Chapter 4
Michael arrived at her house first. He looked terribly hurt. "You never told me you were fucking Bill," he said, looking like he would burst into tears any minute.
She put her hands on his shoulders, ready to-pull him to her tits in an embrace. She couldn't understand what was wrong with him. She thought he would be thrilled.
He pushed her roughly away. "Cut the shit, Angelia. I thought I was the only one you cared about. I thought I was the only one who could really bring you pleasure. Now you go and fuck Bill and then expect me to fuck you with him too." He burst into tears and hid his face against the wall.
"Oh, my poor little Michael," she cried out in anguish. "What have I done?" She tried to comfort him, but he only pushed her away.
"You know I love you the most. I just couldn't bear to be without your sweet little prick for two whole days, and when I saw Billy swimming I just couldn't resist. You're too young to understand. Just because I fuck another boy it doesn't mean I love you any less," Angelia explained.
One of the reasons she loved her little boys so much better than men was because of the emotional ties that weren't demanded of her. With a man there was always a possibility that her freedom would be in jeopardy, that she might have to marry and settle down.
But her boys accepted things as they were and didn't demand anything from her outside of their mutual pleasure while fucking.
Now Michael was posing a dilemma she was unprepared to handle, if he was as troubled as he seemed. Perhaps it was something she could reason him out of. She never imagined that he would act this way.
She waited patiently until Michael calmed down a bit. She sat on the couch and motioned for him to sit next to her. "Please, Michael, let me try and explain to you."
"You don't care a shit about him, that's all. I thought when I'd get back we'd be all alone, just the two of us ... I thought I would go out of my mind without you ... "
"I know. I know. I felt the same way. Just imagine what you felt without me." Angelia said," but only a hundred times worse. That's how I felt without you, Michael. I couldn't stand it.
"I tried not to show it," she continued," but I was really let down when you told me about the camping trip in the first place. It wasn't your fault, of course, that you had to go, that's not what I mean, but I needed to fuck so badly. I was burning up with desire ... but you know I still love you the most."
"But you didn't even tell me about your fucking together," he said pouting. "Bill was the one that told me. He had such a greedy look in his eyes that I could have killed him. He told me what you both did together. Just the idea of someone else's cock in your cunt is enough to drive me up the wall."
"But you know I've fucked boys like you before we met," she said.
"Yes ... I know ... but that's not the same thing. That's already over with. I knew all about that from the guys at camp."
Angelia felt strangely ashamed. "I'm sorry, my precious," she said softly. "Please believe me Michael. I wouldn't want to hurt you for the world. I was so stupid only to think of myself and not of your feelings too." She stroked his hair lovingly, then she gently pushed away the tears that streaked his troubled face.
"I'll understand if you don't forgive me and never want to see me again, Michael, but I want you to know that I was wrong and that I apologize."
His chest heaved. "You know I can't live without you! I was just hurt, that's all. I thought maybe you dropped me for another guy."
Don't be upset, Michael. It hurts me to see you like this. I don't know what came over me yesterday. I promise I won't be so thoughtless again. Ever."
There was a sudden knock at the door.
It was Bill. She closed the door behind her and stood on the porch with him. He knew right away that something was wrong.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I can't explain right now, but we'll have to postpone our plan."
"How come?" His face flushed in anger.
"It's Michael. He's terribly upset that I didn't tell him of our plans myself."
"So what? Why should he be upset," he leered. "I wouldn't be if I were in his shoes."
"Michael is younger than you and he's a sensitive little boy. He doesn't understand things like you and I."
"Bullshit! What's this shit you're trying to pull on me?"
"Billy, I'm telling you the truth, believe me.
He clenched his fists. "He's in there with you now, isn't he! What are you trying to tell me? To fuck off or what?" He was livid with anger.
Bill calmed down a bit. "He didn't say anything to me when I told him...."
"I know," Angelia said, "but he got here a few minutes ago and started to cry. Believe me, he's all upset...."
"What do you think I am for shit sake. I was looking forward to a kinky fuck and now you give me this crap!"
It was Angelia's turn to get angry. "Look! Don't be such a fucking pain in the ass! I'm the one dealing the cards and you better remember that. If you don't watch yourself you'll never see my cunt again."
"Okay, okay. I believe you. But what's gonna happen now?"
"Just let me talk to him and calm him down. We can then meet here again tomorrow. I know I can talk him into it. I'll let him give you all the details, how's that?"
"Okay," There was obviously nothing he could do now, so why hassle any more?
"Good," she said. "He'll see you back at the camp later. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong. I'll settle everything."
She leaned over and gave him a wet, juicy kiss on the mouth. Her tongue played with his gums then drew away. "Run along now and let Angelia make things alright."
Things, could have gotten very nasty, she thought, as she went back in the house.
Michael stared at her with an empty expression. She couldn't be sure what he was thinking.
She took his face in her hands and bent over to kiss him. He embraced her and put his cheek close to hers.
"Do you forgive me, Michael," she asked in a whisper that send shivers up his spine.
He paused a minute before he replied. "I ... I guess so."
"Then we're still friends?" She drew away to look into his eyes.
He smiled and gave a little shrug. "Yeah, I suppose so.
Angelia tickled him playfully in the ribs and they fell on the bed laughing like two small children.
His hand reached into her shirt and cupped her pliant tits. Without saying a word, Angelia unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, and began unzipping his shorts.
Slowly she pulled the zipper up and down against his underpants creating a delicious friction against his bulging cock. She could feel it grow hard and thicken in pleasure.
"Ohhh," the boy moaned, spreading his legs.
"You like that, don't you, Michael," she teased gently. They were back on the same footing again. It was as if the trouble a few minutes ago had never happened.
"Oh, Angelia. You always know what I like best," he moaned.
"I'll make up for all the pain and torment I caused you. I want your manly cock in my cunt and in my mouth."
Those were the words Michael wanted to hear the most, the ones that kept running through his head over and over.
She pulled off his shorts and yanked off his underpants. His prick throbbed in her hand.
"Aaaaggghhh," he gasped in a long sigh of pleasure.
Angelia jerked off his prick in her hand.
"Put it in your mouth. I want your mouth on my cock. Suck my come. Suck me dry."
She covered his cock head with her mouth, running her tongue all around it. It made Michael's head swim.
Angelia sucked and lapped at him with the growing fury of her desire and passion. She began to rub and tweak her clit and her cunt lips. She wished she had another boy to stick a cock up her cunt hole.
She fantasized about having Bill's cock up her cunt and Michael's up her ass-hole.
It was so exciting to think that she experienced a mild orgasm that whetted her appetite for what was yet to come.
The cock in her mouth was now as stiff and as hard as it was going to get. It felt so big she had to have it up her cunt. She wished Michael didn't want a blow-job so badly, but she'd have to give it to him.
She slipped the cock out of her mouth and smiled at him.
"Don't stop now," he whimpered, "Put your prick in your mouth and suck it."
Angelia felt Michael's hand descent to her belly and find its way to her cunt. She gasped in surprise and delightful pleasure as he found her clit and slowly played it back and forth in his fingers.
He moaned and smiled and looked at
Angelia with eyes glazed with lust. She had seen it on all her little boys as they fucked her. She hefted his balls in her hands to test the weight and fullness of them.
Michael's cock was wet and glistened from her mouth. She saw the head of it bob up and down as she took it in and out of her mouth.
She sucked his prick harder as the pleasure coursing through her brought her on the brink of insanity. He thrust his hips forward and forced his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me with your throat. Fuck me. Fuck me," he moaned.
His hot come fluid felt like molten lava in his balls. His balls pressed up against the bottom of his shaft as they prepared to shoot their milky load.
"I'm coming, Angelia. I can't stop it," he moaned in pain and pleasure, the two sensations merging together to produce a sensation that was driving him up a wall.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she continued to suck at his tool.
He arched his back and pulled his head sharply back. The muscles on his neck jumped out. His chest heaved.
In and out his busy cock went. Deeper and deeper into the recesses of her deep throat. He couldn't stand it much longer.
Then it happened.
Fierce strings of come rushed out of his cock head and scalded the inside of Angelia's mouth. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of his seed.
She sucked on his erect cock like ice cream. Her eyes fluttered as she tasted his manly, salty juice. She had to hold onto his hips to keep herself steady as he squirmed and bounced like crazy under her.
She held his cock in her and pushed the come up his swollen shaft. As tiny drops emerged from his piss hole, she sucked the head of his shaft through puckered lips like a human vacuum.
She let his steamy hot fluid ooze down her throat.
Her saliva gathered in a bubbly pool on his pubes. It ran through his little bush, between the individual curly hairs, and coursed down to his balls.
Michael felt at peace with himself and with the world and he knew that Angelia felt just the same way.
He stretched himself languidly as Angelia lay besides him with her head on his belly. He raked his fingers through her dark, rich hair.
Angelia caressed his thighs, rejoicing in their creamy adolescent texture. She kneaded the developing muscles with her dexterous fingers.
"Oh, Angelia," he sighed, "you give the best blow-job in the world."
"That's what all my little men say." They smiled at each other and she continued to rub his thighs while Michael reached under to cup her tits in his eager hands.
Now he's ready for the real thing, she thought.
She straddled his thighs and began pulling up his limp cock with her cunt lips.
She pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers and fit the quivering flesh like a glove over his moist cock head and forced it up in the air.
A tremor of pleasure ran up Michael's belly. The scene of her pulling at his cock with her cunt lips was so kinky it excited him like he'd never been excited before. It was like the first time they fucked together.
His prick quickly got hard and firm as she rose up and down on her haunches, only massaging his throbbing cock tip of desire.
It was like having a hundred oily little elves play with his piss hole.
The dome of his cock head expanded with blood and turned a deep red as blood rushed up to it.
The hard flesh of her clit dug into his shaft as she went down on him.
He moaned and groaned in anguish and pleasure. He was hot all over with a throbbing fever.
The pressure of his come load was building deep in the recesses of his sacs.
"Fuck me," he moaned. "In your cunt. Put my cock in your cunt. Oh, Angelia...."
His words drove her mad. She couldn't any longer control her movements so that his prick was forced in and out of her cunt right up the hilt.
The deep redolence of her cunt folds enveloped his throbbing, burning manroot. Angelia's breath came out in heaving gasps that both frightened and delighted the boy.
"Yes ... your cock is in me. It's inside me, Michael. Feel it inside me. Ride me ... ride me forever!"
Michael was beyond words. His mind was in another world. All his precious body fluids were rushing to his thick shaft, filling it until it felt about to burst. It simply felt utterly incredible.
"Just think," Angelia panted, "how it would feel to have Bill's cock in your mouth ... to have your prick in my pussy at the same time ... to have his balls up my ass-hole...."
Angelia was crazy with passion and lust. Words tumbled from her gaping mouth; she didn't know what she was saying. But understanding dawned in Michael's dulled, feverish mind.
Visualizing the three of them fucking and both their little pricks in her mouth at the same time and the rush of their come filling her mouth made her buck Michael's prick harder and faster.
"Shit yes," he cried. "Faster, faster!"
"Both your pricks up my ass," she moaned. "I can frig you both with the muscles of my shit tube at the same time."
The idea of them all fucking and sucking at the same time turned Michael on. Yes, he thought, yes ... yes! I'd like that!
As she pounded the boy's cock unmercifully she kept repeating over and over how wonderful it would be to have both their cocks in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She could give Bill head and be fucking Michael at the same time.
They fantasized about how it would be with the three of them fucking and sucking that it was almost like having Bill there in the room with them.
Michael's antagonism and jealousy toward Bill faded away in a delicious mist of ecstasy. He could hardly wait to taste Angelia's cunt and feel Bill's prick in his hand at the same time.
He wanted Bill's cock up his ass-hole and his own prick in Angelia's mouth.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," he moaned in delicious agony and pleasure as Angelia bucked and straddled his bursting cock between her wet thighs.
Words couldn't explain the intenseness of his lust. He could only groan like a wild animal.
He rose from the bed with his cock still inside Angelia's dripping cunt and forced himself down on her.
In and out went his heaving member. It was like a burning pole of desire inside her.
He pumped her like there was no tomorrow. Both their sweat and her flowing cunt juice mingled to form the familiar scent of desire and pleasure.
"Fuck me harder," she screamed shrilly, "Your cock ... inside me ... deeper...."
Her words whipped him to a frenzy of passion the-likes of which he never thought existed inside him before.
Tears of joy and pain coursed down their cheeks. She pulled him down closer to her and kissed him wetly on the mouth. Her tongue was an evil serpent inside his mouth. They sucked each other's tongues.
He couldn't hold his come in much longer. Their thighs made a slushing noise as her pussy juice flooded his tight come-filled balls, making him ache in blissful desire.
Then his floodgates opened to let out an awesome rush of thickly rich come sauce. It spurted out of him and coated the inner folds of her cunt hole.
As his cock thrust in and out of her cunt the hot come liquid sent shivers of pleasure through her clit.
"Oh, shit ... " she moaned in his ear.
He was shaking with the pleasure running through his shaft like a massive bolt of electricity.
His hips continued to thrust his limp half-erection inside her. Dribbles of water spent come slipped down the outside of his cock shaft and dripped down to his shrunken balls, drop by precious drop.
Michael's vital juices had been drained through his cock head. He felt as dry as a desert.
It was frustrating. Michael's cock still jerked up and down trying to shoot out more come, but his load was spent. And with it the intense sex buzz he loved so.
A warm sleepy afterglow of pleasure made his body tingle. His thrusts slowed and then stopped. He pulled his limp, beaten prick out of her cunt and fell back exhausted on the bed.
From where he lay Michael could see inside the pink redolences of her satisfied pussy. Her cunt lips were floppy and loose. Liquid gism dribbled from her cunt lips that were like a spout and soaked the sheets under her.
"Oh come to me, my sweet little love maker," she moaned.
It ached even to breath, but he managed to crawl slowly to her side and fall into her embrace. Her dark, sensuous nipples were hard and firm in his mouth as he sucked her tits.
"You're my little fuck machine and I love you for it," she moaned contentedly.
She fondled his battered prick in her hand.
"Please, don't," he cried out in pain.
"Oh, my poor little man," Angelia cooed sympathetically. "I've really worn you out."
Michael grinned sheepishly. That grin said it all. He would never tire with her, pain or no pain.
They spent the rest of the day in each other's arms, talking softly. Turning on the charm, Angelia made him readily agree to a group fuck with Bill the following afternoon.
Michael would meet him at camp and they would come over to Angelia's house together.
But mixed emotions ran through Michael's body. They were new sensations and they scared him. He was thinking of Bill trying to picture what his cock looked like.
Michael had never seen another boy's prick before. Even at camp he always managed to take a shower alone, too embarrassed to let the other boys see his cock. like all young boys who are unsure of themselves, he felt that somehow his cock was smaller than it should be and that its size would provoke humiliating laughter from the older boys.
Bill was older than Michael by two years and a huskier boy. Michael had talked to him a few times as they roomed next door to each other at the camp.
The more he thought about it, though, the more he thought of tomorrow as a real adventure. A haunting feeling of sexual inadequacy still plagued him.
The more he thought of Bill's manroot the bigger it got in his imagination. He felt the need to see it sucked and fondled by Angelia. His hole throbbed in anticipation.
But he had to have Angelia too. That was the icing on the cake. He could never do it with Bill alone. It would have to be under the guidance of Angelia. She would have to guide them both.
Angelia had such a way of making things alright!
"I'd do anything for you, Angelia," he said suddenly. His prick began to harden.
'Then let me play with your cock. I feel hungry for more of your delicious come." She started to jerk off his little pecker.
It took a while for Michael's prick to reach its full potential, but it wasn't long before it was hard and thick to Angelia's liking.
She rubbed the piss hole with the flat of her palm, driving him wild with desire. He could hardly keep still and it was hard for him to breathe.
Then everything melted in a sheen of pleasure as a few drops of come were forced out of his cock hole.
A few choice globs of gism splattered his belly. He moaned with pleasure, the sound catching at the back of his throat.
Angelia licked the come juice from his stomach and let it run drop by drop down her throat to soothe and bathe her insatiable desire for this young boy.
After it was over, she let Michael sleep for a while, mainly so she could watch his pale, youthful figure in quiet, uninterrupted peace.
She studied the slow rhythmic rising and falling of his boyish chest as he slept.
Angelia could watch him like that for hours. To her, the most beautiful thing in the world to look at was the naked, frail body of a young boy.
She blinked her eyes to see if Michael was an image in a wonderful dream. But no, he was still there on the bed, glowing in the late day sun like an extraordinary beautiful jewel of flesh and desire.
Her heart pounded and she felt weak all over. If only she could have her little boy to stay with her for the night. But she knew that would be too dangerous for them both. Still, the idea excited her.
After musing for a while longer, Angelia got up and quietly dressed. Michael awoke and stretched.
They walked hand in hand down to the bridge. She kissed him goodnight and watched him disappear into the woods.