Sixteen year old Stacy Turner had just had her pussy shaved clean by Marlene, the blonde Swedish maid. She had been bathed, powdered and perfumed readying herself for Sir Paullis Cockerham's nightly visit.
Stacy had been alone. Her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and no one wanted to take her in. That is, until the great poet Sir Paullis was willing to buy the rights to be her legal guardian.
He liked having a little girl around the house. He had found after years of research that they make the best lovers.
She had been a virgin when she first arrived at the Cockerham Estate, and Sir Paullis had taught her, step-by-step, , to become the masterful lover she would need to be to deserve his visits.
Stacy now lay in the dark with her legs spread wide open, the lips of her cunt parted and waiting.
The door opened: a large figure of a muscular man stood in the doorway. It was Sir Paullis!
He was so old and she was so young but they had found blissful common ground in the wonders of human sexuality.
He moved slowly toward the bed, unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Stacy knew that soon she would be able to see his bulging cock, and soon she would feel it sinking deep into her tight and wet quim.
A shiver went down her spine making her shiver in delight.
"Fuck me!" Stacy screamed, her lust overcoming her.
Sir Paullis pulled down his pants and his stiff hard-on popped out. It was huge.
"Fuck me hard until I come!" she begged.
CHAPTER ONE
It had been a lonely world for Stacy Turner since her rich parents bad died in a plane crash over Zaire while on safari. She had been passed from relative to relative. No one wanted her.
She was a very pretty sixteen year old with coal black hair and deep brown eyes.
She spent the first three weeks being an orphan with her Aunt Betty and her Uncle Ken who were cruel to her, not allowing her to leave the house alone and forcing her to take her meals in her attic room instead of joining the rest of the family.
When that didn't work out, she had been sent to live with her drunken Uncle Frank who made her do housework for sixteen hours a day and tried to force her into his bed each night.
But she managed to keep her precious cherry intact.
Uncle Frank was always very drunk so Stacy had been able to fight him off each time he made one of his vile advances.
It was at this time that a friend of her father's, the award winning poet, Sir Paullis Cockerham, caught wind of her dilemma, and offered Uncle Frank a thousand dollars for the right to be Stacy's legal guardian. Sir Paullis was originally from London, where he had been knighted. He had relocated in America, in a mansion on the Hudson River, in Westchester County, in New York State.
Stacy had met Sir Paullis twice. Once while visiting Europe with her parents, and then again on a visit with her parents to the Cockerham estate in America. She remembered him as a charming and handsome man so when her Uncle Frank told her she would be going with him to live, she jumped at the idea and immediately began packing her bags.
A limousine picked her up and drove her upstate. Stacy was wearing a white dress that made her skin and hair seem very dark. She wanted to look her best for her new legal guardian.
The luxury automobile was black and long and had a bar and a television in the back. Stacy flipped the TV set on and tried to imagine what her new life would be like.
Sir Paullis was such a famous man. She read about him all the time in the newspapers. He was always setting a trend, or playing host to a society happening. And now she would be part of that scene. The thought scared her a little but it excited her too.
She knew Sir Paullis was a widower and he had a thirteen year old son named Ronald. She had never met Ronald but the impression she got from the media was that he was on the wimpish side. But what male wouldn't seem wimpish next to such an accomplished and virile father.
When the limo pulled up in front of Sir Paullis' mansion a black servant, who introduced himself as Sam, carried her luggage into the huge house.
"Your room is upstairs," he said, giving her a small, polite bow. "Please follow me."
Stacy had grown up rich so she tried not to act impressed by the spiral staircase that led to the upstairs bedrooms.
"Sir Paullis is out of town for the weekend," Sam said setting her bags down in her new room. It was very large with white shag carpeting and a big soft double bed that had hand-carved bedposts. "You will get to see him on Monday morning. Until then you are to make yourself at home. Dinner is at precisely six o'clock, tea is served at four. You may go anywhere in the house except the master bedroom. No one has been allowed in there since Lady Cockerham passed away."
Stacy thanked Sam very much. He bowed again and shut the door behind him as he left.
Stacy ran across the room and dove onto her new bed and sunk deep into its yielding mattress.
What a lucky girl she was. When she had found out that her parents were dead she had gone into a deep state of shock. She had been unable to speak. It took her two days before she could even cry. She had never felt so alone and unloved. But now things certainly were looking up. She would be very nice to Sir Paullis and she would live happily ever after under his loving wing.
The very thought of Sir Paullis, with whom she'd had a terrible crush when she met him the first time in Paris when she was fourteen, sent Stacy's teenage libido jumping about. She could feel a tingle in her loins like she had never experienced before.
Maybe someday I will be the first to be allowed in the master bedroom, Stacy thought to herself, feeling warm and safe on the bed. She walked over to her bedroom door and locked it. Next to her bed was a full length mirror. Stacy stood in front of it and admired the way she looked in her pure white dress. She had hoped Sir Paullis would get to see her in it. She wanted to look the part of the innocent virgin that she was. She hoped after she met Sir Paullis that would change.
She pulled her dress up high so she could see her legs all the way up to the top of her thighs. They were long shapely legs that any man would want to caress. Yes, even a man who had his choice of all the women in the world would want to stroke those thighs. Why else would Sir Paullis have taken the time and energy to purchase her legal rights?
She removed the dress and hung it carefully in the closet. She could see the small wet stain in the front of her panties. All of this thinking about Paullis had made her cunt lubricate itself. It was now running with love juices. She took off her bra and panties and stood once again in front of the mirror. She ran her hands over her large firm breast and felt how hard the nipples were, ready to be sucked with a well-trained mouth. Her tits sat high on her chest and her erect nipples pointed up.
"I look positively yummy!" Stacy said to herself. The yearning in her crotch had become stronger now. Never before had she felt so sexy. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs so she could see the pink wet folds of flesh inside her cunt. She ran her hands over the insides of her thighs and she pretended they were Sir Paullis' hands touching her there.
She became engulfed by her fantasy.
Looking in the mirror, Stacy could see how her clitoris had become erect and was peeking out from the little boat that usually all but covered it. With a single fore-finger, she touched herself as lightly as she could right on the head of her stiff clit.
The joy her body gave her ran the entire length of her spine. She wished her hymen had already been torn away so she wouldn't have to feel the pain when Sir Paullis took her virginity away. She knew he would. Why else was she here? Stacy held the puffed out lips of her cunt open with her fingertips, being careful not to scratch herself with her long polished fingernails. She could see deep up into her love tunnel now.
She ran her middle finger between her legs, starting at the mouth of her asshole, tracing a slow line between her cunt lips, all the way up to her clit. She felt like a real woman, a real grown up lady, able to please a man and enjoy the wonders of flesh herself.
Stacy had not only never been laid, she had never had an orgasm. She had been told by her mother that touching herself was dirty, so whenever she got that strange tingling in her cunt, she had always tried to think about something else. But now her mother was gone and the time had passed for such silly taboos. She touched herself harder now, and felt the years of pent up pleasure begin to surface all at once.
She saw that her face was flushed and knew this was yet another symptom of womanhood.
She wanted to know everything about her body now, so she could use her joyous sensations to be a good lover. She thought of using the handle to her hairbrush to get rid of her hymen forever, but she remembered that taking a virgin was very often a man's prime fantasy, so she would leave 'the honors to Paullis.
Her cunt was very wet now, and Stacy could hear herself muttering small groans of pleasure. She began to flick back and forth over her clit with her finger. The juices were flowing freely out of her cunt and the insides of her thighs were shiny and damp.
Stacy wanted someone, anyone, to be there with her. She knew she was about to have her first orgasm and she wanted to share it. All of the muscles in her body were tense. Her head was thrown back and her back was arched. She. no longer had an urge to watch herself. She shut her eyes tightly and thrust her free hand up in the air, stretching for the ceiling, opening her fingers wide.
Stacy could smell the musky odor of lust rising from her crotch and she knew the smell of her sex was slowly filling the room. She recognized the smell from her parents bedroom after a long and loud session of fucking.
Stacy could feel herself on the edge of ecstasy. All that she had ever imagined, all that she had ever dreamed, was about to become reality!
Then there was a knock at the door.
Stacy stopped playing with herself, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
She heard the door-knob jiggle.
"Who is it," Stacy said meekly, trying not to let the lust in her voice be heard. She was out-of-breath and there was a thin layer of sweat covering her body.
"It's Marlene, the maid. It's time for your bath."
"Go away," Stacy said. All she had to do was touch herself a few more times and her body would explode in blissful orgasm. A bath could wait.
"I'm afraid you must take your bath now. Sir Paullis runs his household according to the clock. Please let me in."
"Why do I need to let you in to take a bath," Stacy complained. "I am a big girl now and I can bathe in privacy, thank-you."
"One of my jobs here is to bathe family," Marlene said through the door. For the first time Stacy could tell that the maid spoke with a Swedish accent. "It is a tradition. Sir Paullis will be upset if he hears you wanted to bathe yourself."
Stacy did not want to do anything to upset Paullis so she threw on a bathrobe and opened the door.
Marlene had been outside the door for a few moments before she knocked and she had heard the tiny cries of passion that Stacy had uttered while touching her cunt. She knew how close Stacy was to coming.
The maid was a tall blonde woman, in her late twenties, with long straight blonde hair and huge breasts. In her hand she held a large brown sponge, designed to be very soft.
"I think you will find bath-time one of the more pleasurable aspects of living here," Marlene said in her thick Scandanavian accent. "The master likes all of the members of the household to be very clean. I am very good at giving baths. It is my job."
Stacy was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that she had not been asleep Her face was very red, and there were still small beads of sweat on her fore-head. She could still smell the scent of her cunt on her fingers.
Marlene let on that she didn't know Stacy had been jacking-off. She began to draw a bath in the adjacent bathroom.
"Remove your robe," Marlene instructed. "There is no point in being shy in front of me."
Stacy slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.Marlene puckered her lips and let out a whistle.
"You are a very attractive woman," the maid said, raising an eyebrow. "The master will be very pleased with you."
"Thank you very much," Stacy said, looking down at her feet. She had never felt another woman admiring her before. She was still very horny and the maid's comment sent a fresh flow of juices running from her cunt.
"You are also very excitable," Marlene said, noticing how swollen Stacy's labia were, sticking out and visible from her patch of black pubic hair. "One of the best aspects of one of my baths, or at least so they tell me, is my ability to relieve one of their, uh, tensions."
Stacy understood. She realized the maid knew exactly what she had been doing. She hoped the maid would not tell the master. That would be terrible. Just an awful way to start out with a new family.
"I am very discreet," Marlene said softly. "I think we will be very good friends. The master will want you to be very clean when he visits you, so you will have to be bathed daily by my expert hands."
"When he visits me?"
"You will find out more about that later. Now, will you please step into the tub."
Stacy walked into the bathroom and stuck a toe in the tub to check the water's temperature. It was perfect, very hot, yet not so hot as to burn. Stacy slipped herself under the delicious water, so only her face was sticking out. The tub was very long, so Stacy could stretch out her legs. She shut her eyes and thought about the throbbing in her cunt that wouldn't leave her alone.
When she opened her eyes and looked at Marlene, she saw the maid had removed her white uniform and was standing next to the tub stark naked.
"Sometimes young Ronald splashes when he is bathed so I do this not to get wet. I hope you don't mind," Marlene said, her voice now lower and slightly seductive.
Stacy shook her head that she did not mind. What a strange house this was. Yet, no one had hurt her so she felt no need to be afraid.
She would let fate take its course and would do everything anyone asked of her. She wanted to fit right in. Even though the maid struck her as a little weird she would allow herself to be bathed without a peep. If she blew this deal, she would be sent back to her Uncle Frank, and she certainly didn't want to do that.
Marlene wet Stacy's hair and poured a little shampoo onto her head. Stacy could feel the maid's strong but delicate fingers massaging her scalp. Marlene was positioned so that one of her large bare breasts was directly in front of Stacy's face. Marlene treated Stacy's black hair as if it was a national treasure.
Stacy relaxed and enjoyed it. Being so close to another naked human did nothing for her throbbing clit which still stood at attention. She placed her hands on her thighs, hoping the maid would not notice. The top of the bath water was now covered with shampoo suds.
"You do not need to touch yourself," Marlene said, giving Stacy a small kiss on the forehead. "Everything will be taken care of for you."
"I've never come before," Stacy confessed. "I'm not sure what it feels like, so you'll have to forgive me if I seem a little flustered."
"It's quite alright,"-the maid said, rinsing the last of the suds from Stacy's hair. "You are very young and very "naive. Soon everything will be clear to you. For the next two years, you belong to the master, and in that time everything about being a woman will be taught to you. Orgasm is the first lesson, and one that is best gotten out of the way now. When the master visits you the first time I will see to it that you are squeaky clean, powdered and perfumed. I think you will enjoy your stay here very much."
Stacy wished that Paullis was there right then. How would she be able to wait until Monday to feel his stiff cock make her a woman? Marlene was no substitute, but she would have to do.
The maid ran a bar of scented soap over . Stacy's breast, giving special attention to the nipples that yearned to be sucked.
Marlene bent down and kissed both of Stacy's tits. Her long blonde hair dipped into the soapy bath water. It had been a long time since Stacy had felt affection, and never like this. Her mother often held her close and told her how much she loved her, and her father's crotch would bulge sometimes when she sat on his lap, but no one had ever kissed her on the breasts before and the feeling made her hips squirm at the bottom of the tub.
"Marlene, you certainly are very good at what you do," Stacy said, trying to be polite and make a good impression.
"It is nothing. It is seldom I get a chance to cleanse a body as beautiful as yours."
"Seldom?" Stacy asked. "You mean there have been others?"
"Others, yes. Like you, no. I saw the master's eyes when he heard you had nowhere to live. There is no doubt in my mind you will be very special to him."
Stacy felt her heart skip a beat and she could tell that her life had taken a drastic change for the better. She kissed Marlene's big breast that dangled in her face, and stroked the yellow hair with a wet hand.
"Yes," Stacy said, her voice now dripping with honey. "We will be very good friends."
Marlene's hands dipped down into the warm, soapy water and ran over the flat plain of Stacy's belly. Stacy parted her knees so they were touching opposite sides of the tub. Marlene's hand,, knowing and gentle, continued its journey down Stacy's body until at last it found the fertile' delta of her cunt.
Stacy's hips jerked upwards, splashing water out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.
"Would you mind if I got in the tub with you?" the maid asked sweetly.
"Come on in, the water's great!" Stacy said, and then stopped, thinking she was being too bold.
But before she could think twice the-Swedish woman had climbed into the tub and was lying flat on top of Stacy's body. Stacy wrapped her long legs around Marlene's waist and the two women ground their pussies against one another.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues rolling over one another.
Stacy had French kissed before with boys from her school, but they had always been too rough, trying to cram their tongues down her throat until she felt like gagging. Marlene's tongue was different. Every little motion was designed to give Stacy maximum pleasure.
Water was splashing all over the place and the two women were groaning with lust. Stacy could feel herself near climax again, and she knew this time no knock at the door would interrupt.
Marlene's talented fingers slipped into Stacy's crotch from behind, touching her asshole and her cunt, then finally, her clit.
Stacy felt as if a bomb had gone off in her body.
"My God! I'm coming!" Stacy shouted, forgetting there were other people in the house who might hear.
"I know my love," Marlene said, continuing to stimulate Stacy's love button with her long finger. "Roll with it. Let it take you away completely."
Stacy could no longer feel the water that covered her. For a moment she wasn't even aware of the blonde maid's body which pressed down heavy on hers. She only felt the finger, and her cunt, and the marvelous explosion that was shaking up her insides.
When the climax was over Marlene kissed Stacy on the cheek and climbed out of the tub. Stacy's muscles went lax and she felt like slipping off into a deep sleep. All of the tensions that had bound her body in a knot of loneliness seemed to drain out of her cunt into the soapy water. If sex was that good with a woman, Stacy thought, what could Sir Paullis' cock feel like?
Stacy was very thankful for what Marlene had done for her and she wanted to repay her for her kindness.
"You are such a wonderful person," Stacy said, her eyes wide with naive affection. "There must be something I can do for you."
"There are two things, you can do. First, you must never tell Sir Paullis what we do during your baths. You are to be his alone, and he must never know I have touched you in an erotic way. Second, you can learn to eat my pussy until I come too. You are the prettiest little girl have ever seen and I could think of nothing nicer than feeling your tongue lick my womanhood."
Stacy had never thought of eating a woman's pussy before. But she knew that many things in her life were changing very rapidly and she would have to learn to bend with the wind.
"I will treat you with all the tenderness of a pro," Stacy said, wondering but not caring if she was making sense. She wanted Marlene to like her.
Marlene smiled, showing straight ivory teeth and high pink gums.
"Good," she said. "After we have finished your bath, I will teach you to eat pussy. Sir Paullis likes to teach about a man himself. He would be very upset if I taught you the secrets of giving a man pleasure, but I can see no harm in you learning how to use your tongue on a woman's cunt. You may even like it."
Stacy knew she would like it. She would pretend she was eating herself, and every time Marlene gave a shiver of joy, she would feel one too.
Marlene finished bathing Stacy with the big soft sponge, giving special attention to her private parts.
"Nothing upsets Sir Paullis more than the smell of a stale cunt," Marlene said rubbing the sponge across Stacy's snatch. Stacy felt brand new waves of pleasure. "If for some reason I am not around, you must remember to wash very carefully between the lips of your cunt and your asshole too, in case he wants to take you in that manner."
Stacy nodded that she understood.
After she was all clean Stacy stepped out of the tub. Marlene dried-her off gingerly with a big fluffy towel, then powdered and perfumed her little snatch.
Stacy felt very pampered and good. She imagined she was a queen being attended to by her private hand maiden.
Marlene made sure the door to the bedroom was locked, then sprawled on her back on Stacy's bed. She ran her own fingers through the crevice of her cunt, and Stacy could see her legs stretch out and her toes curl under.
Stacy knew what was expected of her.
She positioned herself between Marlene's legs so her face was resting on one of her milky thighs.
She inhaled deeply so she could savor the scent of Marlene's pussy.
"I love your smell," Stacy said, now probing the inner lips of Marlene's quim with a tentative finger.
"You will love my taste better," Marlene said, closing her eyes and placing a guiding hand on top of Stacy's head.
Stacy's nose buried in the blonde bush above Marlene's cunt, and, sticking out her tongue she felt how soft and slippery the flesh of her cunt was. She was very wet and Stacy could taste the sweetness.
"You're right," Stacy said, drawing her tongue away for a moment. "You do taste very good."
Marlene pushed her head back down firmly. Not so hard as to be rough, but hard enough so Stacy knew exactly what the maid wanted her to do.
Stacy stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and traced a line around the inside of the outer lips.
Marlene's Swedish accent became stronger when she was sexually aroused.
"Lick my clit, now. Lick it gently, with just the tip of your tongue, then make your tongue go flat and press down on it."
Stacy tried to do exactly as she was told, but when she felt Marlene's body react to every touch, and heard her small moans, she began to ad lib.
Sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, she plunged it deep into Marlene's cunt hole. The maid let out a sharp cry, with a groan at the tail end, so Stacy knew she was enjoying it very much.
The young girl then lifted her tongue up and slapped it across Marlene's clit. Marlene increased the pressure on the top of Stacy's head, pushing her face down into her pussy.
Stacy continued licking away at the clit until she could tell Marlene was very close to climax. Then she made her tongue flat, as the maid had instructed her, and pressed down hard on her clitoris.
Marlene's hips were starting to buck like a mad mule, and Stacy had to hold on to her thighs tightly to keep from being bucked off the bed. She managed to keep her face in Marlene's crotch and her tongue directly on her clit.
Marlene began to shout something in her own language that Stacy couldn't understand. But language was not a barrier between them, the signals Marlene was sending Stacy through her body were coming through loud and clear.
Then Marlene gave one long howl. Stacy pressed down harder. Marlene climaxed and let go of Stacy's head.
"You are a very quick learner," Marlene said, panting, trying to catch her breath.
"I had a good teacher," Stacy said with a smile. And the maid left, carrying her sponge.
Stacy was alone, and for a moment she thought it had all been a dream. But then she saw the mirror had steamed from the hot bath and she knew it was all true. Such wonders were caged up inside a woman's body, she thought. I have experienced only the tip of the iceberg. When Sir Paullis arrives Monday morning there is no telling what joy will flood out of me.
On Sunday night, Stacy could not sleep. She tossed and turned deep into the night. Her fragile little heart couldn't take the anticipation.
Then she heard something that startled her. It sounded like a key unlocking her door. At first she thought that it was Marlene, returning for another sample of the teenager's tongue work.
But Marlene always knocked before entering. It was unheard of for a servant to enter a room without knocking. The door opened a crack and Stacy could see a large male form silhouetted by the light in the hall.
Stacy was naked in bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.
"Sir Paullis?" Stacy whispered, the excitement catching in her throat.
"Yes, my sweet little girl."
His footsteps were heavy across the floor.
"Shall I turn on the light?" Stacy asked, feeling her face burn from blushing.
"No, do not move at all," the English knight's voice said. "My eyes will soon adjust to the darkness and I will be able to see you fine."
The sound of his voice alone was enough to make Stacy swoon. She remembered how she had fallen so madly in love with him when they had met in Paris. She had only been a little girl but she remembered how he had commented on her beauty, and it had made her feel precious and good.
Stacy could feel him very near, and the bed moved as he sat down beside her. She could feel tender, loving fingers on her cheek.
"I can't tell you how upset I was when I heard of your parents horrible accident," he said. Stacy thought she was going to melt. By the time Sir Paullis pulled back the sheets she would be liquid. She could feel her virgin cunt lubricate itself. "I tried to make arrangements for you to come stay with me immediately, but there were legal complications. My lawyers took care of it as quickly as possible. I hope things haven't been too rough for you."
"Oh no, Sir Paullis," Stacy said, trying to make her voice seem older and sexier. Instead she sounded just like a little girl and that was how Sir Paullis Cockerham wanted her to sound. She was his little girl now, and he didn't mind one bit if she sounded very young and innocent. "Everything is all right now."
"I'm glad," he said. His eyes were adjusting and now he could see her fresh beautiful face looking up at him lovingly. "I want' you to know that you will get the best of everything. Your education will be complete. You will be active socially, often accompanying me to the most elite functions. You will learn to be the epitome of class and I will be proud to have you at my side."
"Thank you, Sir Paullis," Stacy said. He leaned down and gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead.
"Has the maid been giving you your baths?"
"Yes, she has been in every day since I got here."
"Good. She hasn't tried anything funny, has she?"
"Oh no," Stacy bed. "But she does give a good bath."
"I found her in a brothel," Sir Paullis explained. "In Amsterdam. When I first saw her I knew I had to hire her. If she ever does anything that upsets you, don't hesitate to tell me. She has been known to have a taste for little girl's flesh. I suppose I cannot blame her. It is a vice we share."
And with that the famous poet pulled back the covers that had been tucked under Stacy's neck. He was pleased. He had been hoping she was nude. He saw her high perky tits, and her slim waist, and he approved. He placed a large hand over her right tit and kissed her fully on the mouth. She put her arms around his neck and held his lips against hers.
"I am a virgin," Stacy said, thinking he should know before they had sex.
"I know," Sir Paullis said. He did not explain how he knew and Stacy didn't ask. She assumed from that point on that the man knew everything. Perhaps Marlene had told him.
"Yes, you are my little girl now and I think you will find the arrangement to your liking. We will make love often and with a gusto you may never know again.
"I am going to take off my clothes now. Before you leave this estate you will know all there is to know about fucking. Right know I know you are anxious and perhaps a little afraid. There is no need to be. I will show you how to do everything. I do not expect you to be perfect the first time."
Stacy could hear her guardian unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers. She wished he had let her turn on the lights so she could see him better, but she wasn't about to complain. "I want to be very good for you," Stacy said sincerely. "If I do anything you don't like, be sure to tell me right away so I don't do it again."
"You are a very willing young lady. I'm glad you figured out what our relationship was going to be. I was afraid my visit would come as a surprise and frighten you."
"You could never frighten me. When I met you for the first time I knew that you were the kindest man in all the world."
Sir Paullis gave a small chuckle.
"The first time I saw you I knew you were going to grow up into a wonderful woman. The process has already started but you have much to learn."
"I want to learn very badly. I want to know all the ways there are to please you."
"You will my love. You will please me very much. Forgive me if I sound egotistical, but I believe I will please you too."
"Ummm," Stacy said, pulling the covers the rest of the way off the bed so he could see her tiny pubic patch and her long shapely legs.
He was completely nude now, and Stacy could see his tall muscular body in the dark, standing next to the bed, and she could see the shadow of his huge erect cock standing out straight in front of him She wondered how such a big thing could fit inside of her.
But she knew what a kind man he was and she knew he would be gentle and not hurt her any more than he had to.
Sir Paullis climbed into bed with Stacy. She could tell when his cheek rubbed against hers that he had recently shaved and she could smell his expensive after-shave lotion. She could feel his hard-on rubbing against her leg and his hands roaming the area on the inside of her thighs.
"It feels so good lying next to a man," Stacy said. "I have been dreaming of this moment for a long time."
"Dreams are splendid," Sir Paullis said. "But sometimes it is not good to dream too much. Then reality is disappointing."
"I could never be disappointed. I have loved you ever since I was a little girl."
"That was a little girl love. You must learn to love like a woman."
"Teach me," Stacy begged.
Sir Paullis took her hand and guided it to his cock.
"Feel me," he said. "Get to know my body." Stacy made her hand roam between his legs. She felt the big bag that held his balls, and for a moment she held it in the palm of her hand. Her hand seemed tiny compared to his balls, and even when she opened her fingers wide, some of the sack drooped over the sides. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, for she had heard that they were very fragile and easily hurt.
"That is good," he said. "Your touch is naturally gentle. It is a fine beginning. Now feel my cock. Feel it slowly, learn to know and appreciate every inch of it."
Stacy tugged on the hairs that grew from his balls with two fingernails, then moved her hand to his throbbing cock. It seemed to be still growing, and she could feel it get harder beneath her touch. It was as hard as a rock. She slid her hand slowly up and down the shaft, feeling the veins that bulged out of the sides and the velvet soft head.
Stacy could hear his heartbeat pick up, and he seemed to be breathing very rapidly.
He was enjoying it very much.
"I must know how big your cunt is, so I will know how gentle I will have to be."
He moved his hand up the inside of her thigh until his fingertips were at the gates to her honey pot. He separated the lips with two fingers and felt the hymen that blocked the hole.
It was hot and wet down there, and Stacy gasped at being touched there by a man. She knew that it would be better than with the maid, but she hadn't imagined the rippling spasms that would wrack her body at Sir Paullis' slightest touch.
She bit her lip and tried not to cry out as he inserted a finger into her cunt-hole. Nothing had ever penetrated her before.
"It's going to be a tight fit, but I think it will be okay. You are very juicy down there and that will help," he said removing his hand.
Stacy didn't care how much it was going to hurt.She wanted his cock inside of her now. She wanted to feel it ramming deep up into her womb.
Sir Paullis kissed Stacy on the neck, he nibbled playfully at her ear-lobe, stuck his tongue in her ear, then kissed her pouting lips hard. Her lips opened wide at his kiss and their tongues met.
"Fuck me!" Stacy screamed. "I can't stand it anymore! I have been waiting for so long!"
"If you insist," Sir Paullis said coolly. "Our lessons in oral and anal sex can wait to another evening."
Stacy had her legs apart and her knees up. Her body looked very small compared to his. His big hard-on poised at the lips of her cunt.
Stacy began to whimper with anticipation.
The moment of penetration was so near.
The great English poet put his hand on the shaft of his cock. He had a tremendous urge to push hard with his hips, busting her wide open, but he knew such an experience could ruin a woman forever, so he began the penetration very slowly. He could feel the barrier he would have to break through.
Stacy's teeth clenched together, and she pushed upwards with her hips to help the process along.
Then the hymen tore away.
Stacy screamed a cry of pain. She could feel drops of blood rolling out of her cunt and she could feel a single teardrop rolling down her smooth cheek.
From here on out every feeling was new for the girl. The cock slid in the rest of the way so the poet was riding her hilt deep.
Stacy felt him deep inside her and it felt as if her cunt was being torn apart but she had no urge to push him off or reject him in any way. She knew the worst was over and the pleasure would soon come.
Sir Paullis remained motionless for a second with his cock all the way in her. Then he slowly began his fucking motion, drawing his huge tool all the way out and thrusting it back into her.
She gasped, and began to move her hips in sync with his.
by the third-stroke of his fuck she knew she wanted to ball him for the rest of her life. The orgasms she had with Marlene seemed tiny compared to the intense feelings she had now, spreading through her entire body.
She lifted her ass off the bed and thrust upward hard, so that their flat stomachs slapped against one another.
Sir Paullis smiled at how quickly his little girl was learning. He picked up the pace of the fuck.
Stacy dug into his back with her nails and wrapped her legs around him so he could get even deeper into her.
The orgasms Stacy was having were different from the ones she had had with the maid. They were shorter, but more intense, and they came one after another. She howled like a wounded animal into the darkness, and she could feel the moisture from his breath beating down her neck.
"Give me everything you've got!" she screamed, urging them on to new heights of pleasure.
"I'll give you everything you can take," he responded. It had been a long time since he had been with such a wildcat. And she was so young and this was her first time. He hoped the novelty of their first fuck would never wear off. He could feel his own come stirring within his balls and getting in place at the base of his cock.
"I am going to come now," he said as calmly as he could. "See if you can come at the same time."
Stacy worked very hard for the last three strokes and her biggest and longest come rippled through her body. They came together.
CHAPTER TWO
They lay for a moment, still in each other's arms.
Sir Paullis kissed away the tear that still rested on her cheek, "It hurt, didn't it?"
"Only a little, at first, then it got very nice."
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?"
"From you." He looked at her.
And they both laughed.
"I've never known anyone to be so wild their first time. I would have thought you would be scared."
"I couldn't be scared. I knew you would be good to me."
"Was I?"
"Oh yes, very good."
He kissed her again on the mouth, long and wet. He then got up and put on his clothes.
"Aren't you going to stay?" Stacy asked, a small tone of hurt in her little girl voice.
"No, I can't. I work in the evenings and I must get to it. You are going to be my next poem."
"Really," Stacy said. She liked the idea very much. "What will you say in a poem about me?"
"I will say you are a bud on a rose bush that bloomed for me tonight."
Stacy's heart started to pound and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"That's beautiful," she said.
"You are beautiful. Now try to get some rest and we will make arrangements for your education tomorrow morning."
Stacy knew she would have a very hard time getting to sleep. She could still feel the warm glow in her cunt where Sir Paullis' cock had been just a few moments before. She put her hand down there and she could feel the blood from her pussy that had started to dry on her thigh.
"I will send in Marlene," Sir Paullis said. "And she will give you a special bath to clean off the blood."
And with that he was gone, out the door, shutting it behind him.
Stacy thought about it for a moment and realized she had never clearly seen his face. She wondered if he would always insist on fucking in the dark. Fucking. The word appealed to her. For so long it had been a mystery, and now it's magic had been revealed to her.
Seconds later there was a knock at the door. It was Marlene for her special bath. The maid was extra gentle with Stacy's private parts, knowing the trauma her cunt had just been put through.
"How was it?" the blonde asked with a sly smile on her face.
"It was wonderful. All I ever dreamed and more."
"Did the master mention me?"
"Yes, he said to tell him if you ever tried anything funny."
"Did you tell him?"
"No, I can keep a secret."
"Good. As I said before, you are to be his and his alone. If he catches you cheating he can be quite severe, even if it's with a woman."
Stacy tried to imagine Sir Paullis being severe and she couldn't do it. She could only imagine him being kind and nice. He was her lover now and she could not think of him in a bad light.
"Will he visit me every night?"
Marlene smiled.
"At first," the maid said. "You are his newest toy and he will want to play with you often. But be aware that sometimes he works for days at a time on a single poem, and during those times he does not think about sex. But don't worry. You will have me."
Marlene kissed Stacy on the lips. Stacy returned the kiss.
"Why does Sir Paullis insist on everyone in the house being so clean?" Stacy asked putting her hand on Marlene's breast.
"I don't know. Maybe you should ask him. He's more apt to tell you than he is to tell me. I'm only the help around here."
"You are wonderful. The first chance I get I am going to ask him to give you a raise."
"No, don't do that. It will make him suspicious. He will think I asked you to say it, or he will suspect I am your lover. The less said about me the better."
"Okay," Stacy said. Marlene tucked her into bed, kissed her lightly, shut out the lights and left.
Stacy lay awake staring at the ceiling. So much had happened in such a short time. Only a few days ago she had felt miserable and lonely, thinking her life was going to be a series of awful rejections. But now everything was perfect. Soon she would be going out in public with Sir Paullis and her picture would be in all of the newspapers walking on his arm. And they would fuck every night and she would soon become the greatest lover he had ever known.
Thinking of his cock inside her she fell asleep and had dreams of marrying Sir Paullis and becoming the new Lady Cocker ham.
The next morning over breakfast Sir Paullis had an exciting announcement for Stacy.
"My new book of literary criticisms is coming out next week and a group of New York poets are throwing me a party in the city. Would you like to be my date?"
Stacy couldn't speak. All she could do was nod up and down rapidly like a small child.
It was a sign that he was proud of her, that he wanted to be seen in public with her.
In the daylight, Sir Paullis was everything Stacy remembered him to be. His brown hair was wavey and graying a little at the temples. His eyes were deep set and intense and his firm broad jaw looked as if it had been chisled out of rock.
Stacy had worn the white dress she showed up in to breakfast. The contrast between the dress and her dark hair and features was striking.
"There are many things you will have to learn if you are going to step out with me into society," Sir Paullis said, munching on a piece of crisp bacon and looking up from his morning newspaper. "Marlene will help you of course. You will learn how to wear make-up so you look like a cover girl on a glamour magazine. You will get to select a wardrobe of the latest styles from Paris and you will learn to walk like a lady."
Stacy felt a little hurt. She was wondering what was wrong with the way she walked now.
Sir Paullis could read her mind.
"It's not that you walk funny, or anything," he reassured her. "It's just that you have the bouncy walk of a child. You will learn to take the long confident strides of a society woman. I have already received a couple of phone calls from the media to verify that I am now your legal guardian. You probably didn't read it because you were so upset, been some of the poorer newspapers in the city have been following your story since your parents had their accident."
Stacy blushed. She had no idea that a fuss had been made over her. She was a little frightened at getting so much publicity. She would not be able to walk down the street without people recognizing her. But the idea appealed to her also. She had always felt that she was special, so why shouldn't the rest of the world grovel at her feet. She was being silly. She frowned and dipped the corner of a slice of toast in the yolk of her fried egg.
Sir Paullis looked at her sternly and she realized that she would have to work on her eating habits also.
That afternoon Marlene and Stacy went into New York City by limo and visited the classiest clothes shop, picking out her new wardrobe. Marlene was instructed by Sir Paullis to choose only gowns that showed off Stacy's firm tits and long legs.
A couple of times while shopping, sneaky fast men snuck up to her and flashed photos. Then they ran off before she could complain. She was starting to get a sense of the changes that were occuring in her life. Though Sir Paullis did not read the kind of papers that printed such photos, Stacy knew that many regular people did, and from that point on, her moments of privacy would be hard to come by.
by the end of the week, people were stopping Stacy on the street and asking for her autograph. She saw herself on TV. The media was playing her up as the poor little orphaned rich girl who had found her Prince Charming in an older man.
Still, it made her feel special, and for the most part, reporters had not bothered her. A photograph of Stacy Turner was worth a lot more than a quote.
Sir Paullis' publishing company had rented out an entire floor of suites plus the main ballroom for the celebration for his new book.
When Stacy and Sir Paullis arrived in their long black limo they say a crowd of people gathered outside the plush hotel waiting for the celebrities to show up. Stacy was blinded for a moment by what seemed like thousands of flashbulbs going off at once.
"There they are!" someone shouted.
"It's Cockerham and the chick!"
A couple of police officers escorted the couple inside the hotel. It seemed very peaceful inside.
Paullis and Stacy held hands.
"There a couple of things I have to tell you, Stacy love," Paullis said. He had a somber tone to his voice that made Stacy feel as if he was about to say something important.
"What is it?" Stacy asked looking up at his handsome face with a willing look. She would do anything he asked.
"It is customary, in my literary circle, for us older writers to be seen with young girls. You will notice many like you at the party tonight. I want you to know that this has nothing to do with the love we share at home. But these parties often get very wild. Everyone has been known to take off all their clothes and get in a big pile in the middle of the room."
"You mean like an orgy?" Stacy said with a small frown. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea.
"Exactly," Sir Paullis said. "But don't worry. I will keep an eye out for you no matter who you are with and I will see to it that you are not abused in any way."
"Do you mean I might have to fuck someone else?"
"It is very likely. You may have to even watch me fuck someone else."
Stacy was getting upset. She thought she was the only one in Sir Paullis' life. She wondered how much else there was about him that she didn't know. '
"Are there other girls like me in your life?" Stacy asked. She didn't want to upset him but she had to know.
"As you know you are my only girl in America."
"What about in Europe?"
"I have a lovely pair of identical twins who live in my London home," Sir Paullis said.
"You mean I'm just another one of your girls?" Stacy was in tears now.
"Hardly," Sir Paullis said. "You are very, very special to me. I just want you to know you are not alone."
Stacy was becoming angry.
She could have had a temper tantrum right then and there, but she knew that would have humiliated Sir Paullis and he would have sent her straight back to her Uncle Frank who would breathe whiskey breath all over her while trying to get Ms grubby hands in her pants. Besides, if she had run out of the hotel in tears there would be a thousand pictures taken and everyone would know that the couple had had a fight.
She knew what she would do.
She would fuck everything in sight. If he wanted to share her, he would have to share all of her. She would fuck anyone who even looked at her and she would be so good that everyone would comment on what a great piece of ass Sir Paullis had at home.
Paullis would be proud of his reputation as a lover and Stacy would get her rocks off as frequently as possible.
Stacy smiled.
"Is everything okay?" Paullis asked calmly.
He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. He didn't want to upset her, he just wanted her to know the reality of the situation.
"Yes, everything is okay," Stacy said. She was still bitter. She knew the chances were slim she would ever marry Paullis, so she might as well enjoy the benefits of his sex-happy crowd.
"You had better go to the ladies room and clean up," Paullis suggested. "I'll wait for you here in the lobby. We want to make our entrance together of course."
"Of course," Stacy said and went to the powder room to fix herself up.
When she came out she was as fresh and radiant as a starlet.
When they walked into the party a lot of people shook Paullis' hand and commented on how pretty his "new girl" was.
Stacy remembered her lessons well. She walked with long confident strides, conscious of her posture.
She kept her chin up and kept telling herself how proud she was to be with the guest of honor.
The booze began to flow and the party got louder. A rock band began to play and Paullis and Stacy danced. Rock dancing did not suit the aging poet and he seemed awkward.
Stacy noticed that there were a lot of girls her age there. She began to feel like a cliche.
Just as Paullis had said, everyone got tipsy and started to take off their clothes. If there had been a fountain there everyone would have gone swimming in it. Not wanting to be left behind, Paullis and Stacy got nude and began to make out in the middle of the dance floor.
The nature of these parties had long been rumored, but no press photographer had ever been able to sneak in to verify them.
Looking up, Stacy could see that there were already two people, an older man with a teenage girl, fucking up on the stage.
Everyone cheered and the band just played around them. The man was on the bottom and the girl had mounted him from the top. They were fucking wildly. Soon, another man got up on the stage and began to fuck the girl in the ass, then a third man came up and she gave him a blow job while getting fucked in both of her holes at the same time.
That looked like a lot of fun and Stacy wanted to try it.
"Everyone come fuck me!" she screamed and three thick cocked men came running to her side.
Paullis was amazed at how quickly her attitude towards group sex had changed. He winked his approval and stepped aside so the three men could go at Stacy. They were all younger SoHo loft poets who ass-fucked the bigwigs to get in good in the right circles.
"I call the cunt!" a handsome blonde man said. He lay down on his back in the middle of the dance floor.
"I'm Stacy," the hot-breasted nymph said, straddling his hips.
"I'm Gregg," he said. He had a wild look in his eyes and Stacy wondered if he had been doing cocaine.
A shorter man with a little paunch claimed Stacy's rear hole and introduced himself as Doug.
"I believe in telling a girl my name before fucking her in the ass," he said and everyone who could hear laughed.
Paullis had not gotten around to training Stacy in the art of oral and anal sex. She wasn't sure what a man's cock would feel like in her ass and her mouth.
Well, she said to herself, there's only one way to find out.
The third man, who was to put his cock in Stacy's mouth, introduced himself as Scott. He had obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. His skin was a dark brown yet his hair was very light. He had the biggest cock of all.
"One at a time," Scott said. "So we can all get in." His cock stood at attention. He was on his knees so. his hard-on pointed right at Stacy's mouth.
Stacy held Gregg's cock in her hand and placed it between the lips of her drooling cunt. It slid in easily. Her vagina had expanded in the past week with Paullis' training and now could hold comfortably all anyone could give it. It was a very talented cunt, as Stacy was about to find out. It could hold a small penis firmly, but could stretch to fit the largest stud.
Gregg and Stacy held still with his cock all the way in her so Doug could get his cock in her ass. Stacy feared she was too small there and that he wouldn't fit. She felt the stiff rod jam between the cheeks of her ass, missing the mark. She tried to relax her asshole so it would slide past it and into her bowels, but the puckered little hole slammed as tight as a door.
It took all of Doug's strength to get the head of his cock into her asshole.
The penetration there hurt very much. Doug was not the skilled lover Paullis was. She wished her own lover could have been the first to fuck her in the ass so she could have known what to expect.
Doug mistook Stacy's scream of pain for one of pleasure and jammed it in harder so his thick prick was a full six inches up her rear hole.
Stacy felt completely full. She could feel both cocks up inside her rubbing together. Both men began to move in and out of her slowly .The pain in her asshole was starting to ease as she relaxed, and for a moment she almost forgot about Scott, whose stiff rod was still pointing at her mouth. She let her jaw drop. She had to open her mouth as far as it would go for Scott's cock to get past her lips.
Scott was not the gentle type either. He crammed his whole prick into her mouth and into her throat, gagging her.
Stacy soon realized that she would have to breathe through her nose and try not to think about gagging.
That made it better.
Then the pleasure began to set in. She was being used sexually by three different men in all three of her holes. Though she couldn't see him she imagined Sir Paullis watching her. Was he excited by seeing her get fucked by three men at the same time? Was he upset by how much she seemed to be enjoying it? The thought of being watched by the love of her life set off her first of many orgasms. The three men had gotten in sync so they were all thrusting into her at the same time. First there was a total void, then that void was filled from three directions at the same time.
Stacy's asshole had relaxed a lot, and Doug could now slide easily in and out of her anus.
Stacy could never have imagined the pleasure that anal sex would give her. When the cock got all the way up in her from the rear, it triggered a response that sent waves of joy all the way to her fingertips.
Doug came first, spewing his hot sticky semen into her bowels.
Then she could feel Gregg beneath her start to groan loudly. He was fucking furiously at her twat now, and Stacy timed her hundredth orgasm so she could mix another squirt of her cunt ooze with his white love jelly.
Both Doug and Gregg lost their hard-ons and slipped out of her so she could concentrate on blowing Scott. She worked her lips over the thick shaft and rolled her tongue over the bulging head as he continued to ram away at her throat. Holding herself up with one hand, she cupped the other under his dangling balls and gave them a little squeeze. This triggered his orgasm almost immediately.
Stacy had wondered what a man's semen tasted like. She figured it would taste bad and make her choke.
She was pleasantly surprised.
It tasted like the finest caviar, fresh from the sea.
She swallowed every drop. After Scott pulled his cock out of her mouth, a little ball of come formed at the hole in the tip of his cock.
With one great lap of her tongue, Stacy licked him clean.
Stacy was surrounded by three men, all groaning in contentment. The three men then held her down and began to kiss her all over her body. They kept hitting places that tickled and Stacy began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Stop it!" she tried to say but she was laughing too much.
They could tell she loved it and kept kissing her as rapidly as they could. One kissed her tits, another kissed her thighs, while the third kissed her face and neck. By the time she could tell who was who they had switched places. After a few minute she no longer cared who was who. They were merely male bodies, there to give her pleasure.
She could feel her clit become erect again.
The three men alternated holes so that within an hour they had each come once in each of her holes.
Stacy was completely spent. She couldn't have come again if Paullis himself had fucked her.
"We're going to have to do that again real soon," Stacy said in her sweetest and most innocent voice.
They all looked at her and agreed.
But now, Stacy knew, it was time to return to Sir Paullis, because her place was at his side.
She looked around and she did not see him. She began to panic. There were people fucking all over the place. On the stage, where the band still played, on the tops of tables, on the floor, everywhere!
But Stacy could not see Sir Paullis.
He was gone!
CHAPTER THREE
Stacy Turner didn't quite know what to do. She made a hasty move for the door, grabbing her clothes on the way. She rang for the elevator. Maybe Sir Paullis had gone up to the room reserved for them. She remembered that the fourteenth floor had been reserved for the party, but she didn't remember which room she and Sir Paullis were supposed to be in. She managed to put on her dress and one shoe by the time the elevator showed up.
A distinguished looking lady stepped out of the elevator and gave Stacy a dirty look. Stacy was still holding her bra and panties in her hand and one silk stocking was draped around her neck.
"I beg your pardon," the lady said, looking down her nose at the disheveled young girl.
"Nothing serious," Stacy said. "Just a slight stomach ache." She stepped into the elevator, pressed fourteen, and the door closed behind her.
The elevator arrived at the party's floor and Stacy stepped out into the dark hall. She could hear music, laughter, and the groans of lust coming out of many rooms but she had no idea which room to look into first.
She saw that three doors up on the left one door was slightly ajar, and she heard the crazed giggles of teenage girls.
Stacy stepped up to the door and peeked in. Just then a hand reached out of the door, grabbed Stacy by the arm, and pulled her inside.
Stacy was startled by the sudden movement, and when her head cleared she saw that two nymphettes, totally nude, were looking with admiration, at Stacy.
"Where's Sir Paullis," Stacy said, trying to remain calm, even though she was still flustered at being handled so roughly.
"Wouldn't you like to know," one of the young girls said like a hissing cat. It was the girl that had pulled her in from the hall and Stacy noticed she was wearing a dildo strapped around her waist.
It stuck out stiff and straight in front of her and looked very much like a real male cock.
Stacy knew she had been fucking the other girl with it.
"I'd better go," Stacy said and started to turn for the door.
"Why don't you stay," the girl with the dildo suggested firmly and grabbed Stacy's arm, holding so tight it hurt a little.
"No, I'd better go," Stacy said and tried to pull herself free, but the girl only held on tighter.
"You have all night to find Sir Paullis. Why don't you stay and have a little fun with us," the girl said. Stacy stopped pulling away and the girl let go of her arm.
Stacy wondered what it would be like to get fucked by another woman wearing a dildo.
"I'll stay if you'll fuck me with that thing," Stacy said, eyeing the dildo. She had never seen one before and she was amazed how much they could be made to resemble the real thing. It was a perfect flesh color on the shaft and slightly purple at the head. It even had veins that bulged out the sides of the shaft. Stacy reached out and grabbed it around the base of the shaft and realized it was made of hard rubber.
"Sally and I have been quite envious of you ever since you went to live with Sir Paullis," The girl said, thrusting her hips forward when Stacy grabbed the dildo. "Any girl would give an ovary to get fucked by that hunk. By the way, my name is Andrea, but you can call me Andy.
Andy was short but well put together. She had bigger muscles through the shoulders than most girls her age. Stacy thought she could probably kick the shit out of her if she crossed her. Still, she had high firm tits that made her look very feminine at the same time.
Andy had shapely legs that had been recently waxed. They were smooth and shiny.
Sally was on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room rug. It was obvious she was getting fucked from the rear when Andy had heard Stacy tip-toing in the hall and had gone to grab her.
"Of course I don't want to interrupt anything," Stacy said. She did not want to seem rude, but then again, it seemed to her she had been invited.
"Nonsense," Andy said. There are plenty of games the three of us can play.
Sally had closely cropped blonde curls and had not uttered a word. She had a glazed over look in her eyes and Stacy assumed that Andy had slipped her some drugs. Stacy reminded herself not to eat anything while she was there. She wanted to get fucked but she also wanted to keep her wits about her.
"Please stay and play," Andy said. She leaned forward, put her hand gently on Stacy's cheek and pressed her lips against Stacy's mouth, making a loud smack.
Stacy ran her hand up and down the shaft of the dildo, pretending it was a real cock.
Andy swooned, pretending it was actually a part of her body.
"Why don't you get under Sally and lap up her sweet little cunt while I fuck her in the ass," Andy said, with a sly smile.
"Okay," Stacy said and walked over to where Sally was on her hands and knees. "Are you okay?"
Stacy looked at Sally with concern. Sally looked up at Stacy, blinked a couple of times, and said nothing. She had pale blue eyes. Stacy was convinced she was zonked out on something.
Well, each to their own, Stacy thought to herself. She got on her back and shimmied so her mouth was below Sally's dripping cunt The rug was soft.
"Sally," Stacy said. "You can lift up my dress and kiss me. I am not wearing anything underneath."
Sally seemed to understand. Holding herself up with one hand, she lifted up Stacy's tight dress, exposing her dark thighs, a tiny patch of black pubic hair.
Supporting herself on her elbows, Sally lowered her head, and buried her face in Stacy's oozing cunt The semen from three men dripped out and Sally began to lap at it happily, sending shivers of goodness up Stacy's spine.
Stacy lifted her head and stuck her tongue hard into Sally's cunt-hole. The blonde pussy reminded Stacy of Marlene, the maid, but Sally was younger and tighter and sweeter.
Andy mounted Sally from behind, placing the tip of her strapped on dildo firmly against the pink eye of Sally's asshole. Sally moved her knees further apart, spreading the cheeks of her round and white ass.
Stacy could feel the tension in Sally's body. She may be fucked-up on quaaludes or whatever but she knew the ravaging her body was about to get.
Sally pressed down hard with her tongue, directly onto Stacy's clit, just as Andy began to slide the hard rubber cock up Sally's behind.
Stacy moved her tongue from Sally's cunt hole. She could see the dildo penetrating again and again.
Deeper and deeper.
Stacy licked with tiny little vibrations of her tongue, across the top of Sally's clitoris.
Sally's tiny body was completely rigid, and she licked harder, taking broad strokes, lapping up the entire length of Stacy's cunt, sticking her tongue in Stacy's asshole at the end of each stroke.
Stacy's crotch was a bubbling pot of boiling oil. She held onto Sally's tiny tits with her hands and thought about how wonderful the human sexual response is.
Andy was fucking with a slow steady motion. She would draw the dildo out, moving back her hips, then plunge in the entire length with a single thrust.
Each time Andy sunk the cock deep into Sally's ass, Sally would jerk her whole body and Stacy could feel Sally's tit's straining against her hands, her cunt straining against her mouth and her tongue straining against her asshole.
The softness of Sally's tongue felt good on Stacy's burning asshole. She had lost her cherry there only a few moments before and the act had been repeated twice. Now Sally's wet and probing tongue soothed the ravaged flesh between the cheeks of Stacy's ass.
Stacy put her knees up in the air so Sally's cute little mouth could work on her private parts with ease.
The sensations got so good Stacy had to stop licking at Sally's wet cunt and put her head down on the rug.
Stacy let out a scream of joy as Sally's tongue brought her to a series of powerful orgasms.
Stacy put her hand on Sally's cunt and fingered her clit with the tip of her finger, being careful not to scratch the delicate flesh with her long red fingernail.
Sally, who had been silent ever since Stacy arrived, began to make small whimpering sounds. The deep penetration in her asshole, and the flicking motion of Stacy's finger across her love button, was breaking through the wall of fog that the drug and created, and was sending signals of pleasure to Sally's clouded brain.
Sally sounded like a puppy crying because her master had left her out in the rain.
Andy fucked her harder, driving it in, pulling it out, and driving it in again.
"Come you little bitch," Andy said.
Stacy had never heard anyone speak harshly to their lover before, and she wondered what it was going to be like to get fucked by such a strange little girl.
Sally no longer had enough control of herself to lick or kiss Stacy between the legs. Her jaw had dropped and Sally pressed her open mouth between the open lips of Stacy's cunt. She let out a high pitch scream, muffled slightly by Stacy's crotch.
Stacy did not know if it was she or Andy who had made her come.
Maybe it was both, Stacy thought.
Andy pulled the dildo out of Sally's ass. It was strapped on so the top portion of Andy's cunt could be seen. Her erect little clit peeked up over the top.
Andy walked over and stuck the dildo in Sally's face.
"Smell it," she screamed. "Smell what it's like inside your asshole I"
Sally sniffed at the greasy hard rubber like a dog would sniff at its own crap.
"Lick it," Andy said. It was as if she really had a cock.
Sally placed a tentative tongue on the tip of the dildo.
Andy" sighed as if Sally's tongue was giving her much joy. Her hands ran over her own breasts, pinching at the nipples, then ran, palm flat, down her belly until her fingers found the center of her pleasure, floating like a ball bearing in oil, above the rubber boner.
"That's it," Andy said. "Now suck it! Suck me off with that tiny mouth of yours!"
Sally opened her mouth as far as it would go and began to suck on the dildo as if it were the love muscle of a movie star.
Stacy watched with wide eyes.
She had never met anyone like Andy before. She didn't quite understand what motivated her and what made her want to do these things to Sally, but she knew that watching Sally suck on the dildo was making her very horny. She wanted to take a more active role in this hot sex.
She crawled out from between Sally's legs and walked over so she was standing directly behind Andy.
"I love your shoulders." Stacy said.
Stacy ran her hands over the hard muscles of Andy's back. Andy stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at Sally's blonde curls, as her head bobbed back and forth over the dildo.
Even though she was small and cute, Stacy noticed, she chose to take a masculine posture.
She really did resemble a man when she stood that way.
Stacy ran her hands down Andy's back, pressing her palm firmly over the small of her back, then sliding further down to the soft flesh of her buttocks.
"You have a lovely body Andy," Stacy said in her sweetest little girl voice. She got down on her knees behind the standing girl, and opened the cheeks of her ass to see what wonders were hiding there.
She could see the curly hair that surrounded Andy's asshole. She ran her tongue the length of the crack, pausing to tease the perky hole.
Reaching between Andy's legs with her hand, Stacy could feel the slippery lips of Andy's tight cunt. Reaching up further with her fingertips, she could feel the fake balls to the dildo resting snugly over her snatch.
Andy still fingered her own clit and watched Sally suck on the dildo. Her fingers worked hard on the blooming bud and she was nearing climax.
"Oh yes," Andy sighed. "Suck it as hard as you can!"
Stacy made her tongue pointy at the tip and pressed it hard against her asshole.
Andy tried to close her buttocks by tightening her muscles, but Stacy held them open with her hands.
"No, don't lick me there. I go crazy when I get licked there!" Andy said, swatting at the top of Stacy's head with her open hand. Her voice was shakey. She sounded as if she was panicking at the thought of coming as a woman instead of a man.
But the panic ceased as the pleasure over took her and she howled so loud the wine glasses on the bar rattled together.
Andy was still pretending she had come in Sally's mouth and made her lick the last few drops of imaginary semen off the tip of the dildo.
She was spent from her orgasm and did not have the strength to complain when Stacy tore the strapped-on hard-on off her waist, and put her mouth directly over the angry clitoris.
Andy fell to the rug and opened her legs wide for Stacy's knowing tongue.
Sally began to kiss Andy lightly on the tits, sucking lovingly each nipple, running her tiny hands through the other girl's hair. Sally moved her head up and started kissing Andrea on the mouth.
Andy's mouth opened hungrily and the two girls kissed with passion.
Stacy's tongue worked quickly over Andy's clit now, and Andy was approaching her second orgasm in as many minutes. Reaching up with her hand, Stacy found the swampy cooze between Sally legs. She held her four fingers together and found they would all fit up inside Sally. She was so wet and ready, she began to move her hips with Stacy's hand.
Andy's hips bucked up, slapping Stacy in the face, as she came with an explosion. Stacy realized that Sally's otherwise tight pussy had opened and could take all anyone wanted to shove in it. She worked the four fingers in and out for a while longer, then made a list, shoving her whole hand up the hole so that she could see only her slim white wrist sticking out.
Sally stopped kissing Andy and snapped her head back. It was obvious she had never had that much up her cunt before. The walls of her vagina were stretched by Stacy's fist and Stacy could see the inner lips peel back each time she drew the fist out.
Stacy hadn't expected her to come so rapidly, but the small blonde was now pushing hard against Stacy's clenched hand, and love juices were running down her thighs.
Andrea had regained her composure. She stood and began to strut around the room watching Stacy fist fuck Sally.
She found the dildo that had been thrown aside and strapped it back around her waist.
"Now it's my turn to fuck you," Andrea said to Stacy. "Now I get to feel the inside of the cunt Sir Paullis paid to have."
Stacy thought Andy was being cruel, but she passed it off as being her nature, and rolled over on her back and spread her legs. She had pulled her fist out of Sally's twat, and Sally was now lying on her side beside Stacy, making purring noises deep in her throat into Stacy's ear.
Stacy felt a little sorry for Sally. She didn't know how much Sally was aware of what was going on, and she didn't know how much of this was Sally's idea. Still wasn't anything to be concerned about.
"Come here and fuck me with that big cock of yours," Stacy said, playing along with Andrea's game.
Andy smiled and raised one eye-brow, much as a man might do when about to fuck a pretty girl.
"I'll fuck you like you have never been fucked before," Andy said. "And that includes your over-priced poet!"
Stacy wished she would stop the editorial and get on with the fucking. She wanted to feel that long stick of hard, rubber in her cunt.
Sally was giving Stacy's ear-lobe little licks with a thick tongue. Stacy figured she would fall asleep at any moment. The drug was winning.
Andy gave Sally a little cuff across the ear and yanked on her blonde curls.
Sally gave out a small cry, more annoyed than in pain.
"Wake up!" Andy shouted.
Sally opened her eyes wider then started to kiss Stacy's neck.
"You'll have to excuse my friend here," Andy said to Stacy. "She's taken enough quaaludes to knock out an elephant. But she has to do it. If she doesn't take drugs she is as cold as a fish. This Is the only way she can get off. And boy does she get off!"
Stacy assured Andrea that hers was not to reason why, and opened her arms in an invitation.
Andy dove on top of her. The dildo missed its mark the first time and struck up against Stacy's thigh. Stacy guided it with her hand and it slipped easily into her cunt.
It went all the way in.
Andy kissed the faces of both the other girls and started her fucking motion.
Stacy was amazed at how real the dildo felt inside of her. It was just as if a real prick was hammering away between her thighs.
Stacy stuck her feet up in the air, and held Andrea tightly around the neck.
Andy fucked her with long even stroke. She rode her high so the top of the dildo's shaft rubbed against her clit.
Stacy couldn't remember all of the orgasms she had had that evening, but she could tell by the increasing throbbing deep in her loins that she was about to have another one.
Stacy thrust her hips upward each time Andy thrust-her hips downward, and their stomachs slapped together in the middle with a smack.
All three girls were covered with a layer of sweat. Andy was fingering herself again, and both girls went off like a rocket at the same time.
Stacy got up and thanked Andy very much for the fuck and started to put on her clothes.
"You have to go so soon?" Andy asked.
Andy wore a disappointed frown.
"I'm afraid so," Stacy said, brushing her hair in the mirror. "I have to find Sir Paullis."
"Don't be surprised if you find him fucking the daylights out of some chippy," Andy said. "I'm not trying to be catty. It's just a warning.' "I'll be okay," Stacy said. "I know what Sir Paullis does in his spare time. I just want to join him."
"If you can't find him, maybe he doesn't want to be found."
"Maybe," Stacy mused, placing her hand on her jaw. "I still think my place is at his side."
Sally had a confused look on her face. "Who are you?" she asked Stacy. Stacy and Andrea laughed and Stacy left, closing the door behind her.
She could still not remember which room she was supposed to go to. She tried to picture the key when Sir Paullis had picked it up at the front desk. It had a number on it but she couldn't remember what it was.
She would have to try pot luck until she found the right door. She turned the door-knob of every door in the hall and opened those that were not locked. The first door she opened revealed a small jelly-fish of a man who had spread honey on his cock and was getting licked there by a Utter of kittens.
"Pardon me, wrong room," Stacy said and quickly re-shut the door.
She blushed and tried the next door.
She opened it and was relieved to see Sir Paullis inside. He not only wasn't fucking another woman, he was sitting at his typewriter, pounding away at the keys.
Stacy thought Sir Paullis looked very sexy as he sat in front of the typewriter, his brow creased with concentration.
"Hi, there," Stacy said in her little girl voice. "Long time no see."
For the first time Sir Paullis realized there was someone standing in the doorway. He looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm sorry I ran off without telling you where I was going," he said calmly. "It's just that when I saw you with those three guys on the dance floor I got this terrific and overwhelming idea for an erotic poem-I had to write it immediately or I knew I would lose it forever."
Stacy entered the room put her hands on Sir Paullis' wide shoulders and looked over his shoulder at the page sticking out of the typewriter.
"What is it about?" she asked.
"It is a poem about the wind. You see the wind, like sex, knows no boundaries. It can blow like a hurricane or be as still as a sleeping child."
Stacy kissed him on the back of the neck.
"Am I like the wind'" Stacy asked.
"You are-the sweetest wind of all," Sir Paullis said. "You are the very breath of spring."
Stacy loved it when he spoke to her that way. He was such a genius. It was no wonder that many women considered him the sexiest man alive. Since his wife had died, he was also one of the most hotly pursued. Stacy felt very honored to stand at his side, even if she wasn't the only one in his life. She wondered if she would ever get to meet the twin sisters he kept in Europe. She hoped so. She figured they would get along and be very close friends. After all, they had so much in common.
"You mean you haven't had any floozies up here?" Stacy said, giving Sir Paullis' ear-lobe a tiny lick.
"No, I've been hard at work. I figured you would find me sooner or later."
"It took me a little while, but I found you."
"Did you have any adventure on the way here. Sometimes a pretty little girl can get herself abducted while wandering around a hotel alone."
"I had two adventures," she said with a giggle.
"Two!" Sir Paullis was trying to sound impressed.
"Uh huh, but they only got me warmed up for you."
"You have to tell me all about them."
Stacy told Sir Paullis all about Andrea and Sally, about how weird it was that Andy was a woman but wanted to act like a man, and how sad it was that Sally had to take drugs to enjoy sex. Then she told him about the wimpish man and his kittens.
Paullis laughed at that one.
"That must have been Arty Gregorly. If he can't find another man to suck his cock he uses the household pets. I heard he fucked a penguin once and then wrote a whole book of poems worrying that the bird might get pregnant. They didn't publish the book, though. It turned out the penguin was a male."
"This certainly is a strange crowd you hang out with," Stacy said lightly enough so the poet wouldn't think the criticism was too real.
"You have to understand that it is very painful being an artist. Think of all the great poets over the years who have committed suicide. We have to have a way to release the burden that our art puts on us. Kinky sex seems to be the method that works best."
Stacy understood. She had felt the pain when her parents had died, and she knew the burden that the loss gave her. It was a heaviness that clung to her shoulders. Sex was the only thing that made it go away.
She gave Sir Paullis a love-bite on the neck and he laughed and squirmed in his chair. "If you came up here right at the beginning of the party and you have been working all this time," Stacy said rolling her hands over his hair-covered chest. "Then you haven't gotten your rocks off, even once."
"That's true," Paullis said. He was sitting in front of the typewriter totally nude. He hadn't bothered to put his clothes on. He had gone straight to work. Stacy thought she saw his limp cock move a little as she stroked his chest.
"We'll see what your little Stacy can do about that," she said, sticking her tongue in his ear and moving her right hand down into his lap.
His cock really jumped at that. There was no mistaking it that time. She touched it with the tip of her finger and she saw it jump again. As the blood flowed into Sir Paullis' cock, it was like the organ had a life of its own. It turned its head up, looked around, and stuck straight up in the air. "Hair trigger," Paullis said. "Ummmm," Stacy said. "I'm all hot and lubed up for you. I think we should make it right away."
"Well, I was going to finish this poem," Paullis said. Then looking down at his stiff prick he said, "But it looks as if my concentration has already been broken." Stacy laughed throatily. "Looks like you will have to relive yourself of some of that artistic burden right into the hole of your choice," she said, now stroking the insides of his thighs.
"Who know?" he said. "Perhaps fucking is just what I need to finish the poem properly."
"My way of thinking exactly," Stacy said. She took him by the hand and led him to the giant round bed that dominated the other room. The bed-spread seemed to be made of some expensive white animal fur.
It was the biggest bed Stacy had ever seen. One could toss around on it for a year and never fall off the edge.
She let go of Sir Paullis' hand and ran like a little girl across the room, wiggling her bunky behind her, and she dove on the bed, bouncing up and down on its springy mattress.
Stacy's face seemed fresh and new as if she had just woken up from a wonderful dream to find out it had come true.
"Come here, big man," she said deep and sexy.
Paullis' cock stuck out straight in front of him.
Stacy loved the way that men walk when they have a hard-on. She knew Andrea had been trying to imitate it but she hadn't gotten it quite right. Paullis now walked with his shoulders back and his legs out in front of his body.
He eased himself down on the bed on top of her. She opened like the rose he had written about, opening her arms and wrapping the around his upper torso, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She wanted to make herself as vulnerable as she could so he would feel like violating her hard and fast.
They each stuck out their tongues and playfully touched the tips together.
Their tongues remained in contact as his lips came down on hers.
She loved the way he kissed. His lips were always firm, but didn't press down too hard.
They moved smoothly over hers and when their tongues met, Stacy felt as if she would go nuts with desire.
It had been fun fucking those other people, but this was the real meat and potatoes. She had been saving the best for last and she knew she could give him everything he wanted.
Paullis' hand found the slippery slash between Stacy's thigh, and she shivered against him.
"You have been busy," he said. She giggled and held him tighter. It was true.
Her cunt was dripping the white come of other men, and she had been adding to it with her own juices all night.
The insides of her thighs were sticky from a mixture of lust secretions that had almost dried there.
"Your cunt is so wet," Paullis said, his fingers still probing the mouth of her fuck hole. "I love it when your cunt is so wet. It makes me want to lap up all that stuff and taste the history of your learning experience on my tongue."
"Lick and learn," Stacy said. She did not want to compete with him in turning phrases because she knew she would lose. Her talent was fucking and that was what she did best.
Fucking is poetry, she thought. That is why Sir Paullis always writes about it. That is why he is such a powerful sex symbol. He can take the poetry of fucking and share it with the world by putting it down on paper.
The lovers positioned themselves in the classic sixty-nine position. His face hovered above her" steaming quim, while his erection pointed suggestively at her face.
She licked his balls in a circular motion, putting her hands flat against the insides of his thighs. She could see the goose flesh form on his buttocks, and she heard his long deep moan of growing lust.
He kissed her gently on the insides of the legs, starting down by her knee and working slowly upward. The anticipation of his mouth on her cunt was too much and she began to beg him to eat her.
But he was a tease and he had learned how to take his time. He kissed the upper-most reaches of her thighs with tiny pecks. "Oh God! Eat me!" Stacy screamed. Sir Paullis could not make her suffer any more. He plunged his tongue up her cunt. His whole face rested against the open and wet lips. He could feel the moisture of her passions dripping on his cheeks, and he smelled her womanly odor blending pleasantly with his expensive after-shave lotion.
Stacy came almost immediately, and Paullis could feel her small body straining, stretching and jerking beneath him.
She took her mouth away from his crotch because she could tell she was losing control and she did not want to bite him.
Her cry seemed to come from inside her torso. Only the whimpering tail end of her orgasm managed to come out of her mouth.
When her body relaxed she inserted Sir Paullis' throbbing rod in her mouth and sucked on the head. It was the first time she had ever blown him and she was amazed at how soft the skin on the head was. It was as if there wasn't room for roughness because so many nerves lived there.
"You have a very talented mouth," Paullis said with a sigh. He kept his face close to her cunt. "But I do not want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy. When I feel like I'm going to come I want you to stop."
Stacy would have said okay but her mouth was full. She felt more comfortable with his cock in her mouth than she had felt on the dance floor with those three men. She didn't feel like gagging at all. She could take him deep into her throat and feel nothing but pleasure.
His body began to stiffen and his fingernails turned white he was holding on to the bed so hard.
"I'm going to come!" he shouted. "Stop, I'm coming!" Stacy wanted to taste his come very badly, but she didn't want to upset her keeper in any way.
Perhaps he would come in her mouth another night.
They changed positions very quickly.
He lay down on his back and she mounted him from the top. She sat down on his cock hard, driving it all the way in with the first thrust, and she came the second it got in her.
Sir Paullis didn't take very long either. He had been right at the edge and now burst forth with great quantities of sticky come.
Stacy lay flat over his body now, and they stroked each other's skin with care and affection.
They were both enjoying their after-glow and no words needed to be said.
They then showered together, dressed, and slipped out of the hotel as quietly as possible.
CHAPTER FOUR
The days were at their longest and the nights were at their hottest at the Cockerham Estate. The grounds keepers always kept the lawn freshly mowed and the garden freshly weeded. Behind the house, the Hudson River drifted lazily towards New York Harbor. The air was clean and fresh and there always seemed to be birds chirping in the trees.
Stacy would wake up in the morning, wipe the sleepy bugs from the corners of her eyes and look out the window. She was very happy. She would shower, dress, and go for a walk along the river, perhaps stopping to chat with the groundskeepers who were allowed to fish there if they had finished their chores.
Sometimes young Ronald Cockerham would already be out. Wearing gym shorts and a white tee-shirt, he would shoot baskets at a hoop set up behind the house.
When Stacy would walk by, sometimes dressed only in a skimpy white bikini, he would eye her suspiciously. They very seldom spoke to one another. He knew she was there simply for his father's pleasure.
But he had reached puberty. It was his magic summer. As the summer went on Stacy would notice a bulge in his gym shorts as he stopped dribbling and walked down to the river.
He certainly was his father's son, Stacy would think at those times. He's got a big cock now, imagine what it will be like when he finishes growing!
Stacy thought they were close enough in age so they might have some things in common. She decided she would take her first opportunity to get to know the son of the great poet better.
That opportunity came sooner than she might have expected.
One morning, when she was walking down to look at the river wearing her bathing suit, she thought she heard foot-steps following her. She turned around to see who it was, but the footsteps stopped and she could see no one.
She told herself it was just her imagination and she tried to put it out of her mind. She walked all the way down, at the end putting her hands on the ground and going feet first down the last steep slope to the water.
This was her private little place. The sharp hill behind her and the trees to either side of her, kept her from being seen from any direction. She could be totally alone there in her own private paradise. The river was very wide at that point and boats would go past. She would wave and the men on the boats would wave back.
She looked very cute wearing almost nothing waving hello.
Sometimes she would take off her bathing-suit and sun-bathe nude by the water's edge.
That is what she did on this particular morning. She had taken her suit off and hung it neatly from a low branch, then had stretched out in the grass to catch some rays. Her skin was very dark already and took well to the sun. Each summer she got as brown as a berry. This was the first year she had the chance to tan her bikini line.
She closed, her eyes and listened to the sounds of nature.
She thought of how great her sex life was. Her body was very good to her. She never ran out of orgasms, or got weary of sex the way Sir Paullis did sometimes.
Her sexual thirst was unquenchable.
Thinking these erotic thoughts she began to move her hands over her body. She had totally forgotten about the footsteps she had heard. She was only thinking of her body now, and how in tune it seemed with the natural world around her.
She played with herself frequently and she had gotten very good at it. She could pull herself off in under five minutes if she had to, and she could do it over and over again.
The novelty never wore off.
But on this day she was in no hurry.
She savored each sensation as she touched her breasts, and thought about the way it blended in so smoothly with the feeling she got when she stroked her thigh.
She had no guilt, no shame. She had been taught to love her body and that was exactly what she was doing.
She had her fingers between the outer lips of her cunt and was appreciating how wet they could become when she heard a voice above her.
"Hi there. Whatcha doin'?"
It was Ronald Cocker ham. His white tee-shirt was all sweaty from shooting hoops, and his face was flushed.
Stacy was shocked and embarrassed. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm while covering her pubic bush with the other.
"What are you doing here?" she said. "Were you spying on me?"
"Maybe just a little," he said with a boyish grin. He jumped down the steep incline and was standing next to her. "You know, I don't think my father would like it if he knew you were jacking-off."
"He wouldn't mind. He knows I do it," Stacy bluffed.
"Well what if I go tell him."
"You do that and I'll tell him you tried to rape me," Stacy said.
They had each other over a barrel. It was silently agreed that no one to tell anyone anything.
"Hand me my bathing-suit," Stacy said.
"Why can't I see you naked. I've never seen a woman naked before."
It was then that Stacy noticed that the fronts of Ronald's shorts were sticking out. He had a tremendous erection. Stacy could see no harm in letting him see her nude so she took her arms away from her private parts and let them relax at her sides.
"There," she said. "What do you think?"
"I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I think I've thought about following you down here every morning since you got here, but I never built up enough nerve until today."
"It's okay," Stacy said with a chummy smile. "It's about time we got to be friends anyway. After all, we are sort of brother and sister."
Ronald fidgeted with the elastic on his shorts. He was embarrassed at the way his hard-on protruded.
Stacy, who had been horny before he showed up, liked the idea that she turned him on.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," she said. "I know how men are."
Ronald smiled gratefully.
"Why don't you take those shorts off and we can both get a tan."
Ronald did not pause to think about it. He pulled off his sneakers and white socks, then ripped off his shorts and jock strap. His cock sighed with relief as he released it from its prison.
"You know, I don't know much about boys your age, I was pretty innocent until I got here and all, but it seems you have a very big prick."
Ronald smiled with pride.
"It's the biggest one in my gym class, and I was the first to grow hair down there."
"I hope you aren't the first to have it fall out," Stacy said and laughed. She was starting to feel more comfortable with the boy and she forgave him for sneaking up on her.
"My father would be mad if he knew I was out here with you like this," Ronald said looking around to make sure they were alone.
"You know very well that he works all night and sleeps all day. He's what you call a nocturnal person."
Ronald was beginning to get a lusty look on his face.
Stacy knew very well what that expression meant. It was a common look that all men got when their libidos had taken over their minds.
It was sort of a glazed over look, like the eyes weren't focusing on anything, or maybe they could focus on only one thing.
"I'll bet you, you never jack off, huh?" Stacy said and she knew she was being a tease. She knew all boys pulled their puds the minute nature gave them the ability to spurt dog water.
"Sure I do. Sometimes I even think about you when I do it. I can hear you and my father sometimes at night, moaning and groaning and making a fuss, and my little pecker stands up until I have to pull it till it squirts. It's not that I want to do it. I have to. It's the only way I could ever get to sleep. I pretend I am my father and I am, uh, making love to you."
"You pretend you are fucking me?" Stacy said, now leaning towards him a little. "Why Ronald Cockerham, you certainly know how to flatter a girl. How would you like it if you didn't have to pretend anymore. If you could fuck me for real."
Stacy thought the boy was going to faint. She could tell the thought made him nervous.
The boy's mind began to race. He couldn't imagine his good fortune. He had followed her just to get a chance to talk to her and now this!
"I guess that would be nice," he said, trying to keep his cool, but the excitement made his words catch a little in his throat.
"Come here," Stacy said gesturing.
She touched his cock. She made her thumb and fore-finger into a circle and. slipped it over the end of his stiff prick.
"Is this how you do it?" she asked. "Is this how you make it spurt?"
He could hardly speak.
"Uh huh," he managed.
Ronald was still too shy to touch her.
"Lie down next to me and be my lover," Stacy said.
Ronald moved like a zombie. He could feel it wouldn't take much to make him come and he was embarrassed thinking he might not be able to please her.
"You know, Ronald, I've read a few books and I know something about men your age. I read that you are approaching your sexual peak while I have years to go before I get to mine. I'll bet you come very quickly and often. It's the often part that is important. How would you like it if I sucked on your cock until it spurted the first time, then you can fuck me the second time?"
Ronald relaxed when she said that. He began to feel comfortable with his new-found sexuality. He built up his courage once more and kissed Stacy on the cheek. It may seem like a trite move considering they were lying next to each other naked, but it was a major step for him.
Stacy turned her head so he could kiss her on the mouth.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asked, looking into his eyes and watching the fear drain from them.
"Yes, sure, thousands of times," he said cocking his head to one side.
Stacy did not believe him. She could tell he was lying. "Really?"
"No," Ronald confessed. "I did kiss a girl once but I don't think she liked it. She made a face and went running away."
"I don't think she was very smart," Stacy said, trying to boost his ego. "I bet you I would like it very much."
Ronald took his cue and kissed her on the lips. He kept his mouth closed and smacked when he pulled his lips away.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Stacy said.
Ronald smiled, and looked away, blushing.
"You know Ronald, I know even a better way to-kiss."
"What?"
"If you open your mouth when you kiss we can touch our tongues together."
"You mean French kissing?"
"Good, you've heard of it. Would you like to try it?"
Ronald didn't say anything, he just tilted his head forward and parted his lips.
Stacy's tongue was sticking out of her mouth a little as she pressed her lips on his. She could feel his virgin tongue poke out of his mouth and touch hers. He did it very gently. The thought of giving Ronald his first real kiss excited Stacy very much. She enjoyed the role of teacher and Ronald seemed to be enjoying the role of student too.
"Now lay on your back and relax," Stacy said. "And I'll show you what I do to your father."
Ronald sprawled out on the ground. Her soothing voice sent little chills up and down his body. He was ready for whatever she wanted to do.
The second she had first touched his cock he knew it was going to be nothing like jacking-off.
When another person touches your cock, Ronald thought to himself, it feels a lot better than when you touch yourself.
Stacy ran her hands over the flat plain of Ronald's belly and spoke to him in a low whispery voice. "You have a fine body. An athlete's body. You make the juices in my cunt start to flow when I see your stiff cock sticking straight up in the air like that. I want you to ram it in me and keep ramming it."
Stacy's voice was having an effect on Ronald. His hips were starting to squirm around in circles.
"Try to lie still and just enjoy the feelings," Stacy said.
Ronald tried to keep perfectly still but his hips kept moving against his will as if he was fucking her already.
Stacy moved so that her head was by Ronald's feet. She kissed each of his toes, then sucked on the big toe on each foot. She kissed his ankles and his calves, while rubbing his thighs and knees with her hands. Then she moved up his body and kissed his thighs.
Ronald was squirming quite a bit now and he was muttering small pleading words that Stacy couldn't understand. But she didn't have to understand the words to know what he meant. He wanted her to suck his cock.
Stacy was content to love him slowly, as his father loved her. She held her mouth very close to his balls so he could feel the hot breath on them. Then she lifted the balls with her hand and held them in her palm. She bent down and kissed the sack, sucking on each ball gently. They were like tiny eggs that cracked easily.
Ronald was starting to groan loud, but Stacy figured they were far enough from the house so no one would hear.
"Be still," she said, and ran her tongue of the length of the shaft of his cock, sticking the tip of her tongue on the little hole where the come came out. She could tell by the way his body jerked when she did this, that he was very close to orgasm. She knew she couldn't keep him like that for too long or she would get spurted all over the face.
With one fluid motion she put her open mouth over the head of his rod and took it all into her throat. She had gotten very good at this and could do it with no discomfort.
Ronald let out a scream, and one would have thought that he was being tortured. But it was ecstasy that made him scream, not pain.
Stacy only had to thrust down on his tool twice before he shot his wad.
She swallowed it all then licked him clean.
Ronald's body relaxed and the two young people smiled at each other.
"Did you like that?" Stacy asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Her honey pot was swollen and dripping now, and she couldn't wait for his young prick to perk up its head again.
He nodded up and down.
"I never imagined when I jacked-off how good real sex was," Ronald said. "Will it be long before I can fuck you?"
"Not very long," Stacy said. "You should be able to go at it in about five minutes. Until then, why don't you lick my cunt."
Ronald's eyes showed a small twinge of panic. He had no idea how to go about licking a cunt. He was afraid he would do it wrong. But he wanted to do it very much. He wanted to know what it smelled and tasted like.
"Don't worry," Stacy said, once again reading his troubled mind. "I'll show you how. I'll bet you can do it perfectly."
Stacy rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide.
Ronald got his first look at the inside of a cunt. He had never imagined it would be so complicated. He had figured it was just a hole. Even the pictures of naked women he had seen in dirty magazines had touched up their photos so he could see the detail inside the pussy. There were all sorts of pink flaps of flesh that he didn't know were there.
"What do you think of my cunt?" Stack said, running her hands down the sides of her body, and sighing.
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but I'm not sure where to begin."
"You see that little bump sticking out of the top?"
Ronald nodded.
"That is my clitoris. It is the center of all my sexual pleasure."
Ronald reached out with his hand and put his finger on Stacy's clit.
But he touched it a little too hard and Stacy winced. He recoiled back, thinking he had seriously hurt her.
"Don't worry," Stacy said. "It's just that I am very sensitive there, and you have to be gentle."
Ronald tried it again, touching her very softly this time, wiggling the tip of his finger around in a circle. He could see by the way she shut her eyes and starting breathing hard that she was enjoying it very much. He was pleased with himself.
"That's the way," she said. "You are a natural. Just move your finger around in a circle."
Ronald knew what she wanted him to do. He lay on his belly flat on the ground and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Stacy shivered.
Ronald began to lick her entire cunt with broad flat strokes of his tongue. He was feeling more confident now that he saw he was giving her pleasure.
"Ooooh, that's good, Ronald," Stacy said. "That's very good."
Ronald searched around with his tongue, until he found the hole where his cock would go, and he stuck his tongue as far into it as he could.
Stacy's groans were making Ronald's prick get stiff again. He had always jacked-off and gone straight to sleep. He didn't know he could have more than one orgasm in a day. But now he could feel the ache in his balls where the come was stirring and he knew he would have no trouble fucking her.
"Now put your mouth over the clit and suck on it!" Stacy said, her voice shrill and excited with passion.
Ronald opened his lips and placed them snugly over her pink love knob. He sucked the clit, and the little circle of flesh around it, up into his mouth. He could tell that her feelings were as good as his.
He could tell by the way her body was straining, and her back was arching, that she was going to have an orgasm just like his. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but equally as powerful.
Stacy let out her own scream of pleasure as her pussy convulsed.
Ronald wondered if he had been that loud when he came. He could hear the sound of her come bouncing off the trees and coming back at him.
Ronald was very proud of himself. He had made a girl come the first time he had ever tried. And it wasn't just any girl, it was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
It was his father's lover.
This all added to his excitement. His cock was fully stiff now and he was ready to fuck.
He didn't wait for instructions this time. He needed no teacher. Instincts told him how to fuck. He lunged on top of Stacy and stuck his prick directly into her honey pot.
She let out a gasp of air as he entered her. It was as if he had knocked the wind out of her by filling her cunt.
The young boy did not know enough to start slowly and then pick up the pace. He fucked as hard as he could from the very start.
It didn't make any difference to Stacy. She came again almost immediately, and dug her nails into his back.
Ronald could not feel her nails digging into his back. All he could feel was how warm and soft and wet and wonderful her tunnel of love was, and how it was so perfectly suited to hold a man's cock. He rammed it up and in, enjoying the feeling he got as the muscles inside her pussy grabbed him like her mouth had. It was as if there were thousands of fingers inside her cunt, all playing with the shaft of his tool at the same time.
Stacy's mouth was open as if she was screaming but no sound came out. She bit Ronald on the shoulder, but not hard enough to draw blood.
Stacy was on the verge of her third orgasm when she heard Ronald begin to grunt furiously. She knew she could time it so they came together.
Ronald had not thought anything could surpass the feeling he had known when he came in Stacy's mouth, but he could tell by the tension that was building up in his loins that this orgasm was going to be the biggest one of his life.
And why shouldn't he have a big one? After all he was losing his cursed virginity. He couldn't wait to tell his friends that he had gotten laid so he could answer all there questions about what it was like as if he was the expert.
"I'm going to come!" Ronald screamed in Stacy's ear.
"I know," Stacy said. "Just ride with it. Let it flow."
And Ronald let it flow. The come exploded out of the end of his cock. Stacy pressed her hips tight against the boys as the third and fourth wave of come was shot up into her.
They lay there together in bliss.
Then something happened that scared the shit out of them.
Ronald heard his father calling for him in the backyard. They could hear Sir Paullis bouncing the basketball near the hoop then throw it aside.
"Where did that damn boy go?" they could hear Sir Paullis mutter. He continued to call out and Stacy and Ronald could tell he was getting closer.
Stacy wondered what would be the best thing to do. Should they scurry around and put their clothes on as fast as they could and pretend they were just talking or should they be as quiet as possible and hope they wouldn't be found. Stacy knew the first plan wouldn't work. Sir Paullis knew very well the flush that took Stacy's face after she had just had sex, and he would see it immediately. They would have to lie still.
But as fate would have it, going down to the river was the first place Sir Paullis Cockerham decided to look. He had woken up early, after only a couple hours of sleep. He didn't know exactly why. Maybe it was because it was such a beautiful day and he didn't want to sleep through it. He was going to find Ronald and ask him if he wanted to go fishing. It would be a peaceful day, just father and son.
When Sir Paullis got to the edge of the little hill that went down to the water's edge, he stopped and looked out at the river.
He inhaled the air through his nose and savored the smell of nature.
Stacy and Ronald held their breaths, trying to be totally silent.
They knew that Sir Paullis was only a few feet away.
Stacy saw a flat rock fly over her and skip seven times in the water.
"Ronald!" Sir Paullis called once again. Getting no answer he decided to go down to the very edge of the water and see if the pollution from a factory upstream had caused algae to grow.
And what he saw made his face turn beet red with anger.
Ronald was lying on top of Stacy, his limp cock still inside her.
"Hi Dad," Ronald said.
Sir Paullis went nuts.
He leaped down the little incline and grabbed his son by the hair, pulling Ronald's body to a standing position.
Stacy remembered Marlene's warning about Sir Paullis' temper. She didn't know what to expect and she was afraid. She was still holding her breath, but no longer because she wanted to be quiet. She was petrified.
Sir Paullis was so angry that when he spoke real sentences did not come out. Instead he spoke lines of poetry.
"Sitting on your velvet throne I saw you older!" He screamed smacking Ronald across the ear. "It shouldn't be so easy should it! It shouldn't be so sleazy should it!"
Sir Paullis seemed to realize at that point that he wasn't making any sense. He wasn't making much sense anyway.
"Get your ass in the house and get ready for THE BELT!" he screamed at Ronald.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fear paralyzed poor Stacy and sweat drenched her body. Sir Paullis did not allow her to put on her white bikini but instead dragged her nude, kicking and screaming, up the incline and towards the house.
"Please don't hurt me!," Stacy yelled, but there was no one to help her.
Marlene looked out an upstairs window and shook her head in dismay. She had warned the poor girl not to cross the master, but she hadn't listened. Marlene knew there was nothing she could do. Any attempt to prevent Stacy's punishment would surely bring harsh punishment to herself.
The master was so uncontrollable when he was angry.
The maid looked away. She could not bear to see the young girl in such distress. She continued cleaning the upstairs parlor and tried not to think about it. Ronald, in the meantime, was huddled in one of his favorite hiding places, hoping he could stay away from his father until his anger had mellowed.
But Stacy could not avoid his anger. She was caught in his powerful clutch. She had fallen and was being dragged on her belly across the freshly mowed lawn.
"You'll wish you never met me!" Sir Paullis screamed. "You will beg me to kill you so you will be out of your misery!"
Sir Paullis dragged Stacy up the spiral staircase to the door of her bedroom. Then he lifted her with ease and threw her across the room onto the bed.
"How dare you do that wicked thing to my son! He was a good boy and he knew nothing of the evil lust. He had no artist's burden to remove from his shoulders. His life was simple and free of passion. But you couldn't stand to see him so happy, could you? You had to fuck him real good and turn him into a man before his time. I guess it probably made you feel like a woman. Well I will show you that you are not a woman. You are just a little girl!"
"I'm sorry, Sir Paullis," Stacy whimpered through her tears. "I promise I won't do it again."
"Do you think I would take your word for it just seconds after I found you fucking my son? You little tramp. You will have to pay for your sins."
Stacy noticed how thick Sir Paullis' English accent got when he screamed in anger.
She wondered if he really had it in him to be cruel or if he was all bark and no bite.
When Sir Paullis took off his belt and snapped it across her breasts the first time, Stacy howled in agony. She knew the worst she could imagine was true. Sir Paullis could be a very violent man and he would hurt her very much before he was through with her.
Then Stacy saw Sir Paullis eyeing the hand carved bedposts on her bed. She didn't understand why he was looking at them. She thought maybe they unscrewed and he was going to fuck her with them
"What are you going to do to me?" she whined.
"I am going to teach you that you are not a woman!" he screamed. His eyes were ablaze and Stacy could tell that this was not the Sir Paullis she knew and loved, but some monster that lived inside of him.
Paullis left the room for a moment, making Stacy wait for her punishment. When he returned he was carrying four pieces of rubber hose.
"Lay on your back with your legs spead and your arms up over your head!" he ordered and she did as he said quickly and without a complaint. She hoped that cooperation would ease the torture.
Sir Paullis tied her ankles and wrists, each to a bedpost so she was open and vulnerable to his every whim. He had tied her tight and it hurt. She had trouble wiggling her fingers and toes.
He started to leave again. "No, don't leave me like this," Stacy begged.
"I wouldn't think of it my daughter," he said turning toward her for a moment with his hand on the doorknob. "I will be back in a moment with the razor."
The word razor filled her heart with fear she had never known. What was he going to do with a razor? Would he slash her, disfigure her? Would he leave her to bleed and die. Stacy knew that powerful men had no trouble getting away with murder. If one had enough money they would never have to see the inside of a jail. Paullis returned holding a straight razor in his hand, like the one a barber would use.
He held it up so Stacy could see it.
"I want you to look at the razor," he said. "I want you to see how sharp the blade is. Notice how shiny the steel is.
"Be aware how easily it could cut you."
He held the blade in the afternoon sun that shone through the lacey curtains. The reflection off the blade was pointed into Stacy's eyes. It made her squint and wince.
Paullis reached down and dug two fingers into Stacy's pubic patch. Selecting one black hair he liked he plucked it out and held it in front of his face to examine it. It was curly.
He held the hair up and split it in two with the edge of the razor.
Stacy's eyes were wide with horror.
Sir Paullis began to speak.
"No, my little sweet cunt, you are not a woman. You are only a little girl. The fact that you have hair growing all over your pussy and asshole is a simple freak of nature. One I will soon dispose of. I am going to shave your crotch clean so you have no more hair down there than you did when you were five years old. Then you will, truly be my little girl and I will be your daddy."
Drool fell from Stacy's lips.
Her cheeks were stained from her tears and she was sniffling small sobs.
"That's it. Go ahead and cry," Paullis said. "Little girls often cry, don't they? You don't have to be ashamed of crying. It is something very natural and something all little girls must do when they have been bad."
Stacy really let the tears flow now. She was too afraid to swallow and spit was oozing out of her mouth. Her tongue was thick and stuck out of her mouth a little bit, protruding between slightly parted lips.
Paullis began to shave the hair above her cunt.
"This is the easy part," he said. The skin below this area is firm and easy to shave. The tricky part is when I have to shave you around the tender outer lips of your cunt itself. Then it is so easy to cut you and it is so hard to stop the flow of blood."
Stacy was relieved he was only going to shave her pussy hair. She found the idea appealing and thought her bare cunt would look nice and feel nice. She imagined how Paullis' tongue would feel down there without a little rug of fur to get in the way. She only hoped he would stop all this talk about cutting and blood. That scared her very much. And the tone of his voice was still frightening. He had the cold, even tones of a man who was cruel and ruthless.
If getting shaved was the extent of her punishment she wouldn't mind too much. But she knew there had to be more to it. Much more.
"You must try to be perfectly still," Paullis said. Her abdomen was completely clean of pubic hair. "If you move just a little bit I might slip and cut off your naughty little clitoris. And you wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"
Stacy thought of what a fool she had been. She had had a perfect life and she had fucked it all up for a moments pleasure. Any girl in the world would give their right tit to be Sir Paullis' lover. How could she possibly have thought of getting sex from anyone else? Especially his own son.
She tried to be very still.
Paullis now had the blade between Stacy's dark tanned thighs. He ran the sharp edge of the razor gently over the wrinkled flesh of her cunt lips. He paid very close attention to what he was doing. He did not want to miss any spots.
Stacy was starting to feel a little better. The area around her cunt was now shaved clean and she was not bleeding. She had felt a couple of pinches when he had pulled a hair from that delicate area, but she could tell that he had not cut her. She knew he didn't want to cut her.
Paullis put a pillow under Stacy's ass, so he could shave around the pink eye of her asshole. When he completed the process, he stepped back and he admired his work. She looked so young without pubies. She looked like a grammar school girl and he got an urge to dress her up in a green private school uniform, with a skirt and knee socks. But there was work to be done. He still had to beat her.
He picked up his belt and folded it in half. He cracked it against his palm making a loud noise sounding like gun-fire.
"Don't hit me!" Stacy pleaded. "I promise I will never fuck anyone again other than you. I will be your little girl forever. I won't ever talk to Ronald again!"
She could tell that it was no use. All of her apologies and protests were in vain. He knew what he was going to do and nothing she could say would stop him.
Paullis sighed. He appeared to have second thoughts for a moment, but quickly snapped the belt across her bare belly, raising a welt and turning the skin there an angry red color.
"Owwww," Stacy screamed. Everyone in the house could hear her wails.
Paullis smacked her again with the belt and Stacy let out another scream of agony. She felt so helpless and unwanted, just as she had felt before her parents had died. There is no one to save you when your savior has turned against you.
Paullis beat the young girl until the entire front of her body was red and raw.
Stacy was running out of energy and her loud screams had dwindled to pathetic sobs.
Paullis stopped the beating. He knew there was no point in continuing. The pain for Stacy had peaked, and now the numbness was setting in. He would wait for her tortured nerves to recover before he proceeded with the torture.
"Do not think that the punishment is over," he said. "We are just taking a break. What comes next I think you will find very unpleasant."
Stacy couldn't imagine what could be worse than a leather strap across her bare body. The pain was equalled by the humiliation. She could feel a cool breeze blowing in through the window across her shaved crotch. It was as if she was feeling her cunt for the first time. She had never realized before how much the hair of her pubic patch had kept good feelings out. Now even a slight breeze could get her cunt juices flowing.
Stacy felt a warm feeling inside her. The pain in her flesh was starting to subside and she thought about Paullis' motives for beating her in such an awful way.
He's doing it because he loves me, Stacy said to herself. If he didn't care about me he wouldn't bother. Why else were her cheating upset him so. Once again she felt special and decided to enjoy the rest of the punishment for what it was: an act of love. She would not cry no matter how much he hurt her.
Paullis saw that Stacy's breathing had calmed and her tight muscles had relaxed.
He knew it was time to continue.
He untied her hands and feet so that the blood could run back into them. He massaged her ankles and feet and it gave her great pleasure.
"Don't get too used to it, I am only going to tie you up again in a moment," Paullis said, running his fingers between her toes.
"What are you going to do now?" Stacy asked.
Paullis slapped her hard across the face.
"Shut up!" he screamed. "You will speak when you have been spoken to. You young little shits of today have to learn to respect your elders!"
Stacy fell quit.
"Now roll over on your stomach!" he ordered.
Stacy's whole body was sore from the beating and every little movement hurt her. It was torture rolling over.
When she was on her stomach Paullis re-tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts.
"You have probably noticed that there is a hole in your body that I have never penetrated with my prick'" Sir Paullis said, his voice sounding calm and British.
Stacy knew what he was talking about. Although she had had it there from others, Paullis had never fucked her in the ass.
"I had wanted your anal training to come at a, how shall I put it, more affectionate time. But I have found that the asshole can be a source of much pain as well as pleasure, during my years of research on the subject. You see, the asshole does not lubricate itself like the cunt. Some people use grease or jellies to ease the penetration, but I like it best dry."
Stacy knew everything Paullis was telling her was true. She wondered if he knew that she had lost her cherry there. He must know. He saw the three men approach her at the hotel before he went upstairs to write poetry. He must know that other men had fucked her in the ass. Why the lecture?
"I know that I was not the first man to put his cock in your mouth or your ass," he continued. "This was a matter of poor planning on my part. I took you to a social function before you were properly trained. You probably think you know all there is to know about ass-fucking. Well, you are wrong. There are agonies you haven't even dreamed of. You think I am going to fuck you with my cock. You are wrong again. I have brought along a friend to have the honors."
A friend? Stacy thought. What could he mean by that? Was he going to bring in another man to fuck her in the ass while he watched? No, that wasn't his style. It must be something else, Stacy decided.
"I will not keep you in the dark for long, me sweet," Paullis said. He left the room and returned with a fourteen inch ivory dildo, hand-carved to look exactly like a man's humongous prick. He held it in front of her face so she could see it. It was much larger than the one she had seen strapped on Andrea's waist. It was pure white and very thick at the head and base. She could imagine no way that the huge dildo could fit inside her tiny little asshole. But she also knew Paullis was a very strong man, and he would get it inside her even if it took great quantities of brute force.
"Meet Big Mike," Paullis said. "He is a very special toy to me, one which I reserve just for moments like this. You should be very honored. You are the first to meet Big Mike since my wife died. No one has had the nerve to cross me the way you did since then. I am bringing him out of retirement."
Stacy tried to relax the muscles in her loins so the dildo would not hurt her as much. She knew it was no use. No matter how she relaxed her asshole it would still have to stretch painfully to fit the massive ivory dong.
"Big Mike has a very interesting history. You will get to hear it if you want to or not. I was on safari in a previously unexplored section of Africa. We ran across a primitive tribe of natives who had never seen white men before. They had seen photos, which they thought were miracles produced by the greatest artists in the world, but they had never seen white flesh before, and they thought we were gods. I traded Big Mike for a butane lighter. They had made him specially for an old ritual. You see, before a young girl could have sex with a man, she was hurt brutally by Big Mike."
Stacy buried her head in the mattress, hoping it would all go away. She hoped it was only a dream, but when she lifted her head again, Paullis was still talking calmly.
"That way the native men did not have the discomfort of breaking through the hymen. It had been removed by this little toy. But. now it is mine. It is a shame I didn't know how fickle your nature was before I took you the first time. Perhaps the use of Big Mike earlier would have made you think twice before cheating on me."
He ran the head of the dildo lightly up and down Stacy's spine.
"You see," he said. "Big Mike is as hard as a rock. And he is well-trained. He has learned never to yield at any barrier and to always be erect."
Paullis ran the head of Big Mike between Stacy's pert firm ass cheeks. She shuddered.
"Of course many women in this tribe bled to death after being violated by Big Mike, but there was no remorse, for these women were not considered adequate to bear children."
Paullis placed his hand over the crack of Stacy's ass and separated the cheeks with his fingers.
Stacy had promised herself that she wouldn't cry out no matter how much it hurt. She told herself she would take her punishment with dignity.
But all that was soon forgotten when Big Mike's head found the small opening and began to stretch it wide enough to enter.
Stacy felt as if her insides were being torn out. She thought of those poor native women who bled to death and no one cared. The pain was unbelievable. It couldn't have been worse if he had tried to stick a bowling ball into her.
Once again her screams filled the house.
"You may scream all you want," Paullis said, watching the mouth of her asshole gape open to take in the rod. "Your cries will fall on deaf ears. I hope Ronald can hear you scream. He knows he will be the next to be punished."
Ronald could hear her screams and they made him shiver in the dark.
Ever so slowly Paullis inched Big Mike into Stacy's asshole. He could feel the muscles inside her bowels panicking and trying to shit the enormous rod back out.
Sometimes he just held the dildo in place, feeling his hot little girl's ass struggling against it. Sometimes he inched it in deeper and would relish in the pain he was giving her. He wondered how far he would be able to get it in her. He knew that if he tried to insert the whole thing she would tear and bleed all over the place. He did not want to leave any evidence of the punishment after he was through. Cleaning up was such a messy affair.
He got Big Mike a full eight inches into Stacy. He knew if he went any further he would cause her permanent damage.
Stacy had never felt anything so big inside her before. Her muscles stopped fighting the dildo. She no longer tried to push it back out, but gripped it as hard as she could.
The tip of the dildo had reached the unknown spot inside her ass where a strange new center of pleasure lived. If he moved the dildo in any way, she knew it would begin to feel good. The pain had peaked. She was over the top of the hill. She wanted him to fuck her with Big Mike.
Paullis drew the dildo from her ass as slowly as he had inserted it.
Stacy could feel her shit tube collapsing where it had been vacated.
Then Paullis thrust the cock back in. He could see her shaved crotch and liked the way it looked from the rear.
"You are amazing," Paullis said. "I never thought you could have taken so much. You are so small, so petite. You have long legs but your torso is tiny and your hips are slim. Who would have thought that you could take to Big Mike so well."
He drew the white dildo out and hammered it back in hard.
Stacy felt her jaw drop and new saliva rolled off her lips.
"You are beginning to feel pleasure now, aren't you my dear?"
Stacy could not respond in any way. She couldn't even quite understand what Sir Paullis was saying. All of her thoughts were focused on her full ass.
Paullis left the cock in her and walked away to take off his clothes.
"Now that you have met my friend, you get me. I hope my cock does not disappoint you in anyway. I know I can not live up to such a large work of art."
He pulled the dildo from her ass and Stacy felt as if all of her shit had been pulled out with it. But there was no shit. It was just the way she felt.
Paullis now stood nude behind her and she could feel his presence. His stiff cock stuck out straight in front of him and swung a little up and down as he approached the bed.
He lay down on top. of her spread-eagled body so that his prick rested between the sore cheeks of her ass. Reaching around, he grabbed Stacy's firm breasts and squeezed hard.
He squeezed them so hard it hurt her and white marks wear made in the flesh where his fingers had been.
Then he pinched the nipples which were already erect, but there was no tenderness in this either.
Stacy winced and wished he would go back to normal. She wondered if she would ever know the sweet father-figure that had been Sir Paullis again.
She hoped everything would return to normal after her punishment was complete.
"I know I have been bad," Stacy built up the courage to say.
"I promise I will never do it again. So fuck my ass now and we can both enjoy it."
She waited for his reply.
Paullis thought he heard a note of real sincerity in her voice and decided that she had enough pain for one day. Now she would know what would happen to her if she misbehaved again, and that was the most important part of any punishment.
"Very well," Paullis said. "I will untie you now, but I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson. If I have to punish you again I will not be so kind."
Stacy vowed never to be with another man as long as she lived with Sir Paullis. She had been silly anyway. Why go look in the backyard when all the cock you need is right there in your own house.
Stacy's arms and legs were free to move again. It felt very good. She did not like the feeling of helplessness that being bound gave her.
"Fuck me in the ass," Stacy said again. "I want you to love all of me. We should know no taboos. I want you to love my asshole the way you would love any other part of me."
"I do love you," Paullis said. "All of you. Are you sure you want me to fuck you there now? You must be pretty sore there."
"Yes, oh, yes," Stacy said, rolling over on her back to look at him. "I want you to take me in a way you have never taken me before."
"You know I punish you because I love you."
"Yes, I never forgot you loved me."
"Good. And you will behave like a good little girl."
"I will be the best little girl any man ever had."
"And you will love only me?"
"You will be the only man I will ever fuck."
Stacy had been careful not to include women. She wanted her nightly baths to remain sensuous. It had already occurred to her that warm water and Marlene's big sponge would feel very good on her shaved and clean crotch.
Paullis became tender.
His hand became soft and loving as they ran lightly over Stacy's bruises.
"I didn't want to hurt you this badly," Paullis said, licking a little at Stacy's right nipple.
Her body moved like a cat rubbing herself against a man's leg.
"It's just that when I get angry I lose control of myself. Thank God I had the sense to stop before I left scars that wouldn't heal."
"It's okay," Stacy purred. "I will do anything for you, including being subject to your wrath."
Paullis smiled and looked deep into the eyes of his little girl.
"You are a precious angel. I have never deserved anyone as talented as you. I know that young hearts are very often fickle, but being true to me is something I require."
"I understand," Stacy said. "It will never happen again."
The softness of Paullis' voice was making the juices inside Stacy's cunt flow like a waterfall.
Putting his hand there, Sir Paullis could feel how wet and slippery her cunt had become. But now was not the time to use that willing hole. His goal was a tighter hole, one that would grip his throbbing rod more firmly.
Stacy got up on her hands and knees so her master and lover could mount her from the rear. His every touch was gentle now and she knew he would be gentle with her asshole too.
Paullis ran his hand over her whole sexual area, feeling how good the smooth skin felt without hair in the way. He told himself she had not yet reached puberty and that idea excited him. He placed the head of his cock against her waiting asshole.
Paullis began to sink his cock into that hole. Stacy gasped with pleasure and forgot about the soreness that Big Mike had left.
Now there was nothing but loving and touching. The couple's moans blended together into one cry of joy.
The day had worked them both up to a sexual peak and they knew that their orgasms were not far away.
Paullis reached around-with his hand and searched around insida Stacy's soupy cunt. He had never known a girl to produce so much lubrication. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had found that her asshole lubed itself also. His fingers found her bursting clit and he squeezed it. It was as if he was trying to squeeze the come out of her clitoris, like a woman squeezes come out of a cock.
He fucked her hard in the ass now. Her muscles there had relaxed from his love to the point where he could slide in and out of fluidly with no pain.
Paullis' finger stroked Stacy's clit and they came at the same time. The pulses of love tore through her body as he splilled his seed into her bowels.
He drew his slackening cock out of her, grabbed his clothes and was out the door.
Stacy figured he was embarrassed at being so cruel. He was ashamed to look in her face after beating her then fucking her in that manner.
Or maybe it was just that he had somewhere to go.
Or maybe, and Stacy liked this idea best of all, he had been so inspired by the day's events that a poem had come bubbling out of him, with his semen, and he had to run off and throw it into his magic typewriter so he could share it with the world.
Stacy liked to think that she was part of his art. That she made him a better poet.
Stacy lay back on her bed, folding her hands behind her head, and stared at the ceiling. She was lost in a beautiful daydream.
Someday Paullis would fuck her by the water's edge, where she had fucked Ronald that very morning, and the men who went by on the boats who usually waved at her, would see her fucking. They would get erections, and, looking up, Stacy would be able to see them jacking off on the side of the boat, spewing their thick come into the waters of the Hudson.
There was a light tap on the door and Stacy recognized Marlene's knock.
"Come in!" Stacy called out cheerfully.
The door opened and the Swedish maid entered.
"You certainly are in a good mood considering the hell the master just put you through," Marlene said.
Stacy was pleased to see that Marlene brought her sponge. She knew she was going to get a bath.
"What happened to your cunt?" Marlene asked.
"Paullis shaved it. He said it made him think of me as his little girl."
Marlene felt like going down on Stacy right there and then but she thought that might be out of line.
"I think it looks wonderful!" Marlene said with a smile. "But I didn't expect to see you so cheery."
"We kissed and made up," Stacy said, closing her eyes until they were slits, and looking dreamily at the blonde. She could still feel the glow of satisfaction in her asshole.
"Good thing for Ronald he got all his anger out on you," Marlene said, sitting down on the edge of the bed so her body was close to Stacy's. "He'll probably still get the belt but it will not be severe."
Marlene looked at Stacy's nude and prone torso. She could see the bruises that had marred that perfect skin.
"What you need is a hot bath to soothe your wounds," Marlene said.
Stacy nodded her head slowly in agreement. She had been wondering what the hot water would feel like on her exposed pussy lips and now she was going to get the chance to find out.
Marlene took her tenderly by the hand and let her into her private bathroom. Stacy could tell by her touch that she was afraid of hurting her.
"It's okay, you can touch me," Stacy said, taking Marlene's slender hand and putting it over her breast.
Marlene responded by giving the tit a little squeeze.
"In fact, I want you to touch me," Stacy said seductively.
"After your bath," Marlene said with a wink and started the water flowing in the tub. She tested it with her fingers to make sure the temperature was just right and then she stopped up the drain.
She filled the tub near the top with steaming hot water and Stacy stepped into it.
The young girl looked down at her own shaved crotch. She was getting used to it and she liked it very much. She would keep it shaved close because she knew that would please Paullis.
"I think I will keep my pussy shaved," Stacy said reflectively, standing knee deep in the water.
"Yes you will," Marlene said. "He has already told me that shaving you regularly has been added to my duties."
The two women laughed.
Stacy thought how Paullis always seemed a step ahead of her. It made her feel very protected and safe.
"Just lie down in the tub and relax," Marlene said placing a hand on Stacy's shoulder.
The maid then removed her own clothes.
Stacy could feel the steam rising up her legs and striking her new hyper-sensitive cunt. As she slowly lowered herself in the water, she could feel the bath splash up and lick her there. The water felt hotter on her new skin, just as the breeze before had felt cooler.
She sunk down in the tub and lay still.
All of the pressures, the ecstasies and the agonies, of the day drained out in the water.
Marlene washed all of Stacy's body carefully, still a little afraid she would hurt her. She paid special attention to her pussy and asshole because she knew that was where Stacy was the most sensitive.
After Stacy was all clean, Marlene toweled her off and the two women got into bed and gave each other many orgasms.
Stacy thought she would die when she felt Marlene's talented tongue running over the exposed lips of her cunt.
She came again and again. That was the way it should be. That was the way it always would be. Yes, that was the way that it would always be.
To come and come again, time after time. What could be better than that?
CHAPTER SIX
One night, near the end of the summer, Sir Paullis was lying in bed with Stacy. They had just finished fucking gloriously and his cock was still in her.
"You are a wonderful lover," Stacy said, looking at him with adoration.
"You make me that way," he said. "You have become a wonderful lover, too."
She smiled, proud of herself.
"Stacy?"
"Yes, Sir Paullis?"
"I have something I have to tell you and I'm not sure how you are going to react."
"What is it?"
"Do you remember when you first started living with me, and we were going into that hotel for the big party in my honor?"
"Uh huh," Stacy said. She had no idea what Sir Paullis was leading up to.
"And do you remember I told you that you weren't the only girl I kept?"
"Yes." Stacy frowned and thought. "You said you had identical twins in London."
"That's right, well, Kathy and Judy Ann wrote me a letter and it arrived this morning. They said they miss me a lot. I have been gone a long time."
Stacy did not like the way the conversation was going. She did not like the thought that Sir Paullis had other homes far away and other lovers that she did not know. She wanted to think of herself as his only love but she knew this could never be so.
"Are you going away?" Stacy asked him with tears filling her dark eyes.
"No, it's not that bad. It's just that my home is in America now, so I have decided to sell the house in London and have the two girls come live with us."
"Does that mean I will have to share you with them?" Stacy asked. A single teardrop rolled down her smooth cheek.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Sir Paullis said. "But it doesn't mean I love you any less. You know you are my special angel. It just means that I won't be coming around for my visits very often."
"No, please, Sir Paullis," Stacy begged. "Tell them to stay where they are. Tell them to find lovers of their own. I want you to be mine alone just as I am yours."
But Stacy new it could never be. The arrangements had already been made.
"How will this change my life here at the Cockerham Estate?" Stacy asked, trying to pull herself together.
"These girls are your age and I was hoping the three of you could get to be very good friends."
Stacy was unsure. The twins had already learned to share Sir Paullis since there was two of them, but Stacy felt she would always compete for his affections, especially if the competition lived in the same house.
"Now let's not talk about it anymore," the poet said.
He kissed her on her full lips, and kissed the tears away from her cheeks. They hugged each other tight. Paullis said he had to go, and as was his nature, he left swiftly, leaving Stacy to ponder the strange news.
Stacy had remembered Paullis telling her of the twins, but she had thrust it at once into the back of her mind. She wondered what they were like. Would Marlene do the same things for them after their baths that she did for Stacy?
Stacy was troubled. Everything had been perfect. Why had Sir Paullis been so cruel as to invite them into her domain?
But then she realized how selfish she was being. The twins loved Paullis also and they had every right to his love.
Content that everything would work out somehow, Stacy rolled over, feeling the good feeling of Paullis' come between her thighs, and went to sleep.
Judy Ann and Kathy were to arrive at the New York City airport the following Saturday. Marlene and Stacy had taken the limo into the city to shop for appropriate greeting clothes.
Stacy picked out a white frilly dress, with matching shoes that buckled on the top. Marlene picked out a wide-b-rimmed flowery hat to go with the outfit.
On Saturday morning, Stacy got up bright and early and looked out the window. The sky was black and it was raining buckets. Stacy hoped this wasn't a bad omen.
She put on her new clothes, looking at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was just so.
As she stepped down the spiral staircase she saw Sir Paullis at the bottom, already dressed and looking up at her.
"What do you think?" Stacy said, searching for a little flattery.
"I think you are a queen," he said, and his British accent made her melt. .
When she got to the bottom of the stairs she curtsied and Sir Paullis bowed. He took her by the hand and together they made a run for it to the limo that was waiting right outside. It would be a shame to get her pretty clothes wet right off the bat.
"Are you nervous?" Paullis asked her, still holding her hand in the back of the long luxury car.
"Yes," she said meekly, and she gave his hand a little squeeze. He squeezed back and told her it was going to be all right.
The car pulled out of the long driveway, down to the main road. The windshield wipers beat out a friendly rhythm that reminded Stacy of fucking.
Very little was said on the long car-ride into New York.
Stacy was nervous about meeting two people who were so important in Sir Paullis' life.
Indeed, they were his when Paullis was nothing to Stacy but a childhood crush.
Paullis was excited because it had been a very long time since he had seen his two identical lovers. My God, he thought to himself, they were almost eighteen. Soon he would have no legal rule over them and they could do as they pleased.
He wondered if they would stay, even after they didn't have to, and he figured they probably would not. Young people should be allowed to roam and find out the ways of the world for themselves.
Judy Ann and Kathy would leave him soon, just like the others had. But he did not fret much. He would still have Stacy for another year and a half, and there were always teen-age orphan girls who needed a nice home.
His bed would never be empty.
The limo pulled up in front of the large airline terminal and once again Stacy and Sir Paullis ran to keep from getting wet. The twins' plane was going to be a little late so they got themselves something quick to eat and went to the gate to wait.
When the plane showed up Stacy realized she would" have no trouble recognizing the girls. They would be the only identical twins on the plane.
When she did see them she was shocked to see they were beautiful oriental girls. Stacy had never suspected that they were anything other than English.
The twins ran up Sir Paullis and leaped into his arms.
They were tiny, with small tits, and very little asses. But their faces were flawless. But Stacy knew why Paullis liked them so much. Neither looked a minute over thirteen.
Paullis could hold one in each arm and lift them both off the floor.
They giggled and showered his cheeks with wet kisses. It was obvious they adored him just as much as Stacy did.
"Girls," Sir Paullis said. "I would like to introduce you to a young lady who has been staying with me here in America."
He set the girls down and gestured towards Stacy. He was wearing a false smile.
"This is Stacy," he said. "Stacy, this is Judy Ann and Kathy."
"Pleased to meet you," Stacy said politely.
The two young oriental girls put their hands on their hips and frowned.
"Where did you find her?" one of the girls said snottily with a British accent.
Stacy didn't know which one spoke, and she realized that even after she got to know them she would have a hard time telling them apart. She wondered if Paullis could tell them apart.
Stacy was confused at the cold reaction the girls were giving her. But then it occurred to her. They had seniority over her. It was not they that were new to the situation, it was Stacy.
Stacy, figured correctly that Sir Paullis had forgotten to mention her to his European love-mates.
Paullis told the two girls the story of how Stacy had come to live at the Cockerham Estate West. They were not impressed. They whispered things to each other, looking at Stacy, and giggled. When they weren't laughing at her, they looked down their noses at her with cool appraising eyes.
Paullis laughed and asked the twins how life had been without him.
"Just awful," one said.
"We missed you so much," said the other.
Stacy decided that if they wanted to be catty she could play that game too.
"Paullis," Stacy said. "The rain seems to have let up. Why don't we go to the car now."
"In just a second dear," Sir Paullis said, and continued to chatter in the twins direction.
Stacy felt horrible. Already she was being ignored.
On the ride back to Westchester County Stacy felt as if she was invisible. She felt as if she wasn't in the car at all. The other three seemed to have so much to talk about and none of it concerned her in the least.
It was true, they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Stacy decided to keep her cool and hope the whole thing would blow over. The novelty of their return to his side would wear off in no time at all, then Stacy could go back to being Sir Paullis' main squeeze.
But the situation did not get any better. For a solid week Sir Paullis did not pay Stacy a single visit. The twins were put up in the room next to Stacy, and each night she could hear the laughing and the sighing and the moans of pleasure. She would cry herself to sleep.
She was not allowed to speak to Ronald, so Marlene was her only comfort. Thank God the maid had not turned against her.
"What do you think of the twins?" Stacy asked her one evening while she was getting her bath.
"I think they are stuck up little bitches," Marlene said. "But I have to be nice to them. It is the master's orders."
"How nice are you?"
Marlene understood what she meant.
"Don't worry, I bathe them rough and I never touch them anywhere where it might feel good."
"You understand."
Stacy was relieved. Marlene would be true to her.
When the maid was shaving her, Stacy asked, "Do you have to shave the twins also."
"They do not grow much hair anyway," Marlene had said. "It is not needed to shave them."
One night, while Stacy was lying asleep in her big soft bed, she heard a small tap at the door. Figuring it was Marlene feeling horny, she cheerfully asked whoever it was to come in.
When she heard two pairs of feet, she knew who it was. She through on the light and the twins were standing in her bedroom, wearing bathrobes, looking at her and laughing.
"What do you want?" Stacy said. She tried to sound angry, but mostly she sounded sleepy.
"We just wanted to have a little talk to you. To make sure you had things straight."
"What do you mean?" Stacy asked, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fist and yawning.
"We figured you thought you were hot shit when you had Sir Paullis all to yourself, and we figured it was about time you knew you don't mean shit to him."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about? That's a dirty he!" Stacy began to scream. She was very angry now. "Get out of here! You two tramps get the hell out of here or I'd tell Paullis!"
But they did not leave.
"Paullis sent us," one of them said. Stacy did not know she was lying. "He said we were supposed to show you how we fuck so you can improve."
Stacy couldn't believe it, but she knew she would have to be nice to them or risk being punished again.
"What do you do that is so special?" Stacy asked, her voice softening. She was curious why this visit was necessary. If there was anything for her to learn, she was willing to give it a try. Especially if it gave Sir Paullis pleasure.
At that the two tiny twins moved rapidly. Before Stacy could complain they had shoved a gag in her mouth, and hand-cuffed her wrists behind her back.
Stacy's heart filled with fear.
Stacy did not wonder where they had gotten the hand-cuffs, but she did try to cry out. No matter how hard she tried to yell for help, the gag muffled the sound so she could not be heard. The two little oriental girls just stood there and laughed at her.
"We understand you take beatings very well," one of the twins said. "We decided we wanted to find out for ourselves."
Had Sir Paullis told them of her punishment? Stacy wondered. Was he telling them all of their deepest and darkest secrets during his visits to the next room. Stacy had always felt that what went on between she and Sir Paullis was always to be kept an absolute secret.
Naturally, Stacy had made a few comments to Marlene about how good he fucked and stuff like that, but she would never have given Marlene details. She would have considered that to be an invasion of Sir Paullis' precious privacy.
But she was in no position to ask the twins where they had found that out.
"Of course, we don't have to beat you. We could just fuck the living daylights out of you."
And with that the other twin pulled out a battery operated vibrator. She flicked a little switch at the base and it began to hum.
Stacy's eyes went wide. She could tell that the twins were not going to be gentle with her. She began to kick out with her feet. She decided to put up the best fight she could. But there was two of them and only one of her, and they knew the disciplines of the martial arts.
Stacy got nothing out of her struggle except a sore neck. When it was over, they had used the terry-cloth belts to their bathrobes to tie Stacy's feet to the bedposts.
Stacy's hands were still cuffed behind her back and her shoulders hurt a lot. The two girls had evil looks on their faces. Tears streamed out of Stacy's eyes and into her saliva soaked gag.
One of the twins was just about to jam the buzzing dildo hard into Stacy's pussy when there was another knock at the door.
The girl snapped off the dildo so it stopped buzzing and gestured to the other to be quiet with a fore-finger on her lips. It was very quiet in the bedroom. The only sound was the labored breathing of the three girls.
"Stacy? Are you asleep?"
It was Marlene. Stacy's eyes lit up. She was being rescued. The door opened and Marlene let out a scream at what she say. Throwing big blockbuster right and lefts she hit each of the twins square in the jaw and knocked them down. They began to cry and put their hands over their faces.
"Master!" Marlene screamed. "Master come quickly!"
Marlene's voice showed the way her heart was beating.
One of the girls tried to get up and say something, but a stiff kick in the ribs by Marlene's pointed shoe, laid her back out.
Sir Paullis came running into the room.
"What's going on in here?" he said.
Marlene tried to explain everything at once, and it came out half English and half Swedish.
But Sir Paullis got the idea. He pulled the gag out of Stacy's mouth and untied her legs.
"Where's the key to the hand-cuffs?"
One of the girls pointed at her pussy.
"We were going to make her get it with her tongue," she said in a small voice.
Paullis reached in harshly with two fingers and pulled out the key, scraping in along the walls of the girls cunt-hole, hurting her. He then opened the hand-cuffs and Stacy was free.
Stacy, more than anyone knew what would happen to the twins now.
Paullis grabbed them each by the hair and dragged them from the room.
Marlene stayed with Stacy and patted her on the hand.
"Hush, baby. It's all over now. Everything is okay now," Marlene said in her most soothing voice.
The emotional realization of what had just happened to her hit Stacy all at once and she broke into heaving sobs.
Marlene allowed her to bury her head in her breast and get it all out. She stroked her hair and purred into her ear.
In the next room, Stacy and Marlene could hear the smacking noises of Paullis hitting the twins, followed by the screams of agony. Then there were more screams with no hitting noises, and Stacy knew they were getting Big Mike up the ass.
Marlene stayed by Stacy's side.
The screams of the twins torture lasted all night.
The next day the twins were, without any hoopla or fanfare, put on a plane back to London, where they would live until they became of age in a convent.
This short, painful episode in Stacy's life was over.
That night Sir Paullis entered Stacy's room just as he had every night before Judy Ann and Kathy had arrived.
He slipped into bed beside her.
Placing his hand gently on her thigh, he said to her, "I want you to know I am very sorry about what happened."
"It's okay," Stacy said in her little girl voice. She hadn't had any cock in over a week and she was very, very horny.
"Not just about how the twins treated you, but about how I acted when they were here. I neglected you and I never gave any thought to how hurt you must have felt."
"Well," Stacy said, cocking her head to one side. "It does get pretty lonely in here at night alone."
"You don't have to be alone anymore," Sir Paullis whispered in her ear while running his big strong hands over her firm tits.
They kissed long and wet, their hands free to explore one another.
"And," Sir Paullis added. "This won't be your bedroom anymore."
Stacy-looked confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Are you sending me away?"
Paullis laughed at her childish worries.
"No, my sweet. You are my only girl now and I think you have earned the right to sleep in the master bedroom."
Stacy was so excited she could hardly speak. She knew that no one other than Paullis had seen the inside of that room since his wife had died. Not even the maid was allowed in there. Paullis made his own bed and did his own dusting. If something went wrong with the toilet, Paullis fixed it. He would never allow anyone to set foot inside that room.
"I'm so happy," Stacy exclaimed. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.
"Would you like to see your new room now?" Paullis suggested.
Stacy was already out of bed and putting her clothes on. By the time he had thrown on his robe she was standing by the door waiting for him to lead the way.
They only had to walk across the hall. Paullis pulled a key out of the pocket in his robe and unlocked the door.
"I will have a key to this door made for you," Sir Paullis said. "You will still take your baths and shaves in your old room. I do not want to catch the maid in here. I am allowing you into a sacred place, so you must learn to respect that sacredness."
Stacy nodded.
It was as if Sir Paullis knew that Stacy had something going on the side with the maid. She would sleep at night with the poet, but she would still be allowed to have her privacy with Marlene. Stacy wondered why Paullis had never made an effort to see her or speak to her during the maid's nightly visits. She suspected he knew everything that went on between them.
Had she ever been able to keep anything from his? No, he had always been a step ahead of her. But she knew that he did not want her to know he knew, so she vowed to not mention it.
Paullis opened the door to the most beautiful room she had ever seen. It was the only room in the house that had kept its feminine touch, probably because nothing had been changed since Lady Cockerham had passed away.
The bed was large and canopied. A gold-plated sink came out of the wall. Above it was a large mirror surrounded by carved oak. Every piece in the room looked as if it belonged in a museum. Stacy had thought she was living in luxury before.
She realized that until this moment she had had no idea what luxury was.
Paullis dropped his robe to the floor and Stacy could see his penis was already erect and ready for fucking.
Stacy's little teenage heart was racing. She looked at the room, then she looked at Paullis' cock, and then she looked at the room again. It was all too much for her joyous mind to take.
She fell against him with a swoon and pressed her tits snugly against him. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, undressing her.
The bed felt like heaven. Stacy's lips became open and full. She parted her knees and made a low sexy hissing noise.
Paullis lay gently down beside her. He ran his fingertips over her body, savoring every inch of her.
Stacy's eyes glazed over with lust and she opened herself to her man. She ran her hands over his wide shoulders down to the small of his back, where she paused for a moment with her palm flat. She then continued down his body, feeling with her fingers the cute dimple just above the crack of his ass. Sir Paullis was a very hairy man and Stacy loved to run her fingers through it. She slipped the middle finger of her right hand between his cheeks, and teased him by playing with the mouth of his asshole.
"Watch it," he said with a smile. "You might get me horny."
"I wouldn't want to do that," Stacy said with a devilish look and they both laughed through their passion.
"Would you like me to eat you out?" Paullis asked.
It was the first time that Paullis had ever asked her a question in bed. Before this he had always instructed her to do things or told her what he was going to do. Stacy wondered what she had done to deserve such added respect.
Perhaps when Paullis had seen the way the twins reacted to her, and the way she had never complained during the ordeal, he realized how special she was.
"No," Stacy said. "Don't eat me out. Fuck me. Fuck me long and good and let us christen my new home in these sacred chambers."
It was the most poetic thing Stacy had ever had the nerve to say in front of Paullis. She wondered if he would laugh at her.
But he swooned, and began to sob on her shoulder.
"What is it? What is wrong?" Stacy said, stroking the top of his head.
"It's just that you are so perfect. You have always been perfect, and I never saw it before. I wanted to control you and I didn't know you didn't need to be controlled. I don't want you to leave when you turn eighteen."
"Don't worry," Stacy said. "That won't happen for over a year yet. There's a long time left. But even if I go away to school, I will always know where home is."
And then she reached down and held his stiff prick in her hands. She could feel it pulsing with desire.
"Fuck me now," she said so softly he could hardly hear her.
She spread her legs further apart and he slid his hard rod into her bubbling cooze.
She gasped as she felt his prick for the first time in over a week. He was very excited by the emotions they had shared that evening, and he did not fuck her slowly. He pounded away at her cunt with tremendous thrusts of his hips and she raised her ass off the bed to meet him.
They came together with mind-shattering orgasms.
They fell silent in each others arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stacy's attitudes toward her life changed drastically after she moved into the master bedroom. He had more confidence in herself, and was more apt to speak her mind even in front of guests.
She became more aggressive in bed too.
She found that she could often get her way while fucking Sir Paullis, by just using a stern and demanding voice.
One night, after Paullis had completed his work, he took off his clothes and he climbed under the covers and snuggled up to pretty Stacy.
"How did things go this evening?" Stacy said. She had noticed that she was beginning to speak with an English accent.
"Not bad," Paullis said, a little weary. Their life together had become very domestic. "I perfected eight lines that had been bothering me. I think the poem is good and now I've gotten all the bugs out. I sure could use some good loving."
He tried to roll over on top of Stacy but she held him back with her arm. After weeks of practice with her Uncle Frank, she had learned to fend for herself pretty well while lying down.
She pinned his shoulders to the mattress, getting on top of him instead. He did not resist.
"Tonight we do it my way," Stacy said, taking the dominant role. "Tonight you do everything I say."
Sir Paullis cheerfully agreed. He thought that Stacy was very cute and she could do no wrong in his eyes.
"We are going to do sixty-nine. I'm going to blow you while you eat out my cunt," Stacy said as if she was a police woman telling a burglar to halt.
"Sixty-nine?" Paullis said. "Where did you ever hear such a phrase?"
"You know what it means, don't you?"
"Of course, but where did you pick it up?"
"I have been reading a lot," Stacy said, kissing Sir Paullis on his chest. "I start out reading only things that have me in them, and I end up reading the whole thing. You'd be surprised what I've learned."
"Would I?" Paullis said. He was still amused.
But the smile was wiped off his face quickly as she gave Sir Paullis a little bite on the inside of his thigh. She bit down hard enough to hurt him a little.
"Hey, watch it!" Paullis said with a small frown. "Be gentle."
"What's the matter big man?" Stacy said, enjoying the way she could use her lover. "Can't you take it?"
Paullis could see the game she was going to play. Every time she hurt him playfully he would be unable to complain or risk a jab at his masculinity. He noticed that Stacy was enjoying her control over the situation so he decided to play along with the game.
Stacy licked Sir Paullis' cock with the flat part of her tongue.
He swooned as if he was Ronald and it was his very first time.
Stacy really got off on his reaction and sat down on his face thrusting her open cunt over his mouth.
"Now eat me!" she said. "Eat me. until I drip all over your kisser!"
Paullis had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. Playing along with his love-slave role he meekly made little licking motions at the outer lips of her cunt.
"No, you wimp! Eat me hard. Plunge your tongue deep up inside me. Fuck me with your tongue."
Paullis did as he was told. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go and sunk it deep into her honey hole.
Stacy laughed evilly. Her voice had dropped, and Paullis realized she was trying to sound like him.
He lapped at her open wound until his own saliva mixed with her lubricating juices.
Stacy in the meantime had lowered her head so her hair was pressed against the mattress and she was looking directly at Paullis' cock and balls. She lifted his balls with one hand and gave them a squeeze, once again maybe a little too rough, and with her mouth she found the sensitive spot between the sack and his asshole.
His groans were muffled because Stacy's cunt was covering his nose and mouth. He blew air into her cunt which came back out in his face sounding like a huge fart.
Stacy loved the feeling of her lover's tongue moving in and out of her cunt like a small but talented penis. His tongue was so smooth and wet, and it seemed to know every nook and cranny of her cunt.
Paullis loved the way that Stacy's cunt tasted. Depending on which part of his tongue he touched her with, she had a totally different taste. Pussy-tasting was an art equal to wine-tasting. No two pussies tasted exactly alike. He had found, as a general rule, that the younger the pussy, the sweeter the taste, but older women had a richness and odor of experience that little girls could not compete with.
He had found that African women have the muskiest tasting cunts. He had had to develope a taste for them, but when he did he couldn't get enough. He always returned to his old favorite though, the sweet young snatch.
Stacy continued to lick under Paullis' balls, and quietly slipped a finger between the cheeks of his ass and placed the tip against his hairy asshole.
Paullis loved the way Stacy's shaved pussy felt against his face. It made her seem very innocent, yet very experienced. She was the most erotic being he had ever known.
Stacy began to insert her finger into Paullis' asshole. '
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, taking his mouth away from her crotch for a moment. Stacy laughed.
"I am training you," she said, now putting on a distinguished English accent, which sounded like a cute imitation of the poet. "This is the first step in your training. Soon you will be the perfect lover, and you will be able to take all I can give you."
Paullis knew there was no point in stopping the game now. He was tough. He could take everything she could dish out.
Stacy pushed her finger further into Paullis' asshole. His body tensed and Stacy was forced to wonder if the poet had ever been taken there before. He had known many women, but had any of them dared to stick anything up his ass? It was an interesting point to consider but Stacy knew she would never have the nerve to ask him. Well, maybe not never.
Stacy had her finger in him to the second knuckle and she was wiggling it around with a circular motion. She hoped that this was the first time anyone had ever done this to him. She liked the idea of busting Sir Paullis' cherry very much. It made her even hornier and Paullis noticed her clitoris was very swollen and pleading to be touched.
He moved his tongue to the ball of joy at the top of her cunt, and touched it as lightly as he could with the tip of his tongue.
Stacy was trying to remain unaffected, but the pure sensuousness of this touch made her whole body jerk and she let out a deep moan.
"Maybe we can cut the training for cunt-eating short," Stacy said with a laugh. "You already seem pretty good at it."
"Thank you love master," Paullis said, with an amused smile and touched her clit again with the tip of his tongue, a little harder this time.
Her pussy quivered.
A fresh shiver rippled through Stacy's body.
Paullis could taste her clit. It was very sweet. He put his tongue on it and kept it there, making his mouth organ totally still. He could feel Stacy's hips do the moving for him.
Stacy felt like arching her back and letting out a howl, but instead she stayed in control of herself and licked at the very sensitive spot on the inside of Paullis' cock, just below the head.
Paullis grunted into her pussy.
She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. This time it was her turn to be a tease. She left her mouth perfectly still until he moved his hips, thrusting-his cock in and out of her mouth.
Their hips moved in the same rhythm, even though their bodies were pointed in different directions.
Stacy took her mouth off the top of Paullis' prick.
"I want you to come on my face. I want to feel your hot sticky semen dripping from the tip of my nose."
Paullis thought that was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard a woman say. He could feel the inevitable rumblings inside his loins as his come began to stir and prepare itself for ejaculation.
Stacy put her hand around the shaft of his hard muscle and worked up and down on it. She could feel the blood vessels near the surface as they throbbed and pumped blood into the head of the penis.
She knew it wouldn't be long before he came great gobs, so she quickened the motion with her hand.
"Come on my face!" she ordered him as if he had another choice. "Spit in my face with your cock."
Sir Paullis knew there had to be a reason for her to make him come in such a strange way, but he didn't have time to think about it, because he lifted his ass up off the mattress and thrashed at his sides with his hands.
He grabbed Stacy by the buttocks and held on for dear life.
And then the come shot out, looking like hot vanilla ice cream, and splashed Stacy in the face.
Come was everywhere. It landed in her black hair and stood out white on black. It landed on her fore-head and in her eyes. It landed on her nose, and just as Stacy had wanted, a tiny drip formed on the tip of her nose, stretched, and fell off.
Tne come had landed near her mouth also but she made no effort to lick it away with her tongue.
Paullis' face was still buried in Stacy's flooded cooze, but he was lying motionless and his mouth was not working. He was basking in his after-glow.
Stacy lifted her hips so her cunt came away from Sir Paullis' mouth. She turned around so he could see his own come dripping down her face.
"I want you to lick your come off my face!" she said.
Paullis had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life.
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to take that talented tongue of yours and lick all your come off my face. You missed my mouth and now, you will have to pay for it."
Paullis could see that the game had not ended. He figured that trying new things was okay even at his age so he decided to continue playing along.
"Come here baby and lick it!"
Paullis moved his head forward and offered a hesitant tongue. He pretended he was a little afraid and a little disgusted by the whole idea which wasn't that far from the truth.
Stacy was having the time of her life. Even if she was only pretending she was learning the power a woman has, and could use to her benefit.
She held her face closer to his so he could reach it with his stretching tongue.
He touched his tongue to a drop of his come and drew away as if he didn't like it. A bit of come stuck to the tip of his tongue and made a shiny string hanging in the air, attached at one end to her face, at the other to his tongue.
"Lick it up good," Stacy said.
Paullis acted braver and offered a more confident mouth as he approached her face for the second time. He lapped her cheeks with a broad tongue until her face was shiny clean and all of his come was down in his belly.
He didn't mind the taste.
It made him wonder if women thought of come-tasting the same way he thought of pussy-tasting. Did every man's come taste a little different? He figured that it probably did. Nature had found very little room in her kingdom for identical things. All snowflakes were different, all pussies were different, and come tasted different. Judy Ann and Kathy had been an exception to this rule. They were exactly the same. He figured that is why he had lusted after them so. They were a perfect mirror image of each other, and their movements often followed a poetic symmetry. It was also for this reason that they had to go. They had been together for all of their lives, and they had never gotten a chance to become unique. It must do something to a person's ego to know that a perfect replica of one's self exists. That is why they had become cruel. Their normal cruel instincts had feeded off each other and had been whetted by Stacy, who threatened their security. But they would pay for their sins. The nuns at the convent would teach them well.
Paullis knew that all women need a lesbian lover to be perfectly happy. The twins had each other, and Stacy was given the maid. These relationships did not affect their ability to love Paullis. In fact, they strengthened his relationship with him. It gave them the feeling they were getting away with something, and at the same time gave them a chance to practice their erotic skills.
Stacy grinned at Paullis.
"So how did that taste?"
"A little salty."
"Did you like it?"
"It was okay. I prefer the taste of your cunt, but each to his own."
"Is there anything that can compare with the taste of one's own sex," Stacy said reflectively. "Do you yearn to suck your own cock the way I yearn to eat my own cunt?"
"I did when I was your age. But I got over it."
"Really?"
"Yes. I even went to yoga classes to see if I could do it."
Stacy could tell she was having her leg pulled and gave him a little slap on the ass.
"Is there anything else you would like me to do, oh, great slave-master of the suburbs?"
"Yes, I want you to lick my clit and finger-fuck me until I come," she said having a hard time trying not to smile.
He lay down on his back, removing the pillow and throwing it on the floor. His head was on the sheet that covered the mattress.
Stacy positioned herself so she was straddling his head, facing his feet.
Paullis thought this was the best angle of all to admire Stacy's pink shaved twat. It really was a work of art. It was probably a good thing that genitals were considered dirty and taboo in many parts of the world, or that would be artists would paint. Who would want to paint a clothed woman, when such intricate and animalistic wonders he beneath.
"I don't feel any licking," Stacy said.
Paullis thought she was being a pest. He was content to just admire her for a while.
He raised his head and licked the gooey flesh between the lips of her cunt with relish.
He spread the lips further apart with his fingers so he could see all of the folds of pink goodies that lived inside.
She shivered and threw back her head lustfully.
Paullis put his hands around Stacy's waist. She was so slim that his fingers went almost all the way around.
She began to move her body so her cunt slid back and forth across his face. She moved as if she was riding a walking horse.
A woman's pussy tastes differently, Paullis thought, depending on how worked up they are. If you've just gotten the clothes off them and immediately thrust your tongue into them, they will be a little dry, still sweet, but the taste will have no body. This was not true of Stacy however, who lubed up until she was dripping if you just looked at her. But with most women the taste of their cunts improves as their bodies become in tune with the sex acts that are being down to them. The best is to eat out a woman just after you have come inside her, Paullis thought. Then there were many fine tastes and odors lingering from her orgasm.
"Oh, Paullis that feels so good," Stacy said, picking up the pace of her rocking motion, as Paullis quickened the pace of his tongue strokes.
He put his mouth over that screaming red angry clit, and sucked it up into his mouth. He worked his lips and his tongue over the small but hard organ, rolling it around inside his mouth as he would a sip of wine.
"O God," Stacy whimpered, her facade of domination cracking just a bit, and she seemed vulnerable, lost in her own pleasure.
But Paullis had no urge to regain command. He was enjoying the game and he felt that it was good for Stacy to learn to be independent of him. Even if she decided to stay on with him after she turned eighteen, he would not be around forever, and sooner or later, she would have to learn to fend for herself.
Stacy pressed down hard on Paullis' face with her pussy.
She was approaching that very special peak, when orgasm is inevitable but has yet to come.
Stacy wondered how long one could sit on the peak without falling backwards into frustration or forwards into bliss.
As so often happened when they were making love, Paullis seemed to read her mind. His tongue would bring her to the peak, but would not allow her to topple, as if in a dream, over the other side that was filled with fragrant meadows and after-glows. He quickened the motion of his tongue until her body tensed and her fingernails dug into him, then he would press hard on her clit with the flat part of his tongue, so her pleasure would not decrease, but she would be unable to totally get off.
He repeated this process three times, and after the third Stacy's groans were flavored with begging, and maybe a little anger.
Finally, she screamed, "God damn it! Lick it! hard and keep licking it! You are torturing me!"
Paullis smiled to himself. He was proud of himself. He could control her easily even during her domination game.
He could not be so cruel to her for very long. Her whimpers for satisfaction struck a strong note in his heart, so he licked back and forth across her clit until she had the biggest come of her life.
Paullis hoped she wouldn't break any windows with her operatic scream of ecstasy, Stacy, after her nerves settled into a reasonable facsimile of normality, she looked down and saw that Paullis had gotten hard again. She thought about her orgasm which still traced little lines down her legs, then back up again and centered in her cunt.
Pleasure had been mounting up inside her, like enema water filling a bowel, and the pressure with which the release finally escaped was awesome and made her a little faint.
She kissed Paullis full on the mouth with pouting wet lips.
She rolled over on her back and stuck her feet up in the air, her toes pointing at opposite walls.
Paullis knew a cue when he saw one. He mounted her and slipped his massive tool right up inside her. It went all the way in with the first thrust and Stacy came again at once. It was a different kind of orgasm this time, shorter yet sharper.
Paullis continued to fuck her and she came three more times before he shot his wad for the second time, lining the walls of her hot hole with his lust jelly.
They were spent and fell into each other's arms, holding on tight, and peering into one another's eyes, each thinking how perfect the other was. They slept that way and had dreams of heaven.
Heaven on Earth.
The next day Stacy decided it would be fun to try out her new dominant sex role with the maid. She was perhaps a little overconfident, as beautiful young girls sometimes are, but she wanted to have a little fun and she decided to make sure she didn't frighten Marlene.
Stacy was lying nude across the bed in her old room, reading a dirty magazine, and waiting for Marlene to show up for her shave and bath. Her fingers played with her clit as she read a dirty story about a motorcycle gang all raping a virgin teenager.
She heard the familiar knock on the door and quickly hid the magazine under the mattress. She had snuck it in and she would be embarrassed if anyone found out she was reading such matter.
"Come in," Stacy said seductively.
Marlene entered the room. She noticed right away how flushed Stacy's face was.
"What were you doing? Reading that filth again?" Marlene said with a coy smile.
"How did you know?" Stacy asked, her embarrassment adding to the ruby tone of her cheeks.
"Who do you think makes the bed in here?" Marlene said and laughed. "You should know by now not to try to keep secrets from me."
Stacy had not wanted her game to get off to such a poor start.
So she decided to make an aggressive comeback.
She walked over to the maid and slipped an arm around her waist. She pulled the Swedish woman's body close to her and slammed a big kiss on her lips, thrusting with her tongue into a surprised mouth.
"We are frisky today, aren't we?" Marlene said.
Stacy continued kissing her. She kissed her behind the ear, on the ear, and on the neck. She stuck her tongue into Marlene's ear and nibbled on her ear-lobe.
Marlene giggled. It was as if no one had ever been that forward with her before. Or perhaps no other woman ever had.
"You must wait until after your shave and your bath," Marlene said, trying to regain control of the situation.
"No I want to make it with you now!" Stacy screamed.
Marlene was taken aback. She didn't know what to say. She could feel herself get all hot and bothered at the way Stacy was coming on to her.
"Take off your clothes!" Stacy ordered. Her voice was firm but did not lack affection. Marlene stood and looked at her wide-eyed.
"I said take them off! I want to make it with you, baby."
Marlene smiled, beginning to catch on and took off her clothes slowly and seductively as if she was doing a strip-tease. Marlene watched Stacy watch he strip.
When Marlene was totally naked, Stacy grabbed her and pulled her against herself, so their nude bodies touched from the crotch up, their nipples rubbing together.
"Oh Stacy," Marlene said, pretending she was about to faint. "You don't know what it does to me when a strong woman treats me rough."
The maid made a noise that sounded like a mad dog growling.
Stacy kissed her again and their lips played over one another, like children wrestling in a swimming pool.
"Eat my cunt, Blondie!" Stacy ordered. Marlene fell to her knees and Stacy pressed on the top of her head with her hands.
Stacy loved Marlene's hair. It was a light yellow, almost white, and hung down over her shoulders and breasts.
Marlene kissed Stacy's belly, and worked her way down until her tongue was on the shaved mound.
Stacy began to run her fingers through the long blonde hair that fell so gracefully from the maid's scalp. She separated her knees, and stood bow-legged so her cunt lips would part. She wanted to make" it easy for Marlene to sink her feminine little mouth into her boiling pit.
Marlene wondered what had happened to Stacy to make her so forceful. Had it happened overnight, or had it been a gradual process that she hadn't noticed until now? She knew one thing for sure. It had something to do with Sir Paullis and Stacy's recent move into the master bedroom. Was Stacy preparing herself to be head of the household someday? After she married, if she married, Paullis and he died, she would be the boss. Maybe she was practicing. being boss. Or maybe it was just another childish game, although not an unpleasant one, but a phase that would pass. Marlene did not care one way or the other. She was happy to have the pretty girl come on to her. She had always wanted a dominant lover, but one who was kind and considerate.
All of the men she had been with had been very rough and had no tenderness. They had no idea at all how to give her pleasure, and ever since she had been raped as a little girl by a man who talked her into letting him give her a ride home, she had encountered trouble coming with men. She had always found women very nice lovers. They cared and touched and seemed to know better what got a women off, but they were often prissy and lacked the ability to take the initiative. Marlene had been forced to be the dominant lover in all of her lesbian relationships, and it was a role that did not suit her.
Now she was on her knees in front of a young woman who was more than willing to tell her what to do. The idea made her cunt not moist, not damp, but soaking wet!
Marlene ran her tongue along the insides of Stacy's thighs in circles, growing ever closer to the opening where Stacy's unquenchable thirst for lust lived.
"Your tongue is very good," Stacy said still holding onto Marlene's head. "Let's go to the bed so we can give each other pleasure at the same time."
Marlene knew what she meant and they positioned themselves on the bed so they could eat each other's cunts at the same time.
"Why is it that you never shaved your pussy?" Stacy asked the maid.
Marlene thought for a moment and said, "I guess because I thought blonde pussies were popular. I don't know I never gave it much thought."
"Would it be okay if I shaved you now, so you can know as I do just how good it feels." Marlene thought it was a pretty good idea.
After all, the razor was already there.
Marlene lay down on the rug and opened her legs. Stacy shaved her bare, being very careful not to hurt her in any way, letting a stray finger strike her clit and laughing when she jerked.
Marlene ran her fingers over her own cunt-lips and swooned.
When both women were free of pubic hair they jumped on the bed and rolled around, rubbing their smooth crotches together.
This made it easier for Stacy to fulfill her fantasy of eating out her own cunt. They resumed licking at each other's twats, and Stacy tried to time her licks to be the same as Marlene's so she could imagine she was licking herself.
Quickly, the action got hot, and they were gobbling at one another with reckless abandon.
It was great sex.
Stacy could tell that Marlene was about to have a massive orgasm, so she tried something to add to her game.
She inserted her finger in Marlene's newly bared asshole, just as she had with Sir Paullis. But she was not gentle in any way. She thrust the finger in hard and fucked it in and out of the Swede's asshole.
Stacy could feel the muscles in Marlene's ass contract and squeeze her finger as her orgasm exploded within her. Stacy wished at that moment that the maid would fuck her in the ass with her finger in the same way, but she knew that did not fit in with the rules of the game they were playing.
Stacy and Marlene gave each other many orgasms during that session. It was the best time they had ever had together. The maid had shaved her and bathed her as if she was her slave.
The problem was, the domination bit was starting to go to Stacy's head. She figured if she could make it work with Sir Paullis and Marlene, she could make it work with anyone. She forgot that they had been playing along, because they knew that she was only pretending and they both, in their own way, wanted to please her very much.
Stacy also pushed aside in her mind the warnings Sir Paullis had given her about cheating on him. It had been a long time since her punishment and the pain had been forgotten.
One afternoon, while sitting over tea, Paullis had an announcement that gave Stacy an idea.
"Stacy," he said, looking up over a newspaper. "I have to go away this week-end."
"Can I come with you," Stacy said, taking a sip of her Lap sang Souchong tea.
"You could but I don't think you will want to. It's a poets conference with a bunch of stiffs in the midwest. The company will be very dull, and I will be very busy so I won't have any time to pay attention to you. You should go" out and make some friends your own age," he suggested.
A magic light bulb went on over Stacy's head.
This was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
She hadn't really thought about it, but she had been looking forward to getting Sir Paullis out of town so she could have a little fun and not risk getting caught.
All that week Stacy thought about what she would do with her two days of freedom.
Since she was a big fan of new wave music, she decided to go into New York City and check out the action at some of the local clubs. She knew that the scene was pretty decadent, so she figured she would have no trouble finding a nice boy with a big cock who would do everything she demanded.
Marlene and Stacy went into the city to shop for punk clothes. They bought a pair of black spike high-heels with pointy toes, black leather pants that fit snugly around the ankle, a pink loose-fitting blouse which was to be worn with no bra, and a pair of wraparound sunglasses.
At home she modeled the clothes for Marlene who applauded and told her she made a very attractive punk.
On Friday night, moments after Sir Paullis had left for the airport Stacy forged out on her own and took the train into the city.
She had decided to go see her favorite punk rock group, Drip Anus, at a club called Smax. When she arrived at the train station she stepped out to the curb and had no trouble hailing a cab. Pretty young girls in punk outfits very seldom have any trouble getting a cab in New York.
The cab driver's name was Nathan. He was Italian with big brown eyes and a sincere look that masked lust in his heart. He had trouble driving because his eyes were riveted to the rear view mirror. Even though it was dark out, Stacy was wearing her shades.
Very hip, Nathan thought.
But he was a nice cab driver and he drove her directly to Smax without making any pit-stops along the way. He thought about it of course, but he decided he wanted to make money more than he wanted to get laid, so he didn't proposition her. During the time he was fucking this tight squeeze, there was no telling how many big fares and juicy tips he would be passing up, so he didn't try anything.
The club was in a sleazy neighborhood in the Lower East Side. A bunch of kids dressed up in clothes very much like Stacy's hung out on the hoods of cars parked out in front of the place. They smoked joints and looked around in their shades like they were too cool to move.
Stacy clip-clopped across the sidewalk on her spike heels, after paying Nathan and tipping him ten bucks, for which she received a big brown-eyed sincere look that made her want to take him in the back of his cab.
It was very dark inside Smax, and it took a long time for Stacy to adjust to the lack of light. She thought of taking off her shades but she realized that was out of the question. She paid the cover, got her hands stamped, and found a small table in front of the stage.
A snotty blonde waitress asked her what she was drinking.
Stacy thought for a moment. She didn't know very much about drinks. She tried to think of a tough drink and ordered beer.
The beer cost a buck fifty and Stacy gave the waitress two singles. The waitress pocketed the bills and walked away, thinking the change was her tip.
Stacy sipped on her cool long beer and waited for the show to start.
It was past eleven when there was finally action on the stage. By this time the club had squeezed in all of the punk rockers it could hold. They were jammed in like sardines.
The emcee, who wore a mask over his face, made the introduction.
"How you doin' out there? We have a fine group of gentlemen from Queens for tonight's show. Here they are: Punky, Petey, Pussy and Poo! Drip Anus!"
The crowd went nuts.
The band ran on the stage, plugged in their instruments and roared through a hot licks version of their hit single, "My Baby's Like My Beer (They're Both Flat)". They all dressed the same, wearing tight sports jackets with tiny lapels, skinny black ties over collarless white shirts and tight black slacks fitting over the tops of pointed cowboy boots. They all had the same razor-cut and each had his hair died bright orange.
Stacy was in heaven. It was so great being out in the real world on her own, where she didn't have to worry about how she behaved, or what time she had to be in at night.
The lead singer's name was Punky, and he was Stacy's favorite. She could tell .by the bulge in his tight slacks, that he had an enormous cock, especially considering his slim build.
She was sitting in the very front and she stared at him throughout the show. She even lifted her glasses up on her fore-head a few times to wink at him when she knew he was looking at her. Other times she would roll her tongue over her lips slowly to attract his attention. She could see by the front of his pants what she was doing to him.
The band played for about an hour and then left the stage. The audience went wild, stomping and lighting matches, demanding an encore. The band ran back onstage to more thunderous cheers.
Punky stepped up to the mike.
"We'd like to do a new song for you now that we hope you'll like. And I'd like to bring a friend of mine up on the stage to help out by shakin' what she's got."
He reached down his hand and helped Stacy up on the stage. He gave her a peck on the cheek.
"What's your name?" he asked her. "Stacy."
She was surprised he hadn't recognized her. "Stacy, come back stage with us after, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
"The song is called "Sally is a Shmuck" and it goes something like this!"
Pussy, the lead guitarist, hit three power chords, Punky screamed, and the band tore into it.
Stacy danced around Punky as seductively as she could. She moved her hips in and out and from side to side. By the end of the song she and Punky were dry-humping in front of the microphone.
Punky grabbed her hand and they ran backstage together. The show was over.
The backstage was nothing like Stacy had imagined. She had pictured large private dressing rooms with stars on the doors. Instead she found that the whole band had to cram into one little room together where it was very hot and there was little air.
They could hear the crowd stomping and breaking glass.
"Are you going to play another encore?" Stacy asked Punky, taking off her sunglasses and wiping the sweat from her brow
"Naw, let them fuck themselves," Punky said and spit on the floor. "I want to be with you."
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He began to kiss her face and neck hard.
The rest of the band stood around and watched in amusement.
Stacy realized that she was in no position to play her little power game. It is hard to be dominant when you are out-numbered four to one.
Stacy tried to resist. She uttered a weak protest and kicked a little, but she decided it wasn't worth it and began to go with the flow.
"Hey fellas," Punky said. "It sure is hot in here."
"Sure is," they muttered.
"I think the band is wearing entirely too many clothes."
Without a word the band all got nude. Punky tore the pink blouse off Stacy and began to bite and suck on the tits that popped out.
"Wait a second while I take my pants off," Stacy said, slipping easily back into a submissive role. She turned her back to the band so they could see the crack of her ass and her shaved pussy as she pulled her tight leather pants over her feet.
She put her high-heels back on because she thought a woman wearing spike shoes was sexy. She had learned that by reading dirty magazines.
The band stood and stared at her. They had never seen a grown woman with no hair on her cunt before.
Petey and Pussy both had hard-ons. Poo, the drummer stood with a flaccid cock and rubbed his two drumsticks together.
"That is a fine quim you're sporting there," Punky said, reaching out with his hand, trying to get his whole fist in with the first thrust.
The idea of being with her punk rock heroes in such an intimate way, and the way she felt naughty about cheating on Sir Paullis, made her cunt slimy.
Stacy lay down on the bare backstage floor.
Punky leaped on top of her and sunk his huge member into her all the way with his first thrust.
Stacy let out a cry of joy. It was the first cock, other than Sir Paullis', that she felt in months.
It was true.
Variety was the spice of life. "Fuck harder, you little cunt," Punky screamed.
He was not the nicest guy Stacy had ever met but he had a big cock and he was sexy as hell.
She had her legs wrapped around him and he was slapping her hard on the buttocks, making the skin there blazing red.
Petey and Pussy walked over to join in the action. Poo sat in a corner and watched his drumsticks rub together.
Punky pulled out of her and ordered her to get on her hands and knees. Petey crawled beneath her and inserted his cock in her cunt. Pussy stuck his cock rudely into Stacy's face and she took it into her mouth and began to suck on it.
Punky then mounted her from the rear and placed his throbbing whang snug against her tight little asshole. He jammed it in much too hard and Stacy let out a scream of pain.
But she knew she would never be heard because the crowd outside was still making a lot of noise. Even if they had heard her, they probably wouldn't have done anything to help her. The screams of a woman getting fucked up the ass in a place like that would be considered part of the show and very amusing.
"Don't do it so hard," Stacy begged.
But the three members of the band continued to hammer at her without any concern for anything other than their own uncontrollable lust.
When they all came into her pretty much at the same time, they immediately lost interest in her.
She lay on the floor, come dripping out of her cunt, her ass, her mouth. Her lips were swollen and bruised and she felt used and humiliated. If this was the way the real world was, she wanted to go back to Sir Paullis and his distinguished and loving ways.
The band put their clothes on right away and were talking among themselves about where was the best place to go get drunk.
"What about me?" Stacy asked, tears now running down her cheeks.
"What about you?" Punky said with disgust.
"You tore the shirt off me. I have nothing to wear."
"So?"
"I can't go home like this!"
"Not my problem'"
They walked out and left her naked, abused and alone. Stacy had to spend an agonizing fifteen minutes before she could find a stage manager to lend her a dirty white tee-shirt.
His name was Frank.
"Here," he said. "It looks like you need it more than I do."
Stacy left the club in tears. She clip-clopped on her heels to the curb and hailed a cab.
The first one stopped. As chance would have it she drew the same cabdriver she had on her way to the club earlier. It was Nathan with his sincere eyes.
"Hey, it's you," he said in a friendly voice with a little smile.
The looked up at him, tried to stop crying and smiled. She remembered him.
"What happened to you?" he asked as if he was really concerned. "You look pretty disheveled."
"I just got raped by the whole fucking band at Smax. That's the last time I buy any of their records."
Anger was starting to set in.
"Didn't I pick you up at the train station?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah. That's where I'm going now."
"You can't go home like that. I don't mean anything by it, but you look like hell."
"What can I do? I didn't exactly plan it this way."
"Look, it's almost quitting time for me. What say I buzz you over to my pad in Brooklyn so you can freshen up. Then I'll drive you back to the station and I won't even charge you?"
"I don't know "
"Come on," Nathan urged. "I'll make you a cup of tea."
"Okay," she said.
So Nathan turned the cab around and zoomed to his apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn. He got out of the car and opened the door for her, and gingerly held on to her arm as they walked up the three flights of stairs to his place.
When they got inside Nathan said, "Why don't you take a shower. I'll boil a pot of water and see if I can dig up a more adequate shirt for you."
Stacy smiled gratefully.
She couldn't believe anyone could be so nice after the awful experience she had. She took a long hot shower thinking about how handsome the cabdriver was.
When she came out of the bathroom she was totally naked.
Nathan seemed unflustered. He handed her a steaming cup of tea and smiled.
She reached out with her hand and touched his crotch with the palm. She could feel his long cock get hard.
"What do you think?" Stacy asked him in a little girl voice, continuing to massage his stiff prick which was still inside his tight pants. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. He took the cup of tea away from her, set it down on the coffee table, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
Stacy blew out cool air through puckered lips.
"I think I won't be taking you to the station until tomorrow morning," the friendly cabdriver said and kissed Stacy gently on the ear-lobe.
When Stacy got home to Sir Paullis he had a big surprise for her. It was an engagement ring. He also told her that the whole trip to the midwest for a poet's convention was a phony. He had lied to her so she would have a chance for one last fling. The guy who had lent her his tee-shirt at the punk club was an employee of Paullis' and so was Nathan, the very friendly cabdriver.
"Oh Paullis, you always were one step ahead of me," Stacy said and threw herself into his open and waiting arms. "And I would be proud to be the new Lady Cockerham!"
Paullis held her tight against his chest.
He liked the way her tits felt when they pressed against his body.
He knew they would be together forever and he loved the idea.
"I have an idea," Stacy said and winked at him. "Why don't we go to the master bedroom and fuck until we can't walk."
"That," Paullis said with a smile. "Is the best idea I've heard all day."
