One of the problems that societal man comes in contact with is child molestation. Pedophilia is the erotic craving for a child by an adult.
An erroneous conception of this quirk of personality is one in which the adult party is characterized as some wild-eyed maniac. But surprisingly, there are women too, who pursue children to satisfy their erotic cravings. It is not a condition confined only to men. There are basic traits in both sexes. One common problem that most pedophiliacs suffer from is the inability to develop satisfactory heterosexual relationships with adults.
In this novel, The Teacher's Party, we deal with a young woman who is physically mature, congenitally normal, and who possesses a moderately high I.Q. Her only vice seems to be the desire to cohabit with young boys and engage them in various sexual acts to satisfy her lustful yearnings. Our heroine, Sharon Brookes, resorts to various insidious ploys to gain these ends.
In depicting the heroine in this novel, the writer has refrained from any psychological analysis of the character. The writer is not qualified to discuss in medical terms the complexities of Miss Brookes' problem.
There is no attempt to condone nor condemn her actions. The following pages relate to a very pleasant young lady with a penchant for boys younger than she. It deals with her personal experiences, her emotional responses, and those of the young males compromised by her.
Sharon Brookes lays to rest the fallacy that pedophiliacs are depraved maniacs. She reacts normally in every aspect. Her motivations seem justified.
In fact, the model for this novel is a very tender person, sympathetic and understanding, but with an unusual desire. Society would frown on her sexual encounters. They would often consider it a perverted act. The character stands or falls upon her own merit.
After you read this novel, you be the judge and the jury. You determine whether this young lady is a sexual pervert, abnormal, or can you accept what she did? This book underlines the fact that there are many misconceptions about those who partake in sexual acts that society deems unacceptable. We ask only that you view these aberrations with an open mind.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Brookes received her first encounter with a male genital when she was a counselor at a youth camp. She was eighteen then, had finished her first year at college, and was working her first real summer job.
Oh. She had seen pictures of pricks-line drawings in textbooks and such, but she had never viewed the real fleshy organ. There was something fascinating about the male genital. Sharon knew what physiological changes occurred under different circumstances. She was eager for her first real encounter.
She had been out on dates with boys, had experienced the pressure of their hard-ons as they pressed against her when they necked. Curiosity often tempted her to feel their cocks, but prudence advised against it. To touch their pricks would only invite the ultimate experience. Getting Fucked!
Sharon wanted to avoid. At sixteen, she was not yet ready for the stiff penises of her high school boyfriends.
She didn't mind a little muzzling. Having her tits squeezed or even a little rubbing of her young cunt, that was the extent of her sex life. Her preoccupation and interest in cocks made it difficult for her to restrain herself.
Her problem was that she felt cheated. Nature had played a dirty trick on her. From the books she read, Sharon saw that the penis was a formidable and awesome piece of anatomy. When she began menstruating, the thought of being cheated was greater.
If she had a cock, she wouldn't be troubled with this problem. Never having experienced an orgasm, Sharon felt that this too was necessary for an exciting sex life.
The books she read mentioned female orgasms but she felt that the male orgasm with its mighty discharge of semen was something that was extraordinary.
After her freshman year of college, the opportunity to work at a summer camp presented itself.
The job wasn't too bad. She was in charge of a group of girls, seven and eight years old. At nine, the younger children were in bed. There was a duty roster. Usually, three counselors would patrol the area. The rest of the girls could go out to the local town. In most cases, they would go down to the canteen and fraternize with the boy counselors.
On this particular night, Sharon walked over to visit with one of the male counselors who was on patrol in the area. The main purpose of patrolling was to be available in case anything happened. Another reason was to be available for the "marines". These were they younger boys and girls who were incontinent. The ones who had a record of bed-wetting.
About an hour after they fell asleep, a counselor would make the rounds and usher the particular child to the bathroom. In a somnambulistic state, the child would stagger into the toilet. At the gentle urgings of the counselor, the child would urinate. Usually, that was sufficient to guarantee that the child would not wet the bed.
Sharon was enjoying a cigarette with one of the counselors when he looked at his watch. He had six "marines" to take care of in two barracks. Four in one, two in the other. He asked her if she would help him out. He pointed to one cabin.
"Can you take that cabin, Sharon? There's only two marines in that one," he said. "No big deal! Use your flashlight so you won't have to turn on the lights. Shove slippers on the kids' feet, guide them to the toilet, take out their little dingers, and encourage them to take a leak."
The offer excited her. "Sure," she agreed. "How do I encourage them to pass water?"
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "The same way you do for little girls! Haven't you ever seen women holding babies and hissing softly? Just talk soothingly to them. The idea is to get them out of bed, take their leak, and get back without waking up. If you don't think you can handle it, tell me!"
"Oh, no!" Sharon quickly vetoed him. "I can handle it," she insisted. "Just tell me which kids to get!"
He told her the boys' names and which bunks they were in. She stepped into the dark wooden cabin, carefully shielding the beam of her flashlight. Stopping at the first bunk, Sharon gazed down on the blonde tousled head of a five year old boy.
Gently, she sat the child up, placing slippers on his feet. Sharon supported the young boy as he somnambulated towards the little room set off as a lavatory. She felt a strange elation surging through her. Her face was slightly flushed and her pulse began to beat faster.
She didn't want to turn on the light in the room. Standing behind the boy to support him, she reached for his tiny peter through the pajama fly. Her other hand held the flashlight. The beam hovered over the coveted quarry.
The puerile prick was in a semi-state of erection. It was about an inch and a half long. Balls and prick fitted completely into the palm of her hand. If she closed her fist, the entire genital would be hidden.
His little cock was warm, soft, and velvety to her touch. Sharon felt the nape of her neck prickling as a sensuous chill traveled along her spine. She finally was holding a penis in her hand.
Her fingers held the miniature shaft as she softly hissed. "S-ss-ss! S-ssss!"
The boy's body swayed backwards as he slept on. His head rested against her ample tits as she leaned over to watch. Her fingers felt the pintle expel a stream of piss as it struck the bowl. Sharon felt the biological expression in the kid's marble-like balls.
The urge to explore the boy's erogenous areas came over her. Sharon fought the temptation. There was still another boy. She guided the first boy back to his bunk and tucked him in. Her flashlight, the beam shielded, found the other marine. The ritual was repeated.
An idea came to her. She unfastened the boy's pajamas, letting them fall around his ankles. His small rounded ass was exposed to her touch this time. Sharon ran her palm in a gentle caress over the soft round buttocks. A lascivious perversity engulfed her. If only there was more time! Her hand passed between his thighs and captured the tiny cock. The soft hissing emitted from her lips produced the same effects. The piss piddled into the bowl.
Sharon hiked up the child's pajamas and returned him to his bunk. She knew about the fact that children, boys, experienced erections. It certainly wasn't from any erotic thoughts. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her salacious nature. Did the other boys in the bunk, asleep, have hard-ons?
Cautiously, she made her way to another bunk. Carefully, she drew back the sheet and flashed her light down towards the child's crotch. There it was! Prominent! Sticking up in the air! All two inches of it, if that much! But there was no mistaking the erection. It wasn't just a piss hard-on as the other boys had.
Her fingers reached out to feel the firmness of the hard-on. It had to be done gently lest the child wake up. The tactile exploration sent shivers through her, giving her little goose-bumps. Lambently, the fingers stroked the warm hard flesh. Sharon made believe she was jerking him off. She knew that the boy would never shoot a load. Also, if she continued she might awaken him.
A crazy impulse seized her. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth wide. Hard-on and balls disappeared into her oral cavern. It was positively wild! The contact of the boy's genitals against her tongue filled her with erotic excitement.
Her tongue was able to brush against the two tiny agates held in the little fleshy sac. There was still enough of her tongue exposed to touch part of the hard-on.
The door of the other cabin slammed shut gently. The other counselor had finished with his work. He had four kids to take care of while she only had two! Sharon released her oral hold on the boy's sex organs. Quickly, she covered him with his sheet.
She flashed her beam towards the door. It was an attempt to notify anyone outside that she was on the way out. Sharon was stalling for time. Her first sexual encounter had aroused her quite a bit. She didn't want to walk out with a flushed face or some other tell-tale sign of excitement.
"Hi!" the male counselor greeted her. "Any trouble? You only had two to take care of."
Sharon tried to appear nonchalant. "No sweat! One of the kids lost his bottoms. Both of us almost tripped. Otherwise, nothing exciting happened."
She couldn't see his face too well in the dark but she could almost picture the lewd grin on his face as he said, "It ain't like the big boys'! "
Sharon suspected what he had in mind. Flippantly, she answered, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all! The only difference is size. And if you're entertaining any ideas, forget it! Keep it in your pants! It's safer and you won't get into any trouble. See you around!"
She flashed her beam along the path, returning to her own bunk-house. The sight and physical contact of a penis had aroused her quite a bit. Sharon was erotically stimulated now. Unable to complete her desires, she felt unfulfilled. Inside her cabin, she undressed quickly. Getting into bed, she thought about what she experienced that night.
Unconsciously, her hands glided down towards her hairy twat. Her fingers glided over the dampened folds of her cunt. The episode with the childish cocks had upset her. Somehow, she had to seek some relief from the sexual torment that was bothering her.
That fellow, what was his name? Ricky, something or other! Maybe she ought to go back to him. He was ready to fuck her! Sharon got up and put on a pair of dungarees and a blouse. She shoved a package of cigarettes into her pocket and picked up a flashlight. Maybe he was still patrolling the area! When it came to ass, these guys were like stallions. She had to have another encounter with those lovely cocks.
Furtively, she left the cabin and headed back. She stumbled over a body. A frightened gasp escaped her lips. She flashed her light towards the body. The frightened face of a boy, about fourteen, studied her with wide open eyes.
"What are you doing over in the girl's section? " Sharon demanded. "You're not supposed to be over here. What's your name?"
"Please, please," the boy begged, "I got lost. Just forget you ever saw me. I don't want to get into any trouble."
Sharon kept her beam on his face. She extracted a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. Studying the boy, she suspected that he was a peeping-tom, eager to satisfy a normal interest in looking at girls' naked bodies.
"You're a peeping-tom!" she accused him. "You've been hiding here and watching the girls undress. That's not very nice! You can get into a lot of trouble doing that. What's your name?"
"Honest! I wasn't doing nothing like that!" he protested. "Please don't turn me in. Let me go! I'll do anything!"
He had spoken the magic words. "I'll do anything!" Sharon immediately thought of taking advantage of the situation. His youth was his handicap to cope with the situation.
She knew he could give her a phony name. Or run off! However, her discovery of his presence and the circumstances gave her the benefit of the situation. Besides, she was a counselor. Her testimony could make it pretty rough for him.
His offer to do anything to have the incident forgotten gave Sharon a wanton thought. Men compromised women into fucking them. This time, she would compromise and seduce a male.
"I'll let you go if you will honestly answer my questions," she offered him. "But you have to be honest. I'll know whether you're lying or not. Okay?"
The boy nodded, eager to get off the hook.
"First, I want to know whether you were here to watch the girls undress. If you were, did you see anything?"
The boy swallowed and met her stern look with a guilty downcast look. "Yes!" he answered hoarsely.
"Did you find it exciting to see their naked bodies?" she continued her interrogation.
Still averting her eyes, he answered, "yes!" Immediately, her mind conjured up the image of this boy's erect prick. It would be larger than the ones she had handled earlier that evening. He was also more virile, capable of having an orgasm. That's what she wanted to see and experience!
Sharon began to feel that erotic flushed feeling spreading over her body. She would have to be delicate and discreet in making an overture to this frightened boy.
"If I helped you to see other naked girls, would you say anything to anybody? Would you be able to keep a secret?" she asked.
Her question surprised him. He looked up at her, searching her face for some answer to what she had in mind.
"Well, answer me!" she demanded with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm giving you the opportunity to satisfy your interest in a woman's sex parts. Isn't that why you were hanging around here? Doesn't that thought excite you?"
Sharon realized that what she was doing could get her into trouble. Contributing to the delinquency of a minor, corrupting him! It was a desperate chance but she was willing to take it. She was trembling in anticipation if the boy agreed. If there was any way to force him to say yes, she was going to use it. Short of actually raping him! Although, ultimately, that's what would happen.
"Yes!" he agreed weakly. "What ... what do I have to do?" he asked with child-like trepidation.
A wave of jubilant exultation swept over her. She had won the first point. "Wait here!" she demanded. Hurrying back to her cabin, she grabbed a blanket. When she got outside, he was still waiting.
During her absence, he could have taken off. Evidently, her offer intrigued him as much as it excited her.
"Come with me!" Sharon ordered. He followed her further into the woods behind the cabins. Guided by the light of the flashlight, she led the way about a hundred yards away from the cabins. Finally, she found an isolated area behind some bushes. A place where she felt there was little likelihood of being discovered.
Spreading the blanket on the ground, she stripped off the dungarees and her blouse.
There was a half moon and it cast a little light over her body. The boy gasped at the sight of her naked body. The firm round, bowl-shaped contours of her ample tits tipped with luscious nipples. And the dark triangular patch of hair that hid between the thighs.
"Did you ever play around with a girl?" Sharon asked. "You know, feel her up or touch her private parts?"
The boy swallowed hard. "No!" he answered hoarsely, goggled eyed. "Is ... is that what you want ... want me to do to you?"
"Yes!" she answered. "But there is something else we have to do. You have to let me undress you!"
The boy drew back! For a moment, panic registered in his eyes. Sharon smiled wickedly. These kids liked to play around with their contemporaries. A little squeeze of tits and maybe a little stinky pinky. Now, she was giving the bov an opportunity to enjoy the real thing.
Sharon had several advantages over the boy. Both were basically virgins, although the boy was unaware of it. She was more mature. In addition, what she lacked in experience regarding sex, she made up for it by her knowledge.
She also knew by now, this kid had masturbated. Most boys of fifteen or so had discovered the erotic pleasures of jerking off. She was looking forward to this sexual encounter with relish.
"Come here!" she demanded.
He stepped forward hesitantly. Reaching out, Sharon pulled him closer to her. Pressing his body against her naked frame, she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth. His reaction was spontaneous. His hand reached around her back and clasped the ample firm buttocks of her ass.
In the meantime, her body detected the bulge in the crotch of his pants. Sharon's hands were busily unfastening his dungarees. Her attempt to disrobe him, stopped his love making. He started to protest her actions.
"Listen!" she snapped with a touch of irritation in her voice. "You have to do everything I tell you or else! If you don't, I'll make it worse. I'll say that you tried to rape me. You wouldn't want that to happen would you? "
Sharon's voice softened. "Look, I won't hurt you. All we're going to do is have a little fun. Just relax and co-operate and we'll get along fine. And have a good time doing it. Okay?"
The captive camper agreed to her offer. She went back to undressing him. He allowed her to finish removing his pants. After that, she removed his jockey shorts and then his t-shirt.
He was now as naked as she was. "Lie down on the blanket," she ordered. He obeyed her and she positioned herself alongside of him.
"Now, you can touch or feel any part of me," she told him. "And I'll do the same to you."
The first thing he did was reach for her succulent mammaries. Sharon felt a tremor shaking her body. It wasn't due to the slight chill in the night air. She knew it was due to the sexual contact that was taking place.
Her hand reached down and grasped the hairy pubic bush. She was surprised that he had so much there. She thought it would be more sparse. Moving a short distance down, her fingers captured the root of his enlarged cock. What a difference from the kiddy cocks she had touched earlier! This peter was a little larger, harder, and thicker. It was still developing. By the time, the boy attained manhood, he would probably have an adequate cock.
For her own pleasures, the cock she held in her hand would satisfy her needs. Her fingers drifted down to the scrotum and felt the balls. Shifting back, Sharon ran her fingers along the shaft of the rampant rod to feel its size.
The boy was involved with his own exploration of the goodies Sharon had to offer. His mouth fastened over her tit and sucked the succulent tip. Meanwhile, his hand had drifted down to her cunt. With the inexperienced fumbling of youth, the boy explored the erotic pleasures of her pussy.
"Mmmmm!" Sharon murmured in pleasurable approval. The boy discovered the act of sticking fingers into her cunt and began to frig her.
She reached down and guided his hand towards her clitoris. "Rub on this!" she told him. In a desire to please her as well as discover new vistas of erogenous excitement, the boy started to manipulate her clitoris.
Sharon's hand was curled about his hard-on. Her fist pumped slowly upward and then moved downward. She felt the cool hard flesh against the palm of her hand. The touch of her hand against the virgin cock and his digital manipulation of her clitoris sent an exhilarating response coursing through her body. She moved her other hand under his balls. Soon he would shoot a load.
His balls would draw up into the sac. Like a howitzer's barrel withdrawing before it shot forward to propel its shell. Sharon's hand started to pump faster on the boy's cock. A little groan escaped his lips.
"Ohhhhh!" he exclaimed. He drew his legs up slightly. His balls seemed to contract within the sac. Sharon felt violent spasms pulsating through his meaty shaft. She wanted to feel his come. To experience what that viscous fluid was like. Releasing her hold on his balls, she capped the head of his cock.
A forceful burst of come shot into the palm of her hand. She felt the contractions in his cock shooting out burst after burst of his hot come. Her hand was cupped tightly over the crown of his dick as his orgasm diminished. The thick milky fluid had filled her hand. It was sticky.
He groaned in ecstatic approval. "Ohhhhh!"
Sharon brought her hand away to examine the sticky substance that filled her hand. Sticking a finger into the thick glob, she removed it and brought the finger to her mouth. She tasted it and found that it wasn't offensive to the taste. It was slightly salty, yet, had a sweet taste.
She recalled the incident when she felt the buttocks of the "marine" and the little boy's cock she had sucked. Here was the opportunity to repeat that experience. That's what she would do! Suck off this compromised partner! Taking her blouse, she grabbed his cock and wiped off the excess come from his cock.
"That was very nice, wasn't it?" she asked him. "Did you enjoy it? Would you like to do some more?"
She had found a willing and eager accomplice. "Yes!" he answered. "Are we going to do more?"
"Oh! Yes!" she replied. "I have a few more things for us to do. The night is still young."
Her knowledge of male physiological reactions to sex made her doubt that her juvenile partner would be ready for another session immediately. Like all males, he would have to have a little time to recharge his batteries. She snuggled her body close to his. Despite the slight coolness of the night, the closeness of his body gave her warmth. Sharon was also heated by the erotic fires that were burning within her.
Cradling him to her body, Sharon embraced him around the shoulders. They kissed, hard and passionately! Their lips were closed, neither one sought to excite the other with lingual play. For the moment, she was satisfied with this tame display of affection and sensuality.
As far as their relationship was concerned, Sharon was content to keeping it one-sided. She didn't want to be fucked by this youth. Her erotic pleasure was derived from the touch of his body and genitals. His own exploration of her tits and cunt were compensation enough to satisfy her lustful desires.
Their hands groped over each other's bodies, touching, exploring, and discovering new thrills. They kissed ardently and the combined efforts of oral and tactile contact renewed the boy's penile strength. He had a hard-on again and this time, Sharon was going to savor the treat denied her earlier that evening.
She shifted her body around so that her head was above the boy's cock. Her head dipped down and his cock was suddenly swallowed up by her rapacious mouth.
His hips jerked involuntarily at the unfamiliar contact. "What are you going to do?" he whispered, his voice etched with concern.
Withdrawing her mouth, she answered, "I'm going to suck you off. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You'll like it. And don't worry about coming in my mouth. That's going to be the best part." She tried to reassure him. Her voice quivered with anticipated pleasure and excitement.
Resuming her oral grip on the boy's cock, Sharon slid her lips along the length of his dick down to the pubic hairs. Surprisingly, she found she could absorb the full amount without any effort. One hand slipped under his buttocks between his thighs. Gently, she stroked it back and forth. Her palms softly caressed his ' balls.
She couldn't see the ecstatic expression on his face. Her only knowledge of his reactions were the slow writhing of his hips and his expressions of sexual approval.
"Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!" he murmured. "Ooo! That's crazy! Real wild!" he whispered hoarsely.
She had some idea of what her tongue was doing to him. Her hand continued his massage of his balls and ass crack. Deep inside her own body, Sharon enjoyed a sexual empathy. The same luxuriant ecstasy that coursed through the boy was ravishing her. Her act of pederosis filled her cunt with an abundance of juices. Not so much from any orgasm but from the excessive voluptuary of the act.
Even her mouth tingled from the erogenous contact. She rolled her tongue around the stiff cock. Her lingual brush swept across the velvety crown of his shaft. The tip of her tongue passed across the slight dimple in the head. She teased the cock hole, trying to penetrate it unsuccessfully.
His hips jerked convulsively. "Look out!" he gasped a warning. "I'm coming!" he exclaimed.
Sharon's lips compressed tightly about the head. The sensitive oral folds felt the violent spasms of the pulsating cock. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured as the hot come spurted into her waiting mouth. There were three heavy bursts of the sticky globs. Then the contractions grew fainter with the diminishing outpourings.
She let the viscous fluid fill her mouth. Slowly, she let his come slide down her throat, enjoying the purloined emission. Satisfied that the boy had shot his full load, Sharon compressed her lips tightly over the head. She squeezed out the last drops of his come. His cock began to shrink in her mouth and she released her oral hold on it.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "I've never been sucked off before. That was something! Are we going to meet again some other night and do this over again."
"Maybe!" .he answered. "It all depends upon you!"
"What do you want me to do?" he asked eagerly.
His anxious reply told her that she had enlisted a recruit for satisfying her sexual appetite. She was wise enough to realize that further liaison could lead to trouble. But she didn't want to turn him down completely.
"I satisfied you and now it's your turn to do something nice for me," she told him.
"Okay!" he answered. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to suck my cunt!" she demanded.
"Huh?" he exclaimed. "You want me to put my mouth down where you pee?"
"It's not where I pee!" she answered, her voice showing irritation. "That's where men put their cocks when they fuck women. You should know that! And if you do a good job, I might let you put your cock there the next time we get together."
The promise of such an act was a tremendous inducement. "All right!" he agreed a little reluctantly. "How do I suck you off?"
"It's very simple," she told him. She flashed her beam toward the hairy slit. "Stick your tongue down there and I'll tell you what to do," she instructed him.
She saw him bow his head towards the apex between her thighs. Putting down the flashlight, she moved her hands down to the cunt lips and parted the hairy crevice. Sharon felt his tongue warily reach out to lick the slick wet folds of her box.
"Come on, it won't bite you!" she chided him. "Stick your tongue into the slit and lick hard."
Gingerly, he proceeded to follow her instructions. Sharon felt his small tongue lap at the walls of the damp cunt. A tremor shook her body. This was better than having some man or a contemporary of hers doing the same thing. The boy's age and the act seemed to increase the sensual pleasure that thrilled her.
"Move your tongue up a little higher," she instructed him. "You'll find a thick piece of small flesh. That's my clitoris. Suck hard on it."
The boy followed her directions. "Uhhh!" she gasped as his mouth found its target. She felt his mouth close over that venereal papule. He began to suck voraciously on it, almost biting it. Sharon didn't mind. The incandescent glow that filled her loins heated her with voluptuous passion. Her hands reached down and pressed his head closer to her crotch.
"Suck me, harder, harder," she exhorted him in a hoarse whisper. "Ohhhhh! That's it!"
In response to her urgings, the boy tantalized the tiny rigid pink flesh, now red from the stimulation.
Several times, Sharon had masturbated herself. She had successfully induced orgasms. The manual stimulation was a poor comparison to the erotic piquancy of this oral goading. A lascivious turbulence enveloped the nerve endings in her twat. The pressure was building up deep in the bowels of her vagina. A violent paroxysm shook her limbs. Her hips bounced in wild thrusts as the intense pulsations of an orgasm exploded within her. The climactic juices flowed copiously.
"Ohhhhmmm! Ohhhmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "I'm coming!" she whispered hoarsely. "Keep sucking, keep sucking!"
The boy continued to service her raging cunt. He released his oral grip on her clitoris. "Okay! I did what you wanted me to do. When will we get together so I can fuck you?"
Sharon remained stretched out on the blanket. Sexually, she was drained and wanted a moment to recuperate. With the return to normalcy, her reasoning returned. She knew a further liaison with this youth could be disastrous. If she rejected him completely, it would engentler his disapproval.
"I like you, kid," she lied. "You're real sexy. I'll tell you what. I'll look for you. We won't be able to do anything for a few days because I'll be getting my period. You know what that means! We can't have any sex for a few days," she lied again.
"But don't worry, we'll get together again," she promised.
There were about two weeks of camp left. She would be able to stall him for awhile just in case he came around. Sharon also knew that any further sexual excursions of this type might prove dangerous. She had been fortunate this time around. The next time she might not be so lucky!
But she had accomplished a latent desire. A sexual craving which had only whetted her appetite. There would be more incidents. The next time, she would have to be as careful and circumspect. Of one thing she was certain, there would be other occasions.
She dismissed the boy. Sharon slipped on her dungarees and blouse. Picking up her blanket, she folded it carefully and returned to her cabin. She watched the boy disappear out of sight.
It was doubtful whether the boy would remain discreet. He was certain to boast to some of his contemporaries of his sexual encounter. She didn't care too much. He didn't get too clear a look at her. She could identify him easier than he could find her. Besides, there was only two more weeks to go. After that, no more camp.
As she undressed and lay awake in bed, her mind dwelled over the evening's events. Her thoughts were engaged in new ways to find young boys for erotic play.
CHAPTER TWO
Returning to college in September, Sharon's thoughts were still preoccupied with sex with young boys. She went out on dates when the occasions presented themselves. Her dates met with a warm reception. However, aside from some muzzling and a little feeling up, no one succeeded in fucking her. Or getting her to jerk them off or suck their cocks.
It wasn't until Sharon's senior year that she succumbed. The time, place, and mood were in accord. Her seducer was considerate in taking her cherry. He had even used a condom and was very gentle. Sharon had allowed this seduction to occur in a moment of weakness. Afterwards, she regretted it.
She had experienced some sexual stimulation. In the main, the incident left her cold. It didn't have the thrilling impact of the wanton promiscuous contact with a younger boy. Several years had passed since that first relationship.
The memory of it lingered in Sharon's mind. Her dreams and fantasies were filled with recurrent sexual episodes. Each, more erotic and thrilling than the next one.
When Sharon finally graduated from college, she obtained her license to teach history. She wanted to get away from Hartsdale in New York. The young man who had taken away her virginity lived there also. Her aim was to find a school somewhere where she was unknown. Somewhere where she could start anew. And possibly find the young virgin male flesh to satisfy her lustful longings.
Subscribing to a professional paper, she found an opening at a private school in Darien, Connecticut. Colden Academy! It sounded very ritzy. The salary wasn't too bad to start with. Sharon sent in a resume and received an invitation for an interview. She was surprised that she was quickly accepted.
Her starting salary was $10,000 a year plus a small apartment on campus. Part of her job required her to act as a house mother. It seemed funny to her. She was twenty-two years old with a secret desire to have sexual relations with young boys. And they made her a house mother! That was like turning a fox loose in a chicken house!
When she arrived with her luggage, she was met at the main building by a tall heavy-set man. He was muscular, well proportioned, and about twenty five. He had dark red hair, a sun-burnt face, deep blue eyes, and a slightly bent nose. His face was wreathed in a smile.
"Hi!" he greeted her. "The name's Bob Duncan. Everybody calls me Duke. I don't know how much you follow sports. I used to play football. Almost made pro except that I injured my leg in the Sugar Bowl game. Still walk with a slight limp.
"I'm the football coach here. Also, the dean of boys. I don't know whether you're familiar with Colden. We have some of the worst scholastic misfits here. All rich! All thrown out of schools for some reason or other. They're disruptive as hell. If you have any trouble with these rich s.o.b.'s, let me know!"
"Thank you," Sharon answered. "I'm Sharon Brookes. I'm supposed to teach history here as well as acting as house mother. I hope I don't have any problems on either job."
"At least, you're a refreshing addition to this place. Most of the others are over thirty, married, or disinclined for such an arrangement," Duke informed her. "I'll take you over to your place. After you get settled, I hope you'll let me have the honor of a date with you."
She didn't like his approach. He was moving too fast for her. Not that he wasn't a pleasant sort. Even with his broken nose, he wasn't bad looking. But she was more interested in the younger element at school. However, she didn't want to antagonize him. He was dean of the boys. If they were as bad as he said, she might need his help.
Sharon smiled at him. "I'm sure we can get around to some sort of social activity. However, I want to get settled first. You know, sort of get my feet wet and know where I'm at."
He grinned back. "Sure thing. Come on, I'll direct you to your new digs." Duke got into her car and showed her where she would be living for the year.
Fortunately for Sharon, she was given the freshmen to supervise. Her room was a medium sized room, carpeted, with a TV set. There was a private bathroom complete with tub and shower. It was clean and comfortable. There were eight other rooms in the building, each room accommodating two boys.
After Duke left her, Sharon unpacked and prepared her lessons for the coming week. The freshmen began to arrive and she soon learned their names. They acted politely and she felt that her charges would not present any problems to her. She had a suspicion that Bob Duncan had exaggerated the situation at the school. An attempt on his part to draw her closer to him for some personal reason. Sharon knew what it might be!
She was in for a rude shock during her first class. It was a senior group. Her lesson plan for that class had been carefully planned. When Sharon entered the classroom, she was greeted with lewd whistles.
Her clothes had been chosen carefully for her first day of class. She wore a blue body shirt jersey blouse with a knee length blue plaid skirt. Her black shoulder length hair was carefully combed and in place. An embarrassed flush covered her face at the obscene greeting.
Sharon was visibly upset by the reception. She attempted to maintain control of herself and the situation.
"We can dispense with the whistling. This is a history class. Not a class in ornithology. I would suggest that you concentrate on what I am going to teach you," she told the class.
"Man! I bet you can teach us a lot of things!" a voice from the back of the room answered. The statement had a lewd overtone.
"What's your name?" She snapped angrily. "You! The one who thinks he's so clever!" she demanded.
The youth in the back of the room stood up. He was about five ten in height. He had a rugged build and dark blond long hair. His attitude and speech conveyed his insolence.
"Wayne Trevors! What's yours?" he asked.
This was her first encounter of her authority being challenged. Her face reddened with a display of anger.
"Well, Mr. Trevors, let me tell you something! You're here to learn history. I am not accustomed to this lack of decorum. And for your benefit, as well as any others who may think they can get away with this type of nonsense ; you'll find me very quick to fail that individual," she warned them.
"My name is Miss Brookes. I understand that your work has covered the period up to the Civil War and the Reconstruction period. We will begin our work from the start of the 1876 elections. Then continue on. Can anyone tell me who was the President elect in 1876?" she asked.
"Hey! You can't flunk Trevors!" a voice called out. "We need him this year for the team."
She looked towards the back of the room.
Wayne Trevors was still standing. His blue eyes mocked her. There was a smirk on his face.
"You may sit down now, Mr. Trevors. I am not familiar with your value to whatever team you play on. However, your value to the team won't influence me from failing you if you don't behave yourself," she threatened.
A groan rose from the members of the class. "He's our quarterback for the football team!" another unidentified voice informed her. "If he doesn't play, we won't win the championship this year."
Inwardly, Sharon was trembling. She had never experienced any type of class insubordination. Her professional practice was limited. The class of sixteen large boys challenging her authority panicked her. For a moment, she contemplated leaving the room to seek Duncan's help. If she did that, she knew that she would lose control of the class. It was slowly happening and she knew that she had to recapture her position of authority.
Further dialogue with the class would break down any small hold she had on the class.
"I'll have no further talking in this class without permission!" she insisted angrily. "Evidently, you don't know your work. So, for the rest of this period, you will write an essay. The subject will be the Reconstruction Era of the South after the Civil War. I want at least a thousand words. Anyone not turning in a decent paper will fail."
Her eyes blazed defiantly at the group, focusing her attention on Trevors. His eyes and lips seemed to taunt her.
"Yes, Miss Brookes!" he answered sarcastically. "We'll make it 42 red!"
"What is that supposed to mean? " she asked.
"Nothing! It's just that we are obeying your orders," he replied. A snicker from the others added to her annoyance.
The class began to industriously work on the assignment. It was quiet now in the room. For the moment, Sharon had gained some respite. The opportunity gave her time to consider whether she should resign her job or to remain and try to tame the group.
Duncan had warned her that these boys were thrown out of other schools as disruptive individuals. If a regular school system couldn't cope with them, how was she expected to do so?
What she didn't know was that no one failed at Colden Academy. The policy was to take the money and pass them regardless. The school was more like a vacation resort than an academic institution.
While the class busied themselves with the essay, Sharon studied the various students. Her gaze continued to drift back towards Trevors. Obviously, he was the ring-leader. If she could cultivate him, perhaps he would control the class.
Another thought began to bother her. Whenever she looked at him, she found him looking back at her. Trevors seemed to be mocking her silently. No, that wasn't quite it! It was more of a lewd look. The sonovabitch! He was probably thinking of fucking her.
A crazy idea seized her. She would seduce the conceited bastard! It would serve two purposes. Win his co-operation to keep the class in line and to satisfy her licentious longings.
Trevors wasn't a five year old "marine" whose tiny peter couldn't satisfy her. Or a fifteen year old virgin boy! Trevors was seventeen, a little more worldly! Sex with him could be very exhilarating and exciting.
Her new preoccupation with this sexual aspect started the glands in her cunt to sweat. She felt the slight moisture gathering in her anxious snatch.
The bell rang, interrupting her thoughts and the class. As the class filed out, they dropped their essays on to the desk. Trevors was the last to leave. "I hope you like our essays," he sarcasmed.
Sharon had a free period before the next class. She picked up the papers, stacked them into a pile, and left her room. Her destination was the teacher's lounge. There, she could have a cup of coffee, a cigarette, and leisurely look over the essays.
She was shocked by the contents. The first thing Sharon noticed was that no one had signed his name or class to the paper. The theme in each of the papers was about rape and violence that prevailed in the South after the Civil War. Basically, they were all the same except for the wording and situations.
Duncan stopped into the lounge. "Well," he said, "how was your first class? Any problems?"
"No, not really," she lied. "I wonder if you can answer a few questions for me."
"Sure!" he answered. "Go ahead!"
"What is Wayne Trevors' position with the football team? And what does 42 red mean?" she asked.
"Wayne Trevors is a real hot football prospect. Several colleges are already bidding for him," Duncan told her. "He's practically the entire team. Sharp boy!
"42, red," Duncan chuckled. "Where did you hear that? That's one of the signals called when the quarterback wants to change a play. Are you familiar with football?"
"Sort of," Sharon answered.
"Well, I'll give you a capsule explanation. In the huddle, the quarterback calls a play or series of plays. When they get to the line of scrimmage, if he wants to change the play, he calls 42 red and gives the alternate play by signal. Understand?" he asked. She nodded.
"If you really want to know more about football, I'm free this evening. Any chance for a date?" he offered.
"No, I'm still getting settled. Don't give up. One of these days, I'll accept," she told him.
"Gotta run," Duncan said. "Remember! If you have any problems, old Duke will be happy to help you out with them."
"Thanks," she smiled. "I'll remember that."
Sharon's mind busied itself with her problem. Trevors was a B.M.O.C., big man on the campus. With his influence, the earlier skirmish with the class was a harbinger of what she could expect. The academic insurrection could spread to other classes. She couldn't allow that to happen. Somehow, she had to make some sort of a compromise with Trevors.
She went down to the office to check his class schedule. He was in French. The room was next to hers. Coincidentally, she and Trevors were free at two o'clock. Neither one had any class. Deliberately, she waited until the class ended. When the bell rang, Sharon intercepted Trevors, making the encounter seem by chance.
As inconspicuously as possible, she drew him aside.
"Trevors, I want to talk to you," she began.
"Go ahead and talk! I'm here and can hear you," he answered flippantly. "Anything wrong with my paper?"
"Are you free at two o'clock?" She already knew the answer but she didn't want him to be aware of her knowledge.
"For you, I'm always free. I charge others." He maintained his flippant attitude.
"Oh, stop trying to be so vulgar!" she said, irritation showing in her voice. "I want to see you in my room at two."
His eyes slowly skimmed along her body. She shivered inwardly from his obscene look. "Okay! You're the teacher!"
He turned and hurried to his class. Sharon entered the room, wondering what her next class would be like. She had three other classes. They were almost a repetition of the first class. It seemed her only solution was to make some sort of peace with Wayne.
Wayne Trevors showed up at five minutes after two. Sharon was seated at her desk, gnawing on her lower lip. She was busy thinking of what to say. How to approach her antagonist!
He came in, a big smile on his face. "Well, I'm here, Miss Brookes. What do you want?" His eyes had the same mocking look. It was as though he suspected what she had in mind.
"Wayne? May I call you Wayne?" Sharon began hesitantly.
"Sure! Call me anything you want," his tone was amicable.
"I've been getting some very negative vibrations from the students in my classes. I suspect that you have something to do with it," she paused. She wanted to choose her words so that she could reach him.
"I'm ... I'm not looking for any ... flak. I don't need the hassle, you dig?" she asked. He nodded, smiling. "What do I have to do to get your co-operation?" she wanted to know.
She was saving the offer of her sexual charms as a last resort. Although, she was hoping to get around to that matter also.
His eyes opened in feigned surprise. He threw his hands out, palms outward in a gesture of helpless protest. "Hey! That's a heavy rap! You're saying that you got problems and you're blaming it on me! Can you prove it?"
Sharon knew that she couldn't get any satisfaction using this tact. There was only one way to catch this fly! With sugar!
"All right, Wayne. I'll make a deal with you! You cool it with the others and I'll do anything you want," she offered.
His eyes narrowed in speculation at her offer. "Anything?"
Sharon surmised what was going through his mind. She was prepared to accept his terms. "Anything!" she replied.
"Suppose I said I want to fuck you!" he suggested.
She smiled to herself. He was still a little boy! He used fuck in an attempt to shock her. This confrontation was going her way. She was confident she would win out in this encounter.
"Yes!" she agreed, "but with certain conditions."
"Okay! What are the conditions?" he asked.
"First! You spread the word that everyone is to do his work without any trouble. I want some semblance of order in the classes," she stipulated. "Second! You tell no one about our arrangement and that we keep it so that it's convenient for both of us. Is that agreed?"
He walked over to the door. After pulling down the shade over the window, Wayne locked the door. "Okay!" he agreed. "We might as well start now! Take off your clothes!"
She was startled by his immediate demand. "Right here! In this room? Suppose someone comes in?"
He shook his head. "The door's locked and the shades down. The janitor doesn't get here until after three. We have plenty of time. Start undressing!"
Sharon felt the erotic pulsations growing within her. She unhooked her skirt and placed it neatly on the desk. Wayne watched her disrobe. There was no mistaking the lustful gleam in his eyes. She reached down to her crotch and unfastened the snaps to her bodysuit blouse. All that remained hiding her sexual charms was the bra and the pantyhose.
Her arms reached around her back and unfastened the bra. The two bowl-shaped breasts swung free of their confinement. Her tits were large round globes, tipped with succulent roseate cherries. Stepping out of her shoes, Sharon reached into the elastic waist-band of the pantyhose and pulled them off.
She saw Wayne's eyes riveted on her sexual attributes. His glance swept from her ample white mounds of flesh down to the triangular patch of hair that covered the erogenous trench between her thighs. Her eyes watched the crotch in his pants to detect the signs of his sexual awakening. There was no mistaking the bulge.
"I've done what you wanted," Sharon said. She threw her arms out to emphasize her complete exposure. "Now what do you want me to do?"
Wayne licked his lips in lustful anticipation. Hurriedly, he disrobed. Under his dungarees, he wore a jock-strap.
"You just joined my fraternity," he answered. "The first thing we usually do is paddle someone's ass. That's to teach them who's boss! So before we do anything else, I'm going to work your ass over a little."
She was appalled by his intentions. Sharon had never experienced physical contact of this type. Even as a child, she had never been spanked. Her limited knowledge of hazing was that ass-paddling could get a bit rough.
"Please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded. "You said you wanted to fuck me! I'll do anything you want, but please don't hurt me."
He grinned malevolently. "You said that you would do anything I wanted. Right now, I want to whip your ass! Now, do we still have a deal or don't we? Just say the word and we'll call the whole deal off!"
She knew that he had the upper hand right now. Her scheme had worked but not to her advantage. "All right!" she sighed in reluctant agreement. "What do I have to do?"
Wayne ordered her to drape herself over one of the desks. Her tits rested along the edge of the desk. The other edge of the desk pressed against the bend of her thighs. Her plump rounded asscheeks were exposed to his optional pleasures.
He picked up the wooden pointer near the blackboard. She held onto the desk, hunching her shoulders in anticipation of the first blow. The swishing sound of the wooden stick whistled through the air. Whack! It struck the soft mounds of buttock flesh.
"Ouch!" she cried out. The blow sent a radial wave of hot pain across her ass. She tried to fight back tears of pain.
Whack! Whack! The pointer whistled through the air in quick succession. Each time the blow landed, her body would jerk at the force of the contact.
"OW! OWWW!" she cried out. "Please, no more!" she begged. "Have a heart, Wayne! I can't stand the pain! If I yell anymore, someone is bound to hear me. They'll come here and find the door locked. Then we'll both be in trouble."
"Okay!" he grudgingly conceded. "Shit! You'd never be able to join our frat. You can't take it. I'm gonna give you three more shots on the ass. Keep your mouth shut. If you can take it without making any more noise, we'll call it quits. Otherwise, we'll go somewhere else and I'll really work your ass over."
Sharon realized that it was a small concession to make. She only hoped she could bear the pain. Her imagination envisioned what it would be like with Wayne paddling her ass with a heavier instrument than the thin wooden pointer.
"All right!" she nodded her head, "but please get it over with."
Gripping the desk tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Whack! Whack! Whack! The wooden stick struck her buttocks with tremendous force. In spite of her tightly shut eyes, tears squeezed out from the excruciating pain. Her asscheeks felt like someone had applied hot coals to them. The ass seemed to be on fire while the pain filled her body.
There was a tone of disappointed disgust in his voice. "I hope you fuck better," he said. "You can get up now."
Gingerly, Sharon touched her tortured bottom. She hoped that the pain wouldn't last too long.
Her eyes were brimming with tears. "That wasn't necessary. I thought we could have some satisfactory fucking or some other type of sex. Why did you do that to me?"
"Like I told you! I wanted to show you who's boss around here," he told her. "I haven't got time for any real fucking. So all I want right now is a blow job. And make it good!"
Wayne slipped off the athletic supporter. His cock swung free. The rigid piece of flesh wavered up and down a few times and then stood out boldly. He sat down on a desk, spreading his legs. "Start sucking, Miss Brookes!"
Sharon crouched between his parted legs. The position was very painful. In that pose, the skin seemed to stretch more and her asscheeks burnt with greater intensity. She shifted her pose. Standing up, she bent over his prick. She moved her feet back so that her body was at a slant. It was a little awkward but more comfortable.
She slipped one palm under his balls, cupping them softly in her hand. There was a smell of masculine sweat to his prick. The odor aroused the sexual fervor that was growing inside of her lascivious mind. Her other hand grasped his stiff cock at the root of his shaft.
Wayne had a nice sized dick. About six or six and a half inches long. Thick, also. She stared at the bluish veins alongside the length of the" shaft. This was her own special cock. Her ultimate goal had been achieved. The other experiences with a penis were just warm-ups.
"Come on!" Wayne impatiently ordered. "Let's see how good you can suck!"
The crown of his cock disappeared into the wet cavern of her mouth. Her pursed lips closed over the head as she rolled her tongue around the velvety tip. She absorbed more of his luscious prick. Letting her tongue skim along the rim of the crown, she slid it along the consumed portion of his shaft.
She released his balls and started to massage the perineum. Her fingers gently glided from the crack of his ass back to his scrotum. As she massaged that area, her lips and tongue teased the hard-on in her mouth.
Her compressed lips vacuumed the shaft while her tongue flicked rapidly against the cock. Soft crooning murmurs escaped her lips as she savored the delicious flesh in her mouth.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she cooed.
Wayne's hands closed down on her head, pushing her face closer against his crotch. "Hey! That's good! That's good! Keep sucking, baby! I'm going to shoot a load any minute!"
Little groans of voluptuous approval growled from his throat. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" he groaned. Wayne began to pump. Sharon felt his balls jerk, heralding the rumble of an orgasm. He started to hump his hips, thrusting them at a quick pace.
She grabbed the root of his shaft with both hands to control his pistoning cock as it shuttled rapidly in and out of her mouth. It was the only way she could control his frenzied drive. If she didn't control his thrusts, she would choke on his prong as he sought to drive it deep into her throat.
Her tightly compressed lips felt the spasms of his prick as the heavy come spurted out. Patiently, she waited for the pulsating dick to finish its climactic contractions. The thick emissions subsided. Pressing her lips firmly against the shaft, Sharon moved her mouth upwards, milking out the last vestiges of his come.
He sighed in blissful ecstasy as she completed the operation.
Sharon's cheeks were puffed. Her mouth was filled with his come. Slowly, she swallowed the thick sticky fluid. During the blow-job, her cunt tingled with erogenous pleasure. She was enjoying a type of cuntal bliss.
Inwardly, she knew that aside from the enjoyment of the act and sensual satisfaction she derived, she was still unfulfilled. Her cunt became clammy from the excitement. Her body shook with ecstatic tremors. Yet, she was still to have a real orgasm from these acts.
She wasn't too concerned. Eventually, she would get Wayne to really fuck her. To have that wonderful cock pounding into her anxious snatch. Then! Then, she would know the thrilling bliss of an orgasm! At that moment, Sharon would achieve her ultimate goal.
Wayne stood up. Reaching out, he squeezed one of her tits. "You suck real good, Miss Brookes!" he complimented her approvingly. "That's a beautiful tit you got there! We're gonna have to get together for some real fucking.
"Well, gotta run! Football practice, ya know! I'll let you know when we can get together."
"What about our deal, Wayne?" she asked. "I've carried out my part. What about the problems with the students?"
"Oh! Yeh! I'll spread the word around. Everybody behaves in your classes or else! Sure thing!" he agreed. "I hope you fuck as well as you suck, Miss Brookes. I'm going to look forward to our next session."
She forced a mile. "Yes, I enjoyed this little meeting. We should have a better one the next time."
He dressed and left. Sharon started to dress. Putting on the pantyhose was painful. She decided not to wear them. Instead, she put on her bodysuit blouse without fastening the crotch. Then she adjusted her skirt. The pantyhose was stuffed into her purse.
Looking around the room, she checked for any tell-tale signs of her illicit affair. Satisfied, Sharon left. Her first encounter was very satisfying except for the beating. She suspected that there was a cruel streak in Wayne. A tendency towards sadism. The possibility of that aspect didn't thrill her. She would have to be on guard for it. Try to avoid it!
Otherwise, things seemed to be working out all right at Colden Academy. And there were those freshmen in her cottage. She was going to be their housemother. A little incest didn't hurt anyone, even if it was only a proxy-kind of incest!
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon's house was about a half mile from the school rooms. She was glad that she had left the car and decided to walk to class that day. It was a mild September day and her enthusiasm on the first day of class decided her choice. With her ass still tender, driving back would have been a problem.
She entered the house and called out. None of the boys had returned from class yet. Probably, as freshmen, they were at some sort of orientation or club meeting. Making her way to her room, Sharon stripped. There was a full length mirror on her bathroom door. Standing with her back to the mirror, she tried to survey the damage to her ass.
It was a little difficult. She had to twist her neck to look over her shoulder. Despite the contortions, the view was not very nice. Her buttocks still had a bright red appearance from the brutal flailing she had received. In addition, she could see the six welts, darker in color. Sharon was concerned about the permanency of the marks. It would be a helluva note to go through life with six stripe marks on your ass!
She ran a tub of lukewarm water. Searching through her belongings, she found a small tin of epsom salts. There wasn't much left in the tin. What little there was should have some soothing help. Sharon dumped it into the bath and stirred the water. Sharon stood in the tub and lowered her body into the water. The contact of the liquid as she sat down sent a lancing twinge of pain through her body.
Her body remained crouched, her ass partially submerged in the water. Gradually, she lowered her trunk until she was completely immersed in the bath. She stretched out her body. It took a little time for her to accustom her body to the change.
Getting out of the bath, she wiped her body carefully. Gently, she dried her backside. In her bag of drug sundries, Sharon located a tube of unguent. She applied it to her buttocks. Satisfied with her make-shift medical attention, she dressed.
There were still a few hours left for supper. The remaining time was spent readying some lesson plans for her classes.
Her mind drifted while she worked. That Wayne Trevors was quite a kid! He was well hung. She wondered where he would have their next session. Maybe in the back of a car! She giggled like a teenager. Imagine getting fucked in a car! At least her first encounter with sex was a comfortable bed.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked at her watch. It was a quarter to six. "Come in," she invited.
Duncan walked in. "I thought I'd take you over to the mess hall for supper. Show you around. Okay?"
Sharon was a little annoyed by his constant appearance. She wasn't interested in him. He was making a pest of himself. But she couldn't offend him. There would be a time when she might need him.
"Sure!" she said, "Let's walk," she suggested. "I need the exercise."
On the way to the dining hall, they made small conversation. Duncan asked her about her reactions to the classes. She gave him brief answers, lying about how well she was doing. Deftly, she turned the conversation around. The rest of the walk was spent with Duncan telling her about the team.
After supper, she excused herself. She had some other work to do. There were still some unpacking to do and she had her charges to supervise as house mother. Duncan took her back.
At nine, her phone rang! Sharon picked up the phone.
"Miss Brookes?" There was no mistaking the taunt in the voice.
"Yes, Wayne! What do you want?" she answered. Her pulse quickened. She suspected why he was calling.
"I'll be over to your place in about fifteen minutes," he answered. "Get set for another session."
"You must be out of your mind, Wayne!" she gasped. "Suppose someone sees you coming here? Or finds us together in my room? We can both get into a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry!" he answered. "I got a legitimate reason. I came over for some help with my history. Besides, if you lock your door, no one is going to bother us. And if someone comes," he said, "I can always jump into the John and get dressed. You can make believe you've been in bed."
"But, Wayne...." Sharon started to protest. She was speaking into a dead phone. He had hung up.
She undressed and slipped into a housecoat. The less time wasted, the faster she could get rid of him. A hot flush of excitement swept through her. In a short while, Wayne would be in her room making love to her.
It was her fantasy that gave her this illusion. She was at least 4 years his senior. Wayne wasn't interested in the exciting foreplay he reserved for the girls his age. Sharon didn't care. All she was interested in was satisfying her lust.
She stepped into her bathroom and sprayed her breasts, the hollow of her neck, and her cunt with cologne. Pausing in front of her door mirror, Sharon admired her body. Her house coat was parted. The rosy tips of her tits stared back at her. Her hand drifted down to the hollow of her thighs. Two fingers passed through the hairy bush that hid her eager cunt.
Touching the outer folds of reddened skin, she felt the moisture gathering there. Like a mouth salivating for food!
There was a hurried knock at the door. A series of quick impatient taps. Sharon hurried to the door and opened it. Wayne charged into the room and shut the door. He snapped the lock shut. Reaching out, he parted her housecoat.
"Hey! You look even better this way than in the classroom," he said. "Okay, let's go! I only have about a half an hour!"
Sharon was a little peeved by his attitude. She was hoping that there would be a little foreplay. Removing the housecoat, she tossed it onto a chair. Wayne was already out of his clothes, his cock tumescent and tough.
He grabbed at one of her tits and roughly mauled it. She winced a little at the contact. His other hand was around her waist, pressing her body against his horny hard-on.
"Don't you think it would be more comfortable on the bed?" she suggested. "It will give you a better opportunity to enjoy this relationship."
Reluctantly, he released her. "Okay!" he agreed. "But let's make it good!"
Sharon lay down on the bed. Wayne was immediately on top of her. He started to crush her tit with one hand while his other hand frigged her cunt. She closed her eyes. His hands were stimulating her, awakening the sensual cravings she wanted. Her hand reached down to touch the hard flesh she had known earlier that day. Her ass still hurt from the beating but the voluptuous tremors that swept through her negated the pain.
Languidly, her fingers stroked his cock, enjoying the tactile contact. All past incidents were nothing compared to this moment. Soon, she would feel that lovely prick inside her cunt. Impatiently, she waited for that delerious contact.
"When are you going to start?" she asked, hoping to goad him into fucking her.
"Man! You really are a hot bitch!" he exclaimed. He reached for the hairy lips and pushed them apart. Kneeling between her splayed legs, he guided his cock head into the hole. With a fierce thrust, he rammed his shaft into her lubricated labyrinth.
Sharon felt the thick prick slide effortlessly into her snatch. His penetration was deep. A shudder of luxuriant ecstasy shook her body. Wayne's lovely cock seemed to fill her cunt. He was solidly impacted within her.
She reached out for his head to caress him. At least, she would make an attempt at love making. He remained immobile for awhile, enjoying the erogenous contact.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "It feels so good inside of me."
He started to move his hips back, withdrawing his cock slowly. "Oh! Don't take it out!" she said.
Wayne grinned lewdly down at her. "Don't worry, baby, I'm just getting ready."
His cock started to descend again. In measured cadence, he drilled his cock into her vaginal well. The movement was unhurried with special nuances. As he plunged slowly down, Wayne would twist his hips slightly. Like a pestle in a mortar, grinding out a love potion.
His rump rose and fell as he continually stroked her hot box. Wayne's buttocks flexed as he worked his prick in and out.
Sharon threw her legs over his hips, locking her ankles. She pressed him closer to her. Her hands reached down to clasp his asscheeks. Her wish was to drive his cock clear through to her ass. She knew this was a physical impossibility. But she had to keep his thick dick deep, deep within her vaginal sheath.
Their eyes met as she gazed up into his face. His eyes conveyed a supercilious expression. She knew he was deliberately prolonging this ritual. Somehow, he must have known that she wanted his cock more than he wanted to fuck her.
She didn't care! A sigh of pleasure rose from her lips. "Ooommm! That's good, Wayne! Stop playing with me! Fuck me, fuck me good!" she softly urged him.
Her inhibitions had been shattered. Her self-esteem and pride disappeared. She had turned into a wanton. Her reserved respect for herself was exchanged for a lustful sensual woman who begged for sexual gratification.
"You love my cock, don't you?" Wayne sneered. "You get your kicks out of getting head from kids like me! I'm no kid, baby! I've been fucking cunts for a long time. I'll come when I'm good and ready! Beg me, honey!"
His demand for her to beg was degrading. She was into this sex scene and didn't want to turn it off. The slowly pistoning prong was titillating her carnal desires. Inside her hot twat, the spongy tissues were vibrantly alive.
The nerve endings were shocked by the electrifying contact. She could feel it tingling all over her body.
"Please, Wayne! Fuck me! Don't toy with me," she begged.
"Okay, your Highness!" he said in mock obedience. "Here I go, ready or not!"
The tempo of his pace increased. Sharon felt his cock pushing harder into her cunny. That conceited bastard! He was a cocksman and knew it! All that mattered was that she was enjoying the exhilarating contact of his virile prick.
"Oooo! That's ... good!" she gasped between intervals of their coupling.
Her body started to work in tandem with his movements. She arched her back, meeting his strong plunges. Her hips rocked and bucked as Wayne fucked her with abandoned fury.
Despite his excellent physical condition, the turbulence of his attack was an effort. Grunting raspy sounds emitted from his throat. "Hunnn! Hunnn!"
Sharon closed her eyes in luxuriant pleasure as waves of ecstatic bliss bathed her. Her lascivious longings were coming to fruition. An explosion burst within her in the form of a violent orgasm. The incandescent fragments sent voluptuous sparks flying.
Her exhortations caused him to pump furiously. Another orgasm filled her cascading cunt. Her pussy was being drowned with the climactic torrents that poured out with each orgasm. She tightened her legs across Wayne's back. Her cunt was alive with amoral agitation. She was trying to drown his ravishing cock in the overflowing cunt.
Sharon's hyper-sensitive cunny detected the orgasm building up in Wayne's cock. It was burgeoning like a new born plant. The come shot out like a sprout blossoming violently.
His cock spewed forth a copious flow of come. She felt the pulsating prick, its deep contractions forcing out the glutinous sperm. The heavy discharge caused her to experience another orgasm.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "I'm coming, I'm coming! No more, no more! I can't stop it! Ahhrrggrrr!" It was an anguished groan of pleasure. There was no need to describe the ecstatic bliss that groan conveyed. The sound implied the carnal approval.
Wayne continued to pump as his cock spasmed. He made a final plunge and collapsed against Sharon's body. A moan of spent pleasure passed his lips.
She kept her legs entwined over his back. Her arms closed over his back in an embrace. At this moment, he belonged to her. He was her little boy who had given her his penis. It was captured in her venereal cage. Soon, his prick would shrink. No more cock in her twat! But it belonged to her!
He finally withdrew his flaccid prick. It was only temporary. This was only their first real encounter! He would be back for more! While he acted as though he controlled her, Sharon knew that she owned him once they engaged in sexual combat. Her cunt and mouth were her weapons.
He stared down at his soft cock. "Suck me off!" he demanded.
She looked at her wristwatch. "You said you only had about a half an hour. If I worked on you now, you'll be late. What is it? Bed-check or curfew for the team? "
Wayne looked at his watch. "Yen! You're right! I don't have too much time!. Just suck my cock clean!" he ordered.
He straddled her face, his knees resting alongside her head. Sharon looked up at the shrunken piece of flesh. It reminded her of a little boy's prick. His cock was covered with the remains of his come and the residue from her cunt. He lowered his cock towards her mouth. Opening her mouth, she suctioned in the tumescent flesh.
Her compressed lips held his cock firmly while her tongue licked away the vestiges of their mutual come. She continued to lap on his soft shaft. There was no response for a while. It was too soon after the first orgasm for his prick to respond.
The cheeks of her mouth depressed as she sucked hard to effect a change. Gradually, Wayne's cock responded. The flesh began to expand but it was still soft.
"Okay, okay! That's enough!" he said. "I have to get back. We'll save this for some other time."
Reluctantly, she relinquished her oral hold on his dick. The evening didn't turn out badly.
She had enjoyed the contact of a youthful cock in her cunt. She reached for a cigarette and lit it while she watched him get dressed.
He was strong and muscular. He was arrogant and cruel. He was conceited. She could only expect rough treatment from him. His remarks to her were sarcastic. She felt he was always mocking her. Despite all this, Sharon knew she owned him with her sexual gifts. Wayne was a little boy to her.
"Jeez! It's late!" he swore. "I have to run!"
The opportunity to get back at him for all his sarcastic remarks and cruel treatment presented itself. The temptation was too much for Sharon.
She was still lying on the bed, naked. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, she said, "Good-night, sonny. I'd love to tuck you into bed but I'm a little indisposed. If you like, I'll call your house mother to do it for me."
He glared back at her. "Don't be such a fuck-en smart-assed bitch! I'm more man than you'll ever have."
Wayne slammed the door as he left. Sharon smiled. "You're still a kid."
Then she realized that she had to make a bed-check. Quickly, she dressed to make the round of her charges.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wayne was as good as his word The word had been passed around. Sharon had no problems with her classes. Most of them did their work. Her students showed their ability to get passing grades with effort when they tried.
Several weeks had passed since her first encounter with Wayne. He had caught her a few times for quickie blow-jobs during free periods. It seemed that football practice occupied most of his time. The first game of the season for Colden Academy was the last week in September. Evidently, Wayne wanted to make certain his playing wouldn't be diminished by activities that could prove detrimental.
Sharon wondered about the possibility of seducing one of the charges in her house. Most of them were fifteen years old. Probably all virgins! But there was an adage of never dumping garbage where you eat. A liaison with one of her charges could prove her undoing.
She had taken a liking to one of the boys in her house. Owen Farnum! He was a shy quiet type. She couldn't understand why he was in this school. His attitude and manners didn't mark him as a disruptive child. Owen was an average student in history. Sharon had no trouble with him. He did his assignments and passed her tests.
Checking his record in the office, she found nothing that indicated the reason for his enrollment at Colden. Owen became an obsession with her. He appeared to be the type that needed mothering. Wasn't that her function? She found herself watching him. From time to time, her gaze wandered to his crotch, wondering what his cock was like.
There were times when she waited until the boys left the house. She would go up to his room to check his bed. To look for the tell-tale remains of a wet dream, either on the sheets or on his pajamas.
Nothing! She hurried down to her car to drive over to the school. During her class, Owen seemed a little nervous. Her intuition told her something was up. As the cliche went, the natives seemed restless tonight.
During the lunch break, she sought out Duncan. On the occasions she had to address him, he insisted she call him Duke.
"After all, everyone else does! Why shouldn't you?" he chided her. She felt this familiarity would invite further overtures from him. Something she did not want to encourage. She had no other alternative. Avoiding the use of his nickname was tantamount to a snub.
"Duke!" she called after him. He stopped. "Anything wrong?" he asked.
Sharon shook her head, her face screwed up in a puzzled expression. "I have the feeling that something is going on. Call it woman's intuition, a sixth sense, or whatever. There's just something in the air. I can't put my finger on it.
"What is it? A panty raid? A mass streak? What?"
Duke chuckled. "It's hell week! A little harmless fun with the freshmen. A few will be pledged into the fraternity they have here.
"The freshmen are nervous and frightened. The others are looking forward to the fun and games," he explained.
She frowned. "I thought hazing was out as far as most schools go. Usually, it results in some nasty incidents."
He laughed. "That's what happens to you when you become a house mother! You worry too much! I've been here two years and nothing has happened yet."
"Nothing has happened yet!" Sharon insisted. "And what happens if something does?"
"When it happens, we'll worry about it," he answered. His voice reflected irritation about a matter he considered trivial.
Sharon, annoyed by his indifferent manner, left him. She didn't pursue the matter any further. It was only a waste of time. What else could she expect from this jock? Their credo was good clean fun never hurt anyone! Except when the horseplay turned into a disaster and someone did get hurt!
For the rest of the day, Sharon followed her regular routine. She taught class, stopped at the cafeteria for coffee at the end of the day, and returned to her room. She checked test papers and went over the following day's lessons. At six, there was supper. Then back to her room to watch TV.
The TV set was her own. The school had one in the lounge but viewing was confined to what the majority wanted to watch.
At nine-thirty, there was a feeble tapping at her door. She heard a voice weakly call to her. Hurrying to the door, she was shocked to see Owen Farnum standing there. His eyes were red from crying. Deep sobs wracked his body. He appeared to be in great pain. She reached out for his slumping body.
"Good Lord! What happened to you?" she cried out, her voice etched with concern. His appearance and the circumstances disturbed her.
As she helped him into her room, Owen had difficulty in walking. He cried out in pain with each step. Somehow, she managed to get him to her bed. Owen fell across the bed, face down. Accidentally, her hand brushed against his covered buttocks. A scream of agony tore from his throat.
She had left the door to her room open. She went back to close the door. A horrible thought occurred to her. Gently, Sharon unbuckled the belt on the boy's pants. Carefully, she lowered his pants and underwear. The sight appalled her. It was an atrocious and diabolical display of sadism.
Owen's buttocks and back of his thighs were covered with a scarlet blanket of welts. There was only one miserable bastard capable of such brutality! Wayne Trevors! Or if he didn't do it, he had a hand in it!
Sharon was trembling with fury as she picked up the phone. "Duke!" she shouted into the phone when her party answered. "You get your butt over here to my room now!" she demanded angrily. "I want to show you an example of what you consider good clean fun! And you better bring a doctor with you!"
She slammed the phone down. Going back to the bed, she sat down alongside of Owen. Tenderly, she stroked his head and spoke soothingly to him. The boy continued to sob.
Within ten minutes, there was a tap at the door. Duncan rushed in with a doctor. "What's the matter? What the hell happened?" he snapped.
He stopped at the sight on the bed. He stood looking, dumbfounded. "Who the hell did this to him?" he demanded. "When did it happen?"
The doctor continued to the bed to examine his patient. He spoke softly to the boy as he checked the affected areas.
Sharon suddenly felt unladylike. Angrily, she snapped at Duncan. "You know what burns my ass!" She didn't wait for his reply. "It's a flame this high!" She held her hand halfway up.
Without waiting for a response from Duncan, she continued to verbally swarm over him. "This poor kid's ass looks like it had a blowtorch applied to it. He was probably a pledgee for the great wonderful fraternity you have here.
"You're the dean of the boys! What are you going to do about this? Give this kid a purple heart? He's already got a backside that's going to be black and blue!
"Or are you going to award the perpetrators a loving cup for doing such a wonderful job?"
"You're acting like a hysterical woman!" he snapped back. "I'm just as P.O.'ed about this as you are! But stop climbing all over my tail as if I had something to do with this."
"You sure as hell did!" she barked back. "You condone this kind of nonsense."
The doctor looked up from his examination. "The two of you fighting isn't going to help this boy's condition. It won't change. He'll have to be moved to the infirmary."
Duncan knelt at the side of the bed. "Who did this to you?" he demanded. "Tell me! I'll crucify the bastards!"
"No! No!" Owen pleaded in a sobbing voice. "They'll only make things worse for me. Please, I don't want to tell! Please Miss Brookes, don't make me tell."
"Look, you can all interrogate him later," the doctor said. "I'll get a station wagon and we'll move him over to the infirmary."
"No, no! No infirmary!" Owen sobbed.
The doctor looked at Duncan and Sharon. "Evidently, you two have more influence with this kid. He needs medical attention. The best place is in the infirmary."
"Well, what are you going to do about this, Mr. Duncan?" Sharon's voice was icy.
"There's very little I can do. The boy won't accuse anyone and I can't take any action unless I know who the culprits are. You know that as well as I," he answered. "The important thing is making this kid go to the infirmary."
"Fortunately, today is Friday," Sharon said. "There's no school for two days over the weekend. Suppose we leave him here," she addressed the doctor. "You give me the medications the boy needs and the method of treatment and I'll take care of him. Would that solve the problem?"
The doctor considered the proposition. "Well, it's a bit irregular but I suppose it can be done. I gather that this incident isn't going to be reported. Putting the boy in the infirmary would only put this matter on record. It seems everyone wants to keep this matter quiet. I might as well become a conspirator also.
"All right! I'll get the medication and bring it back. It looks like you're really going to earn the status of house mother, Miss Brookes. Come on, Duke, you'll have to drive me back to the dispensary. I'll drive back myself with the medication."
When the men left, Owen said, "Thanks, Miss Brookes. If the guys found out about this, they'd never stop picking on me."
She stroked his head. "Don't worry, Owen, I'll take good care of you."
Her gaze rested on his balls and prick between his splayed legs. Aside from the maternal interest in taking care of his injury, she felt the lascivious longing stirring within her.
Normally, a young boy would be reluctant and embarrassed to have his private parts exposed to a woman. This wasn't a normal situation. Owen was more frightened and hurt than to be concerned about exposure of his sex parts. Sharon would tend to his medical needs diligently. She would also apply the same perseverance to seducing Owen.
The doctor returned with several bottles. One contained several pills, a mild sedative to help ease the pain. Another large bottle contained a solution to be mixed with water. This was for compresses to be applied at ten minute intervals every hour. The last item was an ointment to be put on after each compress. Sharon repeated his instructions and the doctor nodded approval.
"Good luck, Florence Nightingale! You're a dedicated woman! Not many other house mothers would do what you're doing," he said.
by the time the doctor had returned, Sharon managed to carefully undress Owen. She covered his body with a sheet. Just in case Owen had feelings of modesty. Although by now, his reaction to partial nakedness didn't bother him. He made no comment about Sharon viewing his private parts. He accepted it as normal in light of her medical treatment.
She, in the meantime, experienced the start of the lustful cravings. Tenderly, she applied the compress to Owen's buttocks. Casually, her hand descended from the young buttocks to the sac of flesh that sheltered the balls.
Owen flinched a little at the touch. "There, there," Sharon cooed. "I just want to make sure that your testicles weren't damaged. Just relax, Owen. You know I wouldn't hurt you."
Her fingers touched the tiny piece of flesh under the balls. Lightly, her fingers moved over the soft cock. It immediately lengthened. The boy's hips twitched in protest.
"Please don't do that, Miss Brookes! It's not right!" he said. He turned his head. She saw a pleading look in his eyes.
She interrupted her tactile exploration. She took his face between her hands. "You're such a wonderful boy, Owen. That was a terrible thing they did to you. I want to take care of you.
"You want to act like a man! To protect those animals that hurt you so badly! I'm only helping you. To be a man, you must know how to act with women. To know how to make love! All I want to do is help you. It will be our little secret. What we are going to do will give me a great deal of pleasure. And what I will teach you will be safer and better than with some young girl or prostitute."
She brought Owen's face closer and kissed him on the lips. He didn't resist. On a whim, Sharon inserted her tongue into his mouth. The boy responded in the same way. Her mouth rapaciously sought his tongue and hungrily sucked on it. They held this oral embrace for some time. Unwillingly, she interrupted this tender embrace. She went to her door and locked it. She removed her clothing and approached her patient.
Owen's eyes widened in surprised fear. "What ... what are you going to do, Miss Brookes?" His voice quavered.
Sharon smiled tenderly. "I'm going to teach you the joys of sex, Owen. Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you."
She lay down on the bed alongside of him. "You can still remain on your stomach. Just slide up on top of me," she invited.
Owen shifted his body. She felt his warm body against hers. His face rested on her lips. "Move down a little so that your mouth touches my tits," she instructed him.
He slid down her body. Her arms embraced his neck. "Now, feel my tits! Suck them! Do anything you want to them to learn what tits are like!" It was a subdued command.
His initial efforts were clumsy. He stared at the quarter-sized areolae that tipped the ample mounds. He examined the tiny node centered in the pink rounded tip. Owen's mouth closed over the nipple and tasted the erogenous papule.
An ecstatic shiver tingled Sharon's spine. She closed her eyes to heighten the thrill. As he sucked on one tit, his other hand explored the contours of her other breast.
A feeling of sexual euphoria filled her senses. No previous contact matched this moment of voluptuous rapture. His hard-on rested against her clitoris. The touch of his cock's head pressing on her tiny hard-on caused her to sigh. A blissful murmur whispered into his ear. "Mmmmmmmmm! You're doing fine, Owen!"
"Move your hand down to my cunt and feel how lovely it is," she told him.
He shifted his hand from her tit to her hairy slit. Her hips writhed in sensuous approval as his fingers reached her cunt. She felt his fingers pass along the dampened folds of the outer labia. The fingers continued to move into the vestibule of her cunt. Her breathing increased as her erotic pleasure intensified.
"Uuhmmmmm! That's good!" she moaned. "Keep it up. Move your fingers in and out faster. Right now, this is just a make believe fuck! Soon, we'll be doing the real thing!"
Her licentious inclination caused her to use the common words relating to sex. A perverse abandon came over her during these moments. She used the words to stimulate her feelings as well as the libido of any sex partner she had.
Owen's fingers frigged her snatch with increased fervor. His body rocked against hers as his fingers shuttled in and out of her hot pussy. The crown of his cock rubbed the tip of her clitoris. The friction from the contact caused venereal sparks to fly.
Deep within her cunt, Sharon felt the growing expansion of an orgasmic bubble ready to burst. A groan of appreciative approval tumbled from her lips.
"Ahhrrr!"
"Ooooo! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed hoarsely. "Can you feel my lovely come shooting down?"
"Yes! Yes!" he answered excitedly. "I'm coming also! What should I do?" His voice betrayed his panic. "I don't want to give you a baby."
She restrained a laugh. Such innocence! "Don't worry, dear. Nothing will happen!. Just let it shoot over my stomach!"
His cock rested on her clitoris. He shifted his hips a little. The sensation of his orgasm throbbed against her stomach. The spasms that shook his cock! The contact of his youthful hot come spattering over her stomach! Sharon was aware of each erotic touch.
Owen was pressed closer to Sharon. His cock rested in a pool of his come. The hot sperm was cooling and sticky. She didn't mind. All she could think of was the pressure of his flaccid peter on her stomach.
"That was wonderful, Owen," she complimented him. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
"Yes, Miss Brookes! I ... I never did anything like that before," he confessed in embarrassment.
"I bet that was better than masturbating," she said. Then she quickly added to spare him further embarrassment. "I know that all young boys your age masturbate. Even grown-up men do it. There's nothing wrong with that. But this way is better."
He turned down-cast eyes at her statement. She realized that her comment about masturbating had struck a negative responsive chord.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Owen!" she apologized. "I just wanted to show you that we can have fun together with sex. Anytime you feel the urge to masturbate, come and see me. All right!"
He nodded, still averting her look. Tenderly, she reached down, cupping his chin. She raised his face. "It's getting late and you've had a rough night. I'm going to put another compress on your backside. Then put some more of that ointment on. After that, I'm going to give you one more sex lesson. Then we can get some rest. Okay?"
Owen answered her smile. "You're the nurse, Miss Brookes!"
Sharon grinned. The boy was learning fast. She treated the abused ass with the compress and added the ointment. When she finished with her medical chores, Sharon helped Owen off the bed.
"You're going to enjoy this treatment," she told him. She knelt between his legs. Carefully, she placed one hand on his back to support him. Sharon made certain she didn't touch any part of his bruised buttocks.
Her other hand cupped his balls in a gentle caress. She had wiped his cock and her stomach off from the come when she got the compress. His cock was smooth and clean. Her gentle manipulation of his balls triggered his prick. It stood out, straight and hard.
Softly, she stroked the stiff piece of flesh. Owen gasped in surprise as his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her mind drifted back to her encounter at the camp with the other fifteen year old boy. How similar their cocks were! How virgin they were!
Her tongue bent into a slight furrow as she lapped on the crown of his cock. The tip of her lingual brush rolled over the tiny indentation where his come would eventually erupt. Altering her oral attack, she slid her tongue down along the shaft. The descent brought her mouth down to Owen's balls. Gently, she sucked in a ball at a time. Her tongue lavished lascivious affection on each one.
She switched back to the shaft of his prick. Her teeth nibbled with soft bites, covering the entire length of his small dick. Owen's body swayed a little. Sharon pressed his crotch closer to her face. His cock was fully impaled within her hungry mouth.
The tingling vibrant sensations teased her nerve fibers. It was a psychological phenomenon. Contact with the erogenous parts of a young boy thrilled her as much as having intercourse with them. With the actual fucking, the erotic sensuality was more intense. Yet, the other sexual acts still brought on a different type of voluptuous delirium.
Sharon kept her lips tightly compressed against his cock. Slowly, she twisted her head, rotating the sealed lips around the shaft. As though she was removing a bottle cap. While she agitated his hard-on in this manner, her tongue teased the shaft.
Instinctively, Owen started to rock his hips. His breathing became more rapid. Sharon knew that any second, a geyser of come would erupt from his fleshy tube. She began to toy with his balls. The round agates would shift just before the climactic paroxysms. Her mouth and tongue increased the tempo of her oral teasing. Any moment now!
He groaned in anguished rapture. "Ohhhhh! Miss Brookes! I'm going to come! I'm coming!"
Before he made the announcement, Sharon was aware of the orgasm. His groan and the shift in his balls warned her of the eruption of ecstasy he was experiencing. Four rapid bursts shot into her mouth. The cream-like aliment filled her oral vessel. She tasted the sweet nectar of his come.
The contractions became less violent. She pressed her lips against his shrinking pintle to drain out the last drops of his orgasm.
"Wasn't that nice?" she asked.
Owen smiled down on her. "I like you Miss Brookes! You're very nice. I'd do anything for you."
Sharon was impressed by his pledge of fidelity. When he fully recovered from his injury, their sessions should prove more exciting. Her mind filled with all kinds of erotic situations.
"Thank you, Owen," she replied. "And I like you. It's very late. Let's go to bed."
She lay on her back alongside of him. Owen slept on his stomach. As they lay in bed, his hand rested on her cunt. She smiled in the dark. By Sunday, he should be well enough to fuck her. He was a very quick and eager pupil.
Sharon wondered what Duncan would say if he knew what she was doing? For that matter, her position at the school was in peril. She had seduced two minors. Somehow, she wasn't too concerned. She knew Owen and Wayne were silent disciples. Their silence had been bought with her gifts of sex. A hint of scandal and no more sex! There was also the threat of expulsion! That possibility was more of a danger to Wayne than Owen. Wayne's football career hinged on his remaining at school to show off his athletic prowess.
A blissful sigh escaped her lips. Owen's hand rested quietly on her cunt. It was such a pleasant sensation. Too bad he wasn't frigging her! Oh, well, there was still Saturday and Sunday! She looked at the luminous dials on the clock on the night table.
It was time to put another compress on her patient's ass. She slipped out of bed to minister to him. Afterwards, she could get back into bed and place Owen's hand back where it had been. Quietly patting her cunt!
CHAPTER FIVE
The alarm clock rang Saturday morning. Sharon reached out quickly to shut it off. Owen stirred awake at the sound. She got out of bed, her naked body hurrying to the bathroom. After taking care of her personal bathroom activities, she returned.
"Come on, let me help you," she offered Owen. Their nakedness didn't bother him as it had the previous evening. She had conditioned him. Even the presence of his piss hard-on left him unabashed.
She guided him towards the bathroom. "Want me to help you? " she asked, hoping his answer was yes.
He smiled at her. "If you'd like to!"
She took his prick in her cool hands. It stiffened and he found it difficult to pass water.
"I think we'll save the fun and games for later," she said, realizing that the hard-on inhibited the voiding of water. "Do you think you can manage on your own? I'm going down to the dining room to bring you back some breakfast."
"Sure!" he replied.
She drove down to the dining room and had the dietician fill a tray of food for her. Sharon returned to her patient.
"Here we are!" she greeted him laughingly. "Room service! What better deal can you ask for?"
She cleared away her night table and Owen ate standing up. When they finished the breakfast, Sharon applied a compress to his buttocks and more ointment. The extreme swelling of the buttocks seemed less pronounced. Gently, she touched a spot.
"Ouch!" he cried out.
"Looks like it's still sore," she said. The phone rang. It was Duncan. He inquired about Owen's condition. He told her he was coming over shortly with the doctor. In spite of Duncan's concern for the boy, Sharon was abrupt with him.
She had Owen lie down and covered him with the sheet. Ten minutes later, she opened the door in answer to the knock. Duncan and the doctor asked Owen how he felt. The doctor removed the sheet to examine the bruised ass. He asked Sharon whether she had given any of the sedatives to the boy. Only one!
The doctor nodded in satisfied approval. "I see you've been doing a good job with the compresses and ointment. With a little luck, he should be able to go to classes on Monday."
"That's good news!" Sharon said. "What about the culprits who did this? " Her question was directed at Duncan although she didn't speak to him.
"For cryin' out loud, Sharon!" he protested. "The kid won't make a direct accusation. I can't go around interrogating everyone. Anyone I'd speak to would deny any implication. They'd be crazy to confess. What do you want me to do? Beat my breast, rend my clothes, and cry mea culpa. I am guilty!"
She sniffed in disdain. "I think that Wayne Trevors had something to do with this! He's the president of the fraternity. He's also the star of your great football team!"
Duncan tried to remain calm. "Look! Let's evaluate this matter objectively. I agree with you that what happened was bad. It should be dealt with severely. However, if Owen accuses anyone there will be an investigation. The culprits will be dismissed. After that, Owen will be a marked kid!
"The whole thing is wrong! It's like our society today. Someone gets robbed or beaten up and the criminal goes free. The victim comes off second best.
"I'll promise you this much! I'm convinced that Wayne had something to do with this. Team or no team! The first opportunity I get where I catch him stepping out of line, I'll throw the book at him. Will that satisfy you?" he asked.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. His offer was a valid one. One she could not fault! Her snort was an indication of grudging concession. "Okay!" she agreed.
He sighed in relief. "I'm glad that's over." He grinned and extended his hand. "Friends?"
Sharon looked at his extended hand. She smiled back. "Okay! Friends! Just remember! The first time you get him, I want the book thrown at him."
"Agreed!" he replied. "Anything else we can do here, doc?"
The doctor shook his head. "No! Miss Brooks seems to be doing a very capable job. Anytime she wants to fill in at the infirmary, she can have my recommendation.
"Just continue with the treatment," he told her.
After her visitors left, Sharon turned to Owen. "How would you like to play some more?"
"Gee, you're really after Trevor's ass!" he exclaimed. "I know you didn't like what he did to me but I betcha it has to with the hassle in the classes."
She was taken aback by his statement. After their promiscuous play, Sharon wasn't shocked by his use of the word ass. What surprised her was his comment about being annoyed in class.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Aw, you know! Everyone gave you a rough time the first day of school," he explained. "There's a lot of talk going around that you made some sort of a deal with Wayne. To keep things cool! No one really knows what it is! But there's some talk that it has to do with sex. Is it true?"
Her face flushed, betraying her guilt. "I want to teach you a few things, Owen. I hope that we'll have many hours of sexual pleasure together. That's one of the things I'm teaching you. How to get along sexually with a woman!
"However, there are a few other things you should know if you want to be successful in making out with girls or women. One, is that you never ask them embarrassing questions. Two, never spread malicious stories about women, even if you know it's true. Three, be discreet. Don't discuss your sexual conquests with anyone and mention names. Finally, treat all women, regardless of who or what they are, like ladies." she cautioned him.
Owen studied her with the perception of an adult. In spite of his youth, he understood what she was saying.
"It's a shame that there aren't more men and women like you in this world," he commented. "We'd have less hate and more love!"
"Why, bless you, Owen!" she thanked him graciously. "That's a beautiful compliment. And now that we've finished with our mutual admiration society, are you ready for some fun?"
"Can I undress you?" he asked.
Sharon was pleasantly surprised by his forwardness. She liked it. "May I, not can I," she corrected. "Certainly!" she answered. Her arms were openly extended. "Come and get me!"
She had taken the precaution to lock her door. Owen moved towards her. His fingers trembled clumsily as he unfastened the hooks on her skirt. Unloosened, the skirt dropped to the floor. He picked it up. "Put the clothes on the chair," she told him. He draped it over the chair.
Sharon had on a bodysuit blouse. He unfastened the snaps and lifted the blouse over her vertically extended arms. All that remained was a brassiere. Owen moved in back of her and unfastened it. Moving back in front of her, he gazed with salacious longing at her sexual charms.
"You know, I once read one of those dirty books," he confessed.
Sharon was enjoying this new relationship. She was his mistress and confidant. His confession of reading a dirty book amused her. She was tempted to tease him a little but decided it might hurt their relationship. Instead, she pretended curiosity by raising an eyebrow in surprised interest.
"Oh! And what did you learn from that book?" she asked.
"May I do anything I want to you without you telling me what to do?" he asked.
His request intrigued her. Her eyes filled with a carnal luster. The sensual tingle began to radiate along her nervous system. Sweat started to drip from her vaginal glands.
"Sure!" she agreed. "Anything you want! This is your game. You make up the rules! Do I have to do anything special?"
"Just lay down on the bed," he answered.
Sharon stretched out on her back and waited for her young sex partner to titillate her sexual fancies. Owen crouched over her chest. His cock was already hard. He held his prick over the tip of her tit. As though he had practiced this act many times, he rubbed the crown of his prick against the nipple. An electrifying shock sent a voluptuous tingle from her tit to her cunt. She silently chided herself for not reading any of those books. It seemed to be an educational experience for Owen.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "I bet you're going to teach me a few things!" she said encouragingly to him.
The touch of his cock head against her nipple caused it to harden. She experienced a greater sensitivity from the contact.
Satisfied that her nipple was hard, Owen shifted his position. His mouth closed over the venereal node. She remembered the way he sucked her tit the previous evening. It didn't compare to the way he suckled her now! Sharon's eyelids closed in dreamy contemplation of what this boy was going to do to her.
Undoubtedly, he had planned to use nuances she never thought of. She envisioned unthought of thrills.
As Owen sucked on her tit, his hand was busily frigging her cunt. Only this time, he was using two fingers. Sharon gasped at the introduction of the dual digits. It felt as thick as a cock. "That's beautiful!" she encouraged him. "More, more!"
His hand slipped out of her damp snatch. She wondered why he stopped frigging her. The answer wasn't too long in coming. Her hips jerked involuntarily at the sudden insinuation of a finger in her asshole.
She had never been touched there before. The finger had slipped easily into the tightly puckered hole. This was an entirely new sexual expression for her. In her limited sexual encounters, no one had ever stimulated the erogenous area of her ass. This was a whole new erotic concept and a delirious shiver of approval shook her body.
Owen started to massage her anus. His finger moving slowly in and out. It was as though he was savoring this new experience more for his own benefit than Sharon's. She had opened an entire new world for him. He wanted to explore every erotic facet of it. As he pushed his finger into her asshole, he moved it around in the confined hole.
The impacted finger made her feel like she had to void her bowels. It was a temporary condition that passed. Owen's finger continued to stimulate the anal muscles. Sharon found the asshole frigging erotically exciting. Not as strong as any manipulation of her clitoris or cunt! But there was still some merit to the rectal rub!
Sharon lay there, dreamily relishing this luxuriant moment. A carnal thought, prompted by Owen's tantalizing finger, crossed her mind. What would it be like to be fucked in the ass! That ought to be exciting! Perhaps she might offer the suggestion to Owen, hoping he would do it.
She wriggled her hips as the finger continued to shift in and out of her hole. The finger finally emerged. A faint cool breeze fanned against the freed hole.
The boy was doing a good job on his own. Sharon was happy to let him do as he pleased.
Whatever turned him on was good enough for her. That ass-frigging with his finger was his own idea. So was that cock head on her tit! She restrained a giggle. At the rate he was going, he was liable to try fucking her hanging from the chandelier. And that would be a good trick! Considering there wasn't any chandelier in the room.
Owen slithered down her body. His hands grasped the insides of her thighs, parting her legs. Sharon suspected what he was going to do next. When he separated the hairy lips of her cunt, she knew!
He didn't have the practiced skill of a cunt-lapper. What he lacked in experience, he made up for it in determination. His tongue slid against one side of her snatch. Slowly, he lapped the right side of her cunt. His tongue pressed down as it swept along the damp flesh.
Satisfied that one side of her cunt had been sufficiently attended to, Owen lapped the other side.
"Hsssss!" A soft hiss of erotic approval came from Sharon's lips. Her hips shifted in a sinuously slow gyration. Owen's tongue altered its course. His small tongue became a lingual cock. It stuck into her cunt, trying to penetrate the outer vestibule of her dewy twat. She clasped his head between her hands, caressing his hair.
"Mmmmmm!" A loud humming moan from Sharon complimented his oral efforts. "That's beautiful, Owen!" she sighed. "Ooooo! Where did you ever learn to eat pussy like that? "
He stopped his efforts to look up at her. She saw a smile of gratification on his face in response to her words of approval.
"No kidding! Am I doing a good job?" he asked.
"Keep sucking, honey!" she encouraged him. "No one, man or boy, ever turned me on the way you do."
Owen returned to his oral homage. This time, he concentrated on her clitoris. His hands cupped her buttocks bringing her twat closer to his face. Provocatively, her clitoris was teased by his eager mouth. Sharon felt a delirious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive by Owen's tantalizing lips and tongue.
For a first time, Owen seemed to have a proficient tongue as it induced voluptuous thrills.
Sharon didn't know whether it was the act or the performer that was creating the wild erogenous sensations. All she knew was that every part of her body tingled. It was exquisite erotic torture. Perversely thrilling without pain!
"Oh! Owen!" she moaned. "Keep sucking, harder! Harder!" she exhorted him.
His lips pursed tightly over her clitoris, stretching it. Rapidly, he sucked on the reddening flesh. It seemed as if he was trying to drain her orgasm through it. Using her clitoris as a fleshy straw, he sucked strongly on it.
Sharon's breathing became labored and her tits shook as her chest heaved in and out. Her back arched as she rocked her hips. Then her buttocks would fall back against the mattress. Her ass wriggled in violent agitation. She was trying to shake loose the incandescent orgasm glowing inside her loins.
The glow became a flame! An incendiary climactic explosion burst inside of her fired box.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Drink my lovely come juice!" she exclaimed. "Oh! Oh! I'm shooting, I'm shooting!" Her body trembled in ecstatic bliss.
Owen's mouth fastened about her spigot-less faucet. His tongue probed as deep as it could to sip out the nectar spilling out of Sharon's quim. His oral efforts were producing new tremors of lascivious joys.
With ecstatic abandon, Sharon cried out! "I can't stop coming! Oh, Oh! It's crazy! I ... never came ... like ... this!" Her declaration was interrupted by the trembling convulsions as she humped her hips in rapid thrusts.
She made one final heave, pressing Owen's face deep into her crotch. An anguished roar of ecstatic approbation tore from her throat. "YAHHRRRrrrrrr!"
It was as explosive as the violent thrust of her body. Then it diminished as her body sank back, spent from the erotic effort.
Her shout startled Owen. He released his hold on her. She saw the frightened look on his face. The realization that her shout was loud enough to be heard struck her. Her own concern reflected in her thoughtful contemplation.
It dawned upon them that no one else was in the house. Colden Academy was playing its first game of the season. Everybody was at the game. To make certain, Sharon hurriedly threw some clothes on. She planted a quick kiss on Owen's lips and left the room.
Her inspection of the other rooms proved her right. She and Owen had the empty house for themselves. Sharon returned. Her young lover had satisfied her sexually. It was only right for her to reciprocate his favors.
"It's all right, Owen," she assured him. "No one's here. We have the whole house to ourselves. We can really have a ball!" She pointed to him. "You were terrific! It's amazing what a little book-reading can do! But I see you still have a little problem." She touched his hard-on. "Do you have any special request for taking care of this? Or have you some more ideas from that book you read?"
There was a boyish lewd grin on his face. "Can I fuck you in the ass?"
She gave him a look of pretended disbelief. "You really are a cute little bugger, aren't you! I bet you read that in the book also. Okay!" she agreed. "I've never had it in the ass before. So it should be an exciting adventure for both of us."
Sharon took off the clothes she wore. "Let me get some vaseline. We may need it."
Handing him the jar, she instructed him in how to make the initial insertion. He smeared his prick with the lubricant. The excess on his fingers, Owen wiped off inside of Sharon's asshole.
She bent over, supporting her body with her hands on the bed. Owen stepped up behind her. He pressed his shiny greasy cockhead against the puckered glistening hole. It slid in with a little effort. Sharon had expected some difficulty. Evidently, his prick size had a lot to do with the easy entrance.
The impaction was a little thicker than his finger. The sphincter of her ass seemed to stretch a little. But her plugged hole accommodated his cock nicely. His small hands gripped her hips. There was a momentary interlude when Sharon thought she would have to shit. It passed quickly.
Owen partially withdrew his cock and shoved it back into her anal sheath. It wasn't difficult to endure. The sensation was like his finger-frigging, only the object in her ass was a little thicker. She felt a delicious sensual emotion. Not as wholly satisfying as other erogenous contacts.
"That's nice!" she said to him.
In the meantime, she placed one of her hands against her clitoris. A little manual help wouldn't hurt this scene! Her fingers gently started to rub her clitoris. The combined stimulation helped to increase her licentious libido.
He was moving his hips slowly. Most of his subdued efforts were due to his still sore ass. There was nothing wrong with his prick however as it churned around the tight anal tunnel.
As his cock moved in and out in measured tempo, Sharon frantically massaged her clitoris. The orgasmic tingling began to envelop her crotch. The delirium of a climax swept over her.
Owen's penile ramming became a hurried cadence. While he pumped faster, she felt the contact of his balls gently touching the inside of her thigh. His breathing became rapid, matching her own increased respiration.
Inside her ass, his cock contracted as it squeezed out the hot come. There were several quick bursts of his love juice. Each spasm sent a little erotic tingle throughout the tight hole.
He grabbed her hips tightly, plunging his cock as deep as he could into her ass. Owen held her hips tightly as the orgasm spurted out. His groin was pressed against the curve of Sharon's buttocks. Her sensitive rectal tissues detected the diminishing spasms of his cock.
Owen rested his head against the small of her back. His prick slowly slackened. Sharon felt the physical change as his cock grew soft.
Her own efforts had induced an orgasm simultaneously with his. He removed his cock with a soft sigh of sexual gratification.
"Ahhh!" he sighed. "That beating I took was worth it," he said. "Otherwise, I would never had gotten this chance to get together with you like this."
"That's crazy!" she answered. "Sooner or later, I would have had you in my room. I took a liking to you the first time I saw you," Sharon confessed. "I would have managed somehow to seduce you. What they did to you was wrong!
"And speaking of this, reminds me! You've just had one special treatment. You're due for another. The regular one. Lie down on the bed and I'll get the compress and ointment. The faster we get your ass back in good shape, the faster we can really enjoy ourselves."
As Sharon followed the doctor's instructions, Owen twisted his head to look at her. "I think you're great!" he said.
She smiled at him. "I think you're repeating yourself. You've already told me how wonderful I am. You keep on telling me this and I'm liable to believe you."
He became very serious. "You just say the word and I'll take care of Wayne Trevors."
She studied his serious mien. "You mean you would testify that he did this to you? Even if it meant the possibility of being ostracized by the others? Or even worse?"
He gulped. "Yes!" he answered determinedly. "I know I would still have one friend! You would stand by me, wouldn't you? " It was more like a plea than a question.
Sharon kissed him tenderly on the forward. "I'm touched by the sacrifice you're willing to make for me. Even though I feel that you should accuse Wayne, I'm inclined to veto the idea. Don't worry, we'll get him. There's more than one way to skin a cat. We can always poison him.
"Which reminds me! It's almost time for lunch. Gotta go! I'll be back with some food. Have you any special preferences?"
"Can you get me a tuna-fish salad sandwich?" he asked.
"You must be reading my mind. That's what I'm going to bring back for myself. See you later!"
CHAPTER SIX
That weekend turned out well for everyone. Owen, thanks to Sharon's ministrations, recovered sufficiently to return to school on Tuesday. The doctor wanted to give him an extra day of recuperation.
Sharon had two glorious days of sex with Owen. Of course, Owen equally enjoyed the relationship with his new mistress.
Colden Academy was elated by the first victory of their football season. Duke Duncan was proud of his charges. The Colden Cougars, as they were called, clawed their opponents by the lopsided score of 35-0.
Wayne Trevors threw three touchdown passes. He carried in one other touchdown. Wayne was virtually a one man demolition squad. From everybody's viewpoint, it was quite a weekend!
On Monday, Wayne dropped a note on Sharon's desk. Both were free at two o'clock.
She knew what his terse message meant. At the appointed time they were to meet in her room. The shade would be drawn, the door locked, and then, sex!
Sharon knew the conceited Wayne wanted to show off. After all, he had single-handedly defeated the opposing team the past Saturday! No one commented about the other ten players. The blocking that the offensive team did! Or the receivers who caught Wayne's passes for the touchdowns! And how about kudos for the defensive team that contained the opposition!
No! The Colden Cougars had only one player! Wayne Trevors! She waited for him to make his appearance. He walked in with a conceited strut, and conceited grin. He pulled down the door shade and locked the door.
"Well, what did you think of my playing Saturday?" he asked. "I could have beaten them with one hand tied behind my back."
"I wouldn't know! I wasn't at the game," she answered. She wanted to deflate his egotistical attitude. "From what I've heard, the other team was smaller than ours. Evidently, you're at your best picking on little guys."
His conceited smile disappeared, and was replaced with a scowl. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
She gave him an enigmatic smile. "You can interpret the statement any way you want to!" She wanted to say something else and decided against it. They had made a pact. For the time being, it was holding up. Anything she said might alter the situation. There was no point in antagonizing him further. Aside from the seductive aspect, Sharon wanted his cooperation. Without it, her classes would be chaotic.
Sharon lit up a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in his direction. "What's your pleasure today, oh noble and sterling warrior of the Colden Cougars?"
"Don't get so smart-assed!" he growled at her. "I might make you official house mother of our frat. Then all the guys can enjoy fucking you! You'd love that, wouldn't you? All those young cocks! You'd have a field day!" he jeered.
She knew she couldn't push him too far verbally. There were other responsive chords she could touch. "Look, Wayne!" she snapped, "We made a deal! You keep things cool in my classes and I give you whatever sex you want! I'm not exactly crazy about your personality." She shrugged her shoulders. "But politics makes strange bedfellows!
"I'm keeping my end of the deal. I'm under the impression that you are keeping yours. Are you?"
He scowled. "What makes you think I'm not keeping my end of the bargain? " he asked.
"There seems to be an ugly rumor going around the school that we've made some kind of a special deal," she answered. "All of a sudden, you spread the word not to hassle me. Everybody's keeping in line! The talk is that you're getting special treatment. Something really special!"
He grinned lewdly. "Well, ain't I?" His expression changed and he said, "But I never told anyone that I was getting into your pants!" he declared. "But let's stop the bullshit! Take off your clothes! I'm in the mood for a little fun!"
Sharon found having sex with Wayne a mechanical act. At the start, it was an exciting episode. Now, it was a sort of an obligation! One that she couldn't easily cancel.
As she started to undress, there was a knock at the door. "Sharon! Sharon, are you in there?" It was Duncan.
She found herself welcoming his appearance. "Yes!" she answered quickly. For the moment, she could avoid contact with Wayne. He stood their frowning at her. Annoyed at being cheated!
Sharon opened the door. Duncan looked at her, then at his star quarterback. The friendly grin on his face disappeared. "I didn't know I was interrupting anything," Duncan said.
"We were talking about Wayne's work in history," she lied. "Sort of a conference. I'm sure you would be interested also. Your star player has to do well scholastically in order to play, doesn't he? Or doesn't that count?"
"Well, thanks for your help, Miss Brookes," Wayne said hurriedly. "If you don't want me anymore, I'll leave."
Sharon nodded. "A little more studying will help, Wayne. We'll get together again."
After Wayne left, Duncan turned to her. "What's with the closed doors and drawn shades? Since when did a student-teacher conference turn into such a hushhush deal?"
"I didn't know you went in for art?" she said facetiously.
He looked puzzled. "I never went in for art?"
"Then stop drawing conclusions!" Sharon answered. "Private joke! Every time we meet, it becomes a sort of friendly fencing match of wits. But some special newsworthy item has brought you here! To what do I owe this visit?"
Duncan shook his head in mild disbelief. "Every time I want to become friendly, you turn me off. I'll admit I'm not the most handsome guy in this world but there are uglier ones.
"What is it? Why do I rub you the wrong way?"
Sharon sighed in mild exasperation. "Oh, Duke, it's not really you! I get the feeling that you want to get serious. I'm not ready for it. I don't feel like talking about it. Besides, you came here to tell me something important, didn't you?"
"I was offered a secondary coaching job with one of the pro football teams on the coast. It's seven thousand more than I'm making here," he told her excitedly. "I've got to give them my answer by the end of this week. It's a big temptation! What do you think?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Do your own thing! I haven't the vaguest idea of what this is all about. Why ask for my opinion? You hardly know me!"
"I was hoping that we could get to know each other better," he answered. "I wish you were coming with me."
"Now, that sounds like a proposal! And we hardly know each other," Sharon said. "You certainly are persistent!"
"Then how about a date for tonight!" he insisted.
She decided to accept his invitation. Actually, she didn't find him repulsive. Dating men wasn't that important to her. She had dated at college; had been devirginized at college, so having a date wasn't something she minded. Sharon didn't want to settle down yet, although, most girls at twenty-two were engaged, or married. Duncan's attention pleased her. The offer he received was a tempting one. He'd be a fool not to accept it!
Her other reason for accepting the date was because she expected Wayne to be around later that night. He wouldn't find her in her room if she was out on a date.
Duncan picked her up after supper. They drove into town to a movie. Sharon was surprised that the evening turned out to be a pleasant one. She also learned that Duke had wit and charm. Something she didn't expect from a jock coach. Her biased thoughts considered him to be mentally muscle bounded.
After the movie, they stopped for ice cream sodas. When they drove up to the house, Duncan kissed her good night. Nothing imagine! No grabbing or feeling up! Just a quick peck.
She got out of the car. Sharon walked towards her room with a bouncy step. For some reason, she felt like a giddy school girl after her first date. Was Duncan getting to her? Had some transformation come over her? The answers eluded her. All she knew was that she had a wonderful evening out on a date with a contemporary. It had been a long time since Sharon had been out on a date with an adult. The interval enhanced the occasion. If it kept up, she might get to like it.
Sharon checked in on Owen. He was sound asleep in his room. Everything seemed to be all right. According to the doctor, Owen could return to classes the next day. She sighed. The past weekend had been a very exciting one. Owen had taught her quite a few things. There would be other times.
She went to bed and remained awake thinking about her date with Duncan. Her mind started to debate the values of continuing the relationship with him. Then the sexual orgies with the young boys crowded the other thoughts out. For some time, she tossed and turned. The long mental deliberation wore her out. After an hour of tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep.
Wayne passed her in the hall on Tuesday. "Be at the frat house at eight!" he ordered. He didn't wait for a reply but continued on to his next class.
Sharon was miffed by his demand. She didn't have the opportunity to refuse him if she wanted to. The more she thought about it, the more it intrigued her.
Evidently, he had something planned for her. The house would be empty. Wayne would see to that. Or maybe, there would be others! She shook her head. No! He wouldn't do that to her! A foolish act like that could jeopardize both their positions. Well, at least, it would be better having relations in some comfortable room and bed than the quickies he subjected her to in the classroom.
After supper, that evening, Sharon dressed casually. The less she wore decreased the likelihood of leaving some telltale article of apparel behind.
When she arrived at the house, there were few lights on. A main living room light was on. One of the rooms upstairs was lit as well as the porch light. Sharon felt a tremor of excitement course down her spine. Sex with Wayne wasn't as exciting as it used to be but the new environment renewed the lascivious thoughts.
She rang the bell and he answered the door. Wayne took her light topcoat and hung it in the closet.
"Want a drink?" he offered. He had a malevolent grin on his face. Sharon was tempted to accept his offer. The thought that the drink might be tampered with, changed her mind. Who knows what could be in it! She declined his offer.
To hide her nervousness, she lit up a cigarette. "Well, what do we do now? Talk about history, football, or sex?" she asked.
"You're going to help me with part of our initiation," he told her. "Every new pledge must prove that he's a man. We usually take him to a whore house or get some cooperative cunt on the campus to help us out.
"I figured you would get your jollies out of this scene. That's why I asked you over."
"Suppose I say no!" her voice trembled. "I thought this was strictly between you and me."
He shook his head. "The deal was that you would do anything I wanted you to, particularly when it comes to sex. This is something particular. You better get with it or else," he threatened.
Sharon's mind was in a turmoil. So many different reactions stirred inside her brain! She resented him using her like a common whore. While the thought of fucking some young student appealed to her, it enlarged the amount of people who knew about her promiscuity. Owen had already warned her about the rumors relating to her alliance with Wayne.
She wondered what it would be like having someone watch her in sexual action. There was a certain licentious appeal to this carnal thought.
"Well, let's get it over with!" she said in exasperated annoyance. "Can he be trusted to keep quiet about this?"
"Don't worry!" Wayne assured her. "Every member takes a vow. If he ever breaks it, his ass winds up in a sling!"
He led the way to the upstairs room. When he opened the door to the room, she was shocked when she saw its occupant. It was Owen! Their startled expressions made Wayne laugh.
"I guess you both know each other," he gloated. "That saves me the trouble of introducing you. I suppose you both never had the opportunity of getting together. I do know that Miss Brookes has been playing nurse. Maybe, you should play doctor, Owen. Use your cock to take her temperature!" Wayne laughed obscenely. "You got your choice of three holes to stick it in! Okay, Farnum! Make like a lover and make it good!"
Owen stood there embarrassed by the developments. Sharon was also disquieted but she determined to make the best of a bad situation. She smiled at Owen.
"I'm certain you know a lot about sex, Owen. It looks like we're both victims. So let's both try to make the best of it," she said in an attempt to bolster his confidence and courage.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked him.
Owen's eyes betrayed his desperate frustration. Sharon knew he didn't want to fuck her. Wayne's presence and demand overrode any protest Owen might offer. She knew Owen didn't want to violate their secret. She saw his pathetic look of apology.
His voice was hoarse and low as he requested her to disrobe. "Please ... take ... your ... clothes off!"
Wayne laughed in derision. "Shit! I thought you would take them off yourself!"
Owen found some lost confidence. "You screw your way, Wayne! I'll do it my way! I don't go around tearing clothes off of women! Maybe that's your style! That's probably why some of the girls around here think you're an animal!"
Beautiful! Sharon thought. That's giving it to the conceited bastard! She gave Owen credit! Indirectly, he discredited Wayne's impression of his sex prowess. Owen never made the accusation. He repeated what others said, even if it wasn't true.
She had removed the garter belt, skirt, bra, and blouse. Her nylons were the last piece of clothing she took off. Owen took his clothes off. He approached her, holding out his hand. She took it and he brought her back to the bed. They both stretched out on the bed, lying on their sides.
Sharon was glad that she had spent some time with Owen during that erotic weekend. It afforded him confidence and style. That was important! He had two days of practice and it showed in the way he was handling this situation. She responded to his ministrations. One, to bolster his confidence further! Two, to satisfy her own carnal yearnings!
Owen pressed an arm about her neck, drawing her face close to his. She closed her eyes, deliciously tasting his hot lips. Their mouths parted and their tongues hungrily entwined. Playfully, they indulged in a lingual game of leap-frog.
One of his hands cupped her ample tit, tenderly caressing its resilient flesh. His fingers moved up towards the pink summit of her tit. Grasping the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled the fleshy node between the balls of his fingers.
Soft sucking sounds emitted from their mouths as they continued to soul kiss.
Sharon's hand drifted towards Owen's balls. She didn't want to tease his cock too much. It could invite a premature ejaculation. An embarrassing incident like that would be disastrous to her beautiful lover. She wanted to feel his hard cock! Instead, she contented herself with just holding his balls.
Owen shifted his body, his lips now concentrating on the delectable titty. He sucked deeply on the nipple, making it tingle from his oral embrace. She felt his fingers moving into her hairy slit. Slowly, he toyed with the moist fleshy crease between her thighs. His hand moved from the inner lips of her cunt up to the exogenously aroused clitoris.
He was not trying to frig her cunt yet. All he did was let his hand lazily drift from one end of her snatch to the other. It was a languid erotic expression. She found the leisurely moving fingers teasingly titillating. Each pass of his fingers as it moved back and forth sent little shivers vibrating in her hot snatch. Like an exciting promise of lascivious thrills to come.
She felt him shift a little lower so that his cock could enter her twat. Owen had no problem in sliding his prick into her slippery box. The inner lips of her pussy was slick with the wetness of early lubrication. His cock didn't fill her cunt fully but she was aware of its venereal presence.
Sharon clasped him around the waist, pulling him closer. Their pubic hairs formed one mass as he imbedded his shaft into her cunt. They remained welded like this for several seconds.
Oh! He was clever, this protoge of hers! The longer he prolonged the act, the longer it would take for him to shoot his load. He was like a magician creating an illusion. Wayne, in his role of a voyeur, might not recognize this fact. He was probably more intent in watching the degradation of two people.
Slowly, Owen began to rock back and forth. Like the rocker arm on railroad train wheels. It started with a gradual movement as it swung into the housing box. As it gained momentum, the piston moved faster.
"Huhnrr! Huhnrr!" Owen grunted softly as his dick moved in and out. His butocks rose and fell adding erotic movement to his shuttling prick.
Sharon added her own efforts as she rocked her loins in ecstatic abandon. She felt the dull throbbing of an orgasm building up in the depths of her twat. There would be no full attainment of this erotic sensual expression of fulfillment. Owen's efforts had to look good.
Her head rocked from side to side in voluptuous agitation. "Oooo! That's good!" she pretended. "That's it, honey!" she exclaimed. "Now! You're fucking! Let me feel that lovely cock! Faster, faster! That's it! Harder, harder! Oh! OH! OH! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ahhrr! Ahhrrr! Here it comes again! I'm coming! I'm COM-MINGGG!"
Owen's face was flushed from his efforts. Sharon's moist cunt was suddenly sprayed with a deluge of his viscous fluid. Inside her partially aroused twat, she felt the pulsating cock pay tribute to her acting.
He made one final groan of anguished pleasure. His young hips plunged his fleshy weapon into her damp scabbard. She clasped his youthful body to hers as the strong ejaculations slowly weakened.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "That was good! You're going to make a lot of women happy with that cock of yours."
Her deliberate compliment had the desired effect she wanted. It irritated Wayne. "Big fucken deal! A finger up your cunt would excite you just as much! The initiation ain't over yet!" he told them.
She suspected he was purposely prolonging this sex scene to satisfy his irritation. He had probably expected it to be a fiasco for Owen and a degrading experience for her. His plans had been frustrated. To compensate for it, he was making more demands upon them. Sharon wasn't too concerned. She had every confidence that Owen would rise to the occasion again. In more ways than one!
"What else would you like us to do?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her question. "Didn't you get your kicks watching us? Or haven't you come yet?"
Wayne's face darkened with a scowl. "You got a big fuckin' mouth! You looking for trouble?"
Sharon stared back innocently. "Why, no! Wayne! I wouldn't think of antagonizing you. It's just that I think Owen successfully completed the requirements of his initiation."
"Well, I don't!" Wayne snarled back. "I want to see him eat pussy! Yeh! That's it! I want you to suck each other off."
"You're the boss!" Sharon acknowledged. "Okay, Owen, let's satisfy Mr. Trevor's request."
Owen's face reflected angry defiance. He refrained from saying anything. Sharon was glad that he did. In spite of Wayne's arrogant manner and threatening attitude, he was still no match for Sharon. On the other hand, Wayne would eat Owen alive.
The two performers in this sexual charade were still on the bed. Sharon remained supine and Owen inverted himself on top of her. It was a little awkward for them to perform this way because of Owen's size. She suggested that they reverse positions.
Her cunt still glistened from their previous contact. She lowered her hairy pussy so that it rested against Owen's chin. In that way, he wouldn't have to raise his head. Just use his mouth and hands.
He began immediately. His fingers parted the thick lips, opening a path for his tongue. Once his oral emissary entered her cunt, Owen clasped her buttocks. Owen caressed the globes of her soft rump.
Sharon's quim started to sweat in lustful anticipation. This time, there would be no faking. She knew that Owen would be able to induce a delicious orgasm or two.
Most of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his hard-on. She supported her body with one hand while she tenderly fingered his balls with the other hand. Sharon's hand shifted under the compacted sac. Her fingers softly massaged the perineum, pausing just short of his puckered asshole.
She altered her lingual style. Her lips pressed the hard shaft just under the ribbed crown. Slowly, her tongue skimmed the rim of his cock head. It flicked across the bullet shaped tip. The oral massage changed. Her lips moved up and down in an unhurried manner, pausing constantly. Each time her mouth rested on a spot, Sharon would gently nibble on the flesh.
Owen was just as busy with his tongue and mouth. His tongue laved the dampened walls of her anxious twat. Her clitoris rested on his nose. Somehow, he managed to rub the tip of his nose over the small rigid piece of her flesh. At the same time, his tongue continued to lavish his affection upon her erogenous slit.
Most men and women enjoy having their assholes frigged by the opposite sex. Sharon was no different. She had already experienced the act. Surprisingly, it's the initial shock of the insertion that causes the involuntary jerk of the buttocks.
Owen inserted his finger into her hole. Her hips bucked in a slight jerk. Sharon felt his probing finger touching the anal muscles of the wall. It seemed as though he was on the other side of her cunt wall.
She tried to arch her hips a little so that her cunt wouldn't cover his face completely. Owen had to breathe if he was to suck her cunt effectively. Her ass wriggled as his finger continued to tease her asshole. His tongue and nose maintained its erotic tantalizing of her pussy. In response to his oral efforts, Sharon purred.
"Oooosssh!" The combined hissing and sucking sound from Sharon's lips was a mixed sound. It combined her deep sucking with her expression of ecstatic titillation. Owen's finger prodding her asshole and his sensuous sliver of flesh in her twat sustained her voluptuous excitations.
His mouth fastened tightly to her clitoris. Deeply, he sucked on her turgid clitoris. She released her oral grip on his cock. A groan of rapture rolled from her throat.
"Aawwww! Suck me, harder, harder!" she urged him.
Owen responded to her erotic demand. His cheeks became a tiny bellows moving in and out as he sucked harder. Her ass wriggled in erratic gyrations. She resumed her oral attention to his cock, heavily coated with her saliva.
Her mouth movements seemed synchronized with her wriggling hips. Sharon's ass shook in wild abandon. Her mouth rapaciously sucked Owen's dick. Both actions were designed to hurry the orgasms that would eventually erupt.
She could feel the delirium of her climax ready to pour down. It was now at the crest. She wanted to cry out with ecstatic joy. To urge Owen to keep sucking! To drain out the heavy torrent that suddenly flooded her ravished twat.
This wasn't the time! Her own sensual efforts were rewarded by Owen's seminal outpouring. His cock trembled with the pulsating discharge of the thick milky come.
Sharon kept her lips glued to his throbbing prick, eager to drink in his lovely juice. She pressed her turbulent cunt against his mouth. Owen sensed her violent orgasms. His mouth sucked deeply, suctioning her copious flow between his lips.
Their throats emitted mixed ecstatic moans. It was a duet of sexual gratification and erotic enjoyment of the come that filled their mouths.
"Ooommmm! Ummmm! Hsssssh!" Sounds of their sexual symphony filled the quiet of the room.
Even after the last throb of their mutual orgasms died out, they continued to suck each other off. Reluctantly, they parted. Sharon rolled off of Owen.
"Are you satisfied now?" Sharon asked Wayne. She attempted a tone of resentment. "I think Owen has fulfilled the requirements of your initiation."
"Yeah!" he grudgingly conceded. "You really dig fucking around with kids, don't you?"
Sharon's face flushed. "We're not here to discuss my sexual inclinations. Now that we've satisfied your perverted desires, I think we ought to call it a night!"
Wayne leered at her! "It's over for Owen tonight! He passed his test! But I want you to stay around a little while longer." He opened his fly and took out his stiff cock.
"I don't intend to jerk myself off after watching you two enjoy yourselves fucking," Wayne said. "You and I are going to ball a little."
"That's enough of your shit!" Owen spoke up. Sharon was surprised at his outburst. She thought it was cute of him to defend her. However, his defiant action could result in severe repercussions with someone with Wayne's temperament.
"That's all right, Owen!" she injected. "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. You go back to the house. Besides, I want to see if Mr. Trevors can do as well as you in exciting me.
"Evidently, he thinks he can do as well in bed as on a football field! There's a big difference! In bed, he's on his own. He doesn't have ten other men helping him!" she taunted.
Owen wisely turned away to smile as he dressed. Sharon saw his grin. It was just as well that Wayne didn't see him. He would have vent his rage upon Owen. She wanted to keep Wayne mad at her. His rage would affect his sexual prowess. That was what she wanted to accomplish.
His sustained anger would keep him off balance. She was hoping it would shorten her stay with him. She had enjoyed her session with Owen in spite of being observed. It had been a long evening. Sharon wanted to limit her time with Wayne.
Keeping him sexually inefficient might accomplish her aim. Owen, dressed, winked at her as he passed by. "Are you sure everything is okay?" he asked.
Sharon nodded. "Don't worry! You go to bed." She turned back to Wayne. "Is this going to be a quickie or do you intend to take off your clothes? If I'm going to take care of a prick, I want to know how!" She held up her hand in protest. "No personal offense intended. I was referring to your sex piece, not my opinion of you."
He stood there with his clothes on, his exposed cock still erect. "Get down on your knees and start sucking me off!" he demanded.
She smiled to herself. It was going to be a quickie!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sharon's encounter with Wayne on Tuesday had repercussions on Wednesday. It wasn't an open type of polarization! It was a quiet type of rebellion, like an unusual amount of students with unprepared lessons, or a lack of response to her questions. There was also more conversation in her classes.
Wayne obviously lifted the restrictions. Fortunately, it didn't reach the proportions Sharon experienced her first day. She wondered whether he did it out of spite. He had been put down the other night in front of a newly initiated member of his fraternity. She had also scarred his ego when they were alone.
She looked up at him several times during the class. His eyes mocked her. A sardonic smirk twisted his lips. There was no doubt in her mind that he was behind this minor insurrection.
Fortunately, it wasn't too much out of hand. It was still at the mischievous stage. She couldn't give Wayne the satisfaction that he was getting to her. Sharon tried to keep her poise. Fuck them! she thought! Her vulgar thought surprised her. Aside from her wanton obscene exclamations and thoughts during sexual encounters, she never resorted to such vulgar euphuisms.
The situation continued in her other classes. She didn't think she could endure it for the rest of the term. Especially if it worsened. In the midst of her problem, she thought of Duke Duncan.
He had already tendered his resignation. The word was out around the school. Colden Academy's football success was also due to a clever coach. If he offered her to come along with him, she was ready to accept. The hell with the kids and school! Except for a few boys and girls, these kids were insufferable and spoiled.
She was walking out of her classroom at two when Wayne stopped her. "I have to get to football practice early today," he said. "We're going to meet the new coach. Tonight, I want you over at the frat house!"
He didn't wait for an answer. There was no mistaking the implication of his demand. Sharon knew that if she didn't show up that evening, she would lose complete control of her classes.
That day's demonstration in her classes had been used as a gentle hint. Wayne's demand was his ultimatum! Either show up or else! She toyed with the idea of not showing up. Maybe, she would look up Duncan! Ask him if his offer was still open! Sharon rejected that thought. No! That wasn't the right thing to do.
It was the first of October. She couldn't believe that she had been teaching for almost three weeks. Her days were full and the time had passed quickly.
The weather was cool. Not raw like the wintry New England weather. Somewhere between a choice between a winter coat or light topcoat. Sharon wore a light sweater suit under her top coat. She shivered but not from the weather. Her plan to seduce Wayne and keep him under control had backfired. The brief date with Duncan and her sexual alliance with Owen were the only redeeming facets of her association with the school.
There was something in the attitudes of the other instructors at the school. They weren't overly friendly. Oh, they exchanged social amenities! They also smiled once in a while. In the main, the faculty appeared more like reform school guards. Their time seemed to be more occupied with keeping the classes under control than teaching them.
This was the first time, Sharon really examined her presence at Colden objectively. She was skating dangerously on thin ice. Her sexual exploits left her subject to criminal charges. The relationship with Wayne was a lost cause. So what the hell am I doing here, she asked herself!
What the hell was that part from Shakespeare? It was from Hamlet. Polinius' advice to Laertes! "Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear it that the opposed may beware of thee."
That's what she would do! She resolved to stick things out. Sharon wouldn't let Wayne get the better of her! Her objective thinking shifted. It was now a matter of ego! Hers against her antagonist, Wayne! Her pride wouldn't allow her to be beaten by this conceited little bastard!
As she walked to her car, she met Duncan. "How's about a date tonight?" he offered. "I only have a few more days. I'll be leaving Saturday morning."
"I'd love to Duke," she answered sincerely. "I'm sorry but I have something else doing tonight." She smiled. "But I'd love to take a rain-check on that offer for Thursday or Friday night. Okay?"
She saw his look of disappointment. "I've got some loose ends to tie up those nights. If I can break away, will you accept a date on short notice?"
"Sure!" she said. "Just in case, I don't get a chance, lots of luck!"
Driving back to her house, Sharon mentally kicked herself for turning down his offer. It was a golden opportunity to lend impetus to her own resignation from Colden. She was certain Duke would ask her to leave with him. She sighed resignedly. There was no point in crying over spilt milk!
Her determination to see this matter through was a suicide mission. She seemed bent on self-destruction. Somewhere down the line, she would collide with Wayne. It could possibly ruin her career. In doing so, she would take Wayne with her. Her vindictive thoughts bothered her.
She wasn't normally like this. Her association with Wayne was driving her to this state of mind. Sharon suddenly realized that she wasn't going to destroy Wayne. Rather, he was doing it to her. She was more determined to see him that night. Once and for all, this matter had to come to a head!
When she was ushered into the living room of the frat house, Sharon didn't expect to see the group waiting for her. From the looks of the boys, it appeared that half the football team was present. She counted eight boys including Wayne.
She could feel the growing panic within her. Their lewd lustful glances warned her of what was in store for her.
"Well, I'm here!" she said. Her voice had an inflection of annoyance in it. Inwardly, she was quaking, fearful of Wayne's intentions.
"I was telling the boys what a good piece of ass you were," he answered. "I told them that you loved to fuck around with us kids. And a couple of us figured that the least we could do for you is to let you fuck us. After all, you're our favorite teacher! We oughta do something to show our appreciation. Right, fellers?"
There was a murmur of approval. Her face swung in a slow semi-circle, studying their grinning faces.
She drew herself up proudly. "I wouldn't lend respectability to such a disgusting suggestion. I don't know what kind of lies you have been telling these boys. I demand an apology for your vulgar and filthy accusations.
After that, I am going out to report your conduct to the dean." Sharon tried to create the impression of being extremely irate.
"Go ahead!" Wayne told her. "When the dean gets us down to the office, we'll all swear that you seduced us. That ought to be a lot of fun!"
Her face flushed with anger! "Why you little bastard! Do you think you could get away with a lie like that?"
His grin taunted her. "Try us and see! By the way, we could swear that you used dirty language. That wouldn't be a lie! You just called me a bastard!"
The group laughed derisively. There were comments of "Yen, yeh! Right on! Miss Brookes uses dirty words!"
No woman in her right mind would allow such a situation to happen. Sharon was not an ordinary woman. For years, she craved young cocks. There were eight young eager boys here! Suddenly, she was seized with the desire to fuck them all. She couldn't appear too anxious to take them on. It had to appear as though she was coerced into degrading herself.
Sharon continued her pretense of being forced into a compromising position. She felt the old lascivious churnings fermenting within her. The carnal shivers flashed along her spine.
"Just suppose...." she began, "just suppose I agree to entertain the boys. How do I know you all can be trusted to keep the incident secret! After all, you promised to keep the matter secret, Wayne. You broke your word.
"I don't think anyone of us wants the notoriety of this matter becoming known."
They all nodded in agreement. "Well!" she said in mild impatience. "What guarantee do I have that what happens here tonight will go no further."
Wayne grinned malevolently. "The reason no one is going to talk is 'cause we're going to initiate you into our fraternity. Once you're a member, no one talks. Right, fellers?"
They all nodded in animated agreement, grinning at the idea.
Sharon contemplated the invitation. She wondered how severe the initiation would be. "What will I have to do?" she asked.
"We'll tell you what to do," Wayne answered. "Are you going to be initiated or not?"
She paused, giving the matter much deliberation. With a determined nod of her head, she replied, "All right!"
The group cheered, whistled, and clapped their hands in approval.
Their noisy demonstration excited her. Her conscience was warning her not to indulge in this orgy. Sharon's licentious inclination pushed back the keeper of her moral integrity.
She watched the boys quickly strip down. One of them went to lock the door. The sight of the different sized cocks aroused her sensual desires. A few of the boys started to play with their dicks in anticipation of the treat in store for them.
"Let's make this like a real stag!" Wayne announced. "Take your clothes off and make it sexy!" he ordered.
His demand increased the exhilaration coursing through her. She could see the boys' rapt attention as she begun to slowly disrobe. She removed her skirt first slowly. Underneath, she wore a half slip which she took off by gradually pulling it down. Her trunk was covered with a pantyhose.
Sharon had a blouse on. With intentional deliberation, she unbuttoned each fastening. The boys watched her disrobing with lustful shining eyes. Her hands reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Leaning slightly forward, she removed the bra, letting her full bowl-shaped breasts dangle before their eyes.
Her shoulders shrugged slightly. The twin pink-tipped mounds swung back and forth. Their intense attention centered on her striptease filled the room with silence. A silence that was broken by their heavy breathing.
She reached into the waistband of her pantyhose. The panty portion of the apparel slipped partially over the hips. There was a pause as Sharon exposed the hairy bush between her thighs. She held this pose briefly, then continued with the complete removal.
Standing before them in her nakedness, she was undecided as to her next move. With wanton purpose, Sharon moved her hands up to her tits. She cupped the full breasts, caressing them provocatively. Proffering their succulent shapes to them.
Her hands moved down along her tapered body, down to her flared hips. As though guided by some magnetic pull, her hands slid towards the hairy pudenda. Her legs were slightly parted and bent at the knees. She reached for the thick outer cunt lips and drew them aside. The boys stared fascinated at the reddened flesh of her quim. The glistening flesh of a cunt as eager to taste their cocks as they were anxious to savor her erogenous pussy.
She stuck a finger into her twat, slowly rubbing it in and out. Her mouth issued little murmurs to increase their libidinous eagerness. "Mmmmmmm!" she murmured.
by now, all the cocks in the room were standing in silent salute to her erotic encouragement. Any minute, Sharon expected one of them to come. Even without the benefit of actual contact!
"Who's first?" she queried in a husky sexy voice.
"We gotta hurry up this initiation," Wayne said. "We're gonna do this in pairs. Two at a time!" he declared. He pointed to one of the boys. "You and me first! I want to fuck her in the ass. That leaves a blow-job for you or you can fuck her in the cunt."
His method of disposing of her sexual favors excited her. It was going to be a gang-bang! Two at a time! Sharon felt the lubricating juices moistening her anxious cunt. If this episode resulted in her dismissal from the Academy, at least, it would be a moment to remember. Two at a time! The thought increased the lascivious passions that now possessed her.
"I'll take the blow-job!" the other boy requested.
Wayne suddenly became a master of ceremonies. He directed the boy to stretch out on the couch. Sharon was to bend over his eager cock. Wayne would attack her from the rear.
"You better get some lubricant for my backside," Sharon advised Wayne, "or you'll never get in."
"Don't worry!" he snapped back. "I know what to do."
She looked at the boy whose prick was waiting for its oral embrace. His eyes shone with sensual luster. Wayne had disappeared briefly. Sharon's mouth absorbed the thick stubby prong. The sooner she disposed of the group, the faster this ugly matter would be finished. Not that she wasn't enjoying the role she was playing! She was certain that Wayne had other plans for her after she serviced the group.
Impatient hands grasped the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and parted them. She felt the tip of his prick pass by the flesh on its way to her bung-hole. His cock crown struck the sphincter of her ass. He grasped her hip with one hand for purchase while his other hand attempted to stuff his rod up her hole.
He was grunting a little from the effort. The ass muscles resisted briefly. Gradually, the puckered flesh gave way to the insistent battering ram. Wayne's dick gained entrance to her ass. Both of his hands gripped Sharon's hips now.
"Huhnrr!" he grunted as he exerted more effort. She felt his thick cock forcing itself fully into her anal sheath. His pubic hairs rested against her buttocks that sandwiched his fevered prick.
This was Sharon's first encounter with two boys at the same time. Her body quivered with ecstatic excitement as Wayne ravished her asshole. She clasped the root of the cock imbedded in her mouth. Quickly, she jerked him off while her tongue made half-hearted licks on the orally enveloped shaft.
It didn't take her long to attain the desired effect. The boy started to fuck her mouth. His hips pumped quickly. A deep groan rumbled in his throat. "Ohhhhrrrrr!" His anguished cry seemed to trigger the erogenous mechanism that sent his hot come into her mouth.
Sharon's fist pumped rapidly. She held his erupting cock with her fingers pressed firmly against the shaft. Her mouth was still fastened over the cockhead. The fingers milked out the remaining drops of orgasmic tribute.
Her concentration on the cock-sucking didn't detract from her awareness of the prick that shuttled in and out of her ass. She could feel Wayne's impacted dick fucking away. He fucked her ass violently. His hips rocked back and forth in a frantic velocity that propelled his balls against her thighs. The force of his movements kept his balls swinging, striking her thighs.
The combination of flailing balls and his thrusting cock sent lustful shivers up and down her spine. Sharon wanted someone to work on her cunt. It tingled at this sensual stimulation, leaving her cunt unsatisfied. If only someone would fuck her snatch or rub her clitoris. She could enjoy the ecstatic orgasms her libidinous inclinations craved.
Wayne was making animal-like grunts as his fucking tempo increased. She felt his cock digging deep into her anal canal. He made one final thrust, pulling her hips towards his burrowing prick. "AWWwrrr!" he growled as he held her buttocks firmly welded to his groin. Sharon's ass was filled with Wayne's viscous discharge. The sticky fluid temporarily kept his cock from leaving its sanctuary.
The tight muscles of her rectum reluctantly relinquished its hold on Wayne's shriveling prong.
The two boys that Sharon serviced were very vocal in their admiration of her sexual attributes. Wayne designated a second team to take her on. She was surprised that they also chose the same method of sexual contact. A little argument ensued over which boy would fuck her ass. Wayne settled the discussion by flipping a coin. The winner had the pleasure of enjoying her ass.
It became mechanical with Sharon. Their sexual congress with her wore off some of the luster she felt. There was no variation to the act. It was a repetition of the previous episode.
She sucked off the second boy with less effort. He was so hot that he came at the first caress of her tongue. The kid up her hole shot his load a few seconds later.
When the third team expressed a desire to continue this same type of attack, she protested in exasperation.
"Don't you kids have any imagination? I'm getting tired of leaning over." She clasped her cunt and proffered it to them. "Honest, there are no teeth in my cunt. I won't bite your peters off," she told them.
"Look! We're giving the initiation!" Wayne told her. "If the guys want to screw you any way they want to, then you have to do it!"
"Okay!" she sighed in tired resignation. "Send in the third team!" The two boys and Sharon repeated the same boring routine. At the rate this evening was turning out, Sharon had the feeling that her lust for young boys would dissipate! These stupid studs had a poor concept of originality, she thought. Or maybe their choice was influenced by the reactions of the first duo!
In any event, the third crew finished satisfying their sexual appetites. Sharon turned to the last two boys. "Which one of you wants to be blowed? Or are you going to toss a coin?"
She glanced at her watch. She was surprised that she had dispatched the three groups in a little over a half an hour. Sharon wondered whether a prostitute could equal that many contacts in the same time span. Perhaps her sexual record might make Guinness' Record Book. By this time, the last two should pop their nuts by just looking at her!
Sharon was surprised that one of the boys desired her cunt while the other wanted a blow job! She was grateful for the respite. At least she would have the opportunity to stretch out. Even the floor would be welcomed!
The boy who chose her cunt was taller and heavier than Wayne. From the looks of his prick, he seemed more developed than the others. Considerately, he threw two couch cushions onto the floor. One for her head, the other, to place under her hips.
She began to tingle with the return of a voluptuous sensuality. A feeling that was induced by the impending change in the sex pattern she had experienced. Soon, a gorgeous prick would snuggle between her pussy's hungry lips! The anticipation of such a contact renewed the ecstatic delirium that permeated her body whenever her cunt was ravaged.
Sharon positioned herself comfortably on the cushions. A small sigh of welcomed rest was exhaled. This part of the so-called initiation had some redeeming features.
Above her head, the boy who wanted his cock sucked crouched with his balls resting on her chin. She shifted him a little. Her hands moved him back a little so that there would be little effort on her part to eat him. Otherwise, she would have to raise her head. This would be uncomfortable for her. At this stage, Sharon wanted to enjoy herself as much comfort as possible.
Her cunt vibrated to the touch of the boy who chose to fuck her twat. He had style! More than she could say for the others! His hand explored the erotic snatch. Sharon trembled at his tactile search. He jammed a finger into her moist hole and frigged her, quim.
The finger was deep in the throat of her cuntal mouth. Slowly, he brought the finger out, maintaining contact with the flesh. He moved upwards towards the eagerly awaiting clitoris. She felt a delicious prickling sensation as his thumb and forefinger rubbed the small turgid piece of her clitty.
Silently, she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me! Stick that lovely cock into my cunt!" Sharon was hoping that her mental urgings would be heard. She wanted to have his phallus impaled within her anxious cunt.
Instead, she received a demand from the boy crouched above her to start sucking his prick. Sharon tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth. The faster she got rid of him, the better she could enjoy the teasing of her pussy.
It was difficult to pay attention to sucking the kid off. The hand on her cunt was making her snatch ache with passionate longings. Sharon managed to induce the orgasmic ejaculation of the orally imbedded prick. The boy stood up. She was now free to devote her concentration to the rapturous emanations that flowed from her tantalized quim.
The sturdy stud shoved his cock into her pussy. She groaned in ecstatic bliss at the carnal contact.
"Ohhhmmm!" She rolled her tongue over her lips to heighten the voluptuous taste of the cock that quivered in her twat.
The rhythmic pistoning began. His cock moved in and out. His penile mobility was unhurried as it probed salaciously in her throbbing hole.
This kid knew what that thing was between his legs and how to use it! Sharon knew that he wasn't going to come quickly. She was glad that he was the last one to fuck her. It was a wonderful way to finish the evening.
He had style! For a seventeen year old kid, or close to it, he was quite a cocksman! As his plummeting rod descended into her cuntal shaft, he grounded his hips. This created a twisting motion that stirred up intense sensual vibrations. In response to his slowly writhing crotch, Sharon answered him with sensuous gyrations of her pelvis.
She looked up at him to see his grinning face peering down at her. His eyes appeared to be taunting her. "You're good!" she told him, hoping her compliment would inspire him further.
"You like it, huh?" he answered. "Beg for more, honey! Let me hear you beg!" He taunted with his cruel jibe.
Sharon realized that he was humiliating her. She didn't care. She was in the throes of erotic delight. A ripple of tantalizing pleasure rolled along the walls of her vagina. The ripples widened spreading upward through her stomach.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, urgent, as she implored him.
"Louder!" he demanded.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Her voice rose. "Let me have that lovely prick."
His cadence increased. She felt his pelvis striking her hips as he moved his cock faster and harder into her fermenting snatch. Inside her venereal labyrinth, Sharon felt the incandescent glow increasing.
Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. "Uhhrrrr, Uhhrrrr!" her grunts quivered from her lips. "Oooooo! That's good, that's good!" her voice excitedly announced.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Faster, faster! Mmmmmmmm! That's it, that's it! Uh! Uh! Ahhrrgg!" The last sound was a growl of ecstatic bliss.
A forceful spray of male come mixed with the deluge foaming in Sharon's cunt. The hard short bursts of jism struck the sensitive walls of her snatch. She felt the staccato throbbing in her cunt as convulsions of sexual pleasure shook her body.
He lay on top of her in triumphant exhaustion. His body was heavy. She didn't mind the weight. Every nerve in her tingled and she savored the exquisite thrills of her multiple orgasms.
"Okay, okay!" Wayne announced in irritated impatience. "We still have more of the initiation. Let's stop wasting time."
Sharon suspected his annoyance was due to his inability to sexually satisfy her as well as the boy who had just serviced her. She wondered whether the rest of the initiation would be sexual or physical. The boy on top of her stood up.
"That's a real piece of ass!" he announced admiringly.
"That's right!" Wayne agreed. "And we're all going to get a whack at it. Get up!" he ordered her.
She stood up. "Get over to that table!" he told her.
There was a large mahogany table on the other side of the room. As she walked towards it, Wayne and three other boys escorted her.
Apprehension became a tight little ball that rolled, around in her stomach. At that moment, she decided to call a halt to their entertainment. As she started to turn and protest, the boys grabbed her.
Forcefully, they dragged her to the table. Sharon was bodily lifted and tossed onto the table.
"No, no!" she protested loudly. "Stop, stop!"
They ignored her cries. Her body was fastened spread-eagled on the table. The boys used heavy cord to tie her limbs. As she struggled, the bonds cut into her wrists and ankles.
"Get the paddles!" Wayne ordered.
Gleeful shouts answered his call. Seven bare-assed boys scattered merrily to bring back their weapons. Sharon realized that they were going to assault her ass physically. She had already seen their handiwork on Owen's ass.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me! I'll do anything you want!" Her offer was made in desperation. "Only, don't hurt me!"
She was on the verge of hysteria. The boys stood around her, swinging their paddles. Their faces were split with malevolent leers. Tears tumbled down her cheeks as she begged them to let her go.
Wayne rested the flat blade of wood against her buttocks. Her body trembled at the contact. He was cruelly teasing her. Deep sobs shook her frame while she continued to beg for release.
"Yell, all you want, bitch!" Wayne snarled. "No one will hear you. You've been putting me down all the time. Now, it's my turn. Say your prayers, Miss Brookes. We're going to beat your ass off!"
She felt the paddle leave her ass. Her body tensed in anticipation of the blow. "Whack!"
The sound of the paddle striking her fleshy buttocks filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in pain. "YOWCH!"
The excruciating pain of that first blow tore that anguished cry from her throat. It seemed that her ass was on fire. The second blow ripped another cry of suffering from her. Her entire body was twisted from the agonizing conflagration that consumed her buttocks.
"WHACK! WHACK!" The paddle struck two more times. Her body writhed in pain. She was hysterical. Disoriented phrases poured from her lips.
"No, NO! Stop! You mustn't! It's no good! I'm dying! You're killing me! The pain, the pain! Save me, save me! I won't do it anymore! I'm leaving! Fuck me, fuck me! Let me suck you off! You're crazy, you're crazy! I'm crazy! No more, no more!"
Wayne struck her a half a dozen times. Each blow viciously delivered was a branding iron applied to her ass. Sharon thought she could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating over her shoulders.
A second boy took his place to deliver his punishing paddle against her ass. Through the cacophony of her cries, the noise of the paddle, and the group's raucous comments, came another sound. Someone was banging on the door!
There were shouts with the banging! In Sharon's tortured condition, she couldn't distinguish the words.
Someone was demanding entrance! There was an angry urgency in the demand! The paddling stopped.
"That's the Duke!" one of the boys said. There was panic in his voice. "What are we going to do?"
"Shut up!" Wayne snapped. "Let me think!" The pounding at the door stopped. It sounded as though the door was being broken down.
"Cut her loose, grab her clothes, and dump her out of here!" Wayne ordered. Too late! The door tore open with a loud splintering of wood.
Duncan and Owen charged into the room. Fury twisted the coach's face. He handed a pocketknife to Owen. "Cut Miss Brookes loose!"
Duncan grabbed the paddle out of the hands of the youth standing in back of Sharon. He swung it sharply against the buttocks of the boy. The boy cried out in pain.
Duncan turned to Wayne. "You dirty little bastard!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to break your fuckin' head!" Duncan threatened.
He swung the paddle at Wayne's head. The boy reacted with the trained reflexes of an athlete. Wayne moved his paddle in the path of the flailing wood in Duncan's hand. The force of Duke's ferocious swing knocked the paddle free from Wayne's hand.
Wayne backed away from the avenging Duncan. "Don't ... don't touch me! You can get into big trouble!" he warned Duncan. The threat was a desperate attempt to prevent Duncan from injuring him. Duncan followed him, menacing him with the paddle.
"You dirty little bastard!" Duncan uttered the words with venom. "You're pretty fuckin' tough when you have your victim all tied up. Or you're bullying some little kid! Let's show everybody that you have no balls when the odds are a little even."
Wayne continued to back up, shaking his hand at Duncan. Fear reflected in his voice. "Shit, man! The odds ain't even! You're older and bigger than me! Do you think I'm out of my skull to take you on?"
by this time, Owen had freed Sharon. Tenderly, he helped her off the table. "Don't worry, Miss Brookes," he assured her, "everything is all right now."
She stood by the table, her legs shaking. She felt thoroughly degraded by this episode. Her imprudent involvement in this episode had brought disgrace and humiliation to her.
Her legs trembled from the pain and trussed up position she had been in. While she held onto the table for support, Owen picked up her clothes. Painfully and with effort, she dressed as best as she could. , She watched the tableau of Duncan stalking Wayne in an attempt to lay his hands on the boy. "Let him go!" she said weakly. Sharon didn't want Duncan to get into trouble. Duncan's violent wrath would only destroy his new career. It was bad enough that her career was at an end. Why have others unnecessarily involved!
Duncan's opportune rescue had earned her grateful thanks. All she wanted was to get out of this nightmare! Sharon was hoping it was really a hellish nightmare! That the incident never happened! Unfortunately, it did! The severe pain that wracked her body attested to the fact it was real.
Leaning on Owen for support, Sharon shuffled towards the door. "Please, Duke, I want to get out of here. Leave him alone and take me home," she said tiredly.
"We're not finished yet!" Duncan said, waving the paddle at Wayne. "When I get back here later, your ass better be out of here." He flung the paddle viciously at Wayne.
Wayne ducked and fled away. Duncan hurried to Sharon. "You're either the stupidest broad I ever met or the sexiest! I haven't made up my mind yet. How do you feel?" he asked concernedly. She nodded weakly.
"What the hell ever possessed you to get involved like this?" he asked. "This was the big date you had tonight!" his sarcastic comment reflected his annoyance. "If you had gone out with me, you wouldn't be in this mess now!"
"Please, Duke, no sermons! I'm tired, hurt, humiliated, and who knows what else! Just get me home and forget about me!" Sharon said.
"I can't! Do you know that in some cultures when you are rescued, you owe your life to that person! I should have been more persistent with you," he chided himself. "If I had, you wouldn't be in this mess now."
"What's going to happen to me?" Sharon asked. "Do you think they'll add criminal charges in addition to throwing me out? You know, corrupting the morals of minors!"
"Don't worry, Sharon! I still have a lot of clout around here. I don't think you'll have too much flak," he told her.
"Thanks, Duke!" she told him. "I appreciate all that you have done for me."
They reached the car. Sharon found it difficult to sit down, Duke suggested that she kneel on the seat. She turned around, her knees resting on the seat cushion. Her hands were on the back rest of the car. Her eyes met Owen's concerned look as he sat in the back.
"Don't thank me," Duke said. "The hero of this little episode is Owen. He heard about Wayne's plan. We would have been there sooner. Unfortunately, Owen couldn't find me in time for us to arrive earlier."
She nodded towards the boy. "That was a wonderful thing you did, Owen. You're going to be in some trouble now with the boys. I'm grateful to you also."
Duncan drove the car slowly to insure a comfortable ride for Sharon. "Don't worry about Owen! When this is all over, there's going to be a lot of changes around here. There won't be any kind of retaliation against him for his intervention."
They drove up to the doctor's cottage. Sharon was helped into the office. Duncan explained the situation to the doctor. The medico listened to their story.
"Seems to be an epidemic around here," he dryly commented. "We don't need a G.P. here. At the rate we're going, we may have to hire a proctologist." He ushered Sharon towards his examination room. "I know, I know!" he said in anticipation. "I'm not to report this to anyone. It's a damn good thing these aren't gunshot wounds. I'd be in a helluva fix. "All right, Sharon, let's see what we can do for you! If you'll pardon the vulgarity, let's see if we can fix your ass after someone fixed it for you!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The doctor told Sharon that she was lucky. Her ass had been abused. Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as the beating that Owen had absorbed. He gave her a shot to ease the pain and applied an unguent to her bruised buttocks.
He prescribed the same treatment of compresses and ointment that Owen had. They came out of the examining room.
"What's the verdict, doc?" Duncan asked.
"She'll live! Nothing too serious. In fact, she should be as good as new within a day or so. Lucky, you got to her in time. By the way, what's the team's chances without Trevors?" he asked.
"Thanks for your help, Doc," Duncan answered. "Oh, I guess the team will manage without Trevors! Personally, I don't give a damn anymore! All hell's going to break loose tomorrow. Remember, you don't know a thing!"
"Okay!" the medico agreed, "but you owe me a favor."
"Name it! It's yours if I can swing it," Duncan agreed.
"If that pro team of yours ever gets into a play-off, you owe me a pair of tickets to the game," the doctor requested.
"It's a deal!" Duncan answered.
When they got back to the house, Duncan sent Owen to his room. He stepped into Sharon's room.
"Thanks, Duke, for everything!" she said. "Good night!"
He remained in the room, his eyes made a search of the room. "So this is where you live! Not bad!" He ignored her remark.
"Yes, this is my room. I said good night. Aren't you leaving?" she asked.
Duncan shook his head. "Uh-uh! I've got nothing to do. I'm going to stay here and protect you and take care of your treatment." He gave her a friendly grin.
"But you can't stay in my room overnight! What will the administration say?" she protested weakly.
"Screw the administration!" he replied. "After tomorrow, you'll be relieved of all duties. Besides, you'll be leaving. In addition, you're a marked woman right now!"
She giggled. "In more ways than one!" She moved towards him. "I haven't rewarded my hero yet."
"What I have in mind for a reward, you're in no condition now to bestow on me. I'll take a rain-check on it," he said.
"No more rain checks!" she answered. "If I can't go all the way, at least let me try to go part of the way."
Sharon reached out and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips sealed in a tender kiss. She opened her mouth to dispatch her tongue into his mouth. It collided gently against Duncan's waiting tongue. The two oral appendages entwined in a lingual embrace. Their lips sealed together as they passionately exchanged kisses.
Duncan held his arms around the middle of her back. She pressed her pelvis into his crotch. The erogenous bulge was present. Her ass felt a slight twinge of pain as her buttocks flexed from the thrust of her hips.
She guided him back toward the door, their mouths still welded together. Reaching out, she snapped off the light. Her hand slid to the zipper on his fly. She inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. Her fingers closed over his hard-on. A tremor swept through her. In seconds, his cock was freed from its confining space.
Her fingers examined the full hardness of his large prick, as Duncan felt her hands unfastening his trousers. His pants, loosened, drop around his ankles. Sharon grabbed the elastic band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down over his hips.
He drew his mouth away from hers. "Now what?" he asked.
Sharon's cool hands swept over his hips. "Just this!" she answered as she sank to the floor. Her hands continued to glide over his flanks, feeling the strength in his thighs. All she was interested in was in pleasing him. Satisfying part of the desires burning within his loins!
One of her hands curled around his shaft. Lambently, her fingers rolled his thick cock in circular up and down motions. His balls were cupped in the palm of her other hand. She hefted the weight of his stones. He was well hung. She slipped her palm past his balls and massaged his perineum. Her fingers slipped caressingly into the crack of his ass.
Sharon drew his cock to her mouth. She pursed her lips and slowly vacuumed his prick into her oral cavity. The lips closed about the cockhead. Her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned in his rigid rod. Duke's cock disappeared inch by inch. Soon she had half of his cock imbedded in her mouth.
She held his prick captive with her lips. Her tongue rolled around the corona of his shaft. His hands reached for her head as he pushed his hips forward. Duncan's knees bent slightly. A low moan of pleasure reached Sharon's ears. She thrilled to the fact that her mouth was creating sensuous rumblings in him.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned in response to Duncan's moans. Her tongue continued to dance around his fleshy maypole. She absorbed as much of his dick as she could. She lavished his cock with loving saliva as her tongue lapped over his hard flesh.
Duncan pumped his hips, fucking her oral cunt. Her hands clasped his buttocks bringing his crotch closer to her face. His pelvis gyrated in erotic approval of her lingual efforts. She sensed the oncoming orgasm as his groans and thrusts became more intense.
The thick come caught her by surprise. She was guided by her experience with the young boys. Their loads weren't as copious and thick as Duncan's. For a moment, Sharon thought she might gag. Her practiced mouth soon controlled the flow of his jism as she swallowed his sweet cum. As though on cue, both uttered ecstatic moans of bliss. Both enjoyed the thrilling culmination of the act.
Reluctantly, her lips surrendered the shrinking cock. He gazed down at Sharon in the dark and whispered, "That was the best I ever had."
"Best what?" she teased. "Go ahead and say it. Nothing you can say will offend me. Not after tonight!"
"That was the best blow-job. Honest!" he said.
"It really wasn't that good," she contradicted him. "I can do better if it wasn't for my poor ass."
"Which reminds me," he replied. "I think we ought to give you a treatment." Duncan reached behind him and switched on the lights. They closed their eyes briefly at the sudden light. She squinted at him. Their eyes soon adjusted to the change.
"You get the compresses while I undress," she told him.
Duncan returned and applied the wet cloth to her buttocks. As she lay there, he slipped his hand between her thighs. His fingers caught the hairy patch, and passed inside the thick lips hidden by the bush. Sharon wriggled her hips slightly.
"Oooo! That's nice! But don't start anything you can't finish. Right now, I don't think I'm in any condition to enjoy whatever you're going to do," she told him. "Every time I move my hips, it shakes my ass. And when I shake my ass, that's when it hurts."
"Don't worry, I won't excite you. I just want to feel your cunt," Duncan said. "It's so nice and warm. I bet we fit together real nice when the time comes," he mused.
"If you don't take your finger out now, it'll be my time to come," she laughed. "There's nothing more I would enjoy right now than having your finger frig my hole. I'd settle for that in place of a good fuck! But if you started to move that finger around, I'd get good and hot."
"Well, at least I get to feel your ass when I put on that cream. Where the hell is it?" he asked.
"In my pocketbook. Over on the chair."
He got up and brought her the purse. She opened it and handed him the ointment. Gently, he applied the unguent to her buttocks. Sharon winced at the touch because of the slight pain, but his soothing fingers erased the ache and replaced it with a lascivious thrill. She was happy that he was still interested in her in spite of all that happened.
"Duke!" she said, her thoughts contemplating their association. He answered with a questioning "yes?"
"Do you really think we're compatible? I mean, you've only known me for about a month! We've only been out a couple of times together. How do you know we're right for each other?" she asked.
"Do you think we're right for each other?" he parried her question by asking her one.
"That's not fair! I asked you first!" she pretended to pout. "By now you know I'm no virgin! I'm a female lecher. I haven't a redeeming feature that you could admire."
"Now, you're deprecating yourself!" he chided her. "First of all, I'm not interested in virgins. Too much trouble breaking one in. Secondly, I don't mind having a female lecher just so long as I'm the only one she letches.
"And last of all, you're a good looking girl and smart. That's a good combination for the mother of my kids. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. "You've made me very happy. Do you think you'll have much trouble with the school's administration tomorrow?"
"Christ! You worry a lot! How come you didn't worry when you got yourself into this mess?" he asked.
"That's a low blow!" she admonished him. "I thought you said you didn't mind me being a lecher!"
"So I did! Don't worry! Tomorrow, I'll straighten out this whole mess. I'll tender your resignation for you. Then I'll get you a ticket on my flight Saturday. You'll love California! Once I get squared away, I'm going to make an honest woman out of you. I'm going to marry you," he told her.
Sharon twisted her body slightly, holding out her arms. "Come here, you big jock! I want to kiss you!"
He moved to the head of the bed and she threw her arms about his neck. Duncan's mouth was smothered with her kisses. She was elated by this turn of events. He had saved her life from becoming a shambles. Sharon never expected this to happen.
It was a wonderful dream come true. In retrospect, she couldn't understand why this hadn't happened sooner to her. Maybe, she never met Mr. Right Guy! No matter! Duke Duncan was Mr. Right Guy as far as she was concerned.
The prospect of going out to California and becoming Mrs. Duncan excited her.
He unfastened her arms from his neck. "Where's the key to lock the door?" he asked.
A puzzled look crossed her face. "It's on the dresser. Why?"
"I'm going out to get us a pizza. I want to make sure that no one comes in with you in that state," he answered. "I'd be very upset if something else happened to you."
"You'd be upset? How the hell do you think I'd feel?" she asked.
"You'd love it, you lecherous wench!" he said.
Duncan laughed as she awkwardly threw her pillow at him. He went out the door and locked it. She got up to retrieve the pillow. Pausing in front of a mirror over her dresser, she turned her back and tried to look at her bruised ass. It was a helluva lot worse than the first time Wayne worked her ass over.
That sonovabitch! she thought. She wished she had the chance to work his ass over. After she got through with him, he wouldn't have an ass to sit on!
CHAPTER NINE
On Thursday, Sharon's ass still tingled. It wasn't too bad, though. The doctor had been right in his prognosis. In another day or so, she could sit again. She found it inconvenient going to the bathroom, for the seat had to be raised while she squatted over the bowl.
She lounged around the room, lying on her stomach. The TV had been shifted to accommodate her prone position. It was a gloomy day and raining. Rain always seemed depressing to her.
Sharon was glad she didn't have to go out. From time to time, Duncan would stop in to check on her and take care of her treatment. In answer to her queries about her resignation and the incident of the night before, Duncan told her he was still working it out. He seemed to be evading her questions. That added to her low state of mind.
In order to break the monotony, Sharon paced the floor. It only added to her boredom. By two o'clock in the afternoon, she knew every foot of her 12 x 12 foot room. She crumpled the empty package of cigarettes after extracting the last one. The ashtray overflowed with partially smoked butts.
Picking up the phone, she tried to locate Duke. He was in conference! She left a message for him to call her.
Even caged animals had their tedium interrupted with people staring at them. There was no communication but at least they saw people. If only someone would come and stare at her! At least she could communicate with them. There was no one to talk to unless she talked back to the TV.
The phone rang! Sharon eagerly rushed to it!
"Duke? Where the hell have you been? I'm bored to tears and half out of my mind!" she said. "What's that? They're very sorry to hear of my resignation? That's nice! When are you coming over? Good! I was getting worried. I've been talking to myself all the day. What bothers me is that I've been answering myself.
"Oh! One other thing! Be a good kid and pick up a carton of cigarettes for me. Fuck the Surgeon General! Ha, ha! He's a general fuck-up! 'very funny!" she retorted in un-amused ennui. "Just get the butts and skip the health lectures! Thanks, honey!"
He had taken her off the hook! Good old Duke! All the loose ends were tied up. The administration even wrote a letter of recommendation. If she ever contemplated teaching again, at least she had good references.
She hurried to the door at the sound of timid knocking. Anyone was welcomed right now! A happy smile flooded her face at the sight of Owen.
"How are you feeling, Miss Brookes?" he asked.
"Fine, fine! Come in! You wouldn't have a cigarette on you? That's a stupid question! You don't smoke!" she answered the rhetorical question.
He pulled a pack of her brand out of his pocket. "I thought you might want some. One of the boys picked it up for me."
Sharon was touched by this gesture of thoughtfulness. "Why, you little dear!" Eagerly, she opened the pack and lit up a smoke. Taking a deep drag, she exhaled a cloud of smoke with a satisfied sigh. "How are things at the school? Any problems?"
Owen filled her in on the details. Wayne and several other boys left the school. Their absence made a small dent in the football team. A number of the junior members of the school considered him a sort of hero. The fraternity was disbanded and the frat house was being turned into a recreation center for all the students.
Sharon was pleased with the results. There was a wistful look on his face. "What's the matter, Owen?" she asked.
"I hear you're leaving the school," he answered. "I'm ... I'm going to miss you."
She closed the door and locked it. Catching his face between the palms of her hands, she kissed him on the forehead.
"I'm going to miss you too!" she told him. "But I'll always think about the fun we had together. Say, I have an idea! It's time for my treatment. How would you like to do it for me?"
His face brightened. "Sure! I'd like to!"
"The compresses are in the bathroom with the solution," she told him, slipping off her housecoat. Lying down on the bed, Sharon waited for Owen.
He gently placed the compress on her buttocks. "Is that all right?"
She turned her head, looked at him over her shoulder, and smiled. "That's fine!"
There was an awkward pause. Owen cleared his throat. "I want to thank you for all that you've done for me."
Sharon raised herself, leaning on an elbow. "Come over to the head of the bed. It makes it easier for me to talk to you and see you."
He stood at the head of the bed. She smiled up at him. "It was my pleasure!" she answered. His eyes were averted, staring at a spot on the floor.
"Is there something wrong, Owen?" she asked.
"I was hoping...." his voice trailed off. Owen was embarrassed to talk about their sexual encounter.
"Would you like to have sex with me again?" Her question made him look up at her.
"That would be very nice, Miss Brookes. But you're leaving Saturday! And you're in no condition now to ... to...! "
Sharon interrupted him to ease his difficult attempt to discuss sex with her. "Don't worry, Owen. There's still tomorrow! I'll be in good shape by then. Good enough to have sex with you. After class tomorrow, you come and see me. We'll have plenty of time."
His face brightened. "Gee, that's swell of you, Miss Brookes! Is there anything else I can do for you?"
She shook her head. "No! Except you may call me Sharon. By now, our relationship is a very personal one. Besides, Duke will be here soon."
He nodded. "Okay, Sharon! See you tomorrow! " He left the room happy with the coming prospects of fucking his mistress.
Ten minutes later, Duke entered the room. "I see you've been taking care of the treatment. How do you feel?"
"Fine! Do you have my cigarettes?" she asked.
He flipped the carton at her. It bounced on the bed. "I thought you were out of smokes! Where did you get the other pack?"
"Owen brought me a pack," she answered. "I'm going to miss that kid!"
"After we get married, I'll make you forget all about kids. Except for the ones we're going to have!" Duke told her.
He recounted the day's happenings. Owen had already informed her of some of the incidents. Duke explained why it had taken so long to tell her what was happening. A lot of wheeling and dealing went on including a little pressure. She was mildly surprised at the skeletons hidden in some of the others' closets.
Duke leaned over and she embraced him. "Think you can stand about an hour of sitting on your backside?" he asked.
"Why? What do you have in mind?" she replied.
"I was hoping to take you out to supper tonight," Duke answered. "Your ass doesn't look too bad."
"Okay! I'm game!" Sharon said.
The evening turned out fine. Sharon experienced a little discomfort but nothing that was agonizing. She was happy to get out of her cell. Being out was a welcomed relief to the day's boring confinement.
She was also pleased about her recuperation. Sharon wanted to be fit for her last fling with Owen. As she thought about it, the licentious tingling filled her pores. The tingling was mild. But it was present! Since it would be the last time, she was determined to make it a good one for Owen.
The next morning, Sharon tried sitting on the toilet seat. Her effort was successful. It was a pleasure being able to sit instead of squatting. Her next project was taking a bath. After filling the tub, she carefully sat down. She emitted a sigh of luxuriant pleasure. The warm water had a soothing effect.
When she emerged from the tub, she looked at her body in the mirror on the bathroom door. Her eyes looked at the dark tuft of hairs between her thighs. A sudden whim struck her. She took out the razor she used for shaving her legs and armpits. The blade scraped over the hairy patch. It took longer than she expected. What with the constant rinsing of the razor! Sharon gazed at her handiwork.
The naked pudenda excited her. She examined the puffy labia without the hair covering it. It resembled a small parker house roll. Thick puffy lips that folded down into an exciting slit. Her bare cunt appeared more erotic looking. She reached down to feel the texture of the naked cunt.
A ripple of lustful desire spread across her as her fingers encountered her cunt. It had been a long time since she ever masturbated. The contact of her lascivious looking snatch kept her excitedly fascinated. She reached under the little hood of flesh that covered her clitoris. She found the tempting piece of flesh and began to rub on it.
She inhaled deeply as the thrilling sensuality of the act pervaded her. Her fingers dallied over the turgid clitoris, alternating the tempo to suit her imagine. First, slowly to encourage an orgasm. Then, faster, to hurry the climax to its peak. Just as she was about to reach the summit, Sharon paused to prevent the volatile eruption.
Deliberately, she toyed with herself to gain the maximum pleasure from the act. Her cuntal cauldron was bubbling at the prolonged play. During a moment of frantic digital teasing, she felt the orgasm spilling over. She rubbed harder and faster.
"Ohhhhhrrrrr!" she groaned in pleasurable ecstasy.
Wave after wave of multiple orgasms battered the walls of her cunt. She splayed her legs and squatted slightly. Reaching up, she stuck her fingers into her flooded snatch. Her fingers became saturated with her heavy cum. She removed her hand and brought the fingers to her face. A scent of a heavy musky odor wafted into her nostrils.
Even a woman's come smelled erotic, she thought! Sharon stuck the moist fingers into her mouth to taste her own love juices. No wonder so many men liked to eat pussy! It had such a delectable flavor!
She went into her room and sprayed a little of her cologne around the bed. There was several hours yet before her assignation. Sharon's stomach told her she was hungry. She decided to dress and have her last meal in the dining room. It didn't appeal to her. There was always the alternative of driving into town and having her meal at a restaurant.
Sharon decided on the drive into town. She changed her mind. While the meal in the dining room was more convenient, the anticipated cordiality of the diners wasn't.
In town, Sharon enjoyed a leisurely meal and did some window shopping. Glancing at her watch, she saw there was enough to time to get back to the school without hurrying.
As she drove back, her thoughts dwelled on the afternoon she had planned. The old licentious stirrings were revived. Owen would have a moment that he would remember for a long time.
It was a quarter to three when she drove up and parked her car. Quickly, Sharon shucked off her clothes. Grabbing a housecoat from the closet, she slipped into it. The door was left partially open. With her body reclining on the bed,-she waited for her young lover to appear.
Ten minutes after three, Owen knocked at the door. "Come in," she invited. He stepped into the room and she asked him to lock the door.
Just his appearance caused her stomach to churn from the licentious longings she felt. With sinuous grace, she rose from the bed and met him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed his lips passionately. The kiss was a brief one. She led him towards the bed.
Owen stood immobile, fascinated by the manner in which she was undressing him. First she loosened his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped his arms out of the shirt and she pulled his undershirt off over his head.
Her cool hands rubbed his chest in a casual erratic pattern. Tenderly, she rubbed the tiny nipples of his chest. The hands moved in a slow descent and loosened his pants. Her eyes looked down to the bulge in his jockey shorts. Sharon reached out and caressed his cock through the cotton barrier.
His underwear was removed and it fell down on top of the loosened pants about his ankle. Owen's cock stood erect with youthful ebullience.
She ignored his adoring looks as she maneuvered him onto the bed. Her hands removed his shoes and socks. Next came the pants and underwear. Sharon lay down alongside of him, her tits close to his face. Gently, she fondled his balls. With motherly tenderness, she whispered, "Suck my tits!"
He reached out and lovingly fixed his lips to the nipple. As he sucked, he caressed the firm round mounds. Sharon continued to fondle his crotch. Deliberately, she avoided touching the hard prick. She didn't want him to have a premature ejaculation. An unhappy accident like that could destroy the entire mood. Instead, her hands moved along his thighs, across his stomach; everywhere but the rigid shaft.
His body shifted a little. A shiver chilled her spine in erotic rapture as Owen reached for her cunt. He was unaware of her naked cunt. His attention was centered on her face with adoration. At the discovery of her shaved pussy, Owen jumped up, startled. A mischievous smile crossed Sharon's face.
"How do you like the new look? she asked him.
He stared at the snatch, no longer hidden by a forest of hair. "Doesn't my cunt look more exciting this way?" she questioned him. "Would you like it better if we did a 69 first? What do you want to do?"
Sharon realized that Owen was a love starved boy. It was like turning a hungry man loose in a bakery. So many goodies to eat and undecided about what to eat first!
Owen moved closer to look at the shaven twat. His attention was still riveted to her alluring cunt.
"You ... you shaved off the hair!" he exclaimed in wonderment.
Her laughter was an amused response.
"Well! You still haven't told me what you think! Do you like it!"
"I'd like to suck you off first," he declared, still captivated by the sight of her bare snatch.
"Be my guest!" she answered.
Owen slid off the bed and Sharon changed her position. Her legs hung over the side of the bed. She opened her legs wide for him. His curly head hovered over her twat. His oral brush started to cover the puffy outer lips with ardent strokes. At the initial touch of his tongue on her erogenous skin, Sharon trembled with a sensual thrill that shook her frame.
The vaginal glands responded to the erotic stimulation. Her cunt walls began to sweat, moistening the vestibule of her anxious quim. Owen pressed two fingers into her hungry pussy. His fingers touched the dampened folds of skin as though he was exploring her cunt for the first time.
Sharon undulated her pelvis in a slow grinding movement as his tongue continued to sweep around the outer perimeter of her twat. The contact of this play added a touch of luxuriant pleasure to her already aroused state.
Her fingers curled into his hair. She squirmed, her ass grinding slowly into the mattress. "Ummmm!" she hummed in blissful approval, "Suck my clitoris!" she said.
His tongue found the apex of the slit. Pressing his mouth firmly over her gash, he found the venereal papule. Owen was making humming and sucking sounds. A picture of a hummingbird came to Sharon's mind. The bird's beak dipping into the bud of a flower, its wings flapping rapidly, creating the sound that identified it. That's what Owen was! A little hummingbird!
His firm oral spatula was dipping into her bud and he was sucking and humming! The sound and his tonguing, excited Sharon more. Owen's mouth provocatively closed over the clitoris. She felt a delicious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive in his tantalizing mouth.
The fingers inside her cunt started to frig the hole. His combined stimulation of the snatch and clitoris intensified the carnal bliss that engulfed her.
Her hips writhed with the exquisite delirium mounting within her body. "Ohhhmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "That's good! Really goooood!"
Her erotic exclamations increased Owen's ardor. His fingers increased the tempo of the in and out motion. She felt his lips and tongue teasing her clitoris.
Sharon's stomach was filled with a churning motion that emanated from her cunt. Or was it the clitoris? Whatever it was, there was a powerful pressure building up! It was the first stage of her orgasm. In a moment, that pressure would explode within her!
"Oh, oh! That's it! Frig me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she urged in an urgent voice. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Now, now! Oh, yes! Yes! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ahhhrrrgrrr!" The last sound from her throat was a growl that diminished into a gurgle.
As Owen responded to her urgings, pistoning his fingers in and out of her slippery snatch, Sharon frantically rocked her hips. As each ripple of a piquant orgasm rolled down, she thrust her pelvis forward. She pressed Owen's face into her crotch.
"Oh, Oh! Catch my lovely come! Suck it out of me!" Her cry was an anguished plea.
He fitted his open mouth against her flowing cunt. His tongue pressed as far as it could. Her sensitive cunt, tingling with multiple orgasms, detected his searching tongue. As he tried to lick out all of her come, a voluptuous surge of erotic ecstasy electrified her nerve endings.
Owen remained in this position for some time. Sharon's eyes were closed in blissful contemplation. Every fiber in her body was tingling from this erogenous play. Gradually, the sensation diminished.
"That was lovely, Owen!" she told him approvingly. "You can stop now."
He looked up at her, his chin glistening from the saliva and her come. "I really enjoyed that!" he said excitedly. "I never saw a ... a cunt like that before. It was very exciting."
"I enjoyed that too!" she replied. "Now, we have to take care of you. How do you prefer to get laid."
"Suck me off also!" he answered.
"Anything you want, Owen!" Sharon said. She sat up and patted the mattress alongside of her. "Lie down here, honey. I'm going to suck you off so that you'll remember it for a long time. That's my gift to you for the lovely job you did on me."
He hopped on the bed, bouncing on the mattress. They both laughed at his exuberance. Sharon took his cock and shook it playfully. She got off the bed. "I have a little surprise for you. I'll be right back!"
Sharon went into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with a minted liquid she used. She stuck her finger into a vaseline jar and rubbed a little of the lubricant on her finger.
When she returned, she saw Owen's hard-on losing some of its firmness. She was going to playfully joke about it. An inner voice warned her not to say anything. It would dispel the mood. Instead, she clapped her hands.
"Get set for the best blow-job you ever had," she promised.
With that announcement, she lay across his body. Her lubricated finger gently insinuated itself into his puckered asshole. His hips wriggled at the sensation of her inserted digit. She saw his cock regain its firmness.
Her rapacious mouth closed over his pintle. She puffed up her cheeks, blowing softly.
"WOW!" Owen exclaimed in excited surprise. "What did you do? That was something!"
"That was just a hint of mint! I used my mouth wash. I figured it would give you a little thrill," she replied.
"I'll have to remember that!" he said. He lay back again. Sharon resumed the slow massage of his rectum. The ball of her inserted finger pressed gently on the tightly fitted anal sheath. Even his body seemed reluctant to be free of her. His asshole muscles held her finger firmly in its grip.
Sharon was careful not to touch the prostate gland. She didn't want Owen to shoot his load before the proper time. And the proper time was after she blew him!
Sharon drew the entire sac with the balls into her mouth. Her tongue lathered them with the cool wetness of her mouth while her teeth gently nibbled on them. Her intention was to prolong this blow job as long as she could.
Owen wriggled his hips and emitted moans of whispered encouragement. Her agile tongue rolled from the edge of his scrotum to the beginning of his asshole. Her chin bumped against the finger in his asshole. His balls were lavished by her affectionate tongue. She decided to concentrate her attention on his prick. Sharon moved her mouth over his shaft.
The boy's prick was drawn completely into Sharon's mouth. Her lips rested against the hairy pubic nest while her lascivious tongue licked his cock. The finger in his asshole maintained its leisurely massage.
She kept her pursed lips loose as she rolled them up and down along Owen's cock. Reaching the cockhead, Sharon gently but firmly pressed down on his hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the head of his prick. It swept across the tiny hole in the center of the crown. The tip of her tongue skimmed around the hole.
"Look out, Sharon! I'm coming, I'm coming! Look out! Here it comes!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Sharon's teasing mouth moved back to the root of his shaft. Her finger detected the pulsations of his orgasm as she frigged his ass. Owen's pelvis moved in violent thrusting motions.
"What a load I'm shooting!" Owen groaned.
His spasming prick spurted a fountain of creamy cum. It filled her mouth and she swallowed it, savoring its sweet flavor. She continued to pump her finger in his ass. She could feel the muscles in his rectum flexing as each contraction in his pintle fired a bolt of jism out.
Her mouth moved from the base of his cock towards the head. The compressed lips forced the remaining dregs of his cum towards the tip. Sharon's tongue flicked across the crown, licking up the final thick drop.
She removed her finger from Owen's hole and released his detumescent cock. Her eyes rested on the shrunken piece of flesh between his legs. Somehow, the excitement of young boy's cocks had disappeared. After tasting Duke's thick prick, there was no longer any comparison.
Owen looked up at her and sighed. "Gee, I wish we had more time to do something else. I enjoyed that."
"We still have at least another hour," she answered. "What would you like to do."
He gave her a long embarrassed look. "Fuck you!" he blurted out his desire.
She nodded agreeably. "Whatever turns you on is fine by me!"
"Can I ... er ... may I ... fuck you between the tits?" he asked.
The request intrigued her. He had the choice of her ass or cunt. Even another blow-job! But fucking her tits! It was unusual. Not that it didn't appeal to her! She wondered what it would be like to have a cock between her boobs.
"Anything you want!" she answered. Her curiosity was aroused. "But why the tits?"
"It was in that book I read," he confessed.
Sharon felt her education was lacking. The kind of books Owen referred to, she never wanted to read. I must be missing something, she thought! Maybe I ought to ask Duke to get one for me! I might learn a thing or two!
"This is all kind of new to me," she told Owen. "How do we do it?"
He squatted over Sharon's chest. Rubbing his cock against her tit, he got a hard-on. She felt a mild lascivious inclination at the contact. She had expected to be more excited by the touch. Owen placed his small hard-on between the twin mounds. He pressed her tits together. His cock was sandwiched by her heavy gourds. She looked down at the sight. His prick was almost obscured by her large tits.
Owen rocked back and forth, letting his cock rub against the soft flesh that surrounded it. Sharon felt the friction of his hard flesh. She watched his intense face concentrating on bringing on a climax.
There had been something carnally exciting when Owen had rubbed his cockhead over her nipples. That had excited her! Their initial contact had been stimulating. Somewhere she lost that lust for sex with a younger boy. Her only reason for being involved now was to gratify a last request.
Fucking this way didn't turn her on. The friction of his rubbing cock irritated her skin. He looked more like a boy scout trying to rub two sticks together to start a fire than like someone trying to enjoy sex.
His cock began to spasm in a climax. She felt the pulsations beating like a tom-tom on her tits. Her eyes were fastened to the almost hidden cockhead. Sharon saw the squirt of his first burst of cum shoot out from its hiding place. It landed on her throat. The second burst landed close by.
She thought of a howitzer firing and trying, to hit a target. The third glob of thick cream landed just below the first two bursts. By the time his fifth spurt came out, the target was her tits. It was all over now!
As far as she was concerned, she had discharged her obligations to Owen. Whatever the obligations were!
"Did that excite you?" Owen wanted to know.
"Oh, yes!" she lied. "I'll tell you this much, Owen. It was something I'll remember."
"I'm glad!" he answered. He removed his body from the bed. Sharon held her hand against the cold sticky semen on her chest. While he dressed, she was in the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess. Owen was dressed when she came out.
"I'll always remember you!" he vowed.
"And I'll remember you!" she replied. "Now get the hell out of here before we both break down and cry!"
He hurried out the door. That was the last chapter as far as she was concerned. It was all over! Now, she could start a new life with Duke.
She looked at her watch and gasped. There was just time for her to take a quick shower and dress. Duke was picking her up in an hour for supper. And then there was the packing to do! Christ! There were so many things to do!
Duke would probably ask her what she had done with her whole afternoon! Especially since she wasn't packed yet!
She laughed to herself. She had the perfect reply. "I didn't do a thing this afternoon. Just fucking around!"
CHAPTER TEN
It was exciting getting on the plane. Sharon had flown once before. This was something else. Duke and she watched the movie on the flight. She didn't remember what she saw. All she knew was that Duke was with her and they were going to San Francisco.
"When we get to Frisco," Sharon said, "will you pick up one of those sex books for me?"
"If you don't know what to do with it by now, you'll never know," he said. "What do you want with one of those books anyhow?"
"I thought I might find some new ways to excite you," she told him.
"You just keep using your tongue he way you do," he said. "If you want to know any more, I'll teach you!" he told her.
The plane started to circle the area. Sharon gazed out the window as the 747 started its descent. They touched down and disembarked from the plane. Duke picked up the rented car he ordered. In minutes, they were on their way to the city.
Duke wasn't too familiar with Frisco. It took him an hour to reach the city. He found a very nice hotel on the 700 block on Market Street.
The doorman handed Duke a receipt for the car and Sharon and Duke checked in. Duke officially signed the register as Mr. and Mrs.
Robert Duncan. Sharon got a big kick out of that.
A bellman took them up to their room. Duke tipped the boy. As soon as the bellman left, he grabbed Sharon. He kissed her and she responded passionately.
"Easy, easy!" Sharon chided him. "We have the whole day and tonight!"
"The hell we have!" he exclaimed. "I have to be at a meeting. You know we've killed over seven hours getting here. There's a three hours' time lapse between here and the East Coast. By tonight, I may be too pooped to pop!"
She reached out and stroked his crotch. Sharon felt the hard bulge rising. Duke grinned crookedly. "You little bitch! I'm like putty in your hands! You're a little cock-teaser! "
Her hand shook the cloth covered prick. "That's not exactly putty I'm holding," she said.
"But it's good for stuffing up cracks," he rejoined.
"That's a hint, I'll bet!" she continued the banter. "Okay! Let me take a shower and freshen up. After that, we'll have a quickie in the sack. How does that grab you?"
"Hey! That's a good idea!" he agreed. "And we can warm up for our session in bed."
"What's a good idea?" she asked.
"We'll take a shower together!" he answered.
Sharon raised her eyebrows in surprise! The suggestion appealed to her. There was something very thrilling in taking a shower together. The glands in her cunt started the preliminary sweating at the exciting prospect. Her body was reacting to the erotic thoughts.
A shivering ripple slithered along her spine. It bounced up to her skull and shot back to her anxious snatch. A gently voluptuous vibration enveloped the walls of her pussy.
"Well, don't stand there gaping!" Duke jolted her out of her reverie. He was stripping his clothes off. "Come on! Move your ass! Haven't you ever taken a shower before?"
"Oh! Sure! Lots of times! Alone!" She answered in feigned sarcasm. "I never took a shower with someone else at the same time. Even at school!"
"Good! You're in for a lot of fun!" he said. Duke's clothes were off. "I'll get the water ready. Come on, hurry up!"
Sharon admired his well built frame. It was the first time she saw his balls and cock. He was well hung. His prick was in a semi-state of erection. She couldn't wait to get into the shower with Duke. Quickly, she shucked off her clothes and hurried after him.
He was adjusting the water temperature. Duke looked up as Sharon came into the bathroom. Her coral studded gourds bobbed up and down.
"Hey! You look real sexy!" he exclaimed. His eyes swept down to her naked pussy. He whistled in sensual approval. "And you wanted to read those dirty books! How come you shaved off the fuzz? Did you get a case of crabs?"
"Don't be funny, Mr. Duncan!" she pretended to be annoyed. "You're just jealous you didn't think of it first! So far, all you've been doing is talking about sex! When do I see some action? When do the rockets go off and the bells ring?"
"Get into the tub, honey!" he ordered.
Sharon got into the tub and Duke followed her. His prick had hardened. The hard-on struck her on the hip as he entered the tub after her. A voluptuous lance of thrilling expectation passed through her thigh into her cunt at the contact.
Duke shut the shower door. Flipping the control lever, he turned the shower on. The spray of tepid water struck Sharon on the face and shoulders. It felt good! She had a sudden urge to piss from the effects of the water on her. Turning her back to Duke, she let the piss out. There were no inhibitions with her. But there were some things that should remain private! Although later she would change her mind!
"Good, I'll start with your back!" he said. She felt the soapy rough washcloth scrub her shoulders and back. It moved towards the small of her back just above the croup. Duke passed over the rounded slopes of her buttocks casually. He soaped her thighs and legs. Returning to her ass, he scrubbed the ass cheeks and the puckered brownish hole.
When Duke touched the sphincter of her ass, the muscles in Sharon's buttocks twitched. The asscheeks closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. He bunched the cloth up and rubbed it along the ass crack.
This new ritual excited her. Sharon's cunt became moist. It wasn't from the water cascading from her tits. Duke pushed her into the path of the shower to remove the suds.
"Now, we do the front also!" he announced. "How do you like it so far?"
"Great!" she replied enthusiastically.
She turned around at his direction. Sharon watched as he soaped up the cloth. The spray from the shower struck him on the back and bounced off into her face. Her eyelids closed partially to prevent the water from going into her eyes.
Duke began to lather her fully rounded tits. Each round globe of flesh received his special attention. Her tits were rubbed, squeezed, and fondled as the thick lather covered them. When he covered the ruby disks and scrubbed the nipples, Sharon felt a warm glow stirring in the seething insides of her vulva.
A lance of excitement rolled from her spine into the erogenous cavity between her thighs.
She could feel the lascivious flush of carnal expectations heating her cuntal walls. This whole scene was a thrilling experience. Every facet of this sex play was exciting! She was eager to wash Duke! Her mind considered the licentious possibility of being fucked right there in the shower! Duke had opened up a new world to her! She was enjoying every sensual minute of it. Sharon was hoping it would last forever!
The soapy cloth slid over the rib cage and down the slight swell of her stomach. It hovered briefly over the shaven mound above her cunt. Then the sudsy cloth rolled over her soft flared hips. Duke lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins.
Sharon was ecstatic over this bathing ceremony. She knew that he was deliberately avoiding the washing of her snatch until the end. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit in her pussy. Duke was playing with her. The cloth moved downward along the crack towards her ass.
He moved back towards the puffed lips of her snatch. She tingled as the rough cloth scraped the sensitive membranes of her vulva. The friction stimulated the nerve endings in her vagina causing her to murmur soft moans of pleasure.
When Duke shifted to her clitoris, the thrilling shock waves made her grow weak. Sharon's knees buckled slightly. She reached out, grabbing Duke's shoulders for support.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. "More, more! That feels good, Duke! Faster, faster! This is crazy! I'm coming! I ... uhhhrrr ... I'm coming! I've never come this fast!"
His cloth covered hand slid rapidly back and forth over her sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. She could feel the friction heating up her clitoris. It intensified the voluptuous passions that triggered her orgasms.
Her cunt was sensually on fire. The exquisite delirium of the orgasm was the alarm bell ringing. Her system released the heavy saturation of cum juices to put out the flames.
Duke held her body with one hand while he continued to wipe her cunt in rapid strokes.
"Ohhh! No more, Duke, honey! No more! Jeez-us! This is the wildest ever! Ahhhrrr!" she groaned in sexual gratification. Every nerve within her tingled.
He shoved her under the shower, letting the water remove the scummy lather. Also, to cool off the sensual ardor that engulfed her. The force of the shower struck her body. Her system adjusted to the change. The violent force of the orgasm dissipated. She was back to normal again. But her mind still remembered the exhilarating thrill of the contact.
"You've had your fun!" he told her. "It's my turn now!" He handed her the cloth and soap.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "That was good!"
"I'm glad you think so," he said. "Let's see if you can show your appreciation."
Sharon took the cloth, swirled it in the water, and soaped it up heavily. Duke's chest and stomach was quickly lathered. She passed over the legs, giving them a perfunctory soaping. Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his rampant prick. It protruded from the center of his groin. Straight, thick, and proud! Behind it hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed Duke's virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure on the shaft seemed to increase the size of the cockhead a little. Sharon examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. Oh, what a beautiful prick! Soon, it would be throbbing inside her anxious cunt!
Her curled fist pumped up and down on his prong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her hot box. Sharon was tempted to put his gorgeous cock into her eager quim, soap and all!
Duke bent his knees slightly and rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking hand. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders. His strong fingers tightened on her shoulders.
"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
She shifted slightly at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his cock ejaculated the hot sperm. The first thick burst of cum spurted out in an arc of about a foot. Sharon felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission. The action reminded her of a field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprung forward, firing another shell of glutinous fluid. Gradually, the intensity of his climax died down.
"Milk it down!" Duke told her.
Sharon's fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona of his prick. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. She pressed upward, forcing out the residue of his come from the urethm. There was a thick drop of come oozing out of the tiny slit. The washcloth passed over it, wiping it away.
He stepped under the shower spray and washed the soap off. "Don't forget the back!" he reminded her.
Sharon scrubbed his shoulders, back, and legs. When she got to the buttocks, she soaped the firm fleshy asscheeks. The sex play made her very horny. She pushed a finger up his asshole. Her finger frigged his ass slowly, adding to her licentious pleasure.
Duke wriggled his ass while her finger massaged the tight hole. She shoved her finger as far as it could go.
"Okay! That's it! Everybody out of the pool! More play time later on," he announced. "I have to go to a meeting!"
She removed her finger and he stepped under the shower. He washed off the residue of suds. Outside of the tub, they took turns in drying each other off.
"That was fun!" Sharon exclaimed. "I bet you know a lot of other little tricks just as exciting."
"You bet! But I haven't got the time right now! I hate to kiss and run," he apologized. "I have to be at a special briefing. I don't know when I'll be back. I should have been here two days ago. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure!" she nodded agreeably. "Any chance of us having some lunch together at least?"
"Hell! You ate on the plane! Are you hungry again?" he asked. "I hope you're not eating for two!"
"Bite your tongue! No! I just thought I could steal you for a few minutes," she answered. "All right!" she sighed in resignation, "go on to your old briefing. I'll find something to do. Maybe, go shopping. When do you expect to be back?"
"I don't know," he said. "I'll call you when I can. If you're not here, I'll leave a message."
She hugged him and they kissed. Duke hurried and dressed. Sharon was left alone. There wasn't any hurry now. There was plenty of time to dress and do whatever she wanted.
Her life with Duke had a wonderful beginning. The shower bit was very exhilarating. She knew he was capable of doing other exciting things to her. Sharon's wish was that it would always be that way. That nothing would ever mar their life together. She checked her appearance in a mirror. Satisfied, she left the room to do some shopping.
Sharon returned to the hotel room in the late afternoon. Duke had left a message for her. He would be late. The note was apologetic. It also told her to eat supper without him.
She decided to eat supper in the hotel's restaurant. If Duke called, she could get the call. Sharon left word at the desk where she would be. His call came about seven. She was back in the room. He apologized and told her he would be back about ten. The thought didn't appeal to her. There wasn't anything to be done about it! It was all part of his job.
Sharon understood the problem. Duke had arrived at the last minute. If it wasn't for her, Duke would have no problems. He was supposed to have been in Frisco sooner. The least she could do was make things easier for both of them. One way was to accept this temporary inconvenience. After all! There were other days they could be together.
The phone rang about a quarter to ten. "I'm on the way, honey," Duke told her. "I'm in the lobby now. I'll let myself in with the passkey from the desk."
Sharon got out of bed and slipped into a sheer black negligee. Picking up a spray cologne, she doused herself with the tantalizing scent. Satisfied with her arrangements, she got back into the bed.
There was gentle knocking at the door. A key clicked in the lock and Duke walked in. He smiled at her. He carried several paper bags in with him.
"What a day!" he exclaimed. "We have to leave early tomorrow for the ball park. It was all mental today. I think if I had worked out physically, I wouldn't be this tired.
"Hey, you look terrific! I hate to disappoint you, Sharon. I'm not in the mood for any sex. All I want to do is rest. After the game tomorrow, we'll have plenty of time for fun and games. Even Monday! The team's off for the day. After that, I fly out with the team to Houston. You can come along with me to Houston if you like or you can take the rented car and drive around here. Look for a little love nest for us."
"Okay!" she conceded in mild disappointment. "No sex for tonight! What have you got in the packages?"
Duke shoved them into a drawer. "Just a few things I picked up for myself. You know, the usual junk! Aftershave lotion, some shaving things!"
Somehow, Sharon didn't believe him. She felt that there were some items in the bags for her. Whatever it was, it had to do with surprising her. She was certain of that. He undressed and went into the bathroom. Sharon was tempted to get out of bed and check up on him. It was her curiosity. Of course, Duke could have the items he claimed in the bags. Then again, maybe not! In time, Sharon would find out!
They were up early Sunday morning. After breakfast, they picked up the car and drove out to Candlestick Park.
He gave her an official tag and escorted her to a box near the fifty yard line. She looked at the numbers around her. The section had odd numbered designations. Duke had given her a pair of field glasses. The sections across the way from her were even numbered. Sharon had been to few football games, let alone professional games.
Her knowledge of the sport was limited. A sudden realization came to her. She didn't even know what team Duke was associated with! Was it the home team or the visiting team?
One thing was obvious. Whichever team Duke was with would be sitting on the benches in front of her. There were a few other people scattered throughout the stands. Some were women. Probably the wives of the players. Holding the field glasses up, she scanned the other side of the stadium. She saw some women seated across the way. Some of them were very pretty.
The two teams came out on the field and began to go through their various drills. It was a little chilly for autumn. Sharon didn't mind. Duke warned her to bring along a top coat.
Sharon wasn't too interested in the outcome of the game. She hoped that Duke's team would win. If there had been someone to talk to while she waited, it wouldn't have been so bad. She was bored. The morning was long as well as the afternoon.
The stands began to fill up. Duke came by the stands several times. Their conversations were brief. Sharon smiled and pretended interest. She made a mental note to have him instruct her in the finer points of the game. Also, to introduce her to some of the players' wives. At least she would have someone to talk to at the games.
Finally, the game started. It seemed to be an exciting game. The crowd yelled a helluva lot. The spirit of enthusiasm captured her on a few occasions. She found herself standing and cheering also. Although she didn't know why! The game ended in a tie. The fans started to exit from the stadium. Duke came by and told her he would be with her shortly.
As they drove back to the hotel, he said, "You've been a good sport! Your ass must be tired from sitting out there for so long. I'm going to take you out to an early supper! After that, it's back to the hotel!" He winked at her. "I'm going to make up for the disappointment last night. By the way, how does Chinese food grab you?"
Sharon nodded. "That's fine."
For some reason, her thoughts went back to the bags Duke placed in the drawer. She was certain he had something special for her in those bags. His offer to make up for the previous evening started a salacious salivating in her snatch. She wanted to skip the evening meal.
Instead, she wanted her body to eat Duke's cock. Anywhere! In her mouth, in her cunt, up her ass! Her mouth had already tasted the sweetness of his prick. Sharon had seen and felt the strength of his cock. She had all she could do to restrain herself during the meal.
She was like a bitch in heat! Duke kept looking at her during the meal. Oh, you teasing bastard, she thought! You know I want to have your lovely prick in me! It was an effort on her part to finish the meal. She was impatient! Eagerly, she wanted to get back to the hotel and fuck Duke. She experienced a slight voluptuous stirring tingling her nervous system. By the time they returned to the hotel room, Sharon was already stripping.
"Hey, hey! Where's the fire?" Duke asked with a bemused grin. "How about a little fooling around first?"
"If I don't see you start taking your clothes off, Duke Duncan," Sharon threatened, "so help me, I'll rape you! I'll rip your clothes off myself."
He laughed pleasantly. "Okay, okay! But we're going to do it my way. I've got a few surprises." She flopped on the back. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Would I have come all the way to Frisco with you if I didn't?" she asked.
"Good!" he replied. Duke went to the drawer and rummaged through one of the bags. He took out two sets of leather manacles.
Sharon bolted upright at the items in his hand. "What's that? What are you going to do?"
"I asked you whether you trusted me. You said you did! Just lay back and get set for the thrill of a lifetime," he assured her.
She lay back, her eyes filled with suspicion. "You're ... you're sure you're not going to hurt me or do something flaky?"
Duke fastened one arm to the bed. As he fastened her other arm, he said, "Honest, Sharon! I won't hurt you."
A leather anklet snapped around one of her legs as he fastened it to the foot of the bed.
"Then why are we doing it this way?" A slight apprehension made her voice tremble.
"To make what we're doing a little more exciting," he said.
Duke covered her eyes with a dark eye shield. She suddenly realized that she was completely helpless. Her limbs were shackled to the bed. The eye shield cut her off completely. There was no way for her to see what was going on.
The sound of clothes rustling came to her ears. Duke was undressing. That was pretty safe. It was a small assurance that he was going to actually fuck her. Duke was back at the drawer again. She heard his footsteps padding back to the bed.
"Do you really and truly believe that I won't hurt you?" he asked.
"Yes!" she answered. She tried to sound as convincing as she could under the circumstances.
He placed his mouth on her lips and kissed her passionately. His tongue snaked out and slithered into her waiting mouth. Their tongues met and locked in an oral wrestling match. The kissing helped to ease some of her doubts. When Duke separated from their embrace, she wondered what was going to happen next.
She felt an unusual sensation. Duke was caressing the areola of a tit with something soft. Her mind tried to identify whatever he was using on her. The nipple of her tit was hardening. The caress was soft, almost furry. It rolled around the roseate disc that surrounded her nipple.
Her tit was a piece of electrified flesh. She could feel the voluptuous current streaking down to her box. She was torn between enjoying the surging thrill and trying to identify the object on her tit. What the hell difference does it matter, she asked herself! All she knew was Duke had awakened and increased her erotic yearnings.
Sharon's other tit was teased by the same treatment. Her two nipples were hard nodes. "Hsssss!" The hissing intake of her breath made a moist sucking sound.
Duke had clamped his lips over the stiff nipple. His tongue and mouth increased the tingling that filled her tits. He flicked his tongue rapidly over the nipple making her sigh with delight at the blissful effect.
Her body jerked and wriggled as the object he was using rolled over her flesh. It stopped at her navel and moved about the crevices. As though he was painting something on her navel. That was it! He must be using a type of brush. The kind used for oils or watercolors.
And then the brush touched her clitoris! A thousand prickling hairs exquisitely intensified the sensually erotic pleasures she felt. She arched her hips to bring the brush closer to her clitoris. His strokes were harder and faster.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic bliss. "Keep it up a little more. Any minutes, I'm going to come!"
The brush stopped taunting her clitty. Something was being inserted into her eager snatch. The new object was pushing her cuntal lips, spreading them wide. It reminded her of a doctor giving an internal examination. There was no pain. Another object was slipped into her cunt. It was the brush again!
She felt the bristles sweep across her vaginal wall. He was spreading the heavy moisture in her snatch. The moisture was the paint he was using to create an erotic picture in her cunt. Each hair on that brush tantalized her. She could feel the interrupted orgasm starting up again.
Her hips undulated sinuously in tempo with the brush. The orgasm was building up.
"Ohhherrr, Ohhherrr!" she repeated over and over. Sharon tried to bring her thighs together as the artificial phallus stirred up new waves of voluptuous thrills. The restraints prevented her.
"Oh, Duke! Let me come!" her plea was a soft sigh. "Don't tease me any more!"
The brush and cunt spreaders were removed. She was feeling frustrated at this time of play. Every time she was ready to come, Duke stopped.
Her body shifted as Duke added his weight to the bed. She sensed his body moving above her. Her nostrils detected the scent of his genitals above. His hard-on pressed against her nose as his ass hovered over her mouth.
"Lick my ass!" he told her. "Give me a trip around the world."
The shackles and blindfold were a handicap. Sharon couldn't see or hold him. Only the pressure of his ass and cock on her mouth told her where everything was. She had to depend on touch and smell.
Her tongue reached out and located the crack between his buttocks. She licked his ass until she found the small hole. The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the tightly closed orifice. Unsuccessful in the attempt, Sharon was content to rim him. The flat blade of her tongue scraped against the perineum.
She located his heavy balls. Her tongue treated his balls to a heavy coating of saliva. Sharon tried to suck each nut separately into her mouth. The attempt was a failing effort. Her head shifted so that her oral spatula could lick the underside of his cock. She managed to absorb the head of his prick into her mouth. But the position was awkward and tiring.
Releasing his cock, she protested in mild irritation. "Fun is fun, Duke! I don't mind the gimmicks you use. I'd love to suck your cock. But damn it! You got me so fuckin' hot, I'm ready to bust. Have a heart! Ever since the first time I sucked you off, I've been dying to have your cock in my cunt. Please, let's do it! Save all this fun and games for some other time."
"Okay!" he agreed as he removed his weight from the bed. He removed the leather shackles. Sharon removed the blindfold. The lights in the room made her shut her eyes.
"You've been a good sport!" he told her. He held his rigid dick near the base of the shaft. Shaking it at her, he said, "It's all yours! Ready or not, here I come!"
She grinned at him. "You sonovabitch!" she said in joking reproof, "I've been dying to come all night."
He swung his trunk into the V-shaped space between her parted thighs. Holding his cock, he guided it gently past the anxious quim that salivated for the taste of his prick. Duke impaled her pussy on his thick shaft.
She sighed in ecstatic bliss at the contact. It filled her hungry snatch. His cock was comfortable, warm, soothing, exciting! His cock began to leisurely pump in and out. The pressure of his fleshy piston rubbing in her housing box was a comfortable friction. The sensation sent tickling tentacles spreading all over her body.
"Don't rush it, Duke," she told him. "I never had a lovely piece of meat like yours in me. I want to enjoy every wonderful minute it's in me."
He bowed his head and their lips met. A violent outburst of passion enveloped her. Her head slowly shifted from side to side as she twisted her mouth against his lips. Both of them emitted sensual moans of delight as their tongues tangoed in an erotic lingual dance.
She brought her thighs together, locking them with her ankles on top of his hips. That brought his spike deeper into her hot snatch. He reached behind him and made her unfasten her hold. Without removing his prick, Duke shifted one leg of hers at a time. With the change of position, Sharon was almost bent in two. Her legs rested along his chest and on his shoulders. A squeal of pleasurable delight escaped her lips.
The change Duke made afforded a deeper penetration of her anxious cunt. Gradually, his hips started the slow rocking movements. His leisurely pistoning prong elated her into a state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the tempo of his thrusting prick.
"Ohherrr, Ohherrr!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic exhilaration.
Her head rocked from side to side as the carnal fever increased her libidinous delirium.
Duke was using his cock like a master weaver preparing a licentious tapestry. His fleshy shuttle moved in practiced strokes, sliding in and out of her fleshy loom. She felt the delicious sensuality of his dick as it rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her excited pussy. A warm glow was growing in her snatch. Any minute she expected it to burst into a flaming climax.
Her thigh fitted into the crotch of his elbow. Both of his hands were free to feel her tits or clitoris. He reached over to capture her clitty between the balls of his fingers. As he rode in and out of her, he massaged her venereal papule. That enflamed turgid piece of tiny flesh that was her clitoris!
Sharon's body was almost doubled over. Duke's arms about her legs kept her from moving around as much as some other position. It didn't matter what position she was in. All she cared about was getting fucked. The better the fuck, the more she enjoyed it.
"Unnrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Between the ascending and descending cock in her twat and the fingers that rubbed her clitty, Sharon's sexual system was overloaded. Any minute, her box would explode.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. The bed started to squeak as Duke increased the rhythm of his strokes.
Sharon's outstretched hands clutched at the sheets. Her clenched fists held the sheets tightly.
She tried to meet Duke's thrusts with her own. The position she was in made pelvic motions limited. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks as they swung to and fro.
"Ohhherrrr! Ohhherrrr!" she groaned in continued rapture.
Duke's breathing gave evidence of his own aroused state. "Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her cunt.
Her eyes were tightly shut in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her lower lip. As though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that shook her body.
She continued to rock her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and sighs matched the cadence of Duke's pumping dick. Sharon never expected to reach such lascivious and voluptuous heights.
"Now, Now, now!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck me faster, faster, darling! I want you to come at the same time," she urged him. "Oh, Oh! YAHHRRG-RRrrrrrr!"
Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that gradually died in a throaty gurgle. At that moment, Duke's own voice announced his orgasm.
Sharon felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his orgasmic potion. Her erotically sensitive cunt felt the throbbing contractions of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of come. Duke made a final plunge. She shivered in carnal delight as Duke ejaculated heavily into her quim.
His prick was buried deep inside her quim. Her legs were gripped tightly in his arms. He bowed his head against her stomach. Duke was in a state of sexual collapse. Completely spent from the exertion!
Slowly, Sharon's body began to adjust back to normalcy. Every nerve within her tingled.
She had been sexually stimulated to a fever pitch. Her erotically stimulated body had reached the pinnacle of voluptuous sensuality. Now, she was returning to the plateau from where she had started her ascent.
When she had recovered, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Remember me?" she asked. "That was some fuck! So is this position! I don't think I'll ever straighten out!"
His soft prick slipped out of her hole. He released his hold on her and she straightened her legs.
She moved her legs around. "There must be more comfortable positions to use!"
Duke grinned at her. "You bet! And I'm going to show you all of them," he told her.
"I'm glad you brought that up! Speaking of showing me different things! Just what was it that you used on my cunt when you had me so helpless? " she asked.
He held up a pair of test-tube tongs. He flexed the handles to show her how it worked. "I was going to use them on your ass also but you got impatient."
"And that thing you used on my tits and cunt was a paint brush, wasn't it?" she asked.
Duke held up the long thin brush with the camel's hair bristles. "How did you guess?"
"Let's see what other goodies you have!" Sharon said.
She examined the leather manacles used on her wrists and ankles. The blindfold was a black sleep shade.
Several other items caught her attention. One was a plastic cylinder shaped like a cock about six inches long. Another was a plastic handle. It was about four inches long and about two inches in diameter. A thin hard rubbery flexible tube protruded from the center of the handle. Sharon was fascinated by the appearance of these instruments.
"And what are these for!" she exclaimed.
Duke laughed. "The first one is obvious. It's a fake cock." He reached for it. Twisting the handle, the fake cock hummed into action. Sharon reached for it and felt the vibrations.
"I suppose the other toy is for the ass!" she said.
He grinned. "How did you guess?"
Sharon slapped her hands gleefully. "Okay! Turnabout is fair play," she said. "It's my turn to use these on you," she declared. An impish grin danced on her face. "I want to see if you can take what I dish out!"
Duke stretched himself out on the bed. His arms above his head and his legs splayed. "Go ahead," he challenged her, "take your best shot!"
Sharon shook her head. "Uh-uh!" He looked puzzled. "I want you on your stomach," she said.
He rolled over and she started to shackle him to the bed. "Going to try out that ass tickler on me, huh?" he asked. "That ought to be lots of fun for both of us."
She was standing at the head of the bed. Her hands were poised to place the blindfold on his eyes. "Quite the contrary, my dear," she answered. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass with this lovely make believe prick."
The last expression she saw on his face before the eyeshade went on was his surprised look. Her voice broke into a song. It was a parody on the seven dwarfs' song.
"Oh, whistle while you jerk!" she sang as she played with Duke's cock. His prick responded to her manual manipulations. She was enjoying this little play.
"Hey!" Duke grunted from the bed. "You don't have to sound so happy!"
She gave him a playful slap on his rump. "Quiet! Or mama is gonna spank you."
Sharon's already lubricated finger started to frig his asshole. He wriggled his ass as she massaged his anal canal. Picking up the fake cock, she slowly pushed it up his hole. Her eyes were riveted in fascination as the phallus almost fully penetrated the sphincter. A lustful thought occurred to her. How would it be to have Duke's cock up her ass like that?
"Well?" he asked in impatient anticipation.
"Well, what?" she answered.
"When you are going to turn that damn thing on and finish getting your kicks?" he said.
"Just for that, I'm not going to do it!" she answered in mock petulance. "I think I'll go for a walk and leave you on the bed like that. Or maybe I'll invite a few of your jock friends over."
His body rocked on the bed as he tried to tear his bonds loose from the bed. "If I get loose, watch out!" he warned her.
Sharon was enjoying this pleasant banter. She turned on the vibrator. The room filled with the noisy hum of the fake cock. Her hand held it as the vibrations tingled her fingers.
"Okay, okay! I can take a hint! Shut it off!" he urged her. "No more games like this."
"I'll shut it off under one condition," she propositioned him. "And that condtion is we don't horse around anymore with this junk. We have better equipment we can use."
"Agreed!" he answered. She shut off the vibrator and withdrew it from his hole.
She unfastened his shackles. The phone rang as his eyes grew accustomed to the light. He answered the phone.
"Hi!" he greeted his caller cordially. "Gee, Hank, I'd love to join you and the fellers."
Duke looked towards Sharon. She was pouting. He shrugged his shoulders in a helpless gesture. He watched her as her hands drifted towards her bare snatch. Her fingers parted the heavy lips. She stuck her tongue out and lasciviously rolled it around her mouth. He grinned, shaking his head.
"Like I said, I'd love to join you, Hank. But this problem came up. No, that's all right!" he said. "It's nothing I can't lick! Yah! I'll take a rain-check. See you tomorrow!"
Duke cradled the phone. He jumped towards her and she squealed in pretended fright. His body was already positioned with his head facing her cunt.
"Now about that problem I intend to lick...." he started to say. He never finished. His mouth lit up the incandescent glow in her cunt.
As she took his cock in her mouth, Sharon sighed contentedly.
