When, in the course of a person's life, that person decides upon a vocation of social work or psychological therapy, it is often the case that that person grew up under the same extraordinary circumstances he or she will be dealing with. For example, a person wishing to study psychology may be aware of certain peculiarities present in him-or herself. Perhaps the lure of a possible self-diagnosis draws these people into such a line of work. For that same reason, however, the success of such a person may be hindered by qualities that he or she has not fully explored or is not even capable of understanding. In the case of a social worker or counselor, their success may be limited because the person receiving "treatment" recognizes the flaw in the administrator. This often results in the misuse of the administrator, since the patient may not feel any qualms about turning the tables to his or her own advantage, especially when certain benefits are to be gained. Who would not be resentful of someone sent to help, if that person were weaker in spirit or in mind?
The patient, then, often possesses a devious and/or evasive mind, enabling him or her to outwit the would-be administrator. Once the patient experiences the pleasure of control, the difficulty in "setting things straight" again becomes greater. Whether the subject is youthful or aged, the administrator may be assured that every victory is youthful or aged, the administrator may be assured that every victory will spur him or her to increased deceptive abilities. Sometimes, the patient had already developed these skills to such an extent that progress in the correct or normal direction is almost hopeless. In this case, the maladjusted individual is condemned to living a deviant life in this society-a fate not to be wished upon anyone.
Man is a social being, after all. When set apart from normal society, the alienation of that being results in an irrevocable scar seared across the person's soul. Although that scar may fade, it will never completely vanish. So, it is the duty of the administrator to do his or her best to eradicate the alienating forces of the patient's life in order that he or she may lead a normal life.
Hence, the case set before the reader today involves one such example. A social worker sent to aid a problem child does not recognize her own failures, thus leaving her vulnerable to his whims. Although it may be argued that a valuable lesson may be learned from the point of view of the social worker; that is, an increase of awareness of the reality surrounding her, it is doubtful that the child gained any lasting benefits from the experience. Unless, of course, one believes that any personal triumphs benefit an individual, this must certainly be the case. Here, I leave you to judge for yourself whether or not the lesson learned from the following story was a fruitful one.
-The Author
CHAPTER I
Christened Angelina Hope by her devout mother, this young girl was raised with all the virtues extolled by the Church. Her religious instruction began at an appropriately early age, instilling in her the strongest sense of right and wrong. Rising at six-thirty every morning by the time she was eight years old, she accompanied her mother to Mass in order she might begin each day with a spiritual purity invested in her soul. Each morning the youngster sat through the Latin teachings (for the Church had not yet become modernized) and listened dutifully to the sermons warning the members of the parish against the temptations and pitfalls to avoid to remain on the Path of Good. Most of the warnings seemed needless to the young girl, for she could not quite comprehend why anyone would succumb to obvious Evils.
There were several aspects that Angela could enjoy even as a child, such as the visual pleasures afforded by the luxurious vestments worn by the priests. Their colorful garments sometimes led her to wish that she were not born a girl, for she knew that these pleasures were available only to men. However, the nuns she saw daily seemed exotic in their own right, for their long flowing robes and demure bearing impressed deeply upon the child as a desirable state of being. She imagined herself, then, as a nun having an unimpeachable quality of deference granted to her wherever she went. She liked the incense that filled the church when special masses were said, and the burning candles set among lavish floral arrangements appealed to her immensely. Perhaps the greatest pleasure she derived from the masses she attended sprang from the hymns sung. Then, she could almost feel her soul lifted to the choir in the loft as she sang with them, under her mother's approving eye. Once in a while, she would get carried away and her mother, adamantly opposed to any excesses would nudge her sharply to correct her attitude. She learned quickly, though, to repress these moments of weakness and before long, she found the necessary control came naturally to her.
After the Mass, Angelina and her mother would descend down the steps of the church after greeting the parish priest and speaking with other fervent believers. Then, upon returning home she was hurried off to public school. Her mother longed to send her to a parochial school, but since her husband's death, it was necessary to save any extra money for the convent for Angelina's high school days. The young girl was warned to avoid classmates with vulgar ways or misguided habits for fear that she would be influenced. And so, Angelina's first school years remained lonely and sheltered.
When she reached the age of fourteen, her mother packed up her belongings and, ignoring the girl's protests that she didn't want to leave her mother, sent her quickly off to St. Agnes' Priory to live a new life. The Priory relied upon a strictly regimented schedule that left little time to the girls themselves. They were encouraged to spend any extra time praying in the school's chapel. Angelina felt very peaceful at the convent, for the conflicts in her life were of a minor nature and, for the first time, she was able to make friends without the fear that her mother would disapprove. Surely, all these girls were well-bred and not inclined to make trouble, she thought. However, as the days passed by, she noticed an inclination in her classmates to be overly curious about their instructors' personal lives. All the teachers were either priests or nuns, most of them elderly or of a very serious temperament. This did not prevent some of the more forward youngsters from trying to discern any departure from their routine lives. Angelina herself felt no overwhelming curiosity about her instructors, perhaps because she felt so comfortable around them. She enjoyed a friendship with one of the younger nuns with a liberal attitude. When the young girl confronted any troublesome matter, she could be sure that Sister Lucy would know exactly the right solution.
Sister Lucy also maintained a great affection for Angelina. The nun realized that the young girl had grown up far more sheltered than was necessary or even healthy. Angelina, at this point in her life, became lovelier to look upon each day. She had lost the pallid, sickly cast of her skin with her daily walks on the grounds surrounding St. Agnes. The friends she made brought her out of her shyness, somewhat, and her eyes lost their blank expression to a bright alertness. The increased exercise and companionship at the dinner table enhanced a once finicky appetite. Thus, her bony frame was succeeded by the attractive curves a young girl should possess with proper care and nourishment. Her hair, previously kept quite short, grew longer and began to shine with good health. During the short excursions into town, then, it is no wonder that Angelina started to receive long, strange looks from men she did not know. They must have been startled to find such a pretty girl among the straitlaced entourage of the convent. The girl was, as yet, unaware of the reason she attracted such attentions, but at least a few of the sisters warned Angelina about the perils of encouraging strangers. They knew that the young girl with her deep auburn-colored hair and green eyes would attract more than glances if these glances were not met with the sternest rebuttal. Angelina was puzzled by the warnings since she had no intention of choosing the wrong path; she wanted to become a nun and no small obstacle could prevent her. When she informed the sisters of her plans, they would exchange glances between them which registered the doubt they felt about Angelina's chances.
When Angelina's mother came to visit after six months (she believed that a long period of time would make her daughter less dependent) she was astonished at the change. Although she herself had been attractive as a girl, her beauty had also been obscured by an overly protective childhood. To see her offspring blossom with such wanton abandon shocked her. After speaking with the nuns, however, she felt reassured of her daughter's moral qualities. She returned home, satisfied that she had taken the correct action in placing Angelina in a convent.
The girl spent four more years in the convent. By her eighteenth birthday, she decided to begin the procedure of taking her orders. The nuns tried to convince her that she should spend time outside the convent before making such a vital decision, but Angelina remained adamant. And so, the week following her graduation, she moved into the building which housed the nuns. Her mother had been surprised at her actions, but after thinking it over, she came to the same conclusion as her daughter. After all, such a vocation kept Angelina from the evils her mother feared most for her child, and the woman knew that to have a vocation for one of her loved ones was a great honor.
Angelina felt truly peaceful, at last. Her confidante, Sister Lucy, helped her through the first few weeks of her cloistered life, making certain that the girl was not neglected. She did not miss her classmates much and she kept correspondence with several of them. One of the priests, Father John, also took a special interest in her affairs. He was a friend of Sister Lucy and Angelina placed her trust in him, accordingly.
The week before Holy Orders were made, however, something that Angelina witnessed forced her to reconsider her position. She was undertaking a vow of silence for seven days, speaking only to the priest in the confessional. On one such evening, after receiving confession, she wandered about the halls around the building. The girl expected that everyone had gone to sleep by this time, so she was surprised to hear strange noises coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Angelina realized that this was Sister Lucy's room. The sounds grew more distinct and now she could tell that they were moans, surely of anguish, she thought. Drawing near, she peered through the door which had been left open about an inch. The scene which met her eyes was one Angelina would never forget. Father John was lying on top of Sister Lucy. They were both fully clothed, their robes mingled together like a great dark stain. The priest was lurching violently against Sister Lucy who cried out intermittently. The girl realized with sudden revulsion that the nun was crying out in pleasure. She backed away, then, in horror, and hastened to her room to hide from this terrible revelation. That night Angelina could not sleep. She lay awake for hours trying to make her thoughts coherent. Many hours later, she reached a decision that marked a turning point in her life.
CHAPTER 2
At a point nearly ten years later, in a California suburb, a woman telephones the social worker recommended to her by the Bureau. She is not yet forty, but she looks older than her age partly due to her graying hair and the lines worn upon her face.
"Miss Evans?" she asks eagerly. "Angelina Evans?" After hearing the confirmation on the end of the line, she continues. "I'd like to have lunch with you, if possible. I want to discuss my son, Tommy, with you." After a positive response, she says, "How about today or tomorrow? It's sort of urgent, you see. We've been having so many problems with our son that I've decided we need outside help ... Tomorrow? That's fine. There's a coffee shop at Grand and Main. Is that all right?. . . Good. Tomorrow, then? Good-bye Miss Evans, and thank you."
* * *
Angelina hung up the phone, thinking about her meeting with Mrs. Evans tomorrow. She liked working with the Bureau; they had always given her good assignments and she felt as though she had made progress on each of them. Problem children were her specialty, although she had only been working with them for the past year. Her college education in psychology prepared her for almost any type of abnormal behavior, she thought. During the years following, she had worked with all types of patients and could diagnose their disorders after only a few days. They usually seemed quite receptive to her, especially the men. Some of them had even tried to make advances, but she had warded them off quite effectively.
She thought of the one affair she had enjoyed, or, rather, endured. One of the doctors she had worked with had taken a clinical interest in her own psyche and had diagnosed her as being frigid, or at least incapable of having a relationship with another person. She had spent hours in analysis with him, and then, at his suggestion, agreed to "therapy." This treatment consisted of him seducing her and making love to Angelina in a manner that can only be described as completely conventional and mechanical. The woman soon decided that she had had enough of this cure and discontinued treatments. Her curiosity satisfied, she fell into her work more fervently than ever, knowing that sex was something she could do without.
The years had added to Angelina's attractiveness-she developed voluptuously, but she disregarded this phenomenon and continued to wear the same clothes, which now fit rather snugly. Besides, since she had begun working with children, there was no need to worry about such trivialities as dress. Some of the parents of the children she had worked with looked askance at her appearance, but became reassured upon noting her business-like manner.
* * *
Tommy's mother eyed Angelina anxiously over her fruit salad. This young woman did not look nearly as formidable as she had hoped. She knew her son needed a virtual virago to control him. However, realizing that Tommy could only benefit from professional help, she did not mention her fears. In any case, the State paid for most of the social worker's time.
"My son's sixteen," she told Angelina, "and quite, uh, precocious for his age. "He won't like the idea of having a psychologist looking after him. I told him that during the week we were to be gone, you would be a sort of live-in babysitter." She shrugged. "Do you know what he told me?"
"No," Angelina replied, patiently. She sensed that Mrs. Allan was not too bright.
"He told me that as long as you kept out of his way, he'd get along just fine. He meant that, too," she added worriedly.
"Mrs. Allan," Angelina addressed the woman. "I usually get along with my children very well. There's really no need to worry. Why don't you tell me something about your son. Then, I can be prepared to deal with him on his own level."
"Well, he's really quite a self-sufficient boy, you know. He knows how to cook-he's always making brownies or something in the kitchen. He-likes to read, sometimes. He has a stereo, but since we bought him a pair of headphones, the music never bothers us," the woman said. She paused.
"Mrs. Allan, all this sounds fairly normal to me, for a boy of his age. There must be other things that are troubling you," Angelina remarked.
Mrs. Allan leaned forward in her chair. "It's his friends. He began to bring home these boys who look perfectly awful. Some of them smoke cigarettes, they drive loud, noisy cars, and their manners! It's terrible! They call me his 'old lady.' They put their feet up on my good furniture and curse me if I say anything against it. Some of them smell like they haven't had a bath in a week. They all have long hair and some of them dress outlandishly. I'm afraid that Tommy has picked up many of their bad habits. He had twenty dollars in his pants pocket, the other day. When I was doing laundry the other day, that's when I found it. I asked him where he had gotten all that money, we never give that much at one time, and the language he used! I can't repeat it, but it was just vulgar, let me tell you. If his father had heard, Tommy would have been tanned! My husband has already forbidden for any of his friends to come over to the house any more, but we know Tommy's still seeing them." The woman heaved a great sigh, then, and fell back against the chair, looking exhausted.
'Tell me, Mrs. Allan," Angelina inquired, "have you any direct proof that Tommy has definitely a need for professional help? Are you sure this couldn't be just a phase he's going through?"
The woman looked indignant. She seemed to revive somewhat and continued her lament. "Well, something that I found out recently finally made me seek the help of a professional. A letter that Tommy wrote was returned to the house because his friend didn't leave a forwarding address. I know I shouldn't have opened it, but I did and I'm glad, now. Tommy does need help. In the letter, Tommy told his friend the most terrible things that he had been doing and it sounded like he liked doing them. He's been, uh, sleeping with girls, if you know what I mean ... Some of them are even quite a bit older than he is. I blushed when I read some of the language that boy used! Our Tommy! Then, he went on to say that he and his friends had "ripped of P all kinds of things to sell. They've taken tires off cars, television sets from people's houses, and, once, they even stole a lot of jewelry from an old woman's apartment. They sell everything to a dealer who pays them. Some of the things in the letter I couldn't even understand. I haven't told his father, yet, because I think Harry can be a little hard on the boy, sometimes. If he knew all this..."
"Has he ever been caught?" Angelina asked.
"Not yet," the woman said wearily. "I think they'll probably lock him up in a boy's home, if he did. I would just die from shame, if that ever happened. I'm hoping he can be straightened out before it's too late."
"I see," Angelina said slowly. Poor Tommy, she thought to herself. His mother's more afraid of what the neighbor's would think, instead of being concerned with her son. "Have you ever tried talking things over with him, Mrs. Allan?" she asked.
The woman snorted in disbelief. "I have tried everything ... until I came to you. This was a last resort. I don't know what will happen if this doesn't work. I'm so relieved to know that someone responsible will be staying with him. The reason we are leaving is that Harry's parents are having a huge family reunion. We will be in Ohio, most of the time. We just couldn't bring Tommy with us, the ways he's been acting. They would blame me, first of all. Harry's mother's never liked me. I could never see why-I've always been kind enough to her, and she acts like a witch, at times ... Hmmm, maybe Tommy takes after her. They say she was sort of a problem in her younger days. I've always thought she was married rather young. Oh dear, I don't know why I'm telling you all of my problems, too. Well, never mind, Tommy just needs a little more guidance. He's always been a headstrong child, always really doing what he wanted. That boy seems to think of himself first."
As Tommy's mother stopped to catch her breath, Angelina cut her short. "Well, Mrs. Allan, I'll be there Monday night. Just stop worrying, so you can have a good vacation. I'll take care of Tommy."
The two women said good-bye and departed.
CHAPTER 3
"Tommy!" his mother called shrilly. "Your babysitter's here. Come down and meet her, right now."
"In a minute, ma," came his sullen reply.
"He's so hard to handle sometimes," Tommy's mother explained to Miss Evans. "I hope you won't have any trouble with him."
"Please don't worry, Mrs. Allan. I've dealt with all kinds of problem children and usually things work out very well."
They were interrupted by Tommy's shuffling descent. He clumped down the stairs two-by-two until he saw Miss Evans. His eyes bulged appreciatively. He was big for his age, just over six feet tall and the jeans and t-shirt he wore did little to hide his muscular body. His long, black hair kept falling over his face. He needed to shave, Miss Evans noticed. Other than that, he was quite a handsome boy and she felt pleased.
Tommy was also pleased. He blatantly ogled her full breasts and hips, the shapely legs. She wore a skirt more tightly than was necessary and her blouse tucked in at her trim waist revealed the beginning of her cleavage although the V was not cut too deeply. He towered over her to shake her hand.
"Glad to meet you Miss, uh..." he looked to his mother.
"Tommy, this is Miss Evans. She's going to stay with you this week, while your father and I are gone."
"Hello Tommy," Miss Evans said in her throaty voice. "I'm sure we'll become good friends." She tried to ignore the middle finger stroking her palm, as she disengaged her hand from his.
I'll show you the kitchen now, Miss Evans," continued Mrs. Allan, oblivious to the interchange between her son and the babysitter. "It's right this way."
Tommy watched the retreating Miss Evans' backside. This was almost as good as the front, he thought. If I could only get my hands on that piece ...
Mrs. Allan finished quickly. "If you have any more questions, I'm sure Tommy can help you. Here's a phone number where you can reach us by tomorrow night. I've just got to hurry along now and meet Mr. Allan at the airport. Good-bye, Miss Evans."
"Good-bye," Miss Evans replied, walking out with her to the door. She watched Mrs. Allan driving off, waving her good-bye. Closing the door, she faced Tommy. "I'm going to freshen up a bit," she told him, smiling. "Then we can have a talk about all the things you like to do."
Tommy grinned, "Sure." He watched her return to the couch where her purse had been.
"Tommy," she said, after noticing her purse was gone, "have you seen my handbag?"
"I think it fell behind the couch," he replied, looking a little too innocent. He watched Miss Evans crouch down and peer underneath the huge, heavy sofa.
"It's almost too dark to see," she said in a muffled undertone. She went down on her hands and knees, using one arm to feel beneath the couch. This was unsuccessful, so she put her head underneath to get within closer range. "I think I can feel it," she continued.
Tommy regarded her wavering ass with delight. The outline of her buttocks became clearly visible under the stress of such a position. He could feel himself becoming aroused. Going over to her, he knelt beside her, placing his hand slightly above her tailbone. "Need any help?" he drawled.
"No!" she exclaimed, but her voice quavered.
He maneuvered himself behind her then, jutting his torso against her buttocks. He knew she could feel his swelling organ. "Here, let me give you a little nudge. Maybe that will help." He prodded her gently then, rewarded by her gasp.
'Tommy, this is ridiculous!" she pleaded. She tried backing out, but that only increased contact between them.
He moved back enough to slip his arm between their thighs. "Miss Evans," he crooned, "just try a little harder. You can find it, if you really want it." He let his hand slip below the hem of her skirt and began stroking the inside of her thigh. He heard a sound that resembled a muffled giggle. He felt elated, and began edging up her thigh. Sensing the warmth radiating from between her legs, he continued his exploration.
"Oh wow!" he said suddenly reaching the top of her stockings. "You're wearing garters!" Miss Evans wriggled her behind excitedly, but said nothing. "You want it, don't you?" he continued. 'Tell me you want it."
Miss Evans said as sternly as she could, "Tommy, you're being a very bad boy. I'm much older than you," she said unconvincingly. "Your mother would be ashamed of you."
He ignored this. "How old are you, Miss Evans?" he asked with interest.
"I'm twenty-eight," she said between two especially probing caresses. "Now will you stop this foolishness?"
"You don't look twenty-eight," he said moving his hand up still higher. "Besides, what's a dozen years?" he added. She began to squirm, but her position was fixed. He hiked her skirt up, using his other hand. Finally, he touched the crotch of her panties, feeling the dampness he had evoked. 'You want it!" he said triumphantly. "Miss Evans," he addressed her sternly, "you've wet your panties. Now who's being bad?" he finished mockingly. Receiving no answer, he continued to probe. Suddenly, she shifted her weight in such a manner that her knees were further apart. "That's much better," he said approvingly. He slipped a finger underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling through the wetness of the hidden folds, he began to massage her slowly. She moaned. Encouraged by this response, he rubbed faster.
"Ohhh!" he heard from under the couch. He fumbled quickly, then, at the zipper of his jeans. Drawing out his throbbing cock, he pulled her panties down to the tops of her stockings.
"Damn your panties," he mumbled impatiently. "Do you care if they're ruined, Miss Evans?" he inquired politely.
"No, no, go ahead!" the woman groaned.
Taking a jackknife from the pocket of his fallen pants, he slit the panties and flung them away. At last! He raised her ass a little higher and started tracing her crack with his huge member. Miss
Evans began to quiver, moving rhythmically against him to increase the friction. He heard her groans come softly at first and then more loudly with the greater force of his thrusts. Seizing his cock, he suddenly plunged deep inside of her, jerking furiously like a crazed animal.
Still partially obscured beneath the couch, Angelina realized that she had never experienced such pleasure. She could not stop the cries of joy that seemed to well up from deep inside of her. Suddenly, Tommy came inside of her and the woman felt a surge of ecstasy as he completed his triumph over her. He fell to the floor beside her, panting from the release. She could feel his warm breath at the back of her neck and this increased her desire for him, even more. Before she could speak, however, Tommy brought her back to her senses.
"You broads are all alike," he said crudely. "Why can't any of you ever just admit you want some guy to give you a poke?"
Angelina started at this. She remembered that Tommy was a mere boy, and she had just given in to his lust in a most humiliating fashion. She, his social worker, had just disgraced her profession as well as herself. And in the first hour of her work! She rose quickly, then and glanced at the boy lolling on the floor before her. She knew her face was deeply flushed, and not only from embarrassment. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders in a tangled mass as she tried to pull her skirt to a respectable length again. She opened her mouth to answer him, but not finding the words, remained silent.
"Don't worry," Tommy reassured her, "you weren't the worst lay I ever had ... Not the best, but not bad. I always dug red-heads, too. You're my first red-head," he added.
"This is an outrage!" Angelina said hotly.
"At least you didn't call it rape," Tommy observed coolly. "And you'd better not, either. You don't know how lucky you are. Some of my friends wouldn't touch a broad your age."
"They wouldn't?" Angelina asked, in spite of herself.-
"Naw, not unless they were getting paid. Hey," he said suddenly, "you want me to set you up? They wouldn't charge you much, you're still in good condition."
"Absolutely not!" Angelina replied indignantly. "I'm supposed to be helping you, and this ... this ... Heck! I don't even know what to call it."
"It's called seduction, Miss Evans," Tommy replied, amused. He, by this time, had gotten up off the floor and collected his jeans. "I'm gonna split now, meet some friends. Catch you later," he said with a grin. He ran upstairs and closed his door audibly, leaving Miss Evans staring after him. She shook her head in disbelief as she headed for the guest room she was to stay in during the week ahead. Once inside, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, her thoughts racing in confusion. How would she ever pick up again and use her training and counsel on Tommy? It seemed hopeless. Maybe if she called the Bureau in the morning, they would send over a replacement for her. No, she dismissed that thought quickly. How could she explain her failure? And if she didn't, Tommy probably would.
Tommy..."Precocious' was not the word she thought of describing him with ... 'diabolic' seemed much more fitting. And, yet, when she thought of him, she could not help but notice the thrills her body felt. She groaned, this time in real anguish. She had failed in every way imaginable. Guiltily she remembered the sisters at St. Agnes'. They had sensed that she would err. But hadn't Sister Lucy also erred? That, she knew, in no way excused her own actions.
She grimaced as she heard Tommy whistling as he left the house, clumping down the stairs again and slamming the front door. Angelina did not think that he should even be leaving the house at this hour of the night. Oh well, she thought, this will give me time to plan my next few days. Tomorrow, she would try to disregard what had happened tonight. If necessary, she could explain to Tommy that her real motives for being there were to help him adjust better in society. He might appreciate being told the truth, she realized. He's really too old for a baby sitter. Angelina felt better and decided to get some sleep for tomorrow, when she would try to gain the upper hand.
CHAPTER 4
When Angelina woke up Tuesday morning, the last night's events seemed almost dream-like. If she hadn't woken up in the Allan's guest room, Miss Evans may even had dismissed the entire incident. She rose and headed for the bathroom, after checking Tommy's room. His room was empty, his bed was still made. Now where could he be? Angelina asked herself. Knowing that she was unfamiliar with Tommy's schedule, Angelina resigned herself to wait. Of course! she thought suddenly. He's probably at school. She laughed at her suspicions, then, and began to run the water in the bath tub. The woman locked the door, just in case she was mistaken.
The bath water was almost ready, so Miss Evans hung up her robe and climbed in the tub. Ah, she thought. This is lovely. She swirled the suds around as she leaned back against one end of the bath. She watched her full breasts bob in the water like buoys. At the end of her torso, she could see the wiry, dark-red bush snag the suds between her thighs. She raised her knees up and leaned them against the sides of the tub. Idly, she plucked at a few of the hairs. Again, she thought about Tommy. At least he hadn't seen all this. She surveyed herself with pride. The pale, smoothness of her perfect skin was not marred by stretch marks, although at one hip there was a dark bruise surfacing where the boy had held her. He was such an animal, he took no care if he treated a person roughly, Angelina thought. But still ... sex with her doctor had never been like that. There's apparently nothing wrong with me, although perhaps it was better not to feel so good during intercourse.
She let one finger rest upon the part beneath her bush. Surprised, she noticed that the contact created a tingling feeling. Using her other hand, she separated the outer lips of her opening. She inserted the finger and enjoyed the motion that created more sensations of pleasure.
In the meantime, Tommy had returned home. Finding all the doors locked, he began to check the windows. When he reached the bathroom window, he also found that locked. The window was small and high, but Tommy's height enabled him to peer inside. A welcome sight greeted his eyes. Miss
Evans, he saw, was lying in the bathtub. Her eyes were closed, and he could tell that she was breathing heavily through slightly parted lips. He took in the marvelous contours of her body. He chuckled under his breath and continued to watch the sight from his bird's eye view.
Angelina, unaware that she had an audience, slid down further in the tub, so that her hips were elevated out of the water. Prom this angle, she was able to probe herself more deeply. She entered herself with first one finger, then worked in another. Moaning ecstatically, her fingers brought out the creamy fluid that flowed from within. Tommy gazed, fascinated by the particular angle which enabled him to see the folds of flesh which were now exposed to his view. He noted the burning desire which inflamed his groin. Tommy wanted to shout to her to let him in, but he knew this would disrupt the scene before him. He wanted to see Miss Evans gripped by the passion she aroused in herself.
Angelina began to moan softly. Her fingers returned to caress the clitoris and her moans increased in volume. By now, Tommy could hear the sounds coming from Miss Evans and his excitement increased. The bulge emerging from his crotch became visible. Shit, he thought. Here I am outside and I can't do a thing about it. Maybe once I get inside ... His thoughts returned to Miss Evans. She was wonderful. Wait until the guys hear about this! he thought.
He watched Angelina grow more frenzied as her efforts to stimulate herself produced extreme motion in her body. Gasping in disbelief, Tommy marveled at Miss Evans who arched her back so that the gleaming, white torso stretched out of the water. Her face contorted in a mask of pain and pleasure covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. The waves of orgasm began to ride her slowly at first, then reached an intensity which awed Tommy. At the sight of Miss Evans shuddering and rocking and moaning, the boy began banging on the window. The noise did not interrupt her, for the climax she experienced made her oblivious to everything but the shock-like stabs that jolted her. Suddenly, the frantic performance slowed and Tommy saw the woman sink back into the water with a tremendous sigh. And then, as if the pounding on the window returned to her ears, she opened her eyes to see Tommy staring down at her open-mouthed in admiration and unveiled lust. Dazed, Miss Evans returned his stare, but with a blank, utterly drained, expression.
The realization hit her soon after. She jumped out of the bath tub trailing a torrent of water to her robe which hung on the door. She looked back once. Tommy was smiling and pointing for her to let him in the house. Angelina groaned, and fumbled at the door. She let him in at the back door, dreading the scene to follow.
The boy faced her, taking in the dripping woman before him. Water and suds were sliding down her legs, and drops of water falling from the soaked ends of her hair made dark spots on her robe. The skin on her chest was blotched from the passion that had just abated. She wore a strange expression on her face, a mixture of guilt, fear, and expectation. He acted quickly. Seizing her by the shoulders, Tommy forced her against the wall. He leaned into her, planting a tongue-probing kiss in her mouth. Miss Evans tried to shove him away, but to no avail. He yanked at the flimsy ties which clasped her robe together and the material parted. With this, Angelina gave up her resistance. Tommy sensed her surrender and released her.
"This time, tell me you want to get fucked," Tommy demanded.
Angelina regarded him in stony silence.
"Don't give me any bullshit, you cunt," he swore softly. "Why make it hard on yourself? Any ass-hole could see you want it."
Standing there in her parted robe, Angelina realized that she really did want it. Still, she could not speak.
"All right, then," Tommy said, turning away. "I'm not gonna force it on you."
A sound from the back of Angelina's throat worked its way out of her.
Tommy turned around. "What?" he asked. "Are you trying to say something?"
"Can I finish my bath first?" Angelina asked weakly.
"Oh, sure," Tommy said generously. I'll be up in my room. Don't take too long." He turned back around and climbed up the stairs.
Angelina gazed after him in astonishment. What had she agreed to? And more important-why? She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. She walked slowly back into the bathroom, closing the door, but not bothering to lock it. It seemed pointless. The water was just barely warm, so she had a quick bath in spite of herself. Drying herself, she decided to dress again, just in case she could talk some sense into Tommy and dissuade herself. In her room, for once, she examined her clothes carefully. Nothing she owned looked quite right, she discovered. That is; nothing she owned looked demure enough.
Finally, she settled upon a dark green pants outfit. The more clothes I've got on, the better, she thought. As she fastened the blouse and vest over her slacks, she noticed with chagrin that everything still fit too tightly. The vest only seemed to emphasize the swell of her bosom and hips. The pants rode up at the crotch hugging the very area she wished to detract from. She pulled a blazer out of the closet and pull it on over her outfit. This is ridiculous, she told herself. Then, she marched out of the room and up the stairs to meet Tommy.
Tommy lay on his bed, impatiently, rising to a half-sitting position at her approach. He looked at her outfit in disbelief. No wonder it had taken her so long.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "You look like you're going to play strip poker."
Angelina addressed him, ignoring his comment, "I think it's time we had a talk, Tommy."
"What for?" he asked suspiciously.
"I-I'm going to level with you," Angelina told him. "It's about why I'm here. At the house, I mean," she added. Seeing him ready to listen, she began.
"Your parents are worried about you. They're afraid that your interests are not normal for a boy your age. That's why your mother called me. I'm not really a babysitter, I'm sort of counselor. My job is to try to discover why you deviate from the normal sixteen year old boy and to try to set you straight. I think you're old enough to know all this, that's why I'm telling you. Perhaps things would have happened differently if you had known all along." She paused here and looked at Tommy to see his reaction.
. "I didn't know all along," Tommy told her. "I heard my mother calling you up the first time, and then I saw your recommendation sheet. I don't know what difference it makes, anyway," Tommy finished.
Angelina was again at a loss for words. Out of desperation, she finally said, "But you aren't normal, Tommy," knowing that sounded feeble.
"What am I supposed to be doing?" jeered Tommy. "Watching football games? Washing my car? All that bores the hell out of me."
"You're supposedly just gaining an interest in women, for example," said Angelina.
Tommy snorted. "I've been interested in women ever since I could see them. What makes you think I'm different than any other male?"
"Studies have shown-" Miss Evans broke off abruptly, at the sight of Tommy's temper.
"I thought you were going to level with me. Don't give me any studies bullshit!" Tommy said, looking very annoyed. "If you can't come up with anything better than that, you may as well quit."
"Well," said Angelina, "your mother knows you've been stealing. How do you account for taking other peoples' belongings?"
"Oh that," Tommy said calmly.
"Yes that," Miss Evans said, glad that she had found something valid, at last.
"The people we ripped off were only people who could afford it," Tommy explained reasonably.
"Sort of like Robin Hood?" Angelina jibed. "Only where does your money go?"
"Drugs, sex, and fun," Tommy answered with a straight face.
Miss Evans pounced on this. "Drugs!" she cried triumphantly. "That's only an escape," she said sternly.
"You sound just like those stupid movies they showed us at school. Where have you been hiding all your life?"
Angelina thought she would not mention the convent as this would only bolster the boy's argument. Instead, she changed tactics. "Why aren't you at school today, anyway?" she queried menacingly.
"Aw, it's Spirit Week," he said, disgusted. "They're all running around like a bunch of idiots. I'll be damned if they can make me do that shit."
At this, Angelina could hardly suppress a smile.
Tommy noticed it, however. "I don't believe it," he drawled. "A sense of humor. Miss Evans, you're not a hopeless case, after all."
"You just don't seem like the type to cheer your school on," Angelina admitted.
Tommy got up off the bed and stood in front of her. "What type do I seem like, Miss Evans?" he said looking her in the eye. "And don't give me that 'over-sexed' bull-shit after the little performance you put on."
"You seem irresponsible," Angelina said, trying not to blush at his remark. "Your system of values is not normal."
"I'm responsible," he replied, "depending on who you talk to. I know what I want and I get it."
"This is getting us nowhere," Angelina said, in despair.
"You're right about that," Tommy said. "Why don't we do what you came up here for?" He waited for her answer.
"Tommy," Miss Evans said hesitantly. "That's just not what I came here for. I came here to help you and what you're asking is just not right. Don't you have any morals?"
"Nope," Tommy said firmly. "Look, you were ready a half an hour ago and now you're telling me it's not moral? What do you expect me to do? Wait until you come crawling?" He stalked over to his bed and sat down again, giving her a questioning look.
"I suppose we could talk later?" Angelina asked hesitantly.
"Sure, Miss Evans," Tommy cajoled her.
She looked at the boy on the bed, a mere six feet away. Everything seemed so unreal, suddenly. Smiling uncertainly, she sat on the very edge of the bed.
"Over here, Miss Evans," Tommy waved to her from the other end, He watched her, amused. Deciding that that was as far as she could bring herself to concede to his wishes, he acted. He rose from the bed and shut the door to his room quietly. Then, turning about, he came towards her.
Half-lifting her by the elbows, Tommy tried to center her on the bed in a prone position. The woman moved easily in his grasp and, encouraged, he fell upon her, at once. Kissing her again in his probing way, he discovered that she responded eagerly. His hands moved to her throat, where he patiently began to unbutton the vest, and, then, the blouse. Somehow, he managed to remove these after discarding her jacket. Her breasts were thinly veiled in a lacy, low-cut brassiere with a front opening. Undoing the clasp, he delighted in their heavy fullness. He cradled them in his hands, feeling the soft, warm rounds, and the nipples! They were a deep pink color, the size of half-dollars. He bent to suckle first one, and then, the other feeling them rise erect under the administrations of his tongue. Hearing Angelina's intake of breath, he worked harder, kneading them between his fingers and nibbling at them with his teeth. She moaned now and he glanced at her pale face, her eyes tightly closed and her full lips parted unconsciously. He let his hand wander down between her legs, squeezing her cunt roughly. Hearing a sharper intake of breath, he unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand beneath her panties to the warm, moist crotch yielding to his fingers. He drew her pants off impatiently, bringing the panties with them in one long sweep. She lay naked now under his unobstructed scrutiny.
He felt her fumbling at his pants as his own concealed member rose under her unskilled fingers. It was his turn to gasp as she drew the throbbing cock from his pants and pumped it several times in rapid succession. Tommy was surprised. Maybe this isn't going to be as one-sided as I thought, he said to himself. She held his blood-engorged penis as if considering what to do next. Her head moved over his erect organ and he felt her kiss it gingerly. Slowly, her lips encased his cock and began sucking at first only the head and then much deeper as if she meant to swallow it. Her hands grabbed for his ass and he obligingly shifted his weight so that she was on top of him. Now, she fondled his balls with one hand, while the other caressed his cock as she sucked continuously taking in greater lengths at each move. He sensed the pressure building inside mounting until he knew he would come.
"I'm going to blow a wad," he warned her, for he realized that most women did not like the taste of semen. She did not seem to hear him, so he leaned back to enjoy the wild pleasure she created. All at once he emitted a loud groan as he climaxed into her waiting mouth. Surely, he thought, she would gag, but to his amazement, she swallowed the rushing liquid naturally, as if she relished it. Angelina lay her head by his side, a few of the pearly drops still visible at the edges of her mouth. He watched her tongue gather up the stray moisture as she closed her eyes in contentment.
"You're not bad," Tommy said, stroking her bare shoulder lazily. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked.
"In the doctor's office," she replied, without thinking.
Tommy howled gleefully at this. "In a doctor's office! Who was treating who?"
Embarrassed, Angelina told him briefly about the doctor who had diagnosed her as frigid. They both laughed at his unorthodox manner of practicing. When she went into greater detail, Tommy realized that she had been shortchanged. He told her as much.
"He sure took you for a ride. Didn't you ever think that there was something more to sex than what he led you to believe?" Seeing her shake her head ruefully, he whistled. 'Too bad there wasn't something you could do to get your money back."
"Like what?" Angelina asked him. "Sue for malpractice? I can just see that in the courts."
They laughed again, until the boy moved down to where she was lying. He placed his hand between her legs. "Let's play doctor again. Only this time, you'll get the treatment you deserve." She complied instantly.
'Tour wish is my command," she told him half-seriously.
"Spread your legs, madam," he ordered. "Wide ... that's it!" He peered into her gaping cunt. He saw that she was very turned on, for the milky fluid was already entangling some of the dark red hair of her bush, and the pulp flesh looked quite swollen. To put her at ease, he said jokingly, "Studies have shown that women with red hair, especially around the uh, nether regions are easily excited by oral stimulation." He heard her giggle expectantly. "But first, we must determine the limits of our exploration!"
He inserted two fingers smoothly into her vaginal opening. Carefully, he worked in a third and was pleased to find that this created a cozy fit. The movement inside her made Angelina sigh with gratification, for Tommy was pressing against her in a most intimate manner. He slung her legs about his neck and proceeded to lick at her cunt. His tongue felt so good to Angelina who had never known such a forbidden pleasure. Tracing each fold, every protrusion, the boy began to suck her off. Using his fingers, he pried back the outer lips to her womb entrance so that the wet membranes were exposed. His tongue probed relentlessly down, down, down inside her gaping hole. Tommy could feel shivers of delight begin to traverse her body. Still, he pressed on, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go and withdrawing it part-way. He repeated this action until he could feel her opening begin to flutter. She moaned frantically beneath him.
At this point, she began to speak to him. "Oh Tommy," she cried. "Oh Tommy," she repeated over and over again. He switched the attentions of his mouth to her clitoris that now protruded for its share of stimulation. First, he licked at her pleasure center; licked the musky-smelling liquids that flowed from within. She tasted sweet to him and he enjoyed feasting on the pulpy flesh. Next, he opened his mouth wider and produced a suction that drove her wild. Again and again, he sucked the churning place that Miss Evans had kept hidden from him for so long. Finally, he bared his teeth and started to nibble directly on the pulsating button. He gently bit, gnawed and chewed, hearing Angelina's cries of ecstasy pour from her gyrating body. She mashed her pelvis against his face, but Tommy had her pinned firmly against him. He marveled that he could give a person so much pleasure; it made him feel almost as good as if he were receiving it. Slowly, her cries abated and her body relaxed in his hands, bathed in an all-over sweat. She panted from the exertion and a few damp tendrils of hair clung to her face. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes to see Tommy smiling at her proudly.
"Tommy," she gasped, "I didn't even imagine it could be like that. "She paused for breath. 'Tommy, you are so good. It's positively staggering. How could I have gone this long without knowing?" She took his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. As he leaned against her, she felt his cock begin to swell. "What? Not again," she said almost alarmed. "It's too soon, I thought."
"Is it?" he asked her, with a grin.
She looked down at the rising organ. "Do you want to?" she asked him, not at all shyly by this time.
He stared into her eyes. "I want to fuck you this time," he said boldly. "And good."
He reached down and felt her cunt still dripping juices. Moving on top of her, he placed his knees between her own. She was smiling her assent. Tommy guided his enlarged, veined penis into the passageway that seemed to fit like a glove. Angelina entwined her white limbs around his torso and met him half-way. He began to pump her vigorously, in a strong penetrating manner. In and out, in and out, he fucked Miss Evans with long, easy strokes. She started to moan again and this fed his burning desire. The friction worked for them both, creating a ball and piston effect that moved like a well-oiled machine. Tommy groaned as the pressure became greater. Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving Angelina surprised, and then, worried.
"What is it?" she whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he assured her. "like to try something new?"
Before she could reply, he reached over to the night-stand at the side of his bed and took a tube from the drawer. Uncapping the tube, he spread a generous amount on his middle finger. "What's that for?" Angelina asked him, puzzled. "We don't need that."
"Oh yes we do," said Tommy patiently. "Roll over, please. I'd like to play the flip side."
He could see that Miss Evans still did not understand. He raised her ass so that she was in a kneeling position. "I've been saving this for last," he told her as he smeared the lubricant on her anus. He experimentally inserted a finger inside.
"What are you doing, Tommy?" Angelina persisted worriedly. Then, as he began to enter her, she gasped. "I never heard of such a thing, Tommy."
"It's all right, Miss Evans. I love to fuck ass-holes, that's all," he told her reassuringly. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he began to work his member into the virgin orifice. Miss Evans protested no further, so he concentrated on achieving a deep penetration. He was very gentle, but Angelina could not help crying out once, in pain. Tommy stopped, immediately.
"No," she whispered to him. "Go on. I want to feel it."
He continued, then, until he could go no further. At this point, he held her buttocks firmly with both hands and, through the well-greased slot, began to thrust and withdraw. Miss Evans, in spite of the slight discomfort, could enjoy these new plunges. She felt the impact of his thighs against her own, his ramming cock jangling nerve endings that she had not known existed. And so, as Tommy prodded and butted and lunged, she acknowledged her own arousal, letting her cries of pleasure once again fill the air. Tommy could hardly hear her, for the joy ride took him far beyond the boundaries of the bedroom. He felt ecstatic as the tight casing provided such a powerful stimulation. Grunting and groaning, he anticipated his own powerful climax. Just as he thought he could bear no more, he came, shooting the narrow passageway full of hot semen. He fell heavily against Angelina, who collapsed from the force of his discharge as well as his exhausted body.
They lay together for some time, not moving except to gulp great breaths of air. Tommy eventually realized that he was still limply inside of Angelina, so he withdrew slowly and again fell beside her. Miss Evans rose with an effort to one elbow and gazed at the boy's tired face. He smiled weakly at her as he idly tweaked a nipple that jutted towards his face.
"Let's get some rest," he suggested. They both crawled underneath the covers of the rumpled bed and slept until the late afternoon. Tommy woke first and, being careful not to disturb Miss Evans, got out of bed. He still had much to do that day. He quickly pulled on his clothes, then, shutting the door quietly behind him, hurriedly left the house. Angelina slept on, unaware that the boy was gone, until the last light of day faded from the sky.
Noting that Tommy had gone, she sighed. She felt stiff but contented as she gathered her clothes and left for her own room. Taking a quick shower, she dressed again more comfortably this time. She went down to the kitchen and fixed herself dinner, thinking about the hours earlier that had changed the relationship between Tommy and herself. By this time, she could not even consider any progress on the boy's case. She felt she had forfeited any power over him by her admission of his sexuality. Miss Evans as a social worker had committed a most grievous error in a professional sense, however much she enjoyed the interaction between the boy and herself. Can I salvage any of this to benefit Tommy? she wondered. She decided to devote the rest of the evening to pondering the strange puzzle.
Meanwhile, Tommy had no such recriminating thoughts as other events occupied his mind. He met his two best buddies and they were going to have a night out (literally) on the town. They were speeding through the main street on their way to pick up an accomplice, a young girl whose name was Pearl. She attended the same high school as the three boys (when they went), only she was a grade lower. The reason they allowed her to go with them was that the young girl, being the smallest of them, often helped them rob the citizens of the town by climbing into small windows thoughtlessly left unlocked. Another reason for her usefulness was her ability to plot out daring escapades that profited them greatly. Besides all this, Pearl satisfied their aggressive, young libidinous desires. Although she was petite in stature, the lithesome blonde sprite denied them no pleasure. They arrived in front of her house, a two-story mansion in comparison to their own homes. Tommy, going up to the house by himself, knocked on the door and waited. Pearl's mother opened the door and, seeing Tommy, smiled. She always had liked this boy, who spoke to her quite respectfully and saw that her daughter had a social life. "Why hello, Tommy," she greeted him warmly.
"Won't you come in? I'll tell Pearl you're waiting." She peered past him at the car parked outside, but his two friends had ducked down out of sight. She held the door open wider and Tommy followed her into the brightly lit home, taking off the cap he wore for added effect. His style of dress did not offend Pearl's mother, for she was aware that all youngsters passed through this phase of looking "casual". Pearl's father was in the den, Tommy could see, listening to the ball game on television with the newspaper over his head. The boy seated himself carefully on one of the plush velvet chairs and waited patiently while the girl's mother made conversation.
"What have you planned for this evening?" she asked him cheerfully.
"Oh, I thought we'd take in a movie," Tommy said seriously. "That new feature is playing at Grant's. Pearl mentioned that she'd like to see it," he told the matronly figure in her pink pantsuit.
"How nice," the woman responded. "Isn't that the one about the two boys and a girl who go exploring in a castle looking for buried treasure?"
"I think that's the one," he said. He looked up to see Pearl descending the long, curved staircase. "Hey, Pearl," he greeted her.
"Hi Tommy," she answered. She wore slim-fitting jeans and a jacket. Her long blonde hair, worn straight, reached the small of her back.
Her mother smiled benignly on them both. "Have a good time, you two. Don't stay out too late," she added fondly.
"We won't, Mrs. Van Stetter," Tommy assured her. "Maybe we'll stop off for a milkshake afterwards, though."
"All right. Good-bye," she called, waving them off from the door.
Pearl giggled after her mother shut the door. "She thinks you're so nice, Tommy. She's always asking me about you. 'When is that nice Allen boy coming over again?'" she mimicked in a high-pitched nasal voice.
Tommy snorted and helped Pearl get into the car. She greeted the other two youths.
"Hi Bird! Hi Jim! What're we going to do tonight, anyway?" she queried, seeing their dark clothing and sheathes which meant they carried knives.
"We thought we'd hit up Old Man Forrester's place tonight," the boy called Bird told her. His features had a pointed quality, hence earning him the nickname to which he proudly responded. He was slight of build, while the one named Jim possessed a huge, hulking frame. He was actually several years older than the others but his slow mind held him back in school. He worshipped his friends and could always be counted on to support them. Once, he had even been persuaded to take a shoplifting rap when Tommy had been accused of stealing. Jim had been released on lack of evidence, however. And so, the four of them cheerfully set off to do their mischief.
They parked the car several driveways up from the Forrester place. The house was unlit except for a single porch light which cast a yellow glow on the grounds.
"Are you sure he's away tonight?" Pearl asked anxiously. She remembered the rumors that he . kept a gun by his bedside.
"Yeah," Tommy whispered to her. "It said in the paper that he was going to an awards banquet for his chess playing." He snickered. "Chess playing," he repeated. "Hell be sorry he ever heard of the game after tonight."
They reached the house at this point, by creeping behind a low hedge of shrubbery that ran the length of his driveway. Going around to the back of house, they spotted a narrow, high window held by a single latch, revealed to them by the flashlight Pearl carried.
"Can you make it?" Bird asked her.
"Sure," Pearl hissed. "Just get me up there."
She scrambled up on Jim's back, helped by Bird. She nearly dropped the flashlight on his head when he goosed her, but she quickly recovered herself.
"Goddamit!" Tommy whispered angrily through his teeth. "No screwing off! Wait until we get out of here."
Bird acknowledged this warning with a shrug. He could wait. If he didn't rely on Tommy so much, he would challenge him. No, they were buddies, he thought. Anyway, Pearl liked him best of all. At least Tommy couldn't claim that.
By now, Pearl wriggled half-way through the window, her thin legs dangling in the moonlight.
"Can you make it?" Bird asked again. All he heard in answer to his query was a muffled grunt as she finally wormed her way in. A short silence muffled the thud she made. The three looked up at the window waiting, worried. Some twenty seconds later, the back door opened, and Pearl's elfish features peered around at them.
"Come on, you dopes," she hissed.
The three of them started, then hastened over to the entrance. Using only the flashlight, the four scouted the rooms of the house hastily. They found no one. Pearl set up watch by the front window, as the other three began rummaging through the old man's belongings. They each wore gloves and upon finding something they wanted, dropped the article into a sack they brought with them. They removed jewelry, a small amount of cash, and an expensive radio. Bird finished first and joined Pearl in the living room. He began rubbing the girl's neck as she watched for any suspicious signs.
Tommy and Jim still searched the. house for any valuables they could carry out with them. Once, Tommy left his ransacking to scornfully kick aside a chess table that had pieces set up in the progress of play. He continued his search after this short diversion, however. Ten minutes later, they finished up and rejoining Bird and Pearl in the living room, signaled to the back door for an exit.
Once back out on the road, they locked the stolen goods in the trunk and drove off without a backwards glance. The group usually transferred their take to other hands before the robbery was discovered. Pulling up in front of a darkened pawn shop, Tommy and Bird left the car to knock on the door. After a few minutes, an older man lifted the blinds and, identifying his visitors, opened the door.
"What've you got fer me?" he growled.
"Some fresh goods," Tommy replied. "Let us in and we'll show them to you."
He grunted an assent, letting the two boys in with the loot. Inside, he flicked on an overhead light that focused on a small table. Barely distinguishable about the edges of the room were every sort of merchandise imaginable. The boys, after removing the fragile radio, dumped the contents of the sack before the old man's eyes. They sparked greedily upon seeing several items, in particular, and he held a few up to the light for closer inspection.
"All right, all right," he muttered. "What d'yer want fer the lot?"
Tommy looked to Bird and, nodding at a price they'd previously arranged, said coolly, "Fifty bucks, no less."
The old man again examined the contents of the table, nodded in agreement, going back to another room. He returned with several crumpled bills, shoved them at Tommy, saying, "Git along, now." They returned to the car to find Jim waiting at the door.
"Why didn't you wait inside the car," Tommy snarled at the bulky figure.
Jim gestured toward the car with his thumb. "Pearl made me get out. She said I was too handsy."
Seeing that this was true by the grimace the girl made at Jim, Tommy said, "O.K., just get in, will you?" Bird got in the back seat with Pearl, this time, with Jim sitting opposite Tommy who was driving.
"Where to, now?" Tommy asked his friends. In his rear view mirror he could see Bird kissing Pearl without any protest from the girl. "We've got about sixty bucks between us, counting the change from Forrester's place. It's an easy split now, if you just want the money," he added as he observed Bird and Pearl getting more involved. "Or we could pay a visit to my babysitter."
At this, Bird looked up with interest. "Oh yeah?" he asked, without bothering to remove his hand from Pearl's blouse. "You said she was staying at your house for a week, right?"
"Yeah," Tommy said.
"Well, let's save it for another night," Bird murmured as he nuzzled Pearl's ear.
"Do you want to drive down to the beach?" Tommy asked.
"O.K., O.K., just drive," Bird said impatiently. He and Pearl seemed to be totally absorbed with each other, causing Jim to turn around enviously to catch glimpses of them. Tommy drove without interruption down to the water. The four of them got out of the car and Tommy took a bottle and a blanket out of the trunk. He handed these to Jim to carry, as they carefully made their way through the rocks by a path that was well-worn. During their descent, they passed other groups of people huddled in blankets, some even around fires they had built. These people were all about the same age as Tommy's group and some of them called out a greeting if they recognized them. Finally, the group passed the last of these other groups and found a small cove where they put their blanket down.
"Pass the bottle, Jim," said Tommy. "It's freezing out here." The boy took a long gulp of whiskey and handed it back to Jim. "Have a swig and pass it around," Tommy advised. "Either that or freeze." Each took a long drink in succession, feeling the liquor sear their throats, leaving them a feeling of warmth. The bottle made several rounds until the group was feeling livelier. Bird and Pearl began to renew their attentions to each other, when Tommy said suddenly, "Let's kill that bottle," demonstrating by taking the longest pull yet. Jim and Bird also tried to out drink the others, but when Pearl took her swig, the harsh liquid made her cough so that she had to be slapped on the back. "Come on;" Tommy said to her. "Drink up. You didn't get your fair share. Do you want the others to get drunk?" The others giggled. Pearl good-naturedly downed more of the whiskey.
"You drink some of this," she said, her speech noticeably slurred. Tommy again took the bottle, lifted it to his lips for all to see and drank a tremendous slug. There was only about three inches of whiskey left in the quart.
"If you guys can't finish this off..." Tommy sputtered, "then you're all a bunch of fags." He laughed uproariously at his cleverness, while the other three eyed the bottle anxiously. Jim took a hard pull, but did not match Tommy's previous swigs. He passed it on to Bird, who did not manage to drink much, leaving Pearl almost a full inch to empty the bottle. Not to be outdone, she swung the bottle up and drank quickly almost gagging at the last swallow. She set the bottle down uncertainly. Her eyes looked glazed as she leaned against Bird for support.
"There!" she said triumphantly. "No one's a fag, except maybe you, Tommy. You have such cute curls. Who do you keep them so nice for?" Curls were a pet peeve of Tommy's. As long as he could remember, he could hear women saying what lovely curls he had. He had also fought in the school yard to defend his hair when he was younger. It is no wonder that this comment spurred him into action.
He lunged at Pearl who shrieked with laughter. Catching her about the waist, he slung the girl to the ground. Bird and Jim watched the pair wrestling in growing amusement. Just as they were about to join in, a voice hailed them.
"Bird! Jim! Is that you?" cried one of two persons coming towards them. Pearl and Tommy sat up quickly. As the couple walked closer, Bird identified them.
"It's Linda and Scott," he announced. 'Too bad we drank all the whiskey," he said as they came into view.
The two laughed as though Bird had something tremendously witty. There were walking unsteadily and their eyes looked about half-shut.
"Shit, we don't need your booze," Scott bragged. "We already got stoned on something better." Tommy, usually the leader of the group, did not answer this challenge. His hazy mind perceived that this girlfriend of Scott's was very attractive. He had never seen her around before, either.
"Hey, Scott," Tommy said, "Shut up and have a seat. Bring your friend over, too." He made room for them and the girl sat down next to him. Although he did not turn completely to face Linda, he spied upon her from the corner of his eye. She was great-looking, she was ... Tommy realized with a start that his name had been mentioned in an introduction. She caught him eyeing her but she did not seem to mind. In fact, she threw her head back in a light laugh, so that hi had a chance to see her better. She wore her hair ii a sophisticated cut that fell chin-length. Her body was well-proportioned, not voluptuous, but definitely a good shape in Tommy's eyes. She was not wearing a brassiere, he noticed, and the knit top she was wearing left little to the imagination. The gap between her top and pants revealed a trim waist centered by a thin slit of a navel that fascinated Tommy. He tried to determine how possessive Scott was about Linda, but all he learned was that somehow Scott had met Linda at local community college. Tommy, duly impressed by the young woman's status, credited Scott with more finesse. Just think, a college woman when you were only in high school! Oh sure, he'd had his babysitter, but wasn't she almost too old? He wondered if Scott was willing to negotiate on any terms for a chance at Linda.
Another laugh diverted Tommy; he followed the others' glances out to the sea. The moon, out from behind a cloud, made it less difficult to see. Pearl and Bird were running towards the breakers weaving slightly in their drunkenness. Tommy, feeling no inclination to pursue them, leaned back until he saw Linda scramble to her feet.
"That looks like fun," she said excitedly. "I'm going down by the water, too." Tommy, Scott and Jim watched her awkwardly plow through the sand at a half-run. Tommy waited for Scott to follow her. Instead, he drew a flask from his jacket.
"I'd rather drink than run around like an idiot," Scott said offering the liquor to Tommy first.
"I've had plenty, thanks," Tommy said, while shaking his head. "I should try and burn some of this off, instead."
Scott gestured generously at the trio cavorting by the water's edge, so Tommy staggered to his feet. His head spun. Jesus, he thought dizzily. I drank more than I should have. He ran, hurting. However, as he neared the water, his head cleared. Linda looked up to see him joining them and showed no signs of disappointment. His hopes soared.
Just when he neared the group, he veered off to one side. He called loudly for the others to follow him. His enthusiasm spread to them: Bird, Pearl, and Linda all sped after him shouting for him to slow down. Tommy, by this time, rounded the next bend of the shoreline. He knew Jim and Scott were hidden from view. The spirits gave him enough euphoria to enjoy the sensual impressions he received without feeling restricted by any petty reservation. He counted on the others to be experiencing the same effects.
Kicking off his sandals, he peeled the t-shirt he wore and tossed it away just as the others caught sight of him. He flashed them a daring smile.
"Let's go swimming," he yelled. "It's fucking hot out here!" Seeing the others staring at him open-mouthed, he goaded Pearl. "Come on. Are you afraid to get your feet wet?" Tommy knew couldn't resist a challenge like that.
"Of course not, you turkey," she yelled back. The girl thew off her jacket, grinning at him recklessly.
The others, not wishing to be left out followed suit. Tom, discarding all his clothes except for a thin pair of shorts, waded into the water. Pearl stripped down to a sheer brassiere and pair of panties trailed him in as Bird and Lind struggled with their clothes on shore. Bird undressed first, wearing the same minimal amount that Tommy had. He saw Linda in a quandary about whether to take off her knit shirt.
"Aw, go ahead," he suggested, his eyes lighting up.
Linda, seeing his expression, decided to keep her shirt on. She removed her jeans, to wade in just in front of Bird. Tommy watched her approach. Although the water felt deliciously cool to him, it felt cold to Linda. Pearl was swimming about in the shallowest waters that she could manage. The moonlight glinted on her thin back as she splashed about laughing at Bird who found getting in the water a little difficult. He reached Pearl soon, however, and his hands wandered over as though he were trying to train a new sort of fish. Linda was not quite waist deep when Tommy moved to her side.
His eyes were riveted on the breasts of the young woman. The cold caused her nipples to project visibly from the small well-formed breasts. Tommy decided to take the plunge. Grasping her by the shoulders, he turned Linda to face him. She smiled into his eyes. He pulled her to him, then, kissing her firmly on the mouth. With delight, he felt her tongue probe his own mouth as the water rushed back and forth through their legs. He cupped one of the shapely breasts then, finding it firm under his fingers. Tommy knew he was getting aroused by this point. He felt the tell-tale swelling at his groin and the woman noticed also, for she pulled away to look at him. The bulge beneath his shorts made her smile and she eagerly put her hand inside the thin material to feel the pulsating organ. His cock throbbed to her touch and she boldly pumped it rapidly a few times. She laughed in utter enjoyment as his member responded to this direct stimulation.
Not to be outdone, Tommy peeled away her thin panties and thrust his hand inside. Already, he could feel the lubrication caused by her growing excitement. He caressed her clitoris very gently and the forward motion of her hips as a reaction to his exploration pleased him. Playing with her cunt some more, then, he found that her opening was very smooth and snug. Ah, he thought, she probably hasn't been fucked more than a dozen times.
He led her to the shore away from the direction they had come, passing Bird and Pearl. They were against the foot of the rocks and, even in the darkness, Tommy could make out the form of Bird on top of the girl, humping her for all he was worth. A few scattered cries reached them and Tommy squeezed Linda's hand tightly.
"Come on, baby," he said huskily. "Let's find our own love nest." She pressed against him in reply as they hurried along to find the next indentation in the rocks. They found a small, sandy cove not too far away from the others. Tommy laid Linda down and began his conquest.
He peeled the wet knit shirt off of her chest and gazed in admiration at the perfect breasts. Lovingly, he massaged both of them. The boy played with the nipples, pulling gently at them, tweaking the dark beauties between his fingertips. She moaned appreciatively at his touch.
"You've got a great pair of tits," he whispered to her. "As soon as I laid eyes on them, I knew I had to have you."
"Play with them some more," she cooed. "It feels so good." She stretched beneath his hands. He bent down and placed his mouth over one nipple. Sucking fervently, he noted with growing desire that she was writhing in response. He chewed delicately all around the erect point on her breast and turned his attention to the other one. He licked this one and blew on it gently. She giggled and brought his face down close on the breast with her hands. At this, he began biting gently and sucking. The boy repeated this alternately while letting one hand slip down, lodging his forefinger in her navel. Each motion he made seemed to delight her further and he wondered that she could receive pleasure so easily, so gratefully. He felt her legs part beneath him and he moved his hand down, accordingly.
By now, her cunt was streaming with the warm juices of her own arousal. His fingers slid in and out of her easily, while he played among the folds just inside of the outer lips of her box. Suddenly, however, she stopped him.
"I want to do something for you," she breathed in his ear. "Otherwise, I'll come too soon." He let her strip him of his shorts and the freed cock strained at her lower belly. "Not so fast," she laughed as she went down on the head of his cock. He felt her mouth tighten expertly around the tip of the member and begin to take in more and more of the swollen flesh. It was his turn to groan as he watched the woman's mouth cover and uncover his manhood. She fondled his balls with one hand, and then focused all her attention on the head of his cock. Withdrawing to the very tip of the organ, she licked the rim again and again. He felt as though he were going to explode, when she drew him inside of her.
"I want some of this for myself," she said greedily. This was fine with him. He made the strokes fast and hard as he fucked her, feeling the titillation her tight cunt provided him with. He still held her breasts and he rubbed them almost viciously as his passion grew to a furious peak. Just before he came, he sensed the orgasm Linda knew, as the walls of her most secret passageway contracted about his penis. The motion of this heightened flame within the woman's tunnel made him stave off his own violent eruption so that she would come fully with him inside of her. And so, he enjoyed the fluttering of the very innermost penetration. She cried and twisted in his grip until, finally, a thin wail pierced the night as she thrashed wildly in sheer ecstasy. He could hold back no longer. With one final deep thrust to the very hilt of her womb, he came, shooting an enormous load into the very pit of her wet cunt. He fell against her roughly as they both panted from the extreme exertion.
In a few minutes, he rolled off of her and saw her smiling at him weakly. She sighed deeply. "Tommy, that was the best I've ever had." He grinned proudly at her, speaking to her in turn.
"Well, I had a little help, you know," he said gently. He let her embrace him warmly, then helped her to her feet. "We'd better find the others, now," he told her. "They're going to think we got lost or passed out or both." They dressed again in the scanty clothes that they had brought with them. Rounding the bend, they spotted Bird and Pearl waiting for them. The rest of their clothes were in a heap in front of them.
"Well, well, well," Bird addressed them. "We'd almost sent out for the Coast Guard. I see that you don't seem to need any help, though."
Tommy threw his jeans at him, in response. "Always the clown, aren't you Bird? It looks as though you didn't need any help yourself." Pearl and Bird looked at each other and laughed.
The four of them made their way back to where they had left Jim and Scott. They came upon the pair who, after finishing the bottle that Scott had brought, had passed out, oblivious to everything that had gone on about them. Tommy saw Linda staring at Scott in obvious disgust. She had good reason, the boy noted. For Scott was sprawled out on the ground, clutching the empty flask in one hand. By his face, a pool of vomit spread out, a few drops dribbled from his open mouth to his chin.
"Ugh!" Linda exclaimed. "And I'm supposed to go home with that mess?" She clung to Tommy's arm. Jim who was just coming around, shook his head and stared at the others, trying to focus his line of vision.
"Are we going home?" he managed groggily.
"Yeah," Bird said shortly. "Come on." He gave Jim a hand up and looked at Scott. "Boy, what a slob," he said in wonder. Then, to Linda, "How'd you ever get stuck with him?" She shrugged her shoulders, not bothering to answer. He turned to Jim, next. "Think you can manage him?"
"He's dirty," Jim said disgustedly. Bird nodded in agreement and, using the blanket, wiped away most of the mess.
"O.K.? " Bird asked.
"Yeah," Jim said reluctantly. He lifted Scott up underneath his armpits and slung him over a shoulder. The others followed his slow ascent to the cars.
"Scott's parked over there, but I can't drive a stick shift," Linda said in a worried voice.
"I'll drive his car," Tommy said confidently, "and you guys can follow me." They extracted the keys from Scott's pockets and Linda followed Tommy to Scott's car. The others rode in the other car, close behind. Linda directed them to Scott's house.
"Do you want to come home with me?" Tommy asked Linda who had nestled up against him.
"What about your parents?" she countered. "Don't they care?"
"They're not home," Tommy explained. "So it's all right."
"Sure," Linda said. They pulled up in front of Scott's house. The other car drove up alongside of them. Dragging Scott out of the car, Jim put him behind the wheel of his own car.
"Boy, is he going to wonder what happened to him, in the morning," Tommy said with a smile. The others laughed and climbed back in Tommy's car. "We've got to get you home before it's too late," Tommy addressed Pearl. He drove her quickly to her home and let her off. They all said good-bye, and Jim and Bird were taken home afterwards. Tommy pulled up to his own house, getting out with Linda.
"We'll have to be quiet," he warned her.
"But why?" she asked. "I thought that your parents weren't at home."
"There's a woman staying here," he answered evasively. "It's better if we don't wake her up."
Linda accepted this and followed him into the house. Quietly, they went into his room. Tommy noticed that Miss Evans had thoughtfully made the bed for him. She really was a good woman, he thought. He hoped she wouldn't mind Linda. The two fell asleep quickly, until the next morning when they awoke to the sound of a vacuum cleaner being run.
Linda yawned sleepily saying, "Is this woman the maid or something?"
"Something like that," Tommy said carefully. He watched Linda get up to peer out the door. She wore a t-shirt and the boy could see the bottom of her bare ass as she leaned out the door.
'Tommy," Linda said suddenly. "That woman's very attractive. She doesn't look like a maid, at all." She faced him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Who is she, really?" she demanded.
"My old lady thought I was having problems adjusting, so she hired this woman to straighten me out," Tommy said with a glint in his eye. Linda saw his expression.
"So did she straighten you out?" she asked suspiciously. She watched Tommy stretch his arms above his head. Noting with approval the bare chest of the boy and the tufts of hair at his armpits, Linda tried hard to remain interested in her own question. He looked so masculine, she thought with a thrill.
"I sort of straightened her out," Tommy said. "We're good friends, now." Linda walked back to him, conscious that he was ogling her long, lean legs.
"I think you laid her," Linda said. "Aren't I right?"
Tommy smiled at her and pulled her to him on the bed. He started to kiss her firmly to avoid being questioned any further. She responded although she wanted to know about Miss Evans.
"Does it matter?" he asked lazily, after he released her.
CHAPTER 5
Angelina busied herself cleaning the house. She knew that Tommy was back although she had not heard him come in last night. She wondered if she should make him breakfast or at least look in on him. She thought about the day before and smiled to herself. She had never been so happy and she only dreaded the end of the week, when Tommy's parents would come back to claim him. Maybe they could arrange something like weekly conference sessions. All this depended on Tommy, she knew. As she thought about the boy, she was more and more tempted to wake him up. Already she wanted him to make love to her again. She finished vacuuming downstairs and decided to wake him up, Going up the stairs, she heard a noise and realized that he was probably already up. She quickened her pace and knocked on his door. A scuffling noise came from inside the room and she puzzled over it. However, she heard Tommy speak.
"Come in. Is that you, Miss Evans?" he called. She thrilled to hear his deep voice and opened the door.
"Good morning, Tommy," she said, smiling at him. "I wondered if you wanted breakfast or anything."
"I'm not very hungry, right now, thanks," he replied. Angelina looked good to him. Perhaps...
She shut the door behind her and walked over to his bed. Reaching over, she tousled his rumpled hair. "I didn't hear you come in last night," she said carefully. She didn't want him to think that she had been waiting for his return.
As if he heard her thought, Tommy said, "I hope you didn't wait up for me, Miss Evans. I just went to a double feature with some friends and then out for something to eat." He knew this sounded weak, even as he said the words.
"What did you see?" Angelina asked him, interested.
His mind went blank. Damn it, he thought angrily, no more booze for me. I forgot the name of the picture," he said helplessly.
"You don't have to make up stories," Angelina said, hurt by his lack of confidence in her. "What do you think I'm going to do, tell your parents?" And then, in a softer tone, "I wouldn't do that after what happened yesterday." She traced a pattern on his bedspread, while Tommy squirmed. He knew that Linda, hiding under the bed, could hear every word of this conversation. Worse than that, he was getting turned on by Miss Evans again. Today, she was wearing a short skirt that hiked up when she sat. She sat down on the bed facing him and he tried valiantly to keep his eyes averted.
'Tommy, are you listening to me?" Angelina was saying. "I said you can tell me the truth." She leaned forward to meet his gaze and the blouse she wore gaped open at the front. He gave in and looked. The full breasts were restrained by a low-cut black brassiere that emphasized the whiteness of her skin. He longed to reach out and ... He sat up straight with a nervous start.
"Last night, me and my friends ripped off another house. We pocketed the money and then we went out for a ride on the beach. We met more of our friends, so we got drunk and fucked each other. That's why I got home so late," Tommy said wearily.
"Very funny," Angelina said. "All right, then, don't tell me what you really did. It doesn't matter." She reached out and laid her hand on his thigh. "I just missed you, that's all."
Tommy cringed as he heard Linda snort under the bed. Angelina jumped. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked her quickly.
"Was that you?" Angelina queried. "It almost sounded like something else. " She moved her hand further up his thigh.
Oh boy, thought Tommy. Now she's doing it. He felt a stirring at his crotch. He couldn't think of a polite way to say 'no' and, besides, he didn't want to say 'no'. What the hell, he thought.
Leaning forward, he undid the top button of her blouse. She scooted forward on the bed so that he had better access. Linda is really going to be mad, he thought. I hope she doesn't storm out of here. He unfastened several more buttons of the blouse and scooped up the full heavy breasts in his hands. The brassiere she wore really did little to contain them, he thought amusedly. The woman did not remain idle for a moment, he noticed, as she drew away the covers to get a better view. He had not bothered to wear anything to sleep in last night, so his awakening cock was in full view.
Angelina, glad that she had already begun to arouse him, placed her hand confidently around the base of his organ. She bent over him then, to concentrate fully on the part of Tommy which gave her so much pleasure. The boy leaned back to watch the show and Angelina swore to herself that he would certainly have something to applaud about.
She tongued the rising creature to a standing position, while Tommy leaned forward to fondle her breasts. The sight of her kneeling on the bed before him, also kindled the fire in the boy's loins. She looked so submissive, he was sure he could get her to do almost anything. Suddenly, he was struck by an appealing idea. He waited until her administrations had aroused his cock to its full stature. When she looked up at him with her eyes full of desire, he gestured for her to move aside. He helped her take her skirt off and, then, her blouse. She wore a black garter belt underneath the skirt. Tommy found to his surprise, that Miss Evans had not worn a pair of panties. He chuckled delightedly at her brazenness as he worked his fingers into the wiry red bush, while with his other hand he unhooked her brassiere. Her huge breasts bounced at this release and he found her cunt had begun to seep the hot secretions signaling her rising passion. Tommy laid Angelina back against the bed and seated himself upon her midriff. He cupped her breasts together and slid forward along her torso until his engorged member encountered the soft, yielding fullness of her bosom.
Now, he would test this new route! He inserted his cock between her cleavage which he still held firm in his hands and started to rub the stiff tool back and forth, enjoying the new friction the motion created. It was as if he were fucking the softest ass in the world. Miss Evans moaned beneath him as the bed rocked to and fro in time with the boy's manipulations. She reached around and clutched at his bare buttocks, steadying his motion.
It was at this point that Linda crawled out from underneath the bed. The sight which met her eyes shocked her, for while she knew that Tommy was fucking the housekeeper or whatever she was, she had never even imagined such a position, let alone seen it. Tommy noticed that Linda was watching them, but somehow, this only spurred him on. Miss Evans, her eyes tightly closed, remained oblivious to Linda's presence. Linda knew she could just walk out, but somehow, the sight turned her on. Perhaps the sight of Angelina clad only in her black garter belt and stockings awakened an unfulfilled desire in her young body. Or was it Tommy, astride another woman that filled her with lust? In any case she could not bear to stand by in passive observation. She climbed up on the bed behind Tommy and Angelina. Miss Evans had spread her legs and they were bent at the knees. She could see the dripping excitement between the woman's legs and her last thought before going down on Miss Evans was that she had never seen a red-haired pussy before. Linda dove in, leaving her thoughts far behind. She grasped the inner thighs of Angelina to part the outer lips to her opening. Putting her mouth upon the fleshy folds, she began to suck at the juices that now flowed more heavily than before. She nibbled daintily at her clitoris, hearing the woman gasp in return.
Angela was vaguely aware that someone else had joined in, but the exploring mouth only made her more susceptible to the increased sensations she felt from Tommy. She opened her mouth and began to bleat uncontrollably.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," she cried without realizing that it was her own voice that filled the room. Linda continued relentlessly, finding great satisfaction in giving another woman the enjoyment that she herself loved. It was almost as if she were being eaten, she was so aware of how each movement thrilled Angelina. The sweet creamy fluid poured forth, seemingly without end as she chewed upon the other woman's joy button.
Tommy's head was filled with the excitement of the entire scene. He could not believe that Linda not only was not angry, but was helping him. If he were not high on the nearing climax he was working up to, he would have enjoyed watching Linda give head to Miss Evans. He rode the squirming Angelina until he felt the great surge within his cock. The semen spewed out in one, long, hot gush spurting out over Angelina's face and chest. He lurched forward and fell to one side just as Linda looked up from Angelina's crotch.
The three of them lay still for a couple of minutes, until Miss Evans opened her eyes. She stared at Linda in shock and then, in utter disbelief. Knowing that she had never been touched by another woman in this way, she blushed for shame. But, she realized this girl had reached her in such a personal, knowing manner that not even Tommy could match.
Finally, she smiled. "My name's Angelina," she said shyly, waiting for the girl to speak.
"I'm Linda," she said, smiling back at her. "Have you ever had it from a woman before?" She saw Angelina shake her head. "How was it?" she asked.
"It was wonderful," Angelina responded. "It was like nothing else I've ever felt before." She realized that Linda probably was still feeling horny. Glancing at Tommy who watched them both, Miss Evans tried to disregard his presence. She had heard that men liked seeing women make love together, but she wasn't sure if that were really true. She wanted to show Linda how much she appreciated the girl's gesture.
"I'd like to make you feel good, too," Angelina told Linda. "If you want me to," she added hesitantly.
"Of course," Linda said warmly. "You're a very beautiful woman, you know."
Angelina smiled and moved over to Linda. Without knowing why, she kissed the girl on the mouth, and feeling somehow surprised to get a response, began to kiss her, French style. Tommy watched this interchange agog. Here was Miss Evans who would hardly allow him to touch her a couple of days ago, kissing his girlfriend in a most intimate way. He thrilled at the sight before him.
Linda began to stroke and squeeze Miss Evans' large, sloping breasts. Angelina answered this in kind, caressing the girl's smaller breasts gingerly at first, then more enthusiastically. She bent her head to suckle the small, pink nipple to erection. The two women sank to a reclining position, oblivious as
Tommy regarded them both in fascination.
Angelina let her hand glide along Linda's flat stomach, grazing the skin in a tantalizing manner. The girl leaned into Miss Evans' gentle touches, letting the woman explore the slender realm of her body. It made her feel important to know that this lovely creature was possessing her as the first female of her life. She smiled happily at Tommy over Angelina's shoulder, seeing that he, too, was affected by the scene before him. For the boy, unused to such a spectacle, already showed signs of another erection.
Her attention became diverted as Angelina's probing fingers entered her dampened cunt. The older woman was losing her inhibitions quickly. The moisture she encountered reassured her that Linda was receptive to every move she made. She lifted Linda's leg over her own to bare her hidden folds. Feeling the inner flesh that mirrored her own sensitivity, she massaged the warm tissues slowly, enjoying the tremors that this caused to course over Linda's body. Moving down, she slid her middle finger to the mouth of the entrance. Angelina penetrated the hole easily, wriggling her finger as she went. She was rewarded by Linda's moan. Thinking of a way to improve matters, she withdrew her finger and put her face to Linda's cunt. The girl opened her legs wide in anticipation as the tongue searched out the orifice. Finding it, the tongue penetrated as deeply as possible, again drawing a cry from Linda. Angelina decided that the girl beneath her was primed for the final stimulation. She transferred her mouth to the swollen clitoris and began to suck deeply using her whole mouth as a cup to titillate Linda's juicy flesh.
In the meantime, Tommy found being a bystander a real cause for agitation. His cock had grown thick and now stood upright. He could not stand by any longer. Miss Evans who had her back to him, was bent over Linda in such a manner that her fleshy buttocks swayed invitingly. With each movement Angelina made, the corpulent cheeks quivered as though in anticipation, even as the woman remained unaware of the effect this had on Tommy. Moving over to her backside, he caught the mounds of flesh in his hands to knead it fiercely. The resilient sponginess of the tissue intrigued him and suddenly he bit hard on one of the cheeks to leave a mark. Miss Evans made a convulsive movement and emitted a muffled groan. The pain excited her and she lifted her fanny higher to give Tommy full access. Holding his stiff member in one hand, he played the tip of it along the parted flesh. He teased the cunt by just barely nudging the sensitive, eager flesh. Prom clitoris to ass-hole, the erect cock nosed-and lightly probed to provoke Angelina into a frenzy. The tantalizing contact seemed to enhance the tactile input, and the woman could stand it no longer. Deep within her womb, she felt a triggering of orgasmic sensations, which hit her in electrifying waves of continuous shock. Her body pulsated in great shudders as she tried to maintain her hold upon Linda.
The added vibrations of Angelina's body upon Linda's was all that was needed to trigger the younger girl's climax. The two of them were moaning and twisting spasmodically under the unrelenting sensual assault. As the cries and movements began to subside, the boy rammed his blood-engorged penis right up Angelina's cunt from a rear entry. He butted against her repeated letting the friction build the mounting tension that grew in his loins. All at once Tommy could stand it no longer. The hot semen gushed forth from his cock to fill the woman's womb. She gave a final cry as the fluid washed inside her and fell forward on the bed next to Linda. Tommy gazed at the women lying supine before him. He grasped a wet cunt in each hand, asserting his right over both of them. They accepted this bold assertion of his with a smile at each other and the three of them lay together, bodily entwined, until they felt capable of leaving their hotbed of passion.
CHAPTER 6
After Tommy left to take Linda home, Angelina sat down to fill out the report that was required of a social worker every three days when assigned to a live-in case. She frowned as she read over the many questions, for most of them were simply not pertinent. It was difficult to believe that Tommy could be considered disturbed after all the time she spent with him. The form asked questions like: Does client exhibit any strange behavior? If so, explain in the space given below. Another question read: Describe your relationship with the client. This was certainly something that Angelina would have no trouble answering, if not for the kind of relationship she and Tommy enjoyed. She decided to try and answer as honestly as possible omitting, of course, certain incriminating facts. The Bureau considered anything beyond a clinical involvement unethical. To be sure, a romantic involvement was detrimental, but nothing had been mentioned about a strictly sexual alliance. Common sense told her that this would not be appreciated any more than romantic involvement. They had not known Tommy when they made up the rules, Angelina was certain.
The woman puzzled for quite a while about the 'Treatment' section of the report. After much deliberation, she finally wrote: Tried communication using this method.
She hoped the Bureau did not question what being on Tommy's level entailed. The last section was a summary of the patient's condition. She wrote that his antisocial behavior could be overcome if the boy were made to see the rewards in group activity. Smiling, she also added that when he decided to participate, he became an avid assistant in the ongoing activity.
Leaving the house, then, she set off to mail the letter. The nearest mailbox was at the grocery store which was a good half mile away, but she welcomed the chance since she had not been out of the house much.
When she arrived, the newsstands out in front of the store attracted her attention. I have been isolated almost completely, she realized with a start. She glanced at the headlines. The headline feature of the local paper described a recent robbery of a residence not too far away. Seeing the article triggered a warning in her mind, but she could not trace the source of this fleeting intuition. She bought a copy of the paper and tucked it under her arm to read later. Mailing the letter, she headed back to the Allan's house.
She expected Tommy to be there when she returned, but she was disappointed-he was still out. Sighing, she seated herself on the sofa and unfolded the newspaper. The feature story which had caught her eye again puzzled her, so she read the article from start to finish. Only once did the article trouble her. A line reading: "Young vandals are suspect, since a denim cap was recovered from the scene of the crime."
Angelina remembered, suddenly. Tommy kept a cap like that. She had seen him wearing it last night. A cold, sinking feeling seemed to settle in the pit of her stomach. She remembered more. This morning, when she asked him where he had been, he had told her that he and his friends "ripped off another house. Only then, she had not taken him seriously. She wondered about her course of action. Should she confront Tommy with what she suspected or ignore the whole mess and hope nothing would come of it? Her responsibility for the boy made her think that she should not let this go by unquestioned. Although she didn't think she could actually turn Tommy over to the authorities, at least she could warn or threaten him with exposure.
The latter, she realized, would never work. He could ruin her if he desired. All he had to do was open his mouth and her career, her reputation, and her self-esteem would be gone for quite a long time. If she warned him, however, having only his interests at stake, he could not possible resent her interference. Thus, she decided to ask Tommy directly about his involvement and try to work something out with him.
The sky was beginning to grow dark already, so Miss Evans prepared a small meal, hoping that the boy would show up in time to dine with her. She was not disappointed. Just as she sat down to eat by herself, the car pulled up in front of the garage. Tommy got out of the car by himself, carrying a large brown paper sack. Did he buy groceries, she wondered. She decided that that was not very-likely. More important, where did he get the money to buy things for himself? Mrs. Allan had told her-that he only received a small allowance.
Tommy greeted her cheerfully as he entered the house. He ran upstairs to put the bag away before coming down to join her. She could not help being pleased when she saw that he had changed shirts and combed his hair. However, this did not make the task ahead of her easier. Deciding to wait until after they finished eating, she began a light conversation.
"Did you have a good day today?" she asked.
"Yeah. I hung around Linda's for a few hours. She had a bunch of her friends over and we just sat around talking."
"I noticed you did some shopping," she said casually. He made no response to this feeler. "What did you buy?" she queried.
"I bought you a present," he told her. "I was going to keep it a secret, buy you saw me come in anyway."
"Oh," Angelina said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Thank-you, Tommy." She had no idea what he could possibly have bought her that came in a plain, brown bag.
"I went out for a walk today," she told the boy, next.
"Oh yeah?" he inquired politely. "What for?"
"Just to mail a letter," she answered feeling that he really was not interested. She decided to take the plunge. "By the way, Tommy, what happened to that nice cap you were wearing yesterday?"
The boy looked puzzled, now. "I don't know," he said truthfully. Suddenly, he looked troubled, but only for an instant. If she were not watching for such a signal, she would probably have missed the expression that crossed his face. . "I read an interesting article in the paper this afternoon," Anglina continued. "It was about a robbery at a man's home not too far from here."
"Oh yeah?" Tommy asked unsuspectingly. "What did it say?" he inquired with the first genuine interest he had shown since he came home.
"They suspected that young vandals were responsible for the crime," Angelina told him.
"How did they figure that out?" Tommy asked wonderingly.
"One of the robbers apparently left his hat behind," she said quietly.
Tommy's reaction was completely unexpected. He slapped his forehead in consternation. "Damn it! I am so stupid. How could I do a thing like that. I'll be lucky if the guys don't have me axed!"
Angelina stared at him open-mouthed. He didn't even bother to try and fool her. Did he have that much confidence that she would not betray him? She had not time to ponder over this question, for Tommy was in a state of anxiety.
"Shit," he mused. "How could I fuck up so badly?"
"Did you have your name written on the inside?" Angelina asked.
"Naw, I don't think so. The cops would have been over here long ago." He stopped. "I'm more worried about what my friends will do."
"Could you try to replace the cap?" Angelina suggested.
"It's not worth it. It's just that I should never have left it there in the first place. Bird's going to get on my case. He always says that we aren't careful enough. This just proves his point. I guess he's right. We'll have to lay low for a while, that's all," Tommy concluded.
"You boys shouldn't be doing things like that.
What would happen if you got caught?" Angelina queried.
"Nothing," Tommy said simply. "We're under-age, except for Jim. We'd get it erased off our records when we turned eighteen. Our parents would pay plenty to keep us out of juvenile homes, anyway. So what's the big deal?"
"Why can't you just earn money like others your age?" she asked him.
"Too boring," he answered. "It's so dead around here, that we need a little excitement."
"They're bound to catch up with you sooner or later if you don't stop," Angelina said worriedly.
"It's O.K. We're working on something else right now. We never stay on the same track too long. Gets old," he explained.
Angelina sighed. She could not seem to make Tommy understand why what he was doing was wrong. He had such reasonable answers for every challenge he could think of. How could she possibly change him for the better? She rose from her place and began to clear the table. Tommy got up and ran upstairs quickly. Angelina stayed downstairs, cleaning up after the dinner. Thinking about her conversation with Tommy, she realized that she could not control his urge to go against the mores of society. She did not believe that the boy was intrinsically corrupt, but she thought that others would believe only the worst about him. Was she only deceiving herself? Everything was straightened up now, so she went back to her room to think. No sooner had she shut the door when she heard Tommy coming down the stairs. She stayed where she was knowing that he would not hesitate to see her if he needed anything. Accordingly, a knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called out. Tommy opened the door. He smiled engagingly at her before speaking.
"Miss Evans," he began, "is it all right if I have some of my friends over here tonight? That way, you could keep an eye on me and I could have fun, too. It'd be just some of the guys." He stood waiting for her answer.
"I think that would be nice, Tommy. I'd like to meet some of your school friends," Angelina added. Perhaps she would finally understand some of the influences that made Tommy what he was, she thought to herself.
"They want to meet you too, Miss Evans," the boy told her. Upon seeing her look of suspicion, he quickly added, "Don't worry. I've only said good things about you. Anyway, they'll be here around ten tonight."
"Isn't that a little bit late?" Angelina asked him. "After all, even if you aren't attending classes this week, some of your friends must be."
"Naw, nothing ever happens until ten o'clock, anyway," he explained patiently. "It's always like that."
"All right," Angelina sighed. "But everybody's out of here by midnight. That's final." She felt she had to draw the line somewhere. After all, she had been left in charge.
"Oh sure," Tommy agreed readily. "We'll just play cards together or something. We won't be any trouble at all." He paused. "Well, I'll see you later, Miss Evans. There's some things I've gotta do before they get here." He smiled again and shut the door.
Well, Angelina thought. He's up to something, that's for sure. I've never seen him this polite before. She felt guilty. Maybe he's just trying to cooperate. She remembered that her training had stressed that trust was something that had to go both ways before a social worker could really help her patient. I'll see what happens if I leave this evening in Tommy's hands, she thought complacently. Then, I'll know where to go from there.
* * *
By this time it was almost nine o'clock and Angelina grew tired of reading quietly in her room. She put her book (The Latest Studies of Adolescent Aberrance) aside and decided to look in on Tommy. He had not made a sound in three hours, she noticed. What could he be doing?
The door to his room was closed. She knocked quietly. There was no answer. She tried again, harder, this time saying, "Tommy, are you in there?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Come in." She opened the door and found Tommy sitting on the floor with an array of unusual objects lying about him.
"Why, what is all this?" she queried. She bent to get a better view. She guessed the identity of one of the objects with a start. She looked up to see Tommy watching her closely, waiting for her reaction.
"How do you like my collection?" he asked her with a grin.
"I don't know what you need with all these things," she said, feeling embarrassed by the nature of the objects.
"I was just trying to decide which one you would like ... For the present I was telling you about. How about this one?" He held up the one she had recognized: a black vibrator in the shape of a male sex organ. "It even has several speeds." He demonstrated, turning a knob at the bottom which created a whirring moise that grew steadily louder as he moved the selector.
"Tommy!" she said indignantly. "How could you even imagine that I would want one of those?"
"Haven't you ever used one before?" he asked her slyly.
"Of course not! What do you take me for?" she said, ignoring his insinuating tone. "I don't need artificial stimulation," she said haughtily.
"How do you know you wouldn't like it if you've never tried one?" the boy queried. "I'd be willing to show you just how to use it. If you're interested, that is. If not, there's probably someone I know who would appreciate it." He said the last sentence as if she had deeply offended him by her refusal.
Angelina took a big breath. An article she had read had stated that to turn down an offer of generosity from a patient usually resulted in a withdrawal of the friendship that had been created. However, she was sure that the author did not have such an example in mind when he wrote. She scanned the other objects on the floor. By now, she could determine some of the intent for which they had been created. The long curved pieces without motors for vibration were dildoes. She gazed fascinated at the varied widths and lengths. There was a fine selection of condoms that she also noticed. These came in different colors and textures. The others were unrecognizable to her eyes. This was hopeless, she realized. She could not accept any of them and retain a shred of dignity. If she refused all of them, Tommy would probably regret that he had made an effort to please her.
"Well, Tommy," Angelina said slowly. "Since you recommend this one," she pointed at the loathsome object, "I'll take your advice."
"I knew you'd like it!" he said exuberantly. "Let me show you how to use it." He came towards her with it in his hand.
"No!" she exclaimed loudly. She realized how ungrateful she must sound. "I mean, can't you just explain it to me?"
"I can't explain. I think that would take the fun out of it. Come on," he finished eagerly.
"Your friends will be here soon," she said weakly.
"It won't take that long," Tommy told her impishly. "In fact, that's the whole purpose of a vibrator. Anyone can achieve orgasm in five minutes or less. Just lift up your skirt and I'll show you how it works."
By this time, Angelina was growing excited at the thought of the boy manipulating her with the long, pointed object. Tempted, she tried to throw off her feelings of weakness. "I don't think I want to, Tommy," she said pleadingly. "It's too embarrassing," she admitted.
"I think you want to," he told her after scrutinizing her carefully. "Sit down here," he gestured at the bed. "It's all right." He wished she weren't quite so hard to convince every time he wanted to try something different. Most girls he knew would jump at the chance. In fact, by this time they would already be turned on by the thought. She did look a little flushed. He got up off the floor and took her by the hand. "Angelina," the boy crooned. It was the first time he had ever called her by her first name. Perhaps it was this trick that finally persuaded her. He led her over to the bed and knelt before her. He coaxed her to open her knees to him, and he slid her panties off with her assistance. Pushing her skirt up to her waist, Tommy made her sit with her buttocks against the bedspread.
"This won't hurt, will it," she asked him anxiously.
"Naw, this is going to feel really good," he reassured her. Peering up, he could see that she was already excited, for between her legs, he detected a moistness that encouraged him. "Why don't you lean back?" he suggested. "You don't have to watch. Maybe it will easier just feeling."
"All right," she agreed, readily. Her voice shook, just a trifle. He turned the knob to the first setting and noticed that the inside of her thighs tensed at the sound. He touched the tip of the instrument to one thigh, moving it slightly forward and then back again. He had an idea! He would try speaking to her while he was using the vibrator. That might really be a turn on for her.
"Remember the first time I had you?" he began softly. "You acted like you really didn't want it, but I knew you were aching for it." He caressed the inside of her thigh with the vibrator moving more towards the warm, waiting flesh. "You can always tell when a bitch really wants it," he continued in the same soft voice. "It's something you can see the first time that you lay eyes on her, if you know what to look for." He switched the vibrator to the next highest setting. "When I saw your ass waving at me, I knew that not only did you want it, but that you needed it at that very moment. Remember when I snuck up behind you and copped a feel? You were already wet just imagining the treat you were about to get." Here, Tommy began to caress the outer lips of her cunt with the blunt nose of the instrument. She squirmed in response to its investigation. "I had to get under all those clothes you were wearing, to get to that throbing pussy you were hiding from me. Pussy wanted it, but Miss Evans knew she shouldn't get caught with her panties down." He heard her giggle appreciatively. She was really getting hot, he knew. Then, he flipped the knob to the highest speed. "You didn't know then, that what Pussy wants, Pussy gets. So, I took out my knife, and I cut your panties all off." He suddenly thrust the vibrator at the opening that leaked out those love juices so obligingly. She jumped with a gasp. He swiveled the vibrator in such a way that it began to burrow its head inside. "If I had known you better, I would have tried all sorts of nasty things out. You would have liked that, I know." He moved the vibrator up and held it relentlessly against her clitoris. Her hips began to pivot about the demanding probe. "You want all those nasty things don't you? Do you know why? Because you are really a very bad little girl." She contained herself no longer.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" she squealed like a stuck pig. "Fuck me. Make it fuck me. I want it. Yes!" Her entire body rocked uncontrollably. Suddenly, her voice jumped an octave higher. "E c-c-c-c-c-c-c!"
Angelina cried in utter ecstasy. Tommy felt awed by the orgasm she must have felt. He moved the vibrator up and back as her cries continued. She drew her heels up against her buttocks and parted her thighs to their fullest extent, as her back arched lifting her buttocks right off the bed. He kept the instrument at the dripping cunt, although he was getting a little nervous at the sight of her extreme excitation. She continued to alternately cry out and moan as the tremendous massage persisted. Finally, Tommy drew the vibrator away and watched her sink back to earth breathing exhaustedly from the extended climax.
"Well," Tommy demanded eagerly. "What did you think? Didn't I tell you this would be a gas?" Angelina waved him off.
"L-let me ... c-catch my ... breath?" she managed. He laughed triumphantly. Angelina propped herself up on her elbows, looking happily fatigued.
"You look pooped," Tommy said expressively. "Maybe I should have eased up sooner."
"I'm all right. But that was earth-shaking! I don't think I could handle too many of those." They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "I've got to go," Angelina gasped.
"Aren't you going to meet my friends?" Tommy asked.
"Not like this, I'm not," she told him firmly. "I'll meet them later. You'd better answer the door." She left the room quickly, running back to snatch up the discarded panties with a grimace.
Tommy laughed and went down to bring his friends up. He opened the door for them and greeted Bird, Jim and Scott. Wondering why they had brought Scott with them, the boy let them in, noting that they seemed to be nervous about something.
Td like to speak to you," Scott addressed Tommy belligerently.
"Let's sit down, first," Tommy replied calmly. He thought he knew why Scott was upset. After they were seated, Scott went right back to the point again.
"It's about Linda," he began angrily. "She was my girl the night we were at the beach, and now she won't even talk to me. I think you fucked her behind my back, didn't you?"
"Why no," Tommy lied smoothly. "Did she try to tell you that?" He knew his friends would never have told Scott.
"Not exactly," Scott admitted. "But I went to her house early the next morning and she wasn't there. I think I know where she was."
"You mean you think she came back here with me?" the boy asked incredulously.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I think," Scott said with a threatening glower. "Your parents are gone, aren't they?"
"Yeah," Tommy said. "So what? I'm not the only one staying here. They're paying a lady to stay around the house in case I need anything. She's living here. Do you think I would have broads around when she's here? All she has to do is tell my old man and I've had it. For good." Scott looked almost convinced.
"Where is this lady, then?" he asked. As if on cue, Angelina came out from her room.
"What's going on out here?" she inquired.
"I'd like you to meet Miss Evans," Tommy said to Scott, in particular. "This is Scott, Bird, and Jim."
"Hello boys," she greeted them. "Would you like some lemonade?" Seeing them shake their heads, she said, "Well, I won't disturb you. I'll be in the TV room if you need anything." She walked off, well aware that Tommy had needed this support.
"And she doesn't miss a thing," Tommy said when she was out of range of hearing. He caught Bird's long wink, but did not visibly react. Scott relaxed and began to look sheepish.
"I guess I sort of jumped the gun. Maybe Linda was just pissed off because I drank too much." Scott got up to leave, and Tommy accompanied him to the door.
"Hey sport," he said, clapping on the shoulder. "Take it easy on the bottle. It's murder on the old sex life."
"Yeah," said Scott ruefully. "See ya around." He left quickly.
"Boy, Tommy," Jim said admiringly. "You sure got yourself out of that one. He was mad enough to kill. You had us all worried."
"No sweat, man," Tommy said calmly. "All you have to remember is to stay cool. That works, if anything will."
"What about that stuff you told us about?" Bird demanded impatiently. "Where is it?"
"It's upstairs. What's your hurry?" Tommy asked him.
"That's what we came here for, that's all," Bird replied.
"Yeah, I want to see it, too," said Jim eagerly.
"O.K., O.K., " said Tommy. "Just follow me." On their way upstairs, Bird mentioned Angelina.
"That lady sure is a good-looking broad. I wouldn't throw her out of bed."
"I don't," was Tommy's smooth rejoinder.
"You're putting me on," Bird said. "When have you had her in bed?"
"Whenever I want her," Tommy answered.
"I don't believe you," Bird told him. "You're lying. Either that or you're crazy. Why would she go for you?"
"She-likes me. I make her feel good."
They reached his room. Tommy's bed was rumpled where Angelina had tossed about and the vibrator was apart from the other items. Bird went over to it and picked it up. He felt the end of it.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "What's all this crap?" He turned to Tommy. "Don't tell me..."
"Yeah," Tommy said. "Right here, not too long ago." He smiled. "It's a present," he exclaimed. "We just gave it a test run. And boy, does it work!"
Bird was impressed. "Do you have any more of-these?" he asked.
"Yeah," Tommy replied. "But this one's a different model. Only one speed." He showed Bird the smaller white vibrator. "It should work, though."
"How much do you want for it?" Bird asked, interested.
"For you, a mere six bucks," Tommy told him generously.
"I'll take it. Hey how come you told us about Miss Evans? Doesn't she mind if we know about her and you?" Bird said.
"Well, she's got one on me," Tommy said cautiously. "She knows we ripped off the Forrester place."
"What?" Bird cried in a tone of outrage. "Don't tell me you told her."
"Are you kidding? She figured it out from reading the paper. She knows I got home really late that night and, besides, I lost that cap over there. That's what really clued her in. It's O.K., though. She won't say a word," Tommy assured him.
"I don't like it," Bird complained. "How can you be so sure?"
Tommy went to the door of his room. "Miss Evans," he called. "Miss Evans?"
Angelina heard him above the noise of the television set. What can he want, she wondered as she rose. She went up the stairs quickly.
"Yes?" she asked. "What is it?" She noticed Jim holding the vibrator, still holding it curiously, in close inspection. She flushed deeply. Bird and Tommy followed her glance and read it correctly.
"You know anything about Old Man Forrester's place?" Tommy asked her significantly. He noticed that suddenly, she looked furious.
"No," said Angelina after a few seconds. "But if you're trying to blackmail me, this was really a cheap shot."
"Oh, no," Bird spoke up. "Jim and I were just worried that you might know something that isn't general knowledge."
"This goes two ways, doesn't it?" she said resentfully. "I don't know what you're worried about."
"Oh, we wouldn't say anything about you, Miss Evans. It's too bad Tommy doesn't feel that way, though," Bird told her.
"I agree," she said looking narrowly at Tommy.
"I can see why he would want to," Bird added. "Anyone can see that you would be something to brag about." Tommy was beginning to squirm. This was something he had not counted on. What the hell was Bird trying to do anyway? Angelina began to feel confused as well. The boy, she could see, meant well, but she thought she detected more than concern for her own welfare. Jim just watched the proceedings. He, too, thought that Miss Evans was a fine looker. Noting the ill-concealed curves, he felt envy for Tommy who didn't even deserve such a nice lady.
"Well," said Angelina briskly. "Now that you're all relieved, I'm going back downstairs."
"Don't leave," Bird pleaded. "We like you. We want to stay around." Angelina felt flattered, but suddenly suspicious as Bird patted her on the shoulder. What could she possibly contribute to their conversation? At least, while she was still here, she thought to herself.
"It's O.K., " Tommy told her. "You can tell the Bureau that you won our complete acceptance."
"Well, for a short while, then," Angelina compromised. She sat on Tommy's bed to listen. Bird sat down next to her and smiled engagingly. Oh no, she thought to herself. Not another Tommy! But things went smoothly. The boys discussed the merchandise in front of them, without seeming to be inhibited by Miss Evans' presence. She found their conversation entertaining and several times joined in with them. When the discussion came around to the dildoes, Tommy had a hard time talking Bird and Jim into seeing their value.
"Tell me, Miss Evans," Bird inquired. "Can you honestly see anyone deriving any pleasure from something this simple?" He held up a model for inspection. It looked surprisingly life-like, with all the grooves carved in right places.
"I don't know," Angelina said truthfully. "At least I've never used one." They all laughed at this with her.
"I'm not buying anything that's not tried and true," Bird declared. "Unless, of course, you could go try it out and come back and tell me that it works."
"Why would I have to go away to try it?" Angelina asked playfully.
"Because you would never, in a million years, use it in front of us," Tommy answered with a superior grin.
"Oh no?" Angelina answered teasingly. "If the pirce was right I might."
"What are you asking?" Bird said. Jim sat up straight on his place on the floor.
"How about that you never rip off another place?" she said. "That should be a tough decision."
"O.K., " said Bird eagerly.
"Me too," Jim said, not wanting to be left out.
"Wait a minute," said Tommy. "It's not worth it."
"Then you can leave," Angelina told him. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"I don't believe it," was all he could say.
"Get lost fo a while," Bird told Tommy.
"How would I know that she'd really be doing it?" he asked.
"You wouldn't," Angelina said smugly.
"All right. I'll do it. I think you're bluffing, though. If you can do that, I guess we can quit ripping off houses," he finished weakly. Angelina picked up the embellished dildo in her hand. The others gaped unbelievingly. She felt, for the first time since she arrived, that she finally was in control. At what a price, she could not help thinking, before she began the show.
Rising, she walked over to a chair and pulled it in front of them. She reached beneath her skirt and pulled off the panties she wore. Tommy she noticed, was still looking at her with utter incredulity. Fll show him, she thought. She raised her skirt to her waist and listened to Bird's and Jim's gasp. This was easier than she had thought. Angelina hooked one leg over the arm of the chair, so as not to cheat them of the spectacle they were to pay so dearly for.
She fingered the dildo experimentally, examining the hard rubber surface that gave just slightly under pressure. It was quite large in circumference and she knew that she would have to work it in slowly. Lowering the toy to her crotch, she began to stroke it against her bush, where the outer lips still hid the moist tissues. A surge of excitement rushed through her as she glanced at the captive audience that remained completely silent before her. As she stroked, the part which enclosed her clitoris among the inner folds gave gently. The tip of the dildo slid in easily. She played the instrument back and forth, enjoying the friction. Bird moved in closer and she looked up at him to see the rapt attention which absorbed him. Angelina moved the tip down further and inserted it ever so slightly at the base of her cunt. Yes, it would fit in eventually, she was certain.
The tip found the creamy fluid that would later help ease its way and distributed it about, creating a slick surface throughout. She moved forward in the chair and hooked her dangling leg over the other arm of the chair, but kept her weight shifted to one side. She played the dildo back to the waiting button which now protruded slightly due to the stimulation it received. Using a circular motion, Angelina rubbed the dampened box, steadily urged on by the group of boys that sat before her. Once in a while, she could hear them saying something to one another, but she was oblivious to what they were actually talking about.
"I just don't believe she's doing this," Tommy said to Bird. "She's never been able to do anything on her own. I've always had to coax her to do anything, especially if it's something she's never tried before."
"Shut up," said Bird. "I'm trying to watch. Look at that box! I've never seen one with red hair before."
"In the magazines," Jim said. "Only in the magazines. There was this one broad who had red hair on her cunt, but it wasn't very bright. Not like that. She has a small cunt, doesn't she, Tommy?" he asked curiously.
"Naw," he said, glad that he could still contribute something about Angelina that he knew. "She's just waiting until the dildo fits in real nicely. This is just the show."
Show or not, the others did not seem to mind the slow, easy strokes with which she frigged herself. Angelina was beginning to enjoy the sensations less self-consciously. She closer her eyes with a half-smile upon her lips, sliding down still further in her chair. By this time, she was able to glide the first few inches into the receiving orifice, which was already gaping open slightly in anticipation of the deep plunge. As the first section of the toy disappeared, Angelina gave a long sigh. For once, she controlled the penetration at her own leisure. Rolling her hips a bit, she allowed the next few inches to work their way in slowly before the eyes of her observers. Jim was having difficulty keeping still. His eyes were glued trance-like to the grinding movement right before him, not four feet away. He felt an erection sear his organ and now and then, his hand strayed as if to hide the growing bulge. Bird and Tommy were not much better off. They both tried to assume an air of nonchalance, although they felt the same lust gripping them.
"M-m-m-m-m," Angelina murmured as the last of the dildo slipped in to be buried in her cunt. She began to gyrate about the long instrument moving the entire lower half of her body to brace herself against the deep-seated probing. Jim licked his lips and leaned forward to examine the movements she used to stimulate herself.
Suddenly, the woman began to moan in a series of staccato bursts as the imbedded toy took its effect. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" she cried as she wriggled about on her ass ecstatically. Jim was beside himself. It did not seem fair that this blunt object could provide for her all the stimulation necessary.
"Miss Evans," he said without meaning to say anything.
"Shut up," the others hissed at him. "Get back!"
Angelina seemed unaware of the commotion she was creating. In fact, she heard Jim's call and it spurred her on to a greater height.
"Ah-h-h-h!" she exclaimed still revolving about the passive instrument. Soon, however, the self-induced climax faded away gently as it had come. She looked up slyly at the boys who looked relieved at this easing off of the strain they also had endured.
"Does that answer your question about this little gadget?" she said coyly. She swung her legs back down and smoothed her skirt over her thighs.
"Yeah," Bird said without hesitation. "It sure does. I'll take one of those, Tommy. Now that I know they work."
"I don't like them," Jim said quickly. Angelina turned to look at him.
"Why not?" she asked genuinely puzzled by his response.
"He's jealous," Tommy laughed. "He doesn't think it's fair that a toy should get that much attention." Jim threw him a dirty look, until the boy stopped.
"Well," Angelina said to console Jim, "if it makes you feel better, I'll admit that it doesn't match up to the real thing. It helped that I had an avid audience. That was probably half the thrill," she finished.
"Why don't you get the real thing?" Jim asked innocently enough. "You wouldn't have to look far."
"I wouldn't know who to pick," she said teasingly. "Someone would feel left out, I'm sure."
"How would you feel about all three of us?" Bird ventured boldly. "I know we're all up to it."
"I think three on one would be an unfair advantage," Angelina said judiciously. This was going further than she felt comfortable about. Suppose they all decided that's exactly what they wanted? She would be a physical wreck, she was sure. She caught Tommy looking at him with a glint in his eye. He was still put out at being second-guessed, she knew.
"She's afraid," he taunted, knowingly.
"I am not," she said hotly. Then realizing what he was trying to do, she added, "Don't try reverse psychology on me. That's my job." She smiled sweetly at him.
"No," he protested, trying to look sincere. "I really think you're afraid."
"Look," she replied bluntly, "I think I proved to all of you that I'm not afraid. If I wanted to, I would."
"Then why don't you?" Tommy goaded her. "It's always easier to deal with yourself than with others." They all looked at her waiting for her reply.
"It's a good deal," Tommy added.
"For who?" Angelina rejoined quickly.
"For you," Bird answered. "Just think of all the attention you'd be getting. Three admirers at once!"
"Something like a gang bang?" she said disparagingly.
"Almost, but without any unpleasantness," Bird continued eagerly. "You'd probably get into it." Angelina felt pressured. Why did things always get out of control? Just when she thought that she had finally gained the upper hand. She wavered visibly. The three boys hovered, waiting for her word.
"I just don't know," was all she could manage. "Isn't too much sex bad for you?" This was her mistake.
"How can you have too much sex?" Tommy crowed. "That's about as hard to do as getting too much money." The others laughed with him.
"Well," Angelina sighed, "If it gets to be too much for me, can I call a halt to it?"
"Sure," they all said generously. "Any time."
Bird moved to her side. He held out his hand for her to accept. Angelina reluctantly gave it to him. The boy pulled her to her feet towards the bed. He embraced her warmly as she stood before him and she returned the response more heartily than she meant to. Tommy moved to her other side and began to unbutton her blouse. Jim, who could not quite believe that this was actually happening, just stood and watched open-mouthed. The two boys stripped her quickly and then undressed themselves. They laid her down on the bed on her back, beginning the long procedure.
Tommy kissed her mouth, throat, and shoulders, while Bird massaged her breasts. He kneaded them carefully in his hands, marveling at their fullness. Tweaking the nipples of one, he put his mouth to the other and began sucking eagerly at the wine-colored nipple. Jim finally came out of his trance to stroke her thighs gingerly with light caresses that tickled Angelina. He grew bolder, working his way up to her cunt, slowly, still not believing that he could do what he wanted. Angelina loved the multiple attentions her body received. She freed a hand to pump Tommy's cock for him, although he already possessed a terrific hard-on. He moaned and tried to angle his lower torso at her face. Managing to get within reach of her mouth, he watched her take it in, feeling with delight the full lips that eagerly closed around it. She sucked readily, greedily, even, at the organ she knew so well. It swelled dangerously under her rousing administrations.
By now, Jim reached her cunt and played with the already lubricated folds that gaped beneath him. He had never given head to a woman before. He had always been afraid that he could not do it quite right, that a woman would only laugh and push him away. However, he felt fairly confident that even if he botched it, she might not notice since the other two were occupying so much of her concentration. And so, putting his face to her cunt, he licked at the juices, surprised at the musky sweet-sour taste that the juices contained. Then, to his astonishment, he heard the woman moan in a muffled tone, spreading her legs to fully receive his tongue. Greatly encouraged, he began to suck her off for all he was worth, proud to find that he could give a woman pleasure in this manner.
Meanwhile, Tommy was about to blow his wad. The pulsating motions of Angelina's mouth around his cock titillated him beyond measure. He thrust his huge member down her throat, groaning under the strain of the pressure that kept building, building to an unbearable height, until just as he thought he could stand it no longer, the hot flow poured out in a great stream which she gulped up hungrily as if she were dying of thirst for the semen that the great penis fed her. Tommy fell back against the bed and surveyed the work of the other two upon Angelina's body. He saw Bird working over the nipples which stood erect under the biting, nipping stimulation he provided. Jim's head bobbed frantically between her outstretched legs, causing the violent, humping motion of her pelvis. He remembered ass-fucking Miss Evans, so he rose to fetch the lubricant from his night-stand. Nudging Bird, he shoved the tube at him.
Bird smiled in appreciation at this gesture and took the tube eagerly, needing to ask no questions. He bumped Jim, signaling his plan to him with his hands. Jim lifted Angelina off the bed and pulled her towards him. Raising her off the ground, he entered her eager cunt. She wrapped her legs about his torso, so that her ass splayed out invitingly to Bird, who stood behind her. He smeared the jelly liberally over a finger and inserted it into her ass-hole. When he was certain that the opening was well-greased, he eased his slender tool inside. Bird's cock was much better suited for ass-fucking, since, unlike Tommy's, it was long and skinny unless, of course, he received a blow job. Her anus, then, provided a much more closely fitting casing than most women's boxes. Only Pearl had ever let him ass-fuck her before, and he knew she did not really enjoy the feeling. Angelina, however was a different story. She could not believe the sensations to be had being fucked front and back, simultaneously. They worked her over well, making a great team together, building a rhythm that made her wild from the the effect.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she screamed, giving release to the pleasure that mounted within her. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" Her screams goaded Bird on and he shoved his blood-engorged penis faster and faster, reaching a furious rate. Jim also moved accordingly, whacking her cunt with his stiff rod in time to Bird's thrusts. This continued until Angelina finally began to make noises that were purely animalistic in nature, so incoherent were they.
Bird was about to shoot his load himself, and as he felt the spasms that gripped Miss Evans in the throes of orgasm, he let it be released with the enthusiasm of a man who finally got it in exactly the way he loved it best. He withdrew reluctantly, seeing the sperm oozing out of Angelina's rectum.
Although Jim had not yet come, he released Miss Evans, too. He feared that by now she would be totally spent. The woman was exhausted, but she noticed that Jim's cock was still huge and hard. She guessed correctly, that he was the type who had difficulty coming when there were any distractions. Taking pity on him, and remembering his going down on her, she knelt before him, although she just wanted to collapse. Angelina took the head of his enormous member in her mouth and began to suck vigorously. Now Jim started to moan receiving her sole attention. Grasping his massive buttocks with her hands, she began to take in the cock as if she would swallow it. Bird and Tommy just watched in amazement. Her capacity for giving pleasure astonished them, although they could not see why she made a special effort for Jim. He always appreciated what little he got and just fucking Miss Evans would have been plenty of satisfaction for him. As it was, Jim experienced an ecstasy from having a woman actually go down on him. He had never been able to convince any of his girlfriends to perform such a service for him and he had previously contented himself with just plain fucking.
Angelina took her time with him, taking the penis out to lick it all around the rim where the most intense sensations were to be extracted. Placing his hands in back of her head, he groaned loudly wallowing in this excess of stimulation. He felt ready to come finally and the climax hit him like a sledgehammer at his groin.
"Ah-h-h-h!" he sighed as the white come surged forth in a sudden rush. Angelina managed to drink it all up, except for a few drops which collected around her mouth. When he was finished, she let her tongue collect the stray liquid, looking like a cat after it has drank milk from a saucer.
The four of them lay strewn about the room where they had fallen. It was after midnight, already, and they all were utterly exhausted. They all looked at each other happily, for the experience had fused a new bond of camaraderie between them.
"This sure beats ripping off a house," Bird said, finally. That had, in fact, been their plans for the rest of the evening. None of the boys felt any inclination to do anything quite so energetic. Angelina felt that she had finally accomplished something tangible in the way of correcting Tommy's lifestyle. Not only that, but she had also gained the respect of these three young hoods. Perhaps now they would heed what she said as they had accepted her as an equal. She noticed that Jim was staring at her with an expression of utter adoration upon his face. He looked positively star struck, she thought amusedly.
"Hell, I'm ready to crash," Tommy said wearily. "Are you guys going to split, or are you going to hang around here all night?"
"We're leaving," Bird said reluctantly. "Hey, are you coming to school tomorrow, Tommy?"
Tommy started to shake his head, but Angelina caught his eye with a stern look. "Maybe," he said sullenly. "Are they still running around for all that Spirit Week shit?"
"Yeah," said Bird. "It's pretty good, though. Tomorrow is the ice-cream eating contest. I'm going to be in it. All the ice-cream I can eat, for free."
Tommy snorted. "Jim could eat twice as much as you in half the time."
"I don't want to win," Bird explained patiently. "I just want to eat."
"I guess that would be O.K., " Tommy admitted. "Are you going to be in it, too?" he asked Jim.
"Sure," Jim said. "I like ice cream." Angelina smiled at this discussion. They acted like boys sometimes, after all.
"What are you smiling about?" Tommy demanded upon seeing her expression. "Is something funny?"
"Oh no," said Angelina. I was just wondering if you are going to eat ice cream with the rest of them."
If they're going to, then I guess I can," he said belligerently. "They're my buddies aren't they?" Angelina nodded. So! Tommy was going back to school tomorrow of his own volition. Maybe she was getting somewhere. She could hardly wait to fill out the next progress report. Would she ever be able to tell of her accomplishments! She decided right there that the project was not a total loss. Maybe she could get another sixteen-year-old if she requested it. She remembered at the Bureau that the officials considered male adolescents the most difficult cases to deal with. For some reason, they had observed, women generally succeeded here where the men failed. Well, she thought proudly, she knew why.
"Why don't you boys get some sleep, since you have to get up early tomorrow?" she suggested. They all agreed and Bird and Jim left after saying good-bye. She noticed again that Jim gave her a long, lingering glance before he left.
"Jim's got the hots for you," Tommy observed, when the boys were gone. "You were sure good to him."
"Oh, everyone needs some loving," she told him lightly.
"Especially when it's good for your head," he smirked.
"Very funny," she observed dryly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous or something."
"Oh sure," Tommy scoffed. "We all got what we wanted." He was, in fact, feeling put out that now he had to share his Miss Evans with his friends. Angelina sensed this.
"Tommy," she said, putting her arm around his waist. "You're still my favorite." He brightened at this.
"Just make sure it stays that way," he said gruffly. "I want to go to sleep."
"All right," she said. "Do you want me to wake you up?"
"Naw, I'll get up in time," he replied. "Good night, Angelina."
"Good night, Tommy," she replied. He really was a sweet boy, she thought fondly. Going to her own room, she climbed into her bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER 7
Angelina woke to the sound of the telephone ringing insistently until she rose to answer. She picked up the receiver and said 'hello' in a faint voice. The operator came on over the end of the line.
"Long distance from a Mrs. Allen. Will you accept the charges?" she asked in a typically nasal voice.
"Oh yes," Angelina said hastily. She suddenly felt wide awake.
"Miss Evans?" she heard on the end of the line. "Is that you Miss Evans?" Who else? she thought wryly.
"Yes, Mrs. Allan. How are you?" she inquired politely.
"Oh we're doing just fine. I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you earlier," she apologized. "But Harry and I have been having such a good time. The days are just flying by."
"That's all right, Mrs. Allan," Angelina told her feeling a little impatient with the woman, just the same. No wonder the boy felt neglected.
"Where's Tommy?" his mother asked.
"At school, Mrs. Allan. It's Spirit Week. All of his friends are getting involved with the activities." There, thought Angelina. That should hold her off.
"How nice!" she exclaimed. "And I always had so much trouble trying to get him to become interested. You must be a regular miracle-worker, Miss Evans," Mrs. Allan told Angelina. Angelina decided to ignore this obvious piece of flattery.
"Tommy seems to be getting along just fine. When shall we expect you back, Mrs. Allan?" Angelina asked her.
"Let's see. What day is this? Thursday? Thank-you, Harry. I think we'll be flying in Sunday." She giggled suddenly. "Harry wants me to ask you if Tommy's given you any problems directly. I told him that you were attractive and he thinks the boy might create a few problems for you."
"If anything, it's helped me deal with him," Angelina said, feeling more annoyed than ever. His parents sounded strange to her. It's a wonder he turned out as normal as he did with influences like this around.
"Is there anything else you need to ask me, then?" Mrs. Allan inquired.
"No, I don't think so," Angelina replied. "If I think of anything, I'll call you back."
"Good-bye, then, Miss Evans. Harry says 'goodbye,' too," she added.
"Good-bye Mrs. Allan," Angelina replied and hung up the phone. The woman was simply ridiculous! How could they expect to raise a child decently when they seemed so irresponsible? This was too much. Tommy had never even mentioned his parents to her and now she realized that the omission was an obvious one. For the rest of her stay, she would try to be particularly nice to the boy. That was all he really needed.
She sat down to fill out the second progress report. This would be enjoyable, she thought. At least she had something to report this time. Angelina wrote industriously for almost two hours. Feeling very satisfied, she again left the house to mail the report. The walk took her an hour because she took her time wandering down a less direct route. When she got back to the house, Angelina realized that she had the entire afternoon left to herself. She hoped to see Tommy's friends more often after this. Perhaps one reason she enjoyed their company so much was because her own childhood friends had been so well-mannered-very boring, once she remembered them.
At the Priory, her closest friend, Sister Lucy, had been no saint'. Maybe she had sensed this when she sought out her friendship. In any case, she should have kept in touch, and doubtlessly, she would have if not for that one memorable night. Angelina sighed. She had understood so little, then. What a lot she had learned since then. Her thoughts were broken by the telephone which began to ring again. I hope it's not the Allans again, she thought. She was tempted not to answer the phone. Knowing that it might possibly be important, she went to answer. A friendly familiar voice greeted her.
"Miss Evans?" a woman's voice asked.
"This is she," Angelina replied.
"Hi Angelina. This is Linda. 'Member?" she said. Linda! thought Angelina. She had forgotten all about her even though ... was it only yesterday?
"Hi Linda. How have you been?" she inquired.
"Fine. I'd like to see you again," Linda said. "I liked you and I want to know you better. Have you had lunch yet?"
"Not yet," Angelina replied.
"Would you like to meet me somewhere?" she asked. "How about at Charley's? They have good lunches."
"That sounds good. I was wondering what I was going to do this afternoon anyway. How about in half an hour?" Angelina suggested.
"Great," Linda responded. "See you later." She hung up.
Angelina replaced the receiver puzzled. Did Linda want to be her friend? she wondered. Or her lover? She would have to wait and see. Angelina hoped it was the former. Otherwise, things could get really complicated. She knew that Charley's was an expensive restaurant, so she changed into a nice blue dress, one that was suitable for luncheons. She had to leave the house right away, for the restaurant was half a mile from the house. I certainly am getting plenty of exercise, thought Angelina. Between the sex and all this walking. She set out for the restaurant, then, walking at a brisk pace. Reaching the restaurant with time to spare, she went inside and ordered herself a gin and tonic. She settled into a bar stool to wait for Linda. The restaurant was dark inside which encouraged intimate conversation, she supposed. Just as a businessman started to approach with a glass in his hand, Linda walked in the restaurant. She hurriedly brushed past the man, murmuring "Excuse me, sir," and sat down next to Angelina. He looked surprised, but shrugged and returned to his seat.
"Let's get a table," Linda suggested after they had exchanged hellos. That was fine with Angelina so she followed Linda to the dining section. Angelina noticed that Linda was also wearing a dress, although hers was cut rather short compared to her own. When they were seated, a waitress brought them menus and they ordered. Then, they began to talk.
"Why are you staying at Tommy's house?" Linda wanted to know. Angelina explained her position with the Bureau. Then, Linda asked how she had gotten involved with Tommy, saying that their relationship seemed rather incongruous to her. Angelina briefly described the first encounter she had had with Tommy. Linda listened fascinated by the story Angelina had to tell.
"But why a sixteen-year-old boy?" Linda wanted to know.
"You didn't think that was too young for you," Angelina reminded her gently.
"I know, but I was really stoned that night," Linda said casually. "I would have fucked anything on two legs that night." Seeing Angelina's shocked expression, she laughed. "I know that sounds crude, but it's the truth." They both fell silent as the waitress brought them their food.
"Have you always been so, uh, willing?" Angelina asked her when the waitress left.
"Ever since I was about fourteen. Why? Haven't you been the same way?" Linda asked curiously. "With men, I mean."
"No," Angelina replied. "You see, I was brought up in a convent. Nothing like that went on ... Well hardly ever." Linda was incredulous.
"You're kidding," she said. "How did you ever get stuck in a convent?"
"My mother thought it would be the best place for me to grow up," she stated simply. "And besides," she added, "I was going to become a nun." Seeing Linda's questioning look she reluctantly explained. "I found out that some of the people who had taken Holy Orders were not all that holy." She hoped that
Linda would not press her for a full explanation.
"What do you do when you're not being a social worker?" Linda asked to change the subject. She had noticed Angelina's discomfort.
"Not much," Angelina admitted. "Oh, some reading. I like to go on long walks. Once in a while I like to paint." She thought this sounded feeble, but it was the best she could do.
"What about your friends at the Bureau?" Linda persisted.
"I really don't see many of them outside of work. I used to go out with one of the doctors, though," Angelina said thoughtfully.
"What happened to him?" Linda wanted to know.
"All he was really interested in was trying out his sexual therapy. I finally broke it off a couple of years ago," she said smiling. "Now I realize he could have been diagnosed, himself." Linda laughed delightedly at this observation. They were finishing lunch, so they ordered another round of drinks.
"The reason I'm asking you about all this is that I have a lot of friends; many of them are older. You would probably enjoy meeting them," Linda explained.
"I don't mind meeting them," Angelina said cautiously, "but whether I'll get along with them is another matter. I don't seem to make friends very easily."
"It doesn't seem to me that yOu should have any difficulty. Besides, I know all kinds of people.
They're even educated," she finished with a smile.
"All right. I'm game," said Angelina. "Just let me know the next time you're having a get-together."
"How about tonight?" Linda asked. "There's a party I could bring you to, just down the street from where I live."
"You forget that I'm working twenty-four hours a day, especially when Tommy ditches school. It will have to be next week," she concluded firmly.
"All right," Linda said. "Next week, then." They finished the last of the drinks and rose to leave. "How did you get here?" Linda asked.
"I walked," Angelina told her.
"Can I give you a lift back?" Linda offered.
"Please," Angelina responded. They left the restaurant together. The drive back was short, so Angelina invited Linda inside. She accepted and they entered the house.
"Which room is yours?" Linda asked. Angelina led her back to the guest room. The room, neat as always, contained a double bed, a dressing table, and the small bathroom off to one side. Linda went in and sat on the bed. "This is a nice enough room," she said. "It's out of the way, too." Angelina regarded her quietly. She realized suddenly what the girl really meant. The last time with Linda had been very pleasant, but that had been more for Tommy's benefit. If she agreed to this, did this mean she was making a more serious commitment? Or was this simply another of the many rendezvous of the past week? Linda had been very kind and gentle with her. She wished that Tommy were here to make her feel more secure. Linda, she knew, was watching her, waiting for her response to the situation at hand. If only she had a regular boyfriend, she thought, things would be so much easier. The drinks at lunch were not helping her, either. She felt that her judgment was slightly clouded. Oh well, she could always chalk this whole thing off to experience if it didn't work out. She walked towards the girl slowly.
Linda received her with open arms. The girl kissed her firmly on the mouth. Then, holding her at arms length, she spoke.
"I was hoping you would," she said huskily. "For a minute, I thought you were going to back out."
"I like you," Angelina said simply. "I want you to be my friend."
With that, the two women kissed each other again, this time with passion. Linda began to undress Angelina. She unzipped the long closing at the back of her dress, kissing her shoulders, then tracing her backbone with her fingers. She unhooked the cream-colored brassiere and reaching around to the front, fondled Angelina's heavy breasts. She cupped them in her hands and rubbed the nipples with her fingertips, producing an erection of the pointed centers. Then, Linda swung her legs around so that she was sitting directly behind Angelina, who was still half-dressed. The girl continue to massage the breasts with one hand, while the other slipped down past her navel to the line where her panties reached. Sliding her fingers into the soft material, she encountered the stiff tangled hair. She buried her face in the back of Angelina's head, whispering to her phrases of endearment.
"Angelina," Linda said softly. "You are so sweet, so good." The woman responded to the tenderness by placing her hands upon Linda's thighs, just outside her own. Stroking the girl's upper legs gently provided encouragement for Linda to continue her love-making. The fingers found the inside of Angelina's warm cunt, where they played against the love juices that were beginning to flow. Linda touched the moistened folds which surrounded the woman's clitoris and moved her fingertips down to the hot womb entrance. Angelina, wanting to respond, twisted in Linda's arms.
"I want to make love to you, too," she confided in her throaty voice. Her hands moved to the buttons at the front of Linda's dress to unfasten; her lips kissed each place revealed by the parting cloth. Linda, again not wearing a brassiere, felt Angelina's mouth at her left breast. The woman suckled her like a child, eagerly demanding the small pink nipples to harden at the moist ministrations. Her hands moved down to finish unbuttoning the short dress and to strip it off of her, so that the dress fell against the bed. Linda lay back to the bed as Angelina peeled the panties off revealing the small, matted bush of brown hair. The woman traced running lines along Linda's long torso making the young girl catch her breath in pleasure and anticipation. Angelina pressed her fingers into the resilient flesh of the young girl's firm breasts. The nipples, already beginning to stiffen, seared the palms of Angelina's hands. The woman's nostrils flared in delight. Stepping out of her half-fallen dress, Angelina lay her rounded body against Linda's. The two French-kissed passionately, enjoying the play of tongue against tongue, as Linda's hands swept over Angelina's shoulders and back and down to the jutting buttocks. Linda's body stirred against Angelina's, one still girlish, one fully a woman's.
Linda shut her eyes tightly, moaning.
"Kiss me. Kiss my breasts," she begged. "I love it when you do that. Put your mouth on my breasts."
Angelina complied willingly, tonguing the pale, white mounds. She licked the nipples, and sucked gently, first one, and then, the other.
Linda gasped feeling the suctioning at her pink-tipped breasts. The sensation hit her nerve endings and her young body writhed, twisted with enjoyment. Heat seemed to generate through her body, inflaming her loins. The creamy, white liquid began to be secreted and she groaned.
"Kiss me all over," she moaned. "All over."
Angelina moved her head down, her lips making a wet trail across Linda's beautiful body, over her flat stomach, pausing slightly to explore the thin, slitted navel, that Tommy had so admired. Then, Angelina reached the wiry bush. Kissing the groin where the skin was moist and tender, her tongue sought out the cleft and wiggled inside.
Linda gasped as the fleshy tongue invaded the private domain. Her cunt actually quivered with excitation as the tongue penetrated the hot, damp sheath.
"Oh. Oh," Linda moaned loudly. "That's it. Lick me there. Put your tongue inside me. Go deep. Yes. Yes. Yes."
Angelina found the protruding clitoris and suctioned it within her open mouth, her hands still fondling Linda's breasts. She pressed tightly, sucking harder and harder and her hands moved to cup Linda's behind. Running a finger up and down the crack, she found the ass-hole, and worked her finger in.
Linda shivered as both orifices were filled, the tongue in her cunt and a finger in her rectum. She began to swivel about on her hips, her box seeping with the juices of passion.
"Oh, I'm going to come. Yes. I'm coming." The girl's voice filled the room. Suddenly, she gave a shrill cry as she climaxed.
Angelina was pleased. In amazement, she thought that perhaps the finger jammed in her ass-hole had triggered her response so quickly. The effeet was striking. She kissed the girl softly on the wet, petal-like folds. Easing up, she simply lay beside her, waiting for the girl's catch her breath.
"Oh, that was wonderful," Linda sighed. "I've never felt anything quite like that. Both front and back. It almost felt like more than one person." Angelina did not tell her about Bird and Tommy having her at the same time. She thought it better to let Linda think that she had done that just for her, because it had occurred to her that she might like it.
Linda squeezed Angelina's huge breasts.
"Now it's your turn," she said cheerfully.
Linda straddled Angelina's mid-section, her wet cunt leaving a warm, moist imprint on the woman's belly. She played with Angelina's great, sloping breasts admiring their full heaviness. She gave a sigh.
"You have such beautiful tits," she said enviously. "I bet all the men go wild just looking at you ... like that man in the bar. He was goggle-eyed just looking at you. I hope you don't mind my having chased him away," she giggled.
"I don't mind," Angelina told her. "I don't really like them in three-piece suits. I like my men more rugged."
"like Tommy," Linda said smiling. "Crude, rude, but not so ugly."
"Oh Linda," Angelina laughed. "He's just a boy. A very nice boy, but a boy just the same."
"You don't seem to mind," Linda said jealously. "If I were a man, I'd never let you go. I know you'll always like men the best."
"A good woman is something, too," Angelina soothed her gently. "You're a pretty, young woman. Even if you don't have big breasts, you do have a nice, tight ass," she told her, reaching around to squeeze Linda's buttocks.
Linda stopped talking, then and went to work. She scooted her behind back down so they were lying breast to breast. After fondling them a bit more, she went down on one to kiss it roughly. All women like some pain, she knew. She tweaked the other nipple between her fingers. I'll give her a ride she won't forget, she promised herself. She began to suck firmly at the nipple she had just kissed, drawing the nipple into a fine, hard point. Biting at it gently, she caused Angelina to moan softly. She treated the other nipple in the same manner, not easing up but demanding a definite response from her love-making partner. She got it. Angelina, already aroused from the recent session, gave small noises of surprise as Linda ruthlessly governed her body. Her searching mouth cruised Angelina's body, making circles with her tongue about the woman's throat, breasts, belly, and finally, to her already inflamed loins. Linda moved her hand to the nether cleft and parted the outer lips which hid the passion center. Inserting two fingers deep inside Angelina's roomy cunt, she began to thrust deeply in and out, in and out, as if she were replacing a male organ.
"Is this how they do it to you?" she murmured, still jealous of the men that had taken Angelina. "Or deeper?" Relentlessly, she probed, causing the woman to groan from the relentless, driving force that Linda used to awaken her excitement. The girl remembered Angelina's complete gentleness and decided to treat the woman more in kind. She grasped the full thighs in her hands and separated them, baring the woman's sexual organs to full light.
"M-m-m-m-m," she murmured as she kissed the hot flesh. She felt Angelina relax a little after this sign of kindness. This was better. This was how women should make love to each other, using considerate, delicate administrations at a slow-paced rate. None of the old 'wham bam thank-you, ma'am' that most men were good for. Taking her time, then, Linda stroked the moist membranes that were at her mercy. Tonguing them gently, she gained Angelina's trust and the woman shifted her pelvis to receive the full benefits of Linda's loving.
The girl finger-fucked Angelina gently this time as she continued to suck and tongue the protruding love button. The friction delighted Angelina who began emitting soft moans. This aural encouragement spurred Linda on as she created a suction that pulled at the soaking tissues firmly, but still not too roughly. The girl continued waiting, waiting for
Angelina to come. She licked the meaty flesh enthusiastically as more of the creamy white substance flowed from within Angelina's cunt. Finally, after a few more minutes, Linda felt the woman's body start to shudder as the orgasmic spasms began to hit. She kept sucking her off feeling the shaking that rippled through Angelina. The waves of pleasure struck her solidly, then, and the woman's body rocked from the pent-up tension that built within. Her movements became more frantic as the tremors struck closer to home. Suddenly, her back arched violently and Linda still pressed her mouth to the dripping cunt as the woman climaxed.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," the low sound escaped from Angelina's throat. The tremulous wavering of her voice convinced Linda that a deep-seated orgasm had pulsated through her body. She eased up as Angelina's body sank slowly back to the bed.
The woman lay very still for a few minutes. Linda gazed at the white face, for Angelina looked drained. Her eyes were closed but her lips were slightly open and her breath came in short gasps. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled at Linda looking very grateful.
"Oh Linda," she sighed. "That was so beautiful." Her hand reached over to stroke the girl's breast. "That was the kind of pleasure that every woman should feel. How did you know?" she asked simply.
"That kind of thrill you can only receive from a woman," the girl told her seriously. "For women, a slow, tantalizing build-up paves the way for an earth-shaking climax."
"But you started out differently, didn't you," Angelina inquired. Seeing the girl's nod, she asked, "But why?"
"Oh," Linda shrugged, "I was still pissed-off about all the men that have used you." Angelina looked embarrassed, she saw.
"There haven't been that many men," Angelina told Linda. "What made you switch styles?"
"I thought of how gentle you were with me, and I didn't feel like being rough or aggressive any more. That's why it came out the way it did," Linda explained.
"I'm certainly glad," Angelina said smiling. The two women rested together, until Linda got up to dress.
"I still have a class this evening," Linda apologized.
"Goodness, I should be moving, too. Tommy will be home any minute, and I don't even have supper in the oven, let alone on the table ... Oh, that's right. He was in an ice-cream eating contest for Spirit Week. Hopefully, he won't be starving," Angelina said.
"Wait a minute," Linda said. "Tommy's in Spirit Week?" she asked incredulously. "How did you ever manage that?"
Angelina laughed. "I didn't do anything. His friends talked him into it. Bird and Jim were also going to participate."
"Those guys are nice," Linda stated. "I'm glad Tommy has them for friends. Not like that Scott. He has a few problems."
The women finished dressing and kissed each other good-bye.
"I'll call you soon," Linda told her. She left.
CHAPTER 8
Angelina fixed a light supper for Tommy and herself. She felt very happy and sang as she moved about the kitchen. Why, she missed Tommy, she realized. She wanted to know about the ice-cream eating contest and how he had liked Spirit Week. Waiting for him, she sat down in the living-room and started to read her book about adolescents. Tommy really was nearly normal, she thought. As if anyone could find a 'normal' child. Again, she regretted that the Allans were returning soon. They could use some therapy themselves. Many times when the parents brought their children in to the Bureau, the adults needed counseling as well as their offspring. Getting an adult to admit to needing help was another problem, however.
Tommy's car pulled in the driveway, and the boy climbed out carrying his books. She went to the door to let him in, noticing that the front of his shirt was stained. Looking closer, she saw that his eye was swollen and his shirt was also torn. Nevertheless, he looked happy.
"Tommy," she said, concerned. "What in the world happened to you? You're an absolute mess."
"Aw," he said reluctantly. "I'm all right."
"Go upstairs right now, while I get something to put on that eye." Angelina rushed over to the refrigerator to make an ice pack. She worried about that boy. Just when he seemed to be making progress, he comes home a perfect wreck, she thought. I'm glad his parents aren't due back for a few days. What would they think of her care?
She hurried upstairs as soon as she fixed the ice pack for the boy's eye. He had changed his shirt and was washing up still. She waited for him to finish.
"Here," she told him, handing him the pack. "You keep this on your eye for about an hour. It'll keep the swelling down." He accepted the pack from her and applied it to his eye.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"What happened to you?" Angelina demanded. "I want to know. Were you fighting?" She felt dismayed by his nod. He noticed her look.
"It's all right," he consoled her. "The other guy looks a lot worse than I do." He winced as the cold began to sink in.
"Tommy," Angelina was shocked. "That's not the point. What were you fighting about that was so important?"
"Well, this smart-ass said that I was getting soft for being in a school activity. He thinks he's a real hood," Tommy smirked. "I sure showed him."
"Don't they have rules against fighting in school?" Angelina asked him sternly.
"Oh sure," Tommy replied. "That's why I met him after school. Behind the liquor store."
"Well, were you in the ice-cream eating contest, anyway?" she inquired. "I noticed something all over your shirt."
"Yeah, but I got full early ... Jim won second place, though. He got beaten out by some real pig. That guy had a gut like a-"
Angelina interrupted him. "Never mind. Who did you have the fight with?"
"Oh, you don't know him. He's the mayor's son. He thinks he's the greatest thing that ever hit the earth. I showed him," Tommy finished proudly.
'Tommy, Tommy," Angelina sighed. "When will you ever learn that you can solve almost anything by a calm discussion?"
"Bullshit," he replied. "You know it is. Look what happened to you." Angelina knew he had a point. Why was it always so difficult to argue with him?
"All right," she conceded. "In your case, then. Let's go eat dinner. It's all ready."
"Hey," he said on their way down. "Can I invite Linda over tonight?" He saw her look. "Just to listen to some music, honest. I'll invite Bird and Jim over, too, if that makes you feel better. We can do other things besides have sex," he added.
"You don't have to invite Bird and Jim," she said. "I think you could use a quiet evening, for a change."
They sat down and ate a quiet meal together. Tommy did seem subdued, Angelina thought. Maybe the fight took some of the spunk out of him.
"What's that book you're reading?" he asked her suddenly.
"Oh, uh," Angelina was startled. "It's about adolescents. Teen-agers," she explained.
"Did you find out anything about me?" he said with a grin.
"Nothing that I didn't already know," she hedged. He leaned over to look at the title and she cringed. That would teach her to leave her reading material lying around.
"Latest Studies of Adolescent Aberrance," he read out loud. "Don't you think I'm normal?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "As normal as can be expected."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked suspiciously. "Expected by what?"
"By your being an adolescent," she told him calmly. "Eat your dinner." But Tommy was not to be put off.
"Miss Evans," he addressed her. "Why don't you tell me exactly what you think about me? You are here to give a diagnosis, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said. 'To your parents." She paused. "Tommy, I really think you are normal. Confidentially, I think your parents are a little strange. Of course, I've only talked to your mother twice."
"But she talks a lot," Tommy added. "Yes," Angelina said bluntly. Tommy laughed. "I thought you were pretty strange at first, too," he confided.
"What?" Angelina asked, astonished at his impudence. "You did not. Maybe I was just a little out of my element, initially. I had only worked with very young children before."
Tommy snorted. "You were a wreck when you first got here. Always jumping at every little thing. You didn't even know part of yourself. That you were sexy, for example."
It was Angelina's turn to laugh. "You're impossible," she said. And, after seeing his look. "But you're right."
"Of course," he said. "I'm going to call Linda now." He got up from the table to go over to the telephone. He dialed quickly and waited.
"Hello, Linda?" he asked. "Yeah it's me, Tommy. Do you want to come over tonight? I'm going to bake some of those brownies you like. I thought we could just sit around and listen to music." He paused, listening. "Yeah, she's here. She'll be around tonight, too." Another pause. "Well, great," he told her. "About an hour then? Fine. See you later." He turned to Angelina.
"It's all right that I'm going to bake, isn't it? I forgot to ask. I'll clean up dinner. You won't have to come near the kitchen, O.K.? " he asked.
"It's a deal," Angelina told him. "Have fun." She went off to watch a special television program she had heard about.
After about forty minutes, she smelled the pleasant aroma of the brownies. It was a commercial, so she wandered into the kitchen to see how Tommy was coming along. His eye looked pretty good, considering that he had discarded the ice pack.
"Those brownies smell delicious," she praised him. "I should let you do some of the cooking."
"This is the only recipe I know," he told her smiling. "They should be done by the time Linda gets here. Then we can all have some."
The doorbell rang suddenly and Tommy looked puzzled. "She must have come early," he mused. "Just a minute." He opened the door to find Pearl standing there.
"Hi Tommy," she said cheerfully. "Bird told me you were in a fight, so I came by to see how you are. M-m-m, something smells good," she said as he let her in the house. "What's cooking?"
"I made brownies," he told her. "My own special recipe."
"Oh good!" she exclaimed. She saw Angelina.
"Pearl," he said coming forward with her into the kitchen, "I'd like you to meet Miss Evans. She's staying here until my parents get back."
"Hello Pearl," Angelina said. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Hi Miss Evans," Pearl said back, "Bird told me about you."
"H-he did?" Angelina stammered, feeling confused.
"Don't worry," Pearl assured her. "It was all good."
The three of them sat at the kitchen table until Linda came over. She arrived a few minutes later, just after the brownies had been taken out of the oven.
"Angelina," she said warmly upon seeing her. "How nice to see you again. It's been a while." Linda gave her a broad wink. "Where are those brownies I was promised?"
"Right here," Tommy told her. "Let's bring them upstairs, so we can listen to some music." They followed him upstairs and he selected several records. For the next hour, they sat around eating brownies together. Angelina thought they had a strange taste to them, but they were delicious, nevertheless. The four of them finished off the entire pan easily. Angelina found herself enjoying the music, although she had never listened to rock and roll very much before. They all talked together enjoying the varied company they provided each other with, and the time flew by quickly.
Angelina began to notice a strange feeling that pervaded her body. The music seemed to hit several receptive chords in her own body as she talked less and listened more. The others were laughing frequently although many times the jokes made were not that humorous. She also noticed that everyone's eyes looked red around the rims. I wonder if there was something in those brownies, she speculated hazily. All she knew for certain was that she felt very comfortable. Tommy got up to switch the lights off, using candlelight instead. This seemed to be soothing to her own eyes as well as everyone else's. Tommy, who was sitting next to her, reached up to rub the back of her neck. This massage felt incredibly sensuous for the simple motion that it was.
"Tommy," she asked, "did you put something in those brownies?"
"Yeah," he said. "I decided that we all needed to be relaxed." The others giggled at this seemingly brilliant witticism. "Just enjoy it," he said lazily. Tt won't hurt you." The others did not seem to be alarmed, so Angelina leaned back on her elbows. Downstairs, the phone started to ring.
"Will you answer it, Tommy?" Angelina asked. She did not feel like getting up.
"Aw, let it ring. If it's important, whoever it is will call back." Angelina let it slide. After a few more rings, there was silence.
"This sure feels good," Tommy said, after a while. "I was all stiff and sore from that work-out today."
"Do you want me to rub your back for you?" Pearl offered.
"Sure," Tommy said. He lay down on his stomach in the half-light, while Pearl sat on his behind. She began to massage his shoulders and neck for him. He groaned appreciatively as she rubbed the tight muscles. Linda and Angelina watched, but said nothing.
"Hey," Linda said a few minutes later. "Do you hear something downstairs?" They listened intently.
"I'll go down and check," Angelina offered.
What Angelina did not know, was that the phone call was from Mr. and Mrs. Allan. They had decided to return early. When they phoned from the airport and received no answer, they took a cab back to the house. There had been a party on the airplane over, to celebrate the airline's anniversary. All the champagne the passengers could drink was given away for free, and Mr. and Mrs. Allan, not believing their good luck, had taken full advantage of the situation. In short, they were returning home more than a little drunk. Once inside, Mrs. Allan had rushed off to use the guest bathroom. Mr. Allan was stumbling around the dark living room, when Angelina literally bumped into him. He put his hands around her waist to steady himself against the woman, who felt light-headed herself.
"Umph!" he grunted. He looked closely at her. "You must be Miss Evans," he decided, not bothering to remove his hands. "I'm Harry Allan, pleased to meet you." He said all this with a slight slur which Angelina hardly noticed. Mrs. Allan came out of the guest bathroom, and not seeing them, went on upstairs. Angelina put her hands up to ward off his drunken kiss, but somehow, her gesture resembled a caress. He was not bad-looking for a man of his age, she had noticed, and now, his mouth upon hers felt decidedly pleasant. They fell, locked in each others' arms on the living room couch.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Allan collided into Linda as she came out of Tommy's room, to find out why Angelina was taking so long. Mrs. Allan was about the same size and height as Angelina, but her bulk was distributed differently. In any case, it was enough for Linda to mistake Angelina for the older woman. The girl gently reached for the woman's breast and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Mrs. Allan, who had never been kissed like that before by a woman drew back with a gasp. However, Mrs. Allan had had much more to drink than her husband could not think very clearly.
"Oh my," she said, "and who are you, my dear?" Linda, realizing her mistake, also sensed that this strange woman was not completely put off by her advances.
"Linda," she said softly. "Are you Mrs. Allan?"
Linda knew by the woman's nod that she must not enter Tommy's room at any cost. For, the back-rub that Tommy was receiving from Pearl, was no longer a simple back-rub. She took the unresisting woman by the arm and led her into the master bedroom.
Tommy, not realizing his narrow escape from disaster, was having a ball. Pearl had always been with Bird before, not so much because they were boyand girlfriend, but because that was the way that things had worked out. As the back massage had progressed, so had Pearl's roving hands. By the time that she had gotten her hands into his pants, he knew that his territory had been enlarged by one.
Although Pearl was much thinner than Linda, her body had its own compensations. As he deftly plucked off her close-fitting garments, he marveled at lean gracefulness possessed only by very young girls. This was going to be a sweet conquest indeed! Tommy let his mouth roam over her tiny, perfectly shaped breasts, their pale pink tips rising under the flickering movements of his tongue. His hands grazed the, long, slender waist with seductive caresses. The girl, responding to his administrations with appreciation, let her small hands drift over his muscled back down to the tapering midriff. As he moved down to pay homage to her narrow, boy-like hips, she spread her thighs before him, revealing the small, pink pussy that yawned invitingly beneath his face. He dove in, face first, to succor the waiting loins of the girl. Using his tongue, Tommy prodded and probed with such a driving force that Pearl abandoned herself to the wild pleasure. She began to emit soft cat-like noises as he explored her wet cunt. He concentrated on her budding clitoris, sucking eagerly for all he was worth.
"Oh Tommy," she moaned. "Oh Tommy." Pearl repeated this over and over again as if she would never stop. He dug into her lovely tunnel with his tongue, forcing louder cries from the young throat. Returning to search the delicate folds, the boy chewed hungrily at the expectant tissues. Tremors shook her body as he unceasingly frigged at her most sensitive point.
"Oh Tommy!" she cried as he brought her to a quaking climax. Pearl heaved her body against his, her arms flailing uselessly at her sides. She gave a great sigh as the last of the penetrating shocks left her body. The girl brought her face to his torso now, as he moved to her side. Taking his stiff member between the palms of her hands, Pearl pumped it vigorously bringing the cock to full attention. Tommy watched as she kissed the protruding head gently, then covered it with her mouth. Working the end of it like a popsicle, she moved her lips down and back again, creating a friction that made the boy moan with delight. Her head bobbing between his legs, she grasped his bare buttocks in her hands. Kneading the flesh with her fingers, she let her mouth uncover all but the very tip of the enlarged penis. At this point, Pearl licked the ridge enticingly and traveled up to the tiny hole at the very tip. Playfully, she made as if to work her tongue into the small opening and them gobbled the cock again greedily to suck the hard straining tool. Tommy felt himself near the bursting point, but he wanted to really fuck Pearl. Reaching for the small cunt that teased him so close to his throbbing peak, he rammed his cock in firmly in a half-seated position. He leaned Pearl back against the floor to brace her for the charge. Her cunt was smooth and tight so that the strokes he took fast and hard, provided him with a perfect fit. In and out he worked, feeling as though this narrow slot could be an ass-hole for the agonizing pleasure it afforded him. He felt the tension build to an unsupportable height, when, finally, the searing hot come shot out into the girl's cunt in a great flood. Tommy fell against her limply, still inside of her, to take her in his arms. They kissed, lying there together, oblivious to anything outside the small room.
But outside his room, plenty was happening. Linda, taking Mrs. Allan into her own bedroom, was in her element. The older woman was too drunk to protest any of the strange new things that were occurring, but just conscious enough to enjoy herself and the obliging girl. Linda pulled Mrs. Allan to lie on the bed beside her. The woman was heavily dressed, so that the girl had a full job before her.
She coaxed the woman out of her coat and dress removing her shoes and stockings for her. Lying on the bed in a lacy beige slip, Linda stripped off her own garments before the woman's astonished eyes.
Linda wore a dress also. She slid out of the skimpy affair, her firm, young breasts exposed to view. Snuggling up to the woman, Linda took the woman's hands in her own. She placed them upon her own breasts, letting Mrs. Allan feel for herself the resilient, soft mounds of flesh capped by the rosy-colored nipples. The woman eagerly grasped the warm flesh offered to her, and if she had initially felt any inhibitions about the younger woman, they were disappearing quickly. Linda, seeing the woman's compliance, helped her glide the slip over her head. Mrs. Allan possessed enormous breasts that delighted Linda. Reaching around to her back, she unhooked the matronly brassiere to see the great mammaries fall free of restriction. Linda buried her face in them, using her hands to gather up the lush fullness. She took a nipple in her mouth and suckled it fiercely, causing the woman to moan with joy. With her hand, she massaged Mrs. Allan's free breast working at the very tip until it stood erect from the knowing touch.
Linda began her southbound journey. She traced paths of moisture across the woman's breast, belly and hips with her roving tongue. The sensations aroused Mrs. Allan, whose private parts were suddenly inflamed with hot-blooded desire. She felt the young woman's hand probing between her clenched thighs and she parted them to admit Linda's ardent fingers. She gasped as the fingers directly sought out and found the secret folds which only her husband had ever penetrated. Linda massaged the cunt that was already streaming the juices of sexual anticipation. She heard the woman's corresponding moans and let her finger trail down to the gaping cunt-hole.
"Oh-h-h-h," Mrs. Allan moaned as the fingers entered. She gripped the girl's shoulders tightly. Linda continued to rub the flesh folds, leaving a finger inserted in the wet canal. Then, she put her face to the warm moisture, mouthing the cunt gently. The woman took in a big breath. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before! She could not believe that she was in her own bedroom with a young woman who seemed to know all the gestures that she desired most. Furthermore, she performed them with a willingness that flabbergasted her. As the feelings grew more intense, she could hold herself back no longer.
"Oh-h-h-h," she moaned again. "That feels so-o-o good. Suck me. Yes, suck me. I want your mouth on my pussy. Yes, like that." The woman spoke in spite of herself and the words goaded Linda to greater vigor. She licked the creamy white liquid that flowed so smoothly from the woman. She nibbled daintily on the quivering flesh that caused Mrs. Allan to moan with greater force. Finally, the woman's body began to writhe uncontrollable as the orgasmic spasms radiated throughout her body. As her cried filled the air, her pelvis quavered, shaking her massive breasts, her belly and the thighs that fell back against the bed. Slowly, the storm subsided, leaving the woman panting from the unaccustomed exertion. Mrs. Allan looked up from her bed to see Linda kiss her gently on the cunt before she got up to leave.
"Wait," she said. "Where are you going?"
"I have to find Angelina," Linda told her. "That's what I came out for." She closed the bedroom door firmly behind her and dressed quickly in the hall. Walking over to Tommy's room, she saw the two lying in each other's arms. She smiled to herself and closed their door, too. Next, she turned to go downstairs to see what had kept Angelina so long. She supposed that she was a little late, but she still wanted to know.
Once on the couch, things had proceeded swiftly from there. Angelina let Mr. Allan fumble at her breasts in drunken haste. He had already removed his sports jacket, so she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. Following her example, he clutched at the collar of her dress, trying to find the fastening. She laughed in amusement at his frantic efforts and then, undid a few of the fastenings herself. Harry appreciated her assistance, but lost no time with words.
Now he was able to fondle the full, enticing breasts more directly, hindered only by the insubstantial red lace brassiere she wore. This time, the front fastening gave easily in his fingers so that the luscious breasts were his. He kissed them enthusiastically, then fell to nibbling at the wine-colored nipples. In his greed, he made little animal noises as his ecstasy increased. His hands groped at the hem of her dress, until he found the edge. Once underneath, the whole new realm of Miss Evans' thighs, clad in stockings and garters were prey to his exploration.
Angelina had not been idle during this time. She had managed to remove his tie, shirt and was working at the front closing of his pants. Her hands massaged the hairy chest, pausing at the flat nipples to tweak them in her fingertips. They rose under the stimulation, making hard little bumps on the broad chest. Next, she succeeded in releasing the belt buckle, after which her fingers flew to unzip his pants. Reaching in, she grasped the already erect cock and pumped it steadily, enjoying the groans that this extracted from Mr. Allan. He would have ceased to be interested in his search beneath her dress had he not just discovered that Miss Evans was not wearing panties. This detection aroused in him the suspicion that he was dealing with a woman who was very experienced in the matters of sex. He felt between the outer lips of her vagina, finding that she was undoubtedly excited-ready for anything that he might propose.
However, his plans were delayed as she bent down over his stiff penis to place her mouth about the head. His delight at this new advance was immeasurable, for his wife had never consented to such demeaning behavior for his pleasure. Miss Evans was enveloping his huge member as if she meant to swallow it whole. He saw the woman's mouth working at the very base of his organ, while she fondled his balls in her hands. Gazing hypnotically, he stared as the woman's face moved up and down on his manhood, first covering it completely, then baring it to his gaze.
His eyes slid closed, while he let Miss Evans suck him off. This was so good, he knew. Nothing he had ever done could compare with this. Her head continued to move up and down as she sucked Tommy's father's cock. She licked, bit, sucked, never stopping, enjoying every minute of it.
"Wait," he cried weakly. "I'm going to come." He knew that even if women did like to give head, they almost never permitted a man to come in their mouths. Besides, there was something else he wanted to try that his wife would never submit to. He held her head in his hands, afraid to disturb her.
"Miss Evans, please," he said. She slowly released his penis from her mouth to look up at him. Dumbly, he gestured to one arm of the couch. He made her understand exactly what he wanted. She smiled at his request and then followed his direction. Climbing up to one end of the couch so that her knees and upper thighs were against one end of the high, heavy couch, Angelina splayed her legs apart, revealing to Mr. Allan after he lifted her dress to her waist a most wonderful sight. Her plump, shapely buttocks striped by the garters she still wore gleamed in the darkness like two perfect half moons. The stockings, reaching up only to her mid-thighs, cut a dark line against her white skin. But, best of all, the nether lips of her cunt were just visible in this position as he came up behind her, reveling in his good luck. He held the warm rounds of flesh in his hands as he brought his cock up to play at the dark crack which divided her behind. Once he found the opening to her slippery box, he jammed his member in to the hilt. He pumped in and out, his cock moved faster, his whole body thrusting against her. Harder and harder he moved as the wetness surrounded his hard flesh. His testicles bounced against the split in her ass. He groaned as he flooded her hot cunt with his sperm.
Linda walked in just in time to witness the end of this spectacle. She smiled and shook her head, turning around to go back up the stairs. There were several things that should be done. She knocked at Tommy's room until Pearl opened the door.
"Do you want a ride home?" she asked the girl. Seeing her nod, she added, "Meet me out by the car." She closed the door and returned downstairs. Mr. Allan had passed out or gone to sleep and Angelina was dressing.
"Come on over to my place," Linda invited her. "You won't want to be around here in the morning, will you?"
"All right," Angelina agreed. "Let's go." They went outside and Pearl joined them presently. They drove off quickly, leaving the Allan household behind. Pearl's house was first, so Linda dropped her off after they all said good-bye. The drive continued in silence until Linda spoke.
"What are you going to do since your job has ended?" she asked. "I mean, will this affect your job at the Bureau."
"Oh no," Angelina laughed cheerfully. "The Allans have nothing to complain about. They certainly got their money's worth."
"Will you miss Tommy?" Linda wanted to know.
"I'll probably still see him occasionally," Angelina said casually. "But I have a few plans of my own."
"like what?" Linda wanted to know.
"Well, besides my work, I want to have some fun," she told her. "This past week I've learned so much about how to live. I already knew how to catch a man. Now I know how to keep one."
Linda threw back her head and laughed. After all, Angelina was certainly no different than any other woman.
