Chapter 4
THE ADULT WOMAN AND HER TWO TEEN-AGE "ODD" BOYS
Edna Curtis is a typical representative of those debauched adult women who find a depraved outlet in seduction of the innocents. Like her other dominant "sisters" of perversia, Edna has uncontrollable urges for the practice of unusual sexual activities. At the age of 36, she looks back upon her life with confused frustrations. She was raised in an environment of dominating parents. Her mother regarded sex as a woman's "punishment." Her father had an aggressive attitude toward sex and would use forceful actions in order to consummate his urges.
There were many nights when Edna would toss and turn in the adjoining bedroom as she listened to her mother's whimpers and cries of pain when her father would unleash his brute sexual force upon her.
It was this environment that twisted Edna's outlook on sex and love. At the same time, she had an intense dislike for the male sex and wanted to see them punished. In each fantasy-dream of flagellomania, she would see a virile youth being flogged and it would resemble the father-image she created. With this attitude, she became a frustrated spinster. When she reached her middle 30's, she had earned enough to open up her own dry cleaning establishment. She hired young lads to do deliveries and pickups and to make themselves generally useful. Just how she first came to debauch these boys is unclear but it is believed that she once went into the cellar of her store and caught two of her boys, Ronnie and Gerry, with their pants down, while they were fondling one another.
Ronnie's pants were down to his knees, and he was thrusting forth his pelvis. "Here, Gerry, just rub it a little. It'll make it feel good. Nothing to be ashamed of. Come on. I'll do it to you."
Gerry was the younger of the two; at 14, he was still timid enough. His pants were down to his ankles, yet he was shy to the point where he held onto his tight briefs. "Naw, it ain't nice."
When Edna peered through a slat in the door and saw this scene, she experienced a quickening of her pulse. Pangs of frustration rose to the core. She saw the two hot blooded youths, saw the way Gerry's enormous male organ was poised for penetration. She saw young Gerry, hardly over 14, with spindly smooth legs, smallish buttocks, with yet-to-be-developed genitalia. It made her fight back the hot flood of tears. She should have had such sensual love. But it was too late now. She felt rooted to the spot as she watched.
"Okay, but let's do it quick. I ain't never let nobody touch it before." He pulled down his briefs. Gerry's slim body was like a reed. His buttocks could have been two handballs. The backs of his naked boy thighs were absolutely smooth and pink. When he moved, it brought out a little ripple of development-to-come.
"Rub it a little." Ronnie's huge maleness was a direct contrast to that of the other boy and his intensified the pounding heat of the situation. "Hurry up or that ol' bag'll catch us."
Edna flinched. They were talking about her! Of all the nerve! She wanted to barge right in but she had to see this through to the finish. She ducked back into the shadows and peered through the slat.
Gerry's hand trembled as he made a fist and captured Ronnie's elongated steel-rigid maleness and started to slide. "Oooo," Gerry giggled in his cracking pre-pubertal voice, "You're getting so swollen up. Here, play with mine."
Ronnie sneered as he seized the boy's slim flesh and started to mainpulate. "It ain't hardly growed yet. Ain'tcha got more hair there?" He laughed as he played with the boy's small pouch. "This ain't much."
They gasped and sputtered as they fondled and played with one another. Ronnie, having had self-manipulation experiences before, was aware of what would happen when he felt the spasms and twitches. "Oooo, it's gonna come out now ... keep on ... rub the head ... oooo, OOOOOO...." His slim body erupted into a series of wrenching twists and then the spewing gave forth the proof of his power.
At the same moment, young Gerry's face grew tomato red and all the veins of his lean boyish body began to bulge. "Rub it more, more, more...." he gasped as he felt the most unusual sensation course through his loins. Suddenly, he sputtered, "I'm gonna ... ooooo, there's something coming out...." In a few seconds, he discovered the miracle process of consummation by manual friction.
He was exhausted as he pulled apart. "Ronnie, what was that?" He laughed shyly as he adjusted his clothes. "I never knew it could happen."
Ronnie pulled his pants back on. "Aw, that is what happens when you go off. Guess at 14 you ain't never had much. I do it to myself all the time. I oughta get a girl. I'd like to put it into her. How'd it feel?"
"Kind of funny," Gerry looked tired. The experience had both embarrassed, yet relieved his boy tensions. "My ol' man. once told me not to fool with it. Said I'd get sick or some-thin' so I don't touch it. But I sure get funny feelings down there."
"Aw," Ronnie was the mature boy, about 16, but he felt the protector of this one, "don't listen to the ol' man. Mine's the same way. Caught me doing it once, when I was in the shower. Man, he let me have it. Used a leather belt on me. Said he'd kill me if he ever caught me doing it again. Said I wasn't to touch it. But honest, Gerry, what'll I do? At night, it gets so hard, I can't sleep. I gotta do it." He sounded desperate.
At that point, Edna barged in on them, her face a cruel mask. "I saw what you two boys were doing! Want me to report the two of you!"
They both were rooted to the spot. Ronnie and Gerry blanched; all the blood drained out of their faces and they looked terrified. Gerry at 14, hopped behind the "older" protector, Ronnie. His eyes were enormous with fear.
"We weren't doin' nothin'," protested the chortling Ronnie. "Nothin', honest." He looked as if he would burst out into tears.
"I saw it all. You two were playing with each other." She pointed to the evidence of their orgasms. "Want me to have you placed in detention homes? I should tell your parents what you did. It was in my store, too!"
Gerry started to whimper. "P-lease, ma'am, don't tell anyone. We didn't mean it." Tears went down his smooth face. His moppet hair gave him a babyish look that could be sensual as well as fetching. "Don't tell. I didn't mean it. It was Ronnie, he made me do it...."
"Shut up!" With that, Edna knew she had both of them where she wanted. This was her opportunity for vengeance. A few thoughts ran through her head. "I want both of you to come to my apartment tonight. I'll discuss it with you and then decide what I'm going to do. Tell your parents you're just going out for a walk. Hear me?"
They were so petrified, they would have consented to anything if only to be spared parental punishment.
That night, Edna Curtis started her downward descent into flagellomania punishment of her own warped libidinal frustrations. It was the traumatic shock of having seen pubertal boys in the throes of their carnal awakening that served as the spur for Edna Curtis' debauched cravings.
"You two have been naughty," she berated them in her apartment. "Now, there's no need for both of you to look like that. I have thought this over very carefully and have decided that you have to be punished but I'll do the punishment." She reached into the bottom drawer of a large bureau and withdrew a hideous looking whip. It was something she had once picked up on a trip to Mexico. She had purchased it on a strange impulse. Now she knew it would be" put to good use.
The boys recoiled with fright.
Ronnie was swallowing down the choking well of tears that he was too brave to release. "Please, please, Miss Curtis, don't whip us."
Gerry looked as if he would break down in a wave of crybaby tears. "No, no, don't hit me. I'll do anything you want. Please." His smooth chin trembled and tears flooded his eyes.
Now Edna knew she was dominant and victorious. "Very well. Since the two of you know you are naughty boys, you will understand what I tell you to do. Strip down. Go on!" she raised her voice. Excitement mounted. Now she could punish these boys, as she yearned to punish her overbearing father; now she could give vent to her repressed urges. "Strip naked! Then you two will do exactly as I say."
They cringed in fright. "But we never did it, in front of a lady," protested the sobbing Gerry. "Please, we didn't mean it."
She clutched the whip by its hard handle; it was made of sleek, genuine alligator and glistened as she test-hefted it in the air. It was about three feet in length. It had been fashion crafted by a master whipmaker. Just a slight flick of the wrist and the flexible whip snapped in the air with the slicing action as if hurtled against naked buttocks.
Ronnie was aghast. He felt his heart pound furiously. "All right, we'll do it, only don't hit us."
Since the older boy was starting to remove his clothes, Gerry followed with nervous movements.
They soon were naked, looking smooth and soft with erect privates that were instantly aroused; at that tender pubertal age, rigid virility was possible with just a thought, a motion; it was assured with nakedness.
Edna soon learned of this sensitivity of extreme youth and it whetted her lust for such callow sexual studs. Like most female pedophiles, she knew she could not dominate taunt or otherwise compell adult males into her debauched acts. Only with puerile youth could she accomplish her wish-fulfillment craving for punishment of her father-image. This led to her search for other boys in pairs because her first command made it evident that she needed two boys for her debauched cravings.
"All right, Gerry, you lie down on that bed. No, don't look like that. I'm not going to whip you." She felt her heart pounding as she saw the 14 year old boy's milky smooth body, the undeveloped physical apparatus in proud arousal, the way his crinkled pink pouch with its two oval spheres were swinging with his movement. She wanted to stroke and fondle him. That would come later. "That's it. No, you stupid boy. On your tummy. Bottoms up!"
When the boy snuggled on the bed, he whimpered slightly, feeling that there would come an awesome experience. "Please don't hurt me," he sobbed.
"Shut up!" snapped Edna. She turned to the white-faced Ronnie. "You, straddle him. That's it. Go on or I'll have both of you whipped until your bodies will be stripped like a peppermint bar."
Ronnie, being the older one, was showing signs of precocious development. He had a massive young boy-man power, with a thick hirsute covered pouch and enormous ovals. His thighs and legs were smooth with only the suggested trace of down. The rears of his naked thighs were pinkish smooth. His buttocks were firm, without any sag. They dimpled inwardly as he moved. The dividing gorge was so erotically provocative, it made the red-faced Edna Curtis almost swoon with a peculiar longing.
The two boys reflected the image of pristine purity. This appealed to Edna as it does to almost all such adult female pedophiliacs.
"Go on, Ronnie, use Gerry like a woman! You heard me. Put it into him and that will punish him so he'll never do naughty things again."
The two reacted with a strange horror. "B-but, I don't know...." Ronnie felt the damning warmth sweep up through his young loins with a heart-pounding intensity. "I don't know...." He was so frightened, he wanted to shrink down and hide. He was mounting the whimpering Gerry who was blithefully unaware of what .it was like to be sodomized! The backs of his white marshmallow-soft buttocks were glazed with the sheen of his boy sweat. Trickles of sweat poured down his armpits. So did Ronnie sweat, sucking in air. His throat felt parched.
Edna raised her whip. There was a strange whisper. Suddenly, the snake-like whip flew out and it landed with a loud and sharp THWACK upon Ronnie's smooth buttocks.
"Do as I say!" screamed Edna.
Ronnie yelped as a stinging hot flame seared the back of his naked thighs. Tears rolled down his cheeks. At the same time, a series of reverberating spasms tore through his loins. The lash left a deep red welt on his otherwise flawless marble-smooth boy buttocks.
"I'll do it, I'll do it," he gasped desperately. "Don't whip me." He gazed with wide-eyed terror at the snake-like whip.
"Just push. Use your hand to find out where to put it in." Edna gloried in her she-master's role. In whipping and punishing these boys, she was flagellating her hated father-image, and giving vent to her repressed frustrations as a spinterish old maid. "Go on!"
With wet, grubby hands, Ronnie fondled the quivering Gerry's buttocks. Male instinct served as a guide. He found Gerry's small aperture and with a few exploratory thrusts, gained entrance into the warm environment.
Gerry screamed as he felt the pounding penetration. "It hurts! I don't like it! Don't do it. Take it out!" He beat the bed and bit down hard on the cushion but there was no shaking off the heaving boy atop.
"I gotta, I gotta do it," sputtered Ronnie as he now surged forth. "Hey, this feels good. Lemme do it," he stammered with nervous anxiety. "I never felt this before. Like a girl."
His body jack-knifed and twisted as he now began the familiar thrusts, using his powerful boy lancer as he would a piston. The room was filled with strange grunts and peculiar sounds as their wet bodies slapped against one another.
Gerry was trying to press down into the bed as he tried to shake off the pounding boy. "I can't take it ... stop, Ronnie, please...."
But Ronnie could not hold back. The fires of youth had erupted into a bizarre flame. He surged forth and then he made a lusty cry as he felt the eruption. "Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh," he gasped as the shooting spurts of lascivious fulfillment were emitted into the warm receptacle. Again and again the spasms tore through his loins. At long last, he was satiated. He was drained. When he extricated himself, he had to stagger to a chair and then collapse. His maleness was still rigid.
"Ohhhh, that sure felt great," he looked happy and relieved. "Sorry, Gerry, I didn't mean it."
The other boy was very quiet. He sniffled but said nothing.
"Let that be a lesson to both of you," snapped Edna. "You have been punished for your own good. You did dirty things in the cellar. You have to be punished." But even as she said this, Edna knew she was only using her power as a means of easing her own confused attitudes about normal love.
Because jobs were scarce in this small town the two boys could not leave Edna Curtis' dry cleaning establishment. This meant they were completely under her power. She hired other boys as her business increased but she preferred the very young ones because they were so innocent and frightened of the awesome magnitude of sex, they would succumb to any debauchery for the simple reason that they just did not know any better.
Furthermore, like most female sodomitic pedophiles, this older woman knew that the trigger-reflex anxieties of hot blooded youth precluded hesitation. They were so stored up with cravings, they were vulnerable for any types of expression. This is one reason why so many become involved in homosexuality. The temptation for release overpowers any sense of caution or reason or morality.
In another bizarre orgy the 36-year old dominant woman found an excuse for bringing three boys down into her establishment's cellar. She rebuked them for having called to girls while in the store. "Since you have no respect for women," (here it is obvious she is reacting to her own frustrations,) "then you will have to be taught the proper discipline. Drop your pants! All three of you!"
"B-but, what'd we do?" stammered one pink cheeked boy who was hardly even 14. He was still in the growing stage and resembled a slim page boy from bygone days. "We didn't do nothin'."
"Shut up," she growled. "I heard those terrible words you said to girls across the street. And right from my shop, too. Drop your, pants, I said."
The boys were red-faced as they looked from one to the other. They were embarrassed at having to lower their pants before one another, let alone before this older woman. They were all boy virgins and despite their obvious braggadacio, they were frightened of girls at their tender 13 and 14 years of age.
She wielded a doubled over leather belt. "I'll tell your parents." This threat worked wonders.
There was a rustle as the three red-faced boys fumbled with their pants. They dropped their pants and upon another whip-sharp command, dropped down their shorts. Naked, they were all ramrod stiff.
Their naked boy parts were erect in gleaming heat. One boy had difficulty in retracting so Edna seized upon this opportunity to fondle him. He reacted as if a spark of electricity had touched his sensitive boy parts.
"You've got a long skin here," she jeered, deliberately taunting the boy. She seized his erect phallus and gave a vicious yank that made him yelp. "If I were your father, I'd see to it that it was cut off." She knew it was making him all the more humiliated.
Edna went around, beheld the dizzying spectacle of the bared bottoms of the three boys. She fought against a strange impulse to fondle and explore their smooth-as-silk buttock cheeks. The red chasm looked equally as forbidden. She would have thrilled to compel them to sodomize one another but right now, she had another fiendish goal.
"Bend over. That's it." She saw their smooth buttocks grow taut. "Now ... you count as I whip. If you miss a number, we'll do it over again."
She used the doubled over leather belt as she would a vicious whip. Each THWACK echoed in the cellar with the ominous sound of dungeon punishment.
Each Whack brought forth a tightening of the boys' gluteal muscles. They whimpered, sobbed, staggered and almost fell, but they took their spanking punishment until their bottoms were red hot.
When she finished, Edna felt as if she had had her own climax. "Now, two of you stand over there." She pointed to the designated two boys. "You," she pointed to the 13 year old boy who sniffled as he held his spanked bottom. "Kneel before them. Take their 'things' in your mouth."
The standing boys snickered. Gone were the fears. They had heard, vaguely, of such things. They were so stiff with anxiety, they needed something. Even if a buddy was forced into it, they wanted it!
"I can't," the 13 year young boy protested. "It's ... it's dirty...."
"What you did was dirty, calling dirty names to girls!" Infuriated, Edna seized his thick hair, dragged him nakedly over to the other boys and forced him down on his knees. "Go on or I'll whip you until you won't sit for a month."
"B-but...."
Edna seized his head and pushed Mm into the oral act. She forced him through each compulsive fellatio until he had serviced both boys. Then he becaime sick and heaved up on the floor.
Edna felt victory consummated with a release of her own frustrated tensions. "Wash everything up, get dressed and be gone." She wanted to savor every bit of the memory of it by herself.
It was when the enforced performing boy became moody, depressed and showed signs of neurotic withdrawal, that the truth came out.
Edna Curtis was charged with impairing the morals of minors but when none of the others had the courage to come forth and identify her, charges had to be dropped. The sick boy was declared to be suffering from delusions and his accusations were not accepted at face value.
Nevertheless, the townspeople had good reason to believe that Edna. Curtis had debauched the boys and they withdrew their trade from her dry cleaning establishment.
In due time, she went bankrupt and had to leave town.
It is to be expected that she is still continuing on with her abnormal quest for debauching minors.
Throughout all of her experiences, she has never permitted any of the boys to violate her person; rarely did she dare to touch them. This mental block was part of her psychosis. Instead, she would compel them to perform homosexual-flagellation activities and this provided her with an abnormal satisfaction.
Like other pedophelis, this older woman has a warped sense of sexual values and seeks solely to gratify her dark desires of domination over young boys.