"Camille, come and meet Clara!" I heard Wendy yelling for me. I didn't really want to bother. I was exhausted from the long, boring trip and now the thought of facing any more new people was simply too much. Still, I didn't want to offend my newly met relatives, so I decided to try and fake it. I looked in the long mirror on the door and was pleased to see that I didn't look as bad as I felt. My long, strawberry blonde hair was hanging straight and didn't need to be brushed. I gave my bangs a careless toss and hoped that my body would not reflect how tired I was.
The hall was almost completely dark and I felt like an intruder in this house as I walked down to Wendy's room. I liked Wendy; she had been so nice at dinner, with her "sparkly eyes and pleasant laughter.
"Here she is, Clara! The long-lost cousin! Meet Clara, Camille-Clara is by far my best friend and now she can be yours, too," Wendy was certainly overdoing this friendliness bit, but I smiled and put out my hand to this big, very strong-looking woman. She was the blondest woman I had ever seen; from her pale, wavy hair and creamy skin to her pale eyes, she exuded blonde. I wondered if she were from Scandinavia.
"It's very nice to meet you." I said in as pleasant a voice as I could muster.
"For God's sake, listen to her, will ya? So damn formal, what do you think we're doing, having a goddamn tea?" She laughed to soften her words and gestured in a magnificent display of her powerful body for me to sit down beside her.
"Well, as I was saying, Wendy, this guy was really on fire, I mean he was breathing all over my tits and I thought he was gonna jerk off in my face or something. So I decided to just ask him, point blank, ya wanna fuck? So then, this pig smiles with the saliva practically dripping from his fat mouth, and starts to take off his clothes. I took one look at him and said, in my coolest voice, Tm sorry to disappoint you, big boy, but I'm not putting out for any pig like you.' He practically freaked out! So I opened the door, real Garbo like, and made my exit. I tell you, it was beautiful."
I felt my blood rushing to my face. It was shocking! I couldn't believe my ears! That such a beautiful woman like Clara would talk in such a filthy, disgusting way. I could hear Mother Superior telling us at graduation ceremony about the beauty and grace of our voices and how hey are a reflection of our souls. Surely she didn't have a soul like the way she talked! And why would nice Wendy have her for a friend? Wendy had said she was her best friend; it just didn't make any sense at all. I wanted to leave this room and enter the sanctuary of my own privacy, and my own beautiful, pure thoughts.
"Would you look at Miss Virginal Innocence? I do think the poor girl is blushing from our talk.
What do you say, Wendy, is your sweet little cousin a virgin?" Clara laughed in a deep, almost baritone voice and I stared at her pretty, sensual lips spread over white, shining teeth. Such a beautiful mouth to use such language!
"Ah, leave her alone, Clara. She just graduated from a Catholic school, with all girls, what do you expect? She even made all A's, so I doubt if she even knows what you're talking about. Give her a chance. We have the whole summer to initiate her."
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry Camille, if I upset you by my filthy mouth;" Clara put her arm around me and squeezed my shoulders slightly. Her body felt warm next to mine and I gave her a smile; after all, she was apologizing. I remembered my mother and the warm hugs she had given me when I was little. It felt good to be held close by another person, I had missed the closeness so much. But then, I had to be strong, as the Sisters had told me. My parents had been killed in an automobile accident seven months ago and I still missed them terribly, crying myself to sleep most nights. I could feel the tears building up inside of me as I thought of them....
"Ah, come on,, don't start feeling bad again, Camille," Wendy came over to the bed and put her arms around me, too. It was wonderful having their arms around me, I wished I didn't ever have to be alone again. Wendy was so sweet and so soft ... she looked like a furry kitten with her wavy black hair that framed her heart-shaped face. perfectly. I could feel her soft but firm breasts next to me, throbbing, and I wanted to bury my head in their cushion. What a ridiculous thought!
"Are we gonna take care of her social life?" Clara asked Wendy. "It's probably gonna be easy, one date with her, she's such a knockout." Clara was stroking my long hair and whistling softly.
"Yeah, I thought I'd get Greg to suggest someone. He has the nicest friends. Have you ever had a date, Camille?" Wendy got up and went to stand in front of her mirror and started playing with her hair. I watched as she practiced making faces, making her lips into a pouting glance, her dark blue eyes lowered and seductive, like an actress in a movie I had once seen with father.
"Once, to a school dance, but I didn't like him. He wasn't too polite."
Clara laughed at this. Was she going to laugh at everything I said? I wished she would leave and I could talk to Wendy alone. I did want to meet some guys and try to have fun, like other girls. I had always felt left out when other girls started talking about their dates and boyfriends. But then, I had never really been interested in guys, until lately.
"Honey, well fix you up. Wendy, do you think my tits are too big to go without a bra? I don't want them to start sagging like my ole lady's." Clara stood by Wendy looking into the mirror, with her sweater pulled up to her neck. I could see in the reflection her large, pendulous breasts. They only hung the tiniest bit; mainly they stood out firm and proud, with the large nipples forming circles of coral, tilting upward. I felt inadequate looking at her breasts. Mine weren't that big.
"Sure, you can go without a bra. It'd be a shame to let them stay hidden in a Maidenform. You couldn't get them much higher than they already are." Wendy faced Clara and was holding her breasts cupped in her hands ... wasn't that a sin? I saw Clara's nipples beginning to harden and stand erect from her flesh, and I could feel that strange feeling again inside of me. Just like at Christmas when daddy had held me in his lap. Suddenly I felt an unexplained guilt rising inside of me, and I knew I had to get out of this room. It scared me when I started to have these funny feelings. I remembered that night so clearly, how daddy had rubbed my thighs with his hands and I had gotten all wet between my legs, so much that I had to run up to my room and it had hurt his feelings for leaving him.
"Wendy, honey, if you don't let go of my tits, I'm gonna be forced to put you down on the floor and make an honest woman out of you, and I don't think our little virgin here would like that."
They laughed together and I felt excluded. I was tired of feeling this way.
"Why don't the two of you help me out by telling me all about sex and stuff?" I stammered, blushing violently. I was shocked by my words, but didn't care. Seventeen was old enough!
"What do you want to know? You only got to ask. I know everything about sex, and if I don't, I'll fake my way out of it." Clara said this with her Lips all shining wet and she stood in front of me, slowly licking her lips with her red tongue. I got the distinct impression she was teasing me in some way I didn't understand.
It was well after midnight when I was finally in my room. Clara and Wendy had told me so many shocking things that I had begged them to continue until I was too tired to sit up any longer. Some of it scared me, but most of it was exciting. When Clara had explained about 'cunts' and pussies' (I wasn't too fond of those words) and how they got all wet and enlarged when we were excited sexually, that had frightened me. My own father had excited me-that was incestuous, and very wrong. I was ashamed of myself by being glad that I was now an orphan and wouldn't have to confront that problem. They had suggested that I sleep nude tonight and explore my body. Clara had said to touch, myself, I think she used that word, masturbation.' Yes, that was the word.
My body was getting warm against the cool dryness of the sheets. I began stroking my long legs with my hands but avoided going between them. I couldn't, not yet. I got out of bed and turned on the lights. I looked at my big brown eyes, very wide now. My nose was straight, a good nose, I thought. I wished my mouth was as full as Wendy's or Clara's, but still it was a pretty mouth. My skin was lighter in tone than theirs, but very even and looking warm in the light. My breasts didn't hang at all. They were very round and full, tight now as I touched them with my fingers, bringing a sublime pleasure. The nipples, a pale pink, grew taut and erect as I pinched them. I imagined Wendy cupping them, as she had Clara's.
No! I couldn't think like this. I wasn't going to become a lesbian. I knew enough already to know that was wrong. My body was tingling as I ran my hands down my silky stomach to reach the soft curls of my black pubic hair. Strange, that it was black. I tugged at the hair, it felt good ... tension was building in my body as I let my fingers go under the hairs to reach the smooth, already wet lips of my vagina. I sat down in front of the mirror and spread my legs as wide as I could. I could see the dark pink of my lips and I liked the way they shined. I pulled them gently apart to stare into the darkness between them. I touched the inside with my finger and brought it to my mouth, savoring the tangy taste. I could feel contractions inside of me as I rubbed the tiny little hard part. Clara had called it a clitoris. It was rock hard and throbbing, so much that I wanted something inside of me, God, oh God, did I want something! I thought then of Clara, her big blonde body, all voluptuous and wriggling on top of me, her lips sucking me and craving me, the two of us together, clasping our bodies....
"Camille, aren't you asleep yet?" I heard Wendy at my door! I ran to my bed and grabbed a book on the nightstand.
"No, I'm just reading. Come in if you want to." I tried to calm my body down some and pulled the sheets up to my neck. I hoped Wendy would not be able to tell what I had been doing. Was my face red?
"I hope Clara wasn't too much for you; sometimes she can be too blunt. But she always means well. She's a great fun person."
"No, I liked her."
"Yeah, I thought so." Wendy laughed and sat down on the side of my bed. My body was really burning inside and I longed for a cold shower. "I remember how I was before I had sex. It was crazy, always wanting something inside and never really knowing what it is until you finally have it. You know who my first lover was? No, forget that, I'd better not ruin it for you. I've got an ideal Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back a little to help you go to sleep."
Very carefully, so that Wendy could not see my bare breasts, I turned over, suddenly wishing that I had my pajamas on. I pushed the pillow to the side and stretched out flat on my stomach. I turned my head so that I could see Wendy's face. She had a beautiful face-and body. I could tell by the outline of her robe that her breasts had a little flip at the end; probably her nipples were there at that exact point. In her bedroom I had noticed her very, very round and full little bottom. It must be very soft. Crazy thoughts again.
I felt the warm palm of Wendy's hand gently going in circles on my back. Ummm ... her other hand was rubbing my neck with the lightest touch imaginable. I felt my body going hot again, surprising me with surges of warmth. I squirmed a bit beneath Wendy's touch. She was humming softly and I went back in time to my childhood, being sung to sleep, held in my mother's arms, my head resting on her breasts....
Wendy tugged at the sheet to bring it lower, I sensed the cool air as it hit my bare buttocks. Could she feel how hot my skin was becoming?
Oh, God! What was she doing? Her hands had moved down to my buttocks and were kneading the flesh as if it were a loaf of bread ... it was like drifting in a sailboat, only the drifting wasn't as calm as I would have liked. I felt I might explode any moment. Maybe I should tell her to stop. Would my pussy get so wet that it would ruin the sheets? She was pulling my cheeks apart and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I wanted something, and it scared me to realize that I wanted her, her little round body next to mine. I quivered and shook as she eased my legs apart.
My pussy was dripping wet with anticipation, my breathing suspended as I waited for her fingers to probe between my flesh to reach the dark red of my vagina. God, oh God, it was so good, so good ... she was rubbing my pussy with her fingers and humming faster. Faster, Wendy, faster, harder, go harder, suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer and I rolled over and brought Wendy's mouth down on mine, open and waiting. She didn't resist, only fell on to me and devoured my mouth with hers. She kept her hand in my pussy, squeezing it, pulling on it as our kiss went deeper and deeper. I wanted to drown in her body. My nipples were hard as they crushed against her nipples, pressing together and shaking violently, uncontrollably. She left my mouth and crushed her teeth down on my nipples, sucking them hard, roughly. I rubbed her curly hair with my hands, holding her head to my breast....
"Damn, Camille!" Wendy suddenly released herself and sat upright in the bed, pulling her robe to cover her reddened breasts, "I can't do this to you, I just can't!"
"Do what? Oh, Wendy, I want you to, don't you see, I'm all weak, dying inside to have you next to me, please, don't stop!" I didn't know what I was saying, all I knew was that I didn't want her to leave me alone in this room, I wanted her hot, pulsating body next to mine. My legs pressed together to conceal my pussy from her. I kept squeezing and crying, I wanted her. "Wendy, please stay, I don't want to be alone!"
My mouth was watering to suck her nipples, I was so dizzy that I couldn't sit up, I couldn't stay here without her.
"Camille, listen to me! Get hold of yourself! I didn't want anything like this to happen." Wendy drew her arm up and slapped me hard against my cheek.
My hysteria subsided at once. I was ashamed, shocked at myself. What had happened to me? Why had I lost control of myself? I drew the wet sheets around my perspiring body. I was shaking so badly that I thought I was going to die. I buried my head in my knees and let the tears fall from my eyes.
"Camille, don't cry. It's alright. Nothing much happened. We'll forget it, we will, you'll see, please don't cry." Wendy put her arms around me and began to rock me back and forth. I let her do this and cried hard for me, for my dead parents, for everything.
"Oh, Wendy, I love you!" I cried and hugged her.
"Shhh! We'll wake up my parents. Lie back down in bed and I'll sleep with you tonight. Well be friends, just friends, Okay?"
I nodded in agreement and let her get up for my pajamas. I pulled them over my body and turned on my side. Wendy slid in next to me and put her arms around me. Her hand was almost touching my nipple, but I put any thought of that out of my mind and let myself drift off into sleep....
When I awoke the next morning, I saw first that I was alone in the bed. Wendy had gone. The light was coming in from the window making the room look warm and inviting. I quickly got out of bed and ran to look in the mirror. My eyes were slightly swollen, but otherwise I looked fine. Throwing on some jeans and a T-shirt, I went into the bathroom. To my surprise, I found that my pussy was a little sore. Wendy must have been rougher than I thought. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror-I looked great! I didn't know how it had happened, but my sleep had cured me of my problems. I felt no guilt, only an anxiousness to meet my new fate. I had already decided that I would find someone and explore more fully the world of sex! If last night were 'nothing,' as Wendy had said, then I couldn't wait for more. I was hungrier for sex than breakfast, but all the same I ran down the stairs for the kitchen.
"Good morning, Cousin Camille," Bellowed Uncle Cranston from behind his newspaper. 'What are your plans for today?"
"Good morning. I don't have any, yet Maybe Wendy and I will do something."
"Oh, don't you remember? She's busy teaching those kids all day."
"Oh, that's right. I'll find something to do, I guess."
"How about coming in to my studio with me? I have a very slow day ahead and maybe we could find something for you to do."
I nodded at him and fixed some coffee. Uncle .Cranston looked a lot like my daddy, and he should, they were brothers. He was slim and fit, his body all tan from living so near the ocean, I supposed. I liked the way his sideburns were a silvery gray, framing his narrow face. His brown eyes looked a lot like mine, only he had little laugh lines around them.
We finished our coffee and I ran upstairs for my purse. I could feel the urgency of last night still inside of me as I patted my pussy in a delightfully wicked way and winked in the mirror. Today was going to be fun-I would see to that. Maybe I could talk Uncle into taking some pictures of me....
"Well, it's not much to look at, but it's all I need." Uncle Cranston was patting the only decent piece of furniture in the studio, an old metal desk. Still, the large room was sunny and I liked the clutter of the photographs and the camera equipment all around.
"Look around while I go into the darkroom for a minute or two." He smiled at me in a very sweet wav and I explored. Most of the pictures were of buildings and other dull things like that, several pictures of his family. Also very dull and old. I went over to a crowded corner and began to rummage. Surprise! I wet my lips as I saw these-there were so many of them. Nude women in various positions, some laughing into the camera, others pouting. There was a large one in -the back, I pulled it out-it was of Clara and another woman, embracing! I brought the photo to the window to examine it more closely. Clara was standing nude against the wall, one of her breasts exposed, as she held the other woman around her buttocks and was pulling at them. I could see her teasing expression staring at me from the photo; I noted her rounded hips and long, curvaceous legs spread out behind the other woman. I longed to see her pussy, but tried not to think of that.
"I see you discovered my favorite photograph." Uncle Cranston laughed somewhat nervously as he came back into the room. I gave him a big smile to let him know that I didn't mind his pictures-I loved them.
"This one is so suggestive. I met Clara last night, and she is magnificent, truly," I said still looking at the photo. "Uncle Cranston, will you take some pictures of me, like this?"
He shook his head, but smiled. What was it with this family? I make the big decision to have some fun for a change and they all reject me! Well, I'd show him. I stood in front of him, about five feet away, and parted my lips, wetting them ever so slowly with my tongue. I started to sway with my body, moving with an instinctive rhythm. He only stared at me for a second, then he reached for his camera.
"Keep moving, Camille, just keep moving."
I reacted with an excitement that was exhilarating. I loved the fact that he was watching, and snapping the camera. I turned my back to him, still swaying in a slow, seductive manner, letting all my natural instincts flow out from me. I very slowly began to pull my T-shirt up from my waist. I got it to my neck and then I turned around, holding the shirt over my face and letting my breasts shake some as I twisted one way, then another. He was moaning and I could hear the clicking of his camera. I bent down to the floor and pulled the shirt off with a big sweep. I moved my hands slowly up my thighs, legs, over my stomach and to my breasts. I cupped the warm fleshiness in my hands and then squeezed it some, pulled them every way I could. Then I ran around the room, going into a wild tribal dance I had once seen on TV. Then I stood close to him and unzipped my jeans. They came off easily and I stood nude except for my panties. I pulled them below my hips and let them fall and slipped my feet out, falling back to the large pillow by the window and spreading my legs as wide as I could.
"Oh, baby, do it, touch your pussy, rub your pussy, feel it, squeeze it, let the juices flow .. Cranston was whispering hoarsely.
With deft fingers I explored every inch of my pussy, pulling it apart, almost tearing the flesh with my urgency. It was dripping wet and I wanted to scream. I did scream, and Cranston dropped the camera. He stood over me and I put a finger inside of my pussy, feeling the succulent wetness of my lips, and the tightness of the muscles as I pushed it in and out, in and out Cranston was taking his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, and moaning. He knelt between my legs and with his hands he held my legs by the ankles and pulled them up to his shoulders. Then he lowered his head to my pussy and I knew nothing like this feeling before. Waves swept through my twisting body as I felt his tongue exploring me. I recognized passion. His tongue was hard and long as he thrust it into my pussy. Then his teeth, they were biting my lips and then licking, sucking. I put my hands on his head and pushed to get him further inside of me, I had to have him, I had to....
I jerked him off of my pussy and turned him to face me. I let my eyes wonder all over his body, my first male body. His skin was brown and the dark hairs stood out from his muscular chest as I traced his body with my fingertips. His abdomen was tight and moving beneath my fingers, I could feel his skin burning beneath my touch, I finally reached his maleness. My first reaction to his large, long, throbbing cock was that I had to feel it with my mouth, I had to touch it with my tongue and lick it until it was as wet as my pussy and craving my own body with a fierceness that I had to have. I put my wet tongue on his navel and ran it down to his balls, licking them gently and letting the saliva run all over them. I started at the base of his cock and went up to the firm head with my tongue. His body shook under me and I clasped his buttocks with my arms, bringing his cock in to my mouth. All the way in, I had to get it all the way into my mouth. I felt mad with desire I had never known, and would never again let lie dormant. His cock was enormously erect and stood in my mouth, reaching down into my throat. I let my juices fall from my mouth to cover it completely, then licked it wetter and wetter.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby, do it to me, eat me, suck me.. . ." Cranston was moaning and twisting beneath me, his body reaching up to my mouth as I pulled him closer and closer. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked hard, very hard, savoring the taste. My hands were clawing at his buttocks and pulling the cheeks apart until he was crying out for me to slow down, go easy, he moaned.
He pulled me up to his mouth and my voice was husky with moaning as our tongues met in total wetness and unrestrained desire. I bit his lips and tried to draw blood as he pulled my head back and ran his hands over my breasts. I felt that they might explode as he twisted the nipples and roughly pulled at the flesh. His mouth left mine as he covered my breasts with his mouth and tongue, eating me like I was ice cream, only better. I began to kick with my legs and he turned me over to lie flat on the floor as he eased himself between my legs and my pussy lifted up to meet his bobbing, hard penis. He didn't put it inside of me, but rubbed it all along the length of my pussy, the wetness meshing into a oneness. A sharp, explosion went off in my pussy!-
"Cranston, come on, into me, into me, I want you so badly please come in now come in ..." I moaned, oblivious to the hard cold floor under my twisting and turning body.
I felt the ridge of the head as he gently put it in. I lunged my body upward to consume it inside of my pussy, the Lips tight against his penis. The pain as he entered me-it was exquisite! I was losing it, losing my virginity, having it happen at last! I cried out in wild joy as I felt my pussy fill up with his penis as he moved it so slowly in and out, around and around. My body began to break into rapid jerks as I felt the climatic flames flying out of my body. I began to shake and move with a rapidity that astounded me and I thrust his penis into me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. We became one as our bodies shook together and his mouth found mine. I tore into his mouth and sucked his touch roughly as I moved faster and faster against his body. I was coming! My orgasm, here, now! I laughed almost hysterically and cried out at the same time, I was in a complete and total state of ecstasy! I heard him moan louder and louder until we were moving so fast and so hard that I was crying out for him to stop, stop! He was tearing my body open with his thrusting cock.
For an answer he only covered my mouth again with his and bit my mouth, my cheeks, my lips, my nose, my neck, I was going crazy, I knew I was. Then he screamed in my ear, and stopped his beating penis inside of me. A long, hard shiver went through my entire body as I pulled his head down against my breasts and held it there. My tears were of joy, and total contentment. He looked up and kissed them away as they ran down my cheek.
"You were a virgin, weren't you?" He whispered into my ear.
I nodded and he held me close to him, rocking me and saying how he loved me, loved me. "I do, Camille, you're one in a million, How did an old man like me luck into someone like you?"
I didn't think he wanted an answer and if he had, I couldn't have told him. He might not want to know that I had decided early this morning that I would have sex today, and probably anyone at all would have satisfied me. Maybe not, though, he was terribly experienced, I thought. I wondered if he had screwed Clara.
"Cranston, have you made it with Clara?"'
"Why, Camille, what a thing to ask. I don't think I shall tell you. Are you jealous?"
"I might be, she is a beautiful woman, and I don't know-"
"Hush, don't ruin this moment." He started kissing my neck again, but I was so tired that I could only lie next to him and let him. I wondered if I should feel guilty; after all, he was my uncle, and what would Wendy think if she knew-or Aunt Tina, did they know about him?
"Cranston, does Auntie know that you do this with other women besides her?"
"Honey, your Aunt and I haven't slept together for years. We have separate bedrooms, you know. I don't even know why we stay married. Probably for the lads, though of course they're old enough now for it not to matter...."
I didn't say anything, but got up for my clothes. As I stood up, I felt the sticky semen running down my legs and wondered what one was supposed to do.
"The bathroom's in there." He pointed to a door.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Probably it was like daddy had said to momma many times, that Uncle Cranston was a spineless man, living off of his wife's money and taking it easy. Oh, well, it didn't matter. I was through with him. He had served my purposes very well-now I wasn't a Virgin' any more! I couldn't wait to tell Clara and Wendy. But what could I tell them? Wendy had said last night that you should care about the person you chose to have sex with, and he was her father. But I did care about Cranston, a little. Why did he ruin it with all this love business at the end? Maybe he just wanted to make me feel good, or something. I wiped myself clean with a rough paper towel and looked in the mirror. Wow! My eyes were shiny and bright! I thought I looked older, more of a woman of the world.
CHAPTER TWO
The time was going slower now at the house. I was getting very bored, but I couldn't figure out what to do about it. Ever since Cranston and I had balled, things hadn't been the same. That next day he and Aunt Tina had left for a short vacation. I hadn't thought I wanted to see him again, but now that he had been gone for a week, I was ready for him. He had come up to my room that night for a goodnight kiss and a fond farewell, but that was all. At the time, I hadn't encouraged him. And Wendy, she was so busy with her class and her new boyfriend that the only time I ever saw her was in the mornings or when she was running out the door. I was terribly lonely, and wanted some action. Aunt Tina had told me to call up Greg, their son, if I got bored, but I hadn't really wanted to. I could remember seeing his picture on the Christmas card they had always sent us, ugly, skinny kid with horn-rimmed glasses.
I was afraid that my pussy was going to dry up if I didn't do something soon. I had tried masturbating every night this week, but I wasn't very good at it. I hadn't even come. I will call Greg! Maybe hell have some cute friends.
"Hello, is this Greg Wellstone?"
"Yes, it is, who's calling?" His voice sounded so grim!
"It's Camille Wellstone, your cousin. I'm staying with your parents this summer and they suggested I call you if I wanted to do something, and Wendy's gone, so I thought maybe you'd like to come over or something...."
"Oh. Well. I'm pretty busy now. But, I guess, if you're not up for a lot, then you could come over here and we could talk a little. I have some friends coming over later and you could meet them. I'll pick you up in an hour, how's that?"
"I'll be ready, and Greg, thanks." See you.
Wow! That was easy! He was an art student; maybe he would have some wild friends. I had that burning inside of me and I really couldn't stand being cooped up in an empty house. I had thought Wendy would entertain me, but she was so indifferent lately. Almost as if she hated me. Oh, well, I'd get all fixed up tonight!
I put on my tightest shorts so that my legs looked really good-I creamed all the hair off of them and then polished them so that they were all shiny and smooth. I wore my new platforms that gave my calves a delicious arch to them. Now, for the top half of my body! I carefully selected a. top of very thin material. It was very tight across my braless breasts and the icy blue went great with my hair. I fluffed my thick hair out until it was wild about my face and I imagined I looked a little like Raquel Welch as I made a pout m the mirror. A dash of cologne and I was ready. One very positive thing I had done during this long week was to have an IUD fitted-I wanted to be prepared for my new life I
The doorbell rang and I slowly walked to answer it. I was just a bit nervous, but I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Greg had changed! He was still slender (like his father, I thought wryly), but very good-looking in an artist-like sort of way. His hair was long over his ears and very curly and dark, like Wendy's. Instead of the old horn-rims I remembered, he was wearing fashionable wire-rims and his clothes were a little sloppier than I expected.
"Hello, you ready?" He asked in a very nice, deep voice.
"Sure," I smiled (seductively, I hoped) and took his arm.
We walked to the car, somewhat stiffly, so I removed my arm and climbed into the Volkswagen. I glanced at a faded peace decal on the glove compartment and then turned sideways for a better look at my cousin. His nose was his best feature, I decided, straight and not too long. His lips were a little too thin for my taste, but they would do, and I liked his dark eyes, a trait in our family.
"So you're going to be an artist," I said in my huskiest voice.
"I hope so, it's very difficult and time consuming, but I have the best teachers available and with a little luck, I might make it one day ... how do you like Providence?"
"Fine-what I've seen of it. Wendy is so busy that she hasn't had time to show me around much. And with your parents gone, it's been a little dull for me."
"You couldn't have been used to much more in a convent."
"I wasn't in a convent," I said, my old anger rising at him, "it was a Catholic girls' school." I hated the sneer in his voice and couldn't figure out why I got the impression that he disliked me. We had never even met before.
"Sorry. I can't promise you much in the way of entertainment. A couple of my teachers will be over tonight, and a friend. All we'll probably do is talk boring, to you, art talk, and drink a little wine."
"I doubt if I will be bored. I like art."
He gave a half snort, half sneer and concentrated on his driving.
"Look, Greg, if you'd rather I not be there tonight, you can take me home, I can always masturbate or something to pass the time away." I looked to see if I had shocked him. It didn't appear that I had.
"No, that's not it. It's just that, well, some of my friends are a little strange, and I'd hate for you to feel out of place."
"I doubt if I will." I was anxious to meet some strange people, if I could believe him when he said they were strange. Would he consider his father strange?
His apartment was the typical man's apartment. Very messy and cluttered, with things strung all over it. I kind of liked the big, open-spaced living area. I went over to look at the work on his easel and was surprised to note that it was of two women, embracing.
"You like that? I think it will be my best when I finish it. It has a little of the Rubens touch, don't you think?"
"Yeah." I didn't know what the Rubens touch was, but I did like the picture; it stimulated me. The women's features weren't very clear in the picture; they had a dreamlike quality about them that reminded me of my daydreams of Clara.
"Oh, the crowd's here." Greg said as he went to open the door. I looked at the three people that entered the room. One was a man, older than Greg, and kind of fat, ugly. The other guy was Greg's age, but much too blonde for my taste in men, I dismissed him rapidly. The last person to enter was a woman, older than Greg and stunning! I stared openly at her good looks-she had dark hair wound around her head and her face was not unlike that of a Madonna, very serene and cool looking. She wasn't wearing any make-up at all and didn't need any. She had a slightly tilted nose that went over the most sensual mouth I had ever seen, the full lips closed to make a perfect outline against the olive of her flawless skin. She was wearing a red, flowing kaftan, so I couldn't see her body, but I imagined it to be as superb as her face. I could see the outline of her two, high breasts as she turned to look at Greg's painting.
"Darling, this is going to be your best. You have the feeling caught on your canvas, such love and feeling, it will be splendid .. . just splendid." I watched as she stared at the painting and saw her face transformed by it. She must be a lesbian, I thought, only a lesbian would look like that at such a painting. Ummm ... I was already getting hot for her. I would have to play it right and be very careful, to get her. But I would. She would be an excellent teacher, I could sense it. And I wanted to learn, so that I could finish that unhappy scene with Wendy. This was the way, learn enough to get Wendy to have me instead of that stupid guy. Maybe Clara, too....
"Hello, I'm Camille." I said softly as I went over to stand beside her. "I'm Greg's cousin."
"Hello dear. Yes, you have the same lovely dark eyes. Don't you love this painting?" She took her glance away from me and turned back to the picture. I noticed on closer look that she had tiny little lines around her eyes; she was older than I had thought, but all the better, she would know more to teach me.
"Oh, yes," I whispered softly, to suit her mood, "I think it is terribly touching. A touch of Rubens." I put to use what Greg had told me and it worked. She turned to look at me.
"Yes, dear, it is, at that. How clever of you to notice."
"Drinks anyone?" Greg was saying as he entered the room with a loaded tray. His other two friends were seated on the low sofa arguing about some inane point and they looked over to me as they took the drinks.
"Why haven't we met her, Greg, or are you hiding her for yourself?" the fat one asked.
"She's my cousin. Camille, this is George and Harold. My good friend and teacher, respectively. And this," he said coming over to us, "is Audrey, my inspiration and teacher." He put his arm around her and she beamed up at him. Maybe I was wrong, maybe they were lovers.
"I've just been talking to her. She's lovely, Greg."
"Yeah," fat George said, "what will you drink, Camille?"
"Some wine, I think." I unwillingly took a glass from him and tried to steer away from him. I think he figured it out because he went back to the sofa to continue his argument with the other man.
I sat quiet and consumed six glasses of wine. My head was aching and I felt a little dizzy, but I didn't care. Greg and Audrey had been talking painting since the moment she had gotten here. The two men had already left and I was miserable. My aching inside of my body had gotten duller as the prospect of any sex had dimmed. I only wanted to get drunk.
"Well, I must be going," I heard Audrey say to Greg. I looked up to see her kiss him lightly on the cheek and he returned the kiss, nothing sexual there, I was relieved to note. However, Audrey hadn't shown much interest in me, either. Maybe she had a lover.
"Yeah, I've got to take my drunk cousin home. I don't think she's used to drinking, she's been in a Catholic all-girls' school all her life."
I closed my eyes and decided to play like I was as drunk as they thought I was. It might work to some advantage.
"You know, Greg, she'd make a lovely model if you could get her to agree, such youth and beauty. She's so slim and graceful."
"Now, Audrey, hands off her, she's just a kid and I can see that gleam in your eyes. She's my cousin, you know."
I hated Greg at that moment, who did he think he was, my damn guardian?
Audrey laughed a low, quiet laugh that sent my heart racing with desire for her.
"You don't need to worry about that. Once with a young girl is enough for me. Too much pain. I think I've settled for older women, and an occasional young man," she laughed and drew him to her. I bitterly resented their embrace, but I kept still.
"Let me drop her off. There's no need for you to go out. I drive right by your family's house."
"Terrific. I'd like to get some sleep tonight. I'll help you get her to the car."
I was tingled by their touches, they both lifted me out of the chair and carried me to her car. It was a big car, and I slid on to the front seat as she closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. I had to be careful, very careful, but I thought I could do it. She did want me, I knew that she did, and with a little encouragement, and away from Greg....
She slid in and started the car. As soon as we had pulled away from Greg's I pretended to fall against her, and let out a little moan.
Just as I expected, she responded. She put my head in her warm lap and patted my shoulder.
"There, there, it will be alright. You had a little too much to drink, that's all." I smiled to myself and nestled deeper in her lap. I could feel her breasts hanging and barely touching my head. I moved up higher so that my head pressed against her breasts. I heard her sigh and knew that she was nearing the point where she would make a move. She was! I felt her hand slide down from my shoulder and fall across my breast-it felt hot and I wanted to jump up and rip my clothes off for her to consume me, but I couldn't. I had to take it very easy or she might let me off and I would have to face that dreadful empty bed. I could smell the light aroma of her cologne on her body and in the car. It was drugging me. I let out a small sigh as her hand moved lightly, tracing the outline of my breast with her fingers, and twisted on the seat so that my face was pressed into her chest, my nose in her cleavage and my arms clumsily around her. She, too, sighed and with her hand, pulled me a little closer to her. We stayed in the position for a long time, so long that I felt sure we had passed the house where I was staying and were going to her home. I was scared to move any further or else she would know that I was really awake, and not drunk.
The car came to a stop and with the lights off, we were in complete darkness.
"Come on, dear, you're going to have to help me get you into the house." She gently shook me by the shoulders and I moved only enough to help her. I kept my eyes closed and kept bobbing my head, she was practically clucking she seemed so delighted. I took a peek to see that I had been right, we were at her house, I was getting wet with anticipation of what was to come.
She led me through a number of rooms until I felt myself falling onto a bed. I heard her click on a light, and could tell that it wasn't a particularly strong light. Would she try to sober me up or would she confront me in this state? I didn't want to sober up, I wanted to just lie here and let her do with me as she pleased .. . how deliciously exciting that would be. I heard footsteps and opened one eye .. . she had left the room. I looked around and saw that I was in her bedroom. It was a very feminine room, done completely in white, with ruffles on the curtains and on the bedspread. She hadn't even bothered to pull it back, but had placed me on top of it. I felt the satiny smoothness of it and curled up in an attempt to look more appealing to her. I could see a huge painting on the wall facing the bed of two women, embracing. Good sign! It was much more explicit than Greg's painting, I could see their nipples, painted a bright red and the blackness of their mounds as their bodies were twisted in front of me.
I heard music coming from another room. Soft, gentle music that I didn't recognize from the Top Ten. I heard her coming back, so I curled up with my bare ass displayed to her, peeking out from my shorts.
"Oh, aren't you a vision of loveliness . . ." she cooed over me. I felt her fingertips tracing their way from the back of my neck all the way down my spinal cord to where my cheeks separated. I tingled unwillingly as she moved on down my sleek legs and then I felt her taking my shoes off. Her touch was the lightest I had ever felt. She gently turned my body over to face her, and I felt her hands going around me as she sat me up and eased my shirt off over my head. I felt my nipples harden as they confronted the air and her eyes. She eased me back down on the bed and I felt her stare at my naked breasts. She tentatively touched my nipples, as if she thought she might break them. I longed to cry out for her to grab them between her fingers and squeeze them until juices poured out from them. I felt her hands beneath my jeans as she unsnapped them. The zipper sounded loud and obnoxious as she quickly brought it down. Then, with one warm hand under my body, she lifted me up slightly from the bed and slid my shorts off. I was naked before her, completely. She arranged my hair to be spread out around my face and a few tendrils she brought around to place over my side.
I felt her preparing the room for the ritual of lovemaking.
I opened my eyes enough to watch her go over to the closet and slip the kaftan over her head. Her body, I noted with pleasure and a mouth getting moist, was firm and still quite youthful. Her breasts, that once must have been as high as Clara's, hung easily down on her chest. They were not unattractive, but lovely; my image of the Madonna had been an accurate one. Her body was full and I could see her rounded buttocks shake just a tiny bit as she bent to slip out of her shoes. She turned so that I could observe her black, curly pubic hairs sprouting out from her pussy and I felt my own pussy getting very wet and steaming hot. I could feel the pulse of my pussy beating rapidly as I watched her light candles and place them around the room-it was a ritual! The light clicked off and we were bathed in candlelight. I could keep my eyes open just a little and she wouldn't be able to see; good.
I decided to make it hard for her to have me and turned over, as if in a fitful dream. She laughed; I could hear its melodic sound. I felt the bed creak as she lowered her body next to mine.
"My beautiful, beautiful child. Tonight you are mine alone, mine alone." She was almost chanting as she said the words slowly.
I had a thirsty passion now, knowing she was nude beside me. I rolled over, giving her a teasing look at my breasts as I did so. She reached over and pulled me close to her. I could feel my back warming as it nestled into the crook of her body beside mine. Her flesh was hot and soft, I pushed my ass into her pussy and heard her groan.
Her mouth came down on the back of my neck, her wet lips just barely touching my skin, but setting me on fire. She pushed me gently so that I was flat on the bed and I could feel her bending over me as she kissed my neck, then my back. When her lips reached my ass, I was going wild inside of my body-I had to have her inside of me, deeper and more. She was tracing the crack between my cheeks with her tongue and I felt with a rush of passion the hot saliva as she reached my anus. This was new and I loved it! I spread my legs just a little to give her better access and she slid her arm under my stomach as she brought my fleshy cheeks up into her waiting mouth. She was biting me gently now, and I wanted her to bite harder. I shuddered wildly, forgetting my plan to stay passive. She seemed to be unaware of it and
I felt her finger moving along the crack between my cheeks, pushing in just enough to torment me.
All of a sudden, she turned me over to face her and I felt the weight of her breasts as they fell to my stomach and her mouth crushed on my nipple. I kicked my legs and screamed wildly, unable any longer to contain myself. She looked up, startled, and then I pulled her face to mine and gathered her sensual, wet lips against mine. She was groaning with pleasure as our tongues clashed and bathed each other's mouths, my hands tearing at her back and struggling to reach the flesh of her buttocks. I could feel her breasts intermingled with mine and I pulled her close to me, shuddering with passion. I bit her on the lips so hard that she cried and left my mouth to return to my waiting, erect nipples. Instead, she nipped the flesh of my breast with her teeth, biting and clawing my body with her fingernails. After going in many circles around my nipples, she finally clasped her mouth onto the nipple itself and sucked so hard that I felt the explosion inside of my body as my pussy was dripping with the juices of my orgasm. It ran the length of my body as she gave the other nipple the same lovely treat. I grabbed at her breasts with my hands and began to twist them wildly, wanting to bruise them with the passion in my hands as I felt their fullness.
She traveled down from my breasts until I felt her hot tongue licking my pubic hairs, sloppily and yet not sloppily, the wet oozing from her mouth as her tongue explored every part of my pussy. When her tongue reached my clitoris, I was insane with passion-I cried out and screamed as she grasped it between her tongue and sucked so hard on it that I thought I was dead and in heaven. With a hand on each of her nipples I pulled on them, twisting and turning, while her mouth covered my pussy with her desire and my aching body was bent upward to throw it into her mouth.
Her tongue, hard and thrusting, pushed its way into my pussy and I clasped my legs around her body. She turned around so that her pussy was over my head. I brought it down to my mouth with a forcefulness that was incredible. Her pussy tasted just as I thought it would, sweet and bittersweet, smelling of her cologne and dripping its juices into my waiting mouth. I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and thrust my entire face into the haven of her pussy. I sucked so hard that I knew any moment it would have to be over, I couldn't stand so much pleasure, it was driving me insane. I bit her clitoris and she cried and bit mine in return. I felt another, bigger orgasm bursting out of me and threw its sounds into her pussy and consumed her own orgasm into mine.
Before my body had had time to stop shaking and jerking so violently, I felt something new thrust into my sore and pounding vagina-it must be her fingers, I realized as I felt the quick, rapid movements inside of me, driving me crazy. It was almost too much for me to take. I reached around her hips and pulled at the flesh of her buttocks with my hands, clawing and tearing at the flesh, pulling the cheeks apart.
"Oh, ohhhhhhhh ..." Audrey was moaning, crying and she fell over to the side of the bed and reached up to my face. Very seductively, she stretched her arms around my quivering body and drew me to her. I fell into her womb of softness and clasped her against me, kissing her breasts lightly, tugging gently at the nipples with my mouth, teasing her.
"My little baby, my little baby, suck me, suck your mother, dear, suck me harder, harder ..." I bit into her nipple and she jerked her body back and forth to torment me with her naked body. I ran my fingers the length of her body, coming back to her swollen vagina and stroking the lips, still very, very wet and pounding under my fingers. I placed one of my fingers into her opening, and moved it slowly around inside of her, it felt so hot, so wanting that I shoved another finger in and then I could stand it no longer. My mouth left her nipples, harder than rocks, and went down to her pussy. I tore the lips apart with my fingers and tried to enter her with my entire hand-it would fit, it would, as I pushed harder and harder, she was buckling under me and her legs were spread wide enough to accommodate me fully. Oh, God, oh, God, oh God.
I had lost all control of myself as I stuck my hand in her vagina and pulled it out, pushed it in, and pulled it out . . . "Camille, stop, stop, you're going to kill me, please, please, stop, Camille . .." Audrey was screaming loud into the room as I tore into her, beating her vagina with my fingers, tormenting her deliciously as I felt her loud moan, knew she was coming, coming, coming, falling limp against the bed.
I stopped all movement and stared down at her as she lay prone, her eyes closed, on the bed. I loved the way her nipples swept up and the dark coral color ... I gently touched their hard, erect, swollen centers and saw a flicker of a smile on her face. I lifted each breast up with my hands and squeezed as if they were oranges ... I loved the soft glow of her skin.
I bent over to kiss her and tingled anew at the touch of my own swollen nipples brushing against hers ... what could be more lovely? Her mouth opened to mine and our kiss was so total, so enveloping....
"Well, not a bad show for an old lady!"
Audrey and I froze and I could not believe that shrill, hard voice I had just heard behind me. Slowly, I lifted myself off of Audrey and turned around. There was a woman much older" than Audrey, I thought, standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her face was a mask of ice and hatred as I saw her staring at me. She had the plainest face I had ever seen, and the hatred only served to make it even uglier. I thought her lips were vulgar, large and losing their shape and all elasticity ... her body was concealed by a long, bright red robe that did nothing for her, and her hair was a mass of tangles, drab brown and gray tangles.
"Meredith, what are you doing here?" I heard Audrey whisper breathlessly, as if she were frightened of this creature who had broken the magical spell we had been in.
"I live here, in case you have forgotten. Now, get your disgusting, filthy body up and take this slut home, to whatever alley you picked her up in." Her voice reminded me of a frog, I wanted to spit in her face. Surely Audrey didn't live with this creature?
Smirking devilishly, she came over to the bed and openly stared at my body. I jumped up to gather my clothes. I felt as if she were violating my body with her eyes. She sat down next to Audrey and began to pinch her nipples, the same nipples I had been kissing so tenderly. I hated her!
"Meredith, please, leave us alone, get out of my room, and I'll take care of this. Please, I am begging, leave us." Audrey was pleading with her and I could see the tears swelling in her eyes. I didn't understand this, how could she love her?
"Nothing doing, I'm not moving. Tell your little slut to get out, she's had enough of my property, and now it's my turn. Do you understand?" As soon as she had said that, I saw her twist Audrey's nipples until she winced in pain, but said nothing. I ran out of the room, my shoes in my hands and looked for a door. My beautiful evening had been ruined by this horrible woman. I felt suddenly very guilty. What was wrong with me? I felt lowly, and ashamed of what I had done.
When I came out into the cool night air, my senses felt sharpened and I tried to get hold of myself as I walked down the street. I didn't have any idea where I was, or how to get home, but I didn't care. I felt wasted, ruined at an early age. Was I really turning into a lesbian? It hadn't been disgusting when I was craving Audrey's body, but now, it seemed so cheap and cold. Maybe Wendy had been right, you should care about the person you give yourself to-but I had cared, until that woman came in, why did she have to ruin everything?
"Hi, honey, you need a lift home?"
I looked up in relief as I saw Clara's blonde head popping out of the window of her car. I was saved! I didn't even answer her, but ran to get in the car.
"Wow, you look all beat... what's happened to you? Some punk get too fresh with you?" She was laughing again, her great laugh.
"Not really." I didn't want to tell her, didn't want her to know that I was such a rotten person. Why hadn't I been with some nice young guy?
"You don't have to talk about it. I remember how it was with me before I got used to the way things are. You'll find out one day that it's worth it, and everything will be fine." She put her arm around my shoulders as she drove and I loved her for her kindness, how could she possibly know that I had gone to such low levels so fast? I would cleanse myself, that's what I'd do, and not ever let something like that happen again.
CHAPTER THREE
I slowly opened one foggy eye to blink at the glaring sunlight streaming through the window. I felt like shit. My head was throbbing from the alcohol and from the hazy thoughts. Damn! Had I really done all those things with another woman? A woman old enough to be my mother, too. I turned over in bed and squeezed my warm body. My breasts were sore from last night, they felt as swollen as my head. Oh, well.... ' I heard the slam of car doors and supposed Cranston and auntie had returned. Good! That would give me something to do. Maybe Cranston would have some advice for me. Anybody was better than Audrey! Whatever had possessed me to be so free with myself? Like some cheap tramp, that's what I was, nothing but a tramp. Even Clara wouldn't do something like I had done.
I forced myself out of bed and was genuinely amazed to find that my body appeared none the worse from the wear and tear. I spotted a small blue bruise under my left breast, but make-up would take care of that. I decided I would persuade Cranston to take me to the beach today. Everyone had a tan except me. I dragged my swim suit out of a drawer only to groan-a very dull, one-piece, white swim suit. My mother had picked it out for me, the perfect suit for a little virgin. I couldn't go out in public like that! Disgustedly, I threw it in the trash can. I'd get Cranston to take me to a sportswear shop before we went to the beach.
I found Cranston sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee-several prints spread before him.
"Hi, Cranston!" I cheerfully said to his back and playfully tickled his neck.
He turned around to smile at me with a bit of surprise, I supposed remembering our last time together, when I had sent him away. "Hi, honey ... did ya miss me?"
"Sure, I did. Wendy's so busy, she has a new boyfriend, you know, that I never see her. But I did see Greg, last night. Did you have fun?"
"Oh, I suppose. Tell me which print you like the best."
I looked down at the prints. They were all of the same, dull building. Merely different angles. But I pointed one out to him and sat down, pulling my chair over closer to his.
"You want to take me to the beach today ... ummmm?" I purred my words, putting my lips lightly on his cheek. He pulled me over into his lap and his hands found my tight, swollen breasts. He began to knead them gently, kissing my hair. "Let's go to the beach, Cranston, please."
"Okay, honey. I'll go get some towels." He reluctantly pulled away from me and went for the towels. I watched him walk out of the room with a new fascination, I really wanted him today. Maybe it was the strange result of Audrey. I didn't know, all I did know was that I wanted to be normal, I didn't want to become a lesbian.
Easily, I persuaded Cranston to stop, by a sportswear shop and he even went in with me to help. He quickly spotted a tiny black bikini that he insisted he buy for me. I was delighted-what better way to escape that white swim suit than by this one! It was so tiny that I was embarrassed to try it on in front of the sales clerk. She looked at me disapprovingly as I fastened the clasp. My breasts looked even bigger than I had thought they were, the small top just barely covered my nipples, and the cut of the suit pushed them up high revealing a very nice view of cleavage. The bottom of the bikini was smaller than my panties, with a clear view of the crack of my fanny showing in the back. Under the sales clerk's eyes, I pulled it up as high as I could, but it still revealed one hell of a lot of me. I decided to leave it on and put my jeans on over it. I wanted to surprise Cranston in the privacy of the beach, not here in the store.
"Well, are we all set?" Cranston asked, once we were back in his car.
"I am. Do you have your camera with you?"
"Of course, it's my excuse for the day. I'll take some shots of the beach to show the old lady, in case she gets nosy. Come sit closer to me."
I moved over and put my arm behind his neck, rubbing it gently with my hand. I felt I had to get my feelings off my chest before I could really enjoy being with him. I saw his right hand moving up my thigh to caress my skin and I got all tingly inside, but I had to talk about my problem with him, I had to.
"Cranston, I have to tell you something, and ask your advice, do you mind?"
"Shoot, baby."
"Well, last night I went over to Greg's apartment and some people came over. I was pretty drunk and uh, this older woman, Audrey, she took me home. Only she didn't take me home, she took me to her place and we-uh, we did some things that I don't know how to feel about. I feel really strange, and guilty, do you know what I'm say-fag?"
"I think so, just what did the two of you do?"
"Well, we, uh, we had sex, I guess. She sort of ate me all over and put her fingers inside of me, and it was all so crazy and mixed-up ... Cranston, I don't want to be a lesbian!"
"Baby, don't cry ... one time doesn't make you a lesbian ... and if you still want men, too, it just might mean you're bisexual, or maybe, it was only for that one time. Do you still want to see her?"
"No, never!" I cried, my tears flowing out as I embraced him tightly, making the car swerve.
"Shh ... everything will be all right. Don't worry about it. . ." Cranston was saying, his arm holding me in his lap so that my head was pressing against his bulging pants. I eventually stopped crying, and just collapsed against Cranston, savoring his maleness and happy for the first time all day. I could feel his cock growing under my chin and I tentatively looked up at Cranston. He smiled at me and pushed my head back down on his cock
I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free of clothing. I had never really given a guy a blow job, hah! That was a laugh, I had never even fucked anyone but Cranston....
I giggled at my foolishness and put my wet tongue on the bulging head of his penis. It was so hard and was turning a darker shade of pink as I twirled my tongue around the head. Cranston wiggled -under me and sighed contentedly as I ran my tongue down the shaft of his long, thick cock. I let my saliva trickle down on his balls and I licked them completely, burying my face in his lap.
"Cranston, why don't you pull over? Can you?"
He didn't answer me, but just pulled the car over to the side of the highway. I heard the other cars zooming past us, but I didn't care in the least. I wanted to eat him so completely, so totally....
Cranston turned around in the seat and I pulled his pants down and off. We were risking getting caught, but I didn't care if he didn't. Cranston reached down to kiss me and I let my mouth melt into his. He tasted of tobacco and I loved it! My own tongue was working feverishly inside of his mouth until I escaped its confines and slid it down to his navel, where I sucked gently as he moved beneath me. I cupped his balls in my hands and very gently, massaged them.
"Oh, baby, suck me, suck me. . .
I obeyed him willingly and eased my mouth over his cock, sliding it in until it reached the roof of my throat. I heard him sighing as I moved up and down on his throbbing cock, my tongue working faster and faster as I sucked on his wet head. I loved the taste of him in my mouth, I loved the feeling of power I had as I controlled him with my mouth. I slid down further between his legs and put one of his balls into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and around until I felt I had to take the other ball inside of my mouth. I held them gently, afraid of hurting him, as my own heartbeat was gaining in momentum, pounding in my head. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I moved my hips in rhythm to my mouth, circling and swaying with my body. I released his balls and placed my tongue on the root of his cock, stroking it wetly and gathering his balls up with my hands. I held his cock in my hands and slid it all over my wet mouth, on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, giving it little kisses and tender bites. Cranston was moving faster under my mouth, urging me to give him more, more....
Once again, I slid his entire cock into my mouth, going down on him with a forcefulness mingled delicately with tenderness. I clasped my lips tightly around the shaft of his cock, moving them rapidly up and down, faster and faster.
"Oh, Camille, honey-faster, faster, I'm coming!"
I moved with abandon, slowing down to tease him, then speeding up to get him higher. My own body was moving as fast as his, I could feel niy-self loosening up and panting as I came ... I smothered a cry with my lips as I went down to consume his cock and let the shudders of my body come. Cranston was grasping with his hands to squeeze my breasts as I moaned louder and louder. . ..
I put my hand tight around the root of his cock and felt the big vein surging and pounding as I tasted the first of his come-it came in fast spurts into my mouth, I held it to taste and let it slither down my throat as I swallowed. Finally, the heat from his body was dying down as I tasted the last of his wonderful juices. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue all over it, licking the juices off until it was dry and limpid in my hands and mouth. I felt my pussy contracting with pleasure as I held my legs tightly together, feeling the clitoris hard and tight. I looked up at Cranston's sweat-drenched face, and saw him smile at me slowly, wetting his lips. I reached up for his mouth and brought him down to kiss me. Then we heard a car horn and sat up straight to look at a passing car that had obviously been glancing in at us.
"Shit!" Cranston said, and kissed me again, in spite of the cars, "what do we care?"
I giggled happily and snuggled up to his body. I reached down for his pants, but he shook his head. "Leave them off, it's too damn hot. Besides, well be there before long."
He started the car again and I turned on the radio. I felt like a normal woman now, again. It was more fun with Cranston, wasn't it? I wasn't at all too sure that I wanted to think about it. Suddenly, I was remembering Audrey and her mouth on my pussy, the throbbing intensity of our contact. Damn, Camille! You've got to forget her! I forced myself not to think about her, and turned to give Cranston more of my attention. He was fun, and he did turn me on, I reminded myself. I would make myself not think about Audrey, I would.
"You know, baby, I could fall in love with you," Cranston said, his hand massaging my pussy through my jeans. His hand felt good, so good that I encouraged him by smiling at him and kissing his cheek. Things would be so easy if only I could love Cranston. The thought of incest didn't bother me at all. Cranston didn't seem like my uncle, he was my lover. I continued to kiss his cheek and neck, not really thinking about much, except the pulsations of my body that were coming faster and faster.
"How much longer before we get there?" I asked.
"Another five minutes. I just hope it's deserted. I haven't been to this spot since last summer. You know, you're really beautiful..."
"Thank you kindly, sir." I said politely, puckering my lips for a quick kiss. I could still taste the sweetness of him inside my mouth, tantalizing me to the point where I wanted more and more of him. I played with his loose hairs, tugging at the gray ones sprinkled through his sideburns. I loved the way they made him look so very sophisticated-men fascinated me. I decided then I wanted to keep Cranston with me all night long. I had never slept with anyone all night, except Wendy, and that, I had to forget! She certainly had lost all interest in me.
We finally arrived at the beach and the view of surf and sand took my breath away-it was all too perfect, too completely breathtaking. I hurried out of the car, leaving Cranston behind to bother with the towels and his camera. I took my shoes off the minute I reached the sand, burying my toes in its delightful touch. I looked around for Cranston, but didn't see him, so I hastily pulled off my jeans and shirt. The first touch of the warm coastal wind on my bare skin was too good to be true. I found it remarkably sensual as I ran about on the beach, very pleased that I was alone for this moment. I felt so attuned to nature and the sun was so golden and good. I finally sat down on the sand and stared out at the breaking waves. I felt goose pimples on my spine as the wind whipped around me.
"Stand up and let me see you," Cranston said behind me, his voice deep and husky.
I stood and turned around to see him, a mere three feet away, snapping his camera. I smiled, I pouted, I stuck my tongue out seductively and I bent over-tell the while he was clicking away, enthralled in his art. I was getting excited for him. I loved being watched and having my picture taken. I turned around and posed with my hands on my hips, my bottom upturned to him. I felt him moving closer to my raging body, breathing noisily. His hand was moving slowly down my back, following my spinal cord to the bottom of it Then I felt his other hand on my fanny-and he was pulling the bottom of my bikini off, squeezing my fleshy cheeks as he did so, and panting. His fingers began to probe my ass crack, gently and tenderly, as I felt his entire body moving in closer to me until he had lowered us both down onto the sand. My face was partially buried in the hot sand, but I didn't care. I felt free, and unbridled! I moved my legs apart and felt his head thrust itself between my thighs. His flaming tongue had found my anus and he was pushing it in-just a tiny bit, but it was driving me insane! I was ecstatic!
I began to move my body to his, bringing myself up on my knees and elbows, so that I was like a puppy dog in heat.
"Oh, oh, I love you, Camille, I want you so much, so very, very much...." Cranston had lowered his body under mine and I looked down at him, my breasts touching his face. He put his arms around me and undid the clasp to my top, and threw it on the sand. My breasts now hung freely and I was swinging their fullness in his face-until his open mouth caught one of my coral nipples and he began to suck it, pulling on it forcefully until I cried out in raging joy.
"Ohhhhh, Cranston, suck the other one, too, now!" , Cranston lashed into my other breast, his tongue going wild on my white flesh. I didn't ever want him to stop! I looked down to see his cock had grown large and thick and was bobbing up to reach my mound of curly hairs. I teased him with my hips, lowering them just enough to rub against his cock. Just then I looked across the sand and saw a face behind one of the dunes. Someone was watching us! I quickly decided not to tell Cranston, I didn't want anything to end this joy. In fact, I liked being watched, it gave me a peculiar sense of sexiness.
"Owww!" I cried out as I felt Cranston roughly turning my body over onto my side, the coarse sand brushing into my tender slit. It suddenly seemed as if he had a million hands as he caressed my body, at last pulling my hips up to his face as he found my clitoris. His long tongue was beating my clit rapidly as his fingers were pulling the cheeks of my fanny farther and farther apart. I buckled wildly, the intensity of my pleasure mounting to a climax.
"Ohhhhhh, Cranston, more, more, eat me, suck me harder and harder...." The explosion inside of my body rankled me as it sent waves of turbulent delight through my body as I went limp on the sand. I lay there panting, too exhausted to move, but at the same time craving more and more. I started to unbutton Cranston's shirt while he sat on my stomach, the weight of his body on his knees. His curly chest hair deeply aroused me so that I pulled him down and with my hands gathered up his flesh around his nipples so that I could suck the tiny rose-colored button. For just a moment, I had a flash of Wendy, her pear-shaped breasts hanging over my mouth, but I forced myself to break the thought as I crushed onto his other nipple so hard that he cried out in pain.
Cranston abruptly stood up and tore his pants off completely, freeing himself of them. Then he lifted my legs up high so that he was sitting between them. I could feel the wetness of my pussy as the wind streaked through our bodies. Cranston was putting his finger into my open and waiting vagina, circling the walls and causing me to shudder with contractions. He pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth where I sucked on it, loving the spicy taste of my own body.
"Spread your legs wider, baby, as wide as you can. I love to look at you, inside of you, show me your pussy, baby."
I obeyed him silently, my lips wet and my eyes on his hands as he pulled apart my outer lips, letting the air arouse me to heights of savageness. He mauled my cunt lips, pulling tenderly, twisting the wet, swollen skin with his fingers. My entire pussy was drenching wet as I began to undulate my hips. I was lost completely in this suspended moment. I lifted my body to reach his lips. The tips of our tongues met and twitched, teasing each other until I bore my mouth into his, bruising my lips with our passion. I fucked his mouth and his throat with searching, groping tongue, digging into him wildly as his fingers spread wider my aching cunt.
"Turn over, on your knees," Cranston hoarsely whispered into my mouth and I did so, but not before handing him a nipple, hardened and erect, to bite into with his teeth. I squealed loudly, coming again in an outburst of passion.
I barely managed to turn over, on all fours, as I felt Cranston behind me, his cock rubbing my wetness, beating against my hardened and swollen clitoris. I was anxious to fuck this way, I had never been fucked from behind, but instead, I felt his fingers in my cunt, pushing deeper until I felt the world, explode. And then I felt Cranston's rock-hard cock easing its way into my anus-I cried out in pain.
"Damn you, Cranston, stop that! Don't fuck me there-please, it hurts!" I yelled but he didn't stop. And then I was silent, except for my low moans-it was beginning to feel good, really good, a whole new feeling. My entire body was full of him, moving ever so slowly as he pushed gently in and pulled gently out, sending rockets off inside my body. This pleasure was exquisite, so slow, so very, very slow he was moving. I pushed my ass back all the way to reach his bristly pubic hairs and mesh with his taut balls. Cranston's hands came around my body to cup my breasts lightly, teasingly stroking the erect nipples as we moved together.
"Oh, baby, you're the greatest, the absolute greatest, easy now, take, it easy...," Cranston was murmuring to me, barely audible, as my body began to move faster against him, trying desperately to keep up with the fast pounding of my heart. I was inflamed with passion for him deeper inside of me. I jerked my body faster and faster, not able to stop or control my movements any longer, I was coming, riding in on the wave that was overtaking my body as I began to shake violently....
"Ohhh, Fuck me, Cranston, fuck me, fuck me!" I screamed out, wrenching my body in semicircular movements to completely consume his long, hot cock. I felt the hot, spurting liquid begin to fill me, tighter and tighter and I held my body rigid as I let my orgasm come. It only lasted seconds until I felt his cock begin to shrink from the explosion of himself into me. I bit my lip as the last surge of the orgasm reached my breasts and they trembled in the wake.
"Oh, baby, turn over, let-me hold you," Cranston whispered in my ear and I eased his limpid cock out of my anus and rolled over to face him. I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms, his head against my breasts as I cradled him in my arms, our bodies now cold as the wind brushed across our sweaty bodies. I was shivering uncontrollably as we held each other, slightly rocking back and forth. Words were not necessary at this time. I felt then that I loved Cranston a little, too. It was true that he gave me more than anyone else had, so why did I have these doubts about my feelings for him? Why did I continue to feel as if I had violated my body in some way I couldn't understand. I tried to forget these crazy ideas as I stroked his hair with my hand, pushing the short hairs behind his ear and running my finger lightly across his ear. He was responding to my touch, moving a little as I touched him. I felt as if he were a little boy, instead of the older man, as I cradled, him. He wanted to be loved, and I knew enough to know already that auntie had not provided much in the way of love for him. I looked down at the top of his head and gently slid his mouth onto my nipple, holding it for him to suck.
Cranston's wet mouth tugged on my nipple, sucking it with an air of innocence that didn't belong to either of us. I felt guilty about all I had done lately. What had happened to daddy's little girl who had promised him she would be good? With Cranston arousing my nipple, I felt more like the mother than the daughter. He was the one that should be cradling me, I wanted to be held. I missed my parents. The tears began to slide down my cheek and I purposely let them fall on Cranston's face.
"Baby, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"
"I miss my parents, and, uh, I feel bad about, uh, about what we've been doing...." I stammered, inwardly delighted at his reaction. He sat up and put my head in his lap, holding his arms tightly around me. It worked! I loved this feeling best of all-I was being held, and loved, just like when I was a little girl. And Cranston, he was like daddy, telling me a story to make me feel good.
"You shouldn't worry about what we've been doing, Camille. It's natural when two people care about each other. I love you, every little inch of you, you know that, don't you?"
I nodded and waited for him to go on talking. All I wanted to do was listen.
"And all that silly nonsense you told me earlier about you becoming a lesbian, that's impossible! You're all woman, believe me. You did tell me you took care of yourself while I was gone, didn't you?"
His last question was an afterthought, one of panic, I thought, as I assured him quietly that, yes, I had an IUD now and he had nothing to worry about.
"Are you afraid you'll be a father again?" I teased him, knowing full well that he did not want my teasing now.
"Of course not, don't be silly. But it would be a damnable thing to happen to you-so young." "That's bullshit and you know it. I don't want a damn kid."
"Camille, I wish you wouldn't talk like that now. I land of like it when we are having sex, but not at other times, it makes you sound like some slut."
"You bastard!" I cried and got up quickly to gather my swim suit and put it back on. I was ready to leave. It was simply too much that he should call me a slut! In a blind fury of tears, I ran to the car, stumbling twice on the sand. I hated him! I hated myself! When I was in school, I never had these dumb problems-why was I having them now? I didn't need sex, didn't have any problems like this until I started playing around. I hated everybody! -C, When I reached the car, it was locked and this infuriated me! I stomped around, looking for Cranston, but didn't see him coming. Maybe I had been too mean to him, but I didn't care-he called me a slut!
I was sitting on the ground by the car door when I saw him slowly walking toward the car, the towels and his camera hanging from his hands. His head was down and again, I thought he looked like a little boy, whose feelings had been hurt. But that was my role, damn him, my feelings had been hurt. He silently opened my door and I got in, sitting close to the edge of the seat. I watched him walk around to his side of the car, his shirt wet from the perspiration on his chest. Somehow that was endearing, but I couldn't weaken. Not yet.
Cranston got in the car and turned to look at me. I turned the other way, and then I felt his hand brushing my cheek, very tenderly.
"Camille, listen to me, please ... I'm very sorry that I called you a slut. You're not a slut, you couldn't possibly be. I was just angry and I don't know why. I guess it's just that I'm older than you and I hate to see someone as beautiful as you are using words like that. Call it conditioning, call it whatever you like, but I can't help the way I am. Our conversation there on the beach was irrational, it just happened and it can be forgotten-I love you, Camille." Cranston slid over and put his arms around me. I held my body stiff as he attempted to hold me and then I gave in, I relaxed and crumpled against him.
"Let's go home!" Cranston said quietly and I put my head in his lap, completely oblivious to anything other than how tired I was, how sleepy....
"Baby, we're home."
I opened my eyes to the glaring sunlight and sat up in the car. Cranston smiled at me and we both got out of the car. I was very hungry and anxious to get something to eat. We had missed lunch entirely. As I walked to the house, I was acutely aware of my body, how very stiff and sore it was. My ass felt as if it had been beaten and in a way, I thought, it had.
My head wasn't at all in any good order as I sat at the table and let Cranston fix us some sandwiches. I made no comment as he ran a monologue on how good cheese was and other silly things. I only wanted to eat and then go take a shower. The sand was sticky all over my body and my swim suit was wet, although neither of us had even gone into the water. When he placed my plate in front of me, I quickly ate everything on it, not tasting it and barely chewing it.
"See you later, Cranston, I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, I'll come up to your room to see how you feel."
He seemed to take it for granted that I wanted him to come to my room and that I was feeling badly. Well, he was right. I did feel like shit, for no real reason that I could think of. And I probably would want him to come up to my room.
My shower was hot and refreshing and it did succeed in putting me in a mellow mood. I tied my long hair up and put it on top of my head, letting a few loose tendrils dangle from the sides. Very sexy, I thought, looking the mirror. I tied my white silk robe, a graduation present from a school friend, around my powdered body, and sprayed some cologne on. I felt as sexy as I knew I looked. I picked up the intercom box and buzzed Cranston. He wasn't in the kitchen, or in his room. I tried the living room and den, still no answer to my buzz. Oh, shit, did he leave? I looked out the window and his car was gone. Damn! Just when I was all ready for him.
Then I spotted a sports car coming up the drive way and I saw Wendy and her new boyfriend. She was leaning over the car kissing him goodbye. I could see the flash of her curvy thighs as she bent over to reach him, her black hair was shining in the sunlight and she looked dazzling in an all white outfit that really set off her dark, good looks. I was jealous that she had a boyfriend, the bad thing was I couldn't figure out if I wanted her or a boyfriend that I could be seen with, not Cranston. Wendy stood talking to her boyfriend for a few minutes more, then I watched her run up to the house, a real bounce in her step, the kind you only see in movies, usually. I wanted Wendy to be my friend, but I had a feeling that she harbored some guilt feelings about that night she had spent with me and was afraid to be with me again. Well, I would go talk to her and make her see that I wasn't interested in anything like that with her.
I heard Wendy come up the stairs and go into her bedroom. I opened my door quietly and walked down the hall. Her door was open and I saw her before she saw me. She was standing by her closet, taking off her dress and struggling with the zipper.
"You need some help?" I asked, using my most pert voice.
"Oh, Camille! You scared me, I didn't know anyone was here-sure, this zipper is always a pain in the ass."
I walked over and unzipped her, quickly, so that she wouldn't think I was trying anything with her. I did, however, manage to see that she was wearing red underwear and no bra. But she carefully turned her back to me as she slipped her robe on-she wasn't going to give me anything to see.
"What have you been doing lately?"
"Oh, I went to the beach today, can't you see that my nose is a nice beet red? Cranston took me."
"You mean daddy?!?" She shrieked, turning to stare at me, her brown eyes wide with disbelief. "Yes, your daddy, my uncle, Cranston, whatever you want to call him. Why is that so strange?"
'Well, I don't know ... he never took me to the beach, I thought he hated it."
"But you have a nice boyfriend to take you to the beach," I pointed out to her, my own eyes widened as she began to polish her toe nails, one leg up on the stool, her red panties displayed carelessly.
"Yeah, forget it, it just seemed strange, that's all. Maybe I can get you a date with one of Ron's friends, that way you won't have to spend your time with daddy. He must be very boring."
"Actually, Cranston is not boring at all, I rather like his company. At least he takes the time to make sure I have something to do."
"Bitch," she said fondly, I thought, "I've been meaning to do something with you, but, well, you know how it is-Ron's terrific, he really is, you'll have to meet him, but you have to promise not to try and take him away from me." She winked at me and turned her eyes back to her toe nails, which she was painting a bright, sexy red.
"Are you very serious about him? I mean, is he the only guy you're seeing?"
"Oh, yes-I wouldn't dream of going out with anyone else. I think he might give me his fraternity pin, but don't tell Clara, if you see her, because I don't want anyone to know yet, you know?"
"Sure." I said calmly, as if I really knew what she was talking about. Oh, I knew all about fraternities and pins, but I had never been out with a fraternity guy and wasn't at all knowledgeable about the proper course of. such things. "Why don't you get me a date for this weekend?"
"I'll ask Ron. The big trouble is that since it's summer, most of the good-looking guys are all away. Things will really pick up when September rolls around. Aren't you excited about starting to college?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I murmured, trying not to let on that the very thought of college terrified me. I had never been to school with guys before and wasn't all that happy about the idea.
"Well, I'd love to talk more, but I have to shower and do some work in my lesson plans-Ron's picking me up in an hour or so, you under-stand, don't you? I don't want you to think I've been avoiding you, Camille, but I've just been so damn busy this summer, what with teaching and all."
"Sure, I understand. Have a good time tonight"
I faked nonchalance as I left her, closing the door behind me., I was terribly jealous of her activities, but there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe Cranston would be back soon. He had told me earlier that auntie had a meeting tonight, so it would only be the two of us-maybe we could go to a movie or something.
When I got back to my bedroom, Cranston was lying on my bed, clad in fresh trousers and a silky shirt that he had opened to his waist. In front of him on the bed was a big package tied in pink ribbon with a huge bow on top.
"Close the door, sweetie."
I did as he said and gave him a big smile! I loved surprises-I couldn't wait to open it.
"Oh, Cranston, for me? What is it?"
"Come open it, but don't make so much noise, I'd hate for Wendy to come in on us."
"She won't. She's getting ready for a date," I assured him as I broke into the package. Inside were three little boxes-I opened the first one and was delighted to find a very sheer, very black, sexy nightgown-it was open down the front with only a little bow at the top!
"Oh, Cranston, it's terrific! So-o-o sexy!"
"Yeah, you'll have to model it for me."
The next package contained a pair of black high-heel shoes, the heels very high and slim. Also inside the package was a pair of silk stockings, also black. I gave Cranston a big sloppy kiss and rushed on to the next package. I was so excited!
It contained a very long, very feathery, black boa. Underneath that was a black, with red bows, garter belt and a funny looking bra. It had holes cut out where the nipples would be! I was wildly ecstatic with my new things. I threw my arms around Cranston for a big, thankful hug, truly happy that I had him to buy things for me, to cheer me up in this way. If this would be the result of every little argument we had, I'd have to manage to argue more!
"Oh, Cranston, you're a darling, a real darling! I can't wait to try everything on, they're so wild, and so seductive, I think."
"What do you mean, you think?" He laughed, and pulled me completely on top of him so that my breasts fell out of my robe and onto his hairy chest. My nipples immediately grew erect at the touch of his cool skin. His hands came inside my robe and he began to massage my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"I can't get enough of you," he said, "just when I think I have to stop this business, I get a look at you, and I go crazy-I love your hair like that, it's very provocative, very." He was leaning back from me, looking critically at my hair, the desire obvious in his eyes. "Go put on something, I don't care what." , I smiled at him, wetting my lips .with my tongue to tease him, and then lightly touching the bulge in his pants and running my finger down his leg as I picked up two of the packages and went into my bathroom.
I quickly put on the bra, letting my tight red nipples stick out profusely as I fastened the clasp. I looked in the mirror-my breasts stood out very high and very proud, the two nipples the perfect touch to the black satin of the bra. I put the garter belt on next, pleased that it fit perfectly and was snug around my hips. The silk stockings came next and I laughed out loud as I noticed that they had seams! How very quaint, I thought, just like my grandmother, only not as functional as hers had been. They felt cool and oh, so sexy as I pulled them up my long, slender legs. I fastened them to the garters and turned in front of the bathroom mirror, enraptured with the sight of myself. The black made my legs look even longer and sleeker than before, and the shoes, they were sensational! Turning to the side, I noticed the delicious curve of my calf and the roundness of my ass as it curved out from the garter belt. My breasts reminded me of Super Woman, they looked twice as big as normally, what with the bra pushing them up high. For the final touch, I donned the feather boa and wrapped it loosely around my shoulders. I posed sexily in front of the mirror-I could have been a smash on the stage, I decided.
I opened the bathroom door a crack and slid one leg out, holding it up as high as I could to give Cranston a peek. He applauded softly and was whispering, 'more, more' as I came out of the door completely, turning slowly on my heels and swinging the boa around my head in flighty motions. I forgot Cranston lying in front of me as I went into my own world, where I was the star, the queen, the ultimate teaser of men and women. Yes, and women-why not both? I smiled at my thought and continued to strut around the room, slowly, but with a definite purpose in mind. The pulsations in my head were leading me as I moved to a chair and straddled it, one leg on either side of the seat. I lowered my body to the seat and slowly, very seductively, I came up and went down. The movements of my hips were getting a little faster as I imagined the crowd in front of me shouting and whistling as I lifted one leg high above the back of the chair and turned my back to Cranston. Then I bent down to the floor and grasped my ankles with my hands, slowly sliding them up my legs until I reached my pussy, bare and throbbing. I turned around and he had his arms open to receive me. I pouted, slung the feather boa at him teasingly, and continued to walk around the bed, swinging my hips.
Cranston was getting really hot, I could tell. He was watching my every movement, his breath coming hot and fast as I got closer to him. The minute I was within his reach, he grabbed for me and pulled me onto the bed. I let him and fell down beside him, my body squirming and my lips parted. "Do it to me, baby, do it," I said huskily, using the words of a song I remembered from school. His hands found my nipples and he squeezed them roughly before planting his mouth on my throat. He sucked hard into my skin and moved his mouth down to one of my nipples, biting it hard and crying softly to himself. He was like a madman, I thought, and this threw me into a siege of passion. I ripped off his shirt and struggled with his pants, only to find that he had already unzipped them and was holding his body up off the bed for me to pull them off completely. The sight of his naked body drove me wild and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I knew that this time we would waste little time on fore-play, I only wanted him inside of me-and fast!
I used all my strength to push Cranston back on the bed, his hard cock standing high out from his body. I cupped my hands around his cock, loving the feel of the hot flesh and drew my mouth down to suck on the bulging head of his cock. He was trying hard to turn me over as he continued to maul and pull at my nipples with his fingers, but I held him down. Finally, I took my mouth away from his cock and moved up on top of him so that my pussy was directly over his face. His tongue came out of his mouth and he pushed it into my slithery cunt lips, spreading them with his hands and kneading them until I let out an involuntary scream. He shushed me and I remembered Wendy in her room-what would she think of this? I gave a bitter snort as he went into my vagina with his hand and his lips and tongue crushed down on my clitoris.
I could take no more of this I moved my body off his face and gracefully slid onto his cock. I was riding him high, he was my horse, my fantasy as I sat astride him, raising my hips to tantalize him. I let only the head of his surging cock inside of me as I went around in circles with my hips, pulling wide my cunt lips with my fingers to give him view of my own lusciousness.
"Go down, Camille, go down on me all the way, now, now!" Cranston cried to me, lifting his hips up to make his cock go in further and further until I felt him inside of me to the very end! I went up and down on his cock, using my hips as the perfect leverage for my movements. I felt as if this were a dream, every part of my body was welcoming the rushes of the contractions, I moved faster, harder, faster, harder, I couldn't stop my body from moving-
"I'm coming, oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I screamed out in the room, I didn't care about anything just then except that my body was giving me this raging pain and pleasure! I was atop the orgasm and I let it race through my body bringing shivers and spasms as I felt Cranston's hot semen entering my vagina and bursting inside of me.
"What the hell is going-"
I turned around to the door and saw Wendy standing in the door, her face white and her mouth open!
She didn't say another word, but ran from the room, her shrieks loud and tormenting to my ears. Cranston hastily got up from the bed and threw his clothes on, and he was gone from my room before I had a chance to say anything. He slammed my door and I heard him running down to Wendy's room, pounding on her door, begging her to let him in, to let him explain. How would he do that, I wondered, and then began to cry. Wendy would never ever be my friend now-I had lost all hope for our relationship. I heard Wendy's door open and then slam. All was silent. She must have let him in-what was he telling her?
CHAPTER FOUR
I was sitting at my desk trying to write a letter to an old school friend, but it was difficult. My mind was only on Wendy and Cranston and me. I had not seen Cranston since last night's fiasco, and obviously, Wendy had not been in to see me. I had had dinner alone and then had come back to my room, which I now regarded as my prison. What had happened to my carefree days? I stared down at the paper that was clean--I couldn't very well say to my friend that I had committed incest in front of my cousin with her father, or that I had become a lesbian, or a slut. I still didn't completely hate myself. I thought that things would work out, somehow. Only another i month and a half before I would be leaving for my dorm room-maybe then things would be better.
"Camille, are you in there?" I heard Cranston at my door. I went to open the door, but he wouldn't come in; he stood in the hall, looking very sheepish and as if he had not slept well.
"Come on down and have some breakfast with me. Everyone else has gone for the day, it'll be alright."
"Sure." I followed him downstairs, and instinctively, tightened the belt on my robe. I was hungry, it was almost time for lunch. Mainly, I wanted to find out what he had told Wendy about us.
I sat silently and watched him prepare the eggs and sausage. He looked vaguely uncomfortable, and I suspected that he would have preferred me to be in day clothes, instead of my silky robe. But he didn't say anything to me, and I didn't ask. I had learned to wait.
We ate quickly, each aware of the other, but not too sure how to react to each other. I settled back after I had finished and pulled one of his cigarettes out and lit it. I had only smoked several times before, but I managed it without coughing; in fact, I liked the taste.
"Well, Cranston, I've had enough of the silent treatment. What did you tell Wendy?"
"Well, uh, it's a very touchy situation, you do understand that, don't you?"
I nodded. "But you haven't answered my question."
"I told Wendy that I loved you and that you love me. What we will do from this point on-I really don't know."
"You what!" I was shocked, that was the last thing I wanted him to tell Wendy-I didn't love him!
"Why do you look so damn surprised? You can't play the dumb school girl with me. I told her the truth, and I just hope that she will understand. She's very confused right now, but I think she will accept it-eventually. I got her to promise that she wouldn't tell her mother. That might look bad for the divorce case, you know."
"Cranston, are you crazy? I don't want you to leave auntie for me! Why should you? You have her money this way and never have to be with her, except occasionally. You have the perfect setup, if you ask me. And I'm going to school in September, I can't marry anyone-I don't want to marry anyone!"
"I didn't say anything about marriage, so calm down. But I can't continue to see you in my own house. It's too risky-and the only way I can get out is by divorce. Camille, I want you with me. We can live together and you can go to school, that won't be changed."
"Cranston, you're the one that's always talking about love, not me. Sure, I care about you, but I don't love you the way you say you love me. We've had some fun, some sex, that's all-no big commitment. Wendy is doing the same thing with that boyfriend of hers, and so is every other person, almost, we don't have to make some big commitment to each other-that's crazy, really."
"I'm not going to give up. I love you, and I think you love me, too, you're just afraid to admit it. But that doesn't bother me-we'll manage somehow until you start to college and then I'll get an apartment."
"Looks like you have everything all figured out; it must have taken you all night to lay your plans."
"Sarcasm doesn't become you, my dear. I know you're upset by all that happened, so I will be patient and understanding."
"Like a damn dog."
"Camille, please, don't say things you don't mean."
"Don't mean! Who are you kidding? You think you know how I feel about everything just because we've fucked a couple of times? Well, let me tell you, you don't! I'm going upstairs and I don't want to see you, that's how I feel, do you understand that? For an old man, you're pretty dumb."
Cranston looked crushed at the cruelty of my words, but I didn't care, I wanted to get away from him, he was a disgusting, boring old man. And he had ruined things for me and Wendy. That crummy bastard! I ran upstairs and locked my door, slumping down on the floor, my head in my arms.
It was all so confusing-so unfair that this should happen to me. I didn't know how to cope with it, how to get everything to work out the way I wanted it to. Yesterday at the beach things had been nice between us and I thought Cranston was my friend, but now, all this bullshit! I didn't understand myself, either. Sometimes I desperately wanted Cranston, and at other times, I hated him. It was the same way with Wendy and Audrey and even Clara. I was so mixed up-how could I want to have sex with everyone I knew? That was ridiculous; normal people didn't want to do the things I wanted to do. I remembered the night Clara had picked me up after I left Audrey's, how terrific she looked and that in the middle of all my confusion, all I could think about was her large, upturned breasts straining under her tight T-shirt. It has been disappointing when nothing had happened between us; she was probably like Wendy, only interested in men. She had posed for Cranston, I wondered if he had ever fucked her....
"Camille, telephone!" I heard auntie call from the hallway. I was still half-asleep from my nap that had been filled with dreams of Wendy and Clara, all of us mixed together in one giant bed. Crazy!
"Hello," I said into the yellow princess phone that stood all alone on the little table in the hallway.
"Hi, Camille, it's Greg. How do you feel about coming over tonight to help me out? I'm having a party, sort of, an old friend is going to Europe, and I need a female to help even things out. It might be fun."
"Oh, Greg! That sounds great, I don't have anything to do here and it's boring, you know. Uh, will Audrey be there?"
"Probably, I asked her. Why?"
"Oh, no reason, I just never got a chance to thank her for taking me home that night I got a little too drunk."
"Well, she should be here. I'll pick you up around seven and you can help me set things up, okay?"
"Great." I hung up, more excited than I had been all week-a chance to see Audrey again! I couldn't wait to see how she would react to me. Also, I realized, I was more than curious, I was anxious to see if she would attempt to have sex with me again. I wanted her.
I dressed carefully, wearing a new long dress that had a sexy slit up the side. I put on my black stockings and garter belt under the dress and pinned the slit so that the garter wouldn't show. I also wore my new bra under the dress, pleased that you could see the outline of my nipples through the soft material of the dress. The dress was solid green, with a low, round neckline that went well with my reddish blonde hair. I tied it in a pony tail on one side of my head so that a single, full strand hung around one side of my neck and down on my rising breasts. Very sexy!
Greg was prompt and I managed to get out of the house without seeing Cranston or Wendy, although I felt sure Cranston was watching us from one of the windows. Greg was nicer to me than before and we struck up a conversation on the virtues of small cars, a favorite topic of his.
"By the way, Camille, I have a favor to ask of you.
"Yes?"
"Sometime next week, I was thinking, that is, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to use you for a model. It wouldn't have to be nude, or anything like that."
"Oh, Greg, I'd love to, and if you like, I'd do it nude, it might be fun."
'Well see, I'll let you know when I'm ready. It was all Audrey's idea, she suggested that you would be great, and well, I trust her judgment."
I beamed at him and my head became lighter. Things were looking up, I had to keep away from that house and things would all work out. Greg was so cute, I thought, looking at him as we got out of the car. I wondered if he would look like Cranston when he was older.
Oh, well, I followed Greg inside and helped him set things out on the table and arrange the little bowls full of nuts and sweets. It was so cozy in this room, I would like to have a place like this of my very own. Before I could finish opening all the containers of food, people began to pour into the large room, making it seem very small and closed in. I recognized Greg's friend George and no one else. It was an odd mixture of people. I talked to a very unattractive girl for a few minutes about Greg's great artistic talent and then I had to excuse myself. If I didn't get some air, I was going to die.
It was cool outside, the wind blowing slightly. I sat down on a bench near Greg's apartment and watched the people moving inside the apartment. I could hear the music blaring and began to tap my foot, humming a little to the beat.
"Hello, Camille."
I turned around to see Audrey, a different Audrey from the one I remembered. She had either dyed her hair or was wearing a wig because her hair was pale blonde, not unlike Clara's. She was dressed in solid black clothes, very tight jeans and a shirt, with a black shawl around her shoulders. Her eyes were heavily made up with iridescent green eye shadow and she looked ravishing, her eyes sparkling vividly as she stared down at me.
"Hi, Audrey. Long time, no see," I managed to get out flippantly. "Yes, well, uh, that was an unfortunate situation for both of us." She said coolly and sat down beside me. "The woman I live with, Meredith, can be hostile sometimes, she doesn't understand that she isn't my master. We have our differences, but most of the time we do get along quite well. How are you doing?"
"Oh, fine, I suppose, very bored. I wish college would start soon. I might take an art course under you," I said coyly, giving her a long look from under my eyelashes.
"That would be nice. I suppose we should go in and have something to drink. Want to come with me?" I
"Sure, you're the leader," I said with a flash of my teeth. We walked into the room, not unaware of the stares we encountered. We were both stunning looking and many of the men cast wistful eyes at me and I felt sure, Audrey, too. She had such a bohemian charm about her that many of the young men must have desired her attentions. I knew Greg almost worshipped her. I followed her over to the bar that Greg had set up, stopping briefly to say hello to George. I bent over low to shake his hand and give him a welcome view of my cleavage. I loved to tease men and women, too. I thought maybe that was my calling in life, to be a supreme tease. Hah! Wouldn't Mother Superior be shocked if she knew my thoughts-I was her very own dear, sweet, little Camille. Well, no longer--never again.
Audrey handed me a drink and whispered into my ear, "mingle for a while and then we can slip away for a few minutes.
I obeyed her order and was very pleasant to the people I talked to, despite the fact that most of them bored me, and none of them compared to the radiance of Audrey. I constantly let my eyes find her in the crowded room and once our eyes met for a long pause. I ran my tongue across my lips and returned her gaze, certain that she wanted me badly. Her own lips were poised slightly open as she gave me another quick glance before turning to talk with someone else. I went for another drink, to calm my waiting body. I was already getting hot for her, my pussy moistening as I thought of her breasts next to mine.
"Have some more wine, Camille," Greg said as he handed me a full glass. "Having fun?"
"Yeah, it's great. Don't forget to call me next week, I really want to model for you."
"I won't. Have I told you that you were a real knockout tonight?"
"No, but I suspect you're getting a little high."
"So what if I am?"
"No sweat off my back, it's your party. And by the way, you don't have to worry about taking me home tonight, Audrey has offered."
"Yeah ... you're not getting mixed up with her, are you? I mean, she's the most wonderful person I know, but sometimes she can sort of get too involved with people, if you know what I mean."
"Don't worry-I'm not concerned."
Just then Audrey came over to us and I watched as she kissed Greg on the cheek, pulling him over to her. She whispered something in his ear, and I was jealous that I couldn't hear what it was. But then she turned to look at me and I wondered if Greg could see the desire that was burning in our eyes as we looked at each other. Audrey picked up another drink and toasted the success of Greg's party. My hand was shaking as I reached out to clink my glass with hers and Greg's. Fortunately, Greg was too high to notice, but Audrey did. She gave me a little wink and leaned over to whisper, "Be patient." I had to hand it to her, she was a much better tease than I was, but I was learning fast. I lifted my eyebrows at her and shook my head before turning to go to the bathroom.
My exit was probably not as dignified as I would have liked, the room being so crowded, but I knew that Audrey's eyes had followed me. I opened the door to the bathroom and was glad to see that it was an old-fashioned, very large bathroom, with a huge tub in one comer. I pulled the lid of the toilet seat down and then sat down myself. I would wait for a few minutes to see if Audrey dared to follow me in. It was so crowded no one would notice our absence, but I didn't know if she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her. I no longer cared if I became a lesbian or not; maybe Cranston was right, maybe I was bisexual and there was nothing wrong with that. I eased my guilt away as I tentatively placed my hand up my dress. I wasn't wearing any panties and my curly pubic hairs-were moist from the heat and from my increasing desire. My cunt lips were already beginning to swell with passion as I felt them, they were hot and sticky wet. I pushed a finger into my receptive vagina and slid it around, my mouth watering to taste Audrey's delicious juices. God, I had to have her-there was something about that woman that just drove me crazy for her. I felt the same way as I had last time, only more desperate for her. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it, savoring the tanginess and dying to eat her.
"Camille, are you in there?" I heard Audrey at the door of the bathroom! I rushed to the door and opened it to let her in, locking it behind her. Then I placed my wet finger in her mouth and she sucked gently on it, her eyes wandering over my body. I felt the electricity between us as she took my finger and placed it on her breast. My hand spread to cover her full breast, moving, across to the other breasts and getting wild with excitement as I felt her heart pounding underneath the cloth.
"We won't have much time, but we can try," she breathed into my ear, her hands stroking my neck and her mouth licking the outline of my ear. I was going limp and I pulled us both down onto the floor, but she resisted and turned to the bathtub.
"Let's get in here, it'll be better," she said to me, her hands tugging at my dress. I lifted my arms and let her pull it off to reveal my black underwear to her.
"Oh, holy shit! You're magnificent, simply exquisite ... she panted as she stared at my protruding nipples from the black bra, her eyes falling to look at the garter belt that was holding the black stockings up. I stood still and let her feast on my body. I loved the feeling of power I had as she literally fell on her feet and began to lick my thighs from the inside with her sinewy tongue.
"No Audrey, it's your turn, let me undress you," I told her and pulled her up. I pulled the shirt off and marveled at her breasts, the twin pears falling beautifully, the two coral nipples erect and standing out vividly. I unzipped her jeans and tugged them down. She, too, was wearing no underwear and I gasped with surprise as I saw that she had shaven off all of her pubic hairs; her skin was like a child's, the cunt lips barely visible from where I was standing. She giggled like an adolescent as she finished removing the jeans and then her shoes.
"You like mama's new pussy?" she purred, spreading her legs across the tub and giving me a lovely view of her pussy as she sat down in the tub.
"Oh, yes, yes," I cried, and hurried down to place my mouth between her legs. She held herself up for me reach her easily and I ran my tongue all over her smooth skin, sucking at the cunt lips as I reached them. I couldn't believe that she was so soft and free of any hair at all-how marvelous she was, how divine! My entire mouth sucked her pussy, pulling the juices out from their nest and tenderly biting her hard clitoris. I found myself dripping wet as I eagerly pushed my tongue into her vagina, swallowing the juices with a mad passion as my hands pulled her apart, farther and deeper. She was moaning quietly, twisting her body to and fro as I sucked and sucked on her pussy, my head buried between her legs, my nose and cheeks wet against her warmness and sweetness.
"Oh, Camille, let me reach you, I'll die if I can't touch you, lean back, please," Audrey was saying to me, but I wouldn't let her go I couldn't release her from my clinging mouth. I desired her entire pussy to be eaten up in my mouth. Audrey was straining to reach my breasts, pulling at my hair to let her reach me. At last, my mouth slackened and my orgasm rose into my mouth, emerging as a loud scream that pierced the room and brought an echo.
"Shhh, they'll hear you over the music," Audrey warned me, as she took advantage of my weakened state to take my nipples into her mouth, pulling the flesh of my breasts together so that they both would reach her wide mouth. I gave in to her and collapsed against the bathtub, weak from my orgasm and shaking violently as she sucked hard on my nipples.
"Audrey, don't leave me, please don't leave me!"
"Oh, baby I won't, I couldn't," she cried and took my mouth in her mouth, our tongues a massive force against each other as we both sought to envelope the other. I ran my tongue across her lips, pulling the flesh of the lip into my mouth to suck, maul and bite, all at once, my arms pulling her body into mine. I felt her breasts as they crushed into mine and I shivered again, harder, weak in her arms and my tongue still moving rapidly in her mouth. Her own tongue was clawing in my mouth, sucking my very life into hers as we bore into each other.
I couldn't bear the thought of being without her. As if somehow I could communicate this to her without words, I stroked her savagely, pulling her deeper and deeper into my mouth until I thought I would suffocate.
"Who's in there? I've got to use the john!"
We both stopped and looked at the door, we couldn't leave now. Audrey got up from my hot and sweating body and went to the door. To my complete horror she unlocked it and pulled a towel around her chest. I couldn't see who was there, for she only opened the door a crack and I heard her.
"Please, go next door, or someplace," she whispered weakly, "I'm having a bit of an upset stomach, too much to drink, I think and I need to be in here. You do understand, don't you?"
I heard someone reply of course, they were sorry and then leave. I giggled at her performance and she put a finger on her lips to silence me.
"We must be quiet, this will give us a little more time."
I nodded, happy not to have to end this. She came back to me and surprised me by turning the water on in the bathtub. I watched in amazement as she put the stopper in and then climbed in. Her eyes were twinkling and dark as she reached for me, holding me in her arms. The warm water felt good as it was rising against our hot bodies, it was almost to my knees and I loved the sensation ... I had to have more of her, not just for tonight and now, but always.
I turned around to face her in the tub, sitting like an Indian. She lifted my knees and held my legs up against the back of the tub. Then she moved her fingers to my pussy. I felt her finger enter and I leaned back to let her do anything to me-I was enraptured with her, completely under her spell. She was spreading my aching cunt lips and putting in three or four of her fingers, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that it felt wonderfully good, sending me to another climax as her fingers worked their way around my tight vagina, loosening as she moved her hand inside of me.
"Damn, damn, don't ever stop, please, I'm begging you Audrey, I can't live without this...."
She didn't say anything, but only shoved her hand further inside of me, causing me to burst with passionate shakes as her mouth came to my swollen nipple and she sucked hard on it, pulling it out and deeper into her mouth. The water had reached her head and I reached back to turn it off, it was rocking wildly as we moved faster in the water. I ran my hands over her shoulders, trying to reach down to her ass, but I couldn't in this position. I dug my nails into her back as she bit my nipple hard, my orgasm was rising and I knew she was coming, too, as she retched back from me, her hand moving feverishly inside of me and her mouth open and panting. I reached for her face and put my hand inside of her pussy, the water splashing out from the tub as we rocked back and forth, back and forth. Our tongues ran all over each other's faces and for a moment her hand left my cunt as she undid my bra, I had forgotten all about it! She threw the wet bra on the floor and cupped my breasts in her hands, pulling them around in large circles, my hand clawing her pussy, edging its way into her cavity.
I came with a loud moan and she, too, fell back and began to pant loudly. I looked down at my wet garter belt and stockings, no matter I thought, as I treasured the moment. Audrey's hair was partially wet and she looked lovely, sprawled before me, her body all shiny under the water. I reached to pull the stopper from the tub and then to turn on the shower. We both stood up and let the warm rush over us as we held each other, afraid to speak for fear it might ruin this union between us. Audrey reached behind her for the soap and began to bathe my body, after first pulling off the wet undergarments still clinging to my body. I didn't even care if they were ruined, all I wanted was Audrey. With tender care, she ran her soapy hands all over my body, massaging as she did so. I took the bar of soap and lathered my hands carefully, then began to rub Audrey's lovely breasts with much gentleness. I let my hands slide down her curvy side to caress her hips before turning her around to bathe her back, its gentle slope to her buttocks sent me into a wave of passion.
"I love you, Audrey," I whispered into her ear, my voice shaking as I made my declaration. I felt nothing but love and a craving desire for her as I ran my fingers down her ass crack, pulling the fleshy cheeks apart carefully. I eased a soapy finger into her anus and moved it around ever so gently. She was bracing herself against the shower wall as her body began to tremble under my touch. Her tight little anus was exciting to me as I fucked her with my finger, weaving in and in at a speed that was driving her crazy! I listened to her loud, long moan as I watched her body begin to wilt to the floor of the tub, her orgasm complete.
"Camille, turn the water off dear, we've had enough, I think," she told me weakly, her face a bright blooming red from the energy expended.
I obeyed her and sat down to look at her, my mouth watering still from the mere sight of her nude body before me. Her splendid long legs were bent in front of her breasts and I reached over to rub my hands on her wet legs.
"Audrey, let's not wait until Greg has another party to see each other again. I couldn't stand it."
"Oh, my little darling ... come put your head in my lap," she murmured affectionately and put her legs down to enable me to come closer. I rested my head on her cushiony breasts and toyed with one nipple, using my tongue as if it were a snake. I wasn't too comfortable on the bathtub floor and wanted to be in bed with her, all soft and warm, her arms cradled around me. I wanted to sleep with her, desperately.
"Could we spend the night together some place?"
"As much as I would love to, I'm afraid that would be impossible. The only way Meredith agrees to my little 'outside visits' is if I return home at night."
"Does she own you or something?"
"Of course not, dear. It's just that, well, we have an understanding-and I do care for her. I doubt if I could five without her."
"Oh." I felt rejected, as if Audrey was just using me for a little fun, and then turning me away. It wasn't fair! I sat back from her and began to dry myself with a towel. She merely sat there, not even staring at me. I bundled my under things Up and put them in my purse, slipping the dress on hurriedly. My hair was still very damp, but I didn't care at all. I ran a comb through it and left the bathroom. I didn't want to give myself time to think-I only wanted to get away from her.
There were only a few people left in the room, most of them looked bombed out of their mind. No one paid me any attention as I walked through the room and out the door. I found my bench and sat down, shaking from the cool air and utterly miserable. I loved her, why was it happening this way? Didn't she care at all about me? I opened my purse and pulled out a soggy pack of cigarettes that I had taken from Cranston, only to discover at the point of tears that the matches were too wet to use.
"Camille, you cannot run out on me like that. I will hot tolerate such immature behavior-especially if we are to mean anything to each other."
I looked up at Audrey, her words commanding me to do so. She wore a look that I remembered in my mother-one that dared me not to obey. I didn't say anything to her, but got up to go back inside for some matches.
Audrey grabbed my arm roughly and demanded of me, "Where do you think you're going? I'm talking to you!"
"For some matches. Mine are wet," I managed to get out weakly and my voice was trembling. She really frightened me-her eyes glaring into mine.
"I have some, sit down and I'll light your cigarette. I wasn't aware that you smoked."
She handed me a match, then snatched it back and struck it on her case. Her hands were shaking as she held the match to my cigarette. I inhaled in one long drag and let the smoke calmly flow from the pursed Lips. I glanced at her, but she was staring at the ground, her hands folded in her lap. Her heavy eye make-up had lost some of the brilliance and was running down her face in black streaks, I couldn't tell if it were from tears or the aftermath of our shower. It made me feel sorry for her, she obviously had problems with Meredith and now, I was being a real bitch to her.
"Audrey, I'm sorry. I just want you so much that I hate to think of you with her. Can't you understand that? Would you care if I were living with someone else?"
"But you aren't living with someone else. I'm not asking for much, Camille, just your understanding of my situation. I do care about you, and maybe, in time, we can do something permanent about it. How do I know if you really mean what you tell me? What do you know about love?" She spat the last words out at me, and I cursed her under my breath. How dare her!
"Of course I know about love, I think I love you, what more can I say? I want to be with you more than this."
"We will work out something. Once school starts again I will be able to get away more easily. You can be patient until then."
Her words were not a question, but a command. It didn't occur to me at that time to question them, her presence had put me completely in her power. I would do anything for her, if she asked.
"Let's go say good-bye and I'll drive you home."
I followed her into the apartment, saddened at the prospect of the lonely house. The last person I wanted to see was Cranston. Our good-byes were short and Greg promised to call me later in the week. He gave me a sloppy lass on the mouth as he hugged me and I returned the kiss as best I could. I wasn't interested in Greg.
We both got into her car quickly and she rammed the accelerator to the floor as we drove away. I wanted to touch her-to be closer, but I was afraid to make the first move. The spell of earlier in the evening had been broken and I couldn't figure out how or why it had all-ended. My body still craved more of her kisses, her touches, but I sat rigid on the seat
"Camille, move a little closer to me-I won't bite."
"I wish you would." I edged closer to her and let her put her hand on my thigh. She pinched me gently, with a low throaty laugh. I looked at her profile and laughed back. She was perfect! How could I be mad at her?
"Audrey, must you take me straight home? Couldn't we go somewhere else first-and not your house?"
"Well, maybe we could have a drink. I know a little quiet place not too far from here."
A little quiet place wasn't what I had in mind, but I kept quiet, happy not to have to go home so soon. I started to rub her breast with my hand as she drove, pulling her nipple with my fingers until she shuddered and began to probe my inner thigh, pulling my dress up around my legs. I hoped that this drive could last a long, long time.
CHAPTER FIVE
I sat at the desk facing the window and stared out at the morning sunlight. My mood was getting lower and lower every moment. I also was filled with tension over the situation at the house. Auntie had gone away for a couple of weeks to lecture at a seminar and Cranston was never home. The last time I had seen him was two days ago and that was a really bad scene. He had told me that I had no feelings for anyone but myself and lots of other really ugly things. I had ended the scene by locking the door to my room and going to bed that night without eating. As for Wendy, she was always busy with her boyfriend. I think she knew that I was no longer seeing Cranston, but that didn't help her feelings for me any. She usually avoided me entirely or if we happened to meet, she gave me a polite smile and maybe a hello. I spent a lot of time staring at her comings and goings with her boyfriend.
The last good time I had had was with Audrey the night of Greg's party. We had gotten so drunk and silly afterwards at some little bar, that had been a helluva good time! I imagined my pussy was still in her warm mouth, even though I hadn't seen her except once since then. And that hid been much too short, and we were unable to have sex or even touch each other. I talked to her every day, but that, too, was very frustrating to me. I simply had to find something to do until school started!
I heard the telephone ringing and went to answer it, my voice panting from running down the long hall.
"Hello, Camille, baby, it's Audrey."
"Hi, what's up?"
"Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news, so don't get too upset with me."
'What is it?" I asked, scared to listen. I had a sinking feeling inside that she was going to break our date for tomorrow night.
"I have to go away for the weekend with Meredith. It really can't be avoided, and I am sorry. I miss you so much."
"I'll bet."
"Don't be sarcastic, dear, it can't be helped."
'Wouldn't you rather be with me instead of that old hag?"
"Camille, you listen to me. I will not have you speaking of Meredith that way! Of course, I would like to be with you and well be together-soon, but not this weekend. Try to act your age."
"Try to act my age! You sound like my dead mother!"
I hung up on her and ran back to my room, I didn't want to risk seeing anyone. I heard the phone ringing and ringing but apparently no one was here to answer it. I knew it was Audrey calling me back, but I didn't care. She had no right to think she could boss me around! It just didn't make any sense at all that she would rather be with Meredith. She was ugly, and old!
I quickly realized that I had to get out of the house today. I couldn't allow myself to sit here and let the minutes drag by. I reached for the train schedule and checked the ones leaving for Boston. I would go into Boston today! Throwing on some suitable clothes and collecting my money, I left the house. I managed to get to the station just in time for the train that was there. Taking a seat by the window, I closed my eyes and let everything sink in. Audrey was no good for me, that was clear. All she did was upset me and she wasn't going to leave Meredith to be with me-any time at all. I had been rejected by her, plain and simple. Then why was I having such a hard time accepting the fact?
My looks were certainly better than Meredith's. I had full, youthful breasts; Meredith's sagged. I wasn't wrinkled at all, and she was. I had lovely strawberry blonde hair; she had gray in her hair. Crazy! What she could she do for Audrey that I couldn't do? Maybe there was something sexually that I didn't know. Maybe I was still too inexperienced for Audrey's tastes. Who knows?
I sat back in my seat and tried to get interested in the passing landscape, but it was no use. Then I decided what I would do in Boston-I would buy everything I could that had to do with sex! I ,knew there was probably a lot I didn't know, so I would learn. I would buy books and magazines, everything! That might help....
Late that evening I returned from Boston, my arms full of packages. My legs were exhausted from walking all over the city, but my mind was alert, craving to see and examine closely my purchases. I crept up to my bedroom, after first getting a beer from the refrigerator, and locked the door. The house was creepy silent and I knew that no one was home, but I locked the door anyway.
Just then the telephone rang. I didn't think it could be Audrey, but I went to answer it anyway.
"Hello, is Wendy there?"
"No, she's not. May I take a message?"
"Is this Camille? This is Clara."
"Oh, hi! How are you doing lately? I haven't seen you in weeks."
"I've been positively snowed under with work. My thesis is due at the end of the month, and I haven't even had time for a lousy date."
"Yeah, Wendy is busy, too. I'm the only one around here with nothing to do."
"Oh, really? I saw you last week in Eddie's Bar with that art teacher at school. I thought maybe she was keeping you occupied."
I thought I detected a note of sarcasm in Clara's voice. Had she noticed the two of us kissing each other in that bar? I thought surely the lights were too low to even be recognized.
"Not really, I met her at a party Greg had. She's really nice."
"So I've heard. Better be careful with her, or you'll get some reputation around campus."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Clara."
"This-that the old lady is a dyke and any girl she takes a hankering to had better watch out! I've heard plenty of stories about her and that crazy woman she lives with . . . there's always something weird going on with her. You should stay away from her."
'Well, thanks for the advice, Clara, but I don't think I need it. I can handle things myself. Besides, she didn't try anything with me."
I felt I had to defend myself against Clara's thought. I didn't want Clara to think badly of me, she was too nice to me. At the same time, I didn't especially want someone else trying to tell me what to do. Everyone had advice for poor little Camille!... and I was sick of it!
"Well, take care. Tell Wendy to give me a buzz if you see her."
"Okay. Listen, Clara, why don't you come over for a while if you're not doing anything? Maybe we could go to a movie or something?"
"I'd like to, kid, but I've got work to do. Maybe sometime next week, the pressure should be off by then. Bye."
"Good-bye." I hung up the phone slowly and walked back to my room. Shit, shit, shit! Why did I blow things with her? She must think something is going on with me and Audrey, or else she would have come over. I'll bet if Wendy had been here, she would have come.
I almost forgot about her as I spotted all my bags on the bed. I again locked the door and opened the can of beer. I first took out my carton of cigarettes-my first!. Now I wouldn't have to borrow from Cranston any more. I emptied one bag on the bed-out fell lots of magazines, the kind with pictures of naked women on the front. I felt my heart beginning to pound as I scrutinized the women. Most of the women weren't too good-looking, but I selected the ones with the sexiest women for my attention later. The next bag was my prize-it held two goodies I One of the things was what the little old man had told me was called a dildo. It looked just like a real cock! It was pink, fleshy pink, and even had a head on it just like a cock. The veins were even there, and it was so much bigger and thicker than Cranston's cock! My next item was the most expensive-a real vibrator, also kind of shaped like a cock, only it was smooth and didn't have a head. It was battery operated and I couldn't wait to figure out how to work it! My last purchases consisted of several books, all about 'How To' do this and that, all sexual things. The one I was going to read first was How To Masturbate. I could use that tonight.
But first I had to set everything up in my room. I turned out the overhead light and turned on the small light by my bed. I pulled the curtains closed and then brought out a candle I had bought. I ht it and placed it on the long table at the end of my bed. I wanted to be able to look into the flame while I played in bed. Next I took an ash tray and my beer over to the night table. Then I took off my clothes-every single thing. My body was anxious for me to begin, and I looked briefly at myself in the mirror before going to the bed. My legs showed some tan and I approved the whiteness of my round breasts. I was ready to begin!
I propped the pillows up behind me so that I could read the instructions. I lit a cigarette and drank some beer before picking up the book on masturbation. The first page didn't make any sense to me-crazy things about how healthy it was to release one's emotions, and other dumb stuff. I didn't need that. Instead, I picked up one of the magazines.
I flipped past the pages of ads and letters and junk until I came to picture of two girls, embracing each other. My pussy began to come to life as I stared at their nude bodies, twisting around each other. I closed my eyes and saw Wendy-her round little body in mine. God, why couldn't she have let me have her that very first night? Things might be very different now if only she had ... I opened my eyes and turned the page. There were the same two girls, with a dildo like mine! One of the girls was holding it in the other one's pussy. The camera had angled in at the spread, reddened cunt lips, the little black hairs clearly visible. Wendy had black hairs, too. I remembered that. I turned to another page and saw the same two girls with another, third, girl! This girl reminded me instantly of Clara! She had the same blonde hair and long body, only Clara was by far the more beautiful. All three girls were entangled, their arms and hands reaching for the delicious parts of the body. Wouldn't it be heaven if I could do that with Wendy and Clara? I knew I was getting very wet just from the thought of such a thing. Audrey was not in my thoughts-she was no longer worthy of me! If she wanted an old woman, I wanted young girls, like me.
Excitedly, I put down the magazine where I could see it and grabbed the vibrator. I read the instructions hastily and opened the box. Thank goodness, the batteries were included! It felt very cold to my hands as I turned the switch on, delighted at the tingling sensation it gave my hand! The low buzz was even arousing as I turned it off to ready myself for its entry.
I let my vision blur as I stared at the magazine, my hands trembling slightly as I ran them lightly over my body. My skin was warm and smooth as I touched my breasts that rose in front of me like two sandy hills, their peaks topped not by snow but by my coral nipples. I went around in slow, easy circles, tracing the outline of my breasts very carefully, the soft flesh melting into my fingertips. I hadn't even touched my nipples and already they were transforming into little twin towers. I touched them cautiously as if they might explode into my face. Taking each nipple between my fingers, I pulled them out from the flesh and twisted them around and around. My hips were undulating on the bed, led by my thoughts and the sensations that were rushing through my body, triggered by my hardened nipples.
I spread my thighs wider as I peered down at the dark triangle, smoldering from the building passion between my legs. I left one hand on my breasts, alternating it between my two mounds, and took the other one in its route down past my navel across my firm stomach to reach the triangle. My prickly, soft hairs were standing on end as I put my fingers into the bush ... I closed my eyes and saw Wendy and Clara, the both of them standing before me and watching, staring with concentrated desire in their eyes. I opened my eyes and looked again at the picture in the magazine of the three girls ... transforming them into the three of us. We were all together, naked, and watching each other as we all discovered our own pussies. I moved my finger down to my hard pleasure button, stroking the wet circle in an even movement and turning my body upwards so that I could almost see myself. I went on the dark, wet hole underneath, its walls ready to burst as I edged one finger in-savoring the completely dripping wetness of my body. I then saw Wendy beginning to eat Clara's pussy, her dark curly head buried in Clara's long, muscular thighs. Their bodies became almost one as I watched them, lost in my fantasy. I was moving faster now, unable to control my wildly gesticulating hips as they bore into the bed and off the bed. I had placed two fingers inside of me, now heartily fucking myself as I continued to imagine Wendy and Clara there with me.
I unconsciously reached for the vibrator and turned its power on. Without even breaking the steady rhythm of my body, I inserted it into my cunt lips, moving it around to tantalize every part of my body. I wanted the feeling of Wendy and Clara, together, climbing over my outstretched body and searching me. I wanted them to lick every part of me, to suck on me, my skin, my lips, everything.... The vibrator was now a huge cock, making its way into my hot, sticky vagina. I lifted my hips high into the air and took in the throbbing, wildly vibrating cock. I thrust it inside forcefully, squeezing my legs together to tighten my hold on it. I went stiff as I felt my body clench and shake with the first stirrings of my exploding orgasm. In and out, wilder and wilder, I began to push and pull it out, heaving my body towards it as I directed its course-trembling violently now and panting louder in the silent room!
Wendy and Clara were there now! They were holding the cock and putting it inside of me, their own cunts wet and sliding its wetness around on my hot thighs. I spread my own juices all over my body with the shaky tip of the vibrator. The sweet, pungent odor of my sex heat had reached my nose and I breathed in to hold this moment, to hang on to everything that I wanted. I groped with my mouth open toward the ceiling, seeing Clara's full breasts hanging in my face as I sucked them dry, pulling harder to gather them up into my mouth. I could see Clara's blonde pubic hairs shining wet and curling in front of me. My mouth was salivating madly as I imagined the taste of her juices. And then-Wendy! Her tight little cunt spread over me so that I could peer into its darkness, her tiny legs wide and open to me. She was offering herself to me as I sucked on her cunt-pulling out every inch of juice that I could!
My entire body shook violently as I slowly thrust the cock into my cunt and held it there-deep inside of me. The orgasm was pouring out from me as I beat my free hand on the bed, pounding away with my fist as I let the waves carry me away-my mind filled with the most vivid images of Wendy and Clara, there in the room with me, their climaxes blending into mine as We galloped together. Instead of stopping with first one orgasm, I pulled the cock out of me and slid it back to my anus, turning on my side to accommodate it more easily. It was dripping wet and humming as it moved, slithering between my spread fanny cheeks. I moved it up and down along the crack, rocking my body to heighten the sensations that were pounding in my ears. I saw Wendy bending over to suck my throbbing clitoris as I played with my ass, toying with it with the white cock and only barely touching the burning hole. I wanted it inside of me there, but I couldn't-not yet. I pulled my left breast with my free hand, turning the nipple every way I could as I beat myself with the vibrator. Ohhhhh ... the glorious feelings that were flowing through my body . . . the whole world should experience this....
I wanted Clara and Wendy, their light and dark bodies wet with mine, real with me, and coming with me-I couldn't stand it any longer, and I thrust the slippery white cock into my anus! My veins were popping with the intensity of my passion as I slid it inside of me, all the while holding fiercely onto my nipple. My body had turned a dark pink and I moaned aloud as I writhed and turned with the pulsations of the cock. I was going to climax-going to fly off with myself, and I threw my head back and rode with the waves that overtook me as I squirmed on the bed. The mattress under me was shaking and helping to send the cock further and further into my anus until I couldn't push it in any further.
Finally worn completely out by the convulsions of my orgasms, I lay back on the bed, still and silent. My spirited body had reached the top-and I let my breathing calm to reach a normal level. I wiped the perspiration from my brow and glanced at the open magazine, crumpled under my wet body. What an excellent idea that had been! I didn't need books to tell me how to fuck, all I needed was myself and pictures, lovely pictures of beautiful women. Oh, and I can't forget the delightful vibrator-my white cock-my very own cock. I picked it up and stared at the shiny plastic, now quiet and still.
It was then that I thought of Mother Superior and my school, my parents crowding into the picture in my mind. What would they think of me? Did they ever do what I had done? I must be normal, I reassured myself, everybody had desires, wants, mad cravings. But for some reason, I felt that maybe something was missing. I still had a hollow feeling inside of me. There must be more than this. There just had to be. What Wendy had told me might be true after all. There should be some feelings involved. Oh, I thought I loved Audrey, and I did enjoy Cranston. But I knew now that I loved neither of them. I was lustful, that was the truth. I only wanted to satisfy the cravings of my body-like some wild animal that had only just been set free. Well, I had explored some and I didn't doubt that I would continue to explore. But I wanted more-I wanted someone who would care about me the way I cared about them. I wanted to sleep with someone-the whole night long. People in love did that, they didn't sneak around in bathrooms and cars. This much I felt sure of. And I had to have the same thing. I made up my mind I would seek this, I would bury my guilt, and begin anew.
Wendy and Clara were two that I wanted. But I also knew that I wanted more than their bodies and the physical pleasures it would bring to me, I wanted to be their friends, their lovers. I must be patient, I must! I got up from the bed and put on my robe, hiding all my new possessions in a drawer and throwing the beer in the trash. I lit a cigarette and pondered my new idea. I would become chaste again, not let my wild body rule my actions. I could do it, many people did and I would join them. I would be good, like I was in school, and just wait for the right time to come, as I knew it would. I opened the door of my bedroom to go downstairs and I heard noises in the living room. Funny noises.
I quietly crept down the hall toward the steps. Those sounds seemed familiar to me-little moans and some whispered words. Knowing what I thought was down there, I noiselessly climbed down the stairs. When I reached the bottom step, I stood still, holding my breath. They were in the living room, alright, and the wide, double doors were open! I wasn't sure who was in there, but I knew it had to be Wendy or Cranston. I hoped it was Cranston, I didn't know if I could stand seeing Wendy.
I reached the doors and stuck my head around, being very careful not to be seen. It was Wendy!
And her boyfriend! They couldn't see me, their backs were to the door and the lights were low. Wendy had her blouse unbuttoned and I could see the profile of her upturned breasts. That bastard was touching them! I tried hard to control myself, to keep from bursting into the room and stopping them. My eyes were fixed on them and I couldn't move if I wanted to. They were so obviously enraptured with each other that they would never notice my bulging eyes or hear my pounding heart. Wendy's boyfriend didn't appeal tome at all-I didn't like blonde men, only blonde women. I wanted to spit on his shiny blonde hair and claw him away from Wendy. He was stroking her nipples with his fingers and kissing her mouth. I watched as they both eased down from the sofa onto the floor. Only to give me a better view!
My own cunt was still wet from masturbating and it was growing wetter as I watched them! I wanted to be a part of them, I wanted to be able to enter their sexual play and suck Wendy's sweet pussy. That creep couldn't eat her the way I could-I was too sure of that. Only a woman could know what felt the best. The two of them were provoking me, daring me to enter them. At least I imagined this. Wendy would hate me even more if she knew I was hiding there behind the doors, watching her.
He pulled her up to him and took her blouse off. I marveled at her smooth white skin, the perfect curves of her breasts and her thin arms that were wrapped around that bastard's neck. There must be feeling there-he was being all too tender and loving with her, kissing her entire chest lightly, running his tongue along her satin skin. Wendy's head was now held back, so that her long black curls fell back on her shoulders, further emphasizing the whiteness of her skin-the translucent creaminess. Her full, luscious lips were partially open, the curves forming a sexy oval shape and her red tongue flitting in and out as she let the little moans escape. I wanted her more now than I ever had, more even than that first night when she had given me a taste of her. A taste that I had not forgotten.
It was painful to watch as she stretched her body out prone on the carpeted floor. He was now taking her skirt off, carefully and with love. I could see his light eyes growing brighter as he pulled the skirt down her legs, the curves of her thighs and calves now exposed fully. She was wearing nothing under her skirt except a pair of lacy red bikini panties. My mouth watered as I stared at them wistfully. Wendy was going to give herself to him, and I couldn't hate her for it, I could only envy her, envy him the chance to do these things to her. I watched as he stood above her, taking his clothes off. His chest wasn't very hairy, and his skin was firm and young, not like Cranston's. I had never seen a young man naked, and this fascinated me. It was a demonstration of manhood to me-my mind opening to want him, too. His cock was narrow, but long and hard, standing out from his sparse hairs. The balls were tight at the root of his cock and Wendy raised her head to lick them with her long tongue. He looked down at her, his eyes half-closed as she licked his thighs, his balls and then his cock. The red cock was growing even bigger as she sucked on the head, taking it into her mouth and twirling it around. He was now moaning and I put my hand inside my robe to clench my own pulsating breasts. They were swollen from my previous attention, but they sensed my emotions as I grasped them with my hand. My eyes were beginning to water as I turned my head away for one brief moment.
When I again turned to look at them, he was pulling off Wendy's panties. Her dark mound of black hairs was curly and they were a burning bush for my eyes. Damn! How I craved her, wanted to bury my head inside of her ... I wanted to touch her every part and suck until she cried out for me to stop. But I couldn't. I had to be the silent observer. Cautious that I was intruding, I stepped back further, not wanting to risk getting caught by them.
His fair head was now between her legs and she had opened them wide to him. He held her legs up and ran his tongue down the inside of her thighs.
"Oh, God, Wendy, I love you, I love you. . .
I could hear his words clearly as he stopped his actions to stare into her eyes, her lips a sexy smile to answer him. She stuck her tongue out and ran it around the full lips. It must have driven him wild because he thrust his head back to her open legs and found her pussy. I longed to see more closely, but I couldn't. I knew she must be creaming for him, the sweet juices overflowing into his mouth. Her hips were moving with his motions and she was crying softly to him. Her husky voice was driving me crazy and I could feel my pussy burning for her, ready to open wide to receive her.
All of a sudden, he got up, his face wet from her juicy cunt. He pulled her arms up to him and he went to a big chair in the room. I watched them walk over, their asses perfectly shaped and red from the floor. I wanted to pinch Wendy's, it was so round and so very fleshy. He sat down in the chair and then Wendy then sat on top of him. Her back was to me and she was facing him. They had their arms around each other and they were kissing-their heads turning and tight together. Wendy then pulled her legs up so that she was squatting on his. lap, her pussy open over his cock. I could see his balls resting on the chair and his cock standing up to reach Wendy's cunt. Then she picked her body up high and let his cock run along her pussy.
I was dying with pain as I watched them, eager to be there, a part of them. Wendy had lowered her body enough to take his long cock into her pussy. I had the perfect view from where I was ... I could see the root of his cock as she slid up and down on it. He was moving in the chair, trying to reach deeper into her and moaning her name into her ear. I was spellbound by this scene before me. Wendy's gorgeous legs were taut and her muscles rippled as she braced herself with her arms so that she could move faster and faster on his cock. I was in a trance, a captivated trance, as I watched them. They were moving faster and faster, so fast that Wendy's body was almost a blur as she moved on him. He was straining his legs to push himself into her deeper.
"Ohh, goddamn, I'm coming, don't stop, don't stop, I'm begging you, keep moving, baby, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"
I saw his contorted face as he exploded into her, their bodies bending together in the chair, her ass flying on him, his cock thrust into her so deep that I couldn't see it at all. She must have come, too, for she finally relaxed against his legs, her body limp on him and her hair damp on her streaming wet body. He was stroking her back with his hands, his hands going down to cup her ass cheeks in his hands as he kneaded the flesh, pulling the cheeks apart so that I had a great view of her tiny little circle. Her dark hairs were scant around her ass crack as he played with her flesh and let his finger run up and down her short crack.
I saw Wendy lift her body up and then saw the white liquid pouring out from her lips. His semen was streaming onto her thigh and dropping on his legs, but they made no attempt to move. They seemed to be enjoying the feeling of it on then-legs, I could imagine how hot it must be. Then Wendy moved down from his lap and began to lick the come from his legs. His cock was now placid, lying limp across his balls, but she licked everywhere, cleaning off every trace of the juicy results of their fuck. Finally she stood in the chair, her cunt over his open mouth as he licked her pussy, swallowing with deep moans of pleasure. She was murmuring something to him but I couldn't hear her, no matter how I strained my ears.
I had never done this with Cranston, I had missed the sweetness of this. We had always just cleaned it up hastily. I wanted to do this, wanted to see how good it could feel. Maybe you had to be in love to do this, I didn't know. But I did know that I had been missing something with Cranston. Our fucking had not been like this. There were unspoken vibrations between them. There was a quality to it all. I felt more than just a little inadequate with myself as I continued to watch them. They were back on the floor again, hugging each other tightly. Suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore and I ran lightly up the stairs to my room. I felt compelled to lock the door, not that I thought Cranston would make an attempt to see me, but because I needed the security of a locked door.
The colors of my room exploded in front of me as I literally crashed onto the bed. Going back to my childhood, I got under the covers and pulled the spread over my face. Now all I needed was someone to come and lass me good-night, perhaps my mother.
I must have, dozed off from the weariness of my body and mind, because when I woke up the room and the house seemed even quieter. I knew without looking that Wendy's boyfriend was gone and she lay sleeping in her room. I wished that I could go and climb in bed with her, feel her warm soft body curled next to mine, our breasts touching. Damn! I couldn't stand having these thoughts all the time-what was wrong with me?
Why did I feel that I must have someone at all times? I toyed with the idea of masturbating again, but the idea didn't appeal to me that much. I wanted someone real, not a toy. I couldn't bear to play make-believe. I had to have the real thing.
CHAPTER SIX
I tossed the book on the floor, utterly disgusted with reading. I was tired of reading about other people's lives, I wanted to do something! I had spent the entire morning shopping for school clothes, and the whole afternoon reading this dumb book. The old me would have loved the book, taking in every detail and making it real in my mind, savoring each page and hating to finish it. But now, the new Camille couldn't stand it. I was bored, sick of just sitting around waiting while others did things. I had seen Cranston this' morning riding around in a convertible with, some girl. That hadn't helped my feelings at all. Not to mention Wendy and her ever-present boyfriend. Even Audrey had deserted me, but I wasn't too sure I wanted to see her again. Nothing could come from our relationship. It wasn't even a relationship, we were just two horny animals.
I heard Wendy coming up the stairs and I wanted to go talk to her, make her like me again, like she had at first. I needed a reason to go to her room. Maybe I could pretend I was going out and ask to borrow something to wear. She might buy that. I know! I'll ask her if she's gotten in touch with Clara. Clara had called her, so I didn't have to he.
I walked down the hall to her room and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked louder. I heard some movement inside and then footsteps. The door opened.
"Oh, hi, what do you want? I just got out of the shower?" Wendy asked, her hair wet and loosely held in a towel, her body also wrapped in a big towel and tiny drops of water falling from her.
"Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes? I know you're probably busy, but I wanted to talk and..
Wendy didn't answer me but opened the door, leaving it open and going back into her bathroom. I took a seat on the edge of her bed and waited for her to come out. Her clothes from the" day were strung about the room and I could smell the heavy scent of her bath powders and cologne. It was intoxicating to me, but I tried to concentrate on acting normal and becoming her friend. I asked her in a normal voice how things were with her boyfriend.
"Just fine, couldn't be better. Tonight we're going into Boston for a concert, that's why I'm hurrying."
"How nice." How really, super nice to have someone take you some place, and love you. Her happy voice made me desolate, determined to find some happiness for myself.
"Have you talked to Clara? She called and wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah, I saw her this afternoon. She told me some more bad news about you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
Wendy came out of the bathroom, wearing her red robe tightly around her. She looked at me and I felt sure there was pity in her eyes. I was outraged.
"Listen, Camille," she began, her voice all too sweet and talking down to me, like I was some child, "I'm not upset anymore about that business with daddy, I've known for years that he plays around on mama. I don't even blame him, she couldn't care less about him. So, I kind of understand how it must have been for you, though I hope that's all over now. But, then, today, Clara told me that you had been with that old art teacher. That is just too much!"
"Wendy! I told Clara on the phone there was nothing happening between us-we just had a drink! I met her at Greg's-your brother, you know!"
"I know, for Chrissake, but Greg has always and always will be weird! He has the creepiest friends I've ever seen, but that's not the point. The point is that I feel responsible for what you've been doing. Clara and I shouldn't have carried on in front of you and then filled your ears with our talk about sex. Sex is not the most important thing, and just because we talk about it, that doesn't mean we go out and do it all the damn time!"
I wanted to say that I had seen her and her boyfriend, but I couldn't. I was mad at her, but maybe she was right, maybe it wasn't the most : important thing. But I couldn't tell her she was right. That would be admitting that I had done something with Audrey. I didn't want Wendy to know I had fucked with Audrey. I had to protect myself.
"Wendy, I think you've got it all wrong. Nothing happened between me and Audrey! Why can't you believe me? I wouldn't lie to you!"
"I think maybe you would. I think all you care about is yourself. All you do is spend hours in that room of yours. Why don't you go out and meet some people? Get off your ass!"
"I don't know anyone! You haven't helped me to meet anyone!"
"I introduced you to Clara and she was willing to be friends with you, but she told me about that night when she found you on the street, drunk and reeking of sex. How do you explain that! Yeah, you're innocent, all right, I'm beginning to think that little act of yours was all rehearsed, even that stupid blush!"
"Wendy! You bitch, how can you say such lies?"
"Very easily, they're not lies, are they? Why don't you get out of my room so I can dress? I don't want your filthy eyes on me-I can't wait until school starts and you leave this house, you lousy little tramp!"
I reached out to slap her face, but she stepped back from me and practically threw me out of her room! I ran down the hall, the tears streaming down my face and my cries loud and urgent. Why had she lashed out at me like that? Shit, couldn't I do anything in this stinking town without everyone finding out about it? They all must have a conspiracy against me, and I thought maybe Wendy and Clara liked me, but they didn't. They thought I was a tramp. They didn't believe that I had been a virgin when I came here. Little did they know! One thing was right, and that was that it was their fault, they got me interested in sex. I should have asked Wendy about that night in my room. Yeah, she had touched me and I had touched her-that was all her doing, not mine!
The telephone rang and then I heard Wendy yelling that it was for me. God, I hoped it wasn't Audrey, how could I explain that! But what did it matter anyway, there wasn't any hope for .us, not anymore.
It was Greg, asking me to come over for a little visit. I told him I would, and went back to change. She even thought Greg was weird, that stupid cunt. She was the one that was weird, not me and not Greg. I put on my new skirt and a low cut blouse, I didn't know why. I certainly didn't expect to see Audrey there.
As soon as we had gotten in the car, Greg began to ask me questions about Audrey. It was too , much, it really was. I hushed him up on the subject and at last he let it drop. Why did everyone care so much about what I did? I had more freedom at boarding school.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, only the radio blasting. I looked at Greg. He looked different tonight. He had a little cap over his dark hair and his eyes were moody. He was very appealing to me, but I knew better than to even think about that! Greg had never tried to do anything with me sexually, there was no reason to think he would now.
His apartment was immaculate as we entered.
All the odd pieces of furniture had been moved to some place, and his easel and lights stood in one corner. There was a sofa, a new one, on one side of the room, and I went to sit on that.
"Camille, do you feel like modeling for me tonight? I confess that's why I asked you over. I thought if I brought you here, you'd be less likely to change your mind."
"Oh, silly ... I'd love to. You'll have to tell me what to do."
"Well... you don't have to take your clothes off if you don't want to, but that would be best. Or if you want, we can compromise and you can wear a drape. I have several."
"Let's try the drape first. Okay?" He nodded and went to a closet. I felt shy with him, I didn't know what would happen, but I was willing. Wendy had said he was weird, well, if he was I wanted to see just how "weird" he was.
This was the first time we had ever been this alone with each other, and I sensed he was as shy as I was. I also felt I could easily dominate him, if I wanted to. He had that part of Cranston in him. He came back with a piece of black velvet material, and handed it to me, along with several safety pins.
"You can pin it on, I don't care how-if it doesn't work, I'll rearrange it. You change in the bathroom while I set the room and lights up."
His eyes definitely were looking down at my breasts as I took it from him. I knew he wanted to see me naked. Maybe I would model nude for him, but not yet. I wanted his feelings, if they were there, to build up for me. I had to let him initiate any action. Once in the bathroom, I was immediately reminded of Audrey and our scene in here. It helped to push my desiring body further along as I took off my clothes. She was a good lover, no matter what Wendy thought or said. I hesitated about how to handle the drape, it was just a square piece of cloth. How could I make it fit my body-or maybe I wasn't even supposed to try. My recent plan to abstain from sex was fading in my memory as I stared down at my nipples, already erect and waiting, waiting to be touched.
I settled the drape problem by hooking it with a pin at one shoulder, leaving my other shoulder unclothed. Then I fastened the cloth at the side. My breasts were covered, but there was a wide expanse of my side exposed. The drape barely managed to cover my pussy and my ass. My legs were completely free of cloth. I took a deep breath, and holding my breasts out high in front of me, I went out.
The entire room was covered in newspapers! It was definitely weird! Greg had not left one single inch be bare on the floor. The newspapers were all over the place! Even the one sofa had been covered with newspaper!
"Oh, don't look so shocked. It's only the Wall Street Journals I've been collecting. I have a 'thing' for them. I think it'll add a nice touch to my painting and I wanted it to be real, you know."
"You're the artist. How do you like the way I did the drape?" I turned slowly around for him to examine me.
I could feel his eyes on my bare side and my legs.
"Very nice, but it's not as tight as I would like. I can't get the line of your body with it crumpled like that at the side."
"If you really want me to ... I'll take it off completely...."
"Would you? That'd be terrific, every artist would rather paint a nude woman than a clothed one."
Greg walked to his stool and waited while I took the pins out, still holding the drape up with my hands. I was timid now, I didn't think I was ready for his eyes on my body. Wendy's harsh words were still ringing in my ears. Maybe she had been right, as much as I hated to think that she was, I knew she was. I was becoming a tramp. And now, I was going to take everything off for Greg. She wouldn't approve of this, I was certain.
"Come on, Camille, I'm not going to bite you."
"Okay, Greg, it's just that I'm a little nervous. I've never done this before, you know."
"Lots of models have. It's easy, just pretend I'm not here."
"Do you have anything I could drink first?"
"Yeah," he grumbled, and went into the kitchen. He came out with a bottle of wine, and no glass. He pulled the cork out and handed me the bottle. I guess I was supposed to drink from the bottle-I took a big swallow of it to warm me up. It tasted good. I stood there drinking until Greg began to tap his foot on the floor, very impatiently. So, I let the drape drop to the floor. I just stood there, my legs held tightly together and my breasts cold. He openly stared at me, his eyes going all over me. I felt the same as if he were raping me, and maybe he was, with his eyes.
"Holy shit, you have a beautiful body-every man's dream ... and artist."
"Thank you." I murmured, keeping my eyes from meeting his and reaching for the bottle of wine. I was embarrassed but thrilled inwardly to hear his words. I loved praise. I always had, even when I was a little girl and used to sit on daddy's lap. He always thought I was the most perfect creature on earth, he told me so every day. My bare feet crumpled on the newspapers as I walked over to get a cigarette from Greg's pack. As I came closer to him, he sort of backed away, as if he were afraid to be too near me.
"Here, I'll light it for you," he said, taking the cigarette. His long, slender fingers were shaking as he held the lighter up to me. I could smell his after-shave lotion and it was terribly erotic. Just being in this empty room with all the newspapers gave it such an eerie cast, I loved the feeling ... I went back to the center of the room, knowing his eyes were on my ass. I even twitched it more than I normally do, just to tease him. What was wrong with me anyway? Here I was, to model, and acting like he was going to fuck me. Crazy, Camille, you're a crazy chick. He's not like that.
I turned and looked at him, for the first time my eyes looking straight into his. There was an electric current that passed between us, unspoken, but felt, I knew, by us both. I parted my lips casually as I smoked on the cigarette, inhaling deeply so that my breasts would fill up with the smoke and heave out for him to take in.
I was getting hornier every minute as I stood there. Wendy's tousled head was in my mind as I stood, somehow draining the desire to reach this peak. Why couldn't we get along? Why?
"Wendy told me you were weird, Greg." I blurted out, only to bring her name out, as if somehow that would bring me closer to her.
"Yeah, well, she's always been nutty that way. Anything that doesn't fit her rigid belief code is automatically 'weird' to her. You shouldn't pay her any attention."
"It's hard not to, living together in that awful house."
Greg laughed, "Yeah, I've always hated that house; bad vibes."
"You can say that again. I can't wait to move out."
"It won't be long. Classes start in two weeks." "I know."
"I was lucky to get out when I did, dad's so neurotic and always chasing tail. And mom, I never even know she's around. Do you know she only talks to me about twice a year?"
"I don't doubt it. I've only seen her once. What does she do all the time?"
"Who knows? I have an idea, but I'm not sure."
"What's that?"
"Well, don't mention to Wendy what I say, but I kind of think she's a lesbian. She is always with her women friends, and never men. Plus, I've never seen her and dad kiss, not even once. He's probably a cover for her-or something like that. I can't make her out."
"Would it be so terrible if she were a lesbian?" I asked softly, my eyes lowered.
"No, of course not, except it's kind of strange to think of your mother like that. That's weird! Take Audrey, for example, she's a lesbian, everyone knows it, and that doesn't bother me. But my own mother, that gives me a creepy feeling, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do." I didn't want to talk anymore about lesbians; I felt like I was turning red and he would guess about me. But I wasn't a lesbian! I wasn't! I liked having sex with Cranston, and I certainly wanted to fuck other men. In fact, I wanted to fuck Greg.
Just then someone began to pound on the door. It was very loud and disruptive to our quiet thoughts, both of us lost in our own problems, but all the same Greg went to see who it was. I should have covered my body, but I didn't. I wanted someone else to see me. I needed to be stared at and wanted it.
"Hi, George, I thought you'd gone to Boston."
"No, man, my plans changed. Thought I'd come over and we could get bombed. I've got some good dope, it'll wipe you away."
"Well, someone's here, and I'm painting."
"Don't let that keep me away, man, I won't get in the way." George bellowed and then I saw him coming in the room. He was obviously already high as a kite, his eyes red and bulging as he saw me standing there in the center of the room.
"Oh, man! Is this what you wanted to get rid of me for? Shit, it's Camille, what a dish!" George began to whistle and walk all around my nude body, examining it as fully as he could without touching me. I stood silent and tried to calm my pounding heart. I didn't want them to know how turned on I was by their stares. I wanted to remain aloof and out of reach to them. I looked at George's belly hanging over his belt; he was repulsive, all that fat. But he did have a cute face, lots of freckles and really red hair. Not at all like my own strawberry blonde.
"Baby, you are sexy as hell!" George drawled, the saliva almost dripping from his mouth. I knew he was really turned on by me. Greg was back on his stool, sitting quietly and staring at us. He looked as if he resented the interruption of George, but he didn't send him away. I think George made him relax around me, as if it might prevent him from wanting to fuck me.
"Take it easy, George, can't you see I'm trying to work here?"
"Oh, man, don't hand me that bullshit, how can you work with her in front of you? You've never had a model that looks this good. I think I could eat you," George said, turning to me, his big lips smacking in anticipation and full of hopes. I knew he wanted to reach out and touch my breasts, but he didn't. He sat down on the newspapers, almost under me, and began to roll little cigarettes from his bag of dope. I caught him looking up at me, trying to see between my legs, but I held them together.
"Can't you talk, Camille? You haven't even said hello to me."
"Hello, George." I prided myself on the calm in my cool voice. I didn't even bother to look down at him, but instead stared right at Greg, our eyes meeting and holding.
"Okay, people gather around. We're gonna do some dope smoking. Looks like you two could use a little winding down. I smell tension!"
George grabbed my hand and pulled me down beside him. I sat Indian-style, and smiled at him. He almost went wild, his eyes flew directly to the view of my spread legs and the dark pink of my cunt lips. Greg threw down his charcoal and came to join us. I could tell he was mad at something, but was making an effort to hold it in. He grabbed the lit joint from George's hand and took a long drag. As he handed it to me, I saw his eyes stare at my pussy. His eyes didn't bulge like George's and he was more intent with his gaze. I thought he looked particularly serious while he slowly released the smoke from his lungs and he caught my eyes. He broke the impasse by a wink. I winked back, and then turned to wink at George.
"This is more like it!" George howled, way ahead of us in his degree of highness. "I knew you'd like this, Camille." George put his hand on my knee as he said that, his fingers digging into my flesh. It sent tingles up my thigh directly to my pussy, which began to burn and ache. I had to be cool, I had to. But this dope, it was getting to me. I felt lighter, more' careless, as I let George's hand move a little up my thigh. He was eager to dig right into me, but my aloofness held him off. I didn't know how long I could remain aloof. Not when my pussy was telling my mind that it wanted to be sucked and fucked.
"If you guys don't take your clothes off, then I'll put mine back on." I said, without thinking about the consequences. I wanted to play now, and I wanted to be manhandled. I could have been taken then by George, if only he knew that I was willing, that my pussy was getting all moist and yielding. His fat belly was becoming pretty to me as I leaned back on my elbows to watch the two of them undress. George stood up first and almost ripped his pants off, then his baggy underwear. His belly was just as I thought it would look, and his little penis was still in its dormant state, waiting. He had fuzzy red hair all around his balls and I wanted to pull them, but I knew that I must remain passive. This way I wouldn't be the tramp, the blame wouldn't be on me if anything happened. His shirt came off last and his chest was also covered with red fuzz, and two brown little nipples, flat and far apart. He plumped himself down on the floor and smiled at me, a big toothy grin.
"How do you like it, baby?" he asked, doing an imitation of some comedian I didn't recognize, but not in his normal tone. I think he was nervous, I could see tiny beads of perspiration on his upper lip, and his leg was sticking to the newspapers that were under us all.
Greg stood up slowly and turned around. George booed him and kidded him for turning around, but he still did not turn around. I noticed first his smooth, tan back, free of all hairs. As he lowered his pants, I saw a very tiny ass and his long, slender legs, not terribly unlike my own. The sparse hairs on his ass were endearing to me, and I wanted to kiss them, now, but I sat still.
Then he turned around. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen! It wasn't hard yet, but I could tell it would be huge.
Without even thinking, but acutely aware of the animal inside my body, I put my index finger into my mouth and began to suck on it gently-my eyes meeting first Greg's, and then George's. George reached over and began to walk with two of his fingers up my legs. I shivered from his touch and I met Greg with my eyes-pleading silently for him to join us. Instead, Greg got up and went out of the room. George took the initiative and lowered my body back on the .floor. I spread my legs wide to give him what he wanted to see-my pulsating pussy, all juicy and pink. I wanted George to desire me so badly that he would ache and cry out. I wanted to forget Wendy's words. George kneeled across my body, running his fingers across my nipples. They responded immediately to his rampant fingers-blooming into tiny buds that were as hard as a rock. With stabbing motions of his tongue, he began to nip my flesh. I twisted my body, unable to remain still any longer, and wanting his hot mouth all over me.
"More wine, kiddies," Greg said from over my head. His eyes met mine and he lowered down to give me a drink. George didn't look up, the intensity of his mouth on my nipples was building rapidly as I drank from the bottle of wine. As Greg squatted beside my head, I saw his pale pink cock beginning to grow as he watched George. I reached out to stroke it lightly with my fingers. It was warm and hard, magnetic to my touch. Greg bent down to kiss me, his lips full on mine, his tongue thrusting its way into my cavern of a mouth. I lifted up to reach him, I wanted my mouth deeper and deeper into his, the taste of the wine still strong on our breaths. George just then sat up and stared at the two of us, my eyes watching as he drank from the wine and licked his lips loudly, He reminded me of an animal, he had so much curly hair all over his stout body.
"Let's play horsy." George stated, his eyes beaming and his hands still on my body, cupping my breasts with his hands, squeezing them like oranges.
"What's that?" I asked, once Greg had left my mouth.
"Get on my back," George said and promptly arranged his body like he was a horse. It reminded me of my daddy, when I was a little girl we had played horsy, but never like this, never naked. I smiled at him happily and with Greg's gentle prodding, I sat myself on George's back. I could feel his hot, sweating skin under my legs and I pushed down onto his back with my thighs, letting my pussy spread open on him. He started to move around the room, making little sounds like a horse might make. I could tell that the juices of my pussy were growing even heavier and that George was relishing the feel of it on his skin. He was gyrating his hips as he moved, rocking me so that I was forced to hold on hard to his neck. My pussy was feeling wonderfully stimulated as we galloped around the room, the newspapers crackling under the weight of our bodies. Greg was sitting in the center of the room, drinking the wine and smiling a very silly smile as he watched us, occasionally urging us on with mumbled words. He was getting drunker and drunker, I could tell, and I wondered if this would affect his sexual performance, I wanted Greg, mostly Greg.
"Whoa! Whoa!" George bellowed, and slid me off his wet and slippery back onto the floor, practically on top of Greg. I laughed wildly, letting these two crazy guys grab at my body with lustful hands, and searching eyes. I wanted only to please them, to let them take me apart with their hard cocks which were gorged with blood. I reached carefully for Greg's balls and held them in the cup of my hands; all the while George was pawing at my legs, trying to get my long legs where he wanted them. Finally, I lay back and let George embrace my hips with arms underneath and lift my legs and thighs over his shoulders. His tongue was running around on my inside thighs, taking the soft flesh between his lips and pulling it gently. I reached down with my hands and pulled my cunt lips apart, begging George to explore my pussy with his mouth.
"Ohhhh, George, eat me, now, please eat me ..." I called to him, my voice husky from the welling desire that was building inside of me. I felt his lips take in my clit and suck on it, pulling the blood to his tongue, making my clit practically explode! I twisted and turned, pushing his mouth further into my pussy, still holding my cunt lips wide apart so that he could eat everything. His tongue began to erupt into my vag, beating back and forth with wild movements, forcing me to lift up high to let him suck harder. Fervently, I began to pull my own cunt lips, titillating him, urging him on to do more, more, anything but cease his rapid tongue movements. All the while, Greg was sitting behind my head, stroking my hair back from my wet face, his hands exploring my breasts, pulling the nipples any way he could. I leaned my head back and he took the cue, his mouth crushing down on my open lips. Our kiss became more and more intense as George concentrated only on my swollen clit. The rushes were excruciating as he bore into me, pulling out every drop of juice from my overflowing cunt.
"Ohhhh, George, baby more, more, deeper...
Greg had moved down to my thirsty nipples and was pulling them into his mouth, the saliva dropping all over my skin, so that his mouth slid easily from one nipple to the other. And George, dear, darling George had sat up, my hips spread across his arms, his mouth wet and shiny as he smiled at me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around its lips, leading him to enter me, to satisfy my burning desire. He let go of my thighs and came to sit beside me, letting me stroke his cock with my tongue. I ran it all along its length, turning my tongue in many directions, and bringing his balls into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I sucked on them, pulling the little curly hairs into my mouth, tugging and panting. George was playing with my ears, the shivers running all over my body as I lay there, happy and wild with a raging passion for the both of them. Then George left my side, holding his large cock in his hands and began to kneel between my legs. Greg moved back as George slid his head into my vag, moving it around slowly with his hand, letting my desire build up as he toyed with my pussy. I was aching for him to enter me, to satisfy my cunt.
"George, all the way, push it in, now, now," I said, my hand reaching for Greg, and Greg giving me his mouth as George shoved his cock into my cunt!
"Ohh, oh, more, more," I cried, my mouth full of Greg, but not caring, not caring for anything just now but that George fuck me, fuck me long and hard. He thrust his cock into my cunt, deeper and deeper, his moans coming louder now, so loud that Greg moved away from me and let George fall onto my breasts, clawing them wildly with his hands. I reached behind his back to-grasp him harder, so that I could push him in more, control his wild body.
"Baby, baby, you're terrific, terrific," George moaned into my ear, his mouth wet on my neck, giving me little bites as he jabbed into me, ramming my body against the hard floor. I lifted my hips as best I could, squeezing my thighs against his sides and holding my ankles with my hands so that I was lying way back and giving him the deepest possible penetration.
"Oh, god! I'm coming, let me come!" I screamed out into the room, my body wildly moving against his cock. The ecstatic feelings were rushing in my body as I rocked under him, letting all the energy of my hips explode against his body! His cock was pushing deeper into my cunt, filling everything and still moving faster and faster as he plunged inward. His face was white and red, all at the same time, and his pants were loud in my ear as I felt his hot liquid pour out into my cunt. I tensed my body, holding my orgasm into a few seconds more, savoring the fullness, the tightness of our two bodies.
"Oh, holy shit, I can't stand it, I can't!" George cried in my ear, his heavy body collapsing on me. I put my arms around his wide shoulders and held his head to my breast, while feeling the sperm run down my legs. It was warm and sensual. I loved it! Then Greg reached over to us, and held my face with his hands, his cock above me and waiting, full of desire. I pushed George gently down my body, to make room for Greg. George began to lick my swollen and burning pussy, pulling every drop of his come away from me, licking me clean, and ready for more. I opened my legs and held myself up to his mouth, and then I turned my mouth on Greg. I ran my tongue across his tight little nipples and pulled him down closer to me.
He lay on his side and slowly moved upward, as I ran my tongue down his stomach, sinking it into his navel and then burying it in his crotch. I went all around his balls, letting my saliva flow onto his skin, wetting it completely. I pulled at the skin, watching them tighten under my mouth, and draw up closer -to his cock. I stuck out my tongue further and pointed it on his reddened shaft, then very slowly and with an animal ease, I began to let it follow the large center vein, all the way up to the top. His head was filled with his desire and bursting in my mouth. I let my lips circle the head and then drew them off, moving up and down so that he moved with me. Our bodies were joining in a rhythm that had all the tones of a ritualistic dance. I let my saliva run from my mouth to cover his cock entirely, so that it was all wet and shining, waiting for my tongue. I watched it bob and then caught it in my tight mouth, sucking on it like a baby sucks from his mother.
And George, George was still at my pussy, sweetening it with his tongue, and sucking on my budding, expanded clit until I knew that I would come again, very soon now. I pursed my lips and ran them along Greg's cock, holding his balls loosely in my hand. Greg shivered and moaned for me to eat him, suck him. I wanted nothing more than to lie beside his turned body and suck on his thrusting cock. I took it into my mouth, pushing it in until I could feel the firm head brushing against my throat. I made little gurgling sounds as I went down on him, down as far as I could go. I ran my free hand between his legs, lifting the leg on top so that I could bury my head between his legs. I ran my tongue down his balls, behind them to the sweet part of him that was hairless, where I ran my tongue around in circles, pushing into his flesh. He moaned louder and I shoved my head back to his lovely ass. I spread the cheeks with my hands, licking the tiny little hairs that surrounded the opening. He was moving faster now, and I took away one hand to grasp his cock and move my hand along it, stroking it faster and faster. I eased my pinky finger into his anus, wetting it first with my saliva so that it slid in easily. I kept my finger inside of him, moving it around and around with my mouth. I sucked on his fleshy cheeks, drawing into my mouth as much of him as
I could. Then, I took out my finger and put in my index finger, sending it straight into him and delighting him as he called out my name and moved his hips to my moving fingers.
I left my finger in Greg's tight little anus and with my long tongue I wound around him to his balls again. They were still nice and wet and I rubbed them against my face, burying my nose in them. I took my mouth and pulled his balls into my waiting receptacle.
"Ummmm, Greg, you're delicious, just delicious. . .
He touched my head with his hand and directed me to his cock. His cock was harder than before and I could feel the large vein in the center growing and pulsating as my tongue flickered on his shaft. I suddenly couldn't stand the slow pace any longer! My own orgasm was building up inside of my body and I knew that the explosion would come any minute as I jerked my nips in rhythm with my mouth. George was plunging into my vagina with his tongue and I dove down on Greg's wet, salty cock. Then, with an almost reckless abandon, I began to move faster and faster with my mouth bearing down on his cock until I could feel his balls pushed next to my chin. I sucked harder and harder until I felt the beginning of his ejaculation! The vein was getting bigger and I knew that in a second the hot liquid would be exploding in my mouth! I closed my mouth tight around his bobbing cock and drew with my mouth ... waiting and moving my body faster and faster, my clit rubbed raw from George's frantic mouth upon me.
"Ohhh, Camille, baby, suck me, suck me ... Greg cried out, and I did just that. I pulled every drop of his wonderful juice into my mouth, holding it and rolling it all around on my tongue before letting it drip down my throat. My own orgasm had taken me just as he exploded into my mouth, and I let my entire body go limp against George's body. George lay still, his head resting on my thigh and his breathing loud in the quiet room. Greg and I were as before, his cock was still in my mouth, growing softer and sweeter to me. I didn't want to let go, didn't want to take my mouth away from his warm cock. It was my security, the only thing I cared about as I put my arms under Greg's hips and held him tightly to me, smashing my breasts into his thighs. My nipples were still rock hard and I brushed them across the soft hair on his thighs, letting them feel his maleness, the firmness of his slender legs.
Finally George sat up and I felt the cool air in the room rush in to my pussy. I closed my legs in an attempt to hold in the warmth and watched George stagger to the kitchen. His fat ass was quivering, but I didn't even really care; George was wonderful. I was so completely satisfied that anything more would have been anticlimactic. Greg, too, noticed George's departure and he sat up, releasing my clenching mouth from his placid cock. He looked down at my body and very tenderly, he bent over and kissed each nipple. Then he ran his tongue around in large winding circles on my breasts.
"I love it when you do that. It feels so good...
"Yeah, how much do you like it?"
"Lots and lots, so much that I never want to leave, I want to stay with you and George all night long."
Greg laughed and fell across my body, embracing me with his long arms, and kissing my neck. I held his head with my hands and played with his hair, craving this moment.
"Anyone want some more wine?" George asked, his arms loaded with wine and a box of crackers. His face was wearing a contented grin, and an appetite for food. We both slowly sat up, not really wanting to break apart, but afraid to cling any longer. Greg bent over and licked my face, not unlike a little puppy dog. I smiled and bit him playfully on the chin. I was so happy!
"I'm very thirsty," I said and took the wine from George. It was cool and very pleasant as I let it run down my throat.
"Boy, you're really something. I mean that, you are." George said, his mouth full of crackers. "Thank you, I guess. You guys just brought it out of me."
"Bull shit! You've always had it, I've seen the way you look at Audrey," Greg said as he took the wine from me.
"I don't know what you mean," I said, my eyes lowered. I knew that Greg knew about Audrey and me, she had probably told him, but I didn't want to talk about her. It would ruin this moment for me. She only caused me pain and a little embarrassment.
'Well, it doesn't matter. I probably shouldn't have brought it up. I'd just hate to see you waste it on her."
"Thanks, Greg." I said, with just a little of sarcasm. Why did everyone have to mention her? It was disgusting.
"I don't care what Camille does with anyone else," George said, more to Greg than to me, "just as long as she doesn't forget us!"
"How could I?" I said to George, and giving him a big, sloppy lass on the mouth.
"I hate to break up the party," Greg said, "but I have an early lesson tomorrow. George, will you drop Camille off on your way home?"
"Be delighted." We both stood up and put our clothes on, staring at the wet, crumpled newspapers that had been under our bodies. "Next time well have to use whip cream, that's the best."
"Yeah, you bring it," Greg said, somewhat irritably, and got up for his clothes. "Maybe next week you can model for me, really model, and we won't let this goof in the door."
"Sure, Greg, thanks ..." I stood on tip toe to kiss him good-bye. He met me with his lips and gave me a really succulent lass. It was so sensual that I didn't want to leave, but I could see no other alternative. We parted and I left with George. As I went out the door, I turned around and gave Greg a sweet little smile. A smile to let him know that there would be a next time, a time when he and I would explore each other more, without George. As if George had somehow heard my words, I turned and took his hand as we walked to his car. George was sweet, he really was, but I felt sorry for him, sorry that I didn't want him again as much as I wanted Greg.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The 'following day I awoke to gray skies and rain. Instead of depressing me, I felt somewhat elated by the weather. I could almost smell fall in the air! I hastily climbed out of bed and hurried into my clothes. My body felt really good today, refreshed and ready for anything. Sex could do that to you. I put on my white shorts and a bright red halter top-the perfect clothes for the way I felt today. I admired my body briefly before leaving my room-I was growing very noticeable curves!
I skipped down the stairs, anxious for some fresh orange juice. There was a note on the kitchen door from Cranston. He had left for New York and would join Auntie there. Terrific! Now I didn't have to worry about running into him. I fixed my orange juice and sat down at the table, pondering my plans for the day. I wished Wendy would do something with me, but after last night's argument, I doubted the chance of that happening. Maybe I could call Clara. Just then I looked up to see Wendy in the doorway, carrying an overnight bag and a big straw hat.
"Good morning, Camille," She said, her eyes not meeting mine, "tell daddy that I've gone to the beach with Clara, we'll be back tomorrow."
"Your dad is in New York, with your mother. I hope you have a good time," I answered stiffly, hurt that I hadn't been included in her plans. Of course, she never included me, but I still went on hoping. I missed having girl friends, more than ever before.
"Listen, Camille .. . I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to say all those things. So, I hope you'll just forget about it, okay?"
"Sure, Wendy, if that's what you want." I said, in a tiny little voice that I hoped would let her know how she had hurt my feelings.
"Well, gotta get going. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Bye."
I watched from the window as she put her things in her car and put the straw hat on her head. Shit! She looked so damn appealing in her summer jumpsuit, her two very full breasts gently straining the cloth ... I wanted to be with her and Clara, why wouldn't they give me a second chance?
The remainder of my day was ruined-thanks to Wendy. I went shopping for school clothes, my mind not at all concerned about what I chose. I wasn't even excited when I returned home with my packages, and that was odd. Normally, L loved buying clothes. This whole empty house! Whatever was I going to do to occupy myself? I. had every room at my disposal, but none of them interested me, except maybe Wendy's.
After unloading my new clothes on the bed, I walked decisively to Wendy's room. Her door was closed, but not locked. I walked in and turned on the light. Everything was carefully arranged in her room, nothing out of place. She had a picture of the class she had taught this summer tacked on her bulletin board, and next to that a snapshot of her boyfriend. He looked cuter in the photo than he did in person, I thought spitefully. I opened her closet door and stared at her dresses, all neatly pressed and arranged by colors. How like Wendy! My own room was always in a state of shambles, clothes tossed on the floor and chairs.
Then, without any consciousness, I walked over to the little table by her bed. I opened the drawer and took out her little journal. It wasn't locked. I opened the book and flipped through the pages, looking for something about me. Most of the pages were details of her teaching and her boyfriend. Then I spotted a paragraph about me! It read:
Tonight I went to Camille's room and saw her in bed with daddy. They were fucking! I should have known she would do something like that. I still remembered the way she had tried to make love to me in bed the first night she came to stay with us. I'm still very upset about it, but not as much as they think. Clara did the same thing with daddy, and sometimes I think I'd like to make love to daddy, too. How can I blame them? He's so sexy and good to people. But still, I think Camille should be careful. After all, she's still so young. I'd hate to see her get as fucked up as Clara used to be. Maybe Clara could help her. I know I can't.
I slammed the book closed! My thoughts were racing through my mind-Clara and Cranston! That explained the photographs in his studio! Wow, and to think I never knew about them. I wondered what Wendy meant about Clara being fucked up ... I opened the book to look for more...
January 14. Today Clara came back from staying with her mother. She seemed her old normal self, and I'm glad for her, and me, too. I hope this time she will stay well and not try anything foolish. But how can I forget our wonderful times together? No one comes close to being the gentle lover she was....
Clara and Wendy? Lovers? My mind clicked and I remembered Clara and Wendy in her room that first night. Why hadn't I thought of that? Their looks were more than looks of platonic friendship, but I didn't know that then. Why would Wendy want to stop making it with Clara? It just didn't make any sense to me? Hadn't Cranston told me that people could be bisexual? That didn't mean they were lesbians. I knew Clara went out with guys, and so did Wendy. So what was the big problem?
I thumbed through the book, but didn't see any more about Clara, except idle references to a movie they went to, or something like that. Then I turned to last night and read:
I had an argument tonight with Camille. I don't know why it's so hard for me to be friends with her. Maybe I'm just afraid that something more will happen between us, and I don't want that. Clara taught me a lesson, and I mustn't forget ever! I don't want to end up like mother, not as an old lesbian.
Wow! And shit, it all made sense now! This explained why Wendy was so afraid to even look at me. I tempted her, and she couldn't bear it. Shit, was I ever a stupid fool! Hadn't Greg told me that his mother might be a lesbian? Poor Wendy was afraid of being like that. I didn't blame her. I didn't want to be a lesbian, either. But T also knew that I couldn't deny my feelings for women. And I didn't want to-I was happy to know that I could be bisexual, happy with men or women. Hadn't last night with Greg and George proven it? They had certainly satisfied me as much as Audrey had.
With this new knowledge about Wendy, I suddenly felt like an intruder reading her journal and put it back in the drawer, being careful to put it in the same place it had been. If only Wendy had talked to me about her feelings! There wouldn't have been any need for those silly arguments, and avoiding each other each time we met.
Just as I was closing her door, the telephone rang. I ran down the. hall to answer it, hoping it would be Greg or George-they were easy to be around.
"Hello, Camille speaking."
"Hi, darling, Audrey here. How are you? Did you miss me?"
"No, no I didn't," I answered quietly. I hadn't been expecting her to call me! I thought we were finished!
"Well, that's too bad, but I'm glad you found something to keep you busy. I have delightful news for you...."
"What?" I asked, hostility in my voice. I wasn't in the mood for her silly games. I wanted to be alone and think about Wendy.
"I left Meredith at the beach with friends. I'm all alone tonight."
"Good for you. Now, if you don't mind, I have some things to do."
Audrey laughed her throaty, deeply sexual laugh.
"You sound so charming when you try to act this way, dear. I'll be round to pick you in ten minutes. Be ready."
"Audrey? Audrey?" I screamed into the phone, but she had hung up. I stood there for a minute, hesitating over whether to call her back or not. Then I decided that it didn't matter. I could take care of myself, if Audrey wanted to see me, she could. Only this time there would be no sex between us. I was through with her. She had taught me well, but now I was tired of her. She was too old for me, anyway.
I didn't bother to change my clothes, but only put my hair up on top of my head, letting a few loose tendrils dangle around my face. I didn't even spray any cologne on; tonight wasn't going to be that kind of an evening. I wasn't even horny.
Sure enough, I heard the door bell ring at ten minutes after the hour. On time. I slowly walked down the stairs, not anxious to see her. We would talk, and I would explain to her how I now felt. We could be friends. That was all. "Hello, Audrey."
"Camille! It's so good to see you!" Audrey exclaimed, rushing in to take me into her arms, her warm breasts close to my own. I stood there stiffly, not responding to her embrace, so that she stood back and raised her eyebrows.
'What's the matter, dear? Have you forgotten who I am?"
"No, no I haven't. It's just that I'm not in that land of a mood tonight. I'm sure you understand. If you want to see me, then you had better realize that it will be as friends. Period." I took a deep breath, glad that I had gotten my little speech out. She didn't seem to mind at all, she merely smiled and took me by the arm. We walked silently to her car, my eyes on her all-white clad body, the soft material of the dress draping around her curves. She was still wearing the blond wig, at least I thought it was a wig. She did look good, much better than the last time I had seen her. Her make-up wasn't as heavy and dramatic as before, and it made her look younger.
Audrey started up the car and turned to smile at me.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"Great! I'll fix up a special dish of mine, you'll love it."
I nodded and watched the trees we were passing. I noticed the leaves that were already turning, and wanted to run out and cup them in my hands. Why had I gotten myself into this mess? I didn't feel like talking to Audrey at all.
"Are you all ready for school?"
"Almost. I got my dorm assignment last week."
"OH! I thought you were going to get an apartment."
"No, I changed my mind. I want to live in the dorm."
"Too bad, I had a nice plan all worked out for us ... you do still want to see me, don't you, Camille?" Audrey reached over for my hand, but I moved it out of her reach, much to her dismay.
"Damn it! If you don't want to be with me, why in hell are you here?" Audrey demanded, her voice a shrill sound in the car.
"I do want to see you, Audrey, but as friends, not as lovers."
"I see. Well ... that will change. You're just going through the usual case of guilty conscious."
"No I'm not. I'm not guilty at all. I don't deny my feelings, but I don't want to be your lover. You have a lover already, Meredith."
The rest of the car ride was silent, Audrey's lips a tight line across her face. I ht a cigarette and she stared at me crossly. This was going to be a really swell evening-I wanted to get out and go home already.
Her house was all lit with lights, and every room was warm and cozy. I could tell she had fixed things up for fucking. Even the covers of her bed were turned down and ready for the two of us. I merely stared and walked back to the living room, gratefully accepting the drink she handed me.
"Now, sit down, and let's talk this out."
"Oh, okay, Audrey, but I've already told you how I feel. Nothing will change that."
"Dear, I think you are just jealous, jealous that I live with Meredith and won't give her up for you. Isn't that it?"
"No! A thousand times no! I don't want to live with you--I want you to live with Meredith. That ugly old bag couldn't get anyone else! You couldn't leave her!"
"I rest my case. You are just jealous."
"Truly I'm not. I was, I wanted you to be with me all the time, but now I don't. I have other interests, and..."
"Other interests? Have you been fucking someone else?" Audrey was screaming at me, the whole time making herself another drink, this time straight scotch, no soda.
"Audrey, did you really think that on the basis of a couple of fucks that I'd be faithful to you? That's the craziest idea I've ever heard!"
"You told me you loved me, or have you forgotten? Were you lying to me, Camille, were you?" Audrey's voice was softer now, and her eyes were pleading with me, the hurt obvious in them. I couldn't bare to look at her, I knew how it felt to be hurt and I didn't want to hurt her. But I couldn't Me. I got up and went to make myself another drink, I needed it.
"Audrey ... when I told you I loved you, I meant it, I really did, but now, well, things have changed . . . besides, you had Meredith, you didn't need me," I stammered, gulping my drink at the same time.
"I need you-I need you now, tonight! What I have with Meredith is no concern of yours, it doesn't interfere with us. I thought you'd get an apartment near the campus, and then we'd be able to see each other more often."
"But I don't need you. I'm sorry, Audrey, but that's how I feel...."
"You little bitch!" Audrey cried out at me, her eyes flashing with anger-and hurt. She went out to the kitchen and I heard her banging on the pots and pans.
"Dinner is ruined, thanks to you. We'll have to order out."
"It's not my fault dinner is ruined, Audrey. You don't need to be so mean and hateful about this. I'm leveling with you."
"Shit, you're nothing but a trashy little cunt!"
"Audrey! Listen to me! There's no reason for you to act like this! None at all! I like you, I want to be friends, why can't we be friends?"
"You don't understand anything, you little cunt. You're just afraid to admit your true feelings, isn't that really it?"
"No! No! I don't regret our sexual experiences, but I just don't want any more. Can you listen to me?"
"Humph!" She snorted and then went back to the kitchen, not replying but muttering under her breath. I drowned my drink and went for .another one. I hated arguments, hated to tell her these things, but why shouldn't I? She didn't own me, or control me.
"Have some cheese, it's all we're going to have to eat." Audrey sat down next to me on the sofa, dropping the platter of cheese on the coffee table. I reached out for a piece and she took the opportunity to reach out hard for my nipple-her hand closed on it, crushing the nipple between her fingers. I made an attempt to push her hand away, but she was holding on too tight, so tight that it hurt me, I'm sure bruising my skin.
"Audrey, please ... take your hand away, you're hurting me!"
"Good. You need to be punished."
"That's a stupid thing to say. Please, Audrey, take your hand away! Can't we be friends?" I didn't want her to know it, but I was getting the all the too familiar pangs of sexual desire, her warm hand on my breast was sending shivers down to my pussy, causing it to moisten. I could feel my panties getting wet, and this scared me-I was determined not to let her have me.
"Yes ... we are friends, and you want me, don't you, Camille? You want mama to suck on your little titties, and eat your sweet little pussy, don't you? Admit it!"
I just lay back on the sofa, letting her hands roam across my breasts, massaging them gently and then harder, so that I could feel the twinges of pain inside. I didn't know what to say, I did want her, and my head was getting dizzier and dizzier from the drinks.
"Audrey ..." I whispered, my own voice husky and slurred, "I want to be friends, you're just taking ad-, ad-, advantage of m-m-me, aren't y-you?"
"Why not, darling? I want you so badly ... I want to eat and lick your whole wonderful body, it's so sweet, Camille, so very, very sweet. , . . Audrey pulled me over to her and held me in her arms, her fingers clawing my back to push me tighter against her fleshy breasts.
All of a sudden I took a long, deep breath, trying to clear my head. Then I wrenched myself free of her grasp and ran out of the room, heading for the bathroom. I heard her deep laughter behind me as I ran inside and locked the door behind me. Then I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, lots of it. I had to get sober, I couldn't let her persuade me to fuck her. I couldn't! Despite my futile attempts at sobering Up, I was still dizzy. I put my hands on my breasts, my heart was pounding wildly and my nipples were erect and wanting for more. I wanted to be touched, I wanted to fuck, but not her, not here like this! I didn't think Audrey could be so mean and cold, but she could, she only wanted me to prove to herself that she could have me, that she wasn't an old bag lesbian.
I heard the door jiggling and then it was open! Audrey had a key! I shouldn't have known she would, that she wouldn't be content just to leave me alone in here.
"Ha, I've found you, come on, silly, back to our little party. I won't hurt you." She took my hand, forcefully and led me into her bedroom. She practically threw me on her bed, then before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me! Her hot, jerking body beating down on me so that I couldn't breathe!
"Audrey!" I screamed, "I can't breathe, let me up! You don't want me this way, do you?"
"I want you--how I get you doesn't really matter, does it my sweet?" Audrey's voice was cold, icy, and hard. She was determined to have me, and I knew that in my present state I wouldn't be able to put up much of a protest. My head was dizzier than ever and I was getting all hot and sticky, tense and beginning to panic. I didn't want sex to be like this!
"Please, let go of me ... I'm begging you, Audrey, it's not fair," I cried, my voice shaking and trembling as she thrust her heavy body harder into mine, her right leg bearing between my legs so that her thigh was pushing hard against my hot pussy. I was too weak and dizzy to move, so I just lay there, still and not responding outwardly, but inside, inside my body was so hot I thought I'd surely burst. Her hands were clawing at my halter top and she jerked it down hard so that my breasts snapped out, the nipples giving me away by their hardness. '
I tried to pull it back up, but she had my arms pinned out on the bed. She was stronger than I thought and she opening her mouth and stuck her tongue at my face, her eyes half-closed so that she looked like a big blonde cat to me. I closed my eyes to her and then felt a stab of pain as her teeth bit down on my nipple!
"Ohh, you old bitch! Stop! You're hurting me!"
I was screaming so loud I hoped the neighbors would hear and come to my rescue, but I knew no one could hear us, we were too far from another house. She was heedless of my cries and screams as she went from one nipple to the other, stabbing them with her teeth, then drawing hard on their tenderness as she sucked on my rose nipples. It was beginning to really get to me, I had to concentrate on being still so that my hips wouldn't push up into her cunt. At last, she sat back, her weight resting on my hips, and unzipped my shorts. I was weak from her strength, so that all I could do was he there, my eyes half-closed and my breathing heavy and loud. She was draining everything from me, and I could not resist her. I knew that, but I wanted to resist still, so I pushed my knee up and tried to raise my body. Audrey laughed, and tore my shorts down, pulling with them my bikini underwear.
"Audrey, please ... is this really necessary? Is it worth so much to you, is it?"
"You little cunt, of course it is, and you want me, too, I can tell, your little clit is quite protrusive for someone who's not interested," she laughed bitterly and her hand went to my soft, yielding pussy. I couldn't disguise the hot wetness, nor could I hide my throbbing, expanding clit. I couldn't see, but I knew my cunt lips were swelling from her hands. Her right hand was holding the skin around and above my clit taut, as both of her thumbs found the entrance to my vagina. Her remaining fingers were parting my pubic hair so that I was completely open and exposed to her.
Very slowly at first her thumbs pushed their way into my hole, kneading the membranous skin so that I could no longer remain still and passive. I began to gyrate with my hips, hating myself for doing so, but I had no other choice. Her hands and fingers were taking me in so completely, so passionately that I became mere putty in her masterful hands. She was laughing bitterly still, her laughter gurgling low in her throat as she looked down at me. Her eyes were flashing with fire, I thought, as they bore down upon me. I was defenseless, lost in her magic.
Audrey took her hands away from my dripping wet pussy and shoved them into my own mouth, fast, so that I could do nothing but almost choke as she moved the wiry fingers inside my mouth. I gagged a bit as she pushed, sucking on them hard so that she would take them away. Normally I liked to taste my own succulent juices, but not like this-not forcefully! At last she took her hands out of my slobbery wet mouth and sat back on my legs. Then she began to very slowly unbutton her shirt, immediately revealing to me her tear-shaped breasts, the red nipples erect and pointing at me. She cupped her hands under them and lifted the fleshy mounds up, smiling seductively and moving them around, titillating me to the point where I knew I would be forced by the animal urges hot in my body to ram the hard nipples into my mouth.
"You like mama, baby, you like? You wanna suck the fat juicy nipples, huh, baby ... you wanna?" Audrey was imitating a big black mama, and it was getting to me, driving me deliriously wild and hot for her thrusting breasts: I wanted cream to pour from them and cover me from head to toe, I wanted to bury my head in her, tenderly, I think, but I wasn't so sure. Audrey was bringing out the savage beast in me-I could see myself tearing her nipples with my nipples, beating her with my own wet mouth and tongue until she was crying for relief. I put my hands out and held them in front of her, offering them to her. She took them in her own hands and placed them hard on her breasts, rubbing them into her flesh viciously. I squeezed her nipples for all I was worth and she loved itl Her face was stark with passion for me, for me and my young, svelte sexuality.
"Mama got big titties, baby, big titties, you wanna suck them, you can suck on mama ..." Audrey bent lower over my body, her pants coarse against my naked hips, and her breasts hanging over my mouth. With my hands, I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth and clamped down with my teeth, sucking hard and wildly. I could smell the erotic perfume she had covered her body with, and this tantalized me, drove me to bite her nipple so hard that she cried out and began to move up and down on my hips, her body becoming a sea of colors, a blur from my vantage point.
"Oh, baby, suck me, suck me, harder!!" Audrey cried, wildly jumping now on my hips so that my clit was pounding and exploding. I mauled her breasts with my hands and went from one hard nipple to the other with my thrusting tongue and my hot and ready mouth. My saliva was hot and running down my chin as I let it cover her hot flesh, bathing her in my juices until I, too, began to beat against her body, trying hard to lift my hips. But Audrey was a strong woman, and I could barely move under her.
"Audrey, get off, let me reach you...."
She gave another bitter laugh, and, still leaving her nipple in my sucking mouth, she unclasped her pants and pulled them to her knees. She wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see her clean-shaven cunt; the long slit that led to her clitoris and her vagina very visible. I tried to reach down to touch her with my hand, but I couldn't and she laughed again.
"You all hot for mama, aren't you, baby, all hot and sticky wet... you little cunt!"
Audrey's words only succeeded to drive me further into a deep passion for her body ... she was right, I was a little cunt, a sex-starved, hungry little whore that wanted all she could get, and didn't care who from. I had a fleeting thought of Clara and Wendy, together at the beach, and I could see them doing the same thing we were doing ... eating each other's bodies, and sucking, their kisses more tender, more loving. I wished then that I did love Audrey, and maybe I did love her, I loved her body, and wanted her. I began to thrash my arms on the bed, moaning and crying at the same time. I couldn't stand being pinned down like this-I wanted to be free to reach every place of her body. I had to be free!
"Damnit, let me up, Audrey, let me reach you, please, I want you-I want you!" I screamed these last words at her, angry that she had the advantage over me, that she could reach me and control our actions. I had to have some control, I had to. Abruptly, Audrey got off the bed and walked over to her closet, leaving me hot and drenched in perspiration, lying on the bed.
"Mama's got a surprise for you, a big surprise, so close your little eyes and get ready!"
I didn't like games, but I did as she said, I was ready for almost anything at this point. Just as long as she didn't leave me. My body was too ready for the climatic orgasm, I wanted to explode with her.
Then I felt something, something familiar to my wet pussy-it was a vibrator! Audrey clicked it on and shoved it violently into my cunt, practically tearing my insides out as the vibrator purred inside of me. I opened my eyes and saw her, sitting between my legs, her hands holding the vibrator inside of me, moving it around and around, and watching, her mouth hanging open. I began to move with it, knowing I would come soon. The intensity of the vibrating instrument inside of me was too much to contain!
"Ohhh, God, I can't stand so much of this, I can't! It's too good, Audrey, it's too good."
"Mama was right, wasn't she? You're nothing but a little slut, a hungry slut, aren't you? Aren't you? Tell me what you are, tell me!" She jammed the hot vibrator into me and held it in, pushing deeper into my vagina, and I answered her as I felt the rushes of my orgasm beginning to shake my body.
"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut, and I want you, I gotta have you, don't stop!" I arched my back and took the vibrator in even further, my body arching for more and more. As I arched back, I felt Audrey going under me, putting her mouth on my ass and lifting me up so that she could hold the vibrator and reach me at the same time. This was too much, too much for me to handle! I let my voice cry loud as the orgasm tore through my body, ripping me apart with its intensity."
"Ohh, eat me ... do it," I screamed, and she jabbed her long tongue into my anus, making my orgasm twice as good, twice as wrecking! I grabbed my breasts and beat them with my fingers, stretching them out from my body and flowing inside-I was coming! My orgasm was a long, fulfilling one, longer than ever before as I clenched every muscle in my body as I tried to hold it all in, to make it last longer.
But it ended. And I fell back on the bed, flat and weak, crushing Audrey's head almost. But she eased her body away and sat looking down at me, her face a mask of satisfaction. She had succeeded in overtaking me; she had worn me down so that my resistance was gone completely. I wished her face wore a tender look, but it didn't. I was almost afraid that she wanted to hurt me. Her hands were rough on me and I had been bruised, my breasts were throbbing with soreness, and my poor little clit and pussy were swollen and aching.
She pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, causing me to clench the muscles tight in a futile attempt to hold it in still. Then she took the vibrator, now turned off and rubbed the wetness dripping from it on my bare abdomen. Audrey looked almost beautiful as her eyes following her moving hand; she was more than beautiful, she was stunning! Despite the harsh look, there was a glow, a satisfaction as she rubbed the vibrator dry. Then she lowered her body down next to mine, her legs beside my head and her head at my feet. I watched in fascination as she lifted one of her legs and bent her knee, giving me a complete view of her pussy.
Audrey's pussy was strange looking, with no hair surrounding it. Everything was visible, nothing at all was hidden from my eyes. I stared down at the red slit and the fat cunt lips that bordered it. The dark red folds of her skin hiding only the deep, dark inside of her vagina. I bent down and turned over to face her cunt with my mouth and eyes. I pulled the cunt lips apart with my fingers, and then let my tongue run along the wet folds. I didn't want to suck her clitoris, not yet, so I avoided it completely,, but saw that it was growing larger. I moved my hands Over her shaven pussy, not feeling any stubble, only her soft, white skin that covered the darker reds and pinks of underneath. I planted little kisses, wet kisses, all around her pussy, nipping at the soft inner thighs and tickling her with my flickering tongue.
Audrey was responding, but ,very quiet. Her body had begun to move gently, slowly. I lifted her thighs up and put my arms under them so that I could put my whole face in her cunt. The tangy taste of her pussy juice was luscious. I rammed my nose into her, then my cheeks and chin, at last bringing my mouth down on her swollen clit.
"Baby, suck it, bite it! Put it between your teeth, shit! Now; you little fool, now!"
I was powerless to do anything but obey her, so I did. I covered her clit with my mouth and took it between my teeth, biting it gently, not wanting to hurt her. But then I realized that she wanted me to be rough, she wanted me to be as rough as she had been with me. So I tightened my grip on her and dug in with my teeth, all the while sucking, pulling it into my mouth so that I could eat it all! I was lost in her, buried deep in her flooding pussy, her iuices covering my entire face!
"Aughhhhhhhh, let me go!!!!!!" Audrey cried as her body lurched forward, pushing hard against me. I knew she was coming, every muscle was tight and I could sense her straining to hold it. So I let her have it good. My mouth began to rapidly shake around on her pussy, my head dizzy from the moving, and my own pussy as wet as hers! I cared for nothing that moment, nothing at all, except that she come, and that I explode with her! The bed was creaking loudly as our bodies pushed into it!
I stopped briefly to grope around the bed for the vibrator, but I didn't find it. Instead I found a dildo, just like the one I had bought! It was all rubbery and thick, and ready for her. I hastily put it in her vag, shaking it hard and pulling it out and then pushing it deep inside of her. My eyes took it all in, every detail as she rode the dildo and moaned louder and louder. I didn't think she could last much longer, her eyes were getting red and tears were streaming down her face. I had never seen anyone so overtaken with passion before.
I don't know what possessed me, but I wanted to give her more, more than she could handle. I wanted her to be punished for what she had done to me, I wanted her to have too much sex, too much passion...
I looked up and found the vibrator, turning it on immediately and showing it to her, holding it in front of Audrey's eyes so that she could see what I was going to do with her. She winced and closed her eyes tight, trying to pull her legs together, but she couldn't. I was between her legs, still moving the dildo fast in her vagina. With a roughness I didn't know I was capable of, I pulled her to her side, kind of, and with no preliminary play shoved the vibrator into her anus. It was tight, but it went in, just enough for her to feel it real good and for me to be able to move it around.
"You bitch, I can't take more, I'm an old woman, I can't handle this, Camille, I can't!" Audrey was whining now, her voice not a pretty voice but an old one, begging me to stop. But I only moved my two hands faster, ramming her with both the dildo and vibrator. She was coming, but I didn't slow down at all, I only continued to move my hands. I wanted her to have more than enough, more than was necessary. I must have been a little mad, crazed by .my actions, but I couldn't stop myself. I remembered her harsh words, I remembered Meredith, and I wanted her to pay for what she had done to me.
And despite all of this, I was coming again, too. I sat astride her thigh and rubbed my clit hard on her leg, trembling and getting weak. My head was so heavy that I-thought I might fall over, but I continued, a mad woman in heat. I was no better than a dog.
My last thought shook me. I stopped my hands and stared down at Audrey's tear-streaked face, her body shiny wet and trembling violently as the remains of her violent orgasm died away. I pulled the dildo out and then the vibrator. They came out easily from her enlarged vagina and anus. I had been too rough. I wanted to cry as I watched Audrey cover her face with her arms and bring her legs together as I got up from the bed. She looked like a child, lying there in a fetus position, her blonde hair covering her face and shoulders.
Why had I been so rough, almost cruel to her? I didn't have to act this way. I was worse than a slut. I was mean and unfeeling. I hated myself, hated the way I had taken her, used her body to make her be reduced to this level. She was sobbing quietly now and I sat down next to her head, gently putting my hands on her hair and stroking it. Her hair was coarse and wiry; I was sure it was a wig. I was afraid to touch it; somehow it repelled me.
"Audrey, I'm sorry, really I am, I didn't mean to be so rough with you, honest I didn't. I don't know why I did that. I was just all confused and mad at you for the way you treated me. I'm sorry."
My voice trailed off and she lifted her face, resting her head on her hand, and staring at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice, there was no compassion in them. I knew then that it was useless to apologize to her. She might have only been acting; she might have liked the way I had treated her. I couldn't tell anything from her eyes.
"Camille, you are not the girl I thought you were. This evening started out as a little game. I wanted to wear your defenses down, and seduce you. Only I think what happened is that you won. You wore me down, and you, you little whore, could go on for days. I don't want to hear your little girl innocence act."
I stared at Audrey's mouth as she told me, watching in an almost horror as her smeared lipstick ran into the cracks of wrinkles around her mouth, her dim teeth appearing briefly as she talked. I was repulsed by her then, sickened that she had led me to this. It wasn't my fault, after all, but hers-she made me act that way.
"Well, good-bye ... I'll walk home. I'm glad it's all over. You know, Audrey, if I were you, I'd stick to Meredith, the two of you deserve each other." I turned from her and went around the bed to gather my clothes. She didn't say anything to me, but her cold eyes watched every move I made. Her eyes went down my legs and up to my swollen, bruised breasts as I put my clothes on. She was consuming me, and I hated it. I turned my back to her and hastily fastened my shorts and stepped into my sandals. I had to get out of this room! Her once erotic perfume was now making me sick, I thought I might throw up before getting out of here.
"Camille, before you leave, I want you to know something ..." Audrey said, her voice barely above a Whisper.
I turned and faced her crumpled body, waiting for her to finish. I had a feeling that what she would say might bring tears from my own eyes.
Her eyes held a tender look, filled to the brim with tears.
"... It didn't have to turn out this way ... we could have made it work, you know. We could have ... but I guess the time just wasn't right for us...."
I didn't listen to her finishing the little speech, I just slowly walked from her bedroom, through the doors until I reached the cool, crisp air of the night. The ground was wet from the rain, and it felt refreshing to my feet as I took my sandals off and let my toes curl in the wet grass. My thoughts were too confused and muddled to try and sort out. So I just walked toward home, the tears streaming down my cheeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The last week had gone by rapidly for me-I was busy with details about school and getting all my clothes together for the big move into the dormitory. But the most startling of all that had happened to me was Wendy's new attitude. After she had returned from the beach with Clara she was practically a new person, friendly and happy, even coming often to my room to offer advice about school and registering for classes. I was delighted with the 'new' Wendy, and played it very safe with her. Neither of us mentioned sex in any way at all, but this was fine with me. After Audrey, I wasn't at all ready for anything else. Not now. My sexual drive had diminished, except for a few stray pangs at night in my bed. But those I could handle. I learned that I was truly my own best friend.
Fortunately for Wendy and I, Cranston and auntie were still in New York. This gave us lots of time to become friends, in a real sense of the word. Occasionally I caught Wendy giving me a strange look, or maybe her eyes wandered down my body, but mostly we just became friends. Just last night Clara had come over and Wendy had prepared a really super meal for us. It had been the perfect evening-reminiscent of the days in the girls' school I had attended. I still wished I knew what had happened that made them change their minds about me, but I was content to just let things be. I wanted their friendship too much to risk it.
Tonight I had a leisurely bath, with lots of sweet smelling salts, that I soaked in for hours, or at least I thought it was hours. When I came out of the bathroom, I wrapped a soft towel around my still damp body and dried my hair. It had really grown during the summer, almost reaching my ass. I didn't hear any sounds in the house, so I thought Wendy must be out somewhere. I decided to celebrate my new happiness by turning myself on. I was a little horny, and ready for some action." I almost wished that I had someone with me, but then I pushed that thought out of my mind. I had promised myself that I would be good-at least until I was living at the dorm and out of this house. Maybe I would meet some nice guy and have a normal relationship, like other girls did.
I went over to my bed and stretched out-letting the towel drop around my naked body. God, I felt good! My body smelled so good, and I was deliciously clean all Over! I even felt that I had purged my mind from all the past encounters. Audrey was the past now; never would I see her again. Of this I was sure. I ran my hands down my flat, taut stomach and twirled the little curly dark hairs of my mound between my fingers, tugging on them gently. I brought one of my hands up to my breasts, running across them lightly until I saw my pink nipples stiffen and stand out from my breasts. Ummmmm ... I loved the way my creamy skin felt as I danced with my fingers across the twin peaks. I wished that I had someone with me, someone who would be tender and loving, someone who would cherish my lovely, svelte sexuality. Damn! Why did I have to put up with these thoughts? Why me? But I couldn't help it. I saw Wendy and Clara before me, the same fantasy I had many times before. I needed them. But I couldn't allow myself to think about them, I just couldn't!
I bit down on my hp as if somehow this would control my thoughts. I brought out the spongy, rubbery dildo and brought it over to the bed with me. I threw the towel on the floor and spread out, exasperated with myself, but determined that this dildo would do the trick! I had to erase all thoughts of Clara and Wendy.
I wet my forefinger really good and slid it down my belly to bury it in the fat cunt lips. Shit! Just the thought of Clara and Wendy had made me all wet and slippery. I easily found my pleasure button and slid my finger across the hard little top. I wriggled enthusiastically; my body was more than just a little ready. It had been almost a week since I had truly given sex any concentrated effort. Oh, a couple of nights I had sort of played with myself in bed, but this was going to be complete!
I reached for the dildo and put it in my mouth, wetting it. Then, with no hesitation or any more foreplay, I thrust it hard into my crevice. Ohhh ... it felt good ... really good, almost as good as Wendy's tongue would be, licking me and sucking me ... shit, stop thinking about Wendy ... concentrate on fucking, on fucking this wonderful dildo, fucking it only....
"Camille, could you zip me..
I jumped up and stared at the door! Wendy was there, her mouth hanging open and her eyes on my exposed, widened pussy, the dildo hanging out! I jerked my legs together and began to explain, but she merely turned and ran down the hah!
I slammed the dildo down on the floor and grabbed my robe, running after her-I had to explain, I didn't want her to be upset with me!
"Wendy listen to me! I was just playing around, you know, you told me about it, remember? Open the door, Wendy, I'm all dressed."
I deliberately kept my voice in an even tone, trying to convince her that what I was doing was casual, nothing for her to get upset about.
"Co away, you're disgusting! Using one of those awful things! You ought to be ashamed!"
I couldn't say any more to her-she wouldn't listen. I couldn't help but cry, cry for losing the friendship I had only recently gained. Why was I so stupid? I could have at least locked the door. Without even thinking, I went down the hall to the telephone. I knew that Clara would help me. This time she would understand. I knew she would.
Clara came onto the phone and was businesslike about the entire matter. She listened to my story and then said without any hesitation that she would be over in five minutes. She told me to get dressed and to stop crying.
I hung up the phone and like a robot, I did as she said. I put on my long, tight blue T-shirt dress, with no underwear. It clung sexily to my body and I brushed my hair to one side, letting it hang down my shoulder and over one breast. Then I washed my face, sprayed some perfume, and went downstairs to await Clara. I knew that Clara had something up her sleeve; her voice had clearly indicated as much.
I had just stepped off the bottom step of the stairs when the doorbell rang. I went to let in Clara. She looked magnificent, her well-cherished head of pale blonde hair hung full around her face, and she had on just the right amount of silvery eye shadow. I gave her my best smile and we went in to the living room. I followed behind her, observing her full, round fanny twitching as she walked. Clara was wearing the tightest jeans I had ever seen on anyone, but she somehow managed to make them look comfortable. She sat down opposite me, her blouse straining across her upturned breasts. Like me, she wore no bra to hide her pulsating breasts.
"Well, what happened, sweetie?" She demanded, crossing her long legs in front of her.
"Like I told you on the phone ... I was sort of, uh, playing around with this dildo I have and uh, uh, she came in and then went to her room, running and then she said that I was disgusting, but I'm not, Clara, I'm really not."
"Of course you're not. Wendy's just funny about some things. She doesn't mean to be, but well, as I'm sure you've noticed by now, her family's kind of weird. Poor kid, she's seen her father doing it with me, and then you, and her mother, well that's a whole story! It doesn't matter now, the thing's that important is for us to help her to understand her own feelings. She's afraid of a lot of things, things that are normal, like eating cake, even. Aren't you afraid of some things?"
"Sure-lots of things. Like, like sometimes I'm afraid I'll be an old maid and turn into an ugly old lesbian, like Audrey."
Clara snorted at the mention of Audrey. I could tell by her expression that she knew exactly what I had been through, only this time she didn't scold me. "Well, that's a foolish idea-just look at yourself, kid, you're a knock-out! Just you wait until school starts, you'll be the star of the freshman class! Listen, Camille honey, I'm gonna level with you, okay? I'm a bisexual, you know what that means?"
"Yeah, I think so. It means you like men and women, right?"
"Right, on the nose. That doesn't make me a lesbian. It just means that I'm normal. I have a healthy desire for both sexes, you get it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"So, if you feel the same way, and I have reason to believe that you do, it's nothing to be ashamed of, believe me. The only problem is yourself. If you feel bad about it, then you've got problems. That's the trouble with Wendy. She won't accept the fact that she's bi."
"Wendy's bi?" I stammered, unable to believe what I was hearing. Maybe, just maybe, there was some chance that she and I....
"Of course, that's why she gets so upset with the things you do. She probably wanted to make love with you when she saw you there in your room. It's normal you know."
"Wow... I never realized that before."
"Yeah, why one time she even let me get a little daring with her, but these guilt feelings she has stopped her. She wouldn't admit to herself that she wanted me."
"But why not? If I wanted you, I'd let you do anything with me."
"But you're different, baby ... you know, I'll tell you something else, too. I've been wanting to make it with you ever since I met you, but Wendy made me promise that I wouldn't. You see what I mean?"
"Oh, Clara, I want you, too ... I think I always have," I went on, pushing her, wanting her to strip her clothes off and melt into my arms. But she shook her head at me, and uncrossed her legs.
"Listen, I have a plan that might work out good for all of us. You willing to try it?"
I nodded silently, my widened eyes on her face, the beauty of her high cheekbones and luscious mouth putting me in a trance. God, how I wanted her!
"Well, here's the idea. I think Wendy has been weakening and I'll tell ya why. Last weekend at the beach she let me kiss her, once, and then she deliberately let me see her naked, more than a couple of times. Man, we were really happy, you know. But then she got scared. So, I think all it'll take is a little planning on our part-for her own good, you understand."
I nodded again and let her words overpower me. I would do anything to help. Anything.
"I happen to know that Wendy loves dancing, especially erotic kind of dancing. That's how we almost made it the first time, I was dancing for her and she got so hot, but then she backed out So, I'll go up and get her to come downstairs. You put on some erotic, sexy music and start dancing around the room to it. I'll bet you're really good at that. Then, well just see what happens from there. But I'll betcha she weakens. You know, she really wants us both, I can tell...."
Clara got up from the chair and came over to me, pulling me up into her arms, where she gently put her arms around me and then kissed me fully on the lips. It was ecstasy! Her lips were so soft and so full, melting into mine. I pulled her even closer so that my breasts crushed against hers.
"Hold it baby, well get to that, I just wanted to feel your body and it's everything I knew it would be. If this crazy plan of mine backfires, we can still make it together ... that's a promise, kid."
Clara gave me a little kiss on my cheek and left, her tall, curvaceous body making my pussy get all wet. I tore my eyes away from her and went to look for a record I could dance to. I hoped this worked! It all seemed so crazy that it would probably work. I also thought Wendy had wanted me for a long time, too. I remembered the first night in my bedroom. Wow . . . Wendy and Clara together-it would be my fantasy come true! I was so excited that my hands were shaking as I selected a record. I knew the songs, knew that they had a firm, steady, pulsating beat that I could dance well to. I put it on and turned the stereo on, not too loud, but loud enough to be clearly heard.
The heavy beat was all I needed to practically set me on fire. Already my heart was pounding in my ears and my whole body was trembling with anticipation for them. I would succeed! I would titillate them until they rushed for me, and covered me with their hot, wiry bodies. Ummm ... I closed my eyes and began to move around the dimly lit living room. I held my arms above my head and began to shift the weight of my body from one foot to the other, swaying to the music, moving my hips from side to side and letting my hair fly around my head.
I heard movement and opened my eyes to see Clara and Wendy coming into the room. Wendy looked beautiful! Her hair was all shiny and dark, framing her glowing face. She almost looked like a Madonna. Wendy was wearing a sleek dress, with night-sheer stockings that covered her creamy legs. She sat down in a chair near the door and Clara sauntered over to the couch, stretching her long body out with one leg raised across the top. She looked like she had fire inside of her body-I knew she was ready. But we had to be patient, we have to give Wendy all the time she needed. She had to be the one to make the first move.
The music was building up and my body was beginning to lose me. I was slowly going into bumps and grinds, like some stripper. I had never done a real strip before, I didn't count Cranston that time in his studio, but my body was a natural. It flowed to the music, with no effort at all. I watched as Clara lit a cigarette and saw that her fingers were shaking. I knew she was hot and waiting for me, and for Wendy. I began to rum around, moving closer to Wendy, my eyes opened enough to watch her. She was responding-her lips were wet and she was panting, I could hear her the closer I got. Her two hands were clenching the chair arms. She was nervous and tense, but I thought maybe that was a good sign. She, too, lit a cigarette-her hands shaking more than Clara's. I stared down at her breasts, they were heaving up and down under her dress. I knew she was getting hot, but maybe she was trying to restrain herself. If she was anything like me, she wouldn't be able to.
Just as I was starting to twist and turn my body even faster, I saw Clara get up and leave the room. Why was she doing that? It didn't make any sense. But I couldn't stop dancing, I couldn't I moved closer still to Wendy and began to lower my body, spreading my legs wide and moving in giant circles with my hips, my arms above my head like a combination ballet dancer-stripper. Wendy was licking her lips now, the passion clear in her eyes. But she was also afraid, I could smell it.
Clara came back in the living room with a bottle of wine. She poured us each a glass and put mine on the table near the sofa. I watched Wendy gulp down half of hers and I knew it was time to go further.
Very slowly I began to peel my dress from my shoulders, slipping the wide neck down to my elbows, but covering my bare breasts. Then as the music picked up, I let the top of my dress fall to my waist, my breasts swinging as I moved around the room. Clara applauded, her mouth in a seductive smile. I looked at Wendy, but she was frozen, her eyes a blank stare on my breasts. I turned my back to them and took the glass of wine, sipping it some and then putting it back. I bent over and tugged my dress down my hips, my bare fanny exposed now to their eyes and moving in little grinds. Then, I couldn't waste anymore time-I jerked the dress down completely and stepped out of it. I turned to face them-my body covered with a sheen of perspiration and hot, very hot for them. I moved wildly now, dancing with great leaps around the room, holding my breasts in my hands at times and squeezing them. , Clara's eyes followed my every move.
The music was dying down and I began to slow down, carefully moving around them both. I knew my pussy was dripping wet and hotter than it had ever been-I was almost living my fantasy! Without any hesitation, I moved to Clara and began to unbutton her blouse, my fingers shaking with anticipation. I saw Wendy sit forward in her chair, her eyes on Clara's face. But Clara had gone into a dream, her head was held back and her eyes were closed as I fumbled with her buttons. At last they were undone! Her breasts loomed magnificent before me! They were large pears, perfectly shaped, and the dark nipples led me to reach down with my mouth and implant two little wet kisses upon each nipple. She moaned with a loud grant and moved her body under me. I went down to her jeans and undid them. She lifted her body off the sofa so that I could pull them down and off-she wasn't wearing any underwear! Her pubic hair was just as I had dreamed it would be-all fluffy and pale blonde, curly and sensuous to the touch. I let my fingers dig into her mound gently, feeling the wetness that told me she was ready. I pulled her up to me and holding her only by her hands, we danced around the room together. Clara was laughing softly and moving her body in perfect time to mine!
The two of us were made to dance together. We brought our bodies together at just the right times, our breasts just grazing each other as we met for brief moments. I was so hot for her I couldn't bear it, but her eyes told me to be patient, to let Wendy join us. I saw that Wendy was really nervous now; she was chain smoking, but watching us, watching our every move.
Then, just as one song ended, Clara brought me into her arms, her lips meeting mine in perfect unison. We held each other, not tightly, and kissed-one long, delicious kiss as our tongues explored the other's mouth, digging in and probing with our tongues. Clara's mouth was so sweet, so juicy and sensual as she ran her long tongue around the roof of my mouth, sucking occasionally on my tongue.
I felt Clara's hands running down my back, reaching the part of my body where my fanny separates into distinct mounds of flesh. She pulled my fanny up with her hands, straining me to reach up. Clara was taller than me, but this was good for me, I could reach her breasts easily with my mouth. I pulled away from her mouth so that I could discover her breasts, but she slipped away from me, laughing, running across the room.
"Catch me if you can, catch me!" Clara called to me, her tongue running around her full, reddened lips.
I began to chase her around the room, both of us lost in our little game-until I stopped dead in my tracks! Wendy had suddenly gotten out of her chair and caught Clara in her arms! I fell back to the sofa, watching the two of them-Wendy was sobbing hard into Clara's breasts, her short arms clasped around Clara's body and her round little ass moving frantically against Clara! Clara, very cool and calm, despite the passionate look in her eyes, gently laid Wendy down on the sofa. I watched as Clara pulled the dress open, tearing it, but being careful not to be too rough. Wendy was wearing a bra, but I could see the fullness of her breasts overflowing from the black lacy cups of her bra. The dress came off easily, and next Clara's expert hands pulled the slip down, smiling as she saw Wendy's red panties. Next came the panties, Wendy's dark hair standing out proud from her white skin. I had to be closer, so I moved over to the sofa, still on the floor, but close enough now to touch Wendy if I wanted to. Clara left on Wendy's very sexy black garter belt, just like the one Cranston had given me, and her stockings, running her hands along Wendy's legs until Wendy cooed and moaned with pleasure. Then Wendy sat up.
All three of us looked at each other, our tense and waiting bodies debating the intensity of this moment as we began to slowly gravitate to each other. Our respective masks were shed as we began to stroke our bodies, tenderly and with a softness of touch that I have a feeling only women can have. My hands ran down the velvety softness of Wendy's neck, the fingers pressing into her skin just enough so that she would know of my burning desire. I finally reached her firm, round, blooming breasts, my hands unable to stand it any longer as I fell onto her chest with my mouth open and hungry for her nipples. Just as I clasped my mouth onto her bud of a nipple, I felt Clara's hands on my neck, pushing me deeper into Wendy, so that my head was nestled between her breasts!
"Ohh, baby, I've waited so long, so very long for this moment, you can't begin to know ..." I heard Clara's throaty, sexy voice purring into Wendy and me. I moved my head over to make room for Clara. Together, we both began to chew on Wendy's hard nipples, our heads together and the most wildly frenetic sounds emanating from our throats. Wendy was crying and thrashing about under us, her body so hot under me and her nipples truly the most delicious things!
"I love you both, I do, I do!" Wendy cried out, and embraced us as best she could with her arms, one of her hands on my breasts and her other hand on Clara's. We were wild together-the three of us so lost and so involved with each other. I moved my hand down to her pillow of pubic hairs and began to search for her button, her blown-up clit!
Wendy was wet-wetter than I had thought possible. I groped wildly into her dripping cunt, my fingers spreading her cunt lips apart and digging into her soft and pliant flesh. And then, somehow, we all three went onto the floor, our bodies slippery and wet, but hot, very hot. I found myself entangled between Clara's magnificent long legs, my head thrust into her blonde cunt. I looked up long enough to see that we had managed to form a triangle. My head in Clara's pussy, and Clara's head in Wendy's pussy and Wendy, bless her, her head in mine. I felt her hot lips sucking the juice from my pussy, her tongue plunging into my vagina. I began to move faster and faster, my hips gyrating as she bit me, pulled me, and gave me the most wonderful tongue fucking my pussy had ever experienced! I took out my feelings on Clara's wonderfully succulent pussy, taking the flesh from her cunt lips into my mouth and sucking, licking her hairs down and then tickling her clit with my tongue.
We were going wild, the sounds were beautiful, and I was in love! I finally took my hands and gingerly put my fingers into Clara's vagina! She yelled loudly and I came! Quickly and violently! For at that moment Wendy had sucked deeply into my burning and throbbing crevice, giving way to my bursting insides!
I immediately sensed that my exploding orgasm had been simultaneous with Clara and Wendy--our wet, slippery bodies were moving all over the floor, squirming to reach and suck everything we could-I was mad, insanely so, with desire for the both of them. I could feel my nipples hard and surging with passion, and I turned over on my back, leaving the juicy, delicious pussy of Clara, and letting my rounded breasts be seen, ready to be sucked. In no time at all, Wendy had slid up from my pussy, her face all wet and shiny-beautiful! She clutched at my fleshy breasts with her hands, and then her mouth came down on me, her lips surrounding my nipples and pulling on them with her teeth. I was in heaven! I must be! I grasped Wendy's body, loving the feel of her soft, pliant body on mine, and looking backward for Clara. But Clara was not to be left out for a moment-she squatted over my face, her swollen cunt lowering down on my open mouth and searching tongue. I lifted my head just enough to reach her and probed her membranous skin with my tongue, loving the taste of her!
"Ohhh, Camille, baby, you're terrific-eat me, eat me! Let me come in your face ... I want to wet you, now, baby...."
I took her urgings and beat my tongue against her clit, rubbing the hardened dot faster and faster, her body moving as fast as my tongue-it was too much for me, I could hardly keep my mind on anything as Wendy tormented my nipples and I bore into Clara! I pulled Clara down so that her spread cunt lips would crush my face, and I buried my face in her, my tongue reaching in far to suck her vag, trying to pull every drop of juice from her.
Clara let out a long, sensual moan, and fell to her side, her legs spread over me and Wendy as I watched her face twisting as she came-her parted lips were honey to me and I had to kiss her, I had to!
"Clara, come over her, let me kiss you, now.
Clara fell over me, her full, hot lips down on mine and we merged into one as she gave me a long, pulsating kiss. I was getting dizzy from the heat emanating from my body, and I knew my sore nipples could take little more. Wendy had not let go of them. As Clara moved from my lips to Wendy's pussy, I pulled Wendy into my mouth, giving her the same wonderful tongue I had given to Clara-ramming it into her mouth, and sucking on her full lips. We were all three covered with each other's juices, deliciously wet and still wanting more.
Just as I was ready for Wendy's lovely red nipples to enter my mouth, I saw Clara jump up from our triangle and run out of the room. I knew she would come back, so I eagerly brought Wendy back to me, her lips on my neck, planting tiny, slobbery kisses. I cringed with childlike delight at this new aspect of Wendy and held her tightly to my body. Our breasts were meshed together, so soft and cushiony! This was what I had wanted, wanted for so long now, and now I had it! I had Wendy and Clara, both of them, giving me love and passion!
"Oh, Camille, I'm so happy ... you're so warm and wet, it's just perfect!" Wendy whispered into my ear, her tongue outlining the shape of my ear. I wriggled around her body, squeezing her to me and kneading her round, soft ass. Just then we heard Clara coming back into the room, and before I turned around to look up at her, I bent over Wendy's body and ran my wet tongue down the length of her curvy legs-over the sexy silk of her black stockings. She laughed out loud as I tickled the inner sides of her thighs, and then plowed into her fat little pussy with my mouth.
"Girls, girls, may I have your attention?" Clara was saying in a mock schoohnarm way.
We both reluctantly looked up at her and gasped! What was that thing she was holding in her arms?
"What-what-what is that?" Wendy stammered and I nodded my head.
"This, girls, is what I call a double dildo. Notice, carefully, if you please, that instead of the boring one head, this one has two. Get it, double your fun, and all that shit? Much better than anything else I know of. Who's first?" Clara's voice had now dropped down to her sexy low tone, her eyes sparkling as she surveyed the two of us, her obvious desire raging in her body. I had seen a picture of one of them in a magazine, so I thought I knew what to do with it, so I spoke up, "Me and who?"
"Me, baby. And you, Wendy, dear-watch and learn; you'll dig it, too."
Clara sat down opposite me, her legs spread, and her hands holding the long, thick double dildo. She gave me a terribly provocative wink, and handed one end of the dildo to me. I took it, my hands folding over the head and trying to squeeze the hard rubber. I could squeeze it a little--it was much spongier than I had thought it was and very sexy to my touch. Clara had already began to play with her end, teasing her pussy with it, and then she shoved it in, but only a few inches.
"Put your end in, Camille; come on, baby, I'm all hot for it...."
But before I could even touch myself, Wendy had reached over and opened my cunt lips wide, her fingers massaging my pussy and making it even wetter! She held me open wide and I slid the giant dildo inside, but not too far. Wendy let go of my pussy and began to rub her hands on my breasts, looking at the both of us with her mouth watering for the same thing. And then-the great double dildo began to come alive! Clara and I were squirming toward each other, pushing the dildo into both of us more and more, deeper and deeper! Clara reached for my hands and I gave them to her-we held on tightly and began to move, really move! The dildo was in deep now, the space between our pussies very short as we both worked up a rhythm to each other, riding the dildo for all we were worth! And then-it hit the end of my vag and I felt Clara's wet pubic hairs clash with mine as our mounds met and crushed together!
"Ohhh, God, help me, this is too much!" I screamed as the thrusting dildo devoured me, Clara pushing into me and panting loud in my ear. Her luscious blonde hair was falling in my face as I worked harder to push into her, craving this wonderful rubber thing, and the things it was doing to me! It was wildly ecstatic! I held onto Clara's shoulders and together we rode it, bouncing up and down on the floor, taking it all in completely and hungrily.
Wendy was not idle throughout this. Her hands were stretched and groping each of our breasts, pulling and tugging on them, giving me the ultimate in orgasmic thrills! I felt the rushing waves of my orgasm beginning at my feet, tingling and clenching my muscles as it came up my entire body, shaking me and pulsating through my in-sides!
Clara was pulling back from me, taking the dildo with her so that it was now slowly moving in and out my vagina, tormenting me to unknown heights! I fought against her, pushing to get it inside of me, and panting so hard that I thought I might have a heart attack!
"NOW!" Clara yelled out loud and with a gigantic surge of force, she rushed into my body, the dildo tight inside the both of us, so that our breasts crashed together and Wendy held our shoulders and moaned with us. I threw my head back and let the orgasm explode every tissue in my body, the skin tingling and my heart racing!
"Ohhhhh, aughhh ..." I heard coming from my own mouth as I fell back on the floor, my hands limp beside my body. Clara, too, must have come 'with me, for she fell back also, the dildo still hard, but stretched now between us. I felt Wendy's hands tugging on the dildo and she pulled one end from me. I sat up, propped on my elbows and watched her dark head bend over and lick my juices from the dildo. How tender it was! I reached for her and she gave me a kiss, the sweetest ever, but it did not last long enough! She had taken the dildo and put my end in her pussy!
I turned on my side to watch as Wendy began to move it inside of her, her lips in a slight smile. Clara was still lying flat on the floor, but aware of what had happened. She was gyrating her hips to assist Wendy, her eyes closed, but knowing. I moved then to Clara's head, so that I could play with her large, upward-turned breasts as Wendy took the dildo in. Very soon, Clara had recovered from her, last orgasm and she was going at it again with Wendy-their two bodies dancing together over the dildo! Clara's pale blonde hair was mingling with Wendy's wavy dark hair and I could no longer sit still and watch.
I sat on my knees, my hands stroking their hair, spreading it out over their wet shoulders. They were moving slower together, gasping and planting little kisses on each other's breasts as they bent over. The dildo was still not completely inside of them both, and I wanted them to hurry-I wanted to experience their orgasms with them, again. I wet my forefinger and put-it down to my clit-a bull's-eye! T rubbed around it, teasing myself and watching Clara and Wendy! This was my fantasy, all come true!
Wendy's stockings were wrinkled now, her legs bent up in the air as she began to move closer and closer into Clara, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, but not at all ugly. She was beautiful-a dark queen as she squealed and grabbed Clara by the waist, pulling Clara into her! Even Wendy's knees were worth lots of attention as I stared at them both, my new orgasm building inside me, a rocket ready for take-off. Clara was yielding her entire body to Wendy's advantage-holding her head back and letting Wendy take over. It was so gloriously sensual as Wendy slowly pushed in deeper, her fingers spreading and kneading Clara's pussy as she plunged in.
"Wendy, Wendy baby, do it to me! Fuck me!" Clara yelled, but softly, her voice throaty and eyes misty with sensual desire for Wendy. Wendy wasted no time in her movements; she shoved it all the way in and began to bounce! Just like Clara and me, Only it was more beautiful for me, I could see everything! I clenched my fingers on my clit and held it tight between two fingers, holding back my own orgasm until I saw them explode into each other!
Their orgasm was long and winding as their backs arched like cats and they clenched together! I was in rapturous joy as I let go of my clit and exploded along with them, our cries soft and yet fiery! It was the completeness I had desired-so womanly and so passionate! I fell back to the floor, exhausted, while Clara and Wendy embraced each other, the dildo now on the floor, all wet. This was their moment, and I did not want to intrude. For myself, I picked up the dildo and held it between my breasts, rubbing the wetness on my nipples and sighing contentedly....
It was a few minutes later when I saw Wendy's head bending over me-a serene smile on her face, no doubts now present as she began to kiss and lick me, from my neck down to my swollen and aching pussy. Clara was beside me now and she was watching, silent and with a smile on her luscious lips. I reached for her hand and we clenched together as Wendy began to play with my pussy. I didn't know if I could possibly find the energy to come again, but I probably would. Wendy had taken the dildo from my breasts and was using it to tease my clit-rubbing the wet tip of it in little circles.
I felt the hot tip at the entrance to my hot little hole, still open and ready for more. She was deliberately teasing me, putting it in only enough to let me know it was there. I lifted my legs and bent them, revealing everything to her as she sat between my thighs. Clara was getting hot again, too, her breathing was faster and her eyes were wide open. I arched my back and Wendy took the hint to slide the dildo inside of me-easily and slowly so that I could savor every new touch and every new feeling. The anticipation was keen as she moved it in more and more. I wanted her to get on the other end of the dildo and make it complete, but she still held the dildo in her hand. She was guiding the dildo along inside of me, I could feel every inch of my vagina wall as it-spread me wide and kissed my insides!
"Wendy, get on the other end, please, I want you to come with me, I really do..
Wendy took my words and did as I said. I could feel the tension in the dildo as she inserted it in her pussy. We were so slippery wet that it was hard not to let it go in all the way, but Clara had intervened and she held the dildo-it must have been eighteen inches long-in the center, preventing us from complete insertion. She was running her hands along the smooth wetness and then rubbing each of our clits, bringing on the most insane desire I had ever felt!
Then she jumped up and let Wendy and I race to each other, two hot little cats! The dildo plunged inside of the both of us and we rode it like a horse! I couldn't control the mad feelings that were pounding throughout my body-my orgasm was on the edge, ready to launch.
"Ohhhhhh, get into me, deeper, deeper . . ." Wendy screamed, and rammed herself into me, piercing me deep as the dildo shoved in. I went wild and tossed my body about recklessly as the rocket went off-the orgasm tore me, battered me, and I let it. I let everything come at once and watched Wendy as she, too, was overcome with orgasmic shivers!
I think I must have blacked out from the weight of my orgasm. When I next opened my eyes, the dildo was gone from my pussy and Wendy and Clara were lying beside me, their legs across my body and their breathing slightly irregular on my skin. Wendy's head was on my breasts, and I pulled my arm tight around her, tenderly and with a true love. Clara stirred in my arm, the other arm, and sighed in my ear. We were complete, our orgasms had died for the moment and we had time now to think, to savor and hold the precious feelings in our bodies.
"I love you, both ..." I declared gently, my voice shaking still from exhaustion.
"Ditto, baby, ditto." Clara said, her voice lacking in energy, but the feeling was there.
"Me, too." Wendy said with a quiet dignity that was her own style. Wendy was so soft in my arms, I thought I loved her best, but then pushed that thought from my mind. I loved them both.
"I never realized it could be so good," Wendy went on, almost as if she were talking to herself, but I knew exactly what she meant. I felt the same way. I never knew that love could change the way fucking felt. Fucking became making love-truly, even though it did sound corny and old-fashioned. But there was nothing old-fashioned about us, nothing at all.
"Yeah, and we got all our lives for more .. Clara stated, anticipation obviously there. I reached playfully for her taut nipples and gave them a little twitch. Damn, her breasts were great, so great that I could feel myself coming alive again, ready to begin again.
"You betcha." I said to them both, my hands already beginning to stroke their bodies. This is what I had been waiting for all summer. My pulsating body began to move gently against them, raring to go again.
