Chapter 2
The day dawned bright, not a cloud in the sky. Angelia felt like sleeping her life away, but today she would have to get some shopping done in town. Already it was noon.
Angelia breathed in deeply as she drove to town. The fresh country air had a way of clearing her head of troubles, of rejuvenating her.
She loved this time of year dearly. The lush green foliage, the mellow scent of pine, the chirping of birds, all blended together in a warm motif she could never tire of.
City life didn't agree with her. She avoided such places whenever possible in lieu of the country. Here she could have uninterrupted peace and serenity. And, of course, her boys.
The small town loomed in the distance. It consisted only of a few structures-the general store, a small theater where they showed old grainy movies, a grocery store and a cluster of private homes, Not much else to speak of.
The summer camp provided the most business, along with families who came for a long weekend or to rent summer cottages. For the most part, it was a quiet, unassuming place.
She parked under a group of trees to avoid the sun's harsh glare.
Across the tiny square she saw a group of boys in shorts and T-shirts with a man who was evidently a camp counselor. Backpacks were scattered around them on the curb.
Her heart beat faster as she passed several who were joking and laughing together. They looked so innocent and handsome.
In the grocery store she gave the woman behind the counter a long list of what she needed and decided then to take a short stroll while her order was being filled.
"Angelia!" a young voice called.
It was Michael running breathlessly toward her, also clad in shorts and a T-shirt.
He stopped short in front of her to gather his breath.
"Angelia, I can't see you today." He looked so sad. "One of the counselors said we'd have to go on an overnight camping trip."
Angelia looked wildly about her to see if anyone was watching them. She could see the other boys and the counselor walking up a dirt trail toward the woods. Otherwise it was like a ghost town.
"Don't worry, I can catch up." He smiled and caressed her bare arm.
"Michael, not here in the open. Come over to my car. We mustn't let anyone see us like this."
"I understand," he said as if it were some kind of game between them. His eyes shone with delight.
He stood half-sitting, half-standing against the car. Angelia gently roughened his thick hair.
"I don't know how I can live without you for the next coule of days, Angelia. I had a dream about you last night. I dreamed that we were fucking and fucking and couldn't stop."
A bulge grew within his tight shorts."
She would have to make the best of things. "I was hoping to see you, too, but now well have something to look forward to. We'll both be hot and ready for an afternoon of fucking when you get back."
Michael embraced her. "Oh, I love you, Angelia. I want you so much. I thought I'd go mad when I found out I had to go on this shitty camping trip."
"You haven't told anyone about our afternoon together yesterday, have you?" she asked.
"Oh, no, I want you all for myself!"
Angelia looked quickly around again to make sure they were still alone.
"This will have to hold you until you come back." She began rubbing her palm over his bulging shorts.
A sigh escaped his lips. His eyes fluttered wildly.
Angelia undid his pants and unzipped his fly. His prick came alive under her insistent touch. It was quickly erect and gorged with blood.
"Fuck me, Angelia, please fuck me. I'll do anything," he panted hoarsely. His hands lay helplessly at his side. He couldn't move them.
"Just think what you'll have to look forward to, honey."
She rubbed his throbbing cock against his underpants, feeling the moisture of sweat produced by the friction appear through his underpants.
"Faster, faster!" His eyes closed. He put his head back and leaned his back against the hood of the car. His hips thrust forward to meet the ecstatic touch of her hand.
She could feel his balls rise and fall as they filled with come. His cock head grew more and more swollen.
Her fingers crept under his underpants to tickle his tiny balls. His coarse pubic hair ran through her fingers.
His neck muscles tightened as he readied to shoot his gism in his pants. His breathing came in great heaving gulps of air.
Pulling him toward her so his face nestled against her tits, Angelia rubbed him harder.
He could feel her nipples harden under the thin material of her blouse. This excited him more.
Michael felt his come surge upward from his balls. His milky gism shot out, soaking his underpants. His prick pulsated madly under her touch.
His long sighs of pleasure were muffled against her tits. Still his come flowed, until his cock went limp. The stain deepened against the white cloth of his underpants.
Holding him against her, Angelia zipped up his pants and snapped it closed. Her palm was moist with his come.
Michael's face was red and sweaty from exertion.
Angelia brought out a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to Michael.
"You better wipe yourself off a little. We wouldn't want your friends to think you pissed in your pants."
Michael smiled and shyly turned his back as he wiped away his come.
With that one boyish gesture of modestly Angelia's heart skipped a beat. How she wanted to taste his cock!
Michael carefully bunched the handkerchief up to try and hide any evidence of his come.
Angelia took it and pressing it to her mouth, he greedily lapped up a glob of it and Michael couldn't believe his eyes.
Angelia folded the handkerchief and put it back in her purse. She smiled and said, "I'll keep the rest for later."
Michael's knees were weak like he was about to come again. He longed for her touch, her body.
"You better hurry and catch up with your friends before they notice you're gone."
She bent down to kiss him on the mouth, thrusting her tongue as far down his throat as it would go. He sucked it, tasting her spit.
His hand reached into her blouse to caress her tits.
Angelia pulled herself away. "Save your strength, you'll need it when you get back." They laughed.
Lightly spanking his ass, she watched him run off to where his backpack lay.
He waved to her and smiled broadly, then rushed off with his sack over his shoulder. His hair flowed freely in the wind.
Angelia had to hold herself against the car for support. Her legs had suddenly turned to jelly. She could feel herself become wet with juice between her legs.
Pulling herself together, she walked leisurely toward the store and paid for her groceries.
She had been driving back to the house for perhaps ten minutes when she saw a boy standing by the side of the road, motioning with his thumb for a lift.
She pulled over to the side just ahead of him and motioned for him to get in the car.
He looked eleven or twelve, thin and obviously very shy. He said in a soft, feminine voice, "Can you give me a lift to the camp?" He was almost stuttering.
"Sure, I'll be going right by it. Get in."
He sat with his hands in his lap, looking out the side window as if trying to make himself invisible.
"How would you like to stop over at my place for a few minutes for a cool drink. It's awfully hot."
He turned to face her. "Oh, no thank you, ma'am. I have to get back for my swimming lessons."
Throwing caution to the wind, Angelia said, "I know quite a few boys at the camp. We're all very good friends. They come to my place often."
He blushed, pushing away a mass of curly hair that fell over his eyes.
"What's your name?" she asked. "Tommy."
"Mine is Angelia. Have you ever heard of me?"
He shook his head, not sure what he was expected to say to her.
Probably keeps to himself a lot, he thought. He looked so pale and fragile.
"I've made a lot of boys your age very happy."
He smiled weakly, not comprehending what she was suggesting.
"Don't be so shy. You can trust me. I won't hurt you."
This made him blush deeper. Ashamed, he turned his head again.
His shorts were bunched up close to reveal most of his thighs. She longed to stop the car and caress his flanks.
"I've got an idea," she said brightly. "We'll go to my place for just a few minutes then I'll drive you to the camp. You wouldn't want me to carry those big, heavy package by myself, would you?"
She cocked her head toward the back seat where Tommy could see a carton with several bags in it, all filled to the brim with food.
"Okay," he said reluctantly. "But, just for a few minutes." She could barely hear him. He was terribly nervous, sensing something wasn't right.
She tried to get him to relax, talking to him gently, but he remained to himself, not venturing to speak unless spoken to first.
When they got to the house, Tommy began to carry in the packages. Angelia directed him to the kitchen where he set the bags down on the table.
When they were finished Angelia took him gently by the hand and said, "Why don't we go into the bedroom. I have something good to show you."
Tommy swallowed hard. He was beginning to get the message.
"You said we could go after the packages were in," he said weakly as she led him into the bedroom.
They sat side by side on the bed. She unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her heaving tits out to him. She cupped them invitingly, rubbing them against his crimson cheeks.
Tommy tried to get up, but he couldn't. He felt glued to the bed, unable to keep his eyes off her full tits.
His voice cracked as he said, "I really have to-" But he was unable to finish.
Angelia cupped his delicate face in her hands and brought him to her. Her tongue flicked out and slid between his lips.
She could hear him exhale and tremble beneath her kiss. Her hands sought out his cock.
"Don't be afraid. I can make you feel real good." She licked his ear. "Do you like that."
"Yes, very much."
He's coming out of himself, she thought, ready for what Angelia has to give him, even though he's not sure what exactly that is.
"Unzip my fly, Tommy, and feel what's inside."
He obeyed, letting his fingers lose themselves in her deep, dark bush. He was shocked when she became wet.
"That means I want you very much, Tommy. When my pussy gets wet, she's ready for your cock."
His eyes looked at her uncomprehendingly. Things were happening too fast for his mind to register properly. He never took much interest in girls, but he had been jerking off regularly and knew the sensations that could produce.
He felt his cock expand in his shorts like it did when he thought of beating his meat.
His fingers went deeper into her bush, seeking out the lips that were turning wet with juice.
Angelia quickly took off his T-shirt and pressed him back onto the back.
"I told you there was nothing to be afraid of, Tommy. I just want to make you feel good. I want to turn you into a man."
Her palm ran in circles on his heaving chest. His hand went up to feel her tits.
Angelia's hand went inside his shorts to cup his prick and tiny balls. She felt a small trace of hair that was like fine down.
He's not too young, she thought. He's ready for me. Warm sensations filled her.
His limp prick began to come alive. She lifted her hand out of his shorts and began unzipping him.
"You're not scared, are you?" she asked.
He could only shake his head. His body felt like it was on fire. Sensation mingled inside to overpower him.
She slipped off his shorts while pulling down her own. She lay on top of him, massaging his growing prick with her wet cunt.
"Would you like to taste my come?" she said.
Again, Tommy could only nod his head. His eyes gleamed.
Straddling him, she slowly lowered her cunt over his face. She was overjoyed to see her cunt juice drip and splatter on his thin, undeveloped chest.
At first she thought he was trying to push her away, but instead he was inserting a finger in her cunt as if she were good enough to eat.
Gingerly, he tasted the juices that ran from his forefinger. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face.
"Like the taste, my little man?"
"It's delicious!"
Hearing him speak her name out loud excited her and made her juice flow more freely.
He put in two fingers and slurped her come off them eagerly. She lowered herself on him again.
"Feel for the little mound of flesh inside with your tongue. Suck it and you'll get more juice and make me feel very, very happy!"
His tongue parted her folds of cunt flesh, revealing the pink vibrating flesh inside.
He sucked and swallowed like a person possessed. His tiny hands pulled her ass to him.
Cunt juice rolled off his chin onto his belly, running down to his erect prick.
"You're so good, Tommy. I can't believe how good you are." A deep animal sound gathered at the back of her throat.
She shook uncontrollably. Waves of ecstasy spread like a blanket inside her torrid flesh.
A slurping sound filled the room as Tommy fed himself from her cunt. His teeth gnashed her pussy hair.
"Suck harder," she cried. "Suck me to the bone."
Tommy didn't need to be told what to do. He learned remarkably fast.
His head throbbed with the delicious taste of her cunt. Her cunt lips caressed his gums.
He opened her slit wider still, his tongue and lips embracing her inner flesh folds.
"You're too fucking good," she cried, her voice growing hysterical with lustful abandon.
The room turned red. The sky exploded.
Her knees gave in and she fell forward over Tommy's prone, youthful body. Shivers ran up and down her naked spine.
"Go, eat my cunt up. Eat it."
She couldn't think to form the most inadequate words to express her excitement as lightning raced through her flooded cunt.
She thought she would die. Her pleasure was so unbelievably intense. She couldn't begin to comprehend it.
She was plainly hysterical. Tears coursed down her cheeks unchecked.
When she began to sob like she did, he stopped and faced her on his side.
He had to use both hands to wipe away her juice from his face before he could speak.
"I'm not hurting you, Angelia, am I? I wouldn't do that for anything in the world."
"Oh, Tommy," was all he could say as she embraced the boy. "I'm crying because you're giving me so much pleasure," she said when he had caught her breath.
"I thought my heart would collapse. For a little boy you can move mountains!"
Tommy lay his head against her tits. "Is this what you do with other boys at the camp?"
"Yes, I'm known by quite a few of the boys there."
"I don't hang around with a lot of the guys. I really don't like the camp. My parents made me go."
He sounded so lonely Angelia wanted to hold him forever. A renewed stirring grew inside her as she eyed his small erection.
She gently rubbed his slight tuft of silken pubic hair.
"Will you teach me how to do it with you, Angelia?"
"You mean how to fuck?" He blushed.
"You're so adorable I could eat you up." She nibbled his earlobe, then trailed her tongue down his neck to his shoulders. From there she lingered on each of his tiny tits, leaving wet circles of saliva around them like halos.
Her tongue dug into his navel, then went lower and lower. She sucked on his pubes, drawing the hair sharply between her teeth.
"I'm going to suck your prick like you sucked my cunt."
She sucked his balls like a pair of cherries. His cock darted on his belly in excitement.
She took his limp cock in her mouth, rhythmically drawing it in and out, coating it with her saliva.
His ass moved up from the bed and she proceeded to stick a finger up his tight, honey-smelling ass-hole. Tommy smelled sweetly of boyish sweat and soap. And something else. That special smell of rising come, rising like steam from his balls. He whimpered as she stuck her pinkie up his hole. She had never come across an ass-hole so tight and unwilling before.
Gradually, however, the hole opened to let her digit in. In and out it went until she was sure she could insert her forefinger.
It went in without any resistance. He lifted himself up to let her in deeper.
His tiny cock was firm in her mouth. She could feel the tiny veins pulsate as they filled with blood.
His cock head enlarged, preparing itself for the flood of gism being made ready for use in his balls.
Angelia's mouth hung half open as she looked at the prone figure of her little lover. His cock was wet and glistening with saliva. She saw the head of it bob up and down from the hot desire that was pulsating through him.
She continued to suck on his erect member as if it were a lollipop.
"Angelia, you're making me feel like I've never felt before," he moaned. "More, Angelia, more."
"I'll make you feel so good, Tommy. like you'll never feel again. I'll make you feel like a man."
Angelia took his heaving cock out of her mouth. "Pinch my tits, Tommy. Pinch them hard."
Tommy reached up to grasp her bobbing tits which were swinging like pendulums above him.
Her lips quivered as his fingers brushed across her hard, dark nipples. She could feel the light scrapping of his fingernails against the skin of her tits.
Her nipples became even more hard and erect under his touch.
She moaned with pleasure to encourage him further.
How she loved that darling little boy. Already his fingers were growing more expert under her guidance.
"I'm thirsty, Tommy. I want your come in my mouth to quench my thirst. Then I want to feel you inside me."
She put his cock in her mouth and sucked him off to the hilt. His balls jumped like marbles in her hand.
Tommy arched his back and let out a high-pitched moan as she scratched under his balls, drawing her digit in and out of his ass-hole.
The flesh inside his ass-hole got musky and hot and more pliable under her probing.
She sucked his prick harder as her desire for him drove her over the brink of sanity. All she could think of was his cock.
Her mouth watered at the thought of his come shooting hot in her mouth.
Tommy's fingers entwined themselves in her thick, matted pussy bush.
"You want to feel my cunt with your prick, don't you, Tommy?"
"Yes!" he cried in breathless excitement. "I want to keep it there forever."
"Feel inside, you lovely little boy. Feel my cunt flesh."
"It's getting so wet. Does that mean you're coming?"
"Yes! Yes! I've never felt so good in my life. Go in deeper, put your whole hand inside."
Tommy loved the slippery wet feel of her cunt and the strange little button just inside her cunt lips. It got bigger and thicker.
His prick felt like it was being dipped in molten lava. He would come any minute. He couldn't hold it back much longer.
"Let me taste your cunt again, Angelia. Bring it to my mouth like before." His voice trembled.
"Yes, dear, you know just what to do."
She maneuvered herself over him until she straddled his chest. His prick was still in her mouth.
Her cunt juice left a trail on his chest as it dripped from her slit like a faucet.
He slurped and slurped. His cock became harder and thicker.
Suddenly he stopped sucking her running cunt hole, arched his back and ushered a cry of ecstasy.
Angelia quickly positioned herself back to where she was, facing him so she could watch the expression of pleasure on his flushed face.
She placed her two hands like a vise under his ass cheeks. Her digit went in and out like a piston.
Tommy's back arched like the rainbow of colors he was feeling inside himself. His backbone felt like it would snap in two.
Angelia held his heaving thighs down to watch his leg muscles tense and bulge. She pulled at his cock without mercy. She was mad with passion.
Tommy's hand fluttered wildly in the air, unable to grasp anything.
"Eat my cock. Tear it with your teeth."
Whipped to a frenzy, she sucked harder, pulling at his tortured red cock flesh.
"You're so tender and juicy," she said, releasing his swollen prick from the grasp of her lips.
"No! Don't stop. Not now! Angelia, please!"
His face was transformed in an aura of animal pleasure. Sweat ran down from his forehead and matted his hair.
Streams of sweat trickled down from underneath his hairless armpits. His thighs and lower belly were soaked in her saliva.
"Here we go, my little man," she said, placing the man root in her mouth for renewed sucking.
In one searing jet of liquid flame his come shot out, coating the inside of her mouth with its sticky, warm coat of pleasure.
His whole body jumped in spasms beneath her.
"Oh, I can't stand it." His words were garbled in a deep primeval moan.
His gism continued to flow, too much for her mouth to contain. It dribbled down her chin. She swallowed, feeling the thick come ooze down her parched throat.
Tommy lay still. His lips moved but no words came out. He breathed heavily through his nostrils.
The fragrance of his come rose to envelop them. She sucked on his prick head to absorb every trace of his seed.
His cock slit grew red and inflamed. His meat inside was raw and creamy.
They both lay side by side panting and moaning. His hand rested on her pussy.
"How does it feel to be a man?" Angelia asked.
Tommy wet his lips. His eyes grew weak.
He reached over and pulled her face to his, covering himself in her thick jet black hair.
He sobbed in her arms.
She was frightened. "Tommy, what's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I? Maybe I was too rough with you."
"Angelia," he sobbed. "I never ever felt so good before!"
"My little baby," she whispered and drew him closer, smothering him to her neck and caressing his smooth shoulders.
She rocked him like a baby as he wept with joy.
Angelia felt so proud of herself. Never had any of her little boys displayed such emotion before.
She gave him her nipple to suck on like a baby.
Watery come dripped from his limp cock. She rubbed it off and she scooped it up with her fingertip like a shovel.
She put it to her lips, letting the come roll between her then, tasting the salty liquid.
"Has my little boy had enough for one day or would you like more?"
"I just want to sleep alongside you."
"We can do that later. You brought me to such a feverish pitch I want to feel you inside me now. I need your juicy little cock in my cunt."
"I can't. My balls ache so."
"But I can give you even more pleasure. Fuck me. Lose your virginity inside me."
"What do I have to do?" he asked sleepily. , She smiled at his innocence. She could weep at the thought of his sweet innocence.
She was aroused now to the point that she had to have herself filled with him. The touch of his hands, his cock, his lips, his thighs, his balls, his belly. All of him had to be hers to fuck with.
She began to jerk him off with her moist hand. He moaned.
"When your cock is stiff with blood and come you stick it up my cunt as far as it will go. In and out, like I did with your prick in my mouth."
"Oh, yes. I'd like that." His hand reached for her twat.
"I knew you wouldn't hold back." She was in complete control again, nothing could stop them now. They would reach heaven in one another's embrace.
His fingers tickled her clit and moved around to her ass-hole.
She spread her legs wide and pulled his ass closer to her. His limp dick lay against her cunt lips.
He laughed impishly as her bush tickled his moist little member.
They were both excited now. Tommy wanted desperately to please her. He knew it was his job to give her what she wanted so badly. He realized the mystery the other boys has always talked about in hushed tones. The stuff they wouldn't let him in on.
Now he wanted to fuck like crazy. Angelia was so fucking beautiful. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Even the girls in those magazines he used to excite himself with when he whacked off weren't as pretty.
With Angelia everything crystallized. He understood everything now.
He would never take the pleasure his cock gave him for granted again. He could now, with the help of Angelia, manipulate his prick to give him the real pleasure he desired.
He felt like a god, the only man on earth. And Angelia was the only woman.
Angelia straddled his thighs. She lowered her dripping pussy onto Tommy's tool.
He would show her how much of a man he could be. His prick took control now. His whole being was concentrated in the rumbling inside his throbbing shaft.
Angelia tightened and relaxed the muscles of her cunt around the shaft of his growing cock.
They worked together like a pounding sex machine. They understood completely one another's desires.
Their groans and moans began to surface, filling the air. They wanted to fuck until they would rip each other apart.
She held Tommy's erect cock inside her and watched as he slowly slid it in and out of her and come out wet and sticky with her come.
She spurted her come all over him like a shower. The room became thick with the smell of her cream. It hung like a cloud above them.
Angelia slipped her hands before her to embrace his ass. She pulled apart his ass cheeks to feel his puckered little hole.
"Angelia, I love that more than anything, to have your fingers up my ass-hole."
She prodded his hole with her fingers as he humped her passionately.
His head fell back and his tongue lolled out.
He felt her cunt pull at his prick like a hundred pairs of tiny hands. He felt his balls fill with come.
She closed her legs around his cock making a slushy sound as her juice spread like a milky fan over his inner thighs and dripped from his balls.
He pounded and pounded and pounded at her, sniffing the stifling fragrance of her love oil.
He reached down with his palm to lap up as much of her come as he could, slurping it up with puckered lips.
This drove her mad with passion. Sweat rolled off her in great drops.
Tommy took his cock out with his hand and rubbed it against her cunt lips. He opened and closed his gaping piss hole.
"Oh, that's good, Tommy. Rub harder. Doesn't that feel so, so good?"
She wanted every inch of his tool inside her hole.
"Give me more. You slip in so easily. We were made for each other. Do it. Go in. deeper.
I want to have your balls in my cunny. Fuck me!"
Her muscles pulled with a strength that drove him up the wall. His cock filled with thick, rich come.
"I'm going to shoot my come. I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried.
"Do it to me, Tommy. Fuck my brains out."
He pulled at her cunt lips with both hands, prying them further apart. His tool continued going in and out.
She now had two fingers up his ass. They grew moist and watery.
Tommy racked and scraped his hair against hers. The root of his cock rubbed her clit. It was sheer heavenly bliss.
It was delicious for her and she couldn't get enough of it.
Tommy bucked and shoved his throbbing cock in as far as it would go. It ripped through her like a fiery pole of passion.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she screamed.
Her fingers worked together in his flaming ass-hole. She thought they would burn to cinders with the friction.
"You're so wonderful! How can you stand it for so long? I've never been fucked so long and so good before."
Angelia wanted to hold him inside her as long as possible.
She could smell her own cunt and knew she was more turned on than ever before. How could such a young boy work over her like this was beyond her.
His orgasm was long in coming, but the deep rumbling within his balls and shaft made him realize that it would be a hundred times better than before. And to think he wanted to go to sleep!
He knew that each time was better than the last. That's why he would jerk-off three and four times in succession.
He thought what it would be like to fuck Angelia three and four times one right after the other. The bed springs shook and creaked under his thrusts.
His passion was unbridled like a wild, untamed stud. His chest was soaked with her slushy come right up to his erect little tits.
"Fuck me, fuck me fuck me," she groaned in unison with his powerful thrusts.
"I can feel my come rising," he cried, "Shit, I can't stand it! Angelia, you're doing such good things to my cock."
"I know, I know," she said. "I can feel it throbbing. It's so big and it keeps getting bigger and thicker."
Tommy kept both hands spread wide over her hips to steady his pounding into her hole.
"Suck my tits. Put your head on my tits and suck them right off."
He squeezed her ripe tits until she cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Yes! That's it. You little fuck boy, eat me."
She pulled his mouth down on hers and thrust her tongue down his throat. He pulled at her tongue like he did her tits.
Their tongues whipped in and out to caress each other. Their spit bubbled and slurped.
She wrapped her legs around him, stifling his breathing. They rocked and bucked like animals.
His come gathered in a rich pool in his balls as it prepared to shot up his shaft.
His hips rose in the air so quickly that Angelia thought he would cut her in two like a sharp knife.
"My balls! My balls!" he screamed.
His hot seed rushed out from his cock head in lusty torrents.
Their bodies steamed. They choked on the thick luxuriant scent of their mutual come.
His come filled her cunt hole till she thought she would burst. Their juices mingled and flowed out of her pussy lips as one.
Still his male gism spurt out. "Aaaaggghhh," he cried shrilly.
"Show me you love me. Pump me. Fuck me. Eat me," she moaned.
He was spent. His balls throbbed with pain and pleasure. But he was dry. He had done his best for her.
It was so hot in the room now that neither of them could move. His limp half-erection inched its way out of her dripping cunt.
He rolled over on his back and covered his eyes.
Poor little darling, Angelia thought. I've worn him out. She could feel terribly guilty in inflicting her insatiable passions on this tousled boy if it weren't for the fact that he, too, reeled in ecstasy along with her.
More important, perhaps, he would have more to look forward to in the future. She would always be here to give him more.
He cupped his balls in his palms and squirmed in mock pain. "Oh," he cried, "I ache like a mother fucker. How can I go back to the camp and swim now!"
Angelia laughed. "God, I forgot all about your swimming. What time is it, sweetheart?"
She turned to look at the alarm clock on her dresser table.
"Why, we've only been fucking for a little over an hour. It seems like years and years."
"It seems like I've been in your juicy cunt forever," he said with the look in his eyes that
Angelia was so familiar with. That droopy, sleepy look that always follows her love making with her boys.
Later, they could fuck nonstop for hours, reaching one orgasm after another until they both cried out for mercy.
Tommy would be no exception. He was one of the youngest lays she had, but the younger the prick the better, as far as she was concerned.
She would conquer boys younger and rosier than Tommy of only they had the seed to moisten her desire. It wasn't enough just to feel their little tools in her mouth and cunt-she had to have their come too.
"I can see you again, Angelia, can't I," he pleaded.
"Of course you can, my little over boy. What made you think I would let you go?"
"I thought that maybe ... " his shyness returned.
"What?" Her voice was gentle. He was a special one. She would have to handle him carefully. It was like holding a beautiful, fragile piece of china in her arms. Little boys could break so easily.
"I thought maybe I ... .. I wasn't any good for you. But," he added quickly, "it was only my first time. I'll do better next time ... I promise."
"There's no need to make excuses for yourself. You were probably the best fuck I've had."
"Really!" he cried incredulously. "You're not just saying that to make me feel good?"
"I thought I already did that." They broke up laughing.
"I hate to say it," Angelia said after they lay silent for a few minutes," but you'll have to be getting back soon."
"I know, but I can hardly walk!"
"Well, you'll just have to try your best," she said affectionately.
"Before I go, can I have one more taste of your delicious come?"
"Oh, you dear, dear boy!" She spread her legs and let him drink deeply of her come.
He tantalized her with the flickering movements of his tongue which brought forth more juice.
His nose breathed in her female smell. He couldn't believe it after all their fucking, but his prick began to stir.
"Oh, Angelia, how I loved your finger up my ass-hole." His ass muscles pulled and contracted as he relieved the feelings still nestled inside his tube.
"I make it my business to know what little boys like you want most."
He slurped up some more of her twat, nibbling at her cunt lips which were flabby and loose.
Angelia had to force herself to say, "You really have to be going, Tommy. She hated to say it.
"Please, just one more minute. It's so good."
Angelia had to practically pull him from her dripping cunt before they could dress and she could drive him to the outskirts of the camp.