Chapter 2

Jo spent the next day doing some research in the library at the university. She was working on a paper that she thought was quite important, but she couldn't keep her mind on what she was doing. Her mind kept going back to the boy she had seen. After she had followed him to a restaurant and had peered inside, she knew he worked there as a busboy.

When she finally got up and left the library she knew without thinking where she was headed.

It was mid-afternoon when she walked into the restaurant. It wasn't crowded and the boy wasn't there either. But, of course, she realized, he wouldn't be until after school.

She ordered coffee and waited. At four o'clock he walked in. Jo's heart did a flip-flop and she almost gasped audibly. The likeness to Mario was so real.

When he had donned his apron and begun setting up tables in preparation for the dinner hour, Jo watched him. The two or three times he approached where she was sitting, Jo could feel the electricity that he seemed to radiate. It was as if she were drawn to him like a magnet. She wanted to reach out and touch him.

Jo stayed as long as she dared, then she went out and sat in her car until he came out the door, headed for home, she assumed.

She called out to him, "Could I give you a ride?" '

"No ma'am. I don't live too far. I can just walk."

"Nonsense. Get in and m give you a lift." The boy had to get in her car. She had to be near him.

He shrugged and crawled in beside her. The nearness of him almost caused her to gasp. As she started the car she asked his name.

"Tim."

"A nice name." She drove along toward the direction he had said he lived. There must be some way she could get him to come to her apartment. She had to touch him, to hold him.

"I wonder if you might be interested in doing some work for me?" she asked.

"I suppose so. What kind of work?"

"Nothing much, just some straightening up around my apartment, once or twice a week. You can do it after you get off work at the restaurant or whenever."

"Sounds okay."

"By the way," Jo said, as if an afterthought, "My name is Daniels. Jo Daniels."

"Please to know you, Miss Daniels," Tim said. His voice was firm enough, but a squeak still revealed itself. Now he talked some, not much, but some. He told her about himself, his school. About how the boys teased him because he had to work and didn't have time to "goof around with them.

"How about girls?" Jo asked. "Do you have a girl?"

"No ma'am, I don't. Never have time," he added.

"That's a shame. A boy as good-looking as you." She glanced over at him and noticed the flush of embarrassment.

When they reached the apartment Jo said, "I want to show you the apartment so you'll know how much work there is. Then I will drive you on home."

"Oh, I don't five that far. I can walk."

After Jo showed him through the apartment, she asked him to sit awhile. He plopped down on the couch and Jo sat near him. She wanted to reach out and grab him and pull him to her, so she could run her hands over him. She wanted to take his cock into her hands and caress it. She sighed and again it was an audible sound. She had to have this boy. She just had to. He was Mario all over and she was sitting in the car with him. It was so real.

Then Jo's hand reached out as if it had a mind of its own. She touched Tim's longish hair, stroking it gently, then dropping her hand to the bad of his neck to turn his face up toward hers. Then she pulled his face slowly forward until her own soft lips brushed against his sweet young mouth and again she felt a sudden spark shoot through her, igniting her flesh and blood. And as she held his mouth to hers, Tim made no effort to resist.

Jo's passion, nurtured for so long in her secret fantasies, seemed to know no bounds. There was nothing she would not do for this ... this child, she admitted to herself. If he would only respond to her, there was nothing at all in the world she would refuse him now.

The aroused Jo Daniels moved suddenly closer on the couch to the surprised teenager, pressing her thighs tightly against his. Her lips still covered his mouth and now her tongue darted suddenly outward between his parted lips and teeth. She was rewarded by the touch of his tongue against her own. Then with a start of delight, she realized that Tim's was swirling around of its own accord, now working its way into her mouth and shooting far back toward her throat, searching hungrily.

Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as that night she remembered from so long ago. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed and violated by this handsome young boy. Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building passion would be futile. Then she forgot the possible consequences entirely. She took Tim's hand tight in hers and placed it firmly on the full, throbbing mound of one of her breasts, moaning deep in her throat as she felt his strong fingers begin to almost mechanically stroke and tease her sensitive flesh.

But that wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. She had to have more, more of the delightful tantalizing sensation, and hurriedly she reached up and began to flick open the buttons down the front of her blouse.

"Put your hand in here," she whispered huskily now, again taking the boy's hand and guiding it into the dress and under the flimsy white lace of her brassiere cup.

Reveling at the touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Jo was swiftly becoming lost in a lurid excitement, trapped by her own lust in this compromising and immoral entanglement. But even the youngster's now insistent stroking of her warm white skin and the teasing of his thumb and forefinger at the hard little bud of one of her nipples seemed pallid by comparison to the fantasies that had been raging all week in her lust-crazed consciousness. Her body demanded more and more. Her body demanded everything, full and complete satisfaction.

Tim stroked eagerly at the tender flesh of one of the aroused tingling breasts; then, seeming to sense what would please her even more, he moved his hand into the cup that covered her other breast, cupping it even more firmly now in his own palm until she moaned aloud. Then as he again began to tweak at the tender little nipple, he heard a soft cry rise in her throat.

"Did I hurt you?" he gasped, looking at her with an anguished face.

"No," Jo sobbed. "No. God no! It feels good! It feels wonderful!"

Reassured, he continued. Now Tim's fingers teased and taunted even more fervently at the rigidly swelling little nipple, and already a fever of excitement was beginning to grip the aroused older woman. "Oh God!" she whimpered. "Oh dear God!" She had to get her clothes off. She had to be completely vulnerable to the youngster's building lust. She had to hold him close, much closer than she could hold him now, and with nimble fingers, she hastily undid the rest of the buttons of her blouse, then loosened the snap at the side of the skirt.

A startled expression crossed Tim's face as she pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and then that was followed by a lewd grin as she lifted her buttocks and began to shimmy out of her skirt. She left it clinging at her ankles and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere, letting the light garment fall away from her torso to completely reveal the firmly uplifted mounds of her naked breasts.

Tim had never experienced anything like this before in his life. This was really going to be something. He never imagined the real reason Miss Daniels had given him that invitation, but now it was obvious. And he couldn't wait to tell the other boys what had happened.

Jo started at the teenage boy with desire-filled eyes, seeing again the almost perfect image of her lost Mario. Then, hardly aware of what she was saying, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Suck me, Tim. Suck my breasts and nipples."

Again Tim looked startled, but only for a moment. Then he grinned happily and nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be glad to."

He hesitated but a moment then his head came quickly forward and he fastened his mouth hungrily on one of the firm little nipple-buds, barely touching it as he first began to suck. Jo groaned out her pleasure and tangled her hands in the boy's long smooth hair, pulling his face even closer to her naked torso. Now her whole body was like a roaring furnace as her pitched emotional state allowed her to recreate the ecstasy that had surged, through her body when she'd made love to Mario so many years before. But she still wasn't satisfied. Tim had to be naked, too.

She still had to see his whole virgin body naked before her. "Tim," she murmured. "Oh Tim. You've got to take your clothes off, too."

Blushing, the young boy removed his lip? from the woman's breasts, and, looking hungrily at her body, decided that no matter how embarrassing it might be, it would be worth it to him in the long run to comply. There was a terrible erection throbbing up in his jeans that was about to drive him crazy. Jesus, he wondered. Would she let him do everything to her? Would she let him fuck and everything, like the guys at school were always talking about?

The mere idea of it sent shivers chasing up and down the youngster's spine, causing his boyish cock to stiffen even further in anticipation The whole neighborhood was talking about Miss Daniels. She was the sexiest thing that had turned up in a long time. He could hardly believe this was really happening to him, - and the aroused woman, sitting there before him under his penetrating gaze, wearing nothing but her thin white panties, stared at him hungrily, trying to wipe away the last of his inhibitions.

"Here, Tim," she said in a lusty voice. "Strip me completely naked first if that will make you feel less nervous about taking your clothes off in front of me."

"Gee, Miss Daniels! Can I?"

The youngster hesitated but a moment. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down. The sensuously excited blonde raised her hips up from the couch to make the boy's task easier, listening with bated breath to the rustling of the fabric as he drew them off her tightly rounded ass-cheeks and down her thighs to fall to the floor.

Jesus, Tim thought. She really was gorgeous. And now he knew he was going to get her. She was going to be his, and he was feeling less embarrassed by the second. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't help himself. He had to have her, and he wasn't even sure how long he could hold back. And even if he was still a little scared, he knew he couldn't let that stop him. He had to run his hands over her soft smooth skin, had to explore that little mound of sparse pubic hair. He had to fuck her. Then once he'd told the other guys about this, they wouldn't think of him as just an intellectual punk anymore.

Tim hesitated but a moment longer, then stood up abruptly and began hastily stripping off his clothes. Now the lust-crazed woman watched him with eyes that were mere slits of sexual need, a little sigh of delighted relief escaping her half-parted lips as she saw his trousers and jockey shorts drop and his young penis spring forth in a hard, throbbing erection.

Then he dropped back down beside her on the couch, reaching out eagerly toward her. He let his hand trail softly over the smoothness between the lush twin mounds of her breasts then down lower across her belly, descending at last to the swollen hair-fringed mound between her thighs. As he did so, the naked woman gasped at the new flames of passion shooting through her loins and breasts. She let her legs go limp, and she collapsed to a half reclining position on the couch, parting her thighs and splaying them out wide to each side.

Tim leaned forward over her, trembling, transfixed by the obscenity of this completely exposed view of the blond woman's cunt. She was a natural blonde, he realized. The hair down there was as beautiful a golden color as the hair on her head, and the sight of it inspired a further surging of his cock, a tightness in his aching balls that could not be denied.

"Miss Daniels," he gasped in a nervous, trembling voice, "I want to fuck you."

Now Jo closed her eyes completely in the delirium of her lust. He had said it! This young boy had said those magic words to her. He wanted to fuck her, and she couldn't have been happier at that moment if it had been a proposal of marriage from a man she loved. She shivered with sheer ecstasy at the lewdness of the word coming from his innocent lips, further excited by that very shocking incongruity. And as she relished the prospect of what he'd demanded, she nodded her head, purring in only the faintest voice, "Yes, Tim. Oh yes. I want you to fuck me, Tim. I want you to! I want it! Fuck me!"

Now the boy's hands slid further down into the inviting, obscene warmth of her inner thighs, into that soft golden pubic hair, to brush eagerly along the wet pink slit of her cunt.

Jo moaned as the fingers gently teased the sensitive, moistened flesh, moving slowly and maddeningly up and down her pinkly glistening pussy-slit. Then a shudder shook her nakedness at the first sudden tantalizing contact with the blood-inflamed button of her clitoris. The young boy sensed her response and began to stroke eagerly at the hardened little nubbin throbbing beneath his fingers. Jesus, he thought. Now she really was getting hot. And he could hardly wait a minute longer. The fire that burned in his inexperienced young cock was consuming him, and he could already feel the churning of his sperm in his now heavily swollen testicles.

His breath coming in deep, strained gasps, Tim placed both his hands on the soft wetness of Miss Daniel's eagerly parted inner thighs, pushing them even farther out to expose more perfectly the narrow pink slit of her vagina. He probed greedily over the glistening little orifice that seemed to quiver as if in invitation to the continued teasing. Then, sighing deeply with his building adolescent desire, the fourteen-year-old plunged his middle finger suddenly between the lustfully sucking lips and wormed it slowly up into the clasping tightness of her vagina.

"Oh," the squirming Jo moaned again and again as the youngster probed deeper and deeper up into her loins, then began slowly to finger-fuck in and out between her parted thighs. She writhed in heated tension on the couch, reclining completely on her back, beginning to hunch and undulate her buttocks in response to the maddening penetration. Then she whimpered in surprise and disappointment as Tim withdrew his obscenely probing finger.

Jo opened her eyes and shook her head in desperate protest. "No, Tim. No. Don't stop now. Please don't stop now."

The lust-tortured woman waited breathlessly, little twitches of frustration shaking her naked body. Then nervously the boy kneeled between her parted thighs, holding himself poised and trembling above her.

"What is it, Tim?" she purred softly.. "What's the matter?"

He shook his head, saying, "I... I'm not sure what to do now, Miss Daniels."

For the briefest instant something in Jo almost froze. A twinge of sanity and regret held her back from this final corruption. She closed her eyes, drifting in a whirlpool of mixed feelings, of sorrow and hunger, madness and remorse. Then she reached slowly downward and closed her trembling hand about the stiff, slender penis, still hesitating. Then his words came reverberating into her ears like far away thunder. "Help me, Miss Darnels. Please help me. Show me what to do."

"Oh, my God, yes," Jo gasped. The poor child. Wrong as what she was about to do now was, it would be an even greater injustice if, after leading him this far, she were to suddenly stop here at this moment of their mutual height of passion. And that was her justification, her rationalization. A moment later, Jo forgot her hesitance completely. She let the boy's words play over and over in her ears, that final proof of her original supposition that he was a virgin. She told herself, and she knew it was not a lie, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wanted her as much as she had wanted Mario that fateful night so long ago. He wanted her to be the first woman in his life, and that honor drained the last of her will power to resist, wiped out the last semblance of sensibility from her mind, leaving her nothing but the overwhelming need to feel this youth's virile young cock deep up inside her warm, clasping cunt.

Then, arching her hips up from the couch, the trembling blonde guided the hotly pulsing rod of cock-flesh up to the moist and swollen cuntal opening between her lewdly parted thighs. She felt an unspeakable ecstasy which blotted all else from her thoughts as the boy's tender penis touched and teased at the opening of her pussy. Then with an instinctively powerful lunge the young boy drove his buttocks forward; the blood-engorged head of his cock popped up in between her slickened pussy lips, driving relentlessly up between the clinging cuntal walls to push all resistance aside.

As Jo reached down to cup his buttocks and hold his tightly to her, Tim lay still for a moment. Then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he began suddenly to move in jerking strokes, swiftly increasing his motions, building and building until his straining pelvis moved powerfully against her belly with each urgent forward thrust of his body. Beneath him, Jo arched and gyrated her naked ass-cheeks in frenzied abandon, mewling out her pleasure and want in the obscene tirade.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper!"

Now her hands jerked wildly at his squirming buttocks. Now they danced up and down his back. Now her fingernails clawed like a cat's at the skin of his spine. Then she moved lower to again seize the white mounds of his buttocks, to cup them tightly and put his blood-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the aching depths of her lewdly surrendered pussy.

And as her climax gradually approached, Jo felt the devastating waves of ecstasy sweeping like wind over her voluptuously thrashing body. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God! It's good! I'm going to come. I'm going to! I'm commmmming, commmmming!"

Now Jo gave up at last, surrendered completely to the surreal pleasure of the moment, feeling the warm orgasmic wetness seep forth abundantly in her loins, bathing her throbbing cuntal passage with slickening moisture.

At almost the same instant she felt the terrible tension increase in the young boy's body as Tim zoomed to his own explosively shattering climax, arching his buttocks up one last time and then plunging his spurting penis so deeply it seemed to fill every inch of her wildly spasming cuntal orifice.

"I'm coming too!" he groaned. "I'm coming too, Miss Daniels!" A deep shudder shook the boy's body as though to match her own continued bucking undulations as his warm seminal fluids spurted forth to unite with the pungent, searing wetness deep inside her vagina.

The impassioned couple clung to one another for a long and unforgettable moment. Then with a last deep sigh of contentment, young Tim let his body go slack, and he rolled-hardly more than half conscious now-from the still quivering figure of Jo Daniels. Giving out with a little gasp of remorse at the loss of contact with his body, Jo purred softly and distantly, "Oh, Tim. Oh my dear Tim." Then she closed her eyes. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Those last few moments she'd completely forgotten to breathe.

Jo knew somehow . . . dimly . . . vaguely ... that Tim was putting his clothes back on. She knew he would be gone in a few minutes. She could understand that now he would want to be alone. He would need some time to think, to adjust to his new status. She opened her eyes for a moment, gazing at him blearily, then she closed them again. She almost slept. It seemed she was just drifting off when she heard the click as the door was closed.

It was only then that reality returned. She sat up suddenly, staring across the room at the door that had shut behind the young boy she'd just corrupted and violated. A small teardrop filling each of her eyes, she gazed silently after him. They spilled lightly down her cheeks as she lowered her head, looking down almost in disbelief at her own obscene nakedness, realizing the seriousness of what she'd done. She was astonished, ashamed, almost sick-yet satisfied as she'd rarely been in her life.

She'd fallen asleep again, not long after Tim's departure, right there where she lay naked on the couch.