Chapter 9
Roger's sexual affair with his father's receptionist cured him forever of the idea that he could never enjoy making love with anybody but his mother.
Norma Dunham immediately noticed a change in her son's attitude and felt great relief. The lust she had allowed to run rampant for her son had nearly destroyed them both, but now things were back to normal and she was relieved. In celebration, she decided to ask Roger if he wanted to have a party and invite a group of boys and girls his own age to the house. When she approached him about the idea he seemed delighted and they scheduled the party for the coming Saturday night. Roger invited Phil Kendall, Ray Stevens, Ginny Talbot, Sheila Lathrop, Lori Bassey and all his other liberal-minded friends. Altogether there were ten girls and boys, including himself.
On the night of the party Norma left the house just before Roger's guests were to arrive with Richard Gorshin to go to a movie.
"Have fun, dear," she said. "Feel free to do anything you like with your friends but try not to destroy the house. I should be back shortly after midnight."
"All right, Mom," Roger said. "Thanks again for letting me have this party. I'll see that the place stays intact." He kissed her dutifully on the cheek and they both seemed happy that their relationship was once again that of a normal mother and son.
By eight-thirty, all of the guests had arrived and everybody sat in the dimly-lit living room drinking wine and smoking grass. Everybody had paired off and had begun the preliminaries of lovemaking as they lolled on cushions on the floor. Roger was with the new girl, Lori Bassey, and he could tell that there was a magic kind of chemistry between them. After his prolonged affair with his mother and his sex session with Vera it felt good to feel his hard on pressing into the stomach of a girl his own age.
"I really love your house, Roger," Lori said, her eyelids heavy with lust and desire as they lay tightly pressed together on the floor. "I was hoping that the first time we finally got together everything would be perfect. This place is really scrumptious. You're such a doll, Roger. Really."
Roger groaned instead of answering and pumped his prick harder into Lori's abdomen. In a minute, both of his hands were up under her sweater and rubbing her warm, firm tits. "I love the way you touch a girl," Lori cooed. "If I didn't know you better I'd say you've had an awful lot of experience with older women. You seem to know exactly what a girl-likes and just how to go about exciting her. It's amazing. I really mean it."
Roger grinned, enjoying his secret. Yes, he had been fortunate to have a couple of very skilled instructresses and he foresaw a lifetime of happy, uninhibited sex thanks to his mother and Vera. Everything was going to be just fine from now on and he felt deeply indebted to chance or fate or whatever it was that had led him to such a variety of experience at such an early age.
As he played with Lori's breasts and probed her mouth with his tongue he watched the other couples writhing and breathing hard on the floor. Ginny Talbot, as usual, wasn't wasting any time with her boy for the evening, Bill Warren, a very tall and thin basketball player on the school team who possessed a most unique-looking prick. He was uncircumcised and his organ bent slightly to one side, like a banana.
The odd-shape of his tool didn't seem to bother Ginny at all, though, for she was sucking it expertly, her head making a sort of C-like bobbing movement as she worked up and down. Bill lay back with his mouth open and breathing hard as Ginny sucked his odd-shaped member. His pants were down to his ankles and Ginny was really making a meal of his crotch as the sounds of her sucking rose above other noises in the room.
Phil was working a little differently than he had in the past. Instead of fucking or sucking his partner, or even indulging in conventional preliminaries, he had Susan Hargrove's dress up to her waist and was staring into her pussy as he finger-fucked her. It was really a pleasure to see such a prim and proper girl such as Susan sitting there with her legs apart and enjoying it as Phil lay with his cheek against the carpet staring into her cunt as his fingers probed and parted her furry little nest.
Yes, this party was certainly turning out to be a success, Roger thought, taking his own bulging erection out now so that Lori could play with it. Roger continued watching each of the couples as Lori squealed happily and began jacking him off. Things couldn't be going better. Here he was getting his rod fondled and watching his friends move steadily forward to their respective goals of sexual fulfillment.
What was Ray Stevens doing with Kathy Fields there in the corner? he wondered, squinting and trying hard to figure out the meaning of their position. Finally, he realized what they were up to. Ray was completely naked and sat straddling Kathy's chest (she was naked, too) so that he could fuck between her enormous breasts. He held the two huge mammaries tightly together so that they exerted a cunt-like pressure as he fucked the crack between them. On each down-stroke, as Ray's ramrod appeared on the far side of her tits, Kathy would tongue its purplish head. If Ray held his position for any length of time little Kathy would take the entire head between her lips and really work the cock over thoroughly. Or, as seemed more frequently the case, when Ray let his cock appear only briefly, Kathy would merely give the tip of his organ a few flicks of her lengthy tongue before it disappeared once again between the twin mountains.
Of all the guests, Roger suspected that Ralph Huntzinger and Judy Pierce were the most inventive. Watching them, Roger wished that he had some kind of award to present them for their efforts. The two had been going steady for quite a while now and no doubt found it necessary to seek different methods of stimulation to keep their coupling alive and fresh. They lay on the floor on their sides, in a sixty-nine position, but instead of mouthing each other's organs they were using their hair for genital stimulation! Judy had placed her long strawberry-colored tresses so that they ran from Ralph's tail-bone to his pecker. She was jiggling her head and, at the same time, pressing her shiny hair so that it tickled her partner's rectum, balls and cock. As she delivered this unusual form of stimulation, Ralph reciprocated in a like manner with his own long, dark hair. His hair fell well below his shoulders and he, too, ran his curly locks from Judy's tailbone to her clitoris with the kind of see-saw motion one makes with a towel on his privates after taking a shower.
Both of them sighed and babbled incoherently as they applied their hair to each other's crotches. Roger studied their efforts carefully so that he might imitate them someday when his hair grew long enough.
"Hey!" Lori protested, holding Roger's cheeks between her fingers. "Will you please pay some attention to me instead of the others?"
"Sorry, Lori," he apologized, "but a host has responsibilities you know. I have to make sure everybody is having a good time."
Lori took one of his hands from her breasts and then, squirming out of her panties, placed his hand against her sopping wet cunt. She was very specific in indicating what she wanted. She separated his middle-finger from his other fingers and placed its tip against her nerve center and rotated it lightly against her clit.
"Get the idea?" she said. "Please, Roger? I want it to be good for us. I've waited too long to be with you for you to suddenly become a look-freak on me." She bent down and planted a hungry kiss on the pulsing head of his meat and squeezed. Roger kept her there, directing her to suck on it for a while as he continued jiggling his finger back and froth at the top of her pussy.
"That's my good girl," he said with authority. "Just chew on Big Ben for a while until I tell you to stop. Don't worry, Lori. There's lots of time for us to come. I'll take good care of my pretty girl's little puss when the time arrives. Right now, just suck nice and slow, like you really mean it."
Lori obeyed, taking long slow strokes with her smoothly wet mouth as she sucked on his cock.
Roger held her head with both hands to show her exactly how fast he wanted her indented cheeks to feast on and drain the lubricant from his engorged member. He watched her closed, fluttering eyelids and nursing mouth as she ministered to his needs. Yes, this was a splendid party, he thought.
And to think that only a few short months ago he had been a virgin! Well, now he knew the ropes and even used authority with girls such as Lori. Here he was commanding this luscious beauty to suck his cock and precisely how to do it. Speaking of his having been a virgin, he suddenly saw that Sheila-his first piece of ass-was up on hands and knees and taking in her partner's big prick to the hilt. Her hair hung down in her face and she was completely lost in the pleasure that the flesh instrument delivered to her eager vagina.
Just then, lovely Lori accidentally brushed his own cock with her teeth. Her mistake was caused by over-eagerness, he knew, but he wanted to prevent the unpleasant feeling from occurring again. He tugged on her hair rather sharply and said, "No teeth, Lori! Just suck with your mouth and lips, do you hear?"
Lori whimpered apologetically, wincing a little from his pull on her hair as she resumed more graceful strokes with smooth, hot flesh only.
Roger watched her, savoring each delicious gobble from her mouth, enjoying the sucking sounds and mews as she rendered this service to his organ. Yes, things had changed all right, Roger thought, surveying the room. Whereas before he had been an immature and inept lover, at best, tonight he was possibly the most experienced cunt-fucker in the room. He knew what women liked and how to meet their needs. He even knew that he could take liberties with girls he had once thought unapproachable. Lori, for instance. Three months ago, he would have groveled and stammered in appreciation if she had even permitted him to hold her hand. Now he knew that a female wanted a male just as much as a male wanted a female. In a different way perhaps, but this knowledge had opened up whole new vistas for him. Hell, he could fuck the Queen of England and not feel beholden because, after all, she was just another female with a pussy which was designed for fucking. He did not feel sadistic or arrogant, but he did feel very adult and worldly. Roger Dunham had come of age! Someday, when he found exactly the right girl and after he had finished college and established himself in a career, he would be a tender, considerate and skilled lover. He would be kind and considerate, too, but most of all he would know how to take his wife to the very heights of sexual fulfillment and ecstasy. That was a good feeling and, really, that was the essence of what he felt at this moment.
His thoughts became less vague when a moment later Lori's patient sucking on his cock nearly brought him to orgasm. He stopped her motion just in time and lay her on her back. "Thanks, Lori," he said gently. "I didn't mean to get rough a while ago. I-I guess I just lost my head. You're a beautiful girl and I like you very much. I wouldn't want you to think I was some kind of nut." He kissed her cheek and then began rubbing her dripping love hole.
"Oh, I'm so hot," she said. "You do strange things to a girl. Even when you're rough you-you make a girl really feel like a woman, Roger."
Roger sucked skillfully on her nipples for a while and she cradled his head in her smooth hands gratefully as he worked. She told him she loved him more than any boy she had ever known. This spurred him on and he teased her pubic hair and pussy lips adoringly as he nursed until, finally, he descended and used every device he knew to drive her out of her mind.
He dined on every inch of her cunt, concentrating on all her most sensitive places, until she tried to tear his head from her parted legs. He told her it was all right though, and then she threw her head back and let him make her come with his tongue. The next time she tugged at his head he knew it was because she had reached a climax and not because she wanted to save herself for his penis.
Experience was a good thing to have, he told himself. For instance, he knew when a girl had come by the taste of her cunt now and not only her movement. Nobody could fool him. When they got watery you knew they had come. They just tasted different. It was as simple as that. He knew, too, that after a rest she would be ready to come again-this time with his prick. That way she could come twice-once in a kind of surface, clitoral way, and then again in a deeper more intense way. Of course, some girls had distinct preferences and you couldn't work miracles. Some girls did not like to come with a tongue, or rather they preferred the deeper coming with a cock.
Other girls didn't seem to be able to come another way except with your tongue or with your finger against their clits. A lot of it was psychological and sort of complicated, but at least
Roger felt he had a good foundation of sexual knowledge at a fairly early age. He rubbed Lori's back now, letting her calm down and rest awhile before he stuck his cock up her and made her come that way. He silently thanked his mother and the other females who had contributed to his sexual know-how.
"Was it good?" he asked Lori.
"Oh, yes," she panted. "It was wonderful. But I-I just didn't want to finish that way. I-I wanted to save myself for you-for both of us."
"I know," Roger said, secure in his superior knowledge. "I understand how you feel. But in a while we can both come. There's no reason why you can't come twice-each time in a different way."
"Oh, Roger," Lori squealed. "You're so different from other boys. You're so-so adult and wonderful. You really do know everything about girls, don't you? I bet you were a female in another life or something. Do you suppose that's possible? I mean, do you believe in reincarnation?"
"I don't know about that," Roger said. "But I do know that I want to fuck you, and whether you came or not with my tongue won't hurt anything."
"You're wonderful, Roger!" she said. "Just wonderful!"
"No, I'm not," he said, thinking that really he was. He had a frightening thought just then. He wondered if all he thought he knew about girls was really true. After all, he could be wrong, couldn't he? This truly scared him. He did not want to walk around thinking he knew all about girls and sex and really not know anything. That would be too humiliating to bear. Embarrassing. He decided that maybe he'd better keep his ears open and ask around a bit more before he became so cocksure about his present knowledge. Maybe the kind of knowledge he sought required a lifetime to learn. After all, girls were very complicated and strange and wonderful things, and he'd better not make the mistake of basing his entire approach on the limited contacts he'd been fortunate to have. Yes, he'd better experience a lot more sex with all kinds of women before he started writing textbooks on the subject. He'd heard someplace that even Casanova-supposedly the world's greatest lover-was a sort of weird and sick man, so he'd better not be too sure about anything.
Humbly, Roger now began preparing Lori for fucking. He kissed her mouth affectionately, stroked her hips and thighs and rubbed her back. He told himself he loved her deeply and imagined that thinking thoughts of adoration could somehow be transferred to her, that his emotions could somehow be detected by her as his intense feelings flowed through the fingertips of his hands to her delicious body.
She responded by running her hands through his hair and crushing him hard to her bosom. Could feelings-even manufactured ones-really increase the response of a girl? Roger wondered. He did not know. He only knew that his prick stood straight and stiff once again and that Lori had begun breathing hard in a way that told him she was, indeed, ready for another orgasm. Her body began to twitch.
Now Lori placed her leg over his, her knee resting on his hip, and their mouths drank hungrily from each other. Roger began sucking on her tits once again and ran his hand very slowly up her leg to her cunt. Her fresh supply of lubricant, combined with her leftover juices and his saliva, made a veritable river there. He toyed daintily with her vaginal lips, her waking clitoris, and let his middle finger run slowly back and forth along the beauty and slipperiness of her hot crack.
Would he ever tire of touching a girl this way? he wondered. He suspected not. He guessed that a man could touch the most wonderful of all places-a girl's pussy-for the rest of his life and never cease to marvel at the fact that, after all, this was the place he could slip his prick into and experience the ultimate pleasure. It was truly a miracle, a cunt was. Here was warmth and waiting ecstasy.
Even if you tried, you could not help but get a hard on when you touched a cunt because it cried out to be pierced. It caused feelings in a man that could not be put into words. It was not a crack or a hole or a slit or any of those ordinary words people used. It was much more than any of these things ... maybe he would never know ... maybe it was just as well that he never would. It was enough to know that it was there and waiting and received pleasure as it gave pleasure.
Yes, that was one of the real mysteries and beauty of the entire thing. The cunt felt good at the same time the prick felt good. A very, very important point. Pussy ... pussy, he thought. Maybe pussy was the best word.
Why don't you stop being analytical, like that boring and dreary history teacher, Harrington, who took all the life and interest out of fascinating world events because he analyzed and talked too much about them until they were stone-cold dead? Roger asked himself now.
Consciously, Roger turned his head off-the thinking part of his brain-and just let himself do what came naturally. This was good, he realized, because then he was just feeling, feeling, and his prick was inside a lovely girl who breathed the air he breathed in great gasps and they were both just sharing something very important that didn't require and shouldn't require thinking ... anti-think fucking ... fucking ... anti-think ... no-think ... just feel-fucking:
A pelvis was a good thing. Lori's bent his cock a little on each of his upstrokes ... a pelvis a good, no-think thing. So was the very far back place that you could touch maybe sometimes and maybe sometimes not ... another very good, no-think thing. The top of legs, flaring into a wider, smooth something that was a buttocks-ass you held and pulled on was a good, no-think accessory to pussy-loving, too ... everything was very, very good no-think, just-fuck thing until it became so good it just finished, bam! and you certainly didn't care to think about how good that felt unless you were maybe a history teacher named Harrington who probably didn't fuck at all but just sat around analyzing it instead of just feeling....
Probably Mr. Harrington didn't even jack off!
"Ummmm," Lori said. She said other things, too.
Roger said a lot of things he wasn't aware of, too, as they both finished without thinking but feeling. Emotions. Not brains.
The grass was working.
It was getting late and Roger was expecting his mother to arrive home at any time. For more than an hour now everybody at the party had been dressed and sitting around looking respectable in case Roger's mother came home earlier than expected. None of them knew that Richard Gorshin had dropped Norma Dunham off outside more than an hour previously and that she had been watching, fascinated, at these teenagers making love ever since. She was getting tired standing on her feet and peering through the living room window. Still, she could not just burst in on them and ruin Roger's party, she had told herself. Thank God Roger had finally gotten everybody dressed and disposed of the wine bottles! It was really getting chilly and at last she could enter her own house.
Norma took a long time noisily opening the kitchen door so that everybody knew she was home. She passed through the kitchen and dining room and appeared for all to see.
"Hello, Mother," Roger called, his voice obviously indicating that he was pleased with the innocent appearance of the things.
"Hello, Mrs. Dunham," said the group.
Norma Dunham greeted everybody the way unsuspicious mothers are supposed to greet teenagers at such affairs and, finally, after many compliments and much small talk, the guests had all departed. Norma took her shoes off (her feet were killing her from standing so long outside) and collapsed on the couch.
"Well," she said, sighing, "so everyone had a good time. That's good. I'm glad your party was a success, Roger."
Roger flopped into the chair opposite her. "Yes, everybody had a great time. Thanks a lot, Mom for letting me invite everybody. The house is in good shape. No damage anywhere. We really had a good time."
Norma was tempted to say that she was indeed aware that everybody had enjoyed themselves. They had practically made a whorehouse of the Dunham household, and who couldn't enjoy themselves gulping down wine and screwing all over the place? She restrained herself, though, and said nothing, remembering that this party was significant in that it marked the end of her sexual affair with her son. Things would be different from this day on.
"How was the movie?" Roger asked, yawning.
"Fair," she said. "Just fair."
Roger's eyes lit up. "Did Gorshin try to get fresh with you or anything?"
"Roger, I don't really think that's the sort of question a son should ask of his mother." Norma suddenly realized that this might be the best time to make it absolutely clear that their relationship had returned to normal. "There are certain things which are rather personal. My affairs with adult men are strictly my own business, do you understand? I don't mean to be harsh, Roger. I just want you to realize that the old regime is in effect-in every way. All right?"
"Yes, Mother. I'm sorry I asked."
"You needn't sulk, son. I'm glad your party was a success and I don't want to be a killjoy. I merely want to emphasize the fact that you are fifteen and that I am your mother and that I intend to be treated with respect."
"Very well," Roger said coolly. "Well, I guess I'll hit the sack."
Norma watched her son rise and walk toward his room. Before he disappeared from sight, she said, "In future, Roger, try to keep your guests and yourself in check at parties, will you? You'll find your friends will respect you much more if you reserve intimate contacts for other places."
Roger studied her with narrowed eyes. "I-I guess you're right, Mother," he said. "Perhaps the party did get out of hand at one time." He came back and sat down on the arm of the chair beside his mother.
"I had some interesting thoughts tonight," he said, placing his arm about her neck. "I realized that everything that has happened between us has made me a better person. I know this may sound strange, but I'm really a better person in every way. I guess neither of us can ever talk about our being in love-in a strange and different kind of way-to anybody we'll ever meet, but I want you to know that I'll be a better man, husband, student, everything, because of things I learned from you." Roger kissed his mother affectionately. "I mean that, Mom. Honest," he ended on a sincere note.
Tears came from Norma Dunham's eyes. "Thank you, son. What you just said is very important to me. You don't know how important. It makes everything somehow all right again. I might have spent a lifetime worrying about letting my weakness ruin you." She dabbed at her cheeks with her handkerchief. "Now I-I guess all the guilt is gone. Oh, thank you, Roger. Yes, I know you'll grow up to be a fine man now."
Roger patted his mother's back consolingly. "I read a letter-not a letter but a note you put in the baby book you kept when I was little," he said. "You said the same thing then-that you knew I would grow up to be a fine man someday."
Norma smiled, remembering. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I did write something like that. It-it was a long time ago. I'd almost forgotten it."
"I'll never forget it," Roger said. "I promise I will grow up so that you'll be proud of me. I won't forget the words you wrote in that book as long as I live, Mother. They were beautiful, Mother."
He kissed his mother on the cheek again and this time walked across the room until he was out of sight.
My son, the cocksman, Norma thought, proud of his firm, young body and alert young mind. And now she had discovered a new quality in him. He was sensitive and he had character. The last vestige of guilt left her as, smiling, she began turning off the lights in the house one by one and prepared to go to her bedroom and sleep by herself.