Chapter 7
Stacy stared up at the boy, her expression a mixture of fear and enchantment. His strongly built body reminded her of a finely tuned instrument that obeyed his commands with graceful ease. His flat belly and broad chest had drifts of dark blonde hair which were not unattractive and his arms and legs were well-muscled and smooth-skinned, but it was the central feature of his body that held her eyes the longest. The heavy male organ rose from a thick brush of wiry blond hair and towered over the twin cannonballs of his testicles. The length and thickness of the extended member impressed her most because she had never known a full grown man who was so spectacularly endowed in that department. When he had penetrated her in the pool, she had been aware that he was large, but actually seeing the swaying, russet-topped wand took her breath away.
"You dig that cock, don't you, baby?" Ricky said. "You can't take your eyes off it. Tell you what-after we get through fucking, I'll let you suck it for a while."
Stacy shivered, but whether it was from fear or excitement it was hard to tell as he pressed down on her and let the thick column of hot flesh beat against her plump mound. His body sank lower and the iron limb crushed into the pulpy lips of her vulva, hurting her.
His chest flattened her breasts and his lips were almost against hers as he whispered, "You dig cock, baby, don't deny it."
"Please, don't talk to me that way. I-" Her eyes grew wide and she stopped talking as she felt the rigid lance rolling and rubbing its way between her labia, maneuvering for entry.
"Nice little cunnie, so soft and wet and always ready," Ricky whispered, as his tongue played games along Stacy's lips, striking between them when she least expected it. His shaft, meanwhile, played games with her pussy, rubbing up and down the dewy slit, bumping against the excitable clitoris and dipping its heavy head to make teasing feints at the entrance of her vagina.
Stacy moaned and turned her head from side to side. Her thighs were starting to move against his, gliding up and down and around as though they wanted to encircle him. Her belly was glued tight to his and her breasts strained against his chest, the swollen nipples scraping through the mat of hair. She was seething with an excitement she couldn't control and involuntarily tried to hurry things along.
"Always ready and doesn't even know it," Ricky chuckled and pushed the big knob between the slippery portals and let it sink an inch or so into the welcoming warmth. "How's that? Is that enough man meat for the dainty little lady-like cunnie?"
"More!" Stacy gasped, grabbing at his rump with both hands and rearing upward to impale herself on the tormenting phallus.
Ricky roared with laughter as he sank to the roots in her. "You couldn't wait, could you? That hot cunt of yours just couldn't wait. The next time I'm gonna make you beg for it!"
Stacy didn't hear him. Her eyes had gone blank and her mouth had fallen open while her hips rolled wildly to grind her hungry flesh against the plunging pole that was bringing such unimagined delight.
"Cock drives you right out of your head," Ricky said. "You don't even know what you're doing once you get a cock inside you"
Stacy threw her arms around him and almost leaped up off the couch at him. Her thighs locked around his rump and her heels dug into the backs of his legs while her pussy tried to devour his cock with the singleness of purpose of a starving child turned loose in a bakery.
Ricky gasped at the fury of her assault and then thrust deep into her with all the strength of his young body. He felt the satiny inside of her sheath stretch under the force of his attack and she screamed as he touched bottom and banged brutally against the protruding cervix.
"Is that the way you want it, bitch? You want to be battered with it instead of just fucked? Well, I can beat you to death with it if that's what you want!"
Again and again he pounded into her. The hard thick rod rubbed the super-sensitive nerve endings of her vagina like sandpaper against silk. She felt every thrust all the way down and the overwhelming lust that filled her provoked her glands into producing such a gush of lubricant that loud squishing sounds resulted.
"More...more...harder...deeper!" she begged, moving her legs higher around his body and bucking back at him in a frenzy of need.
Ricky covered her mouth with his, bruising it with hard passionate kisses and driving his tongue into the fiery furnace of it at the same time his shaft drove deep into the hotter furnace of her pussy.
Stacy arched her back to give him more access and moaned ecstatically at the way he filled her with a solid pillar of fire to her farthest depths. She sobbed against his mouth and chewed on his lips, rolling her bottom from side to side and rocking against the skewering man flesh.
Ricky cursed with pleasure and his lean rump rose and fell with the easy speed and power of youthful vigor as he penetrated the soft wetness of her time after time after time. Stacy thrilled to the lustful hammering and beat her heels against his rump in incessant demand. He grunted and came, filling her with a steamy flood that came slopping out onto her belly and thighs. With only a slight pause to recover, he began thrusting again, his slightly softened shaft regaining strength and rigidity with the amazing quickness of youth.
The hot spurting of his jism into her depths and the jerking, throbbing beat of his cock brought on Stacy's orgasm. She moaned and whimpered and sobbed her way through it and her juice mixed with his to bubble up around the still plunging pole.
She went limp for a few seconds, but as he continued to ram into her, she revived and started to roll and bounce under him again. He laughed at her eagerness when her arms clutched him tighter and her breasts burned into his chest A few more hard trusts and he felt the second spasming of her channel. He was surprised and pleased but still kept stroking into the velvety sheath that tightened around his cock as though to suck the last drop of his manhood out
Stacy was completely out of her head by now, babbling incoherently and writhing under him like a wild thing so that he could hardly keep her from bouncing them both off the couch.
"You're crazy! Really crazy!" Ricky said, grabbing her arms and holding her down as she bucked and thrashed in uncontrolled fury.
"More...more...cock...give me cock! All of it! Split me with it! Kill me with it! Anything...anything...just give it to me!" Stacy's voice was escalating into a screech that Ricky was afraid would be heard outside the office.
"Shut up, you bitch!" he growled and put his hand over her mouth and held her down with his knees in an effort to subdue her twisting, thrashing body. 'You want the whole gang to break in here and fuck you? I'll bet you would like that, wouldn't you? One dude isn't enough! You want a gang-bang, don't you? Well, that will come later when I'm tired of you. Right now, this cunt is all mine!"
Stacy's eyes were empty of everything but mindless lust. She was still babbling against his covering fingers and he could feel the insatiable need in her becoming more and more savage as he pounded into her. Pinned as she was by his knees, she still managed to lift her bottom up off the couch and arch upward to draw him in deeper.
"You cock-hungry slut! I'll break you in half if I have to! I'll drive it right through you and out your ass and pin you to the couch! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ricky snarled and battered at her unmercifully.
The pain only added to the lust that filled Stacy. Being used with such disregard for her feelings and pounded till it actually hurt was. a totally new experience and it brought her hurtling upward at such an accelerated rate that she lost what few shreds of sanity remained on the fringes of her consciousness.
She jerked free of Ricky's restraining hand and screeched, "Again! Oh God, again!" as she came in such a lashing frenzy that she rolled them both off the couch onto the floor. They landed with her on top still pumping deliriously until he also achieved completion and filled her with another stream of hot semen.
For a while Stacy just lay on top of him only half conscious, mouth slack and eyes glazed. Ricky relaxed under her, watching her with cold appraisal as she gradually calmed down and her eyes and face regained their normal appearance.
Finally he shoved her off him and got up to sit on the couch, still studying her. "I just found out something about you, Stacy Norris-you're sick. You're Just about the cock-hungriest bitch that ever lived. The way you come and come and come is really land of freaky."
"I'm sorry," Stacy said dully. T didn't know I was capable of such things."
"Don't be sorry. You got a great future ahead of you. With me managing you, you could make a million bucks on the street."
She turned beet red and sat up. "Just what do you think I am?"
"I think you're a natural born whore. You'd not only be good at it but you'd enjoy every minute on the job," he said. "As soon as I get my breath back, I'm gonna prove to you just how much you'd enjoy it. I'm gonna give you a big thrill and let you suck my cock."
Stacy stared at him, nose wrinkling in disgust. "I have no intention of doing any such thing. I've never done that for any man, not even my husband."
"Why not? You think it's perverted?"
"I...I don't know," she said.
"Sure you do," he insisted. "You got the hottest cunt in the world and you love having it licked, but you don't want to reciprocate. What's the matter, you think you're too good to treat a guy to a blowjob?"
Stacy shook her head as though to clear it. "My God, why am I sitting here like this discussing such a thing with you? Why don't you just clear out of my office so I can get dressed and go home?"
Ricky threw back his head and laughed. "You don't mean that and you know it. The last thing you want me to do is leave. Secretly you're dying to suck my cock."
"Why, you arrogant young puppy! I ought to-"
"Ought to what, Ms. Norris? Send me back to Little Q? You wouldn't dare do that even if you wanted to. How would it look for the lady Director of Stepping Stone House if I told it around that you just started this place so you could make it with us young studs?"
Shock registered on Stacy's face and she half rose only to have him stretch out a bare foot and shove her back down on the floor.
"That isn't true, Ricky! That was the farthest thing from my mind, and you know that as well as I do!"
Ricky shrugged. "Sure, I know that you know that, but who's going to believe it once Vic and I start talking?"
Again she started up, protesting, "You wouldn't do that. Not even you are capable of such infamy."
"Ha! Don't you believe it!" he said, putting his feet on her shoulders and pushing her flat again. "Stay where you are, bitch! The floor is the proper place for you!"
"You wouldn't really do that, would you, Ricky?" Her voice was pleading. "A story like that would ruin me and they'd close the house down. Think of the other boys. Think of the good we're doing here."
Ricky's eyes bored into her coldly. "I don't give a crap what happens to the others, and if they closed this place down, that would be okay with me. I hate do-gooders! I hate them worse than I do the most sadistic prison screw! Seeing you disgraced and your great experiment shot down would give me a helluva kick. That might be even better than a blowjob. Hell, I can get any two-bit whore to blow me, but seeing the mighty Lady Norris get her ass in a sling might be worth going back to Little Q for."
Stacy shivered and looked away from him. "You hate me that much?"
"I don't hate you at all, not you personally."
"Then why would you ruin me and destroy my work here?"
"For kicks."
"I don't understand."
"Then you're not listening. I told you I hate do-gooders and dabblers in other people's business-reformers and holier-than-thou elitists who patronize us poor slobs who get into trouble with the system. All you're doing is propping up the system. I'd rather see it all come down."
"Well, I can understand that," Stacy said. "I know we live in a corrupt, repressive society and I don't blame you for wanting to see it destroyed so that a finer, cleaner society based on social justice can be created and-"
"You talk shit!" he said. "A society based on social justice would really be a drag. Why, for Christ's sake, do you think dudes like me could exist in a just society? How in the hell would we get by? What would be our scam? No, I want to see society destroyed just for the fun of seeing it destroyed. I'd want to see your kind of society destroyed even more than I do this one."
Stacy shook her head in bewilderment. "I really don't understand."
"Of course you don't! And you never will! Despite the fact that you've got a couple of degrees and a big title, you've got mush for brains and the backbone of a jellyfish."
"But what good would it do to destroy Stepping Stone House? Even if you don't care about the others, what about you? Isn't it nicer here? Why destroy a good setup?" She got to her knees in front of him. "Isn't there anything I can do to persuade you from ruining all this?"
"Sure there is," he said, opening his legs and putting them around her.
"What is it? Tell me what I can do to make your stay here more pleasant and rewarding."
"You can suck this for me," he said, holding out the revitalized length of his penis to her. "It's hard as a rock and it hurts. See how swollen it is? You take down that swelling for me, baby, and I'll be so grateful that even if they take me back to Little Q and the screws torture me and put me in the Hole, I'll never fink on you."
Stacy tried to back away from the beefy roll with its bulging head and enveined surface. "But I told you I have kind of an aversion to doing that. Not that I think it's perverted or anything like that, but just a kind of personal esthetic thing on my part."
"Oh, come on now, Lady Norris, don't put your old buddy down," Ricky said, reaching to put a hand at the back of her neck and pull her closer between his knees. "You know you're going to do it so why the lady-like protests? Why pretend you're something else when we both know you're a born cock-sucker?"
"I'm not anything of the kind! I've lived a very clean, chaste life up until now and the few relationships I've had with men have been entirely normal."
"Yeah, sure, but how many of them offered you a big dong like this to feast on?"
He was bouncing the heavy member up and down within a few inches of her face. She could feel the heat of it and smell the musky male odor and her tongue flicked nervously along her lower lip.
Ricky laughed as he saw her swallow involuntarily. "Your mouth is watering, isn't it? You can't wait to get this big old hunk of man meat in your pretty little mouth!"
"No, no! I don't want to!" she said, trying to shut out the sight of the swaying pole, to close her nostrils to the smell and keep her skin from feeling the heat.
"Then do it for me," he said, his fingers running caressingly through her hair. "It hurts. I'm just a poor sick kid with a great big old sore cock. You be my nursie and cure me. Suck all the swelling out of it and make me better. Do it for the sake of humanity and a better social system. Don't you know that what makes society corrupt and repressive is that us kids don't get our cocks sucked by beautiful classy ladies often enough? It makes us all bitter and rebellious."
"Please...please, let me go," Stacy pleaded. He had tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her face against the hot tower of flesh. She could feel it throbbing along her cool cheek. "I can't do it. It would choke me. I'd die with that thing in my mouth."
Ricky snickered. "No way, mama! You'll love it." He began to roll the heavy rod back and forth across her cheeks, up over her nose and down along her lips.
Stacy whimpered and tried to hold her breath, wanting to avoid the musky lure of it and the spongy but firm feel of the man flesh.
"Taste it, baby. Stick out your little red tongue and lick it. The girls tell me it's sweet as candy to lick on."
"No, no, I couldn't!"
"Do it, Stacy! Do it right now!" His tone had changed abruptly from wheedling to commanding.
She still hesitated. "No, you just want to degrade me."
"How could anything degrade you?" he said. "Lick it, bitch, or else!"
Her tongue popped from between her lips like a little red mouse timidly poking its head from its hole. It flicked over her lips for a second and then darted at the thick pole poised in front of her face. It licked up one side of the erect tower, around the tapered crown and down the other side.
"See? Did that hurt? Didn't it make you feel all hot and groovy inside?" Ricky asked.
A heavy sigh escaped Stacy before the tongue darted out again, this time with no sign of timidity. Boldly it retraced the path it had taken the first time, up and around the bulbous glans and down.
"Come on, Stacy, you can do better than that! Lick it, suck it! It's your pacifier!"
A gulping, sobbing sound escaped Stacy and then her tongue seemed to take on a life of its own. Feverishly it began laving the boy's genitals, licking and lathering the flaming flesh, tracing hot little circles around the thick base and onto the pods of man-fruit that hung below.
Ricky let out a groan of pleasure and his hand at the back of her neck tightened. "Now...take it in your mouth, Stacy. Swallow all eight inches of it! Suck like you've never sucked before!"
Making little gasping noises, her lips sought the rounded cap of the fleshy stalk and drew it in barely half an inch. The tangy taste sent sparks of excitement skittering along her nervous system to the outmost reaches of her body. Her lips compressed against the hardness and she moaned at its answering throb.
"Take more! Suck it all in! You can do it! If you don't, I'll drive it down your throat and strangle you!"
Stacy whimpered but drew the thick staff into her mouth, holding her lips in a taut "O" to accommodate it. She felt it scrape along her teeth and against the roof of her mouth, bulge out her cheeks and flatten her tongue.
"Ain't that something?" Ricky said. 'You ever have your mouth that full of anything before? All you are now is an attachment to the end of my prick, doll, and you love it, don't you?"
Stacy wanted to deny it, but her mouth was too full to get the words out She tried to shake her head but couldn't because the monster wouldn't let her move her head.
"Suck it baby!" Ricky commanded hoarsely. "I've always wanted to have my guts sucked out through my cock and you're just the doll to do it."
Stacy started sucking when the tip of the rod bumped against the back of her throat and almost gagged her. It was suck or strangle and instinctively she used her tongue to position the invader and started a deep pulling motion with the muscles of her throat. Ricky grunted appreciatively and surged forward, forcing the shaft still deeper and pinning her tongue back against her teeth.
For a moment she felt as though she could no longer breathe. Was he trying to kill her?
"Eat it baby, eat it all!" he ordered. "It's good for you!"
Stacy gulped and gasped, sure she couldn't take any more, but somehow her jaws expanded and it was finally all the way in. She wanted to gag, but knew she didn't dare to, and then another feeling began to make itself felt an upsurge of exhilaration and a sense of accomplishment. Joy at being able to encompass a man so completely overcame the choking sensation and her mouth and throat took over on their own. A fresh supply of saliva flowed to her rescue and her tongue freed itself to bathe and soothe the savage invader.
"Yeah, that's the way," Ricky approved, bouncing his heavy balls against her chin as he surged forward and back with a rocking motion that made his pubic hair prickle against her nose and upper cheeks.
Overwhelmed by male flesh and male musk, Stacy groaned and began to perform like a suction pump, turning his blood to lava and bringing gasps of near pain to his lips.
"Good...oh, that's good! You're a natural at this, baby. You and I are going to get along just fine." Holding her head steady, he pulled back and then drove his cock back into her mouth as hard as he could. She moaned as her head was rocked violently, but didn't lose her grip on the plunging maleness. She was still sucking, giving him deep throat treatment, letting him go reluctantly on each withdrawal and trying to swallow him whole on each return.
He crouched farther forward, almost standing over her. Her head was tilted back as far as it would go, her tousled golden hair trailing down her back. She could see nothing but the forest of pubic hair that covered her eyes, could feel nothing but the heat of his body and could taste nothing but the musky, tangy maleness of his flesh. That was all she wanted, all she could allow to enter her consciousness until she succeeded in drawing the flood of his semen into her mouth.
"I'm coming! Oh man, am I ever!" Ricky all but shouted, and she felt the throbbing and spasming of the pulpy organ as it began to spout. She couldn't have pulled away if she'd wanted to because of the hand at the back of her neck. She clung blindly, still sucking and licking as the scalding fountain of fluid erupted in her mouth, ran in dripping streams down her throat and overflowed the corners of her mouth.