Chapter 4
That happened on Friday. He came back to her house the next Sunday night.
Though as a child Barbara had been given a strict religious upbringing, she had during the time she was in college ceased to attend services regularly. This was not to say that she had abandoned her faith in God. If anything, her faith had grown stronger once it had been allowed to grow naturally rather than existing as an obligation to her parents.
She had merely come to the conclusion that she could believe in God and love and serve him independent of any dogma or any organization. But on Saturday Coach Johnson had encountered her in the supermarket where she was shopping for the weekend's groceries and reminded her that he expected to see her at services the next morning, and she had concluded that it was probably advisable to attend. In a small town like this it certainly would serve no purpose for people to get the idea she was some kind of atheist or agnostic, and in any event getting dressed and going to church would give her something to do.
Of course Sonny was also at church, sitting with his grandmother in the center section-Bobby Lane and his bunch, Barbara noted, occupied the pew at the rear and on more than one occasion during the service either the pastor or Burt Johnson saw fit to cast them stern glares of disapproval at their whispered conversation or giggling. Sonny was involved in a mischief of his own.
Barbara was sitting next to Mr. Gladstone, a couple of pews back of the cute blond-headed youngster whose awkward and eager hands had on Friday night pawed and mauled so hungrily over her salaciously yielding body, and throughout the course of the long boring sermon he'd repeatedly kept looking back at her, hungrily, lustfully, his eyes sheepishly pleading for some sign of approval or recognition, intimate, until Barbara could have almost died of shame at the thought of what the rest of the congregation would think if they knew what had happened between them.
And yet in all her shame and humiliation at what had happened between her and the innocent young boy, the mere memory of their illicit little interlude on her living room couch caused her skin to tingle with renewed hunger beneath the modest dress-suit she'd worn for the service, and as she let her own mind wander over the titillating recollection she was aware of a deep maddening flutter far up between her thighs and even a slight dampening of her panties by the time the final hymn was sung.
Feeling nervously distraught, Barbara went through the formalities of politely refusing a few invitations to Sunday dinner. She did her best to avoid looking directly at Sonny and fled the church as quickly as possible, going back to the security of her little duplex.
It was about seven o'clock that evening that she heard the knock on the door. It was a sultry late summer evening and, having had no intention of leaving her house, Barbara was lounging around in nothing but a pair of tight pussy-high Levi shorts and a sleeveless pink sweater which, lacking the presence of a brassiere, served to sensuously accent the shape and firmness of her high up-standing breasts.
Barbara rose from her place in the easy chair before the television, her breath hastening slightly. She ran quickly down the list of people who could possibly be turning up now. Sonny's name came last to her mind, and that was the one that remained. For the briefest instant she thought of the way she was dressed, or almost undressed, and she considered the thought of changing into something more modest. Then as the knock was repeated she abandoned that proposition, switched off the television and hurried down the hall to the door.
Sonny stood outside on the porch, his young eyes bulging slightly at the sight of Barbara's long, completely exposed legs. For a moment neither of them said anything. He stood on the porch, fidgeting nervously with his hands. Barbara stood inside, her breasts rising and falling visibly with her hastened breath-rate as she stared out through the screen. Then slowly she pushed the screen open, her eyes unconsciously surveying the street to ascertain whether anyone happened to be looking at her house. Then she looked back at Sonny, whose eyes were roving without inhibition over the lushly revealed curves of her slender inviting form.
"W-what do you want, Sonny?" she asked at length in a soft strained voice.
"Can I come in?"
Barbara bit her lip. "I.. . I really think it's better that you don't."
"But you promised. The other day when I left you promised I could come back again."
Barbara breathed in deeply, gazing with a mingling of apprehension and longing down at the young boy's hopeful face. She remembered her embarrassing physical response earlier in the day at church when she'd seen him looking at her and had let herself recall their salacious carryings-on the last time she'd had him here in the house, and she knew that it would be insane for her to let him in again. And yet she couldn't help being happy to see him. She was lonely, and the natural yearnings of her awakened young body were making themselves known in spite of all her efforts to keep them under control.
"Please Miss Halperin," Sonny begged abjectly. "Please, I've got to see you. I couldn't stand it looking at you today in church and then the way you ran off as soon as the service was over. You made me feel almost like you hated me or something."
Barbara sighed. "All right, Sonny. You can come in for a minute.
She pushed the screen-door open and Sonny brushed past her and walked quickly down the hall to the living room. Barbara followed more slowly on her bare feet, her heart pounding frantically and her breathing rising to a pitch. Reaching the living room door, she saw that Sonny was already seated on the couch. She didn't have the slightest doubt that he expected her to join him, and that was just the thing that she was not under any circumstances going to do.
"All right, Sonny. What's on your mind." Barbara stood like an animal at bay in the center of the room. She was intensely conscious of her own slender, half-clothed body. She knew the shorts she'd worn were so tight the youngster must almost be able to see the slit of her pussy outlined in their crotch, and without a brassiere the tight-fitting little sweater she wore did almost nothing to conceal her breasts. Her sheer vulnerability to his hungering gaze only served to increase the excitement stirring in her loins and she knew that if she didn't send him away soon she might really be in trouble. "What do you want? You know I don't think it's right for you to come here after what happened the other night."
"But I have to see you, Miss Halperin. I have to." Sonny hesitated briefly, then patted the place beside him on the couch. "Won't you . . . won't you come over here."
"No Sonny," Barbara said courageously, sucking in a low gusty breath and shaking her head in the negative. "I'm not coming over there Sonny. And what happened the other night, it's not going to happen again."
"But.. . , " Sonny gazed pleadingly at the shorts-clad blonde. The boy had been able to think of nothing but the sexy English teacher since night before last when he'd come here and almost made out with her, feeling her breasts and almost reaching her pussy. He didn't think he could stand it if he didn't get the chance to do that to her again. It was driving him out of his mind just thinking about, and this evening she looked better than ever.
Suddenly convinced he was going to have to move quickly and take positive action on his own behalf before Miss Halperin kicked him out of her house, Sonny rose suddenly and moved swiftly toward the center of the room. Then before Barbara could even move to resist he reached out with both hands to seize the shorts-clad half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her body forcibly to his and planting several clumsy kisses on the golden flesh of her shoulders and neck.
"God Miss Halperin, I'm sorry," he groaned heavily in her ear as she put up a faint struggle of resistance against the aggressive and awkward embrace. "I can't help it. You're too beautiful. I've got to touch you. I've just got to."
"Ooohhh," Barbara moaned with spontaneous unwanted delight as the boy bounced onto his tiptoes and trailed his tongue along the sensitive smoothly tanned skin of her neck. She could feel the blood rushing deep in her loins and in the tingling nipples of her breasts. Then his lips were on her mouth, his hands digging deeply into the round pliant firmness of her squirming ass-cheeks, teasing and squeezing them with an urgency that jarred her from head to foot. She could feel his boyish cock pressing up against her bared inner thighs through the cloth of the crotch of his trousers, and her panty-covered vagina seemed to be throbbing with its own personal passion down inside her skimpy tight-fitting little shorts. She was doing everything she could to fight the illicit impulses surging through her loins, but more and more the unleashed desire that had lain dormant in her so long was beginning to take control of her body, spirit and mind.
"Oh Sonny, please!" Barbara cried out with a low, lust-strained gasp, suddenly tearing his lips away from the young boy's mouth and pulling her head back to stare down at him with lust-glazed eyes. Yet still she was unable to disengage her body from his. She could still feel the bulging hardness of his cock now shoved right up between her thighs so the crotch of his trousers fitted right in against the crotch of her own shorts, and she could feel the pressure of his straining rigidity shoved right against the plane of her lust-moistened little cunt.
Then Sonny's hand slipped down from her buttocks, pushing up between her thighs from the back to cause a friction of the Levi material right over the cringing little hole of her anus before his fingers pressed against her little cunt-slit itself, barely protected by the thinness of her panties and clinging shorts.
"Oh God!" Barbara sobbed in a genuinely anguished tone as she felt further tremors of excitement coursing out relentlessly through her lust-tortured loins. Then the pressure of his probing finger increased, intensifying the raw sensation, and for a moment she thought she would swoon right there in Sonny's arms. Then somewhere deep in her subconscious a warning bell seemed to ring, and with a sudden animal gasp she began to tug and kick and struggle with all her might, her bare feet stomping into Sonny's shins, one of her knees jerking upward in a jackknife motion between his legs at the same time her hand found his face and her fingernails dug into the skin and clawed.
"Uggghhh! Owwwweeee!"
She heard the grunt from the contact of her knee, the cry that answered her scraping hand. She was free. Half-doubled over, Sonny was stepping back from her, his hands clutching at his crotch.
Her breasts rising and falling heavily with her low strained animal-like breath, Barbara stared at him slack-jawed, wide-eyed with excitement and anger, fear and compelling want. For a moment she could hardly even sort out in her mind what had happened. The first thought that popped into her head almost caused her legs to go weak. If he were stronger, she was thinking, he would take me now, he would take me now and fuck me, and he would do it whether I wanted it or not.
Her mind reeled from the very thought of it. Then Barbara was suddenly snapped to another level of reality by Sonny's whimpering wail:
"My balls! You've busted my balls!"
Barbara's hand flew up to her mouth and a little sob burst to her lips as she saw Sonny groaning and cringing in pain before her. My God, without realizing it she had kneed him right in the testicles. She had really hurt him and she could see the pain, both mental and physical, mirrored clearly on his face. And worse, she recognized all too clearly her own subconscious motive for her sudden violent defense. She knew she could have stopped Sonny with far less than the drastic measures she'd employed. But the truth was that she hadn't really wanted to stop him. Subconsciously, her desire had been to provoke him to an even more fervent attack. She had wanted to recreate the conditions of that one night Greg had forced her to do what she so badly wanted to and couldn't until she was forced.
"Oh my God, Sonny," Barbara gasped, her remorse welling almost parallel to her still insatiable raging lust. "What have I done, oh Sonny, Sonny . . . "
"You kicked me in the balls," the boy gasped, grimacing and writhing in pain, his hand still clutched protectively to his groin.
Barbara's lips were quivering and her eyes filled with tears of shame and remorse as she confronted that terrible discovery about herself. She felt as if she'd found an evil growth that was slowly devouring her body and she thought she could have died rather than face that hurt look in Sonny's glaring eyes. She knew that somehow she had to make it up to him for what she had done. She could see that his trust in her and his confidence in himself was completely destroyed, and it seemed to her now almost certain that he saw as clearly as she did her real perverse and ulterior motive for what she had done. And she had to undo that horrible action. Somehow she had to turn the clock back. She had to have his forgiveness; otherwise, how would she ever forgive herself?
Then, still not sure what she was going to do, Barbara stepped toward the trembling teenager, who retreated a couple of paces before finally allowing her to wrap her arms around him and hug his face to her breasts. Barbara moaned deeply, her guilt and her overflowing of emotion only heightening the deep throbbing in her belly and loins. She squeezed Sonny warmly to her, showering kisses on his head and cheeks, squirming her breasts full against his face. Then, her own passion rising like mercury in a boiling thermometer, she guided the still distrustful teenager back to the couch, urged him to a sitting position and dropped down quickly beside him.
"Oh, Sonny, did I hurt you?" she whispered. "Did I hurt you . . . down there?"
She said it and as she spoke her eyes dropped toward the lower half of his body. Her hands trembled as she reached down to remove his hand, still shielding his injured groin, and as he quivered before her she lay her hand down gently directly on the crotch of his Levi's. She felt his now deflated cock-shaft through the coarse material, evidence that his cries of pain had not been faked; then, as she began to stroke gently over his little member from the outside of the trousers that protected it, she felt it's hardness coming back. Then, still not thinking of the possible consequences of her action, Barbara sezied the zipper catch and pulled it slowly downward. When she had his fly open she fitted her hand inside to grasp the already almost fully-erected shaft of his penis. She worked it out of his jockey shorts and freed it completely to protrude straight up out of his open trousers fly, the slitted glans at the tip glistening with a little drop of seminal fluid that had seeped out and bore witness to the regeneration of his lust.
"Oh Sonny, I'm so sorry," Barbara whimpered in her lust-inspired delirium. She wrapped her hand around the now upstanding shaft of his cock, squeezing it tightly between her inexperienced fingers as her other hand went up to loosen the buttons of his shirt and then undo his belt and the top button of his trousers to give her even greater access to the object of her illicit desire.
"Oh!" Sonny gasped, a trace of suspicion lingering in his voice in spite of his renewed excitement. "W-what are you doing?"
Barbara was too involved in the masochistic expiation of her guilt and the correlative lust surging through her own body to even answer. Her head was spinning in a spiral of sensual need, and slowly she began an up-and-down stroking motion along his straining little cock-shaft, her fingers tracing lightly over the swollen veins and the resiliency pulsing flesh. She still didn't even know what she was going to do. Ever since her violent outburst when she had kneed him in the groin she had been operating on sheer feminine instinct. All she did know was that she had hurt him, here, right on his youthful genitalia; now she was determined to make him feel good, on the same area of his anatomy.
"Ooooooh boy!" Sonny groaned in spite of himself as Barbara continued the teasing pumping rhythm of her hand sliding up and down the length of his cock.
Now Barbara was almost out of her mind with masochistic craving. She stared hungrily down at his small resilient hardness, marveling at its youthful benignity compared with the giant shattering maleness that just less than two weeks ago had permanently lacerated the sensitive hymen of her vagina. And as she continued to tease and fondle the excited and astonished youngster, the words that poured from her lips were like a pagan chant of invitation to joy and delight:
"Oh Sonny, did I hurt your little penis, did I hurt your balls? I'm going to make it up to you, I promise I'm going to make it up. Did I hurt you there, oh God, what can I do to make it well? What can I do? Would you like me to kiss it, Sonny? Would that make it well?"
The words came to her as distant echoes, hardly even like her own voice, but Sonny's reply sounded real enough: "Yes, Miss Halperin. Kiss it. I bet then it would really feel all right again."
Oh my God, Barbara though, blinking in astonishment as she realized what she'd said. And yet she had said it, she had offered to do this in return for what she had done before, and as she gazed narrow-eyed down at the purplish straining shaft the suggestion did not seem half as revolting as she would have imagined. In fact, there was something almost awesomely beautiful and tasty-looking about the erected little cock-shaft she held gripped so tightly in her palm, and with a low gasp she pushed Sonny straight down to a reclining position on his back. She leaned forward, lowering her face over his loins, her blonde hair dangling down over her cheeks like a tent around the up-thrust pole of his hard young maleness, her lips poised but inches from his blood-swollen cock-tip.
Then with a low gasp the masochistically aroused blonde dropped her face lower, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of the purplish glans to lick up the little droplet of seminal fluid that had seeped forth. She'd never done anything like this in her life, and she was both surprised and excited by the pleasing tangy taste of the clear viscous substance. She gripped his pulsing cockshaft firmly at the base between her thumb and forefinger, pulling the skin tightly down and holding it there as she observed and studied the slitted little opening staring back at her now like the eye of a Cyclops. Then, surrendering completely to her irresistible urge, she moaned softly and dropped her head lower, letting her lips part into a salacious oval to envelop his whole rubbery blunt-ended cockhead.
Sonny gasped out in surprise, his face turning pink as Barbara's moist lips covered the end of his cock. Her tongue swirled in teasing circles around his sensitively jerking cock-head and she could feel his penis further stiffening as she dropped her mouth lower. She heard Sonny groan, and before she even realized what was happening, he reached down to run both his hands through her long golden hair, holding her face buried against his loins as he thrust his buttocks up from the couch in an act of instinctive aggression that drove his palpitating rod of flesh all the way to the hilt into Barbara's helplessly unresisting mouth.
"Uggghhhhh!" the startled blonde grunted. This was more than she'd intended to do but with the grip he had on her hair it seemed impossible to resist. The boy's sudden seizing of the offensive had almost gagged her and she thought she would choke from the now seemingly monstrous presence of his lust-swollen cock-head buried far in the back of her throat. And yet she took a strange masochistic pleasure even in this depraved use of her mouth. Now Sonny thrust his buttocks upward, impaling her mouth deeper with his pummeling hardness, and she groaned even louder, struggling, gasping to catch her breath on the out-stroke before he thrust fiercely again up between her lips.
Then, still clinging tightly to her hair and to the back of her neck, he began to hump and buck in a frenzied rhythm, ramming brutally inward time and time again until he was literally banging into her face with his pounding upward lunges.
Shamelessly Barbara submitted to this cruel fucking into her ill-used mouth. Sonny's pelvis was jerking in a frenzy of lustful force, his whole body trembling as he bucked up and down in staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper up between her slavishly sucking lips. She could feel the resilient ridges of the hard-pumped flesh swelling against her hollowed cheeks, his spongy cock-head slamming against her sensitive tonsils, and she tasted more of his tangy viscous seminal fluid mingling with her own freely flowing saliva. And then suddenly as the excited teenager's body abruptly began to quiver rigidly, the reality of what was about to happen dawned on her with all the force of a sledgehammer hitting her on the head.
He was going to cum! And if she didn't get away he was going to do it right in her mouth!
"Mmmmmnnnn! Uhhhhggghhh! Noooo pleaseeee!" Barbara groaned and gurgled almost unintelligibly around his hard shaft of flesh still plunging frenziedly to the threshold of her throat. She jerked her head violently back, but Sonny clung desperately to her hair, then dropped his hands to seize her by both her ears, pulling her face again flush against his loins as his penis flexed even larger into her already obscenely stretched and hollowed mouth.
Oh God, she thought. He was really going to do it, forcibly, and there wasn't any way she could stop him. He was going to cum in her mouth whether she submitted or not. It was just like the night Greg had finally lost his patience after all that time and fucked her in spite of all her attempts to resist, and she realized that under the present circumstances it was exactly what she'd asked for. It was as if her evil thought had backfired in her face. He hadn't had the strength to overpower and rape her in the standard fashion, but once she'd been placed in this groveling position over his loins, the grip of his hands holding tightly to each of her ears made it impossible for her to escape.
Then, her body trembling in masochistic resignation, Barbara reached one of her hands down between her thighs and up to her shorts to rub swiftly up and down across the crotch band of the little garment. She could feel that her panties were completely moistened, and the desire welling through her loins was almost more than she could bear. She was going to give Sonny his release; she had to have her own, and in an even greater desperation she extended her middle finger and slipped it straight up inside the leg of her shorts, pulling the crotch band of her moistened panties aside and working her stiffened digit straight up into the juicy folds of her cunt.
In spite of all her shame and indignation at what she knew was about to happen, Barbara began to work even harder to please the excited teenager with the fervent ministrations of her mouth. She tongued eagerly around the bloated head of his penis, tightening her lips hungrily around the spiraling shaft, scraping softly up and down with her teeth to elicit little gasps and cries of shock and pleasure-pain from his throat. She knew he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer under these conditions, and now if he was going to cum she was ready for it. She longed for it in a way she didn't even understand, and her hunger and need only increased with just the thought of it actually erupting and spewing between her lips, of that life-giving male semen actually pouring into her mouth and down her throat.
Then suddenly the muscles of Sonny's stomach stretched taut and he arched himself up violently from the couch, driving his young cock deeper and deeper into Barbara's throat as he still clung viciously to her ears. His body shuddered and spasmed. A low moan of triumph and delight welled like a growl in his throat.
A moment later it began. His cock gave a series of violently swift jerks against her palate and her tongue, and his control slipped finally away, the dam bursting in an obscenely lustful torrent as the searing droplets of his cum squirted forth in a flood deep into her mouth.
Barbara gagged as she felt his slick semen splattering against her throat, gurgling as his white-hot sperm came gushing out down her tongue. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic-like ring around his wildly lurching member, swirling her tongue faster and faster around his exploding young cock-head. In her masochistic delight she hastened the finger-fucking rhythm up between her own exposed and scissoring thighs, ramming her plundering digit deeper and deeper up the leg of her tight little shorts and into the burning opening of her cunt. And as she threw herself wholeheartedly into the task of sucking the youngster dry, the fluttering in her own loins suddenly spiraled to a crescendo. The quivering in her thighs became a spasm, the spasm became a brilliant white light as her whole writhing body seemed to explode in a clear white flash of lust.
Drop after drop of Sonny's gushing semen rushed up from his cock and squirted down Barbara's throat. She basked in the sheer humiliation of it all, closing her mouth tightly in an effort not to lose a single drop. She gurgled and swallowed until her tautly stretched lips were filled to the brim and still the volley of his obscene liquid continued. And it seemed like an eternity before the hands holding her ears finally slipped away and his cock gave a final short squirt of his boiling salty fluid and started to go limp in her mouth.
Then his deflated cock slipped from her lips and Sonny sagged back, panting to catch his breath as the dazed blonde raised up from over his loins.
Barbara reached up with her free hand to wipe the remaining mixture of saliva and cum from her lips. Her other hand was still embedded between her thighs and suddenly she jerked her finger free from the leg band of her panties and shorts and pulled it away. Gradually the shame and humiliation and the possible terrible consequences of what she'd done swept over her. no