Chapter 6
Stacy stared down at the reddish brown organ she held in her hand. Her blue eyes were fixed on the smooth tumescent crown with its tiny mouth-like slit, the rolled ridge at its base and the heavy, corded length that ended in a rank, dark forest of pubic hair. She was both repelled and fascinated by this intimate view of male sexual equipment. Her breath began to come faster as her fingers curled around the ridged stalk, and the knowledge that this was the penis of a boy who was little more than a stranger to her sent an odd kind of thrill prickling along her skin and started her hand to moving up and down the fleshy pole.
She heard Vic's moan of pleasure but it seemed to come from far away. The feel of the hot pulsing man meat blotted out all other considerations. She wasn't concerned with giving the boy pleasure, only with the feelings that stirred in her as the rigid ramrod throbbed with life under her massaging fingers.
"Hey, not so fast! It feels so good...please make it last a little longer," Vic pleaded in a hoarse whisper.
Stacy made no answer. Her fingers skipped up to the rounded nub and danced back and forth over the sensitive glans, making the whole length of the engorged shaft quiver and jump. Stroking back down to the thick base, the fingers scrabbled around in the wiry black hair until they could lift and squeeze the tightly drawn testicles.
Vic gasped and shook, his face distorted with lust and his knees threatening to give way under him. He had masturbated himself often enough, but the sensation of having a beautiful naked woman do it to him while his best friend watched was beyond belief. Up until the moment he had seen and felt Stacy's hand on his aching cock, he hadn't believed this lovely, intelligent woman was capable of taking part in such a lascivious act.
Stacy's face was rapt but calm and her fingers unhurried as they went about their unusual task. Only the way her breasts were rising and falling more rapidly with each stroke betrayed the fact that she was nearly as excited as Vic by the contact. Her pulses were racing and her heart pounding and the warm wetness between her thighs oozed with fresh, fragrant dew.
"I can't hold it back...it's coming!" Vic gasped. "I'm gonna explode all over everything."
A moan escaped Stacy's lips as the thick male member swelled still more and began to jump and jerk in the palm of her hand. Moving her fingers quickly to the head of it, she touched the tiny opening just as it began to spew forth gobs of milky semen that drenched her hand and wrist.
"Oh, my God! Oh, Christ!" Vic howled as his spasming shaft poured forth its flood, spilling to the deck of the pool and spattering Stacy's legs.
"Hey, that was groovy!" Ricky said. "You did that real good, doll." He picked up a terry cloth robe and draped it around her shoulders. "Put that on and let's go. I got a nice little reward for you."
Stacy was staring at her sticky hand. "Reward? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do," Ricky laughed and nudged her with his newly swollen cock. "I'm gonna give you this, baby, and this time will be better than last."
"Ricky, you shouldn't say things like that to me," Stacy said, taking a handkerchief out of the pocket of the robe and wiping her hands on it.
"I shouldn't say what kind of things?" Rick demanded. "And why not?"
"Because...well, you shouldn't. After all, I'm-"
"You're what?" Ricky thrust his face close to Stacy's. "Tell me what you are, mama. Tell me all about you."
Stacy drew the robe tighter around her and looped the sash to hold it in place. "I'm in charge here, and you...you at least owe me a little respect no matter what happened a little while ago."
"Respect, ha!" Ricky laughed in her face. "How do you think I should react to a bitch who does the kind of things you've done?"
Stacy looked utterly bewildered. "But...I only did what you told me to. I thought you wanted to establish a more meaningful relationship that.. . "
"Meaningful relationship! You gotta be kidding! Why, you're no better than a common ho...a hooker. A chick who would fuck one guy while another was watching and then whack off the second one while the first one watched would do just about anything."
"No, no, that's not true! I have never done anything like that before and I never will again...not for you, not for anybody!"
"Oh, yes, you will," Ricky said, taking the soiled handkerchief from her hand and tossing it toward a wastebasket near the door. "Now you run along to your office and I'll be there in a minute to show you what you'll do."
Vic walked to the basket and retrieved the wadded up square of linen. "I want it to remember you by," he said. "I do want to thank you, Mrs. Norris. I certainly did en-Joy that."
"It was nothing," Ricky answered for her. "Compared to some of the things she's going to do for you, that's not worth mentioning or remembering."
Stacy shivered but said nothing as Ricky led her to the door, running his hand familiarly across the outward flare of her buttocks. "You go shower and I'll be along Just as soon as I fish our swimsuits out of the water. We don't want to leave any telltale evidence around for that snoopy Mr. Meyer to find."
As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Stacy broke into a run. She'd get dressed and be gone before that awful boy could even begin to recover his shorts and her bikini. She was tempted to go just as she washer car was parked just outside the office entrance and she could be in it and away in seconds-but what if something happened on the way home and she were stopped by the police? Even in this modern, new morality age, it would cause a scandal if she were found to be driving across the city with only an abbreviated beach robe to cover her nudity. The reputation of a woman lawyer who worked with juvenile boys and was running an experimental home for them along such unorthodox lines had to be spotless. She couldn't afford the faintest suspicion of sexual involvement with her charges or the whole enterprise would collapse in disgrace and ruin. No, she couldn't risk that. And suppose she did make it home without incident. Roger and Hester would certainly still be up and how could she explain her lack of proper clothing to them? She couldn't So she had to dress and she had to do it fast
She tore through the outer office, gathered up the clothes she'd worn to the meeting earlier and shut herself in the bathroom. She didn't take time to wash, just pulled on bra and panties, skirt blouse and jacket No tune for stockings or makeup. She ran a comb through her hair, stepped into thong sandals and picked up her purse. Her car keys were in her hand and she was back in the hallway, almost to the outside door,' when it opened and Ricky came through it grinning.
"Aha! I thought you might try that" he said reprovingly and took her hand to lead her back to the office.
Stacy sighed and her shoulders drooped in defeat As long as that hand was holding hers she seemed unable to do anything but follow along as though she were the child and he her father.
"You didn't really want to get away, did you, Stacy? You just thought you should, that it wouldn't look right for you to admit you wanted to fuck a boy as young as your son. But you do, don't you? You can hardly wait" Ricky was saying as he pushed open the office door and ushered her inside.
"Ricky, I don't think you understand me. I just don't do the kind of things you somehow maneuvered me into doing back there in the pool room."
"Yeah, sure, blame it all on me. Maybe you can fool yourself with that kind of crud but you can't fool me. I never saw a broad so hot to trot"
"There you go again. Why do you keep saying things like that? Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?"
Ricky grinned, showing his even white teeth. "Maybe. Maybe I do get an extra kick out of rubbing your nose in the shit you dish out Maybe every time I see a hoity-toity dame like you I want to make her squirm."
"But why? I don't understand you. I thought."
"Don't try to understand. Just do what I tell you and we'll get along fine." He grabbed the desk chair and tilted its back under the doorknob. "There, that will take care of this nutty no locked doors business for the time being. Now get your ass in the other room and get ready to do your thing. Take those clothes off to start with! Strip!"
"Ricky, no...I told you...just because I let you once doesn't mean..."
"Don't talk shit!" he said with the cocksure confidence that unnerved her more than anything else. "You know damn well you want to. You're aching to feel my cock in your cunt again, to feel me pounding your pussy for you, so quit shitting around and strip! I want a good, long, private look at that bod of yours before the fuckin' starts."
Slowly, but without further protest, Stacy began to undress. When she was down to panties and bra, he motioned for her to stop and revolve while he ogled the magnificent out-thrust breasts that strained like wild things against the restricting lace of the bra and the full mound of her womanhood that was clearly outlined by the tight nylon briefs.
"Not bad...not bad at all," Ricky said, eyes gliding down the slender, curvy legs, the svelte hips and full, rounded buttocks. "I haven't had a chance to inspect you real close yet I could feel you in the water but I couldn't see real good. It gives me a kick to see as well as touch."
Stacy stood staring at him with a blank, rather bewildered expression on her face. She seemed to be wondering why she was exposing herself this way just to suit his whim.
"Now, take the rest off and let's see how you measure up," he laughed and reached across her desk to pick up a small magnifying glass she kept handy to read the numbers in the phone book. "I wanna know if all that beauty is more than skin deep."
like a sleep-walker, Stacy slowly unhooked her bra and let the resilient globes of her breasts bounce free. They sagged very little without the lacy support, and the peaked nipples pointed toward the ceiling Kke the noses of startled rabbits.
"Ah, very nice," Ricky approved, moving closer and peering through the magnifying glass at the flawless perfection of the luscious mounds. "Wow! All that creamy flesh! Acres and acres of yummy tittie flesh!"
Almost ill with shamed embarrassment, Stacy shoved the panties down off her hips and let them fall to the floor, exposing the lush patch of curly blondeness that covered her pubes.
"Now we're getting to the really interesting part," Ricky said and slid his hand across her belly to let his fingers trail through the silken hair. "So soft...so silky. Man, if they could shear that like they do sheep's wool it would make a hell of a blanket. How does that grab you, Ms. Stacy Norris? Blankets made from golden pubic hair specially grown for the connoisseur!"
"Please, Ricky, you're embarrassing me. I'm not used to standing naked like this and being inspected."
"No? Too bad. You'll get used to it," Ricky sneered. "That I can guarantee! Before I get through with you, being looked at will seem like nothing!"
He knelt in front of her and moved the magnifying glass back and forth across her stomach "Ha! Even that pretty skin has big ugly old pores when you look at it through this. Turn around! I want to see the other sidel I want to see that beautiful butt at close range!"
With a shuddering sigh Stacy did as he ordered and in a few seconds felt the touch of the glass moving over the rounded mounds of her buttocks and heard Rick's clucking noises of appreciation and pretended surprise. "Hey, look at that! A mole on that smooth ivory butt! It's so tiny you can hardly see it...land of like one of those beauty marks that the chicks used to paste on back in the eighteenth century. Just enough of a flaw to show off the good part. And what do we have here?"
Strong fingers gripped and spread her buttocks so the deep crevice between them was exposed. "Bend over!" he ordered. "I want a really good look!"
When she didn't comply at once, he whacked her across the bottom and Stacy bent over, choking back a sob. "Okay, that's better. Now get your legs apart and shove it up high so I Can see better."
Stacy did as she was told, separating her feet widely and straightening her knees to force her bottom up in the air so he could place the magnifying glass almost on top of the reddish pucker of her anus.
"Very interesting...verrrry interesting," he said. "That sure is a tight cute little ass-hole. I bet that would really squeeze a dude's cock dry."
"Please," Stacy begged, "must you humiliate me this way?"
Ricky snorted. "Lady, you ain't seen nothin' yet! This is only the beginning...only the beginning!" He yanked at her leg to turn her around. "Now let us get on to the piece de resistance, the main course of this feast of lust-the luscious cunt of the luscious Stacy."
With the youth kneeling at her feet shoving his face close to her pubic area, Stacy could feel his hot breath stirring the blonde corn silk of the hair.
"Ah yes. Yes, indeed. Yours is a cunt for the true cunt lover. A delight to behold with its tight pink lips and rosy folds of glistening flesh. Truly a masterpiece...a work of art" Ricky shoved her legs wider apart so that the plump moist lips opened farther.
"The next time I explore here, I'll have to remember to bring my camera," he said. "Use your fingers and spread those cunt lips for me. I want to see way inside you."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Stacy groaned. "Open up them ruby gates, chick! I crave a glimpse of paradise!"
Slowly the blonde reached down and slid her fingers under the petal-like labia. Reluctantly she pulled the hairy lapels back to reveal fully the pink-jellied slit, leaning back slightly and forcing the entryway as wide open as she could from within.
"Wow! Oh man, ain't that something?" Ricky muttered. "Look how deep it goes! I wish I had a flash bulb and a camera. I'd take a whole series of pictures of that gorgeous, mind-blasting gash."
His face was very close to the spread pussy. Stacy could feel his hot moist breath blowing against the sensitive inner surfaces of the unprotected furrow and down into the slippery sheath. She shivered a little as an unexpected thrill shot through her and caused an increasing dampness to form in that tender nave.
"Hey, that's cute," Ricky said. "There's a tiny row of pearly drops of juice on your cunt lips. They look almost like tears. Is your cunt crying, baby? Is it crying for daddy's cock?"
"Please, Ricky, please don't keep putting me through this kind of thing!"
His laugh was harsh and derisive. "Ha! Don't put me on, sister! You love it! All you skunks are exhibitionists at heart and what could give you a bigger charge than having a dude looking right into the depths of your hot box?"
"That's not so! Oh, God, I don't know why I let you do things like this to me!"
"Sure you do," Ricky said, his nose almost between the spread labia. "You do it because what you've needed all your life is a guy to order you to spread your legs and do all the things you've been dying to do all along. Now you can do them and not have to worry about your puritan conscience because I'm telling you to do them."
"No, no, that's not true."
"You're a hypocrite, Stacy Norris," he said, placing his hands on her flanks and digging his fingers in. "You're an oversexed broad who's always kept herself under tight control for phony moral reasons, and now you've got a chance to go hog wild and do every dirty, degrading, depraved thing you've ever yearned to do and avoid taking the rap for it by placing the blame on me."
His lips were almost touching her flesh now. She could feel his nose brushing against the pubic hair and she sucked in her breath in anticipation of what might be coming next.
"In fact, it was your lucky day when you met me. I'm the scapegoat your conscience has been looking for." His voice was getting husky and excited as he talked. "God, you smell so good, all perfume and sexy woman. It looks so good and it smells so good that I've just got to taste."
Stacy jumped a little as his lips closed on the firm wet labia and nudged her fingers out of the way. She moaned when his tongue penetrated about an eighth of an inch or so into the velvet wetness of her cunt.
"Oh, my God!" she choked, the doeskin softness of her inner thighs pressing against his cheeks. "Oh, Ricky, are you going to do that? Are you really going to do that for me?"
He didn't answer, but his fingers were pressing into the pliant mounds of her buttocks, pulling her closer, and his tongue was starting to move up and down the enslaved folds. The feel of his mouth against her intimate groove was sending electric shocks all through Stacy's body. Her knees almost buckled and her body went limp. Only the fact that Ricky's hands were holding her so tightly kept her from collapsing.
"Oh, oh, Ohhhh!" she gasped. "That feels so-so-"
His tongue was making long sweeps up one side of the nectared gully and down the other, pausing on each pass to probe at the spot where the labia came together and jolting the withdrawn clit into growing hardness.
Stacy's breath was a series of hurried little gasps as the tongue delved daringly deeper between the tight gates of her vault and began to slither along the inner channel of her molten cavity.
There was no sound in the room now but Stacy's ragged breathing and the slurping sound of Ricky's tongue and lips as he feasted on his victim's juicy sex.
Stacy tried to hold still, but in spite of her efforts, her buttocks were beginning to roll moving her cunt against the boy's face and thrusting it forward in wanton invitation.
Ricky had a very talented tongue. It was snaking deeper and deeper into the valley of pleasure, vibrating against the walls and creating passionate sensations that were almost unbearably keen.
Stacy's fingers were twined in the boy's blonde hair and her bottom writhed in a slow, sensual bump and grind that would have done credit to any stripper. She was really hot now and the spicy juice of her womanhood was oozing out to wet Ricky's chin and dampen the inside of her thighs.
The boy's ardent lips now joined the talented tongue in serving her. They sucked and teased her clitoris, adding another dimension to the surge of frantic desire that was threatening to shake her apart.
"Oh, I can't stand it," she moaned. 'It's so good...but I feel as though I'm on fire...as though I'm going to blow up and burst into a million pieces."
Ricky grunted and dug his fingers deeper into her buttocks, his lips fastening onto her clitoris like a leech, sucking it into a prong of pleasure so intense that it was close to pain. It seemed as though all the wild sensations that had been surging through her body were now concentrated in that one small spike of flesh, that her whole being was trying to escape through it into a promised paradise beyond. She felt a pulsing and a throbbing and shrieked with joy as she realized what was happening.
"I'm coming...oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" Her lower body went rigid briefly and then thrust and ground in a mindless ecstasy against the youth's mouth and face.
When it was over and she had recovered slightly, she looked down at him in awe. "That was wonderful. No one ever did that that way to me before. Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Ricky said with a lewd grin. "You got your cookies, baby, and now it's my turn."
Stacy looked hurt and bewildered at his crude manner and insulting tone of voice.
"Get your butt over on the couch!" he ordered, getting to his feet and gesturing impatiently. "Assume the position, bitch! I crave me some straight fuckin' next."
Without protest but with her mouth working in a strange way, Stacy walked to the couch and lay down. She watched with the fatal fascination of a bird staring at a cobra as Ricky quickly shed pants and shorts and came toward her, his large distended penis preceding him like a battering ram.
"Open up!" he growled. "Get those legs spread and open up that cunt!"
Stacy drew up her knees and tilted them outward, spreading the still wet and quivering pussy just as she had for the invasion of his tongue.
He stood for a moment looking down at her. "You're really something, ain't you?" His eyes moved over the sweetly curved thighs, the soft plain of her belly and the boldly up-thrust breasts heaving with excitement. He looked at the thick damp curls of golden pubic hair and at the pink-lipped beauty still slippery with his saliva and its own honey. "All that stuff...all that gorgeous woman flesh, and it's all mine to do whatever I please with it"
"Ricky, I don't think you understand," Stacy felt she had to protest, "Perhaps I-"
"Oh, I understand...I understand perfectly," he said, looming over her with the thick shaft bouncing against her belly like a threatening mace. "I understand that you are a thing, lady, a toy that I can play with and use any way I want to, any time I want to! And don't you ever forget it!"