Chapter 5

The alarm clock rang Saturday morning. Sharon reached out quickly to shut it off. Owen stirred awake at the sound. She got out of bed, her naked body hurrying to the bathroom. After taking care of her personal bathroom activities, she returned.

"Come on, let me help you," she offered Owen. Their nakedness didn't bother him as it had the previous evening. She had conditioned him. Even the presence of his piss hard-on left him unabashed.

She guided him towards the bathroom. "Want me to help you? " she asked, hoping his answer was yes.

He smiled at her. "If you'd like to!"

She took his prick in her cool hands. It stiffened and he found it difficult to pass water.

"I think we'll save the fun and games for later," she said, realizing that the hard-on inhibited the voiding of water. "Do you think you can manage on your own? I'm going down to the dining room to bring you back some breakfast."

"Sure!" he replied.

She drove down to the dining room and had the dietician fill a tray of food for her. Sharon returned to her patient.

"Here we are!" she greeted him laughingly. "Room service! What better deal can you ask for?"

She cleared away her night table and Owen ate standing up. When they finished the breakfast, Sharon applied a compress to his buttocks and more ointment. The extreme swelling of the buttocks seemed less pronounced. Gently, she touched a spot.

"Ouch!" he cried out.

"Looks like it's still sore," she said. The phone rang. It was Duncan. He inquired about Owen's condition. He told her he was coming over shortly with the doctor. In spite of Duncan's concern for the boy, Sharon was abrupt with him.

She had Owen lie down and covered him with the sheet. Ten minutes later, she opened the door in answer to the knock. Duncan and the doctor asked Owen how he felt. The doctor removed the sheet to examine the bruised ass. He asked Sharon whether she had given any of the sedatives to the boy. Only one!

The doctor nodded in satisfied approval. "I see you've been doing a good job with the compresses and ointment. With a little luck, he should be able to go to classes on Monday."

"That's good news!" Sharon said. "What about the culprits who did this? " Her question was directed at Duncan although she didn't speak to him.

"For cryin' out loud, Sharon!" he protested. "The kid won't make a direct accusation. I can't go around interrogating everyone. Anyone I'd speak to would deny any implication. They'd be crazy to confess. What do you want me to do? Beat my breast, rend my clothes, and cry mea culpa. I am guilty!"

She sniffed in disdain. "I think that Wayne Trevors had something to do with this! He's the president of the fraternity. He's also the star of your great football team!"

Duncan tried to remain calm. "Look! Let's evaluate this matter objectively. I agree with you that what happened was bad. It should be dealt with severely. However, if Owen accuses anyone there will be an investigation. The culprits will be dismissed. After that, Owen will be a marked kid!

"The whole thing is wrong! It's like our society today. Someone gets robbed or beaten up and the criminal goes free. The victim comes off second best.

"I'll promise you this much! I'm convinced that Wayne had something to do with this. Team or no team! The first opportunity I get where I catch him stepping out of line, I'll throw the book at him. Will that satisfy you?" he asked.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. His offer was a valid one. One she could not fault! Her snort was an indication of grudging concession. "Okay!" she agreed.

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad that's over." He grinned and extended his hand. "Friends?"

Sharon looked at his extended hand. She smiled back. "Okay! Friends! Just remember! The first time you get him, I want the book thrown at him."

"Agreed!" he replied. "Anything else we can do here, doc?"

The doctor shook his head. "No! Miss Brooks seems to be doing a very capable job. Anytime she wants to fill in at the infirmary, she can have my recommendation.

"Just continue with the treatment," he told her.

After her visitors left, Sharon turned to Owen. "How would you like to play some more?"

"Gee, you're really after Trevor's ass!" he exclaimed. "I know you didn't like what he did to me but I betcha it has to with the hassle in the classes."

She was taken aback by his statement. After their promiscuous play, Sharon wasn't shocked by his use of the word ass. What surprised her was his comment about being annoyed in class.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Aw, you know! Everyone gave you a rough time the first day of school," he explained. "There's a lot of talk going around that you made some sort of a deal with Wayne. To keep things cool! No one really knows what it is! But there's some talk that it has to do with sex. Is it true?"

Her face flushed, betraying her guilt. "I want to teach you a few things, Owen. I hope that we'll have many hours of sexual pleasure together. That's one of the things I'm teaching you. How to get along sexually with a woman!

"However, there are a few other things you should know if you want to be successful in making out with girls or women. One, is that you never ask them embarrassing questions. Two, never spread malicious stories about women, even if you know it's true. Three, be discreet. Don't discuss your sexual conquests with anyone and mention names. Finally, treat all women, regardless of who or what they are, like ladies." she cautioned him.

Owen studied her with the perception of an adult. In spite of his youth, he understood what she was saying.

"It's a shame that there aren't more men and women like you in this world," he commented. "We'd have less hate and more love!"

"Why, bless you, Owen!" she thanked him graciously. "That's a beautiful compliment. And now that we've finished with our mutual admiration society, are you ready for some fun?"

"Can I undress you?" he asked.

Sharon was pleasantly surprised by his forwardness. She liked it. "May I, not can I," she corrected. "Certainly!" she answered. Her arms were openly extended. "Come and get me!"

She had taken the precaution to lock her door. Owen moved towards her. His fingers trembled clumsily as he unfastened the hooks on her skirt. Unloosened, the skirt dropped to the floor. He picked it up. "Put the clothes on the chair," she told him. He draped it over the chair.

Sharon had on a bodysuit blouse. He unfastened the snaps and lifted the blouse over her vertically extended arms. All that remained was a brassiere. Owen moved in back of her and unfastened it. Moving back in front of her, he gazed with salacious longing at her sexual charms.

"You know, I once read one of those dirty books," he confessed.

Sharon was enjoying this new relationship. She was his mistress and confidant. His confession of reading a dirty book amused her. She was tempted to tease him a little but decided it might hurt their relationship. Instead, she pretended curiosity by raising an eyebrow in surprised interest.

"Oh! And what did you learn from that book?" she asked.

"May I do anything I want to you without you telling me what to do?" he asked.

His request intrigued her. Her eyes filled with a carnal luster. The sensual tingle began to radiate along her nervous system. Sweat started to drip from her vaginal glands.

"Sure!" she agreed. "Anything you want! This is your game. You make up the rules! Do I have to do anything special?"

"Just lay down on the bed," he answered.

Sharon stretched out on her back and waited for her young sex partner to titillate her sexual fancies. Owen crouched over her chest. His cock was already hard. He held his prick over the tip of her tit. As though he had practiced this act many times, he rubbed the crown of his prick against the nipple. An electrifying shock sent a voluptuous tingle from her tit to her cunt. She silently chided herself for not reading any of those books. It seemed to be an educational experience for Owen.

"Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "I bet you're going to teach me a few things!" she said encouragingly to him.

The touch of his cock head against her nipple caused it to harden. She experienced a greater sensitivity from the contact.

Satisfied that her nipple was hard, Owen shifted his position. His mouth closed over the venereal node. She remembered the way he sucked her tit the previous evening. It didn't compare to the way he suckled her now! Sharon's eyelids closed in dreamy contemplation of what this boy was going to do to her.

Undoubtedly, he had planned to use nuances she never thought of. She envisioned unthought of thrills.

As Owen sucked on her tit, his hand was busily frigging her cunt. Only this time, he was using two fingers. Sharon gasped at the introduction of the dual digits. It felt as thick as a cock. "That's beautiful!" she encouraged him. "More, more!"

His hand slipped out of her damp snatch. She wondered why he stopped frigging her. The answer wasn't too long in coming. Her hips jerked involuntarily at the sudden insinuation of a finger in her asshole.

She had never been touched there before. The finger had slipped easily into the tightly puckered hole. This was an entirely new sexual expression for her. In her limited sexual encounters, no one had ever stimulated the erogenous area of her ass. This was a whole new erotic concept and a delirious shiver of approval shook her body.

Owen started to massage her anus. His finger moving slowly in and out. It was as though he was savoring this new experience more for his own benefit than Sharon's. She had opened an entire new world for him. He wanted to explore every erotic facet of it. As he pushed his finger into her asshole, he moved it around in the confined hole.

The impacted finger made her feel like she had to void her bowels. It was a temporary condition that passed. Owen's finger continued to stimulate the anal muscles. Sharon found the asshole frigging erotically exciting. Not as strong as any manipulation of her clitoris or cunt! But there was still some merit to the rectal rub!

Sharon lay there, dreamily relishing this luxuriant moment. A carnal thought, prompted by Owen's tantalizing finger, crossed her mind. What would it be like to be fucked in the ass! That ought to be exciting! Perhaps she might offer the suggestion to Owen, hoping he would do it.

She wriggled her hips as the finger continued to shift in and out of her hole. The finger finally emerged. A faint cool breeze fanned against the freed hole.

The boy was doing a good job on his own. Sharon was happy to let him do as he pleased.

Whatever turned him on was good enough for her. That ass-frigging with his finger was his own idea. So was that cock head on her tit! She restrained a giggle. At the rate he was going, he was liable to try fucking her hanging from the chandelier. And that would be a good trick! Considering there wasn't any chandelier in the room.

Owen slithered down her body. His hands grasped the insides of her thighs, parting her legs. Sharon suspected what he was going to do next. When he separated the hairy lips of her cunt, she knew!

He didn't have the practiced skill of a cunt-lapper. What he lacked in experience, he made up for it in determination. His tongue slid against one side of her snatch. Slowly, he lapped the right side of her cunt. His tongue pressed down as it swept along the damp flesh.

Satisfied that one side of her cunt had been sufficiently attended to, Owen lapped the other side.

"Hsssss!" A soft hiss of erotic approval came from Sharon's lips. Her hips shifted in a sinuously slow gyration. Owen's tongue altered its course. His small tongue became a lingual cock. It stuck into her cunt, trying to penetrate the outer vestibule of her dewy twat. She clasped his head between her hands, caressing his hair.

"Mmmmmm!" A loud humming moan from Sharon complimented his oral efforts. "That's beautiful, Owen!" she sighed. "Ooooo! Where did you ever learn to eat pussy like that? "

He stopped his efforts to look up at her. She saw a smile of gratification on his face in response to her words of approval.

"No kidding! Am I doing a good job?" he asked.

"Keep sucking, honey!" she encouraged him. "No one, man or boy, ever turned me on the way you do."

Owen returned to his oral homage. This time, he concentrated on her clitoris. His hands cupped her buttocks bringing her twat closer to his face. Provocatively, her clitoris was teased by his eager mouth. Sharon felt a delirious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive by Owen's tantalizing lips and tongue.

For a first time, Owen seemed to have a proficient tongue as it induced voluptuous thrills.

Sharon didn't know whether it was the act or the performer that was creating the wild erogenous sensations. All she knew was that every part of her body tingled. It was exquisite erotic torture. Perversely thrilling without pain!

"Oh! Owen!" she moaned. "Keep sucking, harder! Harder!" she exhorted him.

His lips pursed tightly over her clitoris, stretching it. Rapidly, he sucked on the reddening flesh. It seemed as if he was trying to drain her orgasm through it. Using her clitoris as a fleshy straw, he sucked strongly on it.

Sharon's breathing became labored and her tits shook as her chest heaved in and out. Her back arched as she rocked her hips. Then her buttocks would fall back against the mattress. Her ass wriggled in violent agitation. She was trying to shake loose the incandescent orgasm glowing inside her loins.

The glow became a flame! An incendiary climactic explosion burst inside of her fired box.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Drink my lovely come juice!" she exclaimed. "Oh! Oh! I'm shooting, I'm shooting!" Her body trembled in ecstatic bliss.

Owen's mouth fastened about her spigot-less faucet. His tongue probed as deep as it could to sip out the nectar spilling out of Sharon's quim. His oral efforts were producing new tremors of lascivious joys.

With ecstatic abandon, Sharon cried out! "I can't stop coming! Oh, Oh! It's crazy! I ... never came ... like ... this!" Her declaration was interrupted by the trembling convulsions as she humped her hips in rapid thrusts.

She made one final heave, pressing Owen's face deep into her crotch. An anguished roar of ecstatic approbation tore from her throat. "YAHHRRRrrrrrr!"

It was as explosive as the violent thrust of her body. Then it diminished as her body sank back, spent from the erotic effort.

Her shout startled Owen. He released his hold on her. She saw the frightened look on his face. The realization that her shout was loud enough to be heard struck her. Her own concern reflected in her thoughtful contemplation.

It dawned upon them that no one else was in the house. Colden Academy was playing its first game of the season. Everybody was at the game. To make certain, Sharon hurriedly threw some clothes on. She planted a quick kiss on Owen's lips and left the room.

Her inspection of the other rooms proved her right. She and Owen had the empty house for themselves. Sharon returned. Her young lover had satisfied her sexually. It was only right for her to reciprocate his favors.

"It's all right, Owen," she assured him. "No one's here. We have the whole house to ourselves. We can really have a ball!" She pointed to him. "You were terrific! It's amazing what a little book-reading can do! But I see you still have a little problem." She touched his hard-on. "Do you have any special request for taking care of this? Or have you some more ideas from that book you read?"

There was a boyish lewd grin on his face. "Can I fuck you in the ass?"

She gave him a look of pretended disbelief. "You really are a cute little bugger, aren't you! I bet you read that in the book also. Okay!" she agreed. "I've never had it in the ass before. So it should be an exciting adventure for both of us."

Sharon took off the clothes she wore. "Let me get some vaseline. We may need it."

Handing him the jar, she instructed him in how to make the initial insertion. He smeared his prick with the lubricant. The excess on his fingers, Owen wiped off inside of Sharon's asshole.

She bent over, supporting her body with her hands on the bed. Owen stepped up behind her. He pressed his shiny greasy cockhead against the puckered glistening hole. It slid in with a little effort. Sharon had expected some difficulty. Evidently, his prick size had a lot to do with the easy entrance.

The impaction was a little thicker than his finger. The sphincter of her ass seemed to stretch a little. But her plugged hole accommodated his cock nicely. His small hands gripped her hips. There was a momentary interlude when Sharon thought she would have to shit. It passed quickly.

Owen partially withdrew his cock and shoved it back into her anal sheath. It wasn't difficult to endure. The sensation was like his finger-frigging, only the object in her ass was a little thicker. She felt a delicious sensual emotion. Not as wholly satisfying as other erogenous contacts.

"That's nice!" she said to him.

In the meantime, she placed one of her hands against her clitoris. A little manual help wouldn't hurt this scene! Her fingers gently started to rub her clitoris. The combined stimulation helped to increase her licentious libido.

He was moving his hips slowly. Most of his subdued efforts were due to his still sore ass. There was nothing wrong with his prick however as it churned around the tight anal tunnel.

As his cock moved in and out in measured tempo, Sharon frantically massaged her clitoris. The orgasmic tingling began to envelop her crotch. The delirium of a climax swept over her.

Owen's penile ramming became a hurried cadence. While he pumped faster, she felt the contact of his balls gently touching the inside of her thigh. His breathing became rapid, matching her own increased respiration.

Inside her ass, his cock contracted as it squeezed out the hot come. There were several quick bursts of his love juice. Each spasm sent a little erotic tingle throughout the tight hole.

He grabbed her hips tightly, plunging his cock as deep as he could into her ass. Owen held her hips tightly as the orgasm spurted out. His groin was pressed against the curve of Sharon's buttocks. Her sensitive rectal tissues detected the diminishing spasms of his cock.

Owen rested his head against the small of her back. His prick slowly slackened. Sharon felt the physical change as his cock grew soft.

Her own efforts had induced an orgasm simultaneously with his. He removed his cock with a soft sigh of sexual gratification.

"Ahhh!" he sighed. "That beating I took was worth it," he said. "Otherwise, I would never had gotten this chance to get together with you like this."

"That's crazy!" she answered. "Sooner or later, I would have had you in my room. I took a liking to you the first time I saw you," Sharon confessed. "I would have managed somehow to seduce you. What they did to you was wrong!

"And speaking of this, reminds me! You've just had one special treatment. You're due for another. The regular one. Lie down on the bed and I'll get the compress and ointment. The faster we get your ass back in good shape, the faster we can really enjoy ourselves."

As Sharon followed the doctor's instructions, Owen twisted his head to look at her. "I think you're great!" he said.

She smiled at him. "I think you're repeating yourself. You've already told me how wonderful I am. You keep on telling me this and I'm liable to believe you."

He became very serious. "You just say the word and I'll take care of Wayne Trevors."

She studied his serious mien. "You mean you would testify that he did this to you? Even if it meant the possibility of being ostracized by the others? Or even worse?"

He gulped. "Yes!" he answered determinedly. "I know I would still have one friend! You would stand by me, wouldn't you? " It was more like a plea than a question.

Sharon kissed him tenderly on the forward. "I'm touched by the sacrifice you're willing to make for me. Even though I feel that you should accuse Wayne, I'm inclined to veto the idea. Don't worry, we'll get him. There's more than one way to skin a cat. We can always poison him.

"Which reminds me! It's almost time for lunch. Gotta go! I'll be back with some food. Have you any special preferences?"

"Can you get me a tuna-fish salad sandwich?" he asked.

"You must be reading my mind. That's what I'm going to bring back for myself. See you later!"