Chapter 4
Little Boy Blew
"Looking back now, the orphanage wasn't really such a bad place. Sure, there were times when I got awfully lonesome, especially those last few years when I became the oldest boy and began to wonder why the people who wanted to adopt kids always picked the babies-like maybe I couldn't love them just as much, or might run away. It made me feel so bad, always being turned down, that once I even played sick to get more attention. But I had a lot of friends among the other kids and between my lonely spells we had some good fun together.
"One thing is for sure: It was a whole lot better than living with my mother. I was only five years old when my mother died, but I can still remember how drunk she was every day with all those men who came to the house, and how she used to kick me around, calling me a stinking little bastard. I guess I was just in the way when her friends were there hugging and kissing her and getting sloppy drunk with her. A lot of the time I was hungry for food, but most of the time I was hungry for somebody to love me.
"I guess the best part of living at the orphanage was Carl, the janitor. He became real friendly with me, sort of like a father, and on my tenth birthday he got permission to take me to his house for dinner with his family. Man, was that ever neat. I never felt so good in all my life, eating that home-made food with two helpings of dessert and playing with his oldest girl afterward. Ruthie-I guess she was about twelve years old-even took me into a closet and kissed me on the lips. She wanted to give me something to remember her by, she said. Even Carl's wife gave me a big hug and kiss before I went back to the orphanage.
"I liked it a whole lot when Ruthie and her mother kissed me-I think they were the first kisses I ever had, at least that I could rememher. But when I got back to the orphanage they sure made me feel terrible. I mean, they were so good that I felt extra terrible knowing that I couldn't have more. Funny, but all the rest of that night I ached way down deep, thinking how great it would be to have older girls loving and kissing me every day, not kicking and cussing me like my mother used to do.
"I might as well tell you the whole truth: I had to slip my pajamas off under the covers and play with myself for about an hour before I could get to sleep. I had gotten little hard ons before, but that was the first time in my whole life that I had really jacked off.
"It was the last time at the orphanage, too, because a few days later I was called to the office and introduced to an old man about forty named Charles and his wife about twenty-five named Marianne. The great day that I'd been hoping and praying for had finally come! They not only wanted to adopt a boy but also a ten-year-old to sort of make up for all the years they tried to have a baby of their own and couldn't. What's more, they wanted a curly-headed, fair-skinned blond-and that was me.
"'We'll take him!' Marianne said real happy. 'We'll be only too delighted to have little Billy as our very own, and you can be sure that we'll just love him to pieces!' To show how sincere she was, she pulled me over to her and planted a big, hot kiss right on my mouth. 'Mmmmmmmmm, you're such a precious boy,' she mumbled in my ear.
"'How about it, champ?' Charles said, setting me on his lap and flashing his false teeth at me. 'Wouldn't you like to come home with us? We have a nice big house with lots of room to play. You'll be very happy, I'm sure."
"Actually, the old geezer didn't have to say a word because I'd already made up my mind. It was Marianne's kiss that did it. Her kiss had been really great, ten times greater than Carl's wife and daughter. And already I was getting that same achy feeling, wanting more. The next second I was off Charles' lap and back to where Marianne was sitting, taking her by the arm.
"'I would like to leave here and live with you,' I said to Marianne. 'If you will let me live with you, I promise to be real good and never cause any trouble.' Which was all I needed to say to get myself another big kiss-and a brand-new home.
"Did I say home? What I really meant was mansion, because their place had ten rooms, not counting the servants' quarters. There was a big swimming pool, too, and a tennis court, with a big lawn that stretched for a whole block.
"I'll never forget that first day and night at their place. Of course, Charles and Marianne had to take me on a tour of everything as soon as we got there. Then they showed me my room with all kinds of toys and games in it. After that, Charles had to leave on some important business for a few hours, and Marianne decided that I should have a bath before dinner.
"I naturally figured that she'd let me bathe myself because, after all, I'd been doing it for several years without any help from anyone. But she had other ideas. 'All right, Billy dear,' she said after leading me into the bathroom next to my room, 'I'm going to help you undress and wash because I want to start off being a good mother to you right now.' And the next thing I knew she was on her knees, turning the water on in the tub and peeling off my clothes.
"Wow, was I ever embarrassed! I know I shouldn't have been with me so young and her a grown-up married woman, but it seemed like ages since a woman had seen me naked. Besides that, I could feel that I had a little bit of a hard on from her hugging and kissing me so much all afternoon. She didn't just peck when she kissed me; she held it for awhile and pressed hard, like she really wanted me to enjoy it as she did. Only she didn't realize how much I was enjoying it.
"Then, before I could count ten, Marianne had all my clothes off and was holding me off at arm's length, feasting her eyes on every square inch of me like I was a hundred-dollar bill. 'Oh, my, precious, what a beautiful little body you have!' she cried out. 'And your sweet little penis. I do believe it's getting hard! How marvelous. ... How positively marvelous!' Then she plopped me into the tub and, wearing a big, happy smile, began to soap me up real good, especially down around my rod, which only made it harder.
"But that's all she did-I swear. She didn't play with my hard on or get in the tub with me or anything like that. She acted like most mothers would, I guess, talking to me about other things, humming some happy tunes, then drying me off and laying out some clean clothes for me in my bedroom. When Charles got back, we all had a swell dinner together that was fit for a king. During the conversation, they both kept looking at me proudly and calling me 'son' making me feel greater than I ever had felt in my whole life.
"Man, was I ever happy, knowing that I was no longer an unwanted orphan but a kid with a family that really loved him. I mean, Charles and Marianne went all out to make me feel like one of the family. Especially Marianne. That first night after I'd gone to bed, she even came and got under the covers with me for a little while, hugging and kissing me and telling me about all the fun we were going to have picnicking and traveling. Her kissing gave me another hard on, I remember, but she didn't touch itjust hugged me all the tighter and giggled all the louder.
"And, that's about how it went for the next two years, with Marianne helping me bathe and hopping in bed with me often while old Charles did his best to act like a father by bringing me new toys. Marianne took me on a few picnics like she promised, and both she and Charles took me on a plane trip to Europe the first summer. But I think the most fun I had was the time I spied on them in their bedroom late one night.
"I really didn't mean to spy, it was just that I couldn't sleep and when I got up to get a drink of milk from the kitchen, I passed their bedroom and found their door open a couple of inches. I heard their voices, too, and couldn't resist the temptation to peek in and listen.
"Well, I sure saw and heard a lot, let me tell you. Marianne and Charles were both naked on top of the covers, with him on his back and her sitting beside him trying to jack him off. I say trying because he didn't have a hard on. I guess he just couldn't get a hard on. 'Damn it, Charles!' she was saying as she pumped and wiggled and stretched his limp little dick, 'how am I ever going to get any fucking if this thing won't get big and stiff?'
"'I'm awfully sorry, dear,' Charles moaned sadly. 'I've been taking vitamins until they're coming out my ears, but they just don't seem to be doing any good. I hate to admit it, but I'm afraid that I'm too old for a hard on. If you really need to be fucked tonight, my precious, I'll have to use either my finger or my tongue on you."
"'Oh shit!' she answered, getting kind of mad, 'I guess I'll have to settle for your tongue again! My pussy is so hot that I've got to have something alive and stiff in it or I'll go crazy!' Then she straddled his face with her big, beautiful rear and lowered her hairy pussy smack down on his mouth. 'Okay, Charles, now ram that tongue in deep, deep, deep!' she gasped, grabbing one of her big, cherry-tipped boobs in one hand and reaching down to rub the top part of her pussy with the other. 'Come in, baby, you can do better than that! I need your tongue in me deep, really deep!'
"Wow, what a sight! I couldn't help myself-I was getting so excited watching those two, especially Marianne with her big, delicious-looking tits. I shoved down my pajama bottoms and began to jack off as fast as I could, feeling my dick get as hard as a rock in no time at all.
"'Wait, raise up just a second, dear,' I heard Charles mumble faintly like he was in a tunnel. 'I can do better with my teeth out."
"So Marianne raised her butt up a few inches and Charles spit out his false teeth. The next second she was back down on his face, grinding her pussy on it like she was trying to engulf his whole face in her pussy. 'Ah, yes, that is better!' she groaned. 'Much better ... much better! Only, please, you're not pumping your tongue fast enough! Pump it, daddy, pump it! Fuck me good! I need it! Ohhhhhhhh, how I need it!'
"Then all of a sudden Marianne started puffing like a steam engine and squirming and moaning, making me think that maybe she was suffering terrible pains. I stopped jacking myself off and was about to barge in on them, feeling that I should ask if I could do something to help her. Then she gave a cry of joy and fell off to one side, all relaxed and contented.
"At least I thought she was contented, the way she looked and sounded. Actually, though, she was still a little mad at Charles as he stuffed his false teeth back in his mouth, his face dripping wet from her pussy juice. 'Well, anyway, you made me come,' she said, sprawled out on her back with her eyes closed. 'I'll give you credit for that, even if I did have to masturbate my clit and tits to help it along."
"Poor old Charles. All he could answer was a real sad, 'I'm sorry, dear. Maybe you should get yourself a younger man to fuck you, one who can get a big hard on. Like I've said before, I won't mind so long as you don't let it break up our marriage."
"Gee, that sure is big of Charles, I thought, letting go of my dick and pulling up my pajama bottoms. But Marianne didn't answer him. She just continued to lay there beside him, her eyes closed, deep in thought. Of course, I didn't know then what she was thinking, and it was a good thing, because if I had known, I probably would've been shocked clean out of my wits.
"The next four years with Marianne and Charles were beautiful. They sent me to a military academy, the most exclusive one in the whole city, and during my summer vacations they took me with them to Japan, Switzerland and Argentina where we really lived it up. Marianne wasn't very happy with Charles, I could tell, but she pretended to be, always treating him politely and letting him kiss her on the cheek whenever he wanted to show his love for her.
"The only times Marianne seemed to be really happy was when she and I were alone together. Of course, she had long ago stopped helping me with my bath, saying I was getting much too grown up for that, but she never stopped coming to my bedroom when I was home from the military academy and talking with me for long hours before kissing me goodnight. And her kisses never got any cooler; if anything, they got hotter. And always, as before, she would glance down to see if her kisses still had the same old effect on me-which they did.
"In fact, the effect was ten times stronger because I was much older with a cock at least three times bigger and a mind that was beginning to think of practically nothing but sex. I noticed the girls who were my age, sure, and when I saw one with a real sexy shape I usually got a hard on, thinking of how I'd like to get her alone and screw her. But mainly, I couldn't forget the sight of Marianne and Charles going at it that night in their bedroom. To me, there were no dames in the whole world as sexy-looking as Marianne was when I saw her completely naked, her big, pointed tits sticking straight out and her big, hairy pussy squashed down on Charles' face.
"I told her just that one day when I was about fifteen. 'Marianne,' I said, calling her by her first name because she didn't like me calling her mother for some reason, 'I think you've got the best shape of any woman in the whole world.' She'd been admiring the shape of some movie star and I felt it was a good time to let her know how I felt.
"'Oh, Billy, it's so nice of you to say that,' she answered, giving me a big hug and kiss. 'Really, darling, if you think I have a good figure, that's all that matters to me. You see, you are the most beautiful person in the world so far as I am concerned and so, naturally, I want you to think of me as attractive, too.' She said that like any loving mother would, except that she backed off a little afterward and sort of posed, showing off her curves for my total viewing.
"Then when I reached sixteen, Charles died. He was off on a business trip, attending a big meeting with the other executives of his company. He had a sudden heart attack that finished him off in just a minute or two. I was at school in the academy when the news came, but Marianne took me out and together we flew to the city where it happened and made all of the arrangements to bring Charles' body back home for burial.
"It was a tremendous funeral service they had for Charles because he had a lot of relations and friends. Everyone was real sad, especially Marianne and me because she really thought Charles had been a good husband, despite the great difference in their ages. And I really had grown to think of him as a sort of father, the only man who'd actually treated me as a son. In fact, it took Marianne and me a whole month to get over our sorrow, we missed Charles so much.
"At the end of that month, my next summer vacation came along and Marianne decided that it would probably be best if we took a little trip to the Bahamas where we could lay on the beach and plan our future. Naturally, I agreed that it was a great idea, and a couple of days later we were on our way by jet plane. We arrived in the Bahamas around midnight and went straight to the big, luxurious hotel where Marianne had made reservations.
"We weren't exactly tired from the trip, but, for some reason, Marianne wanted to fix herself a quick whiskey highball and go right to bed. We had a double-bedroom suite, so I figured that I would stay up awhile longer and sashay around the lobby and swimming pool, getting more familiar with the hotel's fabulous layout. 'No, please don't,' Marianne said when I told her of my plans. 'There's plenty of time tomorrow to see everything, and we'll enjoy it much more if we refresh ourselves with a good night's sleep."
"Well, that sort of made sense, so I had myself some fruit juice spiked with a little of Marianne's whiskey, and sat with her while she downed her highball. She'd already gotten into her flimsy little negligee and I'd stripped to my shorts, so we were real relaxed, sitting there together on the couch. At least I was relaxed. Marianne only looked that way I found out when she'd emptied her glass.
"'Oh, we're going to have great fun together from now on, Billy darling,' she said, reaching over to play her hand over my chest, then kissing me squarely on my lips. 'We're going to travel the whole, wide world together, not like mother and son, because we're really not mother and son, but like sweethearts ... like lovers. Tell me, what do you think of that? Dp you think I'm too old to be your sweetheart, your lover?'
"Wow, did that ever come as a surprise! I knew Marianne felt very close to me and even loved me in a way that wasn't exactly a mother's love-but sweethearts, well that was something else! She's got to be kidding, I thought.
So I pretended that it was all a joke. 'Hey, yeah, that would be great!' I answered. 'I'm pretty big for a sixteen-year-old and you're very young-looking for a thirty-year-old; we could fool a lot of people into thinking we are sweethearts."
"But Marianne definitely wasn't joking. I'd no sooner gotten the last word out when she started smothering me with hot kisses all over my mouth and chest, actually sucking a few seconds on my nipples. 'Oh, Billy darling,' she cried out softly, 'I do love you. I love you more than anyone I've ever known. This may sound terrible to you, but ever since I first saw you naked, I've wanted to make love to you. Your cock was very small, but it got hard when I kissed you, and it's gotten hard every time I've kissed you since. You and I both know that your beautiful cock wouldn't have reacted that way unless we had a. real, honest-to-goodness sexual attraction for each other-unless we were truly meant for each other."
"I could tell, Marianne was in the same excited mood she was in with Charles when I peeked in and saw them naked in bed. She needed to be fucked, needed it badly, and I was the only male around she felt she could have-a male who had proved to her many times that he could get a big hard on, very easily, with just a kiss. Sure, Marianne really did love me, I knew that, but right then it wasn't love that had taken hold of her-it was sex, hot, desperate sex!
"'Gee, Marianne, I don't know what to say,' I answered. 'I've gotta admit that you get me all excited when you kiss me and it's a feeling I like very much, but I've never thought of ... of screwing you or anything like that. Do you mean that you would really like me to fuck you?'
"'Oh, yes, my darling, please, let us pretend you are my husband. We love each other, don't we? That's all that matters. The world need never know that I'm your guardian instead of your wife. The important thing is that we love each other and need each other, sexually and in every other way."
"Marianne kissed me on the mouth then, in a way she had never kissed me before. I mean, she ran her tongue into my mouth and gathered up my tongue and sucked on it hungrily, at the same time hugging me tight and rubbing her tits all over my bare chest. Oh, wow! She felt so good, so exciting. I couldn't think anymore. It was like I was being wrapped in a blanket of beautiful, tingling electricity. All I wanted was more and more and more of what she was doing.
"Then Marianne moved her mouth to my chest and started sucking my nipples ten times hotter than before, while her hand started stroking all up and down the bulge of my tremendous, throbbing hard on. 'Yeah, yeah, I agree with you, Marianne. We are meant for each other. You're the most beautiful woman in the world and I don't care if I never have any other girl friends,' I told her.
"I know now that I should never have said that because it was all the encouragement Marianne needed to go further. Before I could hardly bat an eye, she had my shorts unsnapped and my dick sticking straight out. I looked down at it, and couldn't believe what I saw. It was the biggest hard on I'd ever had in my life, bigger at least by a half an inch! And the head-damn-was swollen up as round as a plum!!
"And Marianne was just as surprised as me. 'Oh, my darling, what a grand and glorious cock you have!' she cried happily. 'How big it has grown since I last saw you with a hard on.' Then she took my dick in her hand, petting and squeezing and sort of waving it around as she gawked at it. 'Ah, yes, it's just what the doctor ordered for me,' she purred. 'I can hardly wait to feel it way up deep inside my love-starved pussy.' "
A layman might ask this question regarding the persons involved in this case: "Where, from a psychological standpoint, does so-called normal behavior stop and deviant behavior begin and are the persons in this case true sexual deviants?" For assistance in finding the answer, we turn to Dr. Storr's comparison of the terms "normal" and "deviant" behavior:
The use of the term deviation implies the existence of a standard of normality from which deviation may take place; but no absolute standard can be found, for what is considered sexually normal varies widely both from country to country and epoch to epoch. A sexual practice which is considered acceptable in one time and place may be abhorred as a perversion in another; and even within the same culture, each individual may adhere to a different standard of sexual behavior, depending upon the interaction between his upbringing and the strength of his sexual needs. It is safe to assert that there is no sexual practice which has not somewhere been condemned, and none which has not elsewhere been accepted....
In other words, deviant behavior is relative to time, place and individual preferences. If the laws prohibiting fellatio and cunnilingus in some states were enforced, the majority of the population would be in jail. Needless to say, American standards regarding this form of lovemaking are by no means universal or absolute-especially here in America.
In Britain, masturbation was regarded for many years as not only an unnatural act, but was actually held responsible for certain forms of insanity. Such examples are, of course, endless. Perhaps Kinsey summed it up best when he said that the term normal simply means "what people do"-not what they should or should not do. Therefore, we must look at the individual case in point.
Billy confesses he often was overcome by an irresistible urge to masturbate. Are these activities to be considered normal or deviant? Dr. Kinsey points out that masturbation is universally practiced by over 90 percent of the total male population, and more than 62 percent of the female population. The psychological complexes which do arise regarding masturbation are caused mainly by social attitudes toward the practice which tend to create feelings of guilt. Psychologists and psychiatrists are well aware of the damage done to many persons as a result of being censured for the practice either by adults or peers at an early and particularly sensitive period of life.
The subject has described himself as a lonely child, deprived of the affection granted most children with a stable home environment. Therefore, it seems that resorting to the practice of masturbation, though not a solution to the problem, does seem a "normal" escape from the ache of loneliness. Later, in his adolescent period, there seems to be no indication that Billy preferred masturbation to normal coitus. As is often the case, few opportunities exist for a young boy to engage in normal sexual relations-especially, we night add, at a military academy. Suffice to say that masturbatory fantasies which he attached to his voluptuous foster mother, though probably of an oedipal nature, need not be considered abnormal under the circumstances and conditions of their relationship.
At one point during the interviews, Billy recalled an incident when he observed his foster parents attempting the act of coitus. Overcome by a feeling of passion, Billy begins to masturbate while he continues to watch. Certainly, one might say, this is a kind of deviant behavior known as voyeurism. But is it so in this case?
Storr maintains that the desire to see other people engaging in sexual activity "is so widespread that voyeurism cannot possibly be regarded as a sexual deviation unless it has become a main substitute for conventional methods of gratification." In Billy's case, voyeurism did not replace his desire for normal sexual relations. Given his background, we would be hard-pressed to find a reason why he wouldn't "eavesdrop" on his foster parents.
Finally, with regard to the question of deviant behavior, can the overt sexual approach made by Marianne be classified as pedophilia? Since the seduction took place over a long period of time (about five years) one can hardly call her actions "an assault" upon a child. However, pedophilia is defined, technically, as the sexual love of children, so we might, in a sense, call this deviant behavior without doing serious damage to the concept.
However, the fact that a thirty-year-old woman is sexually attracted to a sixteen-year-old boy, while it may appear as being, perhaps, bizarre, is certainly credible, and some cases have been reported. In dealing with this subject, Dr. Storr makes the following observation:
... There are some women who also prefer their lovers to be much younger than themselves, but it is uncommon for a woman to be accused of interfering sexually with children of either sex. In a recent case, however, a twenty-year-old wife was accused, though acquitted, of a sexual association with an eleven-year-old schoolboy; and, in law, a woman can be guilty of indecent assault on either male or female.
Storr concludes, as we must also, that truly compulsive deviant behavior in this area is practically a male prerogative.
"All of a sudden it dawned on me that Marianne wasn't just pretending we were sweethearts and lovers; she actually meant what she said about wanting my dick in her pussy. And she had other preliminary ideas, too, because she not only toyed with my dick as we sat there close together, she moved her face closer and closer until I could feel her hot breath on it. Then before I could think of what was really going on, she started kissing and licking it all over, from the tip of the head down to my balls!
"'Marianne, what are you doing?' I cried out, feeling my face turning red and my cock starting to throb like crazy, sort of catching on fire from the wild heat of her long, drooling tongue.
"'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I love this gorgeous cock of yours so much, my dearest,' she muttered happily as she reached down between my legs and gathered up my balls in one hand, licking my dick more and more hungrily. 'I've just got to kiss it all over and taste its delicious little-boy sweetness."
"Only she wasn't satisfied with just using her tongue for tasting. No, before I could stop her, she sank her whole mouth down around my towering hard on and began to suck for all she was worth, at the same time rolling my balls around in her hand greedily.
"'Marianne, please, it isn't right for you to be doing that!' I stammered. 'What the hell will people think if they find out? Oh, wow, I'm getting a funny feeling down there, a real hot and excited feeling! You'd better stop, Marianne! If you don't stop, I think I'm going to. ... to....oh, Marianne, I can't help it! I can't stop it! Oooooo-eeeeeee, you're making me do it!'
"Of course, I'd come several times before in the past few years in wet dreams and from jacking off, but was I ever embarrassed coming in Marianne's mouth! I tried not to. I begged her to stop her wild sucking, but it was no use; she was sort of out of her mind with passion and just couldn't stop, not even when I was shooting.
"Anyway, there wasn't any need for me to be embarrassed as far as Marianne was concerned, because, honestly, she really loved it-every drop. 'I'm sorry, my darling,' she muttered, lifting her mouth off my dick and looking at me lovingly. 'Your adorable cock was so magnificently hard and delicious that I just couldn't resist going down on it. Please, Billy, I hope you won't hate me for doing it."
"I don't know why but for some reason-maybe it was the wild passion in her expression-I'd never seen her looking more beautiful. 'I could never hate you, Marianne, no matter what,' I answered, surprised that my prick was still hard as a rock instead of wilting like it usually does after I come. 'I just don't understand, that's all. I just don't understand why you would want to suck my dick and drink up all of my come. It felt so good having you do that, but I just don't understand. I thought that all you wanted was to be fucked in your pussy."
"Then she told me why. All at once, I found out why she'd been so mad at Charles when I peeked in on them having sex, and why she'd been so extra loving toward me at times. It wasn't a long, drawn-out confession that she gave me, sitting beside me and gently stroking my dick; it was all told in a very few words.
"'Listen and please try to understand, Billy dear,' Marianne said softly. 'I'm a very passionate woman. Once a month without fail I get in such heat that I can hardly see straight. My pussy gets absolutely desperate for fucking. But fucking is not all there is to sex. There are a lot of very wonderful preliminaries that prepare a woman for fucking and make it a thousand times better. Like sucking a man's cock and fondling his balls. But I must have a nice, big, virile cock fucking me, and I must truly love the one who's doing it. That's my whole story in a nutshell; you're an extremely virile boy-I've noticed your big hard on many times-and, of course, I've learned to love you more and more until now you're the most precious thing in my whole life. From now on, all I want is to make love to you and let you make love to me, any way you want to."
"'Any way I want to, Marianne?'
"'Yes, my precious, any way you want to. You can fuck my cunt until the cows come home, and if you want to eat my cunt and tits, that's all right, too. Anything you do to me in the way of sex would be a great and ecstatic thrill to me."
"So then I knew why Marianne was the kind of woman she was, and I understood. In a way, I kind of felt sorry for her, craving sex all those years with old Charles and not getting very much, not even coming very often unless she jacked herself off or got Charles to screw her with his tongue. By way of telling her that I understood, and by way of telling her that I would make up for all those years of going without, I gave her a big, hot, long-lasting kiss on her mouth, hugging her tight.
"'Marianne, I love you,' I said after our kiss. 'I really want to be the most precious thing in your life. And I want always to be your sweetheart....your lover. I don't want any other girl as long as I live. Anything you want me to do, I'll do. I'll fuck you and suck your pussy and tits-anything to make you happy."
"'Oh, Billy, my own, if you only knew how happy I am just to hear you say that,' she said, bending down and sucking up the drop of juice that had bubbled up on the tip of my dick. 'I promise you that you'll never, never regret it. I promise to give you the very best fucking that you could ever, ever have. Because I know you, my precious darling; I know that you're as passionate as I am. After all, I've practically raised you, and if you want to know a little secret, I've raised you all for myself. Yes, it's true, I knew that Charles had a weak heart and wouldn't last very long, so I excited you with hot kisses to build your sexuality and prepare you for the day when we would have only each other, sexually and in every other way. Now, please, my darling, tell me, aren't you glad? Aren't you glad that I planned everything just for you and me?'
"My God, what a story! What a surprise! But for some reason I wasn't nearly as surprised as I probably should've been. It was almost as if I had suspected the truth all along but was afraid to admit it for fear of losing my security as an adopted kid who is loved for himself alone-more like a real flesh and blood son. Only now I was sixteen, almost grown up, and didn't need that feeling of security. I was old enough to strike out on my own, if I wanted to. I was old enough to need sex and to want a woman for no other reason than she was a woman.
"'Yeah, Marianne,' I answered sincerely, 'I am glad that you planned everything for just us. I used to think of you as my guardian and mother, but no more. From now on I can think of you only as my girl ... my sweetheart ... my wife."
"What more could I say? What more could she say? There was nothing more for Marianne and I to do then but get down to the business of sex. And that's exactly what we did. After giving my dong one more kiss, Marianne leaped off the divan and, standing close in front of me, peeled off her negligee so quickly it seemed like magic. 'Now, my precious, you can see everything I've been saving for you,' she said with a big, devilish smile. 'Now you can see me completely in the raw, just as I've often seen you when you were a little boy. Really, I've wanted you to see me naked ever since Charles passed away, but I just didn't have the nerve until now."
"Well, I'd seen Marianne naked before when I accidentally came upon her having sex with Charles that night, but now she was naked just for me and that made a big difference. For one thing, she was much closer to me, and for another thing she was much hotter. Her huge tits, almost the size of cantaloupes, seemed to stick out in more of a point, with longer, redder nipples. And her shapely long legs seemed to be farther apart, leaving a wide space in between which made her hairy pussy stand out a lot prettier. Also, I noticed that the hair on her fat pussy was glistening wet, like sparkling dewdrops on the early-morning grass.
"'Wow, Marianne, you sure do look beautiful without any clothes on!' I said, slipping out of my shorts to be completely naked like her. 'Honestly, you're the only girl or woman that I've ever seen naked, but I'll bet there's none in all the world better-looking than you."
"'Thank you, my darling,' she sort of gasped, beginning to pant louder and moving her pussy up closer to my face, her legs spreading wider to give me a fuller view of it. 'My naked body is all yours, you know. You can have anything you see, any way you like it. All you have to do is say what you want, my precious, and I'll only be too glad to deliver."
"For a second there I was tempted to stick my fingers in and have a feel of Marianne's pussy, but I figured that I'd better not be quite so bold right at the beginning. 'Your tits really look delicious,' I said, standing up so that my mouth came even with her long, hard nipples. 'I'd first like to suck in them and maybe get some of your milk to drink. Do you think I can get some milk out of them, Marianne, if I suck real hard?' Without waiting for her answer I took her left tit in both hands and sank my mouth hungrily around its long, candy-apple point.
"'My tits are full of delicious hot milk, dear one, and I've been saving it all for you,' she lied, grabbing hold of my dick with one hand and my balls with the other, then slipping the head of my dick inside the slit of her pussy. 'You can get it if you suck real hard; real, real hard. Ah, yes, that's perfect! Mmmmmmm, darling, it's just marvelous, having you nurse on my nipples, like you are truly my own baby and I am truly your mother. Oh, suck, suck, baby! Drink my hot mother's milk! It's so good for you and sooooooo good for me, too!'
"Well, I didn't get any milk but, let me tell you, I sure tried. I sucked until I was blue in the face, actually imagining that I was drawing something out, something warm and spicy. So what? It was great fun, anyway, and all the more fun because Marianne was keeping time with my sucking, bumping her big, hot pussyslit up against the head of my super-hard dick, sending a million volts of electricity racing through it.
"I mean, the head of my cock wasn't just bumping in between the hot, fat lips of Marianne's pussy; it was sliding back and forth in all that juice of hers, like her pussy-lips were jacking me off. Damn, was that ever turning me on!
"I guess I started to help it along by pushing my dick in rhythm with her humping, because very soon she decided that I was getting too excited in our standing position. 'Oh, Billy, we'd better stop this!' she groaned, pushing my head free of her tits and backing her pussy away. 'I'm afraid you're going to come and I don't want that to happen so soon, especially in this very awkward position. I want you to come fucking me and I want to come with you-at the very same time."
"'Okay, Marianne, I'll do whatever you say,' I muttered like a meek little slave, positive that she was then going to haul me off to her bedroom. Yeah, somehow in my dumbness I figured that screwing was never done anywhere but on a bed because that's where it was always done in the dirty stories the kids used to tell at the military academy.
"But was I ever in for a surprise. Instead of taking me to a bed, or even to the divan close by, Marianne gave me a real wild look, like she was in some kind of terrible, unbearable pain. Then she flopped smack down on her back, right there on the floor! Raising her knees way up high and spreading them as wide as possible, she sort of half moaned and half sobbed. 'Quick, darling, come down here and fuck me! I'm so terribly hot for you that I can't stand it anymore! Please, Billy, I've just got to have your beautiful hard cock in me now....this very minute!!!'
"Poor Marianne, I felt sorry for her, suffering like that. But still I couldn't bring myself to flop down between her legs right at that instant. I wanted to, believe me, but her pussy, close in front of me, was so....so spectacular, all opened up and sparkling pink, that I was hypnotized by it. I mean, I was really hypnotized! I couldn't take my eyes off it!
"After all, I'd never before seen the inside of a cold pussy, much less a boiling hot one, and I had to see everything there was to see. So I just stood there and stared, taking in Marianne's beautiful, juice-filled hole, the pretty little wings just above and the peanut-sized button near the top that was jumping up a storm, reminding me of a Mexican jumping bean in a red, hot frying pan.
"'Oh, please, darling, don't just stand there looking!' Marianne sobbed tearfully as she stretched her arms out to me. 'Can't you see how I'm suffering? Can't you see how desperate I am for you to fuck me?'
"That snapped me out of my trance-that and the throbbing in my long, rock-hard dick that was getting so painful I could barely stand it. All of a sudden I was as desperate to have my prick in Marianne's pussy as she was. Not wasting another second, I flopped down between her smooth, soft legs, laid my mouth down hard on hers as she quickly inserted my fired-up hard on into her pussy-hole, then began pumping up and down for all I was worth.
"Wow, what a feeling! It seemed like Marianne's pussy was swallowing me, balls and all! It seemed like my whole naked body was inside her belly, getting squeezed and stroked and sucked by those boiling hot inner muscles. It seemed like she had swallowed me in whole and was actually doing her darndest to digest me-as though I was a big hunk of steak!
"But I loved it, every split second of it, not only the way her pussy was gobbling up my dick, but also the way her tongue was shooting deep into my mouth and throat, sort of keeping time with the wild humping of her big butt. And what wild noises were coming out of her, both from her pussy and from way down deep in her throat. Her pussy sounded like the bubbling of lava at the bottom of a live volcano, which I guess it was, in a way; and the sounds from her throat were the sounds of a starved animal gorging itself of food.
"Finally, I felt myself beginning to explode. And I felt Marianne beginning to explode, too. I pumped faster and faster, harder and harder; she began twisting and squirming, meeting my harder thrusts with harder thrusts of her own. Then she started clawing my back and jerking her head from side to side so wildly that she lost my mouth.
"'Ohhhhhhh, sonovabitch ... damn ... shit!' she groaned. 'I'm coming, cooooomming! Oh, baby, it's so wonderful ... so marvelous ... so heavenly! Shoot, my precious darling, shoot.
Shoot, shoot your wonderful hot come in me!! Flood my cunt with your sweet, little-boy come!! I want it!! I've got to have it!!'
"Well, she didn't have to ask for it, because she was already getting it. I mean, I started unloading in her belly about the same time she popped off. Only I was too far out in orbit to do any talking like her. She must've known; she must've been crying out for me to come just to get more, as if that was possible.
"Anyway, she didn't cry out for more very long because she didn't have the strength. In a few seconds her voice got softer and softer, and she just sort of wilted like a wet rag with her eyes closed and her drooly mouth hanging half open. I got a little glimpse of her pretty face that way, then I collapsed and went to sleep on top of her, feeling like I had just run full speed in a hundred mile race. Never, but never in my whole life, had I felt so bushed-or so tingly good. Because, you see, I felt like I'd won that hundred mile race.
"I don't know how long I slept, but it was daylight when I woke up and Marianne was no longer on the floor with me. Somehow she had managed to wiggle out from under me and, after quietly dressing, had slipped out to do some shopping in the nifty little hotel boutiques. By the time I'd showered and dressed, she was back with an armfull of new duds for both of us, plus a couple of bottles of vitamins just for me.
"'Hell, Marianne, I don't need all those vitamins,' I told her. 'I'm plenty healthy and strong, you oughta know that after what we've been through already in such a short time.
"Her answer should've tipped me off to what kind of relationship she had in mind for us but it didn't. I guess I was just too dumb. 'Oh, yes, my darling, you are plenty healthy and strong right now but it isn't now that I'm concerned about; it's the future.' After saying that, she walked up to me real sexy-like and gave me a big hug and kiss, grinding her pussy up against my dick a little. 'We're going to have such a marvelous future together, you and I, aren't we, dear?' she added.
"'Yeah, sure, Marianne, we can't miss,' I said, thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad after all, having a mother and a common-law wife all wrapped into one. Then just to make Marianne happy, I let her drop several of those big vitamin capsules in my mouth.
"The next month was real ... well, peculiar. I mean, we stayed on in the Bahamas, enjoying the best climate and ocean surf in the world, fishing, taking in a few guided tours and all that stuff. But Marianne wasn't romantic hardly ever. Yeah, sure, she kissed me plenty and called me sweet names, but it didn't go any further than that. She didn't even come into the bathroom to see me when I was showering, or visit me in bed to talk and maybe sneak a little feel. Really, it was like old times before Charles passed away. The only difference was that we were together more, and she had me taking those damn vitamins every day.
"Then suddenly-pow!-Marianne was back in heat and I understood the whole routine, vitamins and all. She hadn't meant to be sexually cool and motherly toward me; she'd just been coasting along in between her monthly spells of red hot passion. She'd been building on my strength and saving it for the day that she really, desperately needed it. And that day had finally arrived.
"Man, I'll never forget it. There I was, laying in bed late one morning, completely nude and uncovered because of the warm, tropical air blowing in from the nearby window, wondering if Marianne would want to go swimming of fishing that day. The door opened and there she was, staring at me hungrily, as naked as I was. Only it was clear that she hadn't just gotten out of bed, because her face was made up with eye shadow and her hair was beautifully combed out, like she'd fixed herself up special just for me. And her tits-wowee!-I'd never seen them standing out so far and pointed, with nipples so long and red.
"'Hello, my darling,' she said softly when she noticed me looking at her with wide open, admiring eyes. 'It's nice to be naked on a morning like this, isn't it? Would you like to have some company? I've been thinking of you all night, and of how terribly much I love you. I just had to see you before we got dressed and started a new day of pretending that we are mother and son instead of lovers."
"'But, Marianne, I thought you had changed your mind about us being lovers,' I said. 'You've been so ... so motherly toward me the past month, I thought you were ashamed of letting me do what I did to you when we first got here."
"'Ashamed? Never!' she answered, coming toward me and sitting on the edge of my bed. 'How could I ever be ashamed of having sex with the only boy that I've ever truly loved, the only male that I've ever truly wanted? No, my precious, the sex we had last month was positively heavenly and I wouldn't have missed it for the whole world. You may not realize it, but every day since then I've been looking forward to the time when we'd be having sex again. The only fear I've had is that you might not want me again that way."
"I had an answer for her. I was going to tell her that maybe it was best that we didn't have any more sex together because sooner or later someone was bound to find out about us and maybe cause a lot of trouble. But she bent over me before I could say anything and pressed her lips against mine, at the same time running her hand down over my nipples and stomach until she reached my dick. The next instant, she was shooting her long, hot tongue deep into my mouth and working my dick into a tremendous hard on.
"Let me tell you, with Marianne's tongue dancing around in my mouth and her long, electric fingers racing all over my cock and balls, it took me a few seconds to get as hot as a furnace. 'Oh, Marianne, you sure know how to get me worked up, don't you?' I groaned, taking hold of one of her giant tits and milking the nipple with my fingers. 'If you don't be careful, you'll get me so worked up that I'll want to fuck your pussy again. Yeah, you've got such a nice big, sexy pussy, I think I could spend this whole day fucking it."
"It was then that Marianne let the cat out of the bag. 'No, my own precious baby,' she answered, her breath beginning to sound like a boiling steam engine, 'you're going to do more than fuck me today. You're going to let me eat you up completely and you're going to eat me up completely. We're going to do everything today, and I do mean everything. We're going to have all the sex that's possible between male and female, because only in that way can we prove our great love for each other."
"The next instant, Marianne straddled my hard on and lowered herself down on it, plunging it all the way into her pussy-hole. Then she just sat there, bouncing up and down like a cowboy on a bucking bronco while she held my hands to her hard, bouncing tits. 'Fuck, Billy, fuck!' she cried like a woman gone mad. 'Ram your beautiful little-boy hard on deep into my love-starved cunt . ... deeper, deeper, deeper!!'
"Maybe it was the vitamins I'd been taking or maybe it was Marianne's extra hot pussy, I don't know, but anyway I popped off real quick. And that was exactly what she wanted because it excited her all the more, making her come in a gigantic explosion almost at the same time.
"'Wow-eee!' she bellowed in ecstasy. 'How I needed that! Oh, how I needed that! You're so marvelous, my beloved, so virile and full of youthful passion! Please, please give me more of your passion! I've simply got to have more!'
"And so I gave her more, just as she wanted it. I screwed her again with me on top; then I washed and let her give my dick a good, hot sucking with her mouth; then she washed and I gave in to her tearful plea for my tongue licking and jabbing in her boiling pussy. I mean, I gave her so much sex that I didn't have any more to give. But still she demanded more and more!
"There was just no way, no way, that Marianne could get enough. And I knew that it would be the same when she was back in heat a month later-and every month from then on if I stayed with her. There was only one answer: I had to leave her or literally get loved to death! So I left her. My strength was practically drained to nothing, but that very same afternoon while Marianne was resting, I took some money from her purse, sneaked out of the hotel and never went back. I just disappeared right out of her life.
"I don't know, maybe I did wrong, running away from Marianne like that after she and Charles had rescued me from the orphanage and been so good to me. Every now and then I get little pangs of conscience over it. But, really, what else was I to do?"
The sexual appetite of Billy's foster mother appears abnormal at first glance. However, this view may be somewhat prejudiced by our puritanical background. Researching this phenomenon in his book Sexual Freedom, Rene Guyon makes some pertinent observations:
The fact is that woman's sexual appetite is usually very strong. The Bedouins declare that her senses are as inflammable as touchwood. Bauer declares it indisputable "that women were always on the look-out for a man who will gratify their sexual desire." And Norman Haire writes in Hymen: "Every sexologist is aware that the normal woman has as vigorous a sex-appetite as the normal man, and it is just as frequent for married women to complain of their husband's inadequacy as of his sexual excess."
We can't help but applaud Billy's decision to break away from his foster mother. Knowing how dependent such relationships can be, it must have required great strength of character. In fact, despite his many early handicaps and loneliness, Billy shows remarkable progress and seems well on his way to assuming a sexually mature adult role.