The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
At this early hour of the morning, the few stores that edged the intersection of Chestnut and Tyler Streets looked like the toys of a child put away for the night. The streets were almost deserted except for a man filling the newspaper stand in front of the tiny five-and-ten. But the gaudy colors and blatant signs of the stores, with no one around to appeal to, looked unreal. Susan Benson enjoyed having to open the sandwich shop in the morning because it gave her a chance to walk the quiet streets with nothing but an occasional newspaper blowing along the sidewalk. Too soon these streets would be filled with high school students and the noisy day would begin; nor would it end until long after they were closed at night.
Someone had to be at Del Vecchio's Sandwich Shop by six in the morning to receive the donuts and open up for those few who did come by that early for a bite of breakfast. The teachers sometimes did this although never before 7:30. Occasionally a teacher and student would meet as early as 7:00 for a conference they apparently had no time for after school. There were four little booths that served nicely for this purpose. Then there were the shelves to be filled with canned goods and always the sugar containers and salt to check although that was supposed to be done the night before. The ketchup and mustard containers were on their own trays and these had to be cleaned and filled. There was plenty to come early for, and in spite of the effort Susan had to exert to get out of bed by 5:30 at the latest, she enjoyed spending so much of her working day in solitude, able to get done the things that needed doing without a thousand interruptions.
The storeroom was immediately behind a curtain in the rear of the store, which was not all that big. It had started about ten years before as a tiny little ice cream shop with a single counter along one wall. Mr. Del Vecchio had lined the back wall with shelves for canned goods and put in the little booths on the wall opposite the counter. Then he had limited the business more out of necessity than choice to cold sandwiches, hot soups, donuts and ice cream. Then when the cleaning establishment next door gave up their lease, he talked the landlord into tearing down the wall and letting him run his counter service in a circle. He had contemplated putting in more booths on the other free wall that he now had, but the counter was plenty. The more booths you had, the longer the kids hung around without buying anything. He put the breads and potato chips on that wall instead.
Susan wondered when he was going to start serving full course meals. It seemed to her that every time she came to work he was adding something else. Yesterday, luncheon meat sandwiches had been added. As long as the cans were on the shelves anyway, why not use them if that's what someone wants, went his reasoning. It never seemed to occur to Mr. Del Vecchio that the space behind his counter was already crammed with dishes, utensils, donuts, and half-used foods. His refrigerator was overloaded with meats and cheeses, sauces and fruits and what-not. But he had other businesses elsewhere and rarely came to the sandwich shop more than to drop in with change once a day. He never looked behind the counter or into the refrigerator! It got so that Susan dreaded seeing his dark curly hair and big expansive smile through the glass of the door. Here it comes, she thought, another new sandwich!
That's not fair, Susan mused to herself while turning the key in the back door lock. She ought to be appreciating his creativity. The week before, he had wanted meat loaf sandwiches with hard boiled egg in the center. It was with some effort that Susan managed to interrupt his enthusiasm for the variety of meatloaf sandwiches that were possible to point out to him that making a meat loaf required an oven. Any day now she expected to come in to work to find an oven installed ... where? If only he didn't buy one before discovering he had no space!
Alan Del Vecchio was a nice guy! All men were nice guys, though, before you dated them! Just before Susan had left her husband a few months earlier, she had watched The Wizard of Oz on television for the umpteenth time, but for the first time, she related men to those evil, ugly trees. It was likely the result of her disillusionment with George she kept trying to tell herself ... but was it? Before she had married George, she had worked in a little store that sold artist supplies. She recalled with embarrassment the beet-faced man who had chased her around, even behind, the counter in order to pinch her butt! Her boss had watched, roaring with laughter! Never, never, never, had she dated a man who had not made a grab for her on the first date except George! Now even George had changed! He was busy grabbing with the rest of them at her and ... Susan recalled with a lump in her throat ... at anyone else who happened along!
Taking a bus or a subway was to submit herself to the greedy gaze of all kinds of horrible, dirty men so she had been dishonest enough to continue living with George after finding out about his affair with that whore, Shirley, until she could save enough money for her own car. About this she had no qualms of conscience. She was entitled to self-preservation and some remnant of dignity at his expense! It was absolute torture living with him then so in a way she paid for it! Dreams of revenge were one of the ways in which she sought relief. One of her favorite fantasies had been the dream of following him after work or during work or whenever it was he crept off with this whore to wherever it was they were holding up, probably some cheap motel. She imagined it as a motel, anyway. She imagined renting the room next door, waiting until they were loved-out and sleeping and then sneaking in with a master key. She would carefully chloroform then just enough so they would not wake up, shave all the hair off both of their heads and paint on their bald pates, "whore" and "bastard" respectively. She dreamed of painting various things on their foreheads and the rest of their bodies, things like cuckold, until she looked it up in the dictionary, and shit-head. Sometimes she thought of just running the electric razor over their heads in strips! Then at the end of her dream, she always took away all of their clothing!
Infidelity was something she had never expected from George. He had never been that sex-minded a person. They had grown up together and played together and dated all through junior high school and high school without his needing to paw her over. Their kisses and petting had been very mild. Their love-making had advanced very slowly, each step in its time as they both were ready. It had been incredibly beautiful. Certainly she enjoyed sex. She enjoyed it very much. She had been, since their separation, as frustrated as hell! But she would not lower herself before these bullying animals that grabbed and tore and wanted to use her for nothing more than a quick piece of pussy ... or wanted to! She had Shirley to thank for changing her husband into one of these breast-thumping cave-men!
Susan stood in front of the cracked little mirror in the employees' room at Del Vecchio's and ran a comb through her long, straight light brown hair that was so fine it felt like a sheet of silk. Fancy that? George had grabbed her by this very hair and thrown her onto the bed, clamping his mouth down on hers that very day she had called him a brute of a cave man and left! What had he hoped to gain by proving her point? She ran a hair spray over her head to keep the long silky strands out of the food, reached under the skirt of her pale pink uniform to pull the blouse neatly down under the waist band. She was attractively endowed, there was no doubt about that. Someday, years and years from now, she might tend to get a little plump like her mother, but right now her tiny frame supported a pair of good-sized boobs, as the girls at school used to call them, and she had had to buy the skirt of one size uniform and the blouse of another size to have the proper fit! Unconsciously, she turned sideways for a better look at her own shape with its full out-thrust breasts. She retreated against the door from where she could see most of her ripely rounded buttocks on the pretense that she was checking the neatness of her appearance. She knew how shapely her legs were. Why did all of this have to constitute only a sexual object, she wondered. Why must women endure being prey to the selfish tastes of men? It was not necessary! George had not been like that before meeting Shirley. He had been considerate and gentle and of so very, very beautiful to be with!
On her way from the back room, she picked up a gallon of mayonnaise from the stock. She knew that neither Hester nor John would have brought one out. When Susan had left yesterday, the mayonnaise was low and it was characteristic of Hester to baby the last of it along before taking the trouble to get a new jar. One characteristic of George that she really missed because it could be found in so few people, was the desire to do things rather than to put everything off, especially onto someone else. Well, he like to do things all right ... suddenly! She was thinking only of his infidelity now.
Quickly she unscrewed all the tops of the mustard and ketchup containers. George had become bold and belligerent in other ways besides sex, too. His whole personality had changed. She wet a towel in hot water and rapidly wiped the top of each container. She used running water and a brush for the tops, then without bothering to dry them, rescrewed them back on after filling the containers that needed filling. She recalled with a shiver one unusually horrible face he had made at her for no reason whatever. He had actually snarled, curling his lips back over his straight white teeth and glaring at her with the purest hatred she had ever seen! Finished with the sauces, she draped a hot towel over her arm, grabbed the sugar canister and the salt and started on the booths, removing tops, cleaning and filling, wiping the sticky spots from the tables even though these were supposed to have been scrubbed with soap and water the night before. She had been unable to fathom George's hatred for her! She had kept her mouth shut regarding what she knew about him in the interest of saving money for her car. What in hell right did he have to pour hatred onto her! She moved her salt and sugar to the encircling counter. The napkins needed filling, too. She hated to complain but there was too much being left for her to do in the morning! One night she had gone to the movies without him ... without anyone. She had just wanted to get away by herself and wallow a little in her anger and self-pity. When she got home, he was waiting for her with the shocker of all shockers. He accused her of being unfaithful to him!
A buzzer sounded in the back room. Mr. Jeffries was here with the donuts. Susan glanced at the clock on the wall. He was a little later than usual but no harm done. There had been no customers for them. "Hi, Susan," he greeted her ebulliently. He was a rotund man who obviously loved his own products. Susan had to admit that Mr. Del Vecchio knew where to get donuts. They were fabulous and sold well. "I have something new," he smiled broadly, hurrying past her, his arms loaded with his pink boxes that smelled warm and rich and made Susan hungry in spite of the scrambled eggs she had made for herself this morning.
"What now?" asked Susan hoping that this would be Mr. Del Vecchio's only new idea for the day. As long as the new idea was a donut that could replace an old donut, they had the space.
"Wait until you see," Mr. Jeffries bubbled. Quickly putting the other boxes in place, opening them for her, and helping her stack the donuts on dishes and place them under the glass case that ran in five sections around the counter, he left his piece de resistance until the very last.
"You have filled all of the dishes and there is no room for anything else," she wailed. "Please, Mr. Jeffries! There are all kinds of crackers, cookies, cakes, pies and fruit that have to go in there, too."
"These have to have their own arrangement, Sue. For one thing you can't stack them." Saying this he opened a large box and displayed an array of donut cups filled with jellies of various flavors. "Fifty cents apiece," he said. "All made with fresh fruit. The best," he continued proudly and without asking permission or anything, took three plates and arranged the new donuts on them and placed them under glass. "Mr. Del Vecchio says that if these sell well, you are to get two dozen tomorrow." Fie shoved whatever boxes were empty into the trash barrel, told Sue gaily that he would see her in the morning and took his leave through the back. As though the delicious odor of the fresh donuts had drifted around the city like an invitation, Susan heard the first customer of the day rap on the door. Susan never unlocked the door before the first customer rapped. It was a measure of protection to be able to see who it was first. This morning it was a senior from the school. Fie was a handsome kid with dimples like her husband's but without the dark, rich hair that was George's. This kid's hair was mousy and sloppily cut. It was the fad now at the school for the kids to give each other haircuts. She knew the boy as Tony, a real fox according to the girls, although personally, Susan would prefer a decent hair cut before granting him that privileged label.
Tony slipped in before Susan could get the door all the way open for him. "I see that chivalry is not yet dead," he said to her with a nod of his head in mock appreciation. He jumped up onto one of the stools at the counter. "Wow! What are those?" he asked, pointing to a dish of the new jelly cups.
"Fifty cents each," Susan answered him, smiling. "Apricot, strawberry, lemon, raspberry, and orange," she told her, anticipating his next question. Tony sat comfortably on the swivel stool, watching the young voluptuous waitress round the end of the counter and return to where he sat, but this time with the counter between them.
"What a choice," he groaned. He was wondering to himself about her timidity. Unlike most shapely women her age, she always took special pains to be out of reach. It was both amusing and disturbing. He hardly cared what her reasons might be, but he sure wished she would get in the way of a stray touch now and then. "You choose for me," he begged, flooring her, he hoped, with the charm of his dimpled smile. All he could see and all he was interested in was that very well-stacked, ripely provocative body of hers. He had meant it when he had told his teacher, Miss Sutkiss, that he would not miss meeting her at Del Vecchio's this morning for a conference for anything! There was a half hour yet before the teacher would arrive, a half hour to watch those full swelling breasts and hips strut around behind the counter, making and packaging the sandwiches that the kids would stream in for at noon. Her work board, where she had the bread spread out the entire length, was on the opposite side, this being the refrigeration unit and the freezer over here. It had never occurred to him to arrive quite so early before. He would have to do it more often. She had long given him inspiration for the little games he liked to play after school with the more precocious high school girls. But his fondest daydream was of this Susan and how someday it might be her lying under him while he fucked her with his hard young cock shooting his cum far up into her receptively quivering belly. Not much chance of pulling her panties down, he had to admit. But it was nice to think about.
Susan would have to hurry with the sandwiches. Usually the first customer would signal the stampede, and she was not wrong this morning. Betty was due in to help her at 7:30 and would be able to help her with the cakes and pies. But this was too busy a shop to let everything go. The reason Mr. Del Vecchio would not let Hester work the morning shift was that the older woman could not keep up with the demand. Hester was only in her early forties. Why Mr. Del Vecchio excused her on the basis of age, was more than Susan could fathom. But she didn't care. She much preferred to come in early and get off early. She was out by 3:00 in the afternoon! You couldn't ask for better hours than that.
Almost everyone who came in was content with donuts and coffee. This morning even some of her toast customers switched to the new jelly filled donut cups and Susan started thinking of them as a blessing rather than another burden. In between customers, she managed to get her bread spread with tuna fish or slices of cheese or salami or luncheon meat. One four minute egg stopped the wrapping of the sandwiches because she still did not trust herself to do anything else while waiting for a timed egg, but that wasn't bad, really. In no time flat she had the sandwiches all wrapped and ready for the glass case. Furthermore, it looked as though the jelly filled donuts would be soon gone in time to leave room for the sandwiches. She was aware that Tony had not taken his eyes off her the entire time she had been working even though her back was turned. It made her wish her skirt were a little longer and that her bra strap dipping low from one shoulder to the other was not as obviously outlined against the thin material of her blouse as she knew it was. But most of the time she was able to forget about him. There were those customers sitting in front of her who did their share of peeking out from behind the newspapers they were supposed to be reading. It was all around her. It had always been all around her. What could she do?
When Betty came, she was followed in the door by a dark-haired young woman whose case in hand labeled her a teacher. The woman took Tony away to a booth and Susan breathed a sigh of relief. Betty would pick up the woman's order. She had to make another pot of coffee! The full-breakfast customers were now starting to arrive, the teachers and the office clerks. Many office workers stopped in here on the way downtown. Parking was easier and Susan took a lot of care with her cooking. One of the things she had absolutely insisted upon was that John leave a spotless grill for her. There was no excuse not to. It was so easy to clean when it was still hot and impossible to clean in the morning. All he had to do was pour soda on it, run over it with his scraper, wipe it once with a cloth and the grill sparkled as silver and spotless as when it was new. She knew that many of her customers trusted this cleanliness and so far John had not slipped up.
She liked it this busy time of the morning when she had no time to notice what the men were looking at. She had most of the customers trained to leave their money on the counter while they ate so that she could pick it up at her convenience, but there were still people who could not understand why she had to take a 31/2 minute egg out of the hot water before they could pay their bill! Some people seemed to think there should be a separate waitress for each customer. Often she had to hold her tongue. Susan had suggested to one cranky white-haired teacher that he might enjoy coming a little earlier so that he would not feel so rushed, but that was as far she had ever gone. Yet he was still as fussy about his own service as he was unfussy about how he interfered with everyone else's. Pretty dumb for a teacher, she thought.
A whole troop of boys was at the other side of the counter now, looking over the donuts and fighting over who was going to get the last cruller and the last one with coconut. Susan knew that they did not care in the least who got what but only about the noisy scene of battle they were staging. Betty was back again at the booths. She would have to handle them herself. She was uneasily aware of the close physical proximity between herself and these fifteen to sixteen year old youths who were hanging way over the counter, one of them even trying to open the glass door at the rear of the case. "I'll get that," she told him icily and he only giggled. She felt as though his dark eyes were burning right through her blouse as she moved furiously to protect the case.
"I was only trying to help!" he said, his eyes wide in mock innocence. She wanted to slap his face and not only for trying to open the glass case! Well, they certainly started young, most of them! Suddenly she was grateful that her adult customers were not so brash! Maybe she should count her blessings that no one had chased her in behind this counter yet! She looked sternly at the insouciant child.
"I believe we both know better than that, Mister," she said in a tone of voice which she hoped would clarify her position. She knew that some women her age would be willing to play the flirting game with him and he might be just testing her. Well, she was not interested.
"Come on, Harris!" a very tall, lanky blond boy strode over to the trouble-maker. "Don't you know where you're not wanted?"
"Well, to hell with her donuts then," the boy named Harris said.
"Aw she wasn't born yesterday," the blond kid continued in Susan's defense. She looked in amazement at the size of his hands. Someday he would be a big man, she could tell. His hands were enormous, out of proportion to the rest of his body.
Finally she was able to get the semblance of an order from the teenagers and they settled down to their donuts and coffee. Susan worked for a little while in the refrigeration unit. combining the orange juice from half empty bottles, doing the same with the milk. The boys sat directly in front of her and she was willing to risk certain eyes in her neckline in order to find out the name of the tall blond. He seemed able to command the respect of the other boys with a gentleness that surprised her. She had thought that their pecking order depended upon the false virility that George had lately taken to displaying before she left him. Yet here was a boy whose soft voice betrayed not the slightest belligerence or cruelty but who did not seem to bow to anyone. The dark-eyed bushy-haired one was Harry and the red-head with the hair-lip was simply called Red. He seemed nice, too. It was sometime before Red called the blonde by name. Rod, he called him. That must be for Rodney, she supposed. She liked Rodney. It relaxed her immeasurably to realize that there were still some gentle people around.
After the breakfast rush and everyone had gone to work or to school, there were the dishes to be washed. Betty washed and Susan wiped and put them away. Outside of a quick explanation that the new jelly cups were fifty cents, the two women had not had a single opportunity to so much as say, hello! The time certainly flew by! The high school was right at the tip of the hill on Tyler Street, the very next block up, so that the students were popping in and out all day during some time they called "prep" which seemed to differ for all of them. Betty was not much of a talker anyway. Sometimes Susan was sorry for this, especially when they were not busy, but on, busy days she was grateful for it. Hester would follow you around while you worked so as not to interrupt her own chatter and, of course, got no work done! Susan could not imagine how the night shift got anything accomplished although John was very fast. He probably did three fourths of the work, if not more.
They were just finishing the last of the dishes when Susan looked up to see Rodney returning to the shop. Since Betty was free, she went to him the minute he sat down but he nodded his head, no. A hush that was almost uncanny had settled on the suddenly empty shop Susan was really for a break and had started to pour herself a cup of steaming hot coffee when Betty turned the young customer over to her. "He wants you," she said simply but with a faint smile.
Susan finished pouring the coffee. It seemed as though there was always this time when the hurrying stopped and could not be restarted. There was a mysterious automatic switch inside of her and she knew it would not go on again for fifteen minutes, so instead of going to the boy as a waitress, she circled the end of the counter and came up beside him. Her wide blue eyes, emphasized delicately with brown eye-liner and lavender shadow met the boy's blue-eyed stare for a moment as she placed her coffee down beside him and sat up on the neighboring stool. "Betty," she called. "I forgot to get Rodney his coffee and I swear I'm too tired to leave this chair for fifteen minutes!"
The good-natured Betty laughed and gladly poured the boy his coffee. "I'm going to start filling shelves," she explained. "If I'm out back, yell!"
"I will," Susan promised. She looked again at her young companion and to her amazement, his eyes fell away as he reached for his coffee. She couldn't help smiling at the youngster's deadpan seriousness. "Did you want something else?" she asked, suddenly aware that she had not asked.
"No, that's all right," he assured her. I didn't want even coffee," he explained.
"It's on the house," she said. "I needed company." That was a lie, but he was such a nice kid, she was sure he would not take advantage of her friendliness.
"I ... uh ... I wanted to apologize for what happened in here this morning. We were really horrible to you, and I know how hard you must work with all of these people coming in at the same time and demanding service all at once."
Susan could see that the boy was on the verge of tears and his concern for her welfare almost moved her to the same vulnerable state. It was a moment before the startled woman could answer. "Why, Rodney, I can't imagine why you feel you should apologize when you were the very person who straightened everything out and restored order!"
He was looking at her with a smile of sheepish pleasure on his face and suddenly blurted before he thought, "You know my name?" The curvaceous older woman smiled a bright smile of friendship at the troubled, sensitive boy, hoping her words of praise would help put his mind at rest. More than ever now, she was interested in this boy with the gentle smile and the big hands. She wondered how much time he had.
"Is this your free period?" she asked.
"Yeah," he admitted still shy. "I was going downtown to pick up my seeds," he continued. "But I can get them after school."
"Oh? Are you planting a garden?" she asked, glad to have someone to chat with for awhile, especially someone so nice.
"Naw," he answered seriously. "Oh, I do plant a little, but mostly I sell them."
Do you really! We have seeds here, too!" She pointed back towards the door at another idea Mr. Del Vecchio had hit them with one day.
"Yeah, but yours are mostly vegetable," he pointed out. "I sell all flower seeds."
"Oh," she exclaimed, "maybe you would have some I could use. I'm going to plant lots of flowers this year. I've sworn an oath on it!"
"It mean digging and weeding," he warned her.
"Oh, Rodney, I don't care." She chatted happily. "I have always wanted my own house with my own place to plant my own choice of flowers and finally I have it!" This was quite true. She and George had lived in a cheap apartment for quite awhile. Then they had moved into a better apartment. Still he refused to get a house. He was a builder, he maintained. They would not live in a house until he could build his own, just the way he wanted it! She had found an inexpensive little house on the edge of town and was renting with option to buy if she wanted to. She doubted that she would be able to buy anything on her salary but soon she planned to start secretarial school and one thing would follow another if she were patient.
"I'll bring them around sometime, if you like," he said, a little abashed by her enthusiasm. "When is the best time? It looks like now," he guessed, looking around him at the empty shop.
"There's no way you can count on it," she said. "But we'll manage something. I have some absolutely wild ideas that I'm going to need practical help on. How long have you been doing this?"
"Since I was a kid," he told her with a straight face.
"Oh," she wanted to laugh but wouldn't have hurt his feelings for the world. "Then you must be quite an expert by now," she added.
Betty took the next customers who came in, but Susan was beginning to feel neglectful. She finished the last of her coffee and breathed a weary sigh. "I guess the shelves aren't going to fill themselves," she mourned. "Oh!" she suddenly thought. "I haven't made the submarines yet! Oh, God! Excuse me," she turned to her new friend. "I didn't mean to swear."
"Who notices that anymore. I wouldn't even know what it was called, if my grandmother wasn't always pretending to be shocked by my language!" He laughed. He also understood and got up to go, fishing in his pocket to pay for the coffee.
"I told you it was on the house," she said sternly. "You don't want to hurt my feelings now!"
"Are you sure it's all right?" he asked, one eye on Betty.
"Compliments of the management," Betty spoke up in mock pomposity.
"Yeah, thanks," he muttered and awkwardly left. Susan watched him out the plate glass window climb the hill of Tyler Street, his big hands swinging by his sides.
CHAPTER TWO
She was feeling so good when she finished work that day that when Mr. Del Vecchio called, Alan, he insisted she call him, to request a dinner date, she accepted. Of course, he had not called until she had a couple of glasses of sherry under her belt. Had she not been just slightly light-headed and ready for anything, she might have refused. Mr. ... Alan had always been respectful of her, but she had not meant to date until she and George were legally divorced.
Nevertheless, here she was, raising a wine glass shakily to her lips and disappointed to find that it was already empty. She realized vaguely through her pleasant haze that she had already made the same move with the same result at least three times now in the few minutes since Alan had excused himself from the table. Giggling a little to herself, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but the few couples within her immediate field of vision were too preoccupied with one another to pay any attention to anyone else. Breathing a gusty little sigh of contentment, the pretty waitress leaned back against the plush chair and completely relaxed in the lush surroundings where she was being waited on, for a change!
Alan Del Vecchio had brought his employee to what was unquestionably the best restaurant around. She was trying to recall the name of the steak they had had. The owner of the restaurant himself had wheeled it in from the kitchen on a little wooden table, had sliced a piece right out of the middle for Alan to try, and had started the service himself, leaving the remainder of the long, meatloaf-shaped steak for later. Their salad had been a plain lettuce called Kentucky lettuce, which she absolutely loved! It had a berry-rich flavor that she had never tasted before. Dessert was incredible. It was a little meringue cake with yellow and purple pansies on top and filled with whipped cream, strawberries, and cognac! Then ... the wine was inexpressible! And there was lots of it.
Susan knew she'd drunk too much, but at the moment she was not worried about a single thing. She had allayed her guilt by pointing out to herself that her devoted husband had had his fun. In fact, he was probably having the same kind of fun, in a cheaper way, this very minute! No, she was very, very glad she had accepted Alan Del Vecchio's invitation to dinner. It had been just the kind of break she needed from her own thoughts of the last few months. She prided herself on the positive attitude she was able to maintain at work, but at home at night, that was a different story. Looking back on the time since she had left George, it seemed her life had been nothing but a constant round of work and long lonely hours spent at home with a book and too much booze. That was all there was to look forward to! The situation was largely of her own choosing, of course. Alan had been trying to get her to go out with him ever since he had hired her, but she had refused in spite of her acute and natural human longing for love and attention.
Her separation from George, the shock of his actions, and the heartbreak and loneliness that accompanied it all had convinced Susan that she wanted as little to do with men in the future as possible. But still she missed the strong hand at her elbow, guiding her unnecessarily along the street, the comforting arm around her shoulder at a sad movie, and just the intellectual stimulation of male companionship. She trusted that time would take care of these weaknesses, for she would never again be the kind to lean on a man. Of that she was certain. She checked herself on the verge of wallowing in nostalgic thoughts of the early years of her and George's romantic relationship, way back in their childhood! That was over now, she decided ruefully, and there was no point in spoiling a lovely evening.
The tipsy young waitress smiled up at her date as he headed back across the room toward her. He was certainly a handsome fellow in a heavy sort of way. His buoyancy and alertness made up for the plainness of his features, she mused to herself coquettishly. At the rate he was starting and running businesses, he was a man with a future. Susan mentally slapped herself for this last observation. She was definitely not interested in Alan as any kind of prospect for her own future, other than perhaps as a friend. He was a personable man, a voluble speaker, she was not sure conversationalist was the word, but every time she felt him looking at her with more than companionable interest, she felt herself shudder inwardly. No, she didn't want any more of this heartbreak routine from any man, no matter how pleasant or elegant his company.
"Well," Alan remarked as he sat down opposite her again. "I'm very glad I've finally had the pleasure of your company for an evening. I was beginning to think I was going to have to take you out to fire you for the privilege." His calm gray eyes searched Susan's blue ones, their penetrating seriousness be lying the lightness of his tone. The young waitress felt ill at ease under his masterful searching, and she quickly pulled her eyes away from their contest with his.
"You know why I don't date, Alan. I've just recently left my husband...."
"I know, I know," he soothed.
"It's not that I don't like you," she said, the feeling of intoxication disappearing for the moment as she struggled to explain the honorableness of her intentions. "I've been very grateful to you for all you've done to help me get on my feet. Believe me, I consider you a very precious friend." She emphasized "friend". "But at this stage of my life ... I'm not sure I've made any final decisions about my marriage."
Ah yes. Well, don't you think a little broader experience would help you do exactly that? If you're basically undecided about a step then you'll always wonder what the other path would have been like. Isn't it better to know you're doing the right thing?" There was something inescapable about his logic but something she intuitively did not trust either.
"I hope I'll be sure," she mumbled incoherently.
"I'm sure you will do as good a job making your decision as you do with everything else, Susan. I couldn't be less concerned with your ability to solve a problem of any kind."
Susan blushed at this unlooked for praise from such a successful man and her own employer. "I certainly feel," she said, "that a decision like divorce needs a lot of thinking though and I mean to take my time about it." She was gaining more confidence from her own words. What she was saying was obviously the truth. "After all, just a separation could solve all of the problems ... or most of them, anyway." Suddenly she realized that she was rattling on, saying the same thing over and over: no to anything Alan Del Vecchio might have in mind for the rest of the evening!
"Okay, Mrs. Benson. You're calling the shots. Now let's forget about those who aren't here and concentrate on us for the rest of the evening." As he rose to help Susan on with her coat, she felt a premonitory dread at his last words. What did he mean she was calling the shots but let's concentrate on "us"? She could only hope that he didn't mean them too literally. She didn't want to have to be more direct with this very nice person than she had already been. Was she going to have to go through the usual song and dance of fighting him off?
Alan took Susan's arm as they left the restaurant, and the tipsy waitress certainly could not object to the extra support. It was a gesture she had been missing anyway. Her general air of smug well-being began to improve and even give way to a comfortable sensation of mellow fatigue.
"Where to now?" Alan asked, obviously still bouncing with energy. She laughed at him through the haziness she felt herself and was awake enough to wonder if she looked funny to him! Two such different moods!
"I've got to get home," Susan begged. "I drank much too much wine and that always puts me to sleep. I'm sorry!" She hoped to avoid any your-place-or-mine hassles, and she prayed that he would not assume she had just answered that question!
"Your wish is my command!" he said gaily so that she couldn't guess at all what he had in mind. He started the car and pulled his big Porsche out of the lot, driving in silence as they crossed between spacious farms, now barren before the spring planting had started. Susan knew that she was just sleepy enough to become hypnotized by the passing scenery of dark shadows against a moonlit sky. She would have loved to have had him stop the car just to listen to the wind in the grasses this late at night, but she didn't dare ask. They passed a large grove of trees and in her alcohol-induced lightheadedness, Susan thought, I should never take an apple or the tree will grab ... Then Alan was shutting off the engine and turning to look at his lovely companion with the silky hair and expressive eyes.
"May I come in, beautiful?" he asked in a low voice as though he already knew the answer but he would try anyway. Well, she had picked the fruit so what did she expect? He might have thought she was not as serious about not getting involved with someone else as she sounded. Maybe he just wanted a cup of coffee, she reasoned, but that was extremely un-likely. There was a period just before she and George had gotten married when they agreed to date other people for a period of six months. The agreement lasted half that time, but it had taken Susan only three months to learn that men usually had a one-track mind! And she had tried a little dating since her separation, but the story was the same and she had given up.
Susan struggled to pull herself together to make the right answer without hurting her employer's feelings. "I've had an absolutely lovely evening, Alan. It's been utterly fantastic! You are very enjoyable company but surely you understand!" She turned her wide eyes appealingly toward her escort, hoping that he would accept her point of view easily, that he wouldn't be resentful toward her for "leading him on", that they would still be friends. Susan hated this incredible ritual in which she must duel with a man for her own right to free and independent existence. After this, she resolved, she was going to find someone who would let her pay her own way so that she would not feel so damn guilty in refusing!
Why should she have to go to bed with a man just because she had spent an evening with him? She was too tired and just a little too drunk to figure any answers out right now. Alan would have to accept her decision.
"I believe my lovely companion is trying to put a point across spelled, n-o" Alan quipped as thought it were not really that important. Susan breathed a sigh of relief and did not resist when he reached out toward the tipsy waitress and effortlessly drew her diminutive frame toward him so that they were suddenly sitting very close together, his strong commanding arm resting firmly though reassuringly on her shoulder. He made no follow-up move and the young separated woman felt reassured that Alan did understand and that there was no further need to reiterate the fact that she was, after all, still a married woman. She smiled a little to herself in the happy knowledge that she and her employer were still friends. What would he have done if he had rejected her just now? She doubted that such an event would cost her the job, but it certainly would have made her position unbearable. Perhaps he saw this also, and knew better than to risk a good waitress. Whatever the reason, they were going to continue to be pleasant to each other and this was most important to her. Life had been so lonely since her separation!
Feeling a little dizzy from the effects of both fatigue and alcohol, the pretty brunette let her silky head rest back against Alan's shoulder. It felt so nice just to have this little bit of comfort and warmth soothing her this way. There didn't have to be anything else, just so they could be friends and could hug each other every now and then, make each other feel wanted and needed. Weren't those things as important as sex?
As Susan closed her eyes in inebriated contentment, Alan looked down appreciatively at the shining hair, glistening in the light of a street lamp. It was very soft as it brushed ever so lightly against his chin. He could not help but notice the full ripe breasts that heaved just the slightest bit against his chest as his lovely date sank into a peaceful doze. Susan had not buttoned her coat because of the mildness of the evening, nor was she aware of how wide it was open in the front. Her blue jersey dress clung with titillating explicitness to every generous curve of her richly proportioned young body and a fair amount of it was within Alan's view.
One of her breasts he could feel and the other he could see. The gentle rise and fall of the twin straining mounds of those lushly molded breasts was like an incentive to madness to the eager man who held her. His alert gaze followed the provocatively clad swell of the visible globe-like projection down to the slim tuck of her tiny waist and firm belly. Yes indeed, Alan thought excitedly to himself. Mrs. Benson was most definitely a very tantalizing example of lushly ripened womanhood. So she was a little shy about letting anything happen between them physically ... he knew all about how to ease a woman gently and effortlessly into abandoned heights of hotly aroused sexual excitement.
While the lovely woman continued to lie back in an apparent doze, Alan let his free hand reach over to rest lightly on the temptingly contoured swell of his date's hip under her coat. The intoxicated girl squirmed a little, but again settled back against Alan's shoulder, a little smile on her face, leaving the hand where he'd laid it.
God, she was beautiful, the eager businessman thought to himself as his hand on her shoulder tilted her face toward him just the slightest bit as he leaned over to kiss her invitingly parted lips. The enticing warmth of her yielding mouth beckoned him to lean forward harder so that his hotly probing tongue shot out between her lips to part them even farther. Alan could feel his cock swelling impatiently in his pants as his groping mouth bore down harder and harder on his date's mouth as she began to respond, apparently unconsciously, to his heated oral caresses. The excited man allowed his hand resting on Susan's hip to stroke lightly back and forth over the enticing contours of her ripely flaring hips and buttocks. Fantastic! He was just not accustomed to waiting for what he wanted. He had pretty much a now-or-never philosophy. True, he had hesitated. After all, she was married! But he had to make love to this curvaceous beauty tonight, no matter what, Alan thought lustfully as his own alcohol-addled brain fell easy prey to his lewdly mounting desire, marriage or no marriage!
"Mmmmmmmm," the groggy silken-haired woman moaned aloud as her confused mind fought to sort out the sudden assault of the groping lips on her own willingly proffered mouth, of the talented hand stroking her sensitive hips and ass-cheeks. Oh, it felt so nice to be kissed long and hard like this ... George always kissed her so beautifully, making her feel as though she were the most important, the most desirable woman in the whole world ... until she discovered that she was not! Oh, wonderful George. She loved him so much! Why? Why? She wanted him to make love to her the way he used to when they were first married before his love-making was ruined by that horrid woman! But ... but ... this couldn't be George!
"Oh, Susan, you're terrific," Alan Del Vecchio murmured as his lovely date's kisses became more and more ardent as she began to writhe her buttocks lewdly back against his hungrily searching hand. He felt the battle had been won now. Susan was obviously awake and receptive to his caresses. Well, she'd been easily persuaded, he thought smugly to himself as he began to slide his hand down toward the hem of her disarrayed dress.
"Oh, no!" she said and caught his hand. How careless she'd been! She'd let herself drift off for a minute, lulled into a false sense of security by Alan's gentle arm on her shoulder. She should have known better than to believe any man could be trusted to his own devices even for a minute. And to think she'd even thought it was George for one lovely moment, George the way he used to be, tender, passionate and boyishly endearing. What a silly fool she'd made of herself this evening! All she wanted now was to be alone, to let sleep help her forget this horrible misunderstanding. She released the door handle on her side of the car and prepared to go into the house, trying despite her embarrassment to look her date in the eye before leaving.
Alan had been too startled by the brunette's abrupt change in behavior even to make an attempt at wooing her back into her more receptive mood. He felt with the sure instinct born of fifteen years of handling women and businesses that this deal was definitely a lost cause for the moment. She had not been away from her husband long enough and there was no point in pushing it. If that was her thing, then that was that. He would not play sucker to her again, just hang onto a good worker though.
"Alan, I'm ... I'm sorry. It was all a mistake. Thank you...." but there seemed no point in continuing. Alan was obviously not receptive at the moment to any further social niceties. She took one last look at the successful young man who had failed with her and was now sitting stiffly behind the steering wheel of his Porsche, waiting for her to step out of the car and close the door behind her. She thought hazily that women's lib was here this second part of the evening as she slammed the door. "Good night," she said as cheerfully as she could through the car window, wanting desperately to believe that everything was as it had been, that no sordidness had intruded to mar the wonderful evening.
"Good night," Alan replied blandly, managing a wan smile for one of his best employees. Then he turned on the ignition and slammed the expensive car into reverse as though it were a thirty year old pair of roller skates. He left the yard with a squeal of rubber followed by a powerful roar as the car bolted off into the otherwise peaceful night.
For a long moment, Susan looked sadly in the direction which the car had taken, feeling that she had just been dealt another in a long series of hurtful blows. Ever since she could remember she just didn't seem to be able to make it as a person. She had been a pretty little doll to play with by her parents. George was the only man that had not treated her as a sex object only, and even he ... it appeared ... was only repressing it all or something! What was the matter with her, she mourned self-pityingly as she turned toward the door of her little house. At least she was going to make a nice home for herself, she pouted, wriggling the key into the lock and letting herself in.
As she made her way the length of the house to the bedroom, she tried to tell herself that she was being silly but the mood was too strong to defeat. She locked up the house and put out all the lights, determined to get a good night's sleep. She was sorry that most of her precious airy feeling of intoxication had deserted her. There was nothing now to cushion the mounting depression that was taking full command of the struggling young woman's spirits. She picked up a magazine and tried to read herself to sleep but couldn't see three words at a time without looking away and back, forcing her eyes to focus on the material. She turned on the radio but the sound of someone else's world out there on the waves of the night nauseated her so she flipped it off. She could see on the corner of her bureau a robe with the buttons that were to be sewed on, but she couldn't even make herself get up and get it. She suddenly felt there was nothing to sew for, nothing to live for. Her husband, who had meant the world to her, no longer existed as a horrifying monster, the true man in him finally emerged. She had heard rumors that he was dating someone, not the same woman, but what did that matter? The man she had left in such bitterness had not even been the same person as that other, younger George, who had been her childhood sweetheart and the most perfect husband in the world!
Why had he suddenly become so hard and bitter and inconsiderate of her? You'd think it was she who had been unfaithful! Of course he seemed to think she had that one time, but he must have realized how absurd his accusation was. It hurt her terribly, more than the actual infidelity, to think of the way he'd looked at her when they went to bed at night, or over the dinner table. His eyes were cold and lifeless as though he felt nothing for her but contempt. Any second thoughts she had had about forgiving him for his affair with Shirley were effectively squashed by this strange attitude and finally she knew that it was all over though it had taken more than a year of misery before she decided.
Life did not seem very pretty. People were so cold and ruthless or at the best, callous. The women grabbed one thing and the men grabbed another. Everyone was grabbing. Everyone walked around in his little isolated package of skin and kept a wary eye for something to steal or someone to knock out. She thought for a moment of how the boy, Rodney, had returned to apologize to her for someone else's actions.
How long would he be able to retain his sweetness in this sour world?
With a deep sigh, Susan at last got up off the bed where she had thrown herself in despair, turned on the bedroom light and now drew back the covers to prepare the bed for sleep. Quickly, she pulled her blue jersey dress up over her head and walked over to hang it carefully in her closet. It was somewhat rumpled from the last-minute struggle in the car, but the wrinkles would fall out. Hastily, the weary waitress drew off her stockings, brassiere and panties and threw them in the laundry bag on the closet floor. She was now totally naked as she closed the closet door and drew back to admire herself in the full length mirror that hung outside.
As always, Susan couldn't help feeling a little smug thrill of excitement as she gazed at her flawless naked beauty. She was really a very desirable-looking woman she told herself as she cupped a firm, high-set breast in each hand and admired the way in which the pert little pink nipples stood out proudly in response to her subtle caress. Her waist nipped in trimly beneath her full breast-mounds; her stomach was firm with just the slightest little rounded swell that she knew men always found so provocative. She imagined that they thought of it as a soft, sensuous pillow on which to rest their heads. Her hips curved out ripely and continued on down in richly proportioned contours into smooth, firm thigh and trim calves. Despite her modest height, Susan had always prided herself on her shapely legs. And there, up between her thighs, was the dark little triangle of her softly curling pussy-hair, a startling contrast to the milk-white of her smooth skin. She turned to the side a little to drink in the taut swell of her lushly ripened buttocks.
The fact that she looked upon herself as desirable but did not want men to do the same did not strike her as ironical. Her self-indulgent vanity was her own business! She didn't go around grabbing at men, did she? There was nothing undesirable about Alan Del Vecchio, physically or otherwise, but did that make it automatically necessary to pop into bed with him? No! But of course, like all men, he had interpreted her refusal as some gigantic personal failure. Well, it had been long enough since she had enjoyed the satisfying abandon of spreading her legs wide beneath the naked body of a man. Why hadn't she wanted Alan? She knew her husband was running around. Didn't she want to be made love to? Now she questioned herself critically, genuinely confused about the nature of her own emotions and desires. She used to enjoy making love with George. Those early days with her husband had been so wonderful ... she'd reached unimagined heights of sensual satisfaction again and again, only to discover on the next occasion that the peak was still to be reached, that there was even more incredible pleasure waiting for her.
Yes, it had been so good, so unbelievably good, she recalled as she slipped her black nylon nightie over her head and crawled in between the pastel striped sheets on her large bed. And part of that wonderful physical memory of how good it had been was that tousled dark hair, those searching, trusting, kindly brown eyes and that strong handsome face that had belonged to her high school sweetheart. She closed her eyes and tried to recall that face as it had been. She remembered him, for example, when he had proudly escorted her to the high school prom.
Susan's parents had never had much money, but her mother was an excellent seamstress. She had been able to copy the very gown Susan had chosen from a teen fashion magazine. It had been George's favorite color, light blue with a fitted bodice to just below her waist and long full circles of chiffon from there to the floor. It had been the most beautiful dress in the world to her then, and she remembered how daring she felt to put it on and discover that her mother had put the scoop of the back clear to her waist! Even the front was lower than anything she had ever been allowed to wear before! That evening her mother gave her a string of pearls as her parents' gift for the occasion. She remembered her mother's pride as she fastened the pearls around her lovely daughter's neck. This was going to be the most exciting night of Susan's life, she just knew it!
George had looked shy and self-conscious when he showed up in his rented tuxedo with the frilly blue shirt to blend with her gown, but all embarrassment vanished immediately when Susan's father conducted the dark-haired youth into the family room, one arm resting affectionately around the boy's shoulder. Susan still remembered how George's mouth had fallen open in incredulous awe as his gaze rested on his girlfriend who stood shyly in the middle of the room waiting for inspection, nay, compliments!
"Wow, Suzie," George had exclaimed. "You're beautiful. You're incredibly beautiful."
"Thank you," she giggled self-consciously. "You look pretty okay yourself, man!" And they'd gone off, hand in hand, their long romance rejuvenated by their new awareness of each other's physical beauty.
At the prom, they'd spent almost every number dancing in each other's arms, staring with quiet intensity into each other's eyes. Every look from George was like a spark that sent wild thrills of expectation soaring through her virginally awakening body. His very touch was like a gesture of proud ownership and her reaction in inward acknowledgement of humble submission to her boyfriend's implied mastery. Despite the importance of the occasion and the fun of laughing and talking and later dining with all their old friends, the young brunette could hardly wait to be alone with George. She knew that somehow this would be a very special evening. In the years of their playing together and finally dating, she and George had done nothing more than kiss and timidly stroke each other's bodies through their clothes. Both had silently accepted the more conservative standards that had disappeared for most of their friends. They just weren't ready to go any farther. They were waiting for more maturity, Susan thought as she analyzed it now, waiting for more feeling of independence. In the meantime, they became such close friends! Now this was their public and private coming of age party. George had his stint in the service to take care of before they could marry, but they already looked forward to that day. So tonight was the beginning of their real courtship as responsible, loving adults.
It was after four o'clock when the party broke up at Silver's Restaurant, where the class had rented an entire banquet room. Everybody was necking but George and Susan felt much too excited to make any such public display of their affections tonight. This was too important.
They wanted to be alone. So they slipped out to George's father's car, and he drove immediately to their favorite private spot near the city reservoir. Most people parked around the reservoir itself, but they had found a path into the woods that barely accommodated the car. When George had stopped and turned off the lights, he slid over from behind the wheel and gently placed an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, drawing her to him with a loving tenderness that immediately communicated itself to Susan. Without his having to say a word, her boyfriend's touch on arm and shoulder told her exactly how much he loved her, as eloquently as a volume of the most passionate verse. She rested her head against his shoulder for a few moments while they both savored the compelling expectation in the occasion.
Then George murmured her name tensely and his mouth was locked on hers, his tongue stabbing frenziedly up between her parted teeth while her own tongue shot back to meet his with answering lustful intensity. Their mouths remained heatedly locked together while their tongue fought a prolonged duel of libidinous passion, their hands groping clumsily over each other totally all in one fiery moment. Never before had their kisses been so abandoned. After the initial exploration of each other had passed, Susan gave herself up more timidly to George's amorous lead, the shy virgin in her a little startled by the extent of her own wanton passion while the heedless lover in her demanded to be taken wherever their excited bodies might lead them.
The inexperienced teenager let herself sink back against the car seat, savoring the tender exploring contact of George's lips on her own responsively searching mouth as her curly haired boyfriend kissed her repeatedly on the mouth, on the eyelids, on the nape of the neck. Susan moaned excitedly at the hot shivers that ran crazily up and down her spine as George's caressing mouth planted wet groping kisses throughout every fiber of her virginally expectant body from the tips of her ripely budding breasts to the steadily moistening flanges of her tight little pussy. She had never felt this depth of totally rousing excitement before in all her young life.
"Let's get out of the car," he whispered hoarsely. "I brought a blanket."
All hesitation evaporated in the delight such freedom promised. Quickly he spread out the blanket in the largest area they could find and pulled her carefully down to him. The agitated young girl started as she felt an incredible thrill of sensual pleasure soar throughout her helplessly trembling body as her excited young boyfriend stabbed his tongue boldly into her ear, at the same time slipping one groping hand down into the low neckline of her gauzy prom formal until it made inciting contact with the already distended bud of one firm little nipple.
"Oooooo, oh George darling, it feels so good," she couldn't keep herself from moaning as her boyfriend leaned his body more firmly against her own quivering form while he at the same time tweaked and worried her tautly erect nipple into ever growing hardness. It was so good, so good ... and she thrust her warmly tingling breast forward against the grasping hand. "You're so good to me, George. I love you," she murmured as she felt the boy's uncertain hand reach for the zipper at the back of her dress and tentatively ease it down as far as it went, which was not far, considering the low cut of the back. Then once again, the hand was caressing and teasing the one already stiffened nipple, then moving over to search out the other rubbery young nub and bring it to a matching peak of resilient tautness. Young Susan had never been fondled in this intimate way before, and she could hardly believe that such exquisite broiling passion could be summoned from her every nerve-ending just from caressing her responsively heaving breasts.
"Oh, George, make me feel good, darling." Her arms were wrapped tightly around her boyfriend's neck as she mewled naive encouragement to the excited young boy's efforts. She rained inflammatory kisses on his eyes and cheeks before her tongue again stabbed timidly at the boy's mouth until he responded masterfully.
While George's hand continued to stroke teasingly at the girl's rapidly heaving breasts, he gently pulled his head away from hers, at the same time pushing her back a little so that her head rested by itself up against the blanket. Trembling uncontrollably, Susan closed her eyes in breathless anticipation of what her young boyfriend would do next. She felt her lovely chiffon dress being drawn off her shoulders down toward her waist until she realized the cream-white mounds of her quivering breasts must be totally revealed to the boy's gaze. She felt the little excitement-sensitized nipples stiffen even further at the titillating contact with the warm early morning air as she timidly opened her eyes to see what George's response was to her wanton half-nakedness.
"You're beautiful, Susan, honey," he whispered as his fingers gently stroked her tingling young breasts. His expression in the eerie moonlight that streamed down upon them through the branches of the trees seemed to be a mixture of eager, boyish lust and almost religious awe as he surveyed the soft, warm beauty of his girlfriend's lushly developed body. He'd always realized that Susan was a very pretty girl but only tonight had he come to appreciate just how truly lovely she was. Only tonight had he come to really desire her body for all its ripening womanhood as much as he had desired her companionship and support as a trusted friend.
The apprehensive girl was delighted to see that George obviously appreciated her naked voluptuous beauty as much as she'd always known and believed he would. She saw in his eyes both love and desire, a combination that made her realize fully for the first time what a marvelous thing it could be to be a woman, a woman made beautiful and desirable just by the very knowledge that someone she loved, loved arid desired her. Gingerly, the inexperienced teenage girl reached toward her own nakedly tingling breasts and caressed them timidly with her hands as though offering their swelling voluptuousness up to her admiring boyfriend's welcome attention.
"I'm glad you like me, darling," she whispered with tense excitement, astonished at the frenzied beating of her heart beneath her left hand. She felt totally unable to quell the expectant trembling throughout her half-naked body as she watched the boy's wide-eyed gaze descend lower and lower. Then at last the erotic suspense was broken as she felt her young admirer's lips close over the tender bud of one feverishly stiffened little nipple. The immediate wildly pleasurable sensation was totally unlike anything the pretty virgin had ever known or even dreamed of knowing.
"Oh, my God," Susan breathed unconsciously into the hushed silence of the early morning air. She had never before in her life used an expletive ... aloud, that is ... but she sought the most intense words she could find to express the unbelievable stimulation that soared from her taut, saliva-coated little nipple to every sense center in her lust-alerted young body. She could feel a genuine physical excitation at her damply aroused vagina at the same time as the dauntless tongue licked again and again at her overly sensitive breasts. The girl's shoes had long ago fallen into some shrubbery near her feet and her toes curled erotically in savoring response to the repeated, hotly provoking tongue lavings. It was as though her whole passion-heightened young body were being baptized at once into the lewdly erotic possibilities of the tormenting pleasures.
Responding intensely and automatically to the hotly growing lust-tendrils, the abandoned brunette high-schooler wound both her hands passionately in her boyfriend's hair and pulled his dark head down even closer to her fitfully heaving breast. "Oh, darling," she mumbled, "you're making me feel so good." The passion-thickened voice was scarcely recognizable as her own, but that brief thought vanished with all the others as the captivated virgin gave herself totally to the erotic titillation that her inexperienced boyfriend was administering so well to her full, moistly tingling breast. From time to time his teeth grated gently against the soft rubbery nub of her stiffened nipple, and this added thrill was enough to send the girl to new heights of wantonly abandoned enjoyment.
Encouraged by the exciting approval of his girlfriend's hand in his hair, young George bent all his most fervent energy to nipping and laving tirelessly at the deliciously responding nipple that he was savoring for the very first time. While one hand tweaked and stroked Susan's other swelling round breast, his mouth tasted and reveled in every inch of the soft warm flesh beneath his lips. Then he exchanged his attentions, fastening his lips around the other, cooler, nub-hard little nipple while his nearest hand rose to fondle her rigid bud already lewdly slicked with his saliva. From time to time the hand moved farther down off the velvety smooth rise of the girl's quaking breast to the satin-soft contours of her firm little belly. His hand stroked the sleek exciting skin lustfully, caressing her stomach as far as her navel and then slipping around under her hips to sample and caress the beginning swell of Susan's responsively churning buttocks.
The young girl had now surrendered herself completely to her beloved boyfriend's pleasure-bringing lips and hands. She wriggled her full swelling hips lewdly down against his body and then when her undulating buttocks came into contact with George's hand, gyrated her rounded ass-cheeks in taunting little circles boldly down against his questing hand.
Never had she dreamed of such overwhelming pleasure ... never! And there could be no question of its being wrong. This was George, the George she had learned to love and understand and care for all their lives of play and adolescent courtship. They weren't just rash experimenters investigating the hidden secrets of love-making. They really loved each other as much as any two people could love each other. They were going to be married one day. It couldn't be wrong for them to get to know each other's bodies better.
As George's hand slipped farther and farther down into the back of Susan's half-removed dress, the wispy material crept slowly down over the wriggling curves of her passion-possessed hips and loins until George got his first glimpse of a few stray wisps of softly curling pussy hair as he lowered his mouth from her moistly tingling breast to pay oral homage to the smooth flesh of her abandonedly gyrating belly. The boy's heart leaped into his throat as he raised his head between kisses to stare in excited wonder at the dark little cunt hairs peeking up out from her white panties that signaled the location of his girlfriend's hot little vaginal-hole, the goal he had dreamed so often of unveiling and then fucking wild. He could feel his already rock-hard young cock jerk lustily in his pants as he raised a hand to pull the gauzy material of her panties and her dress down just a little farther until the whole glistening triangle was obscenely revealed to his salaciously riveted gaze. He sucked in his breath sharply as he thought that this hair-hidden little pussy might at last be his ... that his stiffly aching penis might at last know the pure inciting pleasure of fucking its whole passion-hardened length far up into lovely Susan's warm, wet little cunt.
"George, what are you doing?" he heard his young girlfriend murmur timidly above him as his eyes searched the half-light of early morning for a glimpse of the moist pink furrow concealed beneath the soft tangle of her pussy-hair.
"I just want to look at you all naked, Susan," he whispered reassuringly up at her as he pulled the dress and the flimsy panties farther down over her smoothly gleaming white thighs. "You're so beautiful, baby. I want to see all of you." The boys' breath was coming in hoarse gasps as one hand reached up as though to touch the exposed nakedness of Susan's vulnerable cuntal triangle.
"I don't know, darling. I'm afraid," Susan trembled as she felt her most secret treasure being ruthlessly exposed to the silent witness of the intensifying early morning light. She trusted George implicitly, how could she not, after so many years of knowing his every thought, deed and aspiration? But still the startling, rather horrifying fact that she was now lying almost totally naked in a not particularly dense wooded area inspired her with a sudden desire to draw back and think things out. Yes, his hand worming over the nakedness of her breasts and up between her thighs felt wonderful, and she couldn't believe what they had done so far was wrong.
Feeling the urgent need to comfort his frightened girl friend, to keep her from any sudden decision that would immediately put an end to this extraordinary night of passion, George helped her lie back more comfortably on the blanket as he leaned over to kiss her hotly and intensely, full on the mouth. Awkwardly, he straddled his body over hers so that he could feel the exciting titillation of her naked breasts poking pertly up against his shirt front and revel in the obscene knowledge that his hard, aching cock was now poised lasciviously over her virginal, hair-lined pussy with only his tuxedo pants to separate them. The heated excitement of the moment was almost too much to bear as he ran a hand along the silken contours of her trembling nakedness beneath him, stroking the naked outer swell of her breast, her hip, her buttocks. God, she was beautiful!
Overwhelmed by the scintillating excitement of George's masterful caress, Susan gave herself up to the intense liquid heat of his darting, probing tongue obscenely licking and teasing into every corner of her submissively receptive mouth. It felt so good to have his weight on top of her, commanding her, subduing her, giving the tantalizing comfort of his omnipotent body over hers. The young girl reveled wantonly in the masochistic excitement of knowing she was no longer in charge, that this strong, libidinous male was taking full control of her undetermined lustful instincts. She wanted to be told that this was right, this was what they must do. And the powerful pressure of George's body on hers gave her that reassurance.
Then she felt it! As she responded gratefully and voraciously to the hungrily darting tongue prodding at the inner recesses of her mouth, she was suddenly aware of the hard, compelling pressure bearing down on her nakedly defenseless young cunt. At first she couldn't decide what that firm relentless presence could be, and then she realized with a hot overwhelming stab that began as fear but ended as raw, salacious desire that this was her boyfriend's penis, fully distended and aching to be freed from its harsh confinement in George's tight trousers. The obscene threat that his young cock was hard and throbbing because of her, because it wanted to fuck her filled her filled her with perverse pangs of steadily soaring arousal. She began to writhe more energetically beneath the boy's long, intense kiss, her hands running up and down George's back with a fitful groping energy born of a livid desire that threatened to consume the young virgin in the raging bonfire of salaciously uncontrolled, self-indulgent lust.
"Oh, George, George," she mumbled into the boy's lewdly devouring mouth as she undulated her ass-cheeks provocatively back against his searching, caressing hand. It felt so good to have a boy's hands crawling over her naked skin, so wonderful. To think she'd never known what she'd been missing!
The boy felt that his steadily building passion had reached a peak where he had no choice but to give it release. He had to free his fervently throbbing penis from the harsh confinement of his trousers before he burst. Excitedly, he reached down between their bodies and fumbled inexpertly at the fly.
"Oh, Susan, Suzie," he murmured passionately, experiencing almost the same acute mixture of longing and trepidation that he imagined his lovely girl friend had been feeling. At last he freed his wildly throbbing member from the confusion of material at his fly and gasped as his sensitively swollen cock-head made its first contact with the soft wispy hairs covering Susan's naked young cunt. He could feel them tickling hotly against the heavily throbbing head of it and it almost drove him crazy.
The young brunette's eyes flew open as she felt the unmistakable presence of a rigidly heated penis against her vulnerably exposed vagina. Oh, my gosh, she thought abruptly, her addled brain suddenly crystal clear in the realization that she was actually on the verge of letting him fuck her ... that if she didn't do something quickly she was going to experience the hard probing thrust of that awesomely stiffened instrument fucking far up inside her tight young belly. She loved George, she certainly wanted him, but ... she had to think ... she couldn't let it happen all at once like this.
"George, George, darling. I'm afraid. We've got to stop," she whispered timidly, not wanting to frustrate her boyfriend's obviously well-advanced desires, but not wanting, either, to leap into something she wasn't quite prepared for.
The next moment she was surprised to hear George groan, a low, throaty groan that was soon followed by a wetly heated flood over her trembling pussy "curls" and up between her nakedly quaking thighs. George's body, until now tense with passion, relaxed noticeably as he buried his face in her silky hair and eased himself off her warm body, his softening young cock laying wetly on the flesh of her belly. Despite her virginity, Susan knew enough to realize her boyfriend had just cum up between her nakedly spread legs. The thought, filled her with a strange kind of power and satisfaction. She had in a certain way been able to satisfy dear George's uncontrollably aroused passion. At the same time, she had managed to put off the inevitable moment when her precious virginity would be fucked away from her forever. In the calmness of her innocently satisfied passion she squeezed her wetly flooded pussy lips together between her thighs and stroked George's thick dark hair lovingly, reflecting that now there was not the slightest doubt in her mind about her and George's destiny. They loved each other. They would belong to each other. It didn't really matter how soon or how late she actually lost her virginity, there were many ways they could bring each other pleasure. The young school-girl gently kissed her boyfriend's cheek and felt his hot young cum trickle slowly down between her naked asscheeks. She had never felt so happy in her life.
There were tears in the weary waitress' eyes as she slowly roused herself from her reminiscences. They were tears shed for the naive young girl who could have no idea that her precious happiness would one day turn to dust. No more George. No more of the innocent physical ecstasy they had planted so abortively but had eventually cultivated to healthy young bloom in the beginning of their marriage. The plant had been ruthlessly torn up by the roots as a result of the absolute idiocy of male greed. The unhappy brunette reached over to turn off the light, then pulled the pale striped sheet comfortingly over her head as she turned to lie on her side. At last she was purged and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
It was getting on close to three o'clock and Susan Benson could not have been more relieved. She had hardly been able to keep her eyes open all day. She had served an irascible old man tea instead of coffee and a jolly, understanding woman coffee instead of tea. When the lunch crowd came in for their sandwiches, there were no submarines because she had forgotten about them completely. Betty said it was her fault because she hadn't remembered them either. There was some truth in that except that because Susan always made them, it was no wonder Betty didn't think. The dishwashing went so slowly that nothing got caught up. Betty didn't say a thing, but, bless her, she did try hard to run around and made up for Susan's bumbling. Even the boy called Harris was extra polite today. Everyone seemed to sense that there was not too much she would be able to cope with. Actually Harris was somewhat ashamed of his antics the previous morning although he would never have admitted it to anyone. Anyway, they had all come for their donuts and left without incident. Even Tony sensed that today was not a day to make the young waitress uncomfortable with his lewd glances.
She had just put on her jacket and had returned briefly to the front of the store for her purse under the counter when she noticed Rodney, his large hands holding a dress box on the counter, his quizzical eyes hunting around the shop and finally finding her.
"I brought the seeds," he announced simply and brightly. Then he noticed her coat and the weary look on her face. "Oh, are you going home?" he asked. "Don't you feel well?"
She came to where he leaned against the stool. "I always get off at this time, Rodney," she smiled, dreaming of the bath and good strong drink she had in mind. Her flower garden seemed incredibly remote. The embarrassed youngster continued hurriedly, obviously afraid he had chosen the wrong time to seek her attention. "Maybe I should just go and we can do it another time." The boy made a half-hearted attempt to turn away, but Susan quickly reached out to grasp his shoulder.
"No, Rodney," she cried with a touch of desperation in her voice. If he walked out on her, too, this new young friend, she didn't know what she'd do. She was startled to realize that she would worry all evening about whether or not he would ever show up again. "I'm exhausted right now," she admitted. "But I'll be fine once I get to more comfortable surroundings. Tell, you what. Do you have a car?" He had ready access to his brother's car, he told her. She gave him her address. "Why don't you give me a couple of hours to get in shape and then come out to see me? Then you can see how many seeds I'll need, too."
"Yeah," he responded enthusiastically. "That's a great idea!" Susan was relieved and pleased to see wide-eyed delight replace the solemn gloom on his blond, blue-eyed face. She wasn't sure if Alan Del Vecchio would approve of what she was suggesting. But what the heck! It was after three o'clock, her own time! Her intentions were certainly honorable enough, and it really would be much more convenient to discuss her gardens right there where the ground could be studied if necessary.
"Okay, then, it's settled," she told the excited boy as she squeezed his hand in place of a handshake and started to turn back into the storeroom. "See you later, Rodney." She had no difficulty in sounding cheerful this time. The thought that she would not be alone all evening boosted her spirits immensely.
"Mm .,. . Susan," she told him.
Susan realized when she got into her car and was driving along Chestnut Street toward the outskirts of town that she was actually as excited as a young girl looking forward to her first date. Silly of her, she thought, but she looked upon it as a natural reaction to relief from loneliness. She would have company that she could trust tonight, and she might at the same time be encouraging a budding career. She wondered if Rodney merely sold the seeds or whether he had any creative talent in designing a garden. It would be interesting to find out. He seemed to have the sensitivity that suggested an artist. Perhaps she could help him discover his own talents.
Delighted to have something new and innocently exciting to occupy her thoughts, Susan began to plan what the boy might like to eat and drink while they discussed the seeds. She stopped at a bakery she knew and bought some little chocolate-dripped scones filled with whipped cream, as well as a half dozen turnovers. She stopped at the corner store on her own street to pick up a variety of soft drinks and some potato chips. On second thought she picked up some Olympia beer as well. She did not know much about beers but the man told her that this was what the boys drank on the sly.
She then continued home and as soon as she had opened the front door, she immediately walked straight to the bathroom and began running herself a hot bath, adding a generous helping of rose scented salts to the steaming water. It would feel good to treat herself to a nice long soak and then step out feeling relaxed and delicately feminine, as she always did after a perfumed bath.
Her bath completed and her long silky hair pinned carelessly under a flowered shower cap, Susan slipped on a fresh set of underwear. Why she chose the flesh-colored lace set, her very best, she didn't know. But it was what she wanted and tonight she was pampering herself. She then decided to wear her large, floor-length quilted floral skirt with a simple purple jersey with cap sleeves and a scoop neck. Perhaps the jersey was more alluring than proper, she noted. It hardly covered the swelling mounds of her voluptuous breasts. On the other hand, the skirt carefully concealed all of her other swells and curves so this ameliorated her slight pangs of guilt.
Humming softly to herself about red roses and blue ladies, the pretty woman mixed a double Bombay martini with three large olives and then stretched out on the couch to revel in the supreme joy of doing absolutely nothing. Susan was pleased to find that the lingering warmth of the bath along with the soothing effects of the martini soon combined to leave her feeling as though a soft wooly cloud had picked her up and was wafting her about the room. The vague headache that had accompanied her weariness all day had totally disappeared and the depression of the night before was an unreal memory. Now she would be able to give her full enthusiastic attention to the gardens she wished to plant shortly.
Pleased with the results of her first double martini, Susan soon mixed herself another two with the left-over olive she had not finished. She opened the chips so as to put something on her stomach. Then she lit the oven and placed a couple of turnovers inside with the heat on low. She then sliced some roast beef and made herself a generous sandwich with soya bread. Again she found herself humming the red roses song and laughed to herself. An old memory flickered briefly in her mind. George had brought red roses to go with her blue gown. But she was being carried along by an exhilarated mood that was too strong for nostalgia to spoil tonight. She might not be expecting a lover, she thought with self-contradictory regret but it was sweet to look forward to innocent boyish company that demanded nothing of her but a sale of flower seeds and no maneuvering into the bedroom!
When the door chimes sounded, Susan actually danced to the door with a quickened beating of her heart. She swung the door open and gaily beamed at the startled youth. Rodney stood on the landing, a broad, ingenuous grin on his face and the box of seeds across his arms. "Hi, Susan!" he said brightly as he waited for her to motion him in. Then he walked past her into the living room where he turned around to look at her appreciatively while she closed the front door and turned to face him.
Staring at her tight purple top, he said, "Wow, that skirt is sure a winner, Susan! You look beautiful even without the pink uniform!" His blue eyes studied her with rising excitement. "I never realized...." he said and stopped, blushing. With all the awkwardness of a typical teenager, he had talked himself into a corner, a sentence that he dared not complete. After a thoughtful moment, he completed lamely, " ... you're a real woman too, not just a waitress."
"Thank you, Rodney," Susan was annoyed to realize she was actually blushing, and she determined to slow down on the martinis at once. "Why don't you come and sit on the couch and we'll have a look at your seeds. This is really exciting for me, Rodney. I'm honored to have expert help in planning my garden." The alcohol-animated brunette realized she was perhaps laying it on a little thick, but her compliments, meant sincerely enough, were immediately rewarded by the obvious burst of pride that showed on the boy's face when she called him an expert. She realized instantly, even through the haze now enveloping her thinking process, that he really did plan to do more than sell seeds.
"Well, Susan," he retorted a little shyly, "I don't know that I'm an expert yet, but I have been doing a few gardens for a couple of years now so I have ideas. Here's some pictures," he said proudly, handing her a little plastic folder of a dozen or so colored prints."
"My goodness, how beautiful!" she marveled and indeed they were all of lush beds of flowers, just the way she dreamed she would someday have. She had no taste for the kind of garden that had a blossom here and six inches away another blossom there.
"They're wild gardens," Rodney explained, blushing slightly. "It's the only kind I really like and my neighbors don't know the difference so that's what they get."
"What do you mean by wild gardens? Wild flowers?" she asked surprised.
"No. They just look kind of wild, that's all."
"I understand!" she said, giddy with the realization that the child's tastes were very much like her . own: a mass of flowers carefully planned to look as though they were growing in disarray. "Oh, I forgot. There's a huge half of a roast beef sandwich in the kitchen that I just couldn't eat. Could you? Also, will you shut off the heat in the oven for me."
"Sure," he exclaimed as he bounced off the couch.
"And please get yourself a soda in the refrigerator!" she called after him. "or ... or a beer, if you like," she said a little more weakly, not quite sure she should.
Then she began to thumb through the various packets of seeds. There seemed to be no two alike and she fell in love with each one she saw!
"Don't try to figure anything out yet," he called with usual male mastery from the kitchen. "Just see what you like!"
She finally decided to give up on the flower packets and concentrate on the pictures of gardens he had already done. By the time he returned she had a good idea what parts she wanted, if possible, in her own gardens. The flower packets did not show the effect of a bunch of flowers planted together whereas the pictures made up for this deficit. When he finally came back, balancing two plates and a beer ... she had forgotten that she had left her half of the sandwich unfinished ... she told him this. While he sat down and got himself organized, she continued to study the pictures. He had been apprehensive about her opinion of his work, but he thought he'd detected in her face little glimmers of real appreciation. Feeling now that he could relax fully on the point of how his work was to be treated, he began to pay more attention to the strange surroundings and the older woman seated at the other end of the couch.
Rodney had taken the beer and between gulps of that, he decided that Susan had a very nice house and that he would love to design her gardens to go with it. He also wondered if she didn't find it lonely to live all alone like this. He looked more closely at the attractive waitress, his young heart swelling with tender compassion at the thought that this wonderful woman might be lonely. How terrible! He didn't want Susan ever to have to feel bad. She seemed like such a terrific person. The generous youth felt at this moment that he'd do anything in the world to make the lovely waitress happy. Not recognizing what was happening to his emotions, he dreamed of spending his entire life in devotion to this beautiful woman who was kind and patient and who was showering him with understanding and admiration such as he had never known before in his whole, emotionally deprived life. Fancy his mother caring about a garden! Or even about him!
As the beer inspired him with a feeling of easy contentment, he leaned back more comfortably on the couch and gave Susan a really thorough going over. Nope, he hadn't imagined it. Jesus! She was really gorgeous! Those beautiful big tits of hers stood out just as firm and luscious-looking as a couple of ripe cantaloupes. He wished he could just once feel the pretty woman's arms wrapped comfortingly around his neck while he nibbled happily at her pink stiffened nipples, his head cushioned against the ample swell of her full heaving breasts. That was Rodney Seeger's recent conception of heaven, and he'd thought of little else ever since the curvaceous brunette with the glisten in her silky hair had forced started working at Del Vecchio's Sandwich Shop. The other kids had noticed his smitten partiality for her and he'd undergone a lot of razzing on the point. But he didn't care. It had all been worth it because right now he was all alone with the beautiful Susan, and she was about to let him help her with her garden. Rodney wouldn't have changed places with the Shah of Iran at that moment!
Noting at last that he'd drained that last drops of his beer, the excited teenager determined woozily to get another one. He was sure Susan wouldn't mind. She treated him as an equal, which was a whole lot more than any other adult he knew had ever done.
"I think you should show people these pictures all the time," Susan interrupted his thoughts. "It's much easier for me to see what I like by looking at these," she murmured.
His heart was swelling with pride. "Do ... do you mind if I get another beer?" he asked.
"No," she said without thinking and then realizing that he was going to the kitchen, she remembered the turnovers. "You know I hate to bother you again, Rodney, but there are two turnovers in the oven...."
"Right on!" he said, indicating to her that he got the message.
When he returned to the living room, two dishes in one hand and another beer in the other, Susan beckoned to him to settle down on her end of the couch. "Let me show you what I like," she said enthusiastically. "What is this gorgeous mass of white here. It's such a lovely tall backdrop!"
"Let me see," he took the picture from her and squinted at it as though he didn't know them all by heart. "That's sneezewort," he explained. "It lasts well."
"Sneezewort!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her fine little nose, "I think that's a terrible name!" She grinned at him. "Do you mind if I rename it?"
"I ... I don't mind," he stuttered, a little confused. Uneasy, he pointed to the taller flowers toward the right of the picture. "See, against the house, I put taller flowers in back and these you don't see anywhere, do you?" He was indicating a clump of tall blue haze. Quickly he pulled the appropriate seed packet from his collection. "These are Blue Daisies," he explained, obviously proud of something. "No one around here ever heard of them before I started selling them and planting them. See, I use them with Chamomile, the tiny white heads, and Golden Marguerite, which is this." He pulled from among his seeds a sample of each flower and placed them in the order in which he had used them in the garden they were examining. She was truly amazed, not only by the beauty of the garden but by how well he presented his product. Of course, he obviously loved it and there was a good part of his secret.
"That's Lupine," she pointed to some tall thin yellow rods that were scattered in and around the white Chamomile and Blue Daisies bump against what proved to be in the picture that belonged to the right of this one, a beautiful clump of lavender Chrysanthemums.
"No," he smiled, enjoying her mistake yet kindly making excuses for her. "It looks like Lupine belongs to the Peas and Aaron's Rod belongs to the Violets!" Her pretty blue eyes were looking at him almost worshipfully. He couldn't believe it! Oh what a garden he would plant for her if only she would let him. "I've got a picture here using Culver's Root," he said. "If you have shade, it looks super!" He pointed to another very tall plant.
Susan could not restrain an impulse to place her hand over his. His skin was so boyishly soft. "What are those?" she asked of little clumps of pink that seemed to be bordering the sidewalk end of a walk. "They look very familiar."
"Sweet William," he whispered, not knowing he was only whispering. It was just that her hand was unexpected and he simply did not know how to react.
"And these?" she too whispered and pointed to some blue. He pulled a seed packet from his collection with his free hand.
"Fleabane," he said. They were little golden clocks with blue rays. Susan thought how young this boy was and yet how dangerously close she was coming to true amorous passion. He was such a fine boy, so gentle, so trusting, so talented and so ... so ... handsome. She found she was caressing the young hand she held in hers! Her immediate embarrassment caused her to drop the hand with a suddenness as though it had just burned her. Then she watched with sinking heart as Rodney, a forlorn look on his face, shuffled through his packets of seeds as though he were trying to speak and couldn't find the words. Neither could he look at her.
Susan could have kicked herself as she saw and understood how her actions now made her look patronizing. She wanted desperately to make amends, but she wasn't quite sure how to go about it. As she looked at the handsome young teenager next to her, the edge of his blond hair giving him a wispy aura and his dimples flickering as he pressed his lips together in embarrassment, she was struck with how good it had felt to hold his strong hand in hers ... it had felt so smooth and flawless, yet at the same time so masculine and comforting.
Little tingling sensations danced over her breasts and belly, and her body heat seemed to be rising, making her feel very eager and animated. She suddenly felt very confident that she would be able to mend this slight rift between her and the boy. They were important to each other, she guessed. He wasn't going to just walk out and desert her the way Alan Del Vecchio had last night, the way that George Benson she used to know had done with another woman! Her alcohol-dilated eyes studied the boy's clean-cut profile for a moment, then drifted downward to scan his lean boyish body. He was so beautiful, so fresh and handsome, a perfectly perfect example of young manhood, she decided. His flesh was so warm and vibrant, she remembered, feeling again the touch of his hand in hers. My God, what was she thinking of?
For a moment, the slightly inebriated waitress was furious with herself for even daring to think about this naive teenager in such a perversely lustful way. But then, she corrected herself, it was natural enough that she should remark upon the boy's beauty, it was the first thing one noticed about him. She could accept him for what he was, a strong handsome young man without necessarily having to feel that she had evil designs on his perfect young body. No, if she and Rodney were going to be friends, she would certainly have to accept this aspect of him ... beauty, his guileless desirability.
Shaking her head as though to drive these dangerous musings far out of reach, she rose and went into the kitchen, her empty glass in her hand. There she battled with herself over whether or not she really ought to have another martini. God, she was thirsty for it. She decided upon a single this time. One last single, she promised herself, popping two large olives into the glass and almost causing the martini to spill over the top. As she as replacing the olives in the refrigerator, she noticed the scones. Placing her martini on the counter, she reached for a fancy plate, for some reason, arranged the scones on it as artistically as she knew how, and returned with them and the martini to her young blond visitor.
He looked up as she came in and his eyes looked just a little red around the rims. "Would you like another beer?" she asked.
"No thanks," he said. He was trying mightily to return to a business-like frame of mind. In one hand he held a packet with the picture of a little clump of deep blue flowers in the shape of little stars. "These are Bellflowers," he explained, keeping his tone as even as he could. "Your soil is sandy in the front so these would be nice lining the walk." She noticed a little quiver in his lower lip. Now she placed the scones in front of him. As she sat down, she tried to return to the flowers with him and picked up whatever her hand happened to fall on.
"Oh," she murmured. "Love-in-a-mist?" Startled, she dropped it back on the pile but it did intrigue her. The little blue flower had five petals enshrined in a haze of spiky stems. "It is lovely," she whispered, "just the same!" Oh, she had had enough. She took the box from his lap and placed it on the coffee table out of the way. "Have a scone ... please," she begged but he didn't move. As she raised a hand to reach for the dish, her gaze fell inadvertently to the crotch of young Rodney's trousers where it was caught and held by the very perceptible bulge that strained stiffly against the material. Something in her lust-and-alcohol-addled brain told her she should pretend not to have noticed that the boy was becoming physically excited by her nearness, but she was too mesmerized by the promising swell of the hard hidden cock-shaft to conceal her avid interest. When she finally raised her eyes, she found that the boy's wide blue eyes were fixed on her, a blush of embarrassment struggling with a shy smile on his handsome features.
"My goodness, it's hard," the frustrated waitress found herself murmuring before she had a chance to hold the words in check. "Rodney," she said in a low voice as she moved even closer to the teenager on the couch, one hand reaching out to again clasp his. There was no use in fighting it, she told herself. She had to explain to the handsome boy how she felt. She couldn't go on letting him think she thought nothing more of him than any salesman who might rap on the door. And the stiffened bulge in his pants reminded her forcefully of her own long pent-up feelings of sexual frustration ... feelings that she hadn't let come to the fore till now ... that had resisted the charms of a good-looking man like Alan Del Vecchio but were helpless prey to the exciting nearness of this sixteen year old boy. "Your flowers are lovely. I'd trust you implicitly with my gardens if you would do them for me."
Rodney was thunder-struck! He was certainly relieved that they were friends again after all! It made him feel good to be near her, but he'd been embarrassed to feel his cock jerking into urgent hardness in his pants almost as soon as the pretty waitress took her place next to him. He'd hoped she hadn't noticed, and the feeling of physical excitement had only helped intensify the enthusiasm with which he had begun showing her the various flowers and the techniques he used in his gardens. Then when the older woman removed the box and noticed the rude swelling between his legs, he thought she might get holier than thou with him again, maybe even make him go home. But on second thought he couldn't really see Susan doing anything like that to him. After all, they were already special friends, weren't they?-friends who had been through a tense misunderstanding together and had come out of it feeling even better about each other than before-at least that was the way he felt. But now he could only tremble drunkenly in a combination of virginal fear and excitement as he felt the voluptuous older woman's hands stroking and caressing his cheeks, for Susan had indeed reached up and turned the teenager's face down toward her own and stroked him. Now she was slowly drawing him closer to her moistly parted lips. In a shattering .whirl of awed comprehension, the incredulous youngster suddenly realized that this beautiful woman was about to kiss him, right on the mouth!
Rodney's blue eyes closed apprehensively as he felt the first soft searching touch of her lips on his eager mouth. Much as he'd daydreamed about it, he'd never actually believed that anything like this would actually happen to him, but now that it was, he knew his wildest imaginings were only a pale shadow of the real thing. She was so fantastic, this beautiful waitress with the pure silk hair! Her lips felt like silk too, but warm and soft. He didn't know for sure what the slightly tipsy older woman had in mind, but he sure hoped it was going to last a long time. He could really get into this kissing business!
"Oh, Rodney, you're marvelous," Susan breathed when she finally raised her lips from his. "Was it good for you too, darling? Did you like kissing me as much as you thought you would?"
"Gosh, Susan, how did you know?" Rodney stumbled incredulously. Since she didn't answer, he continued. "You're the greatest. I never dreamed of anything that good in my whole life!" The boy felt awkwardly shy and intensely excited at the same time, and he would never have got up the nerve to make his next request if his hard pounding cock hadn't been throbbing almost unbearably in his pants, urging him to indulge his rapidly building lust. "Can ... can we do it again ... please?"
His boyish timidity sent a surge of joyous passion surging through Susan's lustfully aroused body, but still she hesitated, torn between her body's urgent need to feel again the honeyed softness of the boy's lips and the horrifying awareness that she was treading forbidden ground. She was excruciatingly conscious of the excited blue eyes blazing over her voluptuous body, visually exploring every molded contour as though he wanted to emblazon her picture on his soul forever. She felt her moral qualms slipping away like sand from sieve.
Suddenly the decision was taken out of her hands as Rodney jumped to his feet and grasped her hands, tugging her up in front of him. Before she knew what was happening, the aroused youth had gathered her awkwardly in his strong arms, jamming his lips desperately against her half-open mouth. The astonished waitress opposed him for only a moment, for her feeble gestures of resistance were no match for the surging desire that tingled like a thousand sparklers through every nerve ending of her love-starved body. Finally overwhelmed by the boy's frank eager desire, she surrendered lovingly to the trembling grip of his groping inexperienced large hands.
Rodney was quite a bit taller than his diminutive friend, but the height difference was just comfortable as Susan turned her face upward to receive his ardently exploring kisses. She reveled in the implied mastery of his dominating height and meekly allowed her lips to part before the violent hunger of the youth's soul consuming kiss. She pressed against his youthful frame until she could feel her full heaving breasts flattening against the firm hardness of her lover's chest. Her last inhibition lost, Susan explored his lips with the tip of her avidly probing tongue. The long months of loneliness had taken their toll on her nerves and will, and now she wanted nothing more than to stay forever in this thrilling warmth of her devoted Rodney's arms!
Suddenly the spell was shattered by the unmistakable prod of the boy's stiffening penis against her quilted hip. The pale-haired youngster was holding her breathlessly tight against his trembling teenage body, and the lovely waitress abruptly realized she was arousing the inexperienced boy beyond all control. She could hear his breath urgently against her pinioned body, as though he were trying to find makeshift relief for the unaccustomed erotic pressure in his loins. She wriggled and moaned in confused protest against his relentless caress, but he seemed not to notice her even closer to his hard young frame.
"Rodney, darling, wait a minute. Okay?" she coaxed her young friend as she finally managed to pull her face away from his hungrily seeking mouth. The idea that she had driven the vulnerable teenager to this feverish state sobered her slightly, and she nervously disentangled herself from the strong enfolding arms. There was simply no excuse for what she was doing to this trusting youth, and the intoxicated still-married woman realized now with sudden ominous clarity that she must stop this dangerous business right now before it was too late for both of them.
Even as she was fighting her mental battle, somewhere deep within her Susan knew she was fooling herself. For it was already too late for her hotly pulsing pussy. The time for exercising self-control was long gone. Even as she stepped back away from the boy and attempted to will some self-control into her release-denied body, she heard a thick sultry voice scarcely recognizable as her own saying, "Rodney, darling, it's so awfully hard. It must be bothering you. Do you want me to take it out and make it feel better?"
A rampant surge of excitement soared throughout her sex-starved body as the drink-addled woman thrilled to her own erotic words and the obvious effect they were having on her dumbfounded companion. Rodney stood before her, his blue eyes wide and unbelieving as they followed her gaze which now dropped back down toward the formidable bulge in his trousers where a little dark spot on the material betrayed the gathering passion smoldering there in his rock-hard cock-shaft.
Susan ran her eyes over the rest of the youth's not quite fully developed body, her desire-and-drink-hazed stare coming to rest once more on the reciprocating look of mixed desire and confusion that spoke eloquently of the virginal struggle raging in young Rodney's eager mind. With a little smile that combined love and lust, Susan reached out and pressed her fingertips against the swell in the front of the boy's pants. As her hand outlined the length of his rampantly distended member, she felt it throb and jerk even more urgently inside his pants.
"Ahhhh, Susan, what are you doing?" Rodney whispered in confusion, timid and at the same time hopeful that his beautiful friend was going to introduce him to some new incredible experience that he'd been waiting for all his life and that he'd heard enough about from other guys.
"I'm going to make you feel good, darling. I'm going to make that bothersome old bulge go away." The young woman's eyes burned with the building lust that now held sway over her inebriated mind as well as her frustratedly tortured body. There was no doubt now that she would have to do something to relieve the turgid physical excitement that she had provoked in her young admirer's inexperienced loins. It would be wrong of her to leave him with that stiff aching cock that she, herself, had caused to spring to pulsing erect life.
A little shiver of salacious arousal ran up and down the lonely older woman's spine as she reveled again in the thought that it was she who had inspired that big erection in the handsome teenager's pants, she whose very nearness had driven him to the obscenely stiffened peak of urgent adolescent desire. Of course, there were limits that she could not allow herself to violate. What she was contemplating was wrong in itself, but it was the lesser of evils. And in a way it was a kindness. The boy obviously needed relief so badly. She would just stroke his hard young cock for him, make him cum so he wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable anymore. That was all.
Her mind was now swept clear of illusions about virtuously putting an end to her and the boy's love-play. Susan's hand now reached for the zipper of Rodney's pants and began to pull it down. "Don't worry, Rodney darling." Her lust-thickened voice was soothing. "I'm going to make it feel better. Your penis feels so nice and hard through your pants, darling. I want to touch it, to feel it all stiff and warm in my hands."
Rodney's pale face now glowed pink with the rampant excitement of his hostess's goading words. He wasn't sure exactly what the older woman intended to do, but his awesomely stiffened penis jerked violently in his pants each time the lovely aroused brunette spoke. And it felt so good to have her hand roaming over the distended thickness of his still concealed cock while the other hand struggled busily with his zipper.
The breathless sixteen year old just couldn't believe that any of this was really happening to him, but he was certainly happy now that he had steered clear of the promiscuous girls at school in spite of the razzing he took from his friends. He felt that if he had not then this would never have happened to him. And this was more than he'd ever dared dream of, to think that the beautiful waitress from Del Vecchio's might actually ever want to take his hard young cock right in her hands! He must be dreaming, but he knew it had to be real, cause he could never stay asleep with his cock feeling as incredibly good as it did right at this very minute. The inexperienced boy felt a surge of pride to think that the tender feelings he had felt for Susan were actually returned! This gorgeous woman really cared about him! Wow, it was too much to believe! Nothing even remotely as good had ever happened to him before in all his young life.
Too preoccupied with her struggle with the difficult zipper in Rodney's pants to worry about what thoughts might be passing through his mind, Susan Benson obeyed the inclination of her rising lust and leaned forward to claim a deep throaty kiss from her lover's inexperienced lips. Thrusting her arrogantly probing tongue far up into his open mouth, she hungrily investigated the warm mystery within while her busy fingers caressed the front of the teenager's bulging pants. Then, finally solving the dilemma of the tangled clothes and zipper, she grabbed the tab and pulled it smoothly all the way down, her heart beating like a sledgehammer as her raging lust took full possession of her quivering body and mind. She had to feel the warm urgent heartbeat of his naked cock. She had to!
The teenage boy drew a long tremulous breath as he felt his companion's excitedly exploring hand delving into the opening of his pants. All at once he shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the eager warmth of her searching fingers encircle the shaft of his hard pulsing penis. The initial contact of her hand on his expectant cock was almost more than the virginal youth could bear. He felt he was on the verge of cumming immediately from sheer nervous excitement as disconnected images of past and present, dreams of sexual experience and reality of school locker room stories, swam confusedly through his drink-fogged brain. He thought momentarily of the guys and how they kidded him about his crush on the pretty waitress. Wouldn't it be something if they could see him with Susan's hand around his steel hard cock? Ten to one they wouldn't be laughing then. But, of course, the other kids could never know about this; it was a secret strictly between him and his pretty friend. Not that he minded. He was satisfied that just feeling Susan's caressing hand on his penis was more than enough compensation for the razzing he'd taken at school.
Along with his proud excitement, young Rodney couldn't help feeling a little apprehension at what might happen next. He hadn't had any real experience with girls, and he wasn't sure just how far his more experienced hostess was going to take him on his sexual initiation. He felt vague unspecified anxieties about acting in the right way. He didn't want to disappoint Susan by having her end up thinking he was just a dumb kid. But by and large his fear was outweighed by his growing arousal at the expert way in which his lovely, wild-eyed companion was clutching his crazily pulsing cock. He felt inwardly confident that Susan would always do right by him. Still there was an obvious hint of nervousness in his automatic moan as the older woman gave his painfully throbbing cock a salacious little squeeze.
Susan immediately noted the timidity in her lover's lust-confused eyes and strove at once to soothe him. "Don't worry, Rodney darling. Everything's going to be all right. Mmmmmm, your nice hard penis feels so good in my hand." Again the woman squeezed the swollen instrument gently, provoking an excited little leap of turgid response from the stiffly throbbing shaft. "See darling, your cock likes to be touched. It makes it feel all excited so it gets even harder ... so it can be shoved up into a nice warm pussy."
Her lips curling in a lewdly erotic smile, the lust-possessed waitress looked salaciously down toward where her hand gently caressed his hotly throbbing prick, naked to her touch but still lodged snugly inside the crotch of the boy's trousers. Whispering soft crooning words to allay the youth's fears, she slowly pulled the stiffened cock-shaft free of its resting place in Rodney's pants. Her eyes riveted hungrily on the slender white shaft of distended penile flesh as her hand began a slow tantalizing up and down stroking movement on the hotly pulsing length, lingering alluringly at the bulb-shaped head, then stroking smoothly down the pulsing staff until it grasped the thicker base surrounded by its light tangle of blond pubic hair. Giving an extra little squeeze at the root of the throbbing cock-length, the hand then began its inciting journey back up to the semen-seeping tip of urgent male hardness.
As her hand tenderly ministered to the boy's stiffened prick, Susan eased him down until he was again sitting on the couch, his hips resting on the edge while his head lay gingerly back against the cushions. She sat on her heels before him, her hand pumping energetically along the whole swollen length of the white gleaming rod while her eyes drank in the lust-heightening vision of her lewd attentions to this mere boy who now sat so vulnerably before her, his legs parted so that she could do what she wishes with his hardened upthrust cock. Despite herself, the separated woman thrilled to the feeling of power her mastery over her young male friend inspired in her. The thought that she was the absolute dictator in their unplanned sexual encounter filled her with a lascivious sense of satisfaction, and her grip tensed around the obscenely upthrusting prick with an inspired eagerness that made it jerk hastily in her hand.
"Susan?" Rodney spoke her name almost unconsciously as he gazed mesmerized down at the obscene spectacle of his beautiful inebriated lover kneeling between his legs stroking his naked cock to ever greater hardness.
"Yes, Rodney?" The flagrantly aroused woman's voice was deep, lusty.
"Is it okay? I mean, are we doing all right?" The boy's question was vague. He himself didn't know exactly what he was asking for, some sort of assurance, he guessed, that what was happening right now was pleasing her as much as it was him, that their illicit activity was really permissible between new lovers.
"Yes, it's okay, Rodney. Doesn't it feel good? That's always the best guideline for what's okay." Susan flinched as she spoke these words. She realized they were wildly permissive, but right now the only consideration her lust-dominated mind could take seriously was that the boy should enjoy her stroking his virile young cock as much as she was enjoying doing it.
"It feels really good, Susan," Rodney gasped urgently, relieved that Susan felt no moral qualms about what they were doing. Now he could concentrate fully on the wild shocks of raging erotic excitement that were charging through his rigidly pulsating cock-shaft and up into his belly with each stroke of Susan's talented hand. His hands clutched the air frenziedly each time the lewdly abandoned older woman grazed her fingernails lightly downward to tease salaciously at his dangling sperm-laden testicles. "I don't think there could be anything much better than this, ma'am," the boy moaned as her hand caressed the ultra-sensitive mushroom-shaped head of his dementedly pulsing cock.
"I'm glad, Rodney darling. And it's going to get even better, my lover. I promise you that." The husky-voiced teacher raised herself up on her knees to lean forward over the boy's splayed surrendered body to again kiss him full on the mouth, her tongue forcing his lips apart peremptorily as it sought out a heated soul kiss. Then, her lust-conquered mind inspired with an obscenely wanton idea that had been lurking in her mind for the last little while, she raised her lips from the boy's to look at him with a mesmerizing seductive smile as she spoke again, "Rodney, darling, wouldn't you like to see what I look like naked?" She laughed an abandoned little laugh as the boy's eyes widened with incredulous awe. "You can see me naked and touch my naked titties and pussy if you want, and then I'll make you cum, darling."
The astounded Rodney stared in mute disbelief at the ravishing woman kneeling before him. This was more than a fellow could take all at once! It was amazing enough that he should have Susan stroking his cock for him, making him feel better than he'd ever felt in his life. Now she was going to let him see her hot tits and cunt ... and even touch her naked. Oh Shit! The boy felt himself trembling inwardly at the thought of his fondest dream coming true. Maybe now he'd get a chance to play with Susan's tremendous tits. But still the awesome prospect of actually seeing her naked filled him with trepidation. Rodney wasn't sure if he could handle it. He figured the excitement just might be too much for him. After all he'd never seen a real woman naked before in his life ... except for the time when he'd walked in on his cousin when she was getting dressed. And that hardly counted for anything!
Delighted at the amazed shock in her young friend's eyes, Susan let go of his long slender penis and stood up before her helplessly excited admirer. When she had backed away a few steps, she bent down to grasp the hem of her floor-length skirt and began slowly, tauntingly, to lift it up so that first her long shapely legs, then her flesh-colored lace panty clad hips, then, working her hands under so as to take off her jersey at the same time, her full out-thrust breasts in their flesh-colored lace brassiere were totally exposed to the eager youngster's rapt gaze. Quickly she pulled the jersey and skirt off over her head and cast them carelessly into a nearby chair, then turned to fix the attentive boy with a sultry smile as she ran her hands lightly over the tempting curves of her own daringly revealed body.
Rodney's mouth fell open in excited appreciation as he stared hungrily at the full swelling breasts that strained promisingly against the skimpy confinement of the lacy brassiere. They were so firm and white against the lace material that the wildly aroused youth could hardly wait for them to be totally uncovered. He wanted to see her nipples standing out hard and inviting against the round cream-white mounds of her heaving breasts.
Seeing the boy's attention focused on her breasts, Susan deftly unclasped the brassiere and threw it on top of her discarded skirt, satisfied to see the hungry look in her friend's eyes become one of starved longing as her lushly ripened mounds thrust out toward him, their rose-colored nipples already erect from the combined effects of her lustful excitement and the new caressing titillation of the air teasing at her uncovered little buds.
"Do you like me, darling?" Susan asked in a taunting voice. "Do you want to see me take my panties off?" Barely aware of the lewdness of her own question, Susan laughed to herself at the thought that the boy was already so mesmerized by her naked breasts that he had forgotten about the wonders of her most secret treasure, still concealed by her pink lace panties. Now she had the satisfaction of seeing the boy's already saucer-like blue eyes grow even bigger as his attention was wrenched away from her breasts by the stunning prospect of actually seeing a woman's naked cunt for the first time.
With the sultry slowness that has been woman's surest wile in the seduction of the overawed male, Susan drew the thin band of flesh-colored panty down over her full, lushly contoured hips until the brown, curling triangle of her wetly glistening pussy was totally revealed to the boy's hypnotized gaze. Unconsciously Rodney leaned forward a little to get a closer look at the pink tip of her moistly swollen little clitoris that peeked out from the light brown triangle of cunt hair as Susan parted her legs just a little and leaned back to toss her panties onto the waiting chair.
Oh my gosh, he was really seeing a woman's cunt naked for the first time! Rodney was uncomfortably aware of the wild pulsing in his painfully swollen cock that still jutted obscenely from the fly of his pants as he sat on the couch, spellbound witness to the waitress's salacious striptease. Without consciously willing it, the intoxicated teenager was suddenly aware that he was reaching out to touch the alluring little triangle of softly curling pussy hair.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," his mentor teased him, then to soothe the startled expression that immediately came into the youngster's eyes, she added, "Haven't you noticed things always taste better the longer you have to wait for them, darling? We've got lots of time. I want you to feel the best possible feelings. Just a little bit now and save the rest for later, when you'll really be hungry for them." With a crazy wantonness shining in her blue eyes, Susan caught hold of the boy's outstretched hand and grazed the fingertips just ever so lightly against her exposed pussy-hair and the tautly aroused clitoris concealed beneath. She sucked in her breath sharply as her lewd behavior and the inciting contact of the boy's fingers on her sensitive clitoris nipple drove her to new peaks of erotic titillation where jolting darts of hot prickling desire taunted and tormented every inch of her nakedly abandoned body. Exercising all her self-restraint, she pushed the boy's hand back toward him, then fell once again on her knees before her incredulous lover.
Overwhelmed with mixed feelings of fear and fascination Rodney felt himself growing weak at the inciting nearness of this naked voluptuous brunette beauty whose hand was now reaching again for the pulsing hardness of his momentarily abandoned cock-shaft. He trembled involuntarily as her caressing fingers again made lewd provocative contact with his turgid prick. He felt the pleasure-bringing hand stroke down to the base of his penis, then his eyes flew wide open with lustful shock as he saw her tiny pink tongue dart out to flick obscenely at the slit-like opening in the end of the lewdly bloated tip. A half-sob of demented excitement broke from the helpless boy's throat as he watched his older lover lick up the glistening drop of semen that oozed form the dilated tip of his furiously throbbing penis. That was all-just one flick of the tongue, and the inexperienced youngster had to fight determinedly from losing all control over the welling tide of steadily burgeoning sperm straining for release from his lust-bloated balls.
Susan looked anxiously up at her young visitor, a wanton leer of unrequited passion contorting her lovely features. "It tastes wonderful, Rodney," she crooned. "You have such a beautiful cock, darling." The abandoned woman had just managed to hold back from throwing herself wholeheartedly into sucking and licking at her handsome young lover's delectable rock-hard cock. But somehow she felt automatically that that would be beyond the bounds of propriety she had arbitrarily set for this forbidden encounter. She didn't know what would happen after this night, but she knew instinctively that there should never again be any such intimacy between herself and her sixteen year old admirer. That would be wrong!
Yet somehow she had managed to convince herself that it wouldn't be too wrong for her just this once to stroke the boy's cock to make him feel good and to let him see what a grown woman looked like naked. She wanted her sensitive young protege to experience this much of what adult passion was all about. She couldn't help feeling these tender emotions about a boy who was so obviously devoted to her, and she had wanted to do something to let him know just how touched she was by his devotion. But there were limits to how much self-indulgence the frustrated married woman could allow herself, even though it was with great difficulty that she pulled her mouth away from the sweet titillation of licking at her gentle lover's excitedly pulsating young cock.
Barely aware of what she was doing, knowing that despite all her rationalizations she was acting just like a wanton whore with a weakness for young boys, Susan began to caress one of her tingling breasts with one hand while she stroked Rodney's throbbingly virile penis with the other. Rising to her feet the diminutive brunette then balanced herself on Rodney's knee while she abandonedly offered the pink-capped breast in her hand to the waiting boy's mouth. This was Rodney's dream come true and he timidly leaned forward to close his lips around her mouth-watering nipple while with one hand he kneaded and stroked the surrounding swell of her soft warm breast. This was as far as Rodney Seeger had ever got in trying to imagine what heaven would be like. While he sucked and stroked at the wantonly offered orb of his older lover's lushly ripened breast, he thrilled to the mounting erotic sensations shooting through his stiff hard cock that Susan continued to stroke as she sat demurely on her young guest's lap.
"Oh, yes, darling. Suck my breast. It feels good for me, too, Rodney. Sooooo good." The heatedly aroused brunette's breath was coming in heavy uneven gasps as she thrilled to the libidinous self-indulgence of feeling her handsome boyfriend's inexperienced lips and hands sucking and stroking her breast to hard swelling satisfaction. Her hand stroked more energetically up and down on the boy's turgid prick, and she sighed in ecstasy as Rodney rolled the rubbery tip of one nipple between his fingers while he sucked and milked hungrily at the other with his ravenous mouth. Oh, he was such a wonderful loving boy, so tender and considerate of her every pleasure. Just like George Benson had been so long ago....
Young Rodney was beside himself with excitement at the thought that he was actually bringing pleasure to his beautiful idol, paying her back for the wonderful building titillation she was bringing to his stiffly, distended cock which she loved and worried so thoroughly with her skilled hand. The enchanted boy reveled in the thought that Susan obviously loved him as much as he loved her. She liked what he was doing to her voluptuous body and she liked stroking his hard throbbing cock. The innocent boy began to realize that there might be no end to the kind of pure unadulterated pleasure they could bring each other's sex-denied bodies, and his excited mind swam with visions of him and Susan entwined in every imaginable position of lewdly satisfying lovemaking. The erotic pictures in the magazines Tony had loaned him became twice as titillating when he replaced the unknown models of couples fucking and sucking each other with mental images of him and Susan bringing forbidden delights to each other's insatiably hungering bodies. Wow! It was going to be terrific! He could come over to Susan's every night after school and fuck her all he wanted! The imaginative boy could see a whole new erotic way of life unfolding before his very eyes, and the idea made him thrust his hips more energetically up to meet the intensifying ministrations of Susan's tirelessly working hand.
Susan could feel the boy's burgeoning excitement increasing with every caress of her hotly stroking hand and, despite the mind blanking pleasure she was experiencing from Rodney's attentions to her heaving breasts, she began to work her hand more and more decisively up and down his hotly throbbing cock-shaft. She paid special attention to giving the base a little extra squeeze with every downstroke and then running her hand tantalizingly around the very tip of the bloated head on every upstroke. Her own excitement increased markedly as she thrilled to the mounting frenzy of the young hips working the turgid penile staff stiffly up between her experienced fingers and the abandon of his eager young mouth nipping and teasing with intensified fervor at her sensitive little nipples, she could feel the boy's youthful excitement building to a wanton peak, and with all her heart, mind, and energy she willed him to cum, to enjoy the abandoned ecstasy of the supreme moment of blindly satisfying physical release.
"Oh, Susan," she heard the boy grunt mindlessly. "I think I can't hold back any longer. It's just too much. I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmm...."
For a moment Susan looked fondly at the contorted expression on the boyish face so close to hers, then lowered her lips hotly onto his feverishly working mouth to increase the intensity of the soaring, shooting release. Then his virile young prick was jerking wildly-like something alive of itself-in her hand! She felt the thick hot semen spurting over her fingers, her naked thighs and cunt hairs as the boy moaned dementedly in orgiastic response to her heated soul-kiss, his own tongue darting hungrily into her groping mouth to work out the dying embers of his rapacious virginal passion there. Then it was over for Rodney and, exhausted, he leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closed, a slight grin on his face.
Susan looked down at her young lover with warm tenderness in her eyes, willing the incensed passion in her own lust-fired loins to shake loose its hold over her drink-addled consciousness. She didn't need satisfaction, the young married woman told herself happily, it was enough that she'd brought new pleasure to this handsome trusting protege of hers. She looked down at the gleaming wet patch of semen on her thigh and thought fleetingly of her young George and his uncontrollable passion, and she felt an odd contentment to know that she was once again in the arms of an eager male who did not yet confine his sexual expression to quick mastery of his woman with no show of tenderness, which she now suspected could come only from a boy. George, the man, had fucked her lately like a heedless tomcat in heat and left her as quickly, feeling soiled, unsatisfied, and unloved. How much better was dear Rodney, with his eager gentle passion spilling hotly over on her thigh!
The tired woman lay her head a moment on the teenager's shoulder, then, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, she raised herself to her feet and looked down at the blue eyes that now opened to look at her, happy, shy, trusting eyes full of sated contentment.
"You'd better be going home now, Rodney," she told him gently. "Your folks will be wondering what's become of you. And we don't want anyone to have any suspicions, do we? This is just our secret, right?"
"Oh, sure, Susan. Gosh, you can count on me. I'd never tell anyone what we did." The boy was a little confused by this abrupt ending to the most wonderful experience of his life. He'd been a little worried that he might have disappointed her by cumming so soon, but he'd quickly realized by her behavior that that was just what she wanted. Another time, they could go all the way maybe. The thought made his limp satiated cock jerk a little on his lap. But for now Susan obviously wanted him to leave. Okay, he guessed she wanted to be alone. That was okay with him.
Rising to his feet, the shaken youth slowly replaced his deflated penis in the crotch of his trousers and pulled up the zipper. Then, drawing himself up to his full height, he put one arm around his waiting naked friend and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. The contact was light yet warm and loving, and Rodney felt satisfied that it was the perfect end to an extraordinary evening.
"Boy, I can hardly wait till tomorrow night, Susan," he remarked exuberantly, unable to contain his boyish enthusiasm.
The older woman's eyes opened wide with alarm at the teenager's comment. "Oh, no, Rodney," she said hurriedly. "We can't ever do anything like this again, darling. That would be wrong. You do understand that, don't you, Rodney?"
Her anxious blue eyes searched the boy's blue eyes for some assurance that she hadn't hurt him. None came. Her young guest was obviously in a state of complete despair after his carefree euphoria of moments before. Without speaking another word, he turned and grabbing his box of seeds, almost ran to the front door, slamming it behind him.
She had meant to give him the scones to take with him, but she knew if she called him he would not come back now. He had left a packet of seeds as well. She picked it up; Love-in-a-Mist, she read. Absently she placed it on her mantel for safe-keeping.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was not a bad day at work after all. Susan had lived with some fear that Rodney might pay her a visit, but thank God, he had known enough to stay away. The first part of the morning she had been so terribly bogged down in her personal problems that she let Mr. Jeffries arrange his donuts as he wished. She thought then that she had no energy to get through the day. She was so utterly ashamed of herself for what she had done the night before. It all looked so different by the light of day! More than ashamed, she was disgusted with herself for violating a child. The realization that it was no dream, that she had actually let a sixteen or seventeen year old boy suck her breasts and see her naked while she stroked his cock to orgasm sent a violent chill up and down her spine, though at least part of that chill was caused by an obscene thrill at the recollection of the warm smoothness of Rodney's hard, warmly pulsating penis in her hand.
The petite brunette sighed, automatically patted down her long silky hair, and eased her car out of the lot and into the light stream of traffic heading up Chestnut. She was in no hurry to get home. In fact the thought of being alone with her depressing thoughts filled her with a kind of numb fear, and she frantically searched for some excuse to keep herself out of the house for at least a while longer. "My God, what's come over me?" the lovely waitress cried aloud in anguished despair, looking guiltily out of the corner of her eye to see if any neighboring motorist had seen her moving her lips with no one in the car. She saw nothing and returned comfortably to her thoughts. She had to figure herself out.
How could she have succumbed so utterly to the charm of a teenaged boy when she'd been able to resist the more experienced offers of attractive older men for several months? The sudden surfacing of this strange predilection for innocent young boys surprised and vexed the unhappily married woman. But maybe it wasn't a perversion, she consoled herself. After all, she felt no attraction to any other young boys ... just Rodney, wonderful, sweet, talented, handsome Rodney. But there she went again! Forgetting the wrong she had done in the overwhelming sweetness of a memory to which she had no right. She had maneuvered herself into a first rate conflict where she was damned one way and condemned the other. She was clearly bringing herself to a state of nervous exhaustion. Suddenly she turned the car down a street where she had never gone before. Maybe she could find somewhere new to go, some place that was unknown to her.
As she drove, the houses became more sparse as well as more grandiose. As she passed the rolling grounds of one beautifully landscaped place after another, she began to wonder if Alan Del Vecchio lived in any of them. He had dropped in at the shop today and had treated her with his former warm and good-natured humor as though nothing had happened between them.
He had decided that he wanted his customers to have their choice of cheeses: orange or white. Since both were the same bland American stuff, Susan couldn't see what difference it made. They both tasted alike to her. She began to muse if it were not possible that Alan Del Vecchio liked to put on the dog a bit. Maybe he thought such a choice would give his sandwich shop a touch of class. If he sincerely thought that his customers wanted to bother having to choose between two tasteless cheeses, he was sadly mistaken. Maybe he enjoyed making meaningless choices, for their own sake but most people certainly did not. Susan was greatly afraid that if she actually asked the customers which they preferred, they "were going to ask her what the difference was. If all she could offer was discussion of color...! Someday, she was going to write that man a letter! His personality was too strong to raise objections concerning these shop ideas at the times he made them. His enthusiasm was absolutely blind. He was able to be calm enough on their date. In fact ... in fact, Susan pondered this: he had been much easier to fight off than she would have expected him to be. Then it struck her. In spite of his energy, he had a strict code of decency. Of course! He had made it clear to her when he hired her that he expected people to get what they paid for, and that complaints were to be taken care of immediately and without question. How doubly embarrassed by her own lack of ethics was Susan now!
The accumulation of problems buzzing haphazardly through her head drove Susan to the verge of a kind of reckless desperation. She didn't like to visit bars alone, or even cocktail lounges. A woman who did that was a pick-up, in her opinion. Yet it would be so comforting to find some quiet little place where she could forget Alan Del Vecchio's decency and perhaps her own lewdness over a good Old Fashioned. It was time she began to sort out the events concerned in the split with George, too. This was why she had isolated herself from family and friends, so that she could think for herself. She had not done much of it! She started back from the rich, residential district through which she had been driving. Then, cruising more likely streets, she finally found a respectable-looking cocktail lounge and went in.
It was a little early for most people, so the place was comfortably deserted. She sat down in a corner booth where the red light of the room barely reached and so was augmented by a flickering candle on the table. She ordered her Old Fashioned from the neat woman who came to serve her. There were net a handful of people in the whole place, all of them apparently quite oblivious to her presence, and Susan gradually began to relax, enjoying a long sweet draught of the drink as soon as it was set down before her. While nibbling the fruit, she began to feel that her problems weren't going to get the best of her after all. Obviously her only course of action was to be strong with young Rodney, try to explain to him why their relationship could not be intimate. Her confidence that she could handle it grew by leaps and bounds as she downed her second drink. Rodney didn't know she was married, in all likelihood. She could always rely on that.
Speaking of her marriage, she thought ... just what did she think? Suddenly, Susan was seized with a cold, almost sickening premonition. She raised her eyes to behold a fleshy, red-haired man somewhere in his middle forties. She noted that his puffy, freckled face looked innocent enough but that there was something cruel about his mouth as though he sneered frequently. He was neatly dressed, like the salesman that stopped in looking for Alan at the shop. Maybe he was one who had been in.
"Buy you a drink?" the mouth asked nonchalantly.
"I don't think so," she said icily. "I was just leaving."
"Oh, yeh!" he sneered, sliding into the booth beside her. Immediately she jumped out the other direction, her heart beating furiously.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked without thinking while she grabbed for her purse and jacket.
"Oh, I might ask the same?" he said with a belligerent laugh. She left abruptly without putting on her coat. She got into her car and drove several blocks before stopping to catch her breath. That was the last time she frequented a cocktail lounge by herself, she decided. Why did these things always happen to her? Other women could go such places and not be bothered by strange men! Had she become so accustomed to George's protection that she looked dependent? Would the problem dissipate in time? Eager to put as much mileage between herself and the bar as possible, she quickly started up again and headed toward home, all too anxious now to find herself within the comforting four walls of her own house.
When she walked in her front door, the still-uneasy waitress was careful to double-lock it before she proceeded into the bedroom to remove her clothes. She was too upset to remain uncomfortable in any way. Off came her dress, her brassiere, shoes, pantyhose, and even her headband. Her little white nylon panties she left on and put on a long comfortable pink robe and a fluffy pair of slippers. She headed for the kitchen to mix another Old Fashioned.
Maybe there was just no escaping it. She had heard theories about predestination, how if you were born a sinner, you were always a sinner. Period. Throwing herself miserably into her new assumed role of sinner on the road to perdition, she carried her extra large drink into the living room with her, along with two of those chocolate dripped, whipped cream scones. She had no more definite idea in her mind than sitting on the couch and coaxing herself into blessed forgetfulness. She put down her drink and went over to turn on the television set. Maybe she could find a good quiz program. She could always get lost in those. There seemed to be nothing like that on so she settled for a half-finished western. What a drag! she thought to herself. She'd just begun to feel better about things when that fool showed up and frightened her half to death! Now she was back at square one again.
The young confused woman wasn't sure how much time had passed when she heard the front doorbell chime. She felt she must have slipped into a doze because the sound had startled her much more than it should have and the western had given way to news. Groggy as she felt, her first impulse was to go answer the door, but she was soon seized with a heart-wrenching fear at the sudden unshakeable belief that her unexpected caller was the flabby-faced stranger with the cruel mouth. Yet despite her hazy confusion, she had to admit that it was extremely un-likely. She was sure he had not followed her and there would be no other way for him to know where she lived! Despite her concerted efforts to talk herself out of her dread, Susan felt quite unable to turn the handle and open the door. At last, the chimes rang out again and she called loudly, "Who is it?"
There was a slight pause, and then a youthful voice answered, "It's me. Rodney!"
Rodney! Thank God it wasn't that awful man! Susan was so overwhelmed with relief at the identity of her caller that she immediately flung open the door, oblivious to the problems the teenager's presence might cause her in her present weakened condition. "Rodney," she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" It was only as she saw the timid apprehensive look on the young caller's face that the memories of their new uneasy relationship rushed in to obliterate her initial sense of relief. Rodney! Could she cope with him in her present state, say the right thing? She would simply have to ... she couldn't break the boy's heart by turning him away.
"Come in, Rodney," she said with as much friendliness in her voice as she dared betray. The boy stepped just far enough inside so his friend could close the door.
The combined effects of the tension, the alcohol, and her abrupt awakening from a stupefied slumber combined to make Susan feel suddenly very weak in the knees. She couldn't stand in the entranceway any longer. Making her way shakily to the couch, she invited her guest to sit down. The boy walked gingerly to the opposite end of the couch, as though painfully aware of what had happened right at that very spot the previous evening. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked directly at his hostess for the first time since his arrival. She was looking straight ahead, her head resting in her hands as she fought off the sudden spell of dizziness.
The perceptive sixteen year old youth realized suddenly that the older woman didn't look any happier than he felt. Maybe she felt bad about last night, too, just the way he did. It occurred to him for the first time that perhaps the pretty waitress's rejection of him as a lover was not a rejection of him as a person but an attempt to shield him from something.
"I don't want to disturb you, Susan, if you're not feeling good," he said at last. "I just came because ... look! There they are!" He was pointing at her end of the couch and she looked down automatically. Between the cushion and the arm, she saw a telltale white packet. Wearily she got up, trying not to show her mood. Removing the cushion she found a big collection of seeds underneath. Feeling suddenly clearer in the head, the pretty woman turned to him ashamedly.
"Oh, Rodney. I'm sorry. I never even noticed them!"
"That's all right, Susan. I wouldn't have bothered except these are my samples and I have only one of each. Then I order what people want, see?"
"I see," she said thinking she really ought to order some. "Don't you forget I want some but ... not now."
"Sure," he said softly. "I understand."
"I ... I uh want to explain about last night," she continued even though she had not yet clearly formulated what it was she wanted to say. "I know it's a difficult subject, for both of us, but I want you to know why I decided what I did. You deserve to know." Despite herself, the exhausted older woman felt her eyes filling with tears.
The observant teenager immediately noticed the tears in his pretty friend's eyes, and at once all the old tenderness, all the boyish passion he had ever felt for her rose again to the fore. Gone was all his bitterness about the hurt she had inflicted on him last night. He realized now she hadn't meant to hurt him ... that she had suffered as much as he had. Longing with all his generous young heart to console her obvious unhappiness, he didn't even think twice before sliding down to her end of the couch and putting a comforting arm around her trembling shoulders.
"You don't have to explain anything, Susan," he began in a voice that was suddenly full of maturity, full of understanding. "I know you were only trying to protect me last night, that you wanted the best for me. And I was too dumb to catch on to what was happening. I'm the one that should have some explaining to do. But you already know I think you're the greatest, Susan. Nothing you do could ever seem wrong to me again." Then instinctively he began to kiss her.
At first his lips were warm and gentle against hers and then, as he met with no resistance, they grew more demanding as all the pent-up passion of his adolescent longing poured out in a powerful rush. His arms tightened around his unhappy friend as he continued to grind his mouth against hers, caution thrown to the winds by the new and unaccustomed sense of power he was enjoying in comforting the distraught older woman.
The bewildered waitress had neither the energy nor the inclination to resist the boy's calm mastery of her struggling emotions. In fact she welcomed the sure arm around her shoulder, the hot conquering lips that bore down more and more hungrily against her own searching mouth. She needed reassurance, and her shy young companion was giving it to her, by exercising some of the confidence in himself as a man that she by her loving attentions last night had helped inspire him with. Of course, she should never have let things get this far ... she should have kept a tighter rein on events. But she hadn't. And somehow at this moment she couldn't think it so very wrong that she hadn't. Already she detected a new strength in young Rodney, a strength born from his knowledge that he could love a woman and be loved in return. That was as important a part of his education as any other, and surely it was important too that he had learned it from a considerate older woman who actually did care for him very much, who knew how to make him feel self-confident about himself as a man.
And now she, herself, needed some of the strength that she had helped inspire her young friend with. Her spirit was beaten by the chain of circumstances which seemed to overwhelm her and sweep her along in their wake, regardless of what she strove to do to keep them in check. She was a victim of forces beyond her control, and deep down she knew that it was futile to fight them. Her body seemed Jo melt against the boy's.
With her beleaguered mind whirling from the combined effects of alcohol and the boy's nearness, she didn't know how many seconds or minutes passed as she sat there, wrapped in her young admirer's inexperienced embrace. Her heaving breasts carelessly wrapped in her bathrobe were crushed against his chest, and now she felt the tentative probing of his tongue against her teeth. Scarcely aware of what she was doing, she parted her lips and let his tongue penetrate far up into the warm depths of her hungrily responsive mouth where their tongues began a lewd duel of hotly mounting passion.
As their kiss increased in power and wantonness, the inebriated brunette was dimly aware of the boy's groping hand creeping in between the carelessly tied folds of her bathrobe to knead the ripe swelling mounds of her excitedly heaving breasts. The hand pinched and worried the lush mounds and their dilating little peaks in a frenzied sensual rhythm that drove the surprised older woman to abandoned heights of soaring erotic excitation.
This shouldn't be happening! I must make him stop! Susan was dimly aware of some weakly struggling remnant of conscience making a last bid to rescue her from the shameless abyss of self-indulgent sensuality. But the pretty waitress's conscience no longer had any influence over the hotly glowing embers of too-long-denied passion that fought desperately for control of her drink-enfeebled body. She didn't stop the sixteen year old boy. Somehow she just couldn't command him to leave her alone.
My God, Susan, he's only a boy, barely half your age! she admonished herself. You can't allow a repetition of last night, who knows where it might lead to! But the stern foreboding in her conscience-stricken thoughts couldn't quench the building fire fed by the boy's hands on her warmly quivering breasts and his tongue stabbing hungrily up into her responding mouth. Oh God, she couldn't help it. She was lost, she knew, started on a downhill slide with no shelves or handrails in sight. She couldn't dare think what would happen when she hit bottom, but right now she only knew that she needed this boy's passionate caresses more than she had ever needed anything in her whole life, it wasn't all her fault. She was fallible. She needed love and warmth and gentle words as much as anyone. And she'd been denied, them too long ... too long.
"Gee, Susan, you're so beautiful, so terrific," Rodney murmured as he lifted his mouth from hers and began to plant hot eager kisses along her chin and neck. Both his hands groped hungrily over her nakedly exposed breasts and forced the bathrobe heedlessly open as he began to explore further the richly molded curves of her firm ripe body.
"Rodney, darling, you know we shouldn't...." she began weakly, not really wanting to stop him, holding her breath for fear her words might mean an abrupt end to those wonderful hot kisses and groping caresses. She spoke the words as a feeble concession to her nagging conscience, but she really didn't want him to stop. Not at all!
After all, she consoled herself, a few kisses and caresses couldn't really make all that much difference. They'd already done that much anyway. But, her drink-addled mind promised, she wouldn't let it go any farther, after all it was illegal and it was up to her as an adult to act as a moral guardian of the. young, not as their corrupter. But just for the moment she had to indulge her need to be held and kissed and stroked. Just a few tender moments and she'd feel prepared to meet that cold cruel world again. That world with fleshy-faced creeps and arrogant, cruel, grabbing men and no more sweet loving George, no happy life as a devoted wife, nothing but an empty house and a job that couldn't have started her closer to the bottom! It all just didn't fulfill her crying needs as a woman. Only dear sensitive Rodney could understand enough to give her the gentle affection she needed. No grown man could be this sweet, this considerate of her own fears and desires.
The aroused young teenager could hardly believe the turn events were taking. After last night's final words, he'd imagined he would never again enjoy the mind-boggling bliss of holding his pretty friend in his arms and feeling her soft warm breasts under his exploring fingertips. But it was real ... it was happening again. He'd been feeling her breasts, and now his trembling hands were working their way down over her full, smoothly molded hips. Last night he'd been too stunned to let his hands roam very far afield. But tonight he felt more confident and he meant to learn more about the ripened treasures the older woman was offering him so generously. Maybe with any luck, she wouldn't hold him in check this time. Maybe he might even get to fuck her. The eager blond-haired youth didn't dare let his mind dwell on this stunning, scarcely conceivable possibility. Just to feel her, to touch her cream-smooth hips and thighs, that was enough for now....
"Rodney, you mustn't...." Susan began to protest again as the boy's hand slipped up under her bathrobe and glided along the smooth surface of her sensitively squirming leg. She drew in her breath sharply as the hand continued its illicit journey, teasing little goose bumps from the trembling surface of her sleekly contoured leg. Once again her head was reeling, this time from the sheer conquering heat fanned by the boy's innocently exploring passion.
"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhh!" An irrepressible moan escaped her passion-parted lips as the boy's wandering fingers came into sudden provoking contact with the dampened crotchband of her bikini panties already moistened slightly by the heated sexual secretions, accompanying her mounting erotic excitement. A shiver of lewd pleasure rippled through her responsively quivering body as she fought in vain to maintain some semblance of control over the lascivious situation.
The inexperienced Rodney was meanwhile tingling all over with awed boyish pleasure. Wow! He was actually feeling Susan's hot little pussy ... well, almost anyway. There was only that flimsy little bit of cloth between his hand and his hostess's hair-lined cunt. This was really happening to him, Rodney Seeger, the guy who hadn't even been able to get up the nerve to ask a girl out on a date. The teenager's excitement was swelled with masculine pride as he noted that the older woman was obviously enjoying what he was doing to her as much as he enjoyed doing it. There was no mistaking the sensual ecstasy in those low, drawn-out moans.
"Rodney, darling, I'm sorry, but we've got to stop now. This just can't go on. It would be wrong, sweetheart ... Please!" The drink-and-passion-distracted woman's voice was urgent with pleading, but it was obvious even to the boy that she was struggling with herself as much as she was appealing to him. His quick young mind realized at once that Susan was protesting because she felt that was what she should do under the circumstances. She didn't really want to stop at all. It was just like Tony had explained to him about girls: "If they say yes, it means yes; if they say no, it still means yes. You just gotta walk them into it." Since Tony was a senior, there was no doubt but that he knew!
"But please, Susan, I want to feel your pussy. After all, you got to feel my cock." The innocent boy's casual use of the two obscene words roused a strange lewd tingling in the base of the perplexed waitress's belly. His sweet innocence combined with the awakening lust conveyed in his earnest request made her feel more than ever that she wanted to please this shy handsome boy. She wanted so much to let him indulge his adolescent curiosity ... at least as much as she wanted to experience more of his groping inciting caresses.
All of a sudden the struggling older woman couldn't take seriously the protestations that she was twenty-six and he sixteen, that she was an adult with adult responsibilities to the young. She just couldn't care about all that any more. What was important to her at this moment was that she was a woman and he was a male, and they desired each other. Was that so very wrong? Wasn't she as well as anyone, as well as George, who had certainly found his happiness in the arms of another woman! ... entitled to some abandoned self-indulgence? Was she never again to experience the soaring titillating pleasure she had known with her husband so long ago?
After her abandoned behavior of last night, the waitress had taken herself firmly in hand this morning and almost convinced herself that she could get along quite nicely without indulging her smoldering carnal urges. Over her second cup of coffee this morning, she had renewed her former pledge to drive the pleasures of the senses from her mind and from her life!
But now, as she melted against the virile body of her ardent young lover, she began to have second thoughts. She knew now that right from her first stroking of Rodney's cock to cumming last night, she'd only been obeying the impulses of the inevitable attraction she'd felt toward this handsome sixteen year old youth ever since he first walked into the sandwich shop, or since she had first noticed him anyway. She thought she was attracted by his gentleness, his consideration, his talent, but now she realized that it was much more basic than that. She wanted him to fuck her! Though he might in years be still a boy, he had the hard lean physique of a man. And in addition to that, the extra plus that had drawn her to him when she had rejected Alan Del Vecchio was his gentle sensitivity, the unassuming masculinity that told her he would fuck her with tenderness and love and not just fill her belly with his hot young sperm like a savage animal.
Sensing the new relaxation in his companion's formerly tensed body, young Rodney realized the older woman was overcoming her moral resistance to his timid probes of her panty-covered pussy mound. Wanting to take full advantage of his opportunity, the teenager gingerly began to tease his outstretched middle finger under the tight elastic legband of her panties, his heart pumping in furious fear that she might at any moment revive her earlier compunctions and drive him away. But the fear wasn't enough to hold the anxious boy back. No matter what the circumstances he had to make an effort to feel the warmly quivering dampness of her hotly throbbing cunt mouth that he knew lay just a finger's reach away from his trembling hand. Even if his attempt failed, he had to try!
A wave of hot titillating pleasure washed over the abandoned brunette when she felt the boy's finger worm hotly up under the restrictive band of her nylon panties. She barely suppressed a low moan of intense carnal enjoyment as the intruding fingertip made its first searing contact with her wetly throbbing pussy. Shivering convulsively, she scarcely dared breathe as the finger persevered in its lewd entry along her concealed vaginal channel, scraping lightly over the sensitive lips of her wetly churning cunt as it searched and probed the moist, hair-lined furrow.
"No, Rodney, no...." She began to protest yet one more time when her words ran head on into the dynamite effect of the prodding finger on the slippery nub of her sensitive little clitoris. That was the line of her last defense. With the fall of this last burgeoning bastion of her reticent sensuality, there could be no holding back the hotly impassioned energy long simmering in the frustrated older woman.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... oh my God, it's sooo good," Susan mewled wantonly as red-hot flames of molten desire swarmed up and out of her finger-impaled pussy to ravage and consume her feverishly quivering body. Her loins seemed to explode in an inferno of raging lust as she began to grind her passionately clutching pussy mouth obscenely up against the boy's stroking finger. Somewhere in her lust-ridden brain she recognized that the battle of her conscience was now lost, irretrievably lost. But the combined effects of the alcohol and her insidiously mounting sensual excitement made the loss of her feeble moral struggle seem a pallid reality indeed in the face of the overpowering tingles of raging carnal desire that shot fitfully from her vibrating little clitoris up and down through every sensitive nerve-ending in her passion ridden body. The young married woman had a brief vision of herself as the mewling abandoned victim of the demon lust, and she closed her eyes in painful remorse only to let them fly open again in avid response to the next finger assault on her heatedly palpitating clitoris.
The feverishly excited boy realized that his responsively moaning lover was on the very verge of succumbing completely to his eager fumbling ministrations, and now that he had got over the initial shock of actually feeling and stroking her moistly quivering pussy, he was becoming painfully aware of his own hardened cock pulsing frantically.
Man, if he didn't get it out soon he was going to cum right in his pants! And tonight he didn't want to cum until he had his aching cock lodged right where it belonged and longed to be, far up inside Susan's hotly clasping cunt walls. But he knew instinctively he would have to be careful if he was going to bring his seemingly impossible dream to fruition. The inexperienced boy had only instinct to guide him in the performance of his bold plan to fuck his beautiful girl friend. His rigidly pulsing cock was on fire, and he knew the older woman must be able to feel it jutting against her leg.
"Please, Susan, my cock's so hard ... I've got to fuck you. I've just got to!" The words were out before he realized it, and he could have kicked himself for his stupid lack of tact. He'd sure put his foot in it now. She'd never let him get any closer to her after he'd gone and said a dumb thing like that. Shit, what a fool he'd been! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut, instead of acting like a kid still wet behind the ears?
The obscenely inciting words Rodney had uttered registered slowly on the woman's passion-dazed brain. Her first reaction was to wait for herself to be horrified, to break away from the boy's feverish embrace in decisive protest against his lewd carnal intentions. But no horror intruded on the blissful pleasure she was experiencing from the stroking hand on he wetly waiting pussy-furrow. She could feel the pulsating hardness of Rodney's swollen young penis against her leg through their clothes, and she was tinglingly aware of the raw animal passion palpitating through its stiffly distended length, and it was as though she could feel her wetly quaking cunt throbbing in fevered response to its passionate call.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom, Rodney darling?" she suggested lasciviously, her voice sultry and thick with the mixed effects of liquor and lust. The wantonly abandoned brunette began to shiver all over in salacious response to her own obscene suggestion as she rose languidly from the couch, her hand outstretched to beckon the boy to follow.
The passion-inspired older woman knew now there was no way out. She was making an irrevocable decision by leading the inexperienced teenager into her bedroom, for now she could no longer pretend to be overwhelmed by the course of events. She was taking the initiative, luring the boy into her room where she could introduce him at her leisure into the forbidden pleasures of erotic sexual abandon.
And she couldn't care less about the moral aspects now. Her body was too consumed with lustful anticipation to consider the vague ins and outs of duties and obligations. All she knew was she wanted to be fucked ... and fucked good!
Trembling with eager anticipation, the wide-eyed boy followed the voluptuous older woman into her bedroom. At first he had simply been unable to believe his ears. Susan couldn't be inviting him into her bedroom ... surely not! That was the kind of thing that only happened in books and wet dreams. But now here she was leading him along the hallway, turning every now and then to smile sexily at her apprehensive companion. The boy simply couldn't believe that his clumsy question had gotten such a positive response. Far from resenting his confession that he wanted to fuck her, it would seem that the impassioned older woman had just been waiting for him to say the word. But, shit! Now that he was standing in Susan's bedroom, what was he supposed to do next?
Susan obligingly solved that problem for her young guest, too. Without a word, she reached out and carefully began to unbutton his shirt. Her hands slid down appreciatively over his firm young chest and he could feel his nipples hardening from her inciting touch. Wow! He didn't know if he could take much more of this incredible excitement....
Now all of a sudden the older woman's deft hands were working on the zipper of his pants, and the boy's mind whirled in heady confusion at this amazing chain of events. Only moments ago, he had been master of the situation, coaxing his love into letting him kiss her yet again, then letting him work his hand up into her panties. Now all of a sudden he was like a pawn to her own determined erotic wiles, and he winced throatily as her hands suddenly delved into the opened fly of his pants and came up firmly wrapped around his wildly throbbing cock. Man oh man, it felt good and it was all the heatedly excited boy could do to keep from screaming as he once again felt her warm inciting grip on the pulsing length of his rock-hard prick. The boy only hoped she wouldn't start pumping him like she did yesterday, because he'd sure cum in her hand again. He felt once like that was okay; it had been exciting enough for a first time. But now he wanted to save himself for a better reward. He wanted to shove his hotly pulsing member far up into her tight little cunt and shoot off right into her belly.
Sensing the problem the boy might be having and wanting to save his wonderfully hardened prick for her cock-starved cunt as much as he did, Susan released her hold on his smooth-fleshed cock-shaft and removed his trousers, shoes and socks. Then she quickly began to take off her bathrobe. She laughed delightedly as the boy's eyes widened in hungry appreciation of her proudly upthrust breasts which had already been unveiled to him the previous evening.
Rodney could feel his mouth watering as he stared hungrily at Susan's rapidly rising and falling breasts. Man, they were even more fantastic than he remembered them. He could hardly wait to touch them again and feel them so warmly and throbbingly alive in his hands.
Only one barrier remained between Susan's lushly waiting cunt and Rodney's erotic initiation. That was the pair of flimsy nylon panties that the lust-possessed older woman now began to roll down over her full swelling hips and buttocks. The teenager's mouth felt arid and his eyes seemed locked in a permanent stare as he caught a salacious glimpse of the wispy brown pubic curls covering the pussy, mound. Now he was afraid his pounding heart would stop beating entirely as his smoldering stare locked on the moist pink flesh at the portals to her pussy. It had been exciting enough yesterday, but now with the added conviction that he was actually going to fuck her cunt, it was blood-boiling!
Susan was again excitedly aware of the boy's open-mouthed admiration of her sensually curved body and it gave her a mounting surge of pleasure to think that this time he was going to experience the full delights of her passionate inner treasures. Her own eyes drifted to the throbbing hardness of his slender adolescent penis, turgid and blood-swollen and, she imagined, demanding the fondling attention of her waiting eager cunt. This was the first time she'd seen the boy naked, and she couldn't help thinking once again what a fine handsome example of emerging masculinity her sixteen year old friend was. His body was so lean and strong and she thrilled inwardly at the salacious thought of his lean young hardness pressed naked against her hotly melting cunt lips.
Turning to the bed, the excited woman impatiently pulled back the spread and blanket, then stretched herself full length on the striped sheet and looked sultrily up at the waiting youth. She herself was new to the seduction game. After all, George had taken the lead with her and whom else had there been? She wasn't sure just how to proceed from here!
"Rodney darling," she asked in her most soothing voice. "Have you ever ... ever fucked a girl before?"
The embarrassed virgin looked at the floor with uneasy dread. He couldn't lie to her, but then he couldn't stand the thought of her rejecting him for lack of experience. "N-no, not really," he mumbled at last, blushing furiously.
"That's what I thought." Susan nodded gravely and motioned with her hands for the boy to join her. "Come over here and get on the bed, Rodney darling."
Unable to maintain his reticence before this kind of invitation, the exuberant sixteen year old scrambled quickly up onto the bed. He was not quite sure how he liked the quiet control with which his tipsy lover was now handling their renewed sensual contact, but he felt that he couldn't really complain. So she wanted to be boss. That was okay with him for the moment. He'd accept any terms to get his hard aching cock sunk deep up inside that inviting, hair-covered pussy of hers.
Reveling in the erotic nearness of the slender teenaged body, the impassioned older woman grasped the youth's hotly throbbing penis between her fingers and relished the perceptible pulsing as it swelled into harder, stronger life at her very touch.
"Mmmmmmmmm, see how it gets harder when I touch it, Rodney darling. Oh, it's such a lovely cock. I think it likes me, too," she murmured.
Rodney, in ecstasy over her seductive fondling of his lewdly throbbing shaft, reached over and began to experimentally squeeze her soft warm breasts. He marveled at how the nipples got all crinkled and hard under his caresses, standing up like little spears in the middle of their tender pink areolas. Gee, Susan sure had tremendous tits. He'd swear they were even bigger and better than the ones he'd seen in Playboy.
"I think you should get on top, Rodney. I think it'll be better for both of us that way."
Every inch of her voluptuously expectant body trembling with raw illicit pleasure, Susan Benson thrilled to the feel of her sixteen year old lover's lithe sinewy form as his muscular thighs straddled her full squirming hips. She looked up at the expectant youth, her eyes a kindle with the burgeoning flames of rapidly building passion as she felt the inciting pressure of the boy's hot young cock against her belly. God it felt good. And this youth, he was like an all-American Adonis, with his blond flawless complexion and his lean strong nakedness. How she wanted him inside her!
Despite her overwhelming passion and need, Susan fought to maintain some glimmer of self-control until the moment when the virginal boy should be absolutely ready to experience his first sexual intercourse. The thought that it was she who was initiating this lovely young male to the wonders of the flesh drove her to further heights of raw titillating passion. Even as she longed for the moment when she'd feel his warmly pulsing hardness sliding up inside her quivering vaginal wall, she continued to stroke its blood-filled length, encouraging the bulb-shaped penile head into even greater hardness while her fingers dropped to fondle his hairless little balls. She laughed softly as she saw the boy grit his teeth with the unbearable sensation of this compelling erotic delight.
"Gee, Susan, I gotta fuck you right now," he exploded through clenched teeth, his voice a febrile hissing that was almost child-like in its pleading intensity. "Please let me fuck you, ma'am," His pretty silken haired friend smiled exultantly to herself, reveling in the lewd erotic power she was exercising over her inexperienced guest while at the same time salaciously aware that she was just as eager as he was.
"Okay, Rodney, I'm ready, darling," she murmured encouragingly as she spread her erotically trembling thighs wide apart in preparation for love-making. Frozen into immobility for a moment, the desire-dazed boy stared incredulously at the pink-hair-lined cunt so obscenely offered to his ardent gaze. Looking closely, he could just see the pink tip of his girl friend's erect little clitoris peeping from the brown triangle of pubic curls and, beneath that, the moistly glistening cuntal furrow parted and lewdly beckoning to his boyish lust. Boy, she really did want him to fuck her.
With the shy awkwardness of the inexperienced, Rodney began to position himself over the older woman's wantonly spread nakedness. He wasn't going to be able to fool around with the preliminaries any longer. He felt he had to get his stiff throbbing prick buried up in that moistly beckoning hole right away or he'd bust right open. Without his anticipating it, he suddenly felt the older woman reach down and grasp his painfully aching cock in her hand and guide it toward her waiting vaginal orifice. The shock and the lewd knowledge of her abandoned intentions sent a new thrill of ricocheting passion soaring through his lust-tautened loins, a passion that was increased a hundredfold as he felt the startling soft contact of his prick with the moistly heated lips of her hair-fringed cuntal opening.
The sheer forbidden excitement was almost too much for the eager youth, and he felt as though his mind was turning cartwheels in his swirling head as the realization that his prick had finally touched pussy-flesh struck home. It was just too much, man! He was actually touching Susan's hotly quivering cunt with his cock, and in another minute he was going to shove his rock-hard shaft right up into her warm buttery pussy walls. Wow! This really beat the wildest dreams he'd ever entertained about him and the beautiful waitress!
The lust-possessed waitress whimpered in little gasps of heatedly erupting pleasure as she felt the boy's rubbery resilient cock-head budge incitingly against the trembling wet flanges of her shamelessly aroused cunt. With determined abandon she arched her eager pelvis toward his penis at the same time as she released his adolescent young hardness from her guiding grip.
Then she felt his warmly pulsating shaft begin to enter her, the virile hardness gliding up into the moist channel of her hungrily waiting vagina as shivers of pure unadulterated animal pleasure cascaded through her entire nakedly writhing body.
Holding his breath and closing his eyes to thoroughly savor the memorable ecstasy of his first penetration of a real cunt, the aroused teenager slowly drove his lust-hardened cock up between the older woman's widespread legs. He could feel the warm wet walls of her greedily grasping cunt closing in on his throbbing cock-shaft as it made its relentless way forward, far up into the soft warm depths of her belly.
His head still spinning crazily, all the blond-haired youth could think of was: "It's really happening! I'm really doing it! I'm fucking Susan!" The aspiring young gardener was overwhelmed by the sheer romantic ambrosia of this enveloping moment, his mind and body full of soaring thoughts of smoldering fire and passionate adolescent love. God she was beautiful, his Susan. And he was fucking her!
"Gee, Susan," he whispered hotly, "you feel so good. I think you're so ... terrific!" The last word was followed by a short determined grunt as he shoved his pulsing prick even farther up into the warm wet cavern of her tightly clasping pussy.
"Ooohhhhhhh, yessss, darling ... it feels so good, what you're doing to me...." Susan sighed ecstatically as the boy's swollen member finally hit bottom, its pulsating length snugly buried in her quivering cuntal depths while the wrinkled little sac of his scrotum wedged teasingly up between her ass-cheeks. He wondered if she felt prickled by the beginning hair in that area. To Susan's heightened senses it seemed as though the throbbing length of hot hard penis was actually growing inside her, so acutely could she feel the gentle vibrations of his pounding lust as it reverberated through his embedded hardness.
The sensations soaring through the desire possessed., woman's naked body as she lay impaled beneath her sixteen year old lover were like nothing she had ever known before. She felt utterly and completely receptive to the boy, even though she knew what she and he were doing was strictly forbidden. She had deliberately seduced a boy not even out of high school and now her love-starved loins were responding to his youthful ministrations in a way she would have never dreamed possible.
"Oh, Rodney darling. I love it, I love it! Hold it just like that, darling, for another minute, so I can feel you all hard and far up inside me." Her words were automatic and urgent, and filled with all the febrile intensity she was feeling in her hotly invaded womb.
She was so pleased with the wonderful safe presence of Rodney's slender cock lying rigid and pulsing in her protective cuntal depths. It felt so virile and strong, and at the same time, it didn't hurt her. It couldn't. It just wasn't big and powerful enough. She liked it just the way it was, and she knew that she must have had a subconscious longing for it right from the moment when she had first seen Rodney. He was attractive and masculine, yet without the mature driving need that grown-up men had to completely dominate their sexual partner. She felt an equal with her young lover. In fact, to be honest with herself, she had to admit she still felt more than equal. She felt she was in complete control, and that was exactly what she wanted. She couldn't bear the idea of ever again being made the wounded victim of domineering male sexuality!
Rodney had thrilled to the long eager embrace in which Susan held him close while she savored the feel of his rhythmically beating cock-shaft buried far up inside her ecstatically gripping cunt passage. He'd thought he wouldn't be able to stand it another minute, when she consciously flexed her slippery cuntal muscles around his feverishly throbbing hardness, but he had survived her talented ministrations and reveled in the knowledge that this pretty waitress from Del Vecchio's Sandwich Shop appreciated his hardened penis up inside her tight little pussy. But now he wanted to try something more and carefully, ever so carefully he began to pull out his thickened shaft from its warm wet resting place in her belly. It throbbed and pulsed feverishly in response to her eager farewell cuntal grasp, and the boy could have sworn from the sensations emanating from his youthful shaft that it must have swollen to at least five times what it was when it entered the velvety vaginal cavern. He'd had no idea that a woman's pussy was so versatile, that it could consciously grasp and suck at a guy's cock the way a hungry bearded little mouth could do.
At last, when just the rounded cock-head was still enclosed in the older woman's lewdly stretched cunt, the boy surged forward again, this time sinking his entire pulsing cock-shaft all the way to the hilt in one fell swoop.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhuuunnnggghh...." Susan mewled lustfully beneath the boy. "You're doing such a good job, darling. You're sure you haven't been telling lies to me about fucking a girl's pussy before!"
The older woman's appreciative encouragement goaded the boy to greater lascivious effort, and he immediately began to establish a slow rhythm, driving deep up into the heated depths of her eagerly receptive cunt walls and then pulling almost all the way out in a-single smooth stroke. His balls felt heavy under their surging load of sperm, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up this rhythmic fucking tempo for long. This was such a different thing from jacking off in his own hands, so much more to think about, like satisfying the woman, too. He wished he had more control over when he'd shoot off his painfully waiting cum.
"Rodney, darling, you're such a marvelous lover...." Susan crooned ecstatically as she flexed her hips upward to receive the hard eager downthrusts of the boy's energetically pumping prick and then ground her wantonly undulating buttocks into the bed in order to intensify his withdrawal stroke which was scraping across her sensitive little clitoris. Her lust-fired mind now freed of all guilt feelings, the wanton brunette reveled in the sensuous enjoyment of her boy lover's ardent fucking. Here was no passion driven older male interested only in his own selfish fulfillment, but an eager affectionate boy who wanted to please her as much as himself.
She felt a rush of affection as she gazed up at the boy's flushed face. He was so young and vulnerable, and she was proud of herself for seeing him safely on the road to mature sexual enjoyment. Now she realized that he was fighting against cumming. Her own heatedly aroused body was striving furiously for completion, and she knew that when she reached it she would let herself go completely, in a way she hadn't been able to do for years. She felt so safe with this cute young boy, so safe to be herself without fear of belittling male criticism.
His breath coming in forced staccato gasps, Rodney was grinding his hips almost frantically against his lover's upturned cunt, forcing his wildly throbbing cock far up into her tight vaginal sheath.
He felt as though his head was going to explode as the agonizing pressure in his cum-filled young balls reached intense proportions. The fact that he'd been able to hold back on cumming this long was a source of pride to the inexperienced boy, a vindication of any embarrassment he might have felt in cumming in Susan's hand the day before. He knew now he could hold back if he really worked at it, and that helped set his mind at rest about his sexual prowess.
He also could fuck a girl and have her like it, just like that braggart Tony. For there was no doubt in the ex-virgin's mind that Susan was enjoying herself as much as he was, he could see that just from the dazed wild look in her eyes and the way she was battering her loins up against his and making weird moaning sounds. Her cream-white breasts were heaving fitfully beneath his chest and her little pink nipples were standing as erect as sentries, grazing incitingly against his hard flesh. Yes, there was no doubt Susan liked the way he was screwing her!
"Oooooooohhhhhhh, yesssssss ... do it like that, Rodney darling. Keep it up, sweetheart. It feels sooooooo good."
Though the boy's enthusiasm for his erotic task was already at a fiery peak, the older woman's wanton words helped spur him on to even greater heights of abandoned energy, thrusting his hardened penis tirelessly far up into the churning vaginal passage beneath him. The boy suddenly wondered curiously if the waiter was going to cum, the way women did in some of the books Tony had lent him. He wondered what it would be like to see a girl cum.
"Oh, Rodney ... oh, oh ... yes, do it like that. Oh, I'm going to ahh, ahhhhh...." A great wave of over whelming fiery sensations swept over the feverishly aroused brunette, carrying with it all consciousness, all awareness of things around her she might still have possessed ... leaving only the intense rushing heat that assaulted every inch of her fearfully gyrating body so that it seemed inundated with incredible darts of soaring rapture. Never had she known such intense primitive release ... never!
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh...! I'm ... c-c-c-cummmmmmmmmmming!" With this moaning explanation of her passionate abandon, the young still-married woman gave herself up completely to the rampaging excitement that rushed through her, leaving her a twisting writhing mass of possessed sensuality climaxing wantonly there on the bed, grasping feverishly at her boy lover's shoulders as though looking for a handrail to keep her from drowning.
Rodney was mesmerized by the woman's intense reaction to her cunt-flooding orgasm. He had never dreamed that a woman could reach this insane peak, and he almost felt frightened for a moment by her convulsive behavior, it was so wild, so frantic.
Then suddenly he himself was caught in the grip of a gigantic shudder, and he was thrusting his loins fervently against her gyrating, voraciously clutching vagina, his wildly jerking cock pounding uncontrollably up into her tight throbbing cunt. With a long grateful sigh he felt the release of the tremendous pressure in his balls, and then he knew his thick white sperm was shooting up the length of his jerking member, gushing geyser-like into the steamy welcoming depths of Susan's cunt. For a moment his breath was coming in intense fitful gasps as he lost all control over his actions, borne like a ragdoll on the peaking tide of his soaring erotic climax.
"I'm cummmmming, Susan!" he moaned, his lean young body jerking uncontrollably against her receptive pelvis. Susan felt the hot flood of his overflowing sperm with a little masochistic thrill of joyful acceptance. The realization that she was receiving his virginal semen into her sated womb added salaciously to her waning orgasmic passion, and even when she felt his exhausted penis begin to deflate inside her still churning vaginal depths, she wouldn't let it go. Her cuntal muscles grasped it greedily, pumping it for every last drop of the boy's youthful life-fluids.
At last the slender cock slipped from her wetly twitching pussy, and the exhausted boy collapsed over her still quivering body.
The mellow brunette resolved to let him lie there with her on the bed for a little while so he could savor fully the delightful aftermath of spent passion. Soon enough they would have to arise and come face to face with the lurid knowledge of what they had just done. For the boy it had been a wonderful new adventure, but for her she knew there waited nothing but the cold clammy torture of shame and guilt. But for now she just wouldn't let herself think about the moral repercussions of her wanton behavior.
"Rodney, you're so lovely," the naked young waitress murmured dreamily as she clasped her arms around her sleeping lover and let herself sink into a gentle contented slumber in which she dreamed that her garden was all planted and grown. It waved around the house in a myriad of colors, but the only flower she could identify was the little five-pointed, bright blue Love-in-a-Mist.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Man, that's bad, ain't it, Tony!" exclaimed Harris, a glint of humor in his dark eyes. "A salesman with over-night accommodations and everything! Why the hell ain't I selling seeds?"
The three boys, Harris, Red, and Tony were crammed into the front seat of Tony's old Dodge and had been parked around the corner but within full sight of Susan's front door for hours.
"He's selling seeds, all right," Tony said with a wry grin. "Seeds for the Garden of Eden."
"Oh," said Red, who like Rodney and Harris had been schooled by Tony, "let's go knock on the gate, Tony!"
"No, I wouldn't do that to a chum, would you?" Tony turned on him with a scowl. "Couldn't we go peek in a window then?" Red asked. He had been imagining with the boys all evening about what was going on in there between the pretty waitress from Del Vecchio's and his buddy, Rodney Seeger. Now he wanted to see!
"Naw," said Tony as though such an action couldn't possibly interest an old pro like himself. But his busy mind was trying to hatch a plan whereby he might taste of the same fruits, he was not about to do anything that would risk his chances. He knew Rodney had visited Susan the day before, ostensibly to show her his seeds. Rodney had told that much, probably because that's all he expected to do, thought Tony. But something big had developed, Tony could tell from the change in his old buddy. When he had told Tony about coming out here with the seeds, he took Tony's razzing with his usual bashful delight. When the boys had kidded him about it today, he was far more serious and defensive. Tony had decided to keep an eye on him. This broad was too good to miss out on if there was a chance!
"Are we going to give her a bang?" Harris inquired, a strange pride in his voice. What he was really asking was whether it was okay for him to muscle in on Rodney's girl. After all, Rodney outranked him in that subtle order groups of boys often take. Tony was tops and Red was the baby. There was no chance of upsetting Tony because he was a senior, but Rodney was only a junior like himself and his status was based only on size and brains.
"Well, first we have to be sure that's what is really going on!" Red spoke up, still wanting to see if the shades were drawn in the bedroom. "She met him at the door in a bathrobe and he didn't even bother to take his seeds with him this time," Tony noted evenly as though any fool should be able to draw the right conclusions from such telltale facts.
Tony was running over several ideas in his mind and finally discarded any that had to do with an approach in the sandwich shop. That was the place to make a good innocent impression, he decided. Looking as though he were on the make there would very likely queer it for good. He knew that Harris was waiting to find out if they were going to do anything about this tonight. Tony knew enough about this sort of thing to realize that if they barged in there, they might be able to blackmail it out for her. On the other hand, that would ruin them with Rodney for good. He would very likely defend her and the bastard had hands like steel. "Not tonight," he spoke up in answer to Harris's question. "We better leave things be for tonight, don't you think, Harris?" He knew Harris had no opinion on the matter, but usually he sought out Rodney's opinion in this manner and he spoke from habit.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I think you're right," Harris nodded, all aglow with his new status.
"We know the story now. Let's go home," Tony suggested and started the car without waiting for anyone's agreement.
"Aw shit!" Red pouted as they drove off.
Tony thought all the way home and all through school the next day about how he was going to pull it off. Harris and Red respected his privacy because they knew he was trying to think up a plan whereby they could all profit from this interesting situation. Both Harris and Red were tired of pictures and it had been Rodney who cautioned them away from the last girls at school with his statistics on disease and his story about how when these girls got pregnant they went looking for some inexperienced way to lay it on.
By the time school was over Tony had made his decision. If Rodney had not been all wrapped up in his own memories, he surely would have noticed the strange behavior in his friends. The boys made arrangements to meet at Del Vecchio's after school, but that was normal.
And it was especially all right today since it was Susan's day off. He tried to avoid going there now so she would not be uncomfortable. He knew the legal problem, too, and did not want to risk anyone's suspicions.
But Tony was the gambler that Rodney was not. He was going to gamble that he could lay Susan before the boys brought Rodney into the picture that afternoon! The three of them might have tried for it without Rodney's involvement except that he had the only other car, or access to one, in the group besides Tony's. At first, Tony was going to drive the other two out to Susan's with him and have them wait a half hour in the car before barging in, but what if Rodney showed up and ruined everything? No, the boys would have to keep Rodney occupied for about a half hour and then get him to take them there in his brother's car. Red had objected that Rodney might not be able to get the car on such short notice but Tony assured him he would. He felt a little guilty giving such assurance, but he was selfish enough to want her for himself, at the expense of his friends if necessary.
Now Tony stood nervously outside Susan's front door, eagerly rehashing the approach he had planned. Man, this could be the chance of a lifetime, the excited teenager reminded himself as he considered the attractive possibility that Susan had actually been involved in illicit sexual activity with his pal. He was still not sure. A good deal of his prowess and so-called knowledge was bluff. Oh, he'd had his women but not with quite the same frequency that his braggadocio suggested. Anyway, he wanted to play his cards exactly right. He had been dreaming of getting into this gorgeous broad's pants ever since she started at Del Vecchio's. But he'd have to play it real cool, he warned himself. If she were already satisfied with Rodney, he'd get thrown out at the slightest wrong move. So he'd have to make sure her defenses were really down before he tried any funny business. Bracing himself for the coming campaign, Tony reached up and pushed boldly on the doorbell, hearing the chimes clearly through the door.
Several minutes passed and nothing happened. Hell, her car was in the driveway, but still he began to consider the dread possibility that the waitress might not even be at home. God, that would blow it. Rodney would warn her unless ... unless he could call Del Vecchio's in time and warn the boys not to say anything. He was about to leave when he was sure he'd heard footsteps on the other side of the door.
"Who is it?" a familiar voice asked cautiously from inside the house.
"It's me, Tony, ma'am. I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I came way out here to see you about my part in the garden Rod's designing."
Suddenly he heard a chain being unfastened and his heart revived from the place it had sunk after he had spoken and there had been no reply. Susan's lovely curious face appeared in the crack of the opened doorway.
"Your part?" she asked. "What do you have to do with it?"
"Didn't Rod explain?" he asked, a look of shocked pain on his handsome features.
"No he didn't. Are you a friend of his?" she asked a bit nervously.
"Yeah," Tony admitted innocently. "And a working partner in the business when he remembers, I guess." Tony spoke with just enough self-righteous rancor, he hoped, to convince her that he had every right to be included in any deal the tall blond teenager had made.
"Oh, well, I'm sure he meant to or ... or ... maybe he did and I've just forgotten," Susan soothed. A bright grin crossed the face of her caller and deepened his dimples so that she recognized him from the shop. He was the boy with the dimples like George's, she recalled. Rodney had dimples, too, but they didn't show easily and usually not at all. If this boy would only have something done to his hair! Of course, maybe he couldn't afford the price of barbers. Three or four dollars can be a hell of a lot of money to some people. "I'm sorry," she said suddenly, realizing that she was leaving him standing at the door and here he had come all this way. She had been terrified that the chimes meant Rodney had returned. She was determined to turn him away without even opening the door. He had even left the seeds again, but she planned to pass them out under the chain lock. Now she could give the seeds to this boy as long as they were in business together. In fact she was relieved to find that Rodney had a partner. That would solve everything. She really did want the talented boy to design her gardens for her. She would tell Rodney that but insist that he bring his partner, Tony, for protection!
As he entered the living room, Tony breathed a sigh of relief. One round was behind him, now came the battle! He was a little dismayed that she had not answered the door in her bathrobe. Instead she was very respectably dressed in a long quilted, flowered skirt with a purple top. Things were not going to be as easy as the crafty boy had hoped. The uneasy thought struck him that perhaps Rodney hadn't fucked her after all. Tony just hoped that he wasn't about to make a grade-A fool of himself, but he reckoned the prize was worth the risk.
"Well, just what is it you do?" she asked him dispassionately. The youth did feel ill at ease before her even stare. He shifted from one foot to the other as he prepared to speak.
"Oh, Rodney sticks me with the heavy work," he grinned, still a little nervous. "I do all the digging and fixing his soil for him. He is so damned fussy! Oh, pardon me," he apologized for swearing, all very deliberate. He noted her relaxing. Cripes! Maybe he should get into acting. He wasn't half bad!
"Why don't you sit down," she invited. "Rodney left ... uh ... these flower packets. I wanted to look them over but I haven't really had a chance. I was going to do it when you came!"
Then she noticed that the boy's spirits had fallen and that he had picked up the packets of seeds and was thumbing through them absently, apparently not seeing them, his mind elsewhere. His lip was actually quivering!
Automatically she sat beside him on the couch. "Why, Tony, what ever is the matter?" she asked with sincere concern.
He didn't dare take his thoughts from where they were or his conscience would have surely won out. He felt like a shit for lying to her like this, but those defeating feelings were sufficiently submerged. His lip kept trembling obediently. "Of course, maybe Rodney doesn't want me anymore. After all, he could get anyone he wants to do the digging. He don't need me." He spoke more and more softly as he went so that she was soon leaning toward him just to hear what he was saying.
"I don't think that's true," she said.
"The thing is my ma wants me to get a regular job and I can't if I'm going to get my schoolwork done, too. Of course, she don't care about that. All she wants is a little extra money coming in."
Well, she had been right about the price of haircuts and the reason his hair looked so bad. "Do you make much from this?" she asked with some surprise.
"Oh, sure," he said. "I usually get asked to go back and weed for people, too," he explained. "Then that leads into mowing lawns and such. The nice thing is the hours are irregular and I can work it around my homework, see? But...." and again he became morose, "what I really wanted was to go into business with Rodney."
"I'm sure you have the wrong idea about what Rodney wants," Susan assured him. She could not imagine Rodney pulling any kind of double cross.
"Naw, I ... I ... know of a few other jobs he's done lately without me." He was actually crying. "You see, my dad will say he told me so. He even might make me leave school and get a job. He don't see no use to graduating anyway!" he sobbed out. Susan was overcome by the pathos in the boy's heart-wrenching confession. She remembered what her high school years had meant to her, and her tender heart felt an urgent desire to console the emotionally disturbed youngster, to let him know that somebody cared about his life and what he wanted. Without thinking at all of what she was doing, she got up to sit on the other side of him, on the arm of the sofa and put an arm around his shoulder and drew him compassionately toward her, oblivious for the moment to the fact that she was caressing not a child, but a boy almost ready to graduate into adulthood. Her only conscious intention was to soothe the youth's obvious distress.
Once he felt the slender arm on his shoulder and was drawn toward that luscious body, feeling the tantalizing mound of her breast against his head, Tony forgot the morbid feelings he had dredged up to serve him and concentrated wholeheartedly on his aching desire to seduce this gorgeous older woman. He nestled his face surreptitiously into the sweet warmth of her heaving stomach for a moment, breathless in his eagerness to penetrate farther through the purple jersey and seek out the full thrusting mounds of her ripely contoured breasts. Planting his face full under her breast against her ribs, he pressed his lips, nose, and chin against the warm crevice in a subtle disguise of a passionate kiss. At the same time the scheming boy wrapped his arms furiously around her waist as though in an urgent bid for more of the maternal consolation that she was offering him. God! This was such heaven, young Tony could scarcely restrain himself from beginning to kiss and stroke greedily at the yielding softness of the unsuspecting young woman's breasts.
Susan's feelings were mixed at the moment. Obviously he was in dire need of sympathy and affection. As a friend of Rodney's, he had won her sympathy without her stopping to think that to her he was a stranger. Her feelings for Rodney sort of transferred over. Still, somewhere in the deepest recesses of her consciousness, the compassionate waitress was aware of little warning tingles of awakening passion as the boy's arms held her so strongly and close, his young head burrowing snugly under the upthrusting curve of her sensitive breasts.
Tony began to breathe easier over the problem of winning Susan's confidence, nor was obviously not about to push him away. She had fallen, hook, line and sinker for his sob story. Now it was just a matter of writing the last chapter. Thought he felt more relieved about his chances of success, the youth could barely keep his excitement from expressing itself in his rushed words as he looked sorrowfully up at the lovely older woman.
"You're really a fine lady ... gee ... I don't even know your name!"
"Susan," she whispered, not even wondering how he had found her without her name.
"Susan," he repeated and continued with his line. "My mother never bothered trying to make us kids feel better like this. Seems as though she can't pull herself away from the bottle long enough. My father likes her to drink, though; it makes it easier for him to beat her up, you know?" As he finished speaking, the boy immediately buried his face once again under the scrumptious mound that rested innocently against his forehead.
Susan could feel her eyes filling with tears as Tony confided in her the bitter details of his neglected childhood. This poor, fine, handsome boy; what could she do to give him a new start in life? She was, first of all, going to have a talk with Rodney, as much as she had decided to avoid him. She was unaware, so carefully did he move, that Tony had let one hand slide downward a little so that it rested on the beginning swell of the waitress's ripely sculpted ass-cheeks. He began to make little soothing circles with his hand so that it eventually ended up on Susan's heaving breast.
"Sounds to me as though they can't cope with their own problems, Tony," she explained, inadvertently running her fingers caressingly through the boy's messy hair. "They don't know what to do with your problems if they can't solve their own, I don't suppose. We're all alike a little, you know. We think more of ourselves than others at some point and then ... then we end up hurting someone we wouldn't have hurt for all the world if we'd been in complete control of ourselves." She was repeating aloud the thoughts she had had in connections with her own separation. They sounded truer now than when she had first thought them.
"Yes, ma'am," the boy mumbled into the underside of her full breast while his hand continued to massage gently, ever so gently, at the taut swell of her buttocks through the quilted skirt, easing down a little farther with every soothing stroke. He instinctively appreciated the quilted skirt now without being able to quite understand that it was to his advantage because it make her feel more secure and less apprehensive.
Somehow Susan had become very important in this youngster's struggle to relate to the world. She also wondered if it were not possible that men might be gender if more mothers were unafraid of affection to their sons. They certainly wanted affections! Through her, Susan further mused, Tony might learn to be more, objective and not think some grievous wrong had been done him on the slightest provocation. She was not up to analyzing the whole thing, but she simply felt that her sympathy was terribly important to him.
She was grateful now in many ways for the boy's presence in her home today. She needed so much to be useful, to help others, to feel that her life had a purpose. In her present state of mind, it seemed almost natural to Susan somehow when the boy suddenly reached up and planted his lips on hers, claiming a kiss that was at first long and hard but essentially innocent then became more searching, more insistent as his tongue darted out forcefully and thrust its way up between her lips to investigate the hot recesses of her unconsciously yielding mouth. Both her arms suddenly became wrapped around the boy's neck as she answered his startling kiss with open-mouthed, heated intensity, shooting out her tongue to tangle with his in voracious lustful abandon. This poor boy, this poor wonderful boy; he needs affection so badly, these were the words that swam winningly through her head as her body melted to his with obscene enthusiasm. And she understood exactly how he felt. Oh how well she understood what it was to be abandoned and neglected by the person you loved most in all the world, to be forced to pick up the tattered pieces of your life and start again, lonely and afraid without the encouraging presence of someone who loves you to ease the endless struggle.
As the youth's relentless mouth bore up heavily on hers, Susan felt herself being pulled along the length of the sofa, seated and then pushed back the length of the couch until she was lying flat on her back. Still she returned the salacious intensity of the boy's hot, repeated kisses, aware of an oddly pleasurable sensation running along her spine, sending tingling darts of lewdly tantalizing pleasure to every nerve ending.
Suddenly, she realized that this sixteen or seventeen year old boy was actually caressing her buttocks obscenely through her skirt, stroking and trying to pinch her in a way that could by no stretch of the imagination be interpreted as the innocent caress of a grief-stricken boy in search of a mother substitute. Not, that is, unless he were thinking of incest and of actually fucking his own mother.
Tony had let his built-up sexual excitement have more and more free rein as he realized that the waitress was responding with even more heated ardent desire than he had dared hope for. There was no doubt in his mind now that Susan was a very hot little number indeed and his swollen cock jerked lustily in his pants as he realized the longed-for prize could be his.
The conniving teenager was convinced now that there had been some funny business going on between Susan and Rodney Seeger. Even though Tony was won't to dismiss Rodney as not much competition in this man's world because of his gentleness and in spite of his iron fists, he had to admit that the kid was one very good-looking guy. With his solid muscular build and handsome blond features, Rodney would have been sure to attract the obviously horny waitress' interest like fly to honey, Tony calculated excitedly as he prepared for his next move which was to be boldest of all.
His plan swung immediately into high gear as suddenly the abandoned older woman began to struggle desperately against embrace as she fought to resume a sitting position on the couch.
"Let me up," Susan ordered her young assailant as her distracted senses began to reassemble and convince her that she had somehow allowed herself to become morally benumbed by the young boy's pathetic tale. It was as though she had temporarily lost her capacity to judge right and wrong ... again. Wanting only to console a distraught boy, she had suddenly found herself in a lewdly passionate embrace with a young man, with things progressing at a ferociously heated intensity that had finally shocked her back to her right senses. Well, enough was enough, and she certainly was never going to get herself into another contemptible situation like last evening's again, no way! Her quiet day at home had helped the guilt-wracked brown-haired waitress come to that much of a decision about her future course anyway. Never again would she succumb to her heinous weakness for young boys. It was wrong, it was perverted, but most of all, it was illegal!
"Now, come on, Tony. Let me up. This is dumb," she fumed as she finally struggled to a sitting position, rage, embarrassment, and a desire to be reasonable fighting for control of her scattered emotions.
"Dumb!" Tony was suddenly standing on the carpet before her, looking down at her with a strange, somehow frightening gleam in his green eyes. What had come over this youngster who moments ago had been so guilt-wracked and then had succumbed to inadvertent passion? Or had it been inadvertent? Had the boy perhaps plotted the whole scene? Susan fought to keep a building sensation of terror from rising to her throat to strangle her decision to take this situation firmly in hand right now.
"I bet you didn't call it dumb when you were doing it with Rodney Seeger." The boy's eyes were hard, accusing.
The diminutive waitress had been about to rise to her feet to offset the tactical advantage the boy held while he stood over her, but his words sent her sprawling back against the couch as forcefully as if he'd hit her in the belly. He knew! Oh, my God, it was all over. Her disgraceful behavior with her innocent young lover was becoming public knowledge. Her life would be in ruins! Oh, no, oh, no!
The overcome brunette covered her eyes with her hands as though this simple gesture would help protect her from the incredible hopelessness that had washed over her as surely and destructively as a tidal wave. She sat there, wordless, defeated, not struggling ... not knowing how to struggle ... for several moments. It was as though she were waiting for the boy that towered over her to deal the final merciful blow to put her out of her misery once and for all.
But no, there was one possibility. Maybe Tony was bluffing. After all, the only way he could know for sure would be if Rodney had told him and ... oh God, surely not. Rodney would never betray her like that. Would he? Convinced that this was her one hope of rescue, she decided that the boy must surely be trying to make her incriminate herself. Well, she'd show him!
Slowly, as though to disguise the sudden shift in her mood, Susan raised her head to look at the waiting, leering boy. "Tony, you have shocked me deeply. I thought you and Rodney were good friends, partners! Where did you hear such a disgusting story? And to think that you would believe it and repeat it to me ... I would never have believed boys did those things, at least to their buddies. You must know the whole story's preposterous."
Tony was a little shaken by the older woman's words. He'd been sure at first that he had her, that she was going to own up to the whole thing with Rodney, but now he couldn't be sure where he stood. But he had watched his mother try to bluff his dad too many times to feel completely defeated. Furthermore, he had had good training watching his dad handle the situation. He knew at once that his only course was to persevere in the route he'd chosen and hope that Susan was staging a bluff.
"Won't work, Susan." He shook his head slowly, seriously, as though he were chiding a small child. Then, raising a finger meaningfully and pointing it toward his chest he added. "I know!"
Susan's momentary bravado collapsed immediately. It was no use. The boy obviously had good reason to believe the story. That could only mean one thing: Rodney had given away their secret. Hard as she found it to believe, the unhappy woman would think of no other reason for this older boy's brazen self-confidence. The lonely waitress sank back miserably against the couch, all fight gone now as the sickening realization took hold that her young friend, her ONLY friend, had talked about her and their relationship to the other kids at school. Of course, what could you have expected, she told herself bitterly. You can't rest all your hopes, all your desires for friendship, all your sexual frustration, on a young boy, and expect him to act like a responsible adult when even grown men couldn't do it! She'd acted foolishly. More than foolishly, too, immorally and illegally! And she was going to be punished for it now. This strange vindictive boy was going to do what he would probably like to do this to his parents, turn her over to the police! Oh, God. Her life was a disgrace and she hadn't even gotten started!
Unable to even weep in her utter hopelessness, Susan stared up dispassionately at the youngster that stood over her, waiting for him to continue his accusations, to let her know her pretense of being a good, moral person had been totally and irredeemably shattered. No words came. Finally she spoke herself.
"Okay, Tony. You win. Congratulations. Now you can go get the police. Enjoy yourself." The words were cold, listless.
The expectant youngster's heart caught in his throat as the older woman finally uttered the words that proved beyond any doubt that she'd had something going on with Rodney Seeger. Now he had the aces in his hand. All he had to do was lay them on the table.
"Oh, no, Susan. I wouldn't want to turn you into the police. You know I like you. Of course, if you didn't cooperate, but than I figure you might...."
Susan's eyes flew up to meet the green stare of her willful assailant. He was such a strange boy, gentle and endearing at times and at times so hard and incredibly cold. Even understanding why the unfortunate boy's behavior was so erratic, if it was all true about his family, Susan couldn't help being a little frightened by the chill detachment that shone now in his yes. Even in her hopelessness, the fear made her voice sound sharp, commanding. God she sounded like George!
"What are you talking about, Tony? Just what have you got in mind?"
"I'm going to fuck you, ma'am." The boy's expression suddenly broadened into an eager, youthful grin.
A shudder of horror at the hopelessness of her situation and the lewdness of the teenager's intentions quaked through Susan's voluptuous body as she struggled to fathom this latest incredible statement. "You're wha...?" She .knew she'd heard correctly, but what did he take her for? And had he no respect for his friend, Rodney? She guessed she understood that she was no longer in a category of respectable women. After all, hadn't she already stolen the virginity of a trusting, eager youth not out of his teens? So she admitted that she might no longer be qualified to be treated like ordinary decent people.
"First I want you to take off your clothes, Susan. It'll make it a lot easier." The short burst of laughter that followed the boy's words had no softening effect on his eyes. They watched her impersonally as she automatically began to unzip her jersey.
Scarcely able to believe his good fortune, Tony watched eagerly while his lovely, silken-haired hostess drew the purple jersey off over her head and then eased off the brassiere and allowed the full sensuous mounds of her lushly rounded breasts to leap free. Why, oh why did it always feel so good to expose herself to a male in spite of the circumstances? Released from their confining clothing and titillated by contact with the warm air of the living room, they seemed to swell right before the boy's gaze even as her firm rubbery little nipples leapt to hard provocative tautness as though begging someone to reach out and touch them.
He reached out and she stepped back. So? Where could she go? Slowly he moved forward and slowly she backed off into the hall.
"Yes, the bedroom might be better," he said as though she were trying to lead him there. "As long as you've agreed it has to happen," he said in a way of reminding her. She turned then and walked stoically to the bedroom and without being asked, quickly pulled the big spread and blankets off the bed. Now she wished she had not changed the sheets this morning because sure as hell, she was going to get rid of anything he touched. These sheets had a scattering of little roses. She had bought them, she recalled, with a slight showing of tears in her eyes, because they had reminded her of the roses George had brought to go with her blue formal. She dropped her skirt to the floor. Tony came up behind her and reaching around teased and worried her resilient little nipples while she looked down, staring glumly at his hands that she wished did not feel so good.
With a last gesture of defiant boldness, the humiliated and half-aroused woman pulled her panties over her sensuously rounded hips and down her long, shapely legs. She wanted desperately to keep up a brave front, to make him think she didn't care, even as she quivered with the shame of feeling her body respond as his young hands roamed lustfully over her firm, swollen breasts. He turned her around.
"Wow!" the boy breathed aloud as he gazed awestruck at the waitress's voluptuous nakedness as she stood helplessly before him. Cripes! Susan made the girls from school look like scarecrows! The boy knew she had a good build. Her pink uniform did nothing to conceal that. But he hadn't dreamed she'd be this gorgeous with firm, out-thrust breasts, tapering waist, ripely flaring hips and buttocks, and that little triangle of brown pussy hair. Oh man, this was going to be some assignment he'd given himself. Only he didn't like the way she was behaving. The girls he'd had were always panting to get fucked by the time they got naked. He couldn't let this proud older woman remain oblivious to his lustful caresses. Drastic action was called for.
Susan couldn't contain a little tremor of pride as she heard the lustful boy's unconscious murmur of appreciation of her nakedness but she at once reined in the feeling, chiding herself for her vanity, reminding herself that she was not doing this because she wanted to. She would have to let this domineering boy fuck her, but she certainly did not have to like it. And she determined to resist his caresses with her mind if she was powerless to resist with her body.
"You don't look too enthusiastic, Susan," Tony told her casually as he bent forward and pushed her knees apart so that she unwillingly had to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to have to lick your pussy first."
"Look, Tony, why don't you just hurry up and get this over with," Susan groaned in angry frustration as the boy kneeled before her spreadeagled form and placed a hand on each knee to hold them apart. Staring in helpless fascination at the youth's purposeful arrogance, she saw him lewdly lick his lips in anticipation of the obscene ravishment of her defenselessly proffered vagina.
"There's no hurry, ma'am. My folks don't care where the hell I am. It wouldn't do them no good if they did!" He smiled impishly as he looked up at the older woman's face, his features and those tantalizing dimples just visible to her over the lewdly exposed tangle of her light brown pussy hair.
The waitress shivered convulsively both at the obscene picture of the male kneeling before her nakedly submitted cunt and at the mention of his folks, a chilling reminder that she was once again about to have illicit relations with a mere boy who hadn't yet left home. The fact that it was she this time who was the victim and the youngster the seducer didn't make her feel the slightest bit better. It was still wrong, horribly wrong, and it was only her own unforgivable behavior the last two evenings with Rodney that had gotten her into this new but equally shameful situation.
"Okay, Susan," the experienced teenager taunted her. "I'm going to lick your cunt now, and I won't stop until you feel like you really want me to fuck you. I want you to enjoy yourself too, ma'am," he told her, a grave expression in his penetrating green eyes.
Susan shuddered with unwilling excitement as she felt the handsome youth part her pubic hair and slowly draw apart her fearfully quivering vaginal lips, exposing the moistened pink slit of her defenseless pussy to his exultant gaze. She turned away from the obscene sight of his smiling face so close to her most secret parts and looked for something in her bedroom to distract her attention.
She had no time to interest herself in the pictures tastefully scattered about the room, for all of a sudden her whole body jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of pure soaring pleasure as Tony's clamped down over the quivering little mound of her cunt at the base of her belly.
"Oh, my God," the voluptuous brunette breathed as the talented boy planted wet, teasing kisses along the tender flanges of her soft, blood-swollen pussy-lips. She felt all resistance, all horror at the shamefulness of her position quickly ebbing away as the boy's tongue flickered lightly over the unguarded little hole to her wetly quivering cunt.
Then suddenly his tongue bore its liquid fire to the taut little tip of her sensitively erected clitoris, and the lewdly splayed woman felt her fingers and toes curling spasmodically in wanton reply to his obscene ravishment.
"Aaaaarrrggggghhh," she moaned wantonly despite her resolution to betray no emotions before this ruthless boy. But the incredible thrilling sensations of his avidly probing mouth and tongue playing over her burning vaginal entrance made her forget, almost instantaneously, every objection she had formerly felt to this lewd, perverted rape. She began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little circular motions, trying to get more of the moistly heated contact, but the youth held back, deliberately taunting her with sharp little stabs of his prodding tongue against her desire-wracked, tautened clitoris. Again and again, the tongue darted out to just brush the aroused woman, driving her to thrust her pelvis up madly in search of the agonizing, pleasure-sweet titillation. Then suddenly, the mousy head lifted from between her legs and Susan saw the handsome boy grinning boyishly up at her through the valley of her lush, upthrust breasts.
"Am I doing okay, Susan?" he asked disarmingly, thoroughly pleased by his lovely hostess's spontaneous reaction to his arduous tongue-lavings. In a sense, Tony had been jealous that the older woman he had lusted after so long had chosen Rodney Seeger as her favorite, as the one she would lavish her sensual attentions on. Right now, he was hell bent on showing her what she'd been missing out on by ignoring him at the sandwich shop. He'd show her what a guy with experience could offer her. Yep, he thought lewdly as he grinned up at her lust-twisted face, she was obviously getting the message.
Susan felt immediately softened by the boyish grin that greeted her from between her wide-splayed legs, but she checked herself before she responded too enthusiastically to the impassioned boy. After all, he was submitting her to this oral rape against her will. She couldn't act as though she approved of his disrespectful behavior. But on the other hand, the insistent burning down between her opened thighs was demanding further attention. She had to have more of his wonderful tongue kisses on her craving pussy. For that, she'd have to at least be pleasant to the boy.
"Yes, I like it," she admitted with a passion-heavy gasp, feeling a shudder of shame as the boy smiled at her even more brightly and more knowingly.
Then suddenly the breath rushed from her lungs in a great gasp as his head dipped down again and his lips began to suck, drawing the warm folds of her cunt-lips deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue still working deliciously over her straining, swollen clitoris. The sensations were almost more than she could bear, and Susan groaned rapturously as the hot probing tongue licked its tantalizing way up and down the fevered length of her hotly pulsing cuntal crevice, starting at the soft auburn patch of her pubic hair and slipping down over her responsive clitoris over the whole length of her moist vaginal crevice until it reached the fleshy divide between her ass-cheeks.
As the boy crouched between her thighs, he grinned salaciously, then flickered the tip of his agile tongue up into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, nestled just below the dilated opening of her cunt.
The wet, searing intrusion of the tongue darting so obscenely up through the sensitive rubbery rectal ring brought an automatic moan of shock combined with raw, erotic passion from deep in the black-mailed waitress's throat. Her undulating hips ground frantically up off the couch as a new pleasure raced like wildfire through her wantonly writhing body.
"Oh, yesss ... yes, Tony, yes," she mewled as the teenager stabbed his tongue again and again up through her tight-clenched sphincter, her naked young body quivering unrestrainedly beneath the overpowering assault on her senses as a wave of tiny goose bumps rippled across her belly and full heaving breasts.
Crouched lewdly between her legs, the teenager worked avidly, delighting in the salacious feel of her soft pubic curls brushing incitingly against his cheeks. A sense of elation overwhelmed the boy as he considered that all his daydreams about the waitress from Del Vecchio's had now come to sudden, unexpected fruition. Here he was, that very woman sprawled unprotestingly before him, all her lush, ripe nakedness his to do with as he pleased. It was incredible! This made life worth while! he thought lewdly as his tongue ravaged and assaulted the quivering nether channel of his wildly squirming companion.
The older woman's impassioned groans drove the recalcitrant boy to new heights of feverish activity as his tongue plunged and twirled its way up and down the steaming crevice of her passion-drenched pussy. Man, he wanted to hear her beg him to fuck her! That would show her he wasn't some dumb kid to be pitied, but a grownup man with a sexual appetite to match. And she had some appetite herself! In all his experience, the seventeen year old had never seen a female respond to a tongue in her pussy so fast.
"Aaaaagggghh, ooooohhhhhhhh," Susan groaned mindlessly as she reveled in the titillating tongue-presence intruding far up into her fervently clutching cuntal interior. The lust-deranged married woman felt as though her body was on fire as her loins jerked upward in a concerted effort to bury the flicking tongue all the way to its roots. Every muscle of the ecstatic brunette's body was tensed as she strained upward to meet and devour that maddening probe between her wide-parted thighs. She wondered vaguely for a short moment how she would ever be able to face herself again after allowing two teenage boys to make love to her when she had vowed again and again that she was going to resist temptation. And then she realized that the moral question just wasn't important any more. She had had to let this boy make love to her to avoid legal problems and certainly after tonight the idea of succumbing to teenage lust would never arise again. Perhaps she could eventually file it all away as an outrageous nightmare.
Soaring, mind-clutching passion was building in the woman's body faster than she could control it, and her lewdly splayed legs raised up and closed salaciously around the head that was laboring relentlessly over her hungering pussy. The tendons in her neck pulling taut with the strain of her abandoned response, she reached down and clutched the boy's hair, drawing his head demandingly toward the palpitating wet opening of her cunt.
The boy was beside himself with excitement as he felt his hostess's hands lock in his hair and force his face directly over her eagerly moistened vagina. His lips rounded obscenely and once again covered her hungry clasping cuntal opening so that he could fuck his tongue deep up into the dilating depths, bringing a deep, husky groan from the woman whose firm strong thighs now closed in convulsive shudders around his bobbing head. He could feel his prick throbbing stiffly inside his jeans as her hands clawed desperately at his hair, and he suddenly knew this was the time. He just had to fuck her now!
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as her head rolled back against the bed, Susan devoured each building lust sensation taunting her fire-wracked cunt with steadily increasing hunger. She could feel an incredible, smoldering climax lurking menacingly in the depths of her belly, and she looked forward with wanton anticipation to the moment when it would burst through ever nerve-ending of her undulating body, inundating her with welcome overpowering relief.
But now, suddenly the tongue deserted her, leaving her struggling in sexual frustration as she anticipated its momentary return to her wetly aroused vagina. But no, the tongue didn't lick up into her feverishly waiting cunt-hole again. What had happened?
"Tony, Tony, what have you done? Please do it to me some more. Pleeeease," she begged her adolescent lover as she looked up to see the boy standing over her where she lay sprawled back shamelessly on the bed. He was going to have to do something for her ... my God, he had to ... she'd been so close.
"It's time for a change in routine, Susan," the boy told her as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Just stay right there, ma'am. I'm going to screw your hot little pussy silly, that's all."
Heedless of anything but her own surging need, the lust-possessed brunette quickly spread her legs wide and cupped her full, heavily throbbing breasts in her hands in the very middle of the bed. She looked up expectantly at the handsome youth as he calmly removed his jeans, her eyes widening in hungry delight as she saw his virile teenage penis, thick and hard, visibly throbbing in the open air. It seemed so big after Rodney's adolescent member! It was amazing what a difference a year or so of growing could make. A little tremor of fear coursed through her at the prospect that this prick was not so harmless as Rodney's had been. It was bigger, more menacing, but her crying need was heedless to fearful cautions. Her love-starved cunt had to be filled, that's all there was to it.
"Will you let me fuck you on your hands and knees, please ma'am," Tony asked her eagerly, holding his rock-hard cock in his hand as he gazed at the voluptuous naked woman sprawled out before him like a sacrifice for a sultan's harem!
The boy could scarcely contain his raging excitement as he watched the lovely brunette eagerly turn over onto her hands and knees on the firm bed and thrust the full, milk-white, half-moons of her buttocks back up at him in salacious invitation. He'd just gotten the idea to fuck her from the rear, and he figured it was a darned good one. This would show the waitress once and for all who was boss, though apparently she already had the idea. Her body was obviously begging for it, the way she squirmed her ass-cheeks around in the air like that and looked back beseechingly at his ready nakedness.
"Come on, Tony," she coaxed him in a mewling voice heavy with desire. "Do it to me now, darling, please." The provocative woman was poignantly aware that she'd never acted so shamelessly in her entire life, but all she could think of now was the hotly flaming little cunt-hole empty and flaring wide up between her thighs that was burning maddeningly, begging to be filled with a virilely hardened cock. A tremor of embarrassment combined with wanton excitement coursed through her subserviently kneeling body as she imagined how she must look, down on her hands and knees like this, pleading with the boy who had been her assailant at first to kneel on the bed and fuck her. How much more debauched could she get? She must have hit the rock-bottom of salacious depravity, but what did she care now? She wanted to be fucked, she needed to be fucked, and the vision of his hard thick cock filling her aching cunt drifted tantalizingly before her lust-glazed eyes. Abandoning all shreds of her pride, she ground her undulating buttocks more and more wantonly back toward the taunting boy, praying that he would hurry and shove his long hard shaft of blood-swollen cock-flesh up into her hotly aroused cunt before she went stark raving mad with frustration.
Now at last her lewd prayers were answered as the naked teenager kneeled down behind the beckoning swell of her ripe white buttocks. Without further preliminaries, the boy gripped his rigid prick in his hand and guided it up the crevice between her gyrating ass-cheeks until it was safely lodged at the moistly quivering opening of her cunt. Then, pressing in against her smooth, rounded buttocks, he thrust his impatiently throbbing prick deep up into her hungrily clasping cuntal channel until at last his balls smacked with a lewd thus against her upthrust ass-cheeks. He held it there a moment, his steel-hard cock pulsating responsively as it reveled in the hot, clutching confinement of her wetly enclosing cuntal walls; then he pulled his rampaging prick almost all the way out of her pussy-hole before thrusting his skewering length immediately back up into the curl-fringed softness of her hungrily grasping vaginal lips.
"Aaaaagggghhhh," Susan cried. "Beautiful ... so good!"
The aroused youth could scarcely believe what was happening when the older woman at once began grinding her naked ass-cheeks wantonly back to meet every impaling stroke of his deeply fucking young cock as it hammered far up into her greedily absorbing belly.
Susan had felt a momentary surge of pain a the teenager's cock rammed ruthlessly right up into her hotly waiting womb, but it was only a matter of seconds before her well-lubricated cunt had dilated to accommodate the surging hard presence fucking back and forth into her hungrily welcoming pussy-channel. She immediately redoubled the erotic undulations of her obscenely upthrust buttocks in mute encouragement to the boy's skilled strokes as his wonderfully hardened penis slid in and out of her belly. Oh, God, it felt so good!
"That's right, Tony darling. Oh, fuck my pussy like that," the totally abandoned waitress moaned as the warm, moist walls of her cunt slipped wetly back over his heavily impaling cock-shaft. The boy's swollen young prick fucked relentlessly in and out of her passion expanded womb, her passionate wetness surrounding its distended hardness, lubricating his every thrust. As the youth ground his pelvis energetically forward against her squirming ass-cheeks, the lovely, brown-haired waitress strained nakedly back against him, inciting and encouraging him with her wildly rising groans of lewd appreciation.
Tony was beside himself with enthusiasm. Never before in his young life had he encountered a pussy so hot, so excitingly slickened, so hungrily wanton in its heated clutching of his hard-driving hardness. Kneeling ardently behind her nakedly bucking body, he began to fuck in and out of the older woman's wetly devouring cunt with long, lunging strokes, barely able to keep himself in control as he felt her throbbing cuntal muscles nibbling maddeningly back and forth along the lust-slickened length of his cock. He gazed down in obscene rapture at the long, graceful lines of her back as it writhed and undulated in ecstatic abandon and at the full gyrating half-moons of her naked buttocks as they twisted out her building erotic frenzy. Wow, it was too much, the boy thought wildly as he watched his wetly glistening prick fuck in and out hotly into the lewdly flexing crevice of her sensuously swaying ass-cheeks.
Susan chanted obscenely almost incoherent encouragements to the boy as his cock pistoned relentlessly up into her cum-starving pussy.
When he'd confronted her with his knowledge that the other young boy had fucked her, she'd felt she would have no difficulty in mentally resisting the youth's sexual approach. But little did she know how her traitorously responding cunt-hole cried out for hard, satisfying fucking, to be filled to the bursting with a tirelessly thick young cock that would fuck in and out of her hungrily clutching cunt until she was ready to urinate from pleasure. Tony fucked her with a growing frantic need, and she matched his every movement, straining once again for the peak of climactic sensation that was again so near, so very near.
And then, in one wildly exhilarating second which she thought she was hallucinating ... she saw a shadowy form, the silhouette of what she thought was another long hard cock, and heard excited little snickers of lascivious glee....
CHAPTER SIX
Susan suddenly felt her jaw drop in confused shock as she was confronted by a naked cock, swaying hard and throbbing mere inches from her mouth. What was going on, the nakedly kneeling, cock-filled waitress asked herself dazedly as she fought to comprehend this new startling reality. Tony's hard young cock was still fucking in and out of her ecstatically quivering pussy from behind, but his pace had slowed noticeably.
"Cripes, what are you guys doing here?" she heard him ask and then laugh, an unmistakable sign of his complicity. Guys ... my God, don't tell me there are more, she thought! The confused brunette raised her head to look at the face of the boy who now stood naked before her and recognized Tony's pal, Harris. He was staring down at her nakedly sweating curves, obvious lust shining from his eyes. Shivering slightly, the older woman looked around and past Harris to where Red stood entranced yet obviously a little frightened over by the wall. He too was naked. She'd always considered the hair-lipped, Red, a devil of a pest and yet in his way really a charming naive youngster. It made her feel soiled and embarrassed to have the youth see her being fucked like a two-bit whore on her hands and knees like this. She felt a weirdly tingling flame lick hotly up through her naked nipples, too, for the boys' nakedness indicated they meant to join in and gang-fuck her.
While her mind was wrestling furiously with this new, terrifyingly exciting thought, the brunette felt Tony ram his cock extra hard up into her now, even more hotly burning cunt. The inciting, fire-bearing sensation caused her to moan lasciviously in spite of herself, then look up in heatedly rising hunger at the two young newcomers.
"I'll tell you what we're doing here, Tony," Harris's voice was actually lilting. "We got a little worried about you being alone with an older woman like this all by yourself for so long. Thought we'd better check up. So hope we're not disturbing anything." The boy was kneeling in front of her on the bed now, kneading his swollen penis suggestively in his hand.
"Well, sit there and be good. You might learn something," Tony said in a fatherly way.
"Awwww, Tony," Harris begged, his dark eyes filled with a mock sadness and his lower lip pouting way out. "I want her to suck my prick," he said.
"If you're sure you know how, go ahead," Tony breathed. It might be a good idea to have Harris fuck her in the mouth. It might make her even hotter, if such a thing were possible.
"Okay, Suzie Q., open wide," the excited Harris sang. The lust-confused brunette hadn't fully comprehended the gist of the boys' conversation, so engrossed was she in the hotly pulsating prick that fucked endlessly far up into her fire-hot cunt. But now her eyes flickered open wide as she heard Harris's commanding words and felt something hard and rubbery pushing against her lips. What greeted her gaze was the belly and loins of the kneeling youth who was pressing the head of his thickly inflated penis into her mouth!
God, she thought weakly to herself, was there no end to her hotly rising desire to be fucked in any way possible? She'd thought she was putting an end once and for all to her illicit teenaged affairs by letting Tony fuck her this one last time. Now suddenly there was another boy who wanted to fuck her in the mouth, not to count the heavily stiffened cock of young Red who stood watchfully in the wings.
The agitated waitress started to mumble a protest. She had to hold back her lewd, uncontrollable passions in some way. She just couldn't let all three of them fuck her any way they wanted to. It would mean they could all come over to her house anytime in the future and fuck her or make her suck the cum from their hard young cocks whenever they or their friends desired.
But firm hands suddenly gripped the kneeling woman's head and pressed the resilient cock-head tightly against her mouth. Susan could only purse her lips and clench her teeth tightly together to keep the turgid intrusion away, but the passion-driven boy was not to be denied. He shoved harder against her face until it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharp barrier of her teeth. Fired with lusty determination, the youth grunted and struggled against the resisting ramparts of her mouth, wedging it open bit by bit until the kneeling brunette unconsciously let her mouth fly open as she reveled in an extra hard lunge from the older boy who fucked cunt-splittingly up into her from behind.
This was Harris's chance and he took immediate advantage, his thick shaft sliding through her wetly parted lips up into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Susan could feel the rubbery, throbbing head sliding up the full length of her tongue while she could taste the pungent masculine taste of the lubricating fluid seeping in excitement from the dilated slit on the end. The boy set up an immediate fucking rhythm up between her widely ovaled lips that caused the startled waitress to gag for a moment as he excitedly rammed his lust-bloated young cock far to the back of her throat. She fought desperately to free herself of the monstrous second impalement, but it was a useless struggle for the wildly excited youth held her head vise-like between his palms.
Tony was beginning to think Harris's idea had been a darned good one as he relished the lewd double fucking he and his buddy were subjecting the kneeling young waitress to. Immediately he quickened his riveting thrusts up into her moistly throbbing cunt, ramming ruthlessly between her hotly resilient vaginal walls as he watched his friend adjust his fucking pace in her tightly locked mouth to match his own.
Harris was wide-eyed with exuberant lust as he watched his long hard prick slide up between Susan's wetly ovaled lips until just a short stump of the thickened cock-shaft protruded from her obscenely stretched mouth. As he adjusted his tempo to match Tony's, he felt his balls slapping harshly against her throat with every instroke and he thought with wild elation that he'd never felt so good in his whole life as he did now watching this beautiful older woman lewdly entrapped between two driving cocks.
As she realized the new extent of her humiliating debasement Susan felt all passion drain from her naked body for a moment as she contemplated the horrible shame of her position. She was just a helpless lust receptacle for two teenage boys to spew their heatedly growing young cum up into, and there was nothing ... nothing she could do about it ... or oddly, wanted to do about it.
Then, strangely, as she thought of the debasement of being so thoroughly mouth and cunt fucked by the two young males buffeting her viciously between them, the idea began to excite her in a weird new way. She tried to visualize how she must look at that moment, subserviently down on her hands and knees, being fucked from both ends by two naked boys at the same time, and the very helplessness of her position added fuel to the masochistic fire gaining in intensity down in her tingling loins. Now, reveling in her wanton new situation, she began to squeeze her deeper cuntal muscles around the rock-hard prick skewering into her cunt from behind while her lips began to nibble greedily at the warmly pulsating cock in her mouth.
The lasciviously undulating brunette was falling prey to the most unexpected sensation of her life ... she wanted to be used by these two teenagers. She actually wanted them to fuck her body in whatever way they desired. She wildly wanted them to do whatever they wanted to do to her.
Unknown to the abandoned young waitress, two pairs of young eyes watched her debauched surrender to the obscene twin impalement. Red she had noticed earlier when the boys had first appeared before her naked. But the other boy she hadn't seen. He still stood over near the doorway, unnoticed by both her and Tony.
Rodney had certainly agreed to follow Tony to Susan's house when Red and Harris told him. He wanted to go alone, but it looked suspicious to insist so he had brought his friends along. He worried about Tony's possible treatment of her, but it had never occurred to the inexperienced youth he might actually witness his secret lover being fucked by two guys at once, one in the mouth and the other in the cunt, and her actually enjoying it! The innocent sensitive sixteen year old felt utterly betrayed. All his illusions were shattered in this one moment of seeing his idol moaning and wriggling uncontrollably between his school chums' relentlessly skewering cocks. The boy felt a slow anger seething menacingly in the pit of his belly.
Drunk with the masochistic desire that was suddenly surging through every fiber of her being, Susan sucked hungrily at the slippery teenage cock that slithered steadily in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every lewd thrust. The mere thought of the turgid member suddenly ejaculating, spurting its white, beautifully tasting young sperm far into the back of her throat inspired her to redouble her salacious sucking efforts, twirling her tongue obscenely in her hungrily devouring mouth.
Laboring strenuously up behind his lust possessed woman, Tony was building to a steady smoldering climax that was not to be denied much longer. This had been the most incredible experience of the green-eyed boy's life, and he could hardly wait to shoot his seething load of juvenile cum far up into the beautiful young waitress's wetly clasping cunt. He began to fuck into her greedily gripping pussy walls harder and faster, battering his pelvis mercilessly against the writhing cheeks of her upthrust buttocks while his hands gripped her undulating hips and squeezed convulsively at the firm yielding flesh between his fingers. His lips bared back from his teeth as he looked down at the older woman's erotically quivering body, lewdly impaled at both ends, and chills of excitement tingled up and down his spine.
"Wow, she's really a wild fuck!" he heard Harris say. The other boy's voice was thick and distorted with lust.
Harris was going crazy as he watched the nakedly perspiring woman greedily massaging the loose skin of his balls with one hand as she sucked dementedly up and down his wildly jerking cock all the way from the mushroom-tipped head to the hairy base. Suddenly choking noises began to rise from the boy's constricted throat; his eyes bulged as he stared lasciviously at the waitress's lips working hotly over his pistoning shaft as he struggled to bury its turgid hardness deep in her throat ... and suddenly succeeded. He could feel her relax her throat muscles momentarily and his cock-head pop through her tonsil ring deep down into the hungrily clasping walls of her throat.
"Oh, man!" Harris's breath was coming in hurried gasps. "I'm cumming...." he rasped down at Susan as his hips jerked convulsively against her face and his hands tangled cruelly in her brown silky hair in order to press her mouth down harder on his erupting member.
Fighting frantically for breath, Susan felt the hot surging semen suddenly spewing into her greedily sucking mouth, flooding down into the back of her throat with a hotly gushing torrent of thick fiery liquid. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon as she gulped desperately to keep from choking on the gushes of jism that spurted from the teenager's madly ejaculating prick. Sucking and swallowing in lust-crazed hunger, she fastened her lips like an elastic band around the jerking cock, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious gushing fluid. At last she had sucked him dry and the boy collapsed exhausted back on the bed before her while Susan licked greedily at the pungent shiny cum juice that still glistened lewdly on her lips.
As the one limp deflated member deserted her mouth the lust-deranged brunette threw herself totally into satisfying the hard swelling member that still rammed rhythmically up between her wildly gyrating buttocks. Totally at the mercy of this all-consuming lust that had taken full possession of her wantonly aroused body, she ground her blazing loins mindlessly back against Tony's forward-jerking hips as she felt his prick throb into an impressive swelling that was the unmistakable sign of his beginning orgasm.
She felt her ass-cheeks being flattened ruthlessly apart as the incensed youth thrust powerfully up into her hungrily clutching cunt, shoving his relentlessly fucking cock as far as it could go up into her wildly constricting pussy-hole. She felt cum-fluids flooding hotly into her greedily clasping belly. As the boy jerked obsessively up against her rotating ass-cheeks, shooting the last spurts of his teeming orgasm far up into her receptively absorbing cunt-well, the brunette was dimly aware of his bloated testicles slapping harshly against her clitoris.
Harris looked up at the writhing older woman just in time to see her mouth drop open in a muffled groan as she began to toss her silky hair wildly from side to side, her buttocks twisting and thrusting in urgent response to Tony's fading orgasmic rhythm behind her.
"Aaaaahhhh, I'm cummminggg," Susan moaned passionately as every muscle in her body contracted with the compelling force of her quivering, soul-possessing orgasm. She was still trembling uncontrollably when Tony's shrinking prick slipped wetly from her sperm drenched pussy, leaving the matted furrow of her thoroughly fucked cunt open to the rushing air. Slowly the exhausted brunette eased herself down onto the bed, all energy drained from her sperm-fed body.
"Okay, Red, I guess it's our turn," Rodney's familiar voice dimly penetrated the sated waitress's consciousness and she looked up in awed shock to see her first boy-lover standing naked above her, a business-like determination on his set features.
"Rodney!" she exclaimed in dismay. Oh God, she thought at the idea that the innocent blond boy should see her like this! "What are you doing here?"
"Surprised to see me, Susan? I came along with Harris and Red here to see if you needed any help. But I can see you know how to take care of yourself, Susan. In fact, you're a real old pro."
The cutting words first sent cold shivers running over the shattered woman's sated, cum-soaked frame. She tried to explain, "You must understand, Rodney. I had to do it. They made me do it," she mumbled into the crook of her arm. But then as he spoke in response, she found herself not really hearing him. She had accepted all the guilt she could take! She cut in to whatever he was saying, "No, Rodney, don't try to kid me. I know why you're here. As you said, it's your turn now. Well take it! You came to make sure you got your share, take it! After all, you're the one responsible for all the fun and games, aren't you? You ... you beautiful young boy!" She groaned the last helplessly. What had come over her? Greater desire welled out of her system and bubbled out. Where did it come from? Why?
"Get up on your hands and knees again, Susan. Like before," Rodney's voice shook with combined anger and lust as he contemplated the obscene punishment he'd devised for his lover's cutting betrayal. He'd show her she couldn't two-time him. The magazines Tony had lent him had stories about men fucking women in the ass, and he hadn't been able to believe any girl would really let that happen to her. But he was going to try it now and see what happened. He didn't want Susan to forget what she'd done to him, not ever.
Susan on her part was caught up in such a confusion of passion and need to be fucked into oblivion that she could not speak to him and so she threw herself over onto her stomach and pushed her ass up into the air.
"I didn't hear you preaching to the other boys about right and wrong, Susan," he was babbling on. "Maybe you like it better this way. Or is it Tony you like?" She wanted to yell, yes! What was happening to her. He went on, "Maybe I'm not big enough for you, is that it?"
Why was she suddenly angry? Was it because Rodney was too stupid to figure out the advantage that Tony had taken of her? Wasn't it obvious that she had been trying to be nice? Yet even though, if she thought she had a chance of getting away with it without being hurt, she would gladly shake the stuffings out of her boy-lover, she was faintly aware that her frustrated anger was misdirected. She did not feel she deserved this and she found herself plotting revenge the way she had before she left George. Maybe the ultimate thing would be to roll over and break off his goddamned cock! She'd twist his balls when she got the chance but she knew these boys would gang up on her and really do a job on her! So she frigidly knelt, hands and knees on the bed, her full, taut white ass-cheeks waving in the air as before, only this time there was a faint lewd gleam of semen shining along her thighs where Tony's cum juices had overflowed and clung to her smooth flesh.
Looking back over her shoulder to see what her blond tormentor would do next, she was no longer surprised to hear him address Red in the calm harsh words of a campaign commander.
"Okay, Red, you can fuck her mouth this time, if you want."
"Oh ... wow, Rodney. That would be great." Quickly positioning himself in front of the kneeling older woman, the redheaded, hair-lipped youngster grasped her head and turned it around to meet his hard slender cock, impatiently out-thrust and begging for attention. Before the woman could utter even one word of protest, he had rammed his hardened shaft far up between her already cum-glistening lips. The boy was overcome with the sheer orgiastic excitement of watching this beautiful waitress getting fucked by his friends and now feeling her velvet-soft lips locked around his own aching prick. He'd had none of this kind of experience with girls and he didn't know how long he'd be able to resist the high pitch of excitement and keep from cumming right away into her lovely mouth. Man oh man, was this something!
Revengeful over her boy-lover's brutal callousness in ordering another boy to shove his prick into her mouth, Susan began to suck as though she could care less what Rodney thought. Sure he told Red to do this to her, but that didn't mean he really wanted it to happen! He was punishing her and himself, that's all! She'd show him! She sucked the redhead's warmly pulsing cock, occasionally slurping as loud as she could. Also, she began to swirl her tongue energetically around Red's slender young shaft in a demented desire to bring the boy to a quick peak of wanton excitement, all the while wondering how long it would be before Rodney thrust his own young cock far up into her well-dilated cunt.
The unsuspecting brunette almost choked when she suddenly felt an unexpected pressure against the tight little ring of her anus and then a quick dart of pain as a finger penetrated its way up into her tightly puckered rectal hole. Despite herself, she felt her whole body tense and tremble in response to the fiery lewd stimulation as the finger made its way slowly but surely far up into her nether orifice.
With all her might she restrained a groan around the impaling prick in her mouth as the finger burrowed inward steadily in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and tight little anus in determined resistance. God, his hands were strong! At last the softly piercing intrusion penetrated all the way up into her spongily yielding rectal flesh as the boy's knuckle ground into the rounded softness of her buttocks. It was only then, with an inspired flash of despair cutting her anger that Susan realized exactly what her rejected-he-thought lover had in mind. He was going to fuck her in the ass!
She was driven almost wild with the lewd, obscene thought. Yet ... if only she could talk to him a minute. "Mmm, mmmmm," was the most she could get out around the slender girth of Red's cock filling her wetly ovaled mouth. She attempted to signal him that she wanted him to fuck her there by waving her ass but he had no desire to understand. She was going to have to steel herself against him ramming into her too quickly before he had stretched her right. She could not believe though that this boy, who had been so innocent a few nights ago, would even have heard of such an act. On the other hand,' she supposed there was not much the youth of today did not know!
"Don't worry, Susan," Rodney responded with increasing excitement to her inaudible mutterings and waving ass, "my cock's not as big as Tony's. It should be a cinch for you to take it up in your asshole." His sadistic enthusiasm for the projected obscene sodomizing of the waitress's anus prompted the boy to wriggle his finger more insistently up inside her tightly puckering rectum, causing a responsive spasm to shake the nakedly kneeling older woman as she squirmed her buttocks in helpless reaction to the strange feelings from the penetration. Surprising herself, she mewled heavily as he finally drew his finger out of her clinging sphincter with a slight little pop like a bottle being uncorked, relishing for the moment new tinglings that she had not known existed. In her anus? But she had no more time to think about it before he replaced the finger with his swollen, feverishly throbbing cock-head.
As Rodney leaned forward and increased the pressure of his rock-hard penis against her tightly clenched anal opening, there was an initial white-hot pain that caused tears to rush to her eyes. Trembling in fearful apprehension, she wriggled her buttocks from side to side in protest, but Rodney's determined cock-head followed her everywhere and then his hands clamped more forcefully down on her hips so that she was no longer able to move them. She was pinioned thoroughly at both ends.
As the naked waitress finally accepted the fact that struggle was useless, she calmed down enough to realize that Rodney had been humiliated by her wanton abandon to the stimulating ravishment inflicted upon her by his two friends and sought this fucking of her in the ass while the others watched as something she deserved. Despite her mental reservations to the act, she recognized the revenge involved and could not help but equate it with the revenge she wanted to inflict upon George and Shirley. Maybe she was lucky that Rodney hadn't thought of shaving her head!
Gradually, determinedly, the pressure against her upthrust sphincter increased until at last the round head of Rodney's hardened cock popped into the puckered little anal circle, causing the silk-haired waitress to grit her teeth in stubborn resistance to the building mixture of discomfort and eerie anticipation. Her ripely upthrust buttocks trembled as the adolescent penile shaft surged hungrily up into her clasping rectal tightness until she felt his sparse prickles of beginning young pubic fuzz tickle between her ass-cheeks and the little sac of his cum-laden testicles slap lightly down against the pulsing slit of her recently fucked cunt. Kneeling submissively on the bed, her buttocks shoved invitingly into the air, Susan was now hopelessly impaled by the boy who knelt behind her as well as the one who fucked his wetly glistening cock back and forth into her mouth.
So far, the confused waitress had managed to bear the pain with alternate reactions of fury and guilt as she took her ex-boy-lover's surging prick up into her tightest and most forbidden orifice. Now with one last determined grunt the youth rammed his throbbing rod of heatedly swelling penis all the way up in her soft, spongy rectal chamber.
"Aaaaarrrrggghhh," she mewled helplessly around the teenage cock sunk in her mouth, her emotions a mixture of wildly rising passion and pain. Now Rodney began to fuck up into her, flexing and throbbing his lust-engorged hardness way up inside her sensitive rectal flesh, then drawing back a little and again lunging all the way up, causing new stabs of mingled sensation to dart relentlessly out through her trembling body.
The nakedly kneeling woman could not help noticing that the actual physical stretching of her tiny little anal walls was not nearly as bad as she'd thought it would be. All Susan's resistance had been completely broken down, first by the lewd stimulation of Tony's hungry sucking and licking of her pussy, then by the simultaneous ravishment she'd undergone at the cocks of Tony and Harris in their lewd cooperative fucking efforts. Even now, with another boy's cock in her mouth and Rodney's lodged far up inside her unresisting rectum, she was still in a state of dazed incomprehension where the hotly darting discomfort was tempered by an equally vivid sensation of building pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the obscene skewering driving up between her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, and she could feel the juices flowing responsively from her sensuously tingling cuntal lips to spill down over her thighs. And as Rodney began to punch his buttocks back and forward in a sensual fucking rhythm up into her slowly stretching anal opening, Susan began to suck more eagerly at the other teenager's cock in her mouth while her muffled cries of protest slowly began to evolve into mewls of wanton responding passion.
"Wow, your asshole sure is tight, Susan," Rodney exclaimed delightedly, his earlier anger fading as he relished the new domination he was exercising over his errant lover. He could no longer feel the beautiful older woman as his enemy. She was, after all, too terrific a person for that. She was just very sensual, that was all, and he figured that between the four-of them he and the other guys could surely keep her erotic needs well satisfied. Heck, he was learning emotional maturity. "How does it feel, Susan?" he asked, a tinge of concern in his voice as he rammed his eagerly pulsing prick back and forth in her warm spongy rectal depths.
What in hell did he care? Susan wondered. There seemed to be nothing left of her patience, only a deep physical need to be fucked every way possible by the four smart alecks who had imposed themselves on her, especially Rodney. She decided she was going to take whatever physical enjoyment came from what was happening and keep it completely to herself. She said nothing around the heavily throbbing cock in her mouth. She did not want to irritate the situation. She concentrated instead upon her avid labors over the redhead's abruptly swelling prick, a new element of relief now added to her mixed emotions. Maybe she was not hung up on young boys after all. Maybe this was the cure she had needed. As the gnawing pain in her rectum gradually ebbed, she began to thrust her ass-cheeks back to meet the lewd sodomizing thrusts of the blond boy's inwardly fucking cock.
Harris and Tony were now leaning back against the wall, watching in rapt amazement as the gentle Rodney Seeger fucked the waitress in the asshole. Awe mixed with jealousy in the boys' minds as they noticed the older woman's reactions gradually change more obviously than she thought from protest to reciprocating passion. Rodney, noticing their admiration, lunged forward again, prompting another groan of mingled pain and passion to issue from the ovaled lips of the cock-sucking waitress. His teenage body trembling excitedly, he clawed hungrily down her naked back in building erotic frenzy as he fucked in smooth even strokes in and out of her now hungrily nibbling little anal ring.
As the pain drifted more and more into the limbo of vague memory, Susan squirmed her buttocks more and more feverishly back against her humping boy lover, twisting and rotating her full swelling hips, in spite of the continuing searing sensation, to further increase the tantalizing stimulation of the tireless prick screwing thrillingly in and out of her forbidden rectum. She felt Rodney's hand move from her back down to her hips to pull her buttocks more tightly against him and she smiled around Red's cock in her mouth. Maybe it was his turn to feel guilty, she thought.
Then one of Rodney's hands moved lower, tracing a searing path over the sensitive flesh of her abdomen to brush lightly through the moistened strands of the cunt-hair lining the tingling lips of her deserted vagina where it made sudden titillating contact with the obscenely erected tip of her bud-like clitoris. This added stimulation was too much for the wildly aroused married woman. "Yes, do it to me like that," she moaned abandonedly. "Fuck me in the ass." Her head plunged back down on Red's wildly jerking penis, sucking and swirling her tongue along its sensitive underside until her demented attentions finally overpowered the relatively inexperienced boy.
"Oh, oh, oh," the redhead muttered uncontrollably. "I think I'm ... cumming." For the second time that evening Susan felt a hot gushing jet of youthfully ejaculating sperm shoot far back up into her greedy throat. She drew and sucked on the geyser-like cock, eager to sap it of every last drop of life-giving semen, and to make this searing climax one the innocent boy would never forget. After all that, the poor boy had been pushed into this by Rodney, there was no doubt in her mind. She would not blame the other children for what was obviously Rodney's fault. Even as the hard-working waitress continued to milk his now limp cock for the last drops of bitter-sweet cum-juice clinging to its tip, the red-headed boy fell back on the bed so that it's head was now attached to her lips only by a thin trail of web-like semen which she greedily wiped clean with an agile sweep of her tongue.
Now Susan and Rodney were alone in their obscene sodomistic coupling and the passion-possessed brunette concentrated all her sexual energies on satisfying that thrillingly hard cock fucking deep up into her widely expanded anus. In a sudden spontaneous motion, she rocked her buttocks backward, taking Rodney's jerking cock-shaft still deeper up into her belly, writhing and thrashing her body in lewd abandon to the soaring lust of their perverted lovers' embrace.
The hard-fucking blond boy grunted excitedly in heated response to Susan's passionate whimpers and contortions, increasing the length of his wracking strokes until he was unleashing the full fury of his earlier frustration with mighty thrusts deep up into her tightly contracting anus. At the same time, he continued shoving his outstretched middle finger rhythmically into the quivering inner channel of her wetly responding pussy below and ran a finger over her sensitive little clitoris. He hadn't thought initially that Susan would enjoy this so much, but now he could feel only awe-filled admiration for the beautiful older woman writhing beneath him and he wanted more than anything to fuck her through to a mind-boggling orgasm.
"Oh, yes, yes," Susan crooned wantonly. "Do it to me. I'm going to cum soon." She couldn't contain a jumble of only half intelligible obscenities that spewed from her lips as Rodney increased the wet, slippery teasing of his finger over her throbbing little clitoral titty and the plunging of his finger up into the flowering inner tightness of her cunt. She squirmed and fucked her buttocks in wanton abandon around the impaling cock-shaft that filled her rectum, wiggling and rotating, thrashing her kneeling body without restraint in tempo to the plain-pleasure stimulus of his wanton rectal impalement. Then suddenly she let out an even more desperate whimper as the wild sensations in her finger-filled cunt and cock-filled asshole finally became indistinguishably enmeshed. "Aaaaaaieeeeee! I'm cumming. Fuck harder, Rodney. Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"
Her nakedly squirming body shuddered convulsively as shock waves of fiery delight darted out over all her perspiring flesh. Up behind her, Rodney groaned as he intensified his staccato lunging rhythm while his cum surged swiftly up from his balls and began to spew obscenely into the older woman's rectum, lubricating it until her pain faded completely, replaced by the sheer wanton pleasure of ultimate stimulation.
While her blond boy-lover jerked out his passionate release behind her, Susan sobbed unrestrainedly from the shattering effects of the flood-tide ecstasy that engulfed every fiber of her feverishly quaking being. The fluttering in her cum-filled vagina and rectum flowed relentlessly through all her ecstatic flesh from the curling tips of her toes to the hotly tingling nipples of her erotically heaving breasts, blanking her mind to everything but the sheer joy and bliss she had derived from the salacious, teenaged fucking of her forever-stretched rectum.
As thought with one accord the two sated bodies collapsed forward onto the bed, thoroughly and pleasantly spent as a result of their fevered erotic output of energy. It was only moments that they were permitted to lie there, the naked teenager on top of the still shivering older woman, when suddenly Harris raised a cry of alarm.
"Hey, dudes, we gotta get out of here," he exclaimed as he rushed back from the front window in the living room and scrambled for his pants. "A car just pulled up out front and I don't know who it is, but he's awful big."
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when the other boys clambered to their feet and clumsily wriggled into their own pants, grabbing their shoes and shirts as they fled toward the kitchen searching for and finding a back door. The big man was startled by the sight of a flurry of boys emerging from the back of the house, throwing terrified glances in his direction and scrambling over the back fence. Frightened, he let them go and without ringing or knocking, barged into the little house looking for his diminutive wife. She was alone now on her bed, too erotically contented to notice or care about what had caused her sudden desertion.
One glance told him what had happened and he was grateful that she didn't seem bruised. Gently he started to cover her with the sheet from the foot of the bed when she opened her eyes in surprise. "George! How did you get in?"
"I saw the kids leaving, Susan. They were in such a hurry that I was frightened out of my wits."
She studied her husband's eyes. Yes, he certainly looked relieved and didn't seem able to smile yet even though he was trying. She was deeply mortified by the way in which he had found her, glistening in every naked orifice of her body with teenage cum. He had seen the boys! Oh God, what did he think of her now? "I ... I...." She wanted to say something but there was nothing to say, no excuses to give.
So instead, she got up, put on her pink robe and headed for the living room.
"I'll mix you a drink," he said softly.
She wanted to be angry with him, to drive him out of the house, but there was something about him that was different from the man she had left a few months before. "Yes ... I'd appreciate that," she answered. "Everything's in the kitchen. Nothing complicated, George. Scotch on the rocks sounds delicious." She didn't want to drink anything, only sip something strong and cold. She sunk back on the soft couch her head spinning with what she had just been through. Now that the physical pleasure was spent she had the energy to detest the lewd scene. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the realization that she had brought it upon herself kept trying to break through. She had actually loved all those young boys fucking her half crazy that way, and she couldn't deny it.
George returned soon, a drink in each hand. Why was he suddenly so concerned for her? Did it take something like this to bring out his compassion? He knew what had happened, of course.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, handing her the drink.
The desire to cry tickled her nose like a feather under her skin. "Fine," she said. "A ... a ... ashamed," she broke down in a rush of tears. She felt him sit beside her, take her into his arms and hold her so very securely! Oh God, it had been so long!
First she cried it all out, and then as the tears subsided, she was able to voice her observation of his new behavior. "You've changed," she breathed, stifling the last sob and pulling away from his to be able to see him. "I appreciate...." What? What was it that she appreciated? That he had come too late? No, she realized. She appreciated his being here. Yes, he was more like the old George she had married, stronger perhaps, not as boyish, but gentle and loving.
"How did you Find me?" she asked, suddenly struck with the fact that he obviously had. She was not in the telephone book. He got up from the couch and wandered around the room for a moment.
"Susan, you must realize before I tell you that he was only trying to help."
"He?"
"Alan Del Vecchio contacted me, Susan. Listen. He seemed to think you were going to get yourself into a peck of trouble through ... well ... through ignorance of men."
"Ignorance?", "Susan," he retorted. "I'm ... I was ... the only man you ever knew. He was right about that and...."
"So you don't think I cheated on you that time! Well...."
He leaned on the mantel, his eyes covered by his hand. "I came tonight to apologize to you. Anger ... well, I was angry with myself, Susan. I felt terribly guilty, so guilty I couldn't take it and directed my anger at you. You were a scapegoat." He was almost ready to cry. "It's hard to understand," he muttered.
"No, George." Susan was remembering the mixture of emotions that had swelled in her when the boys had fucked her between them. She recalled how angry she had been with Rodney. Now as she watched her husband unconsciously fingering the little packet of seeds that he had found on the mantel, she felt for the first time that she was beginning to understand. She remembered once when she was little and had written all over the sidewalk with her mother's best lipstick, she did not need being caught to feel guilty. She had run inside, picked up a doll and shaken it so furiously that the arms had both come off and the little body had spun into the air, crashing against the wall. "That will teach you!" she had screamed, the tears rolling down her little face.
"I understand, George," she said, the tears streaming down her adult face now.
Even George was in tears. "Are ... are you sure?" he asked, walking toward her slowly, the mangled packet of seeds still in his fingers.
They wept in each other's arms for a long time and she knew she would never, ever leave him again. Then as the weeping calmed, they searched for something to say that would change the mood and signal the bright new life they both felt was beginning for them.
"What's this?" George asked, holding up the packet with the little five-pointed blue flower staring at them through a mist of green thorn-like stems and leaves. "Are you interested in gardening now?"
"Oh," she grunted. "I just thought of the most horrible joke, but it's true."
"Go ahead," he encouraged her. "You always listen to mine."
She took the little packet of Love-in-a-Mist from his hand. "It's blue flowers," she explained, barely able to finish without breaking down into a convulsion of giggles, "for a red lady!"
