Chapter 9

On Thursday, Sharon's ass still tingled. It wasn't too bad, though. The doctor had been right in his prognosis. In another day or so, she could sit again. She found it inconvenient going to the bathroom, for the seat had to be raised while she squatted over the bowl.

She lounged around the room, lying on her stomach. The TV had been shifted to accommodate her prone position. It was a gloomy day and raining. Rain always seemed depressing to her.

Sharon was glad she didn't have to go out. From time to time, Duncan would stop in to check on her and take care of her treatment. In answer to her queries about her resignation and the incident of the night before, Duncan told her he was still working it out. He seemed to be evading her questions. That added to her low state of mind.

In order to break the monotony, Sharon paced the floor. It only added to her boredom. By two o'clock in the afternoon, she knew every foot of her 12 x 12 foot room. She crumpled the empty package of cigarettes after extracting the last one. The ashtray overflowed with partially smoked butts.

Picking up the phone, she tried to locate Duke. He was in conference! She left a message for him to call her.

Even caged animals had their tedium interrupted with people staring at them. There was no communication but at least they saw people. If only someone would come and stare at her! At least she could communicate with them. There was no one to talk to unless she talked back to the TV.

The phone rang! Sharon eagerly rushed to it!

"Duke? Where the hell have you been? I'm bored to tears and half out of my mind!" she said. "What's that? They're very sorry to hear of my resignation? That's nice! When are you coming over? Good! I was getting worried. I've been talking to myself all the day. What bothers me is that I've been answering myself.

"Oh! One other thing! Be a good kid and pick up a carton of cigarettes for me. Fuck the Surgeon General! Ha, ha! He's a general fuck-up! 'very funny!" she retorted in un-amused ennui. "Just get the butts and skip the health lectures! Thanks, honey!"

He had taken her off the hook! Good old Duke! All the loose ends were tied up. The administration even wrote a letter of recommendation. If she ever contemplated teaching again, at least she had good references.

She hurried to the door at the sound of timid knocking. Anyone was welcomed right now! A happy smile flooded her face at the sight of Owen.

"How are you feeling, Miss Brookes?" he asked.

"Fine, fine! Come in! You wouldn't have a cigarette on you? That's a stupid question! You don't smoke!" she answered the rhetorical question.

He pulled a pack of her brand out of his pocket. "I thought you might want some. One of the boys picked it up for me."

Sharon was touched by this gesture of thoughtfulness. "Why, you little dear!" Eagerly, she opened the pack and lit up a smoke. Taking a deep drag, she exhaled a cloud of smoke with a satisfied sigh. "How are things at the school? Any problems?"

Owen filled her in on the details. Wayne and several other boys left the school. Their absence made a small dent in the football team. A number of the junior members of the school considered him a sort of hero. The fraternity was disbanded and the frat house was being turned into a recreation center for all the students.

Sharon was pleased with the results. There was a wistful look on his face. "What's the matter, Owen?" she asked.

"I hear you're leaving the school," he answered. "I'm ... I'm going to miss you."

She closed the door and locked it. Catching his face between the palms of her hands, she kissed him on the forehead.

"I'm going to miss you too!" she told him. "But I'll always think about the fun we had together. Say, I have an idea! It's time for my treatment. How would you like to do it for me?"

His face brightened. "Sure! I'd like to!"

"The compresses are in the bathroom with the solution," she told him, slipping off her housecoat. Lying down on the bed, Sharon waited for Owen.

He gently placed the compress on her buttocks. "Is that all right?"

She turned her head, looked at him over her shoulder, and smiled. "That's fine!"

There was an awkward pause. Owen cleared his throat. "I want to thank you for all that you've done for me."

Sharon raised herself, leaning on an elbow. "Come over to the head of the bed. It makes it easier for me to talk to you and see you."

He stood at the head of the bed. She smiled up at him. "It was my pleasure!" she answered. His eyes were averted, staring at a spot on the floor.

"Is there something wrong, Owen?" she asked.

"I was hoping...." his voice trailed off. Owen was embarrassed to talk about their sexual encounter.

"Would you like to have sex with me again?" Her question made him look up at her.

"That would be very nice, Miss Brookes. But you're leaving Saturday! And you're in no condition now to ... to...! "

Sharon interrupted him to ease his difficult attempt to discuss sex with her. "Don't worry, Owen. There's still tomorrow! I'll be in good shape by then. Good enough to have sex with you. After class tomorrow, you come and see me. We'll have plenty of time."

His face brightened. "Gee, that's swell of you, Miss Brookes! Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She shook her head. "No! Except you may call me Sharon. By now, our relationship is a very personal one. Besides, Duke will be here soon."

He nodded. "Okay, Sharon! See you tomorrow! " He left the room happy with the coming prospects of fucking his mistress.

Ten minutes later, Duke entered the room. "I see you've been taking care of the treatment. How do you feel?"

"Fine! Do you have my cigarettes?" she asked.

He flipped the carton at her. It bounced on the bed. "I thought you were out of smokes! Where did you get the other pack?"

"Owen brought me a pack," she answered. "I'm going to miss that kid!"

"After we get married, I'll make you forget all about kids. Except for the ones we're going to have!" Duke told her.

He recounted the day's happenings. Owen had already informed her of some of the incidents. Duke explained why it had taken so long to tell her what was happening. A lot of wheeling and dealing went on including a little pressure. She was mildly surprised at the skeletons hidden in some of the others' closets.

Duke leaned over and she embraced him. "Think you can stand about an hour of sitting on your backside?" he asked.

"Why? What do you have in mind?" she replied.

"I was hoping to take you out to supper tonight," Duke answered. "Your ass doesn't look too bad."

"Okay! I'm game!" Sharon said.

The evening turned out fine. Sharon experienced a little discomfort but nothing that was agonizing. She was happy to get out of her cell. Being out was a welcomed relief to the day's boring confinement.

She was also pleased about her recuperation. Sharon wanted to be fit for her last fling with Owen. As she thought about it, the licentious tingling filled her pores. The tingling was mild. But it was present! Since it would be the last time, she was determined to make it a good one for Owen.

The next morning, Sharon tried sitting on the toilet seat. Her effort was successful. It was a pleasure being able to sit instead of squatting. Her next project was taking a bath. After filling the tub, she carefully sat down. She emitted a sigh of luxuriant pleasure. The warm water had a soothing effect.

When she emerged from the tub, she looked at her body in the mirror on the bathroom door. Her eyes looked at the dark tuft of hairs between her thighs. A sudden whim struck her. She took out the razor she used for shaving her legs and armpits. The blade scraped over the hairy patch. It took longer than she expected. What with the constant rinsing of the razor! Sharon gazed at her handiwork.

The naked pudenda excited her. She examined the puffy labia without the hair covering it. It resembled a small parker house roll. Thick puffy lips that folded down into an exciting slit. Her bare cunt appeared more erotic looking. She reached down to feel the texture of the naked cunt.

A ripple of lustful desire spread across her as her fingers encountered her cunt. It had been a long time since she ever masturbated. The contact of her lascivious looking snatch kept her excitedly fascinated. She reached under the little hood of flesh that covered her clitoris. She found the tempting piece of flesh and began to rub on it.

She inhaled deeply as the thrilling sensuality of the act pervaded her. Her fingers dallied over the turgid clitoris, alternating the tempo to suit her imagine. First, slowly to encourage an orgasm. Then, faster, to hurry the climax to its peak. Just as she was about to reach the summit, Sharon paused to prevent the volatile eruption.

Deliberately, she toyed with herself to gain the maximum pleasure from the act. Her cuntal cauldron was bubbling at the prolonged play. During a moment of frantic digital teasing, she felt the orgasm spilling over. She rubbed harder and faster.

"Ohhhhhrrrrr!" she groaned in pleasurable ecstasy.

Wave after wave of multiple orgasms battered the walls of her cunt. She splayed her legs and squatted slightly. Reaching up, she stuck her fingers into her flooded snatch. Her fingers became saturated with her heavy cum. She removed her hand and brought the fingers to her face. A scent of a heavy musky odor wafted into her nostrils.

Even a woman's come smelled erotic, she thought! Sharon stuck the moist fingers into her mouth to taste her own love juices. No wonder so many men liked to eat pussy! It had such a delectable flavor!

She went into her room and sprayed a little of her cologne around the bed. There was several hours yet before her assignation. Sharon's stomach told her she was hungry. She decided to dress and have her last meal in the dining room. It didn't appeal to her. There was always the alternative of driving into town and having her meal at a restaurant.

Sharon decided on the drive into town. She changed her mind. While the meal in the dining room was more convenient, the anticipated cordiality of the diners wasn't.

In town, Sharon enjoyed a leisurely meal and did some window shopping. Glancing at her watch, she saw there was enough to time to get back to the school without hurrying.

As she drove back, her thoughts dwelled on the afternoon she had planned. The old licentious stirrings were revived. Owen would have a moment that he would remember for a long time.

It was a quarter to three when she drove up and parked her car. Quickly, Sharon shucked off her clothes. Grabbing a housecoat from the closet, she slipped into it. The door was left partially open. With her body reclining on the bed,-she waited for her young lover to appear.

Ten minutes after three, Owen knocked at the door. "Come in," she invited. He stepped into the room and she asked him to lock the door.

Just his appearance caused her stomach to churn from the licentious longings she felt. With sinuous grace, she rose from the bed and met him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed his lips passionately. The kiss was a brief one. She led him towards the bed.

Owen stood immobile, fascinated by the manner in which she was undressing him. First she loosened his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped his arms out of the shirt and she pulled his undershirt off over his head.

Her cool hands rubbed his chest in a casual erratic pattern. Tenderly, she rubbed the tiny nipples of his chest. The hands moved in a slow descent and loosened his pants. Her eyes looked down to the bulge in his jockey shorts. Sharon reached out and caressed his cock through the cotton barrier.

His underwear was removed and it fell down on top of the loosened pants about his ankle. Owen's cock stood erect with youthful ebullience.

She ignored his adoring looks as she maneuvered him onto the bed. Her hands removed his shoes and socks. Next came the pants and underwear. Sharon lay down alongside of him, her tits close to his face. Gently, she fondled his balls. With motherly tenderness, she whispered, "Suck my tits!"

He reached out and lovingly fixed his lips to the nipple. As he sucked, he caressed the firm round mounds. Sharon continued to fondle his crotch. Deliberately, she avoided touching the hard prick. She didn't want him to have a premature ejaculation. An unhappy accident like that could destroy the entire mood. Instead, her hands moved along his thighs, across his stomach; everywhere but the rigid shaft.

His body shifted a little. A shiver chilled her spine in erotic rapture as Owen reached for her cunt. He was unaware of her naked cunt. His attention was centered on her face with adoration. At the discovery of her shaved pussy, Owen jumped up, startled. A mischievous smile crossed Sharon's face.

"How do you like the new look? she asked him.

He stared at the snatch, no longer hidden by a forest of hair. "Doesn't my cunt look more exciting this way?" she questioned him. "Would you like it better if we did a 69 first? What do you want to do?"

Sharon realized that Owen was a love starved boy. It was like turning a hungry man loose in a bakery. So many goodies to eat and undecided about what to eat first!

Owen moved closer to look at the shaven twat. His attention was still riveted to her alluring cunt.

"You ... you shaved off the hair!" he exclaimed in wonderment.

Her laughter was an amused response.

"Well! You still haven't told me what you think! Do you like it!"

"I'd like to suck you off first," he declared, still captivated by the sight of her bare snatch.

"Be my guest!" she answered.

Owen slid off the bed and Sharon changed her position. Her legs hung over the side of the bed. She opened her legs wide for him. His curly head hovered over her twat. His oral brush started to cover the puffy outer lips with ardent strokes. At the initial touch of his tongue on her erogenous skin, Sharon trembled with a sensual thrill that shook her frame.

The vaginal glands responded to the erotic stimulation. Her cunt walls began to sweat, moistening the vestibule of her anxious quim. Owen pressed two fingers into her hungry pussy. His fingers touched the dampened folds of skin as though he was exploring her cunt for the first time.

Sharon undulated her pelvis in a slow grinding movement as his tongue continued to sweep around the outer perimeter of her twat. The contact of this play added a touch of luxuriant pleasure to her already aroused state.

Her fingers curled into his hair. She squirmed, her ass grinding slowly into the mattress. "Ummmm!" she hummed in blissful approval, "Suck my clitoris!" she said.

His tongue found the apex of the slit. Pressing his mouth firmly over her gash, he found the venereal papule. Owen was making humming and sucking sounds. A picture of a hummingbird came to Sharon's mind. The bird's beak dipping into the bud of a flower, its wings flapping rapidly, creating the sound that identified it. That's what Owen was! A little hummingbird!

His firm oral spatula was dipping into her bud and he was sucking and humming! The sound and his tonguing, excited Sharon more. Owen's mouth provocatively closed over the clitoris. She felt a delicious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive in his tantalizing mouth.

The fingers inside her cunt started to frig the hole. His combined stimulation of the snatch and clitoris intensified the carnal bliss that engulfed her.

Her hips writhed with the exquisite delirium mounting within her body. "Ohhhmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "That's good! Really goooood!"

Her erotic exclamations increased Owen's ardor. His fingers increased the tempo of the in and out motion. She felt his lips and tongue teasing her clitoris.

Sharon's stomach was filled with a churning motion that emanated from her cunt. Or was it the clitoris? Whatever it was, there was a powerful pressure building up! It was the first stage of her orgasm. In a moment, that pressure would explode within her!

"Oh, oh! That's it! Frig me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she urged in an urgent voice. "Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Now, now! Oh, yes! Yes! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ahhhrrrgrrr!" The last sound from her throat was a growl that diminished into a gurgle.

As Owen responded to her urgings, pistoning his fingers in and out of her slippery snatch, Sharon frantically rocked her hips. As each ripple of a piquant orgasm rolled down, she thrust her pelvis forward. She pressed Owen's face into her crotch.

"Oh, Oh! Catch my lovely come! Suck it out of me!" Her cry was an anguished plea.

He fitted his open mouth against her flowing cunt. His tongue pressed as far as it could. Her sensitive cunt, tingling with multiple orgasms, detected his searching tongue. As he tried to lick out all of her come, a voluptuous surge of erotic ecstasy electrified her nerve endings.

Owen remained in this position for some time. Sharon's eyes were closed in blissful contemplation. Every fiber in her body was tingling from this erogenous play. Gradually, the sensation diminished.

"That was lovely, Owen!" she told him approvingly. "You can stop now."

He looked up at her, his chin glistening from the saliva and her come. "I really enjoyed that!" he said excitedly. "I never saw a ... a cunt like that before. It was very exciting."

"I enjoyed that too!" she replied. "Now, we have to take care of you. How do you prefer to get laid."

"Suck me off also!" he answered.

"Anything you want, Owen!" Sharon said. She sat up and patted the mattress alongside of her. "Lie down here, honey. I'm going to suck you off so that you'll remember it for a long time. That's my gift to you for the lovely job you did on me."

He hopped on the bed, bouncing on the mattress. They both laughed at his exuberance. Sharon took his cock and shook it playfully. She got off the bed. "I have a little surprise for you. I'll be right back!"

Sharon went into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with a minted liquid she used. She stuck her finger into a vaseline jar and rubbed a little of the lubricant on her finger.

When she returned, she saw Owen's hard-on losing some of its firmness. She was going to playfully joke about it. An inner voice warned her not to say anything. It would dispel the mood. Instead, she clapped her hands.

"Get set for the best blow-job you ever had," she promised.

With that announcement, she lay across his body. Her lubricated finger gently insinuated itself into his puckered asshole. His hips wriggled at the sensation of her inserted digit. She saw his cock regain its firmness.

Her rapacious mouth closed over his pintle. She puffed up her cheeks, blowing softly.

"WOW!" Owen exclaimed in excited surprise. "What did you do? That was something!"

"That was just a hint of mint! I used my mouth wash. I figured it would give you a little thrill," she replied.

"I'll have to remember that!" he said. He lay back again. Sharon resumed the slow massage of his rectum. The ball of her inserted finger pressed gently on the tightly fitted anal sheath. Even his body seemed reluctant to be free of her. His asshole muscles held her finger firmly in its grip.

Sharon was careful not to touch the prostate gland. She didn't want Owen to shoot his load before the proper time. And the proper time was after she blew him!

Sharon drew the entire sac with the balls into her mouth. Her tongue lathered them with the cool wetness of her mouth while her teeth gently nibbled on them. Her intention was to prolong this blow job as long as she could.

Owen wriggled his hips and emitted moans of whispered encouragement. Her agile tongue rolled from the edge of his scrotum to the beginning of his asshole. Her chin bumped against the finger in his asshole. His balls were lavished by her affectionate tongue. She decided to concentrate her attention on his prick. Sharon moved her mouth over his shaft.

The boy's prick was drawn completely into Sharon's mouth. Her lips rested against the hairy pubic nest while her lascivious tongue licked his cock. The finger in his asshole maintained its leisurely massage.

She kept her pursed lips loose as she rolled them up and down along Owen's cock. Reaching the cockhead, Sharon gently but firmly pressed down on his hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the head of his prick. It swept across the tiny hole in the center of the crown. The tip of her tongue skimmed around the hole.

"Look out, Sharon! I'm coming, I'm coming! Look out! Here it comes!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Sharon's teasing mouth moved back to the root of his shaft. Her finger detected the pulsations of his orgasm as she frigged his ass. Owen's pelvis moved in violent thrusting motions.

"What a load I'm shooting!" Owen groaned.

His spasming prick spurted a fountain of creamy cum. It filled her mouth and she swallowed it, savoring its sweet flavor. She continued to pump her finger in his ass. She could feel the muscles in his rectum flexing as each contraction in his pintle fired a bolt of jism out.

Her mouth moved from the base of his cock towards the head. The compressed lips forced the remaining dregs of his cum towards the tip. Sharon's tongue flicked across the crown, licking up the final thick drop.

She removed her finger from Owen's hole and released his detumescent cock. Her eyes rested on the shrunken piece of flesh between his legs. Somehow, the excitement of young boy's cocks had disappeared. After tasting Duke's thick prick, there was no longer any comparison.

Owen looked up at her and sighed. "Gee, I wish we had more time to do something else. I enjoyed that."

"We still have at least another hour," she answered. "What would you like to do."

He gave her a long embarrassed look. "Fuck you!" he blurted out his desire.

She nodded agreeably. "Whatever turns you on is fine by me!"

"Can I ... er ... may I ... fuck you between the tits?" he asked.

The request intrigued her. He had the choice of her ass or cunt. Even another blow-job! But fucking her tits! It was unusual. Not that it didn't appeal to her! She wondered what it would be like to have a cock between her boobs.

"Anything you want!" she answered. Her curiosity was aroused. "But why the tits?"

"It was in that book I read," he confessed.

Sharon felt her education was lacking. The kind of books Owen referred to, she never wanted to read. I must be missing something, she thought! Maybe I ought to ask Duke to get one for me! I might learn a thing or two!

"This is all kind of new to me," she told Owen. "How do we do it?"

He squatted over Sharon's chest. Rubbing his cock against her tit, he got a hard-on. She felt a mild lascivious inclination at the contact. She had expected to be more excited by the touch. Owen placed his small hard-on between the twin mounds. He pressed her tits together. His cock was sandwiched by her heavy gourds. She looked down at the sight. His prick was almost obscured by her large tits.

Owen rocked back and forth, letting his cock rub against the soft flesh that surrounded it. Sharon felt the friction of his hard flesh. She watched his intense face concentrating on bringing on a climax.

There had been something carnally exciting when Owen had rubbed his cockhead over her nipples. That had excited her! Their initial contact had been stimulating. Somewhere she lost that lust for sex with a younger boy. Her only reason for being involved now was to gratify a last request.

Fucking this way didn't turn her on. The friction of his rubbing cock irritated her skin. He looked more like a boy scout trying to rub two sticks together to start a fire than like someone trying to enjoy sex.

His cock began to spasm in a climax. She felt the pulsations beating like a tom-tom on her tits. Her eyes were fastened to the almost hidden cockhead. Sharon saw the squirt of his first burst of cum shoot out from its hiding place. It landed on her throat. The second burst landed close by.

She thought of a howitzer firing and trying, to hit a target. The third glob of thick cream landed just below the first two bursts. By the time his fifth spurt came out, the target was her tits. It was all over now!

As far as she was concerned, she had discharged her obligations to Owen. Whatever the obligations were!

"Did that excite you?" Owen wanted to know.

"Oh, yes!" she lied. "I'll tell you this much, Owen. It was something I'll remember."

"I'm glad!" he answered. He removed his body from the bed. Sharon held her hand against the cold sticky semen on her chest. While he dressed, she was in the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess. Owen was dressed when she came out.

"I'll always remember you!" he vowed.

"And I'll remember you!" she replied. "Now get the hell out of here before we both break down and cry!"

He hurried out the door. That was the last chapter as far as she was concerned. It was all over! Now, she could start a new life with Duke.

She looked at her watch and gasped. There was just time for her to take a quick shower and dress. Duke was picking her up in an hour for supper. And then there was the packing to do! Christ! There were so many things to do!

Duke would probably ask her what she had done with her whole afternoon! Especially since she wasn't packed yet!

She laughed to herself. She had the perfect reply. "I didn't do a thing this afternoon. Just fucking around!"