Copyright © 1997, Carnal Quill. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@airmail.net. Camp Eden Kids 2 By The Carnal Quill (as Magic Wand) Meanwhile... Anne laughed so hard at young Max’s tasteless joke that she nearly choked on the half-chewed bratwurst sandwich in her mouth. She fought to get it down before bursting out with renewed mirth, thinking that in all her 34 years, she had never felt so young and carefree as she did right now. Suddenly alone after 12 years of mostly unhappy marriage, Anne decided six months ago to accept an ex-patriot position far from home. Soon after arriving, she had realized that she’d left a country that claimed to be free and landed in one that really was. Her native roommate had introduced her to Camp Eden, and she was now an enthusiastic regular. All of her adult life, Anne had struggled with a strong desire to have sex with young boys. Never able to act on it, she had found herself growing ever more unhappy with her life. Sex with her husband had been merely a duty to perform; a pleasant duty, but a duty none the less. Eventually her discontentment and lack of fulfillment had contributed to the collapse of her marriage. How things change. Since joining the camp, she had been overwhelmed by the feeling of sexual freedom. Sex with and between young people was not only tolerated, but actually encouraged by most parents. Their STD and pregnancy prevention program was the most thorough and effective she had ever heard of. It hadn’t taken her long to establish herself as an outstanding and popular art teacher. She reveled in the weekly contact with her enthusiastic young students, two of which had accompanied her on this picnic today. It had taken her months to gather the courage to ask these two handsome young boys into the back woods with her, but now she wondered why she had waited so long. Perhaps it was because she had felt obligated to ask their parents’ permission, but she needn’t have worried. They had been so pleased and excited that there was a celebratory dinner planned for later in the evening. There was no doubt what a picnic in the woods involved at Camp Eden, and both families had been delighted that the boys would have such an experience with their art teacher. Unbelievable! She had felt somewhat indulgent in asking two boys at the same time on her first date, but they were inseparable friends, and her favorites. She couldn’t have asked one without sorely hurting the other, and that would have been unthinkable for her, so she’d invited both. What can a woman do? So here she was, on a sex picnic with two handsome 12-year-old boys, giggling like a teeny-bopper. Who would have thought? She gazed at their smooth, sleek bodies with unabashed appreciation as they entertained her with the most bawdy jokes and stories that they knew. This must be part of their mating ritual, a piece of her mind decided, introducing the subject of sex and raising the group’s comfort level for what everyone knew would come. Interestingly, they stuck to fictional things and never mentioned their past experiences, numerous as they must have been. For boys barely a year into puberty, she had no doubt that sex had been a part of their lives for years. It must be from deference to me, she thought. Even at their tender age, they feel that it’s not polite to discuss past sexual partners in front of a potential one. Anne mentally shook herself and blocked Dr. Anne out of her mind. This was certainly not a situation she wanted to over-analyze. Instead she let herself admire the two boys. They were nearly opposites in looks. Max was lean and dark, with short black hair that hung in bangs over his forehead. His brown eyes were cheerful and bright, with graceful thin arcs over them. His nose was short and button-like, over a wide mouth with a nearly permanent smile and his upper lip had the faintest hint of dark peach fuzz. His chest was thin and bony, and his stomach was enviably flat. His abdomen was smooth and hairless, with a well-defined crease forming a V pointed at his genitals. Two tiny tufts of black curls grew to either side of his slender, uncircumcised penis. It was semi-erect at the moment, and she judged to be about three inches long and an inch wide in its current state. His scrotum was small and loose, with its jelly-bean-sized glands clearly defined at the bottom. His thighs were smooth and slender, and his legs were downright skinny, with the beginnings of hair starting to appear. Latso was a light blond with full, shoulder-length hair and bright blue eyes. He had dark brows and a long, straight nose with narrow nostrils at the end. His lips were full and red, forming a gorgeous pout when he wasn’t smiling. But that smile could take her breath away. He was of stockier build than Max, with nicely defined little muscles in his chest and meatier stomach and waist. Not fat, just sturdy. His abdomen was completely void of hair, but his equipment was somewhat larger than Max’s. His uncut penis, also slightly aroused was a little longer and thicker than Max’s. His scrotum, though, was twice as large as Max’s, and hung more tightly, forming a ball about four inches around. His testicles weren’t as visible, but she had seen them hanging loosely and knew that the were probably better than twice as large. She set the rest of her sandwich down, growing disinterested in eating as she watched the boys gesticulate and make faces in their story-telling. Neither of them seemed to have eaten much, so she decided to re-pack the picnic basket and clear the blanket. For awhile, she sat primly with her knees at her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs as she listened intently. She had been careful not to open her legs too widely to the boys, not wanting to appear lewd as she sat on the blanket with them. Now, though, as she watched their penises growing quite erect with their sex talk, she felt her own body begin to respond. Anne felt her sensitive nipples hardening against her smooth, creamy thighs and she began to twist back and forth slightly to massage them. She also felt her vaginal tissues begin to swell as her clitoris became erect and began to throb. Soon her lubricants began to flow and she felt her canal become slick with wetness. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the delicious pressure against her swollen tissues. After one particularly explicit story, the boys finally seemed to run out of steam. Max now sported a four-inch erection that curved gracefully upward. Latso’s thicker five inches was sticking straight out. Max’s scrotum had tightened up into a hemispherical shape about two inches around. Both boys scooted closer to her, one at each knee and facing her. Max leaned back with his legs straight out, his erection proudly waving over his abdomen while Latso sat facing her slightly with his inner knee on the blanket and his arm resting on his upraised outer one. She could see his hard-on throbbing with his heartbeat. “Tell us a story now, Anne!” Latso said breathlessly. “Yes, Anne, please!” Max chimed in. Anne was having trouble catching her breath as she gazed at the wonderful young boy meat being proudly displayed for her. She knew it wasn’t a story they wanted, and suddenly felt a little panicked. Here was what she had desperately wanted for half her life, being presented on a silver platter, and she didn’t have the faintest idea what to do next! But Anne’s body began to respond where her mind could not. She felt her vagina clench as the swollen lining released a flood of juices that began to run out of the opening and down her bottom. New adrenaline flooded through her, causing her heart to race and sweat to break out all over her body. Her nipples almost hurt with their swelling. “Um, well, it looks like you both could use more than a story. I know I could!” Anne said, casually leaning back on her arms like Max and spreading her legs just enough so that her erect clitoris and dripping inner folds became visible. Her healthy, firm tits sported marble-sized nipples in the center of their large, dark aureole. “Oh, yes, let’s have some fun!” Latso agreed breathlessly as his eyes flicked between her breasts and crotch, his cock waving stiffly at her. She could see the tip of his pale glans peeking out from its stretched foreskin, a little bead of clear boy cum perched on the end. “Yes, let’s,” Max chimed in, scooting closer with his eyes fastened on the nearest nipple. His delicate little boner bobbed stiffly, the foreskin just barely managing to contain it with a tiny pucker at the tip. “OK, come give me a hug, you two!” She said as she held out her arms invitingly. They eagerly came against her. Max moved his little bottom next to hers, his legs sticking straight out behind her, and wrapped his arms around her with one touching the bottom of her breasts. Latso brought his thighs behind her back, touching her bottom, and wrapped his arms just below Max’s. She put an arm around each boy and pulled their heads onto her shoulders. They held each other tightly for awhile, their bodies swaying back and forth. Anne sighed contentedly, feeling their rapid heartbeats and the warm rush of their excited breathing against her breasts and nipples. Her chest burned with love for them, and she squeezed them fiercely, kissing each of them on the head. She buried her nose in Latso’s thick blonde hair, inhaling the intoxicating aromas of shampoo, chlorine, smoke, soil, wood, sweat, and an intangible sweetness that she could only describe as boy. Latso gave a quiet whimper and adjusted his position slightly. She gasped into his hair as she felt the warm skin of his glans brush against her side, leaving a tiny trail of cool pre-cum across her skin. Too excited to remain still, Anne began to stroke their backs, luxuriating in their smooth, soft skin. The boys both seemed to take that as a cue to begin caressing her, too, and began to rub her back and stomach. Reluctantly, she removed her nose from Latso’s hair and turned back to Max, who was looking up at her with shining eyes, smiling slightly. Impulsively, she moved her face toward his, and before she knew it, their lips met. Max groaned as she felt his thin, cool lips press against hers, and his breath came quickly through his nose and against her cheek. She gasped into his mouth, amazed at the jolt the contact had caused in her. No kiss with a man had ever been like this! She ran her tongue across his lips, tasting him thoroughly. She was thrilled when he opened his mouth and darted his slimy little tongue out to meet hers. He giggled when she trapped it between her lips and began to suck it gently, flicking her own tongue across it and lapping up his sweetly metallic saliva. Soon, they were taking turns hosting the other’s tongue deep inside their mouths, letting them wrestle with each other in between. Meanwhile, Latso had begun to kiss her shoulder, working up to her neck while using one hand to hold her silky shoulder-length brown hair out of the way. He began to lick and nibble at her soft skin while rubbing his penis against her side with long, slow strokes. His tongue against the sensitive skin just below her ear sent shivers down her spine, especially when he began to nibble gently. When he began sucking strongly at her skin, she nearly cried out from the sensation. Dimly, she knew that she’d develop a massive hickey if she let him continue, and didn’t know if she wanted to leave this encounter with a trophy like that from her picnic with two young boys. Reluctantly, she disengaged from Max’s active Frenching and turned her attention to Latso, who eagerly took over. His lips were larger and stronger than Max’s, and she concentrated on enjoying their taste and feel. Max had become emboldened by their kissing and moved his palm up to rest over her erect nipple on the breast near Latso. She encouraged his initiative by giving him a quick squeeze, so he began to gently roll the nubbin between his thumb and forefinger. Sparks of pleasure shot from the excited nipple to her vagina, causing it to spasm and release another gush of wetness. She was positively drenched between her legs, now, and she was sure that she had never been this wet before. Before she had time to fully absorb that new sensation, she felt Max’s wonderfully active tongue on her other nipple. Overloaded, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as fireworks erupted inside her head. Her hips bucked spastically as her aching love box tried desperately to clench around something and bathe it with her orgasmic cream. But there was nothing in there, and the walls closed fruitlessly against themselves time after time as she bucked and heaved there on the blanket while the two boys watched excitedly. Anne’s legs flew open lewdly, baring her aroused flesh in all of its glory. The rosy red hood of her clitoris was thrown back, baring the love button by half-an-inch as it begged for contact. She gasped as she felt her flow of thick cum begin to ooze out of the dilated entrance. The pink inner flaps were fully parted into butterfly wings as the pearly jam began to flow over them like lava oozing out of a volcano. Several huge contractions forced the hot girl cum from her depths as the boys watched in wonder. Never had they seen a girl expend such a large amount of this thick white juice before, and they licked their lips hungrily, excited by its intensely erotic scent. She fell onto her back, hardly aware of her surroundings, experiencing an orgasm so unlike anything she had experienced before, that she wondered if she might never stop cumming. The boys glanced at each other, then dove for her steaming crotch, each lifting a leg and beginning to lap at their half of the swollen, sticky flesh. Anne lay and twitched as she felt the twin tongues eagerly cleaning up her lewd mess. She felt the swelling in her vagina finally start to diminish, and her clit soften and disappear into its little home. She could hear them grunting and smacking between her legs like piglets at the trough. The experienced boys seemed to know the places she had grown sensitive and avoided them well, accounting for their tight fit, while concentrating on soothing the less sensitive areas as they fed on their liquid delight. She was surprised to find that her desire for sex had not diminished one iota, in spite of her massive orgasm, and after a few more minutes of the boys’ careful attention, she felt the swelling begin to return. The boys were taking turns, now, each getting a chance to lap at the entire area. When she finally opened her eyes to watch them, Latso was watching Max eat her out. She could feel Max’s tongue deep inside her canal, trying to find the last traces of her spend. Suddenly Latso screwed up his face, and said softly to Max, “My balls hurt. I gotta cum bad!” “Me, too!” Max agreed between laps. Anne heard them and decided to rouse herself and give these terrific boys what they needed, and fulfill a favorite fantasy of hers as well. She sat up and asked Max to lay down on his back. He willingly agreed, and she straddled him on her knees so that her pussy was just over his face. Latso knew exactly what she wanted to do, then, and positioned himself behind her. She gazed hungrily at Max’s proudly waving erection and her mouth began to water. Anne lowered her mouth until it was just over the tip of Max’s waving stalk. Then she puckered her lips and blew gently along it length. She was pleased to see it jerk strongly as Max gave a loud groan of pleasure. At the same time, she felt Latso’s hands on her hips as he positioned himself behind her bottom. She inhaled deeply the light, bleachy scent of Max’s young, hairless scrotum; then blew slowly as the little balls churned slowly inside and the tiny hairs at its base waved in the breeze. Max had a great view of Latso’s engorged 5-incher as it homed in on Anne’s wet opening. The excited, dripping boy-tool passed right over his face, and he could smell the pleasant scent of the scrotum as it passed an inch from his nose. He moaned aloud as he saw the wet, dripping leaves of Anne’s inviting twat quivering in front of him and felt her warm breath stimulating his sensitive pricklet and nuts. “UNH!” Latso grunted as he felt his too-excited glans brush against the slimy hole of Anne’s cunt. “AHH!” He exclaimed as he felt not her welcoming warmth around his boyhood, but the throbbing nubbin of her clit scraping along the top of his erection as it passed along her pussy crack and into her scratchy bush. He gritted his teeth, trying desperately not to cum as his abdomen was kissed by her inner lips and her cunt hair caressed his burning glans. Anne stuck out her tongue and touched its tip against the little pucker of Max’s juvenile foreskin, wiggling it around and getting a strong response as the little boy-cock jerked straight up and back to her waiting tongue, which swirled around the covered glans and lapped its way down the underside to his tight little ball-sac. Max helpfully reached up and took Latso’s trembling frankfurter in his fingers, holding it gently to avoid over-stimulating it. As Latso quickly jerked back for another stab, Max pointed it toward its waiting target. As Latso lunged, Max kept it on course until he saw the tip delve between the folds. “OHH!” Latso cried as he felt his superheated glans enter the hot cunt hole. The tight ring of muscle at the entrance pulled his protective foreskin back behind his corona, baring the entire mushroom to her snug, velvety wetness. When the excited little tool felt that, his boyishly delicate control crumbled instantly, and he was squirting before he’d gone an inch inside her. “GAH!” Latso yelped as he felt the spasm that sent the first little jet of boy juice shooting through his lance and spitting out the end, crashing against the steamy walls barely ahead of its source. “AHH!” He gasped repeatedly as the sturdy little rod sank quickly to the hilt and strained into her, continuing to gently splatter the sensitive folds of her love channel. As she felt the first boy-cock of her life enter her, Anne moaned loudly and sucked Max’s whole scrotum into her mouth, licking and sucking at it hungrily as her cunt contracted happily against its long-awaited treat. She clasped the base with her cunt muscles, trying to hold him inside her so she could continue to feel the hard little intruder filling her deliciously. She screwed her hips around, causing his impaling member to crush against different parts of her love tunnel. Then she felt a tongue gently lapping at her clit and stretched inner labia, causing her cunny to contract with pleasure. A wonderful warmth was bathing her cervix, and she suddenly realized that Latso was grinding his hips slowly and spasmodically against her, holding her hips tightly the way her husband had when he came inside her. As soon as Latso entered her, Max began to swipe his tongue around Anne’s swollen girl flesh. Then he heard Latso’s familiar exclamation, and saw his scrotum sink to the entrance and stay there, his balls writhing an inch from Max’s face. Latso had cum in Max’s presence so many times that Max knew immediately his super-horny friend had suffered one of his trademark premature ejaculations. He began to include Latso’s pumping scrotum in his tongue’s circuit, trying to add what pleasure he could to the 12-year-old’s first climax with Anne. When Latso’s wet wiener would emerge slightly during its grinding, spitting orgasm, Max would greedily lick the pussy juice off of it. Able to wait no longer, Anne took her mouth from Max’s tight young balls, gasping with pleasure as she relished the feel of the hot boy-cum washing her horny cunt walls, then planted her lips around the covered little glans in front of her. “Mmm,” she moaned as she used the circle of her lips to draw back the tight foreskin until it snapped behind his flaring corona. Her tongue darted out to flick gently against the slimy, exposed helmet. His whole body jumped strongly at the contact with his most sensitive piece of boy flesh, so she concentrated on sucking it gently until her mouth formed a tight, warm pocket around his entire shaft. She buried her nose in his soft ball-sac, feeling the tiny, stiff hairs scratching at her lips. Max squirmed as he felt his pricklet become engulfed in Anne’s sucking mouth. Latso finally stopped cumming and collapsed onto Anne’s back, letting his softening, dripping member ooze out of her sloppy snatch. Lost in his own pleasure, Max carefully lapped the clinging boy-juice from the tip of Latso’s slightly exposed glans, the placed his tongue at the entrance to catch the stream of their combined juices as it drained from her flooded canal. As Anne began to move her lips up and down on his aching boner, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for the last remnants of his boyish control. He took his hands off her hips and inserted them between their bodies to grasp her flattened breasts. Anne felt Max’s soft palms wrap around her tits as she began to hungrily gulp Max’s stiffness. Her cunt empty, she was able to put her full concentration on sucking the young boy’s dick. She began to bob her head rapidly as the feel of his tongue on her cunt and hands kneading her breasts quickly brought her close to another orgasm. She knew that she was going to bring the poor boy off sooner, but she was desperate to taste his young seed while Latso’s was still inside her cunt. Max began to move his hips up and down as his body began to prepare for its release. She held her head still and let him find his natural rhythm while she reached under him and grabbed a firm little bun in each hand. She felt his tongue deep inside her while his hot breath blasted her clit and anus. Latso was running his hands up and down her sides as he lay against her back, kissing her spine. Max’s thrusts came ever more quickly, his hot little dick never moving more than an inch or so from the back of her throat. His balls were now pulled snugly against the base of his slender rod, emptying their modest supply of sperm into his swelling reservoir. Her cunt began to spasm as she intimately shared his pleasure. His mouth left her cunt suddenly as he began to squeal in ecstasy. She felt Max squeeze her breasts roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hips froze in mid-motion, then came up against her face roughly and began a grinding, circular motion. The little stalk planted itself deep, growing thicker and harder. “Yiiiiieeeee!” Max screamed in his piping voice as he felt his cocklet begin to jerk wildly. A bullet of boy juice tickled his urethra as it shot towards freedom. His glans felt red-hot against the back of her throat as he strained to ram it deep. More tiny bullets of his clear boy-cum quickly followed the first to splatter against her thirsty throat. “Ah, ah, unh!” Max was gasping as he ground his spurting, immature little rod into her mouth. Anne, wanting it all, pulled at his small buns, trying to force the shooting thing even deeper. She rubbed her nose on the velvety scrotal flesh, sniffing its boyish scent. The watery fluid smeared her tongue and she moaned at it’s wonderful bitterness. The young boy continued whimpering and bucking against her long after his boy glands had emptied themselves into her. Dry spasms racked the aching tool as it jerked and pumped inside her hungry mouth. Slowly, though, she felt the wonderful morsel begin to weaken and shrink. She continued to hold it snugly in her mouth as the foreskin moved back into place and began to retreat. With a final slurp, she stretched the little nipple and let it pop from her mouth. Latso allowed her to roll off of Max and lie between them, her head near Max’s sloppy, shrunken dicklet. Latso laid against her, lightly kissing her face and neck, his sturdy little rod already beginning to harden. -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....