Young men were everywhere around her, it seemed. The more she grew to crave the love and

dedication of a young boy the more she noticed them.11 around her. She had never married, fearing entrapment in an endless cycle of distrust and increasing unhappiness. But her friends had married and their sons were a constant temptation for her.

There was little Joey next door. At least he had been little Joey, until recently he had begun to develop into young manhood. But he was still little Joey as far as Carol was concerned. She was powerfully attracted to the boy. He was a bit shy and retiring, just the kind of trait that made her cunt melt inside. He was very good-looking, almost pretty in a boyish sort of way. She loved to watch the boy swimming in her pool. He had brothers, too, Nick and Brad, twins of nineteen. Joey was only nineteen, but he showed signs of developing sexually far faster than usual in a boy that young.

Carol had found herself staring at the kid recently. The Mastersons didn't have a pool of their own and she had opened hers to her favorite young men. She had caught herself looking between the boy's hairless young legs, trying to determine the size of the cock and balls that nestled there under his tight trunks. Just thinking about the boy's developing young genitals and what hot fun she could have with them made her dizzy with excitement. She had found herself dwelling on such thoughts more and more lately. She began to look upon every boy she saw as a prospective fuck. It was a constant torture for her.

Carol knew perfectly well that. lust for young men was one thing that would not be tolerated in

a woman of thirty-five. Such activities were taboo, although she knew perfectly well that some women lusted after young men and got away with it. She was hip enough to realize that people got away with all sorts of things behind closed doors. And yet the taboo had held her back. She knew that it would not hold her back much longer. Her cunt was simply too powerful an influence on her actions.