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 Chapter Six

   Ray was in a daze.  The past sixty hours seemed so unreal.  He kept
expecting to awake in the same old boring world he lived in before the
accident.  The reality of his life far exceeded his fondest fantasies.

   (Dear Readers, from this point on, I will put the adult Ray's thoughts
in brackets.)

   {*Even though I can't communicate with him directly, my influence on his
natural urges have overcome his unnatural inhibitions.  He's losing his
shyness, and gaining self-confidence.  We won't be doomed to the long
boring childhood I had to endure.  It looks like it's going to be a fun
ride.  Am I changing history, or am I in an alternate universe, or is this
the heaven I don't believe in?  Can I stop him from making the same
mistakes I made, like dropping out of school and joining the navy, and
marrying Charlene?  The sixties would have been a lot more fun without the
Navy and Charlene.*}

   Ray was usually the first awake in the house, but his activities for the
past few days had left him exhausted.  Mom woke him with a kiss on the
mouth, letting him know that he wasn't going to awaken to his old boring
life.  Sometimes he was certain that it was a dream, and would wake up at
any moment.

   "Get up sleepy head," she chided.  "Big day today.  You get to fulfill
your fantasies with Mrs.  Brigitte Bardot Eyes."

   It was going to be weird, sitting in class all day knowing that he was
going to fuck his teacher and having to act normal.  He was going to have
to act normal with Buddy and Yogi on the way to school and back.

   "Don't wear underwear," Mom said.

   "What!?!""

   "Trust me on this."

   "But what if it gets hard?"

   "People will notice that you have a penis, like all other males," She
laughed.  "Besides, it pays to advertise.  I love showing off my boobs, in
case you haven't noticed.  I like having men and boys staring at them."

   Ray did as he was told.  He was nervous as he bicycled to the
intersection where Buddy and Yogi were waiting.  But he didn't have to
worry about them noticing his nervousness.  All the way to school, Buddy
was bragging about an older cousin he had fucked.  He didn't know if Buddy
was telling the truth.  He told Ray and Yogi that a babysitter taught him
how to fuck when he was nine years old.

   "Good Morning, boys," Mrs.  Richards said as they entered the classroom.
Ray carried his books in front of his crotch to hide his obvious
protrusion.

   {*I urged him to let her see it, but he didn't pay any attention*}

   He couldn't concentrate on what she was saying once class started.  He
was trying to imagine her naked.  His left hand unconsciously drifted down
to his bulge as she walked down the aisle toward him.  She looked down at
his crotch, and he jerked his hand away.  Her eyes widened when she saw the
bulge.  Then she looked at him, smiling wickedly.

   Before the lunch bell rang, she said, "Ray, Could you stay?"

   Ray approached her desk, holding his lunch bag in front of his crotch.

   She motioned for him to stand beside her, as she opened the bottom
drawer, and put her attendance book in it.  The front of her blouse hung
down far enough for him to see her titties, sending another surge of blood
to his already painfully erect penis.

   "Do you want to come to my house after school?"

   Ray grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

   "I have a meeting I have to attend.  I should be home by five o'clock.
Don't bother knocking.  Just come in the back door.  It's never locked.  If
I'm not there, make yourself comfortable."

   "What about your husband or daughter?"

   "They never come into my room uninvited.  Besides, the hallway door is
always locked from the inside.  If you should run into them in the back
yard, tell them that you're a student I'm tutoring."

   "What'll I tell the guys when they ask why you wanted me to stay?"

   "Tell them I asked questions about your head injury.  Sometimes, an
injury to the temporal lobe can cause hypersexuality.  It can loosen the
inhibitions.  You don't have to tell them that," she laughed.  "Tell them I
just asked questions about headaches, nausea, confusion, and your ability
to concentrate."

   "Do you think it caused the sexual thing?"

   "What do you think?"

   "I guess that must be it."

   {*Ray now has an excuse for his naughty activities, which will make it
easier for me to influence his decisions.*}

   She asked about the boys she saw with him in the woods, and he told her
everything, even about the hiding place under the water tower.

   "Is it an all boys' club?"

   He told her all about Wanda.  "I'm going to see if she'll join us."

   "Wanda?  What's her last name?"

   "Witt.  Wanda Witt."

   "I know her.  She's one of my daughter's classmates.  She attended
Abbie's birthday party last week," Mrs.  Richards said.  "Maybe Wanda will
invite her to join your club."

   "you want your daughter to...er..."

   "Join your little sex club?  Yes, I certainly do."

   "You said that your husband likes young girls.  Doe he and Abbie..."

   "No," she sighed.  "It's a respect of authority thing.  He's afraid that
she won't respect his parental authority if he fucks her."

   "I'll tell Wanda about her."

   "I'll introduce you to Abbie this evening before we begin our 'tutoring'
session."

   The rest of the day seemed to last forever.  It didn't help that Ray
looked at the clock every few minutes.  Finally, the bell rang and the kids
gathered up their stuff and left.  Buddy and Yogi asked why he had to stay
during lunch, and he told them what Mrs.  Richards told him to say, and
they accepted it.

   "You do seem a little weird sometimes," Yogi said.  "Like you're not
really here."

   "Ray's always been a little weird," Buddy laughed.  "How many kids do
you know who want to be preachers."

   "I know a kid who goes to Catholic school who wants to be a priest."
Yogi replied.

   "Now, that is fucking weird.  At least, preachers can have wives and get
some pussy.  Who wants to stay a virgin their whole fucking life?  That's
just plain crazy, unless he's a faggot."

   "I wonder if priests jack off." Ray said.  The words came out
unexpectedly.

   Both Yogi and Buddy were obviously surprised.

   "Jack off?" Buddy laughed.  "Did Ray Gordon just say jack off?"

   Ray blushed brightly.

   "You blush more than any kid I know," Yogi said.

   "Yeah," Buddy laughed.  "If you want to see him blush, all you have to
do is say, 'Fuck' and he turns red as a beet."

   "Fuck you!" Ray said, peddling away at full speed.

   His friends could bicycle faster than him.  Both were more athletic, but
they were so stunned, they stood, staring at him long enough for him to get
an insurmountable lead.

   When he arrived home, his father was in the bathroom, showering.

   "What's wrong, Ray?" Mom asked.

   "I just said, 'Fuck you' to Buddy and Yogi."

   "Why?"

   "They were teasing me about blushing, and it just came out."

   There was a knock at the door.

   "That's them," Ray moaned, going to his room.

   Mom opened the door.  "Come on in, boys.  Ray's in his room."

   "What's up?" Yogi asked.

   "When did you start cussing?" Buddy asked.

   "Since the accident, I say things I don't mean to say.  Sometimes, I
just think something and it comes out of my mouth."

   "It's okay," Buddy said.  "You're the only guy I know who doesn't cuss."

   "Ray," Dad called from the hallway, "Do you have homework?"

   "Yes sir."

   "You boys better get on home."

   "Yes sir," they chorused.  "I'll see you tomorrow," Buddy said.

   "See ya later alligator," Yogi said.

   "After a while, crocodile," Ray replied.

   Ray went to Mom and whispered.  I have to get over to Mrs.  Richards'
house by five.  What'll I tell Dad?"

   "I'll take care of it," she said, going to the living room.  "Lou, Mrs.
Richards is going to be tutoring Ray in math.  It's his weak subject."

   "How much is that going to cost?"

   "She's not going to charge.  Ray is her best student, and she wants to
help him."

   "When?"

   "I'm going to drive him over now."

   "Where does she live?"

   "Over in Pleasant Valley One.  A couple blocks from Lee's house."

   Lee was Uncle Lee, Dad's older brother, who also worked at the Chemical
City oil refinery.

   Five minutes later, Mom let Ray out in the alley behind Mrs.  Richards'
house.  Instead of a bedroom window at the back of the house, there were
double french doors with glass panels and sheer curtains.

   "Tell her that you have to be home by six," Mom said before driving
away.

   Ray's hand was trembling uncontrollably as he turned the ornate handle
and opened the door.  He entered the back door as Mrs.  Richards entered
from the hallway with her plump blonde 9-year-old daughter.

   "Ray," Mrs.  Richards said.  "Welcome.  This is my daughter, Abigail. 
Abbie, this is my brightest student, Ray Gordon.  He tells me that you two
have a friend in common; Wanda Witt."

   "You know Wanda?" Abbie asked.

   "Her mother is my mother's best friend.  She lives across the alley.  I
see her almost every day."

   "Oh, you're the guy she told me about."

   "What did she say?"

   Abbie blushed brightly.  "Er...just that she likes you.  She says you're
nice.  You don't treat her like a dumb little kid."

   Mrs.  Richards patted Abbie on the head.  "Go to your room now.  Ray and
I have to get to work."

   "Okay," Abbie said, staring at the bulge in Ray's jeans.  "Nice to meet
you, Ray."

   "It was nice meeting you too, Abbie."

   Mrs.  Richards closed the door.  "I do believe my little girl is
smitten. I'm certain that she'll want to become closer friends with Wanda."

   "She's very pretty."

   "A little on the plump side.  But it gives her boobs that most girls her
age don't have."

   Ray fidgeted nervously and looked around the room.

   "Relax, Ray," she said.  "Make yourself comfortable.  Think of this as
your room.  This is a place you can come any time you want to.  It's a
place where you're free to do anything you want to do.  Say anything you
want to say."

   "I can come here any time I want to?"

   "Any time.  I'll give you a key.  I don't have to be here.  When I am
here, I'll do anything you want to do."

   "Anything?"

   "Anything and everything you want."

   "Take off your clothes?"

   She smiled, reached back behind her head, pulled a couple of hairpins
out and let her chestnut hair cascade down to her shoulder blades.  With
her hair down, she looked completely different.  She was suddenly
transformed into a sensuous woman.  Her body relaxed.  She still stood
erect, but lost the military stiffness.  Her facial features softened.  It
was like a movie, where the camera lens shifted to soft focus.

   "Would you like to help me disrobe?" she asked.  Even her voice
softened.

   Ray helped her off with her jacket.  His hands shook as he fumbled with
her blouse buttons.  He was surprised to see she wore no brassiere to hide
her small breasts.

   "I never wear underwear.  I'm always ready for action."

   Ray pulled the shirttail out of her skirt, and slipped the blouse over
the shoulders.

   "The cuffs," Mrs Richards whispered.

   "Huh?"

   "We have to unbutton the cuffs."

   "Oh, yeah," Ray replied, unbuttoning the cuffs and removing the blouse.
It was the first time he had seen her slender arms.  In fact the only flesh
she had ever exposed were her face and neck, hands, and legs, beneath the
knee.  He had caught glimpses of her breasts but had never seen her knees.

   He unbuckled her belt.

   "The zipper is in the back," she said.

   He unzipped it and let the skirt fall to the floor.

   She was naked, except for her low heeled black patent leather shoes.

   "You don't have as much hair as Mom," Ray said, staring at the sparse
patch of reddish pubic hair.

   "You've seen your mother's pussy?"

   "I...er..uh..." Ray stammered, blushing brightly.

   "You're a peeping Tom?" she chuckled.  "I never would have guessed."

   He had been a peeping Tom for a few years, peering through a gap in the
Venetian blinds of his mother and father's bedroom.  He nodded guiltily. 
He didn't want her to know that Mom had masturbated while he and his
brother watched.

   "Have you watched your parents fuck?"

   "No ma'am.  They always have the lights out and they're under the
covers."

   Mrs.  Richards stepped out of her shoes and spun around.  "What do you
think?  Do you like my body?  Or do you prefer more Rubenesque bodies, like
your mother's?" the slender lithe body of a ballerina.

   "You're beautiful," he whispered, staring.

   {*Ray was stunned.  His mind went blank for a moment, and I took over.*}

   Ray embraces her, grasping an ass cheek in each hand, and kissed her
passionately.

   When he broke the kiss, she gasped, "Wow!  Where did you learn to kiss
like that?"

   "Wanda," Ray said.

   "An 8-year-old girl taught you how to kiss like that!?!" she said. 
"Now, I really want Abbie and her to become very good friends."

   Ray was confused.  Wanda had showed him how to French kiss, but what he
was doing seemed to come naturally, like he had been doing it forever.

   "Undress me," he said, surprising himself.  It wasn't a request, it was
a command.

   "Yes, master," she replied, half jokingly.  She unbuttoned his shirt and
slowly removed it.  She pushed him back, making him sit on the bed, then
knelt down and slowly removed Ray's shoes and socks.  She sucked each toe
before reaching up and unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning the waistband.

   Ray stood, and she unzipped the fly and lowered his jeans.

   "It's so big," She said, surprised at the size of the 12-year-old's
penis.

   "Suck it.  Suck my cock."

   "Yes, master," she replied, taking his swollen member into her mouth and
down her throat.

   Ray placed his hands on the back of her head and started fucking, very
slowly at first, then, rutting like a wild boar, while she sucked greedily.

   "Suck it.  Suck my cock."

   Ray felt the pressure build and the tingling in his urethra.  He started
to pull out, but I kept humping.  {*She wants it.  She wants you to cum in
her mouth.*} He ejaculated.  He came and came and came.  She took it all.
She didn't have to swallow because he was pumping directly down her throat.

   He finished, and pulled out.  "I...I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to cum
in..."

   She licked his cock clean.  "No need to apologize.  I wanted you to cum
in my mouth.  I want you to do anything you want to do.  Any Thing.  I'm
your toy.  I'm your slave.  I'm whatever you want me to be."

   "May I..."

   "You don't have to ask permission.  Just do whatever you want to do to
me."

   Ray reached out with both hands and fondled her tits.

   "I'm sorry they're not big, like your mother's."

   Ray blushed.

   "You jack off while you're peeking in on her.  Don't you?"

   Ray nodded.

   "Do you fantasize about titty fucking your mother?"

   "Titty fucking?"

   "That's where you straddle her chest, stick your cock between her tits,
squeeze them together, and fuck them till you cum in her face."

   Ray had never heard of or even thought about titty fucking, but he got
an instant rock-hard erection visualizing it.

   "You really want to.  Don't you?" she asked, stroking his cock while he
fondled her tits.  "You want to fuck your mother's titties.  Don't be shy.
When you're with me you can talk about anything and everything.  Tell me
your fantasies, and I'll try to fulfill them."

   He pushed her back onto the bed.  He wanted to fuck her but didn't
really know how.  His only sex education had been crudely drawn figures on
public restroom walls.

   "This is your first time?"

   Ray nodded, blushing.

   Mrs.  Richards sensed his dilemma, and guided his cock into her hot wet
cunt."Fuck me, Ray.  Fuck me hard."

   He didn't need her instructions.  The moment his cock entered the snug
hot wet canal, his body took over and he humped like a wild beast, pounding
her pussy hard and fast.

   Mrs.  Richards grabbed both ass cheeks, pulling him hard into her.

   Ray grunted and groaned.  She whimpered and moaned.  "Oh God!  Yes! 
Fuck Me.  Fuck me!"

   Ray was too involved to worry about keeping the noise level down.  He
felt the sudden surge of semen coursing through his shaft, and erupting
into her cervix.  Boom Boom Boom Boom.  He thought he would never stop
cumming.

   "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  I'm cumming!" she cried.

   Ray quickly looked at the bedroom door.  Anyone in the hallway could
have heard them through the cheap hollow core doors installed in the tract
homes.  He knew Abbie wouldn't be in the living room, watching television.
There was nothing on TV between 5 and 6 that a kid would be interested in.
Was her bedroom across the hall or on the other side of the wall.  The wall
was well insulated, but maybe they had been loud enough for the sound to
carry through.

   Mrs.  Richards saw his concern.  "My husband knows what we're doing, and
I don't care if Abigail figures it out.  I hope she does."

   "You want her to know?"

   "I want her to know that she shouldn't be ashamed of her own sexual
needs and desires.  I hope I can catch her playing with herself, so I can
tell her that it's okay.  And maybe get to the point where we can play
together."

   "Wow."

   "You better take a quick shower.  You don't want to go home smelling
like pussy."

   Ray got dressed, went to the bathroom, got undressed, took a quick
shower, got dressed again, and opened the door to see Abbie standing there.

   "Hi, Ray."

   "Hi Abbie," he replied nervously.

   "Abbie," Mrs.  Richards said.  "I'm giving Ray a ride home.  Would you
like to come along?"

   "Yes ma'am!"

   Ray opened the passenger door and Abbie got in.  Then Ray got in.

   "Abbie likes riding shotgun," Mrs Richards said.  "Would you mind if she
sat in your lap?"

   "No ma'am"

   Abbie climbed up into his lap.  She wiggled her butt, and Ray's cock
twitched.  She giggled, looked at him over her right shoulder and grinned.
She wiggled again and Ray's cock twitched again.

   "Would you mind if I stopped on the way to pick up some eggs?  It'll
only take a minute," Mrs.  Richards said.

   "No.  That's okay."

   The little Mom & Pop grocery store wasn't exactly on the way.  In fact,
it was about three blocks out of the way.

   The teacher got out of the car and went into the little wood frame
store.

   "Do you like me?" Abbie asked, grinding her butt against Ray's rock-hard
erection.

   "Yes.  I like you."

   "As much as you like Wanda?"

   "Me and Wanda have known each other since she was three years old.  You
and I just met."

   Abbie frowned.

   "But I'm sure we'll become very good friends when we get to know each
other better," he said, making his cock twitch hard three times.

   She giggled and wiggled.

   "I hope you and Wanda become best friends."

   "Me too.  Tell her I said Hi."

   "You'll see her at school before I see her again.  Tell her I think that
we can have fun together."

   "Okay."

   Mrs.  Richards returned to the car with a carton of eggs, and drove Ray
home.

   "Do you want to give Ray a goodbye kiss?"

   Abbie nodded eagerly, hugged Ray's neck and gave him a wet sloppy kiss
on the lips.

   "I'll see you tomorrow," the teacher said.

   "Bye," Ray said, waving as the car drove away.

   Ray got home just in time to sit down for supper.

   "It's awfully white of Mrs.  Richards to tutor you like that for free,"
Dad said.

   {*I never gave a second thought to that comment growing up.  "White of
you," Like only white people could be good to each other.*}

   After supper Ray and Eddie went to Eddie's room and Ray told Eddie
everything that happened.

   "Man," Eddie said.  "I wish I could get in on that."

   "You can never tell anyone else.  I'll talk to her to see if you can
play too."

   Mom came in and Ray gave her a quick synopsis of the events.

   Wednesday would be Dad's last day shift, then he would be off Thursday
and Friday before starting evenings on Saturday.  Ray hoped he would spend
time at the VFW drinking beer with his buddies.