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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........(cont)