This psycho-sexual volume reveals the little-known but much-whispered about sexual imbalance of adult teachers (from 35 to 45) and their boy pupil lovers (from 13 to 17 or thereabouts).
Most of these adult female teachers are sexually warped and frustrated in their profession. They must maintain pretenses and abstain from normal adult male relationships. But the temptation is greatest when such sexually mature adult female teachers are surrounded with virile young adolescents and pre-adolescents in the first and heated flush of sexual awakening. Constant exposure to these super sex-charged young boys creates the most titillating and frustrating reactions.
Female teachers are, after all, sexual beings. They respond to the same stimuli as females in any other walk of life. They must repress their urges for fear of scandal. This creates a build-up of sexual tensions that can be most tortuous to many of them.
The unmarried female teacher is one who carries on a constant struggle with her repressed sexual desires. Many of them are addicted to masturbation. Many will conjure up illusions of virile young boy students while they fondle and manipulate their sexual parts to the point of self-induced orgasm.
But still many more will break out of their shell of isolation and seduce their young boy students. The teachers, themselves are not entirely to blame as we shall see from many of the presented case histories. The young boys, in the throes of emerging sexual development, are so erotically sensitive that they will leap at any opportunity to find relief. The boys are usually unable to go to prostitutes; they have a natural shyness about participating with girls of their own ages. Except for the promiscuous type of girl, they are usually unavailable.
Many such boys become involved in homosexuality; still many others become addicted to masturbation in solitude, or group masturbation with other boys. And there are many who find a teacher as a "safety valve" and a convenient means of discharging their pent-up emotions. These boys will often display adult aggressiveness toward a receptive teacher.
According to Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen, in their authoritative Sex Histories of American Men:
"Chronological age is not necessarily the most important factor: primarily SEXUAL MATURITY, the relative strength of the sex drive and experience are the criteria which one finds in the fully matured woman.
"The latter, of course, often goes hand in hand with age, for it does take a certain amount of time to acquire experience.
"Still, we shall see that some of the more experienced girls and women were only slightly older than the boys, and in some cases, their chronological ages were identical, while the sexual maturity of the females was far superior to that of the males."
In one typical situation, two young boy students were apprehended in storage room in the process of mutual masturbation. They had their pants down to their ankles and the two excited and perspiring boys, their lean flanks and slender thighs, but fully matured sex organs, were stroking and sliding their male flesh.
The female teacher had, unknown to the boys, been peeping and watching this erotic and rather pornographic type of scene. She had grown so excited that she felt a familiar rush of power to her female parts; her clitoris and her vaginal folds, made super-sensitive by her own personal habit of nightly masturbation, now began to ache with sexual longing.
The teacher, close to 40, apprehended the red-faced and shocked boys, each about 14. She threatened to report them. They pleaded with her not to do so. She then told them to finish their mutual masturbation while she looked on!
This only added to the forbidden exhilaration of the masturbation. The boys, rigid and aroused, were snickering in their red-faced and sweating embarrassment as they continued fondling and stroking and then publicly showing their ejaculation.
At their pre-adolescent stage of sexual development, exhibitionism before an adult (especially a teacher and a symbol of disciplinary authority) is proof of their manhood. Afterwards, the boys were told to report to the teacher's home for disciplinary action. If they desisted, they would be reported.
The biggest threat of sexual blackmail was that of reporting their homosexual-masturbation to their parents. The 14-year young boys were terrified of this shocking and humiliating scandal.
They begged the teacher to refrain from this exposure. They were willing to do anything to get back in her favor.
When they came to her home, they found her in a see-through negligee. She told them that it was more of a "kick" to have "fun" with a girl. She said she was going to teach them sexual instruction.
The bashful, giggling boys undressed and then they were initiated into eroticism by this depraved teacher. She even inveigled one of them to orally stimulate her, to use his mouth on her privates to bring her to a clitorid arousal.
Then, she thrilled to their penetration. It was, to use her own words, "the greatest kick in my life-having two boy virgins go at me, one after the other. Just like a man wants a girl virgin, a woman has a great thrill out of having a boy virgin. I suppose it makes me feel young again. Their bodies were slim, alive and as sensitive as live wires. That younger one about 13, I swear, he must have hit it off three times.
"These little kids are real hung," she giggled as if sharing some smutty secret. "And they get so rigid and stiff when you just touch them. Now, wouldn't you say they're the best? Not like some older man who makes a big fuss about making the scene; and these boys don't know the score so they'll do anything. That's how so many queers are able to get them. The kids are still innocent and are willing to be trained and instructed and to do anything-with their mouths and anywhere else-if it gives them their big bang."
This teacher reneged on her sexual blackmail threat to expose the masturbation-homosexual actions of the boys; in return, she insisted they come to see her several times a week.
If the boys talked to the others about this sexual triangle, then they surely would have been punished. Eventually, when the school term ended and the boys went to another class, they drifted away from the teacher. But she warped their sexual impulses to the point where they could not enjoy a normal relationship with girls of their own age.
One became a confirmed homosexual; the other became a bisexual and is believed to be living with an older man while frequently having sexual debaucheries with older women where he can find them.
The teacher? She uses any scheme to blackmail other boys and then debauch them. When last heard of, she blithely reported:
"I've got this cute little 15-year old. He's like a blond boy kewpie doll, without a hair on that soft body of his. What a (vernacular for erection) on that kid! I declare, he's like some young bull stud. I use my mouth on him to bring him off. But I tease him, keep him going while he begs me to go all the way with my tongue. It makes me feel so powerful to be the she-master over him. When I can't stand it, then I take all of him (oral envelopment) and get everything (the full force of ejaculation) that he's got.
"I've trained him to believe that if he wants to be a real man, he has to (cunnilingus) a woman. So now he does it to me. Has he got a hot mouth! No grown man would ever be so hot as a 15-year old who's so fresh and new and excited.
"I like the young ones because they're so all-sex and they can be trained to do what a woman wants. Maybe it's the teacher in me-I like to teach them sex, too! But I always did like the young fresh stuff!"
Here we see again how teachers can sharply influence and warp the libidinal impulses and development of their young.
Drs. Kronhausen then tell us:
"The kind of female sex aggressiveness of which the students tell is also an indication of the cultural changes which are forcefully influencing the sexual behaviour of our generation.
"With the continuing emancipation of women in other areas, we are today also witnessing women's sexual liberation.
"Modem women are making sexual demands on men never dreamed of by the previous generation, and larger numbers of women are displaying a degree of sexuality which was unheard of and unthinkable only ten years ago.
"It seems as if the male sex has not had sufficient time to assimilate these changes in the sexual behavioural pattern of women.
"There has therefore developed a curious cultural lag between the sexes which is not infrequently the cause of wonder and embarrassment on the part of the male, and a source of trouble in many heterosexual relationships."
Now the doctors tell of the changing of sexual mores in our society to the level where a mature women teacher can sexually seduce her immature boy pupils with comparative freedom, so to speak:
"This sexual revolution is perhaps progressing at a much faster rate on the school campus than on Main Street. It seems that many of the teachers and upper-level women are shedding their inhibitions well ahead of the men in their own educational and social groups."
The doctors explain, "Many of the boy students found themselves been sexually outclassed by women who were either older or, for other reasons, more mature than they. In many of these cases, the students had to disappoint the women, who had expected 'greater things' from them. Often, the students were afraid to get involved with the women and left the scene of battle even before the combat had begun!"
The basic purpose in seduction of sub-teen boys is to perform a sexual deviation!
The adult teachers have inhibitions about requesting a grown male (if one could be so readily obtained) to perform cunnilingus. Many an adult woman has a penchant for oralism, to lick and suction a male organ in a neurotic form of castration. But she fears being called "queer" by such men and she must repress this urge.
The situation is the reverse with young lads; a schoolteacher is a position of authority and training and if she performs fellatio on the boy with the explanation that it is part of the means of sexual relief, the innocent boy accepts it without any question. So the practice of deviation and perversion is a strong motivating force that leads women to seduction of boy pupils.
The boys, themselves, are so supercharged with budding urges, denied a normal outlet except masturbation (which often leads to severe guilt feelings), that they are eager to seize upon any means of relief.
While boys like to brag about sexual conquests, when it comes to teachers, they are reticent for fear of being punished. These leads to other problems since adolescent boys need to boast and brag even more than they need to have sex! This need to "prove themselves" leads many boys into debauched experiences, as this volume shall point out. Not all can remain mum.
As one authority said, "A student's anxiety about being defected is easily understandable. Not only adultery, but so much of our sexual behaviour, especially during adolescence, is either taboo or illegal or both, that fear and apprehension surrounding sex are more the norm than the exception in our culture."
Why does such a situation exist more than school spokesmen and, most certainly, students care to admit? Read what one researcher had to say:
"On the whole, we felt that the affairs with married and often considerably older women which so many of the students described were frequently more satisfactory to them than their relationships with girls in their own age group.
"The older and more experienced women were able to enjoy a sexual relationship with greater equanimity than the younger girls.
"And, of course, the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy was much less threatening to them than to an unmarried girl.
"Also, the fact that these affairs were clearly understood to be only temporary and without serious consequences, contemplation of marriage, or further responsibilities for either party, might have contributed toward the 'relaxed' atmosphere surrounding them, which the students appreciated.
"On the debit side of the ledger, one has to enter the fact that these relationships with older and married women were often accompanied by feelings of guilt, and sometimes even by a sense of revulsion, on the part of the students.
"The hollowness of the prevailing standards of professed marriage ethics became all too obvious to them when they found themselves being ardently desired and passionately embraced by women."
In this volume we shall see how our modern age of sexual freedom has created a strange reversal of morals. Teachers now are aggressive and will initiate perverted advances toward desirable and sex-charged boy students. This documented, scientific and researched volume of case studies sheds light on a subject that has remained hidden away too long.
CHAPTER ONE
JULIA: THE TEACHER OF ORALISM
At age 40, Julia McD. still has a good figure, even though her breasts are starting to sag. She is slightly plump, her buttocks weave and her torso has a rhythm that causes the boys in the all-boys school to snicker behind her back. Julia admits having had several affairs with adult men.
"There was another teacher that used to fool with me. He would use his fingers on me, to pull on my clitoris, and to pry apart my vaginal folds. He's slide his two fingers in and out and help to get me excited.
"Then I'd use my hands on him and slide his flesh; he had a long foreskin and it sort of repulsed me. I always liked the 'clean cut' types of boys. But I'd play with him, then when he would get all rigid and hot, he would take me."
How did Julia feel about this so-called normal sex? "It left me feeling sort of empty. I mean, not empty in that sense of the word because that man was well built and he knew how to plow into a woman; but the way we'd just diddle one another, and then play around, and have sex, it was sort of too conventional."
Julia has had a penchant for oralism as far back as she could remember. "I want to feel as if I am in charge and in full power. With my mouth, I have the power that I always wanted. Then I'm in control. It's not the same as if I spread my legs and roll my breasts and then a man takes me. I have no control over that. No, it's when I use my mouth that I'm the master. Also, I like when someone uses his mouth on me. That way, it excites me and it can last for a half hour or more before I go off.
"When a man takes me the usual way, it's over in just a few minutes. You know how women are slower in arousal and how they like to have the heat build up slowly until it envelopes the entire body. Well, when a man uses his mouth and lips on me, then it can last for a wonderful eternity."
Julia is a dramatic teacher at an all-boys school in a smaller suburb of a mid-western state. She arranged for a class play to be performed. It involved the wearing of special types of old English costumes. It took place during the era of Robin Hood and this called for the wearing of ballet like tights.
"There were two boys-about 14, I think. So handsome, with the long hair they wear these days, right over their foreheads. There's blond Brucie and his close friend, the redheaded Peter. Both are like sleek young animals with smooth bodies, cherubic faces that still have some baby fat, bright eyes that are sensual and the way they move themselves, it's enough to make me grow hot and have a climax just thinking of them.
"Well, I decided I was going to have them. You can imagine how frustrated it if for me to see these virile young boys virgins letting all of it go to waste. I know they play with themselves and that's what makes me so mad. Here I am, ready to take it and here they are, wasting it while using their hands on themselves. So I made my plans."
Julia McD. then told of how she seduced and debauched the two boys.
The school was going to put on a play during the era of Robin Hood in Merrie Olde England. Julia arranged the stage setting, rehearsed the boys, and took the only female role for herself. (This was an all-boys school, as you may recall.)
She went into the dressing room on the afternoon of the final dress rehearsal. Backstage in the musty old theatre used for the school plays it was a hubbub of excitement. The boys all giggled as they talked about the play. Their voices could be heard across the thin plywood partition that separated the makeshift dressing rooms.
Julia was aware that somebody at some time in the past had bored peep holes through the partition. She felt herself grow hot with desire. She would strip herself naked, if only for a few moments, and let the boys get a peeping eyeful.
But she had to wait because the two boys she especially desired, Bruce and Peter, would be the last ones to get into their costumes. She waited until the boys' dressing room was quiet.
Then she heard Bruce's familiar and piping voice, still in the throes of adolescent change, come up with:
"Hey, don't we get to wear any jock strap? Man, I can't go out on the stage with this showing." He laughed as the other boy remarked, "That thing is as big as your leg. Bet you'll get all the girls excited. Hey, what do you do to make it so big? Fool with it? Bet you fool with it in the bathroom."
Nervous and embarrassed laughter followed.
Julia's face flushed with excitement as she bent to peep. She knew the boys would not yet peep because they were talking. Usually, when they peeped they were extremely quiet, save their belaboured and sexually aroused shallow breathing.
Her eye fitted the small peep hole and she almost swooned to see a near-naked blond Bruce, his strong young 14-year body as sturdy as a colt. He had well-rounded buttocks, the backs of his thighs were smooth and pink; there was the promise of broad shoulder muscles. His deeply indented spinal column was flanked with protruding wing-like shoulder blades. Each movement was an athletic rhythm. When he turned, his shocking maleness was revealed in its semi-flaccid state. The huge pouch with the twin orbs was proof that Nature had made him sexually developed; he was, in the poetic sense, a boy with the body of a man. He was still innocently unaware of his power. Set in the golden mesh, his enormous pride was trigger-sensitive so that when the near-nude Peter sideswiped a hand, it was enough to make Bruce grow red-faced with embarrassment.
"Hey, lemme alone," he gasped in a choked tone. At the same time, his turquoise blue eyes took in his buddy's wire-thin but supple body, the red hair making him all the more fresh and alive. He, too, was generously endowed, and set in the midst of the rust-hue was his enviable power.
"We better get a move on. When I take off my clothes, I get so hot I just can't stand it. Damn it," Peter slithered into his tights and tried to stuff his rigid power within the doubly-enforced crotch, "I sure hope it doesn't show. Maybe I should have taken an ice cold shower to cool off."
The other boy, flushed and excited by being naked and alone, piped up, "Want me to give you a hand job?" Peter used lewd language. "I'm no queer, damn you." Seeing the two young studs, their muscular sinews bulging with the vitality of sensual pre-adolescence was enough to make the peeping teacher feel the heat envelope her senses. To add to her sexual frustration was the spectacle of young bodies in old English type costumes that outlined firm buttocks, smooth limbs and the noticeable bulges. The boys, themselves, were often so innocent of the power they stuffed into their trunks and their starry-eyed gazes made them all the more appealing.
Just then, a knock was heard on the door. Julia instantly straightened up. "Yes?"
"About fifteen more minutes before curtain time," piped up the falsetto boy of the school who was acting as a stage manager. "Get ready, please."
"Very well," Julia said in a too-loud voice, hoping the two boys in the adjoining room would know of her presence, "just let me get dressed."
There was a strange muffled silence. Julia felt the heat rising. She knew what the boys, Bruce and Peter, were going to do. The sudden silence indicated they were aware of her presence and were going to peep.
Quickly, and trying to put on an innocent and unknowing mien, Julia stripped out of her dress. She could feel their hot eyes through the peepholes. She felt the crawly sensation of arousal when she heard a distinct chortle, "Lookit that pair she's got on top. Bet she's hot to trot."
"Shut up!" came the other boy's whispered command. "Want to get us in trouble?" The rest of his lewd words were garbled.
Julia's body was tingling with fire now as she enjoyed this exhibitionistic display. She had a strange thrill out of knowing the boy virgins were peeping on her. She feigned looking for some misplaced items.
As she bent over, clad only in a pair of too-tight panties and a halfcup bra, she could feel their google eyes on her spread-eagled flanks. She wriggled about, letting her breasts roll to add to the excitement.
When she stood up again, she now turned to face the peep hole. Quickly, she reached behind, unhooked her bra. When her huge globes bounced forth, the enormous nipples as huge as big red erasers poking impudently, she could hear Bruce exclaim, "How'd you like to get that?" Then he was whispering and the two boys made typical boyish giggles and derisive laughter; it was all supposed to be hushed and quiet but the teacher heard it all. "Quiet ... I sure hope she pulls down her panties. I wanta see her...." He used the slang expression for the vagina.
Julia's figure, as stated earlier, was showing signs of sag but to the boys, it was a soon-to-be-nude figure and in their pop-eyed and gaping innocence, it was all they cared about. They had not yet matured enough to know about selectivity and beauty. So they were aroused even though Julia might not have the same influence upon more sexually matured males.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we see one reason why adult teachers favour and seduce young boy students; there is little chance of disappointment or even failure because the young boys are immature and non-selective and will become stimulated with any female of any age. Thus, the adult woman teacher need have no doubts about pleasing a partner. She is confident that she will succeed.)
The two peeping boys grew hot and perspired as they saw Julia hook her fingers into her elastic band. Then the 40-plus teacher slithered out of her panties and her naked vulva groove and hirsute-adorned genitalia was exposed to the boys.
She could feel her heart pounding as she simultaneously felt their hot gazes on her most intimate womanhood. To add to the excitement, she ran her fingertips up and down her inner thighs, then she just fondled her raised woman mound.
The boys were now rigid. They felt the sweat pour down their armpits, soaking their tights. Bruce was saying in a tight voice, "I'd sure like that. Never knew Miss McD ... was that hot. OOO, maybe she'll stick her fingers into it ... "
Peter was crouching low. "Hey, you're getting so damn big," he was heard to say. "Want to rub it?"
But then, just as the nude schoolteacher was thrilling to this exhibitionistic display, the warning bell sounded. She cursed under her breath. She would have thrilled to put on a masturbation-tease before the boys but now it was time to go on stage.
"I'll have to hurry," she said, but already she formed plans for getting the two hot-eyed boys in her clutches ... and in her mouth!
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a final rehearsal for the play. The teacher put the boys through their routines, all the time aware of the hot flush of anxiety of both Bruce and Peter. Time after time, they were caught looking at the teacher in more than just a casual way. And Julia, herself, continued to instinctively look at the well-filled elongated crotches of all the boys, growing tingly and frustrated with anxiety.
"I think we're going to have a good show, boys," announced Julia at the end of the rehearsal. Surrounded by vibrant young bodies, flushed with youth, made her feel more younger than she cared to admit. "I know well have a wonderful performance."
As anticipated, the school play was quite a rousing local success. All the while, Julia kept making plans. She had to have the two boys, to feel their mouths on her and to orally rape them, or she would go out of her mind.
The desire was incensed to furnace heat when she saw their trim loins, their well-rounded buttocks and the gluteal muscles moving in innocent rhythm. They had an athletic grace that whetted their lascivious appeal. If Julia did not have them, she would go crazy!
Then, the day after the play, she told Bruce and Peter, after having dismissed the class, "I would like to speak to both of you ... privately."
The boys, stammering and shy, shuffling in their shoes, looked from one to another. "Yes, ma'am."
Then she came to the point as the other boys left the room, "I have several training records and tapes that I want both of you to study. You didn't do so well in the play. You need some extra lessons. If you expect to pass, then you'll need to rehearse speech and elocution with these records."
"Yes, ma'am," said the shy Bruce, his blond hair adding a cherub-radiance glow to his pink, round face. His petal pink lips looked fetching. "Where shall we listen to the records?" He kept looking at her ample bosom, remembering their warm nakedness when he peeped.
"I have them at home." She noticed the flicker of their eyelids. She spoke quickly and managed to keep her cool. "It's suggested that both of you come to my home at least two evenings a week. It's best that you do this as soon as possible because we're nearing the mid-term exams and your marks are very low. If you show good work when you listen to the audio demonstrations, then I should be able to give you a passing mark."
"Well, if you say so," mumbled the red-haired Peter. His hair was the colour of a brilliant rust; his bright blue eyes were as sensuous as his full lips. He, like the other boys, wore tight pants as per the current "mod" style. His thick trunk and the bulge of his life was his highlight. Yet, the frustration of it was that he and the available girls of the town were still childishly unaware of the power that he had. The teacher would change it all. "When can we come?"
She looked over an appointment book and feigned a schedule. She stuck a pencil point in her mouth, instantly wishing it could be this boy's rigid organ so she could bring him to a peak and initiate him into the rites of Eros. She sucked the pencil point as she cogitated.
Then the teacher said, "I suggest both of you be at my home this coming Tuesday, at about 7 o'clock. That'll give us time to have dinner. I'll set up the equipment and note books. We may even make some tape recordings. My address is 69 Main Street." She assumed her typical professional attitude. "Be prompt!"
It was an eternity before the appointment hour arrived. As if wanting to store up her own sexual energies, Julia refrained from self-excitation. When the boys came to her study, she was now so aroused with anticipation, she could scarcely control herself. Now she would orally seduce these two boys.
CHAPTER TWO
THE STUDENTS FORCED INTO PERVERSION
Julia, the teacher, pretended giving the two boys their elocution lessons, filled out some charts, then she stretched and yawned, letting her big breasts roll around for the boys' shy and giggly embarrassment. She noted they were perspiring and were already excited.
"Wed, you did quite well. I think I'll be able to give you a passing grade if you keep this up. But you'll have to come here at least twice a week, even more. Does that interfere with your plans, boys?"
Bruce scratched his blond head. "No, ma'am, we don't have much else to do except look at television."
That was when she asked, "Don't you go out with girls? You shouldn't work and study all the time. I think you would appeal to a girl. Both of you are rather good looking. Or, don't you care for girls?" She crossed her legs, letting her mini skirt ride up high, to expose the smoothness of her ample thighs.
"Oh, we do," both piped up in hoarse voices. Peter added, "We're not ... queer." He looked at Bruce who cast daggers at him. The other boy had nudged'him for having said such an epithet. "Well, we're not!"
Julia leaned forward, letting her big breasts roll under the too-tight jersey blouse. She had no bra. She loved the feel of having them roll freely around on her high and expansive rib cage.
"Well, it's not being queer if you don't go with girls. Takes a little while. Now, that old English play you were in was about boys who were mature at 12 or 13. But those days were different. Today, a boy matures a little later. Besides, you could get a girl in trouble ... except if you...."
They were eager and their reddened ears perked up. Fresh as unexposed film, they were vulnerable and super-sensitive to anything about sex. Coming from the teacher made it all the more taboo-exciting.
"You can always use your mourn." Seeing then-stricken faces, she added quickly with a little laugh, "Nothing to feel shy about. It's the 'in' thing, these days. If you want to be popular with the girls, it's what you have to do. And the girls do it to boys, too."
"Gosh, we heard about it," Peter tried to act blase. "I mean, coupla times, we did it." Now he and Bruce passed into the typical false bragging about sexual exploits. They laughed like typical schoolboys caught in a taboo act. "Sure felt good."
"But you have to do it right and proper. Maybe you'd like some lessons." With that, Julia got up, let her voluptuous hips swivel as she led the nervous, giggling and shy boys into her bedroom. Here, the intimacy of the darkened shadows, the large bed, the inviting scent of cologne, all added up to an excitement that aroused them to ramrod stiff proportions.
"Now, you two boys know you've been doing something wrong. Don't look so innocent. I know you went off into the bathroom and you (she used a slang expression for masturbation) when you pretended to have to go for other reasons. If I reported you to the principal, it could be embarrassing."
They were flushed-faced. They did not know that their teacher never even saw them; they were still too innocent to know that all boys frequently went to the bathroom during classes to "work off their uncontrollable tensions. They thought it was all a secret. So they fell for the ruse.
"B-but, we didn't harm anybody," Peter kept wiping his big hands on his tight jeans. He was going to be a big lumberjack type when fully matured. Right now, he was matured where he was most of a man. The thick bulge was almost instantly aroused. "I mean, gosh, we gotta do something, or we'd go crazy."
The teacher was sympathetic. "That's why I suggested the use of ... shall we say, the mouth. Don't look so embarrassed, boys. It's a good way to cool yourselves off. Now, unless you want me to report you and get you expelled, you'll take this 'lesson' and do it well." She trembled as she kicked off her shoes. Then she worked her blouse until it was over her head. She soon stripped it off, letting the gaping boys, their eyes bulging in their sockets, look at their first exposure.
"Well, don't just stand there." She was annoyed at their boyish hesitation. "Come on, get down to your skin. You boys have good bodies; I saw you on the track field. You should make use of your bodies ... before you ... get...." She pushed out thoughts of age. She had to forget the disparity and the wasted years. "Well...?"
They looked at one another shyly. To be nude before one another was something they felt inhibited about. Psych osexually, teen-age boys display this shyness based upon a social embarrassment of public exposure of the erections. When two youths (or even those in post-adolescence) are visibly aroused there is the latent fear of homosexuality. This taboo often precludes exposure before one another.
Julia, the schoolteacher, took the initiative. She moved closer, letting her ballooning breasts roll around. The nipples were rigid. She needed little impetus to become stimulated.
"Here, I'll help you." When she touched the rigid Bruce, he quivered from the intimacy. It was, apparently, the first time any woman had sexually touched him. She put her hands on his hips, then in a few deft gestures, succeeded in peeling down his jeans. The boy wore a jock strap that was already bulging with his erection. She inserted a hand between his warm, smooth muscled thighs, laughing when he jumped.
"Feel good? Then you better get out of those things and we'll have a real swinging time. You, too, Peter. Let's see if you're as red down here...." she patted his crotch, making him leap backward by instinct, "as up here...." Her hand snaked around to the nape of his neck and she made him grow Warm and aroused.
The two boys felt bashful as they stripped down; they had to obviate their modesty. The desire for sex was rigid and all-consuming. It completely crushed all inhibitions.
Naked, they' were like two young studs. Just barely 15, they were alive with elan vitae coursing through their young veins. Their hot juices throbbed like bubbly water. They made shy laughs and giggles at their nudity which, to them, was more sensual than the now-naked teacher.
"See? I'm not just a teacher." She moved closer, then pressed her naked form against Peter. "I'm a woman, too." Her hands explored the planes of the boy's back. She cupped his buttocks. "Mmmm, you're hot, aren't you? We'll do something about that."
She led them to the bed. "Both of you, just kneel between my legs." Seeing their hesitation, the teacher bent, then she took hold of both of her balloon breasts. "Here, Bruce, hold them up." His hands burned her resilient soft flesh. He gaped as if his eyes would bulge from his sockets. He moved awkwardly; the enormous power jutted forth between his thighs, and it was obvious that the constant throb and the uptilted curve was evidence of his strong, almost savage-animal desire.
"They're big and heavy."
"Lemme touch them, too," pushed Peter, with typical envy that the other boy was fondling their teacher's breasts. 'They're nice...."
She laughed silently at their fumbling. It was going to be a real swinging session.
"Now, just push them and sandwich your...."
The boy almost screamed from the sheer electric exhilaration when he took both of the marshmallow breasts and squeezed his organ between. The warm moisture made him scream, "Oh, ma'am, I'm gonna...."
Abruptly, she released him. Laughing, she led him to the bed. "See? That's just a sample. First, you just kiss me ... down here ... go on ... it'll feel good. Then, I'll do it to you."
She sprawled, spread-eagled on the bed; the springs creaked under their combined weights. She guided the two boys, made them assume a dog stance "on all fours" as they went to her groin.
"You'll be big man when you do this. AU men do it. Otherwise, you're just some sissy." She was wise in knowing how to fan the fires of youthful ego. The boys were eager, with an obsession, to prove themselves as men. If it took cunnilingus to do so, they would do it! "Ahhhhh, now you just rub me ... ooooooo, Brucie, let you mouth go all over my breasts...."
The boy was breathing heavily as he roamed over the big balloons, then he instinctively suckled the nipples as he had heard other boys snicker about it in the locker rooms. "Like this?" Then his mouth went over Julia's heavy midriff, and then when he hesitated, he felt her hands seize his head and push him to the steaming cauldron of her core.
Peter was also fondling Julia; the pressure was so great, he had to fight every impulse to keep from touching his rigid flesh. "If I just touch it," he said, "I'm gonna...."
Julia slapped away his hand as she now imprisoned the other naked student with her strong thighs.
"Don't ... I'll cool you off ... you'll get the biggest thrill of all...." She made slurping sounds with her mourn.
Bruce made muffled sounds as he used his mouth with some social reluctance (he had also heard it was dirty but since this was what it took to be a man, he would do it) and then his tongue found her clitoris.
Through the roaring in his ears and the almost damned powerful lust that tore through his groin, he could hear the teacher crying out, "Go on! Stick in your tongue. All the way ... all the way ... ahhhhOOOOO...." She was writhing as if a live wire had been inserted. Her breasts rolled around. She felt spasm after spasm tear through her body. The mounting tensions melted and the most delicious sensation swept through her. "Oh, that's good...."
Her glazed eyes saw the way the other boy was gaping. His broad shoulders rippled with the strength of a young lion. His redheaded mane illuminated his flushed face. His even white teeth flashed. "Can ... I do ... that?"
When the other boy, Bruce, was released, he looked dazed. He could not even look at his buddy, Peter, with some feeling of shame for having performed so lewdly while being watched. Now, some of his composure would be returned if Peter would "do it" and he, himself, watch.
"Yeah," he swallowed and looked guilty as he licked his lips. "Then ... maybe Miss. McD ... will ... uh ... do it to us."
"Go on, Peter, go on," urged Julia. Now she seized the resistant boy and in a few moments, his moist lips, his virginal mouth was orally frictioning the teacher's privates. "Bite down on my clitoris." Then she remembered his innocence, and she raised her groin, used some sphincter muscles and with her fingers parted her vaginal folds to indicate the nubbin of female pleasure. "This has as much nerves as your...."
The redheaded boy bit down, using his tongue to further stimulate. The teacher made gurgled screams of exclamations and joy. "Oh, it feels so good, it feels so good, oh, oh, lick ... use your mouth...." She writhed in this tortuous pleasure-pain until the recurring spasms took hold. "Now, it's gonna ... ooooo, OOOOO," she almost flew out of her skin when the climax ripped through her groin. It was the most erotic sensation imaginable.
Then, she used her mouth on Bruce. She was so excited over the prospect of orally conquering a boy, she went too quick. She liked him because he was "clean cut" and even told him so which made him feel even more embarrassed at such intimacies coming from a woman teacher.
"This is the best way," her warm, moist mouth seized the enormous shaft. She was astonished at the muscular contortions of the boy's anatomy. He made gurgled noises as he felt her curling tongue. She feasted. She used her hands to cup his huge pouch, letting his twin oval spheres roll beneath her finger tips. "Mmmmm...."
Suddenly, Bruce stiffened. Every muscle and sinew of his young body was alive. He almost screamed. "Oh, it's gonna ... oh, oh, oh...." Then, instinctively, he thrust forth, almost spearing the teacher as he wanted to sink the nerve-drenched core to the very hilt in the pleasurable source of moist undulation. "Now, now...." He became a young savage as the peak hit him. The eruption was as if his entire being was heaving forth. "Oh, oh, oh," he was half-sobbing, half-laughing at the sheer ecstasy of it.
Bruce never knew how good it felt, especially with his teacher. He was deliriously happy. The sexual tensions that often weigh heavy upon repressed youngsters were now relieved. The shackles were eased.
He fell back on the bed, disregarding the still flowing spasms. He looked at his buddy, felt just a little shyness. 'That was real good."
"Me, too?"
By now, Julia was aroused to the fever pitch. "You bet." She seized the boy's hard flesh and her mouth felt his trigger-sensitive reaction. Her tongue torture-teased. She heard him beg to go all the way and she secretly delighted in the power. She nodded negatively as she orally imprisoned him.
In her heat, she had not even noticed that he had a pendulous foreskin that was skinned back almost immediately. All she knew was this forbidden joy of possessing the huge prematurely developed manhood of a boy hardly even 15. It made her feel young. Oh, so young....
When his peak was reached, it had all the explosive power of a volcanic eruption.
Redheaded Peter fairly screamed with the pressure as his buttocks and flanks made the most lewd gestures; every part was alive. Sweat oozed down his armpits. His face had a cruel look as he suddenly lurched forward and impaled-orally-the gurgling teacher.
"Take it, take it, take it," in a frantic scream as he squatted on her pillowing breasts; his naked crotch was intimate and embarrassing. He locked her head in his knees and he immersed his wedge in the valley of sheer ecstasy. "Now, it's gonna, keep on ... keep on ... keep on ... oh, oh, oh, here it...." His face and body twisted. There was a split-second pause. The the culmination broke. They almost screamed as the tension gushed forth and the frustration build-up was now released.
Again and again the merciful release bathed them in a state of euphoria.
Naked, happy and relieved, the three lay together and felt as good as they would ever feel.
"You sure took off," Bruce had to be the so-called man. "Bet it was your first time, Peter." He slapped the boy's naked flank, making his gluteal muscles bunch up. "Hey? You getting hot again?"
Peter slapped the other boy and then reached between his buttock cheeks, playfully fondled his scrotum. "You, too, eh?" when his buddy winced.
Julia McD., the adult teacher, saw that after this exposure and public oral exhibition, their enviable boy-shyness was gone. They were no longer virgins. An era had ended. She felt proud in having accomplished it!
"Now, now, boys you mustn't spoil the mood. We just relax, then well shower ... together ... and then well see about your lessons in elocution."
It was a sensual experience for the boys-the first time they showered with a woman and played with one another. This all sounded like episodes from smutty books they found in sleazy bookshops. Only it was for real ... with their teacher.
Needless to say, the teacher passed them with extra-superior marks. The boys later formed a peculiar desire for older women; neither could find affection with the girls in their groups. Bruce became the kept stud of an older woman who supported him while he took his hand at writing the great American novel. Peter tried to adjust to normal married life but he had an urge for oralism with older women that often led him to involvements with homosexuals, as well.
So we can see that Julia McD., the teacher, warped two boys in her obsession for oralism. It is probably a matter of time when some scandal erupts and she will be duly punished for her abnormal cravings. But it may take some time since a schoolmarn who takes advantage of 15-year-young boys' pounding sexual tensions will always find available studs.
Schools may well be considered a breeding site for sexual perversions-teachers are as warped as the pupils!
CHAPTER THREE
THE "AMAZON-FANTASY" TEACHER AND HER BOY GLADIATORS
TEACHER: Mrs. Dora Chester.
AGE: 44.
SEXUAL PROBLEM: Feels that her approaching age has made her less sexually attractive. Unable to experience relief with her increasingly impotent husband.
RELATIONSHIP TO STUDENTS: She is a strict instructress of ancient history, particularly the Greek-Roman era. She finds herself losing her thoughts in the past when sex was pure-physical and there was not as much emphasis upon youth. She feels life has cheated her and she takes this out in her warped frustration upon several of her male students.
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Dora Chester always wore a severely man-tailored suit when teaching her class of teen-age boys about the philosophies and the somewhat erotic adventures of the ancient Greeks. Dora Chester, at 44, displays no outward symptoms of sexual problems and this only emphasizes the increasing need for having teachers psychoanalyzed to determine their emotional fitness for their profession.
Inwardly, Dora Chester seethes at the display of virile, manly youth that she is unable to possess. "It makes me grown warm and hot when I see some of those athletic types of boys in their basketball briefs. I get so excited when I look at the thick bulges in their crotch that I almost 'go off when I watch the games.
"Do you know how frustrating it can be for me to be surrounded by these hot-blooded boys of 15,16 and 17, in the full flush of their sexual youth, and then have to go home at night to my tired and weak husband?"
Dora's husband is a history professor; a stuffy person who, at the beginning of their marriage, displayed even casual interest in sex. "I tried to (oral-friction) but he took so long, I lost interest. Then I begged and pleaded with him to (performance of cunnilingus or mouth-vagina stimuli) if he couldn't do it the usual way, but he said it wasn't his cup of tea."
For a while, Dora endured the mounting tensions by masturbating until she could find some relief. "But that didn't work for me. I want something more potent."
Then she became fixated with the ancient gladiators and the Roman sexual studs. "I read how many of the leading Roman empresses would take the virile boys, some is young as 15 to their 50, and order them to do the works.
Once, while lecturing the class of the sexual debasement of Roman society-yes, we have progressive teaching in our school-it made me so worked up, I had to excuse the class and hurry to the bathroom. Here, I pulled down my bloomers and inserted a piece of chalk in and out while I rubbed and squeezed my clitoris." She gave a rather potent description of masturbation until she "erupted" and then "I felt much calmer and better."
Mrs. Dora Chester realized that she had great power as a teacher of this class. She could fail some of the students and then they would be unable to go on to the next class. "Their parents would be after them and would really make it rough for them. In fact, there were several boys who really didn't do such good work but I might have given them passing grades, except that an opportunity came up which I couldn't resist."
The boys came up to Mrs. Chester, late one day, after all classes were dismissed. They exuded what his frustrated teacher felt to be sexual vitality. In their tight jeans and Mod-style haircuts, their smooth rather baby face expressions, together with the obvious thick outlines of their maleness, made the teacher grow tingly with excitement.
"I'm sorry, boys, but your performance has been below average." She could see the thick elongated power and the nestling scrotum with the huge globes beneath this boy's very thin khaki pants. Damn it! Some of them were so innocent that their genitalia was so outlined as if naked, and they couldn't have cared less. Well, it was turning her on like fire and the heart-pounding beat in her own genitalia made her grow excited with frustrations. "You're all entirely too detached from the philosophy and the social structure of the Roman empire. You must feel very close to it. Then you will gain greater insight into the motivations of the Romans."
One boy, with a shock of black hair and a constrasting pink-white heart-shaped face, looked downcast. "But Mrs. Chester, we all went to that play you told us." It had been some insipid local theatre play that relied mainly upon imagination in its treatment of the Romans. Some obscure play that dulled the senses. "But we still don't know much about them." His name was Gary W., and he was 15. He had a pair of powerful legs, a nipped in adolescent waist, broad shoulders. In his swim trunks, when the cloth was soaking wet, his maleness was outlined to the most intimate detail.
The other boy, a lean but thickly muscled student by the name of Louis C, shuffled nervously. He wore a windbreaker that emphasized his well shaped physique. "Aww, if I fail, my Dad won't let me ride the car. Then what'll I do?"
The last boy, Jeff E., at 16, had already been made to repeat classes. He was nervous. He was on the chubby side but when he smiled, dimples emphasized his red cheeks. He always wore ultra-tight corduroy jeans that made his buttocks jolt and bounce. "If I can't pass this term, Mrs. Chester, then the folks will take me out of school and send me to Work."
The thoughts whirled in Dora's head. She smoothed down her dark coiffeur. Although she was in her 40's and not the type a man would look at when she walked the street, she now had a greater power. She could ruin these boys or she could pass them. A surge of vitality coursed through her. "Very well, boys, perhaps you would be willing to do some extra-heavy homework."
Three young boy-man faces brightened up. They bubbled excitedly, "Sure, sure, Mrs. Chester, we'll do the homework."
She pretended looking through some papers. "Mmmm, the school should have a list of audio-visual programmed instruction." Then she looked slightly disappointed. "Well, I had hoped to provide you with the latest of programmed history but it appears our budget is slight. I know what-it would help you understand the social structure of the Roman system if we would do our own so-called interpretations."
That was how Dora suggested that they all participate in a private Amazon-Gladiator experiment. "Perhaps we ought to use that little grassy clearing over at the west end of the meadow. Hardly anybody goes there these days." This was near a muggy swamp and out of bounds and reach of the local people. It was occasionally used for a sexual affair by a young couple with no other place available. Now it would be used for a gross debauchery of three young boys by their debauched and frustrated teacher.
"What'll we do?" The three boys looked at one another with confusion. "Want us to go there for the lesson?"
Inwardly, the teacher seethed with excitement. Now she would show these young studs that she was the master. They were still at such a boy-virginal innocence that any woman would be sexually attracted to them. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one underlying reason why mature teachers seduce young boys; they have doubts about their own appeal and fear rejection by a grown man who has already learned selection. Yet boy-youth is all-physical and all he cares about is release of his sexual tensions with a female of any age. This makes a boy virgin a vulnerable victim for an older woman, especially a teacher who symbolizes authority and power.)
Dora Chester made some hasty plans. 'That's right, boys. Suppose we set an appointment." She had to think quickly. Four days from now mere was going to be a county fair that would take most of the townspeople out of the area. Perfect! "Suppose we meet at that clearing, this coming Friday at about two o'clock. There's no school that day but you'll be given a good lesson."
The boys were wide-eyed with anticipation. "Sure, sure, we can make it, Mrs. Chester. As long as you think it'll help us pass. Want us to bring our books?"
"Not necessarily; I'll put you through several re-enactments and you won't need books for them. You'll just be the Roman boy-gladiators. And to add to the realism, I'll be an Amazon." They all laughed together and it was this depraved schoolteacher who had the final laugh.
When the early afternoon came, the boys were there, ahead of Dora Chester. They smiled shyly to see her. They felt confused, wondering what would happen to them.
"All right, Gary," Dora came right to the point, noticing the boy's ultra-tight pants and the thick bulge. He had an enviable physique. Even his boyish face had that strange sensual appeal that is the first blush of youth. "Suppose you play the part of the Roman gladiator. You are one of Nero's favourites. We all know he was depraved." She saw their embarrassed look. "We have to be factual. So Gary will be the favourite boy-gladiator." Already, she was growing warm with anticipation.
The other boys shuffled nervously on the grassy mound; here, at the outskirts the town, beneath the azure blue sky, they could have been as if transported to some primitive land. One could almost imagine the roar of the crowds in the arena.
"Louis, you will be the captured gladiator who has to fight Jeff, the permanent gladiator. That is, the Romans had such permanent gladiators until such time as they were subdued. The victor is the one who possesses the Roman empress, played by myself."
The boys were sweating nervously. With that, Dora Chester said, "Let's strip down." The boys flushed at that. Several stammered in red-faced embarrassment as they looked shyly at one another. "Well, are you going to stand here all day?"
"B-but, you want us to go ... naked?" piped up the sweating and nervous Gary. "B-but, Mrs. Chester...."
"Surely you don't expect to be wrestling gladiators in your clothes, do you? If that's your answer, then you'll get a failing mark right here and now." Her heart thumped wildly. She had to go through with it. If it worked, then it would be the start of other such episodes. Now the answer to her strange dream-fantasy would come to life. "Well?" She paused, ready to remove her own suit.
"Aw, come on, Jeff," it was Louis who was already working open his belt with nervous fingers, "if you don't do this, it means the rest of us will fail." It was pitting one against the other. "Aren't you going to do it?"
Jeff was so embarrassed, it looked as if he would burst out into tears. "I didn't think this was going to be ... without no clothes," he stammered.
By now, Dora was swept up in the stream of her depraved desires. "Go on, Louis-be a gladiator and force him to his knees!"
That was all the boy needed. With a savage yelp, he leaped upon Jeff, flinging him to the floor. Shouts and cries were heard in the deserted region. Then clothes were all but ripped from their young bodies.
"Fight him!" was the teacher's hoarse command as she, herself, slithered out of her suit, now standing near-nude in the warm basking sunshine, her big breasts and sloping buttocks sealed within a matching pink bra and panty combo. Her nipples jutted forth. At her loins, the genitalia folds were engorged with vitality. The agonizing itch pervaded her core. She wanted to be consumed with a powerful thrust. "Go on, gladiators!"
By now, the two boys were nearly nude; their young bodies, their boy-man sinews bulging, their briefs and T-shirts stained with their sweat, their thick manhood outlined, all added to a Roman orgiastic atmosphere.
"Mrs. Chester ... I...." That was Gary, the boy supposed to act the role of Nero's lover. He had stripped off to the waist. His physique showed promise; his nipples were soft on his jutting pectorals. "Is it ... all right?"
"Strip down and act like Nero's lover!" was her command. Impatient, she turned from the gladiator-enactment, and her hands grabbed the boy's belt. "I'll do it for you."
He was so shaky in the knees, it was a miracle that Gary did not collapse. He felt the blood pound in his veins. "B-but ... I can't...."
She pried open his belt, then worked swiftly to peel down his tight pants. "You're wearing a jock strap," she ran her palm over the rising bulge, then her hand swooped betwixt his firm thighs and she gripped the pouch, making the boy wince. "Feels good, eh? As Nero's favourite boy, you have to be the best."
"I'm ... I'm...." Gary was perspiring profusely. His virile young body was ablaze with heat. "It's gonna go...." He was actually choke-sobbing a plea; his legs felt rubbery. He kept gaping at her big breasts and the almost-nudity of her panties. He was still innocent enough to note that she had worn a pair that was too-tight and that had been deliberately thinned. That is, the reinforced crotch had been thinned so that now her female vaginal folds could be seen in a strangely exotique lewdness.
"I'll just see if you're good enough for Nero." With that, the teacher pulled at the elastic bands of the boy's jock strap, pried apart. Then her hands enveloped his swollen sliding flesh. He was ramrod stiff with the "instant" arousal of boy virginalism. "Well, you're going to have to put that to good use."
She rubbed herself against him; quickly, she unhooked her bra. Her breasts bounced forth. They were no longer firm. Neither were they uptilted, but to the wide-eyed perspiring boy, they symbolized forbidden womanhood. Now the denied of sex could be his.
"Here, rub them, my slave boy!" She embraced the trembling youth, her hands stroking the broad planes of his back, then going down to his thin buttocks. She felt the way he trembled and winced. Each touch was like a hot rod. "Now ... just guide it in...."
She had slithered out of her panties. The hirsute portal to the moist channel now immersed itself upon the rigid power of the boy. The feeling of the steady and encompassing fullness made her scream with erotic pleasure, "Oh, Gary, my slave boy, ohhhhh," She mashed her cushion breasts against his hard chest while her fingers went down his back, then cupped his bottom. Her hands found his swinging pouch and she did things to make him become trembly-alive. "That's it, push and pull...."
Simultaneously, the other two boys, Louis and Jeff, were now grappling and fighting for real. Lewd shouts and vulgar exclamations rent the air.
While the schoolteacher was being impaled by the gasping Gary, while this was taking place she derived greater sadistic pleasure by watching the two boy "gladiators" in the grassy mound.
"Beat him!" she cried out. 'Punish him!" And at the same time, she experienced a sudden surge of dynamic power. She felt the boy, Gary, as he thrust so deeply that the huge wedge almost pierced her vitals. There was a stiffening. "Oh, Gary, give it ... to me ... now...."
His hands sweated as they gripped her bottom heavy buttock cheeks. Then a cry was heard. There was a split second of hesitation. Suddenly, he cried aloud, "Oh, Mrs ... Mrs ... ohhhhh ... ohhh!"
She was the recipient of the ex-virgin boy's first proof of his now-budding manhood. She screamed with the throbbing passions that burned in her long-denied female receptacle. Her vaginal sphincter muscles imprisoned itself upon the thick boy-man wedge, the only differentiation that marked him as an adult. She wanted to possess the slippery column, to conquer it like a true Amazon.
When her passions subsided, she fairly swooned. She saw how exhausted the boy looked. "You mustn't feel ashamed." She patted his now semi-flaccid column. "This is proof of your power as a suitable gladiator for Nero."
The shouts and yelps of the now-naked youths who were pummeling and grappling one another alerted the schoolteacher.
"Easy, easy." She felt fright. What if they hurt one another? This could mean trouble. "All right, you-Jeff-you lose!" She had to forcibly pull him up. "Get up."
The two youths had to be pried apart. Naked, erotic-ally aroused, their young bodies throbbed with immediate sensual stimulation.
She was astonished at Jeff's super-power. Even though he was not "clean cut" in the sense that his foreskin had not been removed, he still had that enviable power she craved. His swinging pouch slammed against his inner thighs. In the web mesh of the dark adornment, he was, indeed, like a young gladiator.
As for Louis, the sweating boy's chest gleamed; his rib cage was solid and the thick slabs of his pectorals emphasized his power. He was "clean cut" and while not as admirably developed as his opponent, he still had what the warped schoolteacher desired.
"As the loser, Jeff will have to (she used the slang expression for cunnilingus) and then Louis will be rewarded by (slang for intercourse) while Jeff looks on."
The boys were stunned to hear such violent language come from their usually sedate teacher.
Jeff licked his lips. He looked on. "B-but, I ... I ... it's ... disgusting...."
"Know what a Roman Empress would do?" She reached betwixt his firm thighs and seized his scrotum. She fondled the twin globes and made him quiver. Like all boy virgins in their first experience, he was ready to go at a touch! "She would have you, the loser, castrated! She would turn you into a eunuch and made a sex slave! Then you would use your mouth here," she patted her woman mound, "and here," she patted her anal region. "Either you do what I say, or you will be used like a woman-by Louis! That's your punishment, slave!"
Louis was stunned but by now he was so enfired up, he would have done anything to experience relief. "Go on, loser. I'm so hot, if I don't do something, I'll rub myself and go right off!"
"If he does that, then I'll make you (slang talk for fellatio or oral-genital friction) Gary." She laughed as she saw his quivers. "I'll make you into a true queer eunuch!"
Swallowing nervously, Jeff hesitated. "But, that's disgusting...."
"Get him, gladiators!" The directive was as sharp as a whip. The other two boys, Gary and Louis now seized the weak Jeff and forced him to his knees. "That's it. Push his head over here...."
Their young bodies, the sinews flashing in the sunlight, their hearts thumping, their powerful maleness rigid, created a bizarre bas relief. It could have been in ancient Rome.
The naked and imprisoned Jeff was forced to kneel at the "Empress!" feet. His head was gripped by the other boys and then he was forced to use his mourn and lips on the sweet-sour flesh. This was abject humiliation that made him feel sick. But the boys' iron grip (no doubt spurred by the awakening of their cruel sadistic urges) forced him ahead.
"That's it!" She enveloped his head and thrilled to the sensation of having a teen-age boy orally arouse her. "Oooo, it's good ... use your tongue, slave ... all the way...."
When she felt the familiar stirrings, she thrust him away. She fell onto the mound and parted her limbs. Her big breasts rolled around like a pair of beach balls. The nipples were rigid like pinky fingers. She rolled and moaned.
"Take me, my slave! Take me!"
The two boys were clumsy. Gary and Louis were still so naive that they were blithefully unaware of the methods of foreplay and arousal. They were all-physical.
All they knew, or felt, was the supreme physical tension like dynamite that threatened to erupt in the glans corona of their phalli. This was all they knew.
Gary pounded mercilessly; he was determined to prove to the others that he was all-male. After he had debauched the schoolteacher, it was Louis' turn, this boy was so nervous, that he cried out, "It keeps slipping out," until the teacher gripped and guided him.
"Ohhhhh," she locked her ankles around his lean waist, digging her heels into his anal gorge. 'That's it. Pound it, slave. Pound it like a mallet!"
When the merciless pounding reached the summit of emotions, the boy stiffened. He screamed that he was going to "go off" and then the copious proof of his pent up desire now flooded the depraved and warped schoolteacher.
Again and again the spasms tore through their bodies as they jounced up and down, thrilling to the occasion. Their hearts thundered like the cannon of a Roman legion.
Naked, the slippery trio just lay there; all the while, the humiliated Jeff scowled. He was going to get even with his buddies (ex-buddies) for having done that to him. To make his remorse more deeply felt, he was still embarrassed over having gone nude like that.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: It is a physiological reaction on the part of some nude males, especially those just in the throes of puberty and still shamed and guilt-drenched about sex, an attitude fostered by a Puritanical society, to feel embarrassed before one another. Pubertal boys often display a deep traumatic shock if humiliated or otherwise forced to expose themselves before each other. It instills a deep neurosis and feeling of homosexual-guilt. This creates an internal shock. Some pubertal boys have adjusted to the point where they feel no traumatic guilt about nudity. But many are still victims of what is known as a naked-consciousness which is different from sex-consciousness, although at their unlearned stage of life, they are unable to differentiate between the two.)
They were not yet finished with Jeff who, in the heat of the moment, displayed rigid male powers.
"Go on, Jeff, let's see you (masturbate) and well watch." The teacher was going to avenge herself on Jeff. She would make Jeff a symbol of the men who had rejected her. She would punish all of them. "Go on!"
When Jeff refused, at an order from the teacher, the other boys pinned him down and it was Gary who manipulated the quivering and red-faced boy. "Man, lookit him go off!" they jeered as the boy was masturbated and then ejaculated. "He's sure a hot one."
They laughed and jeered at his discomfort. In many such situations, one male will take advantage of another in an effort to conceal his own embarrassment. So it was with this group. The two boys, Louis and Jeff was secretly ashamed and embarrassed and covered up these feelings by degrading the other boy.
"I'll get even with you!" His bronzed naked flanks glimmered with gluteal muscular power as he scuttled to his naked feet. His now-flaccid member was like a huge pole on his groin. It swung with his movements. He got dressed. "I'll get even with you," he muttered.
True to his vow, he did. He told his parents that the two boys and the teacher had "ganged up" on him for not doing his homework. He did not say anything about the sexual aspects since he was too ashamed. But he said, "The teacher wanted to punish me for not getting good marks. So she used the boys to beat me up." That explained his torn clothes.
It was quite a scandal. Mrs. Dora Chester was dismissed. Her husband lost his position, too. Now then-lives are ruined.
As for the boys, Gary could not endure the questions and accusations of others. One day, he left home and was never heard from again.
Louis and Jeff could no longer bear the blame for what happened; they dropped out of school. Their families moved out of the state. It is hoped that wherever the boys are, they will be able to adjust to a normal experience.
As for Mrs. Dora Chester, if she is able to obtain another teaching position, it is reasonable to expect she will again covet a young pupil for her debased actions. It can be hoped that she will be apprehended and remitted for hospitalization before she debauches other young lives.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE PRIVATE TUTOR AND HER BOY STUDENT-LOVER
THE TEACHER: Her name is Nedda J. She is approximately 41 years of age, yet she has retained her voluptuous figure even though it is a bit on the heavy side. She has a well-developed bosom with nipples that are as long as fingers. By her own words:
"When ever a nice boy starts to suck on my nipples, it makes me grow so hot, I can scarcely hold back my emotions. Some women take longer-if at all-to become stimulated. But not with me. All I need is the hot mouth of a young boy and my nipples send shooting streams of fire through my body."
Nedda J. was born in the more scholarly section of Vienna, Austria. She received an old-fashioned and thorough education. Steeped in ancient tradition of modesty, purity and virtue, she was taught that a woman must be above reproach and maintain her decency and self-respect. To this day, Nedda is still the shy, fluttering type that has unhappily vanished from out current scene. Nedda still lives in the era of politeness, hat-tipping to women on the street, a gentleman rising when a woman enters the room.
Sexually speaking, Nedda is a closed cauldron of the most debased desires. On the surface, she may wear a starched uniform-lice dress, just a dab of makeup, and be overly solicitous. But beneath it all, she seethes with sexual urges and just devours any conquest that is made available. She will maintain discretion at any price, however.
When Nedda finished school in the old country, she immediately applied for a position as a private tutor. This was regarded lady-like and dignified.
"My first assignment was to tutor a young 18-year old student. It was in London. I had left Vienna and went to England (I speak five languages fluently) because I wanted to improve my status as a tutor. There were more opportunities in England."
Here, she tutored this young student who was the heir to quite a large fortune. Nedda J. was always tutoring the wealthy and learned that they could be as sexually warped as the so-called rubble.
"He was a handsome lad, with nice features, dimples and a flashing smile. He had a nice body, too. He was quite popular and a bit on the mischievous side. I suppose I might never have thought of my pupils as sexual beings had it not been for this lad."
One evening, thinking that no one was home, the boy came in with a girl he had met somewhere on Piccadilly Square. She was a flighty type of girl and very willing to submit to the boy's eager embraces and desires. They were in the parlor where the boy laughingly pulled up the girl's dress and fondled her lewdly.
"Want to see what I've got?" he joshed. "Here, open my pants, girl. Take 'it' out and play with 'it' and then 'it'll' come alive. Go on," he was feverish with excitement, "diddle it, will you now?"
Nedda J., the tutor, had overheard the rollicking laughter and came to the parlor door. She peeped upon this lewd scene, her own frustrated desires rising up. "Of all the cheek," she whispered as she peeped through the curtains. "Right in the house, too."
The girl had opened the boy's trousers, and now her hands cupped his male flesh. "Oooo, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she giggled. "Want me to make you feel right good, lad?"
"Indeed," he sprawled on the couch. The enormity of his maleness served to emphasize his anxiety. He was feverish with anticipation. "Go on, girl, have yourself a fling."
The girl's mouth lowered. She was an experienced tart and made him feel as if she desired him above all else. Her mouth enveloped the rigid fleshly column while her hands worked his scrotum and provided a trained and simultaneous means of arousal. Her teeth scraped against his flesh and her tongue made the boy mutter.
"Oooo, that's sooo good," his eyeballs rolled around in his sockets and his baby face now shoed signs of approaching manliness. His groin jolted bolt upright. "Oooo, keep on, girl, keep on now...." Then he was seized with a series of backbreaking spasms as he felt the peak approaching. "That's it now, that's it ... ooooo," he used lewd street language to indicate he was reaching the point of culmination.
The peeping teacher, Nedda, was now seized with simultaneous urges. At the same time, she experiened a flash of envy. She hated this tart. She was envious of her sexual looseness, her freedom, her complete abandonment of starched reserve. This altered Nedda's attitude about being so prim and proper. Now she wanted to have some of the "entertainment" herself. The sight of this precocious boy's moist and slippery power as he lay in juxtaposition on his groin after being released from the tart's oral friction was enough to make her want to go to her room and fondle and manipulate herself. She now wanted the boy!
It came about, a week later, that she told the red-faced boy that she knew what he did. He begged and pleaded with her not to tell the parents and that was how he came to be seduced by her.
In her room, she denuded herself. "Here, lad," she held out her voluptuous breasts, "run your hands over them."
He was more excited than the first time because this so-called adult woman who was above reproach was now exposing her breasts and her otherwise inaccessible fleshly regions. "Can I ... kiss 'em?" He fell to the task, burying himself in the soft marshmallow deliciousness. He had heard from the other boys in school that it was really "sport" to take a girl's nipples in the mouth. That was what a grown man was supposed to do. This boy wanted to prove himself accordingly.
"That's it, me lad," she fell back on the bed, parted her limbs. Now she was fondling his nakedness, thrilling to the enormity of him. These young lads were hot as firecrackers. "Now, just run your tongue over me 'sticks,' at the end of my boobs." She thrilled to his fumbling eagerness.
When he mouthed her, there was some inexperience, but the feel of his vibrant, warm and alive young body made her feel so much younger. Gone and swept away were the pent up frustrations of the past. Replaced was her self-confidence in her ability to attract a male, especially a teen-ager like this one.
"In all the way, ye go," she reared up and when she experienced the spearing of his steel-like power, it was the most pleasurable pain she thought possible. "Oooo, it's right good it is, me lad ... oooo, joggle up and down ... ooo, I feel your (vernacular for testicles) bouncing against me (perineum) and it makes me hot, it does."
"I'm going off, ma'am. I'm going...." His face turned brick red. Every muscle on his lean face frame was etched. His throat was constricted. Every force was emphasized. Then with a powerful gesture, he lurched forward. They both yelped from the suddenness of it. And when the gushing peak came, it filled both of them with the elixir of their own gushing desires.
"Whew." The boy was dazed. Even when he managed a wan smile, he looked glaze-eyed and exhausted. Naked, he fell on the bed, his lean form now becoming the plaything for the perverted schoolmarm. She toyed his flaccid parts, disporting herself, discovering the sites and nooks and crevices of a male's body that would respond to her tit illation. She heard him say groggily, "I feel so weak ... but so good...."
"I feel good, too, me lad. Remember: this is just between us."
Nedda J. had other sexual affairs with the boy until he had to go away to school in a distant city. They parted with some sorrow. It had been a strangely rewarding experience for both of them.
Later, Nedda made her way to the United States and it was in an exclusive section of one of the major cities that she became a private tutor and a sort of governess to a frail but virile 14 year young boy, Ritchie R.
THE BOY LOVER. Ritchie R. was a pale faced lad, a past history of respiratory illnesses and allergies that kept him apart from others. His over-doting parents had sexual hang-ups of their own. This influenced Ritchie.
His mother was a social butterfly, guilt-ridden about sex. She had lost several other children before Ritchie, and she felt convinced that this was her punishment for having sexual feelings and Devilish thoughts.
His father was all-business. There were times when he would be out of the city on a special trip for weeks at a time. Furthermore, his father was denied normal sexual outlets with his frigid wife.
If the father had any affairs with other women, it was something that was either unknown, unsuspected or just not discussed. It is reasonable to believe that the father had occasional sexual debaucheries with other women because he had an oral-compulsion and derived a strange sense of gratification by stimulating the female's genitalia and inducing an orgasm by means of tongue titillation. But this, too, was something that the boy, Ritchie, would be unaware of.
Since Ritchie was an only child (the mother was unable to have more), he was doted upon. He was the heir. The wealthy family looked upon him to be the next generation. So it was obvious that they would be over-colicitous and over-indulgent.
"Ritchie is not a well boy," the mother said when she interviewed the gushing and Old Worldish type that was Nedda J. "He must be shielded from the cruelties of the outside world. That is the reason we prefer to have him privately educated. He will be spared the injustices that are around us."
Nedda was then introduced to Ritchie and she immediately felt a sexual response. The boy was a slender type, silky blond hair falling over a pale forehead, a button nose, innocent gray-blue eyes and pink lips. He looked guilty. Nedda could sense that he had brooding sexual problems and she felt that here could be an exciting event.
"I'll be delighted to tutor Ritchie," she smiled at the mother after she was hired. "It's going to be quite an experience, to be able to educate such a bright young lad."
Nedda also was given a small two room apartment in the spacious mansion. It was here that she and Ritchie taught, and learned, the baser elements of learning.
It came about when Nedda happened to look through Ritchie's notebooks and saw a smutty photograph. She confronted the red-faced boy who was almost on the verge of tears.
"Well, do you have any explanation? This is quite a shock, young man." The teacher held up the glossy colour photograph. It showed a naked girl, straddling a low stool, her legs drawn apart to reveal the innermost channels of her female core to die most sickening detail. Kneeling between her spread legs was a youngish and good looking man. The focus of the photo emphasized the way his tongue snaked out and the way he was orally frictioning the labia majora of the female.
Both of the participants of this debauched scene bore expressions of ecstatic pleasure. Just looking at the picture made Nedda grow tingly hot with anticipation.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," stammered the red-faced Ritchie, almost on the verge of tears. He kept swallowing down the lump in his throat. As he regarded the floor, unable to look at the imperious teacher, it was apparent that he had become so visibly stimulated, he could not control it. His crotch was well filled, almost outlined on the thin light coloured pants. His thin buttocks were clenched tight. He kept swallowing hard. "I ... I guess I shouldn't be doing that...."
She took his hand, led him to the couch in her room. At contact, there was a strange sense of intimacy. "There, there, Ritchie, you needn't feel so shocked. Most boys go through this stage. But I do think that you should have come td me with any problems." She patted his knee, felt his flinch. Her hand lingered, making him squirm. "Now tell me, Ritchie, when you look at the picture, what do you do?"
He almost swooned as he found himself saying, "Well I ... I...." He was red-faced and humiliated by having to admit the truth. "I get so excited...."
"And you ... rub yourself ... here...."She put her warm palm on his crotch. The boy almost leaped bolt upright. At the same time, the huge power was made even more pronounced. His heart thumped wildly. "I know you do it. Many boys do. If you keep it up, you'll hurt yourself."
"B-but, ma'am ... I ... I can't help it. I mean, I don't know any girls and if I don't do this...." He tried to move away but Nedda clutched his upper thigh possessively. "I mean, I just have to do it." Then his clear gray-blue eyes opened wide. "You ... you won't tell Mom or Dad, will you?" He was terrified at the exposure.
"Of course not," she cooed. "But as I say, Ritchie, you should have come to me with any of those emotional problems." She moved closer and stared into the frightened face. She saw the sensual longing, and she felt the closeness of his body. She wanted him in the worst way. "Now, you should familiarize yourself with a woman's body by examining the living form!"
She took his hesitant hand; his palm was perspiring. She chuckled. "Now, just run your hand over my breasts...." She actually had to force him. "That's it ... ooo, you have such a nice touch. Now, Ritchie-boy, just run your fingers over my throat and now ... ooooo, see? Your hands are on my breasts." She kept on guiding his hand until it enveloped one big mound. When he touched the granite, hard nipple, it set off a spark in her loins. She knew now she would have to take him all the way! "Let's lie down, baby-boy, and let's do some homework!"
Ritchie was terrified. "Won't we get in trouble?" He was already unloosening his clothes, as per the teacher's suggestion. He was quivering, but at the same time, the thrust of his groin was evident of his rigidity. "Will this be all right?"
She laughed as she embraced him, letting her hands stroke his back and down to his very small buttocks. "Of course, Ritchie, this is all right. It's certainly better than looking at those dirty pictures."
Now, she could scarcely control her emotions. She had never before seen the boy, naked and aroused. It had always been so maddeningly frustrating to sense his stored up sexual energies and be unable to savour them. Now, she would take advantage.
There was a rustle as the two of them stripped naked. Just pulling down her bloomers made Nedda grow flush with anxiety. She upraised her groin, patted her raised woman mound and with a determined plea, said, "Just touch me here...." At the same time, she went into a rage to be able to seize hold of his boy flesh. She clutched his moist flesh, then her fingertips stroked the long column. She was familiar with the erogenous zones of the male and this always had made her a superior seductress. "Like this, baby?"
She stroked the underside of his column, then she cupped the warmth of his pouch. 'This makes you feel good. Ahhhh, you have such nice fingers." She marvelled at the way he fondled and explored her.
The two of them sprawled out on the huge bed; it was Nedda who led him, who guided him, who taught him.
"Just embrace me." Her body was a voluptuous cushion. She twisted her arms around him and then she moved swiftly to seize his now throbbing power. "Oooo, you are an anxious boy, aren't you?" She had to laugh but die way he was mauling her breasts and the way his mouth instinctively sought out hers, and the way his hands now went to pry apart her femaleness, all added up to a virile young stud. She reared up and grew a-trembly as she demanded, "Go on, just keep rubbing, then (she used coarse language to indicate intromission) and do it slowly so that I can meet your anxiety."
Later, much later, she would explain to him the differences between male and female arousal and how a fusion of the physical-emotional all added up to a heightening of tremendous ardour.
But for now, there was only the ecstasy of the moment. Their heaving bodies became fused. The boy fumbled and there was little mistaking the over-anxiety in his motions.
"Now, oh, please, lemme do it now...."
Nedda wanted to treasure this rare moment-the seduction of a boy virgin!
But she knew that to try to hold him back from his culmination could backfire. She might even lose his first climax in a premature ejaculation outside the channel of her womanhood. She had to have him!
"Yes, yes, here...." When her fingers gripped his fleshly column and guided him toward the moist portals of her nerve-drenched power. "Ooo," when the sliding filled her, she almost erupted from the sheer ecstasy. Now she was made to feel loved and wanted and a woman!
"That's the way...." She used frantic tones to tell the boy how to perform intromission and the methods of arousal. "In and out, darling, in and out ... ooooo...."
It happened simultaneously.
They both felt the roar in their ears; they both experienced the rush of wind in their nostrils and the explosive reaction.
In a blast, the peak was reached.
The two went spinning off into orbit. They silently screamed as their blood soared and their elan vitae merged.
"Ohhh, dearest Ritchie," her mouth opened and she feasted upon his soft lips while she enjoyed the thrill of the impalement. This boy was as rigid as steel. It was something to envy! "Ohhhh, it's so good ... isn't it, my darling baby boy?"
He was exhausted as he fell into a limp heap on her soft body. His hands still clutched her nipples, twisting them as he had been told it was the way to do, by reading some smutty books, smuggled into the house.
"It felt good, ma'am." He was still the boy, still trembling and nervous. He was still embarrassed by it all. "It sure did."
Much later, after they had washed and were resting, the buxom Nedda was gushy with her tender little charge. She had wrapped herself in a robe, but insisted he remain nude. She thrilled to the unbelievable whiteness of his young body, the way his ribs were outlined, from the way his blood-red nipples poked forth, then down to his semi-flaccid power.
"It doesn't take you long, does it?" She was sliding his columnar flesh, making him wince. "Then the next time, we shall use our mouths, as in the picture."
That was now Nedda perverted the boy; when he first oral-loved her, he was awkward but since he was innocent, he was not yet conditioned by society to regard certain acts as perverted or disgusting. He was trained by Nedda to believe it was enjoyable and that was all he understood
"Oooo, a young boy's mouth," sighed Nedda as she felt his smooth face kissing her where she so receptive. She thrust her groin forward to let him feast. "That's it, darling. Be a man!"
In his eagerness to "be a man," he thus debauched himself.
Much later, she orally captured him. This was a tortuous experience as the teacher ordered him to lie prone. "I'll feast on your young body," she fell to die task as she nibbled, bit, chew and then used her tongue as a rapier, darting, pecking and searching out the boy's quivering, nerve-drenched flesh.
"Oh, ma'am, ma'am," he jounced up and down on the bed, "ohhhh, please, take it now...." He was sobbing as he felt every nerve scream for release. He was so up tight that he almost erupted when her warm palm cupped his pouch and her fingertips tortuously slid the twin orbs up and down. Then her mouth took him.
She felt some disappointment at his speedy climax. But she chalked it up to the hair-trigger sensitivity of youth. She should, she realized, feel grateful for having someone so virile, rather than a man who took so long to become stimulated, if at all. Nedda patted him and then she said, "Now, remember, this should be kept quiet. You must never tell anyone. Another time, we shall have more instruction."
In the months and years to come, Nedda and the boy had countless sex games. From oralism to sodomy-analism, they performed every known vice. It was like a private orgy and Nedda never knew such ecstasy-pleasure.
Unhappily, it had to come to an end when the father experienced a stroke. This meant the family had to move to Florida where the climate was believed to have healing qualities.
"I'm sorry that we can't take you, Nedda," the mother said, "but there is an excellent private school adjoining our new estate. Our boy will go there. It's an all-boys school so hell certainly be safe from designing and scheming girls. We're sorry to have to release you."
Nedda had to laugh to herself; the boy would certainly be more debauched by the other boys in this school than he would be by girls. Besides, he was so well sexually trained (she felt female pride in having structured and sexually programmed the boy) that he was sure to be quite happy-with either sex!
"Thank you, but feel no regrets. I'm sure I'll find another position with a young boy ... who needs training."
They did recommend her to another family; this one had a 12 year boy who was obviously sexually precocious. Nedda once saw him, nude bathing, and the sight of his enormous over and premature development made her fairly leap upon it.
Nedda smiled with satisfaction. Parting from Ritchie had been emotional but she was glad to have had him, the first time. More than that, she could not want.
Now, she saw the 12 year boy, she forgot the past.
She embraced him and said, "I'll teach you a lot of things, boy." When her body pressed against his throbbing crotch, she knew that this was a superior boy. "We're going to have lots of fun together."
"I know we will."
There was something in his tone to suggest that he knew the score. Well, Nedda would have to enjoy it-and enjoy it, she did.
SUMMATION: Here we see how frustrated women who doubt their sexual appeal will deliberately seek out immature boys who have not yet learned the power of selectivity. They have little or no appreciation of beauty and or sexual appeal. Thus they will seize any opportunity, even with a 60-plus debaucher, if it will afford them release from their tensions.
There are many scrupulous and warped women who seek to take advantage of such youths and the teaching profession is just one that is used as a mask for their depraved desires.
One only hopes that Nedda J. will be apprehended. One can also hope that Ritchie R. will be spared further debauchery. Already, he has confirmed oral-anal compulsions. In his school, an all-boy surrounding may lead to homosexual temptations. This may serve to further twist his libidinal impulses.
Had it not been for Nedda's sexual debauchery, the boy could have had an opportunity for normal development.
One cannot entirely blame the participants of this older woman-younger boy compulsion. It is part of current trend for youth-fetish.
YOUTH WILL BE SERVED! And there are just as many adult women who are willing to serve-and service the youth. In the next chapters of this documented, scientific and researched case history compilation, we shall see how young boys are transformed into sexual servants-and glory in their role!
CHAPTER FIVE
THE NURSE AND HER BOY PATIENTS
THE OLDER WOMAN: Clara B.
AGE: 39
MARITAL STATUS: Separated from her husband. He was a laboratory technician where they met and later married. She has one son who is away at boarding school. It is believed that the son and his father had debauched homosexual affairs but this cannot be corroborated because of the delicateness of the situation.
SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: She feels that her husband lost interest in her because of her fading youth. She is not especially attractive but because few men seek her out, Clara B. is convinced she is losing her sexual appeal. She needs to experience self-restoration of her ability to charm men. She has discovered that innocent young boys or those too young to know any better, make excellent sex partners. Also, they help build up her sexual ego.
THE YOUNG BOY PATIENT: Roy C.
AGE: 16.
MEDICAL CONDITION: Slight acne condition on the shoulders.
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As a registered nurse, Clara comes into contact with many types of people; she frequently treats patients on doctor's recommendations.
"It makes me all the more frustrated," says Clara, "to see so many young boys coming to me for examination and treatment. Their virile bodies, their guilty looks, the almost 'instant' power. It all makes me feel sad when I look back upon the years that I wasted. You know, I was a virgin until I was about 24. Now, I suppose it's a sudden urge to catch up."
Clara once treated a boy who later became her favourite sex mate. "His name was Roy and was he ever so big! In the street language we hear so much today, that kid was 'hung' real good!"
Just talking about it makes Clara grow warm and excited. "I remember the first time he came here. There was some very minor acne condition that his doctor said could be treated by prescription ointment to be professionally applied. So that was how this cute looking kid, with the face of an cherub and the body of a young Atlas, came to me." She then told of how she managed to seduce this boy-virgin and train him to perform the most warped and twisted debaucheries.
CASE STUDY IN DETAIL. When Roy came into this registered nurse's examining room, it was apparent that he was terrified at having any woman see or even touch him. After a few brief introductions, Clara said, "Will you kindly go behind the screen? Just strip to the waist, Roy. Then I'll apply the ointment and give you a sun lamp treatment to help stimulate the pores beneath your skin."
When Clara saw Roy, she knew that she had come upon a young stud. Now she would erase those frustrated years of loneliness. Now she would possess the youth that she, herself, was slowly losing.
"Yes, ma'am." He was meek, even though the blond boy was close to six feet tall, broad shoulders that narrowed down to form a V-tapered latissimus spread, lean waist, strong legs. Each movement, each gesture, was lice that of a young athlete. "Shall I take off my shoes, too?"
"You may as well. It'll be more comfortable that way." She saw the thick bulge of his groin and there was a simultaneous surge through her stream of life. "Go on, Roy." She kept looking over his svelte but well-formed physique, the rounded buttocks beneath his tight pants. This kid, thought Clara, would be a prize stud to any woman if only he knew it! The damn boy-virgin was wet behind the ears!
There was a rustle from behind the screen. All the while, Clara feigned mixing some lotions. Then, she felt his timid presence from behind as in a raspy voice he said meekly, "I'm here, ma'am."
She turned to see a broad sweep of his shoulders, budding pectorals, big areolar nipples that would soon delight any lucky woman. He had a slender waist from which could be seen the band of his briefs. He wore no belt. His navel winked on his developing abdominals. The kid was pink and clean and fresh and imbued with the juices of life flowing through him.
Clara could scarcely work her fingers to apply the emollient to his quivering shoulders as the boy sat on the examining couch. "You shouldn't be fooling around," she began as she always did, leading the subject to sex. "It's because you fool around that you get pimples."
Roy almost blushed fire red. He was perspiring nervously. "B-but, I don't go out on dates and I keep careful."
"I mean ... this...." Her hand went down to his crotch. She patted, made him leap bolt upright. "You go rubbing this and playing with 'it' and you'll get more pimples."
He almost sob-choked out a plea, "B-but, I don't...."
"Now, Roy, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Her hand caressed his boy sinews. She thrilled to his sensual warmth. "Most boys do it. But you should find a natural outlet ... with girls." As she spoke, she kept kneading the boy's shoulders, noticing that his sexual parts became filled and aroused. "See? If you would have a girl friend, then you wouldn't have to worry about ... this...."
"Ooooo," he gulped and perspired like a typical boy when someone touched his groin for the first time. He was red-faced and so embarrassed, it looked as if he would just about leap out of his skin. "Ma'am, I. ... I don't go with girls ... I'm...."
"I know." She released him and then sat down beside him. "Your folks probably warned you about getting a girl in trouble. There's always the possibility of a disease. I know. The usual warnings. They have validity, 'tis sure, but a boy has to have his kicks. Biologically, it's normal for him to have an outlet."
"I don't know what to do." Then Roy found himself talking easily with this understanding nurse. All the while, he licked his lips as he saw the high rise swell of her bosom, the balloon like breasts, then down to her spreading flanks. Seated, her uniform was tight and it outlined her swelling thighs. She had well-shaped legs but the boy was not selective enough at this tender age to think otherwise. "I mean, if I don't ... rub myself...." he swallowed nervously as he admitted this shame-faced and guilt-ridden act, "...then I just can't sleep."
Clara patted his knee, made him start. "You're so nervous, aren't you? Weil, it's about time you learned that having a little fun doesn't necessarily mean getting yourself or a girl in trouble. There are ways to cool off without any risks."
Now she began to tell him about oralism, about analism and even mutual masturbation which she frowned upon by saying, "If you have to get a rubbing, then you can do it to yourself. There's no fun in that. Sex or love means that two people share in die act."
She went on to explain that using a mouth on a loved one's body was just an extension or advancement of ordinary kissing. "Let me show you, Roy. After all, you came to me for help and treatment, so let's consider this part of the treatment."
Roy was as rigid as a board. He had never before showed himself naked before anyone, let alone a woman. Even in school, in the locker room, he had been so shy as were many of the other boys, that he had deliberately hidden behind his closet door while stripping and donning his gymnasium shorts. Now, he felt the way Clara, the registered nurse, was pulling down his pants.
She laughed as her hands reached into his briefs and fondled the rigid, stiff and sweating male flesh. "One good thing about you boys, you're hot at a minute's notice." She cupped his shivering scrotum and when her fingers found his most sensitive flesh, it was enough to make him pitifully plea, "Easy, please, or I'll go off."
Naked, he was like a very young Hercules. He had a pink body, untouched by the sun. It made him all the more boyish and virginal. His broad shoulders and his lean waist emphasized the now-throbbing and stiff force. The huge pouch swung thickly between his upper thighs where his trunk formed his physique.
In a tight voice, Roy was whimpering, "I can't hold back, ma'am."
She worked swiftly as she stripped out of her uniform. There was always an exhibitionistic thrill when she exposed herself before the hot eyes of young boys. An older or mature man would be normally excited. But to these young boys, it was like the heavens opening up for them.
Clara laughed as she took Roy's sweating hands, guided them to her plump flesh. "Go on, Roy, darling, feel me all over. Just play with my nipples. Your hands are so slippery. Now, just rub me underneath ... that's the way. That's it ... "
She was getting so excited, the familiar clitorid throbbing told her mat she would soon reach her own peak.
It had been so long ... so long before someone had stroked and fondled her woman parts. Now, the suppressed desires were coming to the fore.
"Put your fingers right on my (crotch) and then diddle me. This way ... just stick one finger in ... oooo...."
He was wild-eyed with lust. He was so excited, he quivered and shook. His pendulous and enormous pole-like power was like a huge dynamo that poked and demanded relief.
"I've gotta play with myself...." But he could not reach down to fondle his feverish flesh. "Hey ... what ... you're gonna kiss me ... all the way ... down there...?"
Roy reared back as he felt the registered nurse's lips and mouth. She found his feverish core and now she enveloped and imprisoned his entire member. Her tongue whipped the huge knob shaft while her fingers cupped and warmed up his scrotum.
He felt the dynamite exploding. It was so quick, it was over before it began.
"Oh, ma'am ... I'm ... ohhhhh ... I can't hoi" back...." Instinct made him thrust forward. He almost impaled himself upon the orally perverted registered nurse as his handsome down-covered face was glazed with lust. "Oh, it's so good ... it feels so good...." He was exhilarated and thrilled as sensation after sensation shot through his loins. The heavenly balm bathed him with a reaction of absolute and pure pleasure.
He was exhausted when the nurse released him.
Roy fell back on the examining table, clutching a towel to prevent any embarrassment. His boyish face bore a look of joy. All the mounting tensions were released. "Oh, did that feel ever so good."
Clara laughed as she ran to the bathroom. A few moments of washing and she returned, her big, naked breasts, swaying around. She exposed her naked core. 'This can use loving, too, Roy. You see, it's one way two people can have their cake and eat it, too."
They laughed at mat. But before the evening was over, Roy was taught and sexually trained about using his own mouth.
"Just suckle my nipples while you stroke me down there...." She spread herself out on the examining table as she guided the wide-eyed boy to her intimate parts. Clara was wise enough to know that this callow youth, like others who never had women and were still in a dream world of coccoon emergence, would perform any erotic act if told that it was the thing to do. She planned her debauchery carefully. "That's the way, Roy."
She was clever to know how to use flattery. "Oooo, you're just like a real man." She then opened her voluptuous thighs and urged, "Now, be a real man and (she told him to orally fricate her female genitalia) until I get to the top."
"B-but ... it's ... it's...." He still clung to his upbringing that the sexual parts were dirty. But when deluded and somewhat hypnotized into thinking that all adults did it, Roy would sweep away parental influence. "I mean, it's not...."
She reached out. The boy was now on all fours, almost straddling her. She could clutch his swaying member and a few deft slides, up and over his glans corona, was enough to make him so stimulated, he was a helpless slave in her grasp.
"You do it and be a man...." Her hands clutched his swinging pouch. She marvelled at the bull-like power of this youth. His baby face actually whetted his supreme virility. So unlike a grown man who would tell her what to do!
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here again we see that a compulsive urge for warped sexuality is behind an adult's woman seduction of the pubertal boy. She is eager to mold, to shape, to twist the boy's sexual outlook according to her own pattern. She can then shape him to become a sexual slave and satisfy her warped urges. Obviously, she cannot exert such freedom with a mature and grown man who has his own fixed and determined ideas about stimulation."
"That's it...." She pushed upward when Roy's hot breath fanned her labia majora. Then she felt his soft lips. "Oooo, you're good, Roy, you're good."
Her fingers twisted in the tendrils of his thick hair as she pushed his head down and now she was forcing him.
There were some gurgles of resistance but the two were so lost in their debauchery, they could not go back.
Roy's mouth was feasting upon the older woman's sexual parts and she gloried in having conquered this boy.
"That's the way. Now...." She used coarse language to tell him that she wanted him to penetrate and then to orally caress the inner recesses of her channel.
She felt her head exploding with the sheer eroticism of it all.
"That's the way, boy, that's the way ... you're a big man ... real big...!"
A million ants crawled up and down her woman-gorge. She screamed lustily as she felt the explosive heat. This damn kid was a real oralist! She was sexually shocked to see and feel the way his lips, tongue and mouth completely enveloped her.
Over and over the spasms ripped through her groove. She had never before felt such a rhythmic spurt-after-spurt of her libidinal desires. The heavy pressure that had weighed on her shoulders were now lifted.
She felt the tensions melted.
"Just kiss me a little ... no, no ... down there ... ahhh, you have a nice, warm mouth...."
When Roy finished fulfilling himself in his alleged test of manhood, he lay beside her. He fondled her breasts but from that day on, he would be a confirmed oralist. His normal interest in a female's breasts had become displaced and was fixated upon the genitals. He had a compulsive desire to orally satisfy himself and the woman.
"It sure felt good," he laughed shyly as they embraced. "It beats fooling with myself."
"I told you, darling."
There were more of such sessions until Roy was able to meet younger girls. As he matured, he felt himself "trapped" in oralism until it was all he cared to do.
"I like it when a girl performs fellatio upon me," is his candid admission. "I just lie back and let her do it all. The way it happened with the nurse, the first time."
Roy has many girls who are eager to taste forbidden sex via oralism and it is reasonable to expect that as he matures, he will become an oral conquest for many who do not want to risk pregnancy.
Here we see that this nurse tended to warp and twist the boy until his libido was so abnormal that he could not perpetrate ordinary coitus.
Much later, when he attempted intercourse, he fumbled, felt weak and was embarrassed when his erection became flaccid after a few thrusts.
"I don't think I'm impotent," he says, "but I just fade out when I have to do it the regular way. When a girl wants to have a mouth treatment--or if she wants to give it to me-I'm so hot, it's all I can do to stop! But if it has to be the regular way, I'm a cop out."
It is reasonable to believe that Clara debauched and twisted the boy so that his sexual instincts became warped. In many such instances, an older woman purports to "train" a boy but she does it only for her own abnormal gratification.
Once the boy has been released or otherwise out of me sphere of influence, it is most likely that he will still retain the memory of the first experience. Whether it is oralism or analism or any form of eroticism, it will always be remembered-and repeated.
It becomes an indelible stamp upon the sexual development and paves the way for sexual degeneracy.
CHAPTER SIX
WOMEN DOCTORS AND THEIR SODOMITE BOYS
In a preceding chapter, we touched upon the matter of a registered nurse who takes advantage of boys with sexual frustrations. In this chapter, we shall deal with the hush-hush and taboo subject of women doctors and their boy patients.
The medical profession, usually above reproach and generally regarded as ethical, is especially vulnerable when it comes to sexual indiscretion.
A doctor, male or female, has an advanced knowledge of sexual physiology. The doctor is aware of a boy's sensual tensions and he will often take advantage of them for his own warped desires.
Women doctors have their sexual hangups, too. There was one situation that calls for attention. It involves Jeannette R., M.D.
THE WOMAN DOCTOR. Her friends call her Jean.
She is 41, married, a mother of two girls. Her husband is in his 50's and a surgeon at a leading hospital. Because of their conflict in careers, they are denied a normal and stable relationship. She finds herself stimulated by examining and treating male patients. In particular, she has a craving for the young males.
THE PATIENTS: They come from a large factory town. Here, the union makes arrangements for their members to have regular examination. Ordinarily, they would select a male physician but Jean R., M.D. works at a very low rate and the budget-conscious union will be glad to utilize her services. The patients are often new arrivals at the factory and they are most often school dropouts. They are lusty, virile and crude.
The woman doctor, Jean, likes the rough boys.
CASE STUDY: His name is Josef B. He is 16 and the sole support of his impoverished mother and two younger brothers. He lives in this factory town that has been designated a poverty area. He has had a few sexual affairs with shabby girls but he is still somewhat inexperienced and vulnerable to warped methods of expression. His father comes from the Baltic region; he is often drunk and disappears for weeks at a time.
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"Do you always become so excited?" The doctor put away her stethoscope and felt the heat rising. This boy was tall, rangy, with the rugged look of the factory upon his body. He was stark naked. Every muscle was etched on his frame. She made light of it as she playfully grabbed his staff. "Mmmm, you sure do get excited very fast, Josef."
The foreign looking boy laughed nervously as he shuffled in his naked feet. His tight buttocks were clenched; his solid legs and thighs as well as his forearms were covered with a dark down. This only emphasized his post-pubertal youth and made him look somewhat sexually precocious.
"I get hot quick, Doctor Jean." He reached out and it was apparent that he had been initiated into the rites of sex by others. "You want to cool me off? If you do, I'll tell my union boss that I want an examination all the time, that I feel sick."
Doctor Jean laughed at this deceptive. "Well, I'll help you." She worked upon the buttons of her gown. Then she fumbled with her dress. "Suppose you undress me, Josef. I like it when a man undresses me." She emphasized the use of the word "man" to inflate this already inflated boy.
"I'll undress and then just take you ... I'll eat you up. I need a woman." He spoke with the halting imperfection that was common in these immigrant families where a foreign language was prevalent. "Want to make me feel good?"
"You do it to me and I'll do it to you." Doctor Jean was not an especially sexually attractive woman but she, like others who seduce young lads, have discovered the secret of conquest: the very young or inexperienced can become like supersexed studs by the mere contact with a woman. ANY WOMAN!
If an older woman covets youth, if she has doubts about her ability to attract and arouse and seduce a male, she finds reassurance in the forcible conquest of seemingly callow youth. With an adult male, she may be rebuffed, rediculed or even humiliated. So she seeks safety with innocent youth.
Josef's trembling hands cupped her sagging breasts. His eyes were glazed with desire. Each breath sent a wave of muscular power through his wiry frame. His muscles rippled with sexual significance.
"You're nice," he said in life boyish appreciation. His fingers twisted her nipples because the others at the factory said it was the thing to do. "Want to play with me?" Innocently and still shyly, he pushed himself against her. When his thick power was wedged in the resistant grotto, the woman doctor felt the familiar reactions of sensual pleasure.
"That's the way, Josef."
They made their way to a couch. Here, the two naked debauchers revelled and used all sorts of means to stimulate one another.
"Now, take me now! Make me feel like a woman!"
With that, Doctor Jean spread her paunchy body on the couch and raised up her legs, "Go on-hurt me!"
Josef was so en-framed, it was a miracle he could even control himself to the point of absolute intromission.
He sputtered and shivered as he began the series of rhythmic insertions.
He immersed himself in the fleshly warmth of the woman doctor. "This is good," he screwed up his handsome face as he began the onslaught. "Oooo," he then lapsed into his parents' native language and it was apparent he used lewd terms to describe what he felt.
Doctor Jean was in seventh heaven. She thrilled to the supreme power of the boy; she ran her palms all over the broad sweep of his back, then down his indented spinal column. She cupped his tight buttocks, fondled the backs of his swinging scrotum.
"That's it, boy, keep it up." She loved every delicious moment. To be seduced and made the object of pleasure by a virile boy (who could easily have had just about any girl in town) made Doctor Jean feel head and shoulders above all others. "Ohhhhh, you get me so ... so...."
"I gotta ... now ... now ... OHHHHHH!!!!!"
There were several warning spasms and suddenly, the boy jolted. In the bright light (the doctor liked to perform these seductions so she could see every thing that transpired; it added and whetted her lascivious lusts to be able to watch the somewhat intimate facial motions.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: In this situation, the older woman's sexual ego is further bolstered by visual proof of being made the object of absolute attention.)
They both reached the supreme heights at about the simultaneous climax. It was a pleasurable sensation for the two of them. The older woman had been satiated and convinced that she was still sexually appealing. The young boy felt he had "proved" himself by seducing this older woman.
SEXUAL MEDICS. Just why should women doctors be in a vantage position for seduction of the young male? Because they have valid reasons for examining, fondling or otherwise contacting the sexual parts of the male. While many women doctors will be impassive or clinically cold about their patients, there are many who are, after all, females. They will experience some arousal at the spectacle of a nude and virile male.
This is more pronounced when the woman doctor and the young male have sexual problems that preclude a normal balance in life.
Whether she is a doctor or just a barmaid, the woman is a woman! She is vulnerable to temptation and she possesses desires just as any women. This is something most people either disregard or prefer not to believe. But the woman doctor has her own sexual longings and (like a male doctor) if temptation is put before her, she will be unable to resist, in most situations.
The following situation bears out the temptations facing the woman doctor:
CASE STUDY: Doctor Elsa is a female gynecologist (specialist in female problems) and also is one of the very few female urologists (specialist in male disorders). Because of her extra-familiarity with the sexual parts, there is a modicum of truth in her flat statement, "I can't find pleasure in the 'ordinary' way. I've been exposed to and surrounded by so much 'ordinary' physiology, it no longer holds any excitement for me. I have a great desire for the backward way. (She refers to being sodomized.) And I've also discovered that there are many boys who become stimulated when they are sodomized."
Doctor Elsa then elaborates:
"I don't mean a homosexual arrangement; that is, there are homosexuals who are aroused be being sodomized (anal penetration) but I'm referring to another means of penetration.
"There was this cute little 14 year lad. He was so fresh and innocent that in another era or another part of the world, he might have been castrated and made a eunuch!"
NOTE: Here we see a hint of Doctor Elsa's problem-penis envy. Apparently, as a woman doctor, she has not the stature of a male doctor and she feels that Nature cheated her. As we shall see, she has a strong penis envy that makes her warped and depraved, even though she is a woman physician.)
"The lad was troubled with Vet dreams' or those nocturnal emissions. His parents were backward and thought there was something wrong so they sent him to me for an examination. The minute he pulled down his pants, he was so stiff it was unbelievable."
She went on to say how she touched the boy (he was called Larry) and he quivered, "Please ... I ... I...." He was typical of others of this innocent age group and was a victim of premature ejaculation. It did not necessarily require actual contact. For some super-sensitive boys, just thinking of sex was enough to cause a seminal eruption.
"That was how we became more intimate. I told Larry that to learn self-control, he had to do what the knowledgeable Arabs would do. They would use dildoes and godemiches (artificially-shaped sex organs) on their slave boys to help control them. In other words, I used that as an excuse to sodomize the boy."
Doctor Elsa displays more symptoms of being penis-envy by attempting to sodomize an innocent boy who is duped into believing this is another form of "normal" sexual maturity.
"Will it hurt?" The very slender boy quivered as he turned "bottoms up" and then felt the way the doctor, with the hideous godemich or penis-symbol (it was an object she picked up during a trip to North Africa to attend a medical convention), straddled the boy. "Ooooo...."
"It will make you feel lice a real man!" Now, the perverted doctor lost sense as she began to pseudo-sodomize the boy. Now she felt that she was equal or even superior to the male because she could effect coitus. She worked assiduously, oblivious to the muffled yelps of the boy being "raped."
Later, she admitted, 'It gave me a thrill to feel his whimpering body and the way those small buttocks-so free and smooth-were tightening when I raped him. I felt like a real big man."
Again, we see the feeling of penis envy and the desire to debauch a young male as a means of fulfilling one's own sense of inadequacy.
"It's an odd thing," she recalls, "but when I raped that little kid, Larry, he got so excited that he had an erection and I think he ejaculated."
This set a bizarre pattern.
"I became Larry's lover, so to speak," she speaks in somewhat crude terms. "I would sodomize him with my dildo, and he would become excited and then either reach an orgasm, or else he would beg and plead with me to manipulate him to a climax. I would do that, too, but only after he begged me for a long time."
She relished this feeling of power and knowing that she possesses the source of relief and gratification over men.
"I don't think I let little Larry fool with me in the usual way. I wouldn't want him to think of me as some cheap tart. But I conditioned him to sodomy to the point where it obviated the so-called normal means of sex and men he wanted that and nothing else."
Much, later, as Larry matured, he became impotent. Here we see that sodomy had created "mental castration" because his anus had displaced and overpowered his penis as the source of physical and emotional sexual pleasure. For two years, Larry had been sodomized and masturbated until he felt he no longer cared for this latter method of relief.
Larry says, "I just like being 'womanized' or made to feel like a woman the way Doctor Elsa did. It makes it so easy for me. I don't have to do anything, but just lie back and let her do it." Here we see that the boy's normal sexual aggressiveness has become subjugated and destroyed and he has become passive to the point where he cannot become stimulated by normal means. "I can't get any girls to do it to me," he said in a few years when he matured, "so I have a few queers."
Larry may have been transformed into a passive homosexual because it is apparent that this is the only way he can become sodomized. He does not otherwise participate in the sex act whether with a homosexual or with the doctor.
Here we see that a young boy who is taken advantage of, sexually speaking, at an impressionable age, can become totally twisted and sexually abnormalized.
Doctor Elsa is not a compulsive "sodomist" but she is not a normal sexual being, either. She prefers the unusual and the different because of her gross familiarity with what is considered normal and customary.
"I prefer young boys because I can dictate terms of sex to them."
Again, we see a reason for this youth-fetish. The young boy is so innocent (not often, as we shall see in succeeding case histories of this volume) that he is vulnerable to whatever unusual or abnormal sex is required. Just a bit of smart talk will convince him that it's the "in" thing to do.
Sometimes, an older woman will delude a hesitant boy by saying, "All the guys in your crowd (perform cunnilingus) and you ought to do it, too."
This argument is often used by the boys, themselves, when they want something. To say "the other guys do it" is sufficient reason unto itself.
Often, a woman doctor will give a sponge bath and this again brings her into intimate contact with the boy. Then there are as many boys who want to prove themselves and will take the first woman they see-a woman doctor is just another woman to them. Some will become aggressive. A woman doctor may be a doctor-but as we stated on several occasions, she is a woman, after all!
As another woman doctor said, "I love young bodies of virile boys. I love to play with their sexual parts and then (either oral or coitus). It makes me feel like a woman again."
If any blame is to be cast, it may be upon both parties. But then, both often enter into it willingly and must share equal blame.
Putting a virile and pent up boy in the examining hands of a lusty woman doctor is lice adding fat to the fire. The ignited sparks may scorch with the punishing effect of a whiplash!
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAROL: BORED HOUSEWIFE
JIMMY: LUSTY DELIVERY BOY
THE OLDER WOMAN: Carol S., at age 39, is showing some signs of losing what was regarded a "sexual flush of youth" and she harbors suspicions about her husband's faithfulness.
Although Carol is still sexually attractive she has typical woman-like fears about her inability to satisfy her husband. She speaks candidly when she says:
"Philip and I always used to go at it about three or four times a week. We used to play around a little, then he'd use his mouth on me to get me so hot that I'd just about beg him to sock it to me." She laughs at revealing this intimacy. "Oh, we're swingers when it comes to using the far out ways to get our kicks. Sometimes, I'd even use my mouth on him and make him scream with tension. That was the way we'd begin it.
"Other times, Philip would take me in the back way and it turned me on like nothing else. He would really 'stab' me and work on me and make me feel like a real woman!
"But in the past few years, he's sort of eased off. Oh, he's not losing his stuff; he's as hot as ever because when I use my mouth on him, it takes a couple minutes and he goes off. But then, he doesn't do much more for me. It's getting too one-sided. He used to go hog wild over my breasts. He would lick and suck my nipples for hours on end. Well, maybe not hours but he couldn't get enough of them. He's a real breast lover, that one. But now, he just pinches my nipples a little, then fools around and acts as if it's something he wants to get over with. I'm not so exciting to him as I used to be."
Carol says that she has had to resort to masturbation, using any elongated object such as a Coke bottle, a candle, a thick sausage. "It's this last thing that brought me to Jimmy, the butcher boy. Mmmm, he's dreamy. He's not as wet behind the ears as you think. He's got the hots and he can make a woman feel like she's really something."
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we note an interesting sexual analogy. The older woman craves attention; she wants to be the circle-center of sexual attraction and can succeed with a younger boy who is still goggle-eyed and fresh-faced to think that ANY woman is sexually appealing. Such women are usually sexually selfish and egotistical; they seek to disguise their lack of sexual appeal by seducing young boys who just don't know or appreciate anything better!)
The delivery boy, Jimmy, would bring in sausages and other telephone ordered meats, and he would be invited to stay awhile. That was how Carol, as well as some of the other lovely and bored housewives on the route would debauch themselves-and the boy!
Carol is sexually bored! Her husband is a daily commuter into the city. He leaves his childless wife at home with almost nothing to do. Like many others who live in suburbia, they are bored. It is believed that Philip is seeing a whore in the city because there are times when "he can't even get it up," according to Carol, even when I (complete and rather detailed description of tongue friction on a man's erection to the point of his seminal discharge) and if a man can't get hot that way, he's had it!"
This may be true; or, it may be that the almost dynamic pace has drained out the husband and his interest in Carol has slackened off. This is noted in many marriages which place almost total emphasis upon physical satisfaction. Once the initial interest has worn off, there is little left.
Sex in marriage is a solid foundation; but emotional rapport is even more important when the physical interest has relaxed.
In Carol's situation, it was all too-physical and now Philip is losing interest.
But for Carol, she is still sexually aroused and she craves any form of erotic pleasure to ease her pounding tensions. She honestly admits she feels guilty about her masturbation.
"I don't get a big bang out of twisting my clitoris or sticking anything into my (vagina). It's something I have to do or else I'll go out of my mind. I know it's rediculous for a married woman to have to do that but if she's got a husband who doesn't even bother with her for a week or two at a time, she's got to try something else. But I don't really care for this 'jacking off because it's not as good as having a hot guy working you over."
THE DELIVERY BOY. At age 16, Jimmy is already a good looking boy. He has long sideburns, thick hair in the 'mod' style that makes him look like a pug-nosed cherub. He's also well built with thick biceps, a budding barrel chest, and a lusty urge between his strong thighs. Jimmy is a school dropout.
"I was in the bathroom with another guy and we had our pants down. He was going to 'go down' (slang expression for homosexual fellatio or mouth application to the male penis) on me and then I'd do the same for him. Man, we were so hot, we were in a dream world. That's when some stupid wise guy kid-you know the type, with horn rim glasses and always studying with his damn books, and never even looking at a girl-he conies in and catches us.
"There sure was hell to pay after that," snickers the smooth-faced boy while making an habitual scratch of his crotch. "Man, the principal and the social worker dame and all the rest damn near had us thrown in the tank. Cold turkey, and all that crap. Hell, all we did was want to fool around. It's not as if we had a (vernacular for a female) and wanted to (female intromission) her."
Jimmy was severely reprimanded; his parents were notified and he was immediately suspended from the school. The other boy was also punished. His parents sent him to some prison-like boarding school where the discipline was so rigid the boys were watched closely even when they showered. This type of environment will only increase the boy's sexual frustration and undoubtedly influence him further toward oral homosexuality. But anger and shock often preclude common sense, even in matters of sex.
Jimmy did not want to go to another school; his parents made the boy feel so bad about his homosexual act (and he blithely laments, "I didn't even get a chance to go off; that damn kid caught us while we were still getting hot and ready to go. Had to use my hand or I'd go crazy, man.") that he became confused.
As a school dropout, Jimmy now went to work. He became a delivery boy for a large butcher and soon learned that his sexual frustrations could be solved by "putting out" for the "old bags." (To a 16-year old, anyone over 20 is regarded of ancient vintage.)
"I don't dig the queer stuff," he says defensively, "and even though I kidded around a little, it was just because I couldn't get no girls. I mean, some of those (girls) are so scared o' getting knocked up. You just try to touch their (vaginal organs) and they go screamin' that they're gonna get babies. So, it's either use your hand on yourself, or do a queer job to get your rocks off. I don't dig going to no whore. I mean, that's real low down and there ain't no kick in it.
"Besides, I'm kind of a cute looking kid," he is truthfully vain, "and I don't need to pay no whore to get what I got. It should be the other way around."
In reply-IT IS!!
THE SITUATION: Bored and frustrated, Carol took to looking at other men. But some of them were too old for her tastes; some were married and so-called "respectable" to the point where they'd not even look when she'd appear at the door in her black chiffon negligee, with her still well-formed globular breasts poking against the bodice. She'd even put rouge or lipstick on her strawberry-lice nipples to heighten their appeal but she could not make headway with some of the delivery men.
Then she ordered some "very large, thick sausages" from the butcher shop. It came about when she saw the cute Jimmy on his motorized wagon; she copied down the imprinted name of the butcher shop and ordered the meat.
Carol was not necessarily aware of the boy's stud service; she just knew that he had an athletic body, sensual eyes, and a way of looking and walking about as if he knew he had erotic power and that he was in favour and demand.
It was a form of sexual conceit that is familiar with most young males who have an animalistic pride in their virility.
Carol sensed this and decided to try and involve the boy in a sexual affair.
Early one morning, he appeared at the kitchen door of the small stucco suburban home. "Mornin', ma'am," he scratched his head and then his dark, sensual eyes gaped at the nearly naked Carol who yawned lazily, let her globular treasures roll around. She thrust forth her panty-covered and somewhat plumpish hips in a bizarre motion.
"Morning, young man. Oh, I'm so sorry," she feigned embarrassment as she pulled her see-through nearly transparent black lace negligee around her naked breasts. She saw his hot leer and the quick pulsebeat of animal lust.
"I have the sausages you ordered."
She stood back and said, "Come on in, kid. You ought to get a little extra tip for being so prompt."
She saw the athletic movements of the boy, the enviable power nestled in his tight pants. Damn kids of today, wearing such tight pants that their whole stuff is outlined. That kid's got a real good one. Then she came back to the present and noticed his lingering slouch against the kitchen table.
He was getting horny just standing there!
"You said you wanted big sausages," he licked his lips while his eager young eyes travelled up and down the woman's lush body. "I got a real big one...."
"I'll bet you do," she laughed and moved around, pretending to put things in place, letting him see her big bottom. "I'll bet you're a big boy, all right."
"Ma'am?" He raised his eyebrows but there was a smile on his smooth and pinkish face. His dark hair tumbled lazily over his smooth forehead.
"Oh, don't call me that. I'm Carol and you're...." She took his hand, felt a tremor.
"Jimmy," he kept swallowing nervously. "I'm Jimmy. My boss at the butcher shop said you liked big sausages all the time."
Carol felt his hot desire go right through her groin. She stood before him, now holding both of his hands. "I always like big things, Jimmy. I'll bet you're the biggest boy around town. Mmmm, you have nice strong muscles." She ran her palms up and down his flinching biceps, then her hands came to his hip bones, and before she was aware of it, she let her fingers caress his groin.
The boy was red-faced, more out of sexual congestion than of any timidity. It was apparent he had been initiated into the rites of sex by the other lonely and perverted women in the suburban community. He felt himself swelling.
"I used to belong to the gym at school," he said truthfully. "Worked out with weights."
"Why did you quit?"
He was lost for an answer. It was the first time anyone had asked. These days, it was just accepted to be a drop out. The reason? For a mischievous reason, he would tell her.
"A ww, some creep caught me in the bathroom. I was ... you know ... fooling around...." He laughed shyly. He boyishly put one foot on top of the other. But his thick and elongated bulge was proof of his hammerhead arousal.
"With yourself? You shouldn't do that, Jimmy. It'll stunt your growth. You'll get pimples if you do."
He felt a slight embarrassment at such an intimate statement from the woman. "Oh, no, no, I wasn't whacking at my thing," he became lewd, "it's that there was this other hot kid; he was queer. He said he'd (oralism) if I'd (oralism) in return. So we both started to do it and this creep came in and caught us. Damn it, we didn't even yet get our rocks off and he was hollaring for the teacher. After that, I had to quit. Didn't want the whole damn school to call me queer."
She took his meat-like hand and pulled the well-built teen-age boy into an adjoining bed-sitting room. She could feel his heart-pounding anxiety. As for herself, Carol was so rigid with desire, she would have done anything to have the boy right here on the spot!
"Ah, Jimmy, you shouldn't feel that way. After all, boys try lots of things before they settle down to the best way of having fun. Just because a queer boy propositioned you is no reason to feel queer.
"Now, since you've been so nice, I think I ought to give you an extra tip. After all, you do have big sausages."
He was laughing with sexual excitation as he saw her rummage around in a drawer. He did not know that this had all been planned in advance.
"See? It's a nice jock strap." She held up this intimate item, noticed his filmy look and the embarrassment, and then said. "It's made for big ... ohhh, you know ... want to try it on?"
Now Jimmy knew that this had been forethought. Some of the other women on the route would use wiles and tricks to get him undressed. Others would just come right out and say what they wanted.
He held it dumbly, then with an impish look on his smug and conceited baby face, he guffawed, "Wanta watch while I fill it up?"
"You bet, Jimmy. And I'll watch while you fill up something else." She worked swiftly as she shed her filmy garment. It fell in a silky puddle at her feet. Her globular breasts, slightly sagging but still full and plump with rouge-contoured nipples, danced in the shaded light. She felt his hot leer. "Go on ... when you take off your pants, I'll let you take off my pants."
Jimmy dropped the stupid jock strap. Right now, the boy was so aroused, he would have raped the woman if she had resisted him.
"Sure, ma'am...."
He worked quickly. He peeled himself out of his T-shirt, flexing his muscles more by instinct than pride; he had a broad chest with thick biceps and smooth rolling pectorals. Then he worked open his big belt and slithered out of his jeans.
Naked, he was like a young Apollo. His enormous power poked forth in lewd hedonism.
"Okay, baby, now let's you and me make the scene." Every part of his animalistic power was alive. This boy knew the score. His callus-covered hands rubbed her breasts, then he grabbed the elastic band of her panties and almost ripped them free. He was sweating in a sexual frenzy. "Come on, come on!" he grew savage with ramrod stiff lust. "You just work it up and down ... no, no ... use your mouth, damn it, just to make me real good...."
Carol fell to the humiliating task with a perverted lust. "Mmmm," she used every tactile and oral trick to bring the super-sexed boy stud to an animal pitch. "Now, oh now, my baby boy," she reared up and in a sudden motion, actually mounted him. He was surprised at her passionate ardor.
"Hey, what's ... lemme do it...." He had to struggle until he was able to push her back down on the bed. Now, he mounted her while he grabbed her breasts with sweaty hands. His body was livid and aroused. Every muscle and sinew poured out with sweat-soaked glistening sheen.
"Oh, that's the way ... all the way," sobbed out Carol. When she felt the wedge, a shock of pain lacerated her femininity. "It hurts, it hurts ... please ... be ... gentle ... oh, Jimmy ... ohhh...."
"I gotta do it my way," he used lewd tones as he invaded and almost split her asunder. "Ohbhh...."
The heat was insufferable.
Pounding hammers slammed at the base of his skull. The agony-pleasure was tortuous in its heady delight. A knife-Ike pain skewered the older woman. She clutched onto the boy's rapidly undulating buttock cheeks.
She thrilled to the erotic feel of his huge pouch as it kept slamming against her perineum. But it had all happened so swiftly. The poor sex dolt! All he cared about was what he had between his legs!
"I'm gonna blast off!" he gritted his teeth; knotted muscles and veins bulged in his throat. Then his eyeballs revolved wildly. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby ... agrhrrahhh...."
When it happened, the copious proof of his boy-manhood was enough to make Carol want to scream with sheer ecstasy.
The slamming muds thundered against her delicate flesh. 'That's it, boy, that's it!" she kept hollering as she locked her ankles around his sweating body, imprisoning the undulating stud. Every part of him was now possessed by her. "Ohhhh...."
The insufferable heat. It enveloped and encompassed the two of them. The pounding of their temples and the almost murderous sensations of their roaring bloodstream made the two of them fall into a coma.
When they were able to revive and their belaboured breathing broke the stillness, the two lust seekers slithered apart.
"Whew!" He shook his shaggy head. His face now looked impishly boyish. He was like a big Pan, a perennial cherub with precocious genitalia which, at this moment, was semi-flaccid in its gleaming power. "Whew! That was some workout."
Carol was still dazed. The sheer ecstasy of it had made her swoon. The pounding was stilled. The pent up dam of emotions was now subsiding.
She diddled his enviable powers and let her fingertips stroke and knead where she knew, by experience, a male was reflex-sensitive.
"You're a wonderful boy," she felt a slight tremor in his groin. "You're so wonderful, I'd like to lock you up and keep you for stud service."
He laughed, then with the impetuousness of youth, removed himself. "I gotta get movin'. I got a job to do."
He did not even wash himself. Nakedly, the boy slipped into his clothes. He looked casually at Carol. The older woman wasn't bad, he thought. Wonder what her old man would say if he knew this damn whore was cheatin' on him? Later, thought Jimmy, he'd ask for some hush money. But why kill the goose that laid the golden egg?
She pressed a few crisp bills into his big paw, after she had dressed and showed him out of the house. "Now remember, if I call and ask for big sausages, I want big sausages!"
They laughed.
For a long time, she watched his athletic and well built physique as he went down the street to his motorized cart. Soon, he was out of sight.
"Carol," she hugged her aching breasts, "you've got yourself a lover boy. Better keep him!" She giggled when she saw the thick sausages. "I won't be needing these from now on!"
PSYCHOSEXUAL SUMMARY: In this situation, the older woman needed sexual relief and she took it from the first convenient source available. She does not necessarily have a "youth fetish" but she will take youth because of its virility. It is inevitable that either blackmail or scandal or something will happen and this will cause much distress. But for those who are sex-driven, they think solely of the present. They are unconcerned about the consequences.
Jimmy is a sexually mature and readily available youth; if responsibility is to be placed upon someone, it should be upon the adult women who actually seduce this boy. He is not appreciative of emotional sex; he may fondle and orally suckle a woman's nipples but usually because he was told it's the thing to do. He has trigger reflexes in his pubertal arousal and his sole interest is in the sex nerves of his sexual organs. He is still fixated upon his own sexual release and is concerned almost exclusively with his orgasm.
Some of these stud boys may eventually mature and be able to make a reasonable adjustment to the demands of sex: namely, give and take.
But many will become fixated at their immature level and dwell in a narcissus of self-satisfaction. Many such boys (such as in the next chapter) will become passive and just seek oralism directed upon themselves. Older women often display a compulsion for being active fellatio performers and this may often warp and twist the young sexual development.
The disparity in ages is a serious consideration. You may eat, drink and be merry tonight but when tomorrow comes, there is the hangover!
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE "AFTER SCHOOL" BOY Her name is Mrs. Wanda R.
She is close to her middle 40's, developing a paunch, has drooping buttocks, and her breasts need a firm uplift. She also has a sagging chin line. Her carefully groomed hair is an effective disguise against her increasing gray hair middle-age. To the astute female afficionado it would be apparent that she has little to offer in the way of sexual appeal.
But to a young schoolboy, by name of Teddy W., she is a female. Now he can be a man. Now he need not shy away when the other boys get together in the schoolyard and boast about their sexual adventures.
As far as young Teddy is concerned, Wanda is a woman who has sex with him. Wanda and Teddy may be decades apart (he is 17, very slim, yet to be muscularly developed, rather reticent, a bookish lad with clean cut features), but where sex is concerned, there is no generation Gap. That is, no gap when you are 17, hot and excited and the victim of recurring erections.
"Some times," admits the wan faced young Teddy, "I'd get so excited that as soon as I came home, I'd go into the bathroom and (masturbate) while looking at hot pictures. I couldn't hold back. I mean, lots of the guys in school do it. Why can't I?"
Teddy might not have been so susceptible to the older Wanda except that some of the other boys in the school would conceal their own embarrassing virginity by jeering at Teddy-or others-for being kids.
One might say:
"Hey, Teddy," while feigning a swipe for his crotch, making him jump, "you still whackin' away at your thing or you makin' out with some broad?"
Or another might say, while making a lewd gesture with his hand to stimulate masturbation, and at the same time puckering his lips to stimulate an oral act:
"Get yourself a queer, Teddy? Want to get your rocks off or what?"
Not all of the jibes were directed at Teddy. He heard others being embarrassed. It was part of adolescence. It was a form of bragging about being virile at someone else's embarrassment. But Teddy felt super-sensitive about it.
In this guilty frame of mind, he needed an outlet. He would have gone to a girl but by his own admittance:
"They don't have 'that type' of girl in our school. Their parents are always warning them about getting pregnant. One girl put out for a gang of guys and she got 'caught.' It was a real nasty scandal. She put the finger on the boys and they were all expelled. So we don't have much chance to fool with girls."
As for prostitutes, this particular community is located in a rather well-to-do suburban part of the state. There just aren't any call girls available. And the boys cannot go to any bars which are in the factory side of the city, because they are under age. This makes it sexually difficult.
But for Mrs. Wanda R., it is a set situation. Listen to what she relates:
"I have my own car; it was a birthday gift by my late husband, two years ago. I do my own driving and no one checks on my whereabouts. My two sons are married and live elsewhere. I have a servant in the house but she's stupid and doesn't know what's happening. I usually pick up a nice boy and bring him to the house with the excuse that he's a nephew. That dumb servant doesn't even know the score.
"I have to be careful, though. I don't want to pick up some roughneck. I had that experience at one time. I had picked up a hitch hiker. He said his truck was broken. He asked if I could drive him to the nearest telephone.
That was how she was sodomized by the almost animal-like construction worker.
"He was so young and so smooth-faced. He didn't even shave. He looked so rugged, like out of the movies. But after I got him home with me, he was just like some beast."
Wanda used the ruse that the nearest telephone was some ten miles away. Wouldn't he like to come to her house?
That was how she came to flirt with him. "The boy was delightfully handsome. He knew what I wanted. He played with my breasts a while, but wouldn't kiss me. He looked disgusted if he came close to me. Well, I suppose I am a bit too ... uh, mature for him.
"Then he turned me on my face. He mounted my back and then I felt his rough hands pulling apart my bottom. He inserted his finger and made me jump.
"He warned me not to scream or else he'd throttle me. Can you imagine what I felt? I had actually picked up a young madman."
The young boy construction worker then hooked his arms around her head. There was some struggling and he made the sodomitic impalement.
"I felt like being twisted in half. He did that awful thing to me; I know some women lice to get it the back way, but I lice it the usual way. He refused and said this was the best way. He couldn't get a girl pregnant this way-as if I could become pregnant!-and there was no risk of disease. How disgusting! To even suggest that I had that sickening disease. But he went ahead and used me like some beast."
Wanda said the hurtful impalement was so great, she wanted to cry out in pain. "But with a servant in the house, I couldn't do anything but bite down on my lip and wait until that heaving, bucking young boy-animal was excited enough to go off.
"It didn't thrill me in the least. After, I almost pleaded with him to play with me ... down there ... but he laughed and said the most abusive things. I won't even repeat them. It made me feel so cheap and downright degraded. I vowed never again to let myself get into such a situation."
Wanda now decided upon picking up a young schoolboy. She might not have met young Teddy except that during one rain-swept afternoon, as she drove home from a shopping spree (her late husband left her well-heeled), she saw the skinny boy, shivering as he awaited a bus.
She invited him into the warmth of her car. Since the boy saw a mature and well-groomed woman, he accepted the offer. His parents had always admonished him to avoid being picked up by strangers. But this was a woman and could not harm him.
He had mentioned that his parents would be gone until late evening so there was no rush to get home. Teddy had not said this for the purpose of going off with Wanda; it was just a boyish statement.
"Then come home with me, Teddy. It's been so long since I've had hot chocolate and cookies with a young man like yourself. My own two boys are grown up and married. Do come, please." She put one gloved hand on his thigh and felt just a slight flinch. "Please!"
"Okay, if you want me."
"Of course, I certainly do want you!"
At home, she began making sexual overtures to Teddy. She kept saying that a nice boy like him should have plenty of girl friends. She even said boldly, "You ought to make a girl happy ... with what you have. Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Teddy. Girls are always dreaming and thinking about a nice boy who can make them feel good."
"I ... I don't fool much with girls," he sheepishly admitted. "But I sure feel like it," he laughed embarrassingly.
Slowly, the older woman steered the talk to sex. She might not have been able to make her shocking oral seduction, but since the boy was shivering and wet, it was a good opportunity to get him out of his clothes.
He had gone into the bathroom to shower, and left his sogging clothes on a hamper. As he splashed delightedly under the needle spray shower, he did not hear Wanda as she stealthily opened the door, removed his clothes. When he finished, he wrapped a towel around his lean boyish frame, then noticed the absence of his clothes.
"Oh, Wanda," they were already on a first name basis, "where are my clothes?"
"I took them, Teddy," in her gushy voice. She could envision the stubble-haired boy all glistening wet and alive and smooth. The very epitome of sexual youth. She felt her hot lust. "Just come outside and I'll let you select a robe. They're out here."
Timidly, the boy's bare feet made patter-patter sounds. He had wrapped the towel around his middle. The thick bulge was clearly outlined. His very lean and flat buttocks with the dividing cleft was also outlined. He had spindly arms and legs. His nipples were as red as bright erasers. It was obvious he was exceptionally shy which was typical of post-pubertal boys.
"Hi," he flashed a shy grin, revealing even white teeth. "Hey, I feel kind of funny." He held onto the towel as if fearing to be exposed.
"You should feel proud of your body, Teddy." Now, Wanda knew she could not control herself. She was bold.
She put her arms around the startled, wide-eyed boy ana as she explored the damp back, felt the protruding shoulder blades, she felt his almost instant arousal.
"Aren't you the lovely little boy?" she purred, her hands now reaching beneath the towel. As they worked, she pushed him against the wall. "Mustn't be frightened, Teddy. Mmmm, sweet...."
She kissed his petal lips. He was gentle and soft, unlike that cruel boy construction worker. There was safety with this boy.
"Please, Wanda, I ... I...." He kept swallowing nervously. "I mean ... what do you want?"
She almost laughed out loud at his innocence. "I want you-Teddy bare!" she said laughingly as she led him to the bed. He walked with an awkward stiffness. It was plain to see he was very shy and embarrassed.
"What're you going to do?"
"This, my darling boy."
Moments later, she had wrested the towel from his clutch and feasted upon his virgin genitalia. He was fresh and pure and had never before had a woman. All he had done, probably, was just to play with himself. All the boys did it. But it was obvious he was still a boy virgin.
"Mmmm," her hands cupped his boy-man flesh. One or two strokes and she succeeded in bringing him to such a trigger-sensitive stiffness, it was sheer miracle that he did not erupt. "You're a nice boy...."
Although Teddy had heard some snickers about oralism (the boys used more lewd and base terms to describe this perverted act), he had not been familiar with the actual technique.
He was spread on his bare back. He felt the older woman's hands as they reached to cup his small buttocks. Then he felt her hot mouth descend.
"Oh ... ahhhhh...."
When her moist mouth and tongue encircled around his hot fleshly muscular column, a terrifying ache tore through his very innards.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHH!"
The two players threshed on the bed. Teddy surged forth, wanting this older woman to absolutely consummate him.
He was seized with the most delicious sensation imaginable. He felt wave after wave of tremulous power surge through his loins. Ohhhh, this sure beating your own whacker, as the guys snickered about. This felt ohhhh ... so good....
"Keep on," he whimpered as a wave of power threatened to erupt "More, more...." He seized her head and guided her.
When the absolute top was reached, it nearly blew his head off!
Teddy was giggling with boyish delight at the way Wanda orally serviced him. Now he could consider himself a man. While he was not as anxious as some of the others to prove himself, he was still bitten with the urge to consider himself virile and sexually mature. Oralism, to Teddy, was an escape valve for his stored up heated tensions, as well as a means for increasing his self-estimation.
"Oh, Wanda, that sure felt nice."
She laughed as she straightened herself. She had not even bothered undressing; she feared that the boy might dislike her rather adult body; also she feared he might lose control and would sodomize her. She could not risk any noisy scandal or scuffle.
"It's supposed to feel nice, Teddy. Lots of girls," she emphasized the word, "do that to boys."
"It made me so hot, I couldn't hold back." He did not make mention of his feeling of strange revulsion at her receiving his seminal discharge. He would have thrown up if he had to do that. But Teddy felt immense pleasure when someone did it to him. Now he wanted more of the same. "I sure liked it."
Wanda played with his genitalia, disporting herself with his virile young body. 'Then we'll play other little games as we go along, darling boy."
This was the first of many such sensual debaucheries.
Rarely did Wanda deign to denude herself; she had a presence of mind that her flabby body would displease the boy and he might not return again.
But whenever she orally serviced him, she derived a sense of satisfaction about herself. Now she was convinced that she was a desirable woman and that she still could attract a male.
"I sure lice to lie back and let a girl do it all," he would later admit after the initial shyness had given way to sexual promiscuity. "I mean, it makes me feel real good. Don't have to do a thing."
"Just let Wanda do it all, my baby boy, and Wanda will make you feel happy."
Here we can see that this type of sexual debauchery warped Teddy to the point where he became so passive, he was later unable to arouse himself to the point of penetration in normal intercourse.
"I just can't 'get it up' long enough to go all the way," was something he later told to a close friend. "I just haven't got that forceful drive."
He had become a passive recipient of oralism.
While Wanda is not to be held to task entirely for having twisted the boy's sexual outlook, she surely does deserve much of the blame for having altered what could have been a normal development.
PSYCHOSEXUAL SUMMATION: Wanda may be considered a pedophiliac. That is, she has a sexual obsession for youth as a means of obscuring her own feeling of lost youth. When she orally services a boy, she drinks at the fountain of youth and replenishes herself. As for the boy being serviced, at his tender age he is still innocent enough to know the true values of physiological-emotional sex. He is concerned solely with release of his sexual tensions-whether it be by oralism, masturbation or even homosexuality.
This makes him a vulnerable victim for the debauched older woman who twists his sexual attitudes while cruelly twisting her own!
CHAPTER NINE
THE SOCIAL WORKER AND HER GHETTO BOYS
In a large major city, in the midst of sprawling, seething and fetid ghetto district, a private social service agency sends out men and women to offer a variety of help to the distressed, indigent and the poverty stricken.
In one particular city, a spinsterish social worker, by name of Minna R., has discovered that she can sexually enslave a poverty stricken ghetto boy if he expects to be given extra food rations and other privileges upon the recommendation of the social service case worker.
Minna R., tells about herself:
"I've had a few disappointing love and sex affairs; maybe I've remained a spinster because I was always too fussy. There were some men IVe gone with who could show me a good sex party. They did the book. Some liked to (analism) and others just wanted to (cunnilingus) and work their mouths on me.
"Then some of the other men would like it if we'd do it together. You know, you use your mouth on me while I use my mouth on you. That was nice, too.
"But the men I liked well enough to want to marry weren't such sexpots. It's often that way. They're rough and cruel but can make you feel great in bed. Or they're so nice and polite and treat you lice a sister! Phooey! Who wants that? I want some real loving up!!"
Minna R., went from one man to the other but never managed to connect with any particular man. Rather, she lost herself in her work as a social worker for a very large private agency that specializes in helping the poverty-stricken in the ghetto regions.
"I saw so much abuse, so many abortions, so many illegitimates; honestly, it turned me sour on the whole idea of marriage.
"But not for sex. I was and still am good and hot. I like it any way the guy likes it. But now that I'm 38, and let's face it, not as desirable as an 18 year old girl with big boobs and a hot bottom. I don't get many dates. But I still feel tingly and hot and I want to feel a man's 'thing' all the way."
It was this brooding frustration that made Minna look to some of the available ghetto boys. They were all-physical and would satisfy her all-physical cravings.
From other social workers (the males), Minna learned that the indigent and impoverished would submit to sexual advances in exchange for extra allotments or provisions. One of the men boasted, 'There's this cute little girl, hardly more than fourteen or fifteen. What a big pair she's got on top. And wow, is she hot! You just touch her down there and she's ready to climb walls. Well sir, I sort of hinted that if she would be extra-nice to me when her Mommy was away, I'd mark down that she get a special bonus.
"She sure leaped on to that plan. Said she'd do anything and she did. What a real workout. She did the book. She knew the score. Used her mouth and let me do whatever I wanted. I gave her a real big bonus-in more ways than one."
Hearing such boasts, Minna became aroused. Here was a good opportunity for her to have her kicks. She should have thought of it before. Going into the poverty belt had always been depressing that it was all she could do to think of her safety. She had seen the bloated men and women, the drunks, the filthy hovels. But she had not taken the time to see the young boys.
These were the untouched boys, the ones who were not yet inhibited by the rigors of civilization. These were the boys who knew only fleshly and physical desires and these would be her sex partners.
Minna R. made her plans carefully. She had been assigned a district that was over-populated by migrant workers. Many were from the Latin American countries as well as from the bordering Mexico. Here, she had seen some of the cute, fresh-faced Mexican boys with their dark, sensual eyes, their precocious bodies, their obvious awareness of their erotic power.
There had been occasions when she saw a few of the boys down to their briefs, splashing innocently under the spray of a fire hydrant.
The boys' were innocently happy, unaware that the soaking water drenched their tattered underwear, showing their male genitalia in nude exposure.
But Minna felt a pang of longing to see that some of the boys were so developed, they rivalled that of grown men. Now she was going to have one of them. She looked through her case book of files and selected the home of a Mexican-American family with just one boy, Ramos.
RAMOS R. AGE: IS. UNRESTRAINED SEXUAL DESIRES.
Ramos was in the shabby hallway, clad only in a pair of worn out khakis and a T-shirt. Otherwise, he was nude. He had thick black hair, an aquiline nose, a smooth chin. He also had broad shoulders, a plumpish baby-fat physique that added to his lewd charm. When he smiled, his scowling face usually showed even white teeth. Most of the time, he was brooding.
As Minna came up the staircase, she deliberately shook her hips and upper torso. Beneath her silk print dress, she was absolutely naked. She had a firm pair of breasts that held up as if suspended on resilient strings. The feel of her nakedness made her aroused and vibrant.
"Ramos!" she was familiar with the boy. She bent down, deliberately let the innocent lad see her cleavage. She arched her shoulders so that her nipples punched against the bodice. The sharp nuggets almost burst free. "Are you alone? You should be out, looking for work. We can't help you if you don't make an effort to support yourself."
Ramos' olive-dark eyes opened wide and his pink tongue darted out over his pursed soft lips. "I know, I know," his voice was hoarse as he kept staring at the twin juggling breasts. It was plain that the boy was aroused. "But I no feel Ike it."
He got up. All the while, he kept scratching at the thick bulge of his crotch. He sucked in his breath and sent a wave of budding manly muscularity spreading through his upper body.
"Then I'll have to mark down that you just refuse to cooperate."
He looked scared as he followed her into the apartment.
"B-but ... I no feel like it ... I no Ike to wash dishes or clean floors," he was whining. "Please, lady, you mark down that and we no get clothes. My madre and sisters, they out, in street, look for work." He kept wiping his hands on his torn khakis. There was the unmistakable bulge that was beginning to swell.
Minna thought: These hot Latins. Just let a woman come within smelling distance and they're like animals. Bet this boy wants a woman real bad.
Aloud, she said, "A healthy boy Ike you should be out working." She glanced around at the familiar scenes of poverty; broken furniture, shabby bed clothing, the unpleasant odour of decaying food. A cat scurried around. It was common to see cats around. In this rat-infested neighborhood, it was a necessity to have cats. The dank odour and the shabby poverty closed in on Minna. The outside world was shut from thought, view and body.
"I look for work ... soooon...." He was encircling her. He caught the sexual scent. "You nice lady. You know how a boy like to be lazy." With a flashing smile, he put his hand on her arm. All the while he kept mentally denuding her.
"Now, now, Ramos, we must not be personal." She felt warm in the close confines. "Aren't you hot here?"
"I very hot, lady." With that, he took his T-shirt off, flexed his muscles. All the while, he just kept standing there and regarding her intimately. "You want me to fool around?"
It was more than Minna could scarcely hope for. Why, that little stud was wise! He must have put out for women, and probably some queers, too. She saw the way he was fumbling with his belt. This was just too much!
"Now, Ramos, you should remember to be polite. You should respect other people."
He did not understand English too well. "Oh, I be nice." He was aggressive. Not like the civilized boys who were trained with some outdated prudishness about the inviolate condition of women. This had always been a sexual problem. But not with Ramos. He was like a young primitive savage.
When Minna was on a threadbare and broken couch, the boy came right to the matter at hand.
"You nice lady. You want me to be nice? Then I...." He used a native dialect that sounded lascivious. His tongue kept darting out over his pink lips. "I make you happy."
"Ramos, please ... ohhhhh ... what are you...? Don't put your hand under my dress...." But even as she pretended to interfere, she was being pushed back against the couch. Warm, grubby fingers went up her naked knee. Then the two fingers touched her vitals. "OooooOOOO," she kept wiggling as the most delightful pleasure seeped through her engorged loins. "Ramos, please...."
Now, the boy's face was twisted into a dark scowl. He looked cruel; as cruel as the ancient Incas might have been with their slave women.
"Is what you like, lady. Is gonna make you feel nice. Here ... you touch ... play with it ... He took her hand and guided it to his crotch. The torn buttons were open. Minna reached within and gripped the enormous fleshly column, she gave a start.
Ramos grinned as he now pushed her down on the couch. Some clouds of dust and fetid odours were sensed.
"You like? You wannta take in mouth? You wanna take down here...." With a jolt, his hand went beneath her swelling buttocks, pried apart the fleshyly globes. His fingers penetrated.
Minna suppressed a scream. "Don't you ... oh please...." She became horror-sticken. This boy was like a young mule. She glanced down to see that he was sliding his torn khakis down. He had torn underwear. All were discarded. The enormity that now appeared was enough to frighten even a nymphet. "Ramos! What is that...? Oh, you're like...."
He was pulling her dress upward. At the sight of her naked fleshly charms, he became a young savage. His muscles bulged. When he moved his mature hips, the enormous column of his maleness glistened with burnished bronzed power.
"I make you feel good, lady. You no put down bad report."
"Please, Ramos, someone will ... ooo," her protests were drowned out as she felt his hot boy's mouth on her exposed nipples. "Easy, easy...." She winced when his sharp teeth seized one big rocky nipple and bit down. She felt a knife-like pain as his sharp teeth kept biting with the fury of some sex-starved animal.
"I like this," he gushed as his hot mouth now began to suckle noisily on her big globes. He cupped one breast in his grubby, dirty hands, squeezed so that constricting pain tore through the woman's mound. "I gonna make good fun," he garbled up and then burst forth in his native dialect.
"Oh, it hurts, it hurts," she kept moaning, as the boy's hot mouth and sharp teeth scraped each nipple, while his hands strolled down and searched out the hidden rocks and crevices of her soft and supple body. "It hurts," she moaned but she knew that this was going to be sheer ecstasy.
"I gonna be good," he kept drooling. Now his hands strode down and he yanked apart her resisting limbs. He gazed at her very core. "You good woman."
He was even more excited than Minna.
He, like many other foreigners, had been made to regard American women as speicai prizes. They were untouchable and highly desirable. To be able to have an American woman was like conquering the summit of a mountain.
Now Ramos would fulfill his dream.
Minna reached down to envelope the boy's enormous power. She had to exclaim volubly, "You're so big for a boy of your age!" But secretly, she was thrilled at possessing such hot, flaming youth. She rubbed his rigid steel-like column, and when her palm cupped his thick pouch, a reaction was sent off between the two of them. "You are so big ... "
He made gutteral sounds now as his hands explored her supple body. His fingers gripped her nipples with clamp-like cruelty so that she had to half-scream out, "You're hurting me!"
"I make nice," he soothed, but the boy was still in the savage state. Untouched by the rigours and guilt of civilization, he knew only that he had a throbbing erection and a pounding desire to penetrate this older woman and then begin the series of rhythmic insertions that would send a stream of shimmering pleasure through his loins. "I make big nice," he said.
Minna felt the first part of the penetration. She reared back as the wedge of power (the glans corona of the male organ or the extreme bulbous tip) and then a shock of nerve-splitting pain tore into her woman tissues.
"Oh please, you're hurting me ... you're hurting me...."
She tried to push him off, suddenly realizing that she could not take this phenomenal power, but the boy was seized with the most diabolical sexual craving.
Minna should have been mature enough to know that when a lad of about 15 or 16, especially one from a primitive and all-physical region such as Latin and South America, is given a chance to violate a woman, he becomes like a supercharged animal.
But now it was too late!
There was a sharp pain and the boy garbled some lewd words learned on the streets of his shabby South American neighborhood.
"Oh, I gonna make you good," he was thrilled as his young body tensed. "Now ... you ... oooohhhh, ahhh ... haaa ... ahhh...."
Minna felt the huge wedge as it jammed itself deep within her inner recesses. "You're hurting me!" she tried to fight him off but he was seized with such an animalistic rage, there was no turning back. "Stop it, please ... oh...." Sobbing tears ran down her face.
Her breasts were twisted and mauled. The boy was unlearned in the psychogenesis of female arousal. He was crude to the point where he was concerned totally with his own physical release. He was unaware that the female responses are more emotional and slower in stimuli. All he cared about was that hot feeling and the pinpricking stabs in his vitals.
Minna had to bite down on her lips to keep from screaming. "I'm being split asunder," she thought wildly. Sweat poured down betwixt her voluptuous breasts, now sporting black and blue marks. "Ohhh, that damn mule ... he's like a mule!"
"Oh baby, oh, baby," and then the dark-haired boy's smooth body became as stiff as a board. He gurgled a Spanish cry and the brutal onslaught stopped. Then the peak was reached.
A steady hot stream of naked lust now became lava balm.
Over and over the rhythmic contractions invaded Minna as she felt her own climax erupting. This was good. Oh, so very good.
She had never thought she could become stimulated by such forcible rape. But it had turned her on like nothing else.
"Oh, Ramos, oh," she ran her sweaty hands over the glistening sheen of his strong boy's back. She fondled his buttocks, then her fingertips caressed the back of his dual-endowed scrotum, making him wince. She stroked the backs of his naked thighs as well as his smooth buttock cheeks. "You are good, Ramos. Very good to me."
He was as exhausted as if he had finished a marathon race. Shaking his head, sucking his breath, he extricated himself. He was crude. There was no afterglow. No emotional rapport. This crude donkey-and he was certainly built like a donkey-just pulled himself up and his semi-flaccid power now swung lewdly before him.
"You gimme more money, lady? You gimme cards?" He stood there, naked and bronzed, each breath sending a wave of sinews through his powerful frame. In another age, he would have been the eunuch favorite of some warped Mayan or Aztec leader. That magnificent "burro" power would have cruelly been sliced off, rendering him helpless and a sodomitic treasure. But now, he was like a powerful donkey and all he knew were fleshyly pursuits. "You gimme cards?"
The lancing pain shot through Minna's groin; die felt some minor flush of embarrassment at the way her bruised breasts joggled while she slipped into her dress.
The boy just glanced at her idly.
"Yes, I'll give you the cards," she said dourly, referring to the special cards that the social service agency gave to the indigent so that they could trade them in for coveted foods and material belongings. Some even sold the cards for money. "I'll give them to you."
"You come again." Naked, without abashment, he stood in the doorway. He was like a male whore-and the most punishing part of it was that he had absolutely no feelings. "You come again, I give you these ... He grabbed his pendulous organ, fondled it and held it out.
With a muffled and choked exclamation, Minna said something and ran out of the building.
She felt cheapened, herself. She had had to resort to this, to actually pay off a stud like that Ramos, in order to have sexual gratification.
"But oh, he was such a man!" she gloried to think of it.
There were other situations with Ramos and other available boys. As always, Minna preferred the very young ones because they would make her feel like a woman. They would be absolutely indifferent to her advancing age. At the same time, she derived a secret titillation at being able to snare so many young boys. It inflated her twisted ego and made her feel sexually attractive.
Minna is just one of many such women who take advantage of their influence to compel boys into gratifying their sexual deviations.
CHAPTER TEN
THE MAID AND HER BOY STUDS
Generally speaking, an average housemaid is usually the first female a boy is in close contact with. The housemaid is always available; she will come into a boy's room to make up his bed while he is either dressed or otherwise too casual. She is usually unmarried and this makes her a sexual source of pleasure.
In an average home, the boy who is unable to find sexual relief among promiscuous females, will become drawn to any available female.
As we have seen, when a boy is in the formative stage of his life, he is almost non-selective at all. He has not yet learned to appreciate certain qualities that we consider as "beauty" or " grace" or just good "sex appeal."
The average boy just knows that the woman has a vagina and that he has an erection and that the two need to come together. He is concerned, basically, with his own orgasm. In maturity, he learns that sex is a process of giving-sharing with his partner. In juvenile age, he is too self-centered and too habitually conditioned to the pleasure of masturbation. This form of solitary 'Vice" as it was once known is his only outlet. He directs his pleasure at himself!
It takes a bit of maturing and experience for the boy to be able to transfer his desires to a sharing of the sex act with the partner for a more fulfilling experience. But at a young age, he is still too immature to be aware of a blossoming feeling of sex.
In this chapter, we see how this transpires in the case study of a 37 year old maid, Nellie R., and a boy of just over 14. To be exact, Chuck is 14 1/2.
CASE STUDY:
Chuck is a member of an average middle-class family in a smart new condominium complex in one of our larger cities. This particular terrace-designed condominium has a maid's room. In this room lives widowed Nellie. She must support herself by being a maid.
"I never was much for running around with men," she says flatly. "But I still have the hots for a nice young boy. Why? Because they're soft and gentle and not at all like some roughneck. I never fooled too much when I was younger. Now, as I look back, I sorta feel sad about those wasted years."
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we see the parallel. There is a peurile desire to want to return to one's lost youth. Since this cannot be done, the best substitute is to have a young sex partner to simulate youth. In the words of the old refrain, "You make me feel so young!" When an older woman is able to sexually enslave a young boy, she becomes young again! This eases her doubts about her ability to charm boys.) Nellie then adds:
"There's this little Chuck. He's all of 14 and a half. Nice looking lad, he is. A shy type. Won't go out at all. Always loafs around his room, reading books and things. Well sir, one time I went in there to want to straighten out and there he was-plump nekkid on his bed! And do you know what the little tyke was doing? He had his 'thing' in his hands and he was pulling on it."
THE CASE STUDY:
Chuck had been sprawled nakedly on his large bed; he had taken a stimulating shower. He felt himself grow swollen with desire and now wanted to participate in his secret and favourite (and sole) sexual occupation.
Chuck's eyelashes fluttered on his delicate face; his dark blond hair was combed lazily over his smooth forehead. His slender frame was alive and twitching. He was still in the formative years but physiologically, he was able to experience an erection and subsequent emission.
That was how Nellie surprised him.
"Oh, lad, what are you...?"
The boy almost screamed as he leaped from the bed, his erection as thick as a tree trunk, wavering like a lancer, running for a towel to cover himself.
His smallish buttocks bounced up and down. He was as pink and sweet as a young girl. Save for the slight golden web mesh that served as the foundation for his pinkish boy-man power, he might have been a young girl. His pink nipples were flat on his lean blue-streaked chest.
"You could knock, Nellie." He was on the verge of tears. "I mean ... I should have privacy," in his soft trembling tone.
"You shouldn't be doing such things." Nellie felt the heat rising. There was a faint and familiar throbbing of her temples. "After all, it'll only spoil 'it' and 'it' won't grow. Why don't you find yourself a nice girl and then have fun with her?"
He was red-faced and aroused. The towel poked forth to show his budding lancer in rigid arousal.
"I don't know ... I mean, I don't know any girls." He clutched onto the towel as if for dear life.
"Then maybe it's about time I gave you some lessons. Want me to show you what a boy and girl can do together?"
He nodded meekly, mystified as to what would happen. He stood on weak legs in the corner of the room.
"Come here now, boy. On the bed." Woodenly, he obeyed.
Nellie managed to remove his towel. She felt her throat slam up in her throat with hot excitement. The boy was soft and pink and smooth. When she ran her warm fingertips up and down his extended fleshly male column, then when she stroked the soft crinkled flesh of his pouch, he almost went off with dynamic excitement.
Never before had Nellie seen such rigid excitement. She worked swiftly to remove her clothes. Fortunately (for them), no one was in the apartment.
"Now, see this? It's what makes a woman get all excited. Here, just touch me...." She guided his resistant hands down to her clitoris and then when she felt the way he stroked her genitalia, pried apart her vulvar folds, it made her laugh with delicious delight. "Ahhh, you got a nice touch."
She guided his hands to her swelling breasts. The boy was absolutely fascinated with the first exposure to a woman. Added to this exhilaration was his preceding partial masturbation and his aroused state. Now he was going to have something that he had often dreamed about but never thought possible.
"Can I touch you here?" he asked shyly, his bright eyes gleaming as he saw her more intimate groove. "Please?"
She laughed as she sprawled out on the bed, spread-eagled herself and said boldly, "Go on, touch and kiss me. It's what all the men do. Go on, now...."
Chuck's spindly, gawky body that was still in the growing, gangling stage, now straddled the maid. He was clumsy as he touched and kissed. But his contact made Nellie rear up and exclaim with glazed eyes, "Oh, laddie, it's a nice touch you've got ... ohhhh, come here and let Nellie kiss you...."
Nellie did kiss him, her mouth covering his soft one, her tongue entering the 14 1/2 year old boy's gentle mouth.
Their tongue fenced while their hands explored and fondled.
When Nellie's warm mouth went down lower, when her lips encircled around his boy column, the lad shivered and declared, "Want me to do it now?"
She released the slippery knob from her mouth, and now she took him with a frenzy.
"You do it-this way, laddie...."
She had to guide him to penetration. She locked her limbs and used her sphincter muscles to absolutely capture him. There were some jounces around and then the boy hollared, "Oh, Nellie, it's going to ... ohhhhh ... OOOOO!!!"
He was in a sultan's harem!
The pleasure sent him shooting right out into solar orbit.
The sensation set off Roman rockets streaming in a psychedelic kaleidoscope of the most blazing colours.
"Oh, it feels so good," he sob-laughed as he held on to the busty woman, fingering and playing with her nipples as she taught him. "Oh, it's so nice...."
"It's supposed to be nice when you learn how to do it." She clutched the slim boy by his naked and flat bottom. She could feel the pounding of his heart and the movement of his young frame. She loved the youth who had made her feel so young!
There were later experience but in most of them, it was Nellie who directed and taught. She released the yoke of responsibility from the boy and made him so self-directed that she turned him into a passive sex partner.
By the time he was close to 16 and Nellie was discharged because the family felt her services were no longer required, the boy could not muster enough gumption to proposition a girl.
He became a confirmed and self-directed sex seeker. He would eventually visit prostitutes and other such girls and tell them to perform fellatio upon him or otherwise play the aggressive role.
Chuck was thus warped by this one-sided emphasis.
Nellie had made him feel that he was the idol of sexual worship and having put him on a pedestal, made him too self-directed.
Eventually, he may become impotent even though he will be in his early 20's. He needs to remove the block about self-pleasure and this will be quite a task. Seduction of a boy in a tender age can create after-effects that may lead to a form of castration.
Perhaps this is the secret wish of older women who seduce younger boys-to castrate the symbol of what they envy! We have not come far from the ancient harem days when women, themselves, would seize the testicles of captured invaders and rip them from the scrotum! We still live in that age, even in a symbolic fashion!!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DANNY AND HIS PRIVATE NURSE-MAID
THE NURSE MAID. Her name is Jenny B., and she is a practical nurse as well as an experienced domestic. She is close to 40, has an ample bust and an insatiable oral craving. She has worked to support her elderly mother and her younger sisters ever since she can remember. 'The sisters of mine used to fool around a lot," she admits, "and had mem selves a good time before they got married; all the while, I was foolish enough to continue slaving away as a nurse or a maid to pay their expenses. Now, I'm close to 40 and I can look back upon my lost years. When I wash and bathe a young man who is convalescing or in need of a nurse's help, I mourn for the days when young and vibrant bodies could have been the source of my pleasure. In an effort to make up for those lost years of sexual pleasure, I seek out young-very young boys who are still too virginal and babyish to have any idea of selection-and have a good time."
THE BOY. His name is Danny and ever since his early childhood, he was ailing. He had supersensitivity to allergies, extremely shy tendencies and was withdrawn. When he was 14, his family hired a maid for general duties, they selected Jenny because she had experience as a practical nurse and could care for Danny. The boy caught frequent colds and this meant that he take hot foot baths and also remain in the steaming bathroom for a prolonged time. He was often naked in the bathroom, and this led to self-exploration. He had had a few "fooling around" experiences with girls from school when he took them to a local movie house balcony. But it had not resulted in actual coitus. He was exceptionally virile, even for a boy of 14. When he saw the nurse, he felt something pass between them.
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"You've got to remain on that stool, Danny, for about a half hour, while we let the tub fill with steaming hot water. It'll help bring down your cold symptoms." She stood in the doorway, her sturdy legs apart. She wore a white uniform. She had a very thin bra that was soon so soaking from the heat-steam of the bathroom, it made her voluptuous round breasts poke through. Her breasts showed some sagging; the nipples took longer to bring to erection. She had a middle-age tummy. But Jenny was still attractive and virile. "Now, just get your clothes, off, boy...."
Danny looked guilty as he worked open his shirt. "Okay, Jenny. Want me to call you when I'm ready to get dressed again?" He worked his shirt off his slender shoulders. He had a neat young physique, with a smooth chest, pink nipples on his white-white skin.
Jenny was not going to let this opportunity slip from her grasp. She felt a throbbing in her groin. She saw that the boy's crotch was filled. The damn little pervert. He was getting big! You could just see the whole length of his "thing" with that big "head" on it.
"Suppose I remain here with you, Danny, and I'll give you a nice massage. That should make you feel better."
"I guess so." Now, Danny fumbled with his belt. He opened his pants with an instinctive exhibitionistic urge and then he slipped them down his lean and hairless legs. He was not even wearing anything underneath. His enormous boy-man pride poked forth in gleaming knob-handled power. His pink pouch nestled with its twin orbs betwixt his slender thighs. "What're you going to do?" His pants came down to his ankles and he kicked them away.
Jenny closed the bathroom door. The tub had begun and a cloud of steam filled the room. There was something intimate and heady about being with this pubertal boy in the bathroom.
"I'm going to make you feel good, boy." She laughed, worked with speed motions to lift up her uniform and then cast it over her head. "Like me?" She worked swiftly to unhook her bra. The enormous breasts spilled forth; while not uptilted or poked forth, they were still exciting to the 14-year boy who knew them only as taboo-which made them thrilling.
"I think you're nice," in his throaty voice. His armpits oozed perspiration, His bright face was flushed with excitement. "Can I touch you?"
Jenny almost laughed out loud. The little bugger was asking for permission. These damn kids were really wet behind the ears.
"You sure can ... and now, just as I peel down my panties, you can put your hands underneath. Go on ... it won't bite."
When the boy's sweaty hands went to her crotch, the contact with her fleshly parts made her jump. It felt sooo good.
He was smiling shyly, not knowing how to proceed.
"Will you touch my...?" He thrust forth his lean pelvis. He had small buttocks, like those of baseballs. His limbs were still in the development stage. But his massive power was proof that biological Nature had gifted him where he was most sensitive. "I sort of slide it and rub it and once ... ooo ... your hands feel nice...."
She was excited now as her hands gripped his rigid man flesh. She cupped his pouch, used her fingertips to stroke and tease his perineum, making him grow wild and wobbly as he stood in the steaming bathroom. He rocked on the balls of his naked feet.
"Ever have anyone do that?" she pressed against him, nestling her warm crotch against his rigid column. 'Tell me about it." Her hands went down to cup the boy's tiny buttocks, prying them apart. When her fingers penetrated his anal gorge, he screamed softly with sheer ecstasy. She laughed as she parted her thighs and invited his knob-headed power into the gorge of female receptivity.
"I just fooled around," he muttered as his hands played with her breasts, still unsure of what to do. He rubbed her nipples but at his young age, he was not mature enough to know or appreciate a female's responses. His sexual attention was still self-directed. "In the movies, a girl just rubbed it until I went off. She wanted to ... uh ... kiss it ... but it didn't work out."
Jenny now moved him to the tub rim and he sat down, exposing his pendulous power that throbbed with each hammering breath.
"Then let's kiss it ... now ... this is a good way to make you feel good."
Jenny's mouth and lips were everywhere. She moaned with ecstasy, thrilling to the way the boy's youthful responses were being aroused.
It was as if she was drinking the youth, replenishing her own lost and lamented youth.
"Oh, that feels nice," he reared back, thrilling to the way moist lips and tongue enveloped his most sensitive blood-engorged and nerve-ridden flesh. "Oh, go on, please, please," he was whimpering, crying and moaning. "Oh ... it's nice ... oh, oh, ohhhhhh...."
Jenny enveloped all of the boy.
Now she would make up for all she had lost. Youth would be hers. If only she possessed this boy-man rigid pride of his. That would make her all the more desirable.
(NOTE: Here the element of penis-envy enters into the seduction of the pubertal boy. Jenny wishes she was a male since a male is not so concerned about age as a sex attraction as the female. Oralism, in some situations, is symbolic castration. Jenny, symbolically, is devouring Danny's genitalia, making him a eunuch and non-male; in turn, she will have his genitalia and emerge the superior sex. Jenny, at 40, has bested Danny at enviable 14.)
When the peak came, it sent the boy into a paroxysm of spasms and eruptions. He could hardly keep his balance on the slippery tile of the tub.
His naked buttocks kept sliding off.
"There, that's the way love should be made." Impulsively, Jenny stood up, pushed her groin against him. "Do it to me!" she ordered.
If Danny felt sick, he made no outward sign. He was innocent to believe this is what was done in sex. His mouth worked with hesitation. He oral serviced the older woman for an eternity until she reached her peak. When it was over, Jenny "rewarded" him by using her mouth on him again.
It established a pattern and for several years, Danny submitted to the sexual attentions of this woman. Just how it ended is unclear. It is hinted that Danny told someone that he fooled with his maid and she was discharged.
The point here is that the maid is probably still debauching other boys; but Danny has become weird and sexually perverted. He is unable to find stimulation by normal and conventional means and constantly seeks out older woman. His family was shocked when he reached 21 and announced his engagement to a 42-year-old woman. The influence of the depraved made is still seen. One wonders how depraved this 42-year woman may be.
Sexual development reaches a healthy level when youth has a sexual interest in the same age group. When maturity interferes and influences sexual youth, it tends to warp and twist what could have been a normal development.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE DEMAND FOR BOY STUDS
Currently, and for a decade to come, youth is ever on the increase. Statistically, we shall have more 14-18 year olds than adults. This means that youth, as a majority, will influence the thinking of the nation. We have already witnessed the revolt among youth against adult authority in school riots, college sit-ins, demonstrations, hippies, draft protests, etc. The preponderance and increase of youth makes them a loud voice.
Particularly emphtic is the sexual revolution. Since the 14-18 year age group is the awakening of sex and is the most powerful demand, the powerful youth groups will influence our sexual mores and customs.
Youth of today represent sexual virility, power and stud service. Women who wish to continue having sexual gratification will have to cater to youth. After all, without these young males, there can be no coitus!
One shudders to envision a world of teen-age boys with virile power and their older women who exist solely to serve them.
Yet with women predators and women seekers of youth, who is to blame? The demand for studs increases as women seek to cling to their fading youth. After all, when a woman has a young boy lover, she convinces her conscience, her friends, her envious circle of acquaintances, as well as her own soul, that she is sexually pleasing.
It is this desire that foments an urge to grab youth and have it as a sexual mate.
With more and more young people dominating the scene, we may well emerge on a society in which older women will marry younger boys. If this happens, we can only ask-what next?
