Chapter 2
ENGLAND
Veronica.
"I bet you didn't expect to hear from me. As you can see by the stamp on the envelope we three ladies of leisure are in England. Since Jane and Slone are writing about their adventures at the moment, too, I don't know whose letter you will open first. At any rate I can tell you that all of us had our first teenaged boys. Jane and Slone have already told me about how they made out but I'll leave it up to them to tell you the good news.
"We arrived in London a week ago and spent most of the time sightseeing. After all, none of us are so oversexed that we wanted to grab the first cute kid in pants. Let me tell you that these English boys aren't as cold and distant as they're supposed to be. I found it surprisingly easy to induce a boy of 14 to have sex relations. Yes, that's how old he is ... fourteen. I've outpointed my husband's lover by four years. I'm almost tempted to send him this letter instead of mailing it to you just to tease him but he'd only use it against me to prove that I'm a lady sex fiend who doesn't deserve alimony payments.
"Well, to the meat of the matter. The three of us agreed to go our separate ways for this first boy hunt and compare notes later on. I put on my tightest fitting set of slacks, a sweater, loafers and nothing else except for a small purse with some money in it to pay off the lucky lad.
"I took a bus to the center of London and walked around the theatre district. Other women were strolling along by themselves and I realized that they were prostitutes. This became more obvious to me when I saw men pick them up and hurry off to hotels. One fat, bald-headed gent of sixty or so tired to pick me up because he assumed I was selling my ass. 'A pound?' he asked.
"Naturally it took me a moment before I understood that he was trying to fix my price. A pound in England is now worth about two and a half bucks. Let me tell you I was insulted! Was that all the old goat thought I was worth? When I walked by him he raised his offer by another pound. I didn't bother to answer and he just shrugged his shoulders and turned to a hooker next to me. 'A pound?' he asked.
"Without a word this girl, who was no more than twenty, slipped her hand in his and off they went to the nearest hotel. How damned easy it is for men, no matter how old, to find sex on the street by simply paying for it.
"I thought it amusing being taken for a prostitute and rolled my rear end a little more as I walked. A boy in his late teens with a face full of pimples blushed when he tried to pick me up. I pegged him for a virgin out to discover his manhood in the bed of a prostitute. It would have been so easy for me to lead the boy on and get him to fornicate me but I decided against it. I wanted a younger, prettier lad for my first experience.
"I kept walking until I was sure I was out of the district where hookers plied their trade. Even so men and boys kept glancing in my direction. Some of the boys were very young ... thirteen, fourteen and fifteen. I knew that they desired me but considered themselves much to young to express themselves to a woman of thirty. Then I saw this one cute boy with sandy hair, blue eyes and dimples gazing at me with a sexy expression on his baby-face. He was standing outside a movie house and just watching the girls go by. I could see that he was alone so I edged over to him pretending that I was interested in looking at the still pictures advertising the movie inside. I felt the boy turn and run his eyes up and down my body. Boys in their teens had always looked at me in this fashion but this was the first time I ever expected to respond to the interest. Blood pounded in my temples and my breath became short. I had been planning for this for so long and now it was going to happen. I wondered if I could really go through with it and seduce a young lad.
"'Is the movie any good?' I heard myself asking.
"The boy seemed stunned by this first overture but he regained him composure soon enough. 'Oh, yes,' he answered. 'I've just seen it."
"'And you're on your way home?'
"He seemed confused by my interest and said he expected to hang around downtown London first before walking home because his mother was still at work and he had to wait for her to unlock the door.
"It turned out that Henry (that's his name) lived in one of the poorer districts of London with his mother and three other brothers. His father had deserted the family years before which made me feel I had something in common with him; both of us had been rejected by the men in our lives who were supposed to provide protection.
"Henry warmed to me when he realized I was interested in him. (He didn't know by how much.) He chatted away and wanted me to tell him about America. He seemed to think the place was full of cowboys and Indians. Since he still had an hour to kill before walking home I decided to make it the happiest hour of his young life.
"My most immediate problem was to take the lad someplace where we could be alone. I thought of taking him back to the hotel but I was afraid of alerting the house detective. The last thing I wanted was to be arrested on my first time out on a sex rap. If an adult male can be arrested for seducing minor girls I was certain that this same law had to apply to women who have relations with boys.
"I saw an abandoned building near a park which was destined to be torn down according to Henry and I told him that I'd like to see the place. The boy tagged along after me like a lost puppy. I could see that not many people showed him affection or even attention so he lapped mine up. This was an adventure for him, showing an American lady the sights of London.
"We went inside the building which smelled of dust. An old drunk was snoring in a comer of one of the rooms. Luckily he was the only other person in the place. Henry wanted to leave but I led him on into an empty room which looked fairly clean. It was windowless so no one would catch me in the act. If someone else entered the building I would have enough time to get my clothes back on because the room was at the end of a long passageway.
"All the walls were filled with obscene diagrams and words. Who ever scribbled them on obviously had a thing for anal intercourse because women were shown bending over while huge penises were being thrust into their rears. Henry blushed when he saw them but his innocent blue eyes kept traveling back to the pornography on the walls. 'This ain't no place for a lady,' he told me.
"'Who says I'm a lady?' I answered responding to the opening. To make my point clearer I cupped my hand over his crotch. I felt his soft penis jump. 'How would you like to make a pound?' I added. I suppose I picked this price because that seemed to be the going rate for sex on the streets of London.
"Poor Henry! He didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected the blonde American 'lady' to be so forward. Still, he didn't step away from my hand and he allowed me to grasp his crotch a little harder. I could feel his young sex organ swell quickly. Everything was happening with such delightful ease. I could see that the fourteen year old wasn't going to scream for the cops and he trembled with excitement. 'Don't be so nervous, Henry,' I soothed. 'Haven't you ever had sex before?'
"He cleared his throat a few times before he spoke. 'N ... no ... No, not at all ... '
"'There has to be a first time,' I told him. 'You do want to earn a pound, don't you?'
"With this twin offer of sex and money suddenly thrust at the young lad he didn't push my hand away when I opened his trousers and pulled out his erected penis. I was surprised at how large it was. He was built almost like an adult male. For all I knew his penis was of normal size for his age since this was the first lad I had ever touched so intimately.
"Henry was caught up in the sexual excitement and dropped his pants and shorts. He had a cute, smooth behind which felt almost feminine to my touch. I paused to listen for any footsteps in the hall. When I heard nothing but the old drunk snoring I took off my sweater. The boy gasped when he gazed at my naked breasts. 'Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!' he sighed and he put his hands on them. Henry rubbed his thumbs over my red nipples and stared as they stiffened into points. I was giving the lad a lesson in anatomy.
"I stripped off my jeans and stood in front of the boy naked except for my loafers. Henry's hands roamed my flesh and the poor thing trembled with passion. I helped him out of the best of his clothes and discovered that he had a smooth, beautiful body beneath his drab garments. There was a small patch of pubic hair over his penis which was slightly darker than the hair on his head. I arranged our clothes on the floor to form a makeshift cot.
"Henry kept running his eyes and hands all over my body and, obviously taking his cue from the drawings on the walls, shoved his sex organ between my butt halves when I bent over. Now I don't mind anal intercourse but I wanted to do this first boy the regular way. 'I'll show you how to do it, pet,' I said and stretched out over our clothes.
I reached out my arms and told him to come down on top of me.
"The teenager still shook as he placed his naked flesh on mine. He was so very nervous. I grasped his throbbing organ and guided it to my cleft. Then I slipped my hands over his soft rear and pushed his body down. The boy's hard rod filled me completely with one stroke. 'Ohhhh! OHHHHHH!' he cried aloud.
"'Easy,' I told him. 'We want to be alone. Move up and down ... in and out. That's all there is to sex."
"Once the lad got the hang of it he pumped like a man. He breathed hotly into my ear and kept grunting with sheer joy. My nipples dug into his hairless chest and he seemed surprisingly light. He was about half my ex-husband's weight so it took me a few moments to get used to his mild pressure.
"'Something ... something ... ,' the young lad gasped and his fornicating movements became clumsy.
"The dear! He was about to have his first orgasm in a woman's body. He was so new at the game of sex that he couldn't understand what was happening to him. I pressed my hands over his cute behind again and whispered: 'Let it go. Don't hold back."
"The fourteen year old English boy climaxed. His fluid spurted out into my body in a strong, virile flood. His virginity. I was taking the lad's sweet virtue. I embraced the boy and pressed my lips on his. We held this kiss while his sperm shot and shot.
"Down in the hall the old drunk muttered and I heard a bottle smash. He was getting up! I hated to break sexual contact but it had to be done. I urged Henry to get off my body just after he finished his orgasm and pulled on my slacks. The boy tried to hurry into his clothes but the child was still so aroused that he was awkward. Footsteps kept coming closer and I heard the drunk muttering louder and louder. I was fully dressed but Henry was pushing his shirt into his trousers when this ugly old man stumbled into the room. 'Wot's up ear'?' he demanded gazing at the two of us with red eyes.
"Caught in the act! Well, not exactly in the act but the creaking old drunk threw a scare into me. I said something about buying the property the building was standing on and hurried out of the room. Henry kept fixing his clothes as we rushed down the hallway and I could feel those red eyes burning into the back of my neck. I was sure that the man was adding two and two and coming up with a sexy sum.
"I took the boy to a nearby soda fountain (sweet shop, they call it in England) and ordered a couple of dishes of ice cream. I felt we needed something to cool us off. Henry kept gazing at me longingly as he ate still not quite believing what had happened to him. He looked like such an angel with those big blue eyes and those dimples. Although I had technically made him a man he still looked like a virgin boy.
"'It's time you went home to mother,' I tolu him. 'She must be worried."
"The lad seemed stricken that I was about to end our relationship 'You're leaving me?' he asked in a timid, pleading voice.
"Tears actually sprang to my eyes. He made it sound as if I were deserting him. I could have softened the blow by promising to meet him again tomorrow but I wasn't cruel enough to lift his hopes only to have them dashed. Then I remembered the money I had promised him for services rended. When I slipped the pound note into his boyish hand he didn't seemed thrilled. What he really wanted was another bout on the floor.
"I hurried out of the sweet shop and hailed a cab before the boy could follow me. When I looked back over my shoulder as the car drove away I saw him standing near the curb looking like a waif out of Oliver Twist. Guilt ran through me like a bunch of red-hot needles. I had actually seduced a young boy! When the cab turned a corner and I couldn't see Henry anymore my guilt vanished, too. Yes, I had seduced a boy and had used my ex-husband's alimony money to do it. For the first time in years I had struck back at him for all those young girls he had had throughout our marriage. Now it was my turn to fool around with tender meat.
"Well, there is is ... my first affair with a teenaged boy. I hope the hell this will be published some day so that the world can see that mature women should buy young boys the same way men buy young girls. As that song goes ... things they are a' changing."
Slone.
"Greetings from England. I'm writing this letter in the same room with Veronica and Jane. We all seemed to have had a very busy evening. The other two girls (if I could use that term on women past the age of thirty) will tell you there stories about their adventures with young Limey boys so I'll not give away their secrets despite my love of gossip.
"I was a bit overdressed for teenaged boy chasing because I could hardly picture myself hanging around a comer wearing a basic black evening dress. Instead of going back to the hotel to change I decided to try my luck anyhow.
"As an old hand at crashing parties I knew where some were being held in London so I crashed one that had several very young males in attendance. I simply slipped passed the doorman with a group of people in evening clothes so no one dared to question me. Everyone thought someone else had extended me an invitation.
"The party took place in one of the more fashionable sections of London. There seemed to be no special occasion for it so I just assumed that the people who attended were in the class where parties were the order of the day and no reason was needed to give one. I circulated around with a drink in my hand picking out the number of boys who were in the age group I wanted. There was a fat, pimply lad of about fifteen with glasses who seemed to be as sexy as left-over oatmeal. Another boy was seventeen or so who had a slight limp ... in his wrist. To put it quite bluntly the kid was queer. I thought how interesting it would be for me to introduce him to heterosexual behavior and probably change his whole life but my eyes then fell upon a tall, slim, attractive boy who had certain sophistication about him despite his age. He gazed at the party without expression and I knew that he was bored by it all. I couldn't blame him because it was a stuffy affair with few people to distract him.
"I slipped next to his side and felt his eyes taking me in. I suppose the reason I had worn my basic black in the first place was that it was my most flattering dress and it made me appear slimmer and taller. I turned around and caught the lad's glance. He smiled at me. 'Are you with the Tollivers?' he asked.
"Whoever the Tollivers were I didn't know but I nodded my answer hoping that it would be enough. He seemed to accept it and I introduced myself. My accent made his face brighten. 'An American? How nice! I spent a summer there once,' he said.
"This gave us a conversational point and we talked about the former colony for a few minutes. I also found out that his name was Roger and he was sixteen. Sixteen. How does that age grab you? A few more not-to-subtle questions on my part brought out the fact that he was at the party only because his parents forced him to come with them. They were socially prominent so they couldn't afford to miss certain social duties and this was one of them. Roger's father, by the by, happened to be a real, live millionaire! I was tempted to drop the boy and aim my attentions at the old man until he pointed him out to me. Roger's father looked like a bad job of embalming. His mother was an improvement; she looked like a good job of embalming. It was hard to believe that such an unattractive pair of parents could have given rise to such an attractive son.
"After I finished my drink I had another and Roger followed me about the crowded room. I knew that he was interested in me because I, clever bitch, kept dropping sexual bon mots. I wanted to give the lad, if he had any maturity at all, the idea that I was a woman who was ready for anything. When I had the second drink in me I gathered up the nerve to suggest a more thorough examination of the town house. Roger readily agreed to be my guide. 'The Remingtons don't like their guests to wander about but I don't think they'll mind,' he informed me. The Remingtons, in this case, happened to be the ones who owned the joint.
"The sixteen year old lad seemed to know his way around the house and I gave him a slight jab with my elbow and said: 'I'll bet you've taken some girls you found at other parties to the bedrooms here?' (How is that for subtlety?)
"He smiled most charmingly and answered: I must confess that I have given that matter a great deal of thought but, unfortunately, I've yet to put my thoughts into practice."
"As formal as his statement reads on paper the lad did put a sexy undertone in it which told me that he was primed for a bolder advance from me. When we came upon a small, neat bedroom which was used by a sleep-in servant now hustling drinks, I shoved my hips against the lad and looked him squarely in the eyes. Since I didn't have all the time in the world I came directly to the point: 'Why waste the opportunity?' I told him.
"As sophisticated as the boy was he couldn't quite believe that a woman of forty would actually want a boy of sixteen to make love to her. 'Opportunity?' he repeated as if biding for time in which to think.
"The small room was very quiet. It was located in one of the upper floors so that the party sounds didn't even reach our ears. I underlined my desires by closing the door. 'In America,' I told him, 'mature men chase young girls all the time. The new rage is for mature women to chase young boys. Is it the same in England?'
"Roger smiled weakly and sat down on the bed as if he had just been hit with a severe blow to the stomach. He recovered and looked at me again. 'Do you really mean...? The two of us...? Right here and now...? ' he said in a voice heavy with hope and lust.
"For an answer I stepped out of my high heeled shoes. Roger still couldn't believe what he was seeing and waited until I asked him to pull down the zipper of my dress. There was always that chance, of course, that he would reject me out of fear, inexperience or a simple lack of interest in me as a woman. Then I felt my zipper coming down. He was willing.
"I took off my dress and Roger began to strip. When I undid the tops of my stockings from the garter belt he paused to stare. A leg man, I assumed. When I took the stockings off he continued to undress until he was naked.
"I don't use the word 'beautiful' often in describing males but this term fitted the sixteen year old lad perfectly. He had a well-muscled body that looked as if it had been sculptured out of marble. Roger's sex organ was in a state of arousal and he touched it nervously with his hand as he stared at my nakedness. 'Ever do it before?' I asked.
"Twice,' he answered. 'My parents fired the maid when they found us together though."
"I had felt all along that Roger wasn't exactly inexperienced. Somehow I was glad that I wasn't going to be the first. In this way I could never be accused of destroying his virtue.
"The bed was narrow since it was only made for one person. We resolved this problem by going into it in layers; I on the bottom and the lad on top. He didn't waste anytime and thrust into me right away. Roger moved well and with power. My nipples grew into points and dug against his chest.
"Roger swallowed hard as he engaged in the sexual act. His whole body seemed alive with excitement. I caressed his back with my hands and kissed his neck as he kept thrusting. In all my married years I had not so much as kissed another man and now I was having intercourse with a teenaged boy. Even after the divorce I had not had relations until this moment. The lad made me realized how I had neglected my most basic needs. His pumping sex organ deep inside my flesh reminded me that I was a woman and an attractive one at that.
""Oh, darling!' the boy whispered aloud and his movements suddenly slowed.
"Roger's spurting male fluid flowed into my body. I embraced him and ran the tip of my tongue in and out of his ear. His orgasm kept flowing strongly and he pumped up and down a few more times in a spasm of lust. We held onto one another in silence and I felt his male member grow softer and smaller. Roger lifted his head and gazed down at me with liquid eyes. 'It's been so long,' he said.
"'So long? You're only sixteen."
"The last time was seven months ago when I was fifteen and that's a long time for me."
"'How old was this maid?'
"'About your age, thirty."
"His compliment pleased me as much as his pumping maleness had. He had taken ten years off my actual age. I always knew that cocktail dress did something for me. As for this maid I could see that it wasn't all that unusual in England for mature women and young boys to get together. So far I had the idea that my quest for virile studs in their teens was unique. There was no telling just how many other women there were prowling around after youthful meat.
"Roger placed his hands on my breasts and moved them around. He bent low and sucked on one of my nipples. I stroked his hair and noticed a mirror against one of the walls. I could catch our naked reflections in it and I wondered about the servant who would position the mirror in such a fashion over his bed. I could easily see the boy's entire body; his long and hairless legs, his beautifully cut torso, and his face against my breast. It was hard for me to realize that this lad was old enough to be my son because we seemed to fit so perfectly together as lovers.
"As time had been the element that had made me be so forward in the first place it also made me break our physical contact. I was, after all, in a strange house with a strange boy I had picked up only moments before. If this wasn't bad enough I was also a party-crasher.
"I told the lad that all good things must come to an end and took his head off my nipple. I put on my clothes and Roger dressed quickly knowing as well as I that the son of a social lion could not afford to be caught in bed with a middle-aged American lady.
"When we returned to the party no one seemed to have missed us. Several more people had come so the town house was fairly jammed. With the goal of my visit over I decided to enjoy myself and got a little loaded. Roger followed me about like a shadow and I could see that people were beginning to notice the Odd Couple with raised eyebrows. I decided to call it a night and walked outside. Roger, of course, followed. 'Shall I take you home?' he asked with an undertone that meant we could have another bed to flop into.
"'No, Roger,' I said. 'My husband wouldn't like it.' " 'I could always introduce him to my sister,' he smiled. 'She's my twin."
"Now that makes for a campy picture: a beautiful set of twins in the sack with a pair of middle-aged Americans. 'Don't bother,' I said. 'My husband likes his girls younger."
"Roger kept following me asking for another date. I then remembered that the lad had a little token of my esteem coming to him so I shoved some money (I still don't know how much) into one of his pockets. The boy was offended. 'Really now!' he gasped. 'Don't cheapen our affair. I don't need money. You Americans think that money is the answer to every question."
The boy didn't follow me after that and this made me a little sad. I had cheapened our roll in the hay with a gift of money but this had been my intention. I wanted to buy the lad even though he didn't need my money. In this way I had exercised some power over him just as my husband had over his young female friends. The money that I gave Roger came directly out of my alimony so, if effect, my husband paid for my young lover.
"I suppose, right now, Roger is cursing me for my crassness. This is a pity, really, because I would've continued our relationship if it wasn't for the fact that I'm on this world-wide cruise for other young males. You'll be hearing about them soon enough."
Jane.
"Veronica and Slone told me about their first boys and I feel like a slob in comparison. To begin with my boy was rather lumpish and ungainly. I met him in a park and he was popping peanuts in his mouth while sitting on a bench. It was a very close to sundown and the park was empty except for the two of us. Since I left the hotel I just been wandering around wondering just how a woman of thirty-five goes about having sex relations with a teenaged boy.
"I suppose the only reason I went to the park in the first place was hoping that a teenaged boy would rape me and then this would be my first affair with a lad. But the park was empty save for that boy with the peanuts. He finished one bag and then, at last, took notice of the woman seated directly across the lane from him. I wouldn't say that he was a sex fiend exactly because he just looked at me blankly and then opened a second bag of peanuts. He reminded me of those male wallflowers I used to see at dances when I was a girl. The boy was short, stocky and bland looking. By his clothes I'd put him in the middle-income bracket.
"It was getting darker and the boy was running out of peanuts so I knew I had to make my move especially since the lad showed no interest in doing it for me. I walked across the lane and sat next to him. This move so stunned the boy that he stopped eating. 'Would you like to earn a pound?' I said coming, I suppose, right into the heart of the matter.
"'A pound?' he said. 'What for?'
"Well, I certainly was out on a limb now. What else could I say? 'For love,' I answered.
"He cleared his throat and coughed up a peanut. 'You want to pay meV he asked probably thinking I was a prostitute and he had misunderstood.
"I then made up a story about being a nymphomanica with a passion for boys who needed to have love at least once a day or go insane. He still looked at me blankly. Just to get him to respond to something I asked him his name. Let me now introduce you to the lad: Michael, age fifteen.
"Night fell upon us as he bolted down the last peanut. The park was lit up except for a lamp post here and there along the lane. It was a perfect place for sex if you weren't too fussy and, at that moment, I just wanted to get the damned thing over with. I didn't like the short, chunky eater of peanuts but he was fifteen and male and that's all that counted.
"'Let's go and do it in the bushes,' I said with brisk directness.
"The boy walked into the bushes and stood awkwardly in front of me. I took his hand and placed it against my cleft. 'See, it don't bite,' I told him.
"Michael curled one of his fingers inside my opening and I could see that I had finally gotten to him. I felt around for his zipper and pulled it down. He was wearing jockey shorts and I scooped his erect thing out of the fly. Michael showed more manhood and virility here than he had shown me thus far. This lad was, to use a phrase, well-endowed.
"The ground was soft and somewhat muddy so I leaned against the nearest tree. I kicked my panties off so that I could have the freedom of my legs. As I held my skirt up the boy undid his belt and brought his pants and shorts down to his ankles but without stepping out of them. In the darkness he groped for my sexual opening until he found it. He shoved one of his fingers in as if assuring himself that I had enough depth to accept his upraised part. Then he came in close and pushed his engorged maleness in between my legs.
"Michael made just one, swift movement and he was all the way inside my body. He was shorter than I was and I could see the top of his head as he rutted away. I felt as if I were being attacked by a bull. Instead of holding my body for support he held the tree. The boy grunted with each stroke and he seemed to be holding back his release. I had taken him for a virgin but now I began to wonder.
"The fifteen year old boy moved back and savagely and I found myself getting excited despite my previous coldness towards him. I spread my legs further apart and the bark of the tree scratched my bare can as the youngster continued rutting. He grunted aloud and paused. His climax came and I almost jumped up to the nearest branch of the tree because of the virility of it. Perhaps all those peanuts built up his sexuality.
"Was that all right, miss?' he asked.
"That was the most marvelous sex I've had in weeks,' I told him. 'You've certainly earned your money."
"I dropped my skirt as soon as he pulled out of me and stuck my panties in my handbag when I opened it. Don't ask me why I didn't put it on. I'm sure it has all kinds of symbolic meanings. I gave the boy his money and he looked at it in the dark with his pants and shorts still gathered at his feet.
"I decided to take this opportunity to run since the boy was in a somewhat indelicate position and skipped quickly into the lane and towards the entrance to the park. Just as I was about to leave three boys in their teens whistled at me and I shouted back over my shoulders: Too late, lads, I've had my supply for today."
"The boys looked at me dumbly as I hurried towards the underground (subway) and caught the train that led back to this hotel. As you can see my first affair wasn't romantic or even very memorable. All I had was a 'quickie' in the park standing against a tree. Still, I'll have to admit, it was exciting while it lasted. I hope my next affair will be something to write home about."