Prologue
The younger boy, about eleven years old wearing jeans with three inch cuffs, disarmingly fresh-faced with thick hair looks up to his companion as they walk. “Tony, what happens in the scene after Warren Beatty and Natalie Wood kiss and stuff?”
Tony, about four years older, handsome, athletic, wearing a letterman’s sweater shrugs and says, “I guess the director says ‘cut’ and they set up for the next scene.”
“No,” Jerry says, “I mean, if the movie was real, and they weren’t actors, and they kiss and stuff, and it fades to black, what do the man and woman do next?”
“They never show that part,” Tony replies. “They’re probably taking their clothes off, and they don’t want you to see ’em naked.”
“Oh,” Jerry says.
As they near the set Tony asks, “Do you know your lines?”
“Yeah, I know ’em,” Jerry says. “Tony, who would you rather see naked; Mrs. Billingsley or Mrs. Randall?”
“You better not let them hear you ask that, or you’ll be in hot water for sure.”
As the two near the yellow two-story house on the back lot of Universal Studios they see a man standing on the sidewalk in front of the house facing them. “Hey, Tony,” Jerry says, “Who’s that guy?”
“I don’t know,” Tony says. “He looks kind of familiar, though.”
The man is wearing a dark suit, the coat buttoned framing a narrow tie. He is in his late thirties with black hair and a serious face. His hands are clasped in front of him and dangling between the fingers of one hand is a cigarette. He takes a puff as the boys approach but remains quiet. The boys turn onto the walkway leading to the porch, glance back once at the man, then walk into the house.
The man turns toward the street and begins speaking. “The year is 1963. The place is 211 Pine Street in the city of Mayfield, or at least that’s how it’s identified in the script. A suburban paradise where childhood innocence is never lost, the problems encountered are never tragic, and are always solved with equal doses of wisdom and humor by sage adults in twenty-two and a half minutes.”
He nods toward the house. “Those two young actors think they have entered a set and are about to shoot an episode of their long-running and successful television series. But a prime time situation comedy never depicts life as it really is. It glosses over the uncomfortable realities of war, poverty, sex, and misery for the sake of entertainment. There is a cost for such a pernicious disregard for the human condition, as those two boys are about to discover. For that is not a set filled with the writers, producers, film crew, and the cast members they are expecting. They have entered a place where the tension is never eased by canned laughter and the viewer is no longer shielded by the fade to black. They are now in the Twilight Zone.
SCENE 1: BEDROOM
(Wally and Beaver)
(Opening theme music plays.)
As the door closes behind the boys they pause in the entry way and look around. “They changed the set, Wally,” the younger boy says. “There’s more walls and stuff. And you can’t see the camera and crew.”
Wally responds, “Yeah, it looks like a real house. Let’s see what it’s like upstairs.” Wally leaps up the stairs and his young brother follows close behind. They explore their shared room and the adjoining bathroom.
“It looks the same, except it has walls,” Wally says. “I don’t see how they’re going to shoot in here, though. Where will they put the camera?”
“What’s the camera for again?”
Wally looks puzzled and sits on his bed. “Gee, Beave, I can’t remember. I knew a minute ago.”
The younger boy bounces onto the bed, then says, “Wally, I think I hear something.”
“Yeah, me too, Beave. Sounds like it is coming from Mom and Dad’s room.”
The younger boy is distracted by the unfamiliar look of his desk. He pulls open a drawer and says, “Look, Wally. There’s real stuff in the drawers. Once in a while there are props, but now there is a neat bag of marbles, and look, green army men.”
Wally pulls open one of his drawers to find it is also full. “Mine too, Beave.” He pulls out an issue of Playboy magazine, and opens it so that the centerfold falls out.
“What is it, Wally?” Beaver asks.
“A naked lady,” Wally says.
Beaver rushes over to stand at Wally’s shoulder and look at the centerfold. “Gee, Wally, she sure is pretty. Why you got a naked lady magazine? Are they going to use it in the show?”
“Nah, the censors would never allow that on the show. They won’t even let ’em show our toilet.”
“Why is that, Wally?”
“I guess they figure if the audience sees a toilet they’ll want to get up and go to the bathroom and miss a commercial.”
“What will they do if they see a naked lady?”
“I don’t know. Probably stick their dick in someone and miss a whole bunch of commercials. Looking at her makes me want to stick my dick in someone.”
“Why would you want to do that, Wally?”
“Gee, Beave,” the older boy says. “Don’t you know anything? Sticking your dick in a girl is about the best feeling you can have. It’s even better than hitting a home run.”
“Where do you stick it?” Beaver asks.
“There’s a hole between her legs,” Wally says pointing at the triangle of hair on the centerfold. “It fits in there.”
“No kidding?” Beaver says. “I thought it was like a wig or something.”
“There’s a hole, alright. And when the guy sticks his dick in there he fills her up with his white stuff.”
“Have you ever stuck your dick in a girl, Wally?”
“No,” he says. “But I sure want to.”
“Wally, what are we doing here again?” Beaver asks.
“I’m not sure, Beaver,” Wally says. “I guess we live here,”
Beaver looks confused. “Wally, why do you call me a dumb animal’s name?”
“I remember something… something about how I couldn’t pronounce Theodore when I was little. Then I started calling you Beaver, and everyone else did, too.”
“That’s the dumbest reason I ever heard for a name, Wally. Couldn’t the writers have come up with a better reason than that?”
“What writers?” Wally asked.
The noise from the bedroom down the hall grows louder. The boys look up, but their attention quickly returns to the nude image in front of them. Beaver asks, “If you could stick your dick in anyone, who would it be?”
“I don’t know, Beave,” Wally says licking his lips. “Mom always gives me a boner, so I guess I’d like to put my dick in her.”
“I didn’t think you were supposed to stick your dick in your own mother,” Beaver says.
“She’s not my mother, she’s just an act–” Wally pauses trying to decide how to finish the sentence.
“She’s not your mother? Were you ’dopted Wally?”
“I’m not adopted,” Wally says. “I’m an– Huh, I can’t think of it. Anyway, for sure I would stick it in Mom.”
“I’d stick it in Miss Landers,” Beaver says with a big smile.
“You’ve been wanting to stick it in her since the second grade, Beaver.”
The noise from the bedroom grows louder, making it clear it is a squeaking bed and a woman’s rhythmic shrieking. It reaches a crescendo and stops.
“Maybe Mom did something wrong and Dad’s spanking her,” Beaver says.
“Heck, Dad doesn’t even spank us” Wally says. “I don’t think he is spanking Mom.”
From down the hall the boys hear their parent’s bedroom door open. The two quickly go to their doorway to see Fred Rutherford emerge from their parent’s room fastening his belt and then adjusting his horn-rimmed glasses. “Hello boys,” he says, his deep voice resonating in the hall.
“Gee, Mr. Rutherford, was that you spanking Mom?” Beaver asks.
“It certainly was,” he says as he adjusts his tie and smoothes the few stray hairs on his bald head. “I spanked her good, real good. Apparently your mother doesn’t get spanked nearly as often as she needs.”
“Did she do something real bad?” Beaver asks.
“Yes she did,” the tall, balding man says. “And you can tell her the next time she answers the door without any clothes on I’m going to spank her again. Maybe I’ll bring some friends of mine from work and we can all spank the boss’ wife together.” A hearty laugh erupts from the man as he trots down the steps.
They hear their father downstairs open the front door as he arrives home from work and say in his usual pleasant manner, “Oh, hello, Fred. I didn’t know you were here.” The man laughs raucously, as he exits and slams the front door shut. “Honey, I’m home,” Ward yells up the stairs.
June emerges from her bedroom and greets her husband from the top of the stairs. “I’ll be right down, Dear.” The boys fix their eyes on their mother and she turns to them. “Hello boys. How was school today?”
“Oh…fine, Mom. I guess.” Wally says, somewhat distracted and turning away.
“Wally, what’s the matter?” June asks. “Are you not feeling well?” June grabs the back of Wally’s neck and presses her naked breast onto his forehead. “You don’t feel warm,” she says releasing him, leaving his hair disheveled. Wally quickly pulls a comb from his pocket and runs it through his hair.
“He’s not sick, Mom,” Beaver says. “He’s just got a boner. You can tell ’cause his pants are sticking out. I ’spect it’s on account of you not having any clothes on. Like the naked lady in the magazine.”
“Oh, I see,” June says bending way over to examine the teen’s protruding khakis. “Why, that’s a big one, Wally. I’m flattered. You must take after my father. You certainly didn’t get it from your father.”
“Ah, gee, Mom,” Wally says his face flushing in embarrassment. “It’s weird you not having any clothes on.”
June straightens up, fluffs her hair in the back, and says, “I am wearing my pearl necklace, matching ear rings and a very nice pair of high heels, and that is quite enough from now on.” June bends one knee slightly and places her hands on her hips posing as though in a beauty contest. The boys both stare at the nipples on her small yet shapely breasts that are beginning to stiffen and protrude. “If I never see another one of those stupid, high-collared dresses I’ve been wearing all these years it’ll be too soon.”
“Gee, Mom,” Wally says pointing at the white substance dripping down the inside of her thigh. “You’re leaking like the radiator in my jalopy.”
“So I am Wally,” June says. “Would you like to lick it up? No? How about you Beaver?”
“No thanks, Mom,” Beaver says. “That kind of makes me want to barf.”
“No sissy boys in this family,” June says proudly.
“Mom,” Beaver asks, “Aren’t you afraid someone is going to spank you again if you go around without any clothes on?”
“I certainly hope so, Beaver. Fred’s was the best spanking I’ve had in a long time.” June turns and glides down the stairs. “I want you boys to do your homework before dinner. And Beaver don’t forget you have a Boy Scout meeting this afternoon.”
“Wally,” Beaver asks as he watches his mother descend the stairs, “if Mr. Rutherford spanked Mom, how come her butt isn’t red?”
“Don’t you see, Beave?” Wally says. “Spanking is just a different way of saying he put his dick in her.”
“Oh,” Beaver says. He turns to his brother, “Whatcha gonna do with that boner, Wally.”
“I don’t know,” he says watching until his mother disappears. “It sure hurts though.”
SCENE 1: ENTRANCE
(June, Eddie, Ward)
As June reaches the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rings. She confirms her short hair is in place with her hand and opens the door.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Cleaver,” Eddie Haskel says. “You’re looking especially attractive today.”
June begins, “Now, Eddie–” but is cut short.
“You’ve been trimming your muff, haven’t you Mrs. Cleaver?” Eddie says. “That triangular shape is very fetching. And all the young men in the neighborhood admire your breasts, Mrs. Cleaver. I must say, looking at them now makes me want to splash a load all over them.”
June decides to end the tedium of the boy’s bravado. “Well, Eddie, I would like to see you cover my tits with your cum. Why don’t you come in and we’ll get started?”
Eddie’s jaw drops, and he stutters, “Ah, that’s very nice of you Mrs. Cleaver but, ah, I wouldn’t want to offend Mr. Cleaver, and–”
“Oh, I can assure you Ward doesn’t care who comes on my tits, Eddie,” she says reaching for his hand, pulling him inside and closing the door. June reaches for his belt buckle.
Eddie leaps backward. “Oh, no, Mrs. Cleaver. I have such a big load it would go everywhere, and get in your hair. I wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty hairdo.” He pries her fingers from his belt.
“I could used a big load, Eddie,” June says. “You can squirt some of it on my face, too. I hear cum is very good for the complexion.”
“I just remembered, Mrs. Cleaver,” Eddie says maneuvering away from her and toward the stairs. “I shot my load in one of my teachers at school. She was begging me for it, so naturally I had to oblige. I’d be delighted to drench you with my cum another time.” As Eddie backs up the stairs he says, “Is Wallace at home? I told him I would help him with his algebra.” He turns and disappears up the stairs.
June smiles to herself, fluffs her hair and goes into the kitchen where Ward is looking for a snack. They kiss briefly and June puts on an apron and ties it around her waist. “Ward, why are you staring at me?”
“You’re wearing my favorite outfit, Dear,” he says. “You know what those pearls do to me.”
“I thought they only did it for you when they were being pulled out of your butt.”
“You’re quite right. That’s what I think about every time I see them.”
SCENE 3: BEDROOM
(Wally, Beaver, Eddie)
Eddie enters into Wally and Beaver’s room where the boys have resumed looking at the magazine. “Oh, hey Eddie,” Wally says.
“Your mother is such a slut,” Eddie says, his tone angry. “It’s getting so a guy isn’t safe around here any more. I had to finger fuck her and make her come twice before she would leave me alone. It’s a good thing I know my way around a cunt.”
“Gee, Eddie,” Beaver says. “Weren’t you afraid you’d loose your fingers?”
“What are you talking about?” Eddie asks.
“Wally says you’re afraid to stick your dick in a girl’s hole because you think they all have teeth in there and would bite it off.”
“Very funny, Wally,” Eddie says. He stands over their shoulders and looks at the centerfold. “I’ve had better looking broads,” he says.
Wally glances at Beaver and smirks.
“Say, Wally,” Eddie asks. “What are you going to do about that boner? You should take care of that. A person can get blue balls.”
“What are blue balls?” Beaver asks.
“If you get a boner and don’t release the tension, the whole mess could fall off,” Eddie says. “I read it in a medical journal.”
“When did you ever read a medical journal?” Wally asks.
“I’m a very curious sort of guy. I read lots of things,” Eddie says. “You should probably let me show you how to relieve the tension, Wally, so it doesn’t fall off. Just drop your drawers and I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Gee, Eddie,” Wally says, “how come you’re always wanting to get at my dick?”
“Just trying to be a good friend,” Eddie says. “What about you Beaver? Your dick could fall off, too.”
Beaver pauses thoughtfully, then says, “I guess I’d rather have it fall off than let you touch it, Eddie. Besides, I’m saving myself for Miss Landers.”
“You two just don’t know what’s good for you,” Eddie says.
SCENE 4: KITCHEN
(June, Lumpy, Violet)
Ward has gone to change his clothes and June is preparing a pot roast in the kitchen when she hears the knock. She makes sure her hair is in place and opens the back door. The heavy-set boy and his eleven year old, plain-faced sister are standing with their hands folded in front of them. June smiles warmly and says, “Hello Lumpy, hello Violet. What brings you two over this afternoon?”
Lumpy sticks his hands in his pockets and shuffles his feet saying, “Hello Mrs. Cleaver. Mom sent us over to find Dad. She figured he would be here with, ah… you.”
“I’m afraid you’ve missed him, Lumpy,” June says, gathering up her apron to wipe her hands and exposing even more of her nakedness. “Fred is kind of a ‘Wham, bam, thank you ma’am type, heavy on the bam and light on the thank you.”
“Oh,” Lumpy says glancing at what is under her apron, and then looks at his shuffling feet even more.
“Is Beaver home?” Violet asks hopefully.
“Yes, the boys are upstairs with Eddie. Would you like me to have him come down?”
“Yes, please, Mrs. Cleaver,” Violet says.
“Shall I tell Wally you’re here too, Lumpy?” June asks.
“Oh, that’s all right, Mrs. Cleaver. I’d rather spend time with you. If that’s okay.”
June smiles slyly, “How sweet of you, Lumpy. I’ll be right back.”
SCENE 5: ENTRANCE AND FAMILY ROOM
(June, Beaver, Violet)
Violet follows as June exits the kitchen and enters the front entrance by the stairs. Yelling toward the upstairs June says, “Beaver, you have a visitor. Can you come down, please?”
The boy jumps down the stairs and lands at the bottom next to his mother. He sees Violet standing there. “Gee, Violet. What are you doing here?”
His mother reminds him to be polite and tells him to take Violet into the family room where the two of them can watch television, and June returns to the kitchen. Beaver turns on the large console television and sits on the couch with Violet. As The Bullwinkle Show comes on Beaver picks up a piece of rope and begins working it into a knot.
“What’s that for, Beaver?” Violet asks.
“I’m trying to learn my knots so I can get my badge for Boy Scouts. The whole troop is coming over today for a meeting.”
“Oh,” she says. “Is it hard?”
“Kinda sorta,” he says.
After another few seconds of silence Violet says, “Beaver, how come you never talk to me at school?”
“Oh, I never talk to girls,” Beaver says, “on account of they’re not very interesting.”
“You talk to Miss Landers all the time. Do you think she is interesting?”
“Sure,” Beaver says. “Miss Landers is real interesting.”
“What makes her so interesting?”
“Well,” Beaver pauses his knot tying and looks thoughtful, “she smells good, and I like the way she walks, and she has big tits.”
“I can walk, and I have tits, too,” she says pulling out the top of her dress from around the neck and leaning toward the boy. “See?”
Beaver stands and peers down the girls dress at her bare, beginnings of breasts. “Yours are more like bee stings,” he says.
Frustrated, the girl plops her hands in her lap. She composes herself quickly and says, “Beaver, would you like to kiss me?”
“Gee, Violet,” Beaver says, “why would I want to do that?”
“Oh Beaver” she says, the frustration returning. “Don’t you know anything?”
“People are always asking me that so I guess not.” He stands, drops the rope, and says, “But at least I know I’m not a dumb old girl. I gotta go now, Violet. Wally’s afraid Eddie will try to suck his dick if I’m not around.” He turns and bolts up the stairs. Violet pouts, then heaves a sigh of longing for what she fears will never be.
SCENE 6: KITCHEN
(Lumpy, June)
In the kitchen June is holding Lumpy by the lapel of his Hawaiian shirt with one hand and stuffing jellybeans into his mouth with the other. He chews, swallows and reluctantly opens his mouth for another. June pushes it in allowing him to envelope her finger with his lips as she withdraws, teasing his lips on the way out.
“Really, Mrs. Cleaver,” Lumpy says. “I shouldn’t have any more. Mom says I am too fat as it is.”
“Oh, what a cruel thing to say,” June says in a sympathetic pout. She lets her hands slide down to encompass his wide stomach. “I don’t care how big a man’s waist is. I only care about how big he is below the waist.” She pulls out the waist of his pants and reaches down into his shorts with the other.
“There it is,” she says as she grasps his already hard dick. “My goodness, Lumpy, is that as big as it feels?”
Lumpy’s hands immediately clutch her bare breasts and he squeezes and fondles them as he drools from his partially open mouth. “Are you going to let me do it to you, Mrs. Cleaver?”
She unleashes his belt and unzips his pants and says, “Lumpy I am going to insist you do it to me. I am not letting you leave until you do it to me good.”
“That’s swell of you, Mrs. Cleaver,” Lumpy responds, stepping out of his pants, which had fallen to the floor.
June opens a fresh can of Crisco, scoops out a hunk of the white greasy substance and begins massaging it onto his dick. It quickly warms from the heat of her hands and his hot dick and turns into transparent oil. She leads him by his dick to the kitchen table, leans over until her hips are against the edge and her breasts are nearly touching the surface. “Have you ever done this before, Lumpy?” she asks.
“No, Ma’am,” he says.
“Do you see that little wrinkled hole on top?” she says as she spreads her butt cheeks wide with both hands. “Stick it right in there.”
“Are you sure, Mrs. Cleaver?” Lumpy asks. “I thought it was the other hole, and it seems kind of small. Isn’t my dick going to hurt trying to get in there?”
“I’m counting on it, Lumpy. Stick it in as far as it will go and pound me like a bass drum.”
Lumpy grabs her hips, centers his dick on the target and presses inside. He trembles at the sensation her warm, tight hole is creating in his dick. He pushes hard until he is as deep as her butt cheeks and his large stomach will allow.
“That’s right, Lumpy,” she says. “Stuff me like a Christmas turkey.”
The chubby boy begins thrusting madly at her quivering butt as she encourages him. “Give it to me, Lumpy. Give it all you’ve got.”
“Dad was right, Mrs. Cleaver. You really are like a bitch in heat.”
“Oh, yeah, you big dog,” June says. “Make me your bitch.”
Lumpy slides in and out of her greasy ass working up a sweat that drips onto his shirt covered with girls doing the hula. It’s his first fuck and his breathing is labored as he nears a quick completion. June fingers herself, moans loudly and the Formica table rocks back and forth as he pushes her against it. He practically crushes her hips with his steely grip and she cries out loudly, “Oh, Lumpy, you fat fuck you’re making me come.”
He is so thrilled to be making her come he blows his load for the first time into a woman and he is sure it is the greatest moment of his life.
SCENE 7: FAMILY ROOM
(Ward, Violet)
“Well, Hello Violet,” Ward says encountering the dejected girl in the family room where Beaver left her.
The homely girl glances up, “Hello, Mr. Cleaver,” then lets her head fall again.
He pauses, then sits in a high-backed chair across from the girl. “Why so sad, Violet?”
“I don’t think you’d understand, Mr. Cleaver,” Violet says. “You being so old and all.”
“Well, Violet,” Ward says, “I may be old but I still remember what is was like to be your age. In fact, June says in some ways I am still your age. Why don’t you try to explain and I’ll do my best to understand.”
The girl fiddles with her pigtails in hesitation, and then says, “Well, I wanted Beaver to kiss me and he wouldn’t. And then he called me a dumb old girl.”
“I see,” Ward says. “I’m afraid the Beaver isn’t quite ready for a meaningful relationship with such an attractive and mature young lady like yourself.”
Violet found herself smiling at the unexpected praise. “Gee, Mr. Cleaver, that was an awfully nice thing to say. Do you really think I’m attractive?”
“I certainly do, Violet,” Ward says. “Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the prettiest girl in your class.”
Violet smiles again, then says, “The boys at school don’t think I’m pretty, and they never say nice things like that to me.”
Ward smiles broadly, “Violet, I think you’ll find boys your age will never value what you have to offer. A man such as myself, on the other hand, has enough experience to appreciate your finer qualities.”
“What qualities, Mr. Cleaver?”
“Why, take your breasts, for example,” Ward says. “I’ll bet the boys at school all flock around the girls with large breasts like pigeons on bread crumbs.”
“That’s for sure,” Violet says.
“You have what we call budding breasts,” Ward says. “And I think they are the most beautiful kind of breasts to have.”
“You do?” Violet says in an amazed whisper.
“I certainly do. And you have the slender, narrow hips of a wood nymph that just thrill me.”
Violet’s face reddens and her manner turns shy as she says, “My dad never says things like that to me.”
“Fred Rutherford has been an employee of mine for many years and he is a good friend, but he will never see what a treasure he has in you. He’s like those boys at school who only like girls with large breasts.”
“Yeah, he’s always talking about Mrs. Cleaver’s breasts and how perfectly shaped they are.”
“Violet,” Wards says leaning his elbows on his knees to be closer to the girl, “do you know what your most beautiful aspect is?”
“No, Mr. Cleaver. What?”
“Why, your lips, of course,” Ward says. “I’m afraid Beaver is more retarded than I thought if he doesn’t want to kiss those exquisitely shaped, innocent pink lips of yours.”
“Gee, Mr. Cleaver,” her voice more breath than tone. “Really?”
“Why, if you would let me, I would hold you in my lap and kiss those lips so tenderly and lovingly you would think you were in a movie, like Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty in Splendor In The Grass.”
Violet’s mouth hangs open in wonder, and then she says, “I’ve always wanted to be kissed like that.”
Ward reaches out a hand and his smile broadens. “You deserve to be kissed like that every hour of every day,” he says.
Violet bites her lip as she hesitates, then stands, takes Ward’s hand and allows him to pull her into his lap. She sits on his thigh as his arm pulls her close and she drapes her hands on his shoulders. Ward places his other hand on her knee just under the hem of her simple cotton dress. Her green eyes sparkle as she stares at the man’s face and prepares herself by licking her lips.
His kiss is everything she had hoped for; tender yet passionate, and his embrace firm but loving. He cradles her face in his hands just like Warren Beatty did in the movie. When he finally releases her, Violet says, “Wow, Mr. Cleaver, that was wonderful.”
“Indeed it was, My Dear,” Ward says moving his hand slowly under her dress to glide over her smooth, slender thigh. “In addition to your great beauty you kiss like Natalie Wood.”
“Can we do it again?” she asks. “Mrs. Cleaver won’t get mad at me will she?”
“No, June won’t mind at all,” Ward says, “And of course we may do it again.” He kisses the young girl and caresses her thighs under the dress causing her to pull away from his lips and giggle. She pushes his hand away from her thighs saying, “That tickles.”
Ward nuzzles in her neck and tickles her ribs causing a cascade of laughter from the girl and a sudden spasm of her body and legs. “A charming laugh, too,” Ward says. “You are a delight.”
As her laughter subsides he lets his hand spread across her stomach and move upward to encompass one breast. “Nothing feels as wonderful as a budding breast,” he says staring into the girl’s adoring eyes.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to touch me there, Mr. Cleaver,” Violet says coyly.
“I won’t if it makes you feel bad. Does it feel bad, Violet when my large, warm hand covers your tender young breast?”
“I guess not,” the girl replies, again biting her lip.
Ward stops his hand as though frozen. “Oh, you have to be sure, Violet. You see, I want everything I do to make you feel very good, indeed. I want you to feel the same thrill you felt when I kissed you, whether I am touching your breast,” he moves his hand under her dress, “your thighs, or any thing else. So tell me, My Dear, does my hand feel good on your thighs?”
Violet’s mouth drops open as she leans back slightly, “Yes, Mr. Cleaver. It feels very good.” Her knees spread as his hand massages between them inching farther up to the target. As his finger touches her panties her legs spread even wider to allow his manipulation of her fleshy vulva underneath. She feels the growing dampness in her underpants as he strokes over them, then his finger snakes inside. She gasps as he encircles her clitoris firmly and more expertly than she had ever managed to do herself. Her bud is positively throbbing under his touch as he nibbles on her ear. It happens so fast she is overwhelmed. Her body shakes, her eyes flutter, and she gasps as though dunked in cold water. Ward cuddles her in his lap and kisses her forehead. He can feel the last shivers of her orgasm as she lays her head on his shoulder. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he says.
SCENE 8: BEDROOM AND ENTRANCE
(Eddie, Beaver, Wally, Miss Landers, June)
Eddie is breathing over Wally’s neck staring at the centerfold making Wally uncomfortable. Wally and Beaver both have boners, Eddie does not. “Gee, Eddie, why ya gotta be so close all the time?” Wally says.
“Just trying to see the beautiful broad,” Eddie says.
“Yeah, right,” Wally says brushing at his neck with his hand.
Beaver is grabbing his boner over his pants. “It’s starting to hurt, Wally. Does your boner hurt?”
“Nah, it only hurts when I think about Mom,” Wally says.
“I guess mine hurts because I’m thinking about Miss Landers, wishing I could see her naked.”
The boys hear the doorbell ring and Wally takes the opportunity to extract himself from Eddie. “I’ll get it,” he says, hands the magazine to his brother and runs down the stairs. He opens the door to Miss Landers standing on the porch, her black hair coifed in short curls, wearing a tight fitting skirt and white blouse.
“Oh, oh.” Wally says, thinking Beaver must have done something really bad at school to make his teacher come to the house.
“Hello, Wally,” she says. “My, don’t you look handsome today in your letterman’s sweater. Oh, and is that boner for me?”
“Heck no, Miss Landers. I have a boner pretty much all the time these days.”
The young teacher frowns in disappointment. “Well, may I come in Wally?”
“Sure,” he says admitting her. “Shall I call Mom, or has Beaver done something really bad and I should call Dad?”
“Actually, I came to see you, Wally.”
“What for, Miss Landers? I haven’t done anything bad at school for a long time.”
“Oh, you’re not in trouble, Wally,” she says brushing his shoulder with her hand as though to remove some lint, then easing into a gentle massage of his back and neck. “I came to ask if you would be in the school play I’m directing. It’s Romeo and Juliet. You would be playing the part of Romeo, of course, because you’re so young and handsome.”
“I’ve never been in a play,” Wally says. “I don’t think I would be very good at it.”
“With my direction I’m sure you would be excellent.” She puts both arms around his neck and kisses him.
Surprised, Wally stands and allows her to shove her tongue down his throat. She pulls away breathing heavily. “That was very good, Wally,” she says clutching and nuzzling him. “You’re a natural actor for love scenes. I think you’re going to be perfect in the part. Did you know Romeo was only fifteen, just like you?”
“I’m sixteen, Miss Landers,” Wally says, “I don’t think–”
“We can rehearse in here,” she says backing him up toward the closet under the stairs. She reaches behind him for the doorknob, pulls open the door, reaches into his pants, grabs his dick and pushes him inside the closet.
“I’d better not, Miss Landers,” Wally says grabbing her by the shoulders to keep her from getting any closer. “Beaver is kind of sweet on you and he might get sore if I was to rehearse like that with you. Maybe, if it was Julius Caesar with a lot of stabbing and stuff it would be okay.”
“But Wally, I’ve been wanting to play this part with you for a long time, and we could relax your boner, too. I know how hard it is to relax a boner at your age,” she says giving it a squeeze. “You could relax it in my mouth, or just about anywhere you like. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I know,” Wally says pulling her arm out of his pants with a mighty effort. “You could give the part to Beaver. I’ll bet he would like all that kissing and stuff as long as it was with you.”
Miss Landers’ expression turns to frustration and anger. “Wally, I don’t want Beaver to have the part. He’s just a boy, you’re a young man. A very handsome one with something a woman can hold onto. Holding Beaver would be like holding a piece of chalk. And I’m sick of holding little pieces of chalk.”
June enters from the kitchen, smiles and says, “I thought I heard you Miss Landers. What ever brings you here?”
Looking chagrined the teacher says, “I came to see if Wally wanted to be in the school play.”
Wally says, “I told her Beaver would be better at it than me because there’s no stabbing.”
“Oh, I’m sure he would love that,” June says. “Beaver,” June says shouting up to the boys’ room, “Miss Landers is here to see you.”
“That’s alright Mrs. Cleaver,” Miss Landers says. “Beaver is really too–”
Before she can finish the sentence Beaver has bounded down the steps and landed next to his mother. “Gee, Miss Landers. I’ve never seen you anywhere but in class before. How come your shirt isn’t buttoned up all the way like at school? I can see the top of your tits.”
Miss Landers smiles politely, tucks one hand under her arm and closes her blouse to cover her cleavage with the other while looking longingly at Wally.
“Beaver,” June says, “why don’t you take miss Landers into the living room. I think there is something she wants to ask you.” Turning to Wally she says, “I need Wally’s help in the kitchen?”
Grateful for being extracted from the situation, Wally says, “Sure, Mom,” and the two disappear as Miss Landers reluctantly follows Beaver into the living room.
SCENE 9: KITCHEN
(Wally, June)
June escorts Wally into the kitchen where she resumes her dinner preparations. She pulls golden brown biscuits from the oven and the two inhale the aroma of vanilla as they stack them on a plate. “Wally, does Miss Landers make you nervous?” June asks as she enlists Wally’s help in slicing strawberries for the shortcake.
“Nah, she is some teacher, though,” Wally says. “I think she wanted me to come right in my pants.”
“Wally, you’ve never stuck your dick in a girl before, have you? Miss Landers is very attractive. Why didn’t you make her your first.”
“She’s kind of the only thing Beaver thinks about. I wouldn’t want him to get sore at me for doing her. He can get pretty upset when he has a beef with you.”
“That’s very sweet Wally, but opportunities like Miss Landers don’t come along every day.”
“Sure they do, Mom. Seems like when anybody comes into this house they want to do it first thing.”
“Perhaps, but you don’t take advantage of them,” June says. “Why?”
“I don’t know, Mom. I guess I’m saving myself for the right one. You know, someone who doesn’t like me just because I hit home runs, or look good in a letterman’s sweater.”
June smiles. “I like you because you think of your brother before yourself. That’s the mark of a true gentleman.”
An embarrassed Wally says, “Gee, Mom.”
June takes a large, ripe strawberry and places it on Wally’s lips. His large bite causes juice to run down the side of his chin. June scoops it up with her finger and places it into her mouth. She smiles fetchingly as she withdraws and licks her finger simultaneously. Wally smiles and his face flushes.
“Wally,” Junes says softly, “you could always do me if you wanted.”
“Heck, Mom,” Wally says. “Even Beaver doesn’t think it’s okay to do your own Mom.”
“Beaver doesn’t know anything,” June says. “It’s always okay to do it as long as it makes you both feel good. I want you to remember that, Wally.” She takes a bite out of another berry, and she encourages him to take a bite from the same one. “Don’t you think it would feel good to stick your dick in me?”
“Well, sure, Mom,” Wally says. “I’ve been wanting to stick my dick in you for as long as I can remember. You do so many guys I didn’t think you’d want to do it with a kid like me.”
“That’s nonsense, Wally. Family always comes first with me. I’ve been hoping you would ask me for some time now.”
“You have?” Wally says, his embarrassment replaced with wonder.
“Yes,” June says, “and thinking about doing you has made me so wet I’m dripping.”
“You sure do leak a lot, Mom,” Wally says with a chuckle.
“Are you excited about doing me, Wally?” June asks.
“Sure, Mom,” Wally says. “I’m stiff most all the time these days, but it only hurts when I think about you. And it hurts something fierce now. Only, I don’t know what to do exactly, and I don’t want you to think I don’t know anything, like Beaver.”
June removes the stem from another very ripe strawberry, “I’m going to teach you everything you need to know, Wally,” and she places the fruit so that it is just far enough into her vagina that it remains visible without falling out. “Get on your knees, place your hands on my breasts, Dear, and eat the strawberry.”
Wally gets down on his knees then assesses his chances of doing what she wants successfully. “That seems kind of hard, Mom.”
“A strong, athletic boy like you will get the hang of it in no time,” she says.
Wally clutches her breasts and bends down to reach the strawberry. He crunches it between his teeth and eats the fruit bathed in his mother’s cumy juices. June clasps both hands behind his head and says, “Keep eating, Wally.
“But there’s no more strawberry,” Wally says.
“Just keep eating, Wally.”
Wally doesn’t think he should actually eat his mother, but he licks up and swallows every drop of liquid he encounters. She seems to enjoy this, especially when he licks a bump located just above the big, leaky hole. “Good job, Wally. Eat me, eat me.”
June’s shriek rings out in the kitchen and Wally is afraid she is going to break his neck the way she is twisting it with her hands. She gasps several times, releases him and lies down on the kitchen floor. “Stick it in me, Wally,” she says. Stick it to me good.”
Wally fumbles his pants down, throws the apron up over her breasts and sticks his dick in the hole between her legs. He wonders how many other men have stuck their dicks in her and filled her with their white stuff. He thinks he probably ate a bunch of Fred Rutherford’s white stuff when he was down there. Once he strokes a few times inside her, though, he doesn’t really care. The sensation is so new and thrilling to him he explodes into his mother a couple of minutes later.
“That was very powerful, Wally. You cum as hard as that stallion on Uncle Ned’s farm.”
“Gee, Mom. You let a horse stick his dick in you?”
“No, I tried, though. I had to settle for him coming in my mouth. He shot it down my throat so hard I practically drowned. I swallowed every drop, though. I’d like to swallow yours, too, Wally. Do you think you can come again?”
“Well, sure, Mom. Sometimes I can get hard and come five times in a row just thinking about you.”
“Oh, how sweet,” June says. “You’re going to make some girl a wonderful lover.”
“Heck, Mom,” Wally says. “I only want to stick it in you.”
SCENE 10: FAMILY ROOM
(Ward, Violet)
“Mr. Cleaver, do you really think I’m pretty?” Violet asks.
“Pretty enough to be on television.”
“You mean like a patient on Dr. Kildare who is beautiful and sick?”
“Not exactly, Violet. More like Kitty the saloon girl on Gunsmoke, or– Well, why don’t I show you what I mean?” He guides her off his lap until she is standing and he turns her around until her back is to him. “I’m just going to unbutton your dress, Violet.”
“Am I going to wear a costume?”
“No, you’re going to appear in the nude,” he says as he lets the dress fall off of her shoulders and to the floor.
“But Mr. Cleaver my dad says they don’t allow naked people on television.”
As he pulls her camisole over her head he says, “Your dad doesn’t think you’re beautiful and desirable, either, and that means Fred Rutherford doesn’t know anything at all.”
“You say such nice things to me, Mr. Cleaver.”
“I could talk all day and not say too many nice things about you.” Ward hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of her panties and pulls them down and she steps out of them.
She turns around and smiles. “Shall I take my shoes off, too?”
“No, I quite like your white, patent leather shoes and frilly socks,” Ward says picking up the coil of rope from the end table.
“What are you going to do with Beaver’s rope, Mr. Cleaver?”
“I’m going to use this to get you on television.”
“How?”
“First, I am going to tie it around your neck,” he says narrating his actions with the rope. “Then around your budding breasts like this so they stand out just a little more, then around your waist, and between your legs, but not too tight so I can still get in there.”
“This is kind of scary, Mr. Cleaver. My brother Lumpy tied me up once and peed on me.”
“That’s terrible. Lumpy is every bit the oaf your father is.” Ward stopped tying and held the girl’s face in his hands gently and says, “Violet, I would never do anything to hurt you or make you feel bad. You are much too precious to me.” He kisses her gently then stares into her green eyes. “Do you believe me, Violet?”
“Yes, Mr. Cleaver,” she says, her face full of wonder.
“In fact,” he says, “I’m going to make you feel every bit as good as when you sat in my lap. Would you like that?”
“And be on television?” she asks brightly.
“Of course,” Ward says standing and holding the opposite end of the rope tied around the girl. He leads her to the large console television, “You’re going to be on this television right here.” Ward guides her to stand facing the side of the box and gently bends her over the top. As her beginning breasts come to rest on the wood surface he stretches her arms toward each leg and ties them securely. Ward does the same for her feet, which leaves her butt in the air and her vulva spread wide between the lengths of rope running along each side of her downy lips.
As Ward begins removing his clothes Violet asks, “Being on television isn’t at all like I thought it was going to be, Mr. Cleaver. Don’t I have to act real sad, or say funny lines or something?”
“Oh, no,” Ward says as he picks up her undies from the floor. “On this show there are no lines. I want you to try and communicate what you really feel in this scene using only sounds. Let the audience know how good it feels with your voice, but no words. You can make any noise you want, even sound like wild animal.” Ward stands in front of the girl, rubs her undies on his dick until it is good and hard, and then wads them into a ball.
“Golly, Mr. Cleaver,” Violet says wondering what he is going to do with her undies. “You want I should swear, too?”
“Would you like to swear, Violet?”
“I never get to swear at home, Mr. Cleaver.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Ward says, “I’m going to stick these into your mouth to remind you that you are only to make noises in this scene, no words. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Cleaver. But when do I get to swear?”
“When I pull the undies out of your mouth, you can swear like a drunken Seabee. Okay?”
Violet nods enthusiastically and accepts the ball of undies into her mouth.
Ward gets down on his knees behind her and pulls her cheeks apart. “Now remember, Violet, no words.” He dives nose first into the soft hair surrounding her plump lips and licks voraciously. The girl is startled by his rapid lingual thrusting and rubbing. She strains at the ropes holding her fast to the television and her mouth opens but no sound escapes. Like before her button is throbbing under his swirling tongue and gradually she begins emitting noises; small clicks and swallows and gasps at first, then moans, then grunts, all muffled by the panties she can taste on her tongue. It feels like his face is buried in her vagina and she feels her cheeks pushing back rhythmically to welcome his penetrating tongue. Soon there are moans, groans, and flexion against the ropes but her limited ability to move means she has to endure the sensations he is stirring in her. It is the idea of not being able to resist the rising excitement he is creating within that thrills her. She must surrender to the man as old as her father and give up her sense there is something wrong in enjoying his taking of her.
Oh, it feels so good, Mr. Cleaver, Violet thinks, and burns to say but cannot because she wants to please Mr. Cleaver. She wants to say, “It feels so fucking good.” She wants to say the word she has never spoken in her life, although she has heard her father and brother use it, and it adds to her pleasure to think about saying it loudly. Instead, she moans and wails in non-words through the cotton panties. She whimpers and mewls like a wounded dog. Thinking about swearing and Mr. Cleaver’s tongue swirling over her button brings on her orgasm, more powerful and longer lasting than the first. It was nearly a minute before she calmed enough to rest her head on the top of the television.
She wanted to say the words to express how wonderful the man had made her feel, but she could only pule and chew on the panties. She closes her eyes as Ward comes around to whisper his praises in her ear, and kiss her cheek, and caress her back, then trail his fingers down to her butt, all the while softly muttering how wonderful she is.
In that blissful state it took a while to appreciate that Mr. Cleaver had inserted his dick in her. She had imagined that her first penetration would be painful. Lumpy had threatened her with his dick several times and his was so thick she was terrified it would split her in half. Mr. Cleaver’s dick just seems a little snug and is quite pleasing. He thrusts gently at first, then forcefully drives her hips into the television all the while praising her every aspect. His dick penetrates the depths of her body and his soft melodious words penetrate her soul. When she can feel herself about to come a third time she groans and Mr. Cleaver reaches and pulls the panties from her mouth. It unleashes a string of obscenities from the girl that might have made a drunken Seabee blush. A little later she feels Mr. Cleaver’s pulsing orgasm and she knows he has filled her with his cum.
He unties her, sits in the chair and pulls her into his lap to hold as closely as he can. She has never felt so appreciated and satisfied. Violet is sure this is what love feels like. She loves Ward Cleaver and she can’t imagine why she ever wanted a kiss from Beaver.
SCENE 11: BEDROOM
(Beaver, Miss Landers)
Beaver has been trying to find things to talk about with Miss Landers but she is curt and impatient with him as they sit next to each other on the sofa in the living room. She looks frequently to the kitchen anticipating Wally’s return.
“Theodore, do you think Wally will be back soon? I so want him to be in my play.”
“What kind of play is it, Miss Landers?” Beaver asks.
“You wouldn’t be interested, Theodore.”
“You can call me Beaver, now that we’re at my house, and not at school and stuff.
She turns showing a gruff annoyance. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to call you Beaver.”
“Why not?” he asks.
“You little fool,” the teacher says. “Beaver is slang for female genitalia. If I called you beaver it would be just like calling you a pussy. Do you want to be called a pussy, Theodore?”
“I don’t know Miss Landers. What’s a pussy?”
“A pussy is a sissy boy who wears girls panties under his jeans, and who likes to be told what to do by women.”
Beaver pauses and thinks. “Gee, does that mean everybody has been calling me a pussy all these years?”
“It certainly does, Theodore.”
“I don’t wear girls underpants, and I never listen when girls tell me what to do,” Beaver says. “Why do you think my parents started calling me that?”
“You were probably named after your father. Every one says he’s a pussy.”
“Oh, Dad’s not a pussy. He just likes little girls.”
“I hardly see how that is any better, Theodore.”
“Gee, Miss Landers,” Beaver says, “you’re not nearly as nice at a house as you are at school.”
“They pay me to be nice at school to you little farts,” she says. “I’m on my own time now.”
“Miss Landers,” Beaver says, “I have a boner every time I’m near you, and Eddie says it might fall off if I don’t do something about it. Do you think I could stick my dick in you?”
“Don’t be absurd,” she says, not bothering to look at the boy this time. “I don’t let little boys put their dick in me Theodore, especially ones who let themselves be called Beaver.”
“You’re kind of making me angry, Miss Landers.”
“Well, you’re annoying me too, Theodore. You’re nothing at all like your brother.”
“Would you let Wally stick his dick in you?”
“Faster than you can say Bonanza,” she says.
Beaver decides he needs advice, and no one gives better advice than his dad. He stands and says, “I’ll be right back, Miss Landers.”
“If you see Wally,” she says, “tell him I would like to speak to him.”
SCENE 12: BATHROOM
(June, Violet)
Violet opens the bathroom door and is inside before she notices Mrs. Cleaver sitting on the toilet. “I’m sorry Mrs. Cleaver,” Violet says. “I was in such a hurry, I forgot to knock.”
June stands, flushes, smooths her apron down to cover her hairy vulva and goes to the sink to wash her hands. “That’s quite alright. I’m done so you go ahead.”
The naked girl clicks her shoes on the tile floor then sits on the toilet and pees. As she does she makes a soft gasping noise.
“Is everything all right, Violet?” June asks.
“Does it always hurt to pee right after you’ve had a dick inside you?”
“Was this your first time with a dick inside?”
“Yes, Mrs. Cleaver.”
“Then it’s not unusual for there to be a little pain the first few times. It’ll go away.”
The girl wipes, flushes and goes to the sink in front of the mirror. “Is white stuff supposed drip out of there, too?” she says wiping her thigh with a tissue.
“Yes, if there is a lot of it,” June says. “Violet, is that Ward’s white stuff coming out of there?”
The girl looks away as she wipes her hands. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Cleaver. Mr. Cleaver said you wouldn’t mind, and it felt so good I–”
June interrupts her, “I don’t mind, Violet.”
“Gee, that’s swell.”
“So, Ward made you feel pretty good, did he?” June says.
“Oh, yes, ever so tingly and warm. Don’t you think he looks a little like Warren Beatty? You’re so lucky Mrs. Cleaver to have a man like him around. All I have is my dad and Lumpy. One’s bald and the other is fat.”
“Mmm,” June says with a sigh. “Have you ever heard the expression the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, never mind,” June says as she touches up her hair with a brush.
Violet mimics her preening in the mirror. “Am I as pretty naked as you are, Mrs. Cleaver?”
“Of course you are, Dear,” June says. “I especially like your socks with the lace trim.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Cleaver,” she says heading for the door. “I gotta go.” She giggles, then says, “Mr. Cleaver wants to stick his dick in my butt hole.”
“Then you’d better take this,” June says handing her a bottle of Johnson and Johnson Baby Oil.
“What’s this for?” Violet asks.
“Ward will explain. Have fun.”
Violet says, “Thanks Mrs. Cleaver,” and leaves.
SCENE 13: FAMILY ROOM
(Ward, Beaver)
Beaver enters the family room to find his father sitting naked on a chair reading a book entitled Lolita. “Well, hello Beaver,” he says. “Is that Miss Landers I heard you talking to?”
“Yeah. She’s not as nice at a house as she is at school,” Beaver says. “Dad, she says everyone calls me Beaver because I am a pussy. Do you and Mom call me Beaver because I am a pussy?”
A genuinely surprised Ward says, “Why no Beaver, of course not.”
“Then why do you call me Beaver?”
“Well, Beaver,” Ward says, “isn’t it obvious? Your two front teeth are so large you look like a Beaver.”
Beaver smiles, “Oh, yeah. I guess so.” The boy drops his head in thought, then asks, “Dad, if I wanted to stick my dick in someone, and they didn’t want me to, what could I do to make them?”
Ward considers the boy’s question, then says, “Well, Beaver, you could always do what I did when I was in the Seabees on Bora Bora during the war.”
“What’s that, Dad?”
“Every Saturday night the fellows and I would get liquored up, go into the village and rape the native women.”
“What’s rape?” Beaver asks
“That’s when you stick your dick in a girl who says she doesn’t want you to, but really does.”
“How can you tell if a girl really wants you to do it if she says no?” Beaver asks.
“That’s easy. They all want you to stick your dick in them no matter what they say.”
“Do you think I could rape Miss Landers?”
“Well, when they say no, that means they like to fight first, and she is bigger than you, so you’ll have to be clever. Perhaps you could use the rope and try some of the knots you’ve been learning for your merit badge.”
“Do I have to get liquored up?”
“No Beaver, you’re too young to drink,” Ward says.
A naked Violet suddenly appears and she goes immediately to Ward and sits in his lap. The two exchange long languid kisses and hug.
“Gee, Violet,” Beaver says. “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”
“I don’t want to kiss stupid old boys any more,” Violet says, then turns to Ward. “I only kiss grown men from now on because they know how to make me feel good.” Violet sticks her tongue out at Beaver. Ward kisses her tongue and she giggles.
Beaver picks up the rope, stares at the two wondering if he should have agreed to kiss the girl when he had the chance. He likes seeing her naked and he might like having her sit on his lap. She didn’t have tits like Miss Landers, though. He says, “Thanks, Dad,” and runs back toward the living room.
SCENE 14: FAMILY ROOM
(Ward, Violet)
“I think I’m ready, are you ready to feel good again, Violet?” Ward asks.
Her bright smile provides the answer. After a few more kisses he instructs her how to cover his dick with the baby oil until it is slick and stiff. Violet could tell it wasn’t nearly as big as Lumpy’s but she didn’t mind because Mr. Cleaver made her feel like she was lovable. Nobody had ever made her feel that way before so she tries to do an especially good job of oiling his dick with her small hands.
Ward sits out on the edge of the chair, spreads his knees and helps the young girl climb on and straddle his legs. With her back to him, he holds her tight, kisses her and tells her how special she is. She sighs and decides she would stay in his arms all day if he asked. Then he lifts her up and centers himself on her butt hole and gradually lets her down. He uses her own weight to ease her onto his stiff little dick. She holds her breath and grimaces as she feels his dick slide into her hole until it is in nearly all the way.
“Golly, Mr. Cleaver, that really feels… different.”
“Do you like it?” Ward asks.
“Sorta,” she says. “I’m not sure yet.”
Ward grabs her behind the knees and pulls her legs up and apart. This has the effect of seating her more fully on his dick. “Take a deep breath and try to relax while I sit here real still. I’m sure it will start to feel very good soon.”
Everything Mr. Cleaver had done so far felt good, so she takes a deep breath and tries to enjoy the funny feeling in her butt. He whispers things in her ear about how wonderful she is. Things like how easily she has orgasms and what a marvelous trait that is to have and how it will make her very happy as she grows older. And how she has an adventurous nature because she is willing to try new things. And how mature she is for being able to enjoy the company of a man, rather than little boys. All things that please her very much to hear and makes it easy for her to relax with Mr. Cleaver’s dick in her butt. It is actually starting to feel very good, just like he said it would.
So when he reaches around with his finger and begins to massage her clitoris, she swoons and collapses into his chest. He smears her budding breasts with the oil from her fingers with one hand and makes her bump throb with the other. The man is magical in his ability to make her feel good. He just keeps rubbing and flicking and caressing her and everything he does feels a little better than the one before. Her orgasm shakes her to the core and she trembles and then she takes solace in his comforting arms.
When she has caught her breath again he leans way back and thrusts into her taut orifice and she thinks she will die from the pleasure he is creating. His tempo increases until he is slamming her slender behind fast and hard, bouncing her off of his hips like she is in a rodeo. He tickles another orgasm from her with his finger on her bump as he dumps another load of his cum inside her. As he kisses her and murmurs in her ear Violet decides this is the best day of her life.
SCENE 15: LIVING ROOM
(Beaver, Miss Landers)
“Is Wally coming?” Miss Landers asks when Beaver enters the living room again.
“No,” he says as he sits next to his teacher. “I know how to tie lots of knots, Miss Landers. Would you like to see?”
“Are you sure, Theodore?” she pleads. “I really want to get Wally in my… play.”
Beaver begins fashioning a knot in the middle of the length of rope. “Do you know what this knot is for, Miss Landers?”
“I really couldn’t care less, Theodore.”
“It’s called a monkey’s fist.” The boy deftly loops and tightens the decorative knot until it is about the size of a billiard ball. “They put it in a sailor’s mouth so he can bite down on it when they are cutting off his leg or something.”
“I don’t think your brother is coming back,” Miss Landers says watching the kitchen door where she had last seen Wally. “I think I’m going to leave.”
As she stands, Beaver leaps up on the couch and throws the rope with the monkey’s fist over her head and pulls the knot into her mouth as she screams. He quickly ties it behind her head in a half hitch smothering her cries. As she reaches with her hands to take it out of her mouth he ties one end of the rope around one wrist, then the other end around the other wrist, then both wrists together above her head. Beaver begins pulling her until she falls back on the couch, and then dragging her off the couch and onto the floor. He struggles mightily to pull her along as she emits muffled screams and kicks her legs.
“You should’a been nicer, Miss Landers,” Beaver says. Once she is off the living room rug and on the bare floor of the hall, pulling the woman along is much easier. Beaver pushes open the door to the garage and drags her inside.
SCENE 16: GARAGE
(Beaver, Miss Landers, Boy Scout Troop, Eddie)
Beaver is breathing heavily from the effort and he sits on a box to catch his breath. “Raping a woman sure is hard work, Miss Landers. What I don’t understand is; if you really want me to stick my dick in you why do make me feel bad by saying no when I asked, and fighting so hard? And how come you said yes to Wally? Is that because he said he didn’t want to stick his dick in you? It sure is confusing.”
Miss Landers speaks rapidly but unintelligibly through the knot.
Beaver stands and opens the overhead garage door. “My Boy Scout troop will be here soon. Maybe they know why.” He drags her to the workbench and ties her wrists above her head to the leg of the workbench so she is seated on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her. Beaver sits on her thighs and begins unbuttoning her blouse. “I’ve been wanting to see these for a long time, Miss Landers. I hope they as nice as the ones on the lady in the magazine.”
Two boys appear in the garage and come to stand behind Beaver watching him unbutton the blouse; Whitey Witney and Larry Mondello. “Oh, Hi, Whitey,” Beaver says. “Hi Larry.”
“Beaver,” Larry says, “how come you got Miss Landers tied up?”
“I’m gonna rape her,” Beaver says. “Only, I kind of need some help on account of her being so big and all.”
“My dad’s raped lots of women,” Whitey says. “He let me come along once but got mad when I didn’t want to punch her in the face. He says punching ’em is the best part. Are you gonna punch her in the face, Beaver?”
Beaver looks troubled. “I kinda like the way her face looks, Whitey. If I punched her it might not look so good.”
“That’s for sure,” Whitey says. “My dad made the woman he raped look real ugly.”
When all the buttons are undone Beaver leans in and looks closely at the tops of her breasts. “How do we get em out of her bra, guys?”
“I think you’re supposed to cut it off with a big knife and make like you’re going to stab her so she’s scared,” Whitey says.
Beaver got up and looks around the garage. “I don’t see any big knives. How about these?” Beaver says taking down a pair of hedge trimmers from a hook over the workbench.
“They’re kind of big,” Larry says. “You don’t want to cut off her boobies, do you?”
Miss Landers makes plaintive, gurgling noises.
Gilbert Bates arrives in his scout uniform, and offers advice on tools to use to cut off Miss Landers’ bra. The boys settle on some metal shears and they all hold their breath as Beaver cuts the bra in the middle and Miss Landers’ breasts pop out. The boys all get on the floor and lean in, each of them touching and fondling as much of her breasts as the other three pairs of hands will allow.
This is kind of making my dick hurt,” Larry says, and the other boys all agree and began grabbing at their pants. “What do we do now?” Beaver asks.
Gus the old fireman arrives, announces it is time for the troop meeting to begin, and then pulls up short when he sees the boys gathered around Miss Landers on the floor. “Say, what’s going on here?”
“She called me a pussy so I’m gonna rape her,” Beaver says. “Only I need some help ’cause she’s so big and all.”
“We want to rape her, too,” Larry says, “because she’s making our dicks hurt, but we don’t know what to do next.”
Gus leans over and squints at the woman’s wrists tied to the bench. “Say, that’s a good looking half-hitch knot there. Did you tie that Beaver?”
“Oh, yes Sir,” Beaver says.
“Tell you what boys,” he says looking around the garage. “Why don’t we use this old door and the saw horses to make a table, then we can put her on it and get at her easier.”
The boys all agree and within a few minutes the troop had lifted Miss Landers to the table on her back, removed all of her clothes and tied her arms and legs to the sawhorses below. Gus makes sure they each practice several knots in the process. Whitey makes a hangman’s noose and puts it around her neck but is discouraged by Gus from going any further. When Gus has provided as much instruction in knot tying as he thinks he can, he says, “Well, boys, I’d say you all earned your merit badge for knots today.”
The boys all cheer and applaud. “Can we rape her now, Gus,” Beaver asks. “My dick still hurts.”
“To tell you the truth boys, young women have never–”
The door from the house to the garage opens and Eddie enters. “What are you little farts–” Eddie starts, then pauses. “Oh, hello Gus. What are you and the little tykes doing out here? I see you have Miss Landers secured with some finely tied knots. That must be the result of your excellent instruction, Gus.”
“We’re going to rape her,” Larry says, “only we don’t know how.”
“You boys are in luck, because I’ve raped a number of women and they all enjoyed it so much they asked me to come back and rape them again.”
“Gee, Eddie,” Beaver says, “What about the teeth and–”
Eddie snarls, “Shut up you little–” then he looks at Gus. “I mean hold your questions until later Theodore. I tell you exactly what to do. First, all you fellows take off your pants for inspection.”
“Inspection for what?” Gilbert asks.
“I have to be sure you’re ready,” Eddie says. “If you try and stick your dick in a girl before you’re ready she will laugh you out of town. You don’t want a naked lady laughing at you, do you?”
They all agree they don’t want that. Eddie has each of the boys line up after they have taken their pants off and he eyes their stiff dicks carefully. He holds each one and occasionally squeezes as though he has a purpose.
“How do you tell if they’re ready?” Gilbert asks.
“They have to be real stiff,” Eddie says.
“Gee, Eddie,” Larry says, “they’re already so stiff they hurt.”
“The only way you can tell for sure if they’re ready is to put it in your mouth.” Eddie drops to his knees in front of Larry and sucks his dick into his mouth and begins working it furiously with his hand. Larry starts moaning.
“Hey Eddie, what are you doing to Larry’s dick,” Beaver asks.
Eddie moans and gurgles around Larry’s dick without answering.
“I know what to do,” Whitey says. “I’ve seen my dad.” He climbs onto the door between Miss Landers’ legs and sticks his dick in her hole. He grips her neck with both hands and says, “You have to choke them until they turn blue and call them names.” Whitey lets out a string of invectives at the helpless teacher as he slams into her hairy triangle. “You’re nothing but a two-bit whore and I’m going to fuck you until your nose bleeds and you beg to die.” The boy comes quickly and then he relaxes his grip around her throat and crawls off. Beaver is glad to see the color return to Miss Landers’ face.
Larry is starting to make noises, too as Eddie slides his mouth back and forth on Larry’s dick. Then Larry growls like a bear and Eddie swallows loudly and looks like he might pass out. The boys stare as Eddie sits on the floor licking his lips. “What did you do, Eddie?” Larry asks. “My dick doesn’t hurt any more.”
“Mine sure does,” Eddie says. “Okay Beaver, you’re next.”
“Don’t let him do it, Beaver,” Gilbert says. “He’ll steal your cum, just like he did Larry’s. Then you won’t have any to put in Miss Landers.”
Beaver says, “Why’d you do that, Eddie?”
“You kids don’t know anything,” Eddie says.
Gilbert asks to do her next and he climbs on and sticks his dick in Miss Landers. Beaver watches and fondles her tits. “Are you going to choke her, Gilbert?”
“Nah,” he says. “I like her face when it isn’t blue.”
“Does it feel good?” Beaver asks.
“Yeah, Beaver. Really good.”
“Is it the best thing you’ve ever felt?
“The best was the way I felt when I got a bee-bee gun for my birthday, but this is pretty close,” Gilbert says.
Lacking any more success with the boys Eddie turns his attention to the old fireman. Eddie manages to get the surprisingly large dick into his mouth while Gus holds his suspenders out with his thumbs and hums a tune from his youth. As Gilbert pounds the teacher and sucks on her tits, Gus grabs a copper oil can with a long thin spout, spins Eddie around, yanks his pants down, pumps a few dollops in Eddie’s butt, and sticks in his dick. The fireman pins the teenager against the workbench with his thrusts, saying, “Just like in the trenches during Great War. All those young boys so far from home… their butts so cold…” Eddie grunts contentedly.
After Gilbert twitches his load into Miss Landers, and Gus twitches his load into Eddie, they all say good-bye leaving Beaver and Miss Landers alone. He removes the monkey’s fist from her mouth and waits for her to lick her lips, swallow and turn to him. “What are you looking at, Theodore?”
“You sure do make my dick hurt, Miss Landers.”
“Yes, I can see that,” she says glancing at the pantsless boy and his protruding penis. “I suppose you’re going to rape me now, too?”
“I was just wondering, Miss Landers, are you glad that you’ve had all those dicks in you, even though you said no, and tried to fight and stuff.”
“Well, of course not, Theodore,” she says indignantly. “Nice girls don’t like to take dicks inside unless they’re married, probably not even then, and I’m a very nice girl.”
“If you’re such a nice girl how come you wanted Wally’s dick in you?”
The teacher coughs discreetly. “You must have misunderstood me, Theodore. I wanted Wally to be in my play and I was practicing my lines to encourage him. I’m much too nice to want something like that. And I certainly didn’t like that you had all the boys in your scout troop rape me. And I’m not going to like it one bit when you start pumping me full of your little boy seed, either. You’re probably going to make me suck on it first, too, and it is very disgusting for a nice girl to have to suck on a penis, even a little boy’s. Yours is bigger than I thought, so it is going to be very disgusting indeed. We’d better get it over with. Just get a little closer so I can get my lips– Theodore, what are you doing?”
Beaver looks troubled and he has begun untying her feet. “Gee, Miss Landers, I didn’t want to make you feel bad. I just wanted my dick to stop hurting.”
“Why are you untying me?” she asks. “Even a nice girl can’t help it if she is tied down.”
“I guess I’ll have to find another way to make my dick stop hurting,” he says as he releases her wrists. “I’ll bet Eddie will help.”
Once released, Miss Landers sits up. “Theodore, I don’t think you should let Eddie do that for you. That might make you a pussy, and you wouldn’t like that would you?”
“Maybe I am a pussy after all, Miss Landers, and I just didn’t know it.”
“Theodore,” Miss Landers says, “you don’t have to be a pussy if you don’t want to be. If you tied me up again and raped me like the others I think that would prove you’re not a pussy. And made me suck it. Make sure I suck it because pussies don’t make nice girls suck dick. Use some of those very clever knots again that hold a girl real tight.”
“I don’t understand, Miss Landers. First you called me names and made me feel bad for wanting to put my dick in you, and when I said I was going to rape you, you made a big deal by fighting it and making me tie you up. But when I let you go you’re trying to get me to rape you even though nice girls aren’t supposed to like getting dicks stuck in them. How’s a fellow supposed to know what to do?”
“Oh, Theodore,” she says. “I can see this has all been very confusing for you. It’s very hard to always know the right thing to do when you’re with a girl. I think you just have to trust your instincts and do what comes naturally.”
“What are instincts?”
“Instincts are those thoughts you have at night, the ones about doing nasty things that make you feel good and bad at the same time. Do you understand what to do now, Theodore?”
A thoughtful looking Beaver says, “Yeah, I think so, Miss Landers.” The boy steps closer to the teacher sitting with her legs dangling over the door, and slaps her hard across the mouth. “From now on, Bitch, call me Beaver. If you ever call me Theodore again I’m gonna make sure every kid in school sticks their dick in you.”
“Oh, Beaver,” the teacher says with a new found appreciation for the boy in her eyes. “You do know what to do. I’m sorry I called you a pussy. From now on you’re my Beaver.”
“I want you should suck it, Miss Landers. Just like Eddie did to Larry.”
The young woman slides off the door to her knees and swallows the boy’s penis and sucks his balls into her mouth at the same time. Beaver enjoys the gurgling noises and the way she is making his dick feel. “It starting to hurt something awful now, Miss Landers,” Beaver says. “Can I stick it in you now?”
The young woman pauses long enough to ask, “What do your instincts tell you, Beaver?”
“Oh, right,” Beaver says. “I’m tired of my dick always hurting around you. So from now on I’m going to stick it in you whenever I want. Sit up there and spread ’em, Miss Landers. I’m coming in.”
She releases him, quickly sits on the edge of the makeshift table, and spreads her legs. Beaver approaches quickly and sticks his dick in her hairy hole. She reaches around and grabs his smooth, youthful buttocks and pulls him into her in rhythmic plunges as far as he will go. His face is at exactly the right height to suck on her distended nipples, which he does with great enthusiasm.
“Oh, Beaver,” she says with breathless excitement. “I never thought you would feel this good. I’m so sorry I refused you.” The teacher pulls him into her harder and grunts at each thrust.
Beaver’s eyes become glassy as his body prepares for an orgasm and his first ejaculation into a woman. His toes began to tingle and he clutches at her back to hold himself to the tit he is madly sucking. He lets out a high-pitched cry as the electric sensation washes over him and he feels himself spurt his cum into the sloppy wet hole of his sixth-grade teacher.
“Oh, yes, Beaver,” she says. “Fill me up you little animal.”
SCENE 17: BEDROOM
(June, Ward)
June exits the bathroom, goes to the dresser mirror, removes her pearl necklace and earrings, and kicks off her high heels before glancing out the window. “Ward, that man in the black suit is still standing outside the house and it’s getting dark. Who do you think he is?”
“I don’t know,” Ward says. “He looked very familiar when I saw him coming home from work, though.”
June slides into her bed and pulls the cool sheet over her naked form. A small table separates the two identical twin beds. Ward is relaxed on the top of his bed in his bathrobe and slippers reading his paperback book.
“Did the scouts ever let Miss Landers go,” June asks, “or am I going to find her still tied up in the garage in the morning?”
Ward chuckles. “Yes, they finally let her go. Not until they all had their fill of her, or perhaps I should say she had her fill of all of them.”
“Was Beaver happy he finally got to stick his dick in her?”
“Oh, yes he was strutting around like a rooster in a henhouse.”
“I saw Eddie go in there,” June says. “You don’t suppose he talked any of the boys into doing something homo, do you?”
“Well, if I know Eddie Haskell, the boys learned as much about homos as they did about rape.”
“Do you think Beaver could turn into a homo, too, because of something he did with Eddie?”
“It’s not like the measles, Dear. If it were, I would have caught it while I was in the Seabees.”
“I guess I would have caught it at boarding school, too. Or with my music professor at college, or Aunt Carol, or– I guess you’re right, Ward.”
Ward smiles in satisfaction.
“It was nice that Beaver’s first was with a woman like Miss Landers, but don’t you think he should concentrate on girls his own age, like Violet?”
“No, it would seem our youngest son isn’t ready for girls his age yet,” Ward says. “Violet was so devastated by his refusal to kiss her I had to provide some counseling. I don’t think that girl views herself very positively.”
“Well, she is rather plain, still wears pigtails, and is more than a little needy.”
“Yes, but those are qualities that can help her to become a wonderful sexual partner for a man,” Ward pauses in his reading to say. “She responds to praise, likes every thing, and comes easily. I’m afraid Fred Rutherford is missing out on a wonderful opportunity with Violet.”
“Fred Rutherford is a good lay, but not much of a father.”
“I can vouch for his lack of skills as a parent,” Ward says. “I’ll take your word for the other.”
“Speaking of first times,” June said, “guess who shot his very first load in me today?”
“Lumpy Rutherford,” Ward said. “Violet told me. Apparently, he’s been bragging all over Mayfield.”
“No,” June said. “He blew his load in my butt and that doesn’t count as a first time. You know that.”
“Who then?”
“Wally,” June said smiling gleefully.
“Well, well. He finally got around to asking, did he?” Ward said. “It’s about time. What took him so long?”
“He’s always been shy about his feelings for me. He’s like my father in that. I remember when Dad used to get stiff whenever I sat in his lap and he would get so embarrassed and turn beet red. I had to sneak into his bed at night after he was asleep and surprise him by sucking him off until he got used to doing me.” June sighed at the vivid memories. “That’s not the only way Wally takes after Dad.”
“It’s not?”
“That boy is hung like a bull. It felt just like doing it with Dad, only without his crying and praying for forgiveness after.”
“Well, that must have been quite the experience,” Ward said.
“Yes,” June said with great satisfaction. She begins thumbing through a magazine, and then mentions casually, “Fred said he’s going to bring over some of the fellows from work to do me tomorrow at lunch. He says one of them is a Negro. I didn’t know you had any Negros at work.”
“That would be Thomas,” Ward says. “Big fellow, and a very good worker.”
“He sounds interesting,” Junes says with an excited grin. “Is he from the South, you know, crude, uneducated, and angry?”
“Not at all,” Ward says. “He went to college and is an altogether pleasant fellow.”
“Oh,” June says with a hint of disappointment. “But he’s big?”
“By all reports, yes,” Ward says. He looks to his wife with a serious expression. “Try not to show your enjoyment of him too much, though. Fred and his pals can be very primitive and I would hate to see Thomas get lynched out of jealousy.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll whisper all my enjoyment in his ear,” June says. “Besides, I know how to handle a gang of men.”
“Yes, of course you do. No one does better than you.”
After a pause, June asks, “Ward, would you like to watch?”
“Oh, no thanks. You go ahead, Dear. I’m sure the boys will give you just what you need.”
After a minute or so of silence, June says, “Ward, do remember our honeymoon?”
“Of course, Dear,” Ward says, pausing in his reading and removing his glasses. “I took you to that little cabin in the woods and we ran into the motorcycle gang. They tied me to a tree and did you non-stop all weekend. I thought for sure you were going to put on a black leather jacket, ride off hanging onto the back of one of their motorcycles, and leave me in that tree.”
“Oh, Ward, you know I would never leave you no matter how many orgasms those hairy thugs gave me. Besides, what I enjoyed the most was your look of humiliation when they teased you about your little dick. It was very endearing.”
He puts on his glasses and adjusts his book. “I must admit I enjoyed listening to your screeching orgasms as they made fun of me.”
“Ward,” June says, “why don’t you like to watch me taken by a bunch of men any more?”
“Well, I don’t know, exactly,” he says. “It just isn’t as interesting to me as it used to be.”
“You seem very interested in Violet. She told me how you filled her up with your cum until she leaked. Are you going to get her to do a bunch of men?”
“Of course not,” Ward says. “She is only eleven, and I rather like having her to myself. I had forgotten what it’s like to be seen by the truly adoring eyes of a young girl.”
“Ward, I think I’m jealous,” June says with a mock pout.
“Now, June,” Ward says letting the book fall to his lap. “I can assure you there is no reason to be. In another year she’ll have breasts and become just another overly emotional teenage girl. And you know how I feel about those.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Ward says. “Tell you what. Why don’t I take you down to the train depot Saturday night? We’ll see if we can’t find some Sterno bums and I’ll watch you do a whole boxcar full of men.”
“Oh, Ward, would you?” June says. “That sounds wonderful.”
“Anything for you, My Dear.”
(Closing them music plays.)
Epilogue
The man in the dark suit outside the house turns to the street again and begins speaking. “The Cleavers. Their prime time portrayal of an impossibly saccharine family for six seasons left a permanent scar on the American psyche. Viewers were led to expect their own families to contain lovable characters, humorous but wise discussions and only trivial problems easily resolved. Instead, the harsh realities of life in the homes of viewers made every child who watched feel abnormal in comparison, and every parent feel a failure.
“Tonight the actors have moved beyond the script and lost themselves in characters of unequaled sexual depravity. In doing so they attempted to serve up an antidote to the poison of network censorship and the many forces of societal repression. The lustful behavior of the Cleavers and their friends has frightened the sponsors, however, causing them to be dropped from the prime time schedule. Henceforth, the show may only be seen on a very special channel, broadcast from The Twilight Zone.”
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