Chapter 9
Roger was just coming out of his mother's bedroom late one night when he almost collided with Hester in the hallway just outside the door.
"What were you doing in there?" the English secretary demanded, jumping back hastily to avoid actual contact with him. Her hair gleamed like burnished copper in the subdued glow of a nearby nightlight, but any illusion of warmth was offset by the cold, crisp tone of her voice. "That's Stacy's bedroom and you have no business in there."
Her domineering manner and obsessive concern for his mother irritated Roger even more than usual. "I know whose room it is," he said. "You seem to forget that Stacy is my mother, Miss Bard, and I have every right to-"
To sneak into her bedroom and watch her undress? To expose her to your unnatural lust? Hasn't she got enough problems without you adding to them?" Hester asked with controlled fury. "She may trust you but I don't and from now on, you stay out of her room!"
"Who do you think you are to order me around?" Roger snapped. "And what the hell are you prowling the halls for this late? It's after midnight."
"Yes, I know," Hester said, chewing at her lower lip in an uncharacteristic show of nervousness. Tm worried about Stacy and I wanted to talk to her when she got home."
"Why?" Roger asked, although he thought he knew what was bothering the redhead. "None of your business!"
"Then it's none of your business what I was doing in her room," Roger said.
"You little beast! I know what you were doing and I'm not going to let you bother her any more tonight! You come along to the den with me and-"
"You go to hell!" Roger said. "I don't have to take orders from you."
Hester scowled but her voice lost a little of its preemptory command. "It's for your good as well as Stacy's, Roger. Don't you want to be protected against your evil nature? I should think you'd want your mother to be safe from your incestuous desires."
"Oh, we're back riding that hobby-horse again, are we? Well, I got news for you! I'm not as hard up for sex as you seem to think. No matter how I feel about Stacy, she's perfectly safe with me no matter how she romps around naked."
"I don't believe you. I'll bet you have a hard-on right now." She was standing between him and the light, legs apart and hands on her hips, and her summery cotton dress and slip did little to hide the full outlines of her excellent legs and slender body.
"If I do have a hard-on," he said, letting his eyes slide up and down the trim silhouette, "it has nothing at all to do with Stacy."
"Don't try to blame it on me!" she snapped and stepped to the side away from the light. "I knew you couldn't be trusted! Come on into the den and I'll take care of you. Stacy needs her rest. They're really running her ragged down at the awful home for wayward boys."
Roger couldn't have agreed more. Actually, the only reason he had gone into his mother's room was to see if she was home yet from Stepping Stone House. There was some land of trouble going on there and he was hoping she'd tell him what it was instead of brooding and pacing the floor the way she had been doing the few hours she spent at home. But Stacy hadn't come in yet and he was just leaving when he ran into Hester.
"Come along. The den is far enough away that we won't disturb her."
Roger hesitated. "I don't know whether I want to or not. The way you do it, it's kind of mechanical. A guy-likes to have a little affection or at least a little reciprocal passion along with a blowjob. It's not much fun being sucked off by a machine."
"How dare you use language like that to me!" Hester's violet eyes flashed angrily. "You're a dirty-minded, dirty-mouthed little boy and if it wasn't for Stacy, I'd have nothing to do with you! I'm willing to help you for her sake but you needn't presume there's more to it than that. It's strictly therapy and that's all it is."
"Good therapists try to make their patients comfortable," Roger said, "so how about you taking your clothes off this time and-"
"If you want relief," she interrupted briskly, "you'll have to take it on my terms. I'm certainly not going to...to wallow in lust with you."
Roger shrugged. He really would have liked a go at that groovy body of hers, but what she was offering was better than nothing. And after the disaster at the Conroys, he didn't have too many prospects left. "Okay," he said, 'let's go get relief."
Hester nodded and walked on ahead of him, holding herself very straight and stiff and not permitting her nicely turned bottom to sway as much as half an inch in either direction.
Inside the den with the door closed behind them, she turned to Roger and inquired coolly, "Would you like to sit on the desk or would a chair be better?" She might as well have been asking if he wanted sugar or lemon in his tea.
"Well, I'd kind of like a kiss first," he said and grabbed her before she could move away and pulled her against him.
"Let me gol You nasty little beast, let me go!" Hester snarled, but Roger ignored both the words and the unrelenting stiffness of her body as he pulled her still closer, tilted her head back and pressed his lips down on hers.
For a moment her mouth was his and he kissed the unresponsive lips and tried to push the tip of his tongue between them. The barrier gave way suddenly and then he was yelping in pain and pushing her away.
"You goddamn bitch, you bit me!"
Hester showed her teeth in a savage grin. "My lips are not available to you for kissing. It's my mouth and I decide what it will be used for."
"For sucking cocks, you mean," he said.
"When I choose to do so, yes," she said, "but only on my terms. If you want what I can give, sit down somewhere and open your pants."
"You are really weird, you know that?" he said, unzipping his fly and walking toward a chair. "How do I know you won't bite my dong off?"
She smiled mirthlessly. "That's a chance you have to take."
Roger sat down and eyed her warily as she came to stand in front of him. Tm not sure I want to. After all, I do have quite a bit to lose."
"I don't think you need worry," Hester said, her eyes wide and intent as she looked at his strong young cock. "I'm a vegetarian."
Roger had a feeling that the lady, in her grim way, was putting him on, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He was watching Hester carefully wipe off her hp-stick on a tissue, toss it in the wastebasket and pick up a cushion from the chaise and toss it at his feet.
"You think of everything," he said.
"That's what makes me such a good secretary," she said. "Besides, why should I be uncomfortable and why should you have lipstick smeared all over your penis...unless, of course, you want to show it to Stacy as evidence of my reprehensible conduct."
"Do you really think I'd expose myself in front of my mother?"
"I think you'd like to," she said, her clipped accent more pronounced than ever.
She didn't like him to refer to Stacy as his mother, Roger decided, and wondered why. Maybe because it reminded her that Stacy had once had a husband, had given herself to a man. Perhaps it ruined whatever fantasy she had built up in her mind around Stacy.
The redhead knelt fully clothed between his outstretched legs. He thought he detected a slight shudder run through her as she eyed his genitals and he was sure he saw her lips twitch.
"Why do you do it if it turns you off?" he asked, watching her long white fingers curl around his shaft.
"One does what one has to do," she said and moved her hand up and down the length of his cock to arouse him more fully.
"Yes, but who says you have to do this?" Although he had enjoyed the first mouth job she had done on him, the whole thing was wrong, out of focus in some way.
Fellatio was something a woman did for a man she loved or at least lusted for, not performed as preventive medicine for incest.
"I say I have to. My conscience tells me I have to, that I must protect Stacy at any cost." Her voice was low but steady as she bent her head and touched her lips to the tip of his cock.
"Ummmmmm," he murmured as the red tongue lapped at the rounded, nub of his maleness and sent irresistible sensations racing through his body. There was no point in arguing with her, he rationalized. The chick was obviously crazy and you weren't supposed to argue with crazy people. So she had a thing about Stacy. That was her problem. It was useless to speculate about it, and anyway his mind was refusing to function properly as his body reacted to the stimulus of the redhead's cool but very effective lips.
It was all very efficient. She drew his cock in to a suitable depth, then began using her mouth, lips taut around the throbbing distension and cheeks puffed out to accommodate it. He felt the sucking begin and knew those well-trained lips were going to produce the same soul-shattering result that they had the last time. Then her tongue stirred and became part of the action, fluttering and vibrating against the swollen joint. Roger moaned and edged forward on the chair reaching for her.
His hands found her breasts and cupped around them, squeezing gently through the fabric of dress and bra. Instantly the delightful sucking and licking stopped and his abandoned dong flopped out of her mouth as her arms came up in a movement like that of a wrestler breaking a strangle hold and knocked his hands away.
"Keep your hands off me! Who gave you permission to touch me there?"
"For God's sake, Hester, you're sucking my cock! What's so bad about my fondling your breasts?"
"I don't want you to touch me, understand? And don't call me Hester! You can address me as Ms. Bard if you must talk to me!" she hissed like an angry cat. "If you want what you're getting, do it my way!"
"Okay, okay," Roger said, putting his hands behind him. "No hands, no Hester." He would just as soon have told her to go to hell but his dong was throbbing like a sore thumb and desperately needed the therapy she was offering. For the time being, he had to go along with her goofy ideas, but later...well, maybe later things might be different. "You win."
She nodded curtly and returned to her task, taking his enflamed cock into her mouth again. He sighed as the warm cavern closed over him and the delightful sucking resumed, the soft lips aided and abetted by the hyperactive tongue which started again on its tantalizing journey over his flesh.
This gal sure knew how to suck a cock. Without working up a sweat or even breathing hard, she could work devastating magic. It stood to reason that she must have had a lot of practice to be so good at it, but the way she felt about men didn't fit in with that idea and Roger couldn't quite picture her perfecting her technique on a pickle or a banana.
For someone who didn't want to be touched, Hester didn't seem to mind touching. She had lifted his testicles in the palms of her cool hands and now her slender white fingers were delicately manipulating the tautly drawn up speroids while her mouth worked industriously to draw their life-giving contents out and leave them temporarily useless.
Maybe that was why she preferred dealing with sex in this way. Perhaps it pleased her to deflect a man's natural urge into an act that was non-threatening to a woman, that allowed her to conquer instead of submitting.
Roger moaned at the effectiveness of what she was doing, and the contrast between her calm face and emotionless eyes and the busily working mouth was fantastic. What in the hell, he wondered, would it take to get her excited? She wasn't even breathing fast. What could he do to turn her on? How can you warm up a woman who's so cold even a mouthful of cock doesn't faze her? He had to figure something out or he'd be wondering about it the rest of his life.
But even those thoughts were dissolving in the cold fires of the woman's mouth. She was drawing him in deeper, the head of his shaft was entering her upper throat and the sucking was becoming more intense as the strong neck muscles went into action.
"Man, you're something else," he muttered and bucked toward her, trying to drive his cock still deeper into the effortlessly sucking cauldron that Hester's mouth had become.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her head and thrust his shaft in and out in a rhythm that matched the thunderous beat in his veins, but he knew such a move would be disastrous. One more violation of the law she had laid down and it would be all over. He had no doubt that she would simply get up and walk away, taking a grim satisfaction from knowing the agony she'd left him in.
He tightened his hands on the arms of the chair and hung on tight, breathing hard and moaning while she rolled his flaming flesh around in her mouth, using her tongue as a lever to flip it back and forth and using her compressed lips on its base to help hasten the explosion she was aiming for.
"It won't be long now," he said between gritted teeth. "I can feel it coming. Oh God, I want to drive in deeper and deeper...I want to fuck your mouth my way."
She ignored his words and there wasn't a flicker of expression on her face, but the pressure of her lips and throat increased noticeably, picking up the tempo until he was lifted in such a crescendo of carnal bliss that he almost blacked out.
"Now...now!" he howled, half rising in his seat and balancing himself on his hands as his cock pulsed and leaped in her mouth, knocking her head back and spilling hot jism in such a torrent down her throat that the calm expression on her face almost faded.
But she didn't falter. She made no movement to avoid swallowing his come but actually kept sucking and gulping until the last droplets were coaxed forth and the overflow covered her lips and chin.
"There, that will take care of you for a while," Hester said, releasing his limp organ and letting it droop down between his thighs. "Stacy will be safe for one more night from your evil designs."
"I got news for you," Roger couldn't resist saying. "Stacy was safe anyway. Not only because I wouldn't harm a hair on her head, but because she hasn't come in yet."
"What?" Hester stopped wiping her mouth and looked at her watch. "You're lying...you must be! It's after one o'clock and she nearly always leaves that Stepping Stone place around seven or eight."
"Well, tonight she didn't. She's been doing that a lot lately, haven't you noticed?"
There was something close to panic in Hester's face now. The glacial calm was gone. "Maybe she's been in an accident! Shouldn't we call the police or the hospitals
"Oh, I'm sure she's all right," Roger said. "I guess there's just a lot to do to keep the project running, although why she bothers with that bunch of bums I'll never understand."
"Nor I," Hester said, and then as though embarrassed at having agreed with him, immediately attacked from another angle. "You mean that you knew she wasn't home and you let me go ahead and-" She gestured furiously at the cushion at his feet and his deflated cock.
Roger grinned. "You're the one who jumped to conclusions. I just went in Stacy's room to borrow a couple of aspirin. I had a headache but it seems to be gone now. I think you sucked it right out of me."
"Why, you dirty little pig! You used me! You used me!"
"It was your idea, not mine."
"Pig! Male chauvinist pig!" she screeched and caught him a stinging blow across the left cheek while raking her fingernails across the right.
Roger leaped to his feet and lifted a fist to strike back at her but dropped it and reached to pull up his pants instead. Hitting a woman wasn't his style, and besides, he wasn't sure he could handle this red-headed fury in a free-for-all.
"Get out! Go to your room and stay there!" Hester yelled. "I'm going to wait for Stacy. I must talk to her."
Roger glowered at her, holding his handkerchief to his scratched cheek. 'I'll get even with you for this, you man-hating witch!"
"Don't make threats you can't carry out," she said and turned her back on him.
Seething with frustrated anger, Roger left the room, his ego smarting as much as his cheek. Damn that arrogant bitch! I'll get back at her some way! I'll figure out something! I'll pay her back in a way she'll really hate!
Hours later when the first cool of dawn began to creep into his room, he woke up to use the bathroom and noticed the light from the hall was still shining under his door. He decided to go check and see if his mother had come in and was surprised to see light streaming from the open door of the den when he stepped into the hall.
Had Hester left the light on accidentally or was she still sitting in there waiting for Stacy? He padded silently down the carpeted hall to investigate. Pausing outside the door, he heard deep, regular breathing and realized the redhead must have fallen asleep. He went inside and found her sprawled in the same easy chair he had occupied earlier. Her head had fallen forward and she was dead to the world.
"Well, how about that? She couldn't stay awake for her lady love and is taking a little snooze."
He approached her quietly and stared down at her with quickening pulses. The way she was slumped in the chair had twisted her skirt and pulled it high up on her thighs. From where he stood, he could see the tops of her nylons and a band of white flesh above. There was no doubt that she had good legs.
The longer he stood there looking, the odder it seemed to him that this kooky broad had sucked him off twice and this was the most he'd ever seen of her body. He was tempted to try to see a little more. He wasn't really a voyeur, but Hester's antagonistic attitude toward him rankled more than he cared to admit and that blow in the face last night had really made him burn. So why not take advantage of her deep sleep and take a peek at her closely guarded flesh? It would be one way of getting even for all the insults he'd taken from her.
"Hey, what's this?" he muttered in surprise, picking up a bottle of tranquilizers from the lamp table next to the chair. "Guess she got so upset thinking about what could have happened to Stacy that she had to take something to calm down and it knocked her out for a couple of hours. Man, she is really asleep! I'll bet almost nothing would wake her up right now."
He crouched down in front of her, staring at the lovely curve of thigh and feeling both lust and the desire for revenge budding up inside him. He wanted to push that skirt up around her waist and get a good, close-up view of her lower body. He wanted to open her blouse, unhook her bra and fondle those boobs she guarded as though they were precious jewels.
"Hey, Hester! Hester, wake up!" He didn't exactly yell but he spoke loudly enough to wake anyone in a normally deep sleep. "Wake up, you prim little lady! I want to put my cock someplace besides in your cold automated mouth! I want to see if that cunt of yours has any juice sweeter than vinegar in it!"
Hester didn't stir or give any indication that she heard.
Roger was elated. What a perfect way to get back at the woman, not only for the way she treated him, but for panting after Stacy. She just about had to be lez, considering her strong attachment to Stacy and her dislike of being kissed or caressed by a man. But if she really was, how could she bring herself to suck a guy off? It must be just some kind of additional quirk in her emotional makeup.
Reaching for the small pearl buttons that held her dress closed, he began working them free of the loops. When he reached her waist, he unhooked the catch there and pushed the dress top back off her shoulders and ran his fingers along the pale flesh of her neck and the upper curve of her small high breasts.
"Not bad so far," he whispered. "Let's see what else there is." He reached behind her and worked the hooks of her bra loose and pushed the cups out of the way. "Ah ha, they are cute little boobs." He squeezed the firm mounds gently and rubbed his thumbs over the perky coral nipples. "Pretty little titties...virginal breasts if I ever saw any. No dude has ever sucked on those sweet shy fauns, not until now anyway."
He leaned over the chair and touched his lips to the puckery tips, tasting them with his tongue and then sucking at them softly.
Hester made a sound deep in her throat and for a moment he thought she was going to wake up, but then she sighed and seemed to settle deeper into sleep. Roger grew bolder, holding her breasts tighter with his hands and letting his tongue roam happily all over the ivory slopes and into the valley between, licking the faintly scented flesh with a pleasure that was increased by the knowledge of how horrified the redhead would be if she knew what he was doing.
"Sleep tight, baby, while daddy has his fun," he whispered and sucked the nipples into coral spikes while his hands slid down to her thighs and stroked them lovingly. She was really crashed. He probably could stretch her out on the chaise and fuck her half the morning and she wouldn't wake up, but there was something else he wanted to do first, something that would maybe turn her on, especially if she was lez.
He moved back a little and spread her knees wide, then knelt between them and shoved her dress up until it was bunched around her middle, and surveyed the erotic display of forbidden flesh. He gloated over the bare breasts, the nipples still peaked and wet from his sucking, the slender shapely thighs banded by the stocking tops halfway to the crotch and the brief panties that molded the flare of hips and well of womanhood. His pulses were racing and the lacy white bikini briefs excited him still more. He had almost been afraid to look for fear she wore men's shorts or something similar. But these were groovy and sexy as hell, his only objection to them being that they covered up the most exciting part of the goodies.
He wondered what would happen if he lifted her and pulled them down in one quick flip. It would probably wake her, but if that was the only way; he'd have to do it. He couldn't stop now, he had to see it all. While he thought about it, he pressed his lips to the satiny smoothness of her inner thighs, savoring the taste of her skin and breathing in the musky perfume and woman smell that emanated from between her thighs.
"She may be lez, but she's all woman," he mumbled, nosing his way up to the V of her crotch and sniffing at the tendrils of carroty hair that had escaped the edge of the panties. He put his hand on the cloth-covered mound and felt the springiness of pubic hair underneath, using a finger to trace the outline of the slit down its middle.
'If I don't do it now, I'll never forgive myself because m never get another chance. So what if she wakes up in the middle of it? What can she do but crack my skull open with the lamp?"
He moved his mouth over onto the lace, feeling the heat and smelling the spicy odor that permeated the mesh-like fabric. He opened his mouth and breathed against the cloth. A tremor ran down the length of the legs on either side of him and he thought he detected an increase in the dampness under his lips.
His passion skyrocketed and he burned hot kisses through the material with reckless disregard for awakening the girl. The taste and smell of her was driving him crazy and he wanted more, wanted his tongue and lips to have free access to that fresh, delicious cunt.
His fingers tested the elastic edge of the panties. If he could pull them far enough to one side, he could get at the tender gash and wallow in it to his heart's content.
Hester stirred and mumbled as he plucked the narrow strip of cloth up and away from her vulnerable pubes, holding it to the side securely hooked around his thumb. Then he examined the prize he had unveiled. The long, full-lipped gash was as ripe and luscious as some exotic fruit, a composite of all the cunts he had ever dreamed of. This was real eating stuff, a fantastic pasture of pleasure to graze in.
Another sound from Hester distracted him and he looked up at her face. It was faintly flushed and the merest suggestion of a smile curved her lips, but she was still sound asleep. "She's dreaming! Oh, you dreaming doll, if you could only see yourself all spread out like a banquet for my mouth!"
He lowered his head and returned his attention to the delectable red-forested cunt, kissing his way up the deep indentation where her thighs joined her groin, up over the slope of the mons veneris with the fragrant hair tickling his nose, and approached the partially open lips of love.
"Love me...love me," Hester mumbled indistinctly.
"I will, baby," he whispered against the wet warm flesh. "Just keep dreaming and I'll turn it into a wet dream for you pretty quick."
The labia were like lush ripe plums with a tart sweetness that he had never tasted before. It was delicious, and he couldn't keep from wondering if anyone had tasted it before him. Stacy, perhaps? Had she ever been with Stacy? Had this cunt ever been pressed and rubbed against Stacy's blonde beauty? Was he licking his mother s cunt by proxy? Oh, man, what a heart-stopping thought!
His tongue dipped thirstily into the honey coating the delicate flesh, and Hester's breathing seemed to quicken in her sleep. The sound of it encouraged him and urged him on, and he slid his tongue slowly into the virginal tightness of the cunt, forcing it steadily downward along the velvet lining of the sheath and tasting the incredibly heady woman wine.
Dizzy with his sense of conquest, Roger drove his tongue deeper, pressing his face tight to the slippery fissure and feeling the sensitive nubbin of the clitoris harden against the tip of his nose. Hester's thighs flexed and he felt the cool softness of them along his hot cheeks.
"Sweet, sweet pussy," he murmured as he lapped lustfully at the juicy well. "How did such a sour chick manage to grow such a sweet cunt?"
Hester twitched and mumbled endearments as his tongue made a broad sweep from the depths of her cunt to the button of her clit, and Roger's excitement was mounting by the second. The thrill of knowing a sleeping woman was enjoying what she would never have permitted if she'd been awake was making his cock throb. There was something particularly delicious about exploring and conquering this woman's cunt because of the jealous way she guarded it even during the intimacy of fellatio.
He drew the hardened clit between his lips and sucked on it until the girl whimpered, then moved down the gelatinous groove licking at the winey juice and glorying in its delightful aroma.
Slipping his hands carefully under her bottom, he cupped the rounded buttocks and lifted her slightly. Again his tongue moved over her clitoris, teasing it until it quivered, then he skidded down between the flaring labia and plunged deep into the wet velvet of her palpitating passageway.
Hester's thighs tightened around his face and he felt her orgasm begin. "Sweet...wonderful...love you so much...never thought you would, darling, never thought you would." She still wasn't awake but her pelvis was rolling and her cunt pushing against Roger's face, smearing him from eyebrows to chin with her sticky juice.
Roger lapped at her happily, delighted with himself for having brought this cold dispassionate woman to a climax. But his joy was short-lived.
Hester's voice was rising in passionate gratitude and thanksgiving and her words confirmed all his suspicions. "Oh, darling, darling Stacy! I never thought you'd love me this way! I'm so happy you feel the same way that I do!"