Chapter 4
"Look at her, man! Just look at all that creamy, pampered flesh," Ricky Benson was saying to his buddy Vic. They stood in the doorway of the old mansion that had been turned into Stepping tone House and watched Stacy frolicking on the lawn with three of the younger boys. "Look at the way those big boobs push out the front of her sweater, and look at those smooth muscles rippling in her thighs. Man, ain't she gonna be about the greatest fuck we ever had?"
"Yeah, yeah, she'd be something all right," Vic said, licking his lips as he ogled the way Stacy's white shorts pulled taut across the round hillocks of her buttocks and outlined the plump mound between her thighs. "I could really dig fuckin' a broad like that but-"
"But what?" Ricky demanded without taking his eyes off Stacy as she raced around playing tag with the O'Leary twins and young Timmy. "You got some doubts about us making it with her?"
Vic hesitated. "I don't know, Rick. I know you're a real stud when it comes to chicks but...well, this Stacy is high class stuff, sort of like what they used to call a lady, and I'll bet she keeps a pretty tight rein on that fuzzy blonde cunt."
"Aw, that just proves you got shit for brains, man. Lady' is just a imagine name for the half of the human race that has cunts, and anything with a cunt can be had. All you got to know is the right angle to approach it from."
Vic still looked doubtful. "Maybe so, but it just seems to me that Stacy is a...you know, kind of an idealist type...like she's kind of above sex, you know?"
"Ha!" Ricky snorted. That one above sex? Look at her, man! Look at the way she flaunts that lush body! Women who are above sex, if there is any such animal, keep what they've got covered up; they don't bounce it around in tight sweaters and short shorts."
"Yeah, I know, but it's kind of like she doesn't know it exists. I mean, she's got so many other things on her mind that she doesn't notice when her boobs brush your cheek or her thigh touches your arm, not even when she opens her legs with a mini-skirt on so we can see her panties and the curly fringe around the edges."
Ricky looked at his sidekick with a little more respect. 'You're right about that. She doesn't know what she's doing. She's not doing all that on purpose. She does it because deep down inside her somewhere there's a need for her to do it, a subconscious compulsion to display herself to dudes like us."
"You talk like a shrink."
"Yeah, I know, I spent a lot of time rapping with the shrink over at Little Q. That Miss Quiggley. She was a real dog when it came to looks but she really responded to the proper stimulation and not only fucked like mink but gave me kind of an education in the female psyche. I figure that's gonna come in real handy here at good old Stepping Stone House."
'Yeah, but look, Rick, if Stacy doesn't know she has these feelings, how you gonna get her to admit it and let us satisfy 'em? My dong is just achin' to satisfy that pretty blonde cunnie of hers."
"Mine too, and she'll let us 'cause the Stacy who tantalizes us every chance she gets is the real basic Stacy," Rick said. "The other Stacy who comes on like a high class lady is just a front...a put-on...a facade."
"Oh, man, I hope you're right," Vic said fervently.
"Look at her if you don't believe me," Ricky said, nodding toward the group on the lawn. Stacy had tagged one of the red-headed twins and was now tumbling on the grass with him. "All that horsing around is to cover the fact that she's rubbing her puss against his crotch and giving him an ache in the balls that hell remember all his life."
"Jesus, you think she'd really want to take on a kid that young?" Vic asked, watching Stacy playfully clutch the redhead's face to her magnificent bosom.
"Deep down inside she'd like to make it with anyone that's got a cock," Ricky said. "Any woman can be made with the right approach, but some are harder to make than others and a few are so hard as to make it not worth the time it would take, but not this one. No, our Stacy is one of the easy ones and I'm gonna make my big move pretty soon."
"Man, Rick, I sure got to admire you-you got it all figured out."
"Yeah, I'm something kinda special, I guess," Ricky said with no sign of a smile.
"Okay, guys, time's up," they heard Stacy say as she untangled herself from the three boys. "I've got to get dressed for a meeting."
Regretfully, the boys released the blonde director of Stepping Stone House who bounded to her feet with all the grace of an athlete, waved to them and started toward the house.
"Tell you what," Ricky said as Stacy went in through a side door that was nearer to her office. "Let's go help Stacy get dressed. And being such perfect little gentlemen, we'll grab a few free feels while we're at it."
"You wouldn't...you wouldn't dare walk in on her while she's dressing!" Vic said. "Would you?"
"Vic, baby, you know I would," Ricky grinned and turned down the hall in the direction of Stacy's office which she frequently used as a dressing room so she could spend more time at the house between appointments.
Vic walked along beside him, obviously eager and excited. "Jeez, maybe we'll get to see her naked, Rick."
"Yeah, baby, you stick with me and you'll enjoy your stay here. But take it easy, don't walk so fast. We don't want to walk in on her too soon. Why waste an opportunity like this? Give her time to get stripped."
"Yeah," Vic breathed, "let her get the clothes off."
Ricky stopped near the door to the office. "We'll stand here for a minute or so. Calm down. Lean against the wall. Take a couple of drags of your cigarette. Think about bow groovy it's gonna be. We don't want to go barging in too soon. She thinks we're a couple of real sincere dudes. We don't want to ruin that impression or miss seeing her bare boobs, do we?"
"No, no," Vic agreed, barely able to contain himself for thinking about Stacy's lovely cream and gold body. "But suppose she locks the door before she strips."
Ricky snorted. "She never locks doors. This one is just like all the other doors around this funny farm. She keeps them all unlocked so none of us dudes will get the idea that she doesn't trust us."
"Yeah," Vic said, smiling. "She really is kind of a stupid shit when it comes to that trust business, isn't she?"
"Idealistic, like you said, but stupid too," Ricky said.
"Another one of those super do-gooders who think it's their mission in life to reform the world, but all they ever succeed in doing is make it worse than it was before."
"Hey, is it time yet?" Vic asked impatiently. "You think she's naked yet?"
"How long do you suppose it takes to get out of a pullover sweater, a pair of shorts, panties and bra?"
"Not very long. I think she's had enough time. Anyway, I can't wait any longer."
"Let's go then," Ricky said. "Remember, we just go barging in like we have no idea she's naked, and we apologize and keep on apologizing like mad 'cause the more we apologize the more we're gonna get to see."
"Man, Rick, with your brains, you're gonna be President some day."
"Naw. It don't take no brains to be President...no balls either," Rick said as he reached for the door handle. "What I'd really like to do is run the Mafia's white slavery organization. That takes brains and balls."
Stacy's outer office was empty except for a few pieces of furniture. She thought having a secretary at Stepping Stone House would look too pretentious. The two boys crossed to the door of the inner office.
"Okay, let's go!" Ricky whispered and threw the door open and strode in with Vic at his heels.
Stacy was standing in front of an open closet. The shower was running in the adjoining bathroom and she was just about ready to step into it. She was balanced on one leg with the other up in the air, a pair of white panties halfway down it. Otherwise, she was completely naked.
Vic sucked in his breath as he stared at the perfect globes of the woman's breasts, the rich creamy flesh in sharp contrast to the carmine nipples. He nearly choked on the rush of air expelled from his lungs while his eyes raced over the smooth lithe hips, the taut belly and the luxuriant golden hair that covered but didn't completely hide the soft petals of her labia.
"Oh, my God, Stacy! We're sorry! We had no idea..." Rick was saying as the woman stared back at them in astonishment.
"Yeah, no idea...we didn't know," Vic echoed his leader automatically, his mind really on the way Stacy's awkward position with one leg raised tended to partially open the plump pink lips of her cunt. He could see the shine of wet slippery flesh and he felt a little dizzy. He hadn't imagined he would get to see this much.
"We wouldn't have come barging in like this, Stacy, but we thought you were out on the lawn playing with the kids and we wanted to see the funnies out of yesterday's paper and..."
"Yeah, we didn't think you'd care if we just took the funnies," Vic said, thinking she'd be an idiot to believe that and wondering a little that she was so slow to react and reach for something to cover up with.
"Here, Stacy, let me get your robe," Ricky said, reaching for the short smock-like garment thrown across a chair. "I wouldn't have had this happen for anything. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, and we still respect you, respect you an awful lot. . . it won't make any difference that we've seen you..." Vic bit his lip to shut himself up. All he wanted was to look...to look at the way the glorious golden globes of satiny flesh rolled sensuously upward as Stacy straightened up and reached for the robe...to look at the fleecy blondness of her pubic hair and wonder what it would be like to stroke his throbbing cock through that silken nest into the soft wetness of her open cunt. "Here you go, Stacy, let me help you," Ricky said, pretending clumsiness as he held the robe for her and letting his hand brush across one nipple and then the other.
"Let me help too," Vic said and leaped forward so suddenly to clutch at the robe that he caused Ricky to drop it. He beat Rick and Stacy in retrieving it by crouching down instead of leaning over, and as she bent to get it, his face brushed the inside of her thigh only an inch or so away from the lush blondness that covered her mound of love. Frozen for a moment by the incredible nearness, he stared entranced at the ripe plumpness of the labia, at the long rosy slit of her womanhood, while he breathed in deeply the fragrance of her pubic area. His nostrils flared at the wildly erotic medley of smells. She had been exercising, so there was sweat-fresh feminine sweat, not the rank strong odor found in men's locker rooms; but there was also perfume, a subtle blend of mind-blowing scents that hinted at unimaginable pleasures. And there was something else, something so incredibly arousing that he felt his whole body jerking in excitement That was the special woman smell, the essence of Stacy's passionate vagina.
"Oh God, oh God!" Vic groaned, almost falling over backward and turning hastily to crawl away across the room.
"What is it Vic, what's the matter?" Stacy asked in concern as the boy stumbled to his feet and dashed out through the office.
"He's embarrassed by what happened," Ricky said, wrapping the robe around Stacy and holding it in place with his hands resting lightly on the full mounds of her breasts. "He's really a very shy boy."
"Yes, I'm sure he is," Stacy said, sounding a little uneasy. "I guess I really should have been more careful and disrobed in the bathroom. I didn't mean to distress you boys."
"It's our fault, Stacy," Ricky said, moving his palms just enough to rub against the tight peaks of her nipples. "I don't know how you can ever forgive us."
"There's nothing to forgive," Stacy said, looking down at his hands as though wondering how they got there and what they were doing. "It was just one of those unfortunate accidents that happen when people are around each other a lot. It doesn't amount to anything as long as it doesn't get blown out of proportion."
"Well, you can be sure I will forget it," Ricky said, "and I'll see that Vic does too. You'll never hear about it again from this moment on."
"Thank you, Ricky. You're a very nice, decent boy."
"Being around you would make anyone decent, Stacy," Ricky said in his sincerest voice. "I'm not as bad as the pigs tried to make out. I did do one or two pretty seedy things, but ever since I've been here with you, I've changed...really changed."
Stacy could feel his hard young body molded to her back and his hands still on her breasts, but she was so touched by his words that she ignored the implications such touching would ordinarily convey. She knew she was right, that her way of dealing with juveniles was the right way, and she didn't want to jeopardize the influence for good she felt she was having on Ricky by carping about meaningless, accidental physical contact.
"Well, I've got to go take my shower and dress," she said brightly. "My appointment is quite important." She made a move to pull away but Ricky didn't release his grip on her for a moment. He was thinking how easy it would be to push her down on the couch and help himself to her luscious body. She might put up a token resistance, but she'd give in quickly enough and he knew she wouldn't yell rape afterwards. To do so would be to compromise her whole project here.
No, don't rush it, boy, he cautioned himself. If you play it right, she will practically ask you and that will be twice as groovy because she'll do anything you ask her to then.
So he reluctantly released her and made himself smile as she started for the bathroom with a toss of her golden hair and a pleased glance at him over her shoulder.
"Will you be back later, Stacy?" Ricky asked. "The guys will be taking their usual swim this evening and it would be nice if you could join us. It really encourages the fellas when you do things with them."
"Well," she said, pausing with the door half closed, "I did have something else planned but I'll see if I can't cancel it I wouldn't want to disappoint you boys."
"You're a wonderful person, Stacy," Ricky said. "I hope all those other guys appreciate just how lucky they are to have you here. God knows I tell them often enough."
"You're sweet Ricky," Stacy said and closed the bathroom door.
Yeah, Tm sweet, you sexy bitch. Just wait until you find out how sweet my cock is, just wait until you feel it screwing into that blonde cunt of yours, just wait until you suck it for me like it was a candy cane. You'll think it's yummy when you feel it ramming in and out of your lady-like mouth, Ricky thought as he walked out through the outer office and stepped into the hall.
Vic was just coming out of the first floor restroom when Ricky walked toward the front of the house. The Italian youth had a bemused look on his face and was shaking his head in disbelief.
"I can't believe it" Vic said, "I really can't believe it"
"Can't believe what?" Ricky demanded, irritated because he had come so close to just pushing Stacy down and mounting her that his dong was aching. "What's eating you?"
"I creamed my jeans, just like that," he snapped his fingers, "without doing anything but looking...looking and smelling that gorgeous cunt made me get off."
"So that's why you were crawling around on the floor like an idiot," Ricky laughed. "I told Stacy you were embarrassed about walking in and finding her that way."
Vic snickered. "I was embarrassed to have my pants filled with jism over nothing but a look and a smell. Oh, man, that smell! I never smelled anything like that. Let me tell you about that perfumed pussy and how it smelled."
"Don't bother," Ricky said. "I'll find out for myself tonight."
"Yeah? Did you ask her? What did she say?"
"Don't be a shit. Of course I didn't ask her. You never ask a woman, you tell her. If you ask, she gets the idea she has a choice, and being such dopes most of them will usually say no. But if you tell them to assume the position and open their legs, they do it, and their consciences don't bother them then because it's all your doing."
"You're a genius, Rick," Vic said admiringly, "but I just can't believe Stacy will do it just because you tell her to."
"Okay, smart ass, you be in the pool tonight when she comes to swim with us and you'll see her do it."
"In the pool? With everybody around? You're crazy."
"In the pool, but not with everyone around. She's not ready to pull a train yet. Your job is to see that the others leave when I say so."
"Oh. And what about me?" Vic asked.
"You're my buddy, aren't you? Haven't I always taken care of you and seen that you got your share."
"Yeah, but-"
"So you'll get to watch while I fuck her."
"Watch? You mean, that's all?" The dismay on Vic's face was ludicrous. "Ricky, I can't stand it. I'll come in my pants again. I can't live without that golden cunt. Please, Rick, I'll do anything you say!"
"Well, I can't have you whacking off all over the place," the blond youth said, "but Stacy's awful special stuff. I mean, you don't share that kind of stuff with everybody."
"But you said I could. You said you were going to make her do it with me and the other dudes."
"I know, but that was before I saw what a delicious cunt she has. That's eating cunt, man. I am going to graze in that pasture and I don't want a lot of guys messing it up with their dirty come."
"AUW, COME ON, Rick. She could take a bath in between. You wouldn't have to lick no wet deck. By the time she takes a bath and puts perfume and stuff on you'll never know I creamed into it."
"Well...I'll think it over," Ricky said. Actually he never intended to do anything else but share Stacy with Vic and the others. Making her do it with them was part of the fun. A woman like that had certain moral standards that would permit her to consider being fucked by one guy as an "affair" or a "relationship," but having to put out for a group of males would make her feel degraded. And that's what he wanted. He wanted to destroy the blonde perfection of Stacy Norris even more than he wanted to use her for his sexual pleasure. It wasn't that he had anything against the woman. He rather liked her, in fact, but he couldn't resist the extra sadistic kick of totally debasing her.
About an hour after their early dinner, the boys at Stepping Stone House gathered in the pool for their swim with their director. Stacy had started this pool get-together the day after their arrival and the boys seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. She was seemingly unaware of what the boys enjoyed most about the swim-her nearly nude body.
Somehow it had never occurred to her that a modified string bikini was not proper attire for a lovely woman to wear in the company of youths who were known to be hyperactive sexually. The top of the swimsuit did little to conceal the big beautiful cones of her breasts; the bottom was supposed to cover her pubic area and that's all it did. The rest of her was bare and what this did to the boys who swam with her would have been obvious to anyone who took the trouble to look at the swollen lumps in the front of their shorts. But Stacy didn't look and wouldn't have believed she was responsible if she had.
She did find it a little odd, however, that so many of her charges wanted swimming lessons. It had been her understanding at the beginning that all but one or two of them could swim, but now she found herself with a whole pool full of "learners." Not that it mattered. Stacy was always willing and eager to help the boys in any way they wanted.
"Here, let me keep you afloat, Vic," she said to the husky Italian youth. "That will leave your arms and legs free to practice your backstroke."
She was treading water beside him and when she put her forearms under his back, it brought her partially bare breasts to rest along his left side. For almost a minute, Vic just floated there staring at the pale woman-flesh pressed against his own swarthy hairy chest.
"Well, Vic?" Stacy said finally. "Aren't you going to try your backstroke?"
"Huh? Oh...yeah, yeah," Vic said, having become so engrossed in enjoying the feel of her that he had forgotten what the excuse for this charade was. He began to work his arms and feet vigorously, taking care each time to let his hand run up the cool smoothness of Stacy's thigh and across her midriff.
The other boys were paddling close around them-except for Ricky, who hung back swimming lazily back and forth across the width of the pool while he waited for the right moment to make his move.
The O'Leary twins were like frolicsome puppies, surface diving and playing tag around Stacy's legs. Sonny Tucker was directly behind her, treading water also, and so close that his thighs were touching the backs of hers and his feet occasionally trailed up the inside of her calves. Artie Lopez was on her right and "Candy" Cane, with his long hair plastered wetly to his face, was on her left. Both boys were taking every opportunity to rub against her while she worked with Vic. Candy's swollen erection was actually pressed to the side of her thigh and Sonny Tucker's more massive prod bumped against her buttocks with each scissoring movement of their legs.
Stacy seemed to be oblivious to all of this, but to the intently watching Rick there seemed to be a change in her eyes. She's getting excited. She doesn't realize it, but she's getting hot as a weenie on the grill. All that male flesh is getting to her, especially those big dongs of Candy and Sonny. I better move in before someone else has her begging for it like the naughty lady she is under all that idealistic blah.
Jerry O'Leary ducked his freckled face under the water and dove directly between Stacy's churning thighs. As he dove, he turned over and looked upward at the triangle of her womanhood. In the water, the skimpy bottom of her bikini covered less than it had before. The boy could see not only the blonde fringe showing around the edges, but the beginning of the pouty pink cunt as well. Avoiding Sonny's kicking legs, Jerry popped to the top and looked around for his brother. Catching Terry's eye, he winked and waggled a finger in his direction. Terry joined him and they dove together, passing like twin torpedos between Stacy's tireless thighs. Jerry pointed out the erotic display and angled upward so that his head was between the beautiful legs and the thighs rubbed against his cheeks. Impulsively he pressed his mouth against the pink slit exposed by the displaced scrap of nylon and let his hot tongue lick along the labia as far as it could reach.
Ricky saw Stacy's eyes widen in surprise and then he observed something else: an intense far away look came into her eyes and her mouth went slightly slack.
The time had come and Ricky knew he'd better move in fast With quick short strokes he made his way into the crowd around Stacy. Since he was the only one who knew exactly what he was going to do, it was easy to shoulder the smaller boys aside and push as though by accident between Sonny and Stacy. In a few moments, it was his heavy shaft that was resting between her pert round buttocks. Then with supreme nonchalance he reached to untie the string of her bikini top and let it float away.
Before dumbfounded Stacy could recover from finding her breasts completely exposed, Ricky's nimble fingers had darted to the tie of the bottom half of her suit and deftly stripped downward and off the meager protection it had provided.
"Oh, my God!" Stacy gasped, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and then dropping one to her crotch to try to cover it. "My bikini, where's my bikini?"
"All right, you guys!" Ricky bellowed. "Everybody out of the pool! On the double! I don't know which one of you dudes did that but out you go! Right now, come on!"
"Yeah, come on, you wise guys, that's enough horsing around!" Vic took up the cry. "Out, all of you! You've embarrassed Stacy enough!"
"You punks ought to be ashamed of yourselves after how nice she's been," Ricky yelled, as working together like a pair of well-trained sheepdogs, he and Vic herded the other boys out of the pool and into the dressing room beyond.
"Okay, you keep watch," Ricky said to Vic. "Guard that door and don't let anybody back in."
"Okay, Rick, but how about me?"
"You can peek once in a while if you want and later you'll get yours."
"Right on!" Vic whispered excitedly. "Go get her!"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Ricky said, unzipping his shorts and shoving them down off his legs as he paddled back to where Stacy was searching frantically and futilely for her swim suit.