These tender teen lovelies, in many cases just barely past puberty, are the equals and more in lust of the full-grown men and women who desire them.
These angel-faced little darlings with their ponytails and braids, their shy, willing eyes and pouting lips, and their coltish bodies blossoming into womanhood, will amaze you with their erotic antics.
Girls in their early teens discover the strange, exciting realm of adult lust.
Here, in their own words, are the case histories of such "Bad girls":
DONNA high school seductress whose bi-sexual lust knows no bounds!
KELLY--young runaway seduced into sizzling teen prostitution!
MARIE--wanton woman-child who served the lusts of the master of the house--and the mistress, too!
The innocent and the wanton, the beautiful and the corrupt, the lustful little ladies and their adult lovers, will all be found in this volume of startling case histories, transcribed from tapes of actual interviews with the real-life participants.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Donna D. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
"I didn't know that shrinks made house calls," Donna said.
I admitted that it was a bit unusual. "I admit that it is a bit unusual," I said, "but every analyst has his own methods."
"Uh-huh.. . " Her jaws worked as she chewed gum. We were in the den of her parents" impressive split-level suburban ranch house.
Donna was a lovely, amoral little nymphet. Her escapades had gotten her into a great deal of hot water, although she had gotten away with it so far.
Her parents were wealthy members in fine
Doctor. You didn't even change expression when I said that. Very cool and collected, aren't you? We'll see.. .
Anyway, when the fall term of my sophomore year started, I was the new girl in school, and I didn't lack for friends.
I wouldn't lack for lovers, either. Try and imagine the way that the boys in school watched me go down the hall.
They would be squirming, wanting so bad to strip me and fuck me--it turned me on, to know that. It made me put more of a wiggle in my walk, swinging my bottom, just to make them all squirm a little more.
But I was in no hurry. I wanted everything to be cool, with no hassles.
Lots of boys are stupid. Girls, too, but that's another part of the story.
Like I said, boys are dopes. They're horny bastards that want to lay anything with tits and a pussy, and will if given half a chance.
But when they're with a girl, especially a girl like me, they think that if they've fucked me once, I belong to them.
Belong to them--hah! I don't belong to anyone, only myself. The second a boy gets the slightest least little bit jealous or possessive, I drop him like a hot potato. That gets them pissed off--not that I blame them.
That's 'cause they've never had a girl like me before.
Sure, they're are some girls in school who are just as pretty as me, not many of them, but some, maybe a few who are even better looking in some ways than me.
Not that I really believe that's possible. But anyway, there's other real foxy girls, but they just don't know what I know.
Know what I know about being in bed and pleasing a man...or a woman.
Mr. Upshaw found out what I know...some of it, anyway. He wanted to, uh, "know" me in every way, everywhere--in my mouth, my pussy, between my tits, up my ass.. .
But that was later in the story. The first time we were together, he was real nervous. He wanted me don't they all?--but he was scared.
He was scared 'cause he's a teacher and I'm a student...at least in high school. In bed, our roles were kind of reversed.
He was real good looking, a big broad-shouldered man, about twenty-five or so, I guess, with wavy brown hair and big wide shoulders.
He dressed real nice, and he looked good in his suits and ties. I wondered how he looked outside of them, all naked and ready for action.
Ellen Fallon knew. Miss Fallon, or I guess I should say, "Ms." Fallon, 'cause she was one of those, and everybody had to call her "Ms." not "Miss".
Not that she was like a militant dyke or anything. She was real fine and foxy, in a kind of put-together ladylike kind of way--sexy way.
She was tall and slim, thin, like a model, kind of, very serious and pretty. She was about the same age as Mr. Upshaw, maybe a year younger.
She had those good facial bones, like a model, you know, with deep dark eyes and jutting cheekbones and a thin straight nose.
Not that she dressed like a model, or was much into fashion. She was too serious for what she thought was a lot of silliness.
She wore her dark hair cut real short and close to her head, so that it was kind of boyish or pixyish, real Peter Pan, you know?
Not many women could have got away with that short-haired look, but her face was so delicate and pretty that she carried it off in real style.
She taught English what else? I feel sorry for her, 'cause she really loves the subject, all that literature stuff.
I feel sorry for her, 'cause she's wasting her time and her breath trying to teach anything to class after class filled with nothing but a bunch of bored, dumb-ass kids.
Not that I'm any kind of culture vulture myself. Reading books bores me silly. When I try to read it makes me sleepy.
But I was never sleepy in Ellen Fallon's class. I'll call her "Ellen" from now on, since we got to be such good friends, she and I.
I was just another student to her at first, just one more face behind a desk in a classroom crowded full of boys and girls.
Unlike a lot of the others, though, I wasn't all sleepy and yawning, or looking out into space, or staring out the window or at the clock.
I sat up at my desk, all bright-eyed and alert, never taking my eyes off her, listening to her every word not that I understood all that many of them.
What I did understand was how cool and sleek and attractive she was. She really fascinated me, got under my skin.
She was fine. Refined, dig? Like, she came from a real good family, a rich family, so she spoke real clear and had good manners and was polite.
Which is refreshing. She didn't even have to work, not with all the money in that family of hers, but she worked as a teacher anyway.
She thought she had to do something productive and useful with her life, instead of living and lazing off the family fortune.
Her attitude sure sounds crazy to me, but then I don't pretend to understand it. If I was her, I'd never work another day in my life.
Anyway, I loved to watch her. She was tall and willowy and graceful, moving like a ballet dancer, all fluid and smooth.
The clothes she wore were strictly blah. Lots of blazers and businesslike tweed jackets, soft blouses, long gray and navy skirts.
But she still looked great. She was long and lean, with small little titties and a nice round ass and sensational long legs.
At this time, she was dating Mr. Upshaw---Bob. Bob and I got real friendly, too. I was in one of his classes.
He seemed to notice me sooner than Ellen did, but that's that old boy-girl magnetism working. There aren't many men who don't take a good look at me.
Even you, Doctor. Sure...I saw you checking me out. Unlike most of the others, you've got too good manners to stare.
Not that I mind. I mean, I am the way I am, so why shouldn't men take a good look at what I've got? I'm worth looking at, it I say so myself.
I mean, not to be vulgar or anything, but look at my tits they're terrific! And this skinny little waist of mine makes 'em look even bigger.
But I'm not over-developed, cow-like the way some of those big-titted girls in school are--they make me look like a kid when I stand next to them!
But I'm just right, with tits about the size of pears, wouldn't you say?
If you'd like a better look, I could open my blouse no? What's the matter, Doctor--surely you're not scared of a little girl like me?
Sure, my parents are just outside, but that's okay--the door is locked, and anyway they would never come barging in during the session.
Still no, huh? . . . well, you don't know what you're missing.
Mr. Upshaw Bob he wanted to see what I had.
I showed him. I did more than that...much more.
I made it easy for him. I sort of checked out his schedules so I knew his routine. Then I made my move.
I was dressed for the occasion. Lots of times, I can't be bothered going to a lot of trouble to dress up special for school.
Usually I just pull on a pair of designer jeans and a blouse, or throw on a blouse and skirt, nothing imagine.
That day, I wore a long-sleeved pink blouse and a white skirt with a hem that came down past my knees by an inch or two.
I wore knee socks which were the same shade of pink as my blouse. My hair was all washed and set, and I didn't wear any make-up.
I looked real sweet. But when I stood in the right sort of light, the pink blouse, which was thin and clinging, was sort of see-through.
Under the blouse I wore a frilly little white bra, and when I sat or stood in the right light, the outline of the bra could be seen.
It was after four o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon that I got him to give me a ride in more ways than one.
School ended that day, like always, at three. I walked around the block a couple of times, killing time until four.
Wednesday was a good day. Mr. Upshaw was going out with Ellen, nothing too serious yet, I didn't think, but he saw her often.
I knew that just from student gossip. And I saw them sometimes coming to school together, her riding in his car.
I wondered if they had made it--fucked, I mean. I wondered Ellen was prim and proper, kind of quiet and serious.
Bob was different, more of a jock type. You might think that they didn't have much in common, but then they do say that opposites attract.
Ellen looked so serious and graceful that it was hard for me to think of her naked in bed with Bob, getting fucked by him, spreading her long legs for him, sweating and gasping and groaning and humping as he pushed a big cock in her pussy.. .
Oh, you are good, Doctor! You don't even blink an eye when I talk dirty. That kind of takes the fun out of it--I guess that's why you do it, huh?
Okay, yeah, sure, I know that I'm the one who's supposed to be doing the talking, not you. Hmmmm, maybe you just want to hear what happened, huh?
Wednesday was the day, 'cause I knew that on that day, every week, Ellen went to a meeting of the library council.
Which meant that she wouldn't be with Mr. Upshaw, good old Bob not that afternoon.
But I would.
I hung around outside until he left school. He walked out to the teacher's parking lot, carrying a brown briefcase, taking big steps.
I stood where I would be in his path, so that he had to pass me to get to his car. I leaned against the back of a car.
I held one or two books and my notebook pressed against my tits. As he got near me, I stepped out in front of him.
That way he would have to stop, instead of just saying "Hi!" and moving along.
So he slowed, and I said, sweetly rather than coming on too hard, "Hello, Mr. Upshaw."
"Hi, Donna!"
He flashed me a grin, but it was one of those workaday world, I-may-be-a-teacher-but-I'm-a-regular-guy grins.
I knew what to do with that smile.
There was nothing personal in that smile. But his eyes weren't so controlled, and he looked me up and down real quick, liking what he saw.
"Mr. Upshaw, I've got a problem!"
"Nothing serious, I hope," he said.
"Not really, just a problem. I missed the late bus and I don't have a ride home." I put a little sexy pout on my face.
He still was trying to look like a teacher, but his eyes were calculating, thoughtful, like he was sensing out where I was coming from.
He still played capital-T Teacher: "How about your folks? Can't you call one of them and have them come and pick you up?"
I countered with, "Why? Is something wrong with your car?"
That took him by surprise, and threw off his timing. "What?! "
"I asked you if there was something wrong with your car, Mr. Upshaw. Just looking from the outside, it seems okay to me."
"Well--well, sure, it's okay, but what's that got to do with anything?"
"Because if your car works, you can drive me home!"
He held up his hands. "Now wait a minute, Donna "
"Come on, Mr. Upshaw, don't be corny," I said. "Why do you think I've been waiting around for in the first place, so I missed the bus?"
I pointed at him. "I've been waiting for Y-O-U you!"
He shook his head but he was loving it. "Now listen, Donna, I don't want us to get our signals crossed, I don't want there to be a misunderstanding.. . "
"There's no misunderstanding. You're a man and I'm me. I'm sure you understand just exactly where I'm coming from."
"Donna, this is silly!"
"Is it? Listen--I'll tell it to you straight. I think that you're really a good-looking guy. You turn me on."
"Donna, you better slow down!"
"Full speed ahead's the only way I ride." I gave my head a little toss to sweep some strands of hair off my face.
I went on, "What's the matter, Mr. Upshaw scared of me?"
He gave a little snort, like he was so amused at the idea of him being scared of me, like it was just the funniest idea he'd ever heard.
"You chicken, Mr. Upshaw? Don't worry, I won't bite." I licked my lips. "But I do lots of other interesting things with my mouth."
By now he forgot that he was a teacher and remembered that he was a man.
He said, "You're playing with fire, Donna."
"Burn me."
He shook his head but he was hooked. He kind of threw a little quick glance over his shoulder, and that's when I knew--knew!---that I had him.
And he would have me...eventually.
I said, "You don't have to worry, Mr. Upshaw. You and me, we're all alone out here, with nobody to see us together.
"Besides, even if they did, what would they see? We're not doing anything bad. Uh, not yet, anyway. All we're doing is chatting.
"Even if somebody sees me going with you, it's no big deal. There's no law against giving a student a ride--or is there?"
"I hope to hell you know what you're doing, Donna."
"You know how you can find out try me."
He laughed, kind of mad but amused, too---and real turned on.
"You talk a good game, Donna. But talk's cheap."
"I do more than talk, Mr. Upshaw--do you?"
"There's my car, Donna. Last chance to back out."
"Are you kidding? Not on your life."
"Then, let's go."
He was a real gentleman. He unlocked the car door on the passenger side for me, so I could get in first.
I sat on the seat. The sun was shining through the windshield and it had warmed the vinyl seat so that it was hot against my bare thighs.
He closed the door. "Thank you, kind sir," I said. He went around to the driver's side. I leaned across the seat to pull open the button on the door.
When I did that, my skirt rode high up on my thighs, giving him a nice view.
He got in and started the car. Vibrations from the engine hummed through the auto. They made my bottom tingle and my pussy, too.
"Where to, Donna."
"You're the driver, Mr. Upshaw. You can take me anywhere you want."
He drove out of the teacher's parking lot and down the street. "You don't really want to go home, do you?"
"No, of course not." I sat back in the seat, turned my head to look at him.
"Take me for a ride," I said.
He drove away from the school, going down some side streets. Maybe he went by that long route so there would be less chance of us being seen together.
Ten minutes took us out past the edge of town, where there were all parks and green meadows and even some farms.
He knew a place. He climbed a hill, turned off a dirt road, drove up a bumpy slope to a clearing looking down on the town.
He turned the car engine off. After the engine rumblings died away, it was real quiet, so quiet I heard wind blowing through the weeds.
Other people must have come to this spot, since there were lots of empty beer cans and bottle littering the clearing.
I said, "This where you take your girls?"
"Sometimes.. . "
"Ever take Ms. Fallon here?"
For a second he looked like he might get pissed, then he laughed. "Not yet!"
"But not for lack of trying."
"Strange as it might sound to you, Donna, Ellen Fallon is an old-fashioned sort of young lady. She doesn't have your, uh, free spirit."
I laughed. "Free spirit, huh? Well, that's one way of putting it. Hmmmm...if I was Mr. Fallon, I don't think that I'd fight you off too hard."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so...hey, maybe she doesn't like men!" I suggested.
"No, no, she's no dyke, if that's what you mean. She's not the type."
"You think that all lesbians look like the girls' gym coach? Hardly!"
"What do you know about lesbians?" he laughed.
"Only what I read in my health and hygiene sexed textbook," I said. "What a boring book! I knew everything in it."
"I don't know what I'm doing sitting here talking about my romance with Ellen to you," he said.
"'Cause I'm a real sympathetic listener," I said, "one who knows how to keep her mouth shut and when to open it.
"Anyway, there are lots better things for us to do but talk," I said.
"Such as?"
"You're the teacher--you show me," I challenged.
He put his hand on my knee, squeezed. What did he think I was going to do--push it off? Hardly, after I'd gone to the trouble of arranging this rendezvous.
"You're a pretty little thing, Donna...but then, you know that."
He rubbed my leg, sliding his hand up and down my thigh. He pushed my skirt up, so that it was all bunched at the tops of my thighs.
It was pushed up so that he could see the white satin panties I wore. They were bikini-style and skin-tight.
They were so tight that the crotch of them pressed into my pussy. But nothing was really showing but some hairs from my bush, which curled out from the panties.
I closed my thighs on his hand and squeezed it, then let my knees fall open.
That's when he went for me, wrapping big strong arms around me, hugging me to him, moving his face up to mine.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing at my teeth.
I opened wider and her put his tongue in my mouth. It was a big tongue and I wondered if he knew how to use it the way a girl likes.
He rubbed my thighs while he kissed me. His mouth was hot and wet and wide, like he wanted to swallow me up in one bite.
He was big and strong, solid. His thighs were all tight with flexing muscles when I touched them. I put my hand between them.
He grunted with surprise when I put my hand in his lap. His penis was long and thick and I felt it growing while I handled it.
It got real big and hard, pushing up the crotch of his trousers. My stomach got all tight inside and churned with excitement.
He was still kissing me. I felt him, and now he was all hard. I squeezed the head of his thing and felt it throbbing through the fabric.
He kissed me some more, then came up for air. His lips were wet with my saliva and his face was red and hot.
I started picking open the buttons which ran down the front of my blouse.
"I'll do that." His voice was thick and raspy, like he was choking. His fingers were shaking with eagerness as he reached to undo my blouse.
Before he took off the blouse, he rubbed and squeezed my titties.
He pressed them through the blouse and the bra. He pushed them together and moved them apart, squeezing them softly, one in each hand.
He fumbled open the buttons of the blouse. He could see the pink tops of my tits rising up from the white bra cups.
He could see them, and feel them. He rubbed them. I looked down at his crotch and saw that his thing was sticking straight up inside his pants.
I took off my blouse, reached around back, and unhooked my bra myself. Lots of guys are clumsy when it comes to a simple thing like unhooking a bra.
I pulled the cups off my tits, so that they were all naked. The nipples were pressed before by the bra cups, and now they got longer.
The nipples were stiff, throbbing. He pressed his face against my chest and rubbed his face against my titties, kissing and licking them.
He was all hot and red-faced as he covered the nipples with kisses. He held the tits aid licked the nipples and nibbled on them.
He tasted the titties for a while. He took them one at a time between his lips and sucked them and whipped his tongue across them.
At last he came up for air. Before he could start pawing at my skirt, I thought it was time for me to show him a few tricks of my own.
I leaned forward on the seat, so that my head was over his crotch, with my face above that swollen thing bulging in the crotch of his pants.
I put my hands in his lap and touched. He squirmed on the car seat. I fumbled around for the buttons and zipper, but they were hard to get at.
"Why don't you pull down your pants?" I said. "I'm hungry!"
"Oh my God.. . " After a pause, he came to life. He unbuckled his belt, opened the snap of his trousers, pulled down the zipper.
He squirmed to pull the trousers to the middle of his hips. He wore those old-fashioned kind of undershorts, ones shaped like boxing trunks.
I like the ones that are bikini style, real low-cut and sexy, showing off buns and basket, as long as the guy's got the body to wear them.
Through the fly hole opening in the shorts, I saw his stiff thing. Its head was all wide and red and swollen.
I reached inside his shorts. He gasped. His rod was hot against my hand. It twitched and quivered as I played with it.
Down came his shorts. "Ooooooh, that's a nice big one!" I said.
His penis rose up thick and firm from his hips. He had a thick dark brown bush and a long stiff cock and a pair of swollen balls.
"That looks good enough to eat," I Murmured.
I lowered my head into his lap. My hair fell down on his hips. That made him squirm some more, and his thing jumped a bit.
I took it in my hands. He was big and I nearly needed both hands to hold him. I pressed my lips to the cock head and smooched.
He started climbing around in his seat from lust. My lips pressed the head of his cock, sucking it, licking, nibbling.
I stuck out my tongue and pressed the little tip of it to the little hole in the head of his cock and I licked in it.
Then I took the head of his cock between my lips and sucked it like it was a lump of hard sweet candy, like the penny-candy jawbreakers I used to suck on when I was a kid.
Sugar was sweet, but I liked these kinds of fleshy treats better.
I rubbed the head of the cock against the roof of my mouth, then I took the whole thing deeper and rubbed my tongue against it.
I took the thing deep. I slid my lips down it. Then I started bobbing my head up and down, back and forth, slowly at first.
He moaned like there was no tomorrow. My lips massaged his cock, which got redder and hotter with each pass I made with my mouth.
Then I speeded up, so I was sucking him all juicily, with saliva spilling out the sides of my mouth where it was stretched by his thick cock.
He moved on the seat. Springs under the cushions squeaked as he moved his hips forward and backward, working his cock in my mouth as sucked him.
He sat behind the wheel of his car. I had to hold my head carefully while I sucked him, to keep from banging it against the steering wheel.
As I sucked, I speeded up, more and more. He put his hands on my head and guided it up and down on his thing.
I knew when he was going to come. I could tell from the way his deep moans suddenly got all gasping and wavery.
He pulled my head down to him, filling my mouth with his thing, so that the wide head of it was more or less stuffed in my throat.
He came.
He groaned heavily. His ass rose up from the car seat. He arched his back and drove his hips upward, to put his penis deep in my mouth.
I held it there. The cock jumped on my tongue, then spurted masses of come.
I sucked away, sloshing the semen down, gulping it as quickly as it came gushing from the swollen spitting cock head.
My throat was dry and the come went down it like honey. I swallow the stuff, yes, Doctor that's part of my bedside manner!
After he stopped shaking, and the flood of come died down to a trickle, he sagged back in his car seat and slumped down.
It was like he was boneless, with all his muscles relaxed from coming. Except that the one part of him that didn't have a bone in it---namely his cock--felt as though it did, since it stayed stiff after he came.
Which was fine, since I hadn't even gotten started yet!
At last, when he took his hands off my head--they just kind of fell weakly down at his sides, the fingers curling and uncurling like he didn't quite know what had hit him--I took my mouth off his penis.
It throbbed heavily as I lifted my lips up the shaft. The knobbed head of it popped free from my mouth.
A droplet of come smeared down the side of my mouth; I wiped it off with the back of my hand. The taste of him was thick on my tongue.
It was a brisk fall day, but it was steamy in that car. There was dampness under my arms, and sweat where my bare back touched the vinyl seat cushions.
His cock was still stiff. It was long and red and sticky with my saliva and his come on it. It jumped and jerked on his thigh.
I slid across the seat and opened the car door. He looked up, kind of startled by the sudden clicking of the locked door as I opened it.
"Where are you going, Donna?"
"Come on!" I stepped out of the car and beckoned to him.
Outside the car it was crisp. The wind blew, lifting my hair and tingling through the sweat on my back. My nipples seemed to get stiffer.
It was an early fall day, with the sun still warm and bright, even in late afternoon. The valley far down below was smoky and hazy and peaceful.
I stood outside the car, bending forward and looking into the car as I hassled Mr. Upshaw to come out and join me.
My tits were dangling. I cupped them, one in each hand, and held them out, offering them to him, the nipples throbbing as I touched myself.
I didn't stop there. I straightened up, so that my head was raised above the car roof and I couldn't see inside the car to see him.
But I knew he could see me, from the neck down. I took hold of the hem of my pink skirt and lifted it above my waist.
I held the front of the skirt all bunched up with one hand. The other hand took hold of my white bikini panties and pulled them down.
I heard him moan when the panties were rolled to the tops of my thighs and my bush and pussy were uncovered and he saw them.
I heard him slide across the seat, reaching for me. Then his hands were on my hips and thighs, caressing and rubbing and stroking.
I moved my thighs farther apart, opening them to him. My pussy lips quivered as he ran his fingers up and down them.
He reached around behind me to feel my behind. The panties weren't pulled down in back like they were in front.
He slipped a hand inside the rear of the panties and rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks, kneading and pulling and stroking them.
He rubbed my pussy lips up and down. I stood with my arms resting on the roof of the car, which was warmed by the sun.
I was all wet and steamy inside my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips and they got warm under his touch.
He pressed his finger against my pussy lips and pushed it in. The pussy lips parted and he put his finger inside my tight little slit.
I gasped when he put it in me. I was all wet inside, with moisture oozing from the walls of my pussy.
I got wetter once he put his finger in me. He pushed it in and out, back and forth, like he was fucking me with his finger, which he was.
After a moment of that, I pulled my hips back, and his finger flopped out of my pussy. I lowered my head to look inside the car.
"You've got something better than your finger to put inside me," I said.
He wasted no time getting out of the car. He took hold of his pants and shorts in one hand, holding them up at his waist so that they wouldn't fall around his ankles as he got out of the car and came to me.
His hard-on jutted in front of him, sticking out like a red lance.
My pussy was all wet and steamy. He came around to the side of the car where I waited, still holding his pants with one hand.
I pulled my legs together. My panties fluttered down to my ankles. I lifted one foot out of one of the leg openings, leaving the panties hanging around the foot by the other leg opening. My shoes and knee socks were still on.
I turned my back to him and bent forward from the waist and stretched out face down across the front fender of the car.
The hood over the engine was warm, but not hot, since we had been parked long enough for it to cool off.
I had tested the heat of it with my hand. Once, I tried this trick without checking, and I almost burned my tits, the hood was so hot withh engine heat!
This time, though, it was pleasantly warm. Sighing, I stretched out across it. Soft flesh laid out over warm hard metal.
My titties were pressed flat against the hood, so that all the soft excess bosom flesh kind of oozed to the sides.
My nipples tingled. They were all stiff, and they throbbed from the contact with the metal. I stretched my arms out, draping them across the hood.
I lay with my head turned to one side. The front of me, the part pressing the car, was warm, while my back was cool with the wind blowing over it.
I felt nice. I drawled, "Fuck me, Mr. Upshaw--fuck me good!"
He came up behind me. He must have let go of his pants, since I heard them slide down his legs and land in a flop at his feet.
He stood with his stiff thing pressing my backside. I was bent forward from the waist, which made my ass cheeks really jut out toward him.
My feet were spread about shoulder width apart. He pressed into me. His penis was hot and hard and still sticky from the suck job I had given him.
His cock throbbed when it brushed my backside or thighs. He was feeling me up, with long strokes down my shoulders, back, sides, flanks.
I wiggled my rear from side to side, rubbing my ass cheeks against his cock.
He took hold of his thing and pressed its head to my pussy lips, which quivered from the contact with his flesh.
I quivered harder when he rubbed the cock head up and down the slit, back and forth, massaging heat into the pussy lips.
He held the cock head pressed to the pussy lips and pushed in. The pussy lips were pushed apart when he put his thing in.
The knobbed cock head entered me, stretching me. He was good and thick. I moaned from the bigness of his thing, while he gasped from the hot tightness of my little slit.
He stuffed the swollen cock head inside me. I was lubricated by natural juices but still this was going to be a tight fit!
But I didn't mind if it hurt a little bit, getting his thing in me, I mean. Sometimes that can be kind of a turn-on.
"Don't be so gentle," I murmured. "You can be rougher I won't break!"
Just to teach me a lesson for that remark, he jammed his cock into me, corkscrewing it up inside me for a few inches.
My head jerked back and my face was all creased. Twinges shot through my stretched pussy passage and I rose up on tiptoes.
He shoved his hips forward with short savage sudden jerks, jamming his cock shoving into me, entering inch by inch.
I made little moaning cries. Now he was deep enough inside me so as not to get dislodged by any moves I made.
He took hold of my hips, squeezing them, wrapping his big broad hands around them. He jammed his thing all the way inside me.
I grunted as he filled me with his swollen thing. I was all stretched. Sweat oozed from my skin where it touched the metal of the car.
He fucked me. He threw his hips forward and backward, pumping his stiff penis in and out, working it inside me, moving faster as his lust got hotter.
He pushed in deep, so that he filled me totally when he shoved inside. His hips slammed my backside and set the cheeks to rippling.
He worked his thing in and out of me. After a while, he got to be like some kind of a machine--a sex machine.
My pussy was a mass of pleasure, sending heat up into me. I pressed my palms on the car hood and raised my upper body off it.
When I lifted myself up like that, my titties were within reach of his hands, and he reached for them, still fucking me.
He played with me, taking hold of the tits and squeezing them, sometimes using them like a handle of flesh to hold on tight to.
He took hold of both tits, one in each hand, stiff nipples jutting from the tops of his fists, nipples which were stiff and throbbing.
I moved as best I could, throwing my pussy to meet his pumping cock. He fucked me good and hard and fast, a steamy animal fuck.
His lungs were working like bellows, sucking in great gasps of air as he kept shoving that penis in and out of me.
When he pulled back, he never pulled the penis totally out of me, although once it slopped free, and the whole cock flopped outside my pussy.
Before I could hardly blink an eye, or moan at having his thing out of me, he snatched it back and pressed it to my pussy and jammed it deep inside me.
The way his moans were rising, getting more and more high-pitched, and the way that his cock shivered in my pussy, I knew he was going to come.
I was still pretty far from my climax, 'cause it takes a lot of fucking to get me off, and I mean a lot!
So I used my own special all-purpose technique for such situations...I let my hand drift down to my pussy.
While the red rod of his cock pumped in and out of me, I pressed my fingers to my clitoris and massaged it while I got fucked.
My clit, which is always super-sensitive anyway, now only needed a few quick touches to set it humming and shooting heat through my pussy.
I timed things just about right. He breathed harder and fucked harder and faster until his cock was just a blur of motion pumping in and out of my pussy.
Suddenly he jammed his cock way deep into me, so that the head of it knocked against my womb. This time, he didn't pull back for another stroke.
He came.
I pressed my fingertips real hard against my clitoris and in about ten seconds brought myself to my own climax.
It was hot and sweet and rocked me.
Heat boiled up inside me. I got all trembling and dizzy. My pussy was like a mass of hot melting liquid I felt like I was melting between the legs!
His cock head spurted masses of come. He was a heavy comer even though I had sucked him off already, and given him one orgasm, his second load gushed as heavily as the first had, pumping masses of thick cream inside me.
He rose up on his toes to drive his cock extra-deep and squeeze the last drops of semen from his shooting cock.
The come was thick and full and soaked into the walls, of my pussy, which were all humid and steamy from the fucking.
He held me with his cock plugged into me. He shook and shivered like he was plugged into an electrical outlet.
After some seconds, he sagged with relief. So did I.
I lay back down, stretched over the car hood, my eyes closed. My mouth was open and I breathed heavily through it.
Steamy heat rose up from my pussy and went through all the rest of me.
I felt good and drowsy and sleepy and lazy. His cock was still thick and filled me. It twitched inside me from time to time.
Finally he caught his breath. He stroked my thighs and patted my backside and squeezed my hips.
He pulled out. My pussy quivered as his still-stiff cock slid over the creamy membranes which dripped with the come he had deposited.
My pussy lips pushed outwards when his cock head came free of them, then sealed shut. They were dark and warm and very, very sensitive.
I was glad that I lay across the car, since I wasn't sure if my legs had the strength to hold me up, until I recovered from my orgasm.
His come oozed inside me. It was smeared and shining on my pussy lips. It trickled out of them and spilled on my crotch and inner thighs.
When I finally straightened up, a fat droplet of come, which had been clinging to my pussy lips, fell from them and spattered onto the dry yellow weeds.
Mr. Upshaw was good, yes--but his girlfriend and fellow teacher, Ellen Fallon, well, she was just utterly delicious!
INTERVIEW TWO
Yes, perhaps it was a bit unusual for a celebrated analyst such as myself to indeed be making what Donna so colorfully referred to as a "house call".
But I have my reasons. In truth, I welcomed the absence from my office that my new routine of visiting my patients in their home.
I tell my patient's that it's part of a novel theory I've worked out. As you know, the traditional analyst-patient relationship is conducted in the analyst's office.
This sets up a duality between the patient's real life outside the analyst's office, and the world within the office.
By visiting the patients in their homes, I help to integrate those two realms off the patient's lives, and enable them to apply the insights they gained through sessions to the routine environment of their daily lives.
I have another, more mundane reason for currently avoiding my office.
The national recession, alas, has even reached my profession.
Only in affluent times, when the economy is booming, can people afford to search their psyches and look into their libidos.
When money is tight, folks can't worry about their neurosis. They're too busy worrying about the simple necessities of making a living.
As a result, many of them cut back or even conclude their sessions, although I candidly inform them that they require years more of analysis.
Of those patients who continue on with the counseling, many of them are slow and late in paying their bills.
I try to tell them that by delaying payment on their bills, they are acting out a rebellion against an authority figure perhaps their father.
But they don't listen to me. As a result, my own creditors, such as the landlord, telephone service, office staff and the like--are pressing me sorely.
In order to avoid them until my cash flow picture is improved enough to pay my bills, I have been ducking my office, where they wait for me.
That was why I was in the private den, belonging to Donna's father. It was a sort of study, a handsome wood paneled room.
Donna lay on her back on a leather covered couch. I sat behind her, monitoring her narrative and putting in questions from time to time.
Donna fidgeted with nervous energy. She had just come from the shower before the session, and her thin dress clung to her curves.
She was braless, and her nipples were prominently outlined against the fabric of her dress. Its hem only reached the middle of her taut pink thighs.
As she continued her narrative, Donna constantly sought to get some kind of reaction from me, to make me respond to her sexuality.
She is a most persistent young lady in that regard!
Ellen Fallon gave me a shoulder to cry on. I can fake crying real good. We stood there with her hugging me and patting me on the back.
Which was a nice place to be.
I was in Ellen Fallon's apartment. She lived in town, in an apartment complex for young singles, out by the shopping mall.
It was a school night, and I was in Ellen Fallon's apartment. The two of us were alone. It was early, about seven o'clock.
I used a different scheme on Ellen Fallon. Mr. Upshaw was a man. It was okay for me to come on strong to him. With Ellen Fallon, I used a different approach.
She liked me. I was a good student, never cut her classes, always paid attention. Lately, I had often stayed after class to chat with her.
Earlier in this day, when school was over, I put on a real long face and found her packing up in the empty English class.
She could see by my face that something was wrong. I made myself look real woeful, like I would burst into tears at any second.
My lower lip and chin trembled. I put on a good act, if I say so myself.
She asked me what was wrong. I let her think that she was coaxing me into confiding in her.
I told her that I was all bent out of shape by a super-serious problem, something which was so shameful that I couldn't bear to say it out loud.
She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. She was sure that my problem was serious, she said, but whatever it was, it couldn't be as grim as all that.
Then her face suddenly got real serious and shocked. She swallowed hard, and asked me in a hushed voice if I had been assaulted or molested.
I shook my head, and said no. She relaxed. But that was interesting, for me to see that she was real concerned that I might have been raped.
I wouldn't have minded raping her!
I just knew that we would be so good for each other. We set each other off. I knew that there was a lot she could teach me.
Like I said, she's a real lady. She's got class. Now, my mom, although I hate to say it, is kind of a slob, you know?
I mean, Daddy's making real good bread, but we haven't always lived like this, and we used to be pretty poor when I was a little kid.
Mom's still stuck in that head. Sometimes, with the dumb-ass things she says and does in front of my friends, or even strangers, it embarrasses me so much that I just kind of want to crawl in a hole and hide.
But Ellen Fallon was real different. Cultured. A lady.
And, not to flatter myself, or sound like I've got a high opinion of myself, even though I do, I figured that there was a lot that I could teach her.
I'm a lot of things, but I'm no little lady--not in bed, anyway. I'm a tigress in bed, which is a pretty good thing to be.
It was a shame that I just couldn't come right out and tell her that I really dug her and that I wanted to be her bed partner and make love with her.
But in this life, from what I've seen, honesty is the worst policy. The thing to do is be sneaky, and kind of trick people into doing what they really wanted to do anyway. We were alone in the classroom. It was after three o'clock, and the building was just about deserted by students and teachers.
The door opening out on the hall had been closed by Ellen Fallon when I told her that I wanted to confide in her.
Even so, I made of big show of looking guiltily over my shoulder, like I was so nervous about somebody else hearing what I said.
Then I told Ellen Fallon that no, I had not been raped, but yes, my problem was about (and here I dropped my voice to a whisper)---sex.
She urged me to get in touch with my feelings and confide in her. Hey, Doctor, that's kind of like your rap, isn't it?
How about you, Mr. Shrink? Are you in touch with your feelings? What do you feel when you see me all stretched out on my back like this on the couch?
Hey, I always wondered about why all you shrinks have those couches in your offices...oh, all right, Doctor, if you want to be a stuffy minded spoilsport, well then, I'll just go on with my story.
Maybe it will thaw you out...anyway, I told Ellen Fallon that my problem with SEX was too big for me to go into then.
I asked, real timidly, if maybe I could see her later--after school, out of school, at her place? Then I could talk freely.
She said that was a fine suggestion. I arranged to go over to her apartment after dinner. She lived over on the other side of town.
After dinner, I got a ride over from one of my girlfriends--friend, not lover--although I sure didn't tell her where I was going!
It was a cool night. I wore a short sleeved white dress and loafers and a stadium coat with a hood to keep out the chill.
I had my friend drop me off a few blocks away, so she wouldn't know where I was going exactly. Just being careful, you know.
Ellen Fallon met me at the door and invited me in. She still wore the same outfit which she had worn to school.
I guessed that she hadn't bothered to change into anything more comfortable, since she knew that I was coming over later.
Well, she looked fine to me. She had taken off the lightweight blazer she wore in school, and now she wore her pink blouse and navy skirt.
Her apartment was beautiful. Just like her.
As I looked around, taking in all the details, the plants, the shelves full of books and records, the vases with the rainbow colored glazes, the antique furniture, the charming little personal touches which she never really showed in the classroom--well, I just kind of stood there and took a deep breath and hugged myself.
"This apartment is just the way I knew it would be," I said to her. "It's just like you--beautiful!"
"Uh, ummm, thank you, Donna." She smiled, pleased at the compliment. For once, I wasn't acting, 'cause I really meant what I said.
"Here, dear, let me take your coat and hang it up."
She made me tingle when she called me "dear". I really wanted to hear her moan the word with wanting when she called me by it.
I was glad that she took my coat and hung it in the coat closet, 'cause that meant that she planned on having me visit for a while, instead of giving me a rush job and hustling me out of there.
She asked me if I wanted anything to drink, like tea or soda. What I really would have liked was some wine and joints, but I had what she had, tea.
She made the tea and brought cups and saucers into the living room and sat real close to me. It was real intimate and homey.
I sipped some of the tea. It was still hot and I could only sip a little at a time, so as not to burn my mouth.
Mists of steam rose up from the tea like fog. I looked through them and over the tea cup as I spoke to Ellen Fallon.
I didn't describe my "problem" until the tea was just about gone. I looked real downcast and stared at my feet.
She leaned forward to hear me, 'cause at first I mumbled, like I was too shy or shamed to speak up about it.
I began by saying that I always thought that I was normal, just a typical average everyday high school student (that's a laugh!), but that during the last few weeks I had been more and more disturbed by feelings I was having.
"What kind of...feelings, Donna?" she prompted.
"I really don't know how to come out and say it. I mean, I like boys, I really do, only, well, there's something missing!"
"Missing?" she asked. "You mean, in them? In the boys?"
"Maybe it's missing in me. I don't know. It's just that, although I try and try, they just don't really turn me on."
I went on, "And I've been having these dreams...real sexy dreams. I have them a lot, and each time that I do, well, when I wake up, I, well, I've come."
She showed she wasn't shocked. "You mean, you have a climax?"
"Yes, Ms. Fallon. But that's not what bothers me. I don't mind that, and I like the dreams. And that's what worries me."
She put her hand on my forearm and squeezed it reassuringly. "What is it that you dream about, Donna? Can you tell me?"
"It's very personal, but I'll do my best...I know that I can trust you, Ms. Fallon, and you're just about the only person in the whole world I would trust."
"Please, Donna, don't be so formal. Now that we're not in school, why don't you just call me by my name, Ellen?"
"Ellen," I repeated. "Oh yes, I'd like that, so very much!"
"Well--Ellen--it's hard for me to get used to calling you that, Ms. Fallon...I mean, Ellen...anyway, these dreams are, well, sex dreams.
"In them, I'm all warm and I'm not wearing any clothes. Sometimes, in the dream, I'm in bed, but other times I'm outside, on the beach, or even the street.
"In the dreams, a lover comes to me, and it's always the person I most want, even though I've never done anything like this in real life.
"But the thing is, uh, Ellen--that it's not a guy. A boy. I mean, it's a woman, a beautiful woman.
"What scares me isn't the dream, but the way I feel about it. 'Cause even though I've never, never done anything like that before, never, in the dream I do it like I've been doing it all my life and I love it!"
Then I got myself all worked up, like I was going to start crying.
I asked her, "What's wrong with me, Ellen? Am I--am I perverted?! "
Then I sobbed like I was crying. When I concentrate real hard, I can really make myself cry, so that my eyes get all wet.
That's what I did then. I boo-hooed and I covered my face with my hands, and I just made like I was weeping like a little lost girl.
And Ellen Fallon did just what I had hoped she would do--she got out of her chair and came over me to comfort me.
I heard the movement as she got up from her chair but I just kept on crying. She stood beside me.
At first she said, "Donna, please don't cry, dear!"
"Oh, Ellen, I'm so unhappy!" I raised my face from my hands long enough to say that. My face was all red from scrunching it up, and my eyes were wet, with some tear tracks rolling down my cheeks.
As soon as I got done speaking, I put my face back in my hands. After a pause, Ellen put her hand on my shoulder, which shook as I cried.
"There, there, Donna, you poor dear!"
I got up from the chair. I stood like I was real shaky. I sagged against her and really started bawling.
She hugged me and pulled my head down on her shoulder. My heart beat so fast I thought it would burst in my chest.
I was pressed against her. She was tall and slim, about a half a head taller than me. She hugged me and patted my back.
I just loved being held that way by her. She started fondling my hair, smoothing it down against my head, being real tender.
You can't usually get that kind of tenderness like that from a man, only from a woman. But sometimes you don't want tenderness, you just want a quick hot steamy fuck with some big stud spreading you and shoving it into you until you want to scream.
But then again, other times you want that tenderness, that delicious love which ladies can give to each other.
After a moment, I eased out of her embrace. I sniffled and wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands.
"What's so wrong for a girl to be with another girl?" I demanded. "It doesn't hurt anybody, does it? Why is it bad to make love?"
"It's not bad, Donna.. . "
I smiled weakly. "I'm sorry for that outburst, Ellen. It's just that I've been keeping things bottled up inside for so long, without anybody to talk to, so that I've just been driving myself crazy with worrying about it!"
She took my hand in both of hers and squeezed. "You should have come to me a long time ago, Donna. I could have helped you."
I said, "I hope that you don't think that I'm, uh, well--perverted!"
She took my head in her hands. "I think that you are a lovely young lady, Donna. I very much want to be your friend."
She kissed me on the forehead. My belly twisted and my pussy got all wet and I thought that I might come right that second.
I gave a little laugh. "I really feel like a total mess! Could I use your bathroom to straighten up in?"
"Of course.. . " She took me by the arm and led me across the room. There was a narrow hall with a doorway opening into the bathroom.
At the end of the hall was another room. Its door was open. I saw dark wood and pink walls and part of a bed. Is that your bedroom, Ellen?" I asked. She said that it was. "I'd love to see it I'm sure that it's as beautiful as the rest of the apartment!"
I went into the bathroom, closed the door, didn't bother to lock it. I turned the taps and ran water in the sink.
I blew my nose on some tissues. I splashed water on my face, then blotted it off with the aid of a fluffy terry cloth towel hanging on a rack.
Then I took off my clothes.
All of them. Sometimes when I strip, I'm shaking from tension. But this time, although I was really hot, I did everything slowly and carefully.
I took my time when I took off my blouse.
My nipples were hard. I took off my bra and enjoyed the feeling of freedom.
I cupped my titties and pressed them together. They were super-sensitive, and rubbing them made me moan.
I took hold of the stiff nipples, one in each hand, and I pinched them real hard. It made my pussy quiver.
I kicked off my loafers. I was barefoot. I pulled off my skirt, then reached for the thin white cotton bikini panties I wore.
Their crotch was damp from the juices of my pussy. I didn't start to touch my pussy, since it would have been hard to stop.
Then I was all nude and pink and glowing and silky. I pressed my ear to the closed door and listened hard. I didn't hear Ellen.
I opened the door and stepped into the hall. The floor was cool and slippery against my bare feet, and sent chills through me.
Ellen was in the living room. Her back was turned to me. She was straightening up some flowers in a small vase on the coffee table.
I said, "Ellen.. . "
She started to turn and look up, smiling, then she saw me. There was more light in the living room, where she was, than in the hall, where I was standing.
So my body was all pale and glowing as I stood there, waiting.
Whatever she had been starting to say before she saw that I was naked, she never said it. Her mouth was open.
Her eyes bulged. Whites showed around the irises. She stood still, like she had been frozen in place, standing there like a statue.
I showed myself to her, not flaunting myself, just standing there, saying not a thing. I watched her reaction.
Her face got all red and hot and blushing. Before she could speak, I said my piece.
"There's one thing I left out when I told you about my dreams, Ellen. Each time I dream, the woman in my dream my beautiful lover--is you."
I didn't wait for a reply. I just turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom and entered it.
Like all the rest of Ellen Fallon's place, like Ellen Fallon herself, the bedroom was lovely---but I wasn't there to see the sights.
I went directly to the bed. It was a single bed, a large one. The bed was made. The room was dim, with the lights off, with the only light coming in through the open doorway from the light outside in the hall.
I pulled down the bedspread. I turned down the blanket and slid between the sheets. I lay on my side, waiting.
Ellen Fallon came to the door. She looked shaken. She was off balance. She reached out a hand to grab the doorframe so she could steady herself.
Instead of the doorframe, she was looking at me, staring at me. She missed what she was reaching for and it made her lurch forward a half-step.
"You better come to bed and lie down, Ms. Fallon."
She tried to speak. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She swallowed hard and tried again, but all she could say was, "Donna.. . "
"Come to bed, Ellen." The sheets were down at my middle, so she could see my tits real clear. I rolled on my back.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Ellen?" Not looking at her, I took hold of my tits and started playing with them, real slow and teasing and sexy.
She came to the bedside. She moved like a sleepwalker. When she finally was right at the bed's edge, looking down at me, I turned my head and looked up at her.
"Here I am, Ellen--all ready for you. Be my lover."
She didn't say anything or do anything.
"Don't make me beg, Ellen. But I will beg for your love, if that's what you want me to do. I'll do anything that you want, Ellen."
I slid my legs over the bed and got on my knees, with my legs folded and my bottom pressing the backs of my heels as I sat facing her.
"Shall I beg, Ellen? Oooooooh, please, Ellen, make love to me. I'll do anything and be anything that you want me to beg."
My knees were spread apart on the mattress. I kept talking in a teasing, sexy little-girl voice, urging her, begging her.
Then I let my hand drift over to my crotch, sliding down between my legs.
I went, "Oooooh!" when I touched my pussy. Ellen watched me like a hawk. Still looking real sweet, I slipped my finger inside my slit.
It felt so nice going in! I rubbed it back and forth. I took it out after a few strokes. The finger was wet and shining with my juices.
"Look, Ellen, I'm all wet inside!" I licked my lips and opened them and stuck the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.
That was the final thing which drove Ellen wild. When she saw that little number, she pushed me down on my back on the bed and got on top of me.
Her weight was light on me. She was all long-legged and skinny, but strong. She was still dressed.
She lay on top of me. She took hold of my head in both hands, with her head held over me. She looked so fierce and passionate that for a second, she scared me.
I didn't know if she was going to attack me or make love to me.
She crushed her lips on mine and kissed me with her mouth open.
She must have been bottling up a lust for girls for a long, long time, 'cause she had sexual energy to burn, and then some.
I just sort of laid back and let her take the lead. From the way she kissed and touched me, I guessed that this wasn't exactly her first time with another female.
She put her tongue in my mouth and rubbed my tongue and licked and pushed her tongue in and out, tasting me, tasting greedily.
She kissed me for a couple of hot minutes on the bed. I was turned on by the feeling of her clothes against my bare flesh.
Finally she came up for air. Her face still looked fierce. She whispered harshly to me, "Is this what you want, Donna? Is it?"
"No--I want you all naked, like me, so I can worship your beautiful body!"
She covered my mouth with hers and kissed me some more. She was really turned on, more than I had expected.
She took her mouth off mine, so she could cover my face with kisses. She licked a line down my neck and put her face over my titties.
She pressed her face against them, nuzzling them. I squealed with pleasure. I hugged her and held her close.
She kissed my breasts all over. After she covered them with kisses, she put her tongue to them and licked them all over.
She held each tit, with its stiff nipple rising out of the top of her hand, while she whipped the nipple with her tongue.
She did that to both nipples. My titties were all glowing from pleasure. I sighed and giggled and gasped as she made love to me.
She was eager for a taste. She kissed and licked her way down to my tummy. Her breath was hot on my pussy and made it quiver.
She put her hand between my thighs and eased them open, spreading them so that my pussy would be nakedly exposed to her mouth.
She didn't even have the time or patience to take off her clothes first. She put her head between my legs and put her mouth on my pussy.
My pussy was smelling sweet and sexy and she inhaled deeply right before she pressed her lips down on my slit and kissed it.
Heat rose in my pussy lips. She stroked them with her velvety lips. I got wetter and hotter between the legs.
She stuck out her tongue and pressed it to my pussy lips and licked them up and down, and back again.
She covered them with saliva. She pressed her tongue tip to my pussy lips and slipped her tongue inside me.
I oohed and aahed. It was so sweet to lay there with my legs spread and her mouth working on my pleasure slit!
She stuck her tongue up inside me and licked the walls. She couldn't get enough and came back for more and more.
She held my hips and withdrew her tongue from inside me, rolled it up my slit, and dipped it under the pussy lips to rub my clitoris.
I was moaning as she pressed her tongue tip to my clit and licked it. She started slow and worked up the speed until she whipped me with her tongue.
She licked me and she made me come.
When I climaxed, I saw stars. I thought I was going to faint, or something. My pussy felt like it had melted away.
I lay there on my back, eyes closed, legs pressed together with my thighs covering my quivering pussy lips.
Ellen climbed off the bed and stood at the bedside. A rustle of clothing made me open my eyes a little so I could watch her undress.
She knew I watched her. It pleased her. Her face was all shiny. Her eyes were glowing like I had never seen them before.
Her red face was wet with my pussy juices and the saliva which she had lavished on my slit while she loved it with her lips and tongue.
There was a look of pride and triumph on her face, like she was happier than she'd ever been before.
She undressed for me. She moved like a ballet dancer. Each movement was fluid and graceful. She took off her blouse.
She wore a bra, more for modesty than anything else. Certainly not for support.
When she took off her plain white bra, her titties were really small and tender, petite. Mine were bigger than hers.
Each swelling mound of flesh had a thick brown nipple. Both nipples were stiff.
Off came her skirt, then her panties, so she was as naked as I was.
She was tall, with small titties, lean hips, long legs. She had a delicate figure, with jutting hipbones.
Her hips were lean, and her pussy lips were thin and narrow. Her bush was very dark, jet black, and very full and curly.
Her skin was more white and pale than mine. Mine's pink, but hers was like snow. She really was someone special--like a princess or something.
I made her feel like a queen.
When she was naked she came back to the bed. I sat up and reached out for her.
She got into bed with me. "Let me love you," I whimpered.
I pressed my head against her chest, which was almost flat, except for that pair of tender swellings which were her petite titties.
She hugged and stroked me. Her skin was smooth and warm, but damp from all the sweating she had done when she made love to me with her clothes on.
I rubbed my face against her tits. I rubbed them with my lips, then kissed them. I kissed one nipple, then the other, then the first, and so on.
I took one in my lips. It was a stiff brown pebble. I nibbled it.
"You made me so happy, Ellen--I want to do it to you, so you'll feel the same way!"
"I already do," she said.
I lay back down on my back. "Please, get on top of me, please."
She got on her hands and knees and crawled up to my head, turned so that she faced my feet, and straddled my head.
I reached up and held her hips, squeezing and stroking them. She had a super-lovely bottom, which I could have kissed and licked all night.
Her pussy was over my face. I opened my mouth wide for it.
She lowered herself down on me. Her pussy lips pressed the lips of my mouth. She moaned as her pussy lips split and opened.
She was hot and wet and steamy inside her pussy. The smell of her made me all lightheaded and drunk with lust.
I kissed her pussy up and down...then I licked it. Then I put my tongue inside her and licked and swallowed her juices.
She was hot and her taste was rich in my mouth. Her juices smeared all over my face, and I couldn't have been happier.
She leaned forward at last, which made her pussy press even harder on my mouth. That was fine. She put her head between my legs.
She mouthed my pussy while I went down on hers. There was school the next day, for both of us, but we made love late into the night.
CONCLUSION
A wiser man than I might suggest that Donna's insatiable, bisexual desires are merely her acting out a search for attention from her real parents, by taking on a succession of male and female substitutes for "Mom" and "Daddy".
Another school of thought, no less valid, might well suggest that Donna is driven by nothing more than old-fashioned lust.
I draw no conclusions on the case, and leave you, the reader, the chance to make up your own minds on the question of the cause of this nymphet's hyper-sexuality.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Betty Anne R. AGE: Thirty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Once again, my endless search for new material took" me far afield. It took me to a red brick apartment building in the city's downtown district.
Inside that building, below street level, was a basement full of girls.
Betty Anne was the Madame of the establishment. I interviewed her in early afternoon, during a slack time in the activity of the place.
The basement has been divided into a series of rooms. Largest of these is the room which serves as Betty Anne's own personal boudoir.
It was past noon, but she lounged in bed, scantily dressed, or mostly undressed, as the case may be, in bedroom attire, sexy lingerie.
She is a few inches past five and a half feet tall, and is very broad, big-boned, and buxom, with short fluffy, bleached blonde hair which shows dark roots.
Her eyebrows are thick and dark, and her wide lips are painted bright wet scarlet.
Her lush voluptuous form was wrapped, barely, in a low-cut clinging robe. Her bosom pressed the robe like a pair of pillows, with much of the deeply cleavaged mounds of soft white flesh on display.
Betty Anne lounged in bed, soft pillows propped up under her fleshy back, cushioning her. It was early in the day. but an alcoholic beverage was close to her hand at all times, and in fact was rarely distant from her mouth.
I sat in a comfortable armchair at the bedside during the interview, taking notes to add to what my tape recorder had captured of her words.
Two very young females served Betty Anne. One of the girls was a nubile young miss with a brown ponytail named Lori.
The second of the girls, younger than the first, was an appealing little urchin named Kelly, very short and petite and childlike.
Indeed, neither girl was past her mid-teens, and it was my guess that this Kelly had only reached puberty within the last year or so.
Kelly was a tender little creature with pale blonde hair naturally blonde--framing a delicately featured, birdlike face.
Short she was, and very slightly built, with little budding breasts and just the hint of soft roundnesses at her backside.
These two girls, Kelly and Lori, not only served Betty Anne, they belonged to her. As Betty Anne spoke, they were never far from her.
Lori hovered behind Betty Anne, massaging the back and shoulders of her mistress.
Kelly sat at the feet of the older woman. She took off Betty Anne's high heeled shoes and massaged the feet.
Betty Anne leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill from her robe. She put her hand on the back of Kelly's head and pressed it to her feet.
Kelly kissed the feet of the older woman, then lovingly licked them. After a moment; Betty Anne summoned the little girl to stand by her bedside.
Only my years of maintaining a cool, professional detachment enabled me to keep from showing some kind of reaction when Betty Anne ordered the girl too disrobe.
Quickly Kelly complied with the order, seemingly not caring about the fact that a total stranger sat only a few feet from her, watching.
Kelly had little to remove, since she wore only a tank-top T-shirt and a pair of cut-off faded denim shorts.
She wrestled off the top. She wore no bra, no undershirt, and so was nude from the waist up, her figure showing girlish lines.
She was thin, skinny, with the ridges of her ribs showing under the soft pale skin stretched across them, and her hipbones jutting.
Her breasts were tiny little lumps of flesh, budding softnesses at her pectorals, infinitely tender, with pale pink little nipples.
As I watched, the nipples became stiff, and stood out straight.
Kelly took down her shorts, next. She popped open the top and pulled down the zipper and tugged the garments off her lean hips.
She wore only panties, white bikini panties which pressed tightly against her lean form. Down came the panties, unveiling all her charms.
Her pubic mound was small, gently arched, with thin little dusky pink pussy lips and a light dusting of fluffy blonde fleece for a bush.
Her hands stayed at her sides, making no effort to cover herself.
Betty Anne put her plump hands on the girl's hips and turned her fully around in a circle, so that her backside was also revealed.
Once Kelly showed herself to me, Betty Anne kept her unclothed, and put her back to work on her feet, where Kelly applied red polish to the tiny toenails.
Betty Anne spoke about how she had come to acquire the youngster.. .
Look at my little darling Kelly, Doctor. Lovely, isn't she?
I found her on my doorstep, didn't I, darling? Never you mind, Kelly. You go right on painting my toenails, while I tell the story.
It was winter when she came to me, a cold black blustery night. Miserable weather, with sleet mixing with snow, making a mess.
I was coming home, hurrying to get out of the cold and into the warm. I had my keys all ready. It was about eight o'clock at night, on a weekday.
As you had to notice when you came here, there's a short flight of stone stairs leading down to the door to the basement apartments.
As I went down the stairs, I came across Kelly.
She didn't look like much when I first laid eyes on her. She sat on the front stoop of the basement door, huddled in the shelter of the doorway.
She was wet and soaked and miserable. At first, in the darkness, with all those raggedy clothes wrapped around her, I didn't know if she was a boy or a girl.
My first thought was that she was one of the bums or junkies who haunt the parks in this neighborhood. I got all pumped up to give her the ass's rush.
She was nodding off--not from drugs, but from sheer fatigue. I scowled. I stood over her and nudged her, none too gently, with my foot.
She came awake with a start, looking up fearfully. Her face was just a pale oval, but even in the dimness, despite all the dirt and grime, I saw she was just lovely.
"This isn't a hotel, honey," I said. "On your way!"
"I I'm sorry," she mumbled, trying to get up.
When she stood up, she was still a head shorter than me, a tiny thing.
When she stood, she rose up from the darkness of the doorway, and into a shaft of light which came down from the street.
I saw that she was a youngster...why, this girl's no more than thirteen, I said to myself as
I took her in with a glance.
I live not far from the park, and the University, so a lot of kids hang out in the neighborhood students, and those who just hang around the college.
Well, this was no college kid she could barely have been out of junior high!
She started to move on. She was shaky on her pins, weak with hunger, and she staggered unsteadily and stumbled into me.
I caught hold of her and kept her from falling. She was light in my arms, a mere slip of a girl. And she was shaking like a leaf.
She lifted her white, scared face to mine. All I saw were her wide dark eyes and her open mouth, where her teeth chattered like dice rolling in a cup.
"'Scuse me," she mumbled.
"Not so fast," I said. "Jeeze, kid, you look just about done in!" I held her at arms length, in the light where I could have a better look at her.
She shook with the chills. I demanded, "Say, you're a runaway, aren't you?"
"N-n-n-n-no, I'm not, really "
"Don't bull me, honey," I laughed. "I guess I know a runaway when I see one. Don't worry--I'm not going to turn you into the law!"
"When's the last time you ate? Had a good solid meal?" I demanded.
"Uh, about a day ago.. . "
I shook my head. These god-damned kids! They haven't got a lick of sense in their heads! They run away from home, and come here to the big cold cruel city, where nobody, or hardly nobody, cares if they live or die, where they can't get jobs, or places to stay, or the barest kinds of creature comforts.
I looked around. It was a rotten night with filthy weather, and nobody was out on the street unless they had to be there.
Which meant that there was nobody to see me take the girl inside.
Holding Kelly by one arm, I unlocked the basement door with the other.
"What are you doing?! " she asked, scared.
"You look like you could do with a meal, a hot bath, and a safe place to sleep, at least for tonight," I answered.
She looked at me like I was an angel or something, and willingly came into the basement. I shut the door, locked and bolted it.
I took her down the hall to the kitchen. My other girls were out on jobs and whatnot, so there was just Kelly and me in the house.
It was warm in the kitchen, and it got warmer when I turned on the stove. I took off my coat and hung it up to dry.
In the light of the kitchen I took a better look at the girl.
She couldn't have been much more than thirteen, and possibly was only twelve. She was just blossoming into womanhood.
She was slim and small, with delicate features. Her features were fine. She had pale pale skin, white as a sheet, and showed the tightness of tension.
She had dark eyes, very wide; a sassy, slightly upturned little snub nose; pale pink pouty rosebud lips, and a scattering of faded freckles on her face.
"Seems as though we haven't been properly introduced." I stuck out my hand. "Betty Anne's the name--what's yours?"
"I--I'm Kelly." She took my hand in her small hand and squeezed it.
"Pleased to meet you, Kelly. Those clothes of yours are positively soaked! You'd better get out of them before you catch your death of cold!"
"I I'm all right, thanks.. . "
"You won't be, when you catch pneumonia." I exited the kitchen and went into Sally's room, or what had used to be Sally's room, since she had split a week ago.
Looking through the closet, I found a robe which looked like it wouldn't be too big on the girl, and brought it into the kitchen.
I tossed the robe to her. "Here, put this on."
Still she hesitated. I told her that she'd have to wear something, since she wouldn't be allowed to traipse through the apartment with those wet clothes all dripping. And she'd have to wear something while her wet clothes dried.
"You can take a bath while I make dinner," I said. "Don't tell me that you're too bashful to take off your clothes in front of another female!"
"No.. . " Shrugging, she pulled off her jacket. It was a light garment, soaked through and through, as were the clothes under it.
Her fingers trembled as she opened the buttons of her plaid, long-sleeved flannel shirt, opening it from neck to navel.
She pulled it out of her jeans and took it off. She had soft smooth skin and little budding breasts which didn't need the white bra she wore.
Her sneakers were low and white and wet, so that they squished and oozed water when she stepped. She kicked them off and peeled off her soaked socks.
She paused for a second, then she opened the top of her faded jeans and took them down. The jeans slid down her long skinny legs, falling at her feet.
I tossed her the robe. "Here I'll show you the bathroom."
I looked her over. She was a little the worse for wear, but it was easy to see that she hadn't been on the streets for very long.
Her skin, while dirty, was smooth and unblemished. My eyes scanned the in sides of her arms for needle tracks, and happily found none.
Thirteen year old kids on dope? Doctor, I've seen ten year olds who were hooked on the stuff! I was glad to see that Kelly was no dope fiend.
I took her to the bathroom, where I put the plug in the drain and turned on the taps so that the tub filled with nice hot water.
"I'll tell you when dinner's ready," I said.
She was self-conscious, so I left the bathroom so she could take off her little bra and panties and climb into the tub.
Back in the kitchen, I made some soup and rounded up a pretty decent meal from the fixings which I kept in the fridge.
When it was just about ready for serving, I went to the bathroom to get Kelly.
She was so tired that she had fallen asleep in the tub. She sat in the steamy water, which was gray from the dirt it had washed off her.
Her skin was all wet and shiny. Her little titties bobbed and floated, with the water lapping softly at them.
Her thick lashes fluttered and her mouth was open. The back of her head pressed the edge of the tub.
I spoke her name. She stirred but did not waken. I leaned down and took hold of her smooth wet skinny shoulder and gave it a little shake.
She came awake. For an instant, her eyes were wide and wild, like she had forgotten where she was. She calmed when she saw me.
"Dinner's ready," I said. I took a towel down from the rack, and laid it on the sink, where she would have to get out of the bathtub to reach it.
She got out, water spilling from her. The hot water had put some color back in her skin, so that it shone pinkly.
I took a good look at her tender little titties and her lean hips. Her blonde bush was damp and dark with wetness, with beads of water clinging to it.
She took up the towel, pressed it to her, covered her front--a modest miss. My back was turned to her then, so she couldn't see me smiling.
She wolfed down the food on her dinner plate like there was no tomorrow, downing it like she was scared somebody would snatch the plate away from her.
I didn't question her! Let her fill her belly first, I thought--time enough for talk later...and for other things.
She was a delicious little piece!
After dinner, I served out coffee. Inside the cupboard were ranks of bottles of booze I'm a hard drinker.
I took down some whiskey and splashed plenty into her coffee, telling her that it would be good for her, and restore her strength.
The whisky was strong in the coffee, so that she gasped when she took a first sip of the brew--it put color into her cheeks, all right!
By the time she had finished her cup, she was considerably loosened up.
"You can help earn your keep by cleaning up," I told her.
I sat back with a cigarette and coffee while Kelly washed the dishes. I showed her where to put them away.
Afterward, I took her down the hall, to my bedroom. She was impressed, since as you can see, it's a fabulously furnished bedroom.
I patted the big bed. "Here's where you'll sleep."
I had brought the bottle and two cups with me. I poured a fat drink for myself, and another, slightly smaller one for her.
Was I trying to get her drunk? I sure was.
The booze hit her pretty solidly. Her face was no longer as deathly pale as it had been when I first took her into the apartment.
Bright spots of rosy red color burned in her cheeks and her eyes were shining.
Bit by bit, I drew out her story from her. It was the old, old story.
She was a nice kid, from a nice middle class suburban family which lived a hundred miles from the big city.
She had gotten into some kind of trouble at home, bad trouble, she wouldn't say just what kind, but there are only so many kinds of trouble for young teens to get into. It was bad enough to make her run away from home.
She hadn't been in town long. She hadn't had much money, either, and what little she had melted away in the first few days of her arrival.
Since then, she had lived like a vagabond urchin, sleeping in subway stations and bus depots and railroad waiting rooms, panhandling for spare change.
I told her that she was lucky, lucky that she hadn't been raped or had her throat cut. This is a mean town, especially for the vulnerable.
Well, I wanted to know, what did she intend to do next?
She gave me the usual runaway's song-and-dance, about how she would find a job, and get a place, or share one, and somehow make her way in the city.
I laughed out loud. Who was going to hire a girl in her early teens, a girl too young to even put in for her working papers?
I didn't say much, just enough to let her know how hopeless her options were, so that she'd know she needed a good friend.
I told her that she could worry about it tomorrow. For now, she needed a good night's sleep more than anything else.
It was early, hardly past ten at night. I turned on the TV for its background noise. I watched not the program, but the girl.
I told her I would get into something comfortable myself. She made a little gasp when I opened my closet and she saw all the beautiful clothes crammed in it.
I went through my lingerie and took out a black nightie made of satin and lace. I draped it over the back of a chair while I took off my clothes.
I removed my dress and hung it up. I wore a black bra and black panties. My legs were bare, with no pantyhose or stockings.
I took off my bra. My breasts tumbled loose. It felt good for them to be free of the bra which had cupped and supported them all the long day.
My breasts dangled heavily when I leaned forward to take down my panties. I pulled them off my wide hips and down my plump pink thighs.
Little Kelly tried hard not to stare. She didn't look directly at me, but she kept glancing at me from the corners of her eyes.
I pulled my nightie over my head, slipping my arms through the straps. The gown was long but sleeveless, but happily the basement was heated so warm that I was quite comfortable in that scanty garment.
I fit my breasts into the lacy soft cups of the gown, and tugged it into place.
Kelly was a little bit drunk now, maybe more than a little, and she had a fit of the giggles. I joked around with her for a while.
At last I yawned and said that it was time for bed. .
INTERVIEW TWO
The interview halted while Betty Anne took some phone calls. From what I was able to hear from her side of the conversation, the calls were from customers of hers, who arranged for sessions of sex with her submissive teen girls.
Concluding the calls, writing down the dates, times, and girls desired in her appointment book, Betty Anne continued the interview.
I told Kelly that I didn't have any lingerie in her size, and so she would have to sleep without it.
I pulled down a corner of the sheets and blankets for her to get in. When I saw her prepare to climb in still wearing the robe I had supplied her with earlier, I laughed and teased her about it.
The robe was held closed at her waist, thanks to a sash knotted in a bow.
Playfully I took hold of the bow and unknotted it. The robe fell open right down the middle of her body, baring it.
She protested softly when I took off the robe, pulling it down off her smooth slim shoulders, so that it slipped down off her, falling to the floor.
Instinctively she started to cover herself, letting one hand drop down to cover her little pink pussy, and pressing her other arm across her titties.
I laughed and told her that she didn't have anything I hadn't seen before!
She was more than a little tipsy. She reeled unsteadily, thanks to the booze I had poured into her, rather than from famishment.
I eased her down into her side of the bed. I closed the bedroom door and locked it. She made a tiny intake of breath when the lock clicked closed.
I went around to the other side of the bed. Her gaze followed me. My breasts bobbed and jiggled in the soft cups of the gown.
I slipped between the sheets and pulled them and the blankets up to our necks. I reached for the lamp on the night table, and switched it off.
It was nice and dark and intimate in the bedroom--and in bed but it was not total blind darkness, since enough light came under the door from the lights which burned outside in the hall.
My skin felt specially sensitive, like a radar screen, so that it seemed to tingle just from the nearness of that cute little kittenish girl.
I rolled on my side, facing her. In the dim light I could just make out her face and form, which was pale and shining.
I reached for her, put my head over hers. She lay on her back with her head resting on the pillow, She gasped when I took hold of her head.
"Just a little good night kiss," I murmured.
I pressed my mouth down on hers. Her lips were soft, warm. They parted when she gasped when she did, I put my tongue in her mouth.
That surprised her, but maybe not all that much, since there had been a heavy sexual undercurrent between us all night, even though nothing overt had happened--yet.
But it was happening now, as I kissed her mouth and put my tongue inside it. Her mouth was warm, wet, sweet, with soft moist breath coming in quick gasps.
She was twisting and wriggling under me. Physically I was strong enough to overpower her and make her do anything I wanted.
That was good to know if I had to use force, I would. But I really counted on seducing this little vixen into the pleasures she deserved.
I took my mouth off hers. I let her go, and laughed softly as she sat up in bed. I held her by the shoulders so she couldn't get away, if she tried to run.
"W-w-w-what are you d-d-d-d-doing, Betty Anne?! "
Nervousness made her voice thin and shrill...charming all the same, to me.
I said, "Just relax and don't fight it, honey." Chills raced up and down her spine as I caressed her smooth thin back.
"You're such a pretty girl...I like pretty girls, Kelly...I like them very, very much. I like you, very, very much."
"Please...don't!"
"Don't you like me, dear?"
"Sure I do! You've been so nice to me--but, but I'm scared!"
"Scared of what, Kelly? Surely you're not scared of me?"
I put my hand on her little naked titties and toyed with them.
I cooed to the little girl, "What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?"
"Uh...well, yes, a little. I, uh, I don't know what you want."
"Sure you do."
I took hold of one of her little titties. It was about the size of a plum. It shook and shivered in my hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Kelly...just the opposite. I'm going to make you feel so very, very good better than you've ever felt before."
That child's skin was white like milk and smooth as butter, now that the grime of the streets had been scrubbed from it.
I put my mouth close to her ear, brushing aside strands of soft silken hair, still slightly damp from her bath.
I whispered, "You don't want to go back on the street--do you?"
I caressed her hot little shaking body while I spoke.
"No! No, of course I don't want to go back, Betty Anne! Please don't send me away!"
"Send you away, Kelly? Why, darling, I wouldn't dream of it! I want you to stay with me I'm kind of lonely, myself."
"Ummmm, Kelly, just think how nice it will be--you'll be safe and secure, with a place to call home, and a roof over your head, and three square meals a day.
"And there'll be more--you won't have to go to boring old school, or do homework, or have to answer to your folks about your comings and goings.
"But everything has a price in this world, Kelly. Even you, as young as you are, should know that. And there's a price for staying with me.
"But it will be an easy price for you to pay...in fact, I promise you that you'll love it. I'm a very, very good lover, little lady."
"I I never did anything like this before...not with a woman."
"Why, there's nothing to it, dear!" I licked the inside of her ear, tracing out the folds of it, of that little warm shell-like ear.
"All you have to do, Kelly, is lay back and leave everything to me."
My eyes were accustomed to the lack of light, so I could see pretty well. I saw her form, all thin and skinny and shaking from anxiety.
I put my hands on her shoulders and eased her back down on her back. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her some more.
She was shy, and her tongue lay still in her mouth, while mine rubbed it and glided over it, tasting her.
Saliva was sweet in her mouth and I lapped some up and swallowed it down.
My hands moved up and down her hot little body. She was a tiny little slip of a thing, barely five feet tall, her smallness making her look even younger than she was.
As I kept on kissing her, I moved my hands up and down on her flesh, sliding and stroking., feeling her smooth sides and flanks.
At last I reached down, under the sheet which covered her from the waist down. Her bush was fair and fleecy under my fingers.
I rubbed it. The silken hairs rustled softly under my touch. Her pubic mound was small and gentle. She held her thighs pressed together.
I took my mouth off hers and stopped kissing her to say, "Open to me, honey."
I put my hand between her thighs. They were soft, smooth, warm. I pressed it between them and she parted them at my touch.
"That's my good little girl," I said approvingly.
I demonstrated my approval by kissing her tender titties. They were tiny warm swellings, bumps of flesh crowned by neat little nipples.
Those nipples stood up stiffly. "Well, well, what have we here?" I chuckled as I fingered the little throbbing nipples, points of stiffness.
I put my hand between her legs. Her pussy lips were thin, delicate, like flower petals. They quivered as I fondled them.
I know how and where to touch a girl to make her respond. My caresses of her little thin-lipped cleft were getting to Kelly.
Tenderly, lovingly, I ran my fingertips up and down the pussy lips, stroking heat up into them, making them throb and pulse.
Soft little moaning sighs came from Kelly. When I first started feeling and handling her, particularly her soft parts, the girl was all tense and tight.
But she now began to loosen up and give herself up to pleasure, the pleasure which my massaging fingers was putting, not just in her pussy, but all of her.
My own nipples stood out stiffly. They were so hard that they ached with soreness.
I slipped the straps of the gown down off my shoulders, so that they fell to the middle of my bare arms.
The soft fabric cups slipped free from my tits, which flopped free. I kept on feeling the girl between the legs while I moved my tits over her head.
I let the dangling breasts fall lightly on her face. I pressed her face with them, engulfing the girl in the fully rounded bosom of a woman.
My nipples throbbed as they slid over her face. I cupped a breast, with the nipple jutting hard from it, and guided it to her mouth.
Her slow soft moans, from what my fingers did to her pussy, were stifled when I stuffed the nipple between her lips.
She started with surprise, but I kept her pinned on her back to the bed.
"Just suck my tit like a good little girl," I told her. "Later, I'll teach you other, sweeter uses for that pretty mouth of yours!"
After an instant of resistance, she bent and bowed to my will, with her little lips sucking on the nipple which filled them.
My nipples were so stiff that they tingled with tautness. Vibrations shot through them, thanks to her sweet sucking mouth.
I pressed the top of my caressing middle finger into her slit, between the little labia. She was dripping wet down there.
I pressed my finger a bit deeper, parting the labia. She was very tight, of course!
She grunted softly when I slipped my finger into her pussy. Membranes clutched it, seething with hot wetness as I slipped it in.
I went slowly, feeling her out. I went gently, in case she was a virgin and intact. But no cherry blocked the pleasure of her pussy.
In this day and age, a virgin girl is damned hard to find!
I put my finger in deep, with no maidenhead to bar its way, so that finally my finger filled her all the way up to the knuckle.
She was short of breath now, panting and gasping.
I was glad that she was no virgin. That would make everything a lot easier. I pushed my finger in and out, fucking her with it.
I could have made her come with just my finger, but I wanted an intimate taste of that little miss, whose tight little pussy dripped with wetness.
She had a little sobbing catch in her sighs, when I slipped my middle finger all the way out of her, freeing it from her pussy.
It was hardly free for long her pussy, I mean, not my finger.
I kicked the sheets and blankets down to the foot of the bed, out of the way. I crawled on hands and knees, down between her legs.
Crouching at the foot of the bed, at her feet, I took hold of her thin little ankles and pulled them to the sides, opening and spreading her legs.
I got on my knees between them. I took hold of her skinny hips. The hipbones were sharp and jutting under my hands.
I lowered my head down between her legs.
She squirmed just from the feel of my hot breath playing over her pussy.
She really started squirming when I pressed my lips to her pussy and kissed it.
I kissed it all over, all up and down the tender slit. Her pussy lips were wet from juices which my finger had smeared on them.
Her delicate pussy lips quivered under my kisses. The smell of her was sweet and slightly musky, very fresh, the way a youngster should be.
I stuck out my tongue and touched it to her slit. She squirmed. I held tightly to her hips and pressed her down into the plush mattress.
I licked the pussy lips, my tongue sliding where my kisses had been. Each stroke of my caressing tongue pulled more heat into her little pussy.
I put my tongue inside her she cried out from the intensity of it.
Her sweet fresh juices tingled on my tongue. Her membranes squirmed while my tongue rolled up and down them, kicking and lapping.
I reached up across her flat tummy and fastened my hands on her titties, one on each tender mound of bosom flesh.
My hands covered those titties. I caressed them while I went down on her.
I slid my tongue to the top of her slit and attached it to her little clitoris.
Like all the rest of her, her clit was petite, a little throbbing nubbin of flesh. I licked it, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
I had her now. Excited, aroused, she pressed her pussy up against my face, grinding hard against my mouth.
She shrieked shrilly when she came.
At last she stopped crying out ecstatically, and slumped back on the bed, dazed and satisfied. I crawled up beside her.
I took hold of her head and covered her mouth with mine. The taste of her was thick in my mouth as I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth.
I kissed her some more. This time, she kissed back, and rubbed her tongue on mine.
There was my own pleasure to consider. I let go of her, so I could take hold of the hem of my garment and pull it over my head.
Then I was as naked as she was. When she had caught her breath enough to respond, I lay down on my back and told her to get on top of me.
I had her stretch out over me, with her crotch over my head and her head over my crotch. The little thing was light as a feather on my big body.
My skin tingled where the little miss lay naked across it.
Her pussy was dripping wet. On the outside, the pussy lips were sticky with my saliva. Inside, she still seethed with secretions.
I kept my mouth off her pussy while I talked her through at first, instructing her how I wanted my pussy kissed, licked, and adored.
Inexpertly but eagerly, she pressed dozens of hot quick kisses to my pussy lips. At my command, her lips were replaced by her caressing tongue.
Her head bobbed, and her pale blonde hair caressed my thighs and hips as she slid her tongue up and down my slit.
I was a mass of wet heat inside my pussy lips. She penetrated with her pink pointed tongue, my juices smearing on her face.
After she had licked me well between the legs, I put her to work on my clit, which was more than twice the size of her own petite little pink pearl.
She was inexperienced, and showed that, but to somebody as experienced as me, her newness at the game was quite a turn-on in itself.
Besides, a girl really doesn't have to have too much training in the art of eating pussy, since she knows how she would want to be eaten herself, and only has to apply that knowledge to the one whom she's pleasuring.
Before too very long, the excitement of her lips and tongue on my pussy brought me to a shattering climax.
Exhausted, we settled in to sleep at last. She lay alongside me. I pulled her head to my bosom and she nestled it between my tits.
Come morning, I put her back to work on my pleasure.
It was the middle of the morning. I felt lazy and turned on. She lay beside me. She had woken before I did, but she stayed in bed.
I sat up in bed, putting some pillows behind my back to cushion it against the headboard. I spread my legs wide open.
The bedroom had a small high window made of frosted glass, with bars on the outside protecting it from thieves coming through it.
Warm morning sunlight shone through the thin curtains. No one outside could see in, but the window permitted light to pass through.
This time I put Kelly more directly to work on my pleasure, without first warming her up by kissing and licking her.
Such pleasure for her would come as a reward for satisfactory service. After all, I was the master here, and she must obey.
I spread my legs and put her mouth to work on my pussy. She crouched naked between my limbs, with her skinny little legs folded under her.
Her pert bottom rested on the backs of her heels. I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed her red face to my pussy.
There in the light of day it was easy to see the dramatic contrast between us. I was a full-bodied woman, while she was just barely out of girlhood.
It was a very sexciting contrast!
Her pink-lipped rosebud mouth pressed kisses on my pussy. My bush was full, fleecy, and dark black, with the silken hairs caressing her face.
She stuck out her pink pointed tongue and ran it up and down the pussy lips. Heat rose as her blonde head bobbed, sliding her tongue this way and that.
She fastened her parted lips to my quivering pussy lips. My labia were much thicker and fatter than the thin line of her delicate lips.
She put her tongue inside me. My juices smeared on her red face and made it shine as she went down on my pussy, licking and lapping.
I put my fingers on either side of my slit and pulled the pussy lips to the sides, peeling them back to expose dripping pink membranes.
I exposed my clitoris, which jutted out like a fat pink marble of flesh.
I had Kelly tongue the clitoris. The fleshy button throbbed heavily as she licked it, her little tongue caressing it faster and faster.
The harder she licked, the heavier flowed the juices from my membranes.
Soon I was breathing hard. I rocked my hips back and forth, pushing my pussy up against her face, grinding my sex against her mouth.
As I moved, my tits bobbed wildly, jiggling this way and that. Stiff nipples stood out, jutting from the mounds of soft flesh.
I took hold of my tits, one in each hand. I squeezed and stroked them while little Kelly continued to apply her tongue to my clitoris.
Her tongue flicked faster and faster, until I came.
My climax was all white heat exploding in my seething pussy and flashing through the rest of me, washing all over me.
When I recovered, I gasped for breath. Kelly still crouched on the bed, shiny juices from my pussy coating her face.
She looked up at me for my approval. I smiled loosely and patted her on top of her head, telling her she was a good little girl.
Kelly was off to a fine start. Yet, this was only the beginning.
In the days--and the nights--to come, I would make her over, into the sweetly submissive little sex toy that I desired.
I would school the girl in the many ways of pleasing a woman, and then a man. I would instruct her fully in all the arts.
Then, when the time was right and I judged that she was ready for work, I would enroll her in the ranks of young teen sex toys.
She would serve and satisfy men and women, some for free, some for a fee. She would do so at my command, giving her wickedly hot little body to those persons that I told her to to submit to.
Of course, by serving them, she would be serving her lord and mistress me. Kelly was not the first nor the last girl to so serve me.
But she is one of the most delicious.
CONCLUSION
Here in Betty Anne's basement of girls was prime source material for my latest case book. Betty Anne would be followed by Kelly.
When young Kelly had finished giving Betty Anne a pedicure, and had painted all ten toenails a bright red color, Betty Anne called the youngster to her.
You will recall that Kelly was quite naked, having been ordered to disrobe by Betty Anne in order for the woman to demonstrate the submissiveness of her teen toy.
Betty Anne pulled the naked teen lovely on her lap. Kelly's cupcake buttocks pressed against the older woman's plump pink thighs.
Holding the girl in a warm embrace around the waist, toying with locks of her pale blonde hair, Betty Anne encouraged Kelly to take up the thread of the narrative, and tell of some of her own experiences in her own words.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Kelly K. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Little Kelly gave me her age as fifteen, but I have reason to believe that she lied. My guess is that she added at least two years to her real age, thirteen.
Well, one can't blame a youngster for trying to be older than she really is, a common enough phenomenon among teenagers.
Kelly looks a barely pubescent thirteen, thanks to her petite face and figure, which cause her to look even younger than perhaps she is.
Her wide-eyed, seemingly innocent face still shows the round softness of baby fat. But little innocence remains in this naughty miss.
Despite her tender years, Kelly is a most accomplished young whore which is only to be expected, with wanton Betty Anne as her mentor and instructress in sin.
Do not think that Kelly's look of extreme youthfulness is a drawback in her profession. Indeed, her little girl looks are a top asset for her.
She is a most shameless miss. She was cool as a cucumber as she sat naked on Betty Anne's lap, telling her story.
Throughout the girl's narrative, Betty Anne hugged and kissed and caressed Kelly, her fondling of the girl growing hotter as the story went on.
Betty Anne got me ready for men by using her dildo.
I was pretty ready. She used her dildo on me to get me used to the feeling of having a thick hard thing fucking my little pussy.
I was naked on the bed, on my knees, with my ass turned to her. She stood at the bedside, nude except for the dildo strapped to her hips.
I was all hot and bothered. She ate my pussy and made me come heavy. My pussy felt all gooey and creamy inside.
I was kind of weak from coming. I was on my hands and knees with my head hanging down. My nipples stood all stiff and hard.
My pussy was wet with spit and juices. It quivered. Inside, too.
Betty Anne got up from the bed after she made me come with her mouth. She got her dildo and strapped it on.
Before I came to her, I never knew about things like dildos, and Frenching, and Greek, and English, and vibrators and stuff.
Betty Anne got me all wised up. She's a real good teacher. I really learned good stuff from her, stuff I could use in real life, not like that useless reading and writing and math I got crammed full of in school.
School's all over for me, forever and hooray! It was one of the reasons that I ran away from home. Not the only reason, though.
If I had known that I'd be found and taken in by Betty Anne and made a part of her family--why, then, I would have run away from home years ago!
But I couldn't know, of course, until it happened to me.
When I was still in school and living at home, if anybody had told me that I'd be on my hands and knees and turning up my pussy for a fucking from a dildo worn by a bi-sexual Madame--well, I don't think that I would have known what they were talking about.
'Course, that was before Daddy came after me...the pig!
Anyway, I had come a long way from the scared kid that Betty Anne found on her doorstep that cold winter night.
That was super lucky for me. I just picked that place out of all the others on the street, 'cause it had a basement door below the level of the sidewalk, where I could sit in the doorway, out of the wind and sleet, where I could rest and not be hassled by a cop or neighbor or anybody.
It was just luck, that Betty Anne lived there.. . 'cause she knows how to take care of runaways real good, and takes them in.
She was taking care of me real good on that afternoon when she fucked me with her dildo. I had seen her use it before.
Lori, here she lived with Betty Anne when I joined her. Only she was away for a week, out doing a week-long scene with a rich old guy who likes young foxes.
I met her later. At first, I was kind of jealous of her, since I had thought that I would belong to Betty Anne all by myself.
Lori's real pretty, too, maybe prettier than me. And she's more grown, with nice big tits and a thick brown bush.
I was worried that maybe Betty Anne would compare me to Lori, and see what a kid I was, and not want me. How stupid I was, to worry about that!
Betty Anne loves us both and takes, care of us like we were her own daughters--better, even. My mom never did for me what Betty Anne does!
This is our family. There's a couple of other girls, but they don't live here all the time with Betty Anne, like Lori and me do.
We are family. That's why I don't mind at all, being with a man, or a woman, either, selling myself to him or her.
I figure it's the least I can do. After all, in a real family, everybody helps out as best they can, which is what I'm doing.
Besides, I love it! Even when the fucking is bad, and it is, sometimes, well, there's always something I can learn from it, something about men and what they're like in bed, and what turns them on, and what doesn't.
Most times, I like it a lot. Sometimes I get loved up real good, by a man and a woman, both at the same time that's the best!
I get to travel and go to places where I never would have gone otherwise. I've been in the fanciest, most expensive hotel suites, and the most gorgeous private homes!
Anyway--I was ready for a fucking from Betty Anne's dildo. I had seen her use it on Lori, and wondered what it was like.
It looked like a stiff cock. It was a medium sized model, since Betty Anne was bringing me along slowly and carefully breaking me in.
I'm real tight in my pussy, 'cause I'm so small and skinny.
She got me all wet for the dildo, with her mouth, and then she put it on. It had a whole harness-type belt attached to it.
There was a belt around her waist and a pair of leather cuffs which went around the tops of her thighs. And the dildo stuck out from her hips.
Her bush is all dark, and her pussy was dripping wet, since I had been going down on her while she ate me.
She had a jar of cream in her hand and she took off the cap and came to me.
She said she was gonna grease me up real good so the dildo would go in without too much trouble. She smeared lubricant between my legs.
My pussy lips were already real sensitive and tingling. They went wild when Betty Anne massaged the goo into them.
The way her oily fingers handled my pussy lips, I thought I was gonna faint from the way it made me feel.
She took hold of one of my pussy lips and pulled it, stretching it out. Then she smeared grease on the outside of it, and the inside, too.
She smeared some inside me. She twirled a mess of it around her middle finger and then she put the finger inside me.
I was already wet, like I said, so the grease mixed with my juices and her saliva. She put the finger real deep in me.
I was all hot and weak from what her fingers did to me. Then she took her middle finger out of my pussy and greased up the dildo.
I looked down, between my legs. My bush was still wet with saliva. My pussy lips were all glowing and shining from the grease covering them.
She rubbed a handful of grease on the dildo. It looked like a cock, a hard one. It had a fat round head and thick shaft, but was only about six inches long.
She came up behind me. She pressed the head of the dildo against my pussy lips. My pussy lips tingled from the feeling.
She rubbed the head of the dildo up and down my slit. I felt real good, 'cause the dildo was all slippery and sliding on me.
She hooked her arm under my tummy and held me in place. With her other hand, she pressed the dildo harder against my slit.
She pushed into me. The pussy lips opened and the dildo head dipped between them. It was thick and stretched me.
It didn't stretch me too much, so I could take it. Then Betty Anne slowly put it inside me, slipping it in a little bit at a time.
Since she put it in so easily, it didn't hurt me, and I just got naturally stretched out as it went deeper.
It felt strange! It was long and thick, like a hard cock, only it was cool and smooth, instead of being hot and throbbing.
I was gasping from the way it filled me. She put it in deep until it was as deep as it could go and wouldn't fit in me anymore.
It spread my pussy lips and stretched my pussy. Betty Anne started moving, pulling her hips back and forth, so that the dildo fucked me.
She pulled it way out, until only the head was in me. Then she'd slowly push it back in, taking her time.
I got to liking having that hard thing filling my pussy, and when she held it so that it was almost all the way out of me, I wiggled and shoved my ass back towards her so that the dildo would go all the way in.
Betty Anne was happy to see how well I took to a fucking from the dildo.
After a while, she reached between my legs and started feeling and touching me while she fucked me.
She pressed her fingertips against my clitoris and rubbed it. I had already come once, so I was super-sensitive.
She played with my clit while she fucked me with the dildo. Sometimes she reached up and toyed with my titties.
She would shove the dildo deep, filling me with it. Then she'd squeeze and rub and handle my titties 'till I felt like fainting.
Then she'd go back to work, shoving the dildo shaft in and out, rubbing my clit.
Towards the finish, I came real close to my climax. That's when Betty Anne laid back and stopped rubbing my little clit.
I was so horny that I reached for it myself, to rub it and make myself come. But Betty Anne slapped my hand away.
She loves to tease a girl and drive her wild, so that she begs to be allowed to come. That's what I was doing, too, begging for her to make me come.
She teased me until I thought that I couldn't stand it any more! I was practically crying, pleading with her to finish me off!
She drew it out until the last second then she shoved the dildo all the way inside me, and rubbed my clit real hard and fast.
I sobbed like a baby from the relief of coming. I came so hard that I thought I was gonna pass out from the feeling!
I kind of collapsed on the bed. Maybe I did pass out, for a few seconds. Betty Anne stood at the bedside, keeping the dildo inside me.
She was real happy at the way I had taken to the fucking from her dildo. She told me that I was ready to move on to new experiences.
I knew what she meant. I had been staying with her, and for the last six weeks I had been on birth control pills she got for me.
Lori took them, too. Every morning, it was like a ritual, Betty Anne would hand each of us girls our pill and some orange juice and stand and watch us take the pill.
Now, a girl can't get pregnant from being with another girl, or from being fucked from a dildo, either. There's only one thing which can get a girl knocked up
Man.
Or men.
So, I had a real good idea of what was in store for me. I expected it, and Betty Anne never made any secret from Lori or me that she expected to put us too work.
I was kind of eager to do it, but scared, too. I had only given up my pussy to one man before I came to Betty Anne.
I hadn't given it up willingly, either. I was forced by my father.
Daddy raped me. He did it not once, but often. That's the main reason that I ran away from home in the first place.
That afternoon, while I rested from the dildo fucking, and lay in bed, naked, with Betty Anne, who was also naked, I told her the story.
Daddy had been getting weird for awhile, so that even I could notice it. But he really went to pieces when he got laid off his job.
Both him and Mom worked. I'm the baby of the family, with one older brother who's married and lives in another state, and another brother going to college.
Daddy lost his job but Mom kept hers. Daddy didn't do anything but sit around the house all day, watching TV and reading the paper.
After a while, when he realized he wasn't gonna get a job too quick, he started letting himself go, and drinking, too.
Some days, he wouldn't even bother to get dressed at all, but would sit around the house all day in his pajamas and his slippers.
He needed a haircut and a shave, too. He was drinking a lot. It got so that I stopped having my friends visit my house.
I was ashamed to have them see what a ass Daddy was becoming. Mom was worried, too, but at first she tried to ignore the problem.
But there was trouble. More and more, I would hear them arguing at night, really screaming at each other at the top of then-lungs.
One afternoon, when I came home from school, Daddy called me into the den, where he was watching TV.
He looked really bad. His eyes were all bloodshot, and his breath smelled of the booze he had been drinking all day.
There was a glass on the table and a bottle of booze which was mostly empty, with the stuff inside him.
He wore a bathrobe and pajama's under them, striped pajamas which were big and baggy. He sat with his legs open.
He had forgotten or didn't bother to button the fly of his pajama bottoms, since it was wide open and I could see him.
I saw the round pink head of his cock. I blushed real hard and looked away.
Daddy was acting real strange, mumbling and laughing to himself, and when I asked him what he said, he answered me that it was nothing, nothing.
He scared me. I wanted to leave. I said that I had a lot of homework to do, but he caught my hands before I could get away.
He pulled me down on his lap. I was real scared, then. His face was all hot and wet with sweat and his breath smelled real bad.
He held me on his lap. He said that I was
Daddy's little darling, and that I was his sweetheart, and he kept saying how fast I was growing up.
"You're a woman, now, Kelly," he kept mumbling. "You're old enough."
He asked me for a little kiss. I was ready to cry, I was so scared. I asked him to let me go, but he just laughed.
He took hold of my head and held it so I couldn't pull away when he kissed me on the mouth. His mouth was big and hot and sucking.
I thought I would faint, when he put his tongue in my mouth! He kissed my lips so hard that they got all sore and swollen.
Then he started feeling me, touching my titties, squeezing them.
I was wearing a blouse and a short plaid skirt. He squeezed my thigh and pulled up the skirt and looked at my panties.
I was crying now. He made fun of me by imitating the way I was crying and begging him to let me go.
"Daddy's little girl," he kept muttering, "Daddy's little girl!"
When he pulled his mouth off mine, I screamed for help.
He slapped my face. He hit me with his open hand but really hard, so that I saw stars, and got knocked down off his lap.
I landed on my bottom, hard, with my legs spread, and my skirt up at my pussy.
Daddy swayed. He held up his hand and looked at it. His palm was red where he slapped my face. He stared at it like he had never seen it before.
Then he looked down and stared at me the same way.
"So pretty," he muttered. "Sooooooooooooooooo pretty.. . "
A line of spit spilled down the side of his mouth and hung there on his chin. He was opening and closing his fists like he was grabbing empty air.
I tried to run.
Before I could get up and on my feet, he jumped off the couch. He got hold of my ankle and pulled, so that I fell face down on the floor.
He was all over me. I was crying and trying to get free. He squeezed my arms and it hurt so much that I cried out loud.
His face was all red. He looked crazy.
"Your mother's turned you against dear old Daddy, hasn't she?! The bitch!" He shook me real hard, so that my teeth rattled.
"And you're another one, a little spoiled bitch! Ungrateful little slut!"
"Daddy, please, don't! You're hurting me!"
"Think I don't know what you're up to, you hot little tramp?! No better than your mother, that's what you are!"
He held me down on my back and pinned me to the floor. He was on his knees between my legs so I could not close them.
"Doing it with all the boys, giving your little pussy to all the young studs," he growled, "but what about me? What about--Daddy?! "
Then he started tearing at my clothes. He ripped open my blouse. Buttons tore off the front and rolled away, and my bra showed.
He slobbered all over me. Spit fell from his mouth and splashed on my face.
His hands were hard and hurt me. He pulled my bra real hard, stretching it until it couldn't stretch any more and it snapped.
The elastic straps snapped back and whipped me. Then my blouse was ripped open and my titties were all bare.
He lowered his face to them and rubbed it against them. He pressed me down. His shoulder pressed my face.
He squeezed my titties. He pulled and pinched them. He put his mouth down on them and licked and kissed and put sharp little bites in them.
I was crying like a little girl. This was a nightmare that wouldn't stop!
Then he pulled up my skirt.
He put one hand on my chest and held me down on the floor. He took hold of my white bikini panties and worked them off my hips.
He couldn't pull them down too far, since he was kneeling between my legs, and they were spread, spread wide so the panties couldn't come down any more.
So he just tore them off me and tossed them aside. I was naked except for what was left of my blouse, and my skirt, which was bunched up at my waist.
He started mumbling that he had something for me. He rose up on his knees. He reached between his legs and opened the tops of his pajama bottoms.
He pulled his pajama pants down, so that they fell to his knees. I could see his cock and balls. He was all hairy and swollen.
I didn't want to look at his thing. It wasn't hard yet. But it was very thick.
He put his hand between his legs and took hold of himself and started squeezing and pulling his penis, jerking it this way and that.
After he pulled it for a minute it got all hard. I didn't want to look but I couldn't help myself. His thing was all red and stiff.
It was big and scary, but not nearly so scary as the way he had gone berserk.
He stretched out on top of me. He's a big man and heavy and his weight pressed me down on the floor and crushed the breath out of me.
His thing throbbed and burned me where it rubbed my bare thighs.
He lifted himself up off me a bit, so he could reach under himself and take hold of his cock. He pressed the head of it against me.
I sobbed and told him that I was a virgin and that I had never done it before!
He just laughed and said that if it was true and I wasn't lying, then it was high time that I was broken in and he was just the man to do it.
He pressed his thing against my slit. I squealed. He poked and jabbed me with it. His thing slid on my slit, up and down.
He took a better hold of it and pressed it to me. It pushed open my pussy lips and stuck me in my pussy.
I was twisting under him but he was so much bigger and stronger than me that it was hopeless for me to fight him, but I did anyway.
I hurt between the legs. His thing was big, and I was tight and dry, but he didn't care. He stuffed the cock head inside me.
He jammed it into me but I was still too tight and he couldn't get it in. He cursed and he pulled out for a second.
I cried from the relief of having the thing out of me, but he wasn't done yet.
He rubbed spit on his hand and then smeared it between my legs, rubbing it on my slit and inside it, too.
He rubbed more spit on the head of his cock. Then he pressed his cock head back against my pussy and shoved it in me.
He hurt me! I was stretched by his cock. Having it wet made it go a little bit easier, but not much, so that I really was pained between the legs.
He shoved it in. He couldn't cram it very deep, though, 'cause it bumped against my cherry. That's when I shrieked.
Quick as thought, he clapped his hand over my mouth, muffling me.
He pushed his hips forward and rammed his thing hard and deep. I felt like I was being split right straight down the middle!
My cherry didn't crack the first time he slammed into it. I was all pale and weak and shaking, but he tried again.
His thing was as deep in me as it could go without cracking my cherry. He took hold of my hips in both hands and held them tight.
Then he tried again. He slammed into me. My cherry held for a second, then it ripped inside me, like my blouse had ripped when Daddy tore it off me.
It was like getting hit between the legs with a lightning bolt. I think that I passed out for a second when my cherry was taken.
Then his cock pushed aside what was left of it, and Daddy shoved his thing deep inside me, deeper than I thought that I could take him.
I was only out for a few seconds, I guess. When I came around, Daddy was shoving his thing in and out, fucking me.
He grunted and groaned like a sick dog as he was raping me. He worked his thing in and out, grunting with each move.
Each time he worked his cock in me, it made me hurt more between my legs. I was crying without stop. He still held one hand covering my mouth.
My bastard father raped me right on the floor of the den!
He was real hot, and he didn't go for too long, only about five minutes or so. But it seemed like forever to me. I thought that it would never end.
Finally, he speeded up, as he was ready to come. He fucked me real violently. His stiff thing pumped in and out.
Suddenly, he came. He jammed his thing deep into my pussy. I squealed but his hand covered it, like it had covered all my crying.
This time he didn't pull back. He kept his thing planted in me. I hurt from having my cherry cracked and I hurt from being fucked by his big hard cock.
His thing was in me like a spear, pinning me to the floor. It swelled inside me and shot a load of thick creamy come into me.
At first, I was so scared, that I didn't even know what it was that was gushing inside me. It was warm and thick and spurting.
For a second, I was so blind crazy scared that I thought that it was his blood, or my own, inside me.
I got totally scared and I squirmed and wriggled under him. But he was on top of me and in me, and he kept me pinned under him.
I'm sure that the pig was turned on by my squirming and sobbing!
His face hung over mine, looking bigger than life. He looked like a stranger, a crazy man. His eyes rolled up so that only the whites showed.
As his come was pumped out of him, his mouth hung open. Spit slobbered down from his mouth and splashed on my face.
After a while, he stopped shaking and the stream of come shooting from his cock faded away until there was only a thin trickle.
Daddy scared me good. He told me that if I told Mom, or anybody, he would kill me and them. He was so scary and freaky that I believed him, too.
When he got done raping me, he climbed off me. His come was all thick and dripping between my legs. I felt like I had been in a car crash.
Somehow I got up and got upstairs, to my room. I hurt so much between the legs! I went in my room and locked the door.
That wasn't enough, so I pushed a cabinet in front of the door. Then I huddled in the corner, the one the farthest from the door, and cried.
I was bleeding between the legs, and that scared me, too, but at last it stopped. Daddy was downstairs, dead drunk on the couch.
For the next week or two after that, he didn't touch me. He even made out like he was trying to reform, and he stopped hitting the bottle.
But it was only for show. Less than two weeks after the first time he raped me, he tried to do it again.
He waited until we were alone in the house. I had been real careful and had kept from being alone with him, 'cause I was scared that he'd try it again.
I was up in my room and Mom went out to meet some of her friends.
He tried to force me. I was still as scared as ever of him, but there was one thing which had me even more scared.
I was afraid that I'd get pregnant. So, when he threw me down on the bed and lifted my skirt and started to take down my panties, I told him that.
I said that he would not be able to hide it if I got pregnant. He was pretty far gone, but not so bad yet that he didn't see the sense of what I said.
But that didn't save me from being abused by him.
He said that I was plenty damned smart, but that he was smarter, and that there were ways for a man to take a girl without knocking her up.
He took down his pants. His thing was already hard, and when he pulled down his pants his stiff cock stood straight up, all red and swollen.
He ordered me to take it in my mouth and suck it. I was scared and grossed out, but it was still better than having it put in my pussy.
He put me on my knees and stood over me. He held his cock and rubbed it against my face. Its head was all hot and wide.
He pressed it up to my lips and made me kiss it. He had me lick up and down his cock, and lick his swollen balls, too.
Then he put the cock back to my mouth and made me suck him.
That satisfied him for a while not that time, but that way, with me sucking him off and having him come in my mouth.
But after a while, he wanted more. He wanted more than my pussy or my mouth. At first, bad as he was, he didn't have the nerve to say what he wanted.
But I kind of guessed. For a week or so, he had been paying lots of attention to my bottom, kissing or spanking it.
He would open the ass cheeks and press his fingers against my asshole and play with it, while fingering my pussy with his other hand.
He put his finger in my asshole. Finally he told me that he was going to fuck me there. That was the last straw.
I threw some clothes in a suitcase, stole all the money in his wallet and out of Mom's purse, and ran away from home.
INTERVIEW TWO
There was a break in the telling of Kelly's tale. Lori, the older brunette teen, served refreshments to the four of us.
While Betty Anne and I sipped tea and ate toast, she had the two girls put on a little demonstration.
Kelly was already nude. At Betty Anne's murmured suggestion, Lori took off her blouse. Beneath it, she was braless.
She was in her middle teens, more nubile than the younger Kelly. Her breasts were the size and shape of apples, high and firm and rounded.
Her nipples were fat pink buttons which erected when exposed.
Kelly helped Lori take down her jeans and panties, and then Lori was as naked as the younger girl. The teen femmes embraced.
They kissed, mouth to mouth, tongues thrusting. Lori was the taller of the pair, and she leaned forward to kiss the more petite Kelly on the mouth.
As they kissed, the girls rubbed each other's nude bodies, with soft girlish hands sliding up and down smooth shoulders and spines, down rounded bottoms and taut thighs.
Even a professional sex therapist like myself found it difficult to maintain my clinical detachment when exposed to such a stimulating sight.
Presently, the girls broke off their embrace, only to walk arm in arm to the bed.
They climbed on the mattress. They lay on their sides, facing each other, in the head-to-crotch position of mutual oral sex.
Lori opened her legs and Kelly stuck her head between the older girl's thighs. Lori had a fleecy brown bush and deep dark dusky pussy lips.
Kelly parted her thighs to allow the entrance of Lori's brunette head. Lori pressed her face to the youngster's lightly furred pussy.
Lori, clutching the younger girl's lean hips, attached her mouth to the thin delicate lips of Kelly's pussy and kissed and licked them.
Lori's splendid, heart-shaped buttocks went all tight and clenched in erotic reaction when Kelly put her tongue in Lori's honeyed slit.
Then the loving really began, as the twin teen lesbians, or bisexuals, really, went to work on each other's pussies with their mouths.
My own libido was whipped into stimulation by this tremendously erotic sight. I confess that I sported a massive erection from the voyeur's delight.
For her part, Betty Anne was much amused by seeing my reaction, by watching me squirm with arousal as I watched the tender, luscious teens make love.
Liquid slurping sounds came from where licking loving mouths were fastened to succulent pussies. Heads bobbed, tongues thrust.
Before too very long, the girls reached a mutual climax.
Following that, shaken by their orgasms, Lori and Kelly fell apart, each of them rolling on their backs, their faces red and shining.
Markedly observing my own furiously aroused condition, Betty Anne inquired if I would care to climb in bed and make use of the little ladies.
Only the pride of my own professionalism led me to decline. Above all else, I would get the second interview on tape, no matter what!
At last Kelly and Lori recovered sufficiently from their orgasms to sit up and speak. They and Betty Anne teased me about my all-too-obvious erection, which rose in the crotch of my pants with no sign of subsiding.
Mopping my sweating face with a handkerchief, I shakily urged Kelly to continue.
The first man I was with was Tony.
He's a friend lover of Betty Anne's. She knows so many different people!
He was the first. He came over to Betty Anne's on the night of the day I was telling you about, the day I was fucked with her dildo.
Betty Anne got me all ready for the big night. She put me in the tub and washed every square inch of me.
She rubbed lotions and sweet-smelling oils into my skin. My hair was all freshly washed, shampooed, rinsed, and styled.
She even bought me new clothes for the occasion. There was the prettiest little bra, a wispy, lacy little nothing from France.
A pair of matching panties went with the bra. And there was a dress, a pretty little pink dress with short sleeves and a wide flaring long skirt.
Tony came over at about eight that night.
Lori was out on a "date", so there was just me, Betty Anne, and Tony.
He was a real good-looking guy, in a kind of dark hard way. I guess Betty Anne picked him to break me in 'cause he was a handsome stud.
He was six feet tall, with a real good build, muscular. He had thick dark hair, dark black, and a thin mustache.
He was in his middle twenties, I guess. He dressed real sharp. He brought a bottle of wine for Betty Anne and flowers for me.
I liked the flowers...it made things more romantic for me.
I knew that he was going to fuck me, so I was kind of tense and keyed up from the start. The three of us chatted in the living room for a while.
Betty Anne was all dressed up, too. She wore a strapless, low-cut black dress which left her shoulders all bare, and showed a lot of her tits.
The gown had a long skirt, which came down to her ankles. But it was also slit up the sides, so you could see up to the middle of her thighs.
After about ten minutes, she took my hand and brought me over to Tony.
He pulled me down on his lap. His thighs were thick and muscular and hard when I sat down. My bottom pressed against his cock and balls.
He held me around the waist with one arm. He fondled my hair and face while he talked real sweet to me, telling me what a pretty girl I was.
He pushed aside my hair and kissed me on the back of the neck. Betty Anne sat across from us, watching and smiling.
Tony turned my face to his and kissed me. He kissed me real light and tender at first, just brushing his lips against mine.
Then his tongue touched my teeth. I opened my lips and he put his tongue inside my mouth and we French-kissed.
His breath was warm and sweet. His tongue slid all over mine. I felt his cock moving under me as he got turned on from kissing me.
As we kissed, he rubbed and handled me. He rubbed my back and squeezed my shoulders. Then he pressed his palms against my titties, pressing them through the blouse.
I felt very hot and weak. He was strong, and his body was good and hard, and it was good to me to hold on to him.
My nipples tingled when he played with my titties. They got stiff and throbbed.
He rubbed my thighs. The skirt was real long, reaching down to my ankles, so he rubbed me through it, with long smooth strokes.
I felt kind of dizzy. His thing got all hard and stiff and pressed against my ass. When I squirmed on his lap, his hard thing throbbed.
"I think our little Kelly is ready for bed," Betty Anne said.
Tony put me off his lap and standing up on the floor facing him. I felt wet between the legs. My knees were weak and my legs felt like rubber.
He stood up. His stiff cock pressed out the front of his pants. He scooped me up in his arms and lifted me bodily off the floor.
He carried me like I was light as a feather. I held on to his big broad shoulders. Betty Anne followed us into the bedroom.
While he held me, she took down the sheets and blankets and got the bed ready. Tony kissed me some more before he set me down.
He leaned over the bed and me and took off my clothes. He felt me all over as he stripped me, and really turned me on.
He had me sit up in bed. He sat on the bed's edge with his feet on the floor. He opened the front of the dress, down to my belly button.
He took the dress down, pulling it to my shoulders, so that it was all bunched up at my waist. He reached behind me for the back of the bra.
I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes while he opened my bra. I really didn't need it, 'cause my titties are small and firm, but I liked the bra, since that delicate lace felt so nice and looked so pretty.
He took off my bra. He told me I was a very pretty girl. He pressed his lips to my titties and planted lots of kisses on them.
He was nice and sweet, not mean and hurting like Daddy had been to me. I realized that being fucked by a man didn't have to be bad.
It could be nice, and fine--so fine.
He put me down on my back, to take my dress down the rest of the way. He took hold of the dress and tugged it off my hips.
I arched my back and raised my backside up from the bed so he could pull the dress down past my ass. He took off the dress, then my panties.
I was there all naked on the bed. I covered my pussy with my hand, not to be modest, but 'cause I thought that it might turn him on.
Betty Anne had taught me a lot about sex. She said that lots of men liked the girl to seem sort of sweet and innocent, instead of coming on real hard.
Betty Anne pulled up a chair and sat at the bedside. Her legs were pressed closed and her elbows rested on her knees and her head rested on her hands.
Clothes rustled. I opened my eyes and saw Tony taking off his clothes. His bare chest had a thick patch of black hair, real manly.
He sat back down on the bed to take off his shoes and socks. He rolled the socks and put them in the shoes at the bedside floor.
Then he stood back up, his stiff cock pressing the front of his slacks way out of shape. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and took them down.
They slid down his legs. He wore real cool shorts. They were black and tight and lowcut, like scanty swimming trunks, only sexier.
His thing was stiff in the center of them. It stood up straight, so that the head of it came past the elastic waistband.
The head was wide and red and swollen. His thing was straight up and the shaft pressed against the front of the shorts like it was straining to break free.
I raised myself on my elbows so I could look at him. He had a flat belly, lean hips, hairy muscular thighs he was built like a movie star.
I had talked with Lori about all kinds of sex things. She had been with Tony in bed. She promised me that I was in for a real treat, that he was a real stud.
He pulled down his shorts and then he was as naked as me. I got a little scared when I saw how long and thick his thing was.
He got on the bed. He held me. My skin tingled where his touched and rubbed it. He took my hand and he pressed it against his thing.
It was all red and felt like it was flaming. It throbbed when I touched it.
His thing was so stiff that it seemed to shiver when I touched it up and down. He had me touch his swollen balls and play with them.
He held me close and kissed me. His mouth was hot and wet and wide. He kissed me all over. He kissed my mouth, then the rest of my face.
Really, he was the one who made love to me. That was why Betty Anne picked him to be the one, 'cause he was a stud who really knew how to turn on a woman.
Or a girl like me.
I was all hot and bothered. My nipples stood out stiff and throbbing. My pussy lips were all sensitive. I was hot and wet inside my slit.
He put his mouth on my titties. He kissed them all over. He patted and petted them and said that they were just so cute and tasty.
He took my nipple between his lips and then he nibbled it, pressing his lips against it, then licking it with the tip of his tongue.
He did that to both nipples so that his spit shone on them like diamonds flashing light. Those nipples felt as hard as diamonds, too!
He kept on kissing me. He kissed his way down from my titties, down to my belly. He licked the inside of my belly button.
He got on his hands and knees and crawled on the bed, until his crotch was up by my head and his head was down between my legs.
He was on his side. He put his hands on my hips and rolled me over on my side so that I faced him. My head was by his cock and balls.
I knew what he wanted without being told.. .
I was going to do it. His big thick thing was right in front of my face. The head of it was so swollen and red that it was almost purple.
He took hold of his cock, making a fist around it so that its head and part of the shaft rose up from the top of his hand.
I puckered my lips and pressed them against the cock head and smooched it real hard and wet and lovingly.
He liked that, and I heard Betty Anne make a little approving sound when I did it.
Tony whispered to me to lick his cock, up and down. His face was so close to my pussy that his warm breath tingled on me when he talked.
He held his cock to my mouth. I put my tongue on it. It seemed to get wider and thicker while I licked at the swollen head.
I licked the little slit in the center of the cock head. He held his cock and pulled it back to him so I could lick along the shaft.
I licked down to the base of his cock. Then he told me to lick his balls and I did. They rippled when I ran my tongue up and down them.
Then he put his cock head to my lips. I took it in my mouth, just the cock head at first. I held his shaft with my lips.
I slurped and sucked at the head of his cock. After a while, he pushed his hips forward and eased his shaft into my mouth.
It was heavy on my tongue and pressed it down. He fed me lots of his cock, so that the head of it was bumping the back of my throat.
Then he pushed my thighs open and pressed his face to my pussy. His mouth kissed and licked. He went down on me real good.
His tongue licked up and down my pussy. I was already hot and wet inside. He licked my slit, then he licked inside it.
He shoved his tongue in and out of me, like it was his cock and he was fucking me with it. He slurped and swallowed my juices.
I was sucking him. He moved his hips and his cock shoved back and forth over my lips. I bobbed my head, adding to his pleasure.
His cock got hotter and hotter on my lips and tongue. He worked it faster.
Betty Anne had taught me to always swallow the come when I sucked off a man, so there was no question about what I would do.
All the same, I had to fight real hard to keep on concentrating on sucking his cock, 'cause he was really driving me wild with his tongue.
When he was going to come, he eased up, and took his tongue off my little clit. That was good, 'cause if he had kept on licking my clit the way he had been doing, I surely would have come in a couple seconds more, and been too blasted to suck him off.
When he eased up on my clit I was able to suck him better. I tried to relax my throat so I could take his cock deep into it.
Finally, he shoved his hips forward hard and pushed his cock way deep in my mouth. The head of it plugged my throat.
He came. His come shot against the back of my throat. It came like a flood!
I gulped it down. I gulped fast to keep from choking on the masses of stuff which seemed like they would never stop pouring out of his penis.
The come was thick and heavy and slowly slid down my gullet.
Finally, he stopped coming so hard, and the come flow slowed down to a trickle.
His cock stayed stiff in my mouth. He pressed so close to me that my nose was buried in his bush. I was happy that I could take him so deep in my throat.
After a while, the flow of come had just about stopped, but his cock stayed hard in my mouth. Then he put his mouth back on my pussy.
I had forgotten about myself while I was sucking him and swallowing his come, but as soon as he put his lips and tongue back to work, I got swept up in hot lust.
He put the tip of his tongue to my clitoris and worked it back and forth. He made me moan. The harder and faster he licked, the more I moaned.
His cock was still stiff in my mouth. As I moaned, he could feel it rippling up through his shaft, and shaking his swollen balls.
He worked on me with his mouth until he made me come.
I came real heavy. He pulled his thing out of my mouth. Some of his come spilled down on my chin, but I was too busy coming to do anything about it.
My pussy just felt like a mass of pleasure. His come was thick on my tongue. He moved on the bed, on his hands and knees.
His stiff cock stood out like a red rod between his hips. He came back down on the bed and rolled me on my back and spread my legs.
I was so dazed that I could hardly move. My pussy dripped his spit. Inside, the slit was filled with my juices and his saliva.
His cock was all red and sticky and stiff. He stretched out on top of me. My skinny legs were spread wide open for him.
He took hold of his cock and rubbed the head against my slit. His cock head was wet and so was my pussy lips, so the head rolled up and down.
My pussy was super-sensitive from coming once. When he rubbed his cock on it, more hot flashes shot up through me.
He opened my pussy lips with the head of his cock. They were spread to the sides. He pushed the head of his thing inside me.
It was soooo good! It wasn't like it had been when Daddy raped me, and I was all dry and tight and a virgin on top of everything else.
Tony had gone down on me and gotten me all hot and wet and ready for his love. It didn't hurt me at all when he put his thing in me!
All the same, he was real gentle and put it in slow. It stretched me. It made twinges go all through my pussy but they just turned me on.
He sank his thing inside me. He was long and thick in his cock and he had to put it in real slow at first, 'cause I couldn't take all of it at once.
But he took his time and worked it in. By the time he put his thing as deep in me as it could go, I was just about crying from happiness!
He was on top of me. His body was good and strong and firm. I turned up my face and he kissed it all over as he fucked me.
He moved his thing in and out, back and forth. I was stretched out. His thing went in and out of my pussy, getting hotter, and getting me hotter, too.
I put my arms across his strong back and held on tight while he did me good.
Betty Anne was really hot. I looked over Tony's muscular shoulder and saw Betty Anne. She was leaning so far forward that her face was practically in mine.
Her eyes were all bright and shining, and she chewed her lips while she watched me get a fucking.
Tony made me moan. He fucked me real good and moved me on the bed. He took his thing entirely out of me at one point.
When the knobbed cock head popped out of my pussy, I thought it was an accident. I squealed I wanted that thing back in me!
Tony chuckled. He put his hands on my hips and rolled me on my tummy. He had me get on my knees with my ass raised up.
I was so weak, that I lay with my head and upper body on the mattress. My legs were bent at the knees. Tony stood behind me.
His thick cock rose up from his hips. He pressed it back against my pussy. My knees were wide apart, my thighs were open, and my pussy was ready for more.
He pressed the cock head to the pussy lips, opened them, and put his thing inside me. I was stretched by the cock head. The shaft filled me.
He put his thing deep inside me. Then he fucked me from behind.
He had me get up on my hands and knees. That way he could reach under me and play with my titties while he fucked my pussy.
My nipples stood out like little pink pebbles. He pinched and teased them. He rubbed my titties and held them in both hands while he fucked me.
My pussy lips got hotter and more sensitive.
I was dripping wet inside. His wide cock was really tight in my little pussy.
He took his hands off my titties and held my hips. He had come once already, and he was able to delay for a long time.
Now, he was just about ready to come again. He pumped his thing hard and fast. My pussy felt like it was somewhere else, like it was part of a different person.
Just before he came, he put his hand against my slit and pressed his fingertips to my clit and rubbed it.
It was like fire flashing through me. It made me come in a couple of seconds.
As I was orgasming, he shoved his thing deep and kept it there. He came, then, and he pumped masses of thick creamy come inside me.
It felt like he would never stop shooting. The come filled my pussy all the way up to the lips. It felt so good and fine in me.
My pussy burned with heat and the come was cool and soothing as it soaked in.
Tony grunted when he came. He shook and then he gasped and sighed. He sighed some more while his cock squeezed the last drops of come from his balls.
He was still inside me when Betty Anne joined in. I heard her undress and looked up. She was pulling the front of her black gown down.
Her tits flopped out, all bare and beautiful, the nipples sticking out stiffly. Her tits bobbed as she tugged the tight dress off her hips.
She got naked and then she got in bed. It had been great to be royally fucked by a good loving man like Tony, but when Betty Anne joined in to make the scene a threesome, well, it was just like being in paradise!
CONCLUSION
Young, wanton Kelly finished her narrative. She complained that all this talking had given her a dry mouth. She needed some refreshment.
Betty Anne laughed and pointed to the still-stiff penis which jutted so proudly in the crotch of my trousers. The erection, which I had gotten when watching Kelly and Lori in bed, had not diminished in the slightest when Kelly told her tale.
Betty Anne told Kelly that she would find something mouth-watering and delicious between my legs. Kelly slid off the bed and crawled across the floor to me.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Marie F. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Now I was moving in high circles, among the rich and their servants. An hour's drive out of the city took me to a vast estate.
There, inside the majestic mansion of one of America's leading families, I conducted a series of interviews which afforded startling insights into the sexual relationships of the very rich, and those who serve at their pleasure.
My employer in this case, the wealthy recluse hereafter to be referred to as Uncle Edward, was delighted that I had come out to the mansion, rather than receiving the interviewees in my private office.
Little did he know that the gang of bill collectors haunting my office doors had forced me to conduct my practice everywhere but in my office!
In the sprawling, high-ceilinged, elegant first floor drawing room of the mansion, behind the privacy of locked doors, I held my interviews.
Marie was the first to give her story, and a delicious young miss she is, too.
She is seventeen, of medium height. She has short dark hair, very curly, and a pert, cute, finely featured face.
Her dark eyes were merry and subtly teasing. She has a sassy upturned nose and a ripe red Cupid's bow of a mouth, which was painted with wet scarlet lipstick.
Marie is a maidservant in the mansion, and most of her duties take place in the bedchambers. She is as wanton as she is lovely.
During the interview, she wore her domestic uniform. Yet few maids can be hired these days to wear such a scantily revealing costume.
She was dressed in a skin-tight, short-skirted black satin French maid's uniform, a costume almost fetishistically provocative.
Her breasts are pear-shaped, high and firm, and the way they pressed the black satin front of her uniform told me that she was braless.
A floppy cap of white lace was pinned at a rakish angle on top of her brunette curls. A white lace apron was pinned around her waist.
The skirt of the maid's uniform was breathtakingly short, affording quite a view of her long, long stockinged legs, set off even more erotically by high heels.
After being assured by her employer that she should speak freely, Marie detailed her experiences with a candor which was no less startling than her loveliness.
The master summoned me to his room in the middle of the afternoon, on the day that his niece, Angela, arrived with her mother Samantha.
I knew that they were coming for a long stay. I didn't much like it. I wondered how it was going to affect me, and my position.
Before going to Uncle Edward's room, I went to my room and dressed the way he wanted me to dress.
Then I climbed the grand staircase to the second floor and went down the long hall to the suite of rooms where he lived.
He was waiting for me. He wore a dressing gown and slippers.
I call him "Uncle Edward", but of course he is not my blood kin, not my real uncle, although Samantha was actually his younger sister, and Angela, her daughter, was really his niece. But he insisted that I call him "Uncle Edward".
I had earned my right to call him that, since I was closer to him than any of his relatives, who were only interested in sponging off him.
I admit that I take, too but at least I give back.
I had been working at the mansion for about half a year. A friend of mine, Jeff--he's the chauffeur was the one who arranged for me to get the job.
There are other servants who do the cleaning and cooking and all those sorts of domestic chores. That's not why Uncle Edward keeps me.
He can easily hire plenty of servants to do those kinds of duties. My chores and tasks are much more specialized, as you will see.
I feel a bit funny talking about such intimate matters, but that's what Uncle Edward wants, so I will speak freely.
I went to his room, knocked on the door panel. He called me to come in. When I entered, I closed the door behind me and locked it.
We would not be disturbed in our little games. No one would dare barge in on the master of the mansion while he was at play.
He occupies a suite of rooms. The first room is a kind of parlor or living room. Beyond that is his bedchamber. Attached to it is his private bathroom.
He waited for me in the parlor. His eyes gleamed when he saw me.
Uncle Edward is a handsome and virile middle aged man. He is in his late forties, with a head of thick silver hair, combed straight back.
He was a neat little pencil-thin silver mustache. He is very clean. His physique is broad-shouldered and generally in fine shape.
I was dressed somewhat like I am now. But my skirt was even shorter, so that the hem of it barely reached the tops of my thighs.
Uncle Edward has a fetish for imagine female lingerie, and he had bought many items of same for me to wear when carrying out my duties.
That afternoon I was outfitted in a garter belt, stockings, and black silk panties. I wore the panties on outside the stockings and garters.
The stockings were the fishnet kind. My shoes had thin spiked heels which made me even taller. Under the black satin skirt were short white petticoats.
Those petticoats had to be short to be covered by that scanty skirt!
I curtsied prettily to Uncle Edward and wished him a good afternoon. A thin snifter of brandy was on a table within reach of his hand.
I took up a feather duster and bustled around the room, dusting off things which were high up, such as the tops of cabinets.
When I reached up to dust them off, I rose on tiptoes, and the hem of my short skirt rode way up, so that he could see my white upper thighs over the tops of the stockings, and the black silk panties stretched tight across my ass.
After a minute or two of this, Uncle Edward got hot. He climbed up out of his armchair and came over to where I stood.
He hugged me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed his groin against my backside and rubbed it against my panty-covered bottom.
He reached up and put his hands on my breasts, one on each. He squeezed and played with them through the black satin uniform.
My nipples got all stiff and stood out straight and throbbing.
He kissed the back of my neck, and chills ran up and down my spine, even though it was a warm day outside, a day in early summer.
He released me and inspected my work. That was part of the ritual.
I stood waiting. I held my hands behind my back and looked down at my feet.
Uncle Edward ran his finger across the top of the cabinet which I had dusted. He scowled and held his finger under my face.
A smudge of dust, which I had missed, was on his fingertip. Even if it hadn't been there, he would have found some reason or other to punish me.
I moaned and squirmed. He stood with his arms sternly folded over his chest. He declared that I had become very sloppy in my domestic duties.
Rather than let a good maidservant go bad, through lack of proper discipline, he intended to correct my behavior, for my own good.
I blinked my eyes until they were wet as though tearing. In a soft sweet voice I begged the master to let me off without correction.
He was firm and would not be moved. He was very firm, indeed. Even as he sternly scolded me, his penis stirred in his dressing gown.
I saw his member shifting and moving under the folds of his robe, as it got thick and grew. The robe lifted as the penis stiffened.
Then his thing was thick and hard and jutting, but still covered by the robe.
Off he marched, crossing the parlor floor to his armchair. He settled into it.
He pointed at the floor. I got down on hands and knees and crawled to him. When I reached his feet, he had me climb across his lap.
I assumed the punishment position. He stretched me face down across his knees. I pressed down on his stiff penis.
My head hung low, blood rushing to my face and making it hot and red. He pulled up my skirt along with my petticoats.
He took a deep breath when he saw the black silk panties stretched tight across my ass cheeks. Then he took them down.
Those panties were worn over the garters, rather than under them. He pulled the panties down, rolling them to the tops of my thighs.
My bottom was bared. He wanted to spank it, but when he saw it, all naked, he pressed his face to my ass and covered it with kisses.
He licked and nibbled my buttocks. He took a little fold of bottom flesh between his teeth and gave it a sharp little bite.
I cried out. He got control of his desires and lifted his head, apologizing for his loss of self-control at this crucial time of correction.
He held me tight and spanked me. He paddled me with his open palm. His hand stung my backside, but didn't really hurt it.
But I cried out as though it did. I wriggled on his lap and kicked my feet on the floor and made an awful fuss.
I can make myself cry. Fat tears spilled from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.
Uncle Edward gave me about twenty-five good solid smacks on the backside. He took his time and paused between each one and counted them out carefully.
He's a very methodical man, is Uncle Edward. I counted myself lucky, for getting off so lightly, with only twenty-five spanks in all.
That was because it was mid-afternoon, and he was having a quick and casual session, before the arrival of his sister and her daughter.
Sometimes, when we have a real session, it lasts for a good part of the night, and the spanks sometimes total up in the hundreds, although they are not all delivered in one sitting, but are spaced out over a number os spanking sessions throughout the night. But no matter how often I am spanked, it is nothing that I can not handle, and the stinging soreness of my bottom is well worth the high salary I am paid for so sweetly submitting to such treatment.
Finally the twenty-fifth swat was slammed on my bottom, and then one more "to grow on", and then the spanking was done.
I had made an awful fuss during the spanking. Uncle Edward likes that. And as he spanked me, I squirmed on his lap.
That caused my hips to rub against his stiff cock and he loved that!
There was a little sobbing catch in my voice as I sniffled and tearfully thanked him for taking the time to correct me.
He eased me off his lap. Sometimes, he takes me straight into the bedroom. This time, he kept on sitting in his cushioned armchair.
He opened his robe and then he pulled the flaps to the sides so that his cock and balls were exposed. His penis was hard and red.
I was on my knees, blinking through wet eyes. He opened his thighs. His member bobbed and twitched until he took hold of it.
I inched forward on my knees. My stockings rustled against the carpet. I put my face over his cock. He put his free hand, the one which wasn't holding his member, and put it on the back of my neck and pulled my head to him.
His cock head rubbed my face, smearing the tracks of my tears. He pressed the cock head to my lips. I moaned, opening my jaws for his member.
He stuffed the cock head between my lips. His thing was burning hot, thanks to the way I had rubbed against it while I was squirming on his lap from the spanking.
He moaned, when the head of his cock rubbed the slippery roof of my mouth. He pulled my head way down. My lips slid on his cock.
I can take a man deep in my throat. I took him deep. My nose pressed his bush. The thick black hairs of it were sprinkled with silver and gray hairs.
The man-smell of him was thick in my nostrils, sweaty and musky. His stiff cock pressed down on my tongue, flattening it.
I rubbed my tongue against the underside of his cock, rubbing it while I sucked. My curly hair bounced as my head bobbed up and down.
He was very excited. After a minute of two of sucking, my lips had pulled heat into his cock, so that he was ready to come.
He put his palm on the back of my head and pressed down hard and came in my mouth.
He cried out and shook while he came. Semen boiled up from his cock and spurted into my throat, gushing all thick and heavy.
I gulped it down. He stopped shaking after a bit and fell back in his chair, gasping for breath, his cock twitching like crazy on my tongue.
I kept on holding with my mouth. The smooth wet insides of my cheeks, and my tongue pressed against his coming cock.
His body got loose and relaxed, but his thing stayed hard in my mouth.
He finally sat up. He fondled my curly hair.
While I sucked him, my white lace maid's cap had fallen over my eyes, so he pushed it up and back in place, out of the way.
He eased my head off him. His cock jerked and twitched when my lips went up on it. I pressed them hard against his cock, and sucked up all the semen and saliva which was spilled and sticky on his member.
His cock head popped out of my mouth. He lifted himself out of his chair. His cock was red, sticky, shiny, and still quite stiff.
It was bedroom time. I stayed on my hands and knees and crawled across the carpet to the open doorway of Uncle Edward's bedroom.
My panties were rolled at the tops of my thighs, so Uncle Edward had a prime view of my bare bottom, the red-spanked cheeks jiggling and rolling from side to side as I did my crawling on hands and knees.
Into the bedroom I went. He followed me to the bed.
I got up on the bed, on my hands and knees, with my behind turned toward him. He stood at the bedside and took me from behind.
That is, he took me from behind, but he fucked my pussy. He didn't fuck me in the ass. But he has. It hurts, so I don't really like it.
Uncle Edward doesn't do it to me much---fuck me in the ass, I mean but every now and then he gets a notion and a craving for a piece of my ass.
When he does, I'm a good girl and I turn up my ass for a fucking. He greases me up and sticks his thing in my little hole.
I'm not wild for it, but I always am handsomely rewarded for submitting to it.
But this afternoon, Uncle Edward was satisfied with my pussy, which happened to be dripping wet at the time.
The heat of the spanking had spread from my ass into my pussy, which seemed to burn right along with the spanked bottom cheeks.
Uncle Edward let his robe fall to the floor so he was naked. He had me spread my knees wide apart, opening my pussy to him.
First, he played with my spanked bottom. I gasped and moaned when he took hold of my cheeks, sank his fingers in them, and pulled and squeezed them.
He put his stiff penis so that it lay lengthwise in the crack of my ass. He rocked back and forth, rubbing his hot cock against my hot spanked ass cheeks.
Then he put his penis to my pussy. He stuffed the head in my slit. It stayed there, plugging me, while he wrapped his hands on my hips.
He threw his hips forward and buried his stiff swollen cock inside me. He entered me with one swift stroke.
I was dripping wet, but even so his cock was tight in me, since I am tight in my pussy, and also since he has a thick cock.
He filled me, then he fucked me. I stretched out my arms on the mattress in front of me and buried my face in them.
He had unbuttoned the front of my uniform, so that it was open from neck to waist. I wore no bra, and my breasts dangled out of the uniform.
He played with my tits. He took hold of them, one in each hand, with the stiff throbbing nipples jutting out from the bottoms of his fists.
He used my tits like they were handles of flesh. He held on tight while he fucked me. Each time he squeezed my tits, my pussy got wetter.
His thing got hotter as he pumped it in me. At last he put it deep, plunging it in and keeping it there, shooting masses of come.
After that, there was nothing much more to do that afternoon but rest.
His relations, Samantha and her daughter Angela, arrived just before dinner.
Samantha was a cool, elegant, beautiful bitch. She was tall and long-legged, with small sharp breasts. Her hair was cut short and straight. It was black as coal and hung like a helmet of hair to her jawline.
She had dark arching eyebrows and a Roman nose and wide red lips. She was very haughty and arrogant with a look in her eyes that said you had been judged and found wanting. She was in her middle forties, with the figure of a female half her age.
Angela was quite different. She was about my age, a year younger. She was sweet and cute with a voluptuous physique for a girl her age, or any age.
She was most unlike her mother. Angela had a round sweet face which still showed some of its baby fat.
She had dark eyes and a wide-lipped mouth. She's five and a half-feet tall, and stacked. She's a big-boned girl with a massive bosom.
She's not provocative at all. She's real sweet and natural. She seems kind of confused by the lushness of her body, as though not quite sure what to do with it. Angela was a nice girl, not a cold-blooded femme fatale like her mother.
Before very long, Samantha and Uncle Edward were thick as thieves.
Samantha and her daughter shared a suite of rooms in the same wing of the mansion where Uncle Edward lived.
It looked like his female relatives planned on a long stay. A few days after they arrived, some big trunks filled with their belongings were delivered to the mansion.
Samantha was a natural-born bitch. She was always complaining about how lax the servants were, and how they should be whipped into shape.
I tried to stay out of her way as much as possible, but it wasn't very long before she and I crossed paths.
She treated me like any of the other servants which I most certainly was not. I have a very special relationship with Uncle Edward.
Samantha tried to order me around like her personal slave. I spoke back hotly to her. She got real icy and got Uncle Edward.
She started complaining to him about me. He smiled and nodded his head. When she finally shut up for a second to catch her breath, he squeezed in a few sentences before she could get going on another long-winded series of complaints.
He smiled at me and told me to go on my way and he would take care of everything. This was all a misunderstanding, and he would straighten it out.
I exited the room. He blew me a kiss when Samantha wasn't looking. I went out the door, but I pressed my ear to it so I could listen in.
I heard Samantha saying something like, "I do not believe the arrogance of that little snip.
Edward, how you could let her talk back to me like that is something that I simply do not understand!"
He laughed, which got her madder. He told her that he had a secret for her. He whispered it to her, so I could not hear what was said.
I guessed that he told her where things stood between him and me, and how I was kept in the mansion to serve in the bedroom and not the scullery.
All of which put some ideas into Samantha's head.
After that, things were cool, chilly, between us. When she spoke to me at all, it was with icy politeness. I was equally correct and formal.
But she didn't get after me the way she did with the other servants.
Sometimes, I would even catch her staring at me, when she thought that I wasn't aware of it. It wasn't a hostile stare at all.
She would sit in the shadows, resting her. chin on her hand, looking like a Sphinx, just silently checking me out.
I wasn't quite sure what to make of her.
The arrival of the newcomers caused me to see less of Uncle Edward, at first. One night about ten days after the arrival, he told me to get ready for him.
Around about midnight I left my room and entered his. I wore the garments which he had requested. I covered myself with a robe.
The hall was clear and quiet. Lights burned behind the closed door of Samantha's suite of rooms. I tiptoed past them.
Uncle Edward opened the door at my knock. He was all smiles. I came in the room and he closed the door and locked it.
Then we embraced. He kissed my mouth and put his tongue in it. He rubbed me through the robe and squeezed my backside and rubbed my thighs.
He broke off kissing me long enough to take off my robe. Under it I wore a white satin garter belt with lace ruffles, white lace panties, white stockings, white high heels.
I wore no bra and was bare above the waist. He kissed me some more and rubbed my tits while he did so. He rubbed my hips and my stockinged thighs.
He slid his hand up between my legs. I moaned when he played with my pussy, rubbing it through the thin lace panties covering it.
He finally stopped feeling me. I was wet between the legs, with some of the dampness seeping into the cotton crotch of my panties.
He went to a table and took some things from it--a black silk scarf, a roll of white adhesive tape, and a length of rope.
It was bondage time. My legs felt weak in the knees. There's something about being helplessly tied and then fucked which really turns me on!
He put my hands behind my back and bound the wrists. When my hands were secured behind my back, he reached for my panties and pulled them down.
He tugged them off my hips and down on my stockinged thighs. He got on his own knees to take them off. He caressed my legs while he pulled down the panties.
I stepped out of the panties. Between the white satin garter belt and the stocking tops, I was bare. He pressed his face to my pussy.
I was wet and dripping. The smell of sex rose up from my pussy. He held my hips and pressed his nose to my pussy and inhaled deeply.
He pressed his puckered lips to my pussy and started kissing it. He kissed his way up and down the slit. Then he licked it.
I was really getting aroused. Before I got too stimulated, he pulled his mouth away from my sex. I moaned from disappointment.
I had hoped that he would eat my pussy and tongue my clit and make me come. He often did that when I was locked in bondage...and when I was not.
But it was not my time for that yet.
Instead, he got a grip on himself and had me step out of my panties. He picked them up and rose.
When I looked down I saw that he was all stiff and hard under his robe. He lifted the panties to my face and rubbed it with the crotch of them.
The smell of myself was in my nostrils. It smelled nice. Uncle Edward rolled the panties up into a ball and told me to open wide.
"Oh, Uncle Edward," I sighed, "must you gag me?! Umphhhhh!"
He crammed the wadded panties between my jaws. They were turned inside out so that the soiled crotch of them pressed down on my tongue.
Uncle Edward peeled off two short strips of adhesive tape from the roll, and pasted them down across my mouth in the shape of an X.
The white tape strips would hold the gag in my mouth so I could not work it out.
This promised to be a very special session. Uncle Edward rarely went so far when putting me under restraint.
I wondered what he had planned...I was most aroused. My nipples stood out stiffly, throbbing. They were so stiff that they felt sore.
As he was gagging me, Uncle Edward glanced down and caught sight of my stiff-nippled tits. They caught and held his attention.
He finished gagging me, then he felt me up, playing with my tits and nipples.
He took up the black cloth and folded it. He stood behind me. He pressed into me, so that his erection rubbed my bare backside.
He covered my eyes with the strip of cloth. It was a blindfold. He covered my eyes, shutting out the light, then knotted the cloth behind my head.
Being blindfolded was a kinky turn-on. I lost my balance. I was up on high heels and my hands were tied, so I started swaying.
He took hold of me by the arms, steadying me. Then he excited me by pressing his face to my tits and nuzzling them.
Having my vision cut off increased my other senses. I felt like I would melt between the legs as he kissed and licked my breasts.
He nibbled on a stiff nipple, sending sparks shooting through my tits, sparks which I felt all the way down to my pussy.
When he finally raised his head from my tits, both nipples seemed swollen to twice their normal size from all the sucking he had given them.
He took me by the arm and led me to the bedroom. I was like a helpless baby. I took teeny-tiny steps, moving very carefully in those high heels.
He walked me across the room. It seemed like it took a very long time. As he walked me, he rubbed my thighs and tits and my ass.
He opened the door--I heard the hinges creak as the door was opened then he took me into the bedroom and led me to bed.
I was lowered down on my belly on the smooth sheets. They smelled fresh and clean. My stockinged legs rustled against the sheets.
Then I heard a different noise coming from a part of the room where Uncle Edward could not be--since he was holding me by the hips.
So--I was certain that we were not alone in the room!
I thrashed and made urgent noises through the gag. Uncle Edward chuckled, holding me down. Then I heard other laughter.
That low, throaty, sensual laugh...I knew who it belonged without even having to see her. Even before the blindfold was taken from my eyes, I knew that Uncle Edward intended on sharing me with his sister Samantha!
CONCLUSION
Marie's account ends here but not the story. In the following case history, Samantha herself will describe what she and Edward did with the bound teen maid.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Samantha V. AGE: Forty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Samantha is everything that Marie described and then some. Samantha is mature, beautiful, haughty, sensual, lithe as a panther.
She sat in the parlor, taking up the tale of maid Marie's night of bondage at her hands, picking up the account where the teen had left off.
More than anything else, Samantha was amused. It pleased her vanity to boast of how she had subjugated and sexually enjoyed the teen bondmaid.
Edward was a dear, and delivered naughty little Marie to me. Now I had her right where I wanted her bound and gagged and in my power.
Oh, you should have seen her squirm, when the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, and she lifted her red gagged face from the mattress and saw me grinning down at her!
She was furious! She hadn't expected this...but then, how could she? If she had known me, she would have known that I love to do such things.
But of course, she didn't know me, not yet. She would know me now, though.
When I first saw her, I wanted her. For all her spoiled ways and airs, she is a lovely creature, with a face as lovely as any fashion model's.
And that body of hers--well! It was just delicious, with high firm breasts and a flat belly and a ripely rounded bottom over a pair of long succulent legs.
At first, thinking her just another servant girl, I spoke sharply to her. Some types of females will respond favorably to such treatment.
She did not. We quarrelled. But when my brother Edward confessed to me that the child was his little toy, the future looked rosy.
It made things so much more convenient that she was already corrupted to the pleasures of the bedroom. Much easier for me than seducing a virgin.
And of course I had no trouble convincing Edward to join in with my plans. From the time we were children, we played many bed games, and shared our partners.
So there Marie was, glaring up at me, with Edward holding her down. She cursed me through the gag, which of course made all her words sheer nonsense.
I wore black lingerie, a one-piece full-length black silk slip. It had thin shoulder straps, lacy bra cups, and its lace hem reached my knees.
The skirt of it was slit up the sides, past the middle of my thighs.
I teased Marie. I thanked her for being so thoughtful as to deliver herself wholly into my power. I promised her I would be strict but fair with the girl.
Marie soon relaxed to the extent of realizing that I was not going to take barbed wire whips and hot irons to her tender flesh.
This was another variation on the many sex games she played for and with brother Edward. A new player had entered the game me.
And I always play to win.
As I teased and taunted the girl, I touched her. She was already most excited. I ran my fingers up and down her back and reached for her bottom.
I patted and pulled and kneaded her tender buttocks. They were like peaches, and shone with a golden glow.
I intended to change their shade of color--with a paddling. I showed her the hairbrush which would warm her bottom.
I hiked up the skirt of my slip and climbed on the bed, straddling the girl so that I faced her backside. My legs were folded under me and hugged her sides. My bottom pressed her back, and the ridge of her spine rubbed my pussy.
I rubbed the flat of the brush across her backside, back and forth, massaging her. I caressed her taut thighs through her stockings.
Her moans were less angry and more sensually aroused as they came through her gag. A cute touch, that--gagging Marie with her own panties, I mean.
I took up the brush in hand and warmed her backside with a good paddling.
I made the spanking slow and sensual. The flat of the brush swatted down on her saucy buttocks, stinging them and heating them.
She had a delicious ass! It was made for spanking. The cheeks rippled like masses of jelly each time the brush came down on them.
As I spanked her, I paused from time to time, to fondle her buttocks and feel the heat which rose up in those spanked cheeks.
Edward sat at the bedside, watching avidly. His robe was open and he played with his stiff penis as he watched the show.
I told him that he should save his erection for Marie, who most surely would require a deep and prolonged fucking to quench the fires in her bottom flesh.
I pulled open the cheeks of her ass, exposing her pink rosebud anus. She gurgled through her gag when I prodded and played with the button of tender flesh.
I resumed the paddling. Around about the fiftieth stroke, when her buttocks glowed a hot cherry red, I decided it was time to move on to more direct pleasures.
She cried. No doubt she was in some discomfort, but Marie is a little actress, as are many sluts, and she was laying it on thick for our benefit.
I asked her if she was ready to be a good little maid, and properly respect and serve her betters specifically, myself.
She nodded her head up and down, spilling more tears. She gasped with real pain, when I briskly pulled the tape strips off her mouth.
I pulled the panties out of her mouth. They were soaked through and through with her saliva. I held them in my fingernails and fastidiously dropped them off the side of the bed.
I wrestled off my slip, so I was naked. Marie stopped moaning. The fires which sparked and then blazed in her eyes as she stared at my exquisite naked body told me better than words that here was a young miss who was open to the attraction of a fellow female.
I climbed on the bed and sat at its head, back pressing up against the headboard. I extended my legs, spreading them wide.
When I straddled her back to paddle her backside, my pussy had pressed down on her spine. As she thrashed under me, and I moved on top of her to administer the paddling, my pussy had rubbed most arousingly against her.
That, plus the delights of dominance, assured that I was dripping wet between the legs--wet, ripe, and ready for some oral adoration delivered by Marie.
I said that if she was a good girl and pleased me properly, I just might permit her to serve as my intimate body slave.
Edward helped the girl rise to her knees on the bed. She knelt between my spread legs, with her wet red face poised over my pussy.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down to my sex, pressing her face against my quivering pussy.
Moaning with erotic fever, she pressed kiss after heated kiss on my pussy lips.
"Enough," I drawled. "Use your tongue now."
She stuck out her tongue and pressed it to my pussy lips, which shivered at the sensual contact. She licked up and down my slit.
She knelt with her head between my legs and her spanked, scarlet bottom lifted high in the air, a bottom which wiggled and waved as she went down on me.
I looked across the bound maid's back and caught my brother's eye no easy matter, since he was staring at that tied-up little tart's backside waving in front of his face.
Finally I got his attention and signalled him to join in as well.
He shrugged off his robe. His penis was stiff and swollen and burned redly. He stood on his knees behind Marie and took hold of her hips.
He held his erection and pressed its swollen head against her pussy lips.
Edward pressed his penis into her. The little slut was dripping red between the legs, just from the spanking she had gotten from her superior me.
He pushed the head of his penis inside her. I could tell when he shoved his penis all the way into her, penetrating her hot tight honeyed little snatch.
Her mouth was attached to my pussy. When she moaned, vibrations from it rippled through me and made my swollen clitoris hum.
When brother Edward plunged his penis deep into her, Marie let out a low gasping moan from deep in the pit of her belly.
Vibrations from that drawn-out moan rumbled through me like a freight train.
More excited than ever, I ordered her to lick my clitoris. She took her tongue out of my slit and glided it to the top of the pussy lips.
Sexual arousal made my clitoris dark and swollen. It seemed to buzz and shiver when the girl's kissing lips pressed it.
Out flicked the tip of her tongue, whipping the clitoris lightly but feverishly, the tongue tip a blur of whirring pink motion.
Ah, but Marie was being used at both ends--my pussy was busy being pleasured by her mouth, while Edward's stiff penis pumped into her pussy.
I shoved my hips forward and ground my pussy against her mouth. My legs were bent at the knees and raised.
The girl's hands were still tied behind her back. Her fingers writhed and wriggled as my brother forcefully fucked her.
Her licking tongue brought me to my climax. When I came, it was all fire and honey sweeping through my pussy, flowing into all the rest of me.
I pressed my thighs closed on her head and pressed it, squeezing it. Her nose and her mouth were filled with my convulsing pussy flesh.
I held her head in place while I shook with the force of my orgasm. At the same time, my brother continued his ardent assault on her.
He plunged his penis deep into her. He rocked into her so forcefully that her spanked scarlet buttocks rippled under the impact.
At last he threw his hips forward and shoved his thing in deep. The base of his shaft was circled by her quivering pussy lips.
I shuddered from the force of my own climax. My legs fell open. Marie lifted her wet red face wet with my juices lifted it from my pussy.
She gasped for breath. But she was due to gasp even more, since Edward was about to orgasm. Tightly he clutched her hips.
His own red face contorted with passion as he came. I watched him through my glazed eyes. His mouth was a yawning black hole, moaning heavily.
He shook as masses of thick semen were pumped up from his swollen balls, up the swollen column of his stiff penis, and into her tight, twitching pussy.
Masses of semen filled her slit, seething against the membranes, soaking into the heated pink flesh, filling her right to the brim of her pussy lips.
Edward gave a last shudder, then slumped under a forceful afterglow.
Marie, dazed, devastated, and thoroughly dominanted, was ours.
INTERVIEW TWO
Samantha is what might be labeled a cold-blooded sensualist. Which does not mean that she is cold and unemotional far from it.
Indeed, she is more highly sexed than the average individual. But she is cool and calculating in the way she goes about satisfying herself.
In wanton, teen Marie, Samantha found a pupil worthy of cultivation.
After her initial resentment had passed, Marie welcomed my rule over her body and her pleasures and why not?
The morning after the first night I took her, I put her to work.
It was a large bed in my brother Edward's room, a bed big enough for the three of us. Marie slept between us.
I woke in the early morning hours, feeling drowsy and lazy, with an intense tingling between the legs and a need for stimulation.
I shook Marie awake. Most likely, she pretended sleep. She woke up, face all flushed from sleep, eyes bleary.
But those bleary eyes brightened when I pulled back the sheets and blankets, uncovering myself, as I lay on my back.
I had gone to sleep in a black nightie. I lifted the hem, pulling it up to the waist, so that I was naked below it.
I spread my legs and Marie got between them. She pressed her face to my crotch, fastened her mouth to my pussy, and went to work.
It was a most delightfully erotic way to start the day!
I prevailed on my brother to let me have the use of the girl for the next few days, so I could more fully train her to serve and satisfy my desires.
This was no problem. Marie was his little sex toy, and had no real domestic duties, such as cooking and cleaning and the like.
Which was just as well. There were other, less attractive servants to attend to such drudgery. Marie had not been hired for that purpose.
Like many submissives, once she had been mastered by me, she could not have been more docile and willing to please.
When the day began, I outfitted her in her maid's uniform. I put her in a garter belt and stockings, but refused to permit her to wear panties.
The shortness of her skirt kept the round pink moons of her buttocks in tantalizing display. When she stood up straight, the hem just barely reached the tops of her thighs, which were dusky pink over dark stocking tops.
But when she bent forward from the waist, even the least little bit--ah, then the skirt would ride up high, flashing delicious glimpses of her bottom and her pussy. I set her to work in my quarters.
Among my possessions was a thin, whippy black patent leather belt, long and thin, which served perfectly as an instrument of punishment.
It was strong enough to sting and slash, yet was light enough to avoid any real brutality or marks on the one chastised by it.
When she failed to carry out her duties, I had her lift her skirt for a lash or two or three across her bare buttocks.
The room in which I stayed contained the trunks filled with my garments, most of which had not yet been unpacked.
From one of them, which contained a great deal of footwear, I selected a pair of knee-high black leather boots with high heels.
The shine on the leather was somewhat dull, and wanted a good polishing.
I put Marie to work on the task--polishing the boots with lips and tongue.
I sat on the bed, wearing a black bra, short skirt, boots. Marie, outfitted in her maid's costume, knelt humbly at my feet.
Following my commands, she lowered her head to my boots. Real excitement flashed on her face as she nuzzled the black leather boots.
She covered them with kisses. Her tongue followed where her lips had been, lapping a coating of shiny saliva on the black leather.
The tops of the boots reached up to a point just under the knees. I required the girl to lick every square inch of the boots.
Nor did her task end when the boots shone with a coating of slippery saliva from the toes to the tops.
Since she was already using her mouth so well, I decided to continued her training in that direction.
I put the sharply pointed toe of one of the boots in her mouth. Its edges stretched her lips. I had her suck and slurp on the boot toe.
Next, I had her lay down on her back along the bedside, so that her upturned face lay just below my feet.
I crossed my legs and dangled the top boot so that its high spiked heel hovered over the girl's open mouth.
I slipped the stiletto heel between her lips, and commanded her to suck at it like it was a stiff penis, and so give it "head".
At the same time, I allowed her to touch herself. Her skirt was bunched up at the waist. She looked divinely decadent in the garter belt and stockings.
Her crotch was bare, framed by black satin, lace, and nylon. Her stockinged legs were spread. I ordered her to touch herself and play with her pussy.
She put her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy lips. I bobbed my foot, thrusting the boot's spiked heel in and out.
While she sucked the pointed heel of my boot, she rubbed her pussy. The thin pink pussy lips darkened with warmth under her hot caresses.
Soon she was moaning, with the heel still in her mouth. Pink flashed when her caressing fingers parted her pussy lips.
She put her fingers at the top of the slit and stimulated her clitoris. It was not long before she shook from orgasm.
Later, I took off her black satin uniform--not that it covered so very much of her, short-skirted and sleeveless as it was.
She was to be schooled in the intimate services of the lady's body slave.
Into a palatial bathroom we went, a room of pink tiles and smooth white porcelain, eggshell white, a room of marbled mirrors and a deep sunken tub.
Heat shimmered on the walls when my bath was drawn and filled with water at the temperature which I enjoy.
Little steamy wisps of vapor rose from the rippling surface of the bath. Naked, I stepped into it and sank into the tub.
Delicious laziness and relaxation swept through me. I sighed heavily. The water had been softened and perfumed with various lotions.
My breasts bobbed in the water. Marie sat on the edge of the tub, looking worshipfully at me. After I had soaked for some time, I had her wash me.
The bath I took in the tub was wonderful, but even more wonderful was the tongue bath I demanded from Marie later that night.
I stretched out nude on the sheets of the bed and had the girl come to me. She knelt at the foot of the bed, equally naked.
She began by sucking my big toe. She worked her way upward, licking all the front side of my body, her mouth climbing up my feet and calves.
She was on her hands and knees on the bed, her pert breasts bobbing as she moved around on the mattress to satisfy me.
She licked her way to the tops of my thighs. Her mouth watered at the delicious prospect of my pussy, which was laid out under her face.
But that delight would be denied her for a while longer. I commanded her to turn her attention elsewhere she was not due for a session of pussy eating just yet!
Instead, I had her turn her mouth upward. She was reluctant to turn her face from my pussy, but what choice did she have?
So, she licked long wet lines over my flat tummy, and worked her way upward to my breasts. There, I let the girl graze for a while.
My nipples were stiff. Marie licked the breasts, her tongue gliding over and rippling the bosom flesh. I permitted her to suck the nipples.
She took a nipple between her puckered pink lips and greedily sucked it. No doubt she would have nursed at them for half the night, had I permitted it.
Instead, after giving her something of a taste of my breasts, I turned over and rolled on my tummy, presenting back and backside for her service.
I hurried her down to my rear. When she had licked her way from my wide smooth shoulders, down the spine to my waist, I disengaged from her.
I climbed off the bed and stood at the bedside, and had her kneel at the bed's edge, her long legs folded under her.
I turned my back to her and presented my bottom. I stood with my legs spread. She saw my pussy lips below the ivory globes of the buttocks.
I reached for her, took a handful of her hair, and gently but firmly pulled her face to my backside.
She made a little stifled sound as her hot wet face was wedged between my buttocks.
I put her tongue to work, following the curves of my buttocks, licking them from the small of the back to the tops of my thighs.
She laid the flat of her tongue on my bottom flesh and licked in broad wet lines. She was entranced.
When she had licked the outside of my bottom fully, I rewarded her--and myself---by putting her mouth to work on the inside.
I let go of her hair and put my hands behind me, clutching the buttocks one in each hand, sinking my fingers into the flesh.
Then I pulled the buttocks and spread them to the sides, opening my ass.
Sharply I ordered her to stick her face between the cheeks.
She moaned with feverish lust as she obeyed. My buttocks were tingling with her sweet, sticky saliva.
My ass cheeks hugged the cheeks of her face. The soft curls of her soft, brick-red hair brushed my buttocks.
Her kissing lips pressed on the rosebud of my anus. It quivered and twinged under her heated kisses. Then I had her use her tongue.
She licked the sensitive folds of wrinkled flesh. She pressed the tip of her tongue to the rosebud and put it inside me.
My rectum was hot and sticky as she tongued it. I leaned forward, my stiff-nippled breasts dangling heavily, my buttocks thrust back against her face.
I put one hand between my legs and touched and rubbed my sex while she tongued my ass. My pussy lips flamed from the fondling.
I pressed my fingertip to the clitoris and rotated it in slow sensual circles. The heat of my pussy met and matched the heat in my ass.
While Marie tongued out the inside of my ass, I fingered myself to orgasm.
Afterward, I rested. My pussy was steamy from the climax. Marie ached to taste it, but that pleasure was still denied to her.
After my little nap, I felt vigorous and ready for a more forceful session. Marie had not slept, but remained wakeful.
At the foot of the bed was a massive bed stand, part of the bed's frame of brass tubing worked into elaborate grille work.
Marie knew what I was up to when I opened my little bag of dominant tricks and took from it ropes, a scarf, and a vibrator.
I stood her at the foot of the bed, facing its head. The bed stand was up to the height of her shoulders.
Marie moaned softly when her warm pink naked flesh contacted the cool metal grille work of the bed stand. I stretched her arms out to the sides.
Her arms hung out horizontally from her shoulders. Using two short lengths of rope, I bound her wrists to the top bar of the grille.
Marie squirmed and sighed with sexual excitement. My naked flesh brushed hers, my stiff nipples throbbing when they glided over her bare back.
I knelt and tied her spread legs open, circling each ankle with a rope strand and securing each strand to the nearest bedpost.
Next, I tilted the girl's head back, covered her mouth with mine, and kissed her.
Marie, already hotly excited, was further fired up from my kisses, and the caresses which I covered her trembling flesh with.
I stroked her bare breasts, cupping and lifting them. I pulled and pinched and tweaked her stiff button nipples with erotic playfulness.
My hands slid down her flanks, following the soft curves of her hips, sliding up and down her thighs, roaming up to her crotch.
All this time, my tongue tasted her mouth, with lots of hot sweet kisses.
When I broke off the kisses, her face was red and she was breathing hard. She pressed her bound body up against the brass bed stand.
The cool metal had been warmed by the contact with her hot squirming body.
Silently she pouted, and a tear came to her eye, when I gagged her with a pair of my soiled panties, whose crotch was fragrant with the scent of me.
When she was bound and gagged, I took up my leather strap. She twisted her head to look over her shoulder, and saw me smiling and holding the strap.
She moaned, but she submissively lowered her head to accept what I gave her.
I know what little girls like her need a firm hand. But I was easy on her, and only gave her ten solid slashes with the strap.
When I was done, ten thick red welted marks crisscrossed her twitching buttocks. She shook with soft sobs, tears flowing from her eyes.
I switched on the vibrator. It made a low electronic hum. It was a white vibrator, shaped long and thick with a bullet head.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The hot-blooded nymphets in this volume of case histories, such girls as Donna, Kelly, Lori, Marie, and the others, are admittedly exceptional.
Even in this day of sexual liberation, where parents bemoan the fact that their children (especially their daughters) grow up faster than ever, the real-life case histories compiled in this book are rather extraordinary.
Yet, the time may not be distant when even the most naive teen girl will be as skilled and sophisticated in sex as someone like, say, Donna.
The young ladies in this book may be regarded as trailblazers--pioneers in the wilderness of passion, who lead the way for their more timid sisters to follow.
At this moment, the level of sexual expertise of even the youngest teen girls is infinitely more advanced than that of the girls of a generation ago.
The demure and virginal young misses who were teens in the 1950s would likely view the carryings-on of today's teens as lewd and whorish.
Even passion progresses. The average thirteen year old girl of today knows more about sex (often through experience) than did the twenty-one year old females of fifteen years ago.
And tomorrow? . . . the future of teen sex is bright and bold.
