Wilma Freidman: Sorority Affair

One Saturday Mary decided his virginity was ripe for plucking and, as they dusted the furniture, she accidentally let her hand brush the front of his pants. Aahhhh… parading around, leaning over and revealing her breasts, had finally paid off. The little boy had a delicious hard-on.

Later, after they had finished cleaning her apartment, Mary said, "Pee Wee… do you ever think about girls?"

The boy stared at the floor, blushing and embarrassed.

"Aw… sometimes, I guess," he said awkwardly. "Have you ever seen a girl naked?"

Pee Wee's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "Would you like to?"

Mary didn't wait for the boy to answer, knowing he would be to shocked and embarrassed to reply. Smiling at him, she slowly unbuttoned her robe, spreading it wide open so that he could see her breasts and the triangled thatch of hair that almost concealed her opening, yet a tinge of moist pink could be seen between the silken strands.

Pee Wee stared, his eyes as wide as saucers. His breathing became labored.

Mary reached out and took one of his trembling hands, placing his palm directly on one of her swelling breasts.

"Go ahead," she urged, voice throaty with growing passion. "Feel my titties. After all, you've been wanting to, haven't you?"

Like a robot, Pee Wee nodded his head. And he reached up and felt of her other breast with his other hand. He began tweaking and pulling at her hardened nipples, making them grow erect between his thumb and forefinger. He cupped them and hefted them, caressing the resilient smoothness while Mary stood there, shivering and looking down at him as he fondled her breasts.

"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," she whispered. Her voice hardly recognizable now, "and I'll do something real nice to you. I'll do it and you'll feel ever so good."

In the bedroom, she had the boy lie on his back, then she sat down beside him on the bed. Quickly her fingers unzipped his pants, her hand darting inside to find his little penis, already hard and warm and throbbing.

"What you gonna do to me? What… huh?" he asked in a shy voice.

Mary showed him. She leaned over and parted her lips, sucking the innocent boy's organ far into her mouth. It was so small, she had no difficulty whatsoever in taking the full length far back to her throat. She began applying a hard, tongue-swirling suction that stimulated the young boy to a high pitch of sexual intensity, making him move about as though he was being consumed by ants instead of Mary's warm, moist oral cavity.

She reached inside his opened fly and began fondling his hairless testicles as she sucked and licked her tongue around his small penis, rubbing them with her fingers and the palm of her hand while her face bobbed up and down, the pressure of her mouth slipping his pink phallus in and out of it, moving the soft foreskin back down to reveal the boy's smooth, virgin glands to her tongue. "That's g-good," the boy said through clenched teeth. "Keep doing that to me. Do it some.

Knowing he was too young to ejaculate, therefore having all the time in the world to play and suck on his penis, Mary stopped… telling the boy to get on his hands and knees, undo his belt and let his pants drop-"then turn your sweet little ass toward me, darling," she whispered.

Excited now, Pee Wee hurriedly complied with her request. When he was in that position, Mary began caressing his buttocks with her hands, pulling the cheeks wide and peering in at his tiny, clenching anus. Lowering her face, she kissed each cheek, then wiped the flat surface of her tongue over the smooth, hairless globes, sending searing fire through the boy's body, her emotions thrilling to the way he trembled and whimpered from the tongue caressing of his bottom. After a time, she pulled his buttocks apart again, pressing her face between them until her lips closed around his tightly constricted anus, and her tongue snaked out, shoving against the virgin orifice with, moist, gentle force. A slightly harder shove, and she succeeded in placing the tip of her tongue inside his rectum. Now, reaching between his thighs, she took hold of his still hard penis and began stroking it, masturbating him, as she tongued in and out of his tight anus.

After a few minutes of having his anus penetrated and sucked, Pee Wee gasped, "Do… do it with your mouth again. I like that… better."

Mary decided she would comply. With the boy still on hands and knees, she arched herself, on her back, sliding her head between the boy's thighs, and once more took hold of his penis with her clasping lips, her tongue swirling eagerly around his virgin organ. She was delighted when he started moving… moving his small hips up and down. She placed her hands on his bottom, urging him to continue his movements. Once the young boy settled into a slow, erotic rhythm, Mary reached around and began rubbing at his moist anus, worming a finger into him there, and as she sucked at his penis, she began working the finger in and out of his rectum. The shock of this unexpected penetration into his body caused the boy to plunge his penis deeply into her mouth-as far as he possibly could-and began urinating, unable to control his bladder. Mary, instead of being horrified at finding the boy utilizing her mouth to dispose of his urine, was delighted, and she began drinking as if through a straw. The boy moaned his shame, but Mary continued to suck the hot soup of his urine that rushed down her quivering throat.

Mary didn't stop with her sexual attacks on Pee Wee. She found that the young pre-teen boys could be excellent sexual partners for her growing depravity. There was one little boy-only eight years old! Deliberately, Mary went about running into the boy's mother in the hall and engaging the woman in conversation, cultivating her friendship, feeling that sooner or later her opportunity to baby sit would present itself. It arrived one Sunday afternoon when the woman's regular baby sitter-a student in Mary's class-called to say she was ill and would not be able to sit with the young boy that evening. Mary happened to be in the woman's apartment at the time and offered to sit with her young son. The mother agreed, remarking later, as they left for the evening, what a good neighbor they had in Mary.

Good neighbor indeed! The mother and father hadn't been gone an hour before Mary fellated the young boy and she used her mouth on the boy at least four times on four separate occasions, when she was baby sitting the child.

At the same time she was satisfying herself regularly with Harold, as well as another member of the football team, a' seventeen-year-old Negro boy with whom she indulged: in fellatio, cunililingus, vaginal and anal intercourse in her car his and twice she even went so far as to smuggle the youth into her apartment.

Almost a year had passed since Mary had turned to pedophilia boys will talk, they are more than prone to brag about their manhood, especially when it involves an adult woman The black boy often bragged about how he was satisfying a certain white cunt, and one day he happened to let slip the word, teacher. Mary was not his only female teacher, there were two others. Even though he denied that the white cunt was one of the three, when pinned down by his pals, the secret was out. The boys talked. Rumors spread. Students snickered and glanced knowingly at her when they passed her in the hallways. But fortunately none of the rumors reached other members of the faculty.

Even so… the best laid plans of mice and pedophiles often blow apart at the seams. It was Mary's passion for ten-year-old Pee Wee that caused his parents to charge her with child molestation and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. One day Pee Wee's greedy little mind had caused him to demand money from Mary, saying, ‘If you don't let me have some money, I won't let you put my thing in your mouth again." Stupidly, Mary agreed. Worse, she offered him ten dollars if he would also put his tongue into her hair-lined vagina-to which the boy quickly agreed.