When the seducer, male or female, looks for a victim, the teenager offers everything. It is an age when the potential victim is aware of the excitement, the magic of sex and is naturally curious.
Even the teenage girl who fears the pain of a ruptured hymen and the danger of pregnancy, is curious and wonders what it would be like to go all the way.
Perhaps she found it easy to repulse the crude, pawing advances of older boys, but she is less likely to be able to fend off the gentle, flattering advances of a mature man. If the circumstances are right and his approach is patient, gentle and sophisticated, the girl may find herself committed before she is aware of what is happening.
The same can apply in the case of the mature woman who sets out to seduce a girl who would never even had considered participating in a lesbian act.
In the case of the woman who sets out to seduce the teenaged boy, she usually finds her victim so eager to be taken that one can almost question whether it is really seduction at all.
The boy has seen glimpses of thighs and breasts, has become excited and curious about them and the rest of the female anatomy, and hungers to see and to experience all.
Still, the woman who, acting on this knowledge, would merely take off her clothes and invite the boy to have intercourse, could hardly be termed a seductress at all and, moreover, would risk frightening her quarry away.
Even if the boy is eager to get on to the main event of sexual intercourse, her excitement and pleasure, as well as his, are enhanced if she plays out the seduction slowly, a displayed thigh, a partially revealed breast, a light feel here, then there, then a little more, until her victim, panting and perspiring, submits to her command to strip and show her his naked, trembling body.
Our society has become increasingly sexually oriented, our children, better fed and better educated, more aware of the world around them, make easier targets for seduction than was the case in any previous era. And so, seduction of the young goes on at a greater pace than previously.
To what extent this may or may not be harmful to the young who are lured into the web of sexuality, is not the subject under discussion in this work.
Harm is a vague term at best, in these matters. To some, the real harm is that of sin and shame and a soul doomed to burn in hell. To others it means something else entirely.
What I propose to display and discuss in this work, is seduction itself. We shall study the men and women who seduce; where possible, why they want to seduce the young and innocent; and we shall study the victims and see to what extent they resist and how that reluctance is broken down and rendered useless.
It is not my intention to write a handbook on how to seduce teenagers. Rather, my intention is to place the subject under the microscope of analysis and understanding so that the reader may achieve a greater understanding of this facet of our society.
Each case history I shall present here is representative only of itself. Since it involves specific persons with specific characteristics, it could not be applied wholly to any other case, yet there will be, throughout all the case histories an underlying similarity involving the desire of the seducer to seduce, and of a curious longing to know more, on the part of the victim.
I invite the reader to join me in following these and other threads as we explore the world of ... Seducers of Teens.
CHAPTER 1
At fourteen, Ron was felled by a blood disease which responded to treatment, but left him in an anemic state. As the boy went from treatment into recuperation, the doctor recommended special diet and told his mother it would be better for Ron to get away from the overcrowded, polluted area in which they lived and spend a couple of months in the country with fresh air and sunshine.
His mother had a sister who lived on a farm in another state. When Ron's aunt heard about the problem, she urged her sister to send him right away.
It wasn't a big farm and Ron's uncle was able to run it with the help of one hired hand. On arrival, Ron offered to help, but was told he could do a few light chores and nothing more, that he should swim in the creek, spend a lot of time in the sun and watch his diet carefully.
As a result, Ron spent a lot of time around the house with his Aunt Angela, a robust, laughing woman in her mid-thirties. He liked her from the start and she liked him.
Ron was fascinated by the bigness of her breasts which jutted alarmingly through whatever she wore. He kept stealing glances at them and his aunt soon became aware of his interest. Far from being bothered by it, she was rather pleased.
Her hardworking husband rarely had the energy for sex and seemed to consider her little more than a maid. In the early days, he too had been fascinated by her breasts, but it had been a long time since he'd noticed them or anything else about her. The boy's keen interest filled a need which had been nagging subtly for a long time.
Angela had never had children and wasn't accustomed to having a fourteen-year-old boy around the house, especially one who was so fascinated by her breasts.
She excited herself with the thought of walking into Ron's room, naked to the waist, or perhaps totally naked, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, telling herself that he was just an innocent little boy and the son of her own sister at that.
Perhaps she could have left it that way, but Ron, unknowingly took a hand in matters and caused a change in her thinking, put too great a strain on her good intentions.
Ron was passing the upstairs bedroom where his aunt and uncle slept, when he noticed one of her bras on a chair beside their bed. Magentized, he slipped into the room and picked up the garment. As he stared at the size of the cups, he tried to picture the breasts which would fill them. Mental images churned so strongly that he was only barely aware of opening his fly and taking a stiff penis out.
He was completely unaware of footsteps on the stairs or that they stopped at the doorway of the room.
Angela managed to stifle a gasp of surprise as she saw the boy and realized what he was doing. She held her breath as she stared in wonder.
He stood in profile to her, his face contorted with passion, his hard little penis rubbing in one of the cups of her bra. Almost instantly, shock turned to excitement mingled with pity.
Ron's eyes went wide with terror when he saw her standing in the doorway. His face flushed with color as he dropped the bra and tried to stuff his penis back into his pants.
Before he could achieve it, Angela had an arm around him and was holding him and trying to comfort him.
"It's all right, Ron," she said, her tone warm. "All boys pull themselves and a lot of them are interested in women's bras and panties and things like that. I'm not angry with you, dear."
Angela sat on the bed and had Ron sit beside her, her arm around his shoulders, his face close to the breasts which he so longed to see. Through the window, she saw her husband riding the tractor near the far end of their property. The hired hand wouldn't dare enter the house without being invited, so they had absolute privacy.
Her initial urge was to strip naked and have intercourse with the boy, but she found the strength to push the thought into the back of her mind. Comforting him was one thing, she told herself, but seducing him was another, entirely.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Angela," he said for the third time, "I just couldn't help it."
"Ron dear, I keep telling you I'm not angry. I want you to understand that. I know how my big tits must be a fascinating thing to a boy of your age. I can understand that you'd want to feel my bra and rub your dick in it."
"I ... I wasn't going to go off in it, Auntie, honest," he told her.
"It wouldn't have been any harm if you did, dear, it is just a cotton bra and it's washable. A little of your cream wouldn't have done any harm. Were you close to the edge? Were you almost ready to shoot?"
"Yes."
"We'll have to do something, dear. We can't see you suffering as you are."
"But I know I did a bad thing, Auntie. I don't see how you can be nice to me like this. I deserve to be punished."
"All right, dear, I think I can see your point. When a boy feels he has done something naughty, he needs to be punished in some way. I'm not angry with you, but I am going to punish you because I think you need it. Right now, I'm going to take your pants down, take you over my lap and give you a spanking on your bare bum. After that, I'll take your poor little bird in my hand and pull it for you. I know, you can hold my bra and when you go off, let your cream shoot into one of the big cups of my bra. That should make you feel a lot better. Stand up now, dear and I'll take your pants down for a spanking."
Trembling, not sure he could understand all his aunt was saying, he got to his feet, with a little help, then she was opening the top of his pants and pulling them and his briefs down.
As he looked down at his naked penis, he saw that it had gone soft. Ron felt he should be blushing at showing his organ to his aunt like that, but he wasn't.
The boy's pants fell to his ankles, then his aunt raised her bottom from the bed and jerked her dress up. She wore no stockings, and as she sat on the edge of the bed again, he saw her big, smooth white thighs and felt his body trembling with excitement. Her dress had been pulled so high that he saw a little of her white panties between the tops of her thighs.
"Come now, Ron, lie over my lap for your spanking," she told him and took him by the arm and helped him into position. "Yes, there, that's it, your dickie is tucked between my thighs. They'll keep it nice and warm while I warm your bare bum with my hand. That's it, just lie as you are, dear, Auntie will do the rest."
Holding his right arm with her left hand, Angela's right hand patted the smooth young cheeks, then she was spanking them. She had never spanked before and wondered why she had decided to spank him, then what had been meant as punishment for the boy, became something wildly sexual to her.
She didn't spank hard but the sounds of the smacks, the feel of a buttock under her slapping hand and the squirming of the boy on her thighs drove her wild with arousal. And then there was another factor as she felt his penis stiffening between her thighs.
Angela came close to losing control as she realized that he was sharing the erotic excitement of the spanking, that it was doing to him just what it was doing to her.
Not knowing what to do, she went on spanking and his nether cheeks became pink all over, then the color began a gradual transition to hot red.
Angela fought against her desire as she went on smacking his squirming bottom, fearing she would not have the strength to resist seducing him, then there was another unexpected development, one which solved the problem for her.
"Oh ... I've got to ... I can't...." his words failed and a groan broke from him. At the same moment, the woman felt his semen shooting between her thighs.
"Let it go, darling," she urged, "that's it ... shoot it all on my thighs. ... You'll feel better now," she encouraged as spurt after spurt of semen pumped into the silken nest in which his penis was buried.
When he was finished, she held him on her bare thighs and fondled his red buttocks, marveling at the heat of them.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" she asked as her hand continued to fondle his buttocks.
"Yes, Auntie. You ... you're so good to me. You don't get mad."
"Why should I get mad? That spanking excited me as much as it did you. I'd never spanked anyone before. Is your bum hurting too much?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's all tingly and feels so good. I didn't know spanking was like that. It was the first one for me too."
"Then you really liked it?"
"Oh yes, it was great. Sure, it stung like mad, but I didn't want you to stop. I can't understand it. It made me cry like that, but still I liked it all the way. I didn't want you to stop."
"I'm afraid I don't understand it either, dear," Angela told him. "Right now though, I've got a lot of things to. think about. Be a dear and get me a towel so I can wipe my thighs."
Getting off her lap, Ron pulled his pants and briefs up, covering a warm, tingling behind, then he hurried to get the towel. She gave him a warm smile when he returned with it.
"You sure had a lot of cream, dear," she told him as she parted her big thighs to wipe off the semen.
In doing so, she showed the crotch of her panties and the boy trembled as he saw tendrils of pubic hair curling around the edges.
"Do you like my panties too, Ron?" she asked with a smile.
"I like everything about you, Auntie, especially now, after all this."
"We'll talk again, dear, when we get a chance. I hear the tractor coming this way. Maybe you should go to your room and get settled down."
Angela did a lot of thinking and much of it concerned her relationship with her nephew. The excitement of the spanking continued to amaze her as she recalled the wild thrill of having him lying on her thighs while she smacked his smooth cheeks.
That he had so enjoyed it, made her wonder whether she too would enjoy being spanked, and if so, just what she was going to do about it.
As they prepared for bed that night, Angela did her best to get her husband interested in sex, but he grunted, turned his back and was asleep almost at once. Frustration gripped her and she contrasted his lack of interest in sex, with the eager attitude of her nephew.
Although Angela didn't know it then, she was already well on the way to making a momentous decision, one which would have a profound effect on the formation and direction of the boy's sexual tastes.
When her husband went out to do the chores the next morning, Angela went to Ron's room and woke him with a cup of tea. She sat on the edge of his bed until he was fully awake.
"We're going to have a long talk this afternoon, dear," she told him and rubbed a hand through his hair. "I want a promise from you right now."
"What's that, Aunt Angela?"
"I want you to promise that, no matter what, you won't pull yourself this morning. Do you promise?"
"Yes, but why?"
"I'm not really sure myself, dear," she told him. "I have so much to work out in my mind and we have so much to talk about. Maybe this afternoon I'll pull you off in my bra. Do boys still call it pulling off?"
"Yes, or jerking off or pulling your wire."
"I knew a man who called it beating his bishop or pounding his pudding," she told him and they laughed.
It wasn't easy to resist the urge to wrap a hand around his bishop, which had become excitingly hard, so he went to the bathroom, then got dressed and went downstairs.
Ron did all his chores, then looked around for other things he could do to kill time. Fortunately, they ate lunch at noon, then by one o'clock, his uncle had gone back out to the fields. Ron offered to help with the dishes and he and his aunt hurried through them. The kitchen in order, they went upstairs to her room, the boy following her, watching the working of her chubby buttocks in her tight skirt and admiring her shapely legs. He noticed that she was wearing nylons, the first time she had done so since his arrival.
"So you really enjoyed your spanking, did you?" Angela asked as she sat on a chair and motioned him toward the bed, opposite. As she sat, she crossed her legs and he caught an exciting glimpse of nylon sheathed thighs and expanded nylon tops.
"I sure did. I was so excited I had a tough time getting to sleep last night."
"I understand, dear, it was the same with me. In fact, I had to put my finger in my pussy and have a couple of comes before I could get to sleep."
"I pulled myself off. I didn't know girls did it though."
"Sure. A woman gets a finger in her pussy and fingers a little bud, it's called a clitoris. When she does that, she has a come that can be very, very strong and good. She doesn't shoot though, it all happens inside her pussy."
"I'm getting so excited again, Auntie," Ron told her, his face flushed. "Are you really going to pull me off today?"
"Probably, dear. Tell me, would you like another spanking on the bare bum?"
"Yes, I think so. I don't know if it could be as good as it was yesterday."
"I think it could be even more exciting, dear," she told him and he saw her pull the hem of her dress higher, showing bare skin above her nylons. "Do you like the way my legs and thighs look in nylons? I wore them and a garter belt, especially for you."
"Oh yes, they're beautiful. Gee, Auntie, I'm so excited."
"Think about being bare naked and lying across my thighs," she told him, then opened the top button of her blouse, causing his eyes to widen with excitement. "I'm going to take my blouse off, dear," she told him, then opened another button. "You're going to see my bra, but not just empty on a chair. You'll see what it looks like when it's filled with my nice big tits. Do you want to see that, darling?"
"Oh yes," he groaned and felt his penis throb.
While he stared, she unfastened the rest of the buttons, pulled her blouse open, held it for a few seconds as he feasted on the sight of a black, shiny bra, then she pulled the blouse off and tossed it away.
"I wore my prettiest bra for you, dear," she told him, then he watched her hands go to the bra and fondle the big cups, a look of passion on her face. "It feels so good," she said with a sigh. "My tits are so big and so firm."
"Please, Auntie, let me feel," he asked, his eyes pleading silently.
"Later, dear, after I've spanked your bum-bum and made it all nice and tingly for you. I don't want to get my skirt all wrinkled while I'm spanking you," she said as she got to her feet, "so I guess I'd better take it off. I'm not wearing any slip, just my black, nylon panties. You may like the way I look in just my bra and panties."
While the boy sat trembling, she turned her back to him, unfastened the waist of her skirt, then the zipper sounded loud in the quiet room as she pushed it down. A second later, she was pushing the skirt down and Roy was staring in erotic delight at the sight of sheer panties, black nylon caressing white skin and showing much of her ample buttocks which the garment failed to cover. Where the panties did cover, they didn't hide, and then he was staring at the shadowy valley between her massive buttocks. It was a sight he couldn't even have dreamed of and it caused perspiration to run down his body.
The sight was no less exciting when she turned to face him, smiling warmly.
"Strip bare naked now, dear," she told him, "then I'll take you on my lap and give you a spanking. When you've been spanked, we're going to have lots of fun."
Her eyes shone with passion as she watched the boy undressing, his trembling fingers inefficiently fumbling with his clothes.
"I'm going to try not to go too far with you, Ron," she told him, "not to go all the way, but I'm not sure I am going to be able to stop once I get started. You understand what I mean, dear?"
"I ... I think so. I'm not sure."
"Well, dear, what I mean is that since I'm your aunt, it wouldn't really be right for me to fuck you. I'm going to try to stop short of that."
"I hope you can't stop," he told her quietly. I want to fuck. It has to be a lot more fun than just pulling in your hand."
"My you look pretty when you're bare naked with your prick stiff like that. We'll stop talking about fucking. Come lie over my beautiful big thighs and I'll spank fires into your smooth little ass. After that, I think I'll be ready for you to give me a spanking," she told him and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
"You mean ... on the bare bum?"
"That's what I mean. I have to know what it's like. I'll take my panties down and lie over your lap. I think you'll know what to do from there."
"Please Auntie, when it's time, let me take off your panties for you. I'd love to take a woman's panties down very slowly and look at her bare bum. Yours is so white and big and beautiful."
"We'll see, dear. Come take your spanking now," she told him as she sat on the armless chair and patted her thighs in invitation.
His penis twitching as he walked, Ron went to his aunt and lay across her thighs, groaning with arousal as his bare skin rubbed warmly across them. She took her time about positioning him, looked out the window to check her husband's location, then, smiling, began the spanking.
The thrill was as great for her as it had been the day before and, despite his crying and kicking, he found it even more thrilling. As she had done previously, she spanked until his buttocks had been totally covered with a warm shade of red and he was crying loudly, squirming, his legs kicking, then she stopped and played with warm, exciting nether cheeks while fires raged inside the crotch of her panties.
When Ron got off his aunt's lap, she watched, smiling, as he twisted in front of a mirror to see the color she had smacked into his buttocks. Even through his tears, she could see how delighted and stimulated he was, and what his eyes told her, his stiff penis confirmed.
"Do it to me, Ron," she said, urgency in her tone as she stood. "Take my panties down and spank my bare ass."
Hurrying to his aunt, Ron wiped his eyes so that he could see better, then dropped to his knees behind her. His hands went to her panties, but instead of pulling them down, he fondled and squeezed the big cheeks as he trembled with anticipation, telling himself that he wasn't dreaming, that he was really going to see and then spank her excitingly big, smooth behind.
"Hurry dear," she panted as her hands squeezed the cups of her bra hard, "take my panties down and spank my bare ass. Make it sting like I made yours sting and make my big cheeks all rosy red and hot."
Ron moved his hands to the waistband of Angela's panties, fumbled, then was able to grip them and begin to pull them down. As he unveiled her big, white bottom while she panted with arousal, his heart hammered in his rib cage.
Nothing he had ever seen could compare with the exciting beauty of peeling the black panties down to bare the magnificently formed white cheeks and the deep, mysterious valley between.
And then her panties stretched across her thighs, well below her naked bottom, and he stole a feel of both cheeks before he got up and went to sit on the chair. As she walked to him, his eyes moved down from the jutting bra cups to admire the wide triangle of black foliage on the base of her tummy and between her thighs.
And then she was standing at his right side, she paused, then groaned aloud as she lay across his bare thighs and covered his twitching penis. She wondered whether the rubbing which would be involved in the spanking would cause him to go off as it had the previous day, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that she was going to be spanked for the first time in her life and her fourteen-year-old nephew was going to do the spanking.
But before he could commence spanking, Ron had to fondle and squeeze her buttocks as she rubbed impatiently on his thighs and panted for him to start the spanking at once. Reluctantly, he released the cheek he had been holding and gave it a stinging smack. His arm went up again and his hand came down on the other cheek. With each contact, a little grunt broke from the boy and it was joined by a squeal of delight from his aunt as she loved the feel of the first two spanks and knew she was going to like those which followed, at least equally.
Ron couldn't believe his good fortune as he went on spanking the big cheeks which bounced as the sting of the smacking worked into the fleshy mounds and the pristine white changed to exciting pink while nylon sheathed legs kicked furiously and his aunt cried as he had cried during his two spankings.
It took a lot of spanking to paint the big cheeks the shade of pink he wanted, but he was delighted to apply the necessary number of spanks to do the job. He wanted to go on and keep slapping until her buttocks were rosy red, but his mind finally began to work and told him that if he got her buttocks too sore, she wouldn't enjoy the spanking and that she may never let him do it again. After that, there were only two more spanks, one on each cheek, then he felt the hot rounds, his hands constantly moving over warm, red nether cheeks.
Her crying softened and stopped, then she was rubbing hotly across his thighs and penis and he sensed he had not overdone it, that she was still aroused and happy and that she would want to be spanked again.
Only then did he recall her words which indicated she may take him to bed and have intercourse with him. As the thought grew stronger in his mind, he trembled and did his best to get his hand into her crotch to feel the mystery of womanhood which she kept hidden there. Because her thighs were pressed together, he couldn't quite attain his goal, so he resumed rubbing her buttocks and using a finger to explore her exciting crack.
When she got off his lap, her panties falling around her feet, Aunt Angela's eyes shone wetly as she rubbed at her madly tingling buttocks with both hands while she did a little dance which caused her feet to tangle in her fallen panties, almost causing her to fall. Seeing that, Ron crouched beside her and she supported herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them. As she went on doing the exciting little dance, Ron watched her crotch and was rewarded with glimpses of her vulva under the bushy crown of pubic hair.
As he looked higher and saw her bra, he thought with irony that while her breasts had been the first part of her to draw his erotic interest, they were going to be the last part of her he was to see. She smiled when he told her that.
"More than just that, dear," she told him, smiling. "If it hadn't been for your interest in my bra, none of this would have happened. Come on to the bed, darling, I'll let you take my bra off. You've surely earned the right to see and play with my big tits."
Ron had difficulty unhooking her bra, but that was just another exciting element to his aunt as she watched their reflection in the mirror. At last, he slipped the final hook and it popped open.
Angela pulled the straps off her arms and thought her nephew was going to faint as he stared at her big breasts, trembling violently. Her breasts jutted like balloons that had been filled a little too full of air and would explode at the slightest touch. He tried, with difficulty, to focus on one nipple, then on both, then on the entire package.
"You haven't said anything, dear," Angela teased, "don't you like Auntie's pretty little titties?"
"Little?" he gasped. "Holy mackrel, they must be the biggest in the world. Oh Auntie, I never saw anything so exciting."
"That's what you said about my bum when you took my panties down. Which do you like better, my tits or my ass?"
"I ... I don't know. Please, may I feel them?"
"Of course, dear, get on the bed with me and have a feel day. Rub them up, make my nipples long and hard, then see how much tit you can stuff into your mouth. I love having my tits sucked and your uncle hasn't done that in a long time."
"He must be nuts," the boy said and his aunt laughed.
"I think so too, he's even too lazy to lie down on my belly and fuck me. That's why I have to keep fingering my cunt all the time, because I can never get him to stick his cock in it and give me what I want."
"I'd love to do that, Auntie," Ron told her as he went on playing with her breasts, watching her nipples elongate.
"I have a feeling you're going to, darling. I know it isn't right for an aunt to do that with her nephew, but fuck it. I'm too horny now to think of what's right or wrong. I just want to get fucked. Get some tit in your mouth, dear," she urged. "Take all you can and suck it, then you can take my cunt and fuck it."
Ron filled his mouth with breast, then he was sucking greedily while his aunt rubbed his face and head, pressing against his face, trying to stuff more of it into his warm mouth.
"Oh my God, darling, it's lovely the way you suck my tits, but I need something more now. I want a hard prick in my cunt. I want you lying on my belly and fucking me."
"Oh yes, Auntie," Ron replied, eagerly as she fell back on the bed and opened her legs wide.
Hurriedly, he crouched and stared at the folds of her vulva in the thrilling frame of her wide, warm crotch. He felt his penis throbbing with desire and was so wildly aroused that he feared he was going to cry. The excitement of it all was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh Auntie, it's so exciting. Please, may I touch it?"
"Yes dear, feel Auntie's cunt. See how hot it is. If you want to, you can finger it a little and make it juicy," she told him, panting. "First, see where your uncle is and then hurry back before I catch fire and burn up.
Ron hurried toward the window, felt panic when he didn't see the man, then he spotted him crouching in the field, far away from the house. As he ran back to the bed, his aunt smiled at the sight of his male equipment in motion.
"Come and get it, you darling lover," she panted and rubbed a hand over her vulva. "Get that cock in me fast, then fuck me real slow. Make it last as long as you can. You'll never know how long my pussy has been waiting for this fuck."
"I've been waiting longer than you," he told her as he knelt between her widely spread legs. "I never had a fuck yet. I thought I was gonna have to wait years yet."
"It's only seconds now, darling. Go ahead and push it up my cunt, then you'll be ready for your first fuck. I hope it's as big a thrill for you as it is for me."
It was a shared delight as the boy lowered himself onto his aunt's naked body, then he was pushing his hard little penis into the enveloping heat of her moist organ and her arms wrapped around him as though she feared the boy would escape.
But he had no thought of escaping as he pushed hard and then his penis was buried in her, his body pressing hotly in her crotch.
"Do I just work it in and out now?" Ron asked her.
"Yes, darling, but be slow. You're going to go off fast enough as it is. Yes, that's the way, dear, nice and slow and easy. Oh Jesus, it feels lovely to have you riding on my belly like this. Get your face in between my tits. That's it .. oh Jesus, what joy. I may not just come. I may go straight to Heaven and never come back to earth."
Wanting to make his strokes even longer, Roy pulled his organ back a little too far and as he pushed ahead, found that he was outside the door as he jabbed her in the crotch.
"Don't worry, dear," she told him, calmly, "just stick it in again. There, that's the way, you dear, darling boy. Fuck your horny old Auntie's hot cunt just like you're doing."
Realizing that he couldn't possible last long enough to bring her to orgasm, Angela put a hand between them and found her clitoris with the tip of a finger. While his penis stroked inside her vagina, her finger rubbed hotly and she felt the early tension which told her she was going to make it in time after all.
But she didn't quite. She was poised on the brink when her nephew panted and grunted as he ground down in her crotch and she felt his semen shooting strongly into her. Seconds later, she climaxed too and crushed him with her strong arms and legs as the orgasm spread through her entire being.
The next morning, Angela bathed carefully and, after checking where her husband was, went to wake Ron. rather than the usual cup of tea, she presented herself, totally naked. She shook him by the shoulder and at the sight of his naked aunt looming over him, he woke fast.
Getting into bed beside him, she took him in her arms and they kissed passionately as his hands explored her body and his penis stiffened.
"Oh Auntie, are you going to start my day with a spanking?"
"Yes dear, that is, I'm going to if you'll warm my arse for me."
"I sure will. And then are we going to fuck?"
"Yes. I've said good bye to my good intentions about not fucking you. For the rest of the time you spend here, I'm going to fuck the ass off you. I'm not sure it's good for your recuperation, but it shouldn't really do you an, harm."
"It is good for me, Auntie. I feel better and stronger today than I've felt for a long time."
"Your cock feels strong enough," she said as she took it in her hand. I don't know about the rest of you though."
"Auntie, tell me something. I've heard the guys talk about cunt lapping. Do men really suck women's cunts?"
"Oh yes, a lot of them do. So for that matter do a lot of women."
"What is it like? To suck a woman's cunt, I mean."
"I can't tell you, dear. I've never sucked one and I've never had mine sucked. I hear it's really great."
"I'd like to find out, Auntie, if you would."
"You better believe I would. What made you think of cunt lapping, dear?"
"Yesterday, when I looked into your crotch for the first time, I just had an urge to press my face into it. You know, it looked so warm and exciting there, your cunt and your smooth thighs and the bottom of your bum cheeks."
"Oh what a lover you are, you darling boy. So often I've wished your uncle would go down on me and eat pussy," she told him. "Let's have our spankings first to get all warmed up and ready for it. I've just had a bath, so you will have a nice clean cunt to eat. I'm told the way you eat pussy is to suck it for a while, then get your tongue right inside it and lap around. That's why it's called cunt lapping. Here, give me your finger and I'll show you where my clit is. See? Right up near the top of my slit. I think it would be best if you'd suck, then lick around inside my slit, then get your tongue on my little passion bud and lick it until I come. Can you remember where it is, darling?"
He assured her he would remember, then he went over her big thighs and she spanked him. He cried as she turned his buttocks a hot looking shade of red, but he loved it so that he was a little disappointed when she finally stopped.
But his disappointment was short lived as they changed places and then she lay naked across his thighs while he set about smacking color into her big cheeks. After she had been crying and kicking for a while, he decided that the color was just right, so he stopped and played with her buttocks until she pushed to her feet, her big breasts swaying as she rubbed at the hot tingling behind her.
"I'm not sure about the right position for cunt lapping," she told him with a puzzled frown. "Tell you what, I'll just lie on my back with a couple of pillows under my ass. I think that should work."
She stacked two pillows on the bed, then she was lying on her back with her hot behind on them, her legs spread wide and her knees bent up.
"Do you think you can get at my pussy with your mouth, dear?" she asked.
"Oh yes. I can't wait, Auntie. Here I come," Ron said, panting as he stared into the excitement of her wide open crotch.
He hurried his face to her, breathed deeply of a faint suggestion of a musky odor, then his mouth was on her soft, warm organ and he was sucking. Ron discovered that he was able to explore her thighs, hips and belly with his two hands, so he did that while he sucked with thrilling greed and kept his aunt moaning, sighing and urging him on as she played with her breasts, squeezing them until it actually hurt, but as in the case of spanking, it was pleasure pain, so she didn't stop.
When he had his mouth fitted to her vulva so that she knew she wouldn't hamper his activities, Angela closed her legs a little so she could rub him with her thighs. In doing so, she added a whole new dimension of pleasure to the act for the eagerly sucking boy who urged her on with his rubbing hands.
He remembered about his tongue, then worked it into her vagina as far as he could reach. He heard her groan and decided she liked it. He heard her groaning more loudly as he probed, then she was asking for something else, her tone rough with passion, husky and exciting.
"I'm so hot and horny, darling, find my clit and lick it. Make me come, lover, make me come."
Ron drew his tongue back and probed for her clitoris. At first he couldn't find it, then his tongue touched what he hoped was it. Her loud cry and the jerking of her body told him he had scored a direct hit, so he kept licking on the hard little bud.
He had been licking there for less than a minute, thrilling to every lick, when her thighs rubbed more strongly, her cries filled the room and she pushed his mouth away from her organ, capturing his face between her rubbing thighs as her behind bounced on the pillows in magnificent orgasm.
"Oh Jesus," she said later, sighing, "I've never had a come like that in my life. It was out of this world. How was it for you, darling?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"I loved it, Auntie. I'll want to suck your cunt all the time."
"Well, all the time may be a bit much, but I'll sure want you to do it often. Maybe I'll stop wearing panties so that when I'm in the mood, I can just jerk my skirt up and you can go down and lap my pussy. Think of it, you could do it while I'm washing dishes, ironing, doing all sorts of things."
"I don't know about that," he told her and she saw a grin spreading across his face. "When I think of how you acted when you came, I think it would be awful hard on the dishes." They enjoyed a laugh together, then Angela realized that his penis was still stiff and knew he was more than ready to do something about it.
"All right, darling," she told him as she hugged him, "you used your mouth to bring me off, would you like me to use my mouth to do the same for you?"
"You mean ... ," he paused, "suck my cock?"
"Yes. I've never done it, but after all, you'd never sucked a cunt either. If you prefer, of course, you could give me a nice fuck. Heaven knows, I'd like that plenty."
"Gee, Auntie, if you really don't mind, I think it would be great to feel you sucking my cock. Should I let you know just before I shoot so you can take your mouth off it?"
"Let me know, yes, but not for that reason. When I suck you off, I want to feel your cream shooting into my mouth. I want to suck your balls dry and drink every drop of your cream.
In his excitement, Ron hoped it wouldn't involve standing up. His knees, he felt sure, wouldn't be able to support him.
"Lie back on the bed, lover," she told him, licking her lips and adding to his arousal. "Auntie is going to take her lover's hard cock in her mouth and suck it off. Give auntie a nice big drink of warm cream," she said as she lay partially across his body, then she guided Ron's penis to her mouth, formed a little circle with her lips and pushed the organ slowly into it, causing him to moan with ecstasy.
Angela sucked on the head for a little while, then lowered her face to him and pushed the full length into her mouth. She sucked and mouthed his bone for a while, then wondered why he wasn't ejaculating, aroused as he obviously was.
She got an idea then and began working her mouth up and down on the shaft, simulating the action of a penis in a vagina during intercourse.
"Oh yes, Auntie, yes," he panted and they both knew she had found the right way of sucking a penis. "That's gonna make me shoot real fast. I'm getting close, I can feel it getting ready to happen. Get ready, Auntie, I'm going ... I'm...."
His voice broke and then he was panting and grunting, groaning like a dying man as her mouth accepted what he shot into it and sucked for more.
Angela swallowed his early production, then kept the last of it in her mouth and when he was forced to pull his spent member away from her sucking mouth, he saw that her cheeks were bulging. At first he thought she was afraid to swallow it, but when he saw how her eyes were shining, he knew he was wrong.
Later, after she had finally swallowed it, Angela told him that when she kept the semen in her mouth, it fizzed like toothpaste.
The long summer was a continuing orgy for woman and boy and then came the time of heartbreak for both when it was time to return home, a healthy, sexually mature boy of almost fifteen.
"It hurts me too, darling, but you'll find girls. Let the word get around that you like lapping cunt and you'll be surprised at how many girls, even older ones, will let you into their panties. You'll get all the fucking you want."
"How about spanking, though? I'm sure going to miss that too."
"Have faith in yourself, darling. You know more about sex than a lot of men twice your age. You'll find ways. You'll find beautiful girls who will enjoy taking your pants down to spank your ass. You may even be able to teach some of them to enjoy being spanked."
"It still won't be the same as with a beautiful woman like you."
"Who says you can't get a woman?" Angela said and went on to give him advice on how to let a mature woman know he would like to play games with her. "There are a lot of married women out there who would give their eye teeth to spank a handsome young man like you, than have him go down and eat cunt."
Both managed to hide their tears when Ron's mother arrived to pick him up.
Ron was sure he would never get over the heartbreak, but young hearts have a way of healing. The recuperative process was speeded up the first time a girl at school, a very attractive girl a year older than he, whispered to him in the corridor and asked if he would like to visit her that evening, telling him pointedly that her parents would be out and that they would be alone.
"Is it true that you do special things with your mouth and your tongue?" she asked.
Smiling confidently, he assured her it was very true.
That evening, he enjoyed the delight of watching the young beauty strip naked with him, then, after a bout of foreplay, he performed cunnilingus on her and drove her wild with delight.
Later, she was only too pleased to spank him and make him cry, then she surprised him by producing a condom. He fumbled as he fitted it on and rolled it down the shaft of his stiff penis, then he displayed more of his summertime training as they enjoyed intercourse.
Because of his age, she wouldn't date him regularly, she had a regular boyfriend, but she invited him to her home often enough, and he found other girls as well, so many, that all through high school and college, Ron had more offers of sex than he could handle.
He made a habit of spending his summers with his aunt and uncle, mostly with his aunt, of course, and even now, when he is married to a beautiful woman who enjoys spanking and all his favorite sexual acts as much as he. Ron visits the farm from time to time, just to say thank you in a way his aunt understands so well.
CHAPTER 2
Candy's home life was not a happy or even a pleasant one. Her parents disapproved of her and her friends, and, she saw, disapproved of each other since they were at each other almost constantly.
The only time they didn't seem to be bickering was when her father stayed in town for the evening as he often did. He claimed that it was for business reasons, but Candy often heard her mother accusing him of chasing tail, as she called it.
Candy wished they wouldn't air their troubles for her benefit, she didn't want to hear about them, but in conversation with others her age, she learned that many parents did so.
"I think in their own dumb way," one of her friends once told her, "they're trying to win our approval. Each time they do it, the one who does is saying, in effect, look what a shit your father, or your mother, is. You see, I try to do my best to make this a happy home, but look at him-her."
Candy was impressed by the observation and paid closer attention to her parents after that, confirming that it was a valid observation and provided a better explanation of their conduct than anything else she could see.
She was sixteen then and dating, but while other girls talked about marriage or thought about it, it was probably the farthest thing from her mind. She had no firm ideas regarding career, but she told herself she wasn't going to waste the rest of her life on marriage if it could be no better than the marriages she saw around her.
"Why do they get married in the first place?" she asked a friend one evening when they were discussing parents and marriages.
"Because they were in love," he replied with a grin. "They were horny, sex was new and exciting and they thought it was going to be great forever. After the newness wore off, they saw the flaws they should have seen before and they began to get on each other's nerves."
"Then why didn't they break it up?" Candy asked him, impressed with his maturity and his understanding of things around him, things she couldn't understand.
"Usually because they're already in a rut and too lazy to get out of it. The woman has her security and if she gave it up she'd have to go to work to support herself. They'll never tell you that though. They have a pat statement and they all use it. We keep the marriage together for your sake, dear, for the sake of the children."
"Well, I suppose there's something to be said for that," she replied.
"Sure there is, but it's all crap. Look around you, Candy. See all the kids freaking on acid, pills, the works. I don't mean just pot, I mean the real bad news stuff. A lot of those kids come from those homes that were kept together for the sake of the children. When one of those kids sets out to blow his mind, he's not just escaping. I have a hunch it's more often a statement, look, I'm going to destroy myself, see? It's all your fault. I wanted to live with love, not fighting and nagging. This will make you sorry, you fuckups."
"That sounds awfully impressive, but does it really make sense?"
"Yes. Look at the worst looking of the speed and acid freaks, the motorcycle hoods. They look and sound like the last people in the world who want to be loved, but don't let that fool you, Candy. When you want something real bad and can't have it, what do you do? You tell yourself you don't want it. In time, you come to believe the lie, or at least you think you believe it, but way down inside you're wanting real bad and you're hurting real bad, so you just shout it louder, I don't want it ... I DON'T WANT IT."
"It does make sense now," Candy said, impressed by the seeming wisdom of the youth who, at nineteen, seemed so much older and wiser than she.
But while the conversation helped her understand many things, it didn't improve her attitude toward marriage. It still struck her as being a bad news deal at best, especially if the couple chose to have children.
It was that thought, more than anything else, which kept her a virgin. She liked petting especially with youths she could trust to stop when she put the brakes on, liked the feeling of sexual arousal, but not enough to risk becoming pregnant.
Some of the boys showed condoms and tried to make her believe it would be safe, but her philosopher friend had shown her an article which rated the condom as one of the least effective methods of contraception, so she wasn't having any of it.
"I've got a right to make mistakes," was her attitude, "but if one of them causes an innocent baby to be born, he pays for it. No thanks."
But there was nothing abnormal about her sex drive. After a date when the petting had been hot and heavy, she would return home with her body hungering, the ache right in her crotch. Hurrying to her room, she would strip and attend to that ache, fondling her well developed breasts, stroking her vulva, pushing a finger as far into her warm vagina as she could get it, then fingering her sensitive clitoris until orgasm erupted. Some nights, she would have two or three orgasms that way before falling asleep.
She knew there had to be something better, but decided to let it ride for the time being. Later, when she was older, she told herself, she would force her mother to arrange for her to go on the pill so that she could play the game with safety.
Her philosopher friend returned to college, and while Candy had other friends, none were as interesting, none able to understand and talk about the things he could.
More and more, Candy accepted babysitting assignments. She got a moderate allowance, as much as most of the kids she knew, but she liked to augment it, liked to be able to buy the extras she wanted and still have something in her bank account.
She saw more of marriage that way, sometimes hearing a couple scrapping before they went out, more frequently after they returned, usually drunk.
Candy added spice to her babysitting in her own way. When her charges were asleep, she would take her panties off and put them in her purse, just in case there were any sudden interruptions.
There was a special, naughty quality to masturbation in somebody else's house, in unfamiliar surroundings. Sometimes she would stand in front of a mirror to finger herself, other times, she'd just sit on the edge of a comfortable chair and do it. Part of the excitement lay in wondering how the man of the house would react if he were to catch her with her legs wide apart, her finger working in her slit.
During one such session of masturbation, Candy was interrupted by the ringing of the door bell. Answering it, she saw a smiling, attractive woman in her thirties. The woman had come to return a book, but instead of leaving, she paused to chat with Candy.
Candy felt an affinity to the woman and invited her to come in and chat. Since she was sufficiently a friend of the family to borrow books, she reasoned that it would be all right to invite her in.
The woman, who identified herself as Brenda, seemed pleased to accept the invitation. Candy wondered why she liked Brenda so, why she could talk so easily with her, then she realized Brenda reminded her of her absent friend, the philosopher whom she missed so much.
They were still talking eagerly when her employers got home. They welcomed Brenda and showed Candy that they did not mind her entertaining a mature woman while she was sitting.
When she left, Candy was accompanied by the woman who insisted on driving her home, even though it was only a few blocks away along well lighted streets. When they reached Candy's house, they chatted for a while in the car which was parked under a streetlight. Candy noticed the woman stealing glimpses of her thighs from time to time, the hem of her skirt being hiked up a little. She found it strange, but it didn't bother her, especially since the hem of Brenda's dress was hiked much higher, showing the tops of her nylons and a little skin above. The woman, Candy observed, had very beautiful thighs which, like the rest of her, appeared to be very firm and well looked after.
Before Candy got out of the car, the woman gave her a card with her address and phone number and invited her to call when she had a free evening so that they could chat some more.
Candy called her the next evening and Brenda invited her to come to visit. Her apartment appeared more than just comfortably furnished and appointed, there was a subtle suggestion of wealth, but it was in excellent taste.
At first, Candy thought she felt a little tension, but it passed and they were soon chatting easily again. Brenda asked her about her dating, and Candy told her all about it. Sensing that Brenda approved and was impressed, she went on to tell much of her philosophy about love, marriage and sex.
Brenda appeared to be delighted that Candy showed such maturity when she was still a little shy of seventeen, and she told her so, adding to the girl's pleasure.
"Some of your ideas and attitudes are very close to mine, Candy," Brenda told her, "but it took me much longer to form them."
"Which ones?" Candy asked, showing keen interest.
"Marriage, for one, though there is a difference in our basic attitudes. You see, I've had nothing to do with men for years, and since I'm thirty-three now, it's not likely that I'll change."
"Then there is a difference," Candy agreed. "It does excite me to kiss and let a boy feel me up a bit. In a year or so, I'm going to force mother to put me on the pill so I can find out what it's all about."
"Good luck to you, dear," Brenda said with what Candy thought was a trace of sadness. "I hope you enjoy it."
"You sound as though you don't think I will."
"Then that isn't fair of me. Lots of women enjoy sex with men, I guess. I'm just one who doesn't, that's all. It could turn out great for you."
"How can you do it, Brenda? Sure, I'm getting along by using my finger when pussy gets hungry," she said, delighted with her boldness and hoping she wouldn't blow it all by blushing, "but I'd hate to think of a lifetime of just using my finger to get my sexual jollies."
"Perish the thought, so would I," Brenda said with feeling.
"Then you're beginning to lose me, Brenda. I mean if you don't dig men and don't settle for the finger thing, what's left?"
"Well, there is another sex, dear. It's called female."
As she got the meaning, blood rushed to Candy's cheeks and she hated herself for blushing.
"I'm sorry, dear," Brenda said, warmly, "I see I've shocked you."
"No, really," Candy protested quickly. "It was a surprise, but I'm not shocked."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't rape you. Have you ever known any lesbians, Candy?"
"Two, but I didn't know they were and the way I found out was kind of a shock, I guess."
"Tell me dear, I'm interested," Brenda said and leaned forward in her chair, causing the hem of her dress to ride higher and display more of her luscious thighs.
"It was a field trip at school, a few months ago. We had all split up and I was walking with the teacher and a boy. For some reason or other, we weren't talking and then as we stepped into this little clearing, we almost tripped over them, two girls. The fronts of their dresses were open and one of them had her bra unfastened. They both had their panties off and one of the girls was just pulling her face out of the other girl's crotch. There couldn't be any mistake about what she had been doing there."
"The poor dears, what a shock that must have been," Brenda said with feeling.
"Yes, that's the way I felt, once the shock wore off. I think the teacher and the other guy thought it was a great sight to see, before the girls could cover up their bottoms and crotches, but I felt so sorry for them. I wanted to cry."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Candy. Many girls your age would have been revolted and would have called them dirty names. Perhaps there's more of yourself that you don't know yet."
"What do you mean, Brenda?"
"Forget I said it, dear. It wouldn't be fair of me to answer that question."
"No, please," Candy persisted. "Do you mean that maybe deep inside, I'm really a lesbian and just don't know it?"
"Heavens no. I guess what I do mean is that in your sensitivity, you may have the potential to enjoy making love with another woman. Many women have it but go through life without ever discovering it. I suspect that the ones who have the strongest potential are those who profess to be so horrified at the thought, the ones who use names like queers and dykes."
"I really don't know, Brenda. I guess I've just never thought of it."
"Not even after the incident in the woods? Didn't you wonder what it would be like to have your pussy lapped as they were doing?"
"Well yes, I guess I did. Look, you mentioned sensitivity a while ago, I thought most lesbians were kind of rough and manish."
"Some are, dear, just as some male homosexuals are rough trade, but generally, the homosexual of either sex is sensitive and gentle. That's what it's all about with me. Notice how I'm sitting now. I'm showing quite a bit of my thighs and they're pretty nice ones, even if I do say it myself."
"I've noticed that, Brenda. I think they're beautiful. I suspect that applies to all of you."
"Thank you, dear, you have reason to know what beauty is all about," Brenda told her and boldly looked her over, from her face to her knees, "but I wasn't just fishing for praise. There's a point I want to make. You see, because we are both women, we can sit and talk like we're doing. You're not going to grab at my thighs and bruise them. If we decided to play or perhaps to make love, we would do it gently, warmly, with beautiful sensitivity. That, to me, is one of the big differences. Another, of course, is that neither of us would get pregnant."
She smiled as she said it and Candy laughed with her. After that, they talked a while longer, mostly on the subject of lesbianism, and more and more, Candy felt that the woman was making sense. Still, she couldn't see herself becoming a lesbian.
Just before Candy left for home, the woman put a hand on her knee as they sat together. Candy said nothing, then the woman's hand moved just a little higher, gave her a quick squeeze, then it was gone.
They had arranged for Candy to visit that Friday evening and as the girl left the apartment, Brenda told herself that if Candy kept the date, she was fair game for seduction, perhaps a relatively easy seduction at that.
On Friday evening, Candy arrived a little before the appointed time. She couldn't have known that the expression on Brenda's face contained a blend of smile and smirk. The intelligent young beauty was walking into her lair to give her firm, tender body in seduction.
Brenda wore a very short dress, one with a scalloped bodice which displayed the upper slopes of her breasts and the smooth valley between. Candy too, wore a short dress, and while Brenda couldn't have known it then, she wore too, her sexiest lingerie.
For a while, Brenda conducted the conversation along casual levels, talking about work and school and other innocent subjects, then she gave the subject a change of direction.
"Have you thought much about our conversation the other night, dear?" she asked.
"No, not much. To tell the truth," she appended, "I guess I just wouldn't let myself think about it. It was as though my mind was really thinking, but I didn't want to listen. I guess that sounds crazy."
"On the contrary, dear, it indicates that you have a better insight into yourself than most people have. I like that about you, Candy. In fact," she added, lowering her voice as she feasted her eyes on Candy's nylon sheathed thighs, "I like so many things about you, very much."
"Brenda," Candy began nervously, "are we going...." she stopped, unable to go on, and the woman went to sit beside her on the couch.
"I understand, dear," Brenda said warmly as she put an arm around the girl's waist and felt the exciting firmness of her young body. "Don't say anything for a minute, darling, just let it happen," she added as she put a hand on a thigh.
Candy saw the woman lick her lips, then those lips were touching Candy's, lightly. A hand cupped one of her breasts, the other hand squeezed her thigh, and then they were kissing passionately, Candy's arms around the woman, holding as tightly as she was being held. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and when it ended, they were both flushed and out of breath.
"Wasn't that as good as when you kiss a boy, darling?" Brenda asked in a whisper.
"Oh Brenda, it was better. You knew it would be."
"Yes dear, I did. I suspect you knew it too, knew it would be, but you didn't let yourself think about it. I'd like another kiss, dear, would you?"
"Yes," Candy replied, her voice breaking with lust.
"This time, you bring your mouth to mine, dear. I have a reason for that. It will be better for both of us."
Without hesitation, Candy brought her mouth to the woman's, her lips slightly parted, then they were locked in another torrid embrace, their mouths mashing wetly."
Before the second kiss ended, one of Brenda's hands moved slowly up an inner thigh and Candy moved her knees more widely apart in erotic welcome. The hand didn't stop until it was rubbing lightly on the crotch of Candy's panties, a crotch which had suddenly become very warm.
"You're so beautiful, Candy darling, and I wanted this so much. I'd have died if you hadn't shown up this evening."
"Did you know I was going to be so ... easy?" Candy asked.
"Easy isn't the right word, dear. I knew that if you showed up, it would mean that whether or not your mind knew it, your body was ready and eager for love, real love, the gentle love one woman can share only with another woman."
"I guess you're right."
"Tell me, darling," Brenda whispered, "before you left home, did you bathe carefully and select your prettiest lingerie?"
"Yes."
"Then you see, dear, not only did your body know, but your mind did too. You just weren't listening. I'm glad it was that way."
"Why, Brenda?"
"Because if you'd listened, you either would have been too afraid to come here, or you would have arrived filled with tension. This way, you came naturally, ready for all the beautiful love we're going to share, my lovely darling."
"I know now I want to do it, Brenda, I want to do it all with you. I have to admit I'm nervous though. Please, help me."
"You know I'll help you, darling," Brenda said as she opened the front of Candy's dress and fondled one cup of her bra. "You have lovely breasts, Candy, I'm dying to see them and fondle them and kiss them, but for now I'm going to kiss your lovely mouth again. Let's just lie back on the couch," she said and pulled the girl down with her.
For a long time, they lay in passionate embrace, kissing and licking each other's faces while Brenda's hands remained busy, rubbing the pretty face, fondling breasts and stroking her thighs, with visits from time to time to the warm crotch of the girl.
"We'll go to my bedroom now, dear," Brenda told her after many kisses. "Our bodies are going to look so exciting on my black satin sheet. Have you ever lain on a satin sheet, dear?"
"No, but it must feel good."
"It feels so sexy I can't describe it. Later, it will be wet with the sweat of our beautiful bodies.
They sat up, then held hands as they went to the bedroom. It too was beautifully furnished, Candy saw, but all she could really see was the big, wide bed, the covers drawn back carefully to display the black satin sheet. At the sight of it, Candy thought in terms of a big jewel case, then realized that their bodies would be the jewels which would be set off against black satin.
As they stood beside the bed, Candy allowed the woman to deprive her of her dress and then Brenda was sighing with delight as she feasted her eyes on Candy in her bra and panties which covered little and hid less.
She took her own dress then and it was Candy's turn to stare in awe and admiration at the stunningly beautiful body of the mature woman. Candy would have expected her to wear black lingerie, as she had done, but saw that instead, she had chosen pale blue. That couldn't have been a batter choice, she thought, then Brenda brought their bodies together in an embrace of intense passion as their mouths came together again.
While they shared many more kisses, Brenda moved her hands all over Candy's responsive body, and Candy, becoming bolder, sighed into the woman's mouth as her hands savored the firmness of the mature buttocks and the smooth, silkiness of Brenda's back and thighs.
"You're a natural, darling," Brenda whispered as she unhooked the girl's bra. "Unhook my bra too, and then we'll both have beautiful breasts to look at and to fondle and suck. Do you sometimes fondle your titties when you're masturbating?"
"Yes."
"So do I. We're so much more fortunate than men, our bodies are so beautiful, especially yours and mine. Does it shock you that I have such a high regard for my beauty?"
"No, I think you should have. Sometimes, when I see myself naked and I'm playing with myself, I say the same."
"You really are a natural, darling, you're much, much too good to be wasted on a man who would want only to get his dirty cock into your tender little cunt and fuck you."
They removed their bras together and each cried with passion at the sight of the other's naked breasts. For a woman of thirty-three, Brenda's breasts were incredibly firm, while Candy's were big for sixteen and jutted boldly, the nipples slightly upthrust and thrillingly pink.
The two were about the same height so that Brenda was able to hold hers from below and carry them to Candy's. As she saw what the woman was doing, Candy caught her breasts in the same way, then they staged an exciting lit tie duel of nipples, a duel in which nobody got hurt, but their beautiful weapons hardened and elongated excitingly.
"Let's get on the bed now, darling," Brenda said with thrilling warmth. "I'm going to work on your titties for a while, then I'll give you mine. It's going to be so wildly exciting and beautiful that I could almost cry right now. Are you getting more and more excited too, darling?"
"Oh yes, Candy assured her and then they got on the bed and embraced again, this time, their naked breasts kissing as their mouths and tongues kissed, while hands rubbed excitingly wherever they could reach silken skin.
Candy sighed heatedly while the woman gently fondled her breasts, her touch so light and gentle that it was not to be believed, then she cried out in ecstasy when a warm mouth closed around one and began a gentle suckling, while a hand continued to fondle the other.
Brenda sucked as much of the breast as she could get into her mouth, then she released most of the mound and Candy groaned as she felt the nipple being sucked so ardently. The nipple felt twice as long and a thousand times more sensitive than it ever had before.
When the woman's mouth moved to her other breast, the style was reversed as Brenda sucked the nipple first, then filled her mouth with breast later and went right on sucking.
"Do you want to suck mine, darling?" Brenda asked as she lifted her face from the panting, perspiring girl.
"Oh yes, my God how I want to. I want to do all the things you did to me. Your breasts are so big and so very beautiful. I've never touched any, other than my own."
"My breasts really aren't much bigger than yours, darling," Brenda said as she turned on the bed, "but take them and treat them nicely for me. Oh yes, you angel, what hands you have. I don't think they're hands at all, they're extensions of angel wings."
And the angel wings fluttered over Brenda's sensitive breasts for a long time and then were replaced by an angel mouth. Candy delighted in sucking the breasts and nipples of the woman and in slowly licking her tongue over the delicate nipples, making her partner squirm and moan with passion.
"For such an innocent little angel, Candy, you're a clever little devil. That tongue trick gets me right in the crotch."
Candy didn't move her mouth away from the breast to reply, but it delighted her that she could so impress an experienced lesbian who had, no doubt, known many partners, older and more experienced than she.
She would have gone on suckling the woman's breasts forever, but Brenda had other ideas and took the luscious jewel away from her, sighing as she palmed both her nipples, thrilling to the hardness and sensitivity of them.
"I know a little angel who is about to lose her panties. I have to find out what beautiful things you're hiding there. I know they're going to be real yummies, and when I see something really yummy, I just have to kiss it and lick it and suck it. Kneel up, darling, I want to take your panties off for you. I don't want you to become tired, overwork could do that, you know."
"I don't think I could ever get tired with you around," Candy told the woman as she knelt up and admired her bobbing breasts.
"Have I got news for you, you angel," Brenda said as she crouched to fondle the seat and crotch of Candy's panties. "Before this evening is over, I'll have eaten your sweet little cunty so often that you won't be able to walk. I'll have to carry your home."
"I don't think I'd mind that at all," Candy told her, then caught her breath as she realized Brenda was starting to take her panties down.
"I'm unveiling a work of art, darling," Brenda told her, "and such a ceremony should never be hurried."
Brenda pulled the panties down just enough so she could see the top of the valley between Candy's lovely, white buttocks, then she crouched and placed a wet kiss there. After that, she pulled the panties farther down, baring the upper half of the smooth nether cheeks. She paused to kiss and lick them, then turned and nuzzled at the base of Candy's tummy, her tongue licking slowly through the neat pussy bush, causing Candy to squirm hotly.
"You are hot and horny, aren't you darling?" Brenda asked looking up at her breasts and beautiful face which was contorted with passion.
"Yes. I'm so anxious for it to happen. I can't wait to get my cunt sucked by a beautiful woman like you."
"Waiting is good, dear. It makes the lapping better when it does come. I'll take your little panties down a bit more now."
Gripping the panties, Brenda pulled them slowly down until Candy's buttocks were totally bared and she could stare at them, desire churning deep in her crotch as she rubbed her hands over the perfectly rounded cheeks and thrilled to the silken texture of them. She put a long finger in the base of Candy's crack, then drew it up slowly. When the tip of the finger reached the girl's anal ring, it paused, pressed in a threat to push inside, then resumed its slow trip to the top of the warm valley.
"That felt so nice, Brenda," Candy told her, sighing.
"I'm going to do so many nice things to you, darling. Just turn a little now," Brenda said, guiding the trembling girl with her hands, then Candy stood in profile to her and showed Brenda her buttocks in profile and the small, neat triangle of her pubic hair.
"What a lovely little pussy bush you have, darling, and what a lovely ass," Brenda said in a husky tone as her hands fondled both. "Your panties will be off soon, dear, then I'll go to work on your pussy. The big thrills are all ahead of us, angel. All this has been just preliminary."
As she said the words, Brenda pulled Candy's panties down to her knees, then eased her down on the bed. A hot look in her eyes, she stripped the panties over Candy's feet, dropped them, then saw the beautiful legs opening wide for her.
"I like the way you open your beautiful legs, dear," Brenda said, then Candy heard her gasp. "Oh Jesus, what a sweet, precious little cunt. To think that it's virginal too, never polluted by a cock or even the touch of a male hand. I'll baptize it with my mouth."
Kneeling between Candy's legs, she felt her way up the firm thighs, pausing on the expanded tops of her nylons, then her hands were fondling silken skin again and Candy was moaning with desire, dying for the woman to perform the act which would have horrified her a couple of days before, had she been warned of it.
Brenda's hands kept moving higher over the smooth young thighs until they met in her crotch and savored the erotic heat they found there. While one hand moved away, the other patted lightly on the tender, pink slash, making Candy moan more loudly as her bottom jerked up off the bed.
"Soon, baby, oh so soon," Brenda told her and Candy saw her tongue licking over her lips, readying them to make contact with her vulva, ready to commence the act which Candy sensed she would remember for the rest of her life.
The hand left her vulva, then both Brenda's hands went under the girl's knees. She guided them upward, Candy helping eagerly, then she pushed the parted legs back over Candy's body, presenting the pink target magnificently, excitingly framed by thighs and white buttocks.
Candy watched the face come down to her, Brenda still licking her lips. She waited for the touch of mouth on her vulva, but it wasn't to be, not then, as Brenda proceeded to kiss and lick the surrounding area without quite making contact.
Candy was moaning loudly and pounding the bed with her fists when the mouth touched her organ and she cried out loudly. The first touch was a light kiss, then it became more intense. After that, Brenda wrapped strong arms around the girl and she was sucking with delightful greed, producing wet sounds to add to Candy's thrill, an addition she wouldn't have believed since she thought she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.
But Brenda knew she hadn't, and sent her up another notch as she slipped her tongue into the moist slit and licked around the hot interior for a long time before she drew the tongue back a little, licked her way to the top of the opening, then found the sensitive little passion bud and began licking it while Candy stuffed the heel of a hand into her mouth to keep from disturbing the neighbors with the shrieks she wanted to emit.
While Candy bit into her hand, the woman licked her clitoris, then the inevitable happened and Candy's body felt as though it were exploding into tiny fragments as the lapping tongue triggered an orgasm that was nothing less than violent.
Brenda pulled her tongue out of the girl's organ, understanding that during so strong a climax, just a touch of the clitoris would be painful, but she went on holding her in the strong embrace.
When the climax was finally over, Candy opened her eyes and they shone brightly but out of focus. She looked as though she had travelled far away and had been gone a long time.
"Oh Brenda," she sighed weakly, "it's like not knowing where I am, where I've been, what day it is. I never knew a come could be like that."
"It can be like that every time, darling, with the right partner," Brenda assured her. "I wonder what your parents had in mind when they called you Candy? You're the most delicious Candy I've ever eaten. Is that really your name?"
"No, my name is really Candice, but it became Candy before I can remember."
Brenda lay beside her, took her in her arms, and they lay warmly together, whispering about the beauty they had shared, Brenda telling of what was yet to come. Their whispers were stilled from time to time as their mouths met and clung together, Candy tasting her vulva in the woman's mouth until the flavor was finally kissed away.
"Are you ready for me to suck you now?" Candy asked.
"Yes, darling, I'm more than ready. Can you remember how I did it to you?"
"Oh yes, I'll never forget it, every step of it. Am I going to like doing it? "
"Probably as much as you liked getting it. Cunt lapping is a beautiful two way street. Later, we'll do it together and you'll like that too. Get off the bed now and I'll show you a different position, one that will be easier for you."
Puzzled, Candy stood, then watched Brenda lie across the bed, her buttocks partially over the edge, then Brenda parted and raised her legs.
"I'm ready for you now, darling. Kneel on the floor, then bring your beautiful face into my warm crotch and eat. I think I'm going to be hot and juicy for you. Have a nice snack of hot cunt. Tease me a little before you start. I like to have to cry for it, like you did."
Candy recalled how the woman had tortured her with the waiting and vowed that Brenda really would cry for it before she gave her what she wanted. She trembled with excitement as she kissed and licked silken thighs, then licked around the warm crotch without touching the lips with her tongue.
And then Brenda was crying for it and Candy felt wild delight at the sounds, filled with a sense of power that she could make the sophisticated woman beg as she was doing.
Candy wanted to tease her some more, but the pull of the soft, warm organ was too great and then her mouth was pressed onto it and she was kissing, kissing which turned quickly into sucking as her hands rubbed sleek thighs and hips, marveling at the satiny quality of Brenda's skin.
The woman's sighs and moans told Candy she was doing her job well and was really giving the pleasure she wanted to give. When Brenda called for her tongue, Candy made her wait for it, sucking greedily while Brenda cried again and again for her tongue.
And then she gave it to her, licking up and down the moist slit, then sending it inside to explore the first sexual organ her mouth had ever touched. It was heaven, Candy decided, an act she would want to repeat over and over again as long as she lived. As she lapped lovingly, she found herself wondering whether she could ever again enjoy petting with a male, whether she would ever want to have sex with a man.
And then she realized that Brenda was begging again and turned off her thoughs to listen...." or I'll die, darling ... get it on my clit ... lick me off now, baby ... get on my clit and trigger the really big one...."
There was agony in the woman's tone and Candy didn't want to tease any longer. With only a little difficulty, she found the woman's small clitoris and began licking it. As the mature body trembled and jerked, Candy gave it the licking required and then Brenda was panting and grunting as she went into orbit around the sun, where it was hot and very bright, where there was music to entertain her as she floated among exploding rockets for what seemed like an eternity before she floated back to earth to find Candy holding her with strong young arms, her face pressed hotly between her thighs.
Again they lay together on the bed, whispering and kissing, then their hands came into play and it was not long before their bodies were demanding more than just kissing and playing.
Brenda was the guide as they moved into an end to end embrace, then each brought her face into the crotch of the other and they were sucking again. A little later, their tongues joined the action and then, within seconds of each other, both were climaxing, their bodies and thighs rubbing, their faces wet and sticky with shared juices, given and accepted so eagerly.
Their orgy continued through a long, lovely evening. Candy's parents were out and would not be home until well after one, she was confident, so she established midnight as her curfew. When that time came, she fouled up Brenda's prediction that she would be too tired to walk, but not by very much.
They dressed and Brenda called a taxi for her. Despite all the action of the evening, while they waited for the cab to arrive, Brenda kept the hem of Candy's dress above her waist so that she could again fondle her thighs and buttocks and feel the heat in her crotch.
It proved to be the beginning of an affair which lasted almost a year, before Brenda took another lover who demanded fidelity of her. Brenda helped Candy find another partner, and Candy was on her way toward being a full time lesbian.
She is still following that road today, at the age of twenty-four. Candy is stunningly beautiful and constantly attracts hungry stares from males. But they are of no interest to her. From time to time she thinks that one day she may go to bed with a man to find out what it's like, but that day hasn't arrived yet and she wonders, vaguely, whether it ever will.
CHAPTER 3
Larry and Louise enjoyed a healthy sexual relationship early in their marriage and vowed they would never let it become stale and dull. Together, they explored many paths of erotic excitement and enjoyed what they found.
The first time Louise felt her husband's face in her crotch, felt him sucking and licking there, she thought it must surely be the greatest of all sexual acts, greater even than sexual intercourse which she so loved. When his tongue licked her to climax, she became even wilder about the game.
Not long after that, when she was menstruating, they kissed and played until something had to be done about it.
"Be a dear, Louise," he whispered. "Take it in your hand and jerk me off, nice and slowly."
"I can do even better than that, darling," she told him in an excited whisper. "I can take it in my mouth and suck you off. I've never sucked a cock, but suddenly, I want to suck yours."
Larry's heart leaped, and so did his stiff penis as he lay back on the bed and, after Louise had fondled his organ for a while, she made him groan as she pushed the head slowly into her mouth. They had watched a couple of borrowed stag films together and she knew how to perform the act. Her mouth rode up and down on the shaft while her hands caressed him and he kept moaning as he tried to tell her how good she was at fellatio, then he was grunting in a different way as his semen shot into her sucking mouth and she took all he had to give her.
After her period had passed, they tried a variation of oral sex as, after playing for a long time and getting each other highly aroused, they lay end to end, he with his face pressed into her crotch, she with his stiff organ throbbing in her mouth. Before the passionate embrace ended, the two had climaxed magnificently.
Their sexual adventures were somewhat hampered late in her first pregnancy. When the doctor gave the green light for a return to sex, they resumed it eagerly, yet, though neither mentioned it, some of the original zest was missing.
The same thing happened after the birth of the second child. The two youngsters, less than two years apart, kept Louise busy and tired. Larry concentrated on his work, and sex became less and less important to the two of them.
Instead of the old frantic schedule when they made love every time Larry could attain an erection, they fell to an average of two or three times a month. Even then, it fell far short of the quality of sex as they had known it.
When they discussed it, they agreed that they had been expecting too much and that no normal couple could continue indefinitely at the rate they had operated during the first two years of their marriage.
Although neither mentioned it, oral sex became a thing of the past. More and more, sex became a bit of mild foreplay, then intercourse, then a hurriedly said couple of goodnights.
Larry was first to reach the stage of deciding it wasn't good enough and that they were going to have to recapture some of the old thrill. Their children were eleven and thirteen then, and there was no longer the threat of crying babies to disturb them when they went to their bedroom for the night.
It was a chance happening that led him to that discovery.
He was walking through the loading area of the plant where he held a senior position, when he happened to look up toward a mezzanine area about ten feet above him.
There was a pretty young clerk there, going over some papers with a man in the shipping department. Her back was turned to Larry and as she bent over a packing case, the hem of her short dress hiked up and she gave him a show that stopped him in his tracks.
She wore sheer, dark brown nylons which hugged very shapely, long legs and thighs. His penis stiffened when he saw how the tops of her nylons expanded to caress her firm looking thighs, but there was yet more.
Above the brown nylon, her skin was excitingly white and smooth, not just the skin of her lush thighs, but of her excitingly beautiful buttocks as well, since she wore no panties.
Below her buttocks and between her thighs, he had a partial view of her vulva. It was a thrilling sight and he devoured it with his eyes until she straightened up, turned, and he averted his eyes, then she went away, back into the office on the far side of the mezzanine.
When he went back to his office, his organ throbbing, Larry went directly to the washroom, pushed down his pants and shorts and sat. He tried to recapture the sight of the daring young beauty as he closed a hand around his penis and began playing with himself.
After a little while, he knew he couldn't be content with just playing, so he formed a pad of tissue. Each time he approached ejaculation, he held back to prolong the wild, erotic fantasies his mind was forming, then when he could hold it back no longer, he ejaculated strongly. When it was over, he was covered with sweat and felt anything but proud of himself, the executive masturbating like an excited little boy.
Still, even through his shame, the sight of the young beauty came back to haunt and taunt him. He wondered why she chose to be without panties, then came the thought that perhaps it was a game she played often, knowing what anyone passing below the mezzanine could see when she bent or even stood close to the railing.
It didn't occur to him that she could have staged the show especially for him, not until she sidled up to him in the loading area the next morning as he made one of his frequent trips through it.
"Did you like that little show I staged yesterday?" she asked with a warm smile and he saw that in addition to everything else, she had a beautiful face.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I liked it very much. I didn't realize it was meant for my benefit."
"I hardly ever do anything by accident," she told him. "Of course, I could put on a much better show if there were just the two of us alone somewhere, like in a nice, comfortable motel room, or some place like that."
"How generous of you. Is all this because you can't resist my handsome, virile charm, or does it have something to do with the title on the door of my office?"
"It has to do with your title, though you are a handsome man and I suspect you'd be real good at the game."
"Tell me then, what do you expect of me in return?"
"It's not quite as blatant as that. I'm going to tell you that I'd like to be transferred out of this cruddy department and into a better job in side, one that would pay a little better too."
"And in exchange," he began, but she cut him off.
"Please, let me finish. I'm not offering a deal, not cold turkey like that. I'm telling you what I'd like, I'll meet you where and when you say and that's that. If it turns out you like me and want to do a little something for me, you'll know what to do. Win or lose, I won't complain or feel I've been cheated."
"You're a very strange young woman," he said with a pensive expression. "By the way, what's your name?"
She told him, then went on, "I'm not so strange at all. I was born on the wrong side of the tracks, brought up there, and now I'm getting away as far and as fast as I can. Working inside, I'd meet a better class of men, higher up the ladder. Who knows, some guy with a nice income may want a wife. I'd be a good one."
"This all comes as a big surprise to me, Beth," he told her. "I'll give you an answer this afternoon."
That afternoon, Larry passed through the loading area where she could see him, then walked around to the back of the area and saw her come down the steps to meet him.
He handed her a motel key and suggested seven that evening. With a smile, she assured him she would be there. When she arrived at the motel room, he was already there, showered, a glass of whisky and water in his hand.
"Mmmm, V.O.," she commented as she looked at the bottle, "you have good taste in whisky."
"Seeing that I'm here with you indicates that I have good taste in women too. Care for a drink?"
"No thanks," she told him with a smile. "My parents say I'm too young to drink."
They laughed together and Larry felt some of his nervousness passing, nervousness that had been terrible as he sat waiting for another woman for the first time in a little over thirteen years of marriage.
She moved into his arms and he kissed her, but didn't enjoy it as much as he expected. He told himself it was just nervousness and that he would get over it.
"You look nervous," Beth said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes, you could take your dress off. Are you wearing panties today?"
"Yes, I'm told some men like to take a girl's panties off for her. Still, you do whatever you want. I want to make everything real good for you."
As she took her dress off, Larry felt a churning in his loins, she was even more beautiful than he recalled. She wore a black bra with demi-cups which pushed her big breasts upward, showing portions of aureoles which were faintly brown with a strong suggestion of the pink of young, rather than mature breasts.
Her waist was slim and firm, then her body flared out excitingly in wide, well fleshed hips and plump, white, very firm looking buttocks. Her panties hugged a mons veneris which made them bulge prominently. Through the sheer panties, Larry saw a triangle of pubic hair that was girlishly small, but thick.
Below, black suspenders caressed her white thighs as they supported the nylons which clung so excitingly to her luscious white thighs. Her high heels added a bit to the beauty of her legs, legs which needed no help at all.
She turned her back to fold her dress over the back of a chair and Larry saw how her panties clung to nether cheeks, covering only a portion of them, displaying big portions of white, satiny looking cheeks and, through the fabric, he saw the mysterious valley of her bottom.
"Do you want me to strip naked?" she asked, "or do you want to take your clothes off."
"I'll undress," he said and wiped perspiration from his forehead. "You stay as you are, please. You're very beautiful, Beth."
While he undressed, Beth let him see her fondling the cups of her bra, making her white breasts act like live things as they seemed to squirm.
Larry's penis was strongly erect as he began taking his clothes off, but by the time he pushed his shorts down, it had lost much of its strength and dangled, a little thicker and longer than when at rest, but obviously not hard enough.
"Don't worry, we'll soon make it really hard," the girl told him. "You may be nervous now, but you'll get over that when I take my bra and panties off, or you take them off for me."
As he stood, naked, she went to him and guided his hands to the cups of her bra. As he fondled, she reached behind her and unhooked the garment, then it was gone and he was fondling her excitingly firm breasts, delighting in the way her nipples hardened and grew in length under his gentle hands.
"You have a real nice touch," she told him, sighing. "I sure like the way you handle my tits. I hope you like them."
"I like them very much, Beth," he told her as he fondled, telling himself to stop worrying about erection, that it would happen as soon as he stopped worrying about it. "They're big and firm and so very beautiful. Come, let's sit on the bed."
They went to the bed, he fondled her breasts some more, then she was sighing warmly as he sucked one, then the other, and realized that his penis was throbbing in strong erection.
After that, she raised her bottom off the bed and Larry peeled the clinging panties down to bare more of her. As he stripped the little scrap of nylon down her legs, she parted them to let him see into her crotch.
Looking down at her beauty and her eagerness, he recalled when his wife had been much the same as she, older than Beth's eighteen, but young and firm and beautiful and beautifully eager. He forced himself to stop thinking about his wife, then, with a roar, he dropped to his knees and, as she lay across the bed, pressed his face into her crotch and began sucking and licking.
She squealed and moaned so loudly while he lapped in her crotch that she had to force herself to stop. Only one man before had ever gone down on her, and he hadn't done it nearly as well. His lapping tongue soon did the job and she threw her legs high in the air as she climaxed.
When he hurried to his feet, his penis was beautifully stiff in his hand. She opened her eyes and turned to lie along the bed, her legs wide open to welcome him aboard.
"I knew you'd be good, but, man," she panted, "you've got to be the greatest ever. No man ever made me feel like this. Give me that beautiful big cock, lover man. God, if I were your wife, I wouldn't even let you out of bed to eat."
The mention of his wife triggered something and Larry knew he was in trouble. His penis began to soften as he pushed the head into her. Holding it in his hand, he tried to push it in, then it was too late. Semierect, it went off in his hand and he felt his semen shooting into her crotch but not into her vagina.
Shame and humiliation swept over him and he tried to get up, but her arms held him tightly.
"It's all right," she whispered urgently. "It felt kind of nice to feel you shooting in my crotch like that and you'd already made love to me better than any man ever did. Please, it's all right, honest."
He lay on the silken warmth of her body for a while, then got off her and went to the bathroom. Returning, he tossed her a towel, then went back to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
"Should I get dressed and go now?" she asked as she stood in the bathroom doorway. "I'd be pleased to stay, if you want me to," she told him.
"No, thanks Beth. You kept your part of the bargain. Don't worry, I'll keep mine."
"Thanks. If you want to try again sometime, just tell me. God, that mouth of yours is pure magic."
She dressed and left the unit while he was still in the shower, trying to scrub away what refused to be scrubbed away because it was in his mind, not on the surface of his skin.
Before he left the motel, Larry knew that finding sex outside his marriage wasn't going to work for him. He knew, with equal certainty, that he wouldn't try it again, wouldn't risk an other humiliation like the one he had suffered with the beautiful girl.
The next evening, Larry tried to interest his wife in making love, but she wouldn't respond. He tried the same thing a few more nights, but there seemed to be nothing left in her in that department. It was as though she had lost all interest in sex, had been worn out and didn't want to revive for him or with him.
Hunger having been reawakened, Larry turned to masturbation for gratification. He began buying erotic books and magazines which he kept locked in the desk in his study. His library helped him create fantasies which made his sessions of masturbation more and more enjoyable. They were never as real or as good as it could have been with his wife, but they were better by far than the hunger he had endured and would have to endure without those solo sex scenes.
When he read an erotic novel, he was easily able to cast himself into many roles and to wallow in a wide variety of sexual acts, some of which he had never previously heard of or imagined.
And so, life went on for Larry. He concentrated more of his time and attention on business, and accepted the fact that while his life wasn't as full as he would like it to be it had to be that way and all he could do was make the best of it.
From time to time, he would sneak a glance at the thighs of some young woman around the office complex where he worked, or in a restaurant or bar. He would feel a longing to be alone with her, to feel the warm silk of her skin, to press his face between her lovely thighs, but each time the thought came, it brought with it the knowledge of lack of self confidence, sexually, and the fear of terrible humiliation, and so he contented himself with looking, sometimes with erotic thoughts and a hard penis.
And then, just when Larry thought his life was running on an even keel, fate moved in to rock the boat, violently.
It was a Friday evening and he had decided to spend it at home, part of it in his den with the door locked. Their son was away, in the service, Patsy their sixteen-year-old daughter was out on a date, everything seemed normal.
"Larry, there's something important I want to talk to you about," his wife told him and he sensed trouble as he told her to go ahead.
"Look, Larry," she began nervously, "our son has gone, Patsy is pretty well grown up. Our marriage has become a dull and meaningless thing. I want to leave. I'm going to, but I'd rather do it by agreement."
It had come as such a shock to Larry that it took a little while to digest the words. In the interval, he picked up his glass and took a big drink. She, he saw, did the same.
"I know our marriage is dull," he agreed, "but it didn't have to be. God knows, I tried. You must remember that. I'm still willing to try. It was good once, let's try to make it that way again."
"I'm sorry, Larry, it's too late. There's another man. It's a freaky kind of love. I'm caught up in it and I can't get out."
"That's a strange way to describe love," he observed.
"It's a strange relationship. He's quite a bit younger, a beautiful young man. I'm his queen, he's my slave, totally. He came to me and showed me his life style. I got hooked. I use riding crops, whips, he loves...."
"Stop, for Christ sake," Larry said, more loudly than he'd intended. "No wonder I couldn't interest you in sex. All right, we'll get things worked out and you can go look after your slave. There's no point in half measures, so we'll get a divorce."
They worked out the terms, Larry offered her a modest settlement and offered to pay all the costs of the divorce and she accepted. Unable to break the news to their daughter, she packed up and left, leaving that detail to Larry.
He told Patsy that evening that her mother had left and that he was going to divorce her. He was prepared to comfort her to the best of his ability and hoped the shock wouldn't be too great for her. Instead, he gasped as he saw a smile spread across her face.
"I hope you're as pleased as you should be, Daddy," she told him. "I'm very happy to hear it, because now you have a chance to build a new life for yourself."
"That isn't the reaction I expected," he told her. "I was afraid you were going to cry."
"I may cry for you if you're hurt, but not for me. Things will be better for the two of us from now on. I guess she told you about her man, boy I should say."
"She said he was quite a bit younger, she didn't say how much."
"He's twenty, would you believe? Some of my friends know him, that's how I found out. They thought he was queer, in a different way, maybe he is."
"He is, Patsy. I wouldn't let her tell me too much about it, but it seems she's the queen and he's her slave, whips and all that."
"God, what a scene. Look dad, I'll do anything and everything I can to help you get adjusted. I'll spend a lot more time at home, we'll talk a lot, you'll see how much better it will be. That thing of hers with the boy really freaked me. I didn't think she was much in the sex department."
"She used to be when we were younger. Christ, what a ball of fire she was then, we both were. Her fire cooled off a long time ago. I tried, honestly I did."
"I knew that without your telling me, Daddy.
I can sense what a good man you are, I mean beyond being a good father."
They chatted for a while, conversation becoming a bit easier by the minute, then they were interrupted by the ringing of the door bell.
"Oh damn, I forgot I had a date tonight. I'll send him away," Patsy said as she got to her feet.
"No," Larry said sharply. "You have your life to live and I want you to do it. It will be nice to have you home in the evening, once in a while, but you're still going to go on with dating and everything else."
Patsy went to the door, then returned and told her father she'd still be pleased to stay with him, that she would enjoy it more than the date, but he smiled and sent her out.
He didn't bother with his erotic library that evening, but read papers and magazines instead. Patsy returned early with her date and told Larry they were going to the basement recreation room to play records.
It was almost an hour later when Larry decided he needed some air. He didn't feel like going anywhere, so he went out to the garden. Since the house was built on two acres of land, it gave him room enough to walk. It was a dark, moonless night, but the sky was bright with stars and the air felt clean and just a little cool.
He toured the grounds for a long time, then as he was passing near the house, he heard a gasp and a harshly whispered protest. He was puzzled for a moment, then realized the sound had come from an open window in the recreation room and that he was standing beside it. The drapes had been closed on it as on all the other windows, but the light breeze had blown that drape so that it had caught on something, leaving a narrow slit through which he could look into the room.
"Stop it, Harold," he heard his daughter say. "If you don't, I'll call my father."
Larry guessed it was just a necking scene where the boy wanted a little more than she was willing to allow. He didn't want to spy on her, yet there was terror in her tone, he thought, so he crouched in front of the window and peered into the room.
He discovered that the boy had already been allowed to go a long way indeed. The front of Patsy's blouse was open, showing how well she filled the cups of her white bra.
The hem of her skirt had been pulled so high that Larry, from where he was, could see her yellow nylon panties. He saw her thighs too, and they were womanly, not what he had expected for a girl of a little less than seventeen.
For a moment, he felt tempted to shout for the boy to get out of his house, then he told himself to allow his daughter to handle it herself. If things got out of hand, he could always make his move then.
"Come on, Patsy," Larry heard the young man implore, "I promise I won't try to get my hand inside your panties again, "but please let me feel through them. You know you can trust me, I give you my word."
Patsy hesitated, then sighed and lay back, pulling the hem of her dress a little higher, showing more of her panties, then the youth had his hand in her crotch and he was rubbing there avidly.
"Let me kiss you right there, Patsy," he panted. "I know it must sound crazy to you, but I've always wanted to kiss the crotch of a girl's panties."
Without saying a word, Patsy raised her legs back over her body, her crotch open wide, then the youth had his face in her crotch and as well as kissing, he sucked at the nylon which pressed against her vulva.
Watching from outside, Larry was' filled with mingled arousal and rage. Above all, he wanted to be where the youth was and wanted to be sucking there without panties in the way, blocking the contact between his mouth and his own daughter's vulva.
As he faced that thought and admitted that it was true, he told himself that he should feel some sense of shock or guilt, but he felt neither. A youth, a stranger, was sucking in his daughter's crotch and he wanted to throw the youth out and take his place, wanted to do that and more.
While the youth sucked in her crotch, Patsy writhed in passion, then, without warning, a strange expression came over her face, as though she had just wakened from a bad dream.
"Stop now," she said and pushed the youth's face out of her crotch.
"What's the matter?" he asked as he looked at her face and saw that she was totally turned off. "Didn't you like having the crotch of your panties sucked?"
"I did, and then everything turned off. Please go now. I'm sorry, but I can't even kiss you goodnight. Dropping her skirt into place, Patsy buttoned her blouse as the young man looked at her, seemingly dazed, unable to understand why she had suddenly turned off so totally.
Outside the window, Larry stood and shifted the position of his stiff penis. He felt a strong urge to masturbate, then and there, but resisted it and went back into the house. He heard his daughter letting the youth out, then she returned to the living room where he was waiting for her, his heart pounding, his stiff penis throbbing with desire.
"What's the matter, dear?" Larry asked, seeing that she was on the verge of tears.
"I don't know, Daddy. I'm all mixed up. We were necking, it got hotter than usual and I was really fworked up, then suddenly, it all went sour. I made him stop and sent him home."
"Were you afraid he wouldn't stop and you wouldn't be able to control him?"
"No, it wasn't that," she replied, wearing a expression that told Larry there was something she wanted to say and couldn't.
"Did I have anything to do with it, dear?" he asked and saw what appeared to be relief in her eyes.
"Oh Daddy," she said with a sob in her voice. "I love you. I don't want to date anymore. I want to be with you."
It appeared that she was going to say more, then she broke into tears. Larry took her in his arms and held her closely, her face on his chest. When he saw that it was not going to be just a short outburst, he took Patsy to the couch and sat with her, holding her in his arms.
As Larry sat with her firm body trembling in his arms, he knew he was going to make love to her. When he faced that, he reminded himself that in the eyes of society, it was The Forbidden Act, yet that did not sway him.
He reached down with his left hand and raised the hem of her dress. His hand felt a firm, nylon encased thigh and as he fondled it, she stopped crying and pressed warmly against him. His hand moved upward and then it was on the warm skin of her upper thigh. His heart seemed to pound in rhythm to the throbbing of his stiff penis as the hand worked higher, and then it was not thigh he was fondling, but buttock.
As he caressed the firm, silken cheek, Larry was sure he had never touched anything so beautiful. His daughter was making different sounds then, whimpering sounds, not of protest or fear, but of passion. When he heard and understood the sounds he turned his daughter over and fell onto the couch with her in a passionate embrace. His mouth came down on hers and the kiss they shared was one of intense passion. There was nothing of father-daughter in the kiss, it was purely man and woman and lust and love, and as Patsy responded, he knew that she felt about it as he did.
In the course of the kiss, his hands tugged the hem of her skirt high and then both of them were rubbing and squeezing panties and bare skin. While he fondled her, Patsy pressed and rubbed her tummy and breasts on him as she lay atop him.
"You know I'm not going to stop, don't you, Patsy?" Larry asked when the kiss stopped and they gasped for air.
"Yes."
"We're going to strip naked, darling. We're going to kiss and fondle and embrace and then I'm going to make love to you."
"Oh yes, Daddy. I know it now. It's what I've wanted, but I didn't know it. Now I do. Are we going to do it here?"
"No, now that we know it's going to happen, there's no need to rush. I was going to just tear your panties off and plunge into you. Now it will be better, we'll go to the bedroom, we'll undress and play and kiss, I'll make your beautiful body so ready for love."
"Yes, Daddy, yes. Oh how I want to make love with you. I want to do everything, all at once. Which room, Daddy?"
"That's your choice, darling," he told her gently.
"Then I want to be in your big bed with you, dear. From now on it can be our bed. At first you'll have to teach me a lot, but then I'll be good for you. I'll be so good, I just know I will. I love you so, my darling Daddy."
"And I love you, Patsy. I always have, but lately, I've come to love you in a different way. I'm sure now that fate sent her away so that we could be together to share our wonderful love."
"I know you're right, Daddy. It just has to be."
They got up from the couch and went around the house, turning off lights and making sure the place was locked securely, then Larry put an arm around his daughter's waist and they walked to his bedroom, to their bedroom, she reminded him.
They said nothing as they began undressing, each looking at the other with love and excitement shining in their eyes.
When Patsy removed her bra, Larry's hands trembled so that he had difficulty removing his clothes. He had known that her breasts would be beautiful, but they were bigger and more beautiful than he had expected.
"Do you like my breasts, Daddy?" she asked with justifiable pride.
"I love them, darling. I'm going to do so many things to them, but I'm going to be very gentle."
"Not too gentle, please, especially after I learn how to make love."
"You are a virgin." It was a statement rather then a question, but she answered it.
"Yes, Daddy. I came close to losing it a couple of times. Now I know what I was saving it for. I've been touched through my bra and panties, but no man has ever touched my breasts or my," she paused, "cunt. I'm glad that you're going to be the first."
"So am I, darling, and I'll make those first touches good."
As she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, her father caught his breath and heard his heart pounding. She would have taken her garter belt and nylons off, but he stopped her.
"Please dear, humor me. Leave your garter belt and nylons on for now. Later, we can take them off, before you are ready to go to sleep."
"That may be very late, Daddy. In fact, I may not want to sleep at all tonight."
"I think you will sleep, darling. I think we'll both be very tired," he told her, then he pushed his shorts down and his organ leaped out strongly, twitching, the foreskin drawn well back from the big, dark colored head.
"Oh Daddy, it's so big," Patsy gasped.
"Are you afraid of it, dear?"
"Oh no. I'm dying to feel it inside my body. Don't worry about me, Daddy, I'm not going to be afraid. I know it has to hurt when you break my hymen, but I'm not afraid of that. It's something that has to happen before I can be a woman and I want to be a woman for you, your woman."
He dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and then he took her in his arms and they kissed with fierce passion. His eyes were closed at first, then he opened them and saw, in the vanity mirror, the reflected image of their bodies. The sight of her smooth, perfectly rounded buttocks caused him to groan into her mouth. One of his hands went to an excitingly silken cheek and rubbed, then the other hand went to the other cheek and she rubbed against him, her body delighting his throbbing organ.
"You have to be the most beautiful creature in the history of the world," Larry told his daughter as he led her to the bed.
"And you, my darling, have to be the handsomest, sweetest, most sensitive man. We're going to be so happy together."
Patsy sighed and moaned and even cried while he fondled and sucked her firm, lovely breasts, then he was kissing his way down her body, turning her over to kiss and lick her buttocks and to play tongue games in the valley between, then he turned her over, covered her belly and thighs with kisses and licks, then groaned as he pressed his lips down lightly on the tender lips in her warm crotch, lips which he was going to spread apart with his strong organ, but not before he invaded that soft mouth with his tongue.
The light kiss brought a quavering groan from the girl, then it became a more intense kiss, then he was sucking and she provided the background music for love as she squirmed hotly, trying to rub her vulva over his sweetly invading face.
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she panted as his tongue slowly licked over her sensitized clitoris, "you're going to make me come." As she gasped the words, her hands rubbed his head, pressing it more firmly into the warmth of her crotch. "I'm getting so close ... I'm so close ... it's so good, darling. Now ... now ... now ... NOWWWWWW!" she shrieked as her body jerked madly on the bed and her fists pounded the sheet.
Her bottom jerked up into the air and Larry moved and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly and panting. He wanted to get his face back into her crotch to suck and lick some more, but he knew then that he was at the point of arousal where he couldn't wait any longer to make love to his beautiful, panting daughter.
When Patsy opened her eyes, she saw her father moving up over her body and she opened her legs wide. He positioned himself in her crotch, then she felt the exciting organ as it seemed to probe her crotch of its own accord, with a mind of it's own.
But Larry had a mind too and he had a hand, one which closed around his member and guided it to the slit which had been so well lubricated. But slippery as her little path was, it was also very tight, excitingly so, making him work to get the swollen head into her.
"Am I hurting you, darling?" he asked, pausing with the head of his member inside the warm, silken trap of her.
"No, darling. Please don't ask. Don't hold back so. Give me all of that beautiful big cock. Fuck me, darling, fuck me and make me a woman."
Her words caused him to tremble more violently, then he was feeding his organ into her, the big head stretching a path for the long, hard shaft. He felt the barrier of her virginity and, without pausing, he rammed and broke through. She cried out, but still he didn't stop as he fed the full length of his penis into her, then lay atop her, trying to comfort her.
"It's all right, Daddy darling," she sobbed. "When you broke it, it hurt terribly, now it's just burning. Go ahead, my darling, fuck me. Make love to my cunt with your beautiful cock. I love you, Daddy, fuck me ... fuck me good."
Her arms held him tightly as he began to stroke in the hot, moist tight confines of her tender organ and then he heard her panting. He knew she was in pain, but she was trying to ignore the burning in her vagina so that she could more fully enjoy the thrill of the pistoning organ which stretched her so delightfully and made her feel like a real woman.
Resisting the animal urge to ride fast, Larry stroked at a steady, measured pace. He knew he would not be able to prolong the act, but he knew too that given the pain she was enduring, she wouldn't be able to achieve orgasm, so it didn't really matter.
He felt the explosion building, felt the tension in his loins and he surrendered to it. Seconds later, his naked body was jerking in her crotch as his semen shot into her hot depths. Instinctively, Patsy used strong vaginal walls to suck on the spending organ and she drained him, leaving him weak, panting and in a state of utter ecstasy.
Not much time elapsed before Larry had another erection. When Patsy discovered it, she whispered excitedly that she wanted intercourse again.
"Isn't your little pussy still burning?" he asked.
"Yes, but I don't care. Come on, stick it in me and fuck me, darling. Let me soften it and make it feel good for you."
"You'll do that often, my darling," he told her, "but no more tonight. We'll let your pussy recover before we go at it again. There's nothing wrong with having a hard-on, after all."
"Tell me, Daddy," she said as she fondled the stiff rod, "if I do this long enough, you'll shoot your cream, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Then please let me do it. I'd love to see your cream shooting."
"That would be nice for me, dear, but it would be messy."
"Your cream couldn't be messy, darling. It would be precious. I know, we'll shoot it on me and then it wouldn't make any mess in the bed. Instead of getting your cream in my cunt, I'd get it on my skin, it's sort of like getting fucked on the outside."
"What a woman you are, darling," he told her. "It really excites me the way you use those words, the real ones."
"Didn't she?"
"Hell no. She used a few of them in the early days, but she hadn't done so for more years than I can recall."
"Then I'll make up for that, darling. I love using those words. I never did before and they excite me too. Your big hard prick feels so good in my hand, darling," she told him. "What part of me would you like to shoot your cream on?"
"My first urge is to say on that beautiful bottom, but then you wouldn't be able to see it. How about your lovely titties?"
"Oh darling, that sounds yummy. It just makes me shiver to think of your cream shooting all over my bare tits. Can we do it lying down or is there a better way?"
"I think it would be much better if I were to stand and you kneel in front of me. You'll jerk me until I'm ready to blast off, then I'll take over. I'll be able to aim better than you could, and I'll shoot all over both your beautiful tits."
Excitedly, they hurried off the bed and then he was standing with his hands on his hips while Patsy, panting with excitement, knelt before him, playing with his stiff penis and the heavy sac below, sighing with delight.
"Are you going to go off soon, darling?" she asked.
"No dear, it will take a nice long time. After a man goes off once, it takes longer the second time and it feels better. Your hands are so beautiful and gentle, darling, keep on playing with my cock. I'll warn you when I start to get close."
They both shuddered with delight when she rubbed the head of his penis over one of her nipples, elongating it and making it hard and sensitive, then she rubbed it all over the other nipple, doing the same to it.
"Let go of my cock for a second, darling," he told her. "I'll show you something else we can do. I've never done it, but I've seen pictures of it."
He guided his penis between her breasts, bending his knees a little, then told her to press her breasts together.
"Yes, that's it. See how your tits hold my prick. You hold them like that now, that's it."
Slowly, he worked his penis up and down the warm, tight valley of her breasts, delighting both of them.
"Oh Daddy, this is fun. You're fucking me after all. We made a cunt out of my tits and you're fucking it. You're fucking my tit cunt."
"Yes dear, I am and it's beautiful. Another time, I can lie on you with my cock between the cheeks of your arse. I can rub on it and it will be heaven when I go off there."
"How exciting, Daddy. You know so much about sex, so many ways to fuck. You could stick it in my arsehole too, couldn't you? I mean isn't that the way queers fuck each other?"
"Yes dear, but very few women like to take it up the bum."
"We could try it some day. Would you like to put it up my arse and go off there?"
"I have a hunch I'd like that very much, dear. That bum of yours is the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"That was a lovely tit fuck, Daddy," she told him as she let go of her breasts, "but let me play with your cock some more."
He surrendered his penis to her and her soft hand was better than velvet as it closed around his member and then she was slowly masturbating him again, using long, gentle strokes, driving him out of his mind with excitement.
"I'm getting close now, dear," he panted. "It will only fake a few more strokes ... just a few more ... now ... I'll take it ... get ready ... get ready, darling," Larry panted as he slowly pulled himself and felt the approach of the big moment.
"Now," he grunted, then she gave a moan of passion as she saw the first spurt of semen and felt it hitting one breast. It looked thick and rich, then another spurt of the fluid hit her and he aimed his weapon at her other breast.
When the spurting finally stopped, a few drops of semen fell onto one of her breasts, then he squeezed a few more out and told her, tiredly, that he was finished.
She gave him a dazzling smile, then her hands went to her breasts and she was rubbing the sticky fluid all over them, obviously in ecstasy. He saw the semen squishing between her fingers as she smeared it around, and despite his fatigue, he became wildly excited and aroused again.
Later, Patsy wiped the semen off her hands, but she refused to wipe it off her breasts, allowing it to dry there, wearing it as her special badge of womanhood.
While they took a time out in the action, Larry poured himself a drink and Patsy opened a beer. She wasn't accustomed to drinking, but in her woman role, she felt it only appropriate. Later, she told Larry, she was going to experiment with the kind of liquor he drank so that she could be a better companion.
"I've been thinking, darling," Patsy said later. "If you could get another hard-on, and if you gave it to me up my arsehole, then it would mean that both my holes got opened the same night. Would you like to do that?"
"Like is an understatement, darling. I'd love to be pressed against that beautiful bum with my cock all the way inside your tight little arsehole. Turn over dear and let me explore a little. I have a hunch it will make me get hard again."
Putting her beer down, she turned over eagerly and gave him her beautiful bottom to play with. He did so, lovingly fondling her lush cheeks, then he parted them, his hands gentle, and sighed at the sight of the little pink ring he found there.
"What a beautiful little pink jewel I found here in your crack, darling," he told her as he touched it lightly with the tip of a finger. "Before my prick stretches it open, I'm going to kiss and lick that sweet little ring."
It wasn't long before Larry achieved the hard erection he wanted, then they went to the bedroom. On the way, they stopped in the bathroom for a jar of lubricant.
"Is that to grease my arsehole, Daddy?" Patsy asked.
"Yes dear, to make it as easy as possible for you, I'm going to grease your hole and my prick as well. Even then, my cock may be too big for you," he told her as they reached the bedroom. "I want you to tell me if it hurts you and we'll do it in some other exciting way, like between the cheeks of your beautiful bum."
"I promise, Daddy," she told him and he wondered whether she would keep that promise.
He had her kneel on all fours on the bed, then he knelt behind her and began kissing and licking her bare buttocks and the crack between them. Telling her to put her head down and keep her bottom up high, he saw that it opened her crack wide for him and it was easy to get his lips on her anus to kiss and lick it. While she groaned with lust, he tongued her hole for a long time, then had her raise her head. She did so and watched as he opened the jar and pushed a finger into it.
"Ooh, I'm so excited, Daddy," she panted, then he was kneeling close to her and she felt the lubricated finger touch her hole. It amazed her that the finger slipped in so easily on the film of lubricant. She sighed as Larry went on fingering her slippery hole, obviously enjoying his labor.
After that, he took more lubricant and applied it to the head and shaft of his penis, making it shine in a way the girl found terribly exciting.
"I'm ready to bum fuck you now, darling," he told her as he took up his position and she felt the head of his penis rubbing between her buttocks.
Larry took his time about guiding his organ to the vital spot and she heard him panting as he pressed onto it, then he gave a slow push, she gasped and her anus opened to permit the head inside.
"How does it feel, darling?" he asked.
"Good. It's so big. Don't stop, Daddy, it isn't hurting. Give it to me, darling. Fuck my bum ... fuck me up the arsehole."
Larry fed penis to her in a series of slow strokes and although her anus felt as though it had been stretched out of all proportion and would never return to its original size, Patsy loved the feeling and kept telling him so. She loved it even more when he was all the way home and she felt his tummy pressing against her nether cheeks.
And then he was riding her, slowly at first, then a little faster. As he stepped up the pace, she heard the exciting sound of his tummy slapping her arched behind.
"Ooh," she sighed, "my daddy is spanking my bare bum with his belly."
His belly went on spanking her until he reached the point of blast off, then he pulled her silken bottom tightly against him and pumped his fluid into her.
It was the beginning of their wild, wonderful life or love and sexual abandon. Despite the difference in age, they were beautifully matched for sex and they never tired of playing old games and inventing new ones to add to their shared pleasure and to keep rekindling their love.
Fate allowed them a little over seven years of joy, then it sent a heart attack to take Larry away from her. The shock of his death was too much for her and her mind snapped.
Patsy was institutionalized and underwent a long period of treatment. Telling her story helped, and in time she recovered.
She told me that she may marry someday, but it will have to be a very special man, since he will be required to measure up to the standards her father established in her, of what a man and a lover should be.
CHAPTER 4
It was a sunny, warm afternoon and Zelda was sitting in the park. Despite the sun and the totally clear, blue sky, she wore an ugly black cloud over her head, a very personal cloud which no one else could see.
She was trying, without much success, to get over a divorce, one that had been necessary since her husband had told her that he was in love with someone else, a man, and that he wanted to be free to live with him.
After eighteen years of marriage, it came as quite a shock to her. His sex drive had been great in the early years of their marriage and had been adequate until they had been married about fifteen years.
He began having difficulty achieving an erection and she was patient, hoping he would get over his trouble. What she didn't know then, was that he had turned to homosexuality, and while he could achieve an erection easily with another male, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so with his wife, despite the fact that she was a very attractive woman with healthy sexual desires.
It had been more than two years since they'd had sex when, a few days after their daughter, their only child, left for college in another state, he broke the news to Zelda. He told her he had been waiting until the girl left home to break up the marriage.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she became aware of a boy walking on the grass in front of her. He was walking slowly and looking toward her. She realized then that she had seen him walking there a couple of times within the previous few minutes and wondered why.
The answer came as he passed her and began walking more quickly, a hand in his pocket. Checking, she saw that as she sat with her legs crossed, she was showing a generous portion of her thigh, well above the tops of her nylons, she guessed.
The boy couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen, she thought and was shocked that so young a boy would so daringly stare at a strange woman seated on a park bench. She had seen men do the same thing, but it surprised her that so young a boy would.
She saw him making a wide circle which would bring him back in front of her bench. Suddenly, sexual arousal flared and she felt her skin crawling with excitement. When the thought came to her, she wondered if she dared, then she looked around and saw that there were no other people in that particular section of the park.
Her hand trembling, she pulled the hem of her dress higher and waited for him to make his next pass. Opening the book she had brought with her, she pretended to read, watching his progress out of the corner of her eye.
He slowed as he reached the point from which he could see her crossed legs, then she caught her breath, pretended to be still looking at the book intently, then she uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees wide apart, positive that the boy was able to see clearly, the crotch of her nylon panties. Zelda recalled that she was wearing black panties and she tried to imagine what a thrill it was for the boy to stare at the contrast of black panties and white thighs.
After a little while, she looked up and was surprised to see that he was gone. She caught a glimpse of him just as he ducked into a clump of bushes. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was still able to see her. She pressed her knees together, then slowly opened them wide again and felt arousal continuing to mount.
Although the bushes were thick, she saw what she took to be a hand moving, then she knew what was happening. In his excitement at the sight of her crotch, he was looking at her thighs and crotch from the bushes and masturbating.
Checking to see that she still could not be seen, she raised the hem of her dress higher, then put a hand right into her crotch and rubbed her panties with the tips of her fingers, adding to her own arousal as she added to the boy's.
She couldn't be sure, but Zelda thought she heard grunting sounds coming from the bushes. Less than a minute later, she heard the bushes rustling, then she saw the boy running away.
Getting up from the bench, she walked back to her house, just a few blocks away. She went straight to her bedroom and stripped naked. Arousal burning hotly in her, she used a finger to masturbate until she climaxed, then she did it again.
Even after her second orgasm she wasn't satisfied, as memories of the excited boy burned hotly. She began to scold herself for having allowed him to waste his semen in the bushes when he could have shot it into her vagina instead, making it better for the two of them.
It was at that point that the germ of an idea was born in her mind. What would it be like, she wondered, to bring a boy like him back to her house and there, in comfort and privacy, to use her body to arouse him until he was out of his mind with desire, then take him to bed and show him how much more thrilling it could be to pump his semen into the vagina of a woman, rather than into a clump of bushes in a park.
The enormity of the thought frightened her a little, but the more she thought about it, the more exciting the plan became.
Wondering how it would feel to have the penis of a boy in her vagina, Zelda went looking for some object to use to simulate the penis of a boy of thirteen or fourteen. Still naked, she walked around the house, looking, then found herself in the kitchen.
In the fridge, she found a bag of carrots. She selected a small one, started to put the bag back in the crisper, then changed her mind. In it, there was a very big one and she took it too.
Holding it in her hand, she decided that it was about the size of an adult penis, but it felt cold. She put the two in the oven and left them there until they were warm, then she returned to her bedroom with arousal flaring hotly again.
Lying on the bed, she relived the exciting scene of the park that day, bringing the boy to life and, in fantasy, taking him into her bed with her. Her hands became his as they fondled her breasts, tummy and thighs, then a hand went into her crotch and the boy became very real as he stroked gently there, feeling the warmth and softness of her vulva, then exploring her vagina with a finger.
"Yes, dear," she said to the phantom boy, "you may stick your hard dickie in my cunt and give me a fuck now. Fuck me and shoot your cream right inside my juicy pussy."
Taking the smaller carrot in her hand, she rubbed it slowly up her right thigh until it was probing her crotch.
"You're almost there, dear," she urged. "Find the slit of my cunt and push it in. Yes ... there ... that's the place ... now slip it into me ... yes ... oohhh, that's so nice, dear."
And then the carrot was working in and out of her warm vagina and the whole scene had become so real for her that she could almost see the boy.
Passion continued to build as her hand worked the firm little carrot in her vagina, then she caught her breath and prepared for orgasm. When it came, her behind jerked up off the bed and she pushed the carrot all the way into her and went on to enjoy a climax much stronger than any she had known in years.
Since it had been such a good one, she decided to go around again, this time, upgrading the boy by using the larger carrot. As she expected, it was even more exciting and her climax, when it arrived, was strong and immensely satisfying.
The next day was Sunday and Zelda was confident the boy would be in the park again, hoping his luck would be as good as it had been the previous day. She went to the park just after lunch, freshly bathed and wearing her sexiest lingerie.
She was pleased to see that that section of the park was deserted as usual, and was even more pleased to see that the boy was already there.
Going to the same bench, she crossed her legs and picked up her book. As he made his first pass, Zelda waited until he was right in front of her, then she looked up and smiled warmly at him. A frightened look came over his face, then he hurried away.
For the first time, Zelda felt doubt regarding the planned seduction and when he didn't appear for a long time, doubt grew. Then she saw him preparing to pay another call and she knew she had to make her play.
As he approached the bench, she deliberately raised the hem of her dress higher, letting him see her doing it. She waited until he was opposite her, then she smiled again.
"Hi, dear. Please come and sit with me," she said in a husky, warm tone. "Come on, I don't bite," she said as he stopped in his tracks and appeared to be rooted.
The tips of her fingers went to the hem of her dress and she raised it over the top of a nylon, smiling at him as she did. His walk was strange as he approached the bench and she guessed his knees were weak.
"I really like the way you look at my legs, dear," she told him as he stood looking down at her. "There's nobody around now. I could uncross my legs and open them wide. You could squat and look all the way up, right into my crotch."
When he didn't speak, she uncrossed her long legs and moved her feet wide apart. He looked around, an expression of panic on his face, then he squatted and she heard a little whining sound break from him as he feasted his eyes then got up guiltily, blushing.
"Please sit, dear," she said, smiling and patting the bench. "Maybe I'll let you see even more later, if you're a good boy."
He hesitated, then sat on the bench beside her and she crossed her legs again, allowing him to see a portion of an expanded nylon top.
"My name's Zelda, what's yours?" she asked.
"Dick."
"I'd like to be friends with you, Dick. I'm very nice to my friends. I like to show them things and do exciting things with them. Tell me, dear, have you ever fucked a girl?" she asked, hoping she was not pushing too fast in wanting to get him hooked.
"N ... no," he stammered.
"Just wait until you do, Dick. You'll be thrilled as you lie down on her bare naked body, then stick your dickie in her nice warm pussy and fuck her. The first time you shoot your cream into a hot cunt, you'll just flip, it will feel so good."
Gradually, she got through to him so that he was talking, answering her questions and becoming more and more excited.
"Yes, I do see quite a few thighs, but none as nice as yours. Boy, you really show, your panties and everything. Some women get mad when they catch me."
"Do you only do it in parks, Dick?" Zelda asked.
"No. Escalators are good places. When I get lucky and there's nobody behind me, I follow a woman up an escalator. I stay a couple of steps behind, then I bend and look right up her dress."
"That does sound exciting, dear. Tell me what you've seen that way. Did you ever see a woman without any panties on?"
"No, but I've seen quite a few panties and girdles. Once in a while, I see a woman with a girdle and without panties. That way, I get to see a bit of the bottom part of her ... her behind."
"Go ahead, dear, say arse," she urged him with the same dazzling smile.
"Gee, Zelda, you're really something," he told her, beaming, most of his nervousness having passed.
"Have you ever been in a bedroom with a woman, watching while she stripped naked?"
"Oh no. Boy, that would really be something. Does your husband watch you when you take your clothes off at night?"
"I don't have a husband anymore. I divorced him. You see, he stopped being interested in women. He changed his tastes so that he prefers cock sucking and bum fucking with other men. I think he's stupid. Anyway, I live all alone now so that I don't have anyone to watch me when I strip naked."
"Boy, would I ever love to watch you un dressing and see you bare naked all over. I tried peeping in windows a few times, but I never saw very much."
"Would you really like to watch me stripping naked?" Zelda asked.
"Would I ever."
"Well, let me see now. I don't believe I have to do anything important this afternoon. I think I'll go home and take all my clothes off and have a bath. I'm nice and clean now, but I do enjoy rubbing lather all over my tits and my bum cheeks and my pussy. Would you like to come to my house with me?"
His eyes widened, his mouth fell open and Zelda heard a croaking sound that could have been the word yes. With a smile, she uncrossed her legs and got to her feet, the boy leaping to his feet to go with her.
"Tell me, dear," she said as they walked out of the park, "is Dick's dick hard?"
"It sure is. As soon as I saw you today, before I even saw your legs, it got hard right away."
"I'm glad, dear. Tell me, while you were in the bushes yesterday and I was showing you my crotch, did you pull yourself?"
"Yes," he replied and blushed.
"That's nothing to blush about, dear. When I got home, I was still very excited, very horny. I stripped naked and fingered my cunt until I had a couple of comes, then I got a carrot and pretended you were with me. When I stuck it in my cunt, I pretended it was your prick and that you were fucking me. I fucked myself with the carrot and had another lovely come. So you see, you don't need to be embarrassed about jerking yourself while you were looking at my thighs and the crotch of my panties. Any boy would do that and so would most men, I imagine."
"Boy, you're really different," he told her with admiration and excitement.
They continued to enjoy their erotic conversation, and then they were at her house and she was closing the door behind them, her heart pounding as was his.
"Here we are, dear," she told him. "All alone in the house and free to do anything we want. I'm going to pour myself a drink. Come help yourself to a Coke or anything you want."
Zelda poured herself a tall drink and the boy told her he was too excited to drink anything.
"That's nice, dear," she told him, then paused to sip her drink. "You're going to get a lot more excited than this though. Stand still, dear, I want to feel your hard prick," she told him, then felt it through his pants. "It is nice and hard, darling. Later, I may want to feel it poking in my cunt. Tell me, dear, if I decide I want to be fucked, would you lie down on top of me and do it?"
"I sure would. I always wanted to fuck somebody and you're so pretty. Boy, I'll bet that would really be something."
"You just may find out today, darling. When I get very horny, I want to fuck, and I'm getting pretty horny right now. Would you like to feel me up through my thin dress, dear?"
"Oh yes," he panted.
"Very well, go ahead while I sip my drink. Feel anywhere you like, but only through my dress."
Zelda trembled as she heard the boy groaning with passion while he felt all the way from the hem of her dress to the upper slopes of her breasts. He devoted special attention to her breasts and buttocks, then pressed a hand into her crotch and rubbed.
"Mmmm, that makes my pussy feel so nice, dear," she told him. "Will you want to feel my cunt and play with it when I'm bare naked?"
"Oh yes."
"I knew you would. All men like to play with a nice, clean cunt. They also like to kiss and suck and lick a cunt and make the woman have a come. I'll show you how, later. Let's go to my bedroom now, dear, it's more comfortable. I have a nice wide bed. There's lots of room on it for rolling around and fucking. It's been a long time since I've been fucked on my bed, except for when I fucked myself with my finger or a carrot."
"Gee, I sure like the way you talk. I never heard a woman talk like that before."
"Get used to it, dear, and you say all the words too," she told him. "I'd like that and I think you would too."
In the bedroom, she put her glass down and invited Dick to sit on the edge of the bed. When he did, Zelda raised the hem of her dress and fiddled with the snap of a suspender, then she turned and showed him her other thigh as she did the same there.
After that, she out-lined the form of her breasts as she fondled them, then she got onto the bed and sighed as she hiked the hem of her dress up and pushed a hand into the front of her panties.
"While I play with myself and finger my cunt a bit," she told him, "you take off all your clothes."
"All of them?" he asked, sadness in his tone.
"Yes dear, all of them. If you expect to see me bare naked, then you have to do as I tell you."
Dick was obviously shy about it, but he had no choice. If he made her angry, he feared, she would make him go home and then he would lose everything.
"I've never watched a boy undressing, dear," she told him as her hand played in her crotch. "I'm very anxious to see your hard little prick and your balls. Did you pull yourself this morning?"
"No, I wanted to, but I wanted to save it, in hopes of seeing you in the park again."
"That's nice, then your balls should be full of cream to shoot into my cunt, if I decide to let you fuck me today. Ah, there, what a beautiful hard cock you have, darling. Hurry, take your shorts right off and come let me feel your dick."
Perspiring with excitement, he went to her and she closed a hand around his penis, keeping the other busy in her panties.
"How yummy," she commented. "I can play with my cunt and your prick at the same time. Be careful you don't shoot all over me."
After she had played with his penis for a while, she released it, took the hand out of her panties and told the naked boy to kneel. When he did so, she went to him and, standing in front of him, raised the hem of her dress above her hips.
"Go ahead and feel me up, dear," she told him. "You may feel anywhere you like. Do you think I'm sexy in panties and garter belt and nylons?"
"You sure are," he assured her as he hurried his hands to her thighs and played there as well as with her buttocks and in the warmth of her crotch where he could feel the softness of her vulva through the clinging nylon as she squirmed hotly.
"All right, dear, that will do for now. It's time for me to give you the show I promised you. Are you ready to watch me undressing?"
"Oh yes. You're going to be so beautiful."
"Thank you, dear. I've been thinking about how I'm going to do it and I've had an idea. Tell me what you think about it. I'll pretend that I don't know you're in the room. You hide behind a chair or something, and peep at me while I undress. Don't make a sound. I think you'll find it more exciting that way. After I'm naked, I'll run a tub and have a bath. You can peep around the doorway and watch me. Doesn't that sound exciting, Dick?"
"Oh yes. That will really be something. Boy, am I ever lucky."
Dick crouched behind the chair, just a few feet away from her, then she turned her back to him and hummed.
"I'm so bored," she said aloud, "all alone in the house like this. I think I'll take my clothes off and have a bath. It's such a pity I don't have a good looking boy here to watch me."
She unfastened her dress, Dick's eyes focused on fingers which moved efficiently, then she slid the zipper all the way down and he saw her bare back and the band of her black bra. Her back still turned to him, she worked the dress down over her hips, wriggling her panty clad bottom as she pushed the dress down her thighs, then stepped out of it.
Zelda heard the little gasp escape the boy who was pretending to hide, and she smiled. She couldn't really blame him for letting the sound escape. Turning, she let him see how she filled her bra, then she bent and placed the dress carefully on the bench of her vanity. Her back was to him and as she bent, she gave him a thrilling view of her crotch as well as her behind which widened as she bent.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took her time about unfastening her suspenders, then rolling the sheer nylons down her legs and taking them off.
"Well, I guess I may as well take my bra off now and let my tits out for some air. I love to walk around the house with my bare tits bobbing. What a pity Dick isn't here to see my big boobs," she mused aloud as she unhooked her bra with her back turned to him, then turned and showed them, still pretending he wasn't in the room.
"My bra makes the poor dears feel so uncomfortable," she went on. "I'll give them a little rubbing to make them feel better. Ahhhh, that feels so good," she sighed as she rubbed the firmly jutting globes.
The boy had expected them to be conical or perhaps pear-shaped and was both surprised and delighted at the sight of the round breasts.
"Ah well, I'll take my panties off now, then I'll be ready for my bath. Mmmmm, the cool air feels so good on my bare ass," she said as she pushed her panties down and the boy stared at the lush, fleshy mounds of her bottom and the deep crack between. "My panties keep my ass and my cunt so hot."
Her back was turned to him as she bent to step out of the panties, then she turned and tossed them onto the chair behind which he was pretending to hide. "Too bad Dick isn't here," she said as he stared at her bushy mons veneris. "He could play with my warm panties while I have my bath."
Hearing her words, he picked up the panties and held them in a warm ball in his right hand, thrilling to the feel of the body-warmed nylon as he thrilled to the sight of the woman as she took off her garter belt and then was stark naked.
Moving her feet apart, she used the tips of her long fingers to spread the lips of her vulva, then allowed him to watch her as she slowly fingered her slit. When she took the finger out, she pushed it into her mouth and sucked it, causing the boy to tremble again as he wondered what the taste was like.
He recalled what she had said earlier about kissing and licking her organ. He wasn't sure he would like the taste, but the idea of having his face right between her thighs was more than exciting enough to make him want to at least try it.
Zelda went to the bathroom and he followed her. He saw her lush buttocks in motion as she walked, and vowed he would never forget the beauty and the excitement that was his that day.
As she reached the tub, she bent over it to run the water for her bath. For the second time since they had begun their charade, she heard a gasp escape him. Zelda knew what caused it and she smiled a secret smile.
"If anyone were watching from behind," she observed aloud, "he'd not only see my arse and thighs, but my hot little cunt as well."
As she said it, Dick watched one of her fingers go to her slit, then it pushed inside and she gave herself a slow fingering while the water ran into the tub.
"I'd better have a pee," the naked beauty said as she pulled the finger out of her organ and again sucked it. "After all, I wouldn't want to pee in my nice clean tub."
Going to the toilet, Zelda surprised the boy by raising the seat, as a man would do. Straddling the bowl, her back turned to the boy, she squatted and paused.
Dick took advantage of the delay to squat too, so that he had a better view of her buttocks and her crotch. At the same instant, he saw the stream hiss from below her and hit the water in the bowl. Often, in his prowling of the parks, he had followed women and girls into the bushes in hopes of seeing them urinate, but he had never scored, so that Zelda was making one more dream come true for him.
She finished, paused, then backed away from the bowl, moving closer to the staring boy, so close that he wondered if she could hear his heart pounding.
"Ah, the tub is full enough now," she said aloud. She went to it, bent to turn the taps off, giving Dick another exciting show, then she got into the water, sat and sighed as the warm, scented water caressed her body.
As he stared avidly, Dick was reminded of how, at the outset, that day in the park, he had been hoping only for a good view of a woman's thighs. What he saw in the tub, told him how far beyond that point he had been rewarded. And, if she meant what she said, there were more rewards to come, rewards beyond his wildest dreams.
After a little while, Zelda knelt up in the tub, facing him, then rubbed a rich lather into her hands. She carried it to her breasts and, for a long time, she drove the boy wild as she smeared the lather over them. Dick felt a strong desire to be doing it for her and hoped there would be another visit and that they would play a different game, one in which he would be called upon to wash her body as she was washing it. There would be other exciting areas of her body to which he would carry lather and massage it over her silken skin.
After a long time, Zelda rinsed her breasts and he saw them gleam wetly. She turned in the tub and, still kneeling, carried lather into her crotch, squirming as she worked there.
When she had rinsed again, the boy watched as her hands rubbed the lather over her big, oval buttocks and into the crack between. Again she rinsed, then turned to face him again.
"Ahhhh, that was a nice bath," she said aloud, again pretending to talk to herself. "It made me so horny though and there isn't anyone around to fuck me. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to finger my pussy until I have a nice come."
Kneeling in the water, she brought a finger to the slit in her crotch, worked it in and began stroking her clitoris. As she did, her left hand went to a breast and fondled it.
Dick's eyes alternated their focus between her crotch where one hand worked and the beautiful, big breast where the other kept excitingly busy. There was a dreamy expression on her face, then it became more intense and he noticed that the hand in her crotch was moving faster.
Seconds later, she cried out and her body jerked. It went on jerking so strongly that she was forced to grip the tub with both hands and hold on tightly. As her body jerked, her head remained thrown back as she emitted sighs and groans from her wide open mouth.
And then it passed and the boy was relieved to see a smile spread over her lovely face.
"All right dear," she said, "the game's over now. You may come in. Did you enjoy our little game?"
"I sure did. When you were doing all that jerking and moaning, right at the end, were you having a come?"
"Yes dear, and it was a nice one too. It's the first time I ever fingered myself with somebody watching. It gave me very big kicks."
"But I didn't see anything shooting out of your," he paused, "cunt."
Zelda smiled, then gave him a quick lesson in the difference between male and female orgasm. As she got out of the tub, her body shining cleanly, beads of water giving it a different appearance, she took a big towel and tossed it to the boy.
He towelled her shoulders first, then worked his way down, being nicely rough as he rubbed her back, more gentle with her breasts and especially so when he patted in her crotch with the rough fabric.
"Mmmm, that's nice, dear," she sighed. "Now to my arse and my thighs. Be rougher with them and really make my blood run."
Dick did his job well, delighting in his work, then they returned to the bedroom and got onto the wide bed. Zelda had him lie on his back, then she lay atop him, her breasts stabbing his chest as she kissed his mouth wetly, her tongue getting into the act, excitingly for the panting boy.
"Did you like that kiss, darling?" she asked as she raised her face from his and licked her lips.
"Oh yes. I never kissed like that before."
"That's the way a man and woman kiss when they're getting ready to fuck. After a few kisses like that, the man plays with the woman's tits and sucks them. That helps to get her horny and put her in the mood to get her cunt sucked and then fucked. I'll lie down now and allow you to go to work on my nice big tits. Use your mouth and your hands at the same time. I've got a nice reward waiting between my legs if you do the job well."
When Zelda lay back on the bed, he hurriedly sat up beside her and stared hotly at her luscious breasts, then he lowered his face toward one of them and, as his mouth and one hand claimed it, his other hand found another to play with while he sucked. Later, when Zelda told him to, he shifted his mouth to her other breast and went on sucking and fondling.
Her nipples were sensitive when she took the second breast away from him and turned over to lie on her tummy.
"I'm getting nice and horny, dear," she told him and sighed warmly. "See what your mouth and tongue can do to my bum. See if you can make me squirm."
Dick bent over her again and then he was rubbing her hips and thighs while he ardently kissed and licked her satiny buttocks. The cheeks were excitingly big, yet very firm.
He delighted Zelda when, without having been told to, he began licking up and down the deep crack between her buttocks.
"Oh yes, you darling boy," she urged, her mons veneris rubbing on the sheet, "that's the way. I'm getting very horny right now. I love to feel a tongue in my crack."
Her praise urged the boy on, then he was parting the plump cheeks and staring at the little pink ring. Instinct told him what to do and then her hands were pounding on the bed as he tongued her anus, an act no man had ever performed for her.
"That's enough, darling," she panted, then turned over and lay on her back. "Ooohhhh, that was heaven."
"It was for me too," Dick assured her. "I loved having my face right in between your beautiful bum cheeks. Did I really do it as good as a man?"
"Better than any man I've ever known, dear. You made me so horny I couldn't stand it anymore. I'll allow you to suck my cunt now. You'll make me come, then I'll be ready to be fucked. Think of it, Dick, you're going to lie down on a bare naked woman, put your prick inside her cunt and fuck her. Just wait until your cream is shooting in my cunt. It's going to be the thrill of a lifetime for you. Are you ready to suck and lick my cunt now?"
"Oh yes. I was a little afraid at first," Dick admitted, "but now I want to feel my face in your crotch. It will be so warm and smooth there."
"Yes darling, it will be and I'll be enjoying it too. Wait, I'll put a couple of pillows under my ass to get my cunt up higher where you can get at it more easily to suck it and give me a good come."
Zelda placed the pillows, then lay with her buttocks on them and opened her legs wide so that the boy could see what he was going to suck. Taking one of his hands, she guided a finger to her clitoris and explained that it was her trigger.
"After you've sucked my cunt and licked all around inside, you'll find my trigger with your tongue and give it a nice slow licking. After a little of that, I'll have my come. As soon as I'm finished, you'll lie right down on top of me and fuck me. Think of that while you're lapping my cunt, you darling lover."
His finger kept moving lightly on her clitoris as she talked, then she told him to get his face into her crotch and start sucking.
Dick needed no urging as he hurried his face to her crotch and she heard a muffled groan of ecstasy when he buried it there. His mouth was on her vulva and, for a little while it did nothing as he savored the warmth of her crotch, then she felt him sucking and licking as he rubbed both his hands over her smooth belly and thighs, adding to her pleasure.
He had been sucking for only a little while when, without her having to tell him, he worked his tongue into her slit and began probing her warm, juicy vagina. Her groan told him he was doing beautifully, so he kept his tongue moving while his hands rubbed firmly over her as she kept sighing and writhing on the bed, filling him with a sense of power that he could make a mature woman respond the way she did.
"Now dear," she panted, "get your tongue right on my clit. Lick it, darling and trigger the big one for me. Oh Jesus, I'm so ready for another great big come. Give it to me, baby ... give it to me."
While she panted and words babbled from her, Dick licked his way toward the top of the exciting slit and then he felt the hard little passion bud. As his tongue licked over it for the first time, she cried out and her bottom jerked up off the pillows. The movement caused him to lose contact, but he quickly found her clitoris again and then he was licking it slowly, as she had told him to.
"That's it, dear ... nice and slow ... there ... yes ... yes ... I'm getting very close, darling ... I'm almost there ... I can feel it getting ready ... it's going to be a big one ... here it comes ... lick ... lick ... AAARRRAAAAGGGGG...."
Her groan started low and rumbling, then built into a shriek. As she passed the pitch of her orgasm, the sounds turned into a series of grunts and sighs as the boy raised his face from her crotch to stare in awe at one of life's most beautiful sights, a naked woman in orgasm.
As the last fingers of passion stopped twisting, Zelda sighed and removed the pillows from under her.
"You dear, darling lover," she sighed. "I've never had my cunt lapped better than that. Your face is wet from my crotch. Your mouth will taste of my cunt now. Come kiss my mouth so I can taste my own pussy. What a joy it will be to taste my cunt juice in your mouth."
Hurriedly, he lowered himself onto her warm body, then his mouth was on hers and they were sharing a hot, passionate kiss.
"What a delicious flavor," Zelda said after the kiss as she licked her lips. "Did you enjoy the taste of my cunt, darling?"
"Oh yes, it was wonderful. So was the feeling of having my face in your crotch. A bare naked woman is even more exciting than I thought it would be, Zelda."
"Yes dear, it can be a very exciting thing, especially if the woman is both beautiful and horny. Are you ready to have your first fuck now?"
"Yes," he said, panting.
"Then move down a little so your cock is right in my crotch, then stick it in my pussy and start fucking. It's as easy as that, darling, and it's such a delight to fuck."
Dick worked his way down her body and when he reached the point where his penis was touching her organ, he found, to his delight, that his face was right between her lovely breasts.
"You're just the right height for me, darling," Zelda told him. "While you're fucking me, you'll be able to use your mouth on my tits. I like having my tits sucked while I'm being fucked. Find the slit now and stick your pecker in my cunt."
He had been trying to do it without using his hands, but it was too difficult, so he put a hand in her crotch, and, after only a little fumbling, he felt the head push into the soft warmth of her wet organ. With one more push, he buried it in her and felt her arms wrap warmly around him.
And then he was stroking, marveling at the thrill of his sensitive penis working in and out of her vagina. He had forgotten about sucking her breasts, so she moved his face a little to the left and then there was a breast in his mouth. While he sucked it, he continued to stroke his organ in her, every nerve and fibre of his body seeming to be involved in the erotic act.
"I'm gonna shoot ... I'm gonna shoot," he panted as he tried to hold back his ejaculation, but it was not to be delayed and then she was holding him tightly as his semen shot into her.
He panted, groaned and grunted through a long ejaculation while she held him tightly as he jerked and twitched in her warm crotch, then it was all over and he was resting in the warmth of her embrace while she comforted him in warm whispers.
Dick paid many more visits to her home after that, but so did many other boys. Zelda became quite expert at picking up boys. She learned that a raised hem and an exposed thigh had a magnetic effect on boys, and that all that was required after that, was a gentle, smiling, patient approach to lead a trembling boy to her home. Once that had been achieved, the rest was always easy and thrilling for her as it was thrilling to the boy who deposited his innocence, along with his semen, between her warm thighs.
To avoid suspicion among the neighbors, Zelda spread the word that she was tutoring to supplement her income, and they seemed to accept the story.
She has been seducing little boys for more than two years now and is still as delighted with the game as she was that first day when she took Dick home from the park to seduce him.
To add variety to her exciting life, she sometimes tutors a class of as many as three or four boys. Such orgies provide ecstasy for Zelda as she romps with her boys through every sexual act in the book, but the big thrill for her, as for any dedicated seducer, is when she gets that first response from a strange boy.
The locale varies from time to time, often it is a park, but there are other places equally productive. Twice, she has made the pickup on a city bus, spotting a boy sitting toward the rear, sitting opposite and raising the hem of her dress to show him her thighs.
Each time she began in this way, she displayed her thighs for a while, then patted the seat beside her and the boy accepted the invitation, then accepted her offer to feel what he had been looking at. Each time, when she got off the bus, an excited young boy got off with her and went to her home to have his virginity removed.
Zelda is aware that she is risking trouble with the law if she ever gets caught, but she is prepared to take that risk.
"With a good psychiatrist and a good lawyer," she explained to me, "I could easily beat the charge, then move to another city and start all over again."
It is quite obvious that she feels no guilt about what she is doing, and that she intends to go on doing it as long as her body remains attractive enough to serve her.
CHAPTER 5
By the time Drake reached the age of forty-four, he had reason to know that marriage was not for him. He had just been divorced by his third wife, for the same reason the two previous ones had divorced him, adultery.
Being faithful to one woman was as difficult for him as it would be for a hungry cat to ignore a fat mouse. He was handsome, intelligent, had a good sense of humor, and women were attracted to him. Each time he spotted a prospect, he savored the thrill of removing another bra to bare another pair of breasts; of fondling then lowering the panties of fresh talent.
He was a skilled lover, not just in the early stages of seduction, but later, as they writhed naked on a bed, the woman groaning for more and more of his magnificent style of making love.
Drake wasn't terribly selective either. He preferred his women young and clean and reasonably attractive, but a few times he had bedded ugly women because they had something special which appealed to him, something in the way of big breasts or buttocks, or perhaps, very long legs.
One woman whom he seduced strictly for the novelty of it, was enormous. She admitted to weighing a little over two hundred and fifty, but he suspected that three hundred would have been closer.
Her breasts were big and not very firm, but he got a bonus in the form of her massive buttocks which were, he decided, a real joy to fondle and kiss.
"I think you like my big arse," she commented when he was fondling the massive cheeks after intercourse as she lay on her tummy on the bed.
"It's the biggest one I've ever seen and I love it," Drake told her.
"How would you like to spank it?" she asked with a tone of excitement.
"I don't know," he replied, "I've never spanked an ass. Maybe it would be fun at that."
He discovered then that she was a masochist and had been since her early teens when her father took over the spanking chores in her home and, after each spanking, she would fondle a hot buttock with one hand while fingering herself to orgasm with the other.
She told him more of her secret and then she was on his lap and he was delighting in spanking the big cheeks. But spanking hadn't been enough for her and, when she got off his lap, crying and rubbing her fat, red buttocks, she went to his pants, removed the wide leather belt from the loops and doubled it. Her eyes shining, she handed it to him then bent over, her hands on the foot of his bed, her massive behind excitingly presented, her vulva visible below.
He gave her a couple of cuts with the belt, then she was screaming for him to beat harder. Taking his cue from that, he went on to give her a severe strapping which left her buttocks covered with purple bruises, then he dropped the belt and pressed against her hot buttocks.
When he inserted his strong penis in the warmth of her vagina, it was harder than it had been the first time he had given it to her and he rode her ample rear for a delightfully long time before his knees sagged as he shot his product into her greedily sucking organ.
What she didn't know, was that the entire spanking and strapping, as well as everything else they did, had been recorded on movie film and the sound tape recorded.
Drake happened to be one of the most highly regarded photographic technicians in the area and had devised remote controlled equipment which operated from buttons on the underside of the night table beside his bed.
No woman ever dropped her panties in his studio apartment without the event being recorded for posterity.
His film library included such things as the younger sister of the state governor, kneeling naked as she sucked his penis. In another scene, she lay smiling on the bed, working a long candle in and out of her vagina while Drake fondled her breasts, making sure that he didn't hide her face from the camera.
He had compromising movies and stills of other prominent women as well, but he wasn't the type to attempt to use them for blackmail. His business provided an income that was much more than adequate, and he wasn't a greedy man, except in the matter of sex, where his greed was insatiable.
Just after turning forty, Drake noticed a change in his sexual attitudes. It was subtle at first so that it had been going on for some time before he became aware of it.
Previously, he had preferred mature women, favoring those in their thirties or forties. They were better sex partners, he avowed, because they had been around, knew what sex was all about and had, generally, gotten beyond the stage of inhibitions.
Younger women, he observed, were more likely to be conscious of their beauty and self centered. They didn't want to get their hair mussed up, they made sex a tiring ritual in which they lay back while the male was expected to pay tribute to their beauty.
And then he began noticing a different category of females, the really young, the teenagers. The acceptance of the mini for women of all ages helped bring teenagers to his attention. He found himself staring at how their firm young thighs filled nylons, how their proud young breasts bobbed, especially in the cases of the daring young ones who joined the no bra club.
More and more, he paid attention to teenagers. He began going to the restaurants where they hung out, watching those who sat carelessly, or carefully as the case may be, so that they showed their thighs, some of them going beyond that and permitting glimpses of their crotches.
He wished pantyhose hadn't been invented since he enjoyed being able to measure the degree of each show he saw; a portion of expanded nylon top, all of the top and a little skin above, a lot of skin above the nylon and perhaps a suspender hugging a firm young thigh.
Their thighs looked exciting enough in pantyhose, but there wasn't the same excitement for him since no matter how much a girl showed, he knew he wasn't going to enjoy the thrill of seeing bare skin above nylon.
Often, he was sure a girl knew he was looking at her thighs, yet she either didn't change her position to cut off the view, or she changed it so that she showed a little more.
He had heard and read of the sexual exploits of girls of fifteen or sixteen and even younger, and as he gazed at young thighs, he began forming mental pictures of teens at sexual play.
Surely, he told himself, if a girl of that age enjoyed sex with relatively inexperienced, fumbling youths, they would find it far more exciting to make out with a mature man, one who had been around and knew how to satisfy a woman far more excitingly than a callow youth could do the job.
The theory was fine, but in order to prove it, he needed a willing young girl to help him put the theory to the test. Drake kept wondering how he was going to find a young partner for his sexual experiment, then a chance remark gave him the lead he had been looking for.
A high school sex club had been exposed and the father of one of the girls, who had since turned sixteen, told a friend, in confidence. The friend told Drake, also in confidence.
What brought up the subject of the girl, was a recent newspaper picture of her and two other cheerleaders in action. Looking at it, Drake saw the long legs and lush thighs. She was doing a cartwheel and he liked the look of the way her gym panties hugged a bottom which gave promise of being plump and firm, just the way Drake liked bottoms to be.
The rest was simple. He phoned the girl's home one morning, wanting to talk to the mother rather than the father. Mothers, he had learned, were delighted at the prospect of their daughters becoming models; fathers tended to resent their precious daughters showing their bodies to photographers or painters.
He gave the woman his prepared story of requiring a young, attractive, non-professional model. There would be a fifty dollar fee for a couple of sittings and then, if she turned out to be good, there could be other jobs.
At first the woman was suspicious, but Drake gave her impressive names as references and went on to point out that other interests, especially those which could lead to a career, could be helpful in character development for a girl of Eve's age.
Given the trouble her daughter had already been involved in, that struck a responsive chord and the deal was made. Eve would report to his studio after school the following day, and if a second sitting were needed, she would return the next day, a Saturday.
That gave Drake plenty of time to work out a plan to seduce the girl.
But while her seduction was his goal, it was only a first step. If he scored, and he was confident he would, he would then move on to what he considered to be the ultimate step, seduction of a tender young virgin. He was approaching his task with the dedication of a man of science seeking the perfect cure for cancer.
When Eve arrived, right on schedule, on Friday afternoon, she looked a little nervous, although she tried to hide it. As he had instructed, she carried her cheerleader's outfit with her.
Smiling, he encouraged her to sit and chat so that she would be relaxed when he started shooting. He told her about modeling as a career and painted it as an easy, glamorous life.
He drew her attention to the many photographs which were hung about the studio, many of them having been put there that day as a part of his plan to seduce her. The majority of the pictures showed nudes in various poses.
"You don't plan on taking my picture in the nude, do you?" she asked.
"No, Eve, that's why you have your uniform with you. Don't tell me a modern, sophisticated looking girl like you would be afraid of being photographed in the nude though. I'm surprised."
"Oh, I wouldn't be afraid," she replied hastily. "It's just that if I did and they ever found out, I'd get killed. They're real squares."
"As I see it, most parents are," he told her with a show of understanding. "I saw that early and that's why I never got married," he lied. "I find I'm able to meet with young people on their own grounds. Many of their beefs against society are the same as mine. It surprised me to keep finding that I get along with the young, better than I do with my peers."
"I can see that in you," the girl told him, still trying to appear sophisticated, something on which he had counted heavily in his plan. "It's something in your eyes."
"You're very perceptive, Eve," he told her in a confidential tone, "and you're also very beautiful. Now that you mention it, photographing you in the nude would be quite an experience, even though I've done it so many times."
"I guess you get so used to seeing nudes it doesn't do anything to you after a while, like doctors."
"Don't buy that line, dear. Artists are constantly saying that about themselves, but I suspect it's a cover to keep their wives happy. Not all naked women turn me on, but your body is more than just beautiful, it's firm and I suspect it contains that quality which would make me delightfully uncomfortable, if you follow me," he added and winked, his smile getting through to her.
"Well, I guess we'd better get on with it. The professional models usually just change here while I discuss the job with them, but there's a room in there you may use if you wish," he told her, pointing to his bedroom or, as it was referred to in his select circle, his workshop.
He saw that she was nervous, not wanting to appear chicken, yet hesitant about stripping in front of a man she had just met.
"I'll tell you what," he said, snapping his fingers. "The first few shots will just be setups to give me some ideas. Leave your regular bra and panties on and slip into your uniform. Later, if we have to take some more revealing shots, you can change panties."
Still trying to look very sophisticated, Eve opened her short dress, pushed it down and stepped out of it. She didn't hurry about reaching for her uniform. She saw Drake looking her over and it excited her.
"Will I do?" she asked.
"You'll more than do, Eve. My God, what a beauty you are. I could offer further evidence, but I'm afraid I'd shock you."
"I'm only sixteen," she told him with a sly smile as she posed for him in bra, panties, garter belt and sheer nylons, "but I've been around. I don't shock easy."
"No? Then take a look at this," he said, then used his fingers to show her the outline of his stiff penis. "I've seen a lot of nudes, I've photographed them and I've taken plenty of them to bed, but one look at you and it went straight up."
"It looks like there's a lot of it," she observed, obviously excited.
"There's enough, I'm told, and I wish you were a little bit older."
"I may be older than you think, in some ways," she told him. "I'm no dumb little virgin from the country."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Eve. Now let's get to work before my hands get too shaky to use a camera."
Her short uniform skirt stopped well above the tops of her nylons so that he had the expanded tops of the sheer nylons to admire as well as the black suspenders which caressed her lightly tanned thighs.
"Do you think I'd be popular at the games with my outfit the way it is now?" Eve asked with what was intended as a naughty grin.
"I think the game would be called off and you'd set a new record for getting raped," he told her, then began taking pictures. "Don't worry about these shots," he lied, "I'll destroy pictures and negatives as soon as I'm finished with them. The same will apply to any that aren't used for the client. Care to be a little daring, Eve?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
"I'm thinking in terms of an angel-devil shot, the innocent, ail-American girl of your uniform, and the sexy look of your black panties caressing that lovely bottom. Hold the tail of your skirt up and look back over your shoulder with an innocent smile."
Giggling, she complied and he felt his penis throbbing as he took two shots in slightly changed poses, then had her turn and hold up the front of her uniform for more pictures.
"I didn't need to be very daring for that," Eve told him, looking very proud of herself, much more confident than she had been at the outset.
"Do you feel like being a little more daring then?"
"Sure."
"Then take your uniform off and we'll see how daring you can really be. If the front of my pants gets wet, you'll know I had an accident," he told her and caused her to giggle, then after she had removed the uniform, her expression changed and she rubbed a hand down the front of her clinging panties.
"You know what's happening to you?" Eve said. "Well, the same thing is happening to me.
"I'm glad to hear it," he told her as he rubbed a hand over the bulge of his erection. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No. Why?"
"That next room I mentioned earlier happens to have a big, comfortable bed in it. We don't have to keep shooting pictures forever, you know."
"No, we don't, do we?" she replied and licked her lips seductively.
He took a couple pictures of her removing her bra one cup at a time, then had her turn her back so that he could take a few of her lowering her panties.
Drake had gasped at the first sight of her firm, boldly jutting breasts and he was hungering to get his hands and his mouth on them. As she stood, bent a bit from the waist, her panties pushed halfway down her buttocks, he found more targets that he was anxious to get at.
Deciding to stop wasting his time taking pictures, he had her step right out of her panties, then took her in his arms for a passionate kiss. While their mouths mashed wetly, he allowed her to feel the strength of his erection as it pressed against her. As though to prove that she was no innocent little girl from the country, when the kiss ended, she unzipped his fly and reached inside to fondle his penis.
"That's got to be the biggest one I've ever seen," Eve told him. "Take it out and let me see it."
"As soon as we get to the bedroom, honey," he told her. "I'm anxious to take it out for you, but not just for you to see it though. After I've loved you up a while and have you squirming, I'm going to hide it so you can't see it."
"Where are you going to hide it, big man?"
"I'm going to look for a tight little slit in your crotch and bury it there. You won't be able to see it, but I'll make you know it's there."
They hurried to the bedroom, then he pressed a button on the underside of the table to activate the movie camera. He invited her to crouch and take his penis out for him, and she did so, eagerly.
"What a beautiful big cock," she panted as she held it in her hand. "Jesus, the size of that head. It's really going to stretch my cunt for me.
"That's where the joy is, baby. Tell me, do you like having your tender little cunt sucked and licked?"
"I'd say yes, but that's only a guess. I've only been screwed by a few guys and none of them did that to me."
"It's really wild, Eve," he told her as she went on playing with his penis. "I love eating cunt, but I've never eaten a tender young one like yours. Would you like to give it a try?"
"You better believe it. I'll blow your joint if you like."
"Typical of boys," he told her. "They taught you to blow them, but they never got around to going down on you. I think you're going to find out that a man is a much better bet than a boy."
"I think I see that already. You treat me like a woman, not just a piece of tail."
"I'm going to try to make it even better for you as we go along, Eve. I'll strip now, then we'll see some action, real action."
Drake hurried out of his clothes, then the girl moved into his arms again, rubbing hotly against him as they kissed.
"God, what a man you are, Drake," she told him. "You're all man and then some. I'll bet you get all the fucking you can handle."
"I'm offered more than I can handle," he said. "As a result, I just pick out the best."
"Does that include me?" she asked, her cheek on his chest as he fondled her lush buttocks.
"I'll think of them as we go along. One I think of right at this moment is sitting on my face. You'll like that."
"Sitting on your face?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes. Not sitting in the usual sense, but parking your tender little pussy on my mouth to get it sucked. When you come, you rub it all over the man's face and make it nice and sticky for him. There's one gal in particular who likes to ride my face, then when she's coming, she works her crotch until she pushes it down over my nose. She tells me my nose feels like a cock in her cunt."
"Oh man, you really are too much."
"I'm glad you think so, Eve, but no matter how great you think I am, we'll keep my name our little secret, won't we? After all, you wouldn't want to get me into trouble, would you?"
"Be sure of it. Sure, I'll have to tell a few of my special girl friends about you, but I won't mention any names and won't even say what you do for a living. You'll just be a man without a name and they'll piss in their panties when they hear about it."
Drake took the girl onto the bed then and put an end to his hungering for her luscious young breasts. When he claimed them with his hands, they were even firmer than he had expected. In his mouth, he found them just as thrilling and his delight was communicated to her as she squirmed all over the bed, telling him she was going out of her mind and acting very much as though it were the truth.
He kept her squirming as he fondled the cheeks of her beautiful bottom, then arching it for the benefit of the camera and working a finger in and out of her anus, then, when she was almost crying with passion, he decided to do something about it.
"You're great, Eve," he panted, "but all that squirming must have made you tired. Come sit on my face and have a rest."
"That's for me," she told him eagerly, "but it isn't going to be any rest. I've been waiting for a long time to find out how it feels to get cunt lapped. I'll bet you're going to be real good," she added as she got to her knees and went to him as he lay on his back.
"Just kneel astride my head with your crotch above my face," he told her and she swung a leg over him. I like to tease myself for a while before the woman comes down on my face. You'll like it too. I'll play with you. This position allows plenty of freedom for playing," he told her and proved his point with a hand in her very warm crotch and another rubbing over her smooth buttocks and thighs.
"Okay, baby," he told her as he took a finger out of her vagina where it had brought her very close to orgasm, "bring it down to me nice and slow. Make me wait for it, don't hurry. That's the way, spread those knees. Oh what a sweet little cunt, what a glorious ass. I think if I got horny enough, I'd eat your shit. I know I'd drink your bubbly piss."
"Did you ever drink a woman's piss, Drake?" she asked, pausing in the delivery of her crotch to contemplate the thought.
"I've done everything there is, darling. One of these days I'll be thirsty when you're around and you'll find out. That's it, Eve baby, it's coming down right on target. Oh sweet Jesus, what a sight you are, baby. You're almost there."
And then she was there and they both grunted with arousal as her vulva made contact with his mouth. She felt his hands tighten their grip on her, then he was sucking greedily in her crotch, driving her so wild with lust that she began caressing her breasts to help along.
While Drake sucked and licked her organ and his hands maintained a moving caress of her buttocks, Eve kept moaning, almost wailing. No boy had ever brought her even a fraction of the arousal which churned in her body as Drake worked in her crotch with lips and tongue.
And then her sounds became louder as climax arrived, exploding in her belly and crotch like rockets. As it did, he gripped her hips and exerted a downward pressure which pressed her rubbing crotch more firmly on his face. After a long time, the orgasm passed and she stopped her frantic jerking.
She dismounted, sighing deeply, then she was lying on her back and Drake was feeding his big, strong penis into the tightness of her vagina, stretching it and making her moan some more. Unlike the boys with whom she'd had sex, Drake rode her smoothly and slowly, allowing her to feel the slow thrust of each stroke of his strong organ. His weight was partly on her, just enough to make her feel good.
"I'm going to come again," she panted, wide eyed. "I never came with a cock in me ... oh yes ... yes ... yes," she panted, then she was shrieking again as orgasm paid a return visit.
While she went wild for the second time, he pushed the full length of his penis into her and left it throbbing there.
"Fucking can't be this good," she sighed, a little later. "It just can't be."
"Yes it can, Eve. Will you want to visit me again and get some more first class fucking?" he asked, his penis still resting in her hot depths.
"Oh yes. Every day, if you'll let me."
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, dear, but I'd love to have you call me from time to time and set it up. Just relax now and I'll give you the rest of your fucking. You have a beautiful body and a sweet, tight little pussy. I'll feed your pussy some warm cream now and make it purr."
He rode her a little faster than he had before, then she felt him tensing for his climax and she moaned as she waited for his charge to blast off. When it did, it shot strongly into her as he ground strongly in her crotch and her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. He fed her the biggest charge she had ever taken and after he rested on her firm young body for a while and then withdrew from her tight nest, she was still sighing with ecstasy.
"Oh Drake," she said in a weak voice, "you shot such a load of cream up my cunt. I can't hold it all, I can feel it trickling out of my slit and running between the cheeks of my ass. Oh darling, what a lovely fuck it was. I may never fuck boys again, just men."
"You've got so much beauty, Eve. You shouldn't just toss it around. Before you let anyone between your legs, make sure he's good enough to deserve it. Want to come back tomorrow to ... uh ... shoot some more?"
"You know I do," she replied with a sigh.
Alone in his studio after Eve left, Drake decided that teenage talent was as thrilling as he had hoped it would be. As he closed his eyes, he could almost feel again the silken firmness of her beautiful young body.
When she returned the following day, she not only confirmed his earlier feelings about young flesh, but she provided him with some exciting movie material as well.
Using the same approach he had employed to bring Eve to his studio, Drake tried three young virgins in a row, but each time he was obliged to give up as the girl balked.
And then, on his fourth try, he felt arousal mount as she responded more eagerly than the others had. Like Eve, she was sixteen, old enough to avoid a charge of statutory rape. Too, she had a lovely, firm body and satiny smooth skin. She wanted desperately to become a model and, with her lithe body and beautiful face, he felt she had a chance.
He sounded even more optimistic as he told her he liked her and would do what he could to help. He concentrated on making her feel grown up and sophisticated, then he led her so far along that path that she couldn't say no when he told her he wanted to take a few nude shots of her, assuring her that only a friend of his who ran a modeling agency would see the pictures.
She blushed shyly as she removed her bra to bare beautiful, light breasts, then she was stepping out of her panties and Drake thought he could hear his penis moaning with desire to get into the firm young beauty.
He took a few pictures and she began to relax as she became more accustomed to nudity in the presence of the man. When he felt she was ready, he told her he would have to make her nipples stand out.
She didn't protest as he reached for one with a finger and thumb and it responded quickly. But more than just her nipple was responding, he felt confident.
"There's a better way of doing this, Nancy," Drake told her. "It makes the nipples harder and moisture gives them an added sheen which photographs excitingly."
He gave her a warm smile, then bent his head and took the other nipple and a portion of her breast in his mouth. He heard her moan as he sucked and one hand rubbed up and down her smooth young back, moving all the way down to the upper slopes of her buttocks.
He sucked until her nipple was excitingly hard, then he moved his mouth to the other and kept Nancy trembling until he decided it was enough.
Later, as he positioned her for another shot, he held her warmly, then brought his mouth to hers. Her sigh was the sound of surrender and he took her in his arms and kissed her, lightly at first, then with passion and he felt her pressing eagerly against him. It was obvious that she felt the form of his erection, yet it didn't seem to frighten her.
After the kiss, he continued to hold her, talking in warm whispers of her beauty and of how it aroused desire in him, a desire that couldn't be stilled. She made no protest when he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom.
When he lay her on the bed, he did it in such a way that she was lying across it, her buttocks protruding a little over the edge. Dropping to his knees, he raised and parted her legs, then she was writhing and moaning in passion as he kissed and licked her thighs. Her legs did not resist as he parted them widely to feast his eyes on her beautiful little virginal organ, then she felt moist, warm breath in her crotch and gasped aloud at the feel of his mouth on her vulva.
He kissed and licked the warm lips, then he began to suck. The girl groaned loudly, low, quavering groans of lust as he sucked and licked in her crotch until she and he knew that she was close to orgasm.
The sound she emitted when he stopped lapping then, was one of despair.
"My mouth will be back on your sweet little pussy in a few seconds, darling," he told her as he hurried out of his clothes, then she saw his naked penis and gave a very different kind of gasp.
"It's so big," she said, her eyes wide with what he hoped was not horror.
"It's just a perfect size for you, darling," he told her, then dropped to his knees, pressed his face into her crotch and resumed lapping her.
This time he didn't stop and she was soon kicking her pretty legs and squealing with abandon as orgasm swept over her. While it was still happening, Drake got up and turned her on the bed, then he was on her, his body in her crotch, his stiff penis parting the tender young lips of her vulva.
When he had the head inside, savoring the tightness of her tender young vagina, he paused, wondering if she were going to protest, but she didn't. His timing had been too good to permit that.
As she opened her eyes, he smiled warmly down into her face and her answering smile was nervous but warm. While he whispered words of love and beauty and excitement, Drake fed his penis into her and she wrapped her arms around him.
She gave only a little cry when he broke through her barrier, but it proved to be very thin and broke easily. Drake fed her the full length of his organ, then lay on her, telling her to relax and enjoy her first act of intercourse.
"It isn't hurting much, is it, darling?" he asked as he felt his penis throbbing as it stretched her.
"No, it's just burning a little. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would."
"I'm glad, darling. Now your tender little cunt is open and you can fuck whenever you want. It will never hurt you again. Try to relax and enjoy the feel of my cock working in and out of your hot little pussy. You have the sweetest, tightest little cunt I've ever seen. Did you like the way I sucked and licked it and made you come?"
"Oh yes, that was the wildest, most wonderful thing ever. I didn't want it to stop. Your face felt so good in my crotch."
"And my big, throbbing prick is going to feel good while I give you a sweet, slow fucking. Relax, darling and try to feel every stroke. Here we go now, slow and easy. My God, how beautiful and exciting you are, dear," he added, then he was stroking slowly, each stroke long and thrilling for the girl despite the slight burning in her vagina.
Drake held his charge back as long as he could, hoping that the girl would achieve another orgasm, but then it became obvious that she wasn't going to, so he whispered to her that he was going to ejaculate in her.
As his strong body jerked in her warm crotch, she panted and sighed along with him as she felt hot juice squirting strongly into her.
Along with Eve, Nancy became a frequent visitor to Drake's studio and to his bedroom. Later, they brought other girls along and as they romped in wild orgies, the girls provided him with many thrilling movies and stills.
Gradually, he lured the girls into performing oral sex on each other, then the films, as well as his sex life, became even more exciting.
To Drake's delight and somewhat to his surprise, he was able to lead Nancy into a model ling career, then did the same for Eve. Having learned the lesbian arts under Drake's tutelage, they were equipped to make the right impression on the woman who operated the modeling agency, and that helped.
From time to time, Drake has a brief encounter with a mature woman, but teenage girls are now his thing, especially trembling young virgins whom he loves to seduce in his slow, patient style.
CHAPTER 6
Alice stood naked beside the bed. While she rubbed both hands over her big white breasts, she looked down at the boy who lay on his back, his penis strongly erect.
"Are you going to do a very good job of sucking my cunt, dear?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Miss Alice. You do know how I love to see your beautiful white bum and your crotch coming down on my face. I so love the taste of your pretty cunt, Miss Alice. Please allow me to suck and lick in your crotch for a long time."
"Very well, dear. Since you're so sweet, I shall let you give me two or three comes while I ride your face and make it all wet and sticky. After that, my cunt will be very wet when you stick your little dickie bird in it to fuck me."
The twelve-year-old boy watched in delight as her big breasts bobbed while she got onto the bed, then knelt astride him. He looked up into the familiar wide crotch, familiar because he had been looking at it for more than a year, and his hands went to the backs of her thighs where they rubbed lovingly.
As usual, the woman remained kneeling with her crotch well above his face, while she played with her breasts and he squirmed in hot anticipation.
"Tell me what you can see, dear," she said as she so often did when kneeling above his face, teasing him and herself with the waiting game.
"Please Miss, I can see your pretty cunt and your thighs and your lovely big tits. I can see a little of the bottom of the cheeks of your beautiful big arse, and ... oh Miss Alice, you truly are so beautiful."
The boy's titled father would have been delighted had he seen and heard the erotic scene being played between his son and the thirty-eight-year-old nanny. He perhaps wouldn't have been so rapturous over the beauty of the big woman, though he found her to be a wonderful romp, when he slipped into her room on an average of once or twice a week.
But his proper English mother would have been horrified, and Alice knew that, so she was very careful about where and when she had sex with the boy for whose care she was responsible.
She knew they were alone in that wing of the mansion in the quiet village, less than an hour's run from London. The madam was visiting, the master was at work in the city, and the remainder of the staff were going about their business which did not involve being in that wing at that time of day.
"Now then, dear child," Alice said, as she went on fondling her breasts, something which she, as well as the boy, never seemed to tire of doing, "I shall lower my hot crotch now and feed you your lunch. Come eat my fanny."
(author's note: In England, the fanny refers to the female sex organ, rather than to the bottom as it does here.)
Sighing, she watched her reflection in the mirror as she lowered her crotch toward the waiting face of the boy, then her big, naked body jerked strongly and she heard a muffled groan of passion as her vulva touched his mouth.
Sucking and licking her organ was something the boy had learned quickly and well and he went on to demonstrate how well he could perform the act as the big nude sighed and rubbed lightly on his face.
He withdrew his tongue from her slit the moment she went into climax, then waited excitedly while she rubbed her wet crotch all over his face. When it was over, she sighed, then his mouth and tongue went back to work.
Again he paused in his lapping of her while she climaxed, but then their orderly plan was scrapped as the door opened, the boy's mother stood in the doorway and all hell broke loose.
"Sorry lamb," Alice said as, with total composure, she dismounted his face, "I'm afraid you shall not get your fuck today."
Alice's casual attitude and her proud smirk further infuriated the woman who seemed about to attack her, then, noticing her size and strength, drew back and ordered the nanny out of the house.
"My dear child, my baby," the woman said as she ran to the bed and took her naked son in her arms, "what terrible things has this beast done to you?"
"Nothing terrible at all," Alice replied for the boy as she fitted her big breasts into cups of her bra with the same casual air. "I've taught the lad the joys of lapping cunt and of fucking. The better things of life, I'd say, though I doubt you'd agree since you could probably store ice cubes in your cunt without harming them."
The woman opened her mouth as though to say something, then turned away, taking her son in her arms again and lying beside him to cry in shock, anger and frustration.
It had been a good job, the pay had been good and there had been a man and a boy to satisfy her lusty sexual desires, but Alice felt no great regret as she busied herself with packing and preparing to leave. Later, one of the staff drove her to the station with her things so that she could take the train to London.
"So yer 'of bloddy cunt was too good fer me, was it?" he asked bitterly as they drove out of the grounds.
"But of course, Alfred," Alice replied in a haughty tone. "It really is a matter of class, you know. One of your station must be content with the maids."
"I could bloody well dump you on yer fat arse and let you walk to the station," he growled angrily, stinging under her calm abuse.
"You could, I suppose, but I doubt that the master would approve. You would be looking for employment before the day is out."
They drove on to the station without further talk. The driver was properly submissive as she directed him to have her bags checked. As the train slowed to a stop, she wondered where her next position would take her. All she knew about it was that there would be a boy in the house and she would seduce him. Boys, she had long since decided, make such perfect little sex slaves.
In London, she phoned her former employer and arranged to meet him early that evening. When she told him what had happened, he roared with laughter. There was no shock involved since his wife had phoned him previously and demanded that he have Alice arrested and charged with rape.
He had brushed off her demands, pointing out that it would set off a terrible scandal. Knowing that Alice would be in touch with him, he had prepared for that and was ready when he met her at her room in a modest little hotel, not far from the station.
"Thanks for making a man of the lad, Alice," he told her with a grin. "Sorry as hell you got caught at it. Must have been a bit of a sticky wicket when old frozen all walked in on you."
"Really, sir, it was more funny than anything else. It was all I could do to keep from laughing," Alice told him. "If only you could have seen her face, especially when I told her she could store ice cubes in her cunt."
The man doubled over, roaring with laughter as he listened and tried to picture his wife's face on hearing such words from an employee.
When he was able to stop laughing, he handed Alice two plain envelopes. One of them contained a glowing letter of reference, the other contained money, enough of it, he pointed out, for her to go anywhere in the world and take her time about finding another position. She thanked him and put the envelopes into her purse.
"Do you have to leave, sir?" she asked politely, "or would you like to have one more go around, for old time's sake?"
"One more by all means, my girl," he told her with enthusiasm as he began undressing. "Damn, but I am so going to miss those beautiful big tits of yours and that big, lovely arse."
"Do you mean you won't miss my fanny then?" Alice asked.
"Of course I shall, you horny bitch. Get it uncovered and I'll show you. By the way, does the little devil lap your cunt well?"
"Your little devil laps like an angel, sir," she replied and went on to tell the man how long the boy had been serving her body.
When they were both naked, they met on the bed and enjoyed a long, lusty romp. In the course of it, Alice showed him the way she liked to ride his son's face and the man enjoyed it thoroughly, especially when she went jerking into orgasm and gave him a hot, sticky facial.
Later, when he asked her to, she rode him again, this time farther down his body with her crotch impaled on his long, strong penis.
A few days later, Alice flew to Canada, armed with names and addresses of some friends of her former employer. She contacted the friends and one of them told her of a friend of his who could offer just the opportunity she wanted. His wife had died a few months previously and he'd had difficulty getting reliable help. When the woman told Alice that the man had only one child remaining at home, a thirteen-year-old son, Alice felt a surge of excitement. Thirteen was a little older than she liked, but it would do, if everything else turned out well.
Alice made an appointment, then went to visit the man at his home. Her English accent and intelligence, as well as her confidence and general poise, impressed him and he offered her a salary well above average.
"You may find it strange that I need a woman to take care of a thirteen-year-old boy, but you see, Brent has some ... uh ... problems."
Before accepting the offer, Alice had to know what those problems were. The man admitted that he had not paid much attention to his family and, while the older child had developed quite well, Brent had become a mummy's little boy and refused to drop the role.
"His health is good, I've had it checked, but he's lifeless and listless. He doesn't play with other boys, he spends all his time reading or listening to classical music. Damn it, he's becoming so mamby pamby, I'm afraid he may turn queer as he gets older."
There was just a trace of a smile on Alice's face as she assured the man that she would save his son from that fate and would turn him into a more normal boy.
As she toured the house with her employer-to-be, she saw that with only a little effort, one wing of the spacious place could be maintained as a separate suite, giving her the privacy she wanted.
Pointing out that she wanted the boy subjected to no influences except her own, until she began to make progress with him, she explained her plan and the man assured he would have the changes completed within a couple of days.
"Owning a construction firm, among other things," he told her, "will make that very easy."
They returned to the living room and she accepted his offer of a drink. As he went to pour it, Alice made a quick adjustment to the hem of her dress which raised it well above her knees. As she crossed her legs, she was confident that she was giving a nice display of her firm thighs.
He sat opposite her and they sipped their drinks as they chatted about differences between England and Canada. From time to time, she noticed him stealing glimpses of her thighs and that pleased her.
"I expect you'll find it lonely here until you make a few friends," the man told her and she saw him stealing another look at her thighs.
"I suppose I shall," she agreed. "I doubt that I'll have much in common with the other servants around here. I understand that in Canada, servants are from the lower classes, as are the lower class servants in England."
"That's true, Alice. It's obvious to me that you are not lower class in your background."
"That's right. My family fortunes fell apart when I was a child. My father killed himself. Relatives gave us what help they could, I got an education, but then I had to find employment. Being a nanny permitted me to retain a certain status, above that of a general maid. I found I liked the work, so I just went on doing it. But I imagine you know something about loneliness too, what with your wife having passed away so recently."
"Ah yes," he said with a sad sigh that Alice saw was forged. "I do have my work, of course," he went on, "but then there are those evenings when a man can feel so lonely, rattling about an empty house."
"I quite understand, sir," she told him and recrossed her legs, drawing his attention to her thighs. "I want you to know I'll do what I can to make your home more pleasant and comfortable for you."
"Thank you, Alice. Look, we Canadians are not as formal as you English. When there are just the two of us, please call me Herb. When there are guests, of course, or the maid or cleaning woman is around, I guess we'll have to be a little more formal."
"Very well, Herb, and thank you," she said and gave him a warm smile.
Alice saw that he was almost squirming and told herself that it wouldn't be long before he would be doing his squirming while lying on her naked body.
He was in his early fifties, she guessed, and while he didn't look as strong or as vital as her previous employer, she decided he would do.
Early in her career, Alice had learned that it was a form of insurance to take the master of the house to bed from time to time. He could then be counted on to protect her from the woman of the house and, in cases of disaster, such as the one she had just been through, he could be counted on to be generous in order to ensure her silence about what he had done with her. There was no woman of the house in this case, but she decided to get him into bed anyway.
They talked again of loneliness and of how humans require someone to share with. Whether or not he was acting, she couldn't be sure, but he stressed how empty his life had become and how totally alone he felt each night when he went to his wide, empty bed. But his eyes, she observed, were not at all lonely, they had her thighs to keep them company and took full advantage of that fact.
When the man appeared to be on the verge of tears, she got up and went to sit on the arm of his chair. He did exactly what she had hoped he would do as he threw his arms around her and pressed his face to the warmth of her body, sobbing a little.
"There, there, I understand," she told him in a comforting tone as she rubbed his head and cheek gently. "Herb, perhaps this will sound terribly bold, but I can't see you suffering like this. I'm not suggesting anything sexual at all, but what if I were to just lie on your bed beside you to comfort you until you fall asleep?"
"Oh Alice, would you?" he said with feeling as he looked up, his eyes wet and shining.
"Of course. True, I'm here to help your son, but we are both human beings, so if I can help you as well, then I must. Besides, if I'm to do my job with Brent, I'll need help from you. You can provide that more effectively if you are strong and content."
They agreed that the man would go prepare for bed and that she would join him in ten minutes. While she waited for the time to pass, she poured herself a small drink. As she sipped the drink, she wished she were wearing panties and garter belt instead of her corselette, but she decided she would make the best of it. Besides, the corselette was a new black one and she filled it excitingly. She knew too that there were some males who became more excited by the sight of a woman in such an undergarment than they did about a naked one.
When the ten minutes had passed, she put her glass down and felt a churning in her loins as she went up the stairs toward his bedroom. The door of his room was open and she saw him lying in bed, wearing pajamas and smiling. He was covered to the waist and she wondered if he was hiding an erection. If not, she thought, he very soon would be or she was very much mistaken about him and about her powers over men and boys.
"That's such a pretty dress you're wearing, Alice," he told her with a nervous frown. "You're going to get it terribly wrinkled, lying beside me."
"I suppose you're right at that," she told him and turned on a thoughtful frown of her own. "Look," Alice said as though a thought had just occurred, "we're both mature adults. I'm wearing a corselette which covers my body adequately. Why don't I just remove my dress. You know I won't be doing it for any seductive purpose."
"Of course, Alice. Besides, if you were seen leaving with your dress all wrinkled, it wouldn't look good. Oh Alice," he said, a little groan in his tone, "how can I ever thank you for being so understanding and so kind? For the first time in months, I've gotten into my bed without dreading the emptiness of it."
"That you appreciate it is thanks enough," Alice told him, then turned her back to him to unfasten the top of her dress.
As she did so, she knew that he could see her in the mirror opposite so that he would have both the rear and frontal view of her to admire as she took her dress off.
"I find that I really am a little nervous, Herb," she said as she pulled the top of her dress down and freed her arms, letting him see the reflected image of how the top of the garment bulged with the bigness of her breasts. "I hope you'll forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive, Alice," he told her. "I think it's a tribute to your virtuous nature that you find it difficult removing your dress here in my bedroom."
Swallowing her smile, she took her time about working the dress down over her wide flaring hips and in the mirror, she saw his eyes shining with excitement. She saw something else, a movement under the covers, just about where his hard penis should be.
Alice bent to step out of her dress as it fell to her feet, she gave him time to admire the way she filled the seat of the garment and to see a sample of her black nylon panties below the garment and her strong, smooth thighs, then she turned, looking very shy and tossed her dress over the back of a chair.
"I feel as shy as a virgin bride," she said, giggling a little. "I'd better get in bed and cover up."
As she said so, she raised the covers high enough to confirm that his stiff penis was bulging his pajamas. She trembled with delight and excitement at the thought of how quickly and easily she had seduced him while allowing him to think he was seducing her.
"There, now I don't feel quite so nervous," she said as she lay on her back beside him. "Would you like me to hold your hand, Herb?"
"Yes, please," he said and their hands met, his brushing her thigh near the top of her nylon.
In just a little while, they were both trembling and the contact of their hands added to that state.
"Alice," he said a minute later, his voice breaking, "I know I must sound like a terrible baby, but please, hold me, just for a minute, then I'll feel better."
"Of course, you poor dear. Here," she said as she moved closer, "lie your face on my warm breast and I'll hold you. You'll soon feel so much better."
He turned and lay his face on her smooth white skin above the cups of her corselette, then her arm went around him and pulled him against her. The first portion of his body to make contact with hers, was the head of his hard penis.
"Oh you poor dear," she whispered with feeling as she pulled him against her. "You're in trouble, aren't you?"
"Yes," he lied with a little sob. "I didn't intend this to happen. Something about your beauty triggered it just now. I'm sorry, my dear. Shall I get out of bed?"
"No, not at all. I understand how this sort of thing can happen. It isn't your fault. I believe you when you say you didn't intend it. In fact, I must confess that the feel of you against me, strong and urgent as it is, has triggered something in me. My body too has become terribly aroused." As she said it, her arm tightened around him and their bodies pressed more firmly together. "Shall we try to fight this?" she asked.
"I don't think we can. I know I can't, Alice. Oh Lord, what shall we do?"
"I'm afraid," she said, haltingly, "the only thing we can do is face it."
"You mean ... you will let me ... make love to you?"
"I mean we'll make love to each other. You may think I'm shameless, allowing this to happen on our first meeting, but I can't help myself. I've even tried prayer, but nothing works. You have me too terribly aroused."
Moving out of her arms then, the man sat up and took off the jacket of his pajamas. As he did, Alice got up and unfastened her suspenders. She sat on a chair and removed them, then stood, unhooked the top of her corselette and worked it down over her body until it was at her feet and she was naked as she stepped out of it, having taken her panties down with it in her haste.
"My God, Alice, I never dreamed you were so very beautiful. You have the most exciting body I've ever seen."
"Thank you, Herb. Are you sure it isn't too big?"
"Oh God, how sure I am. Please, turn and let me see your back." She did so and heard him groan with lust. "Hurry, Alice dear, get into bed and let me get my hands on that beautiful big bum. Those cheeks are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. My wife was so skinny and soft."
She hurried to the bed and then she was in his arms and they were kissing with fierce passion as their naked bodies rubbed together, his stiff penis throbbing between her warm thighs where the heat of her crotch threatened to melt it and make the strength leak from it.
"Forgive me, darling, but it's been so long," he panted. "I have to get it into you right away or I'll go off between your thighs. I won't be able to make it last long," he panted as she lay on her back and opened her legs for him.
He was sweating and panting as he caught his organ and began pushing it into the soft warmth of her vagina. He had about half the length of it inside her when, with a groan of despair and a series of grunts, he was firing his semen into her. He pushed the rest of it in and lay sobbing on her warm, naked body, apologizing for having gone off so soon.
She comforted him with words and touches and told him that perhaps he would be strong again later.
"I've got to do something about my condition," she told him as he rolled off her and she reached into her crotch.
"Are you going to finger yourself? Please let me watch. I've never seen a woman doing that."
With a smile, Alice threw the covers off and then she was fingering herself and fondling a big breast with her other hand. Her climax was a strong one which caused her to writhe and jerk as he stared intently and felt his strength returning fast.
Later, he went to get drinks for them, then he kissed and fondled her lush body until his strength did return and the next time they met in intercourse, he lasted long enough to give her another strong orgasm.
She spent the night in his bed and he woke her early in the morning for more playing and intercourse. Later, when Herb suggested she should share his bed on a full time basis, she demurred, a little shyly, telling him he would think she were a loose woman if she consented so readily to being a full time sex partner.
And then it was time to turn her attention to Grent. He was a shy, weak looking little boy, but she determined to put an end to that. During the first few days on the job, she showed him that she could be alternately gentle and kind or stern and demanding.
He protested when she forced him into a program of exercise, so she took him to her bedroom and showed him a wooden backed brush and an English punishment cane, a flexible little rod. Having him lie face down on her bed, she gave him a hard spank on one buttock with the back of the brush, then brought shrill cries from him as she gave him one stinging stroke of the cane.
"I may never have to use either of these on you again, dear," she told him, later. "I just want you to know what to expect if you ever refuse an order or displease me in any way. On the other hand, if you're a good and an obedient boy, you will find that I'll reward you in such exciting ways."
They went out to a screened off patio around the swimming pool, both wearing bathing suits, and Alice began to put the boy through his physical paces. It was hard on him in the beginning, but she saw that he was trying. She saw too that he kept stealing glances of her thighs, buttocks and breasts, and recalled what that had led to in his father's case.
Herb couldn't believe what he saw happening to his son in just a few days with Alice. The boy stood more erectly, there was a new light in his eyes and a spring in his step.
"There's still more than a month before I go back to school, Dad," he told his father one evening. "I'm going to surprise a lot of the boys when they see the new me."
"You're making me very proud of you, son," Herb told the boy, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Dad, if I make some of the school teams, will you come to see me in action?"
"You're damn right I will, son. I think your best bet would be track and field. I'll be there to watch you and I'll be the proudest father in the place. Life is going to be so great for the two of us from now on, son, and we owe it all to Alice."
Alice too was delighted at the change she had wrought in the boy and decided it was time to reward him. Alice woke one morning and knew that it was the day to deflower the virginal boy and advance him another step on the road to manhood.
Herb had been away on business for three days and she was hungering for sex. If the boy learned as quickly in that department as he did in others, he vowed, she would quickly train him to be a much better lover than his father.
They spent much of the morning working out and swimming, then she sent him to have a rest before lunch. While he rested, she bathed carefully and selected her sexiest lingerie.
While they ate a light lunch, the boy's eyes constantly going to the rather daring cleavage of her dress, Brent asked what they were going to do that afternoon.
"I have a very special surprise for you, dear," Alice told him. "You have a big reward coming for having been so good. This afternoon, you're going to collect it."
She refused to tell him what it was, but told him, as she left the table, to report to her room in one hour.
It proved to be a long wait for the two of them, but Alice was able to read and then, five minutes before the appointed time, Brent knocked on her open door and she told him to come in and close the door. Following her instructions, he wore only his swimming trunks.
Alice had him sit on a chair and she sat on her bed facing him. She crossed her legs slowly, letting him see how her dark, sheer nylons caressed her thighs and showing him some bare skin above the tops of her nylons.
She began to question him on his sexual knowledge and found that it was practically nil. She had him admit that he masturbated, but beyond that, he knew very little.
Alice gave him a long lesson in sex, describing the basic differences between the male and female body, then she went on to describe various sexual acts, beginning with intercourse, then describing foreplay, including oral sex.
Her lecture was not at all clinical in nature, but it was graphic and while she talked, he squirmed hotly, his trunks not fitting him as comfortably as they had when he came to the room.
"Now then," she went on as she got off the bed and stood before him, "I want you to see what I mean about how a woman can make her thighs look even more exciting by wearing a garter belt and nylons. In England, we call it a suspender belt, but no matter."
As she talked, she caught the hem of her dress and raised it slowly to the tops of her nylons, then turned slowly to let him see the total picture. After that, she raised it higher, letting him see more of her firm, smooth thighs and showing him how the suspenders caressed her thighs and contrasted with the whiteness of it.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked, catching him off guard.
"Yes," he gasped, then blushed.
"Would you like to see more of me, darling?" she asked.
"Oh yes."
"Before I show you anymore, you have to show me that you appreciate what I'm showing already. Come kneel and pay tribute to my beautiful thighs, dear, use your hands and your lips and tongue as well. See how nice you can make me feel. The better I feel, the more generous I'm going to be."
Brent trembled as he dropped to his knees, then he was fondling her thighs, through and above her nylons. When he remembered the rest of her orders, he delighted in kissing and licking her silken skin, his tongue moving ever higher until it licked lightly on black nylon where it clung to her body and began to curve into her crotch.
"You did that beautifully, dear," she told him. "Now, if you like, I'll take my dress off and let you see a lot more of my beautiful body. Do you want me to take off my dress, dear? "
"Oh yes, please, Alice. I've never been so excited in my whole life."
"This is only the beginning, dear," she told him and opened her dress, then took it off quickly and heard his gasp as he saw her boldly jutting black bra and the firm, white upper slopes of her big breasts.
"I want you to do something to excite me, dear," she told him. "Take your trunks off and let me see your hard little dickie bird and your balls."
Brent blushed, but obeying Alice had become a habit and he was on his feet pushing his trunks down, letting her see how his penis leaped in erection as he pushed the trunks down to his feet and almost fell as he got out of the garment.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Alice had him stand between her knees as she played with his body while he looked down into her bra and kept on trembling.
"Your cock is nice and hard, dear," she told him. "It would slip into my hot cunt very easily. Of course, I couldn't permit such a thing until my cunt had been well sucked and licked to lubricate it. Do you think you could learn to suck my cunt well, dear?"
"I know I could, Alice. You're so exciting, I'd do anything you want me to do. Is it fun to suck a cunt?"
"It's more than fun, dear. It's at least as exciting as fucking. I'll tell you what, I'll take my bra off and let you practice by sucking my tits."
While he stared, Alice unhooked her bra with a deft touch, then swept it off with a flourish and Brent cried out at the sight of her breasts. It was something Alice had seen often before, a boy looking transfixed at the sight of her body, and she knew just what to do.
Taking him onto her bed, she fed her breasts into his mouth, first one, then the other, and instinct was strong as it showed him how to suck on them to delight and further arouse her.
"Well, Brent, how did you like sucking tits?" she asked as she took the second one out of his mouth and he continued to hold it with both hands.
He assured her he more than liked it, then Alice got off the bed, stood beside it with her back turned to him, then she was baring her massive behind as she pushed her panties down and allowed them to fall. As she stepped out of them, she turned to face him. His cry of excitement and joy was such that she felt it right in her crotch.
Getting onto the bed, she knelt up, her knees wide apart and told him that if he wanted to view her crotch, he should lie on his back with his face under her.
"It's really the best way to view a woman's cunt," she told him and he hurried into position, wriggling so that he had his head right under her. Still, he wasn't able to see what he wanted, since her hand was slowly rubbing there, then she took it away and he could see her vulva.
"Feel it, dear, feel my soft, warm cunt. That's what every man wants to see and feel and suck and then fuck. I'm offering it all to you if you want it."
His hand moved to her vulva in a tentative touch, then it was rubbing and exploring.
"Move your hand dear and lick your lips," Alice told him. "I'll lower my cunt right to your mouth so you can suck it and make it ready to be fucked."
She heard him moaning and whining faintly, then the sounds were muffled as she covered his mouth with her vulva and rubbed gently on it. She provided what direction the boy required, then he sucked and licked until she climaxed, her big breasts swaying madly as her body jerked through wave after wave of orgasm.
Brent couldn't believe it was really happening when, after a little while, she lay on her back, her knees bent up and wide apart, and held out her arms to him in invitation to lie on her body and have intercourse with her.
She was delighted to watch as, sweating and panting, he moved between her legs, then lay down on her naked body. As was her style, she didn't help him find her organ, but left him to fumble in her crotch until he did, then the hard little penis was buried in her and she felt him trembling in her crotch as she rubbed her hands over his back and buttocks, telling him to go on and ride her.
He rode hard and fast, and while he lasted longer than his father had when Alice had seduced him, he had been stroking for less than a minute when she felt him tense, then he was shooting it to her while she held him tightly and allowed him to drain himself in her warm vagina.
Alice had to walk a careful line after that as she shared her body between father and son, neither knowing about the role the other was playing. And then, little more than three months later, Alice delightedly accepted Herb's offer of marriage.
Although she still took her stepson to bed from time to time, she was always nervous about it, fearful that being caught with him could ruin everything for her.
Alice was still playing her dangerous game a little more than a year later when fate stepped in to remove the biggest element of danger. Her husband died, leaving her alone to do as she chose with the boy.
Under the terms of his will, his wealthy estate was divided equally among Alice, Brent and an older daughter whom Alice had never met until the funeral of her late husband.
The daughter made it clear that she resented Alice, and wondered why her younger brother so loved the woman. She wondered too about the change in him, but not enough to keep her around after she arranged with a lawyer to look after her interests.
Brent didn't want to go to college, didn't even want to finish school. All he wanted was to stay at home with his beloved Alice. Sine he was wealthy, she decided education of the academic type wasn't that important, so she allowed him a compromise whereby when he reached the legal school leaving age of sixteen, he could leave school and she would train him in a different area.
"What do you mean, Alice? What kind of training?" he asked.
"I'd like to train you to be my personal maid, my sex slave. You will bathe me, help me undress and dress, perform the most intimate personal tasks for me," she told him and watched him shudder with delight. "Are you sure you want to take on the job, dear?"
He assured her he wanted that more than anything and wanted to start learning immediately.
"Very well, dear. I need a pee and I don't feel like going to the bathroom. Go get a milk bottle, then take my panties down and hold it while I pee. That's the sort of service I'll expect you to perform as a matter of routine."
While she waited for him to return with the bottle, Alice sighed warmly as she thought of all the excitement the years ahead would bring her as she trained and used the shy, sensitive boy to serve her body in every possible way.
From time to time there would have to be a boy to seduce, she told herself, but she was sure she could find some interesting way to have Brent serve her even in that, dressed in dainty feminine things, perhaps.
And then he was hurrying into the room with the milk bottle, eager to begin training for his new career.