Chapter 8

HOOKEY SCHOOL PLAYERS AND THEIR OLDER PERVERTS

The image of the lecherous old man is that of a hawkish looking fiend who preys upon innocent girls and boys within reach of their school. He will taunt them with candy bars, then abduct them in his car to perform vile acts upon their virginal persons. To a certain extent, this is a valid image. But what of the lecherous woman? Little is said about her because the boys who become involved are usually a delicate 13 or 14 and too immature to realize the implications.

Many adult women will use excuses for loitering in areas where young boys will be available. These women are usually less noticeable because it is rare that they are apprehended. They are not considered as much a moral threat as lecherous men although there should be no differentiation between the sexes when it comes to impairing the sexual morals of a youngster.

Many neighborhood boys who play hookey from school will do so to meet an older woman who will then participate in a sex act with them. If blame is to be attached, it should be equal to both the older woman and the boy since both are aware of what is taking place. The older woman, of course, is to be held responsible since she is an adult and is more aware of the social consequences of an abnormal sex act with a youngster. Let us see who these neighborhood boys are and what they do when they are absent from school.

LESTER, AGE 14, UNDERSIZED YOUTH. This boy comes from an average family; his parents provide him with material possessions and give him a sense of security. He attends a good school, yet about once a month, he is absent. He cannot feign illness and remain at home since his parents will summon the doctor. Lester is undersized in the sense that his genitalia is of minute dimensions in comparison to the other boys in school. This has given him a feeling of inferiority.

Once a month, he must attend gymnasium; this means he has to undress, shower, expose himself before the other boys. As is customary, they will all examine one another nakedly and will make jeering taunts about one another's masculinity. This is a pretense to disguise their own feelings of self-consciousness but it can be most painful to an undersized youth.

Lester was ridiculed, called "tiny" or "runt" or "peewee" when the other boys saw his rather minute genitalia. He was 13 at the time and while still in the growing stage, it was difficult for him to understand that he would eventually catch up. All he knew was that the other boys jeered and taunted him about his masculinity, and this so hurt him that he dreaded the thought of having to go to gym.

He decided to play hookey; he would forge notes from his folks saying that he had been ill and was compelled to remain in bed. Now he would be able to avoid the jeering taunts about his maleness.

Lester was a slim boy, about five feet, four inches, dark blond hair and an angelic face framed with a sheepish scowl. He wore jeans and a T-shirt as he shuffled along a side street, just kicking at stones and wasting time on this one day out of school. He carried his books with him.

It was during this early morning that Mrs. Ethel Barber was driving from the supermarket. She had lived alone ever since she divorced her husband. There had been sexual incompatability. He was much older than Ethel (she was 41) and she had really married him for his money. Now she longed for the body of a younger man. She had gone to several summer resorts and met the young beach boy types but they had been too "commercial" and interested solely in her money.

She had often watched the slim-hipped youths from the nearby school. It set her on fire to think of their warm hands, their vibrant powers. The younger they were, she conjured a vision, the more responsive they would be. She kept imagining how some of them would look, naked and aroused. She would even speculate on the size of some of them.

Ethel went down the side street; that was when she saw Lester. Since school had already begun, why was this boy loitering with his books? She liked his baby face and his long legged appeal; he could have been a frisky colt. She felt her heart pound with anticipation. Maybe ... maybe....

"Need a lift?" she drove up beside him.

The boy turned his scrubbed face to her. "Aw, no. It's okay." As he walked on, Lester had a slight awareness of the way she was looking at him through the car window.

"Well, if you're not in school, maybe you can help me with these packages. I'll give you two dollars. Hop in, won't you?"

Lester still hesitated. He noted the woman looking very warmly at him. He had heard some snickers in the school that the boys often "had fun" with girls. Still, Lester had no idea what this nice looking lady really had in mind. "Two dollars?" The money appealed to him. More than that, he would be glad to get away from the school area. What if a truant officer saw him? "Okay, lady." He slid in on the front seat beside her.

"My name is Ethel." She patted his knee, noted his slight flinch. "What's yours?"

"Lester."

They drove in silence for a few blocks, then she came to her house. "Here we are. Mmmm, it's time for a little lunch. You'll join me, won't you, Lester?"

"Sure," he piped up. Then he helped her with several very light packages. He liked the house. It was warm and friendly and the taunts of his manhood seemed to be far away. "Your husband home?"

"No, silly boy," she laughed at his innocence. "My husband ... is away." She would not tell of divorce. This boy would not understand. "Now, let's just have some milk and cookies." She carried on a brief chat as she prepared everything. She found herself drawn to the boy. His slim body personified a youth that she had never possessed. Having married when she was about 18 or 19 to a man who was more than twenty years her senior, she had been denied the full fruits of youthful love. Now, in a bizarre manner, she was trying to recapture it with youth. Very young youth, at that. Lester would be the symbol of recaptured youth.

"How come you're not in school today?" she prodded gently. "Oh, I suppose like all boys, you play hookey." She laughed to make the bashful boy feel better. "You're not going to learn much if you don't go to school." Then in a gender tone. "Is there anything the matter?" She crossed both arms across her ample bosom, let the big mounds press against the silken fabric of her bodice. She had a magnificent pair of breasts with nipples that pointed like fingers. She caught the way the boy's deep dark eyes were gazing at them.

"Well," he licked his lips nervously, "I do not like to go to gym." Then, he was telling her in halting tones. "The guys in my class, they see me in the shower and laugh at me." He was red-faced and embarrassed. "They call my Tiny."

Ethel might have laughed but the seriousness of the boy and the situation precluded mirth. "Aww, boys can be cruel. But it can't be what they say. I know lots of girls would like someone like you." She ruffled his hair and made him smile. "I'm a girl, too. I'd like you."

The boy looked embarrassed. "I don't know." He was at the age where words were difficult. Thoughts, however, were turbulent and he felt a heat in his groin. "I don't fool too much."

Ethel leaned closer and now she gathered his face in her hands. "You darling boy. You shouldn't listen to those boys. You are very nice." Her lips were on his. There was some confusion. Lester, apparently, did not know how to kiss since he had never kissed a girl before. Ethel taught him by saying, "Just open your mouth, Lester."

His mouth opened and Ethel's tongue darted in. Their tongues fenced. At the same moment, Ethel's hand went down to the boy's crotch and she fondled the bulge that was swelling up at an instant's caress. The two tongue-fenced while the older woman stroked the whimpering boy between his thighs. Then she moved away.

"Would you like to show me?"

He bit his lower lips. Lester's heart thumped wildly. Except for gym, he had never let anyone see him naked. He had an erection and it embarrassed him. It was precisely this shy embarrassemnt that appealed to this 41-year old female pedophile. It symbolized boy virginity and the epitome of all she had been denied when she married an older man.

Also, she had nightmares about having wasted her years; she thought herself to be an old woman. The only way she could cling on to her vision of fast-fleeting youth was to drink the nectar of a young boy. This would restore her self-confidence. Never a thought of what it might do to the boy!

"Well, I don't know...." He could not look directly at the older woman. "I mean, I never...."

"Don't be ashamed. You're going to like it. You'll see." She took his hand, led the boy into the bedroom. "Here, see?" It was dark and cool in the simply furnished bedroom. A huge double bed dominated the scene. "Now, let's undress."

"I don't know," he stammered shyly, just standing there, looking slim and terrified. He kept staring at the floor, too shy to look at her. "I mean, it's not nice."

"We'll make it nice." By now, Ethel was so aroused, she wanted to cover this boy with her mouth. "Just take off your clothes." Seeing that he still hesitated, she fumbled with his pants and before he could dart away, the pants were down around his knees. Ethel gaped to see the boy's pristine pure genitalia. She flew into a wild excitement. "Ooooo, this is nice." She reached between his thighs and cupped his scrotum. "This is nice and big," she emphasized the last word.

"It feels good," he gasped. It was the first time anyone had ever touched him. "Rub your hands over the top here."

She laughed at his directness. Youth, youth so unblemished.

"All right, but your clothes will get all wrinkled. So will mine." With that, she yanked up his T-shirt, up over his head. A moment later, she had denuded him completely.

She could hardly work her fingers with her own dress; Ethel was so excited over the prospect of this 14-year young conquest. At long last, she shed her garments, having slid down her pink panties.

"Do you like this?" She took Lester's resisting hand and placed it on the lower slope of her belly, then forced his fingers into the triangular thatch. "Ahhhh, you have such nice hands. Boys always do." She had to hold him since he was so rigid with shy fear. "Just put your fingers in here ... oooooo, rub the little button. See? This is called a clitoris."

"Clit ... clitoris," he stammered boyishly.

She laughed as she moved her head down, then her tongue snaked out. "Lovely boy. So pure. So young. Like cream." Her tongue tortured the pent up boy, over the length of his aroused boy flesh, while her fingers dallied his oval spheres and stroked the soft underside of his scrotum. She fingered his smooth perineum, making him wince.

They made it to the bed. She would first manipulate him, then she would initiate him into having his first session. She had to self-admit that Lester was small. Maybe glands or hormones. But he was undersize. Still, it was exciting, in a strange warped manner.

"Now, just lie on top of me." She had to guide the frightened boy. "Ooooo, you're trembling." She ran her hands over his slim back, down to his very small buttocks. He had very little hair anywhere; only in his crotch was a small down of very white blond. His boyhood was as smooth as alabaster and as resilient as silk. He was still in his pre-pubertal throes of growth. This added to the excitement.

"What do you want me to do now?"

Ethel felt her blood pounding. She nuzzled her face in the boy's hair and hugged his slim, alive body. "Ooooo, you precious darling. You're like a little doll and I love you." She fondled and stroked him until she felt that he would be unable to control himself. Youth. So impetuous. Just a few touches and they were ready to go off.

With a fleeting pang of bitterness, she recalled how her husband had taken ages of manipulation to get excited. She might as well have married some aged eunuch. If only she had married youth. She had married for money but that was no sexual consolation.

"Just move over here. Ahhhhh, you have a nice body, Lester." She would have loved any boy who was virile and alive. "Well, put your arms around me. Play with my breasts. Ooooo, you are good. Twist the nipples. Put your mouth down there. Kiss the nipples."

Dutifully, the boy opened his hot young mouth. His teeth scraped against the older woman's nipples. It made her shiver with needle-sharp-excitement. "That's it, darling. Oooo, you're a wonderful boy. Bite my nipples!"

Lester found himself liking this form of oral love; although he was too young to perceive the means of stimulation, he knew solely that it provided pleasure. He used his boy's mouth from one breast to the next, loving this fun.

"Now ... what'll I do next?"

She loved guiding him. Like almost all female pedophiles, she delighted in innocent youth who sought direction. That way, she could inveigle him into debauched acts that might be shunned by adult males. In this case, Ethel had no craving for abnormal methods but many pedophiles specialize in them.

"Just move here. Ahhhhh, that's the way." She saw the way the boy propped himself up on his thin elbows. Such a slender body. His nipples were still surrounded with baby fat. His flesh was pink and smooth, without any hair. Even his armpits were pinkishly soft and naked. "You're nice." She reached down and stroked his erect flesh. She cupped his smallish testicles and then she felt the whimper that warned her this might end too abruptly.

She pushed him toward the target. "Now, just slide in easy, Lester, baby." She knew he did not like the appellation "baby" but it had slipped out. "That's it ... oooo, it feels nice." She had to tighten her vaginal muscles. There was a coital constriction and she now possessed the boy's immature flesh. It felt just wonderful. "Slide ... in and out ... slide...." She nuzzled his ear, let her tongue slosh out of his ear drum. She nibbled on his ear drum.

"It feels good. It feels nice," he made a shy laugh It was evident he was thrilled. His first time! With a 41-year old woman! But all he knew was that it felt good! He jackknifed his young body with a strange instinct. He gasped as he followed the ritual. His testicles slapped against her crotch as he twisted. There were several thrusts. He hurtled all the way and felt his boy flesh immersed in hot moist walls. There was a sudden shooting flame and he erupted.

"Ohhhh, something's ... it's ... ohhh-ohhhh," the boy whimpered as he felt shooting spasms tear through his innards.

"Let it come out ... that's it...." Ethel was delirious with sensual joy at the hot spurts that seemed to pervade her every tissue and cell. "Ooooooh, that's it ... that's it...."

The two of them bounced up and down on the bed. They rocked with the explosive climax of their lust. They breathed and gasped and emitted bizarre sounds of the peak of their carnal craving.

All too soon, the spurts ended and the boy was depleted. He just lay atop the warm Ethel, feeling her breasts, shivering slightly.

Ethel felt as if she had had the voluptuous experience of a lifetime. She hugged the boy. She, too had erupted and it was this simultaneous climax that made her thrill as if this had indeed been the best of everything.

"Now, Lester wasn't that good?"

"Yes. It felt good," piped up the boy.

"Then you are a good boy. I'll give you more than two dollars."

"It's okay." He was not like other boys who acted like male studs in exchange for money. "I kind of liked it." He waited until he was told to wash up. Then his young, wiry body moved across the room. He could have been the boy-lover she always wanted.

Before they parted, Ethel hugged the boy while stuffing several dollars into his pocket. "Now remember, Lester not a word to anyone about this. Also, I want you to go to school. No more playing hookey."

"When can I come here again?"

She was thrilled with his boyish innocence. "Darling, you can come here some evening. We'll be alone. Just tell your parents you're going out for a while for a walk. You mustn't deceive them by saying you go to school when you don't."

There were several other pedophiliac experiences and then Lester no longer came to Ethel. She might have expected that the boy's conscience matured so that he felt guilty about this liaisons. She sighed as she went in her car, some months later, and started looking for other boys.

Perhaps a runaway.