"I used to ball a schoolteacher who wasn't even aware she was being balled 'cause she was so busy trying to reform me. Man, she was something! Boobs out to here and a cunt so hot it nearly blistered my cock every time I put it in her. She'd do anything! She'd fuck and she'd suck and she'd take it in the ass-all in the name of helping a poor boy find himself. She was a real idealist, that Miss Perkins. I taught her to spread her legs and open her cunt every time I said to-and I turned her on to my friends too, told her it was her duty to mankind."
"You're putting me on," Vic said.
"No way," the blond youth said smugly. "She fucked when I said fuck and she ate cock when I said eat cock. I even made her do it with a bull dike gym teacher who gave me twenty bucks for a crack at her."
CHAPTER I
Roger Norris could hear the shower running in his mothers bathroom as he entered her bedroom suite. He hadn't been out of his own room in a couple of days but Stacy, his mother, hadn't been home long enough at any one time to notice, he was sure. Now he wanted to talk to someone. Roger was just fifteen and suffering from the mental and physical ache of unrequited love.
The door to the bathroom was partly open and he could hear the voices of his mother and her secretary, Hester Bard, over the sound of the water.
"Stacy," Roger called, tapping lightly on the door, "can I see you for a minute?"
"Is that you, Rog?" Stacy's voice was clear and vibrant and reached him just a second before Hester's red hair and freckle-sprinkled face appeared in the doorway.
"Your mother is taking a shower," Hester announced in her clipped English way. "What is it you want?"
"I want to speak to my mother," Roger said, disliking having to explain to this tall, slender woman who was his mother's right hand in all her numerous endeavors. "Alone, if you don't mind."
Hester sniffed and stared at him coldly. She was twenty-nine and rather attractive in a stiff, no-nonsense way, unmarried and as nearly as Roger could determine, unbedded as well. Except for the sprinkle of freckles, she had one of those peaches-and-cream complexions that the English climate seemed to produce. She always stood very erect and seemed to deplore her long, shapely legs and firm, up-thrust breasts. And since Roger was, like most young males his age, in an almost permanent state of sexual excitement, he had several times entertained fantasies in which Hester was flat on her back in his bed with her legs spread and the reddish muff of her womanhood open and ready for his strong young cock.
But even those dreams had remained incredible because he was sure he'd never met a more unassailable woman than this prim, efficient female who was so devoted to his beautiful mother.
"I'll see if she can afford the time," Hester said, staring down the look Roger was letting sweep down from the firm mounds of her breasts to the smooth round knees and trim ankles. "She has a tight schedule today."
"You might remind her that I'm her son," Roger said as Hester turned and shut the door. He couldn't help sniping at the redhead because she seemed to resent every second he had spent with Stacy since his arrival in Los Angeles from Kuwait, where his father had been an engineer in the oil fields until he'd been cut down by a terrorist bullet.
Stacy was a terribly busy person. She edited and published a magazine devoted to the rights and welfare of children and teenagers, she acted as legislative lobbyist for such groups as Children's Rights Now and the Juvenile Justice Congress, and still found time to attend to her lucrative law practice. That was probably why he had been placed in the custody of his father when his parents had been divorced when he was ten, although Stacy claimed it was because the judge was prejudiced against her because of her efforts to reform the juvenile justice system. And he had to admit she had seemed pleased to have him with her since he had showed up tired and grieving from the Near East even though she couldn't spend a lot of time just visiting or talking to him. But right now Roger felt he needed advice on how to deal with the cute and cuddlesome Kathy Conroy and her kittenish mother, Lucille, who hung around so close when he was with her daughter.
Of course, he couldn't expect the same type of advice from Stacy that his father would have given him. He wouldn't even dare tell her how he longed to sink his cock between Kathy's plump white thighs, nor could he complain of how after repeated heavy petting sessions the girl was still sending him home with the stone aches every night. No, Stacy had a heart that bled for the young of the world and was astonishingly broad-minded about the sexual affairs of other people, but Roger suspected that she herself was something of an icicle. His father had hinted at something of that nature, and the dates she'd had since he'd been home seemed more like social business meetings than romantic interludes.
And then she seemed to be totally lacking in any understanding of the sexual nature of a normal fifteen-year-old boy. She was completely oblivious to the fact that her son was mature sexually, if not intellectually, and that her careless semi-nudity could have such a devastating effect on him. She was quite capable, for instance, of appearing in his room late at night wearing only a transparent negligee and bikini-type panties, of kissing him full on the mouth, or even of inviting him into her bed on a Sunday morning for a mother-son tete-a-tete.
The door to the bathroom opened and Stacy came striding out with Hester behind her, looking grim and disapproving. Roger sucked in his breath as he saw that she was wearing nothing but a terry cloth sarong and her own creamy white skin. At thirty-four, Stacy Norris, at least in the opinion of her son, was the most beautiful woman in the world. Despite her intellectual ability and dedication, Stacy didn't look the part of a reformer at all. With her blonde hair spilling about her shoulders as it was now, she looked more like a young Valkyrie just come from a dunking in the chill water of the Baltic. She positively glowed with good health and vitality as she moved quickly toward him, each step exposing the full length of her superbly curved thigh almost to the point where it joined her torso.
Roger stared at the tall blonde dynamo who had borne him, seeing the surge of the full out-thrust breasts against the restraining cloth and getting a glimpse of the deep cleavage between them. She stopped before him where he perched on the edge of the bed, put a hand behind his head and kissed him full on the lips with open-mouthed warmth.
"Well, sweetie, what does mother's big boy want? Are you feeling neglected, my darling? I really can't blame you if you are, but you know how busy I am; you know how much time it takes to try to make the world a decent place to live in for all the kids who don't have your chance in life."
The kiss and the words made him give up any idea of mentioning Kathy and her mother. Stacy still thought of him as a child when she thought of him at all, when she could spare a moment from her devotion to the welfare of every other child in the world.
Stacy turned and walked across to her dressing table with its three big mirrors and sat down on the upholstered bench in front of it. Roger had gulped as he watched the smooth rolling motion of his mother's buttocks as she walked, and now his eyes threatened to bulge out of his head as she calmly unsnapped the top of the terry cloth sarong and began to dust powder over the big mounds of her breasts, an action that was repeated in triplicate in the mirrors, showing him every outline of the magnificent cones and their cherry-tipped nipples.
Conscious of Hester's hostile violet eyes and aware that the spectacle of six perfectly shaped breasts was giving him an erection, Roger tried to tear his eyes away.
"What was it my big boy wanted to talk about?" Stacy asked, smiling at him in all three mirrors as she pulled the short wrap the rest of the way open and began to dust her belly and thighs. Luckily for Roger's peace of mind, nothing below the navel was visible in the mirrors. If it had been, he would have had to run from the room or suffer the shame of coming in his pants right then and there. "Does my little man need more money to entertain his little friend Kathy?"
"N-no," Roger managed to stutter, "money isn't my problem. My allowance is really more than enough. I never got used to spending a lot of bread like the kids here do."
"Oh. Well I do want you to have everything you need that I can possibly provide."
Roger groaned inwardly. If she only knew what he needed! He needed it so much that it was like a fireball in his testicles. There had never been any trouble about girls when he had been in Kuwait. Women were cheap and plentiful there and only an early acquired sense of discrimination had kept him from sampling everything offered. In the last year or so before his father had been killed, he had had all the sex he could use. Once back in the States, however, he had found himself in an entirely different situation. Here, where sexual mores were supposed to be mod and the girls liberated and available, he was doing without and suffering at the hands of a plump little blonde tease who was eager to engage in endless sessions of groping without ever thinking of a need to climax.
"Do you need some advice, dear?" Stacy asked. "I know a boy needs an older person to confide in, and I do want to be that person for you, but you'll have to speak up quickly. My schedule is terribly tight, you know."
"No...no, I don't really need any advice. I just wanted to talk a little and-"
"And, of course, now that I'm adding the school," Stacy said, interrupting him without seeming to notice, "I'll be busier than ever. It is exciting though because this will be the big test of my theories about the essential goodness of teenagers, Rog. Judge Upton has given me complete charge of the new experimental school for teenage boys who have gotten tangled up in the ridiculous web of our juvenile code. I'll have a staff of three and the judge's full backing to replace the old outmoded, vicious treatment juvenile offenders have received with a new type of humanistic, relevant involvement that will bring out the essential goodness of their natures."
Trying to keep his eyes off the way her breasts bounced when she combed her hair, Roger remembered his father telling him once about Stacy's belief that there was no such thing as a bad boy. "If there isn't," Brad had said with a grin, "then some good kids are capable of doing some awful rotten things."
"Judge Upton is one of the few sensitive human beings in the juvenile system and he's convinced that, my ideas of justice and freedom for the young are the only acceptable ones," Stacy rattled on while Hester glared angrily at Roger and Roger struggled not to look at the tempting allure of Stacy's body. "That's why he's assigning a dozen boys to my care and diverting funds from Juvenile Hall to Stepping Stone School and placing me in complete charge."
"And you're going to try to reform a dozen young thugs with love and kindness?" Roger asked.
"Roger, dear, I have neglected you!" Stacy said, turning toward him so that she was exposed from belly to thigh with even a hint of the golden brush between the creamy columns of her legs. "If I hadn't, you would know that the greatest power in the world today is love and kindness."
"Stacy, you'd better get dressed," Hester said, tight-lipped as she stepped between mother and son, blocking Roger's view with her own slender, erect body. "Here are your under things."
"I don't feel neglected," Roger said, leaning forward and pressing his legs together to hide the fact that looking at Stacy's loveliness had caused his super-sensitive young cock to swell painfully inside his tight jeans.
"I do wish there was more I could do for you," Stacy said, absentmindedly slipping the ivory glories of her breasts into a bra while Hester hovered close to block the boy's view. "Isn't there anything I can help you with?"
"No," Roger said. Not unless you can tell me how I can get Kathy to let me fuck her, or just show me a more available target so I won't have to just sit around getting a hard-on every time you dangle that lush frame of yours in front of my eyes without even realizing what you're doing.
'Incidentally, those poor boys are not thugs, Roger. They are simply lads who have gotten into trouble.
Some of them come from very good families, you know. Ricky Benson, for instance. I know his mother quite well and his father is one of the most distinguished men in Los Angeles. How could anyone think a boy like Ricky could be really bad?"
"Probably because he raped a twelve-year-old and beat her up when she threatened to tell her parents," Roger said. "Yeah, I know Ricky Benson. Everybody at school thinks he's a prize louse."
"Well, they've got to be wrong. He's one of the nicest, most intelligent and politest boys I've ever met," Stacy said.
"Oh, he's got a smooth front, all right," Roger said. "He's used that super line of his on nearly every groovy chick in school, and mostly he scores."
"Really now, Rog, you shouldn't let rumors like that prejudice you against the boy," Stacy said, putting out a leg and beginning to draw the sheer pantyhose up its smooth white column.
Rog moaned deep in his guts at the sight of the smooth rounded flesh, at the satiny softness of inner thigh, at the tendril of ash blonde hair that was barely discernible at its apex. God what an innocent you are, Mother of mine! I hope you never have to find out what Ricky Benson is like first hand.
"How do you explain that rape rap that landed him in the slammer?" he asked aloud
"Oh, you know how the police are," Stacy said airily. "To them a youngster is just like a black or a chicano. Ricky must have been framed."
'Yeah, framed, sure," Roger said. Despite her intelligence, his mother was as naive as a child, much more naive than he had ever been. Kicking around the world with his father had taught him that everyone wasn't basically good, that there were people like Ricky Benson in every society.
Stacy stood up and leaned forward to smooth the pantyhose up her thighs, the terry cloth sarong still clinging to her hips. Roger sucked in his breath and shifted on the bed, trying to ease the pressure of his tight jeans against his erection. Hester glared at him over Stacy's head and moved again to cut off his view as the robe dropped to the floor leaving Stacy's back uncovered.
Roger gulped and almost fell off the bed as the magnificent buttocks appeared, a dimple at the top of each where they flared out from the lower back and curved gently down to the smaller mound where they joined the perfect columns of her legs.
Hester snatched up the robe and held it around her employer to hide the twitching bottom as the pantyhose were tugged into place. "Please, Mrs. Norris, you're embarrassing your son."
Stacy's tinkling laugh rang out. "Roger? Don't be silly, Hester. To a boy his age, I'm nothing but an old hag."
Having dismissed the subject from her mind and her son along with it, Stacy turned to other affairs. Pulling on the bottoms of a green knit pantsuit, she let Hester help her with the matching scarf and jacket, then reached for the papers the secretary had placed on one corner of the dressing table.
"Those are the proofs of three articles for the next issue of Juvenile Rights," Hester said. "Miss Tompkins proofed them but she wants your final approval."
Stacy leafed through the pages. "Why don't we hold this article by Strathmore until the next issue? I want to do a long editorial about the new school and the wonderful group of boys we're going to be working with."
Roger eased himself off the bed and started toward the door, keeping his back to the two women so they wouldn't see the swollen front of his pants if they happened to look in his direction. He thought he'd better give Kathy another try. If he didn't get sexual relief of some kind, no woman was going to be safe around him very much longer, and that included his own mother.
"Strathmore will have a fit," Hester said "He thinks his ideas on the proper development of the adolescent libido were handed down at Mount Sinai."
"He's a crypto-chauvinist," Stacy said. "Let him wait, it'll be good for his soul."
Roger slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind him, walking down the hall to his own room with some difficulty because of the painful pressure of the tight jeans on his engorged cock. He had to do something, find some way of assuaging his terrible need. Maybe if he could separate Kathy from the overly watchful eye of her mother for an hour or so, take her on a beach party...yeah, that was a good idea. Some skinny-dipping in the surf might turn her on, or at the very least bring her looking for warmth in his arms.
Feeling a little better now that he had a plan and something to work on, he picked up the phone and dialed the Conroy number. Lucille answered on the second ring in her usual school-girlish way.
"Oh, hi, Rog!" she said, giggling and letting her voice drop to an intimate purr. "How nice to hear from you."
"Is Kathy there, Mrs. Conroy?" Roger asked politely, suppressing the urge to tell her to act her age.
"No. No, she isn't," Lucille said with another giggle. "Jerry Henderson picked her up a while ago. He's a freshman at UCLA, you know. He's taking Kathy to one of those neat little off-campus restaurants. They're so full of atmosphere, you know."
"Oh." Roger couldn't keep the disappointment put of his voice.
"Not that Kathy is all that impressed by Jerry," Lucille hastened to add. He's a nice boy, but after all, a girl with Kathy's looks and figure has so many fellows hanging around that it takes someone kind of special...someone rather like you, Roger, to...well, you know."
Roger didn't know what to make of that. He wasn't sure if the woman was saying Kathy thought of him as being special or if that was her own opinion. Certainly Kathy hadn't been acting as though she thought he was very special. Fortunately he didn't have to comment. Lucille wasn't the type to allow any pauses or gaps in the conversation, so she rushed right on without waiting for him to say anything.
"I know she'll probably be home early, Rog, and if you'd like, you can come on over here and wait for her. I'm sure she'd love to see you and I know I would. You and I can have a nice long talk and I might even be persuaded to fix you a nice little drinkie."
Rog was more confused than ever. Surely Mrs. Conroy couldn't have any ideas about him. No, that couldn't be. Lucille was older than his own mother and not any way near as good-looking. She was just trying to be friendly in her silly, kittenish way.
"That's very nice of you, Mrs. Conroy," he said, "but I don't want to put you to all that trouble."
"It's no trouble; it will be a pleasure," she bubbled. "I'm not doing anything but watching television and I'd like a little company. There's some groovy game shows on and I'm sure you'd like them-they're so educational and everything, you know. A smart young man like you should really dig them."
"Yes, ma'am," he said automatically. Drinkie, game shows? What was he letting himself in for? Still, there was the possibility that Kathy would come home early and if he was nice to her mother, perhaps it wouldn't be so difficult to get the girl off by herself later.
"Are you coming over then?" Lucile asked coyly.
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Conroy," Roger said. "I'll be there in just a little while."-
He lowered the phone back into its cradle with Lucille's conspiratorial giggle echoing in his ear. "Oh man," he muttered to himself, "the things we do for the sake of our cocks!"
But then the thought of Kathy cavorting in the surf in her innocent nakedness wiped out the thought of her mother. He could almost see that plumply pretty little body buoyed up and rocking gently on the incoming waves while he frolicked around it like a friendly porpoise, maybe even diving between the sweet young thighs and planting a devastating kiss on the precious furry mound at their juncture. He could almost taste the tangy wetness of that previously untouched pussy. The hair would be crisp and curly and the tender flesh would be a blend of salt from the water, spicy cologne and intoxicating girl juice.
With the prospect of what might happen after that driving him, Roger stripped off his jeans and shirt to change into something looser and more comfortable.
He was sitting on the side of the bed in his shorts when the door to his room opened and Hester Bard stepped inside and closed it behind her.
"You dirty-minded, filthy little pig!" The clipped accent was more pronounced than ever but the cool English manner was gone.
"Wh-what?" Roger asked and tried to cover his obvious state of erection with his hands. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to have a talk with you, a serious talk," Hester said, fists clenched at her sides and lips set in a grim line. "A talk about you and Stacy."
"I have a date," Roger said. "I'm getting ready to go out."
"That can wait," Stacy said, "but this can't. Your behavior back there in Stacy's room was inexcusable."
"My behavior? I didn't do anything," Roger said. Who the hell did this broad think she was to come on like this? Who had appointed her guardian of Stacy Norris?
"I saw the look in your eyes! I saw how lust consumed you when Stacy innocently disrobed in front of you! You ought to be ashamed! Your own mother!"
"All I did was look," Roger said defensively. "What was I supposed to do? It was all there hanging out for me to see."
Hester flushed and her lips curled in contempt. "I can't imagine how vile you must be on the inside! I can't imagine a boy so evil that he would look at his own mother with lust!"
"Now, look, Hester, just because you're my mother's secretary doesn't give you the right to come busting in here like her guardian angel. I know my mother is a decent, dedicated person, but she's also incredibly naive. She thinks I'm still a child and it never occurs to her that running around naked in front of her little boy is wrong, but-"
"A child! Look at you!" Hester's voice was rising and her violet eyes flashed fire. "It sickens me to see you like that and know it came from lusting after your own mother!"
Roger threw up his hands. He didn't care what she saw now. "Okay, I was there. I couldn't avoid looking at her and it gave me a hard-on. I didn't want it to, but it did. It made me feel like a rat, but I couldn't help it
My cock doesn't know the difference between one beautiful female and another."
"You. You filthy little degenerate. I think you would have raped her if I hadn't been there."
"You're crazy," Rog said. "You've flipped out, Hester, old girl."
"You stinking, incestuous little pig!" Hester raged. "You wanted to rape her!"
"But I didn't and I never would," Roger groaned. "Sure, I get all kinky inside looking at her, but she's my mother! I'd never do anything to hurt her."
"Yes, you would! I know you would! You don't care about anything but your own beastly lust! You'd destroy that wonderful woman just for that!"
Hester's voice was more than a little hysterical and she certainly was being overly dramatic. What did she want from him? He felt badly enough about what had happened without her beating him over the head with it
"Look, Hester, I'm sorry. What else can I say? Now, if you'll please run along, I have to get dressed and go-"
"No! Sorry isn't enough! I won't allow you to look at Stacy that way!" Hester advanced on him, eyes wild. "I am personally going to see to it that you never lust for her again!"
The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice was so fanatic that Roger felt a decided uneasiness. "Come on, Hester, knock it off. Get the hell out of my room and leave me alone."
She stopped a foot or two away from him, determination in every line of her face and body. "No. I won't let Stacy's son defile her. Take down your shorts!"
"What?" Roger was really frightened now. Did she intend to try to castrate him? This gal was coming un-glued and maybe that was the only way she could think of to make sure he never had another evil thought about Stacy. "Look, Hester, I promise. I'll never-"
"You have no strength to resist evil, but I will help you," she said, the words more like a curse than an offer of aid. "Take down your shorts."
"Hester, please. If you pull a knife on me, I'll-"
"You fool! I wouldn't waste my time using violence on you! Now do as I say if you want sexual relief
Roger's mouth fell open in astonishment "If I want what!"
"You heard me! And hurry up, I haven't got all day. I have a lot of important work to do, but first I have to make sure you're in no condition to harm Stacy when she gets home. Now, take down those shorts or I'll do it for you!"
When Rog continued to stare at her in consternation, she stepped closer, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him flat on the bed. Then she reached for his shorts and yanked them down to his knees.
"Hey, for Christ's sake, lady!" Roger gasped as his swollen shaft came into full view.
"You're an animal," Hester said, a look of utter disgust on her face. "An absolute animal, a danger to every woman or girl you meet but I'll soon take care of that."
She pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, and Roger still wondered if she was going to whip out a knife and start slashing. He had heard of man-hating women doing that. He felt her hands on his knees and then saw with mixed relief and amazement that she had dropped to her own knees between his legs and was seeking the thick pole of his young shaft with her mouth.
CHAPTER 2
"Hester, don't," Roger protested weakly.
"I have to," she said, and then her lips encompassed the outer edge of his sensitive glans, and the feel of her tongue tracing over the twitching tip made his cock still harder.
Where had this prim, school-teacherish woman learned to do such a thing, Roger wondered as he writhed in the sweet agony of lust He knew without being told again that nothing was going to make her stop until she had brought him to a shattering climax, one that she hoped would wear him out and drain him of all desire.
His swelling, twitching penis pulsed as her warm hands came up to hold it while she sucked voraciously, sometimes twirling her tongue around the rim and sometimes licking up and down the tingling shaft in a maddening dance.
Whatever reservations Roger might have had were soon forgotten completely. His pent-up passion demanded release and the redheaded woman with the sucking mouth rendered him almost mindless. All he wanted was to release the reservoir of lusting essence stored within him, to let it gush in a never-ending stream into the hot mouth that was slurping at the hard knots of his testicles and then returning to suck noisily on his taut, thick rod. Owning his mouth to breathe, Roger heard himself groaning instead.
His aching prick had now swelled to its final diameter, and the redhead seemed attached to it like a permanent fixture. Wherever she had learned this skill, she apparently had gotten her timing and actions down pat. She knew the right moment to do everything. Her clever tongue coiled and struck with uncanny accuracy, making Roger's stomach muscles buck and twitch with the incredible delight of the liquid caress. The marvelous goodness of it made him raise his upper body from the bed, supporting himself on his hands for a few moments while the slippery tongue spun around the swollen crown like a fleshy eggbeater. It set his whole cock on fire and made his balls draw up in a tight knot Unable to bear the lovely torture without moving, Roger found himself hunching forward and trying to shove more of the rigid cock into the soft, determined mouth of the English girl.
Hester came forward to meet the sudden thrust then retreated until the throbbing glans almost slipped from her mouth. Her head was bent right over the top of Roger's erect tower, and she sucked vigorously but never left her flashing tongue on one spot long enough to bring on a premature spout of scalding sperm. Roger was breathing so heavily he couldn't tell which were groans and which were regular intakes of air. It was a good thing no one else was in the apartment because they would have heard him for sure. Not that he could have stopped if all of Los Angeles had walked in on them. He was overcome by the suddenness of the erotic attack and held in thrall by the fantastic sensations this cold, prim woman was able to create with her talented mouth. Roger had had blowjobs before, but this was the most unique experience of his entire young life.
Hester herself seemed unmoved by the eroticism of the act she was performing. She did this with the same efficiency that she typed letters, made appointments and took care of all the other secretarial work that was part of her job. How she mentally fitted this in as another duty, Roger couldn't imagine, and he didn't have time to figure out the quirks of her mind now. He desperately needed what she was doing and, in a sense, was grateful for it, but that gratitude was only a dim awareness in the very back of his mind. Instead, most of his emotions were concentrated on the ravenous mouth that was rapidly bringing him to a shattering completion.
He leaned forward, not daring to touch the softly working face. The lustrous red hair, which seemed her only concession to vanity, fell in soft strands that now brushed his stomach and made the nervously tensed muscles twitch. As he watched, she drew back her mouth again until only the deep red plum of the glans was still inside her lips and then she went to work with a vengeance. Roger could hardly believe the sucking, nibbling, lightly biting actions that resulted. Her kissing tongue laved him with hot saliva, and when it passed over the fat nub, he had to clench his jaws to keep from screaming.
Roger's eyes were wide and staring. Suddenly his mouth went slack, his tongue protruded slightly, and he started panting almost like a dog. Hester apparently recognized the signs and responded in a way she knew would please. She began slurping audibly at the bulging knob, adding sound as well as sight the incredible lewdness of what he was watching. Taking her still covered breasts in her hands, she pressed them to either side of the trembling shaft and rubbed the firm mounds in time with the sucking of her mouth.
Roger gasped and his hot penis jerked and strained. Hester lifted her head and watched him, the violet eyes observing his reactions intently. She deliberately allowed her red tongue to flick from her mouth with each sweep, starting the lapping at the bottom glans and ending at the tip. Her lips were spread so wide that she seemed almost to be grinning as Roger shuddered and shook and his boiling explosion burst into her wet working mouth.
Hester wasn't the least perturbed by the flood of semen. She gulped and swallowed, gulped and swallowed, and it seemed to the shattered boy that he would never stop coming. The greedy cannibal between his legs was going to keep sucking and eating until he died of nervous fatigue. He thought of asking Hester to stop devouring him alive, but he had neither the will nor the strength to speak. And in a strange dream-like way, he didn't really care if he died in this way.
Long minutes later, he was aware that Hester let his limp, deflated cock slip from her mouth and flop against his hairy crotch. Then she got to her feet, straightened her clothes and looked down at him in disdain.
"There, that will hold the beast in you at bay for a while!" Her voice was contemptuous, but Roger didn't care. Anyone who could fellate a man like she could, couldn't be all bad.
"Thanks, Hester," he managed weakly and stretched out for a nap.
"Humph!" the redhead said indignantly and strode from the room with her back as ramrod straight as ever.
Meanwhile, Stacy was sitting on a comfortable couch in the newly redecorated living room of Stepping Stone House, a converted mansion in the Wilshire district that Judge Upton had acquired for the use of the new project. Sitting on hassocks or floor cushions facing her were her first group of delinqueit boys, or as she preferred to refer to them, her maladjusted boys. There were a varied lot, ranging in age from perhaps twelve to sixteen, all staring at her with half-sullen, half-expectant expressions on their faces.
"Well, well," Stacy said, beaming at them indiscriminately. She shifted on the seat to pick up a paper from the stack on the couch beside her and didn't seem to notice that the movement caused her already short skirt to hike up an extra inch or so. Neither did she pay any attention to the indrawn breaths that indicated the boys had noticed. Paper in hand, she looked around at them again and counted noses. "I see there are only ten of you here instead of the twelve we were told to expect. Is there some reason for that?"
A tall blond youth sharing a hassock with a somewhat smaller dark-haired boy raise his hand and said politely, Tm afraid we lost a couple on the way, Mrs. Norris. Stan and Piggy got off the bus and took a walk."
"Oh?" Stacy said, smoothing her hair back with a gesture that caused her full breasts to jut upward and strain against her bra and the soft wool of her sleeveless sweater. Again she was oblivious of the ten pairs of young eyes that studied her with varying degrees of cynicism and lust.
"Thank you, Ricky," Stacy said finally. "I'm sure the boys had something important to do-" She disregarded the rude snicker this brought from someone, "-and they'll come here as soon as they understand what a wonderful opportunity Stepping Stone House offers them. So well just keep their little escapade a secret among us, right?"
"Right," Ricky agreed, his eyes lingering on the exposed thigh Stacy was unconsciously displaying.
"First, let's all get acquainted," Stacy said cheerfully and referred to her list again. "Which one of you is Sonny Tucker?"
"I am," said a husky, broad-shouldered black youth of about fifteen, showing a flash of white teeth in what could have been a lop-sided grin or a sneer.
"Hi, Sonny," Stacy smiled. "Now where is Vic Bolano?"
"Here, Mrs. Norris," the dark-haired boy sitting next to Ricky said, not lifting his gaze from Stacy's rounded knees.
Stacy smiled at him with bland benevolence. Tm glad to know you, Vic. And that reminds me, before we go any further, I think we ought to settle on what you boys are going to call me. Remember, we're all going to be equals here, working together to improve your futures. There will be no discipline or strict rules other than those you impose on yourselves. So since I will be just one of the gang, don't you think it would be easier if you called me Stacy instead of Mrs. Norris?"
Someone toward the rear of the room whistled and several of the younger boys giggled, but Ricky Benson stood up and looked around reprovingly. "Now come on, fellas, we all know what a terrific chance Stacy is giving us. We're tired of the chickenshit-pardon me, ma'am, but that's what it was-we had to take over at Little Q, and I for one think we ought to knock ourselves out to cooperate with this fine lady who wants to help us."
"Right on," a tall, slender, light-colored Negro boy said mockingly, and a couple of the others applauded half-heartedly as Ricky turned back to Stacy with a saccharin grin.
"There now, Mrs.-I mean, Stacy. I've said my piece and I want you to know that I'm behind you all the way in this wonderful experiment to humanize the corrective system. It's about time someone took over from the pigs, someone like yourself who has intelligence and a broad humanist approach to the problem."
"Why, thank you, Ricky," Stacy beamed. "It's just marvelous that you understand so well what my purpose is in establishing Stepping Stone House."
She turned back to the papers in her hand, shifting positions on the couch and inadvertently exposing the inner surface of her thigh up so far that a hint of pink panty showed. She seemed totally unaware of this display and the effect it was having on the boys. They were all leaning forward, staring avidly, some licking their lips and others forming silent whistles with puckered lips.
"Terry and Jerry O'Leary? Are you here?" Stacy asked.
Two hands shot up and two voices said together, "Here, teacher."
Stacy smiled benignly at the two freckle-faced redheads. "Twins! How nice! You boys will have to try twice as hard as the rest of us."
"We always try hard, Miss," One pudgy twelve-year-old said with an angelic smile. "We're the hardest there is around."
"Yeah, we noticed back at the Hall." the light-skinned Negro said. "The two of you couldn't fill up that fat nurse's hot gash."
"Shut up, Luke!" Terry said "You was gettin' that stuff too!"
"Gentlemen...gentlemen," Ricky said, shaking his head at them disapprovingly. "Remember, there is a lady present. We don't want Stacy to get any wrong ideas about us."
"Hell, no," said a long-haired, bare-footed boy in his early teens. "She might just split out of here so fast she'd leave her shoes."
"You can close your mouth too, Candy Cane," Vic Bolano said. "You dudes quit wising off or you'll have to deal with Rick and me."
"Yeah? Who put you in charge?" Sonny Tucker snarled. "I don't need no rich little ofays to tell me when I can shit or breathe."
Stacy interrupted hastily. "You must be Luke Fields," she said to the cafe au lait boy. "I understand you're quite a swimmer."
"Yah, his old man taught him 'cause he figured someday old Luke would be sent to the rock," the Mexican-American member of the group said, "and the only way off would be to swim. But they closed Alcatraz before Luke got out of grammar school, and swimmin won't get you nowhere at Big Q."
"Or little Q either," Sonny Tucker added and everybody laughed.
"Okay, you guys, have your fun," Luke said, "but one of these days you'll be standing on a dock watching a naked blonde drowning just fifty feet away and if you could just rescue her, you know she'd ball you, but all you can do is stand there helpless and cream your jeans 'cause you can't swim."
"I'd learn so fast, I'd be in her before she went down the second time," the Mexican-American youth said. "She'd just dangle there on the end of my dong, nice and safe and happy."
"Knock it off, you dudes, you're gonna embarrass Stacy," Ricky said.
"No, no, that's all right," Stacy said. "I want you all to feel at home. You just talk the way you want to, say anything that makes you feel at ease."
She got up and walked about among the boys, and Ricky watched her. His eyes lingered on the soft golden hair, the full thrusting breasts, the beautiful length of legs, and he nodded as though having made up his mind about something. When she came close to him, he looked up into her blue eyes and kept his voice low so she had to bend over to hear him.
"Stacy, you'll have to forgive these boys for their rough manners and vulgar talk. Some of them just don't know any better."
"But they'll learn, Ricky, they'll learn," she said and patted his shoulder. "I just know they will."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and raised his hand as though by accident and let it brush across her breasts. "Oh, excuse me, Stacy, I'm so awkward."
Stacy smiled and gave no indication that anything untoward had happened as she moved on and identified the three remaining boys. There was a huge, hulking youngster called Lard, an eleven-year-old cherub named Timmy Bates, and a Cuban who spoke no English and only nodded when she addressed him as Juan Martinez. She welcomed them all and then perched on the arm of the chair that Vic Bolano had moved to.
"Now, fellows, I'd like to tell you a little bit about what it's going to be like here at Stepping Stone House," she began, while Vic stared in awe at the pert round buttocks so close to his arm. He looked over at Ricky, who raised his eyes from the renewed display of thigh long enough to wink and form the word "Easy" with silent lips.
"Mr. and Mrs. Meyer will be here all during the week, but you mustn't think of them as guards or custodians of any kind. They are here only to help you boys, and I will be here also at least part of each day. As you know, I'm very high on this project and will spend as much time with you as I possibly can."
Vic grinned at Ricky and, holding his hand a good two inches away from Stacy's tempting buttocks, pretended to cup and caress them while Ricky watched appreciatively.
"I'm sure you also know that there will be no classes held here. The courses that will train you for a career will be conducted at various trade schools or high schools in the area. You'll go to school, in the morning, just like everybody else and come home every afternoon. There is plenty of recreation equipment available-ping-pong and pool tables in the game room, television in each of the bedrooms, and a well-stocked library. In addition, Judge Upton managed to get us a house with a swimming pool and anyone who cares to may use it at any time."
Terry O'Leary's hand went up. "What will you be doing, Stacy? Are you kind of like a house mother?"
Stacy smiled warmly at the youngster and walked over to place an arm around his shoulders. "I'll be your counselor and...well, yes, in a way, I'll kind of be a mother to you all."
"Oh, mama mia!" Vic said under his breath, and Sonny had a sudden coughing fit.
"Gee, that will be nice," Terry said, leaning his head against Stacy's breast. "I always wanted a pretty blonde mother."
"And that's some mama," Luke muttered.
"What about going out?" Jim Cane asked. "Are we restricted to the grounds?"
"No, of course not. We want you fellows to have a normal social life. You can come and go pretty much as you like. There will be no curfew, but it might be a good idea not to be too obvious about coming in at all hours of the night."
"Who wants to go anywhere?" Luke asked, looking at Stacy's careless display of flesh. "I'd say we got everything we want right here."
"Right on, man!" Sonny agreed.
Stacy walked over to gather up her papers. "So I guess we understand each other. If you want to go up to your rooms and get settled in, please do so. I have nothing else to say. I hate long-winded speeches anyway."
The boys got up and milled around her, each one managing to touch her somewhere as they jostled each other in their progress toward the door. The fleeting intimacies seemed to evoke no response at all from Stacy, who just continued to smile happily at her departing charges.
As they went down the hall together, Vic Bolano looked at Rickey inquiringly. "What gives with this chick?"
"This is a real high class broad," Rickey explained. "Real foxy but dumb when it comes to sex. She doesn't even know what an easy lay she is."
"I don't get you," Vic said.
"The lady is hot, man, so hot she can't keep her legs together for two minutes at a time, but she don't know what's wrong with her. She thinks she's not interested in sex and can't be had, and maybe in a lot of situations, she couldn't be, but here at great old Stepping Stone House, she's going to be Miss Available."
"How do you figure that?"
"Because I know her type. I used to ball a schoolteacher who was hardly aware she was being balled 'cause she was so busy trying to reform me. Man, she was something! Boobs out to here and a cunt so hot it nearly blistered my cock every time I put it in her. She'd do anything! She'd fuck and she'd suck and she'd take it in the ass, all in the name of helping a poor boy find himself. She was a real idealist, that Miss Perkins. I taught her to spread her legs and open her cunt every time I said to, and I turned her on to my friends too, told her it was her duty to mankind."
Vic looked skeptical. "You're putting me on."
"No way," the blond youth said smugly. "She fucked when I said fuck and she ate cock when I said eat cock. I even made her do it with a bull dike gym teacher who gave me twenty bucks for a crack at her."
"And you think Stacy Norris is like that too?"
"Yes, but this broad is a lot higher class and her brains even more addled by all this do-gooder crap."
"I can't believe it. No imagine chick like this is going to put out for a bunch of junior grade hoods like us."
"There's where you're wrong, my friend. Our being bad boys is what makes it so easy. She thinks of us as being victims of society and wants to hold our hands and comfort us. And about the time she starts holding my hand, the other one is going to be up under her skirt, and pretty soon I'll let her comfort me flat on her pretty little butt."
"That I got to see," Vic said, unconvinced.
"You will, old buddy, you will," Ricky promised. "You'll not only see it, you'll share it. After all, us cellmates have got to stick together, right?"
"Right, but-"
"But nothing. She'll fuck me when I tell her to and then she'll do the same for you, and when we get our fill of that blonde cunt, well pass her around to the other dudes, one at a time or all together, whatever I say."
"Oh, no, man! This is one chick who'll never go for a gang-bang. Fancy ladies like that don't pull nobody's train!"
"You wanna bet?" Ricky said. "I'll bet you a blowjob from Ms. Stacy Norris for a cock up her ass that she'll pull a train when I tell her to."
Vic shrugged. "Okay, man, it's a bet. I win either way."
"We both do, and we win in another way too. We'll charge those other dudes for her services. Stacy Norris is gonna be our little whore, we're gonna be her players and when we tell her to git down, man, she'll git down."
"You make it sound so easy," Vic said as they entered the lavishly furnished room they were going to share. "Wow! Look at this place!"
"Yeah, it's bigger and better than the one I had at home," Ricky snickered. "And my old man has a lot of bread. Do you think an outfit that goes to all the trouble of housing us like this is gonna let us junior cons go fuckless? No way! Along with the ping-pong, television, pool table and swimming pool, they have given us the biggest gift of all-Stacy Norris to fuck to our hearts' content. She just doesn't know it yet."
"How you gonna make her do it? You can't just walk up to her and say, 'Lay down, chick, we gonna fuck.'"
"Nope. This one you handle a little at a time. You saw how she ignored it when I put my hands on her boobs and how she did the same thing when the O'Leary twins snuggled their pug noses into them. She paid no attention at all to Luke's hand on her butt or all the other ways the guys touched her. She takes them all as gestures of friendship or something, and by the time I get my hand under her dress and into that golden pussy, it will be too late to protest."
Vic sat down on the bed and bounced a couple of times. "I still can't see it, man, but I hope you can bring it off."
"You just watch the old master at work," Ricky boasted. "When I pull the string, my little wind-up doll is gonna say, 'Fuck me, fuck me,' and then do it!"
CHAPTER 3
"Why, Rog, I had almost given you up," Lucille Conroy said coyly when she opened the door to his ring. "Long time no see. Come in and take a load off your feet."
Roger smiled automatically. Kathy's mother was Miss Cliche herself, but he had to be polite. He looked at the ruffled organdy dress and ballet type slippers and was surprised to note there was no bow in her hair. She dressed like Shirley Temple had as a child star and talked like an old radio script, but if he wasn't nice to her, he'd never get anywhere with Kathy.
"Is Kathy home yet, Mrs. Conroy?" Roger asked, thinking the clothes were particularly unbecoming because, un-like her daughter who was plump and creamy, Mrs. Conroy was thin and sallow.
"No, she isn't, Roger, but come on in anyway and we'll have a nice long chat," the woman said, and suddenly gripped his wrist and pulled him through the door.
"Are you expecting her soon?" Roger asked, beginning to feel trapped. "She'll get here when she gets here," the woman said and giggled. "You're not afraid to be alone with me, are you, Rog?"
"No, of course not, Mrs. Conroy," Roger said, and let himself be steered toward a couch upholstered in pink imitation fur.
She giggled again and pulled him down beside her onto the soft fuzzy cushions. "I want you to call me Lucille, or better yet, Lucy. You make me feel positively ancient when you call me Mrs. Conroy."
"Yes, ma'am," Roger said, wincing inwardly and feeling as embarrassed for her as he did for himself. Didn't she know how ridiculous she sounded? My God, she actually simpered, and he thought only women in books did that.
"There's not all that much difference in our ages," she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him and patting his knee, "and you do seem so much older than your years."
Roger didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything while she settled herself closer to him, took his hand and placed it with seeming carelessness on her thigh and held it there while she beamed at him.
"Now tell me all about yourself, Rog. About your life and loves and plans for the future."
"Uh...actually, Mrs. Conroy, I think I'd better be going. I thought Kathy would be home by now or I wouldn't have come over. I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing!" she almost yelled, and he felt her lean thigh press hard against his. Then the eyelashes were batting again, the giggle covering the flash of irritation, and the hand clutching his began moving it along her thigh from knee to crotch with feigned absentmindedness.
There could no longer be any doubt as to what she was up to, and Roger realized with a small sense of shock that Kathy's mother was more than willing to provide what her daughter withheld. This bony wonder was trying to make him! Who'd believe it? She must think he was starved for sex, he thought with amusement, but it wasn't so funny when he remembered that if he had come straight here from his mother's bedroom without benefit of Hester's efficient, if less than tender, ministrations, he might not be so impervious to the woman's meager charms.
"Would you like some music?" Lucille Conroy asked. "I like rock, don't you? I'll turn the stereo on, but you'll have to be careful. That wild music does things to me sometimes."
Tittering at her own daring, she bounced up off the couch and went prancing across the room. Her narrow bottom twitched from side to side in what was obviously supposed to be a seductive manner, and Roger couldn't help comparing it to the truly sensuous symphony of his mother's buttocks as they unintentionally flashed him invitations to forbidden delights.
The stereo came on, but instead of the cool progressive rock that Rog liked, the sound was blatant noise without content or feeling, the type specifically tailored to the-likes of backward teenagers.
"Mrs. Conroy," he said above the racket, "would you mind turning that down a little?"
"You were going to call me Lucy, 'member?" she pouted and tossed her head coquettishly, making her outmoded ponytail dance across her shoulders. "I think you need some oil to loosen you up. I'll go get that little drinkie I promised you. That'll melt the snow on the roof!"
She blew him a kiss and tripped off in the direction of the kitchen, and Roger had a sudden impulse to make a run for the door. He could be through it and gone before she realized what had happened. But what if Kathy found out he'd run away from her mother? Or what if that nutty Lucille took off after him and chased him down the street? No, he'd better stick around even if it meant letting her paw him a little.
The over-aged teenybopper came back into the room carrying two tall tinkling glasses. "You are going to call me Lucy, aren't you, Rog?" she asked with an arch smile. 'If I ask you pretty please?"
"Sure, Lucy, sure," Roger said and looked suspiciously at the pink liquid that filled the glasses. "What's in those things?"
"Guess!" Lucy said with girlish glee. "If you guess right, I'll give you something nice."
"I..." Roger was about to say it must be grenadine judging by the color,' but since he didn't want the threatened kiss, he took the wildest combination he could think of. "It looks like rum and strawberry soda to me."
Lucille looked surprised. "Why, you clever boy! You're absolutely right! However did you guess?"
Roger's expression was more a grimace of distaste than a smile, but Lucille didn't seem to notice as she paused to turn down the volume on the stereo and turn off all but one lamp. "Have to save energy, you know," she said and winked. "And here, sir, is your libation."
"Thanks," Roger said and took the proffered glass with a total lack of enthusiasm. During his days of kicking around the world with his father, he had learned to drink in several different languages but he had never heard of anyone anywhere who drank rum and strawberry soda. He doubted that even the flappers of the Twenties had ever served such a concoction to their thirsty jellybeans.
"I'll perch right here on your knee so I can give you that kiss I owe you," Lucy said. One thin arm went around his neck as she sat down and a high small breast pushed against his shoulder.
Roger shifted nervously as he felt the pressure of the braless mound and the heat of the restless thighs moving on his. As a temporary refuge, he took a quick drag at the ghastly drink and nearly choked.
"What's the matter?" Lucille asked, big eyes round with pseudo-innocence. "Is it too strong?"
"Yeah, too strong," Roger said, forcing himself to swallow.
"Well, you just sip it, baby," Lucille said, squirming around on his lap. "Take just a little sip-sip at a time and it'll make you all warm and happy."
The ruffled skirt hiked farther and farther up her thighs, exposing her bony knees and thin white legs almost to the crotch. The woman couldn't seem to sit still and the constant rubbing of the feverish thighs against his was becoming embarrassing. Up until now he would have sworn that not only was it impossible for this faltering femme fatale to arouse him, but that Hester's determined sucking had made him unsusceptible to any sexual assault he didn't want to respond to. Now he found that he had underestimated his body's powers of recuperation. To his chagrin, he felt his genitals begin to react noticeably to the unceasing erotic stimulation.
"Oh, my, he is a bad boy, isn't he?" Lucy giggled. "Getting himself all excited just 'cause a lady sits in his lap."
"Mrs.-I mean, Lucy-I don't think it would look right for us to be sitting like this if Kathy happened to come home. She might not understand and-"
"Oh, don't be silly! We're not doing anything, just being friendly. At least I'm not doing anything! You bad boy!" Her hand darted between them, found the, tab of his zipper and dragged it down before he could protest.
"Oh, my, you are a bad boy!" she husked with her lips against his as her fingers curled around the massive swelling between his thighs. 'I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of dirty things. I declare, I just don't know what the younger generation is coming to. It must be till those dirty movies and TV shows."
"Mrs. Conroy, I don't think you ought to do that," Roger said, debating whether to throw his drink away and dump her off his lap or to dump the icy syrup down her front and make a run for it
"Do what Rogie? What am I doing?" she simpered while her fingers busily massaged his bare and by now throbbing shaft "After all, you're the one who's getting all hot and bothered. I'm just trying to soothe your poor inflamed boy-boy."
Boy-boy! Oh, wow! I'll bet she calls her pussy a girly-girl! I've fallen into the hands of a retarded kindergarten seductress]
"Ohhhh, that's soooooo big! That's an awful swelling. I'll bet it hurts too. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Her voice was a breathless chirp now.
"Lucy...Lucy, please. Suppose Kathy walks in and-"
"Don't be silly," Lucy said, fingertips finding the round head of his cock and stroking it in little circles that sent waves of excitement rushing through his body. "Kathy never just walks in. You can always hear her scuffling with her beau on the front porch for at least a half hour first Kathy is an awful tease, you know."
Roger knew, but he also knew that the mother was. worse than the daughter, only he wasn't sure she was just teasing.
"So we don't have to worry about Kathy walking in. All we got to worry about is this terrible swelling in your poor little boy-boy and how we're going to reduce it."
"Lucy, I don't think you realize what you're doing," Roger said, breathing faster in spite of the fact that he didn't exactly find her the answer to a boy's dream of lust. She was going to have to either put out or shut up pretty quick.
"I know what we could do," she whispered. "Why don't we lie down on this nice furry couch with all these soft pillows, and then you and I together can figure out something real nice to do that will ease the pain something wonderful."
Roger had two choices. He could do what she suggested or he could push her away while he was still able and hightail it out of the place and never come back. There was only one thing wrong with the second choice-his dong was so stiff and swollen that he didn't think he could walk.
"Well, what do you say?" Her lips were all over him, pressing hotly against his, sucking at his tongue. "Are you going to let Lucy take care of your problem and you take care of hers or-" She broke off as a sports car screeched to a halt in front of the house and gave one loud final vroom before the ignition was turned off.
"Damn! That must be Kathy and that idiot jock! Why couldn't she have kept him out just a little longer!"
"I'd better go,'" Roger said, desperately trying to disentangle her hand from his throbbing shaft and get it back inside his pants, but having little success since the woman seemed to have the ability of a boa constrictor to hang on to a trapped victim. "I'll sneak out the back door and they'll never know I was here."
"No!" Mrs. Conroy hissed, reaching to turn off the one dim lamp behind the couch. "Just lie down here on the couch with me and I'll pile these pillows around us so they can't see. Kathy never turns on a light when she brings a boy in here and she never sits on a divan with him. My Kathy is awfully good at evading the moment of truth. No fellow has been able to pin her down yet."
"Mrs. Conroy, please...please let go of my dong! What will Kathy say if she walks in and finds me this way with her mother?"
"If you keep nice and quiet, she won't see you this way," Lucille said. "She'll be too busy keeping old glamour boy out of her pants to notice."
"But this is ridiculous " Roger muttered, hearing a key turning in the front door lock while Lucille dragged him down flat on his back, piled cushions around him and climbed on top, pulling her dress up to her waist in front so that he could feel that she was naked under it.
"Mrs. Conroy...Lucille...what are you doing?" Roger felt like the chaste heroine in a Victorian novel who suddenly discovered that the villain's intentions were not strictly honorable.
"Shhh, they'll hear you!" Lucy said,' pressing the length of her thin body down on his. "You've got to be as quiet as a mouse."
"Please, Kathy, let me come in," Jerry Henderson's voice reached Rog at the same instant that he felt his pants and shorts pulled down off his hips. "Please, Kathy, I just want to talk."
Roger tried to sit up. "Mrs. Conroy! Let me go!"
Lucille used all the strength in her wiry body to push him flat again, whispering in his ear, "Be quiet! If Kathy finds you with me, she'll never speak to you again!"
My God, I'm going to be raped! This is impossible! A woman can't rape a guy!
But Lucille Conroy was giving a pretty good imitation of doing just that. He felt his hard shaft being maneuvered between her thighs and jumped as the wet hairy mound shoved against it and began moving up and down the length of it The rubbery lips of her pussy were on either side of his burning flesh, clinging damply.
"Such a sweet old boy-boy," Lucille husked, "so long and thick and solid."
Roger opened his mouth to say something but the sound of voices from the other room made him shut it without uttering a sound. It would mean the end of him with Kathy if she caught him like this. She'd never for a minute believe it was all her mother's doing. All he could do now was shut up and let this crazy woman have her way, and after all, what would it hurt except his dignity?
"I want you to know I don't ordinarily do this sort of thing," Lucille said in his ear as she captured his cock in the narrow entrance of her cunt and began to engulf it "It's just that I feel sorry for you because I know how Kathy has been treating you-just like she treats all the boys, getting you all hot and bothered and then sending you home. It just doesn't seem fair...I mean, happening to a nice boy like you."
So now she was a Good Samaritan helping the sexually handicapped, Roger thought. Next thing he knew she'd be telling him she was doing it only for him and not at all for herself.
"I'm doing this Just for you, you know, not for myself. As far as I'm concerned, I don't go for casual sex or relationships without a real commitment." Even as she spoke, the woman's tight cunt was riding up and down Roger's shaft with hungry eagerness.
She was pretty good at it too. The rest of her might be skinny and unappetizing, and she had a vacuum tube for a brain, but there was nothing wrong with that cunt of hers. It was reasonably elastic, the flesh was firm, and the vaginal muscles taut.
"Kathy, please let me come in," Jerry begged. "You're driving me crazy! I've got to have you! I'll do anything you want...I'll give you anything you want! You know my old man, as long as I carry the ball for dear old U. he pours money into my pockets."
"I'm sorry Jerr," Kathy's voice was a sincere purr like it always was when she turned a guy down. "I just wasn't brought up that way."
"Listen to my little prick-teaser," Lucille whispered as she pumped up and down on Roger's cock and rolled her skinny bottom like a well-oiled machine. "Aren't you glad you're in here with me instead of out front like that poor boob who isn't going to get any closer to pussy than he is right now?"
Roger grunted and reared upward as she came gliding down the length of his cock. It felt good to shove deep into the wet softness, and if it gave the old girl an extra thrill, that was all right too.
Mrs. Conroy's breath was expelled with a little whoosh and she responded by rubbing her clitoris against the roots of his shaft. He could feel it like a hard little finger teasing his sensitive flesh.
"I fuck good, don't I?" the woman said.
"Yeah, real good," he muttered, wishing she'd shut up before Kathy and the jock heard her, but having to admit to himself that she was a hell of a lot better screw than he'd have given her credit for beforehand.
"Please, Kathy, I got to have you," Jerry Henderson's voice came to Rog as though from a far away planet, but there was no doubt it was excited and strained. "I'll buy you anything you want...I'll-"
Tm not for sale, Jerry," Kathy said. Tm saving myself for the boy I marry."
Lucille giggled so loudly that Rog was sure the pair at the door would hear, but apparently they didn't.
"Then I'll marry you!" Jerry said in desperation. "Damn it, I'll marry you! My old man will kill me, but I'll marry you!"
"When?" Kathy asked.
"Hey, how about that?" Lucille said, pausing on an upward stroke and cocking her head to one side to listen. "My little girl is going to get married."
It was a lousy time to stop to listen to a marriage proposal Roger thought irritably. She had started this and by God, she was going to finish it! He reached up with both hands, found her lean rump and dragged her down at the same time he thrust up into her. Lucille let out an excited hissing whoop and only the fact that Kathy and Jerry were making loud kissing noises kept them from hearing. The woman's bottom rolled in his palms and the inner cunt flesh revolved and massaged him so expertly that he was having trouble controlling his breathing. It sounded awfully loud in his own ears but he couldn't help it as he plunged in and out of her harder and faster by the second, bouncing her around roughly and scattering the cushions and afghan that camouflaged them.
"When will you marry me?" Kathy asked, sounding breathless from the heavy smooching.
I've got to have you, darling," Jerry said, panting like he'd run a mile. "I want you now, Kathy darling, now!"
"But when will you marry me?" Kathy's voice was determined although slightly less cool than before.
"Tomorrow!" Jerry almost yelled. "Tomorrow, for God's sake! Well drive to Vegas first thing in the mom-fag!"
"Okay, then you can come in and make it with me tonight," Kathy said "Come on in here. There's a couch over by the wall we can use."
It took the words a few seconds to penetrate Roger's consciousness because he was thrusting in and out of Lucille's avid cunt with all the fury of near completion and nothing short of an atomic explosion would have gotten to him immediately. But Lucy got the message. instantly and began to try to get free of the boy's hard-driving cock.
"Let me go...quick! quick!" Lucille wailed at almost the same second that Rog started to spurt into her, and Kathy turned on the lamp and stared in horror at the lustful couple on the couch.
Lucille let out a whinny of surprise and pleasure and came with a wild shuddering, her body writhing and jerking while her daughter and Jerry watched open-mouthed.
"Mother," Kathy screamed. "What are you doing?"
"We were...we..." Lucille disengaged herself from Roger's still spouting cock and pulled her dress down. "We were just playing doctor and nurse. Nothing to be alarmed about, dear."
Roger had grabbed his shorts and pants, which were down around his knees, and was desperately trying to pull them up.
"Roger Norris, what were you doing to my mother?" Kathy demanded.
"Look, Kathy, I didn't mean for this to happen and-"
"I'll just bet!" Kathy said, pursing her lips primly and glaring at him. "I never did trust you! And I don't think I ever want to see you again!"
"Yeah, I kind of figured you wouldn't," Roger said, tucking his deflated penis inside his shorts and zipping up his pants. "Seeing as how you just sold your body for a wedding ring."
"Now see here, young fellow, I don't want to hear any more talk like that about my fiancee," Jerry warned.
"Don't worry, you won't," Roger said and got to his feet. "I'm leaving."
"Don't feel bad, Roger dear," Lucille said coquettishly. "I forgive you. I know you were just carried away and couldn't control yourself."
"Yeah, sure," Roger said, heading for the door. "Have a nice night, all of you."
CHAPTER 4
"Look at her, man! Just look at all that creamy, pampered flesh," Ricky Benson was saying to his buddy Vic. They stood in the doorway of the old mansion that had been turned into Stepping tone House and watched Stacy frolicking on the lawn with three of the younger boys. "Look at the way those big boobs push out the front of her sweater, and look at those smooth muscles rippling in her thighs. Man, ain't she gonna be about the greatest fuck we ever had?"
"Yeah, yeah, she'd be something all right," Vic said, licking his lips as he ogled the way Stacy's white shorts pulled taut across the round hillocks of her buttocks and outlined the plump mound between her thighs. "I could really dig fuckin' a broad like that but-"
"But what?" Ricky demanded without taking his eyes off Stacy as she raced around playing tag with the O'Leary twins and young Timmy. "You got some doubts about us making it with her?"
Vic hesitated. "I don't know, Rick. I know you're a real stud when it comes to chicks but...well, this Stacy is high class stuff, sort of like what they used to call a lady, and I'll bet she keeps a pretty tight rein on that fuzzy blonde cunt."
"Aw, that just proves you got shit for brains, man. Lady' is just a imagine name for the half of the human race that has cunts, and anything with a cunt can be had. All you got to know is the right angle to approach it from."
Vic still looked doubtful. "Maybe so, but it just seems to me that Stacy is a...you know, kind of an idealist type...like she's kind of above sex, you know?"
"Ha!" Ricky snorted. That one above sex? Look at her, man! Look at the way she flaunts that lush body! Women who are above sex, if there is any such animal, keep what they've got covered up; they don't bounce it around in tight sweaters and short shorts."
"Yeah, I know, but it's kind of like she doesn't know it exists. I mean, she's got so many other things on her mind that she doesn't notice when her boobs brush your cheek or her thigh touches your arm, not even when she opens her legs with a mini-skirt on so we can see her panties and the curly fringe around the edges."
Ricky looked at his sidekick with a little more respect. 'You're right about that. She doesn't know what she's doing. She's not doing all that on purpose. She does it because deep down inside her somewhere there's a need for her to do it, a subconscious compulsion to display herself to dudes like us."
"You talk like a shrink."
"Yeah, I know, I spent a lot of time rapping with the shrink over at Little Q. That Miss Quiggley. She was a real dog when it came to looks but she really responded to the proper stimulation and not only fucked like mink but gave me kind of an education in the female psyche. I figure that's gonna come in real handy here at good old Stepping Stone House."
'Yeah, but look, Rick, if Stacy doesn't know she has these feelings, how you gonna get her to admit it and let us satisfy 'em? My dong is just achin' to satisfy that pretty blonde cunnie of hers."
"Mine too, and she'll let us 'cause the Stacy who tantalizes us every chance she gets is the real basic Stacy," Rick said. "The other Stacy who comes on like a high class lady is just a front...a put-on...a facade."
"Oh, man, I hope you're right," Vic said fervently.
"Look at her if you don't believe me," Ricky said, nodding toward the group on the lawn. Stacy had tagged one of the red-headed twins and was now tumbling on the grass with him. "All that horsing around is to cover the fact that she's rubbing her puss against his crotch and giving him an ache in the balls that hell remember all his life."
"Jesus, you think she'd really want to take on a kid that young?" Vic asked, watching Stacy playfully clutch the redhead's face to her magnificent bosom.
"Deep down inside she'd like to make it with anyone that's got a cock," Ricky said. "Any woman can be made with the right approach, but some are harder to make than others and a few are so hard as to make it not worth the time it would take, but not this one. No, our Stacy is one of the easy ones and I'm gonna make my big move pretty soon."
"Man, Rick, I sure got to admire you-you got it all figured out."
"Yeah, I'm something kinda special, I guess," Ricky said with no sign of a smile.
"Okay, guys, time's up," they heard Stacy say as she untangled herself from the three boys. "I've got to get dressed for a meeting."
Regretfully, the boys released the blonde director of Stepping Stone House who bounded to her feet with all the grace of an athlete, waved to them and started toward the house.
"Tell you what," Ricky said as Stacy went in through a side door that was nearer to her office. "Let's go help Stacy get dressed. And being such perfect little gentlemen, we'll grab a few free feels while we're at it."
"You wouldn't...you wouldn't dare walk in on her while she's dressing!" Vic said. "Would you?"
"Vic, baby, you know I would," Ricky grinned and turned down the hall in the direction of Stacy's office which she frequently used as a dressing room so she could spend more time at the house between appointments.
Vic walked along beside him, obviously eager and excited. "Jeez, maybe we'll get to see her naked, Rick."
"Yeah, baby, you stick with me and you'll enjoy your stay here. But take it easy, don't walk so fast. We don't want to walk in on her too soon. Why waste an opportunity like this? Give her time to get stripped."
"Yeah," Vic breathed, "let her get the clothes off."
Ricky stopped near the door to the office. "We'll stand here for a minute or so. Calm down. Lean against the wall. Take a couple of drags of your cigarette. Think about bow groovy it's gonna be. We don't want to go barging in too soon. She thinks we're a couple of real sincere dudes. We don't want to ruin that impression or miss seeing her bare boobs, do we?"
"No, no," Vic agreed, barely able to contain himself for thinking about Stacy's lovely cream and gold body. "But suppose she locks the door before she strips."
Ricky snorted. "She never locks doors. This one is just like all the other doors around this funny farm. She keeps them all unlocked so none of us dudes will get the idea that she doesn't trust us."
"Yeah," Vic said, smiling. "She really is kind of a stupid shit when it comes to that trust business, isn't she?"
"Idealistic, like you said, but stupid too," Ricky said.
"Another one of those super do-gooders who think it's their mission in life to reform the world, but all they ever succeed in doing is make it worse than it was before."
"Hey, is it time yet?" Vic asked impatiently. "You think she's naked yet?"
"How long do you suppose it takes to get out of a pullover sweater, a pair of shorts, panties and bra?"
"Not very long. I think she's had enough time. Anyway, I can't wait any longer."
"Let's go then," Ricky said. "Remember, we just go barging in like we have no idea she's naked, and we apologize and keep on apologizing like mad 'cause the more we apologize the more we're gonna get to see."
"Man, Rick, with your brains, you're gonna be President some day."
"Naw. It don't take no brains to be President...no balls either," Rick said as he reached for the door handle. "What I'd really like to do is run the Mafia's white slavery organization. That takes brains and balls."
Stacy's outer office was empty except for a few pieces of furniture. She thought having a secretary at Stepping Stone House would look too pretentious. The two boys crossed to the door of the inner office.
"Okay, let's go!" Ricky whispered and threw the door open and strode in with Vic at his heels.
Stacy was standing in front of an open closet. The shower was running in the adjoining bathroom and she was just about ready to step into it. She was balanced on one leg with the other up in the air, a pair of white panties halfway down it. Otherwise, she was completely naked.
Vic sucked in his breath as he stared at the perfect globes of the woman's breasts, the rich creamy flesh in sharp contrast to the carmine nipples. He nearly choked on the rush of air expelled from his lungs while his eyes raced over the smooth lithe hips, the taut belly and the luxuriant golden hair that covered but didn't completely hide the soft petals of her labia.
"Oh, my God, Stacy! We're sorry! We had no idea..." Rick was saying as the woman stared back at them in astonishment.
"Yeah, no idea...we didn't know," Vic echoed his leader automatically, his mind really on the way Stacy's awkward position with one leg raised tended to partially open the plump pink lips of her cunt. He could see the shine of wet slippery flesh and he felt a little dizzy. He hadn't imagined he would get to see this much.
"We wouldn't have come barging in like this, Stacy, but we thought you were out on the lawn playing with the kids and we wanted to see the funnies out of yesterday's paper and..."
"Yeah, we didn't think you'd care if we just took the funnies," Vic said, thinking she'd be an idiot to believe that and wondering a little that she was so slow to react and reach for something to cover up with.
"Here, Stacy, let me get your robe," Ricky said, reaching for the short smock-like garment thrown across a chair. "I wouldn't have had this happen for anything. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, and we still respect you, respect you an awful lot. . . it won't make any difference that we've seen you..." Vic bit his lip to shut himself up. All he wanted was to look...to look at the way the glorious golden globes of satiny flesh rolled sensuously upward as Stacy straightened up and reached for the robe...to look at the fleecy blondness of her pubic hair and wonder what it would be like to stroke his throbbing cock through that silken nest into the soft wetness of her open cunt. "Here you go, Stacy, let me help you," Ricky said, pretending clumsiness as he held the robe for her and letting his hand brush across one nipple and then the other.
"Let me help too," Vic said and leaped forward so suddenly to clutch at the robe that he caused Ricky to drop it. He beat Rick and Stacy in retrieving it by crouching down instead of leaning over, and as she bent to get it, his face brushed the inside of her thigh only an inch or so away from the lush blondness that covered her mound of love. Frozen for a moment by the incredible nearness, he stared entranced at the ripe plumpness of the labia, at the long rosy slit of her womanhood, while he breathed in deeply the fragrance of her pubic area. His nostrils flared at the wildly erotic medley of smells. She had been exercising, so there was sweat-fresh feminine sweat, not the rank strong odor found in men's locker rooms; but there was also perfume, a subtle blend of mind-blowing scents that hinted at unimaginable pleasures. And there was something else, something so incredibly arousing that he felt his whole body jerking in excitement That was the special woman smell, the essence of Stacy's passionate vagina.
"Oh God, oh God!" Vic groaned, almost falling over backward and turning hastily to crawl away across the room.
"What is it Vic, what's the matter?" Stacy asked in concern as the boy stumbled to his feet and dashed out through the office.
"He's embarrassed by what happened," Ricky said, wrapping the robe around Stacy and holding it in place with his hands resting lightly on the full mounds of her breasts. "He's really a very shy boy."
"Yes, I'm sure he is," Stacy said, sounding a little uneasy. "I guess I really should have been more careful and disrobed in the bathroom. I didn't mean to distress you boys."
"It's our fault, Stacy," Ricky said, moving his palms just enough to rub against the tight peaks of her nipples. "I don't know how you can ever forgive us."
"There's nothing to forgive," Stacy said, looking down at his hands as though wondering how they got there and what they were doing. "It was just one of those unfortunate accidents that happen when people are around each other a lot. It doesn't amount to anything as long as it doesn't get blown out of proportion."
"Well, you can be sure I will forget it," Ricky said, "and I'll see that Vic does too. You'll never hear about it again from this moment on."
"Thank you, Ricky. You're a very nice, decent boy."
"Being around you would make anyone decent, Stacy," Ricky said in his sincerest voice. "I'm not as bad as the pigs tried to make out. I did do one or two pretty seedy things, but ever since I've been here with you, I've changed...really changed."
Stacy could feel his hard young body molded to her back and his hands still on her breasts, but she was so touched by his words that she ignored the implications such touching would ordinarily convey. She knew she was right, that her way of dealing with juveniles was the right way, and she didn't want to jeopardize the influence for good she felt she was having on Ricky by carping about meaningless, accidental physical contact.
"Well, I've got to go take my shower and dress," she said brightly. "My appointment is quite important." She made a move to pull away but Ricky didn't release his grip on her for a moment. He was thinking how easy it would be to push her down on the couch and help himself to her luscious body. She might put up a token resistance, but she'd give in quickly enough and he knew she wouldn't yell rape afterwards. To do so would be to compromise her whole project here.
No, don't rush it, boy, he cautioned himself. If you play it right, she will practically ask you and that will be twice as groovy because she'll do anything you ask her to then.
So he reluctantly released her and made himself smile as she started for the bathroom with a toss of her golden hair and a pleased glance at him over her shoulder.
"Will you be back later, Stacy?" Ricky asked. "The guys will be taking their usual swim this evening and it would be nice if you could join us. It really encourages the fellas when you do things with them."
"Well," she said, pausing with the door half closed, "I did have something else planned but I'll see if I can't cancel it I wouldn't want to disappoint you boys."
"You're a wonderful person, Stacy," Ricky said. "I hope all those other guys appreciate just how lucky they are to have you here. God knows I tell them often enough."
"You're sweet Ricky," Stacy said and closed the bathroom door.
Yeah, Tm sweet, you sexy bitch. Just wait until you find out how sweet my cock is, just wait until you feel it screwing into that blonde cunt of yours, just wait until you suck it for me like it was a candy cane. You'll think it's yummy when you feel it ramming in and out of your lady-like mouth, Ricky thought as he walked out through the outer office and stepped into the hall.
Vic was just coming out of the first floor restroom when Ricky walked toward the front of the house. The Italian youth had a bemused look on his face and was shaking his head in disbelief.
"I can't believe it" Vic said, "I really can't believe it"
"Can't believe what?" Ricky demanded, irritated because he had come so close to just pushing Stacy down and mounting her that his dong was aching. "What's eating you?"
"I creamed my jeans, just like that," he snapped his fingers, "without doing anything but looking...looking and smelling that gorgeous cunt made me get off."
"So that's why you were crawling around on the floor like an idiot," Ricky laughed. "I told Stacy you were embarrassed about walking in and finding her that way."
Vic snickered. "I was embarrassed to have my pants filled with jism over nothing but a look and a smell. Oh, man, that smell! I never smelled anything like that. Let me tell you about that perfumed pussy and how it smelled."
"Don't bother," Ricky said. "I'll find out for myself tonight."
"Yeah? Did you ask her? What did she say?"
"Don't be a shit. Of course I didn't ask her. You never ask a woman, you tell her. If you ask, she gets the idea she has a choice, and being such dopes most of them will usually say no. But if you tell them to assume the position and open their legs, they do it, and their consciences don't bother them then because it's all your doing."
"You're a genius, Rick," Vic said admiringly, "but I just can't believe Stacy will do it just because you tell her to."
"Okay, smart ass, you be in the pool tonight when she comes to swim with us and you'll see her do it."
"In the pool? With everybody around? You're crazy."
"In the pool, but not with everyone around. She's not ready to pull a train yet. Your job is to see that the others leave when I say so."
"Oh. And what about me?" Vic asked.
"You're my buddy, aren't you? Haven't I always taken care of you and seen that you got your share."
"Yeah, but-"
"So you'll get to watch while I fuck her."
"Watch? You mean, that's all?" The dismay on Vic's face was ludicrous. "Ricky, I can't stand it. I'll come in my pants again. I can't live without that golden cunt. Please, Rick, I'll do anything you say!"
"Well, I can't have you whacking off all over the place," the blond youth said, "but Stacy's awful special stuff. I mean, you don't share that kind of stuff with everybody."
"But you said I could. You said you were going to make her do it with me and the other dudes."
"I know, but that was before I saw what a delicious cunt she has. That's eating cunt, man. I am going to graze in that pasture and I don't want a lot of guys messing it up with their dirty come."
"AUW, COME ON, Rick. She could take a bath in between. You wouldn't have to lick no wet deck. By the time she takes a bath and puts perfume and stuff on you'll never know I creamed into it."
"Well...I'll think it over," Ricky said. Actually he never intended to do anything else but share Stacy with Vic and the others. Making her do it with them was part of the fun. A woman like that had certain moral standards that would permit her to consider being fucked by one guy as an "affair" or a "relationship," but having to put out for a group of males would make her feel degraded. And that's what he wanted. He wanted to destroy the blonde perfection of Stacy Norris even more than he wanted to use her for his sexual pleasure. It wasn't that he had anything against the woman. He rather liked her, in fact, but he couldn't resist the extra sadistic kick of totally debasing her.
About an hour after their early dinner, the boys at Stepping Stone House gathered in the pool for their swim with their director. Stacy had started this pool get-together the day after their arrival and the boys seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. She was seemingly unaware of what the boys enjoyed most about the swim-her nearly nude body.
Somehow it had never occurred to her that a modified string bikini was not proper attire for a lovely woman to wear in the company of youths who were known to be hyperactive sexually. The top of the swimsuit did little to conceal the big beautiful cones of her breasts; the bottom was supposed to cover her pubic area and that's all it did. The rest of her was bare and what this did to the boys who swam with her would have been obvious to anyone who took the trouble to look at the swollen lumps in the front of their shorts. But Stacy didn't look and wouldn't have believed she was responsible if she had.
She did find it a little odd, however, that so many of her charges wanted swimming lessons. It had been her understanding at the beginning that all but one or two of them could swim, but now she found herself with a whole pool full of "learners." Not that it mattered. Stacy was always willing and eager to help the boys in any way they wanted.
"Here, let me keep you afloat, Vic," she said to the husky Italian youth. "That will leave your arms and legs free to practice your backstroke."
She was treading water beside him and when she put her forearms under his back, it brought her partially bare breasts to rest along his left side. For almost a minute, Vic just floated there staring at the pale woman-flesh pressed against his own swarthy hairy chest.
"Well, Vic?" Stacy said finally. "Aren't you going to try your backstroke?"
"Huh? Oh...yeah, yeah," Vic said, having become so engrossed in enjoying the feel of her that he had forgotten what the excuse for this charade was. He began to work his arms and feet vigorously, taking care each time to let his hand run up the cool smoothness of Stacy's thigh and across her midriff.
The other boys were paddling close around them-except for Ricky, who hung back swimming lazily back and forth across the width of the pool while he waited for the right moment to make his move.
The O'Leary twins were like frolicsome puppies, surface diving and playing tag around Stacy's legs. Sonny Tucker was directly behind her, treading water also, and so close that his thighs were touching the backs of hers and his feet occasionally trailed up the inside of her calves. Artie Lopez was on her right and "Candy" Cane, with his long hair plastered wetly to his face, was on her left. Both boys were taking every opportunity to rub against her while she worked with Vic. Candy's swollen erection was actually pressed to the side of her thigh and Sonny Tucker's more massive prod bumped against her buttocks with each scissoring movement of their legs.
Stacy seemed to be oblivious to all of this, but to the intently watching Rick there seemed to be a change in her eyes. She's getting excited. She doesn't realize it, but she's getting hot as a weenie on the grill. All that male flesh is getting to her, especially those big dongs of Candy and Sonny. I better move in before someone else has her begging for it like the naughty lady she is under all that idealistic blah.
Jerry O'Leary ducked his freckled face under the water and dove directly between Stacy's churning thighs. As he dove, he turned over and looked upward at the triangle of her womanhood. In the water, the skimpy bottom of her bikini covered less than it had before. The boy could see not only the blonde fringe showing around the edges, but the beginning of the pouty pink cunt as well. Avoiding Sonny's kicking legs, Jerry popped to the top and looked around for his brother. Catching Terry's eye, he winked and waggled a finger in his direction. Terry joined him and they dove together, passing like twin torpedos between Stacy's tireless thighs. Jerry pointed out the erotic display and angled upward so that his head was between the beautiful legs and the thighs rubbed against his cheeks. Impulsively he pressed his mouth against the pink slit exposed by the displaced scrap of nylon and let his hot tongue lick along the labia as far as it could reach.
Ricky saw Stacy's eyes widen in surprise and then he observed something else: an intense far away look came into her eyes and her mouth went slightly slack.
The time had come and Ricky knew he'd better move in fast With quick short strokes he made his way into the crowd around Stacy. Since he was the only one who knew exactly what he was going to do, it was easy to shoulder the smaller boys aside and push as though by accident between Sonny and Stacy. In a few moments, it was his heavy shaft that was resting between her pert round buttocks. Then with supreme nonchalance he reached to untie the string of her bikini top and let it float away.
Before dumbfounded Stacy could recover from finding her breasts completely exposed, Ricky's nimble fingers had darted to the tie of the bottom half of her suit and deftly stripped downward and off the meager protection it had provided.
"Oh, my God!" Stacy gasped, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and then dropping one to her crotch to try to cover it. "My bikini, where's my bikini?"
"All right, you guys!" Ricky bellowed. "Everybody out of the pool! On the double! I don't know which one of you dudes did that but out you go! Right now, come on!"
"Yeah, come on, you wise guys, that's enough horsing around!" Vic took up the cry. "Out, all of you! You've embarrassed Stacy enough!"
"You punks ought to be ashamed of yourselves after how nice she's been," Ricky yelled, as working together like a pair of well-trained sheepdogs, he and Vic herded the other boys out of the pool and into the dressing room beyond.
"Okay, you keep watch," Ricky said to Vic. "Guard that door and don't let anybody back in."
"Okay, Rick, but how about me?"
"You can peek once in a while if you want and later you'll get yours."
"Right on!" Vic whispered excitedly. "Go get her!"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Ricky said, unzipping his shorts and shoving them down off his legs as he paddled back to where Stacy was searching frantically and futilely for her swim suit.
CHAPTER 5
Unable to locate either part of her bikini, Stacy surfaced and looked around. She saw that Ricky and Vic had hustled all the other boys out of the pool area. Ricky was swimming toward her and Vic was standing in front of the door as though guarding it.
"Thanks for helping out," she called to Ricky, covering her breasts with her hands as he came closer. "I do seem to have a habit of appearing in the altogether, don't I?"
"This was no accident," Ricky said. "Somebody deliberately untied your strings."
"Oh, really? Why would anyone do a thing like that? I do wish one of you would bring me a robe or a big towel or something."
"Vic will get you one as soon as he's sure none of those other dudes are sneaking peeks."
"Oh, Ricky, they wouldn't do that, would they?" she asked as he came closer and closer in the water. "They all seem to respect me so."
"Oh, they do, they do," Ricky assured her. "We all respect you and we'll keep on respecting you no matter what happens, but gosh, Stacy, you do have an awfully beautiful body."
"Why, thank you, Ricky. That's very nice to hear. You know, when a woman gets to be my age, she-" she stopped as he reached for her with both hands. "Ricky, what is it? You've got the oddest look in your eyes. What are you going to do?"
"We'll go right on respecting you, Stacy, no matter what happens," he repeated as his hands fastened on her shoulders and he began to pull her toward him through the water.
"Ricky! Ricky, please! You're frightening me!" She struggled to resist but it did no good, and suddenly his lean, hard body was pressed against the softness of hers. Her breasts were being flattened on his chest and her belly molded to his. She felt his thighs against hers and then felt something else that turned her eyes to saucers-the long, thick shaft of his erect penis.
"Ricky, you're naked!" Stacy gasped.
"So are you," he said. 'That makes it nice, doesn't it, because you can feel my cock better this way."
"Ricky...I think you have misunderstood my position or-"
"No, you're the one who misunderstood, doll. If you thought you were going to get away with strutting that gorgeous flesh of yours around and giving us all hard-ons without anything happening, you really misunderstood."
"No, that wasn't my intention at all. I never for a minute-" She gasped again as she felt the hardness of his shaft rubbing up and down over the soft mound of her womanhood, felt it forcing the lips of her pussy open, felt it demanding entrance.
"Yeah, I know, I know," Rick said, hands on her breasts, fingers caressing her peaking nipples and his mouth against the side of her throat burning kisses from her earlobe to her shoulder., "Please...no...I can't," she moaned, trying to push him away, but finding her strength had suddenly drained away. "I can't let you do this."
"You've got to, Stacy," he whispered in her ear. "You know you've got to. You have no choice, do you?"
"But I have! You can't do this to me...you've no right...Oh, God!" The super-hardness of his youthful cock was like a battering ram against the portals of her sacred vault, and she could feel a wetness there that didn't come from the water of the pool. What was the matter with her? Why was she so weak and unable to tear herself out of his grasp? She had to resist. This was an impossible position for someone of her stature to be put in. A person of her intellectual level couldn't permit herself to be raped by a mere boy.
Desperately she tried to struggle away and they both went under water. He wouldn't let her loose no matter how she twisted and turned. By the time they came to the surface again, the feel of his body, most especially his jutting young cock, was making her feel hot and limp all over.
"You know you're going to do it, Stacy...you know you want to do it. Open up your thighs, beautiful, and let me in."
She shook her head but his mouth was on hers and his tongue was forcing its way into her mouth. They were only in about five feet of water now and his hands left her breasts and moved down her sides, coming to rest finally under the lower curve of her buttocks to hold her tight against him.
"Open up, Stacy, open wide," he whispered as he released her bruised mouth. "You want to be fucked and you're going to get fucked."
"No, no, I can't...I can't," she all but sobbed, feeling his fingers digging into the fleshiness of her buttocks as he lifted her upward and forced her legs apart with his thighs, exposing her secret flesh and making it fully accessible to his carnal attack.
Ricky planted his feet firmly on the bottom of the pool and lifted her higher, then brought her in toward his rearing manhood until the bulging glans found the tender flesh of her unprotected pussy and began to force its way in.
"No, no, no," Stacy protested weakly. She wanted to fight, wanted to scream for help, but discovered she could only whimper. "How can you do this to me? You have no right to..."
"I've got all the right in the world, Stacy," he told her, pulling her closer with slow but relentless pressure. "I've got the right because you want it this way. You want my cock all the way up inside you. You want me to fuck you."
"No, no," she said, hitting weakly at his arms and shoulders. How could he say such a thing? She hadn't given one thought to having sex with him or anybody else, not one thought. She was much too busy with important things to waste time and energy on such foolishness.
"You want it, Stacy. Don't let silly repressions make you pretend you don't. You've never really let yourself have what you want, have you? You want a big fat cock that will fill your cunt to the brim and now you're going to have it. Let it penetrate, Stacy, let it sink all the way in and fill you, let it stretch you beyond your wildest dreams. And I'll make it happen time after time. A dude my age can keep fucking half the night and that's what you've always wanted, isn't it?"
"No, no, no. Please don't go any deeper...you're hurting me."
"Nonsense," he said, backing her up against the wall of the pool so she couldn't pull back at all. "You're not really that tight. You're not a young girl and you're not a virgin so quit kidding yourself. You can take a lot of man if you want to and baby, I'm going to make you want to."
"Don't...no...oh God!" She closed her eyes so she couldn't see the knowing, grinning face so close to hers, couldn't see their naked bodies entwined so shamefully in the clear water. Her whole body was trembling and she felt so weak she would have sunk to the bottom like a stone if she hadn't been pinned so tightly against the side of the pool.
He was in deeper now and her tender flesh was yielding to the insistent invasion. Her mind rejected what was happening, said she couldn't stand it, said that he was too big, that all men were too big, but her body was accepting the bigness and accommodating itself to meet any further demands.
She couldn't understand how her sheath could expand to hold all the hot male flesh that was pushing into it, was afraid it would suddenly reach the end of its elasticity and tear. She would bleed. Maybe she was already bleeding. Maybe that hot wet feeling was blood pouring out into the water.
Stacy opened her eyes and looked. No blood. Only the endless iron hard man meat screwing in deeper and holding her impaled like a butterfly on a pin. Her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open and her unbelieving mind refused to acknowledge the fact that her legs were raising and tightening around the youth's lower body, that her hands stroked up and down his back and her buttocks were beginning to roll sensuously in the water. Her breasts felt tingly and swollen and her belly rubbed hotly against his.
"That's a girl. That's what I saw in you all the time.
You're a cock-hungry bitch under all that show of selfless devotion to juvenile delinquents. You like hard cock and you're going to get hard cock. You're gonna get so much you won't know what to do with it all You're gonna get it in your cunt, you're gonna get it in your mouth, you're gonna get it in your ass, and if we can figure out any other places, you'll get it there too."
Stacy squealed as he rammed in harder and hit bottom. She was sure he was going to drive right on through into her womb and destroy her completely. But then the thick pole was pulling out, dragging achingly along her sensitive inner flesh and then thrusting back in with a force that slammed her buttocks hard against the cold tile of the pool.
She moaned and her thighs rubbed along his flanks while her pubic area started to rotate and grind in response to his thrusts.
That's it, you cock-lovin' bitch, fuck! Shake that ass of yours and show me how you can fuck!" Ricky snarled. "You want more? You'll get more!"
That burning ram was moving in and out of her now in a steady rhythmic beat, turning her insides to fire. She could feel it sliding along the full length of her slit, rubbing and exciting her swollen clit while she mentally deplored the whole thing.
There was something wrong with her body. She was being raped, but her body didn't recognize that fact. There was a flooding of hot woman juice to lubricate the violated passageway and her vaginal muscles were flexing and tightening to squeeze and savor the skewering rod that tormented her.
"You like that cock, don't you, baby?" He had forced her head back against the coping and was talking with his mouth against hers. Tell me you like it, Stacy. Beg me to give you more cock."
"No, no...don't...let me go...stop," she choked, but her pelvis was thrusting forward to miss none of the flaming pleasure it craved.
"Yeah, you love it all right. Your cunt is begging for it, begging so hard I'm gonna give it all to you in one big slam."
He pulled almost completely out of her in spite of her involuntary whimper of protest and then slammed back in so violently that she thought she was going to faint. Instead, her pulsating pussy spasmed and oozed fresh juice while it sucked at his cock like a greedy vacuum. She felt his stiff shaft jerk and knew he was coming too, filling her with the steaming lava of his jism.
For a few moments longer she bounced and thrust against his softening cock. She had come but still felt an aching need to have him thrusting in and out of her, to have him conquer her totally. If anyone had asked her she would have said she had been raped, that she had resisted her attacker with all her strength, but even now her body was crying for more and deeper penetration.
"Okay, that's it for a little while," Ricky said, pulling away from her. "You're a real animal once you get started. Don't worry, you'll get more. You'll get it real quick but first let's get out of this damn water."
"What?" Stacy's blue eyes were still glazed and her mouth slack with lust. She looked around as though she didn't know where she was or how she got there.
"Get out of the water and get your robe on," Ricky ordered. "We're going back to your office. I have some interesting things I want you to do."
"I don't understand...what do you mean?" Stacy seemed to be coming out of a stupor, but her body was still on fire with a need she didn't know existed, a need she didn't recognize even now that it had come to the fore so strongly.
"Come on, bitch! Get out of the pool and put your robe onl You don't want to walk through the halls like that, do you? I'm not ready for the rest of the dudes to see you naked yet, although I imagine that secretly you've always wanted to parade that blonde cunt in front of a roomful of guys."
Stacy shook her head to clear it "Don't talk to me like that That isn't true. I've never-"
"Save your breath! You're gonna need it later on."
She let him help her out of the pool but stopped short as she realized that Vic was still leaning against the closed door leering at her.
"Please, Ricky, get me a towel or something," she said and tried to cover herself with her hands.
Ricky's laugh was short and ugly as he dragged her hands away and turned her fully toward Vic. "You're gonna be fuckin' and suckin' him pretty quick so what's the difference if he sees the merchandise now. Come on over here, Vic, and take a good look at this stuff."
Too shocked even to speak, she permitted Ricky to pull her toward the dark-haired youth and turn her around and around in front of him as though she were a prime piece of beef before a butcher.
"Look, Vic. Look at these boobs. Ever see anything so firm in your life? Look at those big pointy nipples. Here, put your hands underneath and feel how heavy her tits are."
Vic's hands were shaking and the front of his shorts was bulging out as he stepped closer and cupped his hands under the creamy cones. Stacy could feel his sweaty, trembling fingers curling around her flesh and she cringed inside even though her skin tingled at the touch. There was a fresh trickle of warmth in the crevice between her thighs. A whiff of a strong pungent aroma reached her nostrils and she wondered what it was until she suddenly realized it was coming from her vagina, the musk of a woman in heat.
"Jeez, they're big!" Vic said, squeezing the ripe globes. "And so solid and yet soft! Oh, man, I think I'm gonna cream my pants again."
"Don't!" Ricky ordered. "Save it! It won't be long until you can cream right into her pussy. Can't you see how hot she's getting?"
"Don't say things like that," Stacy said, but made no move to stop the exploring fingers. Her breath hissed through her lips in excited gusts and she couldn't stop it and she couldn't understand it. Why did she feel this way?
"But just look for now," Ricky said to his friend. He turned Stacy around again as though she were a puppet and his hands held the strings. "Look at that sexy ass, will you? Ain't that the most fuckable ass you ever saw in your life?"
"She's beautiful, Ricky," Vic said in an awed tone. "So tall and lady-like and cool and untouchable."
"Oh, she's touchable," Ricky snickered, "She's real touchable. Go ahead, touch her anywhere you want"
"Anywhere?" Vic was so excited he could hardly talk. Stacy felt his fingers trailing down her spine and across the top of her buttocks, stroking down each outward curve to the base and then passing lightly up through the deep chasm between the mounds. She felt them slide down to the backs of her legs and slither onto the doeskin softness of her inner thighs.
"Turn it around and spread your legs!" Ricky commanded. "Let the man get a good look at your hot pink cunt!"
The tone of ownership enraged Stacy. She wouldn't do any such thing! She was going to get out of here and when she did, Mr. Ricky Benson was going to find himself in a lot of trouble.
To her own surprise, Stacy found herself turning docilely to face Vic and opening her thighs to let him see the golden glory of her pubic hair with the plump-lipped slit beneath it.
"Oh, man, look at that!" Vic said huskily and dropped to one knee. "I never saw a woman so close up before. Even the girls I fucked never let me look this much. I never seen nothin' like it. You know I came just from lookin' at you, Mrs. Norris, early today back in your office? Ifs the truth. I looked at you and I smelled you and I shot my wad. Ain't that something?"
"Open it up and show him the rest, Stacy!" Ricky commanded.
As though in a trance, Stacy reached down with both hands, parted the blonde hair with her fingers and grasped the slippery vaginal lips to pull them open. Without being told, she leaned over backwards and thrust her pelvis forward almost into the face of the pop-eyed boy.
"Ain't that something, Vic? Ain't that about the most fabulous gash you ever saw?"
"Yeah, yeah," Vic almost choked getting the words out
"Look as much as you like, old buddy. Stick your nose in it if you want but hurry it up. We got to get back to Stacy's office before the rest of the gang come looking for us. We're not ready for a gang-bang yet"
Vic was leaning forward, staring at the pulpy red beauty, and Stacy could feel his breath stirring her pubic hair. She shivered at the way the warm gusts of air were making her feel.
"Oh, God! Can I fuck her, Rick? Can I fuck her right now?" Vic's voice sounded as though he were in torment.
"No! There's no time. We got to get out of here, I told you."
"But I can't stand it, Rick. My dong is hurting so bad it's killing me. I can't stand it. I'll go crazy." He lurched to his feet in obvious distress.
"Okay, okay," Rick growled and grabbed Stacy by the arm. "You...whack him off with your hand. That'll take less time."
Stacy stared at him in shock. "Wh-what did you say?"
"I said, whack him off! That's no big thing, for crissakes," Ricky said, his eyes capturing Stacy's and holding them. 'Take his cock out of his shorts and masturbate him. It will only take a minute or so and then we'll go back to your office and start the real fun."
"You must be out of your mind," Stacy said indignantly. "What do you think I am?"
"We already know what you are, Stacy," Ricky said softly. "We're just discussing the method you're to use now."
"Well, I'm not going to do it. Who do you think you are to order me to do something like that?" She made a move to pull away from him.
Ricky made no effort to twist her arm or even tighten his fingers on her arm. He just took her fingers and guided them almost gently to the tab of Vic's fly, still looking her right in the eye. "I don't know why you said you weren't going to do it, Stacy, because you know deep in your heart that you are. You'll do it not only because I tell you to but because you want to do it."
Stacy shook her head stubbornly. "No. No, I don't. I don't want to do it and you can't make me."
"I'm not making you do it, Stacy, any more than I made you fuck me there in the pool. I'm just telling you that you're going to do it. Why are you fighting it? You know you're going to do it, don't you?"
Stacy's fingers were already sliding the zipper down. Her eyes slid away from Ricky's intent stare and a dry sob shook her. She seemed to have no will of her own.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Vic muttered in awe as the zipper slipped lower and Stacy's fingers dipped inside his shorts to find his painfully distended shaft. "She's going to do it, Rick! She's going to do it!"
"Of course she is," Ricky said with supreme confidence. "Stacy is going to do everything I tell her to from now on, aren't you, Stace?"
Stacy's "Yes" was barely audible as she eased the rigid rod out of the tight swim trunks and closed her hand around it.
CHAPTER 6
Stacy stared down at the reddish brown organ she held in her hand. Her blue eyes were fixed on the smooth tumescent crown with its tiny mouth-like slit, the rolled ridge at its base and the heavy, corded length that ended in a rank, dark forest of pubic hair. She was both repelled and fascinated by this intimate view of male sexual equipment. Her breath began to come faster as her fingers curled around the ridged stalk, and the knowledge that this was the penis of a boy who was little more than a stranger to her sent an odd kind of thrill prickling along her skin and started her hand to moving up and down the fleshy pole.
She heard Vic's moan of pleasure but it seemed to come from far away. The feel of the hot pulsing man meat blotted out all other considerations. She wasn't concerned with giving the boy pleasure, only with the feelings that stirred in her as the rigid ramrod throbbed with life under her massaging fingers.
"Hey, not so fast! It feels so good...please make it last a little longer," Vic pleaded in a hoarse whisper.
Stacy made no answer. Her fingers skipped up to the rounded nub and danced back and forth over the sensitive glans, making the whole length of the engorged shaft quiver and jump. Stroking back down to the thick base, the fingers scrabbled around in the wiry black hair until they could lift and squeeze the tightly drawn testicles.
Vic gasped and shook, his face distorted with lust and his knees threatening to give way under him. He had masturbated himself often enough, but the sensation of having a beautiful naked woman do it to him while his best friend watched was beyond belief. Up until the moment he had seen and felt Stacy's hand on his aching cock, he hadn't believed this lovely, intelligent woman was capable of taking part in such a lascivious act.
Stacy's face was rapt but calm and her fingers unhurried as they went about their unusual task. Only the way her breasts were rising and falling more rapidly with each stroke betrayed the fact that she was nearly as excited as Vic by the contact. Her pulses were racing and her heart pounding and the warm wetness between her thighs oozed with fresh, fragrant dew.
"I can't hold it back...it's coming!" Vic gasped. "I'm gonna explode all over everything."
A moan escaped Stacy's lips as the thick male member swelled still more and began to jump and jerk in the palm of her hand. Moving her fingers quickly to the head of it, she touched the tiny opening just as it began to spew forth gobs of milky semen that drenched her hand and wrist.
"Oh, my God! Oh, Christ!" Vic howled as his spasming shaft poured forth its flood, spilling to the deck of the pool and spattering Stacy's legs.
"Hey, that was groovy!" Ricky said. "You did that real good, doll." He picked up a terry cloth robe and draped it around her shoulders. "Put that on and let's go. I got a nice little reward for you."
Stacy was staring at her sticky hand. "Reward? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do," Ricky laughed and nudged her with his newly swollen cock. "I'm gonna give you this, baby, and this time will be better than last."
"Ricky, you shouldn't say things like that to me," Stacy said, taking a handkerchief out of the pocket of the robe and wiping her hands on it.
"I shouldn't say what kind of things?" Rick demanded. "And why not?"
"Because...well, you shouldn't. After all, I'm-"
"You're what?" Ricky thrust his face close to Stacy's. "Tell me what you are, mama. Tell me all about you."
Stacy drew the robe tighter around her and looped the sash to hold it in place. "I'm in charge here, and you...you at least owe me a little respect no matter what happened a little while ago."
"Respect, ha!" Ricky laughed in her face. "How do you think I should react to a bitch who does the kind of things you've done?"
Stacy looked utterly bewildered. "But...I only did what you told me to. I thought you wanted to establish a more meaningful relationship that.. . "
"Meaningful relationship! You gotta be kidding! Why, you're no better than a common ho...a hooker. A chick who would fuck one guy while another was watching and then whack off the second one while the first one watched would do just about anything."
"No, no, that's not true! I have never done anything like that before and I never will again...not for you, not for anybody!"
"Oh, yes, you will," Ricky said, taking the soiled handkerchief from her hand and tossing it toward a wastebasket near the door. "Now you run along to your office and I'll be there in a minute to show you what you'll do."
Vic walked to the basket and retrieved the wadded up square of linen. "I want it to remember you by," he said. "I do want to thank you, Mrs. Norris. I certainly did en-Joy that."
"It was nothing," Ricky answered for her. "Compared to some of the things she's going to do for you, that's not worth mentioning or remembering."
Stacy shivered but said nothing as Ricky led her to the door, running his hand familiarly across the outward flare of her buttocks. "You go shower and I'll be along Just as soon as I fish our swimsuits out of the water. We don't want to leave any telltale evidence around for that snoopy Mr. Meyer to find."
As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Stacy broke into a run. She'd get dressed and be gone before that awful boy could even begin to recover his shorts and her bikini. She was tempted to go just as she washer car was parked just outside the office entrance and she could be in it and away in seconds-but what if something happened on the way home and she were stopped by the police? Even in this modern, new morality age, it would cause a scandal if she were found to be driving across the city with only an abbreviated beach robe to cover her nudity. The reputation of a woman lawyer who worked with juvenile boys and was running an experimental home for them along such unorthodox lines had to be spotless. She couldn't afford the faintest suspicion of sexual involvement with her charges or the whole enterprise would collapse in disgrace and ruin. No, she couldn't risk that. And suppose she did make it home without incident. Roger and Hester would certainly still be up and how could she explain her lack of proper clothing to them? She couldn't So she had to dress and she had to do it fast
She tore through the outer office, gathered up the clothes she'd worn to the meeting earlier and shut herself in the bathroom. She didn't take time to wash, just pulled on bra and panties, skirt blouse and jacket No tune for stockings or makeup. She ran a comb through her hair, stepped into thong sandals and picked up her purse. Her car keys were in her hand and she was back in the hallway, almost to the outside door,' when it opened and Ricky came through it grinning.
"Aha! I thought you might try that" he said reprovingly and took her hand to lead her back to the office.
Stacy sighed and her shoulders drooped in defeat As long as that hand was holding hers she seemed unable to do anything but follow along as though she were the child and he her father.
"You didn't really want to get away, did you, Stacy? You just thought you should, that it wouldn't look right for you to admit you wanted to fuck a boy as young as your son. But you do, don't you? You can hardly wait" Ricky was saying as he pushed open the office door and ushered her inside.
"Ricky, I don't think you understand me. I just don't do the kind of things you somehow maneuvered me into doing back there in the pool room."
"Yeah, sure, blame it all on me. Maybe you can fool yourself with that kind of crud but you can't fool me. I never saw a broad so hot to trot"
"There you go again. Why do you keep saying things like that? Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?"
Ricky grinned, showing his even white teeth. "Maybe. Maybe I do get an extra kick out of rubbing your nose in the shit you dish out Maybe every time I see a hoity-toity dame like you I want to make her squirm."
"But why? I don't understand you. I thought."
"Don't try to understand. Just do what I tell you and we'll get along fine." He grabbed the desk chair and tilted its back under the doorknob. "There, that will take care of this nutty no locked doors business for the time being. Now get your ass in the other room and get ready to do your thing. Take those clothes off to start with! Strip!"
"Ricky, no...I told you...just because I let you once doesn't mean..."
"Don't talk shit!" he said with the cocksure confidence that unnerved her more than anything else. "You know damn well you want to. You're aching to feel my cock in your cunt again, to feel me pounding your pussy for you, so quit shitting around and strip! I want a good, long, private look at that bod of yours before the fuckin' starts."
Slowly, but without further protest, Stacy began to undress. When she was down to panties and bra, he motioned for her to stop and revolve while he ogled the magnificent out-thrust breasts that strained like wild things against the restricting lace of the bra and the full mound of her womanhood that was clearly outlined by the tight nylon briefs.
"Not bad...not bad at all," Ricky said, eyes gliding down the slender, curvy legs, the svelte hips and full, rounded buttocks. "I haven't had a chance to inspect you real close yet I could feel you in the water but I couldn't see real good. It gives me a kick to see as well as touch."
Stacy stood staring at him with a blank, rather bewildered expression on her face. She seemed to be wondering why she was exposing herself this way just to suit his whim.
"Now, take the rest off and let's see how you measure up," he laughed and reached across her desk to pick up a small magnifying glass she kept handy to read the numbers in the phone book. "I wanna know if all that beauty is more than skin deep."
like a sleep-walker, Stacy slowly unhooked her bra and let the resilient globes of her breasts bounce free. They sagged very little without the lacy support, and the peaked nipples pointed toward the ceiling Kke the noses of startled rabbits.
"Ah, very nice," Ricky approved, moving closer and peering through the magnifying glass at the flawless perfection of the luscious mounds. "Wow! All that creamy flesh! Acres and acres of yummy tittie flesh!"
Almost ill with shamed embarrassment, Stacy shoved the panties down off her hips and let them fall to the floor, exposing the lush patch of curly blondeness that covered her pubes.
"Now we're getting to the really interesting part," Ricky said and slid his hand across her belly to let his fingers trail through the silken hair. "So soft...so silky. Man, if they could shear that like they do sheep's wool it would make a hell of a blanket. How does that grab you, Ms. Stacy Norris? Blankets made from golden pubic hair specially grown for the connoisseur!"
"Please, Ricky, you're embarrassing me. I'm not used to standing naked like this and being inspected."
"No? Too bad. You'll get used to it," Ricky sneered. "That I can guarantee! Before I get through with you, being looked at will seem like nothing!"
He knelt in front of her and moved the magnifying glass back and forth across her stomach "Ha! Even that pretty skin has big ugly old pores when you look at it through this. Turn around! I want to see the other sidel I want to see that beautiful butt at close range!"
With a shuddering sigh Stacy did as he ordered and in a few seconds felt the touch of the glass moving over the rounded mounds of her buttocks and heard Rick's clucking noises of appreciation and pretended surprise. "Hey, look at that! A mole on that smooth ivory butt! It's so tiny you can hardly see it...land of like one of those beauty marks that the chicks used to paste on back in the eighteenth century. Just enough of a flaw to show off the good part. And what do we have here?"
Strong fingers gripped and spread her buttocks so the deep crevice between them was exposed. "Bend over!" he ordered. "I want a really good look!"
When she didn't comply at once, he whacked her across the bottom and Stacy bent over, choking back a sob. "Okay, that's better. Now get your legs apart and shove it up high so I Can see better."
Stacy did as she was told, separating her feet widely and straightening her knees to force her bottom up in the air so he could place the magnifying glass almost on top of the reddish pucker of her anus.
"Very interesting...verrrry interesting," he said. "That sure is a tight cute little ass-hole. I bet that would really squeeze a dude's cock dry."
"Please," Stacy begged, "must you humiliate me this way?"
Ricky snorted. "Lady, you ain't seen nothin' yet! This is only the beginning...only the beginning!" He yanked at her leg to turn her around. "Now let us get on to the piece de resistance, the main course of this feast of lust-the luscious cunt of the luscious Stacy."
With the youth kneeling at her feet shoving his face close to her pubic area, Stacy could feel his hot breath stirring the blonde corn silk of the hair.
"Ah yes. Yes, indeed. Yours is a cunt for the true cunt lover. A delight to behold with its tight pink lips and rosy folds of glistening flesh. Truly a masterpiece...a work of art" Ricky shoved her legs wider apart so that the plump moist lips opened farther.
"The next time I explore here, I'll have to remember to bring my camera," he said. "Use your fingers and spread those cunt lips for me. I want to see way inside you."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Stacy groaned. "Open up them ruby gates, chick! I crave a glimpse of paradise!"
Slowly the blonde reached down and slid her fingers under the petal-like labia. Reluctantly she pulled the hairy lapels back to reveal fully the pink-jellied slit, leaning back slightly and forcing the entryway as wide open as she could from within.
"Wow! Oh man, ain't that something?" Ricky muttered. "Look how deep it goes! I wish I had a flash bulb and a camera. I'd take a whole series of pictures of that gorgeous, mind-blasting gash."
His face was very close to the spread pussy. Stacy could feel his hot moist breath blowing against the sensitive inner surfaces of the unprotected furrow and down into the slippery sheath. She shivered a little as an unexpected thrill shot through her and caused an increasing dampness to form in that tender nave.
"Hey, that's cute," Ricky said. "There's a tiny row of pearly drops of juice on your cunt lips. They look almost like tears. Is your cunt crying, baby? Is it crying for daddy's cock?"
"Please, Ricky, please don't keep putting me through this kind of thing!"
His laugh was harsh and derisive. "Ha! Don't put me on, sister! You love it! All you skunks are exhibitionists at heart and what could give you a bigger charge than having a dude looking right into the depths of your hot box?"
"That's not so! Oh, God, I don't know why I let you do things like this to me!"
"Sure you do," Ricky said, his nose almost between the spread labia. "You do it because what you've needed all your life is a guy to order you to spread your legs and do all the things you've been dying to do all along. Now you can do them and not have to worry about your puritan conscience because I'm telling you to do them."
"No, no, that's not true."
"You're a hypocrite, Stacy Norris," he said, placing his hands on her flanks and digging his fingers in. "You're an oversexed broad who's always kept herself under tight control for phony moral reasons, and now you've got a chance to go hog wild and do every dirty, degrading, depraved thing you've ever yearned to do and avoid taking the rap for it by placing the blame on me."
His lips were almost touching her flesh now. She could feel his nose brushing against the pubic hair and she sucked in her breath in anticipation of what might be coming next.
"In fact, it was your lucky day when you met me. I'm the scapegoat your conscience has been looking for." His voice was getting husky and excited as he talked. "God, you smell so good, all perfume and sexy woman. It looks so good and it smells so good that I've just got to taste."
Stacy jumped a little as his lips closed on the firm wet labia and nudged her fingers out of the way. She moaned when his tongue penetrated about an eighth of an inch or so into the velvet wetness of her cunt.
"Oh, my God!" she choked, the doeskin softness of her inner thighs pressing against his cheeks. "Oh, Ricky, are you going to do that? Are you really going to do that for me?"
He didn't answer, but his fingers were pressing into the pliant mounds of her buttocks, pulling her closer, and his tongue was starting to move up and down the enslaved folds. The feel of his mouth against her intimate groove was sending electric shocks all through Stacy's body. Her knees almost buckled and her body went limp. Only the fact that Ricky's hands were holding her so tightly kept her from collapsing.
"Oh, oh, Ohhhh!" she gasped. "That feels so-so-"
His tongue was making long sweeps up one side of the nectared gully and down the other, pausing on each pass to probe at the spot where the labia came together and jolting the withdrawn clit into growing hardness.
Stacy's breath was a series of hurried little gasps as the tongue delved daringly deeper between the tight gates of her vault and began to slither along the inner channel of her molten cavity.
There was no sound in the room now but Stacy's ragged breathing and the slurping sound of Ricky's tongue and lips as he feasted on his victim's juicy sex.
Stacy tried to hold still, but in spite of her efforts, her buttocks were beginning to roll moving her cunt against the boy's face and thrusting it forward in wanton invitation.
Ricky had a very talented tongue. It was snaking deeper and deeper into the valley of pleasure, vibrating against the walls and creating passionate sensations that were almost unbearably keen.
Stacy's fingers were twined in the boy's blonde hair and her bottom writhed in a slow, sensual bump and grind that would have done credit to any stripper. She was really hot now and the spicy juice of her womanhood was oozing out to wet Ricky's chin and dampen the inside of her thighs.
The boy's ardent lips now joined the talented tongue in serving her. They sucked and teased her clitoris, adding another dimension to the surge of frantic desire that was threatening to shake her apart.
"Oh, I can't stand it," she moaned. 'It's so good...but I feel as though I'm on fire...as though I'm going to blow up and burst into a million pieces."
Ricky grunted and dug his fingers deeper into her buttocks, his lips fastening onto her clitoris like a leech, sucking it into a prong of pleasure so intense that it was close to pain. It seemed as though all the wild sensations that had been surging through her body were now concentrated in that one small spike of flesh, that her whole being was trying to escape through it into a promised paradise beyond. She felt a pulsing and a throbbing and shrieked with joy as she realized what was happening.
"I'm coming...oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" Her lower body went rigid briefly and then thrust and ground in a mindless ecstasy against the youth's mouth and face.
When it was over and she had recovered slightly, she looked down at him in awe. "That was wonderful. No one ever did that that way to me before. Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Ricky said with a lewd grin. "You got your cookies, baby, and now it's my turn."
Stacy looked hurt and bewildered at his crude manner and insulting tone of voice.
"Get your butt over on the couch!" he ordered, getting to his feet and gesturing impatiently. "Assume the position, bitch! I crave me some straight fuckin' next."
Without protest but with her mouth working in a strange way, Stacy walked to the couch and lay down. She watched with the fatal fascination of a bird staring at a cobra as Ricky quickly shed pants and shorts and came toward her, his large distended penis preceding him like a battering ram.
"Open up!" he growled. "Get those legs spread and open up that cunt!"
Stacy drew up her knees and tilted them outward, spreading the still wet and quivering pussy just as she had for the invasion of his tongue.
He stood for a moment looking down at her. "You're really something, ain't you?" His eyes moved over the sweetly curved thighs, the soft plain of her belly and the boldly up-thrust breasts heaving with excitement. He looked at the thick damp curls of golden pubic hair and at the pink-lipped beauty still slippery with his saliva and its own honey. "All that stuff...all that gorgeous woman flesh, and it's all mine to do whatever I please with it"
"Ricky, I don't think you understand," Stacy felt she had to protest, "Perhaps I-"
"Oh, I understand...I understand perfectly," he said, looming over her with the thick shaft bouncing against her belly like a threatening mace. "I understand that you are a thing, lady, a toy that I can play with and use any way I want to, any time I want to! And don't you ever forget it!"
CHAPTER 7
Stacy stared up at the boy, her expression a mixture of fear and enchantment. His strongly built body reminded her of a finely tuned instrument that obeyed his commands with graceful ease. His flat belly and broad chest had drifts of dark blonde hair which were not unattractive and his arms and legs were well-muscled and smooth-skinned, but it was the central feature of his body that held her eyes the longest. The heavy male organ rose from a thick brush of wiry blond hair and towered over the twin cannonballs of his testicles. The length and thickness of the extended member impressed her most because she had never known a full grown man who was so spectacularly endowed in that department. When he had penetrated her in the pool, she had been aware that he was large, but actually seeing the swaying, russet-topped wand took her breath away.
"You dig that cock, don't you, baby?" Ricky said. "You can't take your eyes off it. Tell you what-after we get through fucking, I'll let you suck it for a while."
Stacy shivered, but whether it was from fear or excitement it was hard to tell as he pressed down on her and let the thick column of hot flesh beat against her plump mound. His body sank lower and the iron limb crushed into the pulpy lips of her vulva, hurting her.
His chest flattened her breasts and his lips were almost against hers as he whispered, "You dig cock, baby, don't deny it."
"Please, don't talk to me that way. I-" Her eyes grew wide and she stopped talking as she felt the rigid lance rolling and rubbing its way between her labia, maneuvering for entry.
"Nice little cunnie, so soft and wet and always ready," Ricky whispered, as his tongue played games along Stacy's lips, striking between them when she least expected it. His shaft, meanwhile, played games with her pussy, rubbing up and down the dewy slit, bumping against the excitable clitoris and dipping its heavy head to make teasing feints at the entrance of her vagina.
Stacy moaned and turned her head from side to side. Her thighs were starting to move against his, gliding up and down and around as though they wanted to encircle him. Her belly was glued tight to his and her breasts strained against his chest, the swollen nipples scraping through the mat of hair. She was seething with an excitement she couldn't control and involuntarily tried to hurry things along.
"Always ready and doesn't even know it," Ricky chuckled and pushed the big knob between the slippery portals and let it sink an inch or so into the welcoming warmth. "How's that? Is that enough man meat for the dainty little lady-like cunnie?"
"More!" Stacy gasped, grabbing at his rump with both hands and rearing upward to impale herself on the tormenting phallus.
Ricky roared with laughter as he sank to the roots in her. "You couldn't wait, could you? That hot cunt of yours just couldn't wait. The next time I'm gonna make you beg for it!"
Stacy didn't hear him. Her eyes had gone blank and her mouth had fallen open while her hips rolled wildly to grind her hungry flesh against the plunging pole that was bringing such unimagined delight.
"Cock drives you right out of your head," Ricky said. "You don't even know what you're doing once you get a cock inside you"
Stacy threw her arms around him and almost leaped up off the couch at him. Her thighs locked around his rump and her heels dug into the backs of his legs while her pussy tried to devour his cock with the singleness of purpose of a starving child turned loose in a bakery.
Ricky gasped at the fury of her assault and then thrust deep into her with all the strength of his young body. He felt the satiny inside of her sheath stretch under the force of his attack and she screamed as he touched bottom and banged brutally against the protruding cervix.
"Is that the way you want it, bitch? You want to be battered with it instead of just fucked? Well, I can beat you to death with it if that's what you want!"
Again and again he pounded into her. The hard thick rod rubbed the super-sensitive nerve endings of her vagina like sandpaper against silk. She felt every thrust all the way down and the overwhelming lust that filled her provoked her glands into producing such a gush of lubricant that loud squishing sounds resulted.
"More...more...harder...deeper!" she begged, moving her legs higher around his body and bucking back at him in a frenzy of need.
Ricky covered her mouth with his, bruising it with hard passionate kisses and driving his tongue into the fiery furnace of it at the same time his shaft drove deep into the hotter furnace of her pussy.
Stacy arched her back to give him more access and moaned ecstatically at the way he filled her with a solid pillar of fire to her farthest depths. She sobbed against his mouth and chewed on his lips, rolling her bottom from side to side and rocking against the skewering man flesh.
Ricky cursed with pleasure and his lean rump rose and fell with the easy speed and power of youthful vigor as he penetrated the soft wetness of her time after time after time. Stacy thrilled to the lustful hammering and beat her heels against his rump in incessant demand. He grunted and came, filling her with a steamy flood that came slopping out onto her belly and thighs. With only a slight pause to recover, he began thrusting again, his slightly softened shaft regaining strength and rigidity with the amazing quickness of youth.
The hot spurting of his jism into her depths and the jerking, throbbing beat of his cock brought on Stacy's orgasm. She moaned and whimpered and sobbed her way through it and her juice mixed with his to bubble up around the still plunging pole.
She went limp for a few seconds, but as he continued to ram into her, she revived and started to roll and bounce under him again. He laughed at her eagerness when her arms clutched him tighter and her breasts burned into his chest A few more hard trusts and he felt the second spasming of her channel. He was surprised and pleased but still kept stroking into the velvety sheath that tightened around his cock as though to suck the last drop of his manhood out
Stacy was completely out of her head by now, babbling incoherently and writhing under him like a wild thing so that he could hardly keep her from bouncing them both off the couch.
"You're crazy! Really crazy!" Ricky said, grabbing her arms and holding her down as she bucked and thrashed in uncontrolled fury.
"More...more...cock...give me cock! All of it! Split me with it! Kill me with it! Anything...anything...just give it to me!" Stacy's voice was escalating into a screech that Ricky was afraid would be heard outside the office.
"Shut up, you bitch!" he growled and put his hand over her mouth and held her down with his knees in an effort to subdue her twisting, thrashing body. 'You want the whole gang to break in here and fuck you? I'll bet you would like that, wouldn't you? One dude isn't enough! You want a gang-bang, don't you? Well, that will come later when I'm tired of you. Right now, this cunt is all mine!"
Stacy's eyes were empty of everything but mindless lust. She was still babbling against his covering fingers and he could feel the insatiable need in her becoming more and more savage as he pounded into her. Pinned as she was by his knees, she still managed to lift her bottom up off the couch and arch upward to draw him in deeper.
"You cock-hungry slut! I'll break you in half if I have to! I'll drive it right through you and out your ass and pin you to the couch! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ricky snarled and battered at her unmercifully.
The pain only added to the lust that filled Stacy. Being used with such disregard for her feelings and pounded till it actually hurt was. a totally new experience and it brought her hurtling upward at such an accelerated rate that she lost what few shreds of sanity remained on the fringes of her consciousness.
She jerked free of Ricky's restraining hand and screeched, "Again! Oh God, again!" as she came in such a lashing frenzy that she rolled them both off the couch onto the floor. They landed with her on top still pumping deliriously until he also achieved completion and filled her with another stream of hot semen.
For a while Stacy just lay on top of him only half conscious, mouth slack and eyes glazed. Ricky relaxed under her, watching her with cold appraisal as she gradually calmed down and her eyes and face regained their normal appearance.
Finally he shoved her off him and got up to sit on the couch, still studying her. "I just found out something about you, Stacy Norris-you're sick. You're Just about the cock-hungriest bitch that ever lived. The way you come and come and come is really land of freaky."
"I'm sorry," Stacy said dully. T didn't know I was capable of such things."
"Don't be sorry. You got a great future ahead of you. With me managing you, you could make a million bucks on the street."
She turned beet red and sat up. "Just what do you think I am?"
"I think you're a natural born whore. You'd not only be good at it but you'd enjoy every minute on the job," he said. "As soon as I get my breath back, I'm gonna prove to you just how much you'd enjoy it. I'm gonna give you a big thrill and let you suck my cock."
Stacy stared at him, nose wrinkling in disgust. "I have no intention of doing any such thing. I've never done that for any man, not even my husband."
"Why not? You think it's perverted?"
"I...I don't know," she said.
"Sure you do," he insisted. "You got the hottest cunt in the world and you love having it licked, but you don't want to reciprocate. What's the matter, you think you're too good to treat a guy to a blowjob?"
Stacy shook her head as though to clear it. "My God, why am I sitting here like this discussing such a thing with you? Why don't you just clear out of my office so I can get dressed and go home?"
Ricky threw back his head and laughed. "You don't mean that and you know it. The last thing you want me to do is leave. Secretly you're dying to suck my cock."
"Why, you arrogant young puppy! I ought to-"
"Ought to what, Ms. Norris? Send me back to Little Q? You wouldn't dare do that even if you wanted to. How would it look for the lady Director of Stepping Stone House if I told it around that you just started this place so you could make it with us young studs?"
Shock registered on Stacy's face and she half rose only to have him stretch out a bare foot and shove her back down on the floor.
"That isn't true, Ricky! That was the farthest thing from my mind, and you know that as well as I do!"
Ricky shrugged. "Sure, I know that you know that, but who's going to believe it once Vic and I start talking?"
Again she started up, protesting, "You wouldn't do that. Not even you are capable of such infamy."
"Ha! Don't you believe it!" he said, putting his feet on her shoulders and pushing her flat again. "Stay where you are, bitch! The floor is the proper place for you!"
"You wouldn't really do that, would you, Ricky?" Her voice was pleading. "A story like that would ruin me and they'd close the house down. Think of the other boys. Think of the good we're doing here."
Ricky's eyes bored into her coldly. "I don't give a crap what happens to the others, and if they closed this place down, that would be okay with me. I hate do-gooders! I hate them worse than I do the most sadistic prison screw! Seeing you disgraced and your great experiment shot down would give me a helluva kick. That might be even better than a blowjob. Hell, I can get any two-bit whore to blow me, but seeing the mighty Lady Norris get her ass in a sling might be worth going back to Little Q for."
Stacy shivered and looked away from him. "You hate me that much?"
"I don't hate you at all, not you personally."
"Then why would you ruin me and destroy my work here?"
"For kicks."
"I don't understand."
"Then you're not listening. I told you I hate do-gooders and dabblers in other people's business-reformers and holier-than-thou elitists who patronize us poor slobs who get into trouble with the system. All you're doing is propping up the system. I'd rather see it all come down."
"Well, I can understand that," Stacy said. "I know we live in a corrupt, repressive society and I don't blame you for wanting to see it destroyed so that a finer, cleaner society based on social justice can be created and-"
"You talk shit!" he said. "A society based on social justice would really be a drag. Why, for Christ's sake, do you think dudes like me could exist in a just society? How in the hell would we get by? What would be our scam? No, I want to see society destroyed just for the fun of seeing it destroyed. I'd want to see your kind of society destroyed even more than I do this one."
Stacy shook her head in bewilderment. "I really don't understand."
"Of course you don't! And you never will! Despite the fact that you've got a couple of degrees and a big title, you've got mush for brains and the backbone of a jellyfish."
"But what good would it do to destroy Stepping Stone House? Even if you don't care about the others, what about you? Isn't it nicer here? Why destroy a good setup?" She got to her knees in front of him. "Isn't there anything I can do to persuade you from ruining all this?"
"Sure there is," he said, opening his legs and putting them around her.
"What is it? Tell me what I can do to make your stay here more pleasant and rewarding."
"You can suck this for me," he said, holding out the revitalized length of his penis to her. "It's hard as a rock and it hurts. See how swollen it is? You take down that swelling for me, baby, and I'll be so grateful that even if they take me back to Little Q and the screws torture me and put me in the Hole, I'll never fink on you."
Stacy tried to back away from the beefy roll with its bulging head and enveined surface. "But I told you I have kind of an aversion to doing that. Not that I think it's perverted or anything like that, but just a kind of personal esthetic thing on my part."
"Oh, come on now, Lady Norris, don't put your old buddy down," Ricky said, reaching to put a hand at the back of her neck and pull her closer between his knees. "You know you're going to do it so why the lady-like protests? Why pretend you're something else when we both know you're a born cock-sucker?"
"I'm not anything of the kind! I've lived a very clean, chaste life up until now and the few relationships I've had with men have been entirely normal."
"Yeah, sure, but how many of them offered you a big dong like this to feast on?"
He was bouncing the heavy member up and down within a few inches of her face. She could feel the heat of it and smell the musky male odor and her tongue flicked nervously along her lower lip.
Ricky laughed as he saw her swallow involuntarily. "Your mouth is watering, isn't it? You can't wait to get this big old hunk of man meat in your pretty little mouth!"
"No, no! I don't want to!" she said, trying to shut out the sight of the swaying pole, to close her nostrils to the smell and keep her skin from feeling the heat.
"Then do it for me," he said, his fingers running caressingly through her hair. "It hurts. I'm just a poor sick kid with a great big old sore cock. You be my nursie and cure me. Suck all the swelling out of it and make me better. Do it for the sake of humanity and a better social system. Don't you know that what makes society corrupt and repressive is that us kids don't get our cocks sucked by beautiful classy ladies often enough? It makes us all bitter and rebellious."
"Please...please, let me go," Stacy pleaded. He had tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her face against the hot tower of flesh. She could feel it throbbing along her cool cheek. "I can't do it. It would choke me. I'd die with that thing in my mouth."
Ricky snickered. "No way, mama! You'll love it." He began to roll the heavy rod back and forth across her cheeks, up over her nose and down along her lips.
Stacy whimpered and tried to hold her breath, wanting to avoid the musky lure of it and the spongy but firm feel of the man flesh.
"Taste it, baby. Stick out your little red tongue and lick it. The girls tell me it's sweet as candy to lick on."
"No, no, I couldn't!"
"Do it, Stacy! Do it right now!" His tone had changed abruptly from wheedling to commanding.
She still hesitated. "No, you just want to degrade me."
"How could anything degrade you?" he said. "Lick it, bitch, or else!"
Her tongue popped from between her lips like a little red mouse timidly poking its head from its hole. It flicked over her lips for a second and then darted at the thick pole poised in front of her face. It licked up one side of the erect tower, around the tapered crown and down the other side.
"See? Did that hurt? Didn't it make you feel all hot and groovy inside?" Ricky asked.
A heavy sigh escaped Stacy before the tongue darted out again, this time with no sign of timidity. Boldly it retraced the path it had taken the first time, up and around the bulbous glans and down.
"Come on, Stacy, you can do better than that! Lick it, suck it! It's your pacifier!"
A gulping, sobbing sound escaped Stacy and then her tongue seemed to take on a life of its own. Feverishly it began laving the boy's genitals, licking and lathering the flaming flesh, tracing hot little circles around the thick base and onto the pods of man-fruit that hung below.
Ricky let out a groan of pleasure and his hand at the back of her neck tightened. "Now...take it in your mouth, Stacy. Swallow all eight inches of it! Suck like you've never sucked before!"
Making little gasping noises, her lips sought the rounded cap of the fleshy stalk and drew it in barely half an inch. The tangy taste sent sparks of excitement skittering along her nervous system to the outmost reaches of her body. Her lips compressed against the hardness and she moaned at its answering throb.
"Take more! Suck it all in! You can do it! If you don't, I'll drive it down your throat and strangle you!"
Stacy whimpered but drew the thick staff into her mouth, holding her lips in a taut "O" to accommodate it. She felt it scrape along her teeth and against the roof of her mouth, bulge out her cheeks and flatten her tongue.
"Ain't that something?" Ricky said. 'You ever have your mouth that full of anything before? All you are now is an attachment to the end of my prick, doll, and you love it, don't you?"
Stacy wanted to deny it, but her mouth was too full to get the words out She tried to shake her head but couldn't because the monster wouldn't let her move her head.
"Suck it baby!" Ricky commanded hoarsely. "I've always wanted to have my guts sucked out through my cock and you're just the doll to do it."
Stacy started sucking when the tip of the rod bumped against the back of her throat and almost gagged her. It was suck or strangle and instinctively she used her tongue to position the invader and started a deep pulling motion with the muscles of her throat. Ricky grunted appreciatively and surged forward, forcing the shaft still deeper and pinning her tongue back against her teeth.
For a moment she felt as though she could no longer breathe. Was he trying to kill her?
"Eat it baby, eat it all!" he ordered. "It's good for you!"
Stacy gulped and gasped, sure she couldn't take any more, but somehow her jaws expanded and it was finally all the way in. She wanted to gag, but knew she didn't dare to, and then another feeling began to make itself felt an upsurge of exhilaration and a sense of accomplishment. Joy at being able to encompass a man so completely overcame the choking sensation and her mouth and throat took over on their own. A fresh supply of saliva flowed to her rescue and her tongue freed itself to bathe and soothe the savage invader.
"Yeah, that's the way," Ricky approved, bouncing his heavy balls against her chin as he surged forward and back with a rocking motion that made his pubic hair prickle against her nose and upper cheeks.
Overwhelmed by male flesh and male musk, Stacy groaned and began to perform like a suction pump, turning his blood to lava and bringing gasps of near pain to his lips.
"Good...oh, that's good! You're a natural at this, baby. You and I are going to get along just fine." Holding her head steady, he pulled back and then drove his cock back into her mouth as hard as he could. She moaned as her head was rocked violently, but didn't lose her grip on the plunging maleness. She was still sucking, giving him deep throat treatment, letting him go reluctantly on each withdrawal and trying to swallow him whole on each return.
He crouched farther forward, almost standing over her. Her head was tilted back as far as it would go, her tousled golden hair trailing down her back. She could see nothing but the forest of pubic hair that covered her eyes, could feel nothing but the heat of his body and could taste nothing but the musky, tangy maleness of his flesh. That was all she wanted, all she could allow to enter her consciousness until she succeeded in drawing the flood of his semen into her mouth.
"I'm coming! Oh man, am I ever!" Ricky all but shouted, and she felt the throbbing and spasming of the pulpy organ as it began to spout. She couldn't have pulled away if she'd wanted to because of the hand at the back of her neck. She clung blindly, still sucking and licking as the scalding fountain of fluid erupted in her mouth, ran in dripping streams down her throat and overflowed the corners of her mouth.
CHAPTER 8
Leaving Stacy huddled on the floor with her head on the couch, Ricky got up and dressed, looking down at her with a mixture of contempt and affection, rather as one might at a favorite but rather stupid dog.
"You did that real good, lady," he said. "You got a great future. Stick with me and you may get to make a movie someday. Maybe you'll get to be even more famous as a cock-sucker than that real movie star."
Stacy was in such a state of physical and emotional collapse that she didn't react one way or the other. She just looked at him blankly through a veil of her own blonde hair as though trying to believe all of this was really happening to her.
"I think I'll drop down to the kitchen and re-stoke with a little chow," he said. "After a couple of steaks, I'll be all ready to go again. In the meantime, I'll send Vic in to keep you company. Vic's been dying to keep you company since the first time he saw those boobs and legs of yours. Give him a good time for me, will you?"
Stacy shook her head but whether in rejection of what he was saying or lack of understanding wasn't clear.
"Oh hey, you'd better wipe my come off your lips before Vic comes in. Some dudes are kind of particular, you know, and he might want to kiss you. He's the sentimental type." He plucked a handful of tissues out of the box on the desk and tossed them to her. "Better mop up your cunt too, baby. You got so hot blowing me that you creamed all over it again."
"Oh God!" Stacy said in a tortured voice and hid her face in her arms.
"Naughty, naughty!" Ricky mocked her. "You have been a bad girl haven't you? You've done something that doesn't fit in with your image of yourself at alL haven't you? You sucked a dude's cock and actually enjoyed it! My, my, you are a bad girl! Vic is going to love being with you."
"No...no, please, not someone else," Stacy moaned. "With you at least I have some kind of relationship."
Ricky laughed at her. "A relationship? Don't kid yourself, baby. You're nothing to me but a convenient piece for fucking, an easy lay. I wouldn't have a relationship with a pig like you. It would turn my stomach."
"Oh, Ricky, for God's sake, don't say things like that!" She lifted her head and gazed at him pleadingly. "Please, don't go off and leave me this way! Say something to make me feel a little better. Can't you see how dreadful I feel...like an animal, a used animal!"
"Think of it this way," Ricky said. "You're a social worker doing good in the world. So you're not worth the water it would take to flush you down the toilet, at least you can take down the swelling in a cock That gives you some purpose in life."
He walked to the door, turned and said, "Get yourself cleaned up before Vic comes in, you sow," and was gone.
Stacy sat staring after him with a look of almost comical dismay on her face as though wondering why all this was happening to her. Why had she permitted it? What was wrong with her?
Seemingly she found no answers because finally she sighed, got to her feet, gathered up her scattered clothes and retreated to the bathroom. She wasn't a person who ordinarily talked to herself but the sound of her own voice now was reassuring as she turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. "He may be able to do anything he wants with me, but dammit, he's not going to pass me around like a dish of peanuts at a party! I'll just put my foot down! When that other young idiot shows up, hell get a damn cold reception! I'll just get cleaned up a little and get out of here."
Outside in the hallway, Ricky found Vic lurking not far from the office door.
"Hey, how'd it go, man?" the dark-haired boy asked eagerly.
Rick rolled his eyes ceilingward. "That is one dynamite gal! A real animal when it comes to sex."
"Jeez, and she seems like such a lady, so educated and high class and all. I can hardly believe it."
"Believe, brother, and ye shall be saved!" Ricky laughed.
"She really did everything you wanted her to?"
"Man, I've been fucked and sucked until I ran out of juice. I gotta go get some chow for replenishment."
Vic shook his head in amazement. "Jeez, I can't get over it! But when she whacked me off right in front of you, I nearly flipped."
"Well, she's ready to do more than that for you right now, old buddy," Ricky laughed. "Go help yourself to the goodies while I raid the fridge."
Vic's brown eyes studied his friend closely. "You put-tin' me on, Rick? Just 'cause she did it for you don't mean she'll do it for me."
"She will if I tell her to and I already told her to," Ricky said. "You better get on in there if you really want a crack at her because I'm not going to be gone forever."
"Okay, okay," Vic said excitedly. "Just don't come back too soon, huh?"
"Sure, man, but even when I do come back, you don't hafta split. There's no reason we can't both use old Stace at the same time. I think she'd dig that and I wanna teach her to pull a train anyway."
Ricky took off down the hall with his characteristic cocksure swagger and Vic approached the door to the office, hesitated briefly, then turned the handle and went in. The room was empty and so was the inner office. For a moment he thought Stacy was gone, that she had sneaked out while he and Rick were talking or that perhaps his friend was playing a trick on him. Then he heard the water running in the shower and sighed with relief.
Gulping a little, he knocked on the door. "Mrs. Norris! Mrs. Norris, are you in there?"
The water was turned off and her voice sounded shaky and uncertain. "What is it? Who's there?"
"It's me," Vic said, running a hand nervously through his thick black hair.
"Who is me?" Stacy asked, sounding as though she had moved closer to the door.
"Me, Vic Bolano. You know, Vic, the dude you...uh, helped...in the pool room."
"Go away!" Stacy said. "Just go away and leave me alone!"
"But, Mrs. Norris, Ricky said that."
"I don't care what Ricky said! Go away and stay away!"
Vic face clouded over with anger and disappointment, his vision of possessing that marvelous creamy body fading. He should have known better than to believe Ricky. Women like Stacy Norris were obviously beyond his grasp.
He had just started to turn away when the knob on the bathroom door turned and Stacy's blonde head appeared. "Now, just what is the problem, Vic? What do you want?"
Vic gulped and tried to get the words out. "Uh...well, Ricky said that you..."
"That I would what?" Stacy's face looked all shiny and scrubbed. To Vic, she looked like an angel with her golden hair fluffed into charming disarray by the shower.
"He said he told you that I was coming in here and that you were to...oh, Christ, Mrs. Norris, didn't he say anything to you about me?"
Her blue eyes were frosty as she looked at him. "He mumbled something, yes, but I didn't pay too much attention. Tell me what he said."
She had pulled on a loose pink robe behind the protection of the door and now stood in the opening drying her hair with a towel.
"Uh...well, it's kind of embarrassing," Vic said, shifting from one foot to the other. "He said that...that you had done certain things for him and that he told you to do them for me too and...well, I was real excited and happy about it but now..." He shrugged hopelessly.
"But now what?" she insisted.
"But now I guess I'm going to be disappointed again. Dudes like Ricky always get everything and dudes like me never get nothin'. It ain't fair. It's discrimination, that's what it is."
At the word "discrimination" a totally different expression came over Stacy's face and she opened the door a little wider. Her voice was filled with compassion as she asked gently, "Do you really feel that you're being discriminated against, Vic?"
"I sure do. I get the dirty end of the stick all the time. That's how I ended up here, Mrs. Norris. This whole city is repressive and discriminatory."
"And what do you think is the reason for this discrimination against you, Vic?" Stacy's face and voice were filled with sympathy and understanding.
"Because I'm Italian, that's why," Vic said, beginning to realize that he had stumbled onto a good handle. "And because rich Anglo dudes like Ricky always get the things I'm not allowed to have."
"I see. Well, Vic, do you want to tell me now what it was that Ricky said he got that you want and think you can't have?"
"Oh, Christ, Mrs. Norris, I...I don't want to use words like that in front of a lady like you."
"You know, it may not be discrimination at all," Stacy said. "A woman has to keep her self-respect and if she does certain things she could lose her self-respect and then no one else would respect her at all."
"Oh God, Mrs. Norris, I don't know anyone I respect as much as I respect you!" Vic hastened to assure her.
"But would you respect me if I did those things Ricky said I did that you don't want to name in front of me?" Stacy's voice was breathless and she stumbled a little over the words.
"Oh gee, Mrs. Norris, I'd respect you even more," Vic said, ogling the deep cleavage revealed by the way the robe pulled as she toweled her hair. "I'd know exactly what I was respecting you for then."
"All right, if you're that sure," Stacy said and tossed the towel aside and stepped out into the room.
Vic's eyes almost bugged out of his head. He had been so intent on trying to see her fabulous breasts that he hadn't noticed how short the robe was now. Not only was every inch of her beautiful legs and thighs bare but so were her sweetly curved beginnings of her buttocks as she turned to close the bathroom door.
"What's the matter, Vic?" she asked, turning back to face him and letting the abbreviated robe fall open so he could see the whole length of her trim white body from the out-thrust, rosy-tipped breasts to the delicate gold of the pubic hair.
"I...oh Jeez, that dynamite body!" Vic breathed. "It makes me shake all over just to look at it."-
"Would you like to tell me now what Ricky told you?" Stacy asked, moving toward the couch. "What did he say I did for him and would do for you?"
"Well, I guess under the circumstances...I mean, with you..." he sucked in his breath as Stacy dropped the robe and stood naked in front of the couch. "I guess with you naked and all, I could use the words." "Then go ahead," she said and smiled at the sight of the swelling tenting the front of his pants.
"He said...his exact words were, 'Man, I've been fucked and sucked until I'm all out of juice,' and then he said for me to come in and help myself to all the goodies."
"Well, here are the goodies he was talking about, Vic. Are you going to help yourself or are you going to go on feeling you're being discriminated against because you're Italian? I won't have that at Stepping Stone House, Vic. I don't allow discrimination against anyone."
"Yeah, yeah," Vic's hands were shaking as he unzipped and dropped his pants while walking toward Stacy. He looked like the village skeptic who had just found out there was a Santa Claus after all.
He tripped on his pants and almost fell before he managed to get out of them, then had trouble getting his jockey shorts down over the rock hard pillar rearing from between his legs. But by the time he reached Stacy he had gotten rid of all his clothes and was watching entranced as she stretched out and opened her thighs invitingly-
"Oh, mama mia, mama mia!" he husked, looking down at the blonde beauty who lay like an open flower ready for his plucking. He didn't know where to look first-at the high flaring breasts with the peaked pink nipples, at the taut belly, at the magnificent columns of her thighs, at the plump mound of her womanhood or the rosy slash that divided it and revealed the hidden garden of lust.
His knees felt weak and his hands trembled as she reached up for him, running cool fingers along his flanks and across his belly to touch the tip of his shaft. The sensitive glans jumped and a tiny bead of fluid oozed from its dilating mouth. Stacy giggled and drew him down between her legs.
Vic felt the smooth-fleshed thighs close around him, felt the rubbery firmness of her breasts flatten under his chest. He was shaking like a leaf when his throbbing cock touched the silken blonde pelt of her pubic hair, blundered against the firm mound and finally found the warm, moist lips of her womanhood.
"Oh God, Mrs. Norris, you're so beautiful," he muttered hoarsely and began kissing her wildly-her cheeks, her neck, the tops of her breasts-while his aching dong butted blindly about trying to find the entrance to her pleasure cove.
Tm so hot...so hot...can't stand it...can't . . The feel of the wet woman flesh rubbing on either side of his burning prod was too much. The glans began to pulse and there was no way he could stop the hot gush of sperm from spewing forth, partially into her vagina but mostly over the blonde silk and firm white flesh of her lower belly.
"Damn, damn, damn! Oh Christ, why did I have to do that? I never get a break! No wonder everybody hates me. I can't even get it in before I come!"
"Don't worry about it," Stacy said soothingly and wriggled a little as semen ran into her belly button. "It just shows what a strong, eager boy you are."
"It's all ruined," Vic said. "My one chance to make it with a high class lady and it's all ruined! Damn, damn, damn!"
"Nothing's ruined," Stacy said.' "A guy your age should be ready to go again very quickly."
"Yeah, but I haven't got much time," Vic said. "Ricky will be back."
"He won't be back all that soon," Stacy said. "Come on, ni help you and it won't take you long."
"Would you do that for me, Mrs. Norris? Would you really?"
She smiled and patted his face. "Let me up. You lie down on your back and get comfortable and I'll show you something else you can respect me for."
Vic let her slide out from under him then flopped on his back looking disgustedly at the wilted shaft of his manhood drooping against one leg.
Stacy got up on the couch and straddled him, knees planted on either side of his legs, and her delectable body poised over him so that he could see at close hand every intimate detail
"Now I'm going to start getting you warmed up again. I'll kiss you and caress you with my flesh against yours until you tell me to stop. Don't let me go too long because we don't want to get you off again before you can get into me. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay, I'll tell you," Vic promised as her thighs touched his and began a gentle massaging motion against them. Then her breasts were touching his chest, but she kept her pelvis arched so that her sex was held a tantalizing inch or so above his deflated penis.
"Oh, wow, those boobs are really something else," Vic said, and watched as she moved the firm mounds back and forth across his chest, watched the tight nipples tease his flat masculine nipples and then trace rings of fire through the dark hair surrounding them. Lower and lower the exciting circles looped and crossed and dipped and soon her lips were following the same circuitous route, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his earlobe down the side of his jaw to his neck, detouring over his shoulders and down his upper arm before skipping to his chest to tongue the nipples and send prickles of excitement radiating through his whole body.
By the time the avid lips and tongue were flicking fiery touches down the center line of his midriff, the seductive fullness of her breasts were pressing around his dejected genitals. He felt the pointed tits drag across his scrotum, and then her hands were bunching the firm globes closer together, encasing his dong in a pocket of delicious flesh.
Vic groaned aloud as his flaccid member stirred with reawakened life. "That's wild, Mrs. Norris. I never had a girl do that before."
"Do you like it?" Stacy asked. "Is it doing anything for you?"
"It's driving me up the wall, that's aH," Vic said and gasped as the hard nipples rubbed over the sensitive head of his shaft and down the sides of his rapidly hardening organ.
"Remember to tell me when you've had enough," Stacy warned. "I used to do this for my husband back in the early days of our marriage before I got pregnant with Roger. It always brought him right back, but sometimes I'd do it too long and he'd come all over my titties."
"No wonder," Vic croaked. "It sure feels wild. I kinda hate to give it up."
"But there's something better waiting," Stacy purred, "something much better. It's all slippery and wet and once you get inside, it will squeeze you just the way you want to be squeezed...so tight you'll think it's going to bite your cock right off."
"Oh, man!" Vic's hands were roaming at will over the lovely body that he had doubted he'd ever be permitted to touch. His fingers explored the inside of the thighs, ran around to the backs of them and fondled the full solid moons of her buttocks. As his hands came back up her sides, they encountered her hands cradling her breasts around his full blown erection. He pulled her hands away and cupped his around the resilient mounds, tugging at them slightly to urge her upward.
Tm ready...I'm ready," he said in a voice thick with passion. "If you don't hurry I'll be too ready. I don't want to lose it again."
"You won't, sweet boy," Stacy said with the same gentleness she had used every since he first mentioned discrimination. 'I'll take good care of you."
He squeezed and kneaded the sweet spheres of pleasure as she slowly stretched out on top of him and covered the aching pole of his maleness with her wet and eager pussy.
"Now let's see how big and strong you are," she whispered and spread her thighs widely, catching the knobby head of his penis between the lips of her vagina and shoving against it so it slid directly into her well-oiled sheath. He sucked in his breath sharply as he felt the satiny slipperiness engulf him and knew she was at last impaled on his rigid cock, that his most extravagant sexual fantasy was coming true.
"There now, isn't that nice?" Stacy whispered. "Do you feel discriminated against now?"
"No, ma'am...oh no, ma'am!" Vic said happily and humped up at her in a delirium of lustful enthusiasm.
"Ah, that's good," Stacy approved, flexing her vaginal muscles to increase the sensation as she slipped up and down on the fleshy rod that pierced her. She rolled her bottom from side to side so that the boy could feel every fold and convolution of her innermost recesses. She wanted him to have it all; she would hold nothing back. Every inch of the engorged male organ was being massaged and caressed by the tender but strong rhythm of her deliberate milking action. Her eyes were closed and she crooned wordlessly in the intensity of her concentration on the waves of pleasure that were crashing through both of them as she rocked back and forth on the boy's enraptured prick.
"You're the greatest...just the greatest," Vic was gripping her flanks, his hands feeling the firm muscles ripple as she moved up and down. He was acutely aware of those other muscles that were rippling along the length of his vulnerable young cock, making it feel as though it had been pushed into a pencil sharpener without blades.
Stacy opened her eyes and smiled at him dreamily. "Tell me, do you think you're getting what Ricky got"
"Yeah, I'm getting it...you're the best...the most dynamite cunt in the whole world...wow!"
"How sweet," Stacy said absentmindedly as her mobile bottom rose toward the ceiling and the wet lips of her cunt almost slipped off the end of his cock, stopping only when they felt the knobby tip between their puffy surfaces. For a moment she just rocked there on the end of his prick, savoring the feel of the bulging glans, and then she slammed down violently until she felt the same part thump solidly against the end of her sexual tunnel.
"Yeeoow!" Vic howled as she drew upward again and squeezed him with the vise-like vaginal muscles all the way, milking him, sucking at him with the superbly talented cunt.
Then she began rocking from side to side to give him still another sensation. Vic was buried to the hilt in her, his wiry black pubic hair tangling with the blonde ringlets of hers, caught and held in a flaming cunt that pleasured every throbbing inch of him.
Vic pounded his fists on the couch in ecstasy as she leaned farther forward and rode him as though his cock were a bucking horse, her breasts swinging against his cheeks, her belly glued to his and thighs squeezing him tightly.
"Give it to me...give it all to me!" she whispered. "I want it! I want it deep in me! I want you to come in me and fill me with your juice! I Want to feel my cunt drinking in your hot young semen."
Vic looked up into the lovely face framed in golden blonde hair and couldn't believe the change that had come over this woman. Her mouth had gone slack and her eyes glazed as the tides of lust rose higher and higher inside her until they submerged all trace of respectability and reason. He was being screwed by an angel who didn't seem to know she was possessed by a demon.
"Fuck me, Mrs. Norris, fuck me!" Vic panted and heaved back at her with all his strength. "Don't ever stop! Just keep fucking me forever! I could die from the way you're making me feel but I don't care! It would be worth it! Yeeeeoooow! I'm coming...coming...pouring all my hot gooey jism into you!"
Stacy felt the eruption and the jetting of semen in her deepest vault, felt the jerking, spitting flood filling and overflowing her coital crater, and screamed at the carnal joy she took in it. At that moment, she didn't care who heard her or who knew that she was fucking and coming with a boy young enough to be her son. The dam had fully broken and she would never be the same again. When she had no breath and no strength left, she collapsed on top of Vic and lay sobbing.
CHAPTER 9
Roger was just coming out of his mother's bedroom late one night when he almost collided with Hester in the hallway just outside the door.
"What were you doing in there?" the English secretary demanded, jumping back hastily to avoid actual contact with him. Her hair gleamed like burnished copper in the subdued glow of a nearby nightlight, but any illusion of warmth was offset by the cold, crisp tone of her voice. "That's Stacy's bedroom and you have no business in there."
Her domineering manner and obsessive concern for his mother irritated Roger even more than usual. "I know whose room it is," he said. "You seem to forget that Stacy is my mother, Miss Bard, and I have every right to-"
To sneak into her bedroom and watch her undress? To expose her to your unnatural lust? Hasn't she got enough problems without you adding to them?" Hester asked with controlled fury. "She may trust you but I don't and from now on, you stay out of her room!"
"Who do you think you are to order me around?" Roger snapped. "And what the hell are you prowling the halls for this late? It's after midnight."
"Yes, I know," Hester said, chewing at her lower lip in an uncharacteristic show of nervousness. Tm worried about Stacy and I wanted to talk to her when she got home."
"Why?" Roger asked, although he thought he knew what was bothering the redhead. "None of your business!"
"Then it's none of your business what I was doing in her room," Roger said.
"You little beast! I know what you were doing and I'm not going to let you bother her any more tonight! You come along to the den with me and-"
"You go to hell!" Roger said. "I don't have to take orders from you."
Hester scowled but her voice lost a little of its preemptory command. "It's for your good as well as Stacy's, Roger. Don't you want to be protected against your evil nature? I should think you'd want your mother to be safe from your incestuous desires."
"Oh, we're back riding that hobby-horse again, are we? Well, I got news for you! I'm not as hard up for sex as you seem to think. No matter how I feel about Stacy, she's perfectly safe with me no matter how she romps around naked."
"I don't believe you. I'll bet you have a hard-on right now." She was standing between him and the light, legs apart and hands on her hips, and her summery cotton dress and slip did little to hide the full outlines of her excellent legs and slender body.
"If I do have a hard-on," he said, letting his eyes slide up and down the trim silhouette, "it has nothing at all to do with Stacy."
"Don't try to blame it on me!" she snapped and stepped to the side away from the light. "I knew you couldn't be trusted! Come on into the den and I'll take care of you. Stacy needs her rest. They're really running her ragged down at the awful home for wayward boys."
Roger couldn't have agreed more. Actually, the only reason he had gone into his mother's room was to see if she was home yet from Stepping Stone House. There was some land of trouble going on there and he was hoping she'd tell him what it was instead of brooding and pacing the floor the way she had been doing the few hours she spent at home. But Stacy hadn't come in yet and he was just leaving when he ran into Hester.
"Come along. The den is far enough away that we won't disturb her."
Roger hesitated. "I don't know whether I want to or not. The way you do it, it's kind of mechanical. A guy-likes to have a little affection or at least a little reciprocal passion along with a blowjob. It's not much fun being sucked off by a machine."
"How dare you use language like that to me!" Hester's violet eyes flashed angrily. "You're a dirty-minded, dirty-mouthed little boy and if it wasn't for Stacy, I'd have nothing to do with you! I'm willing to help you for her sake but you needn't presume there's more to it than that. It's strictly therapy and that's all it is."
"Good therapists try to make their patients comfortable," Roger said, "so how about you taking your clothes off this time and-"
"If you want relief," she interrupted briskly, "you'll have to take it on my terms. I'm certainly not going to...to wallow in lust with you."
Roger shrugged. He really would have liked a go at that groovy body of hers, but what she was offering was better than nothing. And after the disaster at the Conroys, he didn't have too many prospects left. "Okay," he said, 'let's go get relief."
Hester nodded and walked on ahead of him, holding herself very straight and stiff and not permitting her nicely turned bottom to sway as much as half an inch in either direction.
Inside the den with the door closed behind them, she turned to Roger and inquired coolly, "Would you like to sit on the desk or would a chair be better?" She might as well have been asking if he wanted sugar or lemon in his tea.
"Well, I'd kind of like a kiss first," he said and grabbed her before she could move away and pulled her against him.
"Let me gol You nasty little beast, let me go!" Hester snarled, but Roger ignored both the words and the unrelenting stiffness of her body as he pulled her still closer, tilted her head back and pressed his lips down on hers.
For a moment her mouth was his and he kissed the unresponsive lips and tried to push the tip of his tongue between them. The barrier gave way suddenly and then he was yelping in pain and pushing her away.
"You goddamn bitch, you bit me!"
Hester showed her teeth in a savage grin. "My lips are not available to you for kissing. It's my mouth and I decide what it will be used for."
"For sucking cocks, you mean," he said.
"When I choose to do so, yes," she said, "but only on my terms. If you want what I can give, sit down somewhere and open your pants."
"You are really weird, you know that?" he said, unzipping his fly and walking toward a chair. "How do I know you won't bite my dong off?"
She smiled mirthlessly. "That's a chance you have to take."
Roger sat down and eyed her warily as she came to stand in front of him. Tm not sure I want to. After all, I do have quite a bit to lose."
"I don't think you need worry," Hester said, her eyes wide and intent as she looked at his strong young cock. "I'm a vegetarian."
Roger had a feeling that the lady, in her grim way, was putting him on, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He was watching Hester carefully wipe off her hp-stick on a tissue, toss it in the wastebasket and pick up a cushion from the chaise and toss it at his feet.
"You think of everything," he said.
"That's what makes me such a good secretary," she said. "Besides, why should I be uncomfortable and why should you have lipstick smeared all over your penis...unless, of course, you want to show it to Stacy as evidence of my reprehensible conduct."
"Do you really think I'd expose myself in front of my mother?"
"I think you'd like to," she said, her clipped accent more pronounced than ever.
She didn't like him to refer to Stacy as his mother, Roger decided, and wondered why. Maybe because it reminded her that Stacy had once had a husband, had given herself to a man. Perhaps it ruined whatever fantasy she had built up in her mind around Stacy.
The redhead knelt fully clothed between his outstretched legs. He thought he detected a slight shudder run through her as she eyed his genitals and he was sure he saw her lips twitch.
"Why do you do it if it turns you off?" he asked, watching her long white fingers curl around his shaft.
"One does what one has to do," she said and moved her hand up and down the length of his cock to arouse him more fully.
"Yes, but who says you have to do this?" Although he had enjoyed the first mouth job she had done on him, the whole thing was wrong, out of focus in some way.
Fellatio was something a woman did for a man she loved or at least lusted for, not performed as preventive medicine for incest.
"I say I have to. My conscience tells me I have to, that I must protect Stacy at any cost." Her voice was low but steady as she bent her head and touched her lips to the tip of his cock.
"Ummmmmm," he murmured as the red tongue lapped at the rounded, nub of his maleness and sent irresistible sensations racing through his body. There was no point in arguing with her, he rationalized. The chick was obviously crazy and you weren't supposed to argue with crazy people. So she had a thing about Stacy. That was her problem. It was useless to speculate about it, and anyway his mind was refusing to function properly as his body reacted to the stimulus of the redhead's cool but very effective lips.
It was all very efficient. She drew his cock in to a suitable depth, then began using her mouth, lips taut around the throbbing distension and cheeks puffed out to accommodate it. He felt the sucking begin and knew those well-trained lips were going to produce the same soul-shattering result that they had the last time. Then her tongue stirred and became part of the action, fluttering and vibrating against the swollen joint. Roger moaned and edged forward on the chair reaching for her.
His hands found her breasts and cupped around them, squeezing gently through the fabric of dress and bra. Instantly the delightful sucking and licking stopped and his abandoned dong flopped out of her mouth as her arms came up in a movement like that of a wrestler breaking a strangle hold and knocked his hands away.
"Keep your hands off me! Who gave you permission to touch me there?"
"For God's sake, Hester, you're sucking my cock! What's so bad about my fondling your breasts?"
"I don't want you to touch me, understand? And don't call me Hester! You can address me as Ms. Bard if you must talk to me!" she hissed like an angry cat. "If you want what you're getting, do it my way!"
"Okay, okay," Roger said, putting his hands behind him. "No hands, no Hester." He would just as soon have told her to go to hell but his dong was throbbing like a sore thumb and desperately needed the therapy she was offering. For the time being, he had to go along with her goofy ideas, but later...well, maybe later things might be different. "You win."
She nodded curtly and returned to her task, taking his enflamed cock into her mouth again. He sighed as the warm cavern closed over him and the delightful sucking resumed, the soft lips aided and abetted by the hyperactive tongue which started again on its tantalizing journey over his flesh.
This gal sure knew how to suck a cock. Without working up a sweat or even breathing hard, she could work devastating magic. It stood to reason that she must have had a lot of practice to be so good at it, but the way she felt about men didn't fit in with that idea and Roger couldn't quite picture her perfecting her technique on a pickle or a banana.
For someone who didn't want to be touched, Hester didn't seem to mind touching. She had lifted his testicles in the palms of her cool hands and now her slender white fingers were delicately manipulating the tautly drawn up speroids while her mouth worked industriously to draw their life-giving contents out and leave them temporarily useless.
Maybe that was why she preferred dealing with sex in this way. Perhaps it pleased her to deflect a man's natural urge into an act that was non-threatening to a woman, that allowed her to conquer instead of submitting.
Roger moaned at the effectiveness of what she was doing, and the contrast between her calm face and emotionless eyes and the busily working mouth was fantastic. What in the hell, he wondered, would it take to get her excited? She wasn't even breathing fast. What could he do to turn her on? How can you warm up a woman who's so cold even a mouthful of cock doesn't faze her? He had to figure something out or he'd be wondering about it the rest of his life.
But even those thoughts were dissolving in the cold fires of the woman's mouth. She was drawing him in deeper, the head of his shaft was entering her upper throat and the sucking was becoming more intense as the strong neck muscles went into action.
"Man, you're something else," he muttered and bucked toward her, trying to drive his cock still deeper into the effortlessly sucking cauldron that Hester's mouth had become.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her head and thrust his shaft in and out in a rhythm that matched the thunderous beat in his veins, but he knew such a move would be disastrous. One more violation of the law she had laid down and it would be all over. He had no doubt that she would simply get up and walk away, taking a grim satisfaction from knowing the agony she'd left him in.
He tightened his hands on the arms of the chair and hung on tight, breathing hard and moaning while she rolled his flaming flesh around in her mouth, using her tongue as a lever to flip it back and forth and using her compressed lips on its base to help hasten the explosion she was aiming for.
"It won't be long now," he said between gritted teeth. "I can feel it coming. Oh God, I want to drive in deeper and deeper...I want to fuck your mouth my way."
She ignored his words and there wasn't a flicker of expression on her face, but the pressure of her lips and throat increased noticeably, picking up the tempo until he was lifted in such a crescendo of carnal bliss that he almost blacked out.
"Now...now!" he howled, half rising in his seat and balancing himself on his hands as his cock pulsed and leaped in her mouth, knocking her head back and spilling hot jism in such a torrent down her throat that the calm expression on her face almost faded.
But she didn't falter. She made no movement to avoid swallowing his come but actually kept sucking and gulping until the last droplets were coaxed forth and the overflow covered her lips and chin.
"There, that will take care of you for a while," Hester said, releasing his limp organ and letting it droop down between his thighs. "Stacy will be safe for one more night from your evil designs."
"I got news for you," Roger couldn't resist saying. "Stacy was safe anyway. Not only because I wouldn't harm a hair on her head, but because she hasn't come in yet."
"What?" Hester stopped wiping her mouth and looked at her watch. "You're lying...you must be! It's after one o'clock and she nearly always leaves that Stepping Stone place around seven or eight."
"Well, tonight she didn't. She's been doing that a lot lately, haven't you noticed?"
There was something close to panic in Hester's face now. The glacial calm was gone. "Maybe she's been in an accident! Shouldn't we call the police or the hospitals
"Oh, I'm sure she's all right," Roger said. "I guess there's just a lot to do to keep the project running, although why she bothers with that bunch of bums I'll never understand."
"Nor I," Hester said, and then as though embarrassed at having agreed with him, immediately attacked from another angle. "You mean that you knew she wasn't home and you let me go ahead and-" She gestured furiously at the cushion at his feet and his deflated cock.
Roger grinned. "You're the one who jumped to conclusions. I just went in Stacy's room to borrow a couple of aspirin. I had a headache but it seems to be gone now. I think you sucked it right out of me."
"Why, you dirty little pig! You used me! You used me!"
"It was your idea, not mine."
"Pig! Male chauvinist pig!" she screeched and caught him a stinging blow across the left cheek while raking her fingernails across the right.
Roger leaped to his feet and lifted a fist to strike back at her but dropped it and reached to pull up his pants instead. Hitting a woman wasn't his style, and besides, he wasn't sure he could handle this red-headed fury in a free-for-all.
"Get out! Go to your room and stay there!" Hester yelled. "I'm going to wait for Stacy. I must talk to her."
Roger glowered at her, holding his handkerchief to his scratched cheek. 'I'll get even with you for this, you man-hating witch!"
"Don't make threats you can't carry out," she said and turned her back on him.
Seething with frustrated anger, Roger left the room, his ego smarting as much as his cheek. Damn that arrogant bitch! I'll get back at her some way! I'll figure out something! I'll pay her back in a way she'll really hate!
Hours later when the first cool of dawn began to creep into his room, he woke up to use the bathroom and noticed the light from the hall was still shining under his door. He decided to go check and see if his mother had come in and was surprised to see light streaming from the open door of the den when he stepped into the hall.
Had Hester left the light on accidentally or was she still sitting in there waiting for Stacy? He padded silently down the carpeted hall to investigate. Pausing outside the door, he heard deep, regular breathing and realized the redhead must have fallen asleep. He went inside and found her sprawled in the same easy chair he had occupied earlier. Her head had fallen forward and she was dead to the world.
"Well, how about that? She couldn't stay awake for her lady love and is taking a little snooze."
He approached her quietly and stared down at her with quickening pulses. The way she was slumped in the chair had twisted her skirt and pulled it high up on her thighs. From where he stood, he could see the tops of her nylons and a band of white flesh above. There was no doubt that she had good legs.
The longer he stood there looking, the odder it seemed to him that this kooky broad had sucked him off twice and this was the most he'd ever seen of her body. He was tempted to try to see a little more. He wasn't really a voyeur, but Hester's antagonistic attitude toward him rankled more than he cared to admit and that blow in the face last night had really made him burn. So why not take advantage of her deep sleep and take a peek at her closely guarded flesh? It would be one way of getting even for all the insults he'd taken from her.
"Hey, what's this?" he muttered in surprise, picking up a bottle of tranquilizers from the lamp table next to the chair. "Guess she got so upset thinking about what could have happened to Stacy that she had to take something to calm down and it knocked her out for a couple of hours. Man, she is really asleep! I'll bet almost nothing would wake her up right now."
He crouched down in front of her, staring at the lovely curve of thigh and feeling both lust and the desire for revenge budding up inside him. He wanted to push that skirt up around her waist and get a good, close-up view of her lower body. He wanted to open her blouse, unhook her bra and fondle those boobs she guarded as though they were precious jewels.
"Hey, Hester! Hester, wake up!" He didn't exactly yell but he spoke loudly enough to wake anyone in a normally deep sleep. "Wake up, you prim little lady! I want to put my cock someplace besides in your cold automated mouth! I want to see if that cunt of yours has any juice sweeter than vinegar in it!"
Hester didn't stir or give any indication that she heard.
Roger was elated. What a perfect way to get back at the woman, not only for the way she treated him, but for panting after Stacy. She just about had to be lez, considering her strong attachment to Stacy and her dislike of being kissed or caressed by a man. But if she really was, how could she bring herself to suck a guy off? It must be just some kind of additional quirk in her emotional makeup.
Reaching for the small pearl buttons that held her dress closed, he began working them free of the loops. When he reached her waist, he unhooked the catch there and pushed the dress top back off her shoulders and ran his fingers along the pale flesh of her neck and the upper curve of her small high breasts.
"Not bad so far," he whispered. "Let's see what else there is." He reached behind her and worked the hooks of her bra loose and pushed the cups out of the way. "Ah ha, they are cute little boobs." He squeezed the firm mounds gently and rubbed his thumbs over the perky coral nipples. "Pretty little titties...virginal breasts if I ever saw any. No dude has ever sucked on those sweet shy fauns, not until now anyway."
He leaned over the chair and touched his lips to the puckery tips, tasting them with his tongue and then sucking at them softly.
Hester made a sound deep in her throat and for a moment he thought she was going to wake up, but then she sighed and seemed to settle deeper into sleep. Roger grew bolder, holding her breasts tighter with his hands and letting his tongue roam happily all over the ivory slopes and into the valley between, licking the faintly scented flesh with a pleasure that was increased by the knowledge of how horrified the redhead would be if she knew what he was doing.
"Sleep tight, baby, while daddy has his fun," he whispered and sucked the nipples into coral spikes while his hands slid down to her thighs and stroked them lovingly. She was really crashed. He probably could stretch her out on the chaise and fuck her half the morning and she wouldn't wake up, but there was something else he wanted to do first, something that would maybe turn her on, especially if she was lez.
He moved back a little and spread her knees wide, then knelt between them and shoved her dress up until it was bunched around her middle, and surveyed the erotic display of forbidden flesh. He gloated over the bare breasts, the nipples still peaked and wet from his sucking, the slender shapely thighs banded by the stocking tops halfway to the crotch and the brief panties that molded the flare of hips and well of womanhood. His pulses were racing and the lacy white bikini briefs excited him still more. He had almost been afraid to look for fear she wore men's shorts or something similar. But these were groovy and sexy as hell, his only objection to them being that they covered up the most exciting part of the goodies.
He wondered what would happen if he lifted her and pulled them down in one quick flip. It would probably wake her, but if that was the only way; he'd have to do it. He couldn't stop now, he had to see it all. While he thought about it, he pressed his lips to the satiny smoothness of her inner thighs, savoring the taste of her skin and breathing in the musky perfume and woman smell that emanated from between her thighs.
"She may be lez, but she's all woman," he mumbled, nosing his way up to the V of her crotch and sniffing at the tendrils of carroty hair that had escaped the edge of the panties. He put his hand on the cloth-covered mound and felt the springiness of pubic hair underneath, using a finger to trace the outline of the slit down its middle.
'If I don't do it now, I'll never forgive myself because m never get another chance. So what if she wakes up in the middle of it? What can she do but crack my skull open with the lamp?"
He moved his mouth over onto the lace, feeling the heat and smelling the spicy odor that permeated the mesh-like fabric. He opened his mouth and breathed against the cloth. A tremor ran down the length of the legs on either side of him and he thought he detected an increase in the dampness under his lips.
His passion skyrocketed and he burned hot kisses through the material with reckless disregard for awakening the girl. The taste and smell of her was driving him crazy and he wanted more, wanted his tongue and lips to have free access to that fresh, delicious cunt.
His fingers tested the elastic edge of the panties. If he could pull them far enough to one side, he could get at the tender gash and wallow in it to his heart's content.
Hester stirred and mumbled as he plucked the narrow strip of cloth up and away from her vulnerable pubes, holding it to the side securely hooked around his thumb. Then he examined the prize he had unveiled. The long, full-lipped gash was as ripe and luscious as some exotic fruit, a composite of all the cunts he had ever dreamed of. This was real eating stuff, a fantastic pasture of pleasure to graze in.
Another sound from Hester distracted him and he looked up at her face. It was faintly flushed and the merest suggestion of a smile curved her lips, but she was still sound asleep. "She's dreaming! Oh, you dreaming doll, if you could only see yourself all spread out like a banquet for my mouth!"
He lowered his head and returned his attention to the delectable red-forested cunt, kissing his way up the deep indentation where her thighs joined her groin, up over the slope of the mons veneris with the fragrant hair tickling his nose, and approached the partially open lips of love.
"Love me...love me," Hester mumbled indistinctly.
"I will, baby," he whispered against the wet warm flesh. "Just keep dreaming and I'll turn it into a wet dream for you pretty quick."
The labia were like lush ripe plums with a tart sweetness that he had never tasted before. It was delicious, and he couldn't keep from wondering if anyone had tasted it before him. Stacy, perhaps? Had she ever been with Stacy? Had this cunt ever been pressed and rubbed against Stacy's blonde beauty? Was he licking his mother s cunt by proxy? Oh, man, what a heart-stopping thought!
His tongue dipped thirstily into the honey coating the delicate flesh, and Hester's breathing seemed to quicken in her sleep. The sound of it encouraged him and urged him on, and he slid his tongue slowly into the virginal tightness of the cunt, forcing it steadily downward along the velvet lining of the sheath and tasting the incredibly heady woman wine.
Dizzy with his sense of conquest, Roger drove his tongue deeper, pressing his face tight to the slippery fissure and feeling the sensitive nubbin of the clitoris harden against the tip of his nose. Hester's thighs flexed and he felt the cool softness of them along his hot cheeks.
"Sweet, sweet pussy," he murmured as he lapped lustfully at the juicy well. "How did such a sour chick manage to grow such a sweet cunt?"
Hester twitched and mumbled endearments as his tongue made a broad sweep from the depths of her cunt to the button of her clit, and Roger's excitement was mounting by the second. The thrill of knowing a sleeping woman was enjoying what she would never have permitted if she'd been awake was making his cock throb. There was something particularly delicious about exploring and conquering this woman's cunt because of the jealous way she guarded it even during the intimacy of fellatio.
He drew the hardened clit between his lips and sucked on it until the girl whimpered, then moved down the gelatinous groove licking at the winey juice and glorying in its delightful aroma.
Slipping his hands carefully under her bottom, he cupped the rounded buttocks and lifted her slightly. Again his tongue moved over her clitoris, teasing it until it quivered, then he skidded down between the flaring labia and plunged deep into the wet velvet of her palpitating passageway.
Hester's thighs tightened around his face and he felt her orgasm begin. "Sweet...wonderful...love you so much...never thought you would, darling, never thought you would." She still wasn't awake but her pelvis was rolling and her cunt pushing against Roger's face, smearing him from eyebrows to chin with her sticky juice.
Roger lapped at her happily, delighted with himself for having brought this cold dispassionate woman to a climax. But his joy was short-lived.
Hester's voice was rising in passionate gratitude and thanksgiving and her words confirmed all his suspicions. "Oh, darling, darling Stacy! I never thought you'd love me this way! I'm so happy you feel the same way that I do!"
CHAPTER 10
"Well, I hope you two have been having a good time," Ricky said, coming into Stacy's office and locking the door behind him.
"Yeah, she's sure swell," Vic said. "Every time it gets better."
"Yeah, ain't she fantastic? Who'd have thought when we were at Little Q that we'd fall into such luck? A lady lawyer for our own private whore, two old squares to wait on us hand and foot and complete control of those junior grade hoods. We got it made, man, you know that?"
Vic grinned at his buddy. "You're the one who got it all together and I sure want to thank you for cutting me in, 'specially with Stacy here."
"Think nothing of it," Ricky said. "What I have, you have. Share and share alike. Some day maybe you'll have something as lush as old Stace and you can pass it on to me."
What effect the discussion was having on Stacy was difficult to judge because she kept her blonde head turned away as she pulled on panties and reached for her garter belt and stockings.
"Oh, Stacy, don't bother putting your clothes back on," Ricky said casually. "We're not through with you yet tonight."
"It's getting late," Stacy said. "I have to get home. My son will be worried."
"That's an awfully thin excuse," Ricky said. "Old Rog is big enough to take care of himself. You'd think you didn't like our company."
"Yeah, what's your rush?" Vic said.
"In fact, I find it hard to believe a cute young chick like you has a son," Ricky said, watching her draw a stocking up one long bare leg. "With those nice high boobs of yours, you don't look much over teen age."
Sitting there in black lace panties with one stocking on and one off and her naked breasts gleaming in the light, Stacy was a very fetching sight. She looked up and glanced apprehensively from one boy to the other, seeing the reviving interest in their eyes. Ricky had his usual superior sneer on his face and Vic, who tended to be somewhat shy when they were alone, always mimicked Ricky when they were together.
"I really do have to go," Stacy said. "My secretary reminded me this morning before I left for court that I have an awful lot to do tomorrow and-"
"You still have a lot to do tonight," Ricky said, coming to stand right over her and tilt her head back with a hand under her chin. "It's time you learned how to be the filling in a sandwich."
"A what?" Stacy's eyes were round blue saucers.
"I think you'll dig it, Stace. A man-eater like you is really too much for one dude at a time, so I'm going to have you start working with two. This business of one of us standing guard while the other fucks you isn't necessary now that I've got the other guys in line. And from two we'll work up to gang scenes.'
Stacy dropped the second stocking and gaped at him in shock. "Surely you don't think that I would-"
"I don't think it, babe, I know it!" Ricky said, closing his' fingers around her breasts and pulling her toward him.
"You're hurting me," Stacy said, getting to her feet to ease the upward pressure. "Please don't hurt me, Ricky."
Ricky snickered and let go of her breasts but yanked her close against him so she could feel his bulging erection. "Feel that bone, baby? Well. Vic's got one just like it and you're going to take care of both of them at once."
"I am not. I wouldn't think of doing anything so...," Stacy said, but her mouth relaxed slightly and her eyes went a trifle out of focus as he rubbed the hard shaft into the soft mound between her thighs.
"Come on over here, Vic, and let Stacy see what she's done to you parading around in these skimpy little panties."
Grinning broadly, Vic came over to where Ricky was forcing Stacy down onto the couch again. He had put his pants back on after his most recent coupling with Stacy, but now he unzipped them and let his re-swollen member jut out obscenely.
"Sit down on the other side of her," Ricky ordered, "and let's see if we can get her in the mood." His fingers were crawling up the inside of Stacy's thigh while he kissed down the side of her neck.
Stacy stared from one to the other of them, her breasts heaving and her eyes wide.
"Tell her how sweet she is, Vic, and show her you mean it. She loves to be shown."
'You know how much I think of you, Mrs. Norris," Vic whispered and nibbled the lobe of her ear, his hand following Ricky's example on her other leg. "I think you're just the greatest."
"Don't forget the boobs, buddy," Ricky Said, bending his head and sucking the blonde's left nipple into his mouth and drawing on it deeply.
Vic cradled the right breast. "Yeah, they're real groovy, Mrs. Norris, real groovy," he said and took it in his mouth.
Stacy looked down at the heads of the two boys, one blond and the other dark, and listened to the sound of their mouths sucking at her breasts. She shivered at the feeling that pair of mouths sent sweeping through her. She closed her eyes and lay back on the couch and felt Ricky's fingers slip under the left leg of her panties and move through the golden muff between her thighs. A moment later Vic let his fingers follow, and she sucked in her breath as both sets of fingers separated the lips of her vagina, which were already puffy from overuse. She didn't know what was in store for her for the rest of the night or how she was going to eventually escape from Ricky's sexual blackmail, but right now her whole body was responding to the twin assault with trembling eagerness.
"You're going to love this, Stacy," Ricky whispered, his mouth moving from her breast to her lips and burning a kiss against them-a kiss that was repeated a moment later by Vic, whose tongue licked along her lower lip and then pushed inside her mouth.
Stacy moaned and sank farther down on the couch as two sets of fingers penetrated her vagina and began to move in and out in rhythmic persuasion.
"Does it feel good, Mrs. Norris?" Vic asked after a few moments. "Do our fingers feel good in your wet cunnie?"
Stacy didn't answer in words, but her mouth was slack and her head was rocking slowly back and forth, grooving on the sensation of having her pussy invaded by two different sets of fingers.
"She's getting hot," Ricky said, starting to pull her panties down with his free hand, "and when our Stacy gets hot, she fucks like mink."
Vic snickered and followed suit and together they stripped the panties off and quickly got rid of their own clothes.
"Now we really start turning her on," Ricky said as they arranged themselves on the couch on either side of the naked woman. "I tell you what let's do-let's kiss her all over that beautiful bod."
"Yeah, man, groovy," Vic agreed and started kissing Stacy's shoulders and neck at the same time Ricky was moving his lips along her instep and up her ankles.
Stacy trembled with excitement as Ricky's mouth traveled up the side of her calf and lingered at the back of her knee, while Vic's mouth made a lustful tour over both her breasts. She cried out as Ricky's lips ran up the back of her thigh and nibbled briefly at the undercurve of her buttocks, just as Vic sucked strongly at one nipple and pinched the other one into a pointed prong.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. She felt Ricky's lips trail wetly along the rounded bottoms of both buttocks and slither up the outward curves to pause at the beginning of the snowy crevice between them. Vic was less daring but was working his way across her midriff and stomach, stopping to tickle her navel with the tip of his tongue.
"You're gonna dig this, baby." Ricky's voice came to her muffled just before she felt his tongue slither between her buttocks and probe searchingly for the pink pucker of her anus.
Vic's lust was driving him to equal feats. His tongue snaked through the golden fur at the base of her belly, stabbing with quick little licks between the furled labia until he located her clitoris and set it to vibrating feverishly with rapid flicking strokes that drove Stacy wild.
Pinned between the two boys, Stacy was rapidly becoming aware of nothing but the vivid fiery sensations that were radiating all through her body from the two ravishing tongues, one shoving in and out of her tight rear entrance and the other attacking from the front with devastating effect
Then on a signal from Ricky, the exquisite torture stopped. "She's hot enough, Vic. She'll do what I want now. You get your cock in from the front and I'll come in from behind and we'll both get in her cunt at once."
"Oh no! You can't do that!" Stacy had turned pale and struggled weakly as one strong young body molded itself to her back and the other locked to her front. "I can't hold both of you at once!"
"Try," Ricky said with soft menace, fitting his flat belly against her buttocks and slipping his hands around to grip her breasts, "because if that hole ain't big enough, we'll just have to bore it out until it is."
The boys' lewd snickers at the coarse joke made Stacy tremble with fear. It was just possible that Ricky might try to do what he said.
Vic was pressing close against her from the front, his belly tight against hers, and his hard cock pushed bruisingly against the tender flesh of her mound at the same time that Ricky's long thick pole was pushing between the back of her thighs and probing at the lower edge of her vagina.
"A two-cock fuck, baby," Ricky whispered against her ear, "This oughta really send you. Nobody digs cock like you do and you're gonna be so filled with it, you'll think you're nothing but an attachment on one gigantic prick."
Stacy heard him but couldn't answer because Vic was kissing her lips and stroking her buttocks, while Ricky was blowing in her ear and squeezing her breasts. In addition to her own excitement, she felt the lustful fires burning in the two firm-fleshed bodies communicating their intensity to her. The mounting tide of carnal longing rising inside her overcame her fear and made her begin to wonder if it wasn't just possible that she could stretch enough to take them both at once.
"Man, ain't this body dynamite," Vic was saying as he butted awkwardly at Stacy's crotch, trying to find the opening to her womanhood. "And ain't, it something to have a broad like this do whatever you want her to?"
"Yeah, yeah," Ricky agreed, but his attention was on his target and he had no trouble locating the slippery channel and pushing into it. Stacy sighed deeply as the now familiar thickness of him sent thrills of pleasure rippling through her. Then Vic succeeded in his bumbling search and she felt herself being penetrated again by his slightly less thick shaft.
Vic grunted and shoved harder. "I'm almost in, Rick. I can feel my cock sliding along on top of yours right inside her. Oh man, this is really something! But there ain't much room. I don't know how deep I'm gonna be able to go."
"Just keep pushing," Ricky advised and did the same thing himself. "She'll stretch, you know, and if she can't stretch far enough, she'll rip."
Stacy whimpered at the words and hoped her elasticity would prove adequate to the strain being placed on it by Vic's unrelenting progress into her depths.
She let out a yelp of fear and panic as with a final hard shove, Vic achieved full entry, and she felt the almost unbearable pressure of both rigid cocks filling her to capacity. "You're going to tear me!" she said half hysterically. "Stop it! Please, stop it! I can't stand it!"
"Yes, you can," Ricky said, kneading her breasts. "And wait until we both start fucking you...you'll get a real charge out of that."
He was withdrawing carefully as he spoke. "Pull out even with me, Vic, and then we'll both slam into her at once."
"Right on," Vic said, and Stacy felt his cock retreating with Ricky's from her aching sheath.
They were almost out of her now. She could feel the knobby heads of the two cocks squeezed together just inside the entrance to her cunt. It was an arousing feeling in spite of her fear, and it started the lubricating juices to flowing more copiously, bathing the area generously in preparation for their second invasion.
"Now!" Ricky said and rammed into her with all his force. Vic was only a second behind him, and Stacy squealed in fright as the twin battering rams crashed into her tender trap and plowed to the furrow.
"Again! Fuck her hard! Fuck the hell out of her!" Ricky ordered hoarsely, suiting actions to words. "Fuck her until she screams for mercy!"
"Yeah, you dirty bitch, we'll fuck you till your cunt splits wide open." Vic was getting into the mood of the thing, following Ricky's lead as always.
Stacy was sobbing and clinging to the dark-haired boy while the twin shafts battered at her. She could barely move between the two bodies because of the pinnacles of man flesh stabbing in and out of her, but it really wasn't necessary because the fantastic way they were stretching her was sending incredible waves of sensation breaking endlessly through her body.
"How do you like all that cock, baby?" Ricky asked. "You think you got enough this time?"
Stacy mumbled incoherently, totally aroused now and not caring whether they killed or maimed her with their excessive poundings. There was no need to try to squeeze the mass of male meat in her depths, no need to flex the vaginal muscles around the fiery demon that reamed her. It was enough to be so completely filled and to bounce back and forth between the two youthful bodies as they surged in and out from different directions.
But it wasn't enough for Ricky. "Move your ass, sister!" he commanded. "Shake it and twist it and rock it! I want to feel that hot pussy rubbing from all sides while I fuck!"
There was no use protesting, so Stacy did her best to comply, trying to roll her hips and jiggle up and down in the limited space available.
The extra activity and added sensation spun her quickly upward in a spiral of all-consuming passion and she lost track of her surroundings and all control over her body. In a few minutes she was moving so wildly-waving her arms and kicking her feet and bucking forward and back-that the two boys were having trouble hanging onto her and pumping into her at the same time.
She screamed and her cunt spasmed so strongly about the combined cocks that the pair winced and yelped at almost the same instant. She ground her cunt on them like a mad woman and the whirling wantonness brought them to a sudden simultaneous climax that almost matched her own.
She screamed again as the explosion of male jism burst in her throbbing cunt and a second orgasm shook her, wracking her with such force that she convulsed and then collapsed like a rag doll hanging between them.
"Jesus, I think we killed her!" Vic said, lifting her limp head and staring at her blank eyes. "I never knew you could fuck a woman to death."
"She's not dead, you jerk!" Ricky said. "She just fainted. She'll be ready for another go round as soon as she comes to."
They withdrew from her cautiously and laid her on her back.
"Hey, you wanna fuck her again while she's out?" Ricky asked, spreading the woman's white thighs and showing his friend the swollen red cunt still dripping semen.
"Naw, not right now," Vic said, yawning. "I'm getting a little tired. You go ahead if you want."
"I got a better idea. Why don't we get her to blow us both at once?"
"I don't think we'd both fit in her mouth," Vic said doubtfully. "It won't stretch as much as her cunt did."
"She'll figure out a way if I tell her to," Ricky said.
I'll go get some water and wake her up."
He went into the bathroom and came back with a glass-full of water and threw it into Stacy's face. "Wake up, Stacy, old girl! I just thought of something else I want you to do!"
Stacy opened her eyes and blinked at the two naked youths standing over her. "What...what is it? What do you want?"
"We want our cocks sucked," Vic said.
That's right," Ricky said. "We want you to make us come again."
"No. I'm tired," Stacy said wearily. "I ache all over from that last pounding I took."
. That's why we're gonna let you off easy this time," Ricky said. "You can use your mouth and save your cunt. That shows how much we care about you."
"Yeah, we ain't no male chauvinist pigs," Vic said.
"And think of the thrill you'll get," Ricky said. "I bet you never sucked off two guys at once before."
Stacy closed her eyes against the sight of the two long thick shafts swaying over her face. The musky odor of sweat and drying semen made her nose twitch and made something stir inside her again-that something that overtook her and reduced her to a quivering, helpless slave who obeyed her sexual master and complied with his every outrageous demand.
"Let her feel how groovy they are," Ricky said. "Well rub them all over her face, Vic, and let her feel how hot and hard they are, let her know how good they'll be in her mouth."
"No, please, I'm so tired...so..." The rest of what she was saying was muffled against the side of Ricky's cock as it passed along her lips. Vic's sticky, odorous member bumped up and down her cheek, and she knew her protests were worse than useless.
"Open that pretty little mouth, Stacy," Ricky said. "I can see your throat working already. You know you want to do it and so do we."
'Yeah, her mouth is watering for cock," Vic joined in. "She can't stand being without it stuck into her somewhere for very long."
'Yeah, she's one cock-hungry bitch," Ricky said.
They were both poking at her mouth with the burning slippery knobs of their renewed erections, and a flash of alarm made her think of a solution.
"Wait," she said, turning her head aside, "you'll choke me if I take both of you at once. Let me do it my way."
"I told you she'd figure out a way," Ricky said, laughing. "This chick has a great imagination when it comes to cock-sucking."
Her mind reeling from a surfeit of sex, but unable to resist Ricky's hold on her, Stacy sat up on the couch and curled a hand around each distended organ. "Stand beside each other facing me but turn toward each other a little so your cocks are almost touching. Now I can work on you alternately and bring you both off at the same time."
"Groovy," Ricky said.
"Right on," Vic echoed.
She ran her tongue across the tips of both reddened stalks, licking at the sticky residue of their own and her come. The gamy flavor fed the flame that ignited the dark thing inside her and reason and dantiness fled. Greedily she licked up and down the hot flesh, from the shiny naked heads to the thick roots rising out of the hairy loins. Her fingers lifted the tightly drawn up testicles and rolled them against her palm. In turn, she held the towering poles out of the way and sucked at the heavy balls.
"Didn't I tell you she was wild?" Ricky said as she returned to the crown of his cock and took it into her mouth, spinning her tongue around it and bathing it in saliva. "Wow, man, that feels good!"
"Do it to me too!" Vic demanded.
Stacy released Ricky and sucked in Vic's waiting ramrod.
"Yeah, that's groovy," the Italian boy said and leaned forward to push the long joint deep into her throat. She sucked on it hard until he groaned with pained pleasure and withdrew it to make way for his blond leader. "Jesus," he marveled as he watched Ricky's shaft disappear from view, "she ain't afraid of nothin"! "
"When a chick is as hot as this one, she don't care how she gets it as long as it's man meat," Ricky said, letting Vic take another turn.
One cock replaced the other until Stacy lost track of who she was sucking when. She was in a fever of lust again and even tried to take them both between her lips at the same time but was unable to get them past the barrier of her teeth.
"If we knocked her teeth out, I'll bet they'd both go in," Ricky suggested sweetly.
"No, don't do that," Vic said, watching Stacy's tongue circle both cocks with a ring of wet fire. "She's gonna get me off this way."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can feel it coming too," Ricky said. "Some hot bitch we got, huh?"
Stacy's breath was coming in gasps as she switched from pole to pole, sucking them down into her throat and pumping at them with her lava hot mouth. Her tongue raced up and down the tall towers, licked at the heads and then at the balls, drew them between her lips and fucked whichever one was free with her hand. When the inevitable climax resulted in two spouting fountains, she aimed both at her mouth and drank in the hot floods until first one and then the other ran dry.
CHAPTER ll
By the end of the next week, Stacy was walking around like a zombie. She got through her appointments and worked on her cases like an automaton. Her usual verve and vivacity had vanished, and in their place was a rather forced politeness toward her clients and a growing irritability and rudeness toward her secretary and son. She knew they were concerned about her, but she just couldn't bear their questions and anxious glances. Her problems at Stepping Stone House were her own and she had to work them out by herself. How, she didn't know.
The situation was getting worse instead of better. She tried to stay away but discovered she couldn't. And it wasn't only Ricky's threats of exposure that drove her back night after night. Some part of her responded to, even welcomed, the humiliating and degrading things he cajoled or coerced her into doing. She knew she was On a collision course with disaster but she couldn't stop. Drugged on sex and addicted to hard young male bodies, she found herself unable to refuse anything that was offered in the way of degraded pleasure. The escapade with Luke Fields proved that. Luke was no fool and he had apparently known what was going on between Stacy and Ricky Benson almost from the start. He had seen Ricky pull open the ties on the blonde's bikini that first night in the pool and guessed what was behind the sudden evacuation of the pool room by Ricky and his shadow, Vic.
Luke's suspicions of what was going on were confirmed when he tried the door to Stacy's office on several occasions and found it locked when he knew Ricky and/or Vic were in there with the lady Director. Figuring what worked for one dude ought to work for another, he had coaxed Stacy into going skinny-dipping with him while the Sunday movie was being shown upstairs.
Stacy had known what he was up to right from the beginning and it was an indication of how far along the path to total indulgence in carnality she had come that she made no effort at all to avoid the confrontation.
like a porpoise in the water, Luke had frolicked around her and reacted to her shamelessly seductive glances by constant body contact until she was so excited that she became the aggressor. It wasn't even token rape as it had been the first time with Ricky. She had boldly asked the dusky-skinned youth to fuck her and he had done a thorough job of it.
But when she had climbed out of the pool and watched him leave first, she had wondered all over again what was happening to her and why she was changing in such a strange way. Why had the rather straitlaced idealist turned into a wanton temptress? Why had she become a menace to every youth under her supervision?
She pulled on her robe and walked slowly back to her office. For the last few weeks she had been engaged in the most extensive sexual activity of her fife and still there was this gnawing ache for more. She didn't understand it and it frightened her, but when she thought of resigning from the project and leaving Stepping Stone House in order to avoid temptation, she couldn't bring herself to even consider it
Ricky was waiting for her in the inner office, and she knew the minute she saw the look on his face that he knew where she'd been and what she'd been doing.
"So our high class lady thought she'd try a little dark meat," he sneered. "But who gave her permission to have fun without Ricky there to share it?"
"You're not my master," Stacy said defiantly. "I don't have to ask you what I can or can't do."
"And you wanted to fuck that spade real bad, didn't you? I saw the look on your face when he was fucking you. Oh yes, I got spy holes everywhere in this house now; I can see what's going on anywhere I want. You're not in charge here any more and neither are the old man and his wife. I am!"
"You just think you are," Stacy shot back. "And you're certainly not in charge of mel What I do is none of your business!"
"Oh, yes, it is. It's plenty of my business because you're my property, whether you like it or not. Your cunt is my property and who you fuck is my business. When you fuck somebody else for free, you're cheating me, and I don't like cheats!"
"Cheats? What do you think you are, Ricky Benson? You're the biggest cheat of all! Roger was right when he warned me about you!"
The blond youth grinned. "Getting a little testy, aren't we, baby? That precious Roger of yours is an establishment fink so what's he know about anything? And don't change the subject, which is that you don't like me asserting my rights."
"What about my rights? My rights to my own body?"
"Cock-hungry bitches like you don't have any rights," he said. "Their bodies and cunts belong to the smart dude who finds out about them and turns them on first"
"Now you listen to me! I'm not going to-"
"No, you shut up, bitch! I got a whole schedule of things for you to do. I was trying to break you in gradually, but since you branched out for yourself, we'll just speed things up. Besides, I need the money. There'll be no more free fucks, you hear? Most of those guys upstairs have ways of getting money and from now on you're up for sale. Sonny Tucker wants a crack at you and you oughta dig him-he's bigger and blacker than old Luke. And by the way, I'll collect from him for what he's already had, especially that doggie-style bit on the side of the pool. Extras cost more. Then there's Candy Cane and Lard Hawkins and-"
"No, no, no!" Stacy moaned, sinking into a chair. "You can't do that to me!"
"I can and I will, but first there's another little job I want done. The housekeep and her old man went away for the weekend so we can use their room for your party. The O'Leary twins are up there right now waiting for you."
Stacy's mind was reeling. "The twins? They're just sweet little boys. Why would you want to-"
"Terry and Jerry are loaded. Their parents send them money and they steal just for the fun of it. That's how they landed in Little Q. But their problem is that in. spite of all their smart talk about fucking and the way they sneak feels, they're still virgins. Imagine not having had your balls busted at thirteen! Anyway, they paid me a nice fee in advance for your services, so get your ass up there and bust a couple of cherries! You're just the gal for the job!"
A half hour later Stacy and Ricky were going down the hallway toward the room where the housekeeper and her husband usually slept. From the grin on Ricky's face she knew he was enjoying the prospect of her debauching the two younger boys almost as much as if he were going to have her himself.
"You're really gonna dig this, chicken," he was saying as he hurried her along. "Think of the charge you'll get taking their young innocence away from them and drowning them in that lustful cunt of yours."
"I'm not going to do it, Ricky," Stacy said, trying to pull away from the fingers digging into her arm. "You can't make me."
He stopped and shoved his face close to hers. "What's with you? Don't give me this reluctant stuff! You haven't been reluctant up to now. Oh sure, you protested a little, but chicks always think they have to protest a little. Hell, even whores do it sometimes before they turn a three dollar trick. But you know you love sex any way you can get it so why the put-on?"
'It's not a put-on! You said yourself they were inno-' cent children! What I do with you is one thing, but I can't possibly corrupt those little boys. Please, Ricky, you've got to understand!"
"Well, now," he said, grinning at her wickedly. "Me and Vic are just innocent children too, but that didn't stop you from corrupting us."
"I don't think you were ever innocent," Stacy said bitterly. "You must have been born with a lustful look on your face and a hard-on."
He roared with laughter, obviously pleased with the picture she painted of him. "Right on, sister, right on! Old Horny Rick, that's me! Every little girl's friend. Just like you, baby. My cock won't quit and your cunt won't either. We were made for. each other! Now get your ass in there and do your thing with those twins!"
He pushed open the door, shoved her inside, and closed and locked it behind her.
Stacy found herself in a lamp-lit bedroom with two red-headed, freckle-faced boys perched on the side of a king-sized bed looking expectant but a little uneasy.
"Gee, Mrs. Norris, you really came," Jerry said.
"Ricky said you would if we gave him money but we were afraid you wouldn't," Terry said.
"We thought it was just a trick to get our money," they both said together. "We've been hearing some of the things that are going on around here but we didn't really think you'd put out for money."
Stacy stared at them. She opened her mouth intending to tell them that the deal was off, that Ricky had cheated them and she couldn't possibly have anything to do with them sexually, but she hesitated and just kept staring instead.
The boys were dressed in identical shorts and T-shirts, their young faces scrubbed and eager and the sprinkling of freckles making them look even younger than they were. They were children. It didn't seem possible that they were sophisticated enough to try to buy her to do all the other things Ricky said they did.
"Are you really going to fuck us, Mrs. Norris?" Jerry asked. "Ricky says you'll teach us how, that it will be the best thing that ever happened to us...you know, having a mature woman who knows all about sex break us in."
"Are you gonna take all your clothes off?" Terry asked. "Are we gonna get to see you naked?"
"Gee, that would really be wonderful, Mrs. Norris!" Jerry said. "You've got such a beautiful figure even with clothes on and in a bikini you're really terrific so we're just dying to see you naked."
"Yeah, we sneaked a look at your pussy in the pool one day," Terry said, "but we couldn't see much with the water swirling around and all, and that's the closest we've come to seeing a real grown-up lady naked. 'Course we look at pictures in nudie magazines and stuff, but it ain't real, you know."
"Sissy Lewis showed us her pussy one day," Jerry said, "but it wasn't much. She was only ten and didn't even have any hair on it."
"Do you have hair on your pussy, Mrs. Norris?" Terry asked.
"Is it blonde hair?" they both asked in unison.
"Yes...yes, I have hair on my pussy," Stacy heard herself saying. "And yes, it's blonde. Would you like to see for yourselves?"
"Yes, yes, we want to see all of you!" they said enthusiastically.
Stacy sighed and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Hey, look at the way those boobs fill out the bra!" Jerry said when she slipped out of the blouse and hung it over the back of a chair.
"Yeah, they're so big and creamy," Terry said, licking his lips. "I wonder what it would be like to suck on titties like that"
"Can we suck on your titties, Mrs. Norris?" Jerry asked eagerly.
"Yes, you can do anything you want to," Stacy said in a voice so husky she hardly recognized it. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it, then reached for the hook of her bra and let the loosened garment slide down her arms and off.
"Wow! Look at that, Terry!"
"I'm looking, I'm looking," his twin said. "They stand straight out and they're bigger than the ones on the centerfolds. Man, I'm gettin' a hard-on right now!"
"Me too! Just lookin' at her is getting me ah heated up!" Both boys were straining forward their hazel eyes filled with unboyish lust. Slowly Stacy moved toward the bed, starting to ease her panties down off her hips.
"Look at those titties bounce! And those nipples look like cherries on top of scoops of ice cream."
Stacy was standing right in front of them now as she pushed the provocative nylon panties down past the plump mound of her womanhood and revealed the golden lushness of her pubic hair with the pouty lips of her cunt showing through it.
"Look at that!" Terry said, pointing a finger. "Is that your cunt, Mrs. Norris?"
"Yes, Terry, that's my cunt," Stacy said matter-of-factly. "Do you think it's pretty?"
"I think it's beautiful, Mrs. Norris," the boy said, his voice squeaking off into a higher range in his excitement. He thrust his head toward beside his brother's, and Stacy could feel their hot breaths stirring the silken fuzz and gusting across the slightly open labia. Their eyes were so avid they felt like hot little fingers on her love flesh.
'Is that where we put our dongs?" Terry asked.
"Yes," Stacy said, but she had the distinct feeling that this super innocent bit was being slightly overdone and her feeling of leading them astray was fading by the moment. They might technically be virgins, but they weren't as inexperienced as they pretended. She sat down on the bed between them, deciding to play along with them.
"Oh, golly, Mrs. Norris, you feel so soft and you smell so good! Oh, I'm so excited I don't know what to do!" Terry said.
"Neither do I," said his twin. "What happens next? How do we do it? I've seen pictures in books but somehow everything looks different now."
"Well, first, why don't we try this," Stacy said, beginning to enjoy the game. She stretched out on the bed and pulled one boy down on either side of her, then turned toward Jerry, cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. His mouth was eager and when she opened her lips and teased him with her tongue, he responded with unbridled lust.
"Hey, how about me," his brother protested. "Don't I get kissed too?"
"Of course you do," Stacy said, turning to him. "You both get to do everything you want to do."
"Anything? Anything at all?"
"Yes, and what you can't think of, I will." Stacy heard her voice saying these crazy things to two boys who were little more than children.
"Can we kiss your breasts now?" Jerry asked.
"And suck your titties?" Terry added.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Stacy said, putting a hand at the back of each red head and drawing them down to her. "You suck on this one, Jerry, and you suck on the other one, Terry. Isn't it nice there's just enough to go around?"
Jerry's mouth was like a suction cup while his brother's was. more timid and tender.
Stacy wriggled into a more comfortable position on the bed and watched the pair of red heads and flushed faces pressed against the full round globes of her breasts. "Ummmm, that feels good. Now each of you give me a hand and I'll show you something even better."
The youngster's hands were hot and damp with excitement as she took them and guided them to her thighs. "Now, run your fingers up and down the inside of my legs. Feel how soft and smooth they are? Think how it's going to feel when you get between them and put your little dongs in my cunt."
The brothers groaned and the sucking mouths sucked harder and stabbed at her nipples with pointed tongues.
"Do you like those titties, boys? Do they taste good?"
"Ummmmm, yuuuum," Jerry mumbled.
"Slurp, slurp," Terry's sound was even more muffled.
"Unzip your shorts, boys, and pull your pants down," she directed. "No, don't quit sucking to do it, you can manage with one hand."
The avid lips pulled and jerked a little at the swollen nipples as they squirmed and twisted to do as she said, and flashes of electricity kited along her nervous system at the slight twinges of pain.
Finally they succeeded and mumbled and murmured as though pleased with themselves at having accomplished such a feat without relinquishing a nipple or stopping their excited stroking of her thighs.
"That's my sweet babies. Now the shorts. Stacy wants to play with your darling little cocks...wants to see how they're going to fill her."
Why was she saying these awful things? What had happened to her since she came to this crazy place?
The boys had managed to wriggle out of their jockey shorts so now she could look down and see their round white bottoms, slim boyish legs and flat bellies as they lay on their sides next to her. She slid her fingers down their bodies caressingly, enjoying the feel of the hairless young thighs and the warmth of their flesh, but saving the biggest thrill for last.
The boys' hands were roaming freely over her voluptuous body now. Jerry had slipped a hand under the small of her back and was exploring up and down her buttocks, while his brother tickled lightly along her spine.
"Such sweet boys, such sweet little lovers," she murmured, pulling them closer until each young body was half on top of her, thighs and bellies pressed against her hip and lower abdomen. And all the while their lips and tongues worked tirelessly at her throbbing nipples.
"You naughty boys are getting me hot," she whispered, fingers trailing downward until she reached the sparse pubic hair at the base of their bellies. She sucked in her breath as first one hand and then the other encountered a hard young cock. Compared to Ricky and Vic and Luke, they weren't very big, but they were every bit as hard. There was no doubt that they were ready to proceed with the most important rite of puberty-having their balls busted, as Ricky had so elegantly phrased it.
Stacy was just as ready as they were. In fact, she was finding it difficult to contain herself, but she tried to assert some control so as not to spoil things for them. So for the moment, she contented herself with fingering and stroking the rampant young cocks, being careful not to go too far and bring them off prematurely. She wanted both of them to come inside her. She wanted to feel their first exuberant emissions spill into the deep well designed to receive it, wanted the extra thrill for herself as well as them. . "
"You can touch my cunt now, boys," she whispered." Feel the split down the middle? Pull the lips open and run your fingers down the gully inside. Feel how wet and slippery they are? You did that to me. By sucking my tits and caressing me with your hands and letting me feel the marvelous hardness of your cocks, you got me that hot"
Jerry whimpered happily and Terry sounded as though he were about to choke with lustful excitement as their stubby fingers began to explore her well-lubricated crevice. One of them brushed across the button of her clitoris and went back to investigate it further when she jumped and moaned.
"That's my clitoris, boys. Whoever found it show the other where it is. That's a super-sensitive part of a woman and helps to make her come, so when you fuck me or any other woman, you must never forget to stimulate it. You also have to remember that when you learn to lick a cunt."
Had she really said that? What kind of a woman would teach a young boy to do a thing like that? She had spent a lifetime becoming a respected professional and now suddenly she was changing into some sort of sexual vampire feeding off the lust of young boys.
But thoughts like that in the back of her head didn't interfere with her present actions. She was too aroused now to turn back.
"Okay, now each of you slide a finger down the length of the gully and right on into the cunt proper. Feel how tight and wet it is? Isn't that hot nest going to feel groovy when you get your cocks in it?"
The twins gasped and their pricks jumped inside the loose tubes she had made of her hands. Their fingers sank deeper and it was her turn to gasp.
"Think how much better it's going to be when you get into that warm wet tunnel. I'll tighten my vaginal muscles on you like this and squeeze you tight while you fuck me with these cute little spears of lust."
Terry and Jerry were breathing hard and trembling with eagerness. Her words were exciting them as much as the feel of her secret flesh and her fondling fingers.
"I think we'd better begin," Stacy husked. "Which one of you is the older?"
"I am," Terry said. "I was born two minutes before Jerry."
"All right, then you go first. Get up on top of me and I'll guide you in."
"Aw, gee, he always gets the best of everything," Jerry complained.
"I'll be even better the second time around," Stacy consoled him.
"But if you come with him you won't be able to with me, and I want to make you come. The big guys say if you don't make a girl come, you're no good."
"Baby, you have no idea how many times Stacy can come in an evening," she whispered as Terry mounted her and flattened his slim body out along her firm but yielding one.
Her hand slipped down between them, found the rigid prick and guided it between the labia and into the entrance of her molten cavity.
"Shove it in, Terry! Thrust hard! Make me feel it all the way down!" she instructed.
Terry grunted and began to plunge in and out with a will. At first she couldn't feel much. After the thick cocks she was used to, it was no wonder, but she kept tightening her muscles and squeezing as hard as she could.
"Fuck me, Terry! Fuck me hard, sweetie! We've only got a minute or so. You won't last long this first time so make it hot and good."
The youngster's breath was hot and damp against her face, his body pressing down on her with desperate eagerness. His thrusts were inexperienced and not at all rhythmic, but they were hard and the unbridled tempestuousness of his assault fanned the flame of her libido and started the familiar climb to volcanic eruption. She would have no trouble keeping pace with the hair-triggered boy.
Stacy arched her back and lifted her bottom up off the bed, rearing back at the boy and forcing his cock deeper into the quagmire of her cunt. "Harder, fuck me harder, Terry! I'm almost there, love! Oh God, Terry, I'm coming! You're making me come on your first try! Isn't that wonderful? Can't you feel the extra juice oozing around you?"
Terry yelled triumphantly and slammed into her once more as his dong jerked wildly and spewed his initial sperm load into a woman's cunt. He stiffened briefly and then flopped weakly against her until the spasming stopped.
"Good boy!" Stacy said, stroking his naked back while her cunt gradually relaxed its hold on his softening cock after the last hot drops had been sucked out. "That was just fine."
"My turn! My turn!" Jerry said,' pushing at his brother, trying to shove him off Stacy so he could take his place.
"Just a second," Terry said, clinging like a leech. "I want to feel her sucking at me some more."
"No, get off! It's not fair! You had your turn so let me have mine! Stacy, make him get off! You said-"
"No, I want to stay right here and fuck you all night!"
"I'll bet you could too," she said, gently disengaging his clutching hands and rolling him onto his back beside her. "But we got lots of time, so don't be so greedy."
Jerry scrambled eagerly up on top of her and shoved his shaft blindly against her, missing the vagina completely and hitting against the bony ridge at the uppermost edge.
"Damn! I can't find the hole! Help me, Stacy, help me or I'm gonna come right up in the air."
"Hold on, Jerry, you can do it," his brother said, getting to his hands and knees and watching his twin's futile attempts to spear the woman.
"Let me show you how," Stacy said, taking the frustrated young shaft in her hand and inserting it into the swampy pit of love.
"Oh, man, that's as slick and wet as a water slide! I can feel myself sinking down and down and down!"
"Bet you can't touch bottom," Terry said. "I did though, didn't I, Stacy?"
"Sure you did," Stacy hed. "You're a big strong boy...both of you are."
She started to roll her buttocks and grind her pelvis against the boy, servicing him with an expertise that soon had Jerry moaning with ecstatic pleasure. "Oh, groovy...groovy...I can feel her squeezing me. How can you do that, Stacy? Hey, not so hard or you'll snap it right off!"
Terry giggled and Stacy had to laugh too in spite of her mounting passion.
"Not with my cunt I won't," she said. "It's too soft" She heaved upward, holding the boy steady with her hands on his back while she rolled her buttocks and ground her cunt around and around his shaft. Then she settled down on the bed again, wrapped her long legs around him and went wild. Twisting and turning, she bounced and shook with the youngster locked tightly to her. Her heels beating a tattoo on his lean rump, she fucked him thoroughly with practically no assistance from him.
Jerry couldn't do a thing but hang on while the avid cunt ate up his cock like a hungry dog gobbling a choice piece of meat. "Hey, don't," he protested in a panicky squeak. "That's too much! You're going to hurt me! You're going to push me out!"
"Never!" she whispered fiercely. "You're trapped here for the rest of your life!"
She rolled and rocked on the firm mattress, almost taking them over the edge at least once. Only the tight grip of her thighs kept jerry from being thrown clear of her.
Jerry felt the velvet vise squeezing and sucking, and in spite of his fear and alarm he couldn't stop what was happening to his cock. Suddenly he let out a surprised yelp and came as violently as his brother had just a few minutes before. This second dousing of her innermost recesses with the fiery juices of youth pushed Stacy over the last lascivious edge and sent her into a climax that she thought would never stop.
But as soon as it was spent, she was ready for more. Completely aroused and far from satiated, she arranged the stunned boys for another go round. She dragged Jerry upward until he was over her face, tugged Terry between her thighs, and prepared to continue their education.
"Mrs. Norris, what are you doing?" Jerry asked tremulously as she grasped his buttocks and searched for his sagging cock with her mouth.
Terry had gotten the idea immediately and found his own way back into her cunt. He laughed at his brother's question and began fucking into Stacy with a steadier, strong tempo than he had used before.
"I'm going to suck your cock, baby, while your brother fucks me...that way we can all have fun at once."
Terry's virile young penis was buried to the balls in her and his enthusiastic thrusting was stoking up her inner fires. Her tongue licked at the musky wetness of the other twin's member and felt the quick teenage response. She lathered the renewed erection with passionate care and drew it deep into her mouth.
Terry's prick was sinking thrillingly deep, and she raised her knees to cradle him in the bow of her open thighs while she made a gourmet feast of Jerry's rejuvenated manhood. The hard, unspoiled flesh was a delight to her mouth. She sucked and licked lovingly, rolling the column of fresh young man meat with her tongue and bringing sobs of pleasure from the boy who sat on her face with his knees pressed against her cheeks.
Terry's thrusts were growing more frantic, and knowing that he was rapidly approaching his second orgasm, she quickened her sucking on his brother. She wanted them both to come at the same time, wanted the thrill of having two hot streams of semen gushing into her at once, wanted to drink of their boyish juices with her mouth and cunt at the same instant.
"Oh wow, wow! I'm going to...oh man, it's gonna fall right off! Stop, please stop, Mrs. Norris!" Jerry jabbered as the pleasure she was creating became almost unbearable. "I can't stand it! Please, stop!"
Stacy felt Terry's cock rubbing her clit as he beat at her like a trip-hammer and she was aware of the first shuddering spasm of his imminent climax. She sucked harder on Jerry's tender rod, making her mouth a vacuum cleaner of lust. She heard Jerry's shriek of passion mixed with pain, but she ignored it and kept on sucking. It didn't matter anymore what he wanted or didn't want, whether she hurt him or thrilled him. He was hers to feast on until the elixir of his youth jetted into her and satisfied her terrible carnal thirst.
The other twin shouted in glee and his cock spurted like a fire hose, flooding Stacy's aching vault, and at almost the same second Jerry's prick leaped in her mouth and gave up its creamy spicy contents.
Stacy screamed with joy and came herself in a wild shattering orgasm that made her thrash about so violently that both boys had to hold her down with all their strength to finish coming in her.
Somehow a sound broke through the fog of lust that enveloped Stacy, something that sounded like a door opening, and then a shocked gasp from first a woman and then a man.
"Stacy! Oh my God, Stacy!" the male voice sounded agonized.
The woman's voice was clipped and brittle. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Stacy Norris?"
Fighting to see through the haze that surrounded her, Stacy stared at the open door of the bedroom. Standing there looking at her and the two startled twins were Hester Bard and her son Roger.
"Get away from her, you little beasts!" Hester screeched in rage, advancing on the O'Leary twins like an avenging fury. "Get your grubby hands off her and your filthy bodies out of my sight!" She grabbed Jerry by the heels and flipped him off Stacy's face, gave the other twin a resounding slap on his bare bottom and toppled him on top of his brother.
Terry and Jerry scrambled out of reach of the enraged woman and hid behind the bed.
Roger walked closer to the bed, staring at his mother's nakedness with tortured eyes. "We were worried about you and came to see what was the matter."
"So now you know what I really am," Stacy said, making no move to cover herself or to explain what had brought her to such a condition.
"Get up off that bed and get your clothes on!" Hester ordered furiously. "I can't believe you'd do a thing, like this! I've never seen anything so revolting in my life!"
"What happened, Mother?" Roger asked, his voice agonized as he stared at her white body which he had seen being violated by both young boys at once. Their semen still gleamed in syrupy rivulets on her lovely thighs and dripped from the corners of her mouth.
"What happened?" she repeated dully. "Just what you saw. Ever since I've been here something has snapped inside me. There are so many of them...so many young virile bodies and they're all so eager and randy...I just couldn't resist them and they've been using me...or maybe I've been using them...I don't know any more...and I don't know why either."
"But Stacy, I don't understand," Roger said. "You've always been so cool and reserved. How could anyone break through that protective wall you built around your emotions and yourself?"
"People change, Rog," she said, making a little helpless gesture with one hand. "I'm sorry you had to find me this way but I couldn't help it."
"Shut up and get your clothes on!" Hester said, gathering up the blouse and skirt and throwing them at her employer. "When I think of all the love and devotion I wasted on you, it makes me sick! The woman I thought was the most beautiful thing in the world...the woman I worshipped...whose lips I longed to kiss and whose body I yearned to possess...and now to find you like this, wallowing in lust with those two little beasts! I could kill you!"
"I'm sorry, Hester. I guess this was something of a shock to you too," Stacy said, "but you know I've never really been turned on by your type of love. I felt sorry for you and...well, I guess I shouldn't have encouraged you in any way."
Roger stared from his mother to the English girl. Was Stacy saying that she had let Hester make love to her?
"Okay, what the hell's going on here?" Ricky demanded from the doorway with Vic at his elbow. "What are you people doing here? Mrs. Norris is in charge of Stepping Stone House but the rest of you have no right being here."
Hester picked up a heavy cut-glass water bottle from the nightstand and advanced on the blond youth. "I don't know who you are, mister, but you'd better get out of our way or I'll crack your skull open and we'll walk out over your dead body."
Ricky blinked and backed up so quickly that he almost stumbled over Vic. Force he could understand and have respect for. "Aw well; easy come, easy go," he said with an insolent glance at Stacy. "Thanks for the ride, baby, and if you get tired or bored with Squaresville, you know where to find me."
Roger helped his mother into her clothes, put his arm around her protectively and walked her out past the sneering, snickering hoodlums with Hester bringing up the rear.
CHAPTER 12
The next night Rog lay in his room staring up at the refected lights on the ceiling. His mother had collapsed and a doctor had been called and had given her something to make her sleep. The doctor had made clucking sounds when Hester had told him about how Stacy had been raped by several boys at Stepping Stone House and had suggested that she see a psychiatrist at a later date. Stacy had slept through the rest of the night and all of the next day, and from what Rog had been able to learn from Hester she was still sleeping.
He still couldn't get over the scene that he and Hester had walked into the night before: One redheaded boy with his cock buried in the beautiful blondeness of Stacy's cunt. The other squatting on her face with his cock deep in her mouth. It was like some scene out of an orgy or an erotic nightmare that both horrified and, in a perverse way, excited.
To think that the totally aroused, totally unashamed creature who had lain there using her body as an altar for the lust of two boys was the cool, professional and mother he had always had an uncontrolled lust for but had fought against with every bit of his control-the thought was mind shattering.
"Jesus Christ, all the time I was rushing around with my cock aching for her she was letting that redheaded dike eat her cunt, and to think that for the last week she's been fucking and sucking every one of those shittie little hoods at that reform school. Damn, damn, damn it." He pounded the bed with his fists. "Everyone has had her glorious blonde cunt but me. Everyone but the guy who wants it the most. Jesus-I should have got myself sent to reform school. Maybe she'd have fucked me too-or let me sit on her face while she sucked my cock.
"And that damn Hester, sucking my cock but never letting me lay a hand on her in any other way. That one is crazier than Stacy. But I fooled her that one night Damn but that was good. That red gashed cunt of hers is delicious when she relaxes and-"
The door to his room was suddenly thrown open and Hester stood there outlined against the fight. She was wearing a sheer negligee and black bra and panties and her hair was down instead of up in a bun as usuaL Against the light he could see every line of her body. Her long slim race horse legs, her high small breasts, and her slim boyish hips were all outlined beneath the sheer material.
"Get up and come with me," Hester said. 'It's up to you and me to cure her."
"To cure her?" He had reached up and turned on the lamp beside his bed so now he could see her face. Her eyes were what impressed him first. They were absolutely wild and they shone with a light of such intensity that he thought for a moment that she might have taken some kind of .drug.
"You've been sitting around here while your mother was wallowing in the dirt. She's given her body, her lovely body to slimy young beasts. She can't help herself, but we can help her. We can cure her."
"I don't understand-I-"
"You don't have to understand," Hester said. "All you have to do is what I tell you to do."
Her urgency was so obvious that he climbed out of bed and without further questioning started to search for his pants.
"You won't need your clothes! Come as you are! Immediately!" Hester said.
"Okay-okay-I'm coming," he said as he pushed his feet into slippers and followed her in shorts and T-shirt to the door of Stacy's room.
"What's this all about? I don't understand what you want to do," Rog said.
"Sometimes when a patient has an illness with a fever, doctors raise the fever in order to break it. They make the illness more acute to bring on a crisis, to return the patient to normal," Hester said. 'That's what we're going to do. We're going to give Stacy an overdose of the drug she's been taking!"
"Oh for God's sake," Rog said and started to pull away, but Hester's fingers dug into his arm and her breath was hot in his face as she hissed the words at him. "Do what I tell you or I'll have to kill her! I can't stand her the way she is now. We've got to break the fever. We've got to do it!"
Rog had never heard of medical cases of the kind she described, but the look in her eyes and the intensity of her voice made him pretty sure that she would carry out her threat to kill Stacy if he didn't cooperate. So he let her lead him into Stacy's room without further protest.
Stacy was sitting up now with her back against the headboard staring off into space with a look Rog had never seen on her face-a look of longing and lust and something else. Was it shame? He couldn't be sure.
"We've come to help you, Stacy. We've come to-to take the place of what you had at the school. To take the place of the vile lust you wallowed in there."
Stacy looked at Hester with bewilderment in her eyes. "To take the place-you couldn't. You couldn't possibly. There was so much there. So much strong young cock. I could never have used it all up if I'd fucked for a thousand years, and if you hadn't stopped me I might have done just that."
"But we have something else beside numbers and size," Hester said, moving toward the bed. "We can give you Lesbian love and incestuous love. Two forbidden fruits, Stacy. Forbidden fruit is always sweeter than the other kind, Stacy."
"I don't-" Stacy sat up staring from one to the other of them with startled eyes.
"Rog wants you, Stacy. He's always wanted you," Hester said. "Just like I have always wanted you. But you have thrown me nothing but scraps, and he has had nothing from the feast of your body. But now you need us, my darling. You need us to cure the sickness you contracted at Stepping Stone House."
Rog felt as though he were in some wild dream-half nightmare and half erotic fantasy. He couldn't say anything. He could only stare at his mother as she sat with the lamplight making a halo of golden hair. Her creamy white shoulders gleamed temptingly where her nightgown had fallen down, displaying them and white tops of her breasts.
"But Hester, we shouldn't. We really shouldn't. A thing like this is unthinkable-absolutely unthinkable," Stacy said with an attempt at reason. "You and my own
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"Was it unthinkable to have one little creep fucking your cunt while another fucked your mouth? Was it unthinkable to have two young studs put their cocks in your cunt at the same-oh I knew all about it. After the doctor left, you babbled, you babbled all about the fun you had been having. You made me sick! But you also made me see how sick you are and taught me what the cure is."
"The cure? What are you talking about. The cure." Stacy's eyes were vague and bewildered.
"Take your shorts down, Rog," Hester ordered. "Show your cock-loving mother half of the cure for her sickness."
"Roger don't, I-"
Stacy had half-raised up in bed and her nightgown had fallen open down the front, so that Rog found himself staring at the full round moons of her breasts.
"And this is my half of the cure," Hester said. She had opened the tie of her negligee and pulled her black panties down to display the plush red forested cunt that lay between her slim thighs-those same sweet slim thighs between which Rog had feasted so lavishly just a few nights before.
"I told you to lower your shorts, Rog," Hester said, and there was command in her voice. "Do it now!"
Roger hesitated for a moment and then simply drew his shorts down off his hips and let them drop to the floor. There was only one way this could end, he thought, and whatever regrets he might have afterwards, he was ready to go ahead with it now.
"No, not this too! Not this on top of everything else!" Stacy said, pushing the covers back and starting to get out of bed.
'This is the answer to the other. You've wallowed in male lust, so now you must pay. You have drunk of the iniquity of sexual congress with a dozen males, and now you must be cured with an overdose."
Hester is as crazy as a loon, Rog thought. But I guess that Stacy's not exactly right either and who's to say that I am? Maybe it's time to play the cards as they lay. I'll never get over this thing that I have for Stacy if I don't do something about it. That's a hell of a way to go through life, hung up on your mother. Hester will never get over the thing she has for Stacy unless she brings it all to a head, and maybe even Stacy will never get over the thing she has for young boys if she doesn't get it purged out of her system. Maybe Doctor Hester is right-prescription, strong medicine for all patients.
"You're not really going to do this. This is rape! I could go to the police about it," Stacy said to Hester as the redhead, with her body bared and her negligee trailing behind her, moved to the bed.
"Rape-hardly compares to what you were doing to those two little boys," Stacy said. "How would that look on a police blotter? How would that look in the newspapers? Stacy Norris, special activist, lawyer, do-gooder par excellence accused of raping two under-age boys."
"You wouldn't; you claim to love me. You wouldn't do this to me. Rog, you won't let her. You're my son. Don't you have any respect for me at all?"
"Stacy, we saw what we saw," Rog said, following Hester's lead in kneeling on the bed besides his mother.
"Rog will do what I tell him to do if he doesn't want to see his mother's reputation dragged through enough mud to fill up the Atlantic," Hester said as she took hold of Stacy's negligee and ripped it suddenly away, leaving the blonde naked to the waist. "And what I'm telling him to do is fuck you, Stacy. Fuck you like he's been wanting to do ever since he came back from the Middle
East. Fuck you like you've been asking him to do every time you displayed yourself in front of him."
"I didn't-I never meant-" Stacy was being pushed back down on the bed by the redhead's slim strong hands. "Pull her nightgown off her, Rog. Rip off those panties she's wearing under it. Make her display her body-expose it to our mouths, our hands and your cock and my cunt!"
"I don't know, Hester-this is kind of like rape." Rog hesitated once again.
"Do it, you fool! Don't you see she really wants you to do it! She wants you to do it just like she wanted those others to do it."
"Stacy, I've waited so long-so long. I've waited until I nearly went mad. I've never wanted anything-anyone like I want you," Rog said, pushing Stacy down on the bed and raining kisses on her shoulders, upper arms and neck. "I love you. Love you insanely."
"Don't talk so much, you idiot. Fuck her!" Hester had grabbed hold of Stacy's arm as she tried to push Rog away and was holding her down. "Rip off the rest of her nightgown, force her thighs apart and fuck her."
"Please Stacy, let me. What difference does it make to you? You've been with so many guys. What difference does one more make? It would mean so much to me. So much."
"No-Rog, please. Don't do this to me! Neither one of us would ever be able to forget it. Never be able to live with it."
"It will cure you, Stacy-cure you of the evil that's in you-the evil that made you give yourself to those beasts at Stepping Stone House," Hester said. One of her hands was on Stacy's breasts, her fingers caressing the red nipples into a peaked hardness. "Once you've been with
Rog and me, you'll forget all the rest of it You'll be like you were before."
"Hester, that's nonsense! I couldn't help what happened at the school. But this is impossible. This mustn't happen and-" Stacy's voice was silenced by Hester's mouth closing over hers.
Rog could no longer control himself. The sight of his mother's creamy white flesh-the out-thrust breasts like cherry peaked ice cream cones, the bare belly with its deep naval, the thighs exposed and slightly spread with only the remnants of the nightgown covering her hips and genitals-the sight was devastating. As Hester was kissing Stacy's mouth, Rog's hands and lips were running over other parts of her body. He kissed the tips of her breasts and their undersides. He ran his hands up inside her thighs, savoring the doeskin soft flesh.
Hester had fallen forward on Stacy and the redhead's small high breasts were pressing themselves into the warm firm flesh of the blonde. Hester's mouth was moving back and forth over Stacy's lips, her tongue probing deep into the unwilling but somehow responsive mouth.
Rog's hands had reached the frilly bottom of Stacy's nightgown and his fingers were gripping it as Hester had ordered him to do. He ripped it off and forced the delicious thighs apart, exposing the goal to which he had aspired since his return to the States to meet the beautiful young woman who was his mother.
The panties were next. With a sob of lust he ripped at them and they came away, exposing the beautiful lower belly, the full-fleshed, round mound of love covered by golden hair, and the temptingly plump labia.
"My God-oh my God." Rog husked the words while burying his head in Stacy's belly and kissing the sweet flesh letting his lips ream down the thighs and up again toward the tender mound of pleasure.
Tuck her, Roger, fuck her," Hester commanded. The woman's lips were moving from Stacy's mouth to the peeked nipples, while her hands were running over the blonde's upper body. Hester had shed her negligee completely and was now stretched out beside Stacy on the bed, her slim, long-limbed body pressed against the other woman's, with her fiery furred puss rubbing itself against the blonde's flank.
Rog could smell the excitement of both women now. The musk of their pussies was like madness in his nostrils. His cock was aching with the need to be buried in the delicious pink lipped slash between Stacy's thighs, but at the same time he found himself wanting Hester as well. The English girl might be a little crazy, but her race horse lean body had an allure when naked that he had never dreamed it had when he saw her dressed.
As he forced Stacy's not too reluctant thighs open and lowered himself to her, he also let one hand move to Hester's pert round bottom. She accepted this gesture without protest as she rubbed her fiery pussy against Stacy's hip.
Reg's cock pushed through the silken fur that covered his mother's partially open labia, and he heard her moan, but he wasn't sure whether it was a moan of lust or of despair, because her face was now buried in Hester's breasts and the redhead's small apples of love were rubbing back and forth across her mouth.
Rog grunted with' pleasure as he moved the big roundness of his cock back and forth across the tender sensitive entrance to his mother's vagina and felt it respond with eager little movements against his flesh. He pushed it between the tight yet resilient lips and heard Stacy's breath expelled explosively as he entered her.
"Fuck her, Roger! Fuck her hard! Make her forget those others. Make her think about nothing but us and the way we're going to use her body tonight," Hester said. Her voice was a rasp of excitement. He noticed the smear of wetness on his mother's white thighs as the Lesbian's steamy pussy rubbed against her flesh.
Rog had slipped his hands underneath Stacy and his fingers were digging into the firm flesh of the delicious half-moons of her buttocks as he lifted her up to meet his first thrust.
He drew back a little and plunged deep into the tight but tender channel of love between his mother's thighs. Stacy whimpered and her legs tightened around him. Her heels were at the base of his spine as she accepted him in her.
Rog moaned with the intensity of his passion as he felt her tightness close around his fevered shaft, felt the velvety wetness of her and the eager way in which the sensitive flesh responded to his invading maleness.
The thighs around him were like a perfumed silken vise. They held him as they had been made to hold and the deep wet slash was like a sheath that fitted his cock with almost skin-tight perfection. He sank to his balls in her and lay there for a few moments savoring the feeling, glorying in having finally found her perfect womanhood. But as he lay there content for a short period the tight pussy around him began to serve him in its own way. The vaginal muscles tightened, squeezing him deliciously, and as the round buttocks in his palms rolled the slippery inner flesh began to slide around on his super sensitive pole sending intent messages of lust racing to his brain and throughout his body.
"Stacy, Stacy-oh God,' Stacy!" he moaned as he buried his head in one breast, while Hester rubbed her own breasts back and forth over the other one. The intensity of his passion was only increased by feeling the other woman's breasts occasionally touching his shoulder and her thigh rubbing from time to time against his.
The way in which his mother s wet hot pussy was serving his cock made it impossible to just he there resting in her. His man flesh was in a marvelously attuned instrument of lust, and that instrument, whatever the feelings of its owner, was doing delicious things to the heavy pole of man meat that was buried deep in its perfumed depths. He had to respond. He had to start pulling out of the sweet wetness and lunging back in, his shaft like a crazy rocket. Time after time he pulled out while the loving flesh clung and squeezed, and then hurled himself back in past the deliciously pouted lips and hard clit and down the passageway. His nerve endings were sex sensors that caressed each of hers until their flesh screamed with joy.
Stacy's delicious bottom was rolling in the palms of his hands and her thighs were gliding back and forth along his flanks while her belly rubbed tantilizingly against his, and her cunt ground itself around and around his throbbing prick.
Hester was moving also. He could feel her slim thighs dragging along his upper arm, and her slim round bottom appeared in his line of vision as she moved astride Stacy and squatted with her pussy poised right over the other woman's face.
"Remember what you were doing when we found you, Stacy?" Hester asked, her voice husky with excitement. "You had one of those little beasts sitting on your face with his dirty little cock in your mouth. Now I'm going to give you something to wipe that taste of out your mouth forever. It won't be cock, but something better, something you'll never forget. Now that you have your son's cock in your cock-hungry pussy you need something in your mouth too. You've got to have something in your mouth to make it perfect, Stacy my love."
Stacy was staring at the thick mat of red hair at the base of Hester's belly, at the curlicues of silken fuzz that ran down the inside of the redhead's upper thighs, and at the thick lipped reddish brown slash that divided the mound of Venus.
"Do you think my cunt is as pretty as that little boy's cock, Stacy? Can you smell it? Can you feel how hot it is on your face? Is the steaming come dripping on your lips?"
Stacy didn't say anything, but her nostrils were flaring and her tongue flickered along her lower lip as she looked at the slim thighs spread wide around her head and the open labia of the other woman poised over her mouth.
"Wouldn't you rather have my cunt in your mouth than that dirty little boy's cock? Wouldn't you rather have sweetly perfumed woman flesh to lick and suck on than his man meat?" The words were half pleading and half demanding but still Stacy only stared.
"Well, I don't care whether you would or not because you're going to get it in your mouth. You're going to get it right in your mouth, sweet love, and you had better start serving it real quick or I'm going to jam it right down your throat."
With those words Hester pushed the hot wet gash of her womanhood against Stacy's partly open mouth and began to rub it back and forth across her lips.
Rog had half lifted Stacy's bottom off the mattress again and was holding her up to him so that he could drive more deeply into the wonderful recess between her thighs. Time after time he thrust downward and drew out slowly as his mother's educated vaginal muscles massaged his flesh all the way.
Now Hester had settled down on Stacy's face and he could hear the slurpings of his mother's tongue deep in the Lesbian's cunt. He also found Hester's pert bottom thrust right into his face. Looking at those neatly curved half-moons with a sprinkling of freckles across their creamy whiteness added to his excitement, and his eyes riveted on the deep crevice between them, with the hidden roseate that lay deep in its depths beckoning like forbidden fruit.
Wouldn't it add to everyone's pleasure in this three way coupling if while Stacy served Hester's cunt he added an extra little touch between her buttocks? The thought had no sooner come to him than he lifted his face a little from where it had come to rest on Stacy's breast to a position between those freckled mounds of pleasure which were Hester's buttocks. In that position it was easy for him to run his tongue around the bottom curve of those half-moons and up along their outer spheres.
Hester made a little movement as the youth's hot tongue moved over her flesh, but she didn't pull away because she was too totally absorbed in trying to drive her dripping pussy down Stacy's throat.
Stacy was very busy now. She was busy responding to the sledge hammer blows of her son's hard young cock and busy lathering, licking and sucking Hester's super heated pussy. Her mouth was filled with the rich perfumed juices of the redhead's cunt. Her nose was pressed into the flaming red hair, and the woman's hot thighs were pressing against her cheeks in insistent demand.
Stacy's thighs had slipped higher up around Rog now and her heels were locked at the base of his spine. Her tongue pushed its way deep into the delicious gully of Hester's womanhood lapping at the rich woman wine, savoring the smooth slippery inner flesh, trying to drive deeper and deeper into the tender recess.
Stacy's cunt was filled with the thick length of her son's cock and her mouth was filled with the delectable cunt of her best friend. In her time at Stepping Stone House, Stacy had known many erotic moments, but none like this. Her whole body was on fire with lust, lust that she had fought against but which now totally overwhelmed her. There was nothing she could do except to make her body an altar for the pleasure of these two who had so long lusted for her.
Hester had fallen completely forward now and in doing so had thrust her buttocks back until they were pressed tight against Rog's face. The redhead's breath was coming in long strangled sobs as Stacy's tongue moved from deep in her cunt to her clit and the slippery lips of her pussy.
Now Rog's tongue was moving down between those buttocks, savoring the snug valley there and finding the pink little rosebud in its center. It was tight, but his tongue was determined and it forced its way in with a suddenness that brought a little yelp from Hester, but produced no movement away from the invasion.
Roger's cock was as busy as his mouth, but his mother's cunt seemed completely insatiable. It sucked and squeezed at his man flesh in a continuous assault that required constant thrusts, stabbings and rubbings of the enflamed clit with his roots.
All three in the deliciously trolistic encounter were breathing in short little gasps now. Hester's head was rocking slowly from side to side as her whole body burned from the woman's tongue in her pussy and the youth's in her anus. No Lesbian encounter had ever been like this triple play with mother and son, and the redhead was glorying in it.
Roger was insane with lust now. To have his shaft buried to the roots in his beloved mothers cunt and at the same time to be served up the exotic repast of the other woman's anal passage was something beyond his wildest erotic dream. He fought to control himself, to hold back the massive orgasm that was building up in him until the two women were satisfied, but he knew that it would have to be soon.
Stacy was in a state of suspended animation: she was floating on a pink cloud of passion. The stabbing cock of her son was like a continuing fire deep in her cunt, stretching the tender flesh, massaging the sensitive nerve endings and rubbing her clit on every penetration. The enflamed clit of the redhead and the dripping lips of her cunt were the richest, sweetest fruit she had ever tasted. She drank from it as eagerly as she received the hard cock in her womanhood, and the pungent wine ran down her throat and out from her mouth over her chin.
Stacy's feet began to beat a tattoo on the base of Reg's spine and she arched her back upward and rolled her hips at the same time as an orgasm like an avalanche surged through her whole being. Hester screeched in total release as the two surging tongues in her seemed to come together in one pillar of fire and dissolve her last vestige of sanity, and she came in little spurts of pleasure that mounted to a torrent of lust. She collapsed, across Stacy's face to lay panting while mother and son licked in the last delicious residue of lust writhed with completion.
Roger's orgasm was like a hurricane. It was literally sucked out of him by his mother's spasming cunt. It was as though his cock had been caught in a velvet wringer-the grinding, sucking pussy drew a flood of jism out of him such as he had never believed himself capable of before. It left him limp, lying with his head between Hester's thighs and his body resting between his mother's relaxing legs.
But none of them was ready to stop yet. In a few minutes Hester was stirring and responding to tentative lickings from Stacy's talented tongue, lickings of her upper thighs and lower belly where the residue of her spicy vaginal juice had leaked during the flaming fury of their lovemaking.
Rog's cock had slipped from the tight portals of his mother's womanhood but it hadn't faded completely, and the sight and smell of that same womanhood now stirred fresh desire in him. He looked at the ruby red lips, puffy from lust and still wet with the residue of their coupling, and his mouth watered for it. The most fantastic of all fantasies for the past year had been to one day perform cunnilingus on Stacy. The exotic pleasure of licking his mother's cunt had been like a beacon to him for months. Now as she lay still pinned under her Lesbian lover, his chance seemed to be at hand.
With a quick little gurgle of delight he bent his head between her creamy thighs and his tongue found its way up the silken flesh of one thigh, across the plump mound, through the fine golden hair and to the pouty mouth of her womanhood. Stacy made a little movement, an opening of her cunt that indicated she welcomed the invasion, and his tongue darted to the still hard clit and licked at it before moving to lather the plump labia and surge into the crevice in eager penetration.
Stacy's body came alive as her son's tongue drove deep into the already wet pussy. She shivered with the pleasure of feeling it slither down along the slippery walls, play games with the inner lips and try to find its way to the very bottom of the deep well.
But Hester had other ideas. She couldn't leave them to the simple, if exotic, pleasure of son licking and sucking mother's cunt. The redhead had to add an extra fillip of her own to the game.
"No!" she yelled at Rog, pulling his head away from the gates of paradise by his long hair. "No, I want to cunt-fuck Stacy. I want my cunt burning against hers. That way I know I'll have her completely."
"But what about me? I want her cunt. I've got to eat her cunt or I'll go crazy."
"You can eat it. You can eat it and mine too," Hester said, and her slim body pressed down on Stacy's fuller fleshed one. "You can do it while I cunt-fuck her. We'll spread our thighs real wide and you can crawl up between mine and reach both our cunts from underneath-reach them while they're joined."
The very idea sent wild surges of pleasure through Rog's body. To be able to lick and suck at the cunt of two beautiful women at once, to do it while these two cunts were joined in Lesbian embrace, was something so far out that it rocked his sanity.
But it was possible. Stacy spread her thighs very wide as the Lesbian's hot pussy and hard clit sought her cunt, and Hester did the same as her enflamed vagina pushed against her beloved's blonde nest.
Lying as flat as he could between Hester's slim thighs and his mother's sweetly curved ones, Rick could look up toward where the autumn forest of Hester's taut-lipped puss was shoved against Stacy's wider, plumper lipped gash. It was a sight he would never forget, an incredible erotic experience just to look. But there was more exciting pleasure in store for him. He would not only look but eat these divine fruits.
Without hesitation, as the slim labia of the redhead began to grind against the pouty ones of the blonde and the Lesbian's extra large clit penetrated the other woman's cunt, Rog's lips went to work. They moved up in the inside of Hester's race horse slim thighs, moved to his mother's fuller fleshed ones and licked at the heady mixture of their combined juices. It was like a delicious cocktail-the musky, tangy, spicy wine of two cunts, wine that was already running freely from the coupling of their pussies. He drank of it with feelings of glory, but he also moved on to finer things. With his nose pressed almost flat against the base of Hester's buttocks and his tongue extended as far as it would reach, he found these tantalizingly joined lips.
As the women's breathing grew more heavy, as Hester's hard little apples of breasts were buried deep in Stacy's full moons, as their bellies slippery with the sweat of love rubbed noisily and their entwined thighs made love, Rog achieved the ultimate of slipping his tongue between these two delicious feasts of woman flesh and began to lick at them both alternately and together.
His tongue slithered up and down Hester's tight gash, licked at the running juice that flowed into the open petals of his mother's pussy, and flickered around the clit that was driving in and out of Stacy's flaming puss. Then it moved to his mother's hotter, wetter cunt, slipping in alongside of Hester's clit, thus serving it as well as the other woman's tender flesh.
Hester's thighs locked around his head and Stacy's around his face, and the youth knew that he was in paradise, paradise from which he never wanted to be barred again. Not only was he licking the sacred cunt of his mother, but also the previously impenetrable pussy of her Lesbian lover. The combined juices of two women's cunts were like cosmic cocktail in his mouth. He was swimming in woman come and he loved it more than he had ever loved anything before in his life.
The hot-lipped love duet was sending sensations of pure lust through both women's bodies, but the added delight of the youth's tongue on their labia, twirling around their clits and dipping into their vulvas, was beyond understanding.
Hester's slim cunt lips massaged Stacy's plump ones, her clit kissed and caressed the blonde's pleasure prong, and Rog's tongue licked and his lips sucked at both of their labia at the same time. Sucked and licked until his mouth was filled with blonde and auburn pubic hair and the delicious flesh of cunt.
Hester's husky voice moaned with super pleasure, the super pleasure of finally totally conquering the woman she had worshipped for so long. But her body was also aflame from the boy's expert lickings and suckings.
Stacy, completely conquered by the two people closest to her, lay spread as though she were a rare feast to be dined on by two gourmets of lust. Her body was totally available not only to her Lesbian love's cunt, but to her son's mouth as well.
Rog's busy mouth was at his mother's cunt, that sacred and holy grove from which it had so long been barred. He drew both sides of the tender labia between his lips and sucked at them even as Hester's oversized clit drove between them. His tongue stroked the clit even as it sipped the running juices of both women's love nests.
His cock was throbbing with pleasure without even being touched, and his whole body was aflame from the two lush fruits he was devouring. His tongue slipped from his mother's cunt into Hester's, and he gloried in the tightness of the slit he had invaded only once before while she slept. If it had been delicious then, it was doubly so now, because his mother's wild cherry juice was flowing into it even as he licked and sucked it. Finally, by opening his mouth as wide as he could and extending his tongue expertly, he managed to get parts of the combined cunt lips of both women between his lips and his tongue slithering up and down their clits at the same time.
With a shout of pleasure Hester came, writhing wildly as she did. Deep in himself Rog screamed with super pleasure as he also plunged into orgasm, and Stacy, with-her whole body a super heated thing, followed them.
"I'm home now," Stacy husked. "I've come home at last and I'm never going to leave."