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Subject: UnhlyDes (3/7) "An Unholy Desire" 

cunt, too.
     "Okay, that's taken care of," she beamed, re-entering the living room 
with a glowing smile, her long blonde hair no longer crowning her pretty 
head, but sweeping down around her shoulders the way she'd always worn it 
when he'd seen her.  She'd changed it!  Wonder what for?  "This all looks 
in the right order," she said, flipping through the top five or six pages.  
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this service.  Over and beyond the 
call of duty, as they say."
     "That's okay, Mrs. Dexter ..."
     "Please call me Ann."  She reached over for a cigarette.  "I'm not 
that much older than you, am I?"  She tilted her head to one side, her 
sexy blue eyes level with his and liquidly pouring into them.  "Am I ...?"
     "I-I don't know how old you are, Ann, but I'm eighteen," he lied.
     "And I'll be thirteen in December," she quipped, drawing the towel 
closer around her and then winding the ends into a tight rope over her 
breasts rising and falling, even as she felt it inching slowly down.  
Instead, she pulled out a chair and put the Xerox copies on the end table, 
then lowered herself onto the chair, facing the one she'd offered him.  
"Sit down, Eddie doll.  Let's get to know each other better ... that is, 
if you'd like to ...?"
     For answer, he accepted, trying to keep his eyes above where the 
towel she was wearing had fallen part-way open over her breasts.  
Cumsville!  He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her 
tits, even a part of one where it began to swell out from her chest like a 
Playboy gem ... soft looking ... creamy white from a bikini halter ... and 
even part of one full satiny thigh!  No question!  He'd bet his crummy 
paycheck she was naked and bare-assed underneath that towel that kept 
slipping!
     Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her 
rounded white breasts to him as she touched the sewed-on crest of his high 
school letter sweater.  "What does it mean, dear, and how did you get it?" 
she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his 
chest like branding irons!
     "Pole vaulting," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was 
putting on them.  "I ... I won this last spring."
     "Really?  Pole vaulting?  Now you'll have to refresh my memory, doll, 
what's that?"
     "That's ... that's when you run with a pole and stick it in the 
ground and jump over a pole ..."  God, but it sounded dumb when he said 
it.
     "That's beautiful darling!" Ann exclaimed, clutching at his broad 
youthful hand, the smooth softness of it as intoxicating to her as the 
feel of its hot, young masculinity.  God, he was a beautiful young 
specimen.  The feel of him and his nearness were creating new blinding 
shocks of incredibly sensual fire, fusing her with unknown daring.  God 
almighty, she had to have him ... had to!  "What ... what did your 
girlfriend say when you got the sweater?  Bet she was proud of her 
boyfriend, huh?"  She studied his expression over the rim of her glass.
     "Well ... I-I haven't been going with any girls for a while ... not 
since I've been working part time, that is.  Oh, there's been a couple on 
the side, but I get tired of the bitches nagging at me, calling me and 
wanting me to take them out," he boasted foundlessly.  Hearing his own 
tight-throated reply as if it'd garbled out of a third person in the room, 
he realized he'd never been so fucking uptight in his whole life and his 
painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a pole.
     Oh man, what should he do? ...  She was coming on about as subtle as 
an earthquake, and he wanted it, whatever it was that she was coming on 
with ... but he was scared shitless!
     "Yes, I guess it must be hard for such an athlete like you to keep 
the girls away.  Tell me, Eddie," she said with an air of confidentiality, 
raising her eyebrows as she took another long sip of her chilled wine.  
"Do you really think morality has changed since the advent of drugs?"
     "I-l really don't know, ma'am," he stammered nervously, clutching his 
ice tea glass till his knuckles turned white.
     "Do you turn on?" Ann half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue 
slip out to nervously run over her lushly heated lips.  He said something, 
but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as 
she leaned even closer to the virile teenager.  Then she did it, without 
even thinking; she set down her glass and reaching out for his hand, 
slowly put it inside her terry cloth towel, pressing it against one 
vibrantly naked breast.
     "A young man like you needs an ... an older girl, Eddie, my love," 
she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the 
delicious, clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin.  "A ... a 
girl more my age ... in fact ... a girl I know very well."
     Short of being mummified, Eddie could only gape at her!  She was 
holding his hand tight against the softly yielding warmth of her naked 
breast, and he wondered crazily if the smooth mound of pliant flesh might 
not burn a hole right into his palm!  Christ!  He didn't know what to 
think, let alone do!  Her naked, soft, hot tit right in his hand!  Jesus, 
oh Jesus!  Mrs. Dexter, the doll every guy on the street would give his 
left nut just to touch.  Oh, Jesus, he'd never been so turned on his whole 
life, and if he didn't keep a lid on the explosion, he just might blow his 
wad right there and ruin everything!
     Ann found her own use of words catching in her throat!  God, she'd 
never done anything the equal of this in her life ... but it was a bit 
late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't 
it?  What should she do with him?  Oooohhh ... did she want to suck him?  
He was so young and so handsome... and ... and it, his young splendor, had 
to be the same!  It was an integral part of him ... his beautiful teenage 
cock ... his youthfully sweet sperm ...!
     "Y-You haven't really answered me, Eddie, baby ... about a girl my 
age ..." she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.
     "I-I said ... I didn't know ..."
     "Do ... do you want to find out, baby?"
     He swallowed hard, his young Adam's apple intensively working.  "Yes 
... if you want to ...!"
     The licentiously flushed young wife sensed a chill of rapture prickle 
over her near-nakedness.  She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge 
at the front of his jeans.  She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped 
one hand down to touch his cock with an exploring, caressing feel, 
whispering, "Ah yes, you do like me, darling.  I can tell by how hard your 
cock is!"
     Eddie gasped out, his muscular, young teenage body uncontrollably 
jerking at the contact of her caressing hand with his swollen stalk of 
male hardness.  He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them 
trace the elongated outline of his throbbing cock with a gentle touch, the 
sudden fear that he might shoot-off right there in his shorts sending a 
shudder over his youthful frame.
     "Wh-What're you going to do?" he blurted, writhing excitedly beneath 
her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.
     "I'm going to love it for you, doll!" the near-naked Ann lewdly 
whispered, dropping from the chair onto her knees and gently spreading his 
strong young legs wide apart as she worked her way between them.  "You 
want me to, and I want to!"  She looked up at him, her frenzied blue eyes 
pools of tinted, female lechery.  "You ... you do want me to, don't you 
Eddie?"
     "Uggghhh ... yes, you know I do!"
     God, she'd had no idea that a boy of his age would have such a length 
and thickness!  She caught hold of both his hands and placed them inside 
the towel, molding them to her tingling, hardened nippled breasts as she 
knelt between his legs!  She pulled open the towel, loosening the knot so 
that any slight tug would make it come undone, then she began to unzip his 
fly!  Unbuttoning the Levi's at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up 
at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them 
down, then she began to work inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts.  
Instead of lowering those immediately, she slipped her hand inside the 
front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the swollen heat of 
his virile young cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic 
hair of his lean loins!
     "Oh ... oh damn, Mrs... .  Ann!" he chokingly whimpered, his ardent 
young hands excitedly clutching her full ripened breasts.
     "Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he 
did, revealing the climactic delight of his entire, sensually inflamed 
young cock and balls completely exposed to her in their own lustful, fired 
state!  God, what a handsome young cock!  Teenage?  Who would believe 
that, if it were all they saw of him?  It was so long and so thick, yet 
white and unscarred, its bluish veins transparent within the sleek, hot 
jacket of its foreskin!  And his sperm-filled youthful balls ... so 
delicately fringed with softly curling dark hair, a virtue-destroying 
sight to any normal red-blooded American woman!  He was breath-taking!
     The fiery head ... only the end ... of his throbbing cock protruded 
from its encasing sleeve of tender skin.  A tiny droplet of pearl-like 
liquid clung to its tipped slit, glistening in the sunlight streaming 
through the windows over the piano, and Ann almost insanely wondered if 
her husband ever knew of the erotic descriptions he'd so graphically 
reported in his interviews.  Nothing could describe this delectable 
teenage beauty, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, 
flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that illusive drop!
     Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste-buds, and her love-
starved pussy began to spontaneously seethe with hot, liquid secretions of 
inner passion.  Briefly, she realized that no description could ever catch 
the true aspect of a woman's feelings.  How could any man know what a 
man's cock tasted like to a woman ... specifically a boy cock, or how it 
felt to a girl, hot and hard and beating like a frightened heart in her 
saliva-moistened mouth?  How could he ever know what she thought as she 
sucked him, desiriously slaved with masochistic thirst to draw the raging 
semen from the depths of his secret parts, knowing that she possessed him  
-- that he belonged totally to her at that very moment!  Only a passion 
fired female could possibly know or make another woman understand the 
climactic upheaval that took place inside her when a swollen cock hotly 
squirted its delicious, boiling cum into her mouth ... sweet and thick, 
flooding her throat as she tried to swallow it away!  Her husband could 
never know those blissful moments, not really ... nor could he describe 
them in his research, but she could, she pruriently reasoned, beginning to 
swab her tiny tongue over the smooth swollen tip of Eddie's naked young 
cock, at the same time working its youthful foreskin up and down its rigid 
hardness knowingly with several clasping fingers.  Yes, God yes, she must 
remember every single instant of this precious moment ...!
     "Holy balls!" Eddie gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-eagled 
position, watching her warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his cock, 
taking its entire head into the soft liquid heat of her hot mouth.  It 
couldn't be happening ... not Ann ... sucking his cock!  But ... but she 
was!  Goddamn, yes ... swallowing it right up into her butter-like mouth 
while he clutched her beautiful tits and long blonde hair tickled his 
belly and thighs!  Oh Goddamn!
     He grunted, like a lousy kid, he thought, but uncontrollably and 
thrusting his lean, teenage loins in a responsive action upward at her 
wetly ovalled lips!  He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as 
she sucked back up off of it!  Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, 
never stopping from the beginning, her tiny tongue lashing and caressing 
as she nursed its viriley throbbing hardness.  He watched, lustfully 
spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in 
a little bit more of it, until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against 
the back of her throat!
     Against his clutching hands he felt the warm fleshy resilience of her 
breasts overflowing his spanning fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and 
down above his middle, the hot sucking shelter of her fluid mouth like a 
vacuum siphoning the depths of his balls!  Cumsville!  That's what it was!  
Cumsville, and damned soon for him; he couldn't help himself!  He'd never 
had anything like this!  Slipping it into his girlfriend's tight cunt was 
wild, he'd thought, but to have it sucked by a beautiful girl ... a woman 
like Ann Dexter ...!  Oh Christ, she was cupping his balls with one warm 
hand ... gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, like 
as if she were milking them ...!
     "Uuuugggnhhh ... it's going to cum... pretty soon now ...!" he 
groaned, feeling the hot, boiling torment deep in his groin and belly.  
"Y-You want my ... my handkerchief ...?"
     "Uhn uhn ...!" she negatively grunted around his glistening hardness 
stuffing her voraciously sucking mouth.  And then she began to work 
harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for!  
Holy shit!  Was she going to let him shoot off right in there?
     Ann's excited belly and feverishly taxed loins were an inferno of 
intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act ... 
thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his youth and her forbidden 
seduction of him could fire to such heated points.  The delicious, sweet 
raciness of his virile teenage cock was sweeping her toward the wildest 
orgasm she could possibly have imagined!  She almost smiled ... did, 
inwardly, at the offer of his hanky.  God, what did he think she was madly 
working her ass off for, if not the gushing hotness of his boy cum 
flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat?  Oooohhh, just the lust 
pleasing thought was enough!
     The ardently sucking young wife, masochistic sensations churning 
inside her at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, reached 
down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to 
insert a soothing finger into the sensitive wet flesh between her swollen 
cunt lips!
     Oooooo ... it felt so good!  The blonde, near-naked beauty 
passionately tensed to the caressing strokes of her own outstretched 
finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clitoris as more intensified 
feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body!  
Ooooooo ... so beautiful ... if only it could go on forever...!  But God, 
she had to hurry now ... Carl would be coming home ... and he just might 
not understand!
     Eddie gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the blonde-haired 
young wife sucking him off, his young brain enveloped in a semi-coma of 
youthful lust.  She was still warmly milking his balls with her little 
white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down 
tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every 
upsuck!  He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, pushing 
the wetly glistening rod of hardness up and into her lust-contorted 
beautiful face.  She moaned, and tried to suck harder!  He saw her drop 
her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own 
cunt!  Oh Jesus!  He couldn't stand much more now!  Then she was nipping 
his sensitive head with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with 
new sensations!  Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her 
scraping suck and a plum purple at its smooth rubbery tip!  Goddamn, she 
was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of it 
vanished between her moistened lips, his cock head going right back into 
her hungrily working throat!
     Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock knob 
vibrate and jerk like a bell to its clapper!  He squeezed and pulled at 
the soft pliant flesh of her breast, those nipple hardened full warm 
mounds and then he sensed it ... the gnawing rage deep in his balls!
     He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that 
he could see her lovely, perspiring face stuffed full with his wetly 
glistening cock.  She was slaving over him now, her delicious lips being 
pulled out, their moist inner flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating cock 
as if a part of it.  Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her 
obscene sucking!  He shoved his loins up tighter to her eager face, until 
he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly 
jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out!
     "Aggghhh ... here ... here!  Fuck!  It's cumming, Mrs... . suck it 
...!  Oooohhh!" he blurted, writhing his lean young hips as he tangled his 
hands in her long, dangling tresses to hold her there, while the boiling 
sperm erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her 
voraciously sucking mouth!
     His frantic teenage cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding 
Ann's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy sperm 
which bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt!  Passionately she 
swallowed, moaning around his pumping young cock as her fingers furiously 
fucking into her widespread cunt set off her own insane climax!  She 
plunged her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into 
the heated wetness of her very feverish pussy!  In complete frenzy, she 
tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clitoris while she gluttonously 
sucked and nibbled on his deflating hardness ... at last raising her head 
and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips ...
     "I-I'll take that handkerchief now, Eddie," she half-whispered, her 
exposed naked body revealed to him, her full pointed breasts rising and 
falling in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm.
     He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her 
sultry blue eyes level with his-in an unashamed, open expression as they 
reached his own.  He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too.  
Man, she was some hell of a woman, all right ... the kind a guy could fall 
ass over arm in love with!  She was beautiful ... all of her ... every 
inch!
     "The handkerchief, baby?" she repeated, smiling slightly with her 
lips glistening with his very own cum!  Clumsily he fumbled with his 
lowered pants, trying to get into a pocket, then handing it to her.
     She stood and knotted the towel around her naked body once more, 
brushing her lips with the boy's handkerchief, a thousand thoughts still 
running crazily through her mind, but always with an eye to the door; Carl 
would be home soon.  At last she said, "I have to get dressed, darling.  
My husband, Carl, will be back any second.  This will be our little 
secret, won't it, honey?  And it doesn't have to be the last time, does 
it?"
     "Oh, no way, Mrs. Dexter ... ah, Ann.  To answer your question -- 
yes, I think what I need is a girl your age.  Somebody who doesn't blush 
everytime you talk about sex.  Your husband is a very lucky man, Ann."
     "Thank you, Eddie," she said softly, tucking his handkerchief back 
into his pocket, then leaned close, kissing him on the mouth.  "I only 
wish he appreciated me as much as you do."
     It occurred to her then that this young boy had given her something 
her own husband had failed to give, a realization which made her smile.  
How could she feel any guilt if that were the case?



Chapter 4

     A rare occasion, though it did happen on miscalculated brainstorms.  
Dr. Carl Dexter, genius, researcher, sociologist, possessor of numerous 
Ph.D.'s -- all attested to by the bronze plaques lining his office wall -- 
did not have the facts to substantiate his theorized findings!  How it 
happened, he wasn't certain.  All he knew was that today was Friday and 
this crucial report was due to his grant sponsors by the middle of next 
week.  Christ, it would take the entire weekend to mull through the 
interviews again, and try to decipher what quirk or misgiving of society 
had caused a great many females to turn to others of the same sex for 
companionship and sex.  Had it anything to do with the population boom or 
zero population growth?  Or was it just a mutant fiber in the moral 
structure of today's society?
     Sure, he could guess and make up facts and plagiarize other 
researchers, but his ethical reputation would not allow that.  So again, 
he flipped through the files of subjects who'd volunteered their time and 
openness to be interviewed, revealing the most intimate facts of their 
sexual lives.
     During the initial interviews, he'd had each subject fill out a card 
indicating whether they were homosexual, heterosexual, or both -- meaning 
bi-sexual.  And what he needed now was a good juicy bisexual woman to 
cement his theory that women today are more interested in having careers 
and remaining single, rather than getting married and having children; all 
of this due to human's genetic code which is telling them, subconsciously 
of course, to stop having children, that the world is starving itself and 
choking itself from over population.  Thus, sex is no longer contingent on 
having children, sex for the sake of sex being a more popular attitude.
     Oh shit!  A bunch of gobbledygook with nothing to prove it!  Dr. 
Dexter scratched his balding head and, leaning back in his reclining desk 
chair, lifted his feet to rest on the window sill overlooking the student 
union, reaching for his Meerschaum pipe and cherry tobacco.  Well, maybe 
he could conduct another interview this weekend; certainly Ann wouldn't 
mind.  Now to find the right woman, that was the thing.
     Still puffing on his aromatic tobacco, he swiveled on his coaster-
legged desk chair to the filing cabinet and from the second drawer marked 
"Interviews -- Initial", pulled out the file with "Homosexual -- Female" 
written in bold letters.  Stooping over, knees spread, he flipped through 
the folder, never breaking the rhythmical puffing on his pipe.  "Hmmmm," 
escaped a throaty hum in his voice.
     Valerie Barren, female, age 23, occupation -- stripper!  Hey, now 
that was the kind of proof he needed!  His eyes squinted behind his gold-
rimmed glasses as he tried to remember Valerie.  Slowly, the image of the 
dark-haired vixen carnified before his mind's eye.  Jesus!  How could he 
have forgotten her?!
     Yes, it was all coming back now.  At the time of the initial 
interview he remembered thinking she had to be the epitome of a profoundly 
sensual woman.  Not that his own Ann didn't have all the physical 
qualifications, even more so than Valerie ... Christ, there was a girl 
with a body that wouldn't quit ... but what good was it if you didn't know 
how to use it? ... and there was no doubt in his mind but what that 
stripper would be a wildcat in bed.  Now, wait a minute, Dr. Dexter, don't 
go getting carried away with your work again, he thought with a sly 
sensuous smile.
     But damn it! he snapped his fingers.  In his lifetime he'd never seen 
a doll so hot.  Maybe she didn't have the quality of voluptuous curves 
that Ann possessed, but they were damned sure of the same quality.  Shit, 
he could almost feel the firm smoothness of her softly rounded tit right 
in his hot hand, and she had one of the most inviting, tightest looking 
little asses swelling out behind that he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd 
seen plenty during those initial interviews when he'd call Ann and tell 
her he'd be late at the office.
     Maybe some time he'd go down to Broadway and watch her act -- the one 
she did on stage, that is -- and watch her display her wares.  He bet 
she'd get into some ball tingling, lewd stances she'd strain to get into 
that would make him blow his wad right there before anybody had a chance 
to make him pay the cover charge.  Carl leaned back in the desk chair and 
imagined Valerie Barren bending over straight-legged with her tautly 
ovaled ass cheeks smack dab facing his front row table so that the 
feathers of her costume brushed and tickled the end of his nose.  Maybe 
she'd stoop and face him, swinging her long dark hair in lewd circles so 
that it swooped over the stage floor until her white young tits nearly 
popped out of their wispy halter!  But best of all she'd squat, with knees 
widespread so that he could actually see the outline of her puffy little 
cunt all snug and mouth-watering up there between her shapely legs, even 
in the dim light of the stage.
     But Jesus, how could he get to know her with Ann in the house?  Ann 
...  If only she could get a little more with it in their lovemaking.  Oh, 
she always got hot enough at the start, but he knew without asking her 
that she couldn't cum, which was nothing but failing to let her libido go 
so that she could throw her beautiful ass into it full-fledged without 
feeling guilty.  An old theory that proved true every time.  But if that's 
the way it was, he wasn't going to complain.  The luscious woman had 
everything else in the world going for her, and he knew what his offered 
security meant to her since her father died.  Hell, she'd latched onto him 
the moment she set her eyes on him back there on campus, letting him know 
how it was with her by spreading those pretty legs the very first night.  
Christ, how she'd whimpered and squirmed, and how he'd socked the old cock 
to her ... until she'd just lain there half crying and laughing when it 
was over, she was so happy.  After that it got more intense, he 
remembered, until finally their meetings for lunch and making out under 
the campus oak grove got to be too much for the Dean of Women who'd made 
it her business to spy them out, just because she was so damned horny 
herself.  Well, that's the way it was from the very beginning, the way he 
always said it should be, and he could damned well remember how jubilant 
he'd been just to see her sincere happiness, after waiting so damned long 
and sneaking out with professor's wives.
     It occurred to the professor then, how she'd come on the other night!  
Christ, he'd almost forgotten about that!  She'd said something about 
wanting to suck it, hadn't she?  Sure as hell had!  He'd poured away 
plenty of booze, he recalled, but hell, she kept filling his glass every 
time he turned around, almost as though she wanted him to get loaded.  
Goddamn, she'd said it all right ... wanted to suck him off!  Well now, he 
was just going to cultivate that program right soon, he lustfully decided, 
feeling the immediate responsive swelling of his long heavy cock.  Maybe 
that's what she needed to really turn her on, and goddamn, he was all for 
it ...!
     The phone snapped him out of his reverie.
     "No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Dexter is not here," he lied.  "... Instant 
Press?  Okay, I'll have her give a call the beginning of next week."
     Damn phone!  Just when he was getting into some real heart-throbbing 
thought!  Well ... as long as the spell was broken, might as well get down 
to business.
     "397-8294," he muttered around the stem of his pipe tightly clenched 
between his teeth.  "Hope to hell she's home."

*    *    *

     Friday afternoon and Ann Dexter was all thumbs with her typing that 
afternoon as she worked at the small desk near the window in the Medical 
Center office.  Carl had promised a short day, maybe four hours at most, 
since Dr. Everett had sequestered himself in the Medical Library where he 
was, at that very moment, mulling over the Chapman Report, Master's and 
Johnson and even going so far back as the 1960's reports of Dr. Kinsey, et 
al.  His absence proved a blessing for the young blonde whose mind just 
couldn't seem to stick to the subject.  Or was the subject too sticky?  
Oh, God, she didn't know!
     She erased the "m," brushing off the eraser debris with the brush end 
of the eraser, and typed in an "n."  Minutes dragged on, and still her 
fingers wouldn't loosen, and all because of that fifteen year old boy!  
He'd satisfied some of her hunger, anyway!  At least now she had the 
enchanting young masculine beauty of Eddie, the Instant Press boy, at 
hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication on her part, 
and he was the most lovable, eatable lamb in the world!  Except, next 
time, she intended to further his manly education another way!  And 
lastly, the frustration of last night's abortive lovemaking had left her 
high and dry.  Carl had been too tired the night before to pump enough