Chapter 8

THE "AFTER SCHOOL" BOY

Her name is Mrs. Wanda R.

She is close to her middle 40's, developing a paunch, has drooping buttocks, and her breasts need a firm uplift. She also has a sagging chin line. Her carefully groomed hair is an effective disguise against her increasing gray hair middle-age. To the astute female afficionado it would be apparent that she has little to offer in the way of sexual appeal.

But to a young schoolboy, by name of Teddy W., she is a female. Now he can be a man. Now he need not shy away when the other boys get together in the schoolyard and boast about their sexual adventures.

As far as young Teddy is concerned, Wanda is a woman who has sex with him. Wanda and Teddy may be decades apart (he is 17, very slim, yet to be muscularly developed, rather reticent, a bookish lad with clean cut features), but where sex is concerned, there is no generation Gap. That is, no gap when you are 17, hot and excited and the victim of recurring erections.

"Some times," admits the wan faced young Teddy, "I'd get so excited that as soon as I came home, I'd go into the bathroom and (masturbate) while looking at hot pictures. I couldn't hold back. I mean, lots of the guys in school do it. Why can't I?"

Teddy might not have been so susceptible to the older Wanda except that some of the other boys in the school would conceal their own embarrassing virginity by jeering at Teddy-or others-for being kids.

One might say:

"Hey, Teddy," while feigning a swipe for his crotch, making him jump, "you still whackin' away at your thing or you makin' out with some broad?"

Or another might say, while making a lewd gesture with his hand to stimulate masturbation, and at the same time puckering his lips to stimulate an oral act:

"Get yourself a queer, Teddy? Want to get your rocks off or what?"

Not all of the jibes were directed at Teddy. He heard others being embarrassed. It was part of adolescence. It was a form of bragging about being virile at someone else's embarrassment. But Teddy felt super-sensitive about it.

In this guilty frame of mind, he needed an outlet. He would have gone to a girl but by his own admittance:

"They don't have 'that type' of girl in our school. Their parents are always warning them about getting pregnant. One girl put out for a gang of guys and she got 'caught.' It was a real nasty scandal. She put the finger on the boys and they were all expelled. So we don't have much chance to fool with girls."

As for prostitutes, this particular community is located in a rather well-to-do suburban part of the state. There just aren't any call girls available. And the boys cannot go to any bars which are in the factory side of the city, because they are under age. This makes it sexually difficult.

But for Mrs. Wanda R., it is a set situation. Listen to what she relates:

"I have my own car; it was a birthday gift by my late husband, two years ago. I do my own driving and no one checks on my whereabouts. My two sons are married and live elsewhere. I have a servant in the house but she's stupid and doesn't know what's happening. I usually pick up a nice boy and bring him to the house with the excuse that he's a nephew. That dumb servant doesn't even know the score.

"I have to be careful, though. I don't want to pick up some roughneck. I had that experience at one time. I had picked up a hitch hiker. He said his truck was broken. He asked if I could drive him to the nearest telephone.

That was how she was sodomized by the almost animal-like construction worker.

"He was so young and so smooth-faced. He didn't even shave. He looked so rugged, like out of the movies. But after I got him home with me, he was just like some beast."

Wanda used the ruse that the nearest telephone was some ten miles away. Wouldn't he like to come to her house?

That was how she came to flirt with him. "The boy was delightfully handsome. He knew what I wanted. He played with my breasts a while, but wouldn't kiss me. He looked disgusted if he came close to me. Well, I suppose I am a bit too ... uh, mature for him.

"Then he turned me on my face. He mounted my back and then I felt his rough hands pulling apart my bottom. He inserted his finger and made me jump.

"He warned me not to scream or else he'd throttle me. Can you imagine what I felt? I had actually picked up a young madman."

The young boy construction worker then hooked his arms around her head. There was some struggling and he made the sodomitic impalement.

"I felt like being twisted in half. He did that awful thing to me; I know some women lice to get it the back way, but I lice it the usual way. He refused and said this was the best way. He couldn't get a girl pregnant this way-as if I could become pregnant!-and there was no risk of disease. How disgusting! To even suggest that I had that sickening disease. But he went ahead and used me like some beast."

Wanda said the hurtful impalement was so great, she wanted to cry out in pain. "But with a servant in the house, I couldn't do anything but bite down on my lip and wait until that heaving, bucking young boy-animal was excited enough to go off.

"It didn't thrill me in the least. After, I almost pleaded with him to play with me ... down there ... but he laughed and said the most abusive things. I won't even repeat them. It made me feel so cheap and downright degraded. I vowed never again to let myself get into such a situation."

Wanda now decided upon picking up a young schoolboy. She might not have met young Teddy except that during one rain-swept afternoon, as she drove home from a shopping spree (her late husband left her well-heeled), she saw the skinny boy, shivering as he awaited a bus.

She invited him into the warmth of her car. Since the boy saw a mature and well-groomed woman, he accepted the offer. His parents had always admonished him to avoid being picked up by strangers. But this was a woman and could not harm him.

He had mentioned that his parents would be gone until late evening so there was no rush to get home. Teddy had not said this for the purpose of going off with Wanda; it was just a boyish statement.

"Then come home with me, Teddy. It's been so long since I've had hot chocolate and cookies with a young man like yourself. My own two boys are grown up and married. Do come, please." She put one gloved hand on his thigh and felt just a slight flinch. "Please!"

"Okay, if you want me."

"Of course, I certainly do want you!"

At home, she began making sexual overtures to Teddy. She kept saying that a nice boy like him should have plenty of girl friends. She even said boldly, "You ought to make a girl happy ... with what you have. Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Teddy. Girls are always dreaming and thinking about a nice boy who can make them feel good."

"I ... I don't fool much with girls," he sheepishly admitted. "But I sure feel like it," he laughed embarrassingly.

Slowly, the older woman steered the talk to sex. She might not have been able to make her shocking oral seduction, but since the boy was shivering and wet, it was a good opportunity to get him out of his clothes.

He had gone into the bathroom to shower, and left his sogging clothes on a hamper. As he splashed delightedly under the needle spray shower, he did not hear Wanda as she stealthily opened the door, removed his clothes. When he finished, he wrapped a towel around his lean boyish frame, then noticed the absence of his clothes.

"Oh, Wanda," they were already on a first name basis, "where are my clothes?"

"I took them, Teddy," in her gushy voice. She could envision the stubble-haired boy all glistening wet and alive and smooth. The very epitome of sexual youth. She felt her hot lust. "Just come outside and I'll let you select a robe. They're out here."

Timidly, the boy's bare feet made patter-patter sounds. He had wrapped the towel around his middle. The thick bulge was clearly outlined. His very lean and flat buttocks with the dividing cleft was also outlined. He had spindly arms and legs. His nipples were as red as bright erasers. It was obvious he was exceptionally shy which was typical of post-pubertal boys.

"Hi," he flashed a shy grin, revealing even white teeth. "Hey, I feel kind of funny." He held onto the towel as if fearing to be exposed.

"You should feel proud of your body, Teddy." Now, Wanda knew she could not control herself. She was bold.

She put her arms around the startled, wide-eyed boy ana as she explored the damp back, felt the protruding shoulder blades, she felt his almost instant arousal.

"Aren't you the lovely little boy?" she purred, her hands now reaching beneath the towel. As they worked, she pushed him against the wall. "Mustn't be frightened, Teddy. Mmmm, sweet...."

She kissed his petal lips. He was gentle and soft, unlike that cruel boy construction worker. There was safety with this boy.

"Please, Wanda, I ... I...." He kept swallowing nervously. "I mean ... what do you want?"

She almost laughed out loud at his innocence. "I want you-Teddy bare!" she said laughingly as she led him to the bed. He walked with an awkward stiffness. It was plain to see he was very shy and embarrassed.

"What're you going to do?"

"This, my darling boy."

Moments later, she had wrested the towel from his clutch and feasted upon his virgin genitalia. He was fresh and pure and had never before had a woman. All he had done, probably, was just to play with himself. All the boys did it. But it was obvious he was still a boy virgin.

"Mmmm," her hands cupped his boy-man flesh. One or two strokes and she succeeded in bringing him to such a trigger-sensitive stiffness, it was sheer miracle that he did not erupt. "You're a nice boy...."

Although Teddy had heard some snickers about oralism (the boys used more lewd and base terms to describe this perverted act), he had not been familiar with the actual technique.

He was spread on his bare back. He felt the older woman's hands as they reached to cup his small buttocks. Then he felt her hot mouth descend.

"Oh ... ahhhhh...."

When her moist mouth and tongue encircled around his hot fleshly muscular column, a terrifying ache tore through his very innards.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHH!"

The two players threshed on the bed. Teddy surged forth, wanting this older woman to absolutely consummate him.

He was seized with the most delicious sensation imaginable. He felt wave after wave of tremulous power surge through his loins. Ohhhh, this sure beating your own whacker, as the guys snickered about. This felt ohhhh ... so good....

"Keep on," he whimpered as a wave of power threatened to erupt "More, more...." He seized her head and guided her.

When the absolute top was reached, it nearly blew his head off!

Teddy was giggling with boyish delight at the way Wanda orally serviced him. Now he could consider himself a man. While he was not as anxious as some of the others to prove himself, he was still bitten with the urge to consider himself virile and sexually mature. Oralism, to Teddy, was an escape valve for his stored up heated tensions, as well as a means for increasing his self-estimation.

"Oh, Wanda, that sure felt nice."

She laughed as she straightened herself. She had not even bothered undressing; she feared that the boy might dislike her rather adult body; also she feared he might lose control and would sodomize her. She could not risk any noisy scandal or scuffle.

"It's supposed to feel nice, Teddy. Lots of girls," she emphasized the word, "do that to boys."

"It made me so hot, I couldn't hold back." He did not make mention of his feeling of strange revulsion at her receiving his seminal discharge. He would have thrown up if he had to do that. But Teddy felt immense pleasure when someone did it to him. Now he wanted more of the same. "I sure liked it."

Wanda played with his genitalia, disporting herself with his virile young body. 'Then we'll play other little games as we go along, darling boy."

This was the first of many such sensual debaucheries.

Rarely did Wanda deign to denude herself; she had a presence of mind that her flabby body would displease the boy and he might not return again.

But whenever she orally serviced him, she derived a sense of satisfaction about herself. Now she was convinced that she was a desirable woman and that she still could attract a male.

"I sure lice to lie back and let a girl do it all," he would later admit after the initial shyness had given way to sexual promiscuity. "I mean, it makes me feel real good. Don't have to do a thing."

"Just let Wanda do it all, my baby boy, and Wanda will make you feel happy."

Here we can see that this type of sexual debauchery warped Teddy to the point where he became so passive, he was later unable to arouse himself to the point of penetration in normal intercourse.

"I just can't 'get it up' long enough to go all the way," was something he later told to a close friend. "I just haven't got that forceful drive."

He had become a passive recipient of oralism.

While Wanda is not to be held to task entirely for having twisted the boy's sexual outlook, she surely does deserve much of the blame for having altered what could have been a normal development.

PSYCHOSEXUAL SUMMATION: Wanda may be considered a pedophiliac. That is, she has a sexual obsession for youth as a means of obscuring her own feeling of lost youth. When she orally services a boy, she drinks at the fountain of youth and replenishes herself. As for the boy being serviced, at his tender age he is still innocent enough to know the true values of physiological-emotional sex. He is concerned solely with release of his sexual tensions-whether it be by oralism, masturbation or even homosexuality.

This makes him a vulnerable victim for the debauched older woman who twists his sexual attitudes while cruelly twisting her own!