School Lunch
by Nancy Grayson


FOREWORD 

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. 

-The Publisher 

 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!" 


THE END
