The human sex drive is by scientific definition an animal urge dedicated to the regeneration of the species. We know that it exists in every human being. Yet sexual behavioral patterns vary as widely as different types of people. The reason for these many variations is the psychological and sociological influences on sexual behavior. The average human being is heir to "the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," and it is as a result of these external influencing factors that particular behavioral patterns are developed.
Mama's Hot Act With Her New Son is the story of a woman finding her sexual birth at the age of thirty-five. She discovers herself with two very young boys, children who become important stepping stones on her way to sexual maturity. The author makes liberal use of symbolism throughout this interesting narrative.
Sylvia's erotic dream sequence vividly illustrates her sexual anxiety and her new awakening, yet at the same time provides a rather interesting satire on modern women's liberation. And Sylvia's use of marijuana to relieve her inhibitions could be viewed as a biting commentary on man's self-created restrictions on sexual behavior.
The author's barbs at the recording industry should be viewed as symbolic representations of man's inhumanity toward man in the world of commercial enterprise. Sylvia becomes furious when she finds that Sid Costerman is using her, yet Sylvia has been deliberately using him from the very beginning of the narrative. Perhaps the author is pointing to the irony of how many of us play a game in which we are the sole arbiter of the rules.
Some critics may contend that this narrative stretches the imagination, yet a cursory study of newspapers and psychologists' files will turn up hundreds of women cast in Sylvia's mold and acting out Sylvia's fantasies.
The sanest words in this story come from the least likely source-a character who styles himself as being confused, when Mark Taber explains to Sylvia how he plans to handle his twelve-year-old son. Mark, in contrast to Sylvia, understands his responsibility to others and to his son, and we are left with the feeling that it will indeed be Mark who helps Sylvia rather than the expressed goal of her helping him. And many of us will be able to identify with these two, for millions of us today are having to discover ourselves at a late point in life.
As the author asks, do we change or does society around us change so fast we have difficulty in matching the pace?
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Sylvia took a deep breath and reached behind her back to unzip her low-cut evening dress. She tried to block the image of the naked man sitting on the edge of the bed from her mind. In his forties, Sid Costerman was certainly no sex symbol. His flabby body was covered with ugly tufts of matted hair and what might once have been his chest had slipped considerably. And that cigar! Was he going to make love to her with that foul cigar in his mouth?
"Hey! That's quite a set of tits, baby!" Sid said, his eyes fastening on Sylvia's ample bosom.
"Thank you," Sylvia returned in her softest, most sexy, voice. She wore no bra. The specially designed dress had support built into the bodice.
The fabric covered little more than her nipples and pressed her exceptional breasts together for maximum exposure. The dress was part of her image, an image that Sylvia Sloan hated yet one she accepted for practical reasons.
Glancing down, Sylvia saw that Sid's flaccid cock was slowly beginning to grow. She decided to take her time as she slowly worked the skin-tight evening dress over her full, firm hips and down her legs. Experience had taught her that a deliberately sensual strip tease excited most men, and Sylvia wanted Sid Costerman as stimulated as she could get him. The more aroused he was, the faster it would all be over!
She smiled seductively when she saw his prick jump to full erection while she stood before him in nothing more than her sheer pantyhose. Sylvia wondered if he recognized how contrived her actions were? Probably not. Most men were convinced that women were just panting to be laid!
The irony of it was that Sylvia Sloan, whose public image was that of a sex symbol, hated sex. She knew that tonight would be no different than any other, that she would have to impose an iron will on her body to even let him touch her, that she would have to choke back a scream of anguish when he penetrated her pussy with his horrid prick!
"Do you really think there's a market for my material on records?" she asked as she kicked off her evening shoes and slipped her thumbs under the elastic band of her pantyhose.
"All we can do is find out," Sid replied, his voice thick with the alcohol he had consumed in the club all evening. "It's worth a gamble, Sylvia baby," he added. "Christ, you've really got some body!"
Although Sylvia was aware she had a good figure, she always liked to hear those reassuring words. In the entertainment business, a thirty-five-year-old woman either had to have a fantastic talent or a damned good figure. Sylvia knew she was only a mediocre singer, but she had managed to make a living with her voice for thirteen years. And only Manny Silverman, Sylvia's agent, knew how old Sylvia was. She had been able to pass as being in her late twenties and she was careful to do nothing to destroy that image.
Sid felt his balls twitch as he watched the sexy blonde pull her panties down. He was surprised to find that she was a natural blonde. In show business it was rare to find a pussy that matched the gal's head! But there was no doubt that Sylvia was a true blonde. Her cunt was covered with a lush growth of golden curls that made Sid's prick strain with growing desire!
He regreted the number of martinis he had consumed in the Playboy Club that night! His body was flushed and his head was swimming. He would much rather be sober for this special occasion! And getting in Sylvia Sloan's pants was a special occasion! It was common knowledge in the business that Sylvia turned down more offers than most girls received. She was a loner, had never been known to have an affair of any duration, and was considered not only hard to get but almost out of reach.
Even in his intoxicated state, Sid knew very well that she wouldn't be there in his hotel room unless he promised her a recording date with his music company. That was the lever he used to knock off lots of strange cunt when he was away from his wife and children in Los Angeles. Many times, this was his only justification for remaining in the cutthroat recording industry!
"With a body like that, Sylvia," he remarked, "I don't see how you've managed to stay single."
There it was, the gentle, subtle probe! Why did all men want to dig into the secrets of her life? She not only resented it, it made her mad! Sylvia guarded her privacy jealousy and would tell no one about her personal life! In the first place, they wouldn't understand. And in the second place, it was none of their damned business! But she would handle him like she had handled the others.
"I just haven't found a man I would want to live with," she said in her deliberately seductive voice. She stepped out of her pantyhose and stood provocatively in front of him, carefully just out of reach. Then she slowly brought her hands up to her large, pointed breasts and began massaging her nipples sensually.
Although she did not understand why, Sylvia knew that it excited a man to see a woman caress herself. She dropped one hand to her pubic mound and began rubbing it gently, staring directly into his eyes as she played with herself.
"Jesus, baby!" Sid gasped. "Come here and let old Sid do that for you!"
"Are you going to smoke that cigar while we make love?" she asked softly.
"What? Oh, hell no!" Sid leaned over and crushed the cigar in an ashtray on the nightstand by the bed.
Sylvia forced a smile on her face and dropped to her knees on the carpet by the bed.
"Hey, what're you doing down there?" Sid demanded.
"I want to see this lovely cock of yours!" she replied in a breathy voice as she knelt between his legs and reached forward to grasp his hard penis in her hand. "It's so big and manly!"
"Yeah, well...."
"Can I kiss it?" she asked in her little-girl voice that usually drove men wild.
"Baby, it's all yours!" Sid said as he felt his balls rumble when she touched him. The sight of her lovely naked body kneeling before him like he was a god sent the blood surging through his body! He loved the way her long golden hair fell in graceful waves below her shoulders. The curls seemed to rest on her nipples!
This is it, Sylvia thought, steeling herself for what was to come! She leaned forward and brought her moist tongue to his inflated shaft. If she could make him cum in her mouth, she wouldn't have to feel him inside her vagina.
Sid sighed as he felt her tongue begin caressing the length of his throbbing organ. He focused his eyes on her beautiful face and his excitement grew rapidly as he watched her lick his tool like a hungry child devouring a candy stick. She ran her tongue up one side and down the other, then fluttered it against the swollen knob at the tip of his shaft. His burning desire to sink his cock into her blonde cunt was pushed aside while he relaxed to enjoy the head she was giving him. He hadn't had a gal go down on him like this in months!
Sylvia heard him moan when she placed her lips around the inflated head of his prick and slowly began drawing it into her warm mouth. Ever since Ginny, the semi-pro call girl who worked as a cocktail waitress in a club where Sylvia had played for three weeks, had taught her how to give a man a blow-job, Sylvia had confidence in her ability to excite a man with her mouth. She drew his pulsing rod deep into her throat, caressing it with her full lips and probing tongue while she cradled his hairy balls in her hand and began fondling them.
Gradually, almost teasingly, she ran her lips up and down the length of his blood-engorged member. She drew his dick in and out of her mouth with a subtly increasing tempo. When she felt the muscles in his thighs tighten, and heard his breathing become heavier, Sylvia was almost certain she could make him cum in her mouth! A sense of relief flooded her body.
At the age of eighteen, Sylvia Sloan had been the victim of a gang rape. She had been walking home through the park when five men grabbed her and pulled her down on the dirt. Two men held her while they all took turns fucking her. The last man turned her over and fucked her in the rectum. When they had finished with her tortured, hysterical, body, they stood over her and urinated all over her. Sylvia stumbled out of the park clutching her torn clothing to her ravaged body and she was picked up by a patrolling police car.
In her hysterical state, Sylvia signed a formal complaint at the police station. The men were apprehended that same night and the subsequent trial made headlines in the local paper. Sylvia was forced to relate the entire incident in graphic detail on the witness stand, adding to her already severe emotional trauma.
If she hadn't been through enough, Sylvia found herself pregnant in the middle of the trial. Abortion, even under those circumstances, was illegal in her state, and nine months later Sylvia gave birth to a six-pound baby girl. She rejected the child long before it was born and she refused to look at it when the nurse brought it into the hospital room. Through an agency, the baby was adopted by a childless family. Sylvia did not know the people's names and she did not want to know them!
A year after the child was born, Sylvia dated a boy in college. After dating for several months, the boy attempted to make love to Sylvia. She liked him and she let him begin to seduce her. It went well until he penetrated her with his rigid penis. At that point a hair-raising scream burst from her throat and Sylvia jumped out of bed and ran hysterically crying into the bathroom. She refused to come out of the bathroom until the boy left the room. And that night she went home and packed her belongings into two suitcases. The following morning, Sylvia left home.
"Wow!" Sid exclaimed. "God, you're good at that! You'd better be careful, baby, or you'll make me pop my nuts like this!"
That's just what I want, you fool! Sylvia thought. She increased the pressure of her suction on his straining, throbbing prick and began moving her mouth up and down the length of his rod faster.
Okay, Sid thought, I've warned her. When he first saw Sylvia's fantastic body, his only thought had been to ram his cock into her golden nest and fuck her until she begged him to stop! This desire was still with him, but the thought of shooting his load into her throat was equally exciting! Few gals had ever sucked Sid's cock the way Sylvia was working it over! Her lips even seemed to nibble affectionately at the sensitive skin as they drew him up into her face. And those big firm tits of hers rubbing against his thighs were driving him crazy! Hell, if she likes to drink cum, I'll give her a mouth full, he thought as he relaxed and completely gave himself over to her hungry, exciting, mouth!
Sylvia knew he was getting close. She could feel the blood pounding in the swollen veins that laced his thick shaft. His balls were pulsing in her palm and she caressed them more vigorously to urge him on.
The thirty-five-year-old woman was not proud of what she was doing. She punished herself by reminding herself that she was nothing but a whore. She was sucking this flabby old man's puny cock in order to get a recording date. How was that any different from going to bed with strange men for money? By degrading herself this way, Sylvia was able to endure these moments that were so distasteful to her. Suck him, whore, she chided herself! Suck his cock and drain his balls! That's all you 're good for!
Sid watched the pretty blonde's head bob up and down in his lap. He saw his thick cock spearing her tender mouth and felt the warm breath escaping from her flared nostrils waft across his excited organ. Christ, can she suck cock!
"Hey! HEY!" he gasped when his testicles suddenly boiled over to send his molten juice rocketing through his cock into her mouth. "Yyyiiiiieeee!"
Sylvia forced back the gag building in her throat when she felt her mouth siddenly flooded with his hot semen. It splashed against her cheeks and oozed down her throat. She continued sucking as hard as she could on the spurting, jerking, pole in her mouth, drawing his passion from his body drop by drop.
When she felt the throbbing in his prick subside, Sylvia slowly withdrew it from her flooded mouth. She looked directly into his eyes as she executed an exaggerated swallow and then lewdly licked her lips.
"God, that was good!" Sid sighed.
"Your prick was so delicious, I couldn't stop," she said softly. "I really like that, Sid," she cooed. "It turns me on!"
"How about you?" Sid remarked, reaching down and pulling her luscious body up on the bed beside him. "Aren't you hot?"
"God, yes!" she lied. "I want you to fuck me!"
"Well, baby, you see...." Sid stammered. "You know, at my age it takes a while to get a second hard-on. How about me eating your cunt? You like that?"
"No," she pouted. "I like it, but I want your dick in me."
"Gee, baby...." he said.
"I understand, Sid," she said sweetly. "We'll save it for next time. You owe me a good fucking!"
"And old Sid always pays his debts, Sylvia!" Sid replied gratefully. "When will you be on the coast?"
"I close here next week," she sighed. "We'll make it some time after the fifteenth, okay?"
"You bet!" Sid agreed.
"When shall we schedule the recording date, darling?" she asked almost casually. They both knew why they were naked on the bed together, but they both played by the rules of the game. By pretending he was leaving her frustrated, Sylvia had increased her slight edge in the game.
"You'll want to rehearse with our studio orchestra, won't you?" he asked, still savoring the great blow-job she had given him.
"Sure," Sylvia replied.
"Why not schedule rehearsal for the seventeenth, then?" he said. "We can see how it goes and then set the recording date."
"Great," Sylvia sighed. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this break, Sid."
"You deserve it, baby!"
"And I'm not going to forget that you owe me a real ball, so you save up for me!"
CHAPTER TWO
Sylvia stood quietly in the cemetery watching them lower the casket into the grave. It seemed so unreal! She remembered the telephone call that came immediately following her last show on Friday evening at the Playboy Club in Atlanta. The strange, impersonal, voice of the police officer in Kansas City advised her that her younger sister, May, had died in an automobile accident. Then there was the long distance call from May's lawyer and the hurried conference with the manager of the club.
The manager had been understanding and allowed her to leave one day before her contract was up. The comedian who was scheduled to follow her had arrived early and agreed to fill in for her on her last night.
Sylvia had cried on the flight to Kansas City. May, who was two years younger than Sylvia, had always been so cheerful and full of life! Sylvia knew that May had her share of problems. Her husband, Mark Taber, had been reported missing in Vietnam and was now presumed dead.
Sylvia glanced at the young boy standing beside her and saw tears running down his cheeks. She reached in her purse and handed the boy a Kleenex. Twelve-year-old Johnny Taber was a lean, handsome boy. He had May's eyes and mouth and his father's dark wavy hair.
The thirty-five-year-old singer hadn't even considered the problem of May's child until her sister's lawyer had explained that Sylvia was now the child's closest living relative. Mark Taber had been raised in an orphanage, so the child had no paternal relatives. And May's parents were both gone now, leaving Sylvia as the boy's only family.
The funeral services concluded and the small group of May's friends who had come began to leave. They offered their condolences to Sylvia and Johnny and Sylvia wondered if the procession would ever end!
Sylvia was glad she wasn't driving on the ride back to May's apartment! Thoughts flashed through her mind like bolts of lightning! Disjointed, frightening, disquieting thoughts about the sudden change that was about to take place in her life filled her with something very close to terror!
She had never been close to May, not even in their childhood. And since she ran away from home, Sylvia had only seen May twice. May had visited Sylvia once when she went to Los Angeles to see Mark off for Vietnam. Sylvia hadn't even met Mark! And the two sisters had spent an afternoon together when Sylvia played a onernight stand at a political fund-raising event in Kansas City. That was the only time she had ever seen May's son before today! And now she had to raise the boy!
Sylvia's heart pounded in her chest as the twelve-year-old boy clung tightly to her hand as they climbed the stairs to May's apartment. Her soul went out to the child. She understood how much he needed somebody to cling to. First his father in that stupid, unreal war! And now his mother.
"Are you hungry, Johnny?"
"I ... I guess so," the twelve-year-old boy replied.
"Well, I'm afriad I'm not much of a cook," Sylvia said.
"You eat out a lot, don't you?" the boy asked. "I mean, when you're singing at a club, they feed you, don't they?"
"Well, that depends on the club, Johnny," Sylvia returned with a light laugh. "If it's a supper club, they often let the performers eat there free. If it's a cocktail lounge, we have to go somewhere else to eat. Yes, I guess I eat out most of the time. What say we go out somewhere for lunch?"
"Okay."
"Why don't you take that suit off and put on some regular clothes? Then you can tell me the best place to have lunch."
They took a taxi to a large drive-in near Johnny's school and the boy had a hamburger, shake, and French fries. Sylvia ordered the same, substituting coffee for the shake. Although she seldom dieted, she was careful about the number of calories she consumed every day.
They talked and got to know each other a little better. The boy seemed reluctant to open up with her, but he was fascinated with her life as an entertainer. Sylvia spent a good part of the afternoon relating her experiences and explaining how she traveled almost constantly.
"Gee, Sylvia, that sounds exciting!" Johnny exclaimed.
"Sometimes, Johnny," she replied with a smile. "But it can also be very boring at times."
"I've never been out of Kansas City," the boy said.
That evening, they watched television. Sylvia called a restaurant that delivered and had dinner sent in. Johnny went to bed at ten. It was after midnight when Sylvia climbed into her sister's bed. Her life in show business had accustomed her to retiring late and rising late. Sylvia had a form of self-hypnosis she used to go to sleep after a nerve-wracking day, but that night it failed her and she tossed and turned most of the night.
She awoke a little after ten the next morning and jumped out of bed when she realized she had less than an hour to dress and be at May's lawyer's office for their scheduled meeting. Her eyes looked dark and sunken, but Sylvia didn't care. She dressed, gulped down two cups of coffee, and took a cab downtown to the lawyer's office.
"As I suggested to you on the phone, Miss Sloan," Jason Peters said after they had exchanged greetings and comments about the funeral, "we simply have to face the situation. You are the child's only living relative. Unless, of course, his father is a prisoner of war. Consequently, we have three alternatives."
"The three you mentioned on the phone?" she asked.
"Precisely! You can take the boy and raise him as his aunt. You can place the boy in a boarding school. Or, if you refuse responsibility, we can have the boy declared a ward of the state."
"How much would it cost to send him to a boarding school?" Sylvia asked.
Jason Peters opened a file and began reading her the tuition costs at a number of boarding schools.
"I can't afford that!" Sylvia sighed. "Look, Mr. Peters, I'm just a nightclub singer. If after expenses I net fifteen thousand dollars, I've had a darned good year. Most years it's closer to ten thousand-and even less."
"I understand, Miss Sloan," Jason said patiently.
"And I travel a great deal of the time. I play a week here, two weeks there, a weekend somewhere else, and then I may not have any bookings for a month or more. What kind of a life is that for a boy? And what about his schooling? It's summer vacation now, but in September he has to go back to school!"
"Miss Sloan, I don't believe I have suggested that this is an ideal situation for either you or the boy. I think you simply must accept this as an act of fate. Don't others in your profession raise children?"
"Of course they do!" Sylvia replied helplessly. "Some even take their children on the road with them."
"Well?"
"Oh, you know very well I'm not going to make that child a ward of the state!" Sylvia sighed. "And I know it's no use arguing with you, Mr. Peters. I suppose I just have to cry on somebody's shoulder."
"I understand," he replied in a tone that made Sylvia want to scream at him not to be so condescending with her. "Now, perhaps we can cover some of the details? Or would you rather make it another day?"
"No, no," Sylvia said. "Let's get it over with now."
She signed a dozen papers for the lawyer and made notes to herself of the things he said had to be done. He would set up the special bank account for May's estate and she would sign all checks. She signed a claim against the insurance company who covered May's car, and signed a formal request to the United States Government to have Mark Taber declared legally deceased so that his son could receive his father's insurance. There were powers of attorney designed to enable Jason Peters in her behalf to file all legal documents with the state and local governments and Sylvia had never realized anything could be so involved and complicated.
Johnny was watching television when she arrived home with a bag full of fried chicken. They had lunch in the living room and Sylvia decided to explain everything to the twelve-year-old boy as best she could.
"So you're going to live with me," she commented after explaining about his father and mother. "Will you like that?"
"Sure!" the boy replied enthusiastically. "That is, if you want me."
"Why of course I want you, Johnny," she cried, putting her arms around the boy's neck and holding him close.
"Are you going to live here?" the boy asked.
"No, Johnny," she replied slowly. "You see, I have a place in Hollywood. It's small, but I'm sure we can find a larger apartment."
"Hollywood!" the boy said excitedly. "Wow! When will we go there?"
"We can go right away if you want," Sylvia said, smiling at the typical midwest reaction to the glamorous reputation of Hollywood.
"Tomorrow?"
"Well, maybe a couple of days. We have to pack everything here and give the apartment back to the manager."
"Gee, we can do that quick!"
And they did. Within three days they had everything either packed, sold, or donated to local charity. Friday night, Johnny said good-bye to all his friends and neighbors. On Saturday morning they boarded the nine o'clock flight to Los Angeles.
It was late afternoon by the time they arrived at Sylvia's studio apartment in the hills behind Hollywood. The small apartment gave her the first feeling of security she had experienced in over a week!
Sylvia liked her little apartment. It was small, but comfortable, and it suited her needs perfectly! She had a good, not spectacular, view of Hollywood on a clear day, and the area was quiet and pleasant. It was an old building, but that was one of the reasons she loved it. It had character, and the thick walls kept her from hearing noises from the other apartments. Best of all, the rent was only one hundred fifty a month!
"See if there are any Cokes in the ice box," Sylvia said, "while I check the mail and bring up the other suitcase."
"I can carry it," the boy protested.
"That's okay, Johnny," Sylvia said. "I have to get the mail anyway."
Sylvia collected the pile of accumulated mail from the manager's apartment and advised him that Johnny would be living with her in the apartment.
With the suit cases piled in the middle of the living room floor, Sylvia and Johnny sat on the couch and had a refreshing cold Coke. She sorted through the mail quickly. The bulk, as usual, consisted of junk mail. She disposed of it, stacked the bills on the coffee table, and opened an envelope from Super Ace Records. It was a confirmation of her rehearsal on the seventeenth. Sid Costerman was organized and efficient!
"Well," Sylvia sighed, "I suppose we'd better get organized. I'm tired!"
"So am I," the twelve-year-old boy said.
"It was a long trip," Sylvia remarked, knowing that in her case it was a good deal more. The ordeal she had been through for the past week had worn her out. She had literally functioned on nervous energy, and now that she was in her own place once again she was letting down rapidly. "Why don't you watch TV while I straighten things out? Then we'll combine a trip to the supermarket with going out for a bite to eat."
"Okay," the boy replied, walking over to the television set in the corner and sitting on the floor in front of the screen like a penitent praying before a sacred idol.
Sylvia went into the bedroom and began clearing three drawers in her bureau so that Johnny would have a place to put his things. Closet space for the boy was relatively simple to arrange. The small apartment had a giant, walk-in closet, a luxury modern architects seldom indulged in, and Sylvia's clothes were spread out. She moved some of her things to one side and made room for the boy's clothes.
Sleeping arrangements were something else. The apartment was one huge room with separate kitchen and bathroom. The tenant who had the apartment before installed a room divider, using a tall Oriental screen to separate a small but comfortable bedroom from the living area. In furnishing the apartment piece by piece over several years, Sylvia had finally filled the rooms to the point that not one more piece could be added.
She had a double bed, which all but crowded the small bedroom area. The Danish modern sofa in the living room was too narrow to serve as a bed-at least on any permanent basis. It was also uncomfortably slanted. Sylvia several times had napped on the couch and always found herself slowly sliding toward the back cushions.
If it weren't for the bed, she thought, we could make the apartment do comfortably for both of us. She could, of course, sell her couch and buy a sofa bed. Sylvia decided she would first look at larger apartments and then make her final decision. For the time being, one of them could sleep on the couch.
At six, Sylvia drove Johnny down to Tiny Naylor's drive-in on Sunset where they had heaping bowls of Tiny's famous chili and grilled cheese sandwiches. Then they went to the supermarket and she laid in a supply of cereals, milk, frozen dinners, coffee and Cokes.
It was after ten when they finally finished unpacking and putting everything away. Sylvia couldn't believe she was so tired so early!
"Johnny," she said as he flicked off the TV set and stood up, "how about you sleeping on the sofa tonight?"
"Okay," the boy replied with a notable lack of enthusiasm.
"It's just that I only have one bed," Sylvia explained. "Or, I'll tell you what. I'll sleep on the sofa if you'd rather have the bed."
"Well...." the young boy faltered.
"Out with it, Johnny," Sylvia said with a warm smile. "What's bothering you?"
"Gee, I don't know," the boy responded. "I guess it's all sort of new. Couldn't I sleep with you? I don't snore," he added hastily.
The suggestion caught Sylvia off balance. She hadn't considered the possibility because she had slept alone for so many years. And the boy wasn't exactly a baby! Yet she could understand the boy's anxiety about a new, strange, place. Events had ripped every shred of his security away from him.
He's lost his father and mother, and now he was even in a strange city with a woman he barely knew.
"Of course!" she replied with a warm laugh. "That will be fun! Why don't you get ready for bed while I make coffee for in the morning?"
Sylvia prepared the coffee so it would be ready to plug in when she awoke, then went into the bedroom to find the twelve-year-old boy already in bed with the covers pulled up around his neck. She searched through her drawers for a nylon nightgown she had bought the year before. Sylvia was in the habit of sleeping nude, but she knew she couldn't do that with the young boy in the same bed. She finally found the nightgown folded beneath some tennis shorts and she took it into the bathroom and got ready for bed.
Johnny was still awake when Sylvia climbed into bed beside him.
"Aren't you sleepy?" she asked as she reached over to turn the light off.
"Yes," the boy replied with a choked sob.
Sylvia's heart went out to the twelve-year-old boy. She could tell that everything was. at last crashing in on him. Sylvia put her arms around him and hugged him.
"We'll have lots of fun together," she said softly. "You'll see! Maybe we'll even go over to one of the studios and watch them make movies. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes!" the boy said enthusiastically.
"We'll have loads of fun, Johnny," she said soothingly. "Remember what I told you-I'm not going to take your mother's place. I'm just your friend, and friends can have lots of fun together. Now get some sleep, darling," she added, kissing him on the cheek.
Both the thirty-five-year-old woman and the twelve-year-old boy were dead tired and they fell asleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER THREE
Sylvia awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. She glanced at the illuminated clock on the nightstand and saw that it was three a. m. As she climbed upward through the heavy vapors of deep sleep, she realized that there was a hand on her breast! The hand was not resting. Its small fingers were kneading and caressing her nipple!
She blinked her eyes in the dark room and realized that there was something hard and moist pressing against and jabbing at her thigh. Sylvia held her breath and was careful not to move as her conscious mind gradually awakened and tried to analyze the situation.
The street light outside the window bathed the room in a pale glow and as her eyes adjusted to the light Sylvia could see that the twelve-year-old boy was sound asleep and pressed tightly against her body. The covers had crept down and she could see his bare shoulders. She hadn't recognized it when she climbed into bed, but the boy was sleeping naked. She wondered if he had pajamas?
She wondered what was pressing and jabbing at her thigh, and instinctively the thirty-five-year-old woman knew that it was the boy's hard penis! And its moist warmth told her that he was aroused!
Sylvia remained perfectly still, wondering what to do. Obviously the young boy was experiencing a sexual urge. Sylvia had never even considered the fact that a boy of twelve could have a sex drive! Oh, she'd read about how all youngsters practiced masturbation, and she knew that it was a good healthy habit that should not be repressed or discouraged. If anything, masturbation should be encouraged as a healthy outlet for children.
What had May done? Sylvia wondered if her sister had allowed the boy to sleep with her? And how had she handled his young sex drive? May had always been very liberal in her views on sex. She and Mark had even been members of a swinging group before he was shipped overseas. So how had she handled Johnny's sex urges?
The twelve-year-old boy's hand on her breast was disturbing her. His caressing fingers sent strange new sensation coursing through her mature body. It was like a dozen tiny needles pricking her nervous system at the same time! And there was a small itch between her legs.
She wanted to move the boy's hand, but she didn't dare wake him. His breathing told her he was in a deep sleep. He's obviously dreaming, she told herself, living out a sex fantasy in his sleep. Or was it more than that? Sylvia remembered reading several serious books on human psychology and both remarked on the normal tendency to turn to sex when a human being was under stress. Sex served as both a form of identity and security for most people. This had never been true in Sylvia's life, but she was painfully aware that her attitude toward sex was not normal.
Sylvia considered it for a long moment, struggling to make her body remain still as the itch in her groin became more demanding. She decided that the boy was acting completely normal. He was threatened and frightened, and he was seeking security through his budding sex drive.
Could she help the troubled boy relieve the tension in his tortured little body? Careful not to move the covers, she brought her hand down to her thigh. She felt the moist hardness of his sex organ brush against the tips of her fingers. Bringing her hand up slowly, she gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
It was much bigger than she had expected! She smiled to herself when she realized how little she knew about young boys. The prick in her hand was not as large as those she had seen on grown men, yet it was by no means tiny! It was long and slender, and every bit as hard as that of a mature male.
A low moan came from the young boy's throat as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing, excited, organ, and for a minute Sylvia thought Johnny would wake up. Instead, his breathing remained slow and deep, but his hips seemed to jerk with increasing fervor to rub his prick in her warm hand.
Remaining perfectly still, Sylvia experienced a series of strange sensations in her body. Her heart seemed to beat faster, and the muscles in her thighs became tense. When she felt the juices in her cunt begin to flow, Sylvia realized that she was becoming aroused for one of the rare times in her life! She quickly dismissed this from her mind with the justification that she felt sympathetic for the young boy.
She increased the tension of her grip on the boy's prick and again heard a low moan escape from his sleeping throat. Sylvia knew that the boy was going through an uncomfortable hell, that he needed to release the pent-up frustration in his young body in order to find some security in his strange new situation. She moved her hand gently, stroking his pulsing young shaft.
Sylvia realized that she could help the boy, and if she was careful, he'd never know. It would happen in his sleep, like a pleasant dream.
Still holding his throbbing little cock in her warm hand, Sylvia began slipping the covers back carefully. It seemed to take forever, but she didn't want to wake the sleeping child from his exciting erotic dream.
When she had the covers free from their bodies, Sylvia looked down to see the boy's organ in her hand. She almost gasped when she recognized that his prick was actually longer than the width of her hand. Yet it was so slender, almost like a young stalk of asparagus!
Without stopping to consider what she was doing, Sylvia knew she wanted to kiss the darling young boy's penis. It was not a conscious thought, but a subconscious desire. In Sylvia's conscious mind the vague thought that she wanted to ease the youth's sexual tension and give him a sign of her affection covered what she wanted to do.
Johnny's young hand presented a problem. It was holding her breast firmly and his fingers continued their sensual massage of her nipple. Sylvia was forced to admit to herself that she found the contact pleasant, even stimulating. She was reluctant to stop his fondling of her breast, and she certainly did not want to chance awakening the child. So she moved her body almost an inch at a time, slowly turning around so that she was roughly at a forty-five degree angle from the youth's straining groin. In this position, the thirty-five-year-old woman had her face directly in front of the twelve-year-old boy's crotch, and yet he still held her breast in his warm little hand.
Sylvia took pride in the fact that she had been able to accomplish her move without disturbing the child's slumber even for a second. His breathing remained steady and his eyes were tightly shut.
Sylvia held her breath while she studied the young boy's sex organ. She held his pulsing shaft in her hand just inches from her hungry eyes. Sylvia could not explain it, but Johnny had the most beautiful, most precious, cock she had ever seen. It was perhaps a little over five inches long in its present erect, straining state. The skin was smooth and tender, soft yet vibrant to her touch. It had a freshness, perhaps a virginity, Sylvia had never seen in a man's prick before.
Her eyes focused on the swollen head of his organ. It was bright pink from its excitement and the friction of rubbing against her leg. She saw a small drop of clear liquid forming like a tiny tear in the small hole at the end of his rod.
Sylvia's body trembled with an excitement she had never before experienced in her troubled life. She felt her nipple grow hard beneath the boy's caressing fingers, and the itch between her legs seemed to grow more demanding by the minute!
She studied the beginning growth of his pubic hair. It was like a dark fuzz beginning to circle the slender base of his shaft. Everything about his sex was so cute and exciting! His small testicles rested beneath his throbbing penis. They were enclosed in a smooth, tight sac, not the hairy, wrinkled scrotums she had seen on older men.
Sylvia stared at his young genitals for what seemed like an eternity. All of her senses seemed to be awakened with a strange excitement! She inhaled deeply of the aroma of the boy's crotch. It wasn't that heavy, acrid odor she had smelled so often with men. This was light, like a vaguely masculine cologne with a hint of sweetness!
The tear in the small slit at the tip of his prick was now full and ready to drop. Sylvia brought her head forward and darted her tongue out to lick the precious liquid from the boy's straining sex. It dripped to her tongue naturally and she drew it into her mouth like a hummingbird drinks the nectar of a lovely flower.
The thirty-five-year-old woman let the boy's prick juice permeate her taste buds and inundate her mouth with its deliciously fresh flavor. It had the masculine salty taste, yet there was so much more to it! It was like an exciting liquor, a blend of fresh, delicious flavors that combined to make a heady cocktail!
She could feel his heart pounding in the veins of his penis, and his jerking little hips told her that his excitement was rapidly increasing. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she gently brought the inflated head of his slender spear to her soft, pliant lips. Sylvia had to repress a moan of pleasure when she felt his pulsing organ pressed against her mouth. She could not understand what was happening to her, and she didn't care. At this point in time, Sylvia's entire concentration was wrapped up in the twelve-year-old boy's cock!
She parted her lips and pressed them lovingly around the hot, moist head, kissing it affectionately as she slowly drew it into her hot mouth. She darted her tongue into the slit, hoping to sip more nectar from his young body. The thin coat of lubricating fluid that coated his cute little cock drifted into her taste buds and made her taut flesh tingle!
Sylvia brought her head down until she could feel the silken tufts of his youthful fuzz tickling the tip of her nose. She rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her inner cheeks and ran her tongue excitedly around the slender shaft.
When she heard a low moan come from the boy's sleeping lips, she stopped and held her mouth still. She was so afraid she would wake the sleeping child! But his breathing remained steady and she again began sucking his darling little pecker.
Johnny awakened quietly, without moving or making a sound. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew she was doing something to him-something exciting, something that felt so good! Cautiously, he opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the pale light in the room. He looked down and saw that she had his prick in her mouth and the fire in his loins became a raging inferno!
He had heard about this, even seen photos of it that some of the boys at school had. The older guys always talked about getting a blow-job, and Johnny knew that it was the ultimate to expect and seek. And from the thunderous desire that was crashing through his body at this moment, Johnny understood why!
Suddenly, the boy realized that he had Sylvia's tit in his hand! In his youthful mind, tits were the center of the sexual universe! The girls with the biggest tits at school were always the most sought after, regardless of whether they were pretty or not. And Sylvia had the best set of tits the young boy had ever seen! They were so big, so firm, so pointed!
The realization that he actually held a tit in his hand and was playing with it made the twelve-year-old boy's flesh tremble! He had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning out loud.
Was this what she meant when she said they could have loads of fun together? God, he hoped so! He had just started masturbating a few months ago and he was steeped in the mysteries of his body and his young animal desires.
His eyes darted back to his crotch and an ache shot through him when he saw her draw his rigid pole in and out of her warm, moist mouth. He could feel her pliant, soft lips rub against the length of his shaft as she ran it in and out of her throat!
Instinctively, the boy knew that he was supposed to be asleep, that he wasn't supposed to know what she was doing to his boycock. Some inner warning told him that if she saw he was awake she would stop the exciting things she was doing. So he closed his eyes and pretended that he was sound asleep. The difficult part was breathing slowly and deeply. He had been able to do that whenever he wanted his mother to think he was asleep, but it was different now because he was so excited! He continued playing with her exciting tit and gave himself over to the thrilling experience she was giving him.
Sylvia was unaware that the boy had awakened. In fact, Sylvia was not aware of anything other than her own excitement as she dedicated herself to sucking the boy's darling prick. The slender stalk in her mouth held a strange power over her, a power she had never experienced before.
Sylvia Sloan's only sexual release had been through occasional masturbation over a twenty-year period. The arousal and satsifaction she received from her infrequent autoeroticism was minimal because she attached an emotional guilt to these acts and because she usually felt a strong need to humiliate her sexual being.
From the psychology she had studied, Sylvia realized that this was a form of self punishment she imposed on herself. It was all involved with the twisted belief that her sexual being was responsible for the gang rape she had experienced. Years ago, Sylvia had discarded a deep understanding of herself in the belief that it was all too painful and much too complicated. She had reached a compromise existence and she would simply have to be satisfied with what she had!
The things that were happening to her body at that very moment were too strong to be denied! There was a stirring in her cunt and a surging in her veins that was twice as strong as anything she had ever created with her hand between her legs!
The thirty-five-year-old woman realized that the young boy was also becoming very excited. She could feel his heart beating faster and faster. The pounding transferred to her mouth through his pulsating prick! She reached up and cupped his tender young balls in her hand, holding and caressing them like precious jewels. She could feel his surging excitement there! It seemed like a small ocean were swirling around inside.
Holding his cock tight in her fingers, she began sucking him with even greater determination! It gradually dawned on her that she was enjoying sucking a cock for the first time in her life! She wanted to feel his warm milk fill her mouth. She didn't dread it or worry about gagging. She wanted it. She thirsted for it! She wanted to drink the child's young passion, to drain it drop by drop for his body to relieve his tension and make him feel good. She wanted to show him how much she loved him.
The thought excited her, made the temperature in her quaking body rise even higher. Love! This is what the boy needed, what his little heart was crying out for! And what more natural way could the boy express his need than through his natural sexual instinct?
Wasn't he expressing his love for her with her hand kneading and caressing her breast??? Sylvia had suddenly become very conscious of the sensitivity of her nipple in his marvelously warm hand. All of the sexual impulses in her body seemed to be drawn to her nipple by a strong magnetic force. Her clitoris, vagina, her entire sexual organism, was now concentrated in her nipple and she was more excited than she had ever been in her life!
Sylvia attacked his throbbing prick hungrily. She licked and caressed the darling shaft in her mouth. She scraped her teeth ever so lightly over the taut skin that covered his sexual muscle. She dipped the point of her tongue into the narrow ridge just below the swollen head. The she began bobbing her head up and down and devoured the exciting flavor of his virginal organ as she pressed the head deep into her throat.
Johnny almost cried out with pleasure when he felt her begin to fondle his balls while she held his prick so excitingly in her mouth! Her hot, probing tongue was driving him crazy! He had never been this hot before the the vision he guarded before his closed eyes of the beautiful woman gliding his stiff rod in and out of her mouth made his testicles ache with a demand for release.
What was he supposed to do? Did she want him to shoot off in her mouth? What if it made her mad? The twelve-year-old boy wished he knew more about sex. He wished he could ask his friend Billy at school. But there was no time! He felt as if his entire body would explode at any minute.
Johnny reasoned that he was supposed to be asleep. If it made her mad, he could always apologize by saying that he was asleep and didn't know what was going on. Yes, that was what he would tell her!
Sylvia felt the young boy's body jerk violently as his muscles went through a series of sharp spasms. His steady breathing was interrupted by a loud moan, then the hot juices exploded from his young body with the force of a water hose! She caressed and pumped his balls as they expanded and contracted with each spurt of his passion.
His white semen squirted and squirted in what seemed like never-ending streams that splashed all over the interior of her mouth. She could feel it trickling down her throat and clinging to her inner cheeks. She felt it cover her tongue and flood her excited taste buds.
Before she knew what was happening, Sylvia experienced a series of tremors and then a small earthquake in her own body. It began in her nipple, in the taut, quivering, sensitive flesh beneath his caressing young fingers. It was like a friction igniting a long fuse that burned rapidly through her excited body. The charge began there, in her nipple, with a small, exciting explosion, but it didn't stop there. It rippled through her igniting ever increasing explosions as it made its way directly to her loins!
Sylvia moaned, the sound muffled almost completely by the straining organ she held so hungrily in her mouth. Her body trembled and jerked. She could feel her empty vagina expanding and contracting, and her vulva suddenly became very damp.
The thirty-five-year-old woman wondered at the beauty and mystery of it! She had experienced what she thought were orgasms, and she had always wondered why people dedicated themselves so to something so rather inconsequential. But this! This was so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced with her hand. This thing that had happened to her had a beauty all its own.
Gradually the twelve-year-old's prick stopped throbbing and contracting in her mouth. She licked it, sucked on it, tried to drain every delicious drop from his relaxing body. When she felt his shaft begin to deflate in her mouth, she let it slip slowly out between her soft lips. Then she began licking it like a cat cleaning its paws. She licked it clean and dry, and then licked his cute little balls she held in her hand.
Sylvia finally had to pull herself away from the darling little boy's crotch. Carefully and quietly, so not to wake the youth, she turned around and pulled the covers over their perspiring bodies.
More contented and relaxed than she had been in years, Sylvia dropped off into a deep, relaxing sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following morning, as he ate a bowl of cereal while she had toast and coffee, Johnny watched the older woman for some sign of what they had done the night before. He saw none, and he had to suppress his desire to tell her that he had been awake.
Sylvia experienced a brief surge of guilt as she showered, but when she saw the relaxed, calm, almost loving look on the young boy's face when she fixed breakfast, her worry vanished. In fact, the thirty-five-year-old woman took pride in the dramatic change that had taken place in the young boy's mood.
"What are we going to do today?" Johnny asked as he spread a thick coat of orange marmalade on a piece of toast.
"Well, Johnny," Sylvia replied, "I have a number of things to do. I have to see my agent.
And this afternoon I have to rehearse for a recording date. How would you like to see a movie studio?"
"Oh, boy!"
"Okay, I'll tell you what. They have regular tours at Universal Studios. You get to see everything and it's lots of fun. You have a guide and everything. Would you mind going alone while I go see my agent?"
"Sure!"
Sylvia called Manny and made an appointment, then drove Johnny over to Universal Studios and bought him a ticket for the next tour. The guide said the complete tour would take about four hours, so she gave the boy money for lunch and told him she would pick him up in the afternoon.
She finally found a place to park around the corner from Manny's office and walked into the old Taft Building on Hollywood Boulevard.
"So how's my favorite blonde songbird? Manny said with his usual greeting when she walked into his office.
"Fine, Manny. How's business?"
This had become a traditional greeting that allowed Manny Silverman to unload his daily frustrations. As she listened to his current gripes about the industry, Sylvia marveled at how he had not changed visibly in the ten years she had known him. Manny was short with broad shoulders that ruined the fit of any coat he wore. His collar always seemed to be turned up. and his tie was never straight. There wasn't a speck of gray in his curly black hair and Sylvia couldn't find a new wrinkle in his lined forehead. He always had a blue cast to his face from his heavy beard and his eyes seemed to dance a merry tune as he talked.
When she had first become a client, Manny had made a pass at Sylvia. She turned him down politely and every since their relationship had been like father and daughter.
When Manny concluded his dialogue on unworthy producers, Sylvia explained her new situation.
"Boy!" Manny exclaimed, "I sure don't envy you none having to raise a kid."
"It's either that or let them put him in an orphanage," Sylvia replied.
"Yeah, that's a bad scene all right! But how are you going to raise him and send him to school when you're on the road?"
"I don't know, Manny. That's why I wanted to talk to you," Sylvia sighed. "Is there any way I can play clubs here while school is on and then go on the road during summer vacations?"
"Sylvia baby, you know how many clubs here hire singers!" Manny said with an expansive wave of his short arms. "You'll starve to death!"
"How about Vegas, then?" she asked. "I could move up there."
"Vegas is a possibility," Manny conceded. "Tough, but a possibility. If I could get you enough bookings, you might be able to work three or four months in the winter up there."
"Is that all?" Sylvia asked with a sinking heart.
"Maybe. Look, I just booked Mary Lou up there. They made no bones about it honey. When they auditioned her they told her they were looking for full-time whores who could dance a little. That ain't your scene."
"Mary Lou look at it?"
"She's gotta eat, don't she?"
"I didn't know it was that bad."
"Well, Mary Lou ain't heavy in the talent department, you know?"
"Like me," Sylvia remarked.
"Don't sell yourself short, Sylvia," Manny exclaimed seriously. "A Doris Day or Mitzi Gaynor you ain't, but you've been booked pretty steady for-how many years is it?"
"Thirteen."
"Yeah, thirteen years. How many acts in show business can claim they've worked steady for thirteen years? You've got a good little voice and a nice show. That's why I can keep you booked."
"Well, what in the hell am I going to do with this boy?" Sylvia asked.
"Give me time," Manny replied. "Just give me time to think it out. We'll figure out something."
"You think you can, Manny?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, maybe. Anyway, you leave me worry it for a while."
Sylvia blushed a little as she told him about her recording date with Super Ace. Sylvia had been around Manny long enough to realize that very little in show business happened that Manny didn't know the inside story about. She was sure he realized she had balled Costerman to get the date.
"You watch that sonofabitch!" Manny said, wagging his finger at her. "He chews pretty girls up and farts them out every day!"
"I thought it might be a break," she said defensively.
"Yeah, maybe. Remember, you sing sexy love ballads. That market is jealously cornered by the big names, baby. To break in with a disc today, you've gotta have a gimmick-a novelty song, something new and different. Otherwise, you're competing with Streisand and them, and that's suicide!"
"Should I back out of the date?" she asked. "No! You know how hard a record deal is to come by, Sylvia," Manny replied quickly. "It's just that you shouldn't expect too much and you won't get hurt. Costerman is a goddamn shark who loves to swim in shallow puddles, that's all."
"Okay, Manny, and thanks for the warning," Sylvia said and smiled.
"Hey, I almost forgot!" Manny exclaimed, shuffling through the hopeless pile of papers on top of his desk. "I've booked you a spot on the Merv Griffin show. You sing one song and gab for twenty minutes. Three hundred and sixty bucks is all, but it's good exposure."
"When?"
"Let's see," Manny said, looking through the contract, "on the twentieth. It's taped. You get there early in the morning for rehearsals."
"Okay," Sylvia replied. "And, Manny, you'll work on seeing what can be done about a new schedule?"
"Yeah, yeah, Sylvia," Manny responded. "Just leave me worry it."
Johnny was waiting at the entrance of Universal Studios when Sylvia drove up. From the moment he climbed in the car, the twelve-year-old boy gave a mile-a-minute, excited, report on all he had seen. Sylvia basked in the warm glow of the boy's enthusiasm. He was so filled with the wonder of how movies were made! She remembered the first time she had seen the studios and how excited she had been to learn the mechanics behind the seeming miracles of motion picture production. It was like entering another world!
By the time they reached the apartment in Hollywood Hills, Sylvia realized that she would have to dash to make the scheduled rehearsal at Super Ace. She grabbed her suitcase full of arrangements and told Johnnny to watch TV while she was gone.
"Can't I go to rehearsal with you?" the twelve-year-old boy asked.
"Maybe later, Johnny," Sylvia said, kissing him on the forehead. "This is my first time at Super Ace and I don't know their rules about visitors. If I'm late, put a TV dinner into the oven for yourself. Cook it at three hundred and fifty degrees for about forty-five minutes, okay?"
"Okay," the disappointed boy replied with a pout.
Sylvia used Franklin and avoided the evening traffic on Hollywood Boulevard. She had two minutes to spare when she pulled into the parking lot behind the recording studio. The receptionist sent her directly to the rehearsal studio and Sylvia found the orchestra waiting for her. She apologized for being late and talked to the conductor about the material she would use. They went through her arrangements and selected three songs.
She listened to the studio orchestra perform a run through of her arrangement and then stepped up to the microphone to check voice levels for the technicians in the booth. For some reason, Sylvia's nerves .were on edge and her tension was obvious when they played back the tape of her first number.
"Let's take a break," the conductor said, "and have another shot at it."
"Hey, Sylvia!"
Sylvia turned around and recognized Pete Henson, a drummer she had worked with several times in clubs. She was embarrassed she hadn't recognized him in the band when she arrived!
"Pete!"
"Hi, sweetheart!" Pete said, coming up and putting his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, let's share a number. You were so uptight on that one your voice wavered. You need to space out, hang loose!"
"Gee, Pete, I don't know what went wrong! Was it terrible?"
"Not even that good." Pete laughed, leading her to a deserted corner of the studio and lighting a number of high-grade grass. He handed it to Sylvia with a smile. "Imported. Next thing to real hash.
Sylvia had smoked marijuana several times and found it pleasantly relaxing, but she had never made it a regular habit because life had enough hassles without the law breathing down her back. And because use of marijuana was notoriously high in the entertainment business, pot could prove to be the downfall of a regular user. She accepted the burning cigarette and took a long, slow drag.
"Isn't that beautiful stuff?" Pete commented. "Keep it, baby. I've got plenty. Here, toss a couple in your purse."
"What was I doing wrong back there?" Sylvia asked, waiting and praying that the grass would relax her tight nerves.
"Pressing," Pete replied. "Like you were working against us, you know? Ease up and let the band back you. How've you been?"
"Fine," Sylvia replied, taking a third long drag on the dope. "And you? What're you doing working for a studio?"
"Working for a studio," Pete said and laughed. "Good pay. No road expenses. It's like a vacation."
"You like it, then?" she asked, feeling a wonderously warm cloud descending on her.
"It's shit!" Pete said. "I'm splitting here next week to join Peterson's band for a stint at Lake Tahoe and points east."
"Gee, that's great, Pete!" Sylvia replied, her entire body now losing its tension. "I don't guess you need a blonde singer."
"Sherry warbles for Peterson, honey. She's been living with him for three years. That's some sort of a record for him. I guess she must be a hot number in the sack."
Sylvia inhaled deeply on the grass and carefully snuffed it out in an ashtray Pete held out for her. She smiled when she saw him pick out the roach and slip it into his shirt pocket.
The second run-through was vastly improved and by the time they did the number again, the men in the booth indicated they were ready for a take. Sylvia was pleased with the final recording and she joined Pete for another relaxing smoke of grass before they began with the second number.
It amazed Sylvia how smoothly and quickly they ran through the second and third numbers. She was completely relaxed and her voice was at its very best. Even her phrasing seemed to take on a new dimension. The rehearsals were finished by seven-thirty and Sylvia was so pleasantly spaced out Pete had to help her load up her arrangements. He offered to drive her home, but she refused.
Once she was behind the wheel of her car, the thirty-five-year-old woman was beginning to doubt the wisdom of driving herself home. It felt like she had a tight band wrapped around her head. She felt so light and gay it was like she didn't have a care in the world!
Cautiously, she eased-her car into the traffic and drove along very slowly in the right hand lane. Sylvia had been on trips before, but nothing like this. She felt like she had wings and could fly with the angels.
When other motorists began honking at her, she speeded up. A glance at the speedometer, which told her she had been driving fifteen miles an hour in the heavy evening traffic, sent her into hysterical giggles.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she pulled into the parking area next to her apartment house. Somehow, she had managed to make it home in one piece.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sylvia smiled to herself about Johnny's rapt attention to the TV set.. When she arrived, he greeted her with a quick "Hi!" and immediately returned to the movie he was watching. She had just placed a pizza in the oven when it was commercial time on TV and Johnny came scurrying into the kitchen to spend two minutes and forty seconds asking her all about the rehearsal. He timed his return to the TV set perfectly to view the resumption of the movie. Sylvia surprised herself by devouring the entire pizza she had baked. She hadn't realized how hungry she was! She carried on animated conversations with the boy during commercials.
By ten o'clock, she felt the warm glow that surrounded her begin to diminish, but she wasn't ready to come off her lovely, relaxing, trip! She remembered the rolled-up grass Pete had put in her purse and she searched for one and lighted it. She contented herself with four deep drags, then snuffed the remainder of the number out carefully and retrieved the roach to save for another day She had no sooner returned to sit on the couch in the living room than Johnny flipped the TV off.
"The movie finished?" she asked quietly, feeling the head band tighten around her skull.
"Yeah, and now all that's on is the news," Johnny said. "Besides, it's getting late."
"Tired?"
"A little," Johnny replied. "What time do you usually go to bed, Sylvia?"
"Late, darling," she said and laughed. "Very late. When I'm working, I seldom get to bed before two or three in the morning."
"You must sleep late, huh?"
"Till ten or eleven, when I'm working," she said. "What time are you supposed to go to bed, Johnny?"
"Mom always made me go to bed at ten," the boy replied honestly. "But half the time I wasn't tired. And in the summer, when there's no school, I got to stay up till eleven some nights.
"That's nice," Sylvia said sweetly, her mind now floating high above her body.
"You sure look happy," Johnny remarked.
"I am happy, Johnny darling!" Sylvia sighed. "Oh, so happy!"
"Can I sleep with you again tonight?" the boy asked, his voice betraying a little anxiety.
"Well I mean, I just. You know...." the boy stammered.
"Come on, Johnny, let's get ready for bed!" She sighed, pulling herself off the couch and taking the twelve-year-old boy's hand to lead him into the bedroom.
Everything had a dream-like quality for Sylvia as she turned down the covers and chatted with the boy. She seemed to be moving in slow motion. Sylvia spent the longest time trying to find her nightgown before she remembered putting it in the washing machine because of several stains the young boy's erotic pressing against her had caused. The washing machines were in the basement of the apartment house and Sylvia did not feel like going after her nightgown.
She chose a robe and went into the bathroom to change. When she returned to the bedroom, she found the boy in bed with the covers pulled up to his neck.
"Don't you have any pajamas?" she asked when she saw his naked shoulders.
"No," he replied. "I always sleep naked."
"So do it," Sylvia said and laughed.
"Then why do you have a robe on?" the twelve-year-old boy asked.
"Well ... modesty, I guess." She giggled, the warm cloud holding her body and caressing her mind. The invitation to take her robe off was not lost on the thirty-five-year-old woman. Obviously, the boy wanted to see her naked body.
"Mom always said that people shouldn't be ashamed of their bodies," Johnny remarked quietly.
"And she was right, Johnny!" Sylvia agreed, standing beside the double bed and gazing down at the darling boy's innocent face.
"So you don't have to wear a robe for me," he said as seriously as he could.
"But you're all covered up with the blanket, sweetheart," Sylvia teased warmly.
"That's just because I didn't know if it embarrassed you," Johnny said, whipping the covers off his body with a lightning quick flick of his young arm.
Sylvia blushed as her bold eyes darted directly to the boy's crotch. His cute prick was limp and rested on his thigh. Why did it seem to attract her like a magnet? When she looked up, she found him staring intently into her eyes. The thirty-five-year-old singer recognized that they were playing a game and that he had made the first move and now expected her to follow his lead.
She hesitated for a moment. But why not? she thought. After all, we're going to be living together in a small apartment. No matter how careful we are, we're bound to see each other naked at times. And why be embarrassed? Wouldn't it be better to be completely natural with each other? It would certainly make our life together easier!
The euphoria of her trip seemed to heighten as she made her decision and reached down to loosen the belt on her robe. Every movement of her body seemed like a luxurious adventure. Even breathing had an exciting quality of its own.
She watched the boy's face as she opened her robe and exposed her voluptuous body to his young gaze. The obvious excitement in his eyes thrilled her and made her flesh tingle. She jutted her breasts out as she threw her arms back to let the robe slide down her back and fall to the floor. At that moment, her eyes were drawn once again to his young groin. A smile spread upon her face as she saw his prick jump to attention. One moment it was resting on his cute young thigh, and the next moment it was standing straight up in the air like an arrow.
The sight of his rigid young organ ignited the chemistry in Sylvia's body. She felt her pulse quicken and the beginnings of a familiar itch between her full thighs sent sparks crashing against her nerve endings.
"My, my," she said softly as she stretched out on the bed beside the boy, "You're quite a young man, aren't you?"
She saw the boy blush and she realized that she shouldn't tease him. He didn't understand the workings of his body. For that matter, Sylvia wondered if she really understood the workings of her own body. The reactions she had to this child's body were new and strange to her.
"Golly, you sure are pretty!" he said and sighed.
"Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" Sylvia asked.
"No."
"Does it embarrass you?"
"No."
"How does it make you feel?" Sylvia asked.
"Excited," he responded softly. "It makes ... it makes my penis hurt."
"Please, Johnny, don't call it your penis," Sylvia said with a tiny shudder running through her body when she heard that hated term that had been pounded at her in the rape trial until she wanted to scream. "Call it your prick, or cock, or pecker-anything but penis!"
"What do you call yours?" the boy asked.
"My pussy, or my cunt, even my bush, box, or twat," she replied. "Haven't you heard those words before?"
"Oh, sure! I just didn't know what you used," he said.
"Anything but penis and vagina," she said. "I hate those words! They're so ... so antiseptic." And so legal, she thought.
"Can I ... can I touch your ... pussy?" he asked in a small voice.
"Do you want to?" she replied softly.
"Oh, yes!" the boy cried.
"And can I touch your cock?" she said.
"Yes!"
Goose pimples broke out on Sylvia's flesh when she felt the young boy's hand gently touch her pubic mound. His small fingers probing her nest were so exciting. She reached over and casually grasped his rigid prick in her hand. "Does your cock hurt much?" she asked.
"Every night," the boy said, dipping his fingers into the moist warmth of her pussy.
"Do you know how to play with yourself?" Sylvia asked, her breathing becoming heavier as her passion began to build.
"Sure. Mom taught me how to jack-off," the boy replied. "She said if I didn't, I'd grow up with hang-ups about sex."
"She was right, Johnny," Sylvia responded in a dreamy voice as she slowly began stroking the child's darling cock. The warm cloud she was drifting on seemed to move ever so slowly. For a moment, Sylvia's mind seemed to lift free of her prone body to hover over the bed. She looked down and saw the boy and woman stretched out beside each other, each with a hand at the other's crotch, and the vision sent tiny darts racing through her veins. The scene was so natural.
Then the young boy's probing fingers brushed over her sensitive clitoris and the thirty-five-year-old woman's body trembled!
"Do you play with yourself a lot, darling?" she asked in a distant voice.
"Almost every night," he said excitedly, "And sometimes in the daytime, too."
"Is it fun?"
"Yes," he replied in a small voice. "But I like what you're doing to me now better!"
"Would you rather have me do it for you?" she asked.
"Oh, yes! he responded immediately. "Do you ... do you play with yourself, Sylvia? Mom did."
"Sometimes," Sylvia said slowly. "Can I do it for you?" he asked excitedly. "I want to really-honestly!"
"Well," she replied softly, "I don't know...."
"Oh, please!"
"Do you know how?" Sylvia asked. "No, but you can show me! Please!"
Sylvia couldn't resist the boy's eagerness. His little heart was beating like a kettle drum in the straining shaft of his prick in her hand, and the pleading tone of his voice made her heart cry out to him.
"All right," she said in what was almost a whisper.
"Tell me!" he said quickly. "Can I kiss you there?"
"Kiss my pussy?" Sylvia said with a girlish giggle.
"Sure. Do girls like that?"
"Well ... of course girls like that, darling," she said and laughed.
"Can I, then? Please, Sylvia!"
Before she could reply, the twelve-year-old boy was on his knees beside her. His young hands were urging her thighs apart and Sylvia allowed him to spread her legs wide apart.
"How do I do it?" he asked excitedly.
"Get between my legs," she said softly. "There, that's right. Now lean down and put your tongue between the lips of my cunt. That's it! Now you just start licking it."
Johnny was so excited he thought he was going to shoot his load on the sheets. He had never seen a woman's cunt before and the golden, fur-covered, nest fascinated him. He could see the thick lips of her cunt beneath the blond curls of her pubic hair. They framed a long, pink, gash between her legs.
As he brought his face to her exciting bush, Johnny inhaled the fragrance of her sex. It was a strong odor that made his nostrils flare and his balls twitch. He had never smelled anything like this before and it excited him. Her curly pubic hair tickled his young nose when he dipped his tongue into the exciting mystery of her pussy. Then, when the flavor of her sex filled his hungry young mouth, the twelve-year-old boy felt the muscles in his body ache with an intense new desire.
"OOoohhh! Sylvia moaned when the boy's darling tongue licked the sensitive membrane of her clitoris. "Yes, Johnny, there! Right there!"
She reached down and placed her hand on his lovely head, entwining his young hair in her fingers and pressing his face firmly into her awakening crotch. In the dozen times during the past seventeen years that Sylvia had indulged in sex with men for practical reasons related to her career, several men had gone down on her. She had found the experience strangely exciting, and for that very reason had tried to avoid it whenever possible. Her twisted, even warped, emotional makeup had always before prevented her from associating any form of sex with pleasure. Sex was something to be endured, not enjoyed.
But with this darling boy, she was allowing herself to relax and accept sex as a means of expressing love and affection. This was not a business proposition. And there was no attempt here to humiliate or dominate. It was, in fact, something marvelously beautiful-excitingly physical and beautiful!
The sight of the young boy's face buried in her pussy made the thirty-five-year-old woman's body quake with bubbling passion! His innocent, virginal tongue licking her slit was making her heart beat so fast she thought it was going to burst out of her chest!
"Do you like this?" Johnny asked, nuzzling his chin against her wet cunt and staring up into her eyes.
"Oh, yes, Johnny!" Sylvia sighed. "Am I doing it right?"
"Yes, darling! It feels so good! Would you like me to kiss your cock?"
"Yes!" the boy cried, remembering the excitement her mouth had given him the night before. "But I want to do this some more."
"We can kiss each other at the same time," Sylvia said softly, surprised at her boldness.
"How?" the boy asked.
"Climb on top of me," Sylvia suggested, helping the boy turn around so that he was facing her feet.
"Now kneel beside my head. That's it! Oh! Isn't that a pretty cock!"
Sylvia reached up and took his rigid prick in her hand. She stroked it, holding the swollen head in front of her eyes. His cute little balls hung down like ripe fruit and she could see his puckered little anus contracting as she stroked his hard shaft.
A strange impulse raced through her and she did something she had never done before. She ran her tongue up the valley between the cheeks of his young buttocks and pressed the tip inside his anus. She licked him there, stroking his cock in her warm hand until he moaned with pleasure.
"AAAaaahhh!" Sylvia gasped when the youth imitated what she had done to him by inserting his tongue into her rectum. This was another first for Sylvia, and she found it terribly exciting.
"Do you like that?" he asked with the curiosity of youth.
"Oh, Lord, yes!" Sylvia mewed.
"Will you teach me all about sex?" the boy asked, bringing his tongue back up to her sensitive, budding clitoris.
"We can learn together, darling!" she moaned, pulling his straining prick to her hungry mouth and wrapping her lips firmly araund the swollen head.
Even in her spaced-out condition, Sylvia recognized the truth of her statement. Although she had some sexual experience, she was only now discovering the joys of her body for the first time. In a sense, she thought as she drew his cock slowly into her mouth, I'm almost as much of a virgin as he is.
Pulling in her cheeks, she sucked his boycock shaft all the way into her mouth. She felt his balls crush against her nose and the slow burning embers in her body seemed to leap into flame. God, how she loved to have this darling child's cock in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around his inflated shaft and began caressing him as she slowly worked her lips up and down the length of his organ.
The cloud she was riding seemed to suddenly become electrically charged. She could feel the young boy's tongue dipping into her cunt, running wildly around the lips of her vulva and fluttering against her sensitive bud. With the enthusiasm and energy of youth, the twelve-year-old boy was licking the thirty-five-year-old singer's cunt like it had never been licked before.
And her body was responding with an intensity of passion she had never imagined it possessed. Her veins had become hot canals filled with molten liquid fire. Her nipples were straining on her breasts, reaching up somehow on their own to press sensuously against his flat tummy. And her pussy had become the vortex of a raging fire that was sweeping through her system with gale force.
Having never experienced the physical pleasure he was giving her before in her life, Sylvia wanted to share her joy with the young boy. She attacked his blood-engorged prick like a hungry child attacks an ice cream cone.
She held his prick in her hand and sucked it with everything she had. She ran it around and around her lips, pressed the swollen, moist head against her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. She nuzzled it while she licked his pulsating testicles and kissed his tight anus. His straining sex organ became her idol and she worshiped it with her entire face.
Sylvia tried to swallow the twelve-year-old boy's prick, pumping his balls in her hand in an attempt to make him shoot his exciting boyfuck juices into her mouth! She wanted him to flood her with his child's sperm!
Suddenly, the raging fire in the thirty-five-year-old woman's body leaped out of control. His hungry young mouth on her cunt drove her beyond any limits she had ever known. Her hips began writhing beneath his probing tongue Sparks rocketed through her groin and explosions began wracking her body one after another.
She held his prick in her hand, flailing her head helplessly back and forth on the mattress as her entire system seemed to explode.
"OH MY GOD!" she cried. AAAaaaiiieeee!"
Johnny was so excited he could hardly stand it! He chewed on her clitoris with his teeth and delighted in the way she was exploding beneath his mouth. If she's this happy, he thought, maybe she'll let me! He wanted to fuck her. Every natural instinct in the young boy's body demanded that he fuck the squirming woman. Should he ask her? No, he thought, I'll just do it!
Sylvia was beyond herself. She felt like her flesh and bones had melted and fused into molten lumps on the mattress. She didn't struggle when she felt the boy pull his prick out of her hand. She was beyond struggling. She felt him moving around on top of her prone, drained body, and when she finally forced her eyes open, she found him kneeling between her widespread legs.
It took her a moment to understand what he was doing. She saw him hold his gorgeous manhood in his hand as he lowered his body and brought the lovely, slender boycock to her nest.
"Oh, Johnny," she sighed, "we can't do ... OH! OOOooohhh!"
It happened so quickly. He placed the swollen head of his youthful virgin prick against the entrance to her womb and then fell on top of her and sent it lunging to the very depths of her cunt.
Her spaced-out mind hadn't had time to prepare her for the act she had always hated. And there was no pain! No pain at all!
"AAaaahhh! God, that's so goooood!" she moaned, her body suddenly functioning as it had been designed to function in sex. The boy's slender, long fuckshaft was such a perfect fit in her tight cunt! Why hadn't it been like this before? This was the most heavenly feeling she had ever experienced!
"Fuck me, Johnny darling!" she cried.
"I ... I don't know how!" the boy whined with genuine frustration.
"Move your hips!" she groaned. "Shove your cock in and out of my cunt. That's it. Oh, God, yes ... that's it! Faster, Johnny! Faster, Fuck me faster!"
The twelve-year-old boy was awkward at first, but soon his body fell into a natural rhythm as he bucked his young hips against the older woman's full body. He knew when he was doing it right because it felt right! He could feel the walls of her cunt grasping at his lunging dick, holding it in a hot, moist grip as it glided in and out. This was even better than having his dick in her mouth!
Sylvia threw her legs around the young boy's narrow waist and locked her ankles behind his lean hips. She felt his tender balls beating a tattoo on the firm cheeks of her ass, matching the rhythm of his rapid screwing.
Bringing her arms around his neck, she drew his face close to hers. She darted her tongue into his ear and nibbled on his tender young earlobe.
"Fuck me, darling!" she chanted in his ear. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Bringing her mouth to his, she ran her tongue into his excitingly warm oral cavity and began probing the depths of his wondrous little mouth. She crushed her nipples against his chest and rubbed them back and forth until she thought they would fall off.
"Fuck me! FUCK ME! JOHNNY, FUCK ME!" she screamed.
The young boy's hips flew like powerful pistons to send his straining cock deep into her cunt with hard, punishing, strokes. He was so hot his balls ached and burned. The shaft of his prick felt like it was on fire!
Nothing in the thirty-five-year-old woman's life had ever prepared her for the fantastic thing that was happening to her now! She had to fight to keep from fainting as wave after wave of joy crashed through her sensitive system! She clung to the young boy for dear life, riding his young, rampaging prick like a bitch animal in heat!
He felt her vaginal muscles grip his rod like a vise and the twelve-year-old boy's body quivered. He felt his testicles swell up, then explode to send their load of hot passion racing into her hot cunt!
"YES!" she screamed. "YES, GIVE IT TO ME! FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM, DARLING!"
Sylvia could feel the rivers of scalding hot semen flowing freely into her cunt. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt! It trickled down her cunt canal, leaving a fiery path wherever it touched. She grunted as her body went through a series of severe spasms, but she kept riding his hard pole and kicking his ass with her heels to urge him on-on and on! Her body was shaking and quaking violently, and Sylvia couldn't control herself. She didn't want to control herself! She belonged completely to that hard piece of blood and flesh lunging into her womb!
Then, gradually, ever so gradually, her tense, satisfied body began to relax. There were delightful spasms on the way down, tiny explosions in the aftermath of the tornado that had gripped her in its swirling, all-consuming winds.
Johnny did not have to ask her if it was good. Her body had told him how much she enjoyed it! The twelve-year-old boy thought that it was the most exciting thing he had ever done in his life!
When her body relaxed enough to allow him to pull away, he rolled off of her and fell into a deep sleep.
Sylvia, drained and more satisfied than she had ever been in her life, was still awake. She heard the boy's even breathing and knew that he was already asleep. How marvelous it was to sleep with the carefree innocence of youth!
It required an all-out effort, but the thirty-five-year-old woman marshaled her physical reserves and pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She gazed affectionately at the sleeping youth for a long moment. She could still feel the warmth of his virginal sperm inside her body. It felt good!
In her infrequent sexual experiences, Sylvia had regimented herself to cleanse her vagina immediately after the act. The purge was necessary, not for birth control which she took care of with pills, but to void her body of something unpleasant. But tonight she didn't want to, wouldn't, purge the darling boy's love juices from her body. She wanted to feel his love inside her!
Reaching down, she brought the covers up and carefully covered the twelve-year-old-boy's naked body. Her mind was drifting in a gently swirling cloud as she stretched out beside the boy and pulled the covers up to her naked shoulders.
Sylvia fell into a deep, peaceful sleep without turning out the light. Her dreams were almost surrealistic. The twelve-year-old boy's sex organ dominated the pleasantly sensual visions that formed and swirled through her mind.
His cock was twelve feet tall and she ran naked to it and clung to it with her arms embracing its mighty girth. She licked it, climbed it like a child climbs a tree, sat on top of it and ran her hands all over the fleshy tip. Then she dived into the piss hole at the apex and felt herself falling and falling until she reached his balls.
The interior of his scrotum was a luxury suite furnished with a large lounge chair that became a bed with the press of a button on the arm. The floor was carpeted with a deep pile that came halfway up her leg as she walked. His balls, huge orange globes, hung suspended from the curved ceiling, pulsating and illuminating the entire suite.
Sylvia saw herself running and skipping through the suite, springing up and down on the deep pile carpet like a gracefully bouncing ball. Her body was lighter than air.
She stretched out in the large lounge chair and felt her body caressed sensually by a thousand tiny vibrating fingers. When she pressed the button, the chair became a bed. Velvety gloves grasped her ankles gently and spread her legs wide apart. The portion of the bed beneath her buttocks raised so that her cunt was the highest part of her naked body.
Then the warm orange globes above slowly began descending until they touched her upper torso with an exciting warmth that made her flesh tingle. The entire upper part of her body was covered with the pulsating balloons.
She gasped for breath when she felt the lips of her cunt spread open to admit a long, slender rod to penetrate her body. It glided up her vaginal canal until it was crushing against her cervix. Instead of moving, the rod began to swell. It doubled, then tripled its girth, stretching her cunt and filling her entire body. She wanted to cry out with joy when her body suddenly shot off the bed to dive into a boiling hot river. She was caught in the current of thick white cum and catapulted up a throbbing tube. Sylvia saw light ahead of her and then she suddenly burst skyward out of the hole at the tip of the giant prick.
When she was hungry, Sylvia walked up to the twelve-foot stalk and took a huge bite out of it. The stalk immediately regenerated itself before her eyes, growing new flesh to replace what she had chewed away. She savored the sweet meat in her mouth. Was it like a charcoal broiled steak, medium rare and juicy? Or was it more like a tender roast chicken covered with mushrooms and basted in a white wine sauce? It was both, or either one, or whatever she wanted it to be!
When she was thirsty, she drank from the bubbling fountain of semen at the tip of the stalk. She gorged herself with vanilla milkshake, a chilled mountain rhine wine, or even bubbling champagne!
Then she felt something happening to her body that was more exciting by far than any of the visions of her dreams. She could feel something long and beautifully hard deep inside her. It throbbed and moved slowly in and out of her cunt. There was pressure on her clitoris, a warm, electric pressure that made her entire body quiver.
The thirty-five-year-old woman luxuriated in the thrilling sensations sweeping through her system! She ground her hips and countered each exciting thrust into her body. She knew she was awakening and she fought against it, holding her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to give up this marvelous dream!
But the demands of her aroused body were too strong. They pulled her from the depths of pleasant sleep and pushed her through each level of consciousness until her eyes popped open. She found herself staring into the beautiful eyes of the darling, twelve-year-old boy. He was on top of her and she could feel his prick urgently screwing its way into her cunt!
"OOooooooohhhhh!" she moaned as her physical senses jumped to life. It couldn't be possible, but Sylvia knew that she was on the verge of an intense orgasm! She could feel the boy's slender cock lunging to the depths of her womb. His young balls were slapping against the cheeks of her ass with a loud spanking sound that seemed to match the eratic beats of her heart!
The child was grunting as he drove his hard cockflesh in and out of her cunt. His chest was rubbing hard on her erect nipples as he pounded her groin with a fevered urgency.
Sylvia threw her legs around the boy's bouncing waist and pulled her cunt up the length of his slender shaft in a skewering movement that almost made her faint with pleasure! She knew from the child's labored breathing that he was ready to explode inside her and she made no effort to hold back the volcano that was erupting inside her superheated body.
"NOW! NOW! AAAAaaaaaiiiiieeeeeooooo!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. His hot cream was gushing into her womb and melting her inner flesh! And those maddening hips of his kept jerking away, screwing her with a relentless vigor that made skyrockets burst before her open eyes!
"Good morning," the twelve-year-old boy said with a smile when their bodies finally collapsed on the tossled mattress in crumpled heaps.
"Oh, good morning, Johnny darling!" she sighed. "What a way to wake up!"
"Did you like it?" the boy asked eagerly.
"Like it? Darling, you can wake me up that way every day for the rest of my life!" she exclaimed.
"I always wake up with a hard-on," the boy said innocently.
"How divine!" Sylvia sighed.
"I'm hungry!" the boy said.
"So am I," Sylvia said and laughed. "How about a big breakfast of bacon and eggs?"
"Great! I'll get dressed."
"Johnny, why don't we both stay naked? Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Sure!"
Closing the living room drapes, Sylvia felt delightfully wicked walking around the apartment nude. The realization that she was embarking on an entirely new way of life excited her!
CHAPTER SIX
During the next forty-eight hours the thirty-five-year-old woman and the twelve-year-old boy had an orgy of sexual experiences. They fucked on the kitchen floor, giggling like children as the eggs burned to a crisp while they indulged their bodies. Later Sylvia sat on a chair while Johnny knelt on the floor between her legs and took her to a screaming orgasm with his tongue.
Sylvia reciprocated by sucking his darling cock while he squatted on the floor in front of the TV set.
They made love in the shower, and later they stretched out facing each other on the bed and took each other to climax with their hands.
For two solid days and nights they ate, slept, and made love. They kept no hours, sleeping whenever they were exhausted, eating when hunger suddenly overcame them, and exploring every inch of each other's body as the impulse came upon them.
Sylvia made an important discovery almost immediately. In the back of her mind she had wondered just what part the marijuana had played in the fantastic physical sensations she had experienced the first night with the young boy. She was both amazed and surprised to find that her body became even more responsive without the influence of the pot.
Equally surprising to the thirty-five-year-old woman was the fact that continuous, non-stop sex did not diminish her desire in the least. In fact, the more she had of the boy the more she wanted! And his response to her made it obvious that his well of passion was equally bottomless.
Their delightful sexual merry-go-round was interrupted by a telephone call from Sid Costerman asking Sylvia to drop by his office at the recording studio. While she was dressing to go out, Johnny announced that he wanted to explore the neighborhood. She told him about the mountain path that started two blocks above the apartment house and the young boy decided he would go on a hiking expedition. Laughing at his youthful eagerness and enthusiasm, Sylvia prepared him a lunch of sandwiches and Fritos to take with him.
The sun was bright and shining as she drove to the studio and Sylvia saw it as an omen of her new life. She felt so young! So young, gay, happy, and carefree!
She sat in the parking lot behind the studio for a few moments, suppressing the joy that filled her body and composing herself for a business meeting with the head of Super Ace Records.
Sid Costerman was all smiles when she was ushered into his plush, walnut-paneled office. He rose to greet her, then indicated the chair in front of his desk.
"I've been so busy I didn't even realize you were in town," he said as he sat down in the ultra-modern swivel chair behind his massive oak desk. "They brought me your rehearsal tape and I called you right away. It's good to see you again, baby."
"It's nice seeing you, Sid," she said with what she hoped looked like a natural smile. "How did you like the tape?"
"As good as I've ever heard you sing, Sylvia," he replied evasively. "Really vintage stuff."
"Vintage?"
"Well, you know what I mean," he replied with a smile. "Those songs are classic ballads, baby, and you really belt them out."
"Vintage? Classic ballads? Sid, you're trying to tell me something. I'm afraid I'm not tuned in," Sylvia responded.
"I love the material, Sylvia," Sid said with an expansive wave of his arms. "It's just Warren...."
"Warren?"
"Warren Bergman," Sid said. "He's in charge of distribution and sales for the company. Warren lives with the charts. He thinks in unit sales. You know how tough this damned industry is."
"And what did Warren have to say about my tape?" Sylvia asked with a sinking heart. "I gather he didn't like it?"
"Not at all!" Sid assured her. "Warren thought you were great! Just great! His concern was about potential sales. You see, baby, Warren says there's no way he can promote a platter with this kind of material. And he's right! You've got a good name in the club circuit, but you haven't had much national exposure to speak of. So there's no way to build you as a new Super Ace recording star unless your material is fresh."
"But rock isn't my style," Sylvia protested.
"Not hard rock, baby. Warren's thinking more in the line of the new romantic rock. I convinced him you could handle it. Now all you two have to do is get together and work something out."
"What do you mean work something out?" Sylvia asked in a suspicious voice.
"Well, you know ... get to know each other and come up with something Warren thinks he can sell," Sid replied a little evasively.
"Look, Sid, let's call the cards by their real names," Sylvia replied, barely able to contain her disappointment and anger. "What you're suggesting is that I ball Warren. You want me to climb into bed with him and suck his cock so he'll throw me some bone like the flip side of a new release!"
"Look, Sylvia baby, I don't care what goes on between you and Warren. You know, I ain't the jealous type. Who can be jealous with a wife and kids, huh?" he said and laughed.
"You miserable sonofabitch!" Sylvia snapped. "I can just see you and this Warren asshole sitting around drooling over your latest willing piece of ass!"
"Sylvia, baby...."
"Well, you can tell Warren to go pee up a rope! I wouldn't climb into bed with him if he was a Greek god!"
"Baby, you don't even know Warren!"
"Yes I do, Sid!" she snapped back, rising and leaning across the massive oak desk. "If he works for you, he's a filthy piece of slime like his employer! And he probably isn't any more capable of satisfying a girl in bed than you are!"
"Look, kid, I know you're angry...."
"My, how perceptive you are, Mr. Costerman!"
"But if you won't cooperate, I'm afraid we won't be able to cut a platter with you."
"Oh, yes you will, you sonofabitch!" Sylvia snapped, leaning her clenched fists on the edge of his desk. "You'll keep our bargain, you bastard, because if you don't your wife'll receive a call describing your out-of-town antics in graphic, intimate detail! Got the picture, Sid?"
"You wouldn't!"
"You bet your slimy ass I would! And when I describe that birthmark on your ass, Sid, she'll believe! She'll really believe! So you get the recording date set up, you bastard! Arrange it through my agent, Manny Silverman. If I never talk to you again, it'll be too soon!"
Sylvia slammed the door of his office so loudly the sound seemed to reverberate off the walls as she walked briskly down the corridor.
She sat in her car in the parking lot until her body stopped trembling with anger. Manny had warned her! She still found it hard to believe that he would try to pimp her around his own company! It took a few minutes for the thirty-five-year-old singer to calm down enough to start her car and drive out of the lot.
Sylvia remembered how happy she had been before she saw Sid Costerman, but she couldn't bring that joyous mood back. She turned on Sunset and headed for the beach at Santa Monica to give herself time to think. As she drove by the lovely estates of the superstars of Beverly Hills, Brentwood, and Bel-Air, Sylvia wondered if she had done the right thing. She was certain Costerman would give her the recording date and even release her album. She was equally certain they wouldn't promote it and that it wouldn't sell.
And she had ruined any chance she might have had with Super Ace! She could have agreed to his suggestion and balled Warren Berger. She had whored whenever it was necessary in her career, even when it made her skin crawl!
"But what would it have gained me?" she asked aloud as she drove up the hills into Pacific Palisades. Sylvia had long ago given up the show business dream of the big break that would make her an overnight sensation. She knew she had no more than an adequate voice. She sold a mood with her songs, using sexy phrasing and maximum exposure of her ample bosom. It took a lot more than that to make a superstar! And Sylvia had faced the fact that she simply didn't have it.
For thirteen years she had managed to get by, earning perhaps a little more than a top executive secretary. At times she got tired of the constant travel and the smoke-filled clubs, but all in all she had been happier doing what she did than in anything else she might have done.
She might, for instance, have been a teacher. She even had her teaching certificate. There had been a time when Sylvia seriously considered a teaching career. But when she had to make her decision, she chose show business because it afforded her an important outlet for her delicate emotional being.
Sylvia pulled off the Coast Highway above Santa Monica and parked in a public lot. She kicked off her shoes and went for a stroll along the beach. The wet sand felt good beneath her bare feet and the sound of the crashing waves gave her an inner sense of security. Whenever she was troubled, Sylvia found a stroll along the beach relaxing and restoring.
She knew that it was more than her flare of temper with Sid Costerman that was bothering her. For years Sylvia had lived within the carefully constructed framework of her routine life. It was a life she had designed for herself, an existence that did not threaten her delicate emotional balance. And now that structured life was suddenly torn apart.
The change was threatening to her. And yet she knew she must accept and adjust to the changes that had to take place in her life now that she had the responsibility of Johnny.
She stooped down to pick up a lovely sea shell buried in the wet sand. It was round and highly polished and felt good in her hand. She walked to the water and waited for a wave to wash the sand from the shell. Sylvia giggled to herself when the smooth shell reminded her of Johnny's marvelous prick!
This was perhaps the thing that bothered the thirty-five-year-old woman the most-her budding, newly awakened sexuality! She did not understand it. Why was each new experience more exciting than the last? Just thinking about it made her pussy itch with desire!
Sylvia was afraid to question herself too much about this new facet of her life-afraid that she would destroy it with analysis!
Thinking about sex and the wonderfully naive boy in her life brought back some of the joyous mood she had experienced before her visit to Sid Costerman. Sylvia decided she was not going to allow herself to build another artificial shell around her life. She would live and experience, let her life take its natural shape-whatever that might be!
She ran back to her car, the exercise making her pant for breath, but feeling good in her muscles. As she drove back toward Hollywood, she decided she would have to tell Manny about what happened at Super Ace. Costerman would be calling Manny, and Manny didn't like to be caught off guard.
Sylvia prepared herself for a lecture as she rode up in the elevator at the old Taft Building. Manny was just finishing with a client when Sylvia arrived and he waved her into his office. When Manny joined her, Sylvia told him the whole story, including a mention of the incident with Sid in Atlanta.
"You done the right thing, honey!" Manny said. "I told you he was a shark! Don't worry, he'll produce that record. And we'll force him to promote it, too!"
"How?" Sylvia asked.
"You're going to mention your new release on Super Ace when you do the Merv Griffin show, baby," Manny laughed. "That'll settle Mr. Sid Costerman's little game. And, Sylvia, it might just get us another record company. You know how they all love to steal from each other. Anyway, don't worry. I'll handle Sid when he calls. I'll cut his balls off so slick he won't feel the blade."
"Couldn't you use a dull, rusty knife?" Sylvia asked with a smile.
"Ouch! That hurts to think about. I hope you're never mad at me, Sylvia! Now run along, sweetheart, I've got an appointment at Capitol Records in about ten minutes."
The Hollywood hills were bathed in a lovely orange glow from the setting sun by the time Sylvia arrived back at her apartment. She was surprised, and a little concerned, to find the apartment empty. Johnny should have been home before this, she told herself. She opened an ice cold Coke to quench her thirst and wondered if she should go looking for the boy?
She was on her way to the closet to change into a pair of slacks and some canvas shoes when the front door opened and Johnny came walking into the living room with another boy in tow.
"Hi," Sylvia called. "You're late. Did you have fun?"
"It was great! I'll bet you can see for a thousand miles from the top of that mountain! Oh, Sylvia, this is my friend Tommy."
"Hi, Tommy!" Sylvia greeted the young boy. She guessed him to be about Johnny's age. He was plump, yet clean and well-groomed. "Where do you live, Tommy?"
"In number eighteen," the boy replied.
"Here in this building?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"Hey, how about a Coke?" Johnny said. "Boy, I'm thirsty!"
"Me too," Tommy replied.
"There're Cokes in the ice box, Johnny," Sylvia said with a warm smile. "Why don't you get one for both of you?"
When the two boys returned from the kitchen with Cokes, Sylvia asked Johnny if he was hungry.
"Yeah, wow!" he said. "I shared my lunch with Tommy, and that climbing really makes a man hungry!"
"We'll go out to dinner, then," Sylvia said. "Maybe Tommy would like to go with us?"
"Sure," Tommy said.
"Will your parents mind?" Sylvia asked.
"Naw," the boy said softly.
"His parents are getting a divorce," Johnny explained. "He's living with his mother."
"Well, we'd better ask her permission," Sylvia remarked.
"Can't," Tommy said.
"Why?" Sylvia asked.
"She left for Las Vegas for the weekend."
"Well, we'll ask whoever is staying with you," Sylvia said.
"He stays alone," Johnny explained.
"You mean your mother leaves you alone when she goes away?" Sylvia asked.
"Yeah," Tommy responded with a touch of disgust in his young voice. "Whenever one of her boy friends wants to take her somewhere, she leaves me alone. I can cook TV dinners and take care of myself," he added defensively.
"I'm sure you can, Tommy," Sylvia said quickly. "You're a big boy."
"And he's smart, too," Johnny exclaimed. "He knows how to make hamburgers and French fries. He told me so."
"Aw, that's easy," Tommy said. "My Dad taught me before he left."
"Where's your father now, Tommy?" Sylvia asked, her heart going out to the young boy.
"Don't know. He's never written or called, or anything!"
"Well, I'm sure he will," Sylvia remarked. "Now, why don't you two boys wash up and we'll go to the Hamburger Hamlet for dinner."
"The Hamburger Hamlet! Really?" Tommy beamed. "I went there once with my Dad. It was super-neat!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
On impulse, after dinner Sylvia took the boys to see the revival of the Marx Bros, classic movie, Animal Crackers. All three of them were still laughing as Sylvia drove home. The boys relived every scene verbally, laughing hysterically over the sequence of Harpo and his car horn.
Sylvia knew she would have to design a budget and live within it. The evening had been expensive, but the delight and happiness of the two boys was worth the price! They had eaten until she thought their eyes would pop out at the Hamburger Hamlet, and they had screamed with the natural enthusiasm of youth all during the classic comedy. Their youth was contagious and Sylvia hadn't felt this young in years!
"Can Tommy stay with us tonight, Sylvia?" Johnny asked.
"Well...."
"He won't be any trouble, will you, Tommy?"
"No, I won't be any trouble. I can go home to fix my breakfast," he offered.
"How about it, Sylvia?"
"Okay," she laughed. "You two win. But you have to eat breakfast with us, Tommy!"
"Sure," the boy responded.
"Only how you two can think of breakfast after all we had for dinner is beyond me!" Sylvia sighed.
"Yeah, that dinner was neat! Thanks, Mrs....Sylvia," Tommy said.
"You're more than welcome, Tommy," Sylvia replied as she parked next to the apartment building.
Sylvia shook her head about the incredible energy of youth as the two boys ran up the stairs to the apartment ahead of her. Johnny opened the door with the key Sylvia had given him and the boys had already opened a Coke by the time she joined them in the living room. Before she could ask them if they were tired, they were on the floor in front of the TV set. Sylvia smiled and walked into the bedroom to read the morning paper she hadn't touched.
Pulling the bedspread down and propping the pillows up against the headboard, Sylvia stretched out to read the paper in comfort. She felt so peaceful and contented! She flipped casually through the paper, glancing at several articles that looked interesting, until she reached the entertainment section. A pall of gloom began to descend over her when she saw the limited number of clubs in the area that offered any form of live entertainment. She had been putting off thinking about the future, but this reminded her that she would have to start making serious plans soon.
Unwilling to give up the euphoria she had been experiencing, Sylvia picked up her purse and searched for the roach she had saved from the other night. She found it and lighted it. The roach was always the strongest part of a leftover grass cigarette and the acrid smoke burned her lungs as she inhaled deeply. She turned the page and read the comics, something she seldom did. Andy Capp brought a smile to her lips, and Peanuts made her laugh. By the time she finished both the roach and the comics, Sylvia had regained her good spirits!
She felt young and gay, as light as a feather and as happy as a lark! Sylvia was about to go in the living room and find out how long the boys were going to watch television when she heard the set click off. Then she heard the bolt set in the front door. She was glad Johnny remembered the routine she had taught him.
Sylvia looked up to find the two young boys standing in the entrance to the bedroom.
"Had enough television?" she asked, surprised that her voice seemed to come from a great distance.
"Yeah, it was a lousy program," Johhny remarked.
Sylvia's head was very tight when she pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She had to suppress a desire to giggle!
"I'll bet you two mountain climbers are tired!" she said.
"Kind of," Johnny admitted.
"Well, we'll make a bed out of the couch for Tommy," she said.
"Can't he sleep with us, Sylvia? There's plenty of room in the bed!"
"I don't take much room," Tommy offered.
"Well...." Sylvia stalled, wondering how to handle the situation.
"Please!" Johnny pleaded. "It'll be fun!"
"I guess so," Sylvia said. After all, hadn't she promised herself she was going to live her life naturally and take things as they came? Sylvia was also zonked out of her mind and didn't relish the idea of searching for sheets, covers, and pillows to make a bed on the couch for the boy.
"Great!" Johnny exclaimed. "Come on, let's get undressed!"
"I don't have any pajamas," Tommy said. "I always sleep naked."
"So do we!" Johnny exclaimed.
"Gee, okay, if it's all right with Sylvia," Tommy said.
"If it doesn't bother you, Tommy," Sylvia said and laughed, "it won't bother me!"
At this point Sylvia felt so good she didn't care about anything! She reached behind her and fumbled for the zipper on her dress. She was slightly dizzy and couldn't seem to grasp the damned thing in her fingers. After a moment, she began laughing at her inability to handle her own zipper.
"Johnny, unzip my dress!" she said and laughed. "I can't get it down."
She watched Tommy as Johnny walked behind her and unzipped her dress. The boy had been pulling off his shirt, but he stopped and stared openly at Sylvia. She smiled at him, then pulled her dress up over her hips and wiggled out of it to slip it over her head.
"Darling, do my bra while you're there," she said in a husky voice, watching Tommy closely now as Johnny unhooked her bra. She doubted the boy had ever seen a woman naked before and she was dying to see his eyes when she bared her breasts to his intent gaze.
She slipped her bra off her shoulders and dropped it casually on the floor, her eyes watching young Tommy's face intently. Sylvia giggled out loud when she saw his young eyes expand until she thought they were literally going to pop out of their sockets! His jaw slackened as he stared open-mouthed at her firm pointed breasts. Well, Sylvia thought, I'll give him a good show!
Thirteen-year-old Tommy had seen plenty of tits in the girlie magazines his father used to keep around the apartment. He had even seen his mother's breasts several times, and everybody said his mother was built. But the thirteen-year-old boy knew that he'd never seen a set of jugs like Sylvia's! They weren't flabby or drooping, but large, firm, and proudly pointing!
The young boy's heart beat faster as he watched the thirty-five-year-old woman stand and begin pulling her brief nylon panties down. He had never seen a woman's twat before, not in the flesh! And when the blond curls of her pubic mound appeared above her panties, the youth felt his testicles contract! He stared at her golden nest until he could see the pink lips of her cunt nestled beneath her golden fluff.
"There!" Sylvia said, stretching her body lazily. "It feels good to be naked!"
It tickled the thirty-five-year-old singer to see Tommy's fixed stare at her pussy. She looked down at his jeans and saw a pointed object sticking out like a tiny tent pole. How cute, she said to herself, the boy has a hard-on just from looking at my body!
"Well?" she sighed, slowly climbing onto the bed and placing herself in the dead center of the mattress.
"Come on, Tommy!" Johnny said, stepping out of his jeans and undershorts to stand naked beside the bed. "What are you waiting for?"
Sylvia saw the thirteen-year-old boy's cheeks flush a bright pink. He pulled his shirt off slowly, obviously stalling. Sylvia knew it was because he was embarrassed about his little hard-on and she decided to set him at ease.
"Oh, Johnny!" she said softly. "Look at your prick! It's all hard. Does it hurt?"
"Sort of," Johnny replied, instinctively understanding the game she was playing.
"Stretch out here," she suggested, "and I'll take care of it for you."
Johnny followed her lead, stretching out with his feet at Sylvia's head. Their discovery games had proven this to be the best position to play with each other manually. Their hands moved in a gracefully practiced rhythm and they immediately began exploring each other's groin. Sylvia took the rigid shaft of Johnny's long, slender cock in her hand and began stroking it very slowly. Johnny placed his hand on the thirty-five-year-old woman's pubic mound and slipped his fingers into her warm gash.
"Ummmm!" Sylvia sighed. "That's nice!"
"Don't you jack-off, Tommy?" Johnny asked with the blunt directness of youth.
Tommy seemed to be frozen immobile as he gawked at the erotic play taking place just a few feet from his eyes. His jaw hung open and his eyes were bulging.
"Of course he does!" Sylvia sighed. "We all do. You play with yourself, don't you, Tommy?"
"Well ... well, sure!" the thirteen-year-old boy responded.
"It's a lot better when you do it with a girl," Johnny said with a breathy quality creeping into his voice as Sylvia held and stroked his rigid organ in her hand. "Come on, get in bed with us-unless you're afraid."
"I'm not afraid!" Tommy said, taking the bait. "It's just ... well, maybe Sylvia doesn't want me...."
"Of course I want you, Tommy," Sylvia remarked, her body responding rapidly to Johnny's practiced probing fingers. "I'll even take care of your prick, if it hurts, but you have to promise never to tell anybody!"
"I wouldn't tell anybody!" the boy said.
"Some people might not understand the fun Johnny and I have," she added quietly. "And we do have fun, don't we, Johnny?"
"You bet!"
Tommy hesitated for a moment longer. His balls were twitching as he watched the sexy woman and boy play with each other on the bed. Finally, the burning desires in his thirteen-year-old body overwhelmed his shyness and he quickly slipped his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and undershorts down in one fast move.
"Oh, look!" Sylvia said warmly. "Tommy has a hard-on, too! Do you want to jack-off, Tommy? Or do you want me to play with it?"
"Gee, Sylvia ... well, if you want...." Tommy faltered.
"Here," Sylvia said, "stretch out on this side. That's it, put your feet up here by my head."
Sylvia experienced a powerful surge in her body when she looked at the young boy's rigid cock. It was about the same length as Johnny's, but much thicker. She reached out and took it in her hand and the sudden feeling of having a young, hard prick in each hand made the thirty-five-year-old woman's entire body quiver with excitement! She held the two cocks firmly and an electric charge from each seemed to sweep up her arms and through her nervous system like miniature bolts of lightning! She wondered how many women had ever held two hard youthful pricks in their hands at the same time?
The throbbing trunks in her hands seemed to give her charges of power. Sylvia felt like Wonder Woman, capable of anything as long as the source of energy continued flowing through her sensitive body from these poles!
She looked at Tommy's cock again. It was moist with excitement and the swollen head sparked with tiny drops of dew. She felt his pelvis strain against her hand and she knew he was very excited. She could actually see the pink meat at the tip of his shaft pulsing as the blood flooded through it! Was this the heightened perception everybody talked about on a grass trip? Or was it her own increased sexual perception, garnered from her non-stop sex games with Johnny?
Slowly, very slowly, and very gently, Sylvia began stroking Tommy's throbbing dick. She wanted him to last. She wanted him to have an orgasm the child would never forget!
The thirty-five-year-old woman's body was rapidly becoming engulfed in leaping flames as Johnny's newly talented fingers fondled and caressed her pulsating pussy! She loved the way he teased her clitoris, rubbing all around it and then casually brushing it lightly with the tips of his darling young fingers! Then she felt another hand moving slowly, hesitatingly, up her right thigh. She glanced over to see Tommy gradually advancing his quivering young fingers up her full thigh. She watched in fascination, her breathing becoming punctuated with a series of low moans escaping from the depth of her throat.
Then there were two hands on her cunt! Two boys were paying homage to her sex! The ten individual fingers were like vibrating needles against her sensitive flesh! Sylvia felt her nipples pop to quivering erection as the fire swept through her veins! She slowly pumped the two darling pricks in her hands and felt her hips begin to quake against the mattress.
"Here," Johnny said to Tommy, "you rub this. Just play with it gently," he advised, bringing Tommy's inexperienced fingers to the older woman's clitoris. "That makes her real hot!"
"Oh, God!" Sylvia moaned. "You can say that again!"
While Tommy explored her delicate, super-sensitive love button, Johnny shoved two fingers up her hot cunt and began screwing her slowly.
"OOOoooooooohhhhhh!" Sylvia moaned, her hips writhing freely beneath the two young boy's hands. The thirty-five-year-old woman felt like she had suddenly been plugged into a high voltage outlet! Her sex juices were flowing like a river flooding its banks and her heart was pounding in her chest! She even began to wonder if a woman could stand having two boys play with her at the same moment!
Their pricks throbbed and strained in her firm grip as they both played with her pussy. Their little fingers became sopping wet with her hot juices. The two young boys were so hot they thought they would burst out of their skin!
Johnny, who had learned the fundamentals of control, knew he was close to popping his load! It was new and exciting to share the warm, exciting mysteries of Sylvia's body with another boy. When he looked over and saw Sylvia's hand pumping up and down on Tommy's prick, Johnny's testicles began to throb and ache! But he wanted to save it for a while!
"Tommy," he groaned, "you ever had a blow-job?"
"No," the thirteen-year-old boy responded softly.
"Sylvia can really suck a cock," Johnny said. "She might do it for you."
"Would you like that, Tommy?" Sylvia asked between gasping breaths.
"Wow, sure!" Tommy managed to cry as he thought his prick was going to break her strong hand.
"Well, bring that lovely little prick up here, then," Sylvia said. "That's it. Just kneel here beside my head. Ummm! Doesn't that look delicious!"
Sylvia wrapped her fingers around the base of his stalk and squeezed. She saw a tear form in the tiny piss slit at the apex of his swollen member and she quickly pulled him to her lips to capture the nectar of his virginal sex. She pursed her lips and slid them around the large blossom at the tip of his stalk.
The subtle, fresh flavor of his boy's cock permeated her taste buds like a vintage brandy! Although her experience was definitely limited for her years, Sylvia couldn't get over how sweet and intoxicating the taste of a young boy's prick could be! It was so fresh and exciting!
Pulling the thirteen-year-old boy's groin closer, Sylvia began sucking his throbbing organ into her hot mouth. She pressed the swollen head against her inner cheeks and rubbed it around in her mouth affectionately. How she loved to have a cute young cock in her mouth!
Tommy's young body seemed to hang in suspension. He was filled with the awe of what was happening to him. He watched her open her mouth and take his swollen prick inside. Then he felt her tongue rolling all around his shaft and her cheeks brushing all over the swollen head. It was so strangely exciting to see his prick spearing her pretty face!
Johnny smiled and pulled his body free of the warm grasping hand that held his rigid dick. He turned around and climbed between Sylvia's lush thighs to kneel between her wide-spread legs. Then he reached out and spread the lips of her cunt with his excited fingers and dipped his head down to her crotch to slide his tongue into her hot slit.
Sylvia felt her body jerk as the twelve-year-old boy's tongue began licking her pussy! The little devil, she moaned to herself, he knows how hot that makes me! She tried to ignore the sparks coursing through her body and concentrated on Tommy's delicious prick in her mouth.
The thirty-five-year-old woman cupped the thirteen-year-old boy's balls in her palm and pressed them against her chin as she sucked his cock deep into her throat. Her lips pressed the foreskin down the surging shaft of his penis and she darted her tongue in exciting circles around the ridge just below the blood-engorged head of his cock. Her heart was beating like the wings of a hummingbird as charges surged through her.
Johnny licked the length of her slit from her sensitive anus to her clitoris. His tongue moved like a steam roller, pressing firmly into her gash with each long lap. He shoved the point of his tongue into her asshole and felt her body squirm with delight. Then he worked it into her vagina and wiggled it until her hips began jerking beneath her face.
Bringing his young head slowly up, he began licking her trembling mound of flesh at the top of her slit. The twelve-year-old boy loved the way her clitoris quivered and shook like a leaf in the wind when he licked it and nibbled at it with his lips.
As he licked her and watched Tommy's cock slide in and out of her pretty mouth, Johnny's loins caught fire with a burning desire he could no longer control! He wanted to fuck her, sink his aching prick to the depths of her hot cunt, make her cry out with joy! He wondered how she would like having two cocks inside her body at the same time?
Stroking her pussy with his hand, the twelve-year-old boy positioned himself on his knees between her full, warm, quaking thighs. He held his pulsing prick in his hand and slowly brought it to her cunt. He rubbed the inflated head against her clitoris until her hips began to grind down into the mattress. Then he slid it slowly down her gash until the bulb at the end of his shaft pressed against her fuckhole. His balls twitched and throbbed when he forced the head of his prick inside her hot cunt. Jerking his hips hard, he sent his steel shaft racing to the depths of her belly. "Uuuummmmhhhh!"
Sylvia's cry was muffled by the thick organ in her mouth, but even her toes curled when she felt Johnny's steel rod rammed into her cunt! It caught her off guard. She had been so completely dedicated to sucking Tommy's gorgeously virginal cock she hadn't noticed Johnny climbing up to mount her! Then, when he shoved his prick all the way up her cunt, a violent tremor shot through her!
First she had held two lovely cocks in her hands, and now she had two hard pricks inside her! Her whole body tuned in to the live vibrating organs penetrating her sensitive flesh. Johnny's cock seemed to fly in and out of her cunt as he began fucking her with long, bold, hard thrusts.
Instinctively, Tommy's young hips began jerking to match Johnny's strokes and Sylvia had two pricks pounding into her in matched tempo! She could feel Tommy's cock dig into the roof of her throat at the same instant that Johnny's prick crushed against her cervix.
Two sets of balls were now slapping her body. Johnny's hard little nuts were spanking the cheeks of her ass and Tommy's pulsing scrotum beat a tattoo against her chin as he screwed her mouth with his inflated, excited prick.
Sylvia wanted to scream! But she wouldn't take her mouth away from Tommy's prick for anything in the world! She wanted to milk him, to flood her mouth with his hot cream, to feel it ooze down her throat!
His hips jerking like miniature pile drivers, Johnny reached up and began playing with Sylvia's great tits. He captured her budding nipples in his eager hands and began fondling them, rolling them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers as he drove his meat deep into her hot box.
Young Tommy was almost out of his mind with passion! Sylvia was driving him wild with her hot mouth wrapped around his pulsing organ! He could feel her tongue rolling around his rod as her lips pressed firmly on his shaft and his balls began to roar with a frantic cry for release!
Sylvia's whirling hips moved like a merry-go-round as they screwed her cunt up and down the length of Johnny's lunging cock! She was so hot she thought she was going to die! Perspiration ran from her body in boiling streams and her muscles went through one wracking spasm after another!
"Oh, wow!" Tommy grunted, jerking his hips hard to shove his cock as far as it would go in her sucking mouth when he felt his testicles swell up and explode to send rivers of his sperm jetting from his enraged penis. .
The first jet of the thirteen-year-old boy's cum splashing against the roof of her mouth ignited a long series of explosions in the thirty-five-year-old singer's body! She felt Johnny's twelve-year-old cock explode in her cunt at almost the same moment and she could feel the rivers of their passion filling her vagina and mouth at the same time! Her body jerked wildly on the mattress and tears flooded her cheeks as she went through the longest, most intense orgasm she had ever experienced! The excitement of feeling the two young rods spurting their hot cream into her body at the same time was almost too much for the thirty-five-year-old woman. She fought against the fainting, but she was completely helpless in controlling her quaking body! It trembled and shook all over the bed!
For a delicious moment, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion to Sylvia. She could feel the two boycocks contracting and spurting their love into her body with long, deliciously warm jets that splashed like waves against the rocks of her writhing flesh.
At last her body quieted and stopped shaking. She whimpered when she felt the two pricks slowly withdraw from her flesh. She felt so empty without them.
"Boy!" Johnny sighed. "That was one hell of a fuck!"
"God, yes!" Sylvia moaned. "Did you like it, Tommy?" she asked as she strained to return her breathing to normal.
"Jesus, that was something else!" the plump thirteen-year-old boy sighed.
"You taste so good!" Sylvia said, lazily running her tongue around her lips to savor every last drop of the young boy's semen.
"Better than mine?" Johnny asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"No, darling," Sylvia returned with a smile, "not better than yours, but every bit as good!"
"I'm thirsty," Johnny announced. "Anybody want a Coke?"
"I'll share with somebody," Sylvia replied dreamily.
"I'll go with you," Tommy said.
Sylvia was by no means bombed by the grass. She was on a mild, pleasant trip, and already the warm cloud was beginning to dissipate. She felt like her body was swimming in sperm and she wondered if it was possible to trip out on sex! How fantastically alive and content she felt!
Like a blinding light, it came to the thirty-five-year-old woman that her life had been spent in existing and not living! My God, she thought, look at the years and years I've wasted!
The two boys came back into the bedroom laughing. Johnny handed Sylvia his bottle of Coke and she took a long swallow.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Tommy was telling me about a girl at his school," Johnny said. "All the guys want to lay her because she's so well built. But she won't put out and they all hate her because she teases. A friend of his said that all built girls are lousy lays, anyway."
"Yeah, and is he nuts!" Tommy said with a laugh. "I only wish I could tell him how good you are, Sylvia! I won't, though, don't worry! I told Johnny I wish I lived with you instead of with my mom."
"Thank you, Tommy!" Sylvia said softly, reaching out and taking the thirteen-year-old-boy's limp prick in her hand gently. "You can always come visit us and have fun with us."
"Gee, thanks!" Tommy said, blushing when he felt the blood begin pumping back into his turgid shaft. "All you have to do is touch my pecker and it gets a hard-on! See?"
"Maybe you need more sex," Sylvia said and laughed. "We don't have limits here, do we, Johnny?"
"Heck no!"
"Golly, Johnny," Sylvia said in her little girl voice, "I think your friend is getting all hot and bothered again!"
"Me too!" Johnny laughed. "How about you, Sylvia?"
"Oh, not yet," she said. "But I'll bet I could."
Sylvia swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat in front of Tommy. The thirteen-year-old boy was lifting his Coke to his lips when he saw her bring her face to his crotch. He almost spilled the Coke down his chin when he felt her slip his hard prick into her hot mouth once again!
Sylvia nuzzled her nose against the tufts of black pubic hair at the base of the boy's darling prick and swallowed his dick as deep as she could into her throat. The Coke mixed with the sweet, salty .flavor of the boy's sex organ was exciting in the thirty-five-year-old singer's mouth.
"Hey, how about mine?" Johnny giggled, standing next to Tommy with his prick already three-quarters erect.
"Of course!" Sylvia said. "I can't play favorites, can I?"
She held Tommy's hard rod in her hand while she moved her mouth over to Johnny's straining crotch. First she licked his entire cock to savor and enjoy the combination of their juices. Then she sucked him into her mouth and gave him five long thrusts into her throat.
Holding Johnny's now quivering shaft in her right hand, she turned her face once again to Tommy's straining prick and slid her velvety lips over the moist pink head and glided the thick shaft slowly into her mouth. Sylvia felt a frenzied stirring in her loins as she alternated the two lovely cocks in her mouth. Neither of the boys was touching her, yet she was becoming very aroused.
It seemed like a beautiful erotic dream to have the two young boys standing naked before her with the darling pricks standing straight out for her eager, hungry lips! And their cute organs were so different! Johnny's was long and slender, the head pointed like an arrow. Tommy's was long and thick with a blunted, bulbous head that reminded her of a mushroom. The very thought that both of these lovely pricks were hers to lick, kiss, love and suck made Sylvia's heart beat faster.
Alternating them in her mouth was such fun! She fondled one while she sucked the other, sucking it until she felt the boy's body begin to surge and tremble. Then she'd quickly change, placing her mouth at the other boy's crotch and fondling the one she had just removed from her mouth. If there were only a way she could get both of their cocks in her mouth at the same time! The vision of having them both shoot their hot fresh boycum into her mouth at the same instant made her quiver with excitement!
"Geez, Sylvia, I'm so hot I can't stand it!" Tommy cried.
"So am I!" Johnny groaned.
"I wish I could suck both your dicks at the same time!" Sylvia moaned.
"I gotta do something!" Tommy groaned. "Honest!"
"It's your turn to fuck her!" Johnny said. "She can blow me!"
"Oh, yes!" Sylvia sighed, the thought of having one of those darling cocks in her vagina making her flesh burn.
The thirty-five-year-old woman pulled twelve-year-old Johnny down on the bed and knelt between his legs. She dropped her face to his straining crotch and immediately began licking his long slender stalk.
"Fuck me from behind!" she whispered hoarsely to the thirteen-year-old Tommy.
Tommy climbed up on the bed on his knees and positioned himself directly in back of the sexy woman's full buttocks. His eyes were filled with the stimulating sight of her creamy white ass. Nestled between the firm cheeks was a target-like brown hole. Below it was a furry nest of blonde pubic hair and a long pink slit.
In his innocence and inexperience, the thirteen-year-old boy confused her anus with her vaginal opening. All he knew was that he was going to do something he had dreamed about-fuck a girl! And in his haste, he gave no thought to where he put his throbbing cock. He brought it to her asshole and lunged into her rectum before she could stop him.
"AAAuuurrrrrggg!" Sylvia grunted when a razor sharp pain knifed through her body as his thick prick rammed deep into her rectum. It felt like he was ripping her apart with a hot iron!
"Tommy!" she cried.
"What?"
Before she could reply, Sylvia felt the sharp pain disappear and experienced a new, not unpleasant sensation flowing through her body. She would never have believed it, but it actually felt good and was even exciting!
Sylvia had only experienced anal intercourse once before in her life, and that had been on that terrifying night she had been the victim of gang rape! Her memories of that night were blurred with the protective covering of years, but she vaguely remembered that being raped in her rectum had been horribly painful. Yet the pain she experienced when thirteen-year-old Tommy rammed his cock up her ass was brief and fleeting. It ripped through her nervous system, then disappeared to give way to a new sensation-that of being stuffed!
There was no other way to describe it. Sylvia felt stuffed! And it wasn't an unpleasant sensation at all!
"What, Sylvia?" Tommy repeated when she failed to respond.
"Huh?" Sylvia murmured. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Tommy!" she sighed, wiggling her tail as he shoved his hard prick deeper into her bowels.
Once again, the thirty-five-year-old woman wondered if there was no end to the new and exciting things she could experience with these young boys! She took the swollen knob of Johnny's cock between her lips and lowered her head to bring it deep into her throat as the other young boy slowly screwed her in the ass. She felt Tommy's young balls slap against her vulva with each deep penetration and her body began to respond with a growing passion!
With Johnny's tongue and fingers, Sylvia had learned during their delightful discovery of sex that the area around her anus was sensitive and could produce a lovely sensual stimulation. Several times she had become very aroused when he licked her asshole, and she always found it exciting to have him massage it with his darling young fingers!
Those pleasant, stimulating sensations were now doubled, even tripled, with Tommy's young prick buried in her bowels! The friction of his rock-hard organ against the sensitive flesh surrounding the entrance to her rectum was fanning the coals of a quick burning fire in her body!
The thirty-five-year-old woman licked twelve-year-old Johnny's rigid pole like it was a delicious Popsicle! She pulled his tender young balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over every inch of the smooth surface of his pulsating scrotum. Then she began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sliding it deep into her hard-sucking mouth and delighting in the beating pulse of his shaft pressed against her tongue!
Johnny loved to watch the older woman suck his cock! He delighted in matching the vision of his rigid shaft sliding between her lips with the feeling of the moist warmth of her mouth surrounding his throbbing rod! And as he watched his friend Tommy kneeling behind Sylvia's beautiful ass and pumping his meat to her tail while she sucked his dick, the young boy's excitement seemed to know no bounds.
Tommy's entire body trembled like jelly as he shoved his cock up the tight shithole! It was so tight it. pulled the skin back on his penis and actually hurt a little, but the electric pleasure the contact sent through his young body overwhelmed everything! The boy had dreamed of this, played with himself with visions of this before his mind. And now he was doing it!
Sylvia found herself on a plane. She was very aroused and stimulated, but her body wouldn't seem to climb any higher on the exotic road to climax! Something was missing!
When she felt Johnny's twelve-year-old prick begin throbbing in her sensitive mouth, Sylvia realized what it was. She wanted him inside her cunt. She wanted to feel pressure on her clitoris.
Was it possible for a woman to be fucked by two cocks at the same time? Sylvia had read about this, but she had never believed it was really possible. Yet it might be! Suddenly, the thirty-five-year-old woman knew she had to try it! She had to experience anything and everything in sex!
"I want you both fucking me at the same time," she moaned, reluctantly allowing Johnny's sweet prick to slide out of her mouth. "I'm going to move forward, Tommy. You follow me, but don't take that gorgeous cock out of me!"
Slowly, Sylvia began crawling forward on her knees. She moved an inch at a time, maintaining the exciting contact of Tommy's thirteen-year-old cock in her bowels. She almost broke the contact when she lifted her leg over Johnny's thigh, but Tommy somehow managed to stay with her, his surging prick still buried in her ass. She repeated the movement with her other leg and she was straddling young Johnny's prone body.
Holding Johnny's rigid rod in her hand, Sylvia slowly brought it to her steaming pussy. She rubbed it against her erect clitoris until she thought she was going to scream with pleasure! Then she moved it down her slit until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her vagina.
The penetration was momentarily awkward. Tommy had his prick buried in her ass to the very hilt and the pressure seemed to squeeze her vaginal walls together. She lowered her body slowly, pressing down to impale herself on Johnny's hard stick. Her cunt was so tight she had to work him into her body. The sex organs of the two young boys were separated by a thin membrane in the thirty-five-year-old woman's body and she could feel them crushing against each other.
"Oooohhhhh!" she cried when Johnny jerked his hips and sent his cock rampaging to the depths of her womb. The excitement in her body was so intense she shivered with delight!
"Good God Almighty!" she groaned, tears of joy beginning to flow freely from her eyes down her cheeks and splashing on her shaking breasts. She felt like her body had become a shell stuffed with two hard, vibrating poles!
"Now fuck me!" she moaned. "Both of you, fuck me!"
Neither of the young boys needed any urging! Tommy felt the warm sheath of her rectum become even tighter on his throbbing cock and he jerked his hips hard against her firm buttocks to dig as deep into her bowels as he could.
Johnny could feel Tommy's prick pressing against his own through the thin membrane that separated her two fuck canals and he thrust upward to press his pulsating rod against her cervix. After an awkward moment, the two boys set up a rhythm where one was going up while the other was coming down inside the older woman's quaking body.
"OH! OOOH!" Sylvia gasped as the two cocks wormed their way in and out of her body. The fires that raged through her were so intense she didn't know if she could stand it! She reached up and grasped her breasts in her hands, massaging her burning nipples with her fingers to relieve some of the pressure that was building inside her. Her nipples were so hot they felt like they would explode in her hands!
The thirty-five-year-old woman closed her eyes and let her body ride the two fantastic pieces of hard flesh that were penetrating her. Her clitoris felt like a sparkler, shooting thousands of tiny sparks in all directions! The friction between the two cocks inside her sent fire rockets racing through her boiling veins each time they rubbed against each other!
Sylvia recognized that this was the ultimate experience in fucking. She also knew that it was much too intense to take on a regular basis. She was certain that any woman who did this every day would die of heart failure within a week! It was, as the kids said, too much!
The thirty-five-year-old woman moaned and cried as she massaged her sensitive, burning nipples and allowed her body to be buffeted between the two energetic boys. She couldn't move on her own. The two boys owned and controlled her body! She was a helpless victim caught between their lunging, thrusting hips. She was impaled on their throbbing, jerking poles, her body the total prisoner of their heated passions!
Sylvia was like the meat in a sexual sandwich as the three bodies bounced up and down on the mattress. Johnny was below her and Tommy was on top of her, and both boys were spearing her impaled body without mercy.
Tommy's young body was jolted by a severe earthquake that caused his plump flesh to quiver violently. His testicles felt like giant balloons inflated far beyond their capacity, and when they burst a river of scalding hot cream rushed through his throbbing penis. He grunted and dug his cock as deep as he could in Sylvia's tight ass.
Sylvia screamed silently when she felt her bowels flooded with the thirteen-year-old boy's semen! Her mouth dropped open, but her scream was lost in the frenzy of her own intense orgasm. Her body went through a series of explosions, like a string of Chinese firecrackers going off one after another!
When she was at the siren-wailing apex of her climax, Sylvia suddenly felt Johnny's prick explode in the depths of her cunt! She felt each contraction of his shaft send rivers of hot juice splashing into her womb!
"AAAaaaiiiieeeeeooooo!"
This time her passion had voice and her scream echoed off the walls of the small apartment! The thirty-five-year-old singer reached up and began tearing her hair as her body seemed to explode into tiny fragments of burning flesh. Tears fell down her cheeks and her tortured lungs gasped for air. She had never experienced anything this intense in her life!
Their three bodies continued bouncing up and down on the mattress long after their passions were spent. And when they finally began the long trip back to reality, they became a pile of limp arms and legs. The only sign of life on the bed was their heaving chests as they fought to regain their normal breathing.
Sylvia's heart was beating in her throat as she lay between the two youthful bodies. Her body seemed to be brimming over with their warm semen. She could feel it oozing down her rectum to run down her thighs. It was running out of her cunt and down the cheeks of her ass. The middle of her body seemed to be coated with the warm, thick cream! She knew it was falling into puddles on the bed, but she didn't care!
Sylvia Sloan was beyond caring about anything! The pleasures of her body had become paramount. She knew she was condensing years of experience into frantic moments. Somehow, Sylvia had to make these moments last!
What she had found, nobody could take away from her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tommy stayed with Sylvia and Johnny until late Sunday afternoon. The weekend turned into a wild sex orgy. Sylvia was amazed at the young boys' capacity for sex! They couldn't seem to get enough, and their darling pricks seemed to remain hard all the time! And if one prick went soft, Sylvia found that the other was hard and ready.
The thirty-five-year-old woman had no idea how many orgasms she experienced in those two days and nights, but she was sure she undoubtedly would be credited with a record if anybody kept records of sexual marathons! She was actually glad to see Tommy leave when his mother was due back from her weekend in Las Vegas! Sylvia knew she was literally fucked out!
She had applied had lotion to the boys' genitals on Saturday night to keep them from chafing from the almost continuous friction in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, and her hands. By Sunday morning she was applying special creams to her vagina and rectum because she was becoming so chafed and sore it actually hurt to move!
Sylvia was grateful she had only one cock to take care of Sunday night and she gave young Johnny a blow-job while he watched television. Both of them slept like mummies that night and their bodies began to regenerate.
She was making ham and cheese sandwiches Monday noon when Manny called and asked her to drop by his office that afternoon. Glad to get out of the apartment for a while, Sylvia drove down Hollywood Boulevard to the Taft Building for her meeting with her agent.
"I talked to that prick Costerman this morning," Manny told her after they exchanged greetings and she was seated at the side of his desk.
"And?"
"Well, like I said, Sylvia, he's the biggest prick with ears in this town."
"And that's going some," Sylvia said and laughed.
"Right," Manny responded. "Anyway, he gave me all sorts of static about the disc. Same crap he laid on you."
"Will he cut the platter?" she asked.
"He doesn't want to," Manny replied. "I had him wiggling and squirming all over the place when I told him you planned to mention the platter on the Merv Griffin show. Finally, he came up with a counter offer."
"What?"
"Well, he wants to pay you an artist fee and skip the record. He claims it'll be cheaper for him because he's convinced the platter'll bomb and he'll be out the costs of production and distribution."
"How much?" Sylvia asked.
"Well, that's probably negotiable," Manny replied with a smile. "He opened with five hundred, but I think we might be able to nail him for a couple of grand."
"Five hundred dollars!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Well, that puts me in the major league with high-price whores."
"That's what he said," Manny laughed. "It's the most expensive blow-job he's ever had, according to him."
"He's a big boy, Manny," Sylvia remarked. "He knows the rules and he played the game. Christ, Manny, I wouldn't climb into bed with a rat like Costerman if it wasn't something special!"
"I know, sweetheart," Manny replied. "So, like I said, let's make him pay for it!"
"You think he will?"
"Yeah, he'll pay. He's already offered us five bills, and I'm pretty sure we can at least double that. As long as it's okay with you, that is."
"It's okay with me," Sylvia said. "To be perfectly honest, Manny, I don't give a damn if we don't get a penny out of him. But I've got no hang-ups about making him pay, believe me!"
"I didn't think you did, baby."
"Look, Manny, the one thing that's really riding me right now is what I'm going to do from here on," Sylvia commented. "The future is much more important to me than any Sid Costermans."
"Yeah," Manny sighed, leaning back in his old, weathered swivel chair. "And I wish I had the answer. I've been shuffling bookings around to see if I couldn't work something out."
"And?" Sylvia prompted.
"Nothing yet," Manny replied, "but I'm still working on it. You see, this goddamn country is in a financial mess right now. Nobody knows what's coming tomorrow. They're afraid Wall Street might lay another egg."
"But...."
"Let me finish, baby," Manny said, leaning across the desk. "The truth is that people ain't spending money like they used to. The clubs are all suffering. People are staying home and sitting on their dough."
"And bookings are down?"
"Not really down," Manny replied. "Let's say cautious. Nobody wants to commit himself too far in the future, which makes it hell on us agents! We used to line up contracts a year in advance. Now we're lucky if we can book talent six months in advance. That's why I'm having trouble working out your deal, Sylvia."
"I understand, Manny. And I want you to know how much I appreciate what you're doing. Tell me honestly, do you think there's a chance of working something out?"
"There's always a chance, baby," Manny replied seriously, "but I wouldn't want you should bank on it right now. From where I sit, it looks like you may have to take the kid on the road with you. Or maybe put him in a boarding school when you're out of town."
"Do you have any idea how much a boarding school costs?"
"Expensive, huh? Well, don't give up hope. I'm still working on it. Now about this spot on Merv Griffin...."
The meeting with Manny served to increase Sylvia's anxiety about her future. Sylvia knew that many performers changed agents when they couldn't get the answer they wanted from their current representative, but she had never been that way. She knew that Manny was one of the best agents in the business and over the years they had developed an excellent working relationship.
"No, it isn't Manny's fault," Sylvia said aloud as she drove to her dressmaker to pick up two new evening gowns for her act. It's nobody's fault, she told herself. Johnny heralded a major change in her life and she simply had to adjust to the fact that her life would probably never be the same again.
Having been independent all her life, Sylvia also realized that she could not look to someone else to solve her problems. Manny would do all he could. She was sure of that. But in the end it would be up to her to take care of herself and Johnny.
Both of the evening gowns fitted perfectly! Sylvia had learned about the dressmaker from another nightclub singer and was delighted to find out she could have custom made gowns for less than half what she had been paying in department stores. Not only were the gowns inexpensive and one-hundred per cent tax deductible, they were designed to fit her body like a second skin and give maximum exposure of her breasts.
When she arrived back at the apartment, she was surprised to find that Johnny was not home. He'd left a note in the kitchen saying that he'd gone over to Tommy's apartment, but he failed to mention when he would return. At least he left a note telling me where he is, she thought as she undressed in the bedroom and slipped into her short Oriental robe.
Sylvia poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch and opened the large cook book she had bought in the book store next to the dressmaker's.
"It's a little late in life to learn how to cook," she said aloud as she began reading, "but better now than never!" Sylvia knew that eating out was simply too expensive with the addition of the growing boy to her family and she decided she would simply have to learn how to prepare interesting meals at home for both of them.
She was jotting down the ingredients for a meatloaf when the door opened and Johnny walked into the apartment. Tommy walked in behind him, and Sylvia knew something was wrong immediately. Both boys were dragging their feet and had downfallen expressions on their faces. A glance at Tommy's young face told her the thirteen-year-old boy had been crying. His eyes were red and ringed.
"Hi!" she greeted.
"Hi."
"Hello, Sylvia."
"Wow!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Why all the gloom?"
"Tommy's mother was arrested," Johnny sighed, plopping down on the couch. "Arrested? Whatever for?" Sylvia asked. "You tell her," Johnny said to the plump boy.
"For being a whore," the thirteen-year-old boy said in a flat voice.
"Oh, come on!" Sylvia protested.
"It's true!" Johnny said. "The police picked her up in Las Vegas and put her in jail."
"Really, Tommy?" Sylvia demanded, still feeling that the boys might be kidding her in some elaborate scheme.
"Yeah," Tommy replied, sitting down next to Johnny. "My Dad called me last night from New York. The cops called him."
"What's going to happen to your mother?" Sylvia asked.
"I don't know," Tommy said. "And I don't care!"
"Are you going to live with your father?" Sylvia asked, realizing that the boys were not joking. Her heart went out to the sad young child.
"No," he said softly, his voice breaking and his body suddenly wracked with deep sobs.
Sylvia moved over beside the boy and put her arm around him as he cried.
"That's all right, Tommy," she comforted. "Have a good cry and get it out of your system."
"His Dad says he can't take Tommy," Johnny explained while Sylvia held the crying young boy. "So Tommy is going to have to go live with his aunt in Modesto. Where's Modesto, Sylvia?"
"Up north," Sylvia replied. "Between here and San Francisco."
"A long way?"
"Well, far enough," Sylvia responded.
"I don't want to go, but my Dad says I have to!" Tommy sobbed. ;
"We don't always get to do what we want to," Sylvia said, hugging the sobbing boy.
"His dad said he'd send for Tommy as soon as he could," Johnny added.
"And I'm sure he will, Tommy. It won't be long. You'll see."
"But I won't be able to see you at all!" Tommy protested.
"Maybe we'll drive up to Modesto one day," Sylvia replied.
"It won't be the same!" the boy cried. "I won't be able to have fun with you any more at all!"
The crying boy boldly slid his hand beneath the fold of Sylvia's Oriental robe and ran his trembling fingers through her pubic hair. The thirty-five-year-old woman briefly wondered if sex would help relieve his grief.
CHAPTER NINE
Sylvia was alone in the living room with the grief-stricken thirteen-year-old boy. Johnny reluctantly, and not without protest, accepted the errand to run to the market for Sylvia so she could be alone with the sad child. His young hand was still buried in the warm nest of her pussy and she had her hand in his lap caressing the hard lump of his prick beneath his pants.
"I'm going to miss you, Tommy," she said, giving his hard pecker an affectionate squeeze. "I love the way you make love to me, and I don't know what I'll do when you're gone."
"You'll have Johnny!"
"Sure, but it's not the same as having both of you," Sylvia replied. "Why look at me right this minute! I'm so hot I can hardly stand it! I want to feel your cock in me, Tommy. Do you want that?"
"Yes!" the boy sobbed.
Without saying another word, Sylvia began undressing the thirteen-year-old boy. She pulled his shirt over his head and then began unbuttoning his pants. He stood up so she could pull them down, and while he was stepping out of them he saw her take his stiff cock into her mouth.
Sylvia's moves were out of sympathy for the unhappy boy who had had his life ripped out from under him so cruelly, but the moment she sucked his darling prick inside her mouth she felt her body suddenly become passionately alive! It was like pushing a button! All she had to do was taste a boy's prick in her mouth and she was immediately turned on!
She cradled his balls in her hand and began sucking his cock slowly. There was no doubt about the thirteen-year-old's desire! His prick was as hard as a rock and she could feel the blood pulsing through the inflated shaft with each beat of his young heart.
"Oh, I love the taste of your cock!" she exclaimed, holding it pressed tightly to her lips and kissing it affectionately.
"What are we going to do?" Tommy asked quietly, the sobbing now absent from his excited young body.
"What do you want to do, Tommy?" Sylvia asked, pulling him down on the couch beside her. "It's your going-away party, so you decide what we do."
"Really?"
"Really," she said, fondling his prick affectionately and kissing his darling, tear-stained, cheek.
"I ... I want to eat your cunt ... and ... and I want you to lick my asshole ... and, and ... and I want you to get on top of me and fuck me!" he said excitedly, thinking of his favorite things as he spoke.
"OOOh!" Sylvia responded with a warm laugh. "That sounds like an exciting party! Where do we start?"
"With me eating your cunt!" the boy cried happily. "Will you sit on my face?"
"If you insist, you darling boy!" Sylvia laughed, pulling her robe off and dropping it on the floor as she climbed over the boy's prone body and squatted above his cute face.
Tommy's trials were quickly forgotten when he stared up at Sylvia's crotch hovering above his face. The sight of her sex excited him more than anything else, and he loved to smell the strong odor of her excited cunt!
He reached up and parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers as she slowly squatted on his face.
Beads of moisture were already clinging to her golden pubic hair. The thirteen-year-old boy pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart and burrowed his face into her pink, meaty flesh. This way, her entire vulva was covering his young face. He loved that!
Sylvia glanced down at the lovely child's face beneath her and felt her heart skip a beat. It was an exciting sight to see and feel his face buried in her sex!
"AAAaaaahhhh!" she moaned when his recently educated tongue located her sensitive clitoris and began licking it. These boys had learned fast and well, and the thirty-five-year-old woman's body was tuned to the magic of their young mouths! They knew how to drive her crazy with their tongues and they loved to have her cum in their mouths!
"Oh, Tommy! That's so good!" she moaned as the passion rapidly mounted in her sensitive body. She could feel his darling tongue making lazy circles around the entire surface of her vulva. She felt the tip of his cute young nose crush against her clitoris as he suddenly drove his tongue up into her vagina and her lips began to writhe above the boy's face.
She glanced down and saw his eyes staring directly up at her while his tongue continued its electric stimulation of her pussy. She locked her eyes on his and felt a lovely warmth sweep through her body. His eyes spoke of love, affection, desire, all in a single intense glance.
"OOoooohh!" she moaned when he began nibbling on the erect mound of her clitoris. She would miss the darling boy, she sighed to herself. In less than five minutes he had her ready to cum! It seemed incredible that they had become so atuned to each other in such a short time!
"I'm hot, Tommy! Do you want me to cum in your face?"
She saw the boy nod his head vigorously as he seemed to step up his oral attack on her steaming box. Sylvia reached down and placed her hands on the thirteen-year-old boy's head. Then she began slowly grinding her hips, rubbing her cunt against the boy's eager mouth. Low cries began bursting from her throat as she held the child's face and ground her pussy against it with jerking motions of her hips. She rode his face like an erotic saddle, covering his cheeks with the dampness of her excited sex.
"AH! OOoohhh! Eat my cunt, Tommy!" she groaned. "Eat it! Yes! YES! AAiieeeeeeeeee!"
Tommy loved to have her cum on his face! It was so exciting it made his cock strain until it ached! Her body became so hot and excited! And the way she ground her pussy all over his face! Then her juices, just a light coating of her watery passion that oozed into his mouth and clung to his nose and cheeks! He felt her body quiver and shake above him, then slowly begin to relax the tenseness of her climax.
"Was it good?" he asked when she finally lifted her steaming, soaking wet pussy from his face.
"It was great, Tommy!" she sighed. Her entire body still tingled.
"Better than when Johnny eats you?" the boy persisted.
"Oh, yes, Tommy!" she said with a smile. "You're the best at eating pussy! You know what I want to do now?"
"What?"
"Lick your little asshole," she said in a low voice as she turned the boy around on the couch. She . knew the boys both loved to hear her talk about sex, using the words they were used to. It excited them, and Sylvia found it strangely stimulating herself. "I want to run my tongue up and down your crack, and then shove it inside your ass. I love to lick your asshole, Tommy, love to feel my tongue up you!"
She turned the boy over on his tummy and knelt between his legs. Then she reached down and pulled the cheeks of his plump ass apart so that his puckered anus was staring straight up at her. She saw it quiver in anticipation and she smiled.
"Ummm! Your asshole is so pretty!" she said in her most sexy voice, bringing her face down between the boy's soft buttocks.
Tommy thought his cock was going to dig a hole in the couch when he heard her talking about his asshole! God, he loved to hear her say the words, talk about it before she did it! Then he felt her lips on his buttocks and he squirmed with pleasure. Over the weekend, the thirteen-year-old boy had learned that Sylvia and Johnny had no rules about sex. They were willing to do anything!
"Geez!" he gasped when he felt her wet tongue sweep down his crack and then dart directly to his sensitive anus to begin licking it clean. He had done this to her during their wild weekend of sex, but he'd never had her do it to him. And the way she did it, like a bear licking a honey pot!
The thirteen-year-old boy groaned with pleasure when he felt the point of her hard tongue press inside his rectum. No wonder this excites her, he thought as his cock jabbed at the textured material of the sofa! Her tongue probing his ass made his balls ache with desire!
"Hey!" he moaned when he felt her warm hand slide beneath his balls and grasp his throbbing shaft in a tight grip. "Hey, I'm so hot I'll pop off on the couch!"
"Then maybe I'd better fuck you," Sylvia said. "I want your load of cum inside me, not on the sofa, Tommy!"
She turned the boy over on his back so that his quivering prick was sticking straight up and pointing at the ceiling. Then she straddled his body and lowered her dripping wet pussy toward his crotch.
"Play with my tits, darling!" she said quietly as she grasped his rigid boycock in her hand and guided it to her wet fuck slit.
The excited young boy reached up with both hands and captured the firm flesh of her fabulous tits. Just the feel of them in his hands made his thirteen-year-old heart beat faster! Her erect nipples were like frozen strawberries, trembling beneath his fondling fingers!
Tommy's eyes darted to his crotch and his hips quaked when he saw Sylvia grasp his rigid prick in her hand and hold it while she lowered her sopping wet pussy on top of it. He saw her run his aching cock up and down her damp slit and felt her crush the swollen head against her hard clitoris.
"Ummmm!" the woman murmured when her body shivered from the exciting contact between the young boy's throbbing organ and her sensitive love button. "God, that's so good!"
Tommy's testicles began rumbling and he kneaded the firm flesh of her tits vigorously to hurry her. The boy wanted to feel his cock in the singer's cunt!
Sylvia knew that if she didn't stop she'd cum just rubbing his darling pecker against her clitoris! Holding his surging shaft firmly, she pushed it down her slit until the swollen head was lodged inside her fuck hole. Then she began lowering her body to impale herself on his rigid prick.
"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned as she worked his thick prick slowly up into her steaming cunt. She loved to feel the walls of her vagina expand as a hard rod penetrated her!
Sylvia looked down at the darling boy's excited face. She could almost read his blood pressure in his young eyes! And she could certainly feel it pounding along the length of his inflated prick inside her vagina!
When she felt the mushroom tip of his organ press against her cervix, Sylvia began grinding her hips in a slow circular motion while she raised and lowered her crotch up and down his rigid pole. She loved to be on top of the boys where she could control the entire screwing action. This way she could always get the maximum out of the act, and she could subtly prolong it as she wished! In thenraw inexperience, the young boys often lost the subtle pleasures of a good fuck. But when Sylvia was on top she could make it a creative art!
The thirty-five-year-old singer suspected that the boys appreciated this because they both loved to have her on top of them.
"Do you like this, darling?" Sylvia mewed, grinding and bouncing a little faster with each stroke.
"Wow! Yes!" the boy gasped. It felt like she was trying to break his prick off at the base! He could feel every inch of his sensitive member caressed by her wet cuntal warmth and she seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply!
"Fuck me, Sylvia!" he groaned, imitating what he had heard the older woman say so often over the weekend.
Sylvia was amazed at how responsive her body had become! It seemed that the minute she had a hard boy cock stuffed up her, she was ready to cum! The walls of her vagina had become so sensitive! She came down hard and fast on his cock, allowing his young pubic growth to rub against her straining clitoris as his shaft rammed to the depth of her boiling womb.
The two heated bodies began bouncing up and down on the couch as Sylvia fucked the young boy with increasingly rapid thrusts of her mature hips. Both started moaning and groaning as the fires in their bodies became more and more intense. The thirteen-year-old boy was holding on to her tits for dear life as she tried to drive him through the fabric of the cushion with her frenzied hips.
Sylvia had passed the point of return and was going to explode any moment. She wanted the youth to climax at the same moment she did, so she reached behind her quaking hips and grasped his tender young balls in her hand to begin pumping them urgently.
"Yiiiieeee!" the boy screamed as his balls seemed to explode in her firm hand. His boiling juices burned their way up through the tube in his rigid penis and erupted like a volcano inside her hot cunt.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm cuuummming!" she cried, driving her hips down the length of his rigid cock to take the hot cream of his passion deep inside her. Her hips gyrated wildly and jerked up and down on his rod with sharp, short strokes. She fell forward, her hips still moving like an out-of-control merry-go-round, and pressed her shaking breasts against his chest while she took his darling young face in her hands and brought her loving lips to his young mouth.
They embraced and loved each other for a long moment, their bodies pressed together and their mouths locked in a fiery kiss. Both knew it was the last time they would make love together and they both wanted to prolong the moment as much as they could.
Tommy was in a somber mood as he slowly finished dressing.
"Promise you'll come to Modesto to visit me?"
"I promise, Tommy," Sylvia replied, taking the thirteen-year-old boy in her arms and hugging him affectionately.
Both knew in their hearts that it would never come to pass, but the exchanged vows of love and future promise comforted the sad youngster.
Johnny returned with the groceries and there was a long silence in the apartment as the moment approached when Tommy would have to leave. Finally, after a tearful good-bye, Johnny accompanied his friend to his apartment.
CHAPTER TEN
It was a gloomy afternoon when Sylvia left the studio after taping her appearance on the Merv Griffin show. Los Angeles was covered with a dull gray overcast that gave the city an eerie, lifeless appearance. The smog was so heavy Sylvia's eyes stung and watered as she retrieved her car from the parking lot next to the studio. Like so many residents of the plastic fool's paradise, Sylvia wondered why she lived there. And like all the rest, she swore she would start looking for somewhere else to live!
She was pleased with her performance. Viewing the replay of the tape had given her a rare opportunity to see herself in action, and she instinctively knew that she was every inch a professional performer.
Because the Gabor woman had virtually monopolized the talk part of the show, Merv and his staff had invited Sylvia back for another show in the fall. It would be worked out with Manny, and Sylvia was pleased that they wanted her to return.
At the same time, Sylvia was disquieted by her performance. The very fact that she knew she was good was frustrating because Sylvia had a strong feeling that her career was coming to an end-through no fault, of her own and against everything she wanted.
It was for this reason that Sylvia turned right on Laurel Canyon and drove up the hill on her way to the San Fernando Vally. She had a six o'clock appointment with Burt Cranston, a man she hadn't seen for almost twelve years. Sylvia and Burt received their teaching certificates at the same time, and Burt had gone on in education to become the superintendent of schools in the Valley. Sylvia had followed his progress in the newspaper and was pleased to see that he had become one of the leading black educators in Southern California.
He had seemed pleased to hear from her when she called, but twelve years ago he had made constant passes at her and Sylvia knew that he had a thing about making love to white women. She hoped he had outgrown that by now! Even more, Sylvia hoped that Burt Cranston could help her find a teaching position for the fall.
It was a difficult decision for Sylvia to make, one that had caused her many sleepless hours at night, but one she felt was the only practical solution to her problem. She knew it would not be easy to begin a new career at the age of thirty-five, but she also knew she could do it if she set her mind to it!
After a series of wrong turns, Sylvia finally located the administration building of the school district and parked in the empty lot adjacent to the stucco structure.
"Hey there, Sylvia Sloan!" Burt Cranston greeted when she walked through the open door to his office. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Sylvia! Sorry there wasn't anybody outside. At this hour all the Indians are gone and only the chiefs pad the dark corridors."
Sylvia smiled as they exchanged greetings and followed him to a long leather sofa at the far end of his office. He hadn't changed much over the years, she decided. He was still short and stocky, and perhaps he had acquired somewhat of a pot belly. His kinky black hair had flecks of gray and the creases on his ebony forehead spoke of long hard hours on the way up the ladder of success. He had never been considered a handsome man, and had, in fact, made it on his razor sharp mind and his ability to lead others. Nor had his features mellowed with age. His thick lips seemed to dominate his round face and his wide nostrils made him almost grotesque!
They talked for a while, reliving old memories and catching up on each other. Then Sylvia out-lined her situation and asked about a teaching position. Burt Cranston was quick to point out that there were a large number of unemployed teachers in the area, and that many of them were either recent graduates or experienced in school districts that had been forced to cut back because of population shifts. Sylvia's heart sank as he explained that he had a waiting list of teachers looking for positions in the Valley School District.
"I had no idea things were like that," Sylvia said in a soft voice. "There used to be such a shortage of teachers!"
"Times have changed," Burt Cranston replied with a smile. "Of course," he added with an almost obscene smile, "I'm not saying your situation is hopeless, Sylvia. You know, how I always liked you. And, well, I believe there's always an opening for a pretty teacher in the district. Naturally I'd be criticized by some of the more experienced teachers looking for positions right now. They're always looking for an opportunity to throw flak at their black administrator. You know how it is."
"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for me," Sylvia said quietly.
"I don't mind trouble, Sylvia," Burt remarked, moving his eyes lewdly up and down her body. "Not as long as it's for something worthwhile. You still carrying that ugly prejudice about black men, Sylvia?"
"Burt!" Sylvia protested. "You know I was never prejudiced!"
"You were with me, Sylvia," he said. "Like I was saying, if I thought you and me could catch up on some of the times we missed, I might be able to find you a position. Matter of fact, I had a teacher resign suddenly today. Her husband was transferred back east and I'll have to fill her vacancy."
"Burt...." Sylvia began in a faltering voice.
"Now, don't give me an answer right now," Burt said with a smile. "You think it over. We wouldn't want something that wouldn't work out, would we? And if you're wondering what it would be like, I can think of four white chicks in the district who'll be glad to tell you I service them regularly and always leave them happy. You know, five would be just about perfect! One for each day of the school week!"
It all seemed like a nightmare when Sylvia drove along the dark road cutting back through the canyon on her way home! She told herself she should have expected it! Burt had always chased every white girl who'd so much as act friendly toward him! And now he had four girls going to bed with him regularly in order to keep their teaching positions!
The thought that he wanted to add her to his stable of whores made a cold chill run down her spine! What would it be like having to make love to that ugly black man once a week? The fact that four other white girls were doing it was of little comfort to Sylvia.
She had wanted to scream at him to shove his position up his ugly ass, but she had been careful to neither accept nor reject his offer. From the strictly practical standpoint, Sylvia had to face the fact that she really had very little to offer. What administrator would choose her with her lack of experience and lapse of time against any number of trained, experienced educators looking for a position?
Things had changed in the last decade, more so in education than in many other fields. Sylvia's training was out of date and she wasn't familiar with the new techniques and programs. So if I'm going to teach, she sighed to herself, I'll have to become a black man's white whore!
When she walked into the apartment, Sylvia found Johnny and a new young boy sitting in front of the TV set. She had to wait for the commercial before Johnny jumped up to introduce his new friend, Jack Dickson.
"Jack lives in the house on the corner where the trail up the mountain starts," Johnny explained rapidly. "I helped Jack with his yard work today and Mrs. Dickson invited me to go to Disneyland with them tomorrow."
"We're gonna leave early," Jack added, "and Mom says Johnny can sleep with me tonight-if it's okay with you."
"Can I?" Johnny pleaded.
"Well," Sylvia responded slowly, "I think it would be all right. You're sure Mrs. Dickson invited you?"
"Yes!" Johnny replied excitedly.
"She did," Jack confirmed.
"Well, okay," Sylvia said.
"Oh, boy!" Johnny cried. "We'll go over to your place now!"
"Did you eat dinner?" Sylvia asked.
"Sure. We had two pizzas!" Johnny said.
"Good. Now let me give you some money," she added, opening her purse and wondering how much the boy would need. Finally she settled on a twenty-dollar bill and told Johnny to treat Jack to something to eat while they were there.
Supervising Johnny's packing of a change of clothes, tooth brush and paste, and comb, Sylvia saw the boys off. When they were gone, Sylvia took her car and drove downtown for dinner. She was in no mood to cook.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a sleepless, exhausting, night, Sylvia arose early and went for a drive to get out of the apartment. She bought the early edition of the newspaper and studied the employment ads over a cup of coffee at Tiny Naylor's. The prospects were less than promising and Sylvia found her gloom deepening.
This was the first day she'd had completely to herself since Johnny had come into her life. The boys would not be home until after dinner.
At noon she found herself near the corner of Sunset and Doheny and she decided to have lunch in the Little Bit of Sweden. There she ran into Marsha Simpson, a minor recording artist and occasional friend over her years in show business. Marsha was alone and Sylvia joined her for lunch. Marsha, who had a reputation for her ability to drink, had three vodka martinis and Sylvia managed to keep up with her. Sylvia seldom drank, and on any other day she would perhaps have sipped ice tea while her friend downed the vodka martinis, but in her depressed mood Sylvia decided a couple of drinks might make her feel better.
By the time she finished her fourth martini, Sylvia was laughing at her friend's stories about her experiences in the record industry. She had also lost her appetite and Marsha had to insist she eat something. Sylvia chose a shrimp salad, but only ate a small portion when it was served. The girls continued to exchange shop talk until Marsha looked at her watch and realized she was late for an appointment with her agent.
Sylvia caught herself weaving as she walked out of the dimly lit restaurant and the sunshine outside blinded her for a moment when she emerged from the entrance. She was not drunk, but she knew she was high!
Driving very carefully, Sylvia headed for her apartment. By the time she parked next to the building, some of the glow had dissipated but her head was still swimming.
Sylvia stopped when she reached the top of the stairs. There was a strange man sitting on the floor and leaning against the door to her apartment! His clothes were good, but badly wrinkled, like he might have slept in his suit. He was clean shaven and decently groomed, but even from this distance Sylvia could tell that he had been drinking heavily. He seemed asleep, and there was an empty pint liquor bottle a few inches from his hand.
"What in the world?" she said aloud.
The man's head turned slowly toward her and his eyes opened. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and began pulling himself to his feet. Sylvia judged him to be about her age, but she was positive that she had never seen him before in her life! She knew she should be frightened, especially with all she read in the papers, but somehow the man did not frighten her. He's probably some drunk who fell down by my apartment while he was looking for somebody else, she thought as she began to walk toward him. Sylvia wondered if it was the vodka in her veins that made her so brave?
"Sylvia?" the man said as she approached.
"Who are you?" Sylvia asked, halting a few feet away. "And what are you doing at my door?"
"Sylvia Sloan?" the man repeated in an alcohol thickened voice.
"Yes, I'm Sylvia Sloan," she said. "Now who are you?"
"Well," he sighed, "thank God I found you! Manny Silverman gave me your address."
She'd speak to Manny about that! Sylvia told herself as she walked up and unlocked her door.
"Look, I don't know who you are or what you want," she replied, "but I'm not interested."
"I've been out here for hours!" the man sighed. "Could I use your John? If I don't, there'll be an accident."
"All right," Sylvia agreed against her better judgment. She opened the door and pointed. "In there. And as soon as you're through, I want you to leave!"
The man walked on unsteady legs across the living room and disappeared into the bathroom. Sylvia wondered why in the hell Manny would have given her address to a total stranger. In all the years she had been with Manny, he had never done anything like this!
Sylvia was standing by the open front door when the man emerged from the bathroom. She wanted him out of the apartment right away!
"Thanks, Sylvia!" the man smiled with a deep, relieved sigh. "I've been drinking steady for-well, hell, it seems like forever! I thought you'd never get home, Sylvia."
"Who are you? How do you know my name?
I've never met you in my life!" Sylvia said, still standing by the open door. He was, she decided, certainly a handsome man!
"There's no reason you should know me, Sylvia," he remarked, sitting down on the sofa. "Where's Johnny?"
"Johnny? Now look, whoever you are, I want you to leave my apartment immediately!"
"I'm Mark, Sylvia."
"Mark who? Oh! Mark Taber!"
"Right. Think you could spare me a drink? Something light. I've gotta come off this binge."
"Mark Taber!" Sylvia repeated. She closed the door and walked toward the kitchen. "But you were...."
"Missing in action. Presumed dead. All that shit. Yes, Sylvia," he said with a touch of bitterness. "A casualty of a lousy, stinking war we were never supposed to have been in."
Sylvia's mind couldn't seem to break through the vodka haze swirling through her system! She searched for the bottle of Scotch she kept for when she had friends drop by, found it and poured two weak drinks, added ice and water, and walked back into the living room.
"Here, Mark," she said, handing him the glass. "It may be too weak."
"It'll be fine, Sylvia," he said with little animation. "I just need something to keep the glow and prevent the headache, you know? Sooner or later I have to come down, and it might as well be now."
Sylvia sat oh the other end of the couch and took a sip from her drink.
"What happened, Mark?" she asked.
In a slow, unanimated voice, like a child reciting a learned but disliked lesson, he told her how he was captured and made a prisoner of war. He described the harrowing treatment he had received, the attempts to brainwash his mind, the physical and mental tortures he was put through. Then, suddenly, his captors fed him double rations for three weeks and released him.
"Good God!" Sylvia remarked. "That was awful!"
Mark went on to explain how he was sent back to this country and put through what the military referred to as reorientation, commenting that it was an attempt to reverse any brainwashing he might have fallen heir to.
When he was released, he flew to Kansas City. He wanted to surprise his family but was the surprised one when he found out that May was dead and his son was now living in California with Sylvia.
"I hit the bottle pretty hard," he continued.
"The rest is like a bad dream. I flew out here and lost your address in a bar. I called twenty-two theatrical agents before I found Manny Silverman. And it took me an hour to convince him I wasn't some bum trying to get your address."
"You've been through a nightmare, Mark!" Sylvia remarked with sincere, heart-felt, sympathy for the man. "I'm sorry I was so rude. I just had no idea who you were."
"Hell, Sylvia, I don't blame you!" Mark returned with his first smile. "I'm a wreck! If I found a guy like me at my door, I'd probably kick him as hard as I could! How's Johnny?"
Sylvia explained that Johnny had gone to Disneyland with a friend and told Mark that his sone was a fine young man.
"It must have been terrible to come home to find May gone like that," Sylvia said. "How about another drink? Lord knows, I'm going to have one!"
"Sure," Mark replied. "Here, I'll help you."
"You just sit there and relax, Mark!" Sylvia said. "I'm still sober enough to make our drinks."
Sylvia held onto the edge of the sink in the kitchen for a long moment before she began mixing their drinks. Things were happening so fast in her life she couldn't keep up! And she had never been so affected by a story as she had by Mark's!
What more could happen to the poor man? She wondered how Johnny would react when he learned that his father was alive? Sylvia knew that the boy had accepted the fact that Mark was dead.
"It's funny we meet like this," Mark commented as he accepted the drink from Sylvia. "May talked about you all the time and I sort of feel I know you."
"I feel the same way," Sylvia said with a smile as she sat down in the middle of the sofa. "But I suppose all you've been through has changed you."
"Not much," Mark said. "Oh, I'll kill the next sonofabitch who suggests I go fight a war! But all that time I was there I had only one idea-survival."
"And you made it, thank God!" Sylvia sighed.
"Thank nobody!" Mark said seriously. "God didn't help me. Nobody helped me. I survived because I had to survive. And I'll go on surviving because I have to."
"I guess in a way I'm the same," Sylvia said.
"I know. May told me about what happened to you and how you had the determination to make it regardless. And you did, Sylvia."
"What're you going to do now, Mark?" Sylvia asked, changing the subject.
"I start work next Monday," he replied, taking a long swallow of his drink.
"You already have a job!"
"Yeah. A guy I became buddies with in the prison camp. He was released about a year ago and he's started up his old business again. I saw him before I went to Kansas City and he offered me a good job."
"How wonderful!" Sylvia said enthusiastically, mentally noting that this was her last drink. She was getting pretty high! "And now you'll be able to have your son with you."
"Yes," he said simply, his speech becoming a little thicker as he drained his glass. "I want to thank you for taking the boy. I know what a burden it's been on you, Sylvia."
"Burden?" Sylvia exclaimed, standing and walking to the window to hide her face from Mark's intent gaze. "It hasn't been a burden, Mark. It's been ... well, it's been a marvelous experience! Johnny has been something special in my life."
Sylvia bit her tongue to choke back the sobs that were beginning in her throat! She was going to lose Johnny! She took a deep breath and started to turn when she suddenly felt Mark's hands on her shoulders.
"You don't have to hide it, Sylvia," Mark said. "I may be drunk, but I'm not insensitive. I'm sure you've become very attached to the boy, particularly when you haven't had children of your own. And now a drunken ghost from the past comes into your life to take the boy away."
Sylvia couldn't control herself! Tears flooded her eyes and she turned and held tight to Mark, crying her heart out on his shoulder. His strong arms comforted her and she finally won the fight to control herself.
"Better?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she replied.
"I wish I could do that," he said as he led her back to the couch and sat down beside her. "What?"
"Cry. I'd love a good cry to cleanse my soul. But when you've been through what I have, you forget how to cry. Christ, when I talk like that, I know I'm drunk!"
"Thanks, Mark," Sylvia said, staring into his deep eyes as he held her shaking shoulders in his powerful hands. A silence fell over them as they gazed into each other's eyes and Sylvia felt something strange sweep through her system. She wanted to break away from him, but she seemed to be held like a magnet. Neither of them moved.
Then Mark slowly brought his face to hers, crushing his lips against her mouth and throwing his arms around her neck. Sylvia tried to push him away, but she couldn't budge his strong body. She felt his tongue exploring her lips and when she opened her mouth to speak it darted inside to embrace her tongue warmly.
Sylvia's body shuddered, then relaxed in his arms. She had never felt exactly like this with a man before in her life. Her power to reason was dulled by the alcohol in her veins. Was it sympathy that made her feel like this? Was it because she was high on alcohol? Sylvia didn't know, but she knew that she was warm and comfortable in his arms. She returned his kiss and her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hand reach down to grasp her breast!
Mark Taber had not been with a woman in over three years! In the far recesses of his mind he knew that this was his wife's sister, the woman who had been taking care of his son, and that somehow this seemed wrong. But he had been so conscious of Sylvia's body from the moment he saw her that he couldn't control his desire!
And when he cupped her heavy, full, firm tit in his hand, Mark knew that he had to fuck her! She was twice as sexy as May had been! She had the figure of a goddess! A goddess of love! He kissed her passionately, the urgency of the years of frustration in his body flowing from his tongue and hand like a high voltage current!
Mark dropped his hand to her knee and boldly moved his fingers up her soft, full thighs. The touch of her skin was so exciting he thought he would come in his pants! When he reached her silk panties, he began rubbing his hand over her soft pubic mound with firm strokes that made her entire body tremble.
"Mark!" Sylvia gasped, finally managing to free her mouth from his hungry lips. "We can't! It ... it wouldn't be right!"
"Fuck right!" Mark snapped. "Do you think what I've been through was right? I haven't had a woman in three years. Is that right?"
"But!"
"But nothing, Sylvia," he said firmly. "You want it as much as I do! You felt the same thing I did when I looked into your eyes. Are we supposed to lie and say it didn't happen? I promised myself one thing, Sylvia, that I'd stop lying to myself and live my life as it happened!"
Without waiting for her reply, he crushed his lips once again tightly against hers and began rubbing her pubic mound with even greater determination.
Sylvia didn't know what to do. His last sentence stunned her. It was almost word for word what she had promised herself! She knew she was excited, but she refused to believe it was sexual excitement! All her life she had detested the idea of sex with men. Did Johnny and Tommy change that? she wondered. Was she hot for Mark? She knew he was right about the feeling that swept through her when he stared into her eyes, but she didn't understand that feeling!
When Mark's probing fingers slipped beneath the elastic leg bands of her panties and dipped into her slit to begin fondling her clitoris, Sylvia could no longer deny to herself that she was sexually aroused! Sparks, delightfully familiar sparks, began coursing through her body. Her response, conditioned by hour after hour of sex with the two young boys, was automatic. Her heart began beating more rapidly and her breath came heavier.
Sylvia dropped her hand to Mark's lap and she immediately felt his straining cock pressing against her palm. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized how large his prick was! It seemed to extend halfway to his knee! And it was so thick! She rubbed her hand against it and heard him moan with desire.
He stood up quickly, pulling her to her feet without saying a word. He put his arm around her and led her toward the bedroom. They leaned against each "other for balance, but neither one spoke a word as they weaved their way to the edge of the bed. Mark turned her around and began unzipping her dress.
Sylvia stood perfectly still and allowed him to undress her.
"God!" he breathed excitedly. "You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, Sylvia darling!"
"Now it's my turn to see you, Mark," she said, blushing at the fervor in his voice.
She slipped his coat off, loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt. When she had his upper torso naked, Sylvia dropped to her knees on the floor and began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She glanced up at his muscular shoulders and told herself she had never seen such a well-built man!
Mark Taber was slender. His waist was narrow and his belly flat. The ravages of his imprisonment showed in his rib cage, but his chest was muscular and his shoulders broad and powerful. Sylvia knew that he must have exercised regularly while he was held prisoner-part of his determined effort to survive.
She pulled his pants and shorts down at the same time. She had to tug them over his rigid shaft, and when it finally sprang free, Sylvia's heart leaped to her throat!
"OH!" she gasped, looking at his giant cock quivering just inches from her eyes. It was the biggest thing Sylvia had ever seen! It was quite long and as thick as Johnny's forearm! The inflamed skin on the swollen head was bright pink. Blue, rope-like, veins rippled and swirled down the length of his mighty shaft to give it the appearance of a gnarled tree trunk! There were traces of white foam sprinkled on the bulbous head, the froth of his excited passion.
Sylvia knelt staring at the huge organ. It almost mesmerized her! The odor was strong, the aroma of masculine sensuality.
Mark swayed and his turgid penis brushed against Sylvia's lips and nose. The contact seemed to awaken her from her passive state and she automatically darted her tongue out between her lips and brought it to the swollen, pulsing, member. The flavor of his sex exploded against her taste buds to fan the low burning fires in her body. It was a strong, salty, somewhat acrid, taste that was completely different than that of the boys, yet it was every bit as exciting-and that surprised Sylvia!
She slipped her pliant lips over the tip of his cock and began slowly taking it into her mouth. Her jaws stretched until they ached! Sylvia found that she had to struggle to take his thick shaft into her oral cavity! The corners of her lips cried out with pain as they stretched to the point of splitting! Her tongue was so compressed beneath the weight of his prick that she had all she could do to keep from gagging! Sylvia wondered if any girl had ever been able to expand her mouth enough to give Mark Taber a blow-job?
"UUmmm!" Mark sighed. "That's nice, Sylvia! You don't know how good that feels!"
Sylvia moved her mouth up and down the big tree trunk cock, bringing the swollen head deep into her throat without being able to force her lips down the last two inches of his throbbing flesh! She felt his body begin swaying and she placed her hands on his waist to steady him.
"Christ, that's good!" he moaned. "But, honey, I'm too drunk to stand here like this!"
Mark reached down and placed his hands in Sylvia's armpits and pulled her gently to her feet. He took her in his arms and crushed her lush body against his muscular frame. Her beautiful tits seemed to be boring holes in his hairy chest as he placed his mouth against hers in a passionate kiss!
Their lips were still locked in a fiery kiss when he leaned back to bring them falling on the bed. Mark slipped his hand between her legs and took possession of her damp pussy with his fingers. He located her clitoris and began fondling it gently. When he felt her body begin to quiver with passion, he burrowed his middle finger inside her vagina and began a slow fucking motion that made her moan with pleasure.
Mark had not allowed himself to dream of this for several years. He refused to torture himself with sexual desires in the prison camp. But now that he was back on a bed with a gorgeous, firm-fleshed female in his arms, the years of frustration seemed to well up into one frantic moment! He wanted to take hours, days, weeks, years seducing this fantastic woman! But it was too much for him! The fire in his body was so intense his muscles cramped and ached and his head pounded! He had to have her! He had to sink his cock into her cunt!
Sylvia was both excited and frightened. The urgency of his need was transmitted to her body and her passion seemed to mount as she felt his drive become more and more demanding. She loved the way he was playing with her pussy! His fingers were so knowing and talented! Mark, she knew, had been a member of the swinging set with her sister, and his vast experience with women was certainly evident in the way he kissed her and played with her. He excited her until she was ready to cry, then backed off to allow her time to regain her control before he once again began teasing her sensitive organs to a new fever pitch.
Sylvia wanted him, but she was afraid. She was frightened of her own reaction, of losing the excitement he had built inside her the minute he began making love to her. It had happened several times before with other men and it was a difficult toll for Sylvia to pay.
She was also scared to death of the size of his prick! She had never seen one like this and she couldn't believe a woman could physically take anything that big in her cunt! She could imagine the pain, and she wondered if there perhaps wouldn't be blood as well!
Sylvia thought about pulling away and stopping this before it went any further. Her body told her to, but she couldn't bring herself to do that to a man who had been through what Mark had and who needed sex so badly!
She pushed those thoughts and fears behind the warm, sense-dulling, cloud of vodka and Scotch vapors and allowed her body to relax and respond to the electric charge flowing from his taut flesh as he pressed against her.
Sylvia reached down and grasped his surging, jerking prick. Her fingers wouldn't meet around its thick girth! She brought her other hand down and held it in both hands, stroking it firmly as his body squirmed and quaked against her.
Mark almost exploded in her hands! He wanted so desperately to prolong this beautiful scene, but with every moment that passed his agony increased!
"Jesus, I'm so hot it hurts!" he gasped as he finally broke his hungry mouth from her velvety lips. "It's been such a long time, and you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen! I want to hug you, kiss you, lick your cunt and play with you, but I can't hold off."
"I understand, Mark," Sylvia replied softly, bringing her lips to his cheek and planting a dozen kisses all over his face.
"I've just gotta fuck you!" he groaned, ramming his finger to the hilt in her wet cunt.
"Fuck me, Mark," she said softly, darting her tongue into his ear. "I want you to fuck me!" She knew the agony he was going through and she wanted to help him.
It happened so fast Sylvia hardly had a chance to catch her breath or even know what he was doing. He flipped her over on her back and spread her legs by digging his steel-like fingers into her thighs. He climbed over her leg and was on top of her in what seemed like one lightning move.
Then she felt the swollen bulb at the tip of his cock rubbing up and down the length of her slit. She felt her heart begin beating urgently as he pressed his meat against her inflamed clitoris.
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned, her hips automatically beginning to writhe beneath the exciting contact.
Mark looked down at the gorgeous blonde beneath him and felt his balls swell dangerously.
She was a vision, a sensual vision of passion and loveliness. Her pale golden tresses cascaded down her shoulders and rested on the firm mounds of her pointed tits. He couldn't believe how firm her breasts were! They stood proudly on her chest, pointing straight up with firm cherries at the tips that seemed to wink at him!
Mark's tortured body was filled with love as he gazed so affectionately at her creamy white flesh! He guided his swollen, aching prick down her slit until he felt her hot hole immediately beneath the blood enraged tip. Then staring directly into the heated pools of her lovely eyes, he jerked his hips and sent his cock raging into her cunt with a powerful lunge.
"AAArrrruuuugggghhhh!"
Sylvia's scream filled the room and echoed in their ears. The pain of his penetration was more intense than anything she had ever experienced in her life! It was far more severe than the initial pain she had felt when she slipped on a stage and broke her leg! It felt like he was shoving a telephone pole up her. The walls of her cunt seemed to scream as they expanded over and over to take the thick spear burrowing its way to the depths of her womb.
Tears flooded her cheeks and her fingernails dug into the bedspread. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight.
"Mark! I ... can't ... take ... it!" she gasped. "It's too big! God! Oh, God! Mark ... you're killing meeeeeeee!"
Mark Taber had been through this a dozen times before, particularly with girls who had never given birth and whose cunts had therefore never been stretched. He knew that most girls adjusted to it quickly. Some had even told him that after he had fucked them they couldn't enjoy it with a small prick. Several had cried all the way and refused to see him again.
He didn't want to hurt Sylvia, but he was beyond controlling himself! His need was so great he didn't care what happened to the lovely blonde below him! Ignoring her pleas, he thrust forward and worked his cock inch by inch up her cunt.
"No! God, Mark, I can't take it! No more! No! NO!"
Sylvia screamed, cried, pleaded, tried to wiggle free of the weight of his body, clawed the bedspread, and fought hard to keep from fainting as he relentlessly shoved his thick penis into her ravaged vagina. She imagined that he had ripped her skin apart and that she was bleeding! She bit her lips, then her tongue, in an effort to lessen the incredible pain in her groin.
Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain began to fade! Sylvia wondered if she was becoming numb? Her body seemed to be wrapped around the throbbing organ digging into her flesh. Her skin was stretched tight, tighter than it had ever been stretched before!
And as the pain faded, a familiar sensation began sweeping through her body with the force of a hurricane! She was beyond the stage of an itch in her loins. A hot fire was already burning there and it was becoming more intense by the second! Her nipples were hard and burning as he rubbed and crushed them beneath his hard chest.
For a moment, Sylvia didn't trust the reactions of her body. The pain was too fresh in her mind. But when she felt the walls of her ravaged vagina begin to quake with intense excitement, she relaxed and gave her body over to him. She had never felt so stuffed in her life! His prick was so long and so thick it seemed to fill every inch of her body! She could feel the throbbing, rope-like veins along his powerful shaft gouging tracks in the flesh of her cunt as he burrowed to the very entrance to her womb.
Sylvia threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his slender waist. She dug her nails into his shoulders and kicked her heels against his pumping buttocks as her excitement carried her to heights she had never experienced before!
"Fuck me, Mark! Oh, God, fuck me!" she cried in ecstasy.
Mark Taber could barely hear her. His ears were filled with the roaring sound of his balls! The stored-up juices of his passion swirled through his testicles like a turbulent, angry sea! His hips bucked like runaway pistons, lunging and plunging his aching prick into her scalding, pulsing vagina.
"FUCK ME!" Sylvia cried between clenched teeth.
There was no finesse, no subtlety, now. They were two animals bouncing and grinding on the bed. He was a raging stallion and she was a mare in heat! Their union was not civilized. It was a primeval rutting, a physical rite of nature.
"Harder! Faster! FUCK ME!" Sylvia grunted as she urged him on with the spurs of her heels against his flailing ass. Instinctively, the thirty-five-year-old woman knew that everything she had done with the young boys was preparation for this! She had been playing delightful games, but now she was becoming a woman! She dug her fingernails into his shoulder and felt his blood begin to ooze around the tips of her fingers.
She grunted like a wild animal and skewered her cunt up his cock to ride his bouncing body. Her hips left the mattress and she hung suspended on his steel rod, but her body continued working its way up and down his throbbing spear.
Mark Taber groaned as the aching pain in his testicles became unbearable! Then the air in his lungs escaped with a loud moaning sound when his balls exploded and the dam that had been holding his passion was finally burst.
"AAAAaaaahhhhhh!" he cried, shoving his rampaging prick as deep into her cunt as he could.
"AAAAiiiieeeeeeeeee!" Sylvia screamed when she felt the flood of hot cream flow into her body. His cock was like a fire hose, contracting and jerking as it spewed its hot load into her cunt. Each spurt of his juice ignited an explosion in the depths of her being! The air rushed out of her lungs and she clung tightly to his heaving body as she went through one intense orgasm after another in a never-ending series that left her body shaking like jelly!
When they fell back to the mattress, Sylvia felt his hot sperm gushing out of her cunt. It seemed like he had shot a quart of cream up her!
Their bodies were so spent and exhausted, they drifted off into a pleasant nap locked in each other's arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
At ten minutes after six that afternoon, Mark Taber proposed to Sylvia Sloan. They were in the shower together at the time and he had just finished working a sudsy lather into her blonde pubic hairs when he asked her to marry him.
Both of them were reasonably sober. They had been sipping coffee while they explored the mysteries of each other's bodies for over two hours. Both of them were tired. They had experienced a total of three very intense orgasms together.
"Are you serious, Mark?" Sylvia asked as he rubbed her body vigorously with a soft towel.
"Of course I'm serious, darling!" he insisted. "Look it may not be any bed of roses. I've got to start my life all over. I have to find myself, but I want you at my side, if you're willing."
"Do you know that you're the first man who has ever proposed to me?" she said, holding his long, limp prick in her hand while she rubbed it dry with a towel.
"That doesn't surprise me," Mark said.
"Well, thanks a lot!"
"What I meant, Sylvia, was that I'm sure other men have wanted to ask you but knew it wouldn't have done them any good. I'm hoping you might be in a weak moment right now."
"With this magnificent cock in my hands," she laughed, "I just might be talked into anything! Come on, let's get dressed before I rape you!"
"Well?" Mark persisted as they walked back into the bedroom to begin dressing.
"I don't know what to say, Mark. My God, I've only known you for three hours and you want me to marry you!"
"We live in fast times, Sylvia," Mark said.
"And our lives are so different!" Sylvia continued. "I travel almost nine months a year. And you'll be here working."
"I won't be working here," Mark said. "In fact, I'll bet we'll be together eight of those nine months you travel."
"How?" she demanded, pulling her dress over her head.
"My job is traveling," Mark said. He went on to explain that his friend's business was the manufacture of custom electric signs for business and that he was to travel the country selling custom signs.
"You mean you can sell signs in any city?"
"That's right," Mark said. "My territory is the United States. I can go where I want, so we can be together on the road."
"But what about Johnny?" Sylvia asked.
"Come here, darling," he said, taking her hand and leading her into the living room. "I want you to listen carefully because what I'm about to say could be misunderstood." s
"What is it, Mark?"
"Just be quiet and listen," he replied, standing while she sat on the couch. "Like I tried to explain, Sylvia darling, I have to start my life all over. It's no secret that I'm a pretty fucked-up guy. What I've been through has twisted my head. Can you understand that?"
"Of course, Mark."
"Being a parent is an awesome thing, Sylvia. A parent has to have his head together to be able to lead the child to the right thoughts, values, and experiences. If the parent fucks up, he wastes-wipes out-another human being's chances for happiness, right?"
Visions of her sexual escapades with Johnny flashed through Sylvia's mind and she felt her cheeks flush.
"I suppose so. ... "
"Now I love my son, Sylvia," Mark continued. "I love him enough not to waste him. I guess what I'm saying right now is that I don't trust myself to be his parent at this point-not until I find myself and understand myself. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, Mark," she replied in a low voice.
"So what I intend to do is put him in a boarding school," Mark said. "Maybe only for a year or so, but until I find myself and trust myself to be his parent. I've already checked out the school. It's a big ranch in Arizona. Johnny'll have his own horse and everything. He'll get a good shot at learning how to be a human being without having me send him down the wrong road. On holidays and vacations, I want him with us. We'll take him places and do things with him. Gradually, we'll become a family-and it won't be thrust upon any of us suddenly."
Mark fell silent, gazing down at Sylvia with warmth and affection. Her mind was working a mile a minute! Sylvia knew that what Mark said was really the best thing. She felt guilty that in these few sentences he had demonstrated himself to be a much more responsible human being than she was.
Mark walked over to her and offered her his hands. She took them and felt herself swept up into his arms. She wanted to tell him about what she and Johnny had done together, but she couldn't because she realized that Mark Taber was the most important thing in her life!
"Will you marry me, Sylvia?" he asked softly in her ear.
