Chapter 9

THE SOCIAL WORKER AND HER GHETTO BOYS

In a large major city, in the midst of sprawling, seething and fetid ghetto district, a private social service agency sends out men and women to offer a variety of help to the distressed, indigent and the poverty stricken.

In one particular city, a spinsterish social worker, by name of Minna R., has discovered that she can sexually enslave a poverty stricken ghetto boy if he expects to be given extra food rations and other privileges upon the recommendation of the social service case worker.

Minna R., tells about herself:

"I've had a few disappointing love and sex affairs; maybe I've remained a spinster because I was always too fussy. There were some men IVe gone with who could show me a good sex party. They did the book. Some liked to (analism) and others just wanted to (cunnilingus) and work their mouths on me.

"Then some of the other men would like it if we'd do it together. You know, you use your mouth on me while I use my mouth on you. That was nice, too.

"But the men I liked well enough to want to marry weren't such sexpots. It's often that way. They're rough and cruel but can make you feel great in bed. Or they're so nice and polite and treat you lice a sister! Phooey! Who wants that? I want some real loving up!!"

Minna R., went from one man to the other but never managed to connect with any particular man. Rather, she lost herself in her work as a social worker for a very large private agency that specializes in helping the poverty-stricken in the ghetto regions.

"I saw so much abuse, so many abortions, so many illegitimates; honestly, it turned me sour on the whole idea of marriage.

"But not for sex. I was and still am good and hot. I like it any way the guy likes it. But now that I'm 38, and let's face it, not as desirable as an 18 year old girl with big boobs and a hot bottom. I don't get many dates. But I still feel tingly and hot and I want to feel a man's 'thing' all the way."

It was this brooding frustration that made Minna look to some of the available ghetto boys. They were all-physical and would satisfy her all-physical cravings.

From other social workers (the males), Minna learned that the indigent and impoverished would submit to sexual advances in exchange for extra allotments or provisions. One of the men boasted, 'There's this cute little girl, hardly more than fourteen or fifteen. What a big pair she's got on top. And wow, is she hot! You just touch her down there and she's ready to climb walls. Well sir, I sort of hinted that if she would be extra-nice to me when her Mommy was away, I'd mark down that she get a special bonus.

"She sure leaped on to that plan. Said she'd do anything and she did. What a real workout. She did the book. She knew the score. Used her mouth and let me do whatever I wanted. I gave her a real big bonus-in more ways than one."

Hearing such boasts, Minna became aroused. Here was a good opportunity for her to have her kicks. She should have thought of it before. Going into the poverty belt had always been depressing that it was all she could do to think of her safety. She had seen the bloated men and women, the drunks, the filthy hovels. But she had not taken the time to see the young boys.

These were the untouched boys, the ones who were not yet inhibited by the rigors of civilization. These were the boys who knew only fleshly and physical desires and these would be her sex partners.

Minna R. made her plans carefully. She had been assigned a district that was over-populated by migrant workers. Many were from the Latin American countries as well as from the bordering Mexico. Here, she had seen some of the cute, fresh-faced Mexican boys with their dark, sensual eyes, their precocious bodies, their obvious awareness of their erotic power.

There had been occasions when she saw a few of the boys down to their briefs, splashing innocently under the spray of a fire hydrant.

The boys' were innocently happy, unaware that the soaking water drenched their tattered underwear, showing their male genitalia in nude exposure.

But Minna felt a pang of longing to see that some of the boys were so developed, they rivalled that of grown men. Now she was going to have one of them. She looked through her case book of files and selected the home of a Mexican-American family with just one boy, Ramos.

RAMOS R. AGE: IS. UNRESTRAINED SEXUAL DESIRES.

Ramos was in the shabby hallway, clad only in a pair of worn out khakis and a T-shirt. Otherwise, he was nude. He had thick black hair, an aquiline nose, a smooth chin. He also had broad shoulders, a plumpish baby-fat physique that added to his lewd charm. When he smiled, his scowling face usually showed even white teeth. Most of the time, he was brooding.

As Minna came up the staircase, she deliberately shook her hips and upper torso. Beneath her silk print dress, she was absolutely naked. She had a firm pair of breasts that held up as if suspended on resilient strings. The feel of her nakedness made her aroused and vibrant.

"Ramos!" she was familiar with the boy. She bent down, deliberately let the innocent lad see her cleavage. She arched her shoulders so that her nipples punched against the bodice. The sharp nuggets almost burst free. "Are you alone? You should be out, looking for work. We can't help you if you don't make an effort to support yourself."

Ramos' olive-dark eyes opened wide and his pink tongue darted out over his pursed soft lips. "I know, I know," his voice was hoarse as he kept staring at the twin juggling breasts. It was plain that the boy was aroused. "But I no feel Ike it."

He got up. All the while, he kept scratching at the thick bulge of his crotch. He sucked in his breath and sent a wave of budding manly muscularity spreading through his upper body.

"Then I'll have to mark down that you just refuse to cooperate."

He looked scared as he followed her into the apartment.

"B-but ... I no feel like it ... I no Ike to wash dishes or clean floors," he was whining. "Please, lady, you mark down that and we no get clothes. My madre and sisters, they out, in street, look for work." He kept wiping his hands on his torn khakis. There was the unmistakable bulge that was beginning to swell.

Minna thought: These hot Latins. Just let a woman come within smelling distance and they're like animals. Bet this boy wants a woman real bad.

Aloud, she said, "A healthy boy Ike you should be out working." She glanced around at the familiar scenes of poverty; broken furniture, shabby bed clothing, the unpleasant odour of decaying food. A cat scurried around. It was common to see cats around. In this rat-infested neighborhood, it was a necessity to have cats. The dank odour and the shabby poverty closed in on Minna. The outside world was shut from thought, view and body.

"I look for work ... soooon...." He was encircling her. He caught the sexual scent. "You nice lady. You know how a boy like to be lazy." With a flashing smile, he put his hand on her arm. All the while he kept mentally denuding her.

"Now, now, Ramos, we must not be personal." She felt warm in the close confines. "Aren't you hot here?"

"I very hot, lady." With that, he took his T-shirt off, flexed his muscles. All the while, he just kept standing there and regarding her intimately. "You want me to fool around?"

It was more than Minna could scarcely hope for. Why, that little stud was wise! He must have put out for women, and probably some queers, too. She saw the way he was fumbling with his belt. This was just too much!

"Now, Ramos, you should remember to be polite. You should respect other people."

He did not understand English too well. "Oh, I be nice." He was aggressive. Not like the civilized boys who were trained with some outdated prudishness about the inviolate condition of women. This had always been a sexual problem. But not with Ramos. He was like a young primitive savage.

When Minna was on a threadbare and broken couch, the boy came right to the matter at hand.

"You nice lady. You want me to be nice? Then I...." He used a native dialect that sounded lascivious. His tongue kept darting out over his pink lips. "I make you happy."

"Ramos, please ... ohhhhh ... what are you...? Don't put your hand under my dress...." But even as she pretended to interfere, she was being pushed back against the couch. Warm, grubby fingers went up her naked knee. Then the two fingers touched her vitals. "OooooOOOO," she kept wiggling as the most delightful pleasure seeped through her engorged loins. "Ramos, please...."

Now, the boy's face was twisted into a dark scowl. He looked cruel; as cruel as the ancient Incas might have been with their slave women.

"Is what you like, lady. Is gonna make you feel nice. Here ... you touch ... play with it ... He took her hand and guided it to his crotch. The torn buttons were open. Minna reached within and gripped the enormous fleshly column, she gave a start.

Ramos grinned as he now pushed her down on the couch. Some clouds of dust and fetid odours were sensed.

"You like? You wannta take in mouth? You wanna take down here...." With a jolt, his hand went beneath her swelling buttocks, pried apart the fleshyly globes. His fingers penetrated.

Minna suppressed a scream. "Don't you ... oh please...." She became horror-sticken. This boy was like a young mule. She glanced down to see that he was sliding his torn khakis down. He had torn underwear. All were discarded. The enormity that now appeared was enough to frighten even a nymphet. "Ramos! What is that...? Oh, you're like...."

He was pulling her dress upward. At the sight of her naked fleshly charms, he became a young savage. His muscles bulged. When he moved his mature hips, the enormous column of his maleness glistened with burnished bronzed power.

"I make you feel good, lady. You no put down bad report."

"Please, Ramos, someone will ... ooo," her protests were drowned out as she felt his hot boy's mouth on her exposed nipples. "Easy, easy...." She winced when his sharp teeth seized one big rocky nipple and bit down. She felt a knife-like pain as his sharp teeth kept biting with the fury of some sex-starved animal.

"I like this," he gushed as his hot mouth now began to suckle noisily on her big globes. He cupped one breast in his grubby, dirty hands, squeezed so that constricting pain tore through the woman's mound. "I gonna make good fun," he garbled up and then burst forth in his native dialect.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts," she kept moaning, as the boy's hot mouth and sharp teeth scraped each nipple, while his hands strolled down and searched out the hidden rocks and crevices of her soft and supple body. "It hurts," she moaned but she knew that this was going to be sheer ecstasy.

"I gonna be good," he kept drooling. Now his hands strode down and he yanked apart her resisting limbs. He gazed at her very core. "You good woman."

He was even more excited than Minna.

He, like many other foreigners, had been made to regard American women as speicai prizes. They were untouchable and highly desirable. To be able to have an American woman was like conquering the summit of a mountain.

Now Ramos would fulfill his dream.

Minna reached down to envelope the boy's enormous power. She had to exclaim volubly, "You're so big for a boy of your age!" But secretly, she was thrilled at possessing such hot, flaming youth. She rubbed his rigid steel-like column, and when her palm cupped his thick pouch, a reaction was sent off between the two of them. "You are so big ... "

He made gutteral sounds now as his hands explored her supple body. His fingers gripped her nipples with clamp-like cruelty so that she had to half-scream out, "You're hurting me!"

"I make nice," he soothed, but the boy was still in the savage state. Untouched by the rigours and guilt of civilization, he knew only that he had a throbbing erection and a pounding desire to penetrate this older woman and then begin the series of rhythmic insertions that would send a stream of shimmering pleasure through his loins. "I make big nice," he said.

Minna felt the first part of the penetration. She reared back as the wedge of power (the glans corona of the male organ or the extreme bulbous tip) and then a shock of nerve-splitting pain tore into her woman tissues.

"Oh please, you're hurting me ... you're hurting me...."

She tried to push him off, suddenly realizing that she could not take this phenomenal power, but the boy was seized with the most diabolical sexual craving.

Minna should have been mature enough to know that when a lad of about 15 or 16, especially one from a primitive and all-physical region such as Latin and South America, is given a chance to violate a woman, he becomes like a supercharged animal.

But now it was too late!

There was a sharp pain and the boy garbled some lewd words learned on the streets of his shabby South American neighborhood.

"Oh, I gonna make you good," he was thrilled as his young body tensed. "Now ... you ... oooohhhh, ahhh ... haaa ... ahhh...."

Minna felt the huge wedge as it jammed itself deep within her inner recesses. "You're hurting me!" she tried to fight him off but he was seized with such an animalistic rage, there was no turning back. "Stop it, please ... oh...." Sobbing tears ran down her face.

Her breasts were twisted and mauled. The boy was unlearned in the psychogenesis of female arousal. He was crude to the point where he was concerned totally with his own physical release. He was unaware that the female responses are more emotional and slower in stimuli. All he cared about was that hot feeling and the pinpricking stabs in his vitals.

Minna had to bite down on her lips to keep from screaming. "I'm being split asunder," she thought wildly. Sweat poured down betwixt her voluptuous breasts, now sporting black and blue marks. "Ohhh, that damn mule ... he's like a mule!"

"Oh baby, oh, baby," and then the dark-haired boy's smooth body became as stiff as a board. He gurgled a Spanish cry and the brutal onslaught stopped. Then the peak was reached.

A steady hot stream of naked lust now became lava balm.

Over and over the rhythmic contractions invaded Minna as she felt her own climax erupting. This was good. Oh, so very good.

She had never thought she could become stimulated by such forcible rape. But it had turned her on like nothing else.

"Oh, Ramos, oh," she ran her sweaty hands over the glistening sheen of his strong boy's back. She fondled his buttocks, then her fingertips caressed the back of his dual-endowed scrotum, making him wince. She stroked the backs of his naked thighs as well as his smooth buttock cheeks. "You are good, Ramos. Very good to me."

He was as exhausted as if he had finished a marathon race. Shaking his head, sucking his breath, he extricated himself. He was crude. There was no afterglow. No emotional rapport. This crude donkey-and he was certainly built like a donkey-just pulled himself up and his semi-flaccid power now swung lewdly before him.

"You gimme more money, lady? You gimme cards?" He stood there, naked and bronzed, each breath sending a wave of sinews through his powerful frame. In another age, he would have been the eunuch favorite of some warped Mayan or Aztec leader. That magnificent "burro" power would have cruelly been sliced off, rendering him helpless and a sodomitic treasure. But now, he was like a powerful donkey and all he knew were fleshyly pursuits. "You gimme cards?"

The lancing pain shot through Minna's groin; die felt some minor flush of embarrassment at the way her bruised breasts joggled while she slipped into her dress.

The boy just glanced at her idly.

"Yes, I'll give you the cards," she said dourly, referring to the special cards that the social service agency gave to the indigent so that they could trade them in for coveted foods and material belongings. Some even sold the cards for money. "I'll give them to you."

"You come again." Naked, without abashment, he stood in the doorway. He was like a male whore-and the most punishing part of it was that he had absolutely no feelings. "You come again, I give you these ... He grabbed his pendulous organ, fondled it and held it out.

With a muffled and choked exclamation, Minna said something and ran out of the building.

She felt cheapened, herself. She had had to resort to this, to actually pay off a stud like that Ramos, in order to have sexual gratification.

"But oh, he was such a man!" she gloried to think of it.

There were other situations with Ramos and other available boys. As always, Minna preferred the very young ones because they would make her feel like a woman. They would be absolutely indifferent to her advancing age. At the same time, she derived a secret titillation at being able to snare so many young boys. It inflated her twisted ego and made her feel sexually attractive.

Minna is just one of many such women who take advantage of their influence to compel boys into gratifying their sexual deviations.