Chapter 8

Leaving Stacy huddled on the floor with her head on the couch, Ricky got up and dressed, looking down at her with a mixture of contempt and affection, rather as one might at a favorite but rather stupid dog.

"You did that real good, lady," he said. "You got a great future. Stick with me and you may get to make a movie someday. Maybe you'll get to be even more famous as a cock-sucker than that real movie star."

Stacy was in such a state of physical and emotional collapse that she didn't react one way or the other. She just looked at him blankly through a veil of her own blonde hair as though trying to believe all of this was really happening to her.

"I think I'll drop down to the kitchen and re-stoke with a little chow," he said. "After a couple of steaks, I'll be all ready to go again. In the meantime, I'll send Vic in to keep you company. Vic's been dying to keep you company since the first time he saw those boobs and legs of yours. Give him a good time for me, will you?"

Stacy shook her head but whether in rejection of what he was saying or lack of understanding wasn't clear.

"Oh hey, you'd better wipe my come off your lips before Vic comes in. Some dudes are kind of particular, you know, and he might want to kiss you. He's the sentimental type." He plucked a handful of tissues out of the box on the desk and tossed them to her. "Better mop up your cunt too, baby. You got so hot blowing me that you creamed all over it again."

"Oh God!" Stacy said in a tortured voice and hid her face in her arms.

"Naughty, naughty!" Ricky mocked her. "You have been a bad girl haven't you? You've done something that doesn't fit in with your image of yourself at alL haven't you? You sucked a dude's cock and actually enjoyed it! My, my, you are a bad girl! Vic is going to love being with you."

"No...no, please, not someone else," Stacy moaned. "With you at least I have some kind of relationship."

Ricky laughed at her. "A relationship? Don't kid yourself, baby. You're nothing to me but a convenient piece for fucking, an easy lay. I wouldn't have a relationship with a pig like you. It would turn my stomach."

"Oh, Ricky, for God's sake, don't say things like that!" She lifted her head and gazed at him pleadingly. "Please, don't go off and leave me this way! Say something to make me feel a little better. Can't you see how dreadful I feel...like an animal, a used animal!"

"Think of it this way," Ricky said. "You're a social worker doing good in the world. So you're not worth the water it would take to flush you down the toilet, at least you can take down the swelling in a cock That gives you some purpose in life."

He walked to the door, turned and said, "Get yourself cleaned up before Vic comes in, you sow," and was gone.

Stacy sat staring after him with a look of almost comical dismay on her face as though wondering why all this was happening to her. Why had she permitted it? What was wrong with her?

Seemingly she found no answers because finally she sighed, got to her feet, gathered up her scattered clothes and retreated to the bathroom. She wasn't a person who ordinarily talked to herself but the sound of her own voice now was reassuring as she turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. "He may be able to do anything he wants with me, but dammit, he's not going to pass me around like a dish of peanuts at a party! I'll just put my foot down! When that other young idiot shows up, hell get a damn cold reception! I'll just get cleaned up a little and get out of here."

Outside in the hallway, Ricky found Vic lurking not far from the office door.

"Hey, how'd it go, man?" the dark-haired boy asked eagerly.

Rick rolled his eyes ceilingward. "That is one dynamite gal! A real animal when it comes to sex."

"Jeez, and she seems like such a lady, so educated and high class and all. I can hardly believe it."

"Believe, brother, and ye shall be saved!" Ricky laughed.

"She really did everything you wanted her to?"

"Man, I've been fucked and sucked until I ran out of juice. I gotta go get some chow for replenishment."

Vic shook his head in amazement. "Jeez, I can't get over it! But when she whacked me off right in front of you, I nearly flipped."

"Well, she's ready to do more than that for you right now, old buddy," Ricky laughed. "Go help yourself to the goodies while I raid the fridge."

Vic's brown eyes studied his friend closely. "You put-tin' me on, Rick? Just 'cause she did it for you don't mean she'll do it for me."

"She will if I tell her to and I already told her to," Ricky said. "You better get on in there if you really want a crack at her because I'm not going to be gone forever."

"Okay, okay," Vic said excitedly. "Just don't come back too soon, huh?"

"Sure, man, but even when I do come back, you don't hafta split. There's no reason we can't both use old Stace at the same time. I think she'd dig that and I wanna teach her to pull a train anyway."

Ricky took off down the hall with his characteristic cocksure swagger and Vic approached the door to the office, hesitated briefly, then turned the handle and went in. The room was empty and so was the inner office. For a moment he thought Stacy was gone, that she had sneaked out while he and Rick were talking or that perhaps his friend was playing a trick on him. Then he heard the water running in the shower and sighed with relief.

Gulping a little, he knocked on the door. "Mrs. Norris! Mrs. Norris, are you in there?"

The water was turned off and her voice sounded shaky and uncertain. "What is it? Who's there?"

"It's me," Vic said, running a hand nervously through his thick black hair.

"Who is me?" Stacy asked, sounding as though she had moved closer to the door.

"Me, Vic Bolano. You know, Vic, the dude you...uh, helped...in the pool room."

"Go away!" Stacy said. "Just go away and leave me alone!"

"But, Mrs. Norris, Ricky said that."

"I don't care what Ricky said! Go away and stay away!"

Vic face clouded over with anger and disappointment, his vision of possessing that marvelous creamy body fading. He should have known better than to believe Ricky. Women like Stacy Norris were obviously beyond his grasp.

He had just started to turn away when the knob on the bathroom door turned and Stacy's blonde head appeared. "Now, just what is the problem, Vic? What do you want?"

Vic gulped and tried to get the words out. "Uh...well, Ricky said that you..."

"That I would what?" Stacy's face looked all shiny and scrubbed. To Vic, she looked like an angel with her golden hair fluffed into charming disarray by the shower.

"He said he told you that I was coming in here and that you were to...oh, Christ, Mrs. Norris, didn't he say anything to you about me?"

Her blue eyes were frosty as she looked at him. "He mumbled something, yes, but I didn't pay too much attention. Tell me what he said."

She had pulled on a loose pink robe behind the protection of the door and now stood in the opening drying her hair with a towel.

"Uh...well, it's kind of embarrassing," Vic said, shifting from one foot to the other. "He said that...that you had done certain things for him and that he told you to do them for me too and...well, I was real excited and happy about it but now..." He shrugged hopelessly.

"But now what?" she insisted.

"But now I guess I'm going to be disappointed again. Dudes like Ricky always get everything and dudes like me never get nothin'. It ain't fair. It's discrimination, that's what it is."

At the word "discrimination" a totally different expression came over Stacy's face and she opened the door a little wider. Her voice was filled with compassion as she asked gently, "Do you really feel that you're being discriminated against, Vic?"

"I sure do. I get the dirty end of the stick all the time. That's how I ended up here, Mrs. Norris. This whole city is repressive and discriminatory."

"And what do you think is the reason for this discrimination against you, Vic?" Stacy's face and voice were filled with sympathy and understanding.

"Because I'm Italian, that's why," Vic said, beginning to realize that he had stumbled onto a good handle. "And because rich Anglo dudes like Ricky always get the things I'm not allowed to have."

"I see. Well, Vic, do you want to tell me now what it was that Ricky said he got that you want and think you can't have?"

"Oh, Christ, Mrs. Norris, I...I don't want to use words like that in front of a lady like you."

"You know, it may not be discrimination at all," Stacy said. "A woman has to keep her self-respect and if she does certain things she could lose her self-respect and then no one else would respect her at all."

"Oh God, Mrs. Norris, I don't know anyone I respect as much as I respect you!" Vic hastened to assure her.

"But would you respect me if I did those things Ricky said I did that you don't want to name in front of me?" Stacy's voice was breathless and she stumbled a little over the words.

"Oh gee, Mrs. Norris, I'd respect you even more," Vic said, ogling the deep cleavage revealed by the way the robe pulled as she toweled her hair. "I'd know exactly what I was respecting you for then."

"All right, if you're that sure," Stacy said and tossed the towel aside and stepped out into the room.

Vic's eyes almost bugged out of his head. He had been so intent on trying to see her fabulous breasts that he hadn't noticed how short the robe was now. Not only was every inch of her beautiful legs and thighs bare but so were her sweetly curved beginnings of her buttocks as she turned to close the bathroom door.

"What's the matter, Vic?" she asked, turning back to face him and letting the abbreviated robe fall open so he could see the whole length of her trim white body from the out-thrust, rosy-tipped breasts to the delicate gold of the pubic hair.

"I...oh Jeez, that dynamite body!" Vic breathed. "It makes me shake all over just to look at it."-

"Would you like to tell me now what Ricky told you?" Stacy asked, moving toward the couch. "What did he say I did for him and would do for you?"

"Well, I guess under the circumstances...I mean, with you..." he sucked in his breath as Stacy dropped the robe and stood naked in front of the couch. "I guess with you naked and all, I could use the words." "Then go ahead," she said and smiled at the sight of the swelling tenting the front of his pants.

"He said...his exact words were, 'Man, I've been fucked and sucked until I'm all out of juice,' and then he said for me to come in and help myself to all the goodies."

"Well, here are the goodies he was talking about, Vic. Are you going to help yourself or are you going to go on feeling you're being discriminated against because you're Italian? I won't have that at Stepping Stone House, Vic. I don't allow discrimination against anyone."

"Yeah, yeah," Vic's hands were shaking as he unzipped and dropped his pants while walking toward Stacy. He looked like the village skeptic who had just found out there was a Santa Claus after all.

He tripped on his pants and almost fell before he managed to get out of them, then had trouble getting his jockey shorts down over the rock hard pillar rearing from between his legs. But by the time he reached Stacy he had gotten rid of all his clothes and was watching entranced as she stretched out and opened her thighs invitingly-

"Oh, mama mia, mama mia!" he husked, looking down at the blonde beauty who lay like an open flower ready for his plucking. He didn't know where to look first-at the high flaring breasts with the peaked pink nipples, at the taut belly, at the magnificent columns of her thighs, at the plump mound of her womanhood or the rosy slash that divided it and revealed the hidden garden of lust.

His knees felt weak and his hands trembled as she reached up for him, running cool fingers along his flanks and across his belly to touch the tip of his shaft. The sensitive glans jumped and a tiny bead of fluid oozed from its dilating mouth. Stacy giggled and drew him down between her legs.

Vic felt the smooth-fleshed thighs close around him, felt the rubbery firmness of her breasts flatten under his chest. He was shaking like a leaf when his throbbing cock touched the silken blonde pelt of her pubic hair, blundered against the firm mound and finally found the warm, moist lips of her womanhood.

"Oh God, Mrs. Norris, you're so beautiful," he muttered hoarsely and began kissing her wildly-her cheeks, her neck, the tops of her breasts-while his aching dong butted blindly about trying to find the entrance to her pleasure cove.

Tm so hot...so hot...can't stand it...can't . . The feel of the wet woman flesh rubbing on either side of his burning prod was too much. The glans began to pulse and there was no way he could stop the hot gush of sperm from spewing forth, partially into her vagina but mostly over the blonde silk and firm white flesh of her lower belly.

"Damn, damn, damn! Oh Christ, why did I have to do that? I never get a break! No wonder everybody hates me. I can't even get it in before I come!"

"Don't worry about it," Stacy said soothingly and wriggled a little as semen ran into her belly button. "It just shows what a strong, eager boy you are."

"It's all ruined," Vic said. "My one chance to make it with a high class lady and it's all ruined! Damn, damn, damn!"

"Nothing's ruined," Stacy said.' "A guy your age should be ready to go again very quickly."

"Yeah, but I haven't got much time," Vic said. "Ricky will be back."

"He won't be back all that soon," Stacy said. "Come on, ni help you and it won't take you long."

"Would you do that for me, Mrs. Norris? Would you really?"

She smiled and patted his face. "Let me up. You lie down on your back and get comfortable and I'll show you something else you can respect me for."

Vic let her slide out from under him then flopped on his back looking disgustedly at the wilted shaft of his manhood drooping against one leg.

Stacy got up on the couch and straddled him, knees planted on either side of his legs, and her delectable body poised over him so that he could see at close hand every intimate detail

"Now I'm going to start getting you warmed up again. I'll kiss you and caress you with my flesh against yours until you tell me to stop. Don't let me go too long because we don't want to get you off again before you can get into me. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll tell you," Vic promised as her thighs touched his and began a gentle massaging motion against them. Then her breasts were touching his chest, but she kept her pelvis arched so that her sex was held a tantalizing inch or so above his deflated penis.

"Oh, wow, those boobs are really something else," Vic said, and watched as she moved the firm mounds back and forth across his chest, watched the tight nipples tease his flat masculine nipples and then trace rings of fire through the dark hair surrounding them. Lower and lower the exciting circles looped and crossed and dipped and soon her lips were following the same circuitous route, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his earlobe down the side of his jaw to his neck, detouring over his shoulders and down his upper arm before skipping to his chest to tongue the nipples and send prickles of excitement radiating through his whole body.

By the time the avid lips and tongue were flicking fiery touches down the center line of his midriff, the seductive fullness of her breasts were pressing around his dejected genitals. He felt the pointed tits drag across his scrotum, and then her hands were bunching the firm globes closer together, encasing his dong in a pocket of delicious flesh.

Vic groaned aloud as his flaccid member stirred with reawakened life. "That's wild, Mrs. Norris. I never had a girl do that before."

"Do you like it?" Stacy asked. "Is it doing anything for you?"

"It's driving me up the wall, that's aH," Vic said and gasped as the hard nipples rubbed over the sensitive head of his shaft and down the sides of his rapidly hardening organ.

"Remember to tell me when you've had enough," Stacy warned. "I used to do this for my husband back in the early days of our marriage before I got pregnant with Roger. It always brought him right back, but sometimes I'd do it too long and he'd come all over my titties."

"No wonder," Vic croaked. "It sure feels wild. I kinda hate to give it up."

"But there's something better waiting," Stacy purred, "something much better. It's all slippery and wet and once you get inside, it will squeeze you just the way you want to be squeezed...so tight you'll think it's going to bite your cock right off."

"Oh, man!" Vic's hands were roaming at will over the lovely body that he had doubted he'd ever be permitted to touch. His fingers explored the inside of the thighs, ran around to the backs of them and fondled the full solid moons of her buttocks. As his hands came back up her sides, they encountered her hands cradling her breasts around his full blown erection. He pulled her hands away and cupped his around the resilient mounds, tugging at them slightly to urge her upward.

Tm ready...I'm ready," he said in a voice thick with passion. "If you don't hurry I'll be too ready. I don't want to lose it again."

"You won't, sweet boy," Stacy said with the same gentleness she had used every since he first mentioned discrimination. 'I'll take good care of you."

He squeezed and kneaded the sweet spheres of pleasure as she slowly stretched out on top of him and covered the aching pole of his maleness with her wet and eager pussy.

"Now let's see how big and strong you are," she whispered and spread her thighs widely, catching the knobby head of his penis between the lips of her vagina and shoving against it so it slid directly into her well-oiled sheath. He sucked in his breath sharply as he felt the satiny slipperiness engulf him and knew she was at last impaled on his rigid cock, that his most extravagant sexual fantasy was coming true.

"There now, isn't that nice?" Stacy whispered. "Do you feel discriminated against now?"

"No, ma'am...oh no, ma'am!" Vic said happily and humped up at her in a delirium of lustful enthusiasm.

"Ah, that's good," Stacy approved, flexing her vaginal muscles to increase the sensation as she slipped up and down on the fleshy rod that pierced her. She rolled her bottom from side to side so that the boy could feel every fold and convolution of her innermost recesses. She wanted him to have it all; she would hold nothing back. Every inch of the engorged male organ was being massaged and caressed by the tender but strong rhythm of her deliberate milking action. Her eyes were closed and she crooned wordlessly in the intensity of her concentration on the waves of pleasure that were crashing through both of them as she rocked back and forth on the boy's enraptured prick.

"You're the greatest...just the greatest," Vic was gripping her flanks, his hands feeling the firm muscles ripple as she moved up and down. He was acutely aware of those other muscles that were rippling along the length of his vulnerable young cock, making it feel as though it had been pushed into a pencil sharpener without blades.

Stacy opened her eyes and smiled at him dreamily. "Tell me, do you think you're getting what Ricky got"

"Yeah, I'm getting it...you're the best...the most dynamite cunt in the whole world...wow!"

"How sweet," Stacy said absentmindedly as her mobile bottom rose toward the ceiling and the wet lips of her cunt almost slipped off the end of his cock, stopping only when they felt the knobby tip between their puffy surfaces. For a moment she just rocked there on the end of his prick, savoring the feel of the bulging glans, and then she slammed down violently until she felt the same part thump solidly against the end of her sexual tunnel.

"Yeeoow!" Vic howled as she drew upward again and squeezed him with the vise-like vaginal muscles all the way, milking him, sucking at him with the superbly talented cunt.

Then she began rocking from side to side to give him still another sensation. Vic was buried to the hilt in her, his wiry black pubic hair tangling with the blonde ringlets of hers, caught and held in a flaming cunt that pleasured every throbbing inch of him.

Vic pounded his fists on the couch in ecstasy as she leaned farther forward and rode him as though his cock were a bucking horse, her breasts swinging against his cheeks, her belly glued to his and thighs squeezing him tightly.

"Give it to me...give it all to me!" she whispered. "I want it! I want it deep in me! I want you to come in me and fill me with your juice! I Want to feel my cunt drinking in your hot young semen."

Vic looked up into the lovely face framed in golden blonde hair and couldn't believe the change that had come over this woman. Her mouth had gone slack and her eyes glazed as the tides of lust rose higher and higher inside her until they submerged all trace of respectability and reason. He was being screwed by an angel who didn't seem to know she was possessed by a demon.

"Fuck me, Mrs. Norris, fuck me!" Vic panted and heaved back at her with all his strength. "Don't ever stop! Just keep fucking me forever! I could die from the way you're making me feel but I don't care! It would be worth it! Yeeeeoooow! I'm coming...coming...pouring all my hot gooey jism into you!"

Stacy felt the eruption and the jetting of semen in her deepest vault, felt the jerking, spitting flood filling and overflowing her coital crater, and screamed at the carnal joy she took in it. At that moment, she didn't care who heard her or who knew that she was fucking and coming with a boy young enough to be her son. The dam had fully broken and she would never be the same again. When she had no breath and no strength left, she collapsed on top of Vic and lay sobbing.