaking from head to foot, swallowing repeatedly, his mouth bone dry.
Angelia couldn't help breaking into a lecherous grin. He's an inexperienced as all the others, she thought. Even that little come-on is just bravado on his part. I can see right through him.
"Come closer," she beckoned, "what's your name?"
He told her.
"Get on your knees beside the bed, Michael."
As he lowered himself to the floor, Angelia cupped his groin in her hand, feeling the bulge grow under her deft touch. His cock sprang into action, turning erect and tight. He gasped. His knees shook visibly. He felt like he would piss in his pants.
"I thought you were ready to lap up my box, honey," she teased. "What's the matter, lost your appetite?"
The blood drained from his face.
"Don't be frightened. The first time is always the hardest. I'll try and make it easier for you."
Forcing him to sit alongside her on tne bed, she unzipped his fly and whipped out his pulsating dick.
"You're a big talker," she whispered," but let's see some action."
Michael's heart beat so furiously he thought for sure that he would be sick. But looking at her voluptuous body, her full rounded tits, her mound of venus awaiting his throbbing cock and the soothing touch of her hand on his burning prick, he remembered what he came for. He no longer felt so paralyzed.
Shyly, he bent over in a sixty-nine position and parted her cunt lips with trembling fingers.
She drew his cock head to her lips and massaged his piss hole with her tongue, pushing it in to taste his meat inside.
Aroused by the earthy smell of her twat, Michael sucked on her clit as if it were a nipple. There was no stopping him now.
Angelia sucked on his cock like a vacuum, pulling it down to the very back of her throat. He pushed his hips until she swallowed it to the hilt. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
As he approached climax, his tongue darted in and out of her red cunt, feeling the heavenly folds of her cunt flesh, sucking the juice from her silky black hair, rubbing it against his teeth and gums.
Her juice bathed his cheeks and dripped from his chin. He never imagined that cunt juice could taste so good. Its fragrant smell was like a musky perfume urging him deeper into her folds.
like a drowning man coming up for air, Michael's head emerged from deep within her. His hands spread like an umbrella over her thighs.
In one excruciatingly pleasurable moment, he came in her mouth. His seed spurted out of his piss hole like a rocket.
Angelia gagged on his swollen member but continued to suck him dry until his cock turned limp in her mouth. She rubbed it against a string of come dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
She licked his balls, delighting in the tuft of coarse pubic hair above them, and the red line beneath running to his ass-hole.
He collapsed exhausted, half on her and half off, his hands clenching and unclenching the sweat-stained sheets.
"I never knew it would be like that," he panted. "Now I want to fuck you properly."
"You'll be in my pussy soon enough, my little virgin."
He looked at her sheepishly.
"You've never been with a girl before, have you?"
"No, but-"
"But what?"
He turned away, embarrassed. "Nothing. It has nothing to do with a girl really-"
"Come on, you can tell Angelia."
"Well, a friend of mine at school told me about a girl he fucked, but he liked her blow-jobs better. He said she gave him great ones. That's all he talked about, how well she sucked him off-"
"Did she ever suck you off?"
"No, but my friend showed me how good it felt. He said she'd only do it to him, no one else."
He was obviously reluctant to explain.
"Go on, there's nothing to be ashamed of. What did he do?"
"Well, we used to beat off a lot in his house when his mother was out. She was never around anyway, and his father was always on business. So, one day, David, that's his name, said why don't I show you what a good cock job she gives.
"We were both kinda stoned on grass and I said okay. We stripped and lay down side by side on his bed. He took my prick in his mouth and began sucking it. I couldn't help getting excited.
"My prick got hot and stiff, and his eyes sort of lit up when my prick swelled up. He went down on up to my balls. In and out. In and out. Then I started to jerk him off with my hand. His prick was stiff as soon as he put mine in his mouth.
"I came like I never did when I jerked off with him or by myself. Even when we jerked each other off, it wasn't as good.
"I remember seeing my cock swell up like a balloon in his mouth. He didn't gag or anything. Then when I came, he moaned like he never did when he beat off with me. He swallowed my come like it was candy, even licked some that dribbled down his chin. A second later, he came, too.
"He wanted me to suck him off, said he'd been wanting to taste my dick for a long time, but couldn't get up enough nerve till then to ask me. But I wouldn't let him do it.
"His cock was so big and thick that I thought I'd choke on it or throw up, so I just stopped seeing him. Later, I heard that he broke up with his chick and went around with another guy and they both ran away together."
"In other words," Angelia said, "you can't wait to get your hands on a nice, sweet pussy."
Michael looked at her with a poignantly earnest expression, almost one of relief. "I want to please you, Angelia. Everything the guys said at camp about you is true. You're beautiful. I want to fuck you better than any of them did."
"You're certainly one helluva pussy-eater, honey." With that she gave him a wet French kiss and drew him to her.
"Fuck your balls off, honey."
"But, I've never done it before. I'm afraid I won't please you. I come so quickly."
"Practice makes perfect. Just relax and let yourself go. I'll do all the rest. Just to have you with me is enough to send me up a wall."
Angelia had to admit to herself that Michael's prick was on the small side, even smaller than Andy's, but she was touched by his openness and his sincere desire to please her before himself. This sparked off an intense need to have his cock in her cunt, to feel his gism cool her throat.
The uncontrollable passion of a young boy could never be replaced by an older, more experienced lover as far as Angelia was concerned. Teaching a boy to regulate his passion so that both partners reach fulfillment was an ideal Angelia held dear ever since she was sixteen when she humped a shy, but willing, twelve-year-old-her brother.
They had remained close ever since.
Fire coursed through her as she guided Michael's growing cock to her cunt lips. Before he knew what was happening, he was in her. His brain raced wildly to comprehend the myriad sensations flooding every pore of his body.
As he pushed in deeper he could feel the friction of his tiny balls against her pussy-the tingling drove him mad. He thrust his hips in and out, his balls smacking against her thighs.
Angelia circled her legs around his lower back like a pair of scissors, forcing him in to the hilt. Her love juice began to flow freely, making each movement a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
"Shit!" he cried. "I'm gonna fuck my balls right off. Oh, Angelia, you're wonderful!"
"More, more," she encouraged, caressing his ass. Her fingers wandered between his crevice, searching out his ass-hole as a haven for her insatiable desires.
He cried out in pain as she inserted her forefinger in his tight, sweet-smelling pole, but with little prompting his hole opened wider, letting her in fully. Her finger acted like his prick driving in and out, scratching his livid inner flesh.
She came in a flood of pussy juice, her hips rising rhythmically to meet his powerful thrusts.
Michael's ass felt like it was on fire-the pain brought tears of joy to his eyes. He felt the come rise from his balls. It was like being high on a thousand joints.
The room spun wildly and he could barely catch his breath. Then his male gism surged from his cock head, pushing his body along with it.
He tried to pull his red, swollen cock out. It was just too much for him to bear, but Angelia forced him back inside her cunt, sucking every drop of come from his battered tool until there was nothing left for him to give.
Even so, Angelia continued to thrust herself upon him, reaching climax after climax, her come glistening in the rays of late afternoon sun that poured through the window.
Michael went numb. He just let Angelia use him like a puppet, her movements long past hysteria.
Her cunt lips were now loose and floppy as they relaxed from the exertions of their fucking. She was fulfilled. Her cunt was happy.
They were both sticky with juice and sweat and they breathed deeply the wonderful aroma exuded by their steaming bodies.
Angelia cradled Michael like a baby, as if afraid that he would run away.
Angelia was at peace with herself and with the world. She felt victorious, like a warrior returning from battle.
Michael was snoring peacefully on her tit. Poor baby, she thought, he's all worn out from their play. Gently she combed his pubic bush with her fingers.
This day had been precious to her. She brought another boy through the wonders of sex. He would never be the same now because of their having fucked.
He would look back on this day as a turning point in his life. He would no longer be unsure of his own masculinity. His cock would never be the same.
Angelia could now face another day knowing that she had at least one steady companion in her lusts. And across the lake there were many more to come.
Angelia knew the boys could never really appreciate how fully her passions had to be filled. They were so young and unworldly. But after all these years of fucking little boys, Angelia knew herself well and could cope with her desires.
She looked down at the boy alongside her. I've just worn the poor little man out, she thought. She felt a twinge of compassion and sympathy for what she had put him through. He looked so helpless lying there.
But Angelia was grateful to him as she was to all her little lovers with their cute little pricks.
"Come on, honey, I think you better be going." She blew air into his ear and nibbled his earlobe with her teeth.
"Angelia, you can't ask me to leave you now," he whined, rubbing his sleepy eyes. His hand reached over to caress her thighs.
"Yes, it'll take you time to get back and it's already getting dark. We can't have your counselors out looking for you now, can we?"
She was frightened for him. He looked so vulnerable, as if ready to cry.
He couldn't hide the disappointment from his voice as he said laconically, "Okay," and rose to dress.
She walked him to the bridge and kissed him passionately on the lips and neck. "We'll see each other tomorrow," she said.
He nodded, smiling at the thought of what the next day would bring, the pleasures yet to come.
Angelia hadn't been back in the house for five minutes before there was a knock on the door.
She opened the door and there filling the doorway was the hulky body of Jim Harris, her "neighbor." The nearest house was miles away.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked. Angelia didn't like the suggestive tone of his voice.
She knew that he wanted desperately to fuck her, and once when he was drunk he nearly forced her to give herself to his desires, but in her heart she knew a man couldn't bring her to the peak of pleasure a young boy could.
"What is it you want, Jim?" she asked impatiently, ready to slam the door in his face and bolt it.
Jim got the hint and stayed where he was.
"I've been watching this place ever since the camp opened across the way." He made a vague motion toward the gleaming water.
Angelia's heart beat faster. There was going to be trouble.
She tried to keep her voice ready. "Well, what is it?"
"I just saw you escort your little visitor to the bridge. He was here all afternoon, wasn't he? I saw him peaking in your window and evidently he liked what he saw."
"How could you possibly-"
"Binoculars, of course," he said curtly.
"Powerful ones, too," he added with a leer.
"I think maybe we should make ourselves comfortable and talk things over," he continued. "I have a proposition for you."
Angelia turned her back on him and walked slowly into the living room. She sat with her legs crossed defiantly on the couch and motioned for Jim to sit across from her in a chair by the fireplace.
"What business is it of yours who I see? It so happens the boy was lost and wanted to know the way back to the camp. He stayed for lunch. He was hungry."
"I'll bet he was hungry, baby."
There was a deep silence.
"What exactly is it you want, Jim?" Her voice sounded tired.
"Well, it seems to me that the camp counselors wouldn't appreciate what you've been doing to their little boys. I know this kid wasn't the only one you've fucked."
Angelia could feel the blood drain from her face. She could see her whole world falling down around her. Her life wouldn't be worth a damn if her young boys were taken away from her.
"You haven't said anything to them yet."
"Don't worry, I can keep my mouth shut, but only on one condition."
Blackmail. She would never be able to get rid of him. He would always hold this over her head. What a fool I've been not to be more careful, she thought, but how could I have known something like this would turn up?
She detested Jim. Not just because of what he was suggesting he'd do to her, but ever since that first time when he tried to grab her pussy. She couldn't stand to look at him.
She eyed him coldly, noting the growing bulge in his pants. "We have to make a deal, Jim, but on my terms," she said.
He laughed. "You're in no position to ask for your terms. I'm not one of your little kiddies. I'm holding the ace card, sweetheart."
"If you tell them I've been fucking boys from the camp for the past couple of summers-there's no use denying it now-then you'll never have me for yourself. Never."
"And that will leave you, Angelia, with absolutely no one. You'll be off bounds as long as you stay here."
"So we both lose."
"I'll take that gamble," he said with a smile. "Okay, so what is it that you want?" she repeated.
"As if you didn't know! I want your pussy for myself every night. I've gone too long without cunt and I've been meaning to have yours for some time now.
"If you get your kicks from little boys, that's okay with me, but I can show you what a real fuck is. You've been used to second-rate fucks for too long."
Oh, how he was wrong, she thought. He could never hope to please her like her boys could. But it was no use explaining. He was too far gone to understand. She didn't really understand herself; it's just the way things were, that's all. Pure and simple.
"Do I make myself clear?" he said. "You can have your tiny pricks during the day, but leave your nights free for me."
He got up and walked toward her, pressing her into his arms. She gave in, but without any emotion. She had been through this sort of thing before.
Jim's mouth closed over hers. He could taste her lipstick as he slipped his tongue between her teeth and sucked at her lips with all the passion he could mutter.
The searing passions that had lain dormant in him for so long were set ablaze.
He frantically removed her clothes. Angelia gave him no resistance. She just wanted to get this over with as soon as she could, then think of what she was going to do. There had to be something.
She could never jeopardize her clandestine meeting with her boys but she would have to figure out a way to keep Jim away. She couldn't bear to think of him in her arms every night, destroying and dirtying her pleasure during the day. It was unthinkable.
Her indifference to his frantic caresses both angered and excited him.
His rough meaty hands cupped her full tits and rubbed the hardening nipples.
"You don't know how much I've desired you, Angelia. I want you more than anything in the world. I'd die for your love."
His hands unzipped her shorts and grabbed for the elastic underneath. She felt his cock through his pants as it pressed again-at her cunt.
Listlessly, she let him assault her.
He moaned with pleasure as he tasted her rosy nipples and tore off her white panties.
"You drive me crazy. I need you so badly."
His cock now took control over his mind and senses. He got down on his knees and sniffed the rich female smell of her cunt. He licked her mound with his lips.
His body ached to conquer her. His hands clawed at the back of her thighs, reaching into the crevice of her ass.
She now stood before him completely naked. He couldn't take his eyes off her milky thighs and the luxurious growth of hair on her cunt.
The pouting, wet lips of her cunt seemed to call to him as if Angelia was hiding the true feelings she felt about him.
Jim drove his mouth between her legs.
His mouth watered as it came in contact with her slippery, watery love juice. His body screamed for more.
His tongue flicked in and out like a flame-thrower. His nose was in seventh heaven as it took in the musty scent of her box.
Jim couldn't believe that his actions drew no visible pleasure from her. She stood as still as a statue. How could a mere child, with a punny little prick, drive her so mad with passion?
A moan escaped his lips and his tongue blanketed her clit. It grew so that he was able to suck on it.
Angelia fought off even the vague stirrings between her legs. Her victory would be to exhibit no emotion. He would get his rocks off, sure, but it wouldn't be the true thing.
Jim's fingers spread her cunt lips apart and rubbed her inner folds which were as smooth as wax. Her juice wet his hand.
He slurped up the cunt juice as it began to flow, his face covered in her black pubes.
Jim's fingers found the tight circle of her ass-hole. It, too, was wet and seemed more than willing to accept his fluttering fingers. .
He plunged his digit deeply in her and had to force her legs open wider to let it in to his knuckles.
I'll break her yet, he thought. He was mad with desire-nothing could possibly hold him back. He wanted to plunge his entire body in hers, to merge with her as one.
Shaking, he stood up and wiped her come from his face. He unbuttoned his shirt. "Lie on the bed," he commanded. He pushed her roughly toward the bedroom while undoing his pants at the same time.
Without a word, she lay down on her back.
Fully naked, his cock gorged and swollen with blood and towering up between his hairy thighs, he spread her legs and positioned her underneath him.
Still she gave no sign of emotion.
Her thick dark hair was matted with the fluid now coursing from her open cunt lips. A heavy female perfume filled the air and mingled with his manly sweat.
His mouth filled with saliva. He bent over her twat and inserted his driving tongue. It flashed at her clit like a whip.
He thought that now he would feel some stirring of emotion, however small, but it was all in vain. She wouldn't give in. His anger grew.
He inserted three fingers in her cunt, then four, until almost his whole hard was working in her. He lubricated his prick with her lotion and rubbed his cock head against her creamy cunt lips.
His tool felt near to bursting as the blood rushed to it. His cock head was stretched smooth and taut, ready for action.
He had to take her now. He had to have that juicy cunt. He needed that more than anything.
"Okay, Angelia," he panted, "show me something. Don't sit there like a corpse. Fuck me, bitch.
Spreading her legs in the air, he mounted her. Deeper and deeper he thrust his enormous tool. He knew from the other women he had had that this would have driven them mad. Even the mere sight of his prick was enough to drive a woman up the wall.
But Angelia was impervious to his thrusts. It was as if she was in another world.
Jim's rhythmic pounding and animal grunting was to no effect. She could only reach true orgasm with the tender cocks of young boys.
That was her whole life. Her only reason to exist.
His anger was surpassed by the urgent need of his body. It was like fucking a piece of ice, but still his body tightened in anticipation of his coming orgasm.
His balls were thick and ready to shoot their load. He had reached the last of his endurance.
All he could do now was shoot his come and drive himself harder and more erect. He filled her like none of her boys ever could, but that wasn't enough. Not for Angelia.
She wouldn't help him. He would have to reach his pleasure all by himself. He tightened even more. He would come any moment now.
Her thighs quivered with the strain of his cock. Shit, it was enormous! like a monument it strained inside her. It could go no deeper.
Then it happened.
He thrust harder and faster into her gaping slit. Pussy juice drenched his thighs.
He came in one massive thrust that sent searing hot jets of milky white come up her cunt.
The liquid burned like acid and filled her to the brim. Still he shot out more until it ran in milky rivers down his thighs.
He sighed in total enraptured bliss, oblivious to her stony silence.
There was nothing left for her to do but get him out as soon as possible.
He was as weak as a lamb, totally drained. He pulled out his limp, jerking cock and rubbed a bubbly drop of semen off his cock head.
He sighed, and pulled himself off the bed slowly.
"Sorry you couldn't be with me, sweetheart. That was just great. I'll be looking forward to more." As an afterthought, he added, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said unhappily, knowing that he would be back for more.
Her cunt ached. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the dull pain.
He was disappointed. She could see that even though he was trying to hide it from her. He was not as fully satisfied as he thought he would be.
"It's not going to work, Jim," she said. "I won't give in to you. Not ever."
"I promise I won't tell anyone about the boys."
"That's not it, Jim."
"I know." He pulled on his pants, reluctant to leave things unsettled.
"There must be something I can do to make you want me."
"No, Jim, there's nothing. My life is my boys. That's the only true excitement for me. You should know that by now. It'll be the same disappointment for you every time."
He nodded sullenly.
"I have to have you, Angelia. That's all there is to it." His heart wasn't in his words like before. Somehow his plan had backfired. It was worse for him to go just so far and not be able to go the full limit.
Silence fell heavily around them. He tried to think of something-anything-to say that would make things all right between them.
"I want to be alone, Jim," she said impatiently. "You better go."
"Why?" he shouted. "Are you expecting one of your little pricks to drop by?"
She said nothing.
"Okay, Angelia, okay, what are your terms? Will it help to have things on your terms?" He was desperate.
"No, Jim, it won't work." She laughed. "Too bad you're not a few years younger."
He turned and walked out into the still night. His mind was muddled. He just couldn't understand. She was right there, but she might as well have been a hundred miles away.
His ego was shattered. Never before had a woman refused him in such a blanket way. He would have to accept it. No use threatening her or taunting her. She wouldn't give. She'd have to win in the end.
I might as well accept defeat now, he thought, than suffer more later. I can't have her completely, so I won't have her at all.
He continued walking slowly, dejectedly, up the trail to his cabin.
It would work out all right, Angelia thought. She sighed at her good fortune. He was gone for good. He didn't have to tell her so himself.
Young cocks flashed before her eyes. She longed to press those tiny pale balls to her lips.
She could almost taste them. The tender loins of her little young men. Her heart beat faster. Her cunt itched.
But it was early yet, the summer had barely begun. Her old favorites would be back. Some, of course, were now too old to return to camp, but there would be others. like Michael, to take their places. There would always be others.
Once they heard of that mad old lady who liked to fuck young pricks they would come running.
She wondered if anyone besides Jim knew of her habits. But she cared little what anyone thought.
Dressing, she lit the fire in the living room. Not for warmth, but for atmosphere.
Her firm, ripe body glowed red from the fire. She cast a giant, voluptuous shadow on the wall.
They came to see her as drawn in by a magnet, she thought, knowing deep inside them just what to do.
Those desires lie dormant in every young body. Some were content to frig themselves, others needed a more positive outlet for their emotions. They craved cunt, even though many had never seen a woman naked before.
She wondered how many boys would be jerking themselves off tonight in their bunks thinking of her or imagining what she looked like.
There was Tim with his long legs and muscular body and bushy mound of golden hair above his ripe young prick. She could remember seeing him in the lake, swimming nude along the shore.
And Anthony. So young, yet ready to come in an instant in her eager mouth.
There were others. Older ones. Who she sent out in the world better prepared, more secure and sure of themselves.
Funny, how she didn't feel the least bit jealous that they could be out somewhere balling a girl this very minute giving her the best time of her life.
They had been hers first. That was the important thing. She was the first to taste their come, to feel their juicy adolescent cocks in her mouth and between her legs.
Her body felt relaxed. Things were looking brighter again. Tomorrow, Michael would be back.