Chapter 1
"I ought to have my head examined!" said Charlene emotionally. "Here I am-a good-looking woman of thirty five, with a voluptuous figure-a beautiful home with a maid to do the work-a swimming pool and a tennis court-enough money to maintain everything-and I'm keeping a twenty one year old kid just because he's got a big prick and a long tongue!"
Marco's eyes looked hurt and he flexed his biceps. "Oh, Charlene, don't be so cruel! You're not keeping me-I'm paying my own way!"
Charlene took a sip of her cocktail and placed the glass back on the umbrella-covered table next to the swimming pool. The rays of the hot California sun bounced off the clear blue water and flashed long fingers of radiant color.
"Just exactly how do you think you're paying your own way, Marco?"
Marco looked sheepishly down at his sandalled feet, which were pedicured, bright red polish on the nails. His small, tight swimming trunks bulged enormously with the outline of his cock and balls, even though his prick was limp. His muscular body was deeply tanned and his blonde hair was worn long in the latest style.
Charlene's green eyes were ablaze with fury as she waited for Marco to answer. She tossed her flaming red hair impatiently.
"Well?" she demanded.
Marco leaped to his feet, his face flushed with repressed anger.
"Oh, lie down, Marco," said Charlene. "You look so much better horizontal than vertical!"
Marco immediately obeyed, but he glared at Charlene. She was wearing a bright green bikini which allowed random tendrils of red hair to peep from beneath its bottom and a very generous amount of her smooth breast flesh to escape from her bra. He looked around and saw the cool water of the swimming pool and the lush grass border which the Japanese gardener kept so well manicured.
Marco wasn't about to say anything which would lose him this luxurious way of living.
"Answer me!" demanded Charlene. "You get an allowance of a hundred dollars a week for just hanging around. Your every desire is granted immediately by a servant. So how do you figure you're paying your own way?"
"Well, I-I ... " stammered Marco, thinking that if he said the wrong thing he'd have to find another rich woman who needed his very large prick. And rich women of that nature were hard to find. At least, extremely beautiful rich women like Charlene.
"You think you're earning your way by letting me suck that oversized cock of yours?"
Marco's face flushed again and he found his painted toenails fascinating.
Charlene continued her tirade, more angry with herself than the young man. "You think because you make me so passionate with your cock that you're entitled to special privileges-like making passes at my young maid?"
"Oh, that was just a little pat on the fanny, Charley darling!" protested Marco.
"And stop calling me 'Charley'!" snapped Charlene. "You make me feel like a lesbian when you call me Charley!"
In spite of his determination to not jeopardize his position, Marco couldn't help but retort, "Well, you might be a latent lesbian at that, Charley!"
Charlene Reynolds' red hair almost matched the color which came to her beautiful face. She clutched and un-clutched her hands furiously.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "You miserable imitation of a man!"
She struck Marco across the face with all the force of her five foot three' inches, causing her voluptuous breasts to quiver violently. They slipped out of the protective covering of her bra, revealing a pair of smooth, well-rounded, succulent-looking titties.
Marco staggered from the blow and his eyes filled with tears.
"You shouldn't have done that, Charley. You hurt me and I don't like to be hurt!"
"Oh, take your big cock and get out of here!" ordered Charlene, struggling to put her bra back over her breasts.
Marco, in desperation, removed his swimming trunks, revealing his enormous, limp cock. It was a huge monstrosity, even in repose and he was trying to salvage his luxurious position as Charlene's kept stallion.
"Don't you want to take one last look at my big cock? Look at it and then tell me you want me to leave you all alone without anyone to take care of your insatiable appetite for sex!"
"Go away!" said Charlene weakly, turning her back on Marco's magnificent body. Her pulse raced with desire at the sight of his cock and she trembled violently.
Marco knew the effect his nude body had on her and he followed up his advantage. He put his arms around her from behind and his hands covered her breasts. He squeezed them, tweaking the coral-tipped nipples insidiously. He could feel her quiver with desire and he put his limp cock against her bikini-clad bottom.
He whispered suggestively, "Do you really want me to leave you alone, Charlene? You know how much I need you and want you. You have so much beauty, so much passion, so much pride, so very much ... ."
" ... so very much MONEY!" sneered Charlene.
"I didn't say that," protested Marco, rotating his hips so that his cock rubbed up against her rectum.
Charlene felt herself getting weaker in her determination. Her entire body desired him. The turbulence in her was intense and she wet her lips with a lascivious pink tongue. Even limp as Marco was, she knew that momentarily he would harden into a mighty gargantuan prick which would slide in and out of her cocksucking mouth as she voraciously sucked on it to the satisfaction and gratification of her burning libido-or be shoved deep into her asshole or her itching cunt!
"Nothing doing!" she finally said, trying to keep a tight rein on her carnal desires. "You're not right for me! Frankly, I think you're more homosexual than heterosexual. I'm surprised that you even went so far as to pat Marie on the fanny!"
Marco's eyes looked hurt, as though he had been struck a blow physically.
"Oh, Charlene, you're just mad because I said you were a latent lesbian. I only said that to get you aroused. You know how much more passionate you are when you're angry!"
"Oh, go away, Marco. Quit pawing my titties!"
"I love you, Charlene!"
"Well, I don't love you, Marco. Go away until I decide what to do with you!"
Marco, his body quaking with nervous excitement, quickly picked up his trunks and hurried towards the house.
Charlene watched him leave with mixed emotions. She hated herself for having to depend on Marco's big cock to satisfy all her sexual needs, but they were so intense and frequent that she just had to have somebody around to suck and fuck practically all the time. She never knew when the urge to have an orgasm would overtake her and she had long ago ceased to enjoy masturbation.
She sat down and an exclamation of pain escaped her lips. The hot sun had given the chair's pillow an intense heat and it had affected her buttocks which were so sensitive to any touch. She took a sip of her drink and thought of what to do with Marco. She hated having him around and paying him, but she also hated the thought of losing the magnificent body which gave her so much erotic and sensual satisfaction. He was always ready, no matter how often she wanted to suck his cock or be fucked.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Reynolds," said a voice.
Charlene looked up at her young, attractive maid, the one whom Marco had patted. A resentment leaped into her voice as she rudely snapped, "What the hell do you want, Marie?"
Marie was surprised. Charlene had never been rude to her.
"Your son is at home."
"At this time of day?" said Charlene with irritation. "Why so early? He's not due from school for another three hours!"
"His teacher is with him and wishes to speak to you," informed Marie. She smiled and her face changed from pretty to lovely.
"Oh, hell!" swore Charlene. "What's the bastard done now?"
Marie's face resumed an impassive blank look. She was used to Charlene's calling her son a bastard. The poor boy idolized his mother and she treated him like dirt. Marie felt sorry for the youngster and would have sympathized with him if she hadn't needed her job so much.
"I showed Miss Howland into the study. Was that all right?" asked Marie respectfully.
"Yes, of course," said Charlene. "Where's Bart?"
"With Miss Howland," replied Marie. "She said she wanted to talk to you about him in his presence."
"Damn! It must be really bad this time. I don't know what I've ever done to deserve such a son. I wish I'd have had a nice, cuddly little girl!"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Marie dutifully.
Charlene didn't even bother to throw a robe over her extremely skimpy bikini as she strode forcefully towards the house.
Marie followed her, watching her walk on the flagstones. Every step made her buttocks quiver enticingly and Marie felt that if she were a man, she'd find Charlene mighty attractive. She walked with her pelvis pitched forward in an erotic posture and she looked as though she was pushing her pussy out and following it.
Marie thought the walk so alluring that, flat-heeled shoes and all, she tried to imitate the sensuousness of Charlene. But she knew she was a failure and went back to her usual gait. She adjusted her bra so that her oversized breasts wouldn't be pinched by her too small bra. She had difficulty in buying one which would accommodate her enormous titties.
Charlene strode into the study and glared at her seventeen-year-old-son balefully. "Well, what have you done this time?" she demanded.
Bart Reynolds hung his head in abject misery. He was tall for his age and his big eyes stared at the floor as he mumbled something which his mother couldn't hear.
"Well, Miss Howland, we finally meet. So nice of you to bring this miserable son of mine home. What's he done that required your unusual visit?"
Jean Howland was an impeccably groomed, handsome woman of twenty five or six, with a trim figure and a pair of long slender legs which were clad in sheer nylons and high heeled shoes. She smiled at Charlene and said very softly and meaningfully,
"As you know, Mrs. Reynolds, we have a very progressive school and we knew that your son was somewhat of a problem when your former husband enrolled him ..."
"I understand, Miss Howland," said Charlene, going behind the study desk and taking out a bottle from a drawer. "Have a drink?"
"I think I will, thank you," said Jean Howland. "It might just help me tell you what your son has said and done without having to beat around the bush too much!"
"Straight?" asked Charlene, pointing to the liquor bottle.
"Yes."
Charlene poured two drinks and handed one to Jean and they drank them down in a single gulp as Bart watched the two females with great interest. He had a nice face, but it was just a trifle too weak in the jaw line to be truly handsome. His eyes were blue and his hair almost as red as his mother's. A few freckles from childhood still remained, giving him an almost impish appearance.
"Sit down, Miss Howland, please," said Charlene, the drink making her feel slightly more capable of taking whatever bad news the teacher had brought.
"Thank you," said Jean as she sat down gracefully in an easy chair, crossing her legs and exposing quite a bit of lovely pink thigh between the top of her sheer nylons and the bottom of her lacy red panties.
Bart gulped visibly as he saw the bare flesh and he was about to sit down and enjoy the view from a lower angle when his mother forcefully commanded.
"Not you, Bart. You remain standing at attention!"
"Yes, Mother," said Bart, quickly obeying her.
"Now, Miss Howland, what ... ."
"Please call me Jean, Mrs. Reynolds," asked the teacher with a lovely smile.
"Jean. That's a pretty name. Why don't you call me Charlene?"
"Thank you, Charlene," said Jean, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again, making sure that the gesture was slow and very deliberate.
Bart almost fell to his knees to peep at his teacher as she crossed her legs.
"See what I mean?" said Jean, pointing to Bart, who was transfixed by the attractive sight which his teacher's sheer nylons and red panties presented to his youthful eyes.
"Bart! What the hell are you doing?" demanded Charlene.
"Nothing, Mother, nothing!" said Bart fearfully, tearing his eyes away from the enticing flesh of Jean's inner thighs.
"Nothing?" demanded his mother. "You call looking at a lovely girl's bare flesh 'nothing'?"
Jean preened at the 'lovely' in Charlene's remark.
Bart hung his head in youthful misery. "I can't help it!"
"That's exactly why I'm here, Charlene," informed Jean.
"You mean my son's been staring at your flesh at school?" asked Charlene.
"More than that!"
Charlene threw up her hands in disgust. "That's my son for you. Always getting into trouble. Oh, why didn't I have a girl instead of a boy?"
Bart's blue eyes filled with tears at his mother's unkind and thoughtless remark.
"I think, Charlene, you might have both in Bart," said Jean, holding out her glass for another drink.
Charlene poured two more drinks. She didn't get the full import of the remark for a moment and then she moaned, "You mean that Bart's queer?"
Jean smiled at Charlene and glanced at Bart to see how the boy was reacting. Bart had his head down and only the slump of his shoulders told Jean that his sensitive nature was undergoing a most violent upheaval.
"Well, I won't say that he's queer, because that word covers so many defects in mankind," said Jean.
"Well, what's his particular quirk?" demanded Charlene, taking another sip from her drink and glaring at her son with anger.
Jean uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, not unmindful that Bart was stealing a look at her bare inner thighs.
Even Charlene was attracted by the creamy whiteness of the girl, the elegance of her nylon-clad legs and her over-all seductive appearance.
"We're a progressive school, but I'm sure you will forgive us if I tell you we're not progressive enough to put up with the kind of act Bart put on today!"
"Tell me what he did!" insisted Charlene. "I've got to know exactly what he did so that he can be reprimanded."
"How do you reprimand him, Charlene?" asked Jean.
"I spank him in front of my maid. On his bare bottom. That shames him. I only do it when he's bad, but he's almost always bad. He's not a good boy at all. Always getting in the way whenever I'm entertaining guests!"
"How do you entertain your guests, Charlene?" asked Jean meaningfully.
Charlene stood up, her voluptuous figure almost bursting from her skimpy bikini. She caressed the sides of her hips with the palms of her hands slowly and seductively. "Oh, I do my entertaining in many different ways, Jean. I'd tell you if only Bart weren't here."
Bart looked at his mother with eyes which were filled with a mixture of love, hatred and lust.
"Well, perhaps I should tell you what he did without him being in the room," admitted Jean.
"I think so, too. Bart, go to your room and stay there until I allow you to leave it, understand?"
"Yes, Mother," said Bart sheepishly. He shuffled slowly to the door and left, closing the door quietly.
"Now, Jean," said Charlene in a more relaxed manner. "Suppose you tell me exactly what Bart did."
Jean carefully set down her glass and looked at the voluptuous Charlene. Her eyes tried to hide the desire which lurked deep in them.
"He did a most obscene thing!"
Charlene didn't seem to be shocked. Instead, she asked very casually, "How obscene?"
"I guess the best way to tell you is to demonstrate it, don't you think, Charlene?"
"If you say so. Although I don't know how a girl can demonstrate what a young boy has done, if it's obscene. I assume he did something with his body?"
"He certainly did!" said Jean. "And with foul language added to the physical gesture!"
"Well, don't keep me in suspense, Jean. Tell me just what my son did!" said Charlene, a little testily.
Jean stood up. Her trim figure and long slender legs with their high-heeled shoes gave her a magnificently erotic posture which no teacher should exhibit to a young, impressionable boy.
"He took off his trousers," stated Jean. "Right in front of the class!"
"A perfectly normal boyish prank!" said Charlene, dismissing the gesture almost indifferently.
"That part of it may be considered a boyish prank, . Charlene," said Jean as she unsnapped her skirt and stepped gracefully out of it, revealing her tight red panties and a black garter belt holding up her sheer nylons. The red panties had a lacy trimming which gave them a distinctly inviting femininity.
Charlene gazed at Jean's semi-nakedness and for some reason unknown to her, she gulped and blushed. "Well, you don't look obscene, Jean. And if Bart only took off his trousers and look half as good as you, I don't think you can say it was an obscene thing for him to do. It was a boyish prank!"
Jean smiled and fingered her red panties with long, slender, well-manicured hands. "Do you like my panties, Charlene?"
Charlene looked at Jean's hands as they caressed the red nylon panties and her mind immediately wondered how it would feel if her hands were doing it.
"Ahhhh, yes, I think they're just lovely. But what does that have to do with Bart?"
Jean hesitated a dramatic moment, then she whispered, "Your son was wearing a pair of panties exactly like mine!"
Charlene's mouth dropped open with shock and surprise. "You mean he was wearing nylon shorts-I mean, red nylon panties with lacy trimming-just like yours?"
"Yes," said Jean, noticing that Charlene's eyes were still transfixed on her crotch. She moved slowly around so that Charlene could get a good look at the well-rounded, firm buttocks as they wiggled enticingly in their red nylon confinement. "And then your son pirouetted around, just like I'm doing ... "
"Ooohhh!" exclaimed Charlene.
"Then, he faced the class and he curtsied and ... "
"Curtsied?" interrupted Charlene, aghast.
"Like this!" said Jean, curtseying gracefully, one leg behind the other, bowing from the waist, giving Charlene a good view of the deep cleavage of her luscious titties.
"My God!" said Charlene, shocked. "Just like a girl!"
"Not quite!" corrected Jean, straightening up. She slid her red panties off quickly, revealing her pubic hair, soft and wispy, framing her pink slit. Her black garter belt which held up her sheer nylons had straps which were narrower than normal and pressed into the flesh of her thighs like long black fingers.
"Did he take his shorts-I mean, his panties off, like you are doing?" asked the bewildered Charlene.
"I'm not equipped the same way Bart is," corrected Jean.
"That I can see!" said Charlene, eyeing Jean's pink, pouting pussy with an excited interest.
Jean was aware of the kind of turmoil Charlene was undergoing and she continued her description of Bart's erotic actions. She placed her hands on either side of her pussy-lips and she shook her hands and body violently.
"He wiggled his cock at the class and ..."
"With both hands?" asked Charlene, pointing to the motion which Jean was making.
"Yes, indeed, with both hands. Your son Bart has the most enormous, longest, thickest cock I've ever seen in all my entire life! And I've seen a lot of them!"
"My son? With an enormous cock? And red panties? Trimmed in lace?" wailed Charlene. "What next?"
"He looked wild with that big prick in both his hands, wiggling lecherously at my whole class!"
"Ohhhh," wailed Charlene.
Jean continued shaking her youthful body, "Then ... ."
"Then what? WHAT?"
"He ran around the classroom, with his hard, huge cock in his hands, yelling 'FUCK ME! FUCK ME!'"
Charlene defiantly defended Bart's actions, "Well, that's not so abnormal!"
"That's not all, Charlene," insisted Jean as she advanced towards Bart's red haired mother. "He went to every girl student and tried to shove his prick against their face and he kept saying: FUCK ME! FUCK ME!' just like I'm doing to your sweet mouth with my cunt right now. How do you like it?"
With her mouth full of Jean's moist, fragrant pussy, Charlene was in no position to answer any question as to the behavior of her son. Jean's cunt tasted too delicious and erotic.
"If you were a girl student and had some crazy boy rub his cock against your darling mouth, like I'm doing, what would your reaction be to that bizarre obscenity?"
Charlene went wild with desire. The blood raced through her veins like hot fire and she grabbed the voluptuous Jean around the buttocks' and pulled the soft, rounded bottom closer to her mouth and murmured, "If you were that crazy kid and I were a student, this is what I'd do!"
Her mouth opened and surrounded Jean's pouting cunt-lips. She pressed against them, her pink tongue flicking out and licking the slit with a violent and erotic lust. Her fingernails dug into the soft, fleshy buttocks.
Jean looked down at the kneeling redhead with a triumphant smile of lust on her face. She spread her legs apart slowly so that Charlene's face was gently imprisoned within her smooth, creamy inner thighs.
"Oooohhhh, darling!" she moaned.
Jean trembled as Charlene avidly took advantage of the added space and her cheeks rubbed the inner thighs at the same time her mouth and tongue were laving and licking and slithering in and out of Jean's moist, hot, hair-lined cunt.
"Suck me good," Jean whispered hoarsely, grabbing a handful of red hair.
Her tongue literally flew in and out and around Jean's cunt, relishing every tasty inch of the teacher's pussy lips. She probed as deeply as her long tongue could go, feeling the fire which burned in Jean's womb. Jean's legs trembled and her inner thighs pressed against Charlene's cheeks violently.
"Oooohhhh, Charley, Charley!" moaned Jean as her long, spread-out legs agitated with the exquisite licking. "My whole body is burning from your hot sucking!"
Charlene's tongue licked slowly around the moist cunt lips, savoring the sticky, pungent flavor of the exotic dew which covered them. Her fingers dug into Jean's buttocks and pulled them forward so that more of the erotically tasty flesh of the pouting cunt could be swallowed in her mouth and relished.
"Oooohhh, wonderful!" moaned Joan.
Charlene's hands probed Jean's curvaceous buttocks and her fingernails dug into the flesh.
"Oooohhhh, Charley," almost shrieked Jean. "Put your finger up my asshole!" She threw away all her remaining dignity and decorum as she wiggled her lithe body and thrust her hips forward and pleaded:
"Suck my cunt, Charley! Ohhhh, what a long tongue you've got! Lick my pussy! Suck me!"
The hot, lustful odor of Jean's cunt filled Charlene's flared nostrils and she breathed it deep inside her demanding body. She responded to Jean's pleading by plunging her tongue deeper into the soft, fleshy cunt and teasing it with slow nibbles and licks. At the same time, her finger crept closer to Jean's puckered asshole, sliding along the buttocks towards the spot which Jean wanted so lecherously to be serviced.
"Charley! Charley! What exquisite agony! I'm on fire! My whole body is burning from your hot tongue!" wailed Jean, her hands pulling at Charlene's red hair to maintain her unsteady balance. Her head was thrown back in an attitude of complete surrender to the ecstasy of the moment.
"My darling Charley! What a wonderful cunt lapper! Suck me with your hot tongue!"
Charlene lashed her tongue expertly and maddeningly at Jean's cunt, loving the strange and wonderful emotions it was giving to the tall, handsome young girl.
Her tantalizing finger finally found Jean's puckered asshole and she pressed against it at the same time her tongue lashed the pussy-lips wildly.
"Oooohhh, gorgeous, Charley!" wailed Jean, her legs trembling violently, her eyes closed in a complete abandon and submission to the lesbian actions of Charlene.
Charlene probed Jean's asshole insistently, trying to push her long finger into the tiny anus.
Jean helped her by spreading her buttock cheeks and crying out, "There! Now push your finger up my asshole! It's itching and burning up! Push your finger all the way in!"
Charlene's tongue lashed at Jean's cunt-lips furiously. Her long, slender finger plunged deep into Jean's asshole and she twisted it around while she sucked on the fragrant cunt.
"Oooohhh, Charley!" moaned Jean, in absolute ecstasy now, a tongue licking her cunt and a long finger up her asshole. She went wild with lascivious abandon, grinding her hips and making animal noises.
"Charley! Charley! You're driving me absolutely crazy with your cunt-lapping tongue!"
Charlene plunged her tongue so deep into Jean's cunt that she could feel her fingertip entering all the way up into Jean's asshole.
"Wowowowwweeee!" screamed Jean. "One more lick and you're going to get the biggest load of lovely juice right in your sweet, hot mouth! I'm going to come!"
Charlene increased her erotic sucking and asshole frigging as she felt the first spasm of orgasm shooting through Jean's voluptuous body.
"Ooooohhh, there's nothing in the world that's better than having a finger up my asshole and a hot tongue sucking my cunt! I'm coming! I'm having the most beautiful orgasm! I'm coming! Suck my cunt! Shove your finger up my asshole! Oh, my God, I'm coming so much! I don't think I'll ever stop coming! I can't take any more! My God, you suck my cunt better than I've ever had it done by anybody-man or woman! Boy or girl! Suck all my come, Charley! Suck! Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh!"