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Loving Sister ....(65k)    by Pearl Hale

FOREWORD

I was lapping out my girlfriend's pussy, giving her the best lesbian experience of her life, when I suddenly glanced toward the door.

My other sister was standing there and smiling at me.

For a moment, I was afraid. I did not know how Linda would react to my girl-loving ways. She had been in college all year, and I was only sixteen. But I had changed a lot during the months that she had been away.

When L saw her start to unbutton her blouse, I sighed and smiled at her and went back to lapping my girlfriend.

I knew that my sexy sister was going to join us.

This is the story of Terri, a girl who discovers that girls can love girls.

And it is the story of the way that she experiments with different girls, until she is finally ready to take her ultimate lesbian lover.

Her sexy, older sister.

This is the story of what happens when two sisters share their love in a very special way, a love that is mixed with good, hot lesbian lust.

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Terri, and I am seventeen years old now.

I am a lesbian, but that is not the way that I define myself.

You want to hear how I define myself? I call myself a revolutionary.

A revolutionary lesbian, I guess. That completes the definition.

But I have not always been this way. In fact, until just a few months ago, I was nothing but a spoiled, little, rich girl, one of the wealthiest girls in Victory, Missouri. But that was before my sister came home from college to show me all the things that I had been doing wrong with my life, all the things that I had been thinking wrong in my head.

My sister, Linda, made me a revolutionary with her love and her teachings.

And this is my story, the story of my making it as a cunt-loving revolutionary.

The lesbian streak in me is strong, and it makes for a major part of my story. You see, I don't think that I could have ever become a real revolutionary for the people if I had not first become a lesbian. So I guess that I should start there, with my discovery of girl-to-girl love.

It happened last spring, the spring of my junior year in high school.

That was only a few months ago. It seems that my change, my metamorphosis happened very quickly indeed. I guess that I was just ready for the change, ready for all the things that I learned about lesbianism and revolution.

First, however, the lesbianism. That always comes first, doesn't it?

As my sister used to say to me, sex always comes before revolution. It is impossible for a virgin to man the barricades and fight for the people with any zeal at all.

I was introduced to lesbianism by Nancy, a thirty-year-old, blonde divorcee who was a member of my class-my parents' class. She was very wealthy too.

Yes, I should tell you about my class here in Victory, Missouri.

My father is the president of the town bank and my mother runs a clothing store for women who want to buy the latest fashions from Europe and New York. We live up on the mountain, where all the wealthy people in Victory lived. And we had a swimming pool and we had a big, white house. We lived close to the old, Harper mansion, the house that was once owned by the man who actually ran the town. But that house is owned by somebody else now because old Mister Harper died and his son was murdered in some kind of strange fight with a stranger who had obviously been fucking the younger Mister Harper's wife and the wife went crazy. That is the kind of tragedy that can strike the small-town rich, you see.

And I guess the same kind of tragedy has struck my family now.

Anyway, back to Nancy. As I said, she was a member of my social set. She had inherited a lot of money from her father and she lived in a big house down the road from my family's house. She was married for a few years to a worthless ass named Richard, but she threw him out and got a divorce because she just could not stand him hanging around the house and spending her money any longer. At least, that was the story that got around Victory. But it was not the complete story. I guess there was some truth in it, but I know the reason that Nancy really threw Richard out of the house and divorced him.

I know that she did it because she went away to St. Louis for the summer and discovered just how sweet woman-to-woman love could be. When she found out about her own lesbian desires, everything came into focus for her and she understood for the first time why she had never really enjoyed fucking Richard or any other man. Then she threw him out. She did not want to be reminded of men any longer. She wanted women, only women, and she especially liked teen-aged girls such as myself.

But I am getting ahead of my story here. I should tell you about the afternoon that she seduced me, but, before I do, there is one other thing that you should be aware of.

I had fucked a boy too before I ever went to bed with Nancy. I had fucked Ralph, a handsome seventeen-year-old who was also part of my social set. But I had not really enjoyed it that much. When it was over, I felt a little empty and that worried me. I wondered if there was something wrong with me, and I certainly could not talk about such things with my mother of my father and my sister, Linda, was away at college.

I sat around the house for a full day and worried about my response to Ralph, the emptiness that I found inside me, the emptiness that I did not think should be there. I needed someone to talk to about that emptiness, and I wondered who I could talk to. Then I thought of Nancy. She had been very nice to me before and she had always seemed interested in me. I did not know at the time, of course, just how interested she was in me.

But I called her on the phone and asked if I could come over and talk to her.

She said that she would be happy to see me. It was on a Saturday evening. I had fucked Ralph the afternoon before, on a Friday afternoon.

It was springtime and everything was turning green and growing, but I felt so empty as I drove to Nancy's house in my new sports car that I thought I was going to cry.

I fought back the tears and pulled into the long drive-way of her house and got out and knocked on her front door. She answered it immediately.

She was dressed in a blue work shirt that she had tied up at the waist and she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans. Her feet were bare, but she did not look like a peasant. She had a regal kind of look to her, even dressed in that fashion. She smiled at me and tossed her long, blonde hair and opened the door wide to let me in.

That was the way I used to think of people who were not of my social class. It seems silly now but I often thought of them as peasants, as if I were a member of some noble group that ruled over the rest of the people in town with some sense of kindness but high-mindedness too.

I went into Nancy's house and she led me into the parlor. She pointed towards her little sofa, which I knew was antique and very valuable, and she told me to sit down. She offered me a drink.

Now, I was only sixteen, and I did not drink liquor that often. But I knew that I needed a drink at that moment. I knew that I was going to tell Nancy some of the great truths of my life, and I thought that I needed a drink in order to keep my courage and tell her everything that she would need to know in order to offer me advice on my life and my emptiness.

"Sure," I said, "I would like a drink."

As she fixed two drinks for us, she looked at me with that interest in her eyes, that interest that I did not understand at that moment. I looked down at myself and I remembered that I was dressed like a peasant too. I was wearing a T-shirt over my bare tits and I was wearing cut-offs. I looked at Nancy again. She had long, blonde hair and I had short, dark hair, but, in a strange way, I thought that we could be sisters.

Of course, I had a real sister. Linda. But she was in college and I had never really been that close to her. Linda was nineteen then, almost twenty, a college sophomore and the three and a half-years that separated us in age had always put a gulf between me and Linda. To her, I suppose, I was just a little sister, a troublesome brat who got in her way. She probably had not noticed that I had grown up, that I had turned into a woman.

Or had I? That question kept coming back to me as I looked at Nancy and remembered the things that I had come to tell her, the things that I just had to reveal to someone. If I was a real woman,-I kept thinking, I would have enjoyed fucking Ralph more than I did.

If I was not a real woman, I could not understand what I was. I hoped that Nancy, in her wisdom, would be able to tell me what I was so that I would be able to understand the meaning of my new life.

Nancy walked toward me and sat down on the little, antique sofa next to me. She handed me my drink and watched me as I sipped it. It was sweet and strong and it warmed my throat. She smiled at me.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Terri?" she asked.

I really did not know where to begin. I-took another drink to work up my courage some more.

Then I opened my mouth and the words just came pouring, tumbling out of me, more truth than I had ever spoken before in my life, I think.

"I don't want my parents to find out about-this, Nancy," I said, "and I hope that I can trust you."

She nodded her head and smiled, letting me know that I could trust her, and the words kept coming out. It seemed to me that I had hit a gusher of truth in my soul.

"I fucked for the first time yesterday afternoon. I fucked a very handsome boy from here on the hill and it hurt a little bit. But I had expected that. He was gentle enough with me, I guess. I suppose that, with some other guy, it might have hurt a lot more. But the fact is I didn't enjoy it, Nancy. I didn't like it at all. When it was over, even with his handsome gentleness, I felt empty inside. I did not feel like I thought I should feel. And I just had to talk to someone about it and I thought that you had been married and you could tell me maybe how I should have felt, how a woman feels when she really enjoys fucking a guy. Maybe you could tell me what I was doing wrong. And I thought that I could trust you to keep this to yourself because you understand-you understand-"

L paused. I did not know for certain what she did understand, but her look told me that she read everything that was in my soul, that she did understand me. She smiled at me and sipped on her drink, and I waited there, with my mouth opened slightly, waited for some of her words of wisdom as if they would cure me of something that was fatal in me.

"I am sorry, Terri," she finally said. "I don't know what it is like to enjoy fucking a man."

When she said that, I just looked at her. I did not know what to do.

I had come to her expecting to be told what to do in order to enjoy sex, expecting her to be a fountain of knowledge for me. But now she told me that she did not know what it was like to enjoy sex, and I felt lost. I did not know where to turn. And I did not say anything. I just looked at her and hoped that she would explain it to me, that she would have something to say to me that would make everything make sense, even though she had never enjoyed fucking either.

"I never liked fucking Richard all that much," she said, "even though he was handsome and a lot of women thought that he was sexy too. I don't even know why I married him. It does not make sense any more that I should marry him. I guess I just thought that a woman should be married and Richard was available and wanted to marry me. I guess I just thought I would be natural and act like a woman should act and things would come to me then. I thought that I would learn how to enjoy sex if I just did it enough, but I never did learn to enjoy it with him. I just lay there and I acted like I did, so that I would not hurt his feelings, but I had that same emptiness in me that you said that you had. I guess that you and I are very much alike, Terri, in many ways."

I felt sorry for her, but I wondered how she could talk about this so calmly.

I knew that, if I had been thirty years old and beautiful and regal, if I had been married to a man for years and had never enjoyed fucking him, I would have been climbing the walls with anxiety. I would have been wanting some kind of release from all the things that were building up inside of me. Those things were already burning in my gut at sixteen and I thought that, if I did not get rid of them soon, they would engulf me and destroy me. I wondered how Nancy had lived with such a burning inside her.

She did say that we were very much alike in many ways. If I found out how Nancy got along without enjoying sex, I thought, I might be able to use the same method. At that moment, I was willing to try anything to get rid of that burning sensation that covered my body and worked its way deep into me.

So I asked her the question that came into my head, using the urgent words that I felt in my own body and soul.

"How can you stand it, Nancy? How can you stand to live if you don't enjoy sex?"

"I did not say that I did not enjoy sex," she told me calmly. "I said that I did not enjoy fucking Richard."

"Oh," I murmured, "you enjoyed it with other men then?"

"No," she said flatly. "I tried other men and they left me as empty as Richard did."

I was back in my confused state then, the state in which nothing seemed to make sense to me. I looked into her eyes and waited for her to explain. I knew that she could see my confusion and I knew that she would explain.

She would have to explain because she was my friend.

She spoke to me softly and leaned in close to me as she said it.

"I will keep your secret, Terri," she said, "if you promise to keep mine."

"Oh, yes, Nancy," I vowed. "I will not tell anyone. I just need to know myself. I need to know how I can live without enjoying sex with men."

She smiled at me and she touched my hair lightly with her fingers and then she told me, she revealed the truth that changed my life forever.

"Women, Terri," she said softly. "I make love to other women."

There was silence in the room for the longest time, for what seemed to be an eternity to me as I tried to put that information into my brain. I had heard about lesbians, of course, but I had always thought of them as ugly women who could not get a man, women who looked like men themselves. But Nancy was not ugly. I had seen her at parties at my parents' house and I had seen the way that the men-including my father-crowded around her and fought for her attention. She could get any man that she wanted, I thought, but she did not want men. Men did not please her. Women pleased her.

And, for some reason that I could not explain, the whole thing seemed to make perfect sense to me. I opened my lips and asked her to reveal more.

"Tell me more, Nancy. Tell me how you discovered this."

She grinned and sipped on her drink before she started her story of discovery.

"I kept fucking Richard and occasionally some other men until last year," she said. "Then I went to St. Louis to visit some friends there and I was alone one night and I went downtown and I walked into this bar. I seemed to be drawn to that bar by some power. I did not know what I would find there, but I thought that I would find something that would make everything worthwhile to me. I knew that it was a bar that women went to with other women, and I went into that bar by myself and looked around and saw those women and I felt at home right away. I walked up and ordered a drink and started talking to this cute, little thing named Jasmine who was sitting there. And, within a half hour or so, we were in her car, headed for her apartment. We were going there to make love."

She took another drink and I wondered if I was breathing. I was so caught up in her story that I could not tell for sure if any air was going into my lungs.

"Jasmine and I made love that night, made love as only women can make love to each other, and I wound up spending the summer with her. She introduced me to her friends and I made love to some of them and, with each woman, I felt that satisfaction that I had never felt with a man, that I had never felt with Richard. I found my home there with Jasmine and her friends and I wanted to stay in St. Louis for the rest of my life. But then I had to come back here and manage my financial affairs. When I got back, I told Richard to get the hell out of the house and go back to California, where he came from. I did not need him for anything now and I knew that he would never be able to please me the way that women had pleased me, the way that Jasmine and her friends had pleased me. I still go to St. Louis every couple of weeks and visit my friends there and find the satisfaction that evades me here in Victory, but I must admit that I feel a little lonely here and I wish that I could find some girl or some women who would give me the kind of pleasure that I really need."

And I said it before I even realized that the words were out. I looked over her body and her face and found her appealing and sexy and I thought the words and I guess I said them at the same time. They just came out.-But I never regretted that they did.

"I will give you pleasure, Nancy," I said softly. "You and I were much alike."

That is how it happened. I guess that Nancy had hoped that I would say something like that. I guess that you could say that she seduced me with her story about Jasmine and the women of St. Louis.

But the fact is this: I did not feel as if I were being seduced at all.

I just felt that I had found a home, a home there in Nancy's sexy arms.

She put those arms around me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. Her mouth was cool and her breath was sweet. Then she pulled away from me and set her drink down and got up from the antique sofa. I got up too and she reached out and took my hand.

Together, we walked through the big, empty house towards the upstairs bedroom.

We did not say anything. We did not have to say anything.

We were both feeling right at home and that house did not seem empty at all to either of us. We held each other's hand and we walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Nancy's bedroom was white and the sun came through the window next to the bed. It was almost nighttime, but the last bits of sun for that day warmed that white bedroom and made me feel warm too. I felt especially warm when Nancy put her arm around me and. held me close to her and we both looked at the big, white bed there.

We both knew that we were going to spend some time together on that bed.

And she felt so soft and yet so hard against me, so womanly and yet so strong.

I knew that she would be a good teacher, and I knew that I would never be the same after this lesson of love from Nancy.

I turned and put my hand on the side of her face and we kissed each other again.

But this kiss was different from the one that we had shared down in the parlor.

This kiss was not soft and quick. If was soft, but it was a long, tongue-lashing kiss and I put my arms around her neck and she put her arms around my back and we held each other very close and I felt the warmth of her body flow into mine and I felt at home.

This was the answer, I kept thinking, and this would allow me to live without that burning sensation, that terrifying need, engulfing me in sexual flames.

And it seemed to me that Nancy was my sister in a very special way.

She moved her tongue into my mouth and then she drew that tongue back and I moved my tongue into her mouth and we held each other very close. When that kiss was over, she ran her lips and tongue over my neck and I gasped against her and felt my tits move against hers and I knew that we would be the best of lovers.

I did not think that there was anything strange about this relationship, from that very first moment. I did not really need to be prepared for the love of a woman.

Everything seemed so natural with Nancy. In a way, that afternoon before, when I had fucked Ralph, had been the time of perversion for me. That had not been natural at all.

We pulled apart and smiled at each other and Nancy even winked at me. I thought that was sweet of her. I winked back.

And then I pulled off my T-shirt slowly, pulled it over my head.

And I showed Nancy my breasts. She smiled when she saw them in that late-afternoon sunlight.

I have nice tits, big and round and high on my girlish body, the kind of tits that look good when they are jiggling there on my body, when I do not wear a bra.

But I had never felt so proud of my tits before.

When I saw the way that Nancy looked at them, when I saw the sparkle in her blue eyes as she looked at my breasts and appreciated them for what they were, as only another woman could appreciate breasts, I felt very proud of my tits.

"You are very sexy, Terri," Nancy said with a soft voice.

And I shivered and felt very sexy, sexier than I had ever felt in my life.

"Show me yours," I said with a passionate tingle in my throat. "Show me your breasts, Nancy."

And the blonde woman smiled and unbuttoned her blue, peasant-like workshirt and untied and pulled it off to show me her own fine, sexy tits.

They were not as big as mine, but they were beautiful. They were high and pointed and they looked like two fine pieces of fruit, wonderful fruit meant only for another woman. I felt my cunt tingle with excitement as I studied those tits, and then I returned her compliment with feeling.

"You are beautiful, Nancy, and you are so fucking sexy."

We stood there for a little longer and just looked at each other and then Nancy made the next move. She reached out and touched my tits with her hands and squeezed my breasts lightly as the flame shot through me and made me wallow in desire with her.

I reached out with my own trembling hands and I touched her breasts and held them and squeezed them just as she was doing to me.

And this exchange of warm touches that we were giving to each other made me feel more wanted and more wanting than I had ever felt before in my girlish life.

I spoke to her a voice that was filled with all of my wanting.

"Oh, Nancy," I sighed, "this is wonderful. This is so much better than men already."

And the blonde pulled away from me and smiled at me.

"And it has only just begun, Terri," she assured me with her own soft voice.

I shivered and my cunt quivered when I thought of that, of all that Nancy and I still had left to do together, of all the ways in which this blonde woman would train me. I could hardly stand up in my passionate frenzy. I wanted to learn more about sex and softness from her. I wanted to do everything to her that a woman could do to another woman.

Yes, a woman. That is the way I thought of myself at that moment.

Before that instant, I had always considered myself a girl, a fresh, little thing who still had a lot to learn about life. Now, now that I was on the verge of learning something that I knew would be very important to me, I sighed and felt like a real woman. Nancy had turned me into a woman with her soft touch and I knew that my womanly nature would only grow as this lesson in lesbian love moved on to its climax.

Nancy grinned at me again and loosened her cut-offs and pushed them down her long, lovely, tanned legs. She stepped out of them and stood before me naked. I gasped when I saw her that way. I had never thought that I would be able to find another woman so appealing, but I found her beautiful, sexy, wonderful.

The light-brown bush that grew between her legs was thick with hair and it looked soft, so soft that I wanted to make a pillow of that bush, to lay my head on that pillow and sleep soundly for the rest of my life.

And Nancy knew that she was beautiful too. She was proud of her body.

She stretched her arms and her legs and turned slowly and let me take in all of her, her nice, rounded buns, her strong back, her tits, her bush, her legs, her face, everything.

And everything about her made me hungry for her kind of lesbian lust.

Then she looked at me and I knew that she wanted me to do the same thing that she had done. I knew that she wanted to see my naked body, and I felt very proud that such a sexy woman would have any interest at all in seeing me naked. I slipped out of my sandals and then I loosened my cut-offs and pushed them down with my white panties too. I wanted to be naked as soon as possible for that beautiful blonde who stood there, waiting to see me.

My body was rounded, younger, a bit whiter than hers. She obviously sunbathed in the nude, I thought, for I could see no white lines on her fine, sexy flesh.

I had those white lines and I determined to come over here and sunbathe with her often, so that I could have that fine, solid glow on my body that she had on hers.

I stepped out of my clothes and then I stood naked in front of Nancy.

When she smiled at me, I felt charged with sexy power and sexy pride.

She saw me naked and she liked what she saw.

As Nancy had done, I turned around slowly. My own bush was black, like my hair, and it was not as soft and hairy as hers. But I could tell that my young twat appealed to the woman and I could tell that the rest of my rounded, girlish body appealed to her too.

I turned with pride so that she could see all of me. And then I stood and faced her as we both studied each other's nakedness. Then I glanced at the bed and she laughed out loud and tossed her head back and made her blonde hair fly in the late afternoon breeze.

"Can't wait, can you, Terri?" she asked.

"No, I can't," I admitted.

And I was telling the truth. I wanted to go to that bed and I wanted Nancy to join me there and show me all the techniques of lesbian love that she knew so that I could know them too.

Nancy turned and headed for the bed with a soft, barefoot padding on the cool, hard-wood floor of the bedroom. She moved gracefully, like a dancer, and the feminine muscles of her body made her look like a sleek, jungle animal. I sighed as I watched her and I wanted her even more after seeing her move. I could not wait to learn all that she had to teach me about placating that burning feeling in my body, about filling that emptiness that was deep inside me.

She turned and sat down on the bed and beckoned me to her with a smile.

And I went to her. I tried to walk in the sleek, jungle way that she had walked. But I was too excited, to anxious to get it on with her. I bounced to her like a little girl. I would have been embarrassed about that girlisliness except that I could see in her blue eyes that that was part of the appeal that I had for her, part of the reason that she wanted to show me all that she knew about love and lust and bedroom antics.

I sat down next to her on the bed, sat down very close to her.

Nancy put her arm around my waist and hugged me as she explained the way that it was going to happen, on this, the first time that we made love. I listened carefully to her explanation. I wanted to get it right, to do it just right for her and for me too.

"The first time," Nancy said, "I will take control. I will do it to you and make you feel good. That way you can learn what you like.

"I am sure that we will both like much the same kind of thing, Terri. You are very much like I am."

And I nodded my head girlishly, with eager agreement.

I wanted to be just like she was, sexy and willing and fiery with lust for other women.

I wanted to live the kind of live that Nancy lived, and I wanted to live much of it with her.

I suppose that, in my girlishness, in my lesbian virginity, I thought that I was actually in love with Nancy at that moment. It was not until later that I found out that other women could inspire in me the same kind of lust, the same kind of warm and sexy passion and eagerness.

But I am getting ahead of my story, and I don't want to do that.

I want to tell you exactly and in detail the things that Nancy did for me.

With her arm around me, she lay back on that big, white bed and I lay back with her and felt warm and at home in her arms.

She turned me and turned to face me and she kissed me again with her soft, eager mouth. She drove her tongue deep into my own opened mouth. That tongue felt good in me and I wondered at that second where else that tongue would be before the night was over, before this first, learning session was finished for me.

I suppose I had some kind of idea even then what girls did when they made love to each other. I suppose I felt it in my spirit and I suppose that something in my heart led me on with her. But I wanted to know for certain and I wanted Nancy to show me in her own special, sexy way, show me just what girls did when they were attracted to each other, what girls did in order to kill that hunger that was deep inside them, that hunger that no man could really understand.

Nancy kissed my face softly and ran her tongue over my neck again and sent that chill into my spine, that chill of lust and eagerness that I had already felt so many times that afternoon.

Then we moved up on the bed together where we could be more comfortable.

The blonde woman ran her hand over my naked body, touching me with a fluttering touch of her fingers, and she moaned to me with words that made me newly proud of myself.

"You are so sexy, Terri," she said, "Sexier than any of the women in St. Louis."

I closed my eyes and felt those words enter me and those fingers touch me and felt wonderful.

"The women in St. Louis are older and more jaded, Terri," she said. "Don't ever become jaded. Keep that girlishness for as long as you can."

"I will, Nancy," I promised with a sigh.

I spread my legs as I felt her fingers moving down to that place between them, to that spot where I wanted Nancy's fingers to be. She ran her fingers over my black, sparse, young cunt-hair and I shivered with that touch. Ralph had not touched me there the night before. Even with his gentleness, he was still a male and he had only wanted to fuck me, to shove his stiff cock up into my cunt. I knew that Nancy was in no hurry and that made me feel even warmer toward her, as if I was more of a complete being for her than I had been for that boy the day before. For Ralph, ultimately, I had been a cunt and a pair of tits that he played with in order to get hard. For

Nancy, I was a complete person, and she wanted to touch all of me.

She slipped her fingers over my wet pussy lips and I felt those lips vibrate with lust when she touched them. I gasped and put my arms around her and held her close to my own, girlish, naked body.

This was it! I could already feel the hunger leaving me, the hunger that had engulfed me.

Nancy took her fingers away from my cunt, as if she did not want to give me too much pleasure too soon. And I respected that decision. I wanted to climb slowly with her. I wanted to move up to the peak that I had never visited before and then I would do whatever she wanted me to do in order to float down with an orgasm.

The blonde woman ran her fingers over my soft inner-thighs and that felt good too, warming and exciting. I could feel my own girlish muscles clench and tighten with the enthusiasm, the sexual greed that was filling me. I wanted more and more of her. I wanted more and more of the experience and the lesson that she was giving me with her wild and rapid and sexy and soft fingers.

Nancy moved down my body and started to lick one of my tits. She ran her tongue over the top of the mound and I shivered with desire. This was so great, so wonderful. And her tongue was warm and wet and lively, all the things that a girl wants from another woman's tongue, I thought. She licked my soft flesh with a rapid movement and I knew that she was heading for my nipple, for that soft pinkness that was already getting hard and bumpy with the thrills that she was giving me.

What woman could want anything more? My mind exploded with that question.

Ralph had sucked on my tit the day before, but he had not given me this pleasure. He had not made me wait at all. He had just clamped his mouth on my tit and sucked away while he played with his cock and got it hard. Nancy knew that part of the sexual pleasure that a woman got from any experience in bed was heightened by the waiting, by the knowing and the waiting. I knew that she was going to suck on my nipple with her wet, warm, soft mouth, and I heaved because I wanted her to do just that. But I had to wait, to wait until she knew that I was ready to receive her mouth with all of my girlish enthusiasm. I lifted my body on that bed and tensed my muscles and moaned to her.

"Oh, Nancy, your tongue is wonderful," I sighed.

But the blonde still took her time, still kept me waiting. She ran her tongue down my tit and by-passed my nipple for the moment. She lifted my breast, the gland that suddenly seemed like a mountain on my body because it was so filled with nervous and sexual desire, and she ran her tongue under my high jug. I shivered and moved on the bed as she continued to touch me with her fluttering fingers and hold me down.

It was terrific, absolutely marvelous!

The soft flesh under my tit had never been touched by another human being like that. Naturally, Ralph had not known how pleasant and exciting such a lick would be, how sensitive the nerves under my breast were. I had not known myself until that very moment. But Nancy had known because she too was a woman, a woman experienced in the ways of womanly love.

And now she had shown me just what it felt like. I recorded the sensation in my feverish brain and I vowed to do the same thing to her when it was my turn to please her in that womanly way.

She ran her tongue under my tit again and made me shiver with the lust that I felt for her at that moment.

I put my hand on her head and felt her soft blonde hair and sighed to her.

"Oh, that is wonderful, Nancy," I moaned. "I have never felt like this before."

Then she let my big tit rest on my body and worked her tongue slowly up the curve of that mountain and I knew that, this time, she was going to suck on my pink nipple. I knew that I was finally going to feel what that touch from a woman was like. I knew that it would be better than anything I could ever feel from a man. I yearned to have all of that passion centered on my nipple, and I took my hand off her head so as not to delay her in her movement to that nipple.

I put my hands on my own head and lifted my tits high with my movement and tensed my body and waited, waited with that thrilling sensation of her tongue and her lips filling me up with desire that I had never felt before in my teen-aged life.

And, finally, Nancy put her warm, wet mouth on my nipple and kissed it softly.

And I sighed and dug my fingers deep into my own dark hair.

She kissed the pinkness again with another soft touch.

And my body bucked convulsively with the yearning that I felt for her.

Then Nancy, my teacher and my lover and the older woman of my life, the woman who was filling me up and giving me more pleasure than I had ever hoped to experience in bed, that blonde and sexy Nancy sucked my nipple into her lips and sent the soft heat of womanly lust coursing through my body, heading for my quaking, girlish cunt.

It was terrific! And I knew then that I would always be a certified, dedicated, girl-loving girl.

I knew then that nothing I could have with a man could match the pleasure that I was having at that moment.

Again, I put one of my hands on her soft, blonde hair and rubbed her head lightly with my fingers to let her know how much I enjoyed what she was doing to me.

And I kept my other hand on my head and rubbed it and felt united with Nancy in a very sexy and womanly way. I had never felt so united with anyone before.

My nipple got harder and bumpier as she sucked on it and my other nipple also got hard too. I moved the hand that had been in my hair down to my other tit and played with that one as she sucked the other one. I was so filled with passion and lust and pleasure, so filled with fiery, girlish sexuality that it seemed to me that anywhere I touched myself or she touched me was exciting. I was a teen-aged bundle of sexual nerves, sexual fire, sexual lust. I was complete in my sexuality, and I liked feeling complete with Nancy.

As Nancy sucked on my nipple, she lay over my naked body. Without even thinking about it, I moved my leg and slipped my girlish thigh between her legs. She spread her legs for me and I found myself rubbing my thigh against that soft, hairy thatch of wet womanly pussy. I could feel the cream from her cunt seeping onto my thigh and I sighed and felt that I was doing something to please her. I was glad that her cunt was wet because I knew that my own twat was very wet, was quaking with exploding juices that were trickling out of my pussy-lips. I felt that Nancy and I were again alike in a very special, loving way.

And I could not think of any other person that I wanted more to be like.

I sighed and tossed on that bed and touched her hair and my own feverish flesh and continued to work my thigh against her wet pussy as she sucked on my nipple. It was such a delicious feeling. I could think of nothing that would be better for me or for any other girl who felt the hunger that men could not satisfy.

And I wondered how many other girls out there did feel that hunger, did feel that wonderful, desperate fire in their bodies and their souls. I was certain that there must be many of them right there in Victory, Missouri.

Finally, Nancy must have figured that it was time to do something different to me so that I would experience even more pleasure in her arms. She took her mouth off my nipple and she kissed it good-bye with a soft, wet kiss and she started to move down further on my body.

like I said, I had sort of figured out what girls did to other girls.

So I knew in my heart that she was headed for my cunt.

And I could not get over the sudden tension that I felt in my body, the lovely, sexy tension. No mouth had ever been on my pussy before. I was anxious to find out what it was really like, to find out what I would really feel when her mouth was down there, licking me out and giving me pleasure.

"Oh, Nancy," I heard myself sigh, "Lick my pussy. Lick my cunt, Nancy." But, again, she made me wait. She did not dive right into my pussy. She took her time and let the expectation build in me, let the fire build in my body.

First, she moved slowly down my body, licking and kissing my soft, girlish skin.

She ran her tongue into my navel and gave me a shock like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was certain that I had been struck with lesbian lightning.

Then she kissed my navel and I felt the warmth rush into me.

She moved down a little further and began to lick that sparse, girlish hair on my cunt. She made that hair wet and she sent little spasms of lust through my body when she put the pressure on that special part of me. She pressed her tongue down hard on my moan and I quivered and moaned again with the sexy spasms that went through me.

Then she by-passed my cunt and I had to wait at little longer.

The sexy, older blonde woman put her head between my legs and spread those feverish, jerking legs and licked the soft flesh .of my inner thighs. Those licks were so warm and so loving that I almost went insane with lust when she did that.

She worked on both of them, licking first one thigh and then the other. When I glanced down, I could see her blonde head working back and forth. But I did not really want to look at her. I wanted to close my eyes and wallow in the feeling that she was giving me.

So I did just that. I closed my eyes and I put my hands on my own big tits and I sighed and thought of myself as a climbing girl, a girl who was on her way to the highest peak that she had ever reached before.

I had not come with Ralph, of course, but I had played with myself before and brought myself little orgasms in that way. But I knew that I had never experienced an orgasm like the one that Nancy was going to give me. I had never taken my time with myself the way that she was taking her time. I had never done or even imagined some of the things that she had already done to me.

And I kept thinking of how good her mouth was going to feel when it was on my cunt. I kept thinking that that was going to be heavenly and that that mouth and that tongue was going to give me a celestial, lesbian orgasm, the best that any-girl could ever have.

Nancy moved her mouth slowly to my pussy.

When she kissed my cunt-lips that first time, I quaked on the bed and sighed and felt the rocking feeling in my stomach. Her mouth was soft and warm and wet, and so was my pussy. It seemed that the two things belonged together.

I cried out to her with all of my girlish lust.

"Oh, Nancy, do it to me! Oh, Nancy, I can't stand it any longer! Give me your tongue! Drive that fucking tongue into me!"

But she did not do what I told her to do. She was in control and she knew best. She knew that I should wait just a little longer while she thrilled me with more sexy things that I could not even imagine before they finally happened to me.

She ran her tongue around my quivering, pink pussy lips, and I knew that she must be tasting there the special, womanly taste of my juices. I massaged my own tits and I sighed to her. I wanted to know the truth about my inner self.

"How do I taste, Nancy? How does my cunt taste?"

And she, probably understanding how my girlish eagerness was working in my head and making me curious about this, answered me softly and truthfully. I could tell that she was speaking the truth, because no woman could ever lie about something like that.

"You taste so sweet, Terri," she said. "You taste like wonderful fruit and you taste like the sea. You taste like all the good things in the world."

And her answer to my girlish question filled my head with pride again. I was proud and happy that she enjoyed my taste.

I spread my legs wide and murmured to Nancy with all of the lust that I felt at that moment.

"Taste all of me, please," I sighed.

And this time she followed my instructions, although the blonde woman still took her time with me.

Using those fluttering, nimble, womanly fingers, the blonde spread my pussy-lips and moved her fingers into me. I sighed and gasped again and tossed on the big, white bed.

I had played with myself before but it had never been like this.

This time, another woman's fingers were in my snatch. This time, she was controlling the action and I wasn't. This time, I knew that the fingering would lead to something wonderful, to the feel of her mouth on my cunt.

All of this knowledge of new sensations shot through my head and made me feel as if I were going to burst from the sexual lust that overpowered me and grew and grew inside me. I was glad that my cunt was opened, that she had opened it with her fingers. I thought that the sexual lust would be able to escape through that juicy hole sooner or later.

Nancy's fingers went deep into me and I sighed with all of the love that I felt for her and waited. I was used to waiting by now and I knew that the waiting would make it even better. But I still wanted it. I wanted to feel her tongue and her mouth working on my honey-pot. I wanted to explode with all of that lust and that girlish fever, explode with an orgasm right in her beautiful face.

It seemed only right that I do that, I thought.

And I wanted to do right things with Nancy. I wanted her to know that she had thrilled me that much.

Her fingers slipped out of my pussy, but they still held my snatch open.

I looked down and I saw that blonde hair move down over my cunt.

And I knew that it was about to happen. I tensed my body and waited for the first invasion of her warm, wet tongue. It would not be an enemy invasion. It would be like something that was coming home, where it belonged.

And I knew that my cunt would welcome her tongue as a mother welcomed a wayward child, with love and great emotion and great happiness.

I was so happy at that moment that I felt the tears come to my girlish, dark eyes.

The tongue shot into my pussy like a warm, sexy bullet.

And I gasped and felt what I thought must be the ultimate in love.

"Oh, god, Nancy!" I cried. "That is fucking wonderful!"

And I lifted my hips as I spasmed with joy so that Nancy could work into me with more ease. I sighed and tossed and felt that tongue move deep inside me with all of the warmth of womanly love.

There could not be anything better, I thought, anything better than this womanly sex that she was giving me.

Her hands still worked over my body, those fluttering fingers doing their work on my stomach and my thighs. A couple of times they reached as high as my tits and I felt the pleasure that came to me when she touched my big, girlish tits with such a lovely, lively action.

But it was her tongue that I had to concentrate on. That tongue seemed to be everywhere in my juicy cunt at the very same time. That tongue seemed to fill up my pussy and fill up every sexual need that I had ever had in my body.

I rocked on the bed and Nancy lifted my legs and threw them over her shoulders and I dug my bare heels into her tanned back and tensed my muscles again and again as she used her tongue on me, gave me the best tongue-lashing of my life.

And then her tongue was gone, leaving a cavern of cunt open in its absence. I wondered what had happened and I worried for a second. What if I tasted bad now, what if, somewhere deep inside my cunt, she had found something that was sour and had pulled away from it. I moaned and I almost started to cry.

And then Nancy did that thing that was even better than the tongue-lashing that she had given me, and I knew that I had not turned sour on her. I knew that she still wanted me.

She used that quick and sexy and lively tongue and struck it against my quivering, throbbing clit. When she did that, I gasped with a new excitement, as the electricity of what she was doing to me shot up my spine.

She struck me again and again and again.

And each strike added a new bolt of passionate fever to my already packed body. I did not know how much more I could stand of this.

And then Nancy put her warm lips around that clitoris and started to suck on it and my thoughts vanished as the sexy feelings washed through my brain. I dug my heels into her back and bucked against her mouth as she held me down and I cried out to her with a voice that sounded like the voice of the tortured.

"Oh, god! I am coming! God, I am coming, Nancy!"

When I said that, when I announced to her that I was at the peak and ready to have my orgasm, her hands went wild on my body and her mouth sucked with a diligent softness and hardness on my clitoris until I felt that explosion, that wonderful and sexy explosion in my body.

I cried out and lifted my arms high over my head and tensed my body and felt the fire running down from my brain, over my sexy body and out ray cunt, out that clit that she sucked on with such lesbian lust.

It was the greatest orgasm that I had ever experienced and Nancy held onto me and worked with me and sucked on my clitoris until the long and violent thing was over, and I was truly a complete, little, teen-aged lesbian.

Then, when it was over, she moved away from my cunt and climbed up me and kissed my lips and ran her tongue into my mouth so that I could taste a little bit of my own sweetness on that tongue. I sucked on that tongue and gave her pleasure too.

We lay in bed and she held me and I noticed that the sun had gone down and that night had come.

But I thought that it was actually the sunrise of my life.

The sunrise of my lesbian lust and my lesbian life, I thought.

And I felt warm, not kinky and not perverted. I felt warm and at home in Nancy's loving arms.

And I wondered again how many other girls out there would crave the same kind of thing that I would crave, would want their emptiness filled as I had gotten my own filling with Nancy.

I looked at the blonde who held me and I realized that I would have never thought that she was a lesbian when I looked at her at parties and around my house when she visited.

There must be other pretty girls out there who liked girls too, I thought.

And I determined in my teen-aged mind to find as many of those sexy lasses as I could.

First, I thought, I would let Nancy train me in the way to please a woman completely.

And then I would go out and find others. I would share them with Nancy if she wanted me to do that. I would show those other girls just what they had always needed, what they could only get from another girl or woman.

You see, I was a lesbian already.

But I was not yet a revolutionary. That change in my life came later.

But the one thing led to another just as surely as a cunt-lapping from another woman leads to orgasm.

And my story will tell you how that one thing led to another. My story will tell you all.

When you learn about my experiences during the next few months of my life, perhaps you will understand why I now man the barricades and fight for the people, fight those forces that I was once such a complacent member of.

But that came later. When I lay in Nancy's arms that night, I thought only of other girls. I did not think of politics at all.

CHAPTER TWO

I trained with Nancy during the next few weeks. I learned all about a woman's body and I did for her many times what she had done for me. I tasted her pussy and found it sweet and I loved her with a greater passion than I had ever felt for any other person.

But, even though I cared for the blonde, I wanted to try out other women. I did not tell her that. I could tell that Nancy, in her small-town loneliness, had grown to depend on me and want me near her as much as possible. She did not even go to St. Louis after she found me and started to train me.

In a way, that hurt me. I did not want the blonde to become that attached to me. I knew that I would wind up roaming and I knew that that would hurt her a great deal. But I could not help myself. I was only sixteen and I was too young to be tied down to any one person, even a person as sexy and loving as Nancy was.

So I did not tell her about my secret plans for other girls.

I just learned as much as I could and kept watching for those signs, the signs that told me that some other girl wanted me as much as Nancy had wanted me. I ran over seduction methods in my mind when I lay in bed late at. night. I dreamed of girls that I knew, wealthy girls who were just like me, girls who deserved my kind of love. I thought about all my wealthy friends and wondered which ones were unsatisfied with boys, which ones would be open to the kind of passion that I could give them.

You see, I was not yet a real revolutionary. I still thought of making love only to other girls who were in my social class, girls and women like Nancy, who were wealthy and perhaps a little bored with their rich lives.

I would never have dreamed then that I would have found real passion with a girl-But I am getting ahead of myself again, too far ahead.

Before I tell you about the girl who changed me so much, I must tell you about another female, a girl who was wealthy just as I was wealthy. Her name was Kim and she was blonde and cuddly and she lived in one of the biggest mansions in town.

I knew Kim only slightly, knew her from school and knew her from parties that she often had at her house, parties for wealthy boys and girls from the hill. She had a large swimming pool and all the gang enjoyed swimming in that pool when the hot weather came upon us.

And it just so happened that it got very hot in early May this year, sticky and humid and almost deathly. It was hot that Saturday afternoon when I went out for a walk in our imagine, wealthy neighborhood.

I think I started off to see Nancy, but, mostly, I just wanted to take a walk and think and be alone, away from my parents. My mother had noticed that I was spending a lot of time with the blonde, rich divorcee and she thought that that was cute. She told me that she thought Nancy would be able to teach me a lot about getting along in the world. My parents liked her. My father lusted after her. I knew that. But the fact that my parents thought that she would be a good influence on me made things much more comfortable, much easier. I was even able to spend the night at her house a couple of times because my mother and my father never suspected that we were actually lovers, that those nights and afternoons I spent with Nancy were filled with cunt-loving fun and lesbian lust.

I often wonder what they would have done if they had known. My father would have probably envied me because he wanted to go to bed with Nancy so much. And my mother would have probably ignored it because she was used to ignoring things, such as my father's sexual escapades with other women and ray older sister's strange, radical ways. Linda had already exploded a couple of times when she came home from college, exploded and cursed them both for being so piggish in their wealth and their attitude toward the lower classes. That had bothered me because I was not used to such things from anyone, but my mother had assured me that it was just a phase that Linda was going through, that all college girls get radical for a semester or so and then they settle down and take courses that would turn them into good wives of the upper classes.

"I remember my college days," my mother said dreamily. "I used to smoke cigarettes and listen to jazz records and I dated boys who wore goatees."

When she said that, I could hardly keep myself from asking her if she missed those wild and rebellious days of her youth, the days before she settled down and married my clean-shaven father. I also wondered if she had fucked some of those goateed college boys. But I knew that I would never be able to ask my mother something like that. Sex was never discussed in our imagine, big house.

And my father just huffed when Linda came up with some of her radical ideas and walked out of the room. He did not take either one of his daughters seriously at all. I do not think that he took any woman seriously, even my mother, even the girls that he fucked on the side, even Nancy whom he lusted for. He lived in a real man's world, the world of small-town business and banking.

I was thinking all of those things as I walked around the neighborhood that hot and humid afternoon and I was wondering what was going to happen to me when I went off to college. I hoped that I could turn radical too, if only for a little while.

But I did not want to date boys with goatees. I wanted to find some sexy college girls and love them and see what college really had to offer to a girl like me.

I was walking around in a dreamy daze when I heard the car horn honk behind me. I turned and I saw Kim coming up in her little foreign convertible. She smiled and waved at me and stopped the car right next to me.

"Hi, Terri," she said. "Sure is hot today, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," I muttered.

I did not know if I really wanted to be disturbed by this girl. I had always considered Kim sort of mindless, and I thought that I would rather spend my time thinking sexy, dreamy thoughts than talking about the weather with her.

But then she grinned at me and I thought that I caught that look in her eye, that appreciative glint that I had seen in Nancy's eye too. I could not be sure, but I drew closer to the car to see if I could catch it again.

"I was thinking of going home and swimming. My folks are away for the weekend and the servants are off. Would you like to come with me, Terri?"

Still, I could not be sure, but there was something in the way that Kim looked at me, something in the way that she spoke that told me that she wanted more than just a swimming partner on a hot and sticky afternoon. I thought that it was at least worth an effort. She was sexy in her blonde, little-girl, cuddly way.

"That sounds nice," I said with a smile.

"Get in," she said, opening the door for me.

I did get in and we drove toward her big mansion as she continued to glance and grin at me. I wondered why she was doing that, and then I wondered if my girl-loving, secret self, the self that I had only shared with Nancy so far, showed in any way. If an empty-headed girl like this little, blonde sexpot could see it, I thought, it must really show.

But I was not certain of anything. I sat there and felt the breeze blow through my hair and worked over a seduction plan in my head. I would take my time with her, I thought, and I would just wait and see.

She lived only a block away from the, spot where she had picked me up. We got to her mansion in a couple of minutes. She stopped the little car in front of the big, front door and she got out and bounced into the house. I followed her.

She went through the house to the swimming pool in back.

The mansion was deserted. There was no one around. If this girl was not just lonely, was not just trying to be friendly in her stupid, silly way, she might really be interested in me, I thought. This was certainly the right place to have a little, lesbian experience.

As we went through the kitchen, she stopped and got a bottle of cola out of the refrigerator and put ice in two glasses. She carried that stuff with her to the edge of the pool and then she sat the bottle and the glasses on a little table there and poured the cola into the glasses. She handed me one.

Then she took a deep breath and she said something that she had obviously been meaning to say for a long time. .

"Why don't you go out with Ralph any more, Terri?" she asked.

Her question took me aback for a moment. Ralph had called me a few times for another date, but I had always told him that I was busy. Finally, he had stopped calling me and I had forgotten all about him. I was too wrapped up in my relationship with Nancy and all the things that she was teaching me to even think about that boy who had fucked me and left me feeling empty.

But I knew that Kim and Ralph were good friends, and then everything came clear to me. I looked at her and I asked her the question.

"Has Ralph talked to you about me and him?"

"Yes," Kim admitted. "He was very hurt that you did not want to go out with him. He really-likes you, Terri."

"Oh," I said, trying to act girlishly and sipping on my cola, "he will find some other girl. He is a very handsome and sexy guy. He should have no trouble at all getting dates."

"Well, he doesn't," Kim said. "But he still thinks that maybe he did something to make you mad at him."

"Oh, he didn't do anything to make me mad," I assured the blonde.

We sat down in two chairs and Kim looked into my eyes, as if she thought that I was trying to keep some kind of secret from her. Of course, I did have a secret, but I kept thinking that it would be nice to share that secret with her, if I sensed in her look that girl-lust that I had glimpsed for a second there in the car.

"Why don't you go out with Ralph?" I asked. "You two are good friends and all-"

"Oh, we are too good as friends," she said. "I have known Ralph since we were both children and we are very close, but he is more like a brother to me than anything else, and I like it that way. We talk to each other and sometimes we go to the movies together, but I could never think of doing anything really intimate with him. I know him too well for that."

And then the little blonde took another deep breath and I knew that she was going to bring up something else, something that had been troubling both her and her brother-figure, Ralph. I figured I knew what it was, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted to make sure that she knew about my fucking Ralph. I had worked that into my seduction plan too.

"I know that you and Ralph-uh, you know, Terri," she muttered. "And I don't think any the less of either of you for doing-well, you know, it."

She was embarrassed to even bring up the subject, so I thought that I would shock her a little bit. I knew from my experience with Nancy that there was nothing like a little shock to get a teen-aged girl seduced in a hurry.

"You mean, you know that Ralph and I fucked that last time that we went out," I said.

When she heard that, when she heard that word, she sighed and seemed to relax.

"Yeah," she said girlishly. "I know that you and Ralph fucked."

I waited for her to say something else. I knew that she had some kind of revelation all prepared for me, that that was the reason that she had invited me to join her for a swim that afternoon--. I looked out at the pool and thought that it did look inviting, but I had to wait. I had to wait until I had gained a new intimacy with this girl. Then I would put my seduction plan into action with her.

She did looked very good sitting there, shyly trying to think of the words to put her ideas and her questions into. She was wearing a halter-top and a pair of imagine shorts. She was tanned already from lying around her own pool and her lips were quivering with her nervous attempt to make meaningful conversation with me, to help out her old friend Ralph as much as she could.

Finally, she worked up the courage to say it.

"Ralph thinks that he may not have been very good with you that time, when you two-uh, fucked. He thinks that he may have left you feeling bad or something. You see, Ralph had only done it once before, and-Well, he thinks that you just don't think he is a real man, and that bothers him."

I thought about it. I could imagine that handsome, teen-aged boy pouring out his soul to his little blonde friend and telling her how badly he felt about being left high and dry after he had fucked me.

His youthful masculinity had been threatened by my refusal to date him again.

And I thought that it was not that Ralph was not a real man. He was too much of a man for my taste. How could I tell the girl who sat there wondering what she could do to bring me and Ralph back together again that I did not care about men, that I liked the soft sexiness of girls and women?

I thought about it for a second and then touched Kim's arm and tried to put my feelings into words that she would accept, words that might lead up to a lot of fun with this blonde.

"You tell Ralph that he did just fine," I said. "You tell me that I think of him as a man. It is just that I am a little confused right now and I don't want to hurt him. If we went out again, he would want to fuck again, and I am not sure that I could handle that emotionally right now. It is not that he failed me. It is just that there is something else that I am trying to find and I don't think that I can even define it for you."

She looked up at me and I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she felt vaguely sorry for me. I knew that I had taken a bold step then. I knew that she thought I was being truthful with her and that she accepted that and appreciated that.

I could imagine that very few of Kim's wealthy girlfriends ever thought about any of the complexities of life and they probably never discussed them with a girl like Kim.

"You tell Ralph that, okay, Kim?" I said.

"All right. I will tell him. But what is it that you are trying to find, Terri?"

"I don't know for sure," I said, knowing full well what I wanted to find.

I wanted to find a lot of hot, little cunts to play with.

"I think I sort of understand what you mean," the blonde said.

And I figure that I had her then. She was going to open up with me and tell me things that were truthful, things that confused her, things that she would never reveal to most of her girlfriends. She responded to the truth that she sensed in me with her own truth, but I wondered just how interesting her truth could be. To me, Kim had always seemed only interested in parties and swimming and good times.

But I found out that afternoon that I was wrong.

"Terri," she said softly, "if I tell you something, will you promise never to reveal it to any other living soul?"

"I promise," I said earnestly and I leaned in close to her her dreaded secret.

"I fucked Ralph too," she said. "I did not really care for him that way, but, one afternoon, about six months ago, we were fooling around here in the house and we were all alone and we both wanted to find out what it was like and we fucked. And I have regretted that ever since. I just wanted him to be my friend. It felt a little bit like I was fucking my own brother, except, of course, I don't have a brother."

And I smiled at her with a soft look in my eyes to let her know that I understood just how she felt. I thought that this worked in well with my plan, that this gave us something in common, especially if Ralph, in his stupid, boyish ways, had left this blonde feeling as empty as he had left me.

I did not say anything. I wanted her to continue, to reveal more of her secrets to me.

"I felt real guilty about doing that, and I felt something else too, Terri. I never told Ralph this. It would kill him if he knew how I felt about it. But I felt sort of unsatisfied. It was like he had taken me up to the mountain and then had told me to walk down by myself."

That did it. I knew then that Kim and I had a lot in common, more than I had ever dreamed. In my fantasies about other girls that I knew, I had never even considered making love to Kim. And yet that is what I wanted to do at that instant. I wanted to make love to her more than anything else in the world.

She would be my first new girl. I would seduce her just as Nancy had seduced me. Now that she had revealed the truth about her own emptiness, I would give her truth about myself too, just as Nancy had told me the truth about her own experiences in St. Louis. But I needed to know one more thing before I could reveal all to this blonde.

"Maybe it was just Ralph and the guilt that you felt about doing it with him," I suggested. "Did you ever try to fuck any other guys, Kim?"

And we were so close, emotionally and physically, at that moment, that she could not lie to me, even if she had wanted to.

"Yes," she admitted softly. "I tried it with Ray Edwards and it was just the same with him as it was with Ralph. It was all right, but it did not really give me something that I felt was special, important, something to remember, you know, Terri?"

"Oh, yes, Kim," I said, nodding my head, 'I know all too well just what you mean."

"That is what confuses you too, then."

"Exactly," I told her.

"And, Terri," she said softly, "there is one more thing. Oh, Terri, you must really promise not to tell anyone else about this. I don't know what I would do if this got out. It would just kill me, Terri. Please, promise."

She was working herself up into a great fit of anxiety. I put my hands on her bare, tanned shoulders and tried to calm her as spoke to her softly.

"I promise, Kim. You. are my friend. I would never do anything to hurt you.' And then I could tell that she felt better and more calm and I waited for the most terrible secret in Kim's soul. I wondered just how terrible any secret Kim had could be. She was such a little mindless innocent, I thought.

. When she said it, she said it softly, almost whispering it, although we were alone on the grounds of that house.

"I know that I can have fun, that I can experience something worth remembering, Terri, because, when I was thirteen years old my cousin came to visit me and she and I slept together in the same bed for three nights and we-we-we-"

She could not get "the words out, but I knew what she was trying to say. A lot of girls did that when they were young and adventurous. I had not. I had come to my lesbianism late in life, when I was in full, sexual bloom.

But I thought that I would help the girl out and let her know that I understood at the same time.

"You and your cousin played with each other, right?" I said with a smile.

Now that the words were out and filling the hot, spring air, she felt relieved and she was calm again.

My smile had calmed her. She knew that I did understand and that I would not tell anyone else.

"Right," she admitted. "Right."

"And you enjoyed that more than you enjoyed either of the boys that you fucked?"

"Yes, Terri. Does that make me a weirdo, Terri?' I grinned at her and touched her hair in a light, quick way, as a girlfriend would touch her to show her that she was being silly.

"Fuck, no, Kim," I said cheerfully. "Oh, I guess There are people here in Victory who would think that that made you strange or perverted. But those people have their heads up their small-town ass-holes. I think that it just makes you normal. I do stuff with women myself."

And the blonde's blue eyes grew big with amazement.

"You too, Terri?" she asked.

I could tell from her expression that she was both surprised and pleased by the news.

"Sure. That is one reason why I have not gone out with Ralph again. There's a woman here, Kim, and you know her too. That woman offers me everything that I could ever want to have in sex. I don't really have any interest in Ralph or any other fellow right now.

"Who is she?" Kim asked.

But I smiled at her and shook my head.

"I can keep a secret, Kim," I said, "especially when it involves something like this."

And I could tell that my refusal to name names made Kim feel more at ease.

I knew what the little blonde was thinking at that moment.

She was thinking that, if I did not tell her the name of the woman, then I could be trusted not to mention her own girl-loving ways to anyone else.

And I could see that flicker across her eyes, that flicker of interest in me as more than just a friend.

But Kim was not ready to admit that interest yet.

So she stood up and pulled off her halter-top with a quick movement and spoke to me in a voice that sounded something like a cheer.

"Let's swim naked," she said. "That will be fun."

"Sure," I agreed, jumping up.

And the two of us stripped off our clothes with quick motions and we dove into the pool. Kim beat me there by a matter of a couple of seconds.

We swam naked in the cool water. I was willing to wait, I thought as I swam. We both knew that it was going to happen for certain very soon. But I would let Kim get the thought firmly in her mind before it did happen. That way, it would not surprise her or leave her feeling guilty or used.

And I certainly did not want her to feel used about anything. I wanted her to enjoy this experience as much as I was going to enjoy it.

We swam naked back and forth in the pool, squealing and crying out like children. And then Kim swam to one end of the pool and turned to face me and reached up and held herself there, floating and waiting for me to join her.

And the look in her eye told me that she wanted it as much as I did, that she had decided in her own girlish mind that it would be right and fun.

I swam toward her slowly, gracefully, and I ended up right between her outstretched legs. I knew that she wanted me there. I moved between her legs and floated there, with my big tits touching her own.

"You can trust me, Kim," I said softly. "You can trust me."

"I know," she murmured, smiling sweetly at me.

And then we kissed. I moved my face close to her and gave her the softest kiss that I was capable of.

And she answered my kiss with her own passion and held me there in the water.

I realized then that I had been wrong about Kim, that she was more sensitive than I had ever thought her to be.

In my arms, in the water, she seemed like the most sensitive girl in the world at that moment.

When our kiss was over, she grinned at me happily and she made a suggestion.

"Let's get out of the water and lie in the sun," she said.k

"Okay," I agreed. I would have agreed to anything to be near her. .

I kept thinking that Kim was my first girl. Nancy had been a woman and had been my trainer. Kim was a girl just like me and I had the chance now to work out everything that I had learned from Nancy on Kim's sexy body.

We moved out of the pool and lay on the concrete at poolside.

The sun felt good on our wet bodies, and Kim looked good as she lay down on the warm concrete on her back.

Her tits seemed to shimmer in the sun.

I lay down next to her and touched her soft, wet blonde hair with my fingers.

Then we kissed again, and this kiss was passionate and long and tongue-twisting. This was the kind of kiss that lovers exchanged. As I kissed her, I put my hand on her tits and massaged them. She moaned in my ear just as I had moaned to Nancy on that first afternoon.

Although Kim had had one other girl before, her cousin, I could not help but think of her as a lesbian virgin on this afternoon. Her cousin did not really count, I thought. That experience was a part of her life as a youngster, but now Kim was a young woman, a young lesbian. Now she was ready for the big-time and I was going to give her the lesbian loving of her life.

I moved my hands over her tits and kissed her face and tasted the water from the pool there. Then I moved my lips down and licked her big breasts and kissed them and tasted the water that clung to her there under the sun.

I kept thinking of my resolve to give this girl the best loving that I could possibly give her.

And I tried to remember just how Nancy had worked with me and thrilled me that first afternoon of my lesbian life.

I would thrill Kim in just the same way, I determined.

But I knew that I could not take the time that Nancy had taken with me. I knew that I was too excited at this, my first real seduction.

I sucked one of Kim's firm, pink nipples into my mouth and started to work on it.

The girl trembled and shook under me and she sighed.

"Never like this, Terri," she whimpered. "Not with my cousin, not with anyone. Never like this before in my life. Oh, God, Terri, you are so good."

And I knew just how she felt. It had not been that long ago that I had been thinking that I had never experienced anything like this before.

Now she was the girl who was experiencing new things and I was the trained lesbian who was giving her that experience.

I felt powerful and adult and mature and full of pride as I sucked on her nipple and felt it harden under my lips with real, girlish passion. Never like this, I kept thinking. She had never had anything like this before, and I wondered if she would ever have anything like this again.

A sexy girl like Kim, I thought, could get all the girls she wanted-if she wanted more girls when I was finished with her.

I sucked on her nipple passionately and I ran my fingers over her body.

I kept them fluttering, just as Nancy had often done with me.

And it was not long before my fluttering fingers found her aching, juicy twat.

I shoved a finger into her hole and held her while she gasped and jerked under me.

And I continued to suck on her nipple with my mouth.

I fingered her juicy twat and I was surprised that it felt very small. I could barely get one finger into it, it seemed. But it was small and perfect and filled with pussy cream for me.

I was proud that I was causing such a lesbian feeling in this girl.

I worked my finger in and out of her pussy and then I could not wait any longer. I had to find out what this girl tasted like down there. I had only tasted one other female and I knew that Nancy was sweet and yummy. And I wondered if all girls were sweet and yummy like that. I suspected that they were. But I had to know for certain.

So I took my mouth off Kim's nipple and ran my head down her body, smoothly and quickly.

Then I decided that I could wait for a little longer. I decided that when I looked at Kim's fresh, young, wet feet.

Her toes were long, like little cocks, I found myself thinking, although cocks in themselves had never turned me on.

I wanted to suck on those sweet, long toes, those girlish toes. And I moved down to her feet quickly before she could think about what I was going to do.

When I moved down her body so quickly, Kim did look up, and I could tell when I glanced at her expression that she was wondering what I was going to do. Her legs were stretched wide and she had obviously expected me to suck on her pussy. I grinned at her and then moved down to the bottom of her body as she lay there on the heated concrete. I felt the sun add the same heat to my own, wet body. I felt chilled and hot at the same time and I recognized the feeling. I knew that I was getting turned on, just as I had been so turned on with Nancy so many times there in her white bedroom.

But this was different and better, I thought.

This was a new girl and I was the seducer, and we were also doing it outside, in the sunlight. I felt proud of my lesbianism at that moment and I liked the idea that the sun was looking down on us as we made love and spreading its warmth over our bodies. I liked the idea that we were outside, and I knew that I wanted to make love to a girl sometime out in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nature. This back-yard pool was all right for a starter, but I wanted to be in even more natural surroundings someday with my fresh, young, natural, lesbian love.

I moved my face over her feet and I lay there and sucked on her toes. I started with the big toe of the left foot and slowly moved my way over to her other foot. I sucked the water from those fresh, long toes and I felt powerful when I did that. I felt very natural to be sucking on her toes like that, sucking and being sweet with her. And her toes tasted good, like little sticks of candy in my mouth.

Kim giggled when I did that and then she started to feel the passion of my mouth and she stopped giggling.

She moaned and moved and I saw her move her own fingers down to her cunt.

I knew that her cousin had probably never done this to her, had probably never filled her with such a delicious, candy-like emotion. I knew that I was doing it better than any girl had ever done it to Kim, or any boy too. And I felt my lesbian, girlish pride growing with each second and each moan that the blonde made as she fingered her own sweet, candied pussy.

If her toes tasted like candy, I thought, then her pussy must be the greatest candy of all.

I wanted to make my journey up to her pussy quickly, but I stalled my own emotions and my own needs. I determined that I would not leave her toes until I had sucked each and every one of them.

And then, finally, I was finished with the toes and I was ready to move up and taste that ultimate candy sweetness of a girl. She smiled at me when she saw me coming up and up.

I tried to take my time but the emotions, the girlish needs in my head were too strong. I licked the legs of the girl and the thighs, but I did not want to make the girl wait too long. I did not want to make myself wait that long.

I wanted to get up there and lick out that cunt.

It was as simple as that, I thought, simple and sweet in the afternoon sun.

Kim moaned and tossed there on the concrete as I worked up to her. I could tell that she was already wallowing in the lust that I had given her and I wanted to see her wallow more, wallow until she came with all of the lesbian lust that a cute, little girl like Kim had in her body.

And I moved my face to that blonde-haired patch between her legs and smelled the aroma of wet and excited cunt. It was an aroma much like Nancy's, I thought. It was an aroma that always reminded me of the sea.

And it seemed right that I should think of the sea.

We had just gotten out of the pool and we were lying there beside the water.

In my mind, Kim and I became sea creatures, watery lovers, and I let my fantasy ramble in my head until I thought that Kim and I were floating together there on the sea, floating and loving each other as I put my face to her snatch and licked her pink, quivering pussy lips.

I tasted the sea in Kim, tasted her candied, sea sweetness as it poured out of her cunt and over her pink lips. She floated and tossed on the sea of lesbian lust as I did that. And then I spread her pink lips with my fingers and moved my tongue into her as I lay there between her legs and I felt her rock like a stormy sea as I started to tongue out her cunt.

I was lying with my tits and my stomach on the hot concrete at poolside, but I imagined myself on the sea, floating and tossing like a sailor that was lost but happy to be in his natural element.

I drove my tongue into her pussy and tasted all of the sea that flowed inside Kim.

She jerked under me and moaned. I held her down just as Nancy had held me down with her fluttering touches so many times before on that wide bed. And the sun beat down on us as Kim put her hands on her own tits and squeezed them and moaned to me with a voice that was filled with girlish lust.

"Never like this before, Terri. You are so good. You are great. Lick my cunt, Terri. Never like this before."

And I knew that I was filling up her emptiness just as my own emptiness had been filled for the first time when I had first made love to Nancy, and I felt like some disciple who was spreading a gospel and making a new convert to a fantastic, soul-filling religion.

I tongue out her pussy, driving deep into her honey-pot and working my tongue around in there with a slow, relishing motion. And then I pulled my tongue out. I could tell by the heat that Kim was generating, by the emotion that she was showing that she was climbing that mountain of orgasm quickly and I wanted to suck her when she came down from the lesbian peak.

I struck her throbbing clit with my tongue again and again, and, just as I had often done, she gasped and jerked there in the sunlight as I hit her with such a sexy blow. She spoke to me in murmurs that were quick and filled with lesbian lust.

"God-That feels great-Do it, Kim-Whatever you want to do-Never like this before-Never like this."

And then I knew that she was ready for the final stage in lesbian lust, the one that would take her off that peak and back down into a gentle, rolling sea when her orgasm was completed. I knew that she would feel fulfilled when I was finished with her, fulfilled as she had never been fulfilled before. She sighed as I took her clitoris into my lips and started to suck on it and it seemed to me that that sweet clit was the center of her candied body, her candied, sea-loving soul.

As I sucked on her clit, she tossed back and forth on the sea of lust.

And I held her down so that she would not toss out of my mouth. But I kept my fingers moving. Nancy had shown me that with her own sessions with me. I knew that that fluttering of fingers, the way that a woman's fingers can move over another woman, could give the girl who was coming an even better come. And I wanted Kim to have the best orgasm of all. I wanted her to be the kind of girl that I could return to and satisfy again with my mouth and my tongue. I thought that I could even teach this sexy blonde how to satisfy me, and that would bring us so close. We were already close. V We had already fucked the same man, and we had been left empty by that same handsome young fellow. Now I was going to fill her and make her even closer to me.

I sucked and sucked and sucked on that clit as I kept my fingers moving, touching her stomach and her breasts and her lovely, fresh, watery flesh. I ran my finger into her navel and she jerked with even more delight there at the edge of the pool.

And then Kim came. She came with all the desire in her body that she could muster, all the desire and tempest that I could give her with my lips and my sucking. She came and tossed and cried out as she felt that fulfilling, lesbian orgasm rush through her.

"Oh, God, Terri," she cried, "never like this!"

And I knew that I had made a very close friend, a friend for all the time that I wanted her around me. I kept sucking on her clit and felt powerful, victorious. When she started to ease, I sucked more lightly on the candied flesh of her clitoris. Then she sighed and let go of all her orgasm and lay on that peaceful sea and rested.

I moved off her clit and came up her body quickly and held her and kissed her. She held me too, running her fingers down my back and giving me a thrill there. She rested for a moment in my arms and then she looked at me and smiled.

"And what can I do for you?" she asked. "What can I do to repay you?"

Those questions made my heart leap with joy.

She wanted to repay me for the orgasm that

I had given her.

She was really getting into this experience, this new kind of love, and she wanted to taste more of it.

That was the moment that I knew that I had found someone very sweet and dear to me.

And I thought that I would never be able to find anyone who would be that sweet and dear again.

Of course, at that time, I was still young and very conscious of my social class. I had not experienced the things that my sister gave to me. That would come later and-

But I am getting ahead of myself again. I just seem to want to rush to the end of my story too quickly. I need to learn to pace myself with story-telling, as I learned to pace myself with lesbian love-making.

I read somewhere that detail means everything when you are telling a story. I guess that I should give more details now.

I guess I will detail for you what Kim did for me that afternoon.

We lay next to each other and held each other there at poolside and she asked me what I could do for her and I could not really think of anything at that moment. No, wait. That is not right. I could think of a lot of things that she could do for me, but I did not know which things she would want to do, which things she would feel most comfortable doing. I kept in mind that this was her first real experience with mature and sexy lesbianism, and I did not know just how much that sexy, big-titted blonde was capable of.

But I was soon to find out that she was capable of anything.

When I did not say anything right away, when I just looked at her, she decided to take, the control of the situation into her own hands. She pushed me back on the warm concrete and moved her fingers down my body as I spread my legs.

And she slipped her fingers into my juicy crack as I lay there and looked up at the lovely, blue sky. I moaned when she entered me, when she moved around in my twat. I remembered that she had had some experience and I thought that she probably played this little game with her cousin years before, when she had been too young to really know how to do much else.

As her fingers fluttered in my cunt, her mouth moved over my neck and gave me chills there as she kissed me and held me

And I spoke to her softly, to give her reassurance that she was pleasing me.

"You are very good, Kim," I whispered to her. "You make me feel very good."

"You are so sexy, Terri. I am glad we found each other in this way."

"I am glad that we found each other too," I mumbled and then I lost myself in the feeling that her fingers were giving to my pussy. Two of them were in me, working back and forth and moving softly in me. She was doing a great job at this, I thought.

"My cousin and I used to call this playing sticky-finger," she informed me with a soft voice.

And I laughed a little. It seemed to be the perfect name for such a game, and I wondered why I had not played such a game with any of my little friends years before. Probably, I had known girls who wanted to play with me that way, and I had just not realized it. I felt a little sorry for myself when I thought of all the good times that I had missed out on, but I felt happy when I remembered that I had still found out about lesbianism, about girl-loving, when I was a teen-ager. At least, I had not felt that emptiness until I was thirty or so, as Nancy had had to do.

Nancy.

I felt a little bad when I thought of that blonde woman who had shown me all of this.

Nancy obviously cared for me a great deal, but I reminded myself that I was a teen-ager and that I was too young to really settle down with any woman, even Nancy. And I thought of myself again as a disciple of some new and great religion. I knew that it was not new, but it was still new to me, new enough so that I felt the need to let all of my sexy girlfriends know about how good two girls could make each other feel, how fulfilling this kind of lust could be.

And I wallowed in the feeling that Kim was. giving me at that moment with her fingers.

The feeling grew as I felt her lips move down onto my nipple. My tits heaved as I took a deep breath. My tits were as big as hers and I thought that we made a good pair, like the light and the dark side of some crazy, twin-like lust that we shared for each other. I liked her big tits and her blonde hair and her pink, soft mouth that was now on my nipple, sucking me as she continued to finger out my snatch.

I felt the sea in me begin to toss, and I floated on that sea with girlish pride and lust and emotion.

This was the kind of sea that I wanted to drown in, that I never wanted to leave, I thought.

It was the kind of sea that only came when another girl was with me.

I floated and tossed and felt the spasms of sexual heat build in me as I looked at the blue, open sky. That blueness of the sky became for me the blueness of the sea.

And I was drowning so peacefully in that peaceful emotion that I sighed with all of my lust and told the blonde again just how much she was pleasing me.

"Oh, that is so fucking good, Kim. So fucking good."

And I touched her damp, blonde hair with my fingers, touched her and let her know just how much I appreciated what she was doing for me.

Then I heard a manly voice speak from somewhere very close to us.

"Dykes," the man said. "I should have known it. Dykes."

And I jerked and Kim jerked off me and pulled her fingers out of me and we both looked at the dark-haired, young man who stood there looking down on us.

That was the most frightening moment of my life, for I thought that he would surely tell the whole town what he had seen us doing. I knew that Ralph hated both of us because we had made him feel like less of a man.

And now Ralph had something on us that he could use to work out his hatred.

Now he had seen us together and he knew the dreaded secret that Kim and I shared.

Kim trembled with fear and I held her close and I muttered the words to him.

"Ralph," I said, "we will do anything that you want us to do. Just don't tell."

And the young man grinned with the devil in his eyes and pulled off his T-shirt and slipped out of his shoes.

And, as he stripped, I knew just what he did want us to do. I knew what a boy like Ralph would always want girls to do for him.

CHAPTER THREE

It did not take Ralph long to get naked before us.

But, as he took off his clothes and as I thought about what he wanted us to do, a million jumbled thoughts ran through my head. I resigned myself to fucking him, to doing what I had to do to make Ralph keep my secret. I knew what the girls at Victory High School would do to me and Kim if they found out about our secret little lust for each other. Most of them would never admit that they had feelings for other girls too, although I was sure that the idea had probably crossed the minds of most of my friends. They would throw us out of their social clubs and treat us like outcasts and call us filthy names. Even if I could take that, I thought, I knew that Kim could not and I knew that my parents and Kim's parents would be hurt if they thought that their daughters were not any good any longer, if they thought that their daughters did not belong to the best set any more.

And I thought that Ralph was not all that bad. He was handsome and he had a strong, young, sexy body. And he had been gentle with me that first and only time that we had fucked. Even if he had not fulfilled me, he had not hurt me the way that I had heard that some boys hurt girls when they fucked them, especially if the girls were virgins.

And I did not really need him to fulfill me now, I remembered.

Now I had Kim and Nancy too for that fulfillment, that special lust that worked against my emptiness and left me satisfied.

I could just fuck Ralph again and moan my way through it and make him think that he was very special, a very great fucker of a man, and then he would keep my secret and Kim's secret. I planned it all out very quickly as I watched him strip.

And I also thought that it might be interesting to fuck-him again, to see if I had changed now so that I could be fulfilled by a man. Perhaps I could take a man and like it now that I really knew how it felt to have the emptiness in me filled.

It might not be so bad after all, and it would prove something to Ralph about himself and about us. It would prove to him that we were not just dykes.

So I gently pushed Kim away from me and moved up on my knees and watched as Ralph took off his shorts and stood there in the sun naked. I smiled at him and asked him the sexy question.

"Do you want to start with me, Ralph?" I asked.

But, as I asked that question, I moved my eyes down to his cock.

That thing was meaty and long and looked strangely clean.

That cock had been in my pussy, I remembered, and it had left me filling empty.

But that seemed like a thousand years before. So much about me had changed in the last few weeks.

I found myself actually anxious to experience cock again.

And I wanted especially to experience Ralph's cock. It would make it a perfectly controlled, almost scientific experiment that would teach me a lot about my own emotions.

I would fuck him and see if I liked it now, I determined.

And I hoped that he chose me for his first fuck, for I knew that I was better prepared for it emotionally than Kim was. As I glanced at her, I saw that she was still frightened and had not yet resigned herself to the fucking that she would probably have to take from that cock. At least, she would have to take a fucking, I thought, if I did not fuck him first and fuck him so well that I wore that sexy young man out.

"Do you want to start with me?" I asked again.

He was looking from one girl to the other. I could tell that he was having trouble making up his mind. That devilment that I had seen in his eyes as he had stripped was gone now, and it was replaced by the old, boyish anxiety of a young man who was still not sure that he was quite the man that he was supposed to be.

So I decided to make up his mind for him. I moved toward him on my knees and I touched his cock with my fingers.

He looked down at me and I smiled up at him.

When we had fucked before, I had not played with his cock. He had handled his own root while he sucked on my tit and got himself hard. And I had certainly not thought of doing for him what I was intending to do now. I was going to suck on his cock, I determined, because I knew that men liked that and I wanted to try it out. I had had my mouth on two pussies since that afternoon that Ralph and I had first fucked and I felt that my mouth was more experienced, more ready now.

I looked back at the prick and closed my fingers around it.

I stroked that meat and felt it grow hard in my hand as it began to stand up from his muscular, boyish boy.

And I thought that it could be worse. I looked at his cock and thought that it looked very clean and fresh. And I remembered that I liked freshness. I wondered if Ralph had ever had his cock sucked on before, but I did not want to break the mood of that sunlight moment by asking him. I just hoped that he had not had his cock licked and sucked before. I hoped that this would be as new to him as it was to me.

And, thinking that, I stuck out my tongue and licked the pink head of the hardening prick.

And the way that Ralph reacted to that lick told me what I had wanted to know. He groaned and twitched with such a fury that I knew that he had never had his cock sucked before, had never felt that delicious feeling that I knew that I was giving him at that very moment.

So I licked his prick-head again with a slow movement of my tongue and felt his body tense. I raised my other hand, the one that was not holding his cock, and I ran my fluttering, girlish fingers up the back of his leg and touched his buns as he twitched and tensed himself and moaned.

"Yeah," he growled manfully, "that is what I want."

And Kim asked him the question, wanted him to make his vow to both of us.

"If we do things like this for you this afternoon, Ralph, will you promise not to tell anyone about what you saw us do, Ralph?"

"Oh, God, yes, I promise, Kim. I promise, Terri. Oh, God, yes. Suck that prick, Terri. Put it in your mouth and suck that thing. I have never been sucked before."

Once I knew that, it was easy to work up my girlish courage.

I opened my lips and moved them over the cock and then pressed my mouth tightly around his meat. The dark-haired boy convulsed and I felt his cock quake in my mouth. It got harder and harder as I sucked on it, as I moved my head back and forth on that rod.

If making love to women was the sea, I thought then this was dry land. This was a hike up a mountain peak. And the peak was his cock and I sucked on it and felt the thing throb and grow in me and I felt proud again because I knew that I was doing that to Ralph, turning him on in that way with my good and soft and sucking mouth.

And I liked the idea that I was turning him on and making him feel better about himself that way. I sucked on the cock with all of the relish that I could feel in my girlish body and I touched my own tit as I felt the hard thing jab against the back of my throat.

But I was afraid that Ralph would come in my mouth.

And I knew that I did not want him to do that.

So I took my mouth off his cock and I moved back on that concrete at poolside and I spread my legs and fingered my snatch. I was ready to fuck him then.

My pussy had started to flood with juices when Kim had fingered me there.

And it was quaking now with the pride and the tension and the excitement that I felt as Ralph lowered himself onto the concrete and moved between my legs. I remembered the first time that I had fucked him, and I thought that this time would be much better. It was already much better. I was turned on to this fucking as I had not been to the earlier one.

And, even if it did not fulfill me, even if it did leave me a little empty, I would be able to handle that, I determined. I looked at Kim. She was up on her knees just a few feet away and she was watching me and Ralph with her eyes blazing with sexy interest. I smiled at her to let her know that she was still included in my lustful thoughts, and she smiled back.

Then I turned my attention to Ralph. He was the important one now, I thought.

He was the one that I had to please with my cunt.

If I pleased him and made him feel like a man, I reasoned, he would keep our secret.

And he was a nice boy and I did owe him something for all the harm that I thoughtlessly done to him when I had turned him down on those later dates.

I felt that I owed him a fucking, a good, solid and sexy fucking that would please him even if it did not please me.

Nancy and I had talked about men one time after we had made love and she had told him about things that she had discovered that men liked. She had spoken about it with disgust, but, now, as I watched Ralph move between my legs, I understood why men would want some of those things and I remembered that Nancy had said that men liked it when girls talked dirty to them, said things that you did not normally hear a female say.

So I said those things to Ralph to please him and turn him on even more than he already was.

I fingered my pink snatch and I sighed to him.

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph. Fuck my cunt and make me feel good. I know that you are man enough to make that cunt feel great, Ralph. Fuck me. Tear my pussy open with your cock."

And he grinned and moved closer and I lifted myself up on the warm concrete and I reached out and took his cock gently in my hand and guided him into my warm and sweet cunt.

I felt the cock-tip move into me and I liked the filling that it gave me as it spread my pussy-lips.

And then I let go of the cock and lifted my legs and leaned them against his body and I sighed to him with more truth in my voice, than I had really expected to have.

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph. Show me what it is like now. I want to fuck you now and see how it feels."

And Ralph grinned and leaned forward, pressing my legs back against my body.

And he shoved his cock deep into my snatch.

I squealed when he did that. It was not a gentle movement into me, but I found myself enjoying Ralph's new roughness. I pressed my legs against his body and let him lean forward as my cunt tightened around his cock and as my body tensed as if it were about to break into two sexy parts. I sighed to him with that new feeling that invaded me, just as his cock was invading me.

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph," I moaned. "Fuck my cunt. That feels so good."

And I was not lying, I was surprised to discover.

This fucking did feel good, hard where girl-love was soft, fast where girl-love was slow. But the fucking was very meaningful for me at that moment. As Ralph fucked my hot, teen-aged pussy, as he worked his prick in and out of me with his strength and his hardness, I turned and looked at Kim, who was watching it all with such excitement and desire in her blue eyes. I reached out to her and she came to me and held my hand tightly in hers while Ralph fucked me.

"It feels very good," I moaned to her, knowing that Ralph could hear me too, and knowing that the words would make him feel good and proud of his masculinity. "Ralph fucks like a young god."

And the boy who was ramming me with his organ growled and laughed in a guttural way with his pride.

As the ramming continued, I knew that it was not going to be as fulfilling as girl-love was for me, but I also knew that it did feel better than it had the first time. Ralph had not really changed that much, except that he was a little rougher now. I knew that the real change was in me. Now that I had tasted the fruits of lesbian love, I thought, I felt better about myself and I knew more what to look for in fulfillment. I sighed as Ralph leaned closer to me, bending my legs back against my big tits and I kissed him as he dropped his head between my legs and I worked my pussy onto his cock as I stretched my legs over his body.

"Fuck me, Ralph," I moaned to him after that kiss. "Fuck me and then come all over Kim."

I don't know why I said that. I guess I wanted the blonde who was holding my hand so tightly to understand that she was part of this sexy action too. And I did want to see him shoot his load of man-cream all over the girl's body. It would be like a new kind of sea, a new kind of flood, a molten-lava flood and I wanted Kim to drown in it as I had drowned in the sexiness of her orgasm when I had sucked her to the peak and then sucked her while she came.

I looked at Kim, wondering if she would go along with this new plan in my head.

She smiled at me and took my hand and put it on her tit and I knew that she was going to go along with it.

She wanted to be covered with Ralph's cream when the time came for his great, manly eruption.

Ralph saw me squeeze on Kim's breast and then I thought that I should explain something to him, something that had just come to me very clearly.

"Ralph," I said, "I want you to know that a girl can have fun with boys and girls too. There is nothing wrong with that. Some boys even like to watch two girls do it. Would you like to watch that sometime, Ralph?"

As he fucked me, he did not even pause to think about it. He was a normal, healthy, American lad and he wanted to experience as much as he could. As long as he did not feel left out, I thought, as long as he did not feel like something less than a man, he would go along with anything.

"Sure," he growled. "I would like to watch you two sometime and then fuck both of you."

I giggled and nodded my head. Then I looked at Kim. She nodded her head too.

The blonde would go along with such an idea, because she could see that I was having fun doing it with Ralph, fucking him as his cock ran deep into my snatch. She could see that things were different for me now and she sensed that they would probably be different for her when she next felt Ralph's cock in her juicy, little cunt.

Ralph worked his prick into me, filling me and fulfilling me just a little bit too.

And I thought that it would be fun to perform for Ralph with Kim and then share him with my blonde lover. She would be my major lover, I thought, the one that I enjoyed the most, but a little cock from time to time never hurt any girl, even a girl-loving girl like me.

And I decided to give Ralph a little preview of what lay ahead for all three of us.

I pulled Kim down and kissed her with passion as Ralph fucked my pussy.

"Wow!" he said. "This is great! You girls are great!"

And the kiss was great too. As Ralph fucked me, I opened my mouth and Kim shot her tongue into me, so that I was invaded by both of them at the same time. And that seemed only natural for a girl like me, I thought as I shivered with the sexiness of that moment in the sun.

And then Ralph groaned to me and to Kim with passion deep in his manly throat.

"I am gonna come," he growled. "Gonna come."

And Kim knew what she had to do to get ready. It was her turn to receive something from Ralph at that moment.

The sexy, cuddly, little blonde with the big tits moved down and lay beside me and waited for Ralph to pull his cock out of me and aim it at her. She took a lesson from the way that I had reacted to him and she spoke to him, saying those dirty things that boys like to hear girls say.

"Come on me, Ralph. Come on me with all of your good, hot juices."

And that was all that Ralph needed to get him off.

He yanked his cock out of my snatch and moved quickly to Kim and I reached out and grabbed his cock and stroked it and aimed it at the same time.

And a few seconds later he started to come, started to shoot his goo all over the little blonde.

Kim felt the first bits of warm liquid hit her and she sighed and started to squirm there on the concrete and I continued to stroke Ralph, continued to milk him for all the semen that he had in him.

His cock was like a hose, I thought, and he was spraying his come all over Kim. But he was not putting out a fire in her. He was causing the fire to grow in her with all the come from his big, clean, young fireman's hose.

The stuff landed on her stomach and on her tits and she sighed and churned there on the concrete as the stuff struck her and stayed with her and made her happy with its heat.

And I was happy too as I thought about the way that we had ushered Ralph into our little game and made everything better for both of us and for him too.

He would definitely keep our secret now, I thought, for he had become a part of our secret, our sexy, bi-sexual secret.

When he was dry, his cock began to wither in my hand. I took my hand off that piece of sweet meat and looked down at the come that lay on Kim's body and then I did something that I did not really even think about. I just found myself doing it out of girlish lust and excitement and a spirit of adventure that only comes to teen-aged girls who are still new to sexual things.

I lowered my head over Kim's body and I stuck out my tongue and I started to lick the come off the girl.

I had wanted to know how it tasted, and I was surprised that it was sweet and good tasting.

It was not at all like the juices from a girl's cunt, I thought, not at all like the sea. It was something different, more salty and firm to the tongue. But it tasted good too.

And, even though I knew that I was basically a lesbian, even though I knew that I would never be able to give up the sweetness that girls and women gave to me, I knew that I was happy that I had tried this kind of good sex too.

And Ralph was happy too, amazed at the feverish way that I licked the blonde right there in front of him.

His masculinity was probably growing a thousand feet at that moment, I thought, as he saw how eagerly I licked at his come, his warm fluid.

"Wow!" he said loudly. "This is great! I never thought that I would see anything like that! You girls are wonderful!"

I took my mouth away from Kim's body and looked at Ralph.

I wanted him to reassure both of us that he would not tell anyone about our special lust.

"And you will keep our secret, Ralph? You will for certain?"

"You bet I will," he said with a grin. "Most of the ' kids at school just would not understand how much fun this kind of stuff could be."

And I was glad that he understood that, that he now considered himself more manly and more experienced. As long as he felt that way and as long as Kim and I let him join out little sex parties from time to time, I knew that we had a perfect co-conspirator in Ralph.

Kim raised up as I moved my head away from her and she giggled as she said it.

"Would you like to join us for a swim, Ralph?"

Both Ralph and I knew why the blonde found that suggestion funny.

It was funny because he had already joined us for so much else, so much that pleased all three of us.

"Sure," he said. "I would like that. I need to cool off."

And he was the first one in the pool, jumping up and diving naked into the water and started to swim with boyish glee. Kim joined him there.

But I stood up and waited for a moment. I looked at the sky. The sun was going down, and the day was ending. But, with my new friends, I knew that I would have other days of lust that would be magnificent.

And I knew that I wanted to find other girls just like Kim, girls who liked girls too. I thought about the summer to come and I resolved to find as many girls as possible during those lazy, sexy, summer months.

I would not try to find other guys, I thought.

I had Ralph and he was all that I needed really. He was enough to please that part of me. But the girl-loving part was a bigger part, a deeper cavern, and I would need as many girls as possible to help me find my pleasure there, to keep me sweet and fulfilled during the summer.

"Come on, Terri," Kim chirped. And then she squealed with girlish glee as Ralph touched her tits there in the pool.

And I wanted to join them too.

I dove into the water and felt the coolness wash over me. I swam toward my new friends, my young and lusty lovers.

And Ralph and Kim and I played together in that pool like silly, naked, sexual children.

We had a lot of fun together as the sun went down and the night came upon us.

But that was not the real change in my life. At that time, I was still dealing with people who were wealthy, kids who had money just as

I had money.

I did not become a revolutionary, did not really understand what the people could offer to a girl like me until later that summer, when my sister came home and when Nina-

That is what I will tell you about next, I guess.

I will tell you about my relationship with Nina.

She was the first lower-class girl I ever made love to, and she showed me just how much fire there was down there in those lower classes.

Once I had felt Nina's fire, I could never go back to the rich, even the sexy rich like Kim and Nancy and Ralph.

Once I had felt Nina's fire on my own body, I knew that I had changed forever in a way that would make me an outlaw from my own social class.

CHAPTER FOUR

On the first day of June, my mother and my father left for a month-long trip to Europe. They felt a little bad about leaving me alone in the house, but I assured them that the servants would watch out for me. Two hours after I saw my parents take off at the airport, I paid off the servants and told them to get lost for three weeks. I wanted to be alone and I paid them enough to assure that they would never tell my parents that they had not been around during that whole month of June.

That is the thing about servants. They can certainly lie for you if you pay them enough. They are made that way, I guess.

My sister was due to come home in a week, so I knew that I would have to get most of my fun in during the next seven days, but then I remembered that, even when she did come home, Linda did not hang around the house much. She usually went to St. Louis every few days so that she could hang around the radical cafes and talk about overthrowing the government and things like that.

I had always thought that that was sort of silly. Who would want to overthrow the government in St. Louis? That was the question that kept popping into my head. And it seemed to me that my sister and her friends could turn the whole Midwest into a hotbed of anarchy and no one would really notice it until they went to the barricades in Chicago.

Linda had finished her school year at college a couple of weeks earlier but she had gone to New England to demonstrate against nuclear energy for a little while before she came home to relax for a few weeks.

While she was in New England, I would play right here in Victory, Missouri.

The first evening I had Kim and Ralph over for some fun. The next afternoon Nancy visited me. But then I felt a little lost. I had a whole week to kill and I had already used up all of my lovers. I supposed that I could call up Kim again or Nancy or even Ralph, but I did not want to repeat myself so early in the week.

So I put on my sexiest, summer outfit, a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy top that showed off my tits and I went out in search of a new girl.

I just knew that there had to be another girl out there in Victory who was available.

I walked around downtown, passing my girlfriends on the street and looking into their eyes when they stopped to talk, searching for that glimmer of lesbian lust that I knew now how to recognize. But none of the girls seemed to have it, not even the strange girls, the ones I knew only vaguely. I walked around downtown for almost two hours and they were two hours of frustration for me, frustration in the afternoon heat.

Then, as the afternoon drew to a close, I walked into the five-and-dime store.

And I saw Nina standing there behind the counter.

I said hello to her. I knew her from school. We had taken a couple of classes together and she was very intelligent. But she was also very poor and we had never really talked to each other. I had always been busy with my friends and she had always been busy with hers.

But neither one of us was busy that afternoon. The store was deserted.

And, when Nina looked at me, I saw the glimmer, the interest in her brown eyes.

And I decided that I was interested too.

Nina was' an attractive girl with firm tits and a big, sexy body. Her hair was brown and her lips were pursed as if they were ready for a kiss at any moment. She had a clear, sweet complexion, and, when I looked at her, I wondered why I had never really taken notice of her before.

"Can I help you with something, Terri?" she asked, moving from behind the counter.

"Not really," I said, moving toward her and trying to seem as sexy as possible. "I am just looking around. I thought that I might buy something to amuse myself. My parents are gone and I am all alone in that big house with nothing to do for the next few days."

Her eyes took me in with lust for a moment and then she grinned at me.

"I would give anything to have a few days of rest and peace in my house," she said. "I have six little brothers and sister and they always seem to be making noise and breaking things. And the walls in our house are so thin that I can hear everything. I would give anything for just a few days of privacy."

And the idea came to me quickly, an idea that I put into words without even thinking about it.

"Nina," I said, "do you think that your parents would mind if you stayed with me for a couple of days? I would like to have some company."

And I winked at her and tried to move so that she would know that I wanted more than just company for those few days-and nights.

She ran her eyes over my body and she smiled.

"My parents don't give a fuck what I do," she said solemnly.

"Well, why don't I pick you up later tonight and take you to my house, Nina?"

"Sounds fine with me, Terri," she said, and then she put a little extra something in her tone as she said, "I think that we could have a lot of fun together, if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," I said, putting that little extra something in my tone too. "I think that you will be a lot of fun to have around, Nina."

I bounced out of the store, happy and cheerful after a depressing afternoon.

I did not buy anything in that store, because

I no longer needed to buy something to amuse myself. I knew that Nina would amuse me enough to keep me very happy over the next couple of days.

And that night when I picked her up, she threw her little suitcase in the back seat of my car and she moved close to me in the front seat.

I guess she wanted to make sure that I was really looking for what she was looking for. She touched my thigh with her fingers and grinned at me.

And I became very bold. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth with a soft smack.

Then I started the motor and drove back to my big mansion, the place that would certainly not be lonely on this night, I thought. I drove with care but I hurried. I yearned to be alone there with Nina, the sexy girl from the lower classes.

When we got to my house, she carried her suitcase inside and walked with me up to my bedroom. There were no games to be played. We both knew that we wanted each other and we both knew that it was going to happen that night.

But Nina was a little taken aback by all the surroundings, the plush furniture and the spacious rooms. I remembered that she had told me that she lived in a little house with a big family, and I let her get used to that big house now. I let her notice just how quiet it could be when two girls were alone in a big house, in a bedroom where they would make love together on a summer night.

The air-conditioner hummed in the window of my bedroom and that was the only sound.

Nina looked around and took a deep breath and then she put her little suitcase down.

And then she did something that was so sexy that I could hardly stand it. She turned and took me in her arms and kissed me. I felt overcome by her sexiness and I thought that I would melt there in her arms.

When she let me go, she smiled at me with a sexy move of her lips.

"Do you mind if I take a shower first, Terri?" Nina asked. "We can really work together after that."

"Sure," I said, and I pointed to the private bathroom at the side of my bedroom.

I could tell that such splendor surprised Nina for a moment. She looked at me and she grinned as she asked it.

"You have your own bathroom, Terri?"

I nodded my head and grinned.

"Wow! This is really something!"

She picked up her suitcase and went into that bathroom. In a few minutes, I heard the water running in the shower.

I thought for a minute that I would go in there and shower with Nina and play with her when she was in the bathroom. But then I decided that I did not want to do it that way. I wanted to wait and let her come out of that room naked and clean for me. I did not need a shower anyway. I had taken one before I had gone to pick her up at her house.

So I just took off my clothes and lay down on the bed and waited for her. I heard her moving around in there and singing lightly to herself. I felt strangely noble because I knew that I was giving that poor, sexy girl from the lower classes a chance to wallow in real wealth for a few days. In return, she would make love to me and make me feel good. I looked around the room, and I found myself thinking about how wealthy I really was. I had grown up in this big house with all of this nice furniture. I had grown up getting anything that I wanted in life. I had never really noticed how much I had and did not even use any longer. I felt vaguely guilty when I thought about the kind of life that Nina had to live, stuck there in that little house with no privacy and having to work after school to make a little spending money.

My emotions were a little confused. As haughty as I felt about giving that girl a chance to live in such a house for a few hours, I also felt guilty because I had taken so much for granted.

But I still thought that I was vaguely better than Nina.

I was going to learn very quickly that money does not make for the best sex and that the lower classes offered a style of lust that thrilled me more than any other I had ever felt before.

I listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The water had stopped running and I was sure that Nina was probably drying off her sexy, naked body. But she seemed to be taking a lot of time doing it. I wanted to call out to her, to tell her that she should hurry up. But I said-nothing. I lay there, naked on the bed, and I waited, as I had learned to wait for lesbian love.

And when the door opened and Nina walked into the bedroom, I gasped with surprise.

Oh, she was naked, just as I had thought that she would be, and she was sexy and firm and ready for action, just as I had thought that she would be. But there was something new about her, something that I had never suspected, something that I had never dreamed about. And that new something frightened and thrilled me at the same time.

Nina was wearing a little black belt around her waist and attached to that belt, attached to her body, it seemed, was a long, black cock-like object, bigger than Ralph's cock, bigger than any cock could ever be, I thought. I looked at that long, black thing and I asked her the question in the trembling voice.

"What is that, Nina? What is that thing?"

She grinned at me and approached me and she touched the long, black thing with her fingers as she answered my nervous question.

"This, my dear, rich girl, is a dildo," she said.

She moved close to my bed and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking a bit like some kind of strange, stud man.

"Just as I thought," she said. "Just as I suspected. You have never seen one before, right, Terri?"

I shook my head, but I kept my eyes on the black thing.

"Rich, little bitches like you don't usually even think about this kind of stuff. They like to have their little pussies sucked and that is about all. But dildoes are nice, Terri. I can tell you that. Every night, when I can't find some cock to fuck, I jab this thing up me and I come like Crazy, thinking that it is a cock that is fucking me. But it is even better than a cock, Terri, because it is always hard when you need it. And it is bigger than any cock that I have ever had. And, believe me, I have had quite a few."

I gulped. I knew what she planned to do with that dildo and I did not really mind her doing it. But I was frightened. The thing was so big, and I wondered why she had started to call me a bitch, a rich bitch. She seemed angry with me for some reason that I could not figure out.

But Nina just stood there and explained some more things about her life in the lower class.

"Terri," she said, "I have fucked a lot of cocks and I have made it with a lot of cunts too. That is about the only thing we have done there for pleasure. Fucking and sucking and an occasional trip to the movies, if we are lucky."

She looked around the room again and she seemed to aim her anger at that big, comfortable, quiet bedroom.

"We don't have places like this," she said. "I have to be very quiet when I use my dildo at night because I don't want to be discovered. And we have to make love in cars and in pastures because we don't have big, comfortable places like this. We are not at all like you rich bitches up here on the hill. But I think that we have a lot of fun that you girls don't have, because we are too poor to really care that much. We are more free. We don't have to think about what all the socially conscious people would say. Even if a girl gets pregnant on my side of town, it is no big deal. There have been dozens of pregnant girls there before and there will be dozens more before this fucking town burns to the ground."

And then I understood her anger, and I understood why she had come to stay with me and make love to me.

I understood that this was Nina's way of getting back at all of us up here on the hill.

And I felt that I deserved her anger. After all, I had ignored this sexy girl for years, and I knew in my heart that I only invited her to come to stay with me because I was so desperately in need of a new lover. I sighed and surrendered to her lower-class wrath.

"You are right, Nina," I said softly. "I am a rich bitch."

I thought of my girlish pride, the way that I had felt when I had thought that I was doing Nina a favor by letting her stay here in this house. I realized now that she was going to do me a favor by making love to me with all of her lower-class know-how. And she would be doing me a special favor by fucking me with a big, black dildo.

"Nina," I moaned as I felt my cunt begin to throb with need, "fuck me, Nina."

"Dog-style, rich bitch. I am going to put it to you dog-style," she said, but the wrath was gone from her voice.

I could tell that, now that I had surrendered to her and admitted that she was right, there would be more lust in this sex session than anger for Nina. I could tell that she was going to enjoy this too.

And I turned over and moved up on my hands and knees and spread my legs and offered her my pussy.

I backed to the edge of the bed so that Nina could fuck me standing up.

"I am a rich bitch," I admitted again, to give her an extra thrill and to give me a thrill of sexy truth too, "and I deserve to be fucked hard by you, Nina. Fuck my pussy, Nina. Fuck my rich, bitch pussy, you beautiful girl."

And I heard her laugh behind me and then I felt the coldness of that hard dildo on the wet lips of my pussy. My cunt convulsed with desire when I felt that and I moaned and spread my legs further apart so that that big thing could go into me.

This was going to be different from fucking a man, I thought. No man could be that hard and that cold and that big, and this cock was attached to a female, a lower-class girl who was going to fuck me with all of the lower-class anger in her system. I wanted her to do that. I wanted to learn from her just what those classes down below my on the social ladder had to offer. I suspected that they offered quite a bit.

"Rich bitch," Nina hissed, and then she slammed the cock into me.

The thing rammed into me and made me gasp with sexy pain.

I do not know how much I took, but the black cock filled me up as no cock had ever filled me up before.

And I rocked on that bed and started to fuck it as Nina continued to talk to me. She fucked me and hissed at me and I liked the fact that she talked. I not only liked the truth of what she said, but I also liked her girlish, angry voice. It reminded me that I was not being fucked by any man. I was being fucked by a poor girl with a rich, black, big dildo, something that she had bought with her savings, something that she had that I had never had.

But I had it now. I had it deep in my quaking pussy as she fucked me.

"Rich slut," Nina hissed. "You think that you are better than me because you have money, but you are not. I am fucking .you, rich bitch. I am fucking your sexy, little cunt and I am making you like it. You are not fucking me. You are not the one in control, rich bitch, and no amount of money could put you in control of me right now."

"Yes," I sighed, almost crying with the pain and the pleasure that the dildo was giving me, "I am a rich bitch. Fuck my rich cunt. Oh, yes, Nina, fuck me."

And my pussy felt like it was being ripped into pieces. And I wanted that.

I wanted my rich, bitch pussy ripped up if that is what Nina wanted. I sighed and fucked that dildo and cried out in my passion.

"God! Fuck that cunt! Fuck that bitch cunt! God, I will never be a rich bitch again!"

And I guess that that is when the change really occurred in my system. I guess that that was when I first became a revolutionary. Although I did not know it at the time, I lost my rich-bitch attitude at that moment, when that black dildo gave me that great orgasm that rushed through me like a flood and when that girl from the lower classes hissed out her final curse at my retreating, rich-bitch personality.

"Fucking rich cunt! Take that, you rich, fucking pussy!"

And that dildo cleansed me of my rich-bitch attitude as the water in the shower had cleansed sweet and loving Nina.

I growled and heaved when I came. I had never come like that before, with such emotion and such reality in my system. Nina could tell that I was coming and she worked that dildo back and forth in me as I whimpered and cried and cleansed myself of all that rich-bitch pride.

Then she pulled the dildo out of me and I dropped onto the bed and turned over just in time to see her take the thing off.

I reached out my hands and she knew what I wanted. She lay down next to me and handed me the big, black dildo, strap and all.

I kissed that dildo thankfully and licked my own juices off the big, black thing.

Then Nina took me in her arms and kissed me with soft passion. She was not angry at me then. She just wanted to hold me close and feel me.

And I was soft in her arms. Tears were still in my eyes.

"Thank you, Nina," I said. "I needed that. I needed that to become real."

I put the dildo on the pillow and moved close to her there in the middle of that big bed and we held each other like lovers should.

I put my hands on her firm tits and massaged them and then I moved down and started to lick Nina's sweet, clean skin. I tasted the new sweat on her sexy body, the sweat that had come from her while she had been working diligently, fucking the bitchiness out of my cunt.

And that sweat was sweet to my tongue, sweet and clean-tasting too.

"You have such a beautiful body," I said, "so strong and clean and good."

"You have a sexy body too, Terri," the girl said.

And I knew that I did, especially now, especially now that my rich-bitch attitude was gone. I felt that I had never been sexier or softer or more loving as I started to lick and suck on Nina's pink and tasty nipple.

I would eat out her pussy and make her come, I decided, and then I would let her use that dildo on me again if she wanted to. I would do anything that Nina wanted me to do. I would become her slave, her sexual servant, for the next couple of days.

And that way I would repay her and all of her kind for what I had thought about them, for the years that I had ignored them.

As I sucked on her nipple, I thought of my sister, the rebel, Linda.

And I wondered if Linda felt the same way that I felt at that moment.

If she did, I wondered how she had come to her conclusions about the people and about the radical movement. I wondered if she had come to those conclusions with a black dildo shoved up her cunt, with a lower-class girl riding her and fucking her with anger and with zeal.

And I knew that I had to figure out a way to work my sister into this, to tell my sister just what I felt and how I had learned these new things.

I wanted my sister to understand me, and I wanted her to join me if she could.

My sister was very sexy and very pretty.

But then I stopped thinking about Linda and concentrated on Nina, on the girl who had shown me so much about life in that bedroom in the last few minutes. I had to repay Nina for what she had done for me. I knew that.

And, as Nina lay back on the bed and spread her legs, I knew that I would repay her in the sweetest way that I knew how.

Slowly, steadily, I worked my way down her clean, firm body, kissing her and feeling her and wanting her to enjoy every second of this pleasure that I offered to her with my lips and my tongue.

I worked down toward that sweet cunt and, before I took my first lap at that juicy hole, I looked at that black, shining dildo that lay on the white pillow on my bed, and I thanked it too, silently. I thanked it for what it had done for me.

Then I pressed my face to Nina's cunt to give her the kind of thanks that only a girl could give. I moved my tongue into her hole and felt her jerk and knew that she accepted me as only a girl could accept another girl.

And then I heard her moan and I knew that

I was not a rich bitch any longer, not now, not after what she had done for me and what I was doing for her.

"Terri," she sighed, "that tongue is so sweet. Work it around. That feels so nice and peaceful, Terri."

And I licked her out with passion and with thanks.

She had cured me of my bitchiness and now I would give her my passion and my slave-like devotion for the next couple of days. We would out everything together, and we would be the best lovers in the whole world.

My tongue went deep into her lower-class sweetness and my head seemed to explode with gratitude and lust for her, a combination that could not be beat.

CHAPTER FIVE

I wanted to pay for my upper class sins in every way that I could.

And I owed Nina so much for the pleasure that she had given me.

You see, I had never been to bed with a woman who was so wild and so demanding, with a female who seemed to give and take so much. She wore me out but had me begging for more. Even when I was completely exhausted, I wanted more and more from her, and I did not care what she did to me, anything for pleasure, anything to pay for all of my high-class bitchiness. I wanted to make sure that all of that was gone from me by the time that my period with Nina was over.

At least I got to sleep during the eight hours every day when she was at work.

I have no idea at all when Nina got to sleep. She just seemed to go on anger and lust and energy sources that I could not even begin to understand.

But I knew that she would always be ready when I was ready and I knew that she would come up with more and better ways to hurt me and abuse me and then love that abuse away.

I was so happy that I had found her that I could hardly stand it.

About midnight on the third day of her stay with me, she discovered with me the ultimate and she made me pay more than she had ever made me pay before.

She found the ropes somewhere in the house and she brought them into the bedroom and she tied me up there. And then she went into my parents' bedroom and she found one of my father's heavy, leather belts, one of the belts that were very expensive and that smelled so good and felt so cool when you handled them.

But the belt was not cool on my body, not at all.

I lay on the bed with my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together and I suffered under the blows that she gave me, the blows that knocked even more of that rich-bitch attitude out of me.

And I suffered all of it quietly, tensing my body and wincing under the pain that she gave me.

But I did not want to cry out. I did not want to say anything.

I wanted to listen to the curses that she gave me with each and every blow of the belt.

"You fucking, wealthy cunt. You no-good, rich piece of trash. You think that you are better than I am, but you are not, you worthless piece of upper-class shit."

And every word was like poetry to my ears, and the pain was like the ultimate love.

I knew that Nina was doing this for my own good.

I knew that she was giving me this pain so that I would be a better person when it was over, and I knew that she would love away that pain when she was finished with her beating and cursing, when she was finished with her cleansing of me.

I toss on the big bed in my ropes and I finally had to cry out to her.

"Oh, Nina," I cried, "beat me! Beat me and then fuck me with that dildo! I want that dildo up my pussy!"

I looked at her and I saw her grin when I said that.

She would certainly do what I told her to do, for I knew that she would enjoy it just as much as I did. I knew that this action cleansed Nina too, in some special, lower-class way. It let her work out all the anger that she had felt throughout the years when girls such as I was snubbed her in school.

She was very intelligent and she was very sexy.

But she had had to suffer, knowing that the girls on the hill did not want to deal with her, knowing that the boys on the hill only wanted to sneak down and pick her up and fuck her. She had told me about those boys and she had told me about how some of them had been very brutal with her and she said that they would fuck her and then go back up on the hill and not even speak to her when they passed her in school the next day.

It made Nina hate those boys, and, when I heard her story, I hated those boys too.

The sexy girl slammed the belt down on me again and again and cried out to me in her righteous and right-thinking wrath.

"You fucking, rich slut. You will never be the girl that I am. I am better than you will ever be, you. fucking, rich piece of shit. You rich bitch. You whore with your nose in the air. You slimy nothing."

And then she stopped beating me and dropped the belt and I lay there, wallowing in the heat that that beating had given me, my mind aflame with lust and passion for this girl. I was still tied up, and that bothered me because I wanted to reach out to Nina and tell her just how much I appreciated what she had done for me.

I wanted to hold her in my arms, but I could not do that.

The lower-class girl dropped onto the bed next to me and touched my heated flesh with her finger. She ran that finger up my thigh as I lay there on my side, bound and ready for anything.

When I saw Nina reached down and pick up the black dildo, I knew that she was going to give me what I had asked for. I knew that she was going to give me what I deserved.

She reached over and put the dildo down right in front of my face so that I could concentrate on it, center my vision and my energies on that black, big thing. Then, as I looked at the dildo, I felt her untying the ropes that held my feet together.

I sighed when she released me that way.

But I did not take my eyes off that big, black dildo.

I knew that that was going to be very important to me in the minutes to come, that that dildo was going to continue the process of cleansing that Nina had started on me 'With my father's belt.

When my legs were untied, I lifted one of them up and held it up there with my body tensed.

Nina moved behind me and I knew that she was studying the pink slash of pussy that I offered to her.

I sighed as I felt her finger run over that slash and I felt my pussy quiver with delight and lust for this girl who had cleansed me so well.

I already knew that this was going to be the last night that we would spend together for a little while.

Tomorrow, after work, Nina planned to return to her family and I was going to get ready for my sister's arrival in a day or two. Then, after I had worked some things out with Linda, after I had discovered just what my sister liked and whether she really minded if Nina and I stayed together, the poor girl was going to move back into the house.

That is the way we planned it.

If Linda did not mind or, even better, if Linda wanted to join us, Nina would stay with me and tame me for the whole month that my parents were in Europe.

I knew that I needed a whole month of training from her.

I knew that because, every day when Nina was at work, I would wake up in the afternoon and I would feel that old rich-bitch attitude coming back to me, working in me and making me hard to Nina and girls like her again. I needed to be trained so well, I thought, that I would never be haunted by that bitchiness of my past again.

And I figured that a month with Nina would do it for me.

At least, I hoped that it would cleanse me completely and make me a better person, a more caring lover, a better girl for Nina and her kind.

You see, I wanted to try out more lower-class girls and Nina assured me that, when I was ready, she would introduce me to some girls from her section of town, girls who were just like Nina, fiery and ready for anything, girls that she had been to bed with. She assured me that, when my bitchiness was completely gone, those girls from that part of town would welcome me with opened arms and keep me coming all night long.

I wanted those kind of experiences for certain. I knew that I loved it with Nina. If there were other girls like her in Victory, Missouri, I thought, I certainly wanted to taste them all.

So I was preparing for those other girls by suffering under Nina's blows.

And now I was suffering with the sweetness of her touch on my pink, sweet pussy. It was already wet. The beatings and the humiliation that I suffered under Nina always got me wet with lust for her and that dildo. She knew that I was ready for that dildo now.

And she kissed my cheek with kindness and whispered to me.

"You will be ready soon, Terri," she said. "You will be ready soon to take on every girl in this whole, fucking town."

And then she reached over me and picked up the dildo.

I shivered because I knew that that dildo would soon be in my cunt, just where I wanted it to be.

"Fuck me, Nina," I sighed to her. "Fuck me with that thing and make me feel good."

And I held my leg up in the air as the tension ran through my body.

Nina, like a good, sweet girl-lover, made me wait just a little while for my fucking. "

She moved the tip of that cold dildo down my back.

I shivered with the desire that that touch put into me. When the thing got to the lower part of my back, I felt as if I were about to come right then. The cold touch thrilled me that much.

But I held my leg up and waited for the real fucking. I even held my leg up as Nina moved that dildo through the crack in my wealthy, sexy ass. I sobbed with sexual excitement as she did that and told her how much I wanted this fucking.

"Nina, please fuck me," I begged. "Nina, I need it. Nina, I love you."

I had not expected to say those last words to her at all.

But, now that they were out, now that I had proclaimed my love for her, I was glad that I had said them and I knew that the words were true. I did love Nina more than I had ever loved any other woman, more than I had ever loved myself.

I would have died for her at that moment, and I knew that that feeling of complete and ready sacrifice was a sign of true and passionate love.

And, when I proclaimed my love, it seemed to make Nina happy too.

She kissed my face and my hair as I lay there, with my hands still tied and my back to her and leg still raised high so that she could fuck me with that dildo.

She kissed me and I could feel the hot, saltiness of her tears on my face. She was crying! She was actually crying!

"Oh, Terri," she moaned, sobbing out the words as I had sobbed out mine, "I love you too. I love you so much that I can hardly stand it."

And then everything was soft and warm between us, for there was love in that room, great love that neither of us could really understand. But we both felt it. We felt it deep in our hearts. I had never loved like this before and I had never expected to find that love in a woman, especially a lower-class woman.

But, now that I had that love, I did not want to let it go.

And I wanted to consummate it in some way.

So I sighed to Nina again, sighed and sobbed as I spoke the words to her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me with that dildo and show me just how much you love me."

And the girl from the lower class did exactly as I told her to do. She slipped the dildo into my wet cunt easily and started to fuck me as I held my leg high.

The wrath of Nina was gone, but there was something there that was even better.

There was love in that fucking now, love that she offered me and that I accepted, just as I accepted that dildo up my heaving, lusting, juicy cunt.

As she fucked me, she moved close to me. I could feel her move against my hands, which were still tied behind my back. She kissed my face with soft, wet kisses and she kissed my dark hair too. I turned my head as she worked on me that way and offered her my lips. She kissed them greedily.

And I opened my mouth to her tongue, opened my mouth to her love.

Her tongue went into me just as her dildo was going deep into my pussy. Her tongue was lively in me just as the dildo was lively in my cunt.

That, I think, was the greatest instant of my life, to be kissed and fucked by the woman that I loved so much. My pussy heaved with excitement and lust and love for her and she worked on my cunt steadily, fucking me and tonguing me as I started to come.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and I announced my passion to her in a voice that was hoarse. I realized that I did not sound at all like a spoiled, rich, young bitch at that moment.

"Fuck me, Nina. I love you. I am going to come."

And, when she heard that, she worked the thing into me with greater speed and urgency.

I felt the orgasm coming and I started to move on that bed with all of the desire that I felt in my body. I moved with love for Nina in my heart.

And I came. I came with a softness and a sexiness that I had never experienced before. And, as I came, I said it again.

"I love you, Nina. You have conquered the rich bitch in me, and I love you."

And then I heard another voice, heard that voice speak to me as Nina slowly pulled the big, black dildo out of my snatch.

"Well," that voice said, "it is about time someone conquered that rich bitch in you, Terri."

Nina and I looked toward the door at the same instant and, when I saw her I smiled.

She had come back early from her anti-nuclear rally in New England.

And she looked very pleased with me as she leaned on the door in her jeans and her blue workshirt.

I could think of no better way to let my sister know about the truths that I had found in my body and my spirit. I could think of no better way to show her just how much I had changed in the last few weeks.

So I grinned at her and I spoke to her with a cheerful girlishness.

"Hi, Linda. I did not expect you back so soon. This is Nina and I love you."

Linda smiled and I knew that such lesbian love was all right with her. When I saw that smile, I thought of the best way in the world that I could welcome my older sister home.

"Would you like to join us, Linda? Would you like to make love to us?"

I looked at Nina and I could tell by the way that she was staring at my sister that that girl would not mind if Linda joined us. I remembered what Nina had said about girls from the lower classes, that they were ready for anything and everything, and I knew that Nina was ready for Linda if Linda was ready for her.

My older sister just started to unbutton her shirt, and I knew that she was going to join us in our lesbian love. I spoke to Nina quickly.

"Untie my hands," I said, stilling looking at Linda. "I want to be wide open for my loving, big sister."

And Nina laughed and started to untie my hands so that I could welcome Linda to that bed with opened arms.

CHAPTER SIX

Linda's hair was long and dark and she was slim and sexy like a model. In fact, some photographer in St. Louis had once offered her a job as a model, but she had told him that she did not want to be used to sell products created by big business to dupe the lower classes into materialism.

Her lips were bright red and wide and her eyes were black and flashing.

I had never really noticed before then just how sexy my sister was. She had always seem so crazy in her radical ways, so into herself and her own politics. But, now that I had tasted the love of Nina, now. that I no longer had that rich bitch attitude, I knew that my sister was right more times than she was wrong. I knew that the lower classes did have more to offer than the people that my parents dealt with, that the girls and boys who went to parties and talked about how much money they were going to make when they got out of school and how many cars they were going to own and things like that.

Nina had taught me a lot and I wanted Linda to find out just what I had learned.

As Linda continued to take off her clothes, I wondered about my sister, and I asked her about her own sexual experiences. I assumed that she had done things with girls before. She had been too quick to agree to my suggestion, but I wanted to know about them.

"How long have you been making it with girls, Linda?" I asked, rubbing her wrists with my hands quickly to get the blood circulating in them now that Nina had untied them.

"About a year or so," Linda said calmly. "I made it with my first chick when I was a freshman at the university. I met a girl who was very radical and very beautiful and she told me that a girl could not really be for the people unless she had tried it all, unless she had tasted a girl's cunt too."

"So you did?" I asked.

"I wanted to be for the people," Linda said.

By that point, she was naked, as Nina and I were naked. She stood there and held out her arms and turned around so that we could see all of her nude body.

I looked at the way that Nina was staring at her and I knew that that girl was one part of the people who wanted Linda to be for her and with her at that moment.

I loved Nina and I was surprised that I was not jealous of my sister and the way that my lower-class lover reacted to her. I thought about that for a few seconds and I realized that Nina and I would always be special to each other and that sharing this naked, sexy college girl would make us even more special to each other, even more loving and good for each other. And the college girl was my sister. That would make the sharing even kinkier and lovelier, I thought.

It was just the way that I wanted it to be.

As Linda approached the bed, Nina and I moved and let the thin, dark-haired girl move between us. Linda actually giggled as she crawled over Nina and moved to lie between us. I realized then that I had not heard my sister giggle for years.

Nina and I lay on our sides and looked at my sister.

And she looked at both of us and grinned.

But neither of us touched her for a second. I knew that Nina was waiting for me to touch her first. I knew that that girl of the lower class thought that I deserved that first delicious thrill because, after all, she was my sister, not hers.

I grinned at Nina and lowered my face to Linda's and kissed her wide, red lips with my own, the lips that were so much like Linda's. Her mouth was cool and she opened it quickly and I moved my tongue deep into her as I felt her hand touch my shoulder in a cool and sisterly way.

"Wow!" Nina said. "Sisters. Fucking sisters."

When the kiss was over, I looked up at Nina, beaming with happiness.

"That is right," I said. "Fucking sisters and sucking sisters now, right, Linda?"

"Right, little sister," the college girl said.

And then she giggled again, giggled with glee.

And I giggled too because my sister and I had become so close in such a short period of time.

It seemed like everything was working out for both of us. It seemed like everything was turning into lust right before my eyes. I nodded to Nina and she knew what I wanted her to do.

As I moved away from Linda, Nina moved closer to her and she lowered her face to my sister's pretty face and she kissed the college girl too. That kiss was filled with passion and Linda reacted to it with warmth. She lifted her thin arms up and put them around Nina and held the heavier working-class girl close to her.

When the kiss was over, Linda turned to me and grinned.

"Terri," she said, "you can certainly pick them. This girl is sexiness personified."

"I remember you," Nina told my sister.

"What?" Linda asked.

"I remember seeing you in school. You were ahead of me and you were very rich, but you seemed different than the other rich girls. You always said hello when you passed me in the hall and that used to make me feel very good. You did not have to say hello and be friendly, but you were, even then."

And I felt proud of my sister and wished that I had been more like her earlier in my life. If I had said hello to Nina in the hallway, we might have started this wonderful, cleansing affair earlier, I thought.

But then I realized that it was all right, that I had found Nina at just the right time in both of our lives, that she had given me what I needed and I had given her what she needed in a special way. And now we were going to share my sister, and that was right too. Everything was going along with perfect timing, I thought.

And now, sharing, we were going to have the best time possible.

Both Nina and I moved at the same time and started to work on my sexy, older sister.

Linda sighed and put her arms out and held both of us close to her.

I kissed my sister's red lips while Nina started to work on one of her pink, firm nipples.

I kissed Linda's face and then I noticed the hair under her arms. I ran my finger through it.

"I am glad you don't shave there," I said to the college girl.

"It is bourgeoisie to do that," my sister told me.

And I determined to let my hair grow there too. I wanted to be just like Linda.

I lifted my sister's arm and pressed my nose to the dark hair that grew there.

It was aromatic with sexy sweat and the hair was soft. I kissed it softly.

Then I kissed her face again and glanced down at Nina and watched as, the girl sucked on Linda's tit.

Nina would suck for a few seconds and then would let the nipple out of her lips and she would lick it with great feeling. Linda sighed as Nina did that and I was happy. I knew that my sister was experiencing the pleasure that Nina could give a girl.

I moved away from my sister's face and started to work my way down her body.

I was thinking that she was my sister and that, for that reason, I deserved the first taste of her sweet, dark-haired pussy, just as I had deserved that first kiss.

I knew that Nina would understand that and accept it.

I moved down Linda's sleek body and moved past Nina's head as the lower-class girl continued to suck on my sister's nipple. I saw Linda run her fingers through Nina's soft, brown hair and I moved down to my sister's heaving, thin stomach.

Running my tongue into her navel, I felt her jerk and I knew that I had given her a special, sisterly thrill with that movement of my tongue. But I also knew that the great thrill, the ultimate thrill, was yet to come. I knew that my sister would enjoy seeing how mature I and radical I had become and I knew that I I would enjoy tasting the sweetness that was I part of my own family, that was much like my own sweetness because it belonged to my sister.

As I moved toward Linda's dark-haired pussy, I thought about the closeness that I felt for that cunt.

Both this girl and I had come from the same womb, had been products of the same male seed.

We looked very much alike, and now we were going to be lovers as only sisters could be.

I moved between her firm, sexy legs and put my face against the dark hair that grew over her snatch and I licked that hair. Then I glanced up and saw that Nina had stopped sucking on Linda's tit and that both my lower-class lover and my sexy, model-thin sister were looking down on me.

Nina said it again with even more feeling and surprise this time.

"Wow! Fucking, sucking sisters! It is too good to be true!"

And I felt the same way, I realized. It was too good to be true.

But it was true. This was my sister and I was about to lick out her pussy and taste her sweetness. I knew that the experience would be great, almost mind-boggling for me. And I knew that it would be as close as two sexy sisters could get.

I lowered my face to her snatch as Linda raised her hips. up. I kissed the pink lips of her pussy and felt my sister sigh. Then I looked up again and saw that Nina had returned to work diligently on her tits and her face, kissing and sucking and making Linda feel good up there as I made her feel good down here, on her cunt, on her snatch, on her yummy, sisterly jelly-jar.

I moved my tongue slowly over those pulsing pussy lips.

And Linda heaved with the licking that I was giving her.

I ran my tongue around her pink folds and tasted the juices that flowed there, seeped out of the love-hole.

And my sister moaned to me with a voice soft and sexy.

"Put your tongue in, Terri. Lick out my box. Please."

And I liked her begging. I remembered the times that I had begged Nina to fuck me and suck me and do things to me that made my love grow. Now my sister was begging me and it seemed only right that I should give her want she wanted-

Especially since I wanted it so much too, especially since I wanted to find out just what that cunt would taste like.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and I sniffed the aroma that came from deep inside her and thought of the sea again.

It was my sister, the sea, I thought. My sister was the sea on which I would float.

I was ready for that sea now. I had learned to swim on other seas that were not so close to home and now I would swim in my sister and make her toss under me and make her happy with lesbian love.

I looked up at Nina again and saw my lower-class lover work her tongue around that pink nipple of my sister.

Then I rammed my tongue deep into Linda's honey-pot and tasted the sea that was in her.

That sea filled my head and made me float on love, all the love that I felt for her.

I worked my tongue deep into Linda and ran it around in there, touching all the parts of her inner being, touching her with love and lust and sisterly affection that was more than most sisters could give.

And Linda responded to that affection with a heaving and a sighing. I held her down with my own soft touches and gave her what she really needed to be alive, I thought. She was my sister and she deserved this licking.

And I heard her moan to Nina, to the girl who worked on the top of her body.

"She feels so good in there," Linda sighed. "Terri really knows how to please a girl."

And I was again proud, but not proud like a rich bitch.

I was proud because I was a sister who could please her sister so fucking well.

Licking out her cunt and giving her what she wanted, I knew that I was doing things correctly for the first time in my life.

I knew that the rich-bitch part of me was dead, had been beaten out of me and loved out of me by Nina.

And, without that part of me deep inside me, I knew that I was good enough to be Linda's loving, passionate, little sister. I knew that I was good enough to please her as she deserved to be pleasured.

I pulled my tongue out her cunt and I raised my face a little bit just in time to see Linda grab at Nina and kiss her passionately, with a mad, lusting force.

And I knew just how to add to that lusting force in my sister.

I added to it by sucking her throbbing, sweet clitoris into my mouth and tasting that candied flesh. I sucked on it and my sister sighed with emotion and kissed Nina even more intently.

Sucking on the clitoris with a steady rhythm, I could watch the way that Linda turned on.

I felt myself turning on just seeing her own joy and knowing that Nina and I were giving it to her.

And I knew that I was the main part of Linda's joy.

I knew that I was the one who was sucking on her clit and giving her the real heat. Nina was just helping me, as a good lover should.

It was great, I thought. It was the best thing that a little sister could do for the girl who was so much like her anyway.

Linda began to bounce on the bed and I knew that her orgasm was near. Nina held her down on top by licking and kissing on her firm, excited tits, and I ran my fingers over her thighs and stomach and held her down as I sucked on her clitoris.

I sucked and held her down and Linda cried out in her lust.

"Oh, God, I am the center! I feel like I am the center of the fucking universe!"

And she was the center. She was having two sexy, teen-aged girls-one of them her sister-working on her with delight. She was feeling all the passion that two girls could give her..

And I was proud that I had given my sister that passion, that wonderful orgasmic passion.

Linda groaned and came with all the heat in her body.

Then, after a few seconds, my sister lay still there on the bed.

And I moved up to her and kissed her mouth and then Nina kissed her too.

We lay on either side of Linda and rested with her.

But, in a few seconds, Linda did not want to rest any longer. She wanted to talk and tell Nina and me how much she appreciated what we had done for her.

"This was the best, girls," she moaned. "This was the best that I have ever had in my life. I want to thank both of you."

And then she spoke to me alone and expressed her gratitude in a sisterly voice.

"Especially, I want to thank you, Terri. You have certainly learned a lot in the last year."

"I have learned in all in the last few weeks," I told her.

"Only a few weeks? That is magnificent, Terri."

Linda closed her eyes and talked to Nina and me softly, as if she were talking in her sleep.

"I just got back from New England, and I had some fun demonstrating there, although I know that it will not do any good. They are going to build that nuclear power plant and one day they will have a melt-down there and all of New England will go up in a nuclear blast. But there is nothing that we can do really. The government and industry and all the rich people of the world are determined to soil their own nest, to destroy what nature has created. They will not be satisfied until all of civilization is gone, I think."

I was rather sad 'to think of all civilization being destroyed by government and industry and wealthy people and I hated all of those people who wanted to destroy things that nature had given them.

I guess I was becoming more and more radical now that my sister was there with me.

I looked at Nina and my sadness grew because I knew that girls like Nina would never want to destroy anything.

They just wanted to live and have fun, and I wondered why everyone could not be like Nina.

Then I looked down at Linda and I saw that she was not sad at all.

She had just been talking about civilization being destroyed, but she was actually smiling up at me.

"In New England," she said, "I made love to a sweet, little demonstrator who reminded me a lot of you, Terri. She was only sixteen but she was already fighting the big powers of the country. She was going to go to Boston University when she graduated high school, she told me. She was going to major in environmental studies."

And, suddenly, I wanted to major in environmental studies too, if that would make Linda even more proud of me than she already was.

But I wanted to know one more thing about that Boston teen-ager that my sister had met.

"Was she good with you?" I asked Linda, touching my sister's face with my fingers. "Did she make you come and feel good, Linda?"

"Yes," my sister admitted, "but, even with her, I never came as I just came."

She looked at Nina and at me and grinned and we knew that we were very special to this college girl.

Then Linda moved off the bed, slithering over the Nina. She stood naked in my bedroom and she held her arms out and grinned.

"I want to thank both of you in a very special way," she said, "and I just now figured out how to do it."

Nina and I said up and beamed at each other and then looked at her. We wanted to be pleased by this college girl and we knew that we would go along with any sexy plan that she had in her college-girl mind.

"What time is it?" Linda asked quickly.

I looked at the little clock that set on the table next to my bed, and I told her.

"It is one-thirty in the morning."

"Good. Terri, when father left, did he leave the keys to the bank here in the house?"

"Yes," I said. "He always leaves his set of the keys here when he goes on vacation. You know that, Linda."

"Where are they?"

"In his desk down in his study. Why, Linda?"

"Because, girls," Linda announced proudly. "I have thought of the perfect Way to thank the two of you for the orgasm, that you gave me. I am going to give you two orgasm too. And I am going to do it in the bank, in my father's bank."

Nina started to giggle, but I was lost. I did not know why we had to do it in a bank.

I would have settled for an orgasm right here in my bedroom, I thought.

"Don't you understand, Terri?" Linda asked. "The bank is the most consecrated place in modern society. It is almost like a church to people like Father and Mother. We are going to go down to that bank and suck pussy there and that will probably be the only time that anyone ever came there in the bank."

I went along with it. The idea seemed to thrill Nina and it was all right with me.

But I knew that it was not going to be the only time that anyone ever had an orgasm in that bank.

I knew that my father fucked his secretary

CHAPTER SEVEN

Even when I unlocked the back door to the bank and held it open for Nina and Linda to enter, I still thought that the whole idea was silly. I liked the fact that my sister was going to spend some time pleasing me and Nina and repaying us for what we had done for her, but I did not see any reason to come here to the bank to do it.

But I went along with it because Nina and

Linda seemed to think that it would be a lot of fun.

And, that night, I would have gone anywhere to feel my sister's mouth on my pussy.

We moved into the main lobby of the bank, where most of the business of the day was conducted. The place was dark but some light shined in through the windows. It was a little after two in the morning, and we would have the place all to ourselves until dawn.

There was no guard at the bank. Victory is a small town and my father saw no reason to hire a guard for the night.

Most of the money was in the vault at that time anyway, he reasoned.

And that vault had a time-lock on it. It could not be opened until seven in the morning.

So we stood there in the lobby of the bank and knew that we would not be disturbed for the rest of the night.

I have to admit that I was a little tired. I had been fucking and sucking for hours. Linda, however, who had driven half-way across the country was giddy with excitement and Nina, of course, never got tired. She had that lower-class stamina and I had always admired that.

Linda stood there in the bank and looked around and then took a deep breath.

"Just smell all that wealth, all that stinking wealth," she said.

And Nina took a deep breath too. Then she spoke to Linda.

"Yeah," she snarled, "I smell it. It smells like something is dead in here."

"Right," Linda said with a grin, "Like something is dead. The spirit of the masses is dead in this bank and you can smell that death all over the place."

I took a deep breath. I did not smell anything. I kept silent.

Linda started to unbutton her shirt and she gave us a sexy order.

"Let's get naked, girls," she said. "Let's make love and get some life into this fucking place."

, And Nina giggled and started to take off her clothes too.

I stripped silently, a little worried about myself.

It seemed to me that Nina and Linda were speaking a language that I did not understand, that they sensed things in life that I could not even comprehend. Perhaps it was that rich-bitch attitude in me, I thought. Perhaps that was the reason that I was not as good as Nina and Linda were.

I had thought that rich bitchiness had left me for good when I told Nina that I loved her.

But, perhaps, I had been wrong, very wrong.

Even though I loved Nina and loved Linda, my sister, too, as I stripped I looked at them and thought that they would make the best loving couple. I thought that I was an intruder on their privacy there in the bank. I felt lost and alone there as I took off my clothes.

And I certainly did not feel very sexy at that moment.

So I looked at Linda and came up with a way to stall my own lust, to keep my sister from knowing that I did not fit in here with her and Nina.

"Why don't you start with her, Linda?" I said. "I would like to watch the two of you together."

And Linda grinned at Nina and nodded her head to me Then she moved to and the firm, lower-class girl that I loved with all of my heart.

Linda and Nina moved together and my sister put her arms around the firm, lower-class girl.

Nina put her arms around Linda too, and held her closely.

Then they kissed. I stood there naked and watched them kiss with passion. I could see the tongues move back and forth and I could see the girls tense their bodies as the passion of their kiss built between them.

It was different this time, I thought. It was not like the last time that I had seen them kiss.

That time, I had been part of the whole experience. I had been with them.

But, now, even though I was standing there in the room with them, in the lobby of that bank. Even though I was naked as they were naked, I did not feel like I was a part of this.

In my mind, I was sinking in the background, becoming one with the staid gray furniture of that bank lobby.

And they were the ones who still had the life in them, the life that was growing in each of them as they kissed and held each other.

When the kiss was over, Linda put her head on Nina's shoulder and the room was filled with girlish, lesbian sighs.

From where I stood, I thought I could even smell the aroma of wet pussy in the room and I knew that it was not my own pussy.

If I really did smell something, I thought, I was smelling the quaking pussies of the two girls who held each other that way and cared for each other because they were so much alike.

And I was not like them at all, I thought, not like them at all.

I sat down on a little table and watched the two of them. I was quiet.

I would let them forget me if they wanted to, I determined.

I would let them forget that I was even in the lobby of the bank, even in the universe.

And I sensed that they did forget me as they moved together down on the floor.

The floor was made of shining marble and I knew that it was probably cool and sweet to them as they lay on it.

And I was like that floor, cool and shining. But I was not really sweet, I thought. I still had that rich bitch attitude deep in my heart and that was keeping me from sharing in this experience with my sister and my lover.

I wondered if I would ever really know what they knew at that moment.

And I doubted that I would know. I doubted that I would ever be that much of a radical,-that much of a real person. I had had too much when I was growing up and it had affected me in ways that her childhood had not affected my sister. I had had too much and I had learned to expect too much from life.

And now I felt very lonely as I watched them there on that cool, shining marble floor.

Nina was lying on her back on that floor and Linda was lying on top of her. They were kissing again, with cool, wet kisses that smacked and sounded sweet to my ears. As

Linda lay on Nina's firm body, she started to move, started to hunch that girl that I cared so much for. Nina sighed and lifted her legs. She put her legs around my thin and sexy sister. She held them tight around Linda and she moved with my sister, hunching that girl as she was being hunched.

And then I knew that I smelled it, the faint and sexy aroma of wet pussy. I could hear the slapping sound of wet cunt against wet cunt. I could hear that and the sighs and I knew that, to them, I no longer existed.

The two girls were making love in the bank because they sensed the special flavor of their lust in that place.

And I sensed nothing. I just watched them with my eyes dead and staring.

They were heaving their pussies together with vigor now, and they were sighing to each other.

They were telling each other how much they each appreciated what was happening there on the cool floor of that bank, that sanctuary of money.

"Linda, that feels so good. That feels like heaven."

"We are giving life to this bank, more life than it ever had before."

"Yes, Linda. We are giving the bank some life."

"Oh, your pussy is so fucking wet, Nina, so fucking wet."

"Your cunt is sweet. It feels good on mine."

And then I watched as Linda moved down Nina's body.

The lower-class girl released her hold on my sister and let Linda slide down her body, floating and sliding on the sweat that covered both of them, the girlish sweat of lesbian lust and lesbian action. I watched as my sister put her bright red lips on one of Nina's tits and kissed that firm working-class flesh. Then she moved her mouth down just a little further and moved those lips around one of the girl's nipples.

And Nina heaved and sighed when Linda started to suck on that nipple.

She put her hand on Linda's hair and felt the soft, darkness of that hair as she felt the soft redness of Linda's mouth on her wild and excited nipple.

And I took another deep breath. I still did not smell the stinking death of money in the room. I just smelled the aroma of girl lust and wet cunt.

And that was something like the smell of death to me at that moment.

It was a death to all my ambitions about being a real person. It was death to all of my dreams about making love to working-class girls.

I knew that I would never be ready for all of Nina's rough and wild and passionate friends.

Linda could visit them with Nina, I thought. She was ready for them, had been ready for them for the longest time.

But I would always be a rich, little bitch at heart. I felt the tears come to my dark eyes when I realized that.

Linda moved further down Nina's body and I watched with a sense of lost fascination as she licked her way down that working-class girl's body. She licked and kissed Nina's flesh and she ran her tongue into Nina's navel. She was using many of the same techniques that I had learned from Nancy, I thought.

And that made me feel a little better. At least, I thought, when Linda made love to Nina from now on, the working-class girl would get the same kind of loving from my sister that she had once gotten from me.

You see, I had already given Nina up, had surrendered her to my sister. I knew that Linda knew better than I did how to please a girl like that. I knew that Nina and Linda could be very happy together. They had the same sense of smell, they had the same anger at wealth. They had everything that two girls needed to make each other content in their radical thoughts.

I did not have any of those things. I was still a rich, little bitch at heart.

But I still watched them together, watched them as if I were watching some kind of dirty movie. Soon, in my head, they were no longer my former lover and my older sister. The two girls there were nameless to me, and it seemed to me that I had never seen either of them before. I certainly did not share anything with them, not anything like that radical spirit that they shared with each other.

I sighed and knew that I would have to content myself with Kim and Nancy and girls of my own class.

And I also knew that those females would never give me the fire or the lust that Nina had given to me, and I knew that Linda had that good stuff from Nina now in her.

My sister was lowering her face over Nina's pussy.

My former lover's legs were stretched wide and she sighed to my sister with an anguish of lesbian need in her throat.

"Oh, lick out my cunt, Linda. Make me come with your soft, red mouth."

And I knew that Linda could do just that. I knew that Linda would give Nina one of the best orgasms of the working-class girl's sexy life.

My sister had that power in her, and I did not.

I thought for a minute of standing up and quickly putting on my clothes and leaving them there to share their lust for each other by themselves, but I did not move. I was frozen there, frozen by the sight of the two girls working together that way. I knew that my sister intended to each out my pussy when she was finished with Nina, to give me an orgasm too.

But I would not Linda do that, I determined.

I did not deserve to have an orgasm with them here in this bacank. I was just a rich, little bitch and I could not smell the death there. I did not deserve to share in their lust for each other.

And that lust was certainly great, I thought as I watched them. I did not think that I had ever seen two girls who were so much in tune with each other, so much involved with each other's passions. Linda was working her tongue deeply into Nina's snatch and the big, beautiful, working-class girl was sighing and tossing there on the cool floor of the bank.

They had so much in common, I thought, so much that I would never understand.

And Nina was moaning to Linda and letting her know that she too felt that community that the two girls shared.

"God, Linda," she said, "you feel like a girl from the other side of town. You lick out my pussy so well. I did not think that you girls on the hill could do it like that."

She did not mean to make it an accusation directed at me, and she did not even remember that I was in the room.

But I knew that she was being pleased by my sister in a way that she had never been pleased by me.

My sister was like a working-class lesbian and she had more fire in her than I could ever have.

I sighed and knew that I had finally lost it all, all of my dreams about being a real person and my lover and my sister too. I had lost everything in that bank.

And Nina was coming with groans and she jabbed her pussy against my sister's pretty face.

And I thought that it was only right that she should come like that with Linda, tossing and turning and feeling what a lower-class, working-class, sexy, firm-bodied girl should feel in her lesbian lovemaking. She was feeling something that I had never given to her. She was feeling real and honest, working-class passion.

And my sister, my older and much better sister, was giving her that passion.

Nina came with a girlish squeal of lust that echoed through the empty bank.

"Oh, Linda, that is so fucking good. I am coming!"

And then the lustful peace of their love and my watching of their love was shattered by a male voice that growled from outside the bank.

"There's somebody in there, Sheriff! I heard somebody yell!"

Linda and Nina and I froze there in the bank lobby and looked out the front window.

We could see the shadows moving against that window. There were at least three of those men out there.

And one of them was the sheriff of Victory, Missouri.

And other one was yelling at the sheriff in a hoarse voice.

"I heard a girl scream in there, sheriff! I heard a girl squealed in there!"

"Maybe they got somebody held hostage in there."

"Maybe. What will we do? What will we do if they are armed?"

"We got guns too, stupid. Pull your guns, boys."

And then one of the men yelled into the bank.

"Come on out of there with your hands held high! We got you covered!"

But none of us moved. I looked at my sister, who was lying on the floor with her head only an inch or so above Nina's pussy, the pussy that had just had that orgasm.

"Fucking lawmen," Nina hissed. "Fucking protectors of wealth and property. They are always beating down the masses."

"Right," Nina whispered in agreement.

"Break the door open, Merle," the man outside said.

And then there was the breaking of glass in the front door and the movement of men toward that door. The door popped open in just a few seconds and then men moved into the nearly dark bank and looked at our shadows there in the lobby. I knew that in that light and from that distance the men could not tell that we were naked girls. They just knew that we were forms and I knew that they had their guns drawn.

I wondered what we would do. I wondered how we would explain all of this to the . lawmen at the door.

And I looked at Linda. Somewhere deep inside me I sensed that she was in charge of all of this. After all, she had been the one who had brought us all here to the bank. She had been the one who had given us this idea in the first place.

And then happens so quickly that everything seemed like a blur in my eyes.

Linda did assume control of the situation and what she did was heroic but senseless, as most heroism is.

She jumped up and ran toward the men who stood by the door with their guns drawn.

"Fucking lawmen!" she screamed.

And then the shots started blazing in the almost empty lobby. I jumped off the table where I had been sitting and I landed on the floor next to Nina just in time to see my sister fall back. She stumbled back across the lobby and then she seemed to slip. She fell backwards just a few feet from us.

And the men were still firing their guns.

I tried to stop Nina. I tried to hold her down, but she fought me and jumped up and followed Linda's example. She charged the men too, charged them naked and screaming just as Linda had screamed. I could not hear exactly what Nina said because of the gunfire, but I figured that she cried, "Fucking lawmen!" just as Linda had done.

And she stumbled back and fell onto Linda's body and lay there, lay very still and very dead with my sister.

Then, finally, the gunfire stopped and some man yelled at another one.

"For god's sake, turn on the light! I don't think that they were criminals-"

And then the bank lobby was covered with light and I saw my sister and my former lover lying together in that light. I saw the blood oozing out of both of them, and I was happy that they were together like that. They deserved to be together like that, I thought. They both looked very peaceful, as if they had fought the last battle and had won it in some strange, radical way.

I lay there on the floor and looked up at the men who were staring down at me. I was naked too, but I was still alive, as a rich, little bitch should be doomed to stay alive, I thought at that moment.

But then I took a deep breath and, finally, I smelled it.

I smelled the death of the spirit in that room.

And, when I smelled it, I started to laugh. I turned over and looked up at the ceiling in the bank lobby and laughed and laughed and laughed.

And I knew that I had become a radical about five seconds too late, that I was really like my sister and like Nina now.

But, because I was late in smelling the death there, I had not gotten that sense of peace and victory that the other two naked girls on the floor shared at that moment.

I had wanted that sense of peace and victory, but I had missed it that night.

I laughed because I was afraid too cry, and I listened to the men speak to each other and to me.

"It's Terri. Her father owns this bank."

"I wonder what they were doing in here, three naked girls."

"My god, man, we killed a couple of naked, unarmed girls."

"Get the coroner and get the prosecuting attorney too."

"Terri, what were you all doing in here?"

"Terri, why did they charge us like that?"

"Terri."

"Terri."

"Terri."

But I did not answer the worried lawmen. I did not tell them anything.

I knew that they would never understand about the smell of death and the feel of lesbian love and the way that radicals think about banks and money and pussies that were wet with desire.

And I was too busy laughing to tell them anything.

I just lay on the floor and laughed and laughed and laughed.

I smelled the death in the air and knew that I was real radical then.

But I had come to it about a five seconds too late. Too late. Too late.

"Terri, what were you girls doing in here? Why are you naked, Terri."

"Terri."

"Terri."

"Terri?" Too late. Too late. Too late.

I laughed there in that bank and smelled the death of the spirit all around me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

So I ended up in prison. Yes, prison. You would think that the daughter of a bank president would be forgiven for her transgressions, especially after that bank president had already lost one daughter in a hail of bullets.

And, after all, I did not really rob the bank. You must remember that Linda and Nina and I broke into that bank in order to make love with a fine sense of symbolism. That was all that we did in there.

But we were not supposed to be in the bank, my father said.

And my parents were so upset about what had happened in that bank that they did not want to see me again. So they took me and put me in prison so that they would not be reminded of the tragedy that had struck their lives. I know for a fact that, after I was sentenced to five years in prison by a judge who was a friend of my father's, my parents began to live as though they did not have a child at all, as if their daughters-either of them-had never existed.

And I guess that that was really the one way that they could deal with what had happened. And I did not really mind. You see, by then I knew that I was a revolutionary, a true-blue, lesbian revolutionary. And revolutionaries always have to serve their time in prison. Lenin was in prison. Gandhi was in prison. Martin Luther King was in jail. It takes time in prison to prove that you are really dedicated to your cause.

So I went behind the bars of the great stone prison for women in Missouri with a certain amount of grace and fortitude in my system. It was the only way that I could go to prison. You see, I knew that the prison life was the only life for me. And I knew that prison would do me good in a special sort of way.

I had only been behind bars for two days before I discovered just how much good prison could do for a rich bitch like myself. Two days after I entered the place where they kept women who could not be ruled by society, they matched me up with my cell-mate. She was a young girl named Brandy, and she was a revolutionary with her own style. She was also a lesbian, and I knew that Brandy would be able to teach me a lot.

Brandy was a light-colored, Negro girl. She said that her father had been a white pimp and her mother had been a black whore. She was the product of one drug-crazed weekend of sex that the two had shared, and she had been raised on the streets in Kansas City. She knew what she needed to know in order to get along with the people who lived on the streets of the city.

And it was not long before she began to teach me those things that I needed to know in my revolutionary future. Brandy and I began to come up with plans for when I got out of prison. She said that, with my beauty and my style, I could support myself as a topless dancer in one of the nightclubs in Kansas City and that way I would be able to spend my days productively, plotting the overthrow of the government of the United States.

That was exactly the way that I wanted to spend my days, I told Brandy. I felt that I had to spend my days like that in order to carry on the tradition that my sister had left for me and do the things that her brutal killing had left undone in my family.

I also knew that I would never see my mother and my father again. Even if they would have taken me back after prison, I did not intend to go back to them at all. I wanted nothing more than the change to work for the overthrow of the government in anyway that I could, and I knew that my mother and my father would never be able to understand my radicalism, which was even more radical than my sister's had been. Why was I more radical than Linda? You might ask that question.

The fact is this: My sister never saw her sister and her working-class lover gunned down by the police. That event in my life turned me into a real and worthwhile radical, and it made me plot things that my sister only thought about plotting. It made me realize that we had to burn the country down and start all over again and put our faith in the working-class people, people like Nina, girls who had a fire in their system and girls who knew how to control the rich bitches who invaded their beds.

Nina and Linda had both changed me with their lives-and, ultimately, with their deaths. They both deserved part of the credit for my new and vital radicalism.

They deserved the credit for all the changes in me, and Brandy, in our cell, late at night, made those changes real and taught me even more about lesbian love.

It all started the first night in our cell. Brandy and I had talked a little bit about our pasts, but we had not mentioned our sexual preferences. I did not know if a girl from the streets of the big city like Brandy was like a working-class girl from the small town, like Nina. I suspected that she was, but I did not want to take a chance on hurting her feelings or repelling her with the idea that I was some kind of pervert.

But I did find her very attractive from the very first moment that I saw her.

She was a tall, gray-skinned girl with flashing, large, black eyes and the kind of grin that made everything seem bright and sexy, even there in that prison.

When I saw that grin for the first time, I wished that I could find out right away if Brandy was a fun-loving girl. I wished that I could find out and touch her immediately. But I knew that I had to bide my time and I wondered just long it was going to be before I knew for sure about Brandy's sexual adventures and mis-adventures, about her sexual yearnings and needs, I went to bed that night in the dark, sleeping on the bottom bunk as Brandy climbed up to the top in her regulation white panties from the prison. I wished that I would be able to find out very soon about her own feelings toward me.

And then I got my wish. I got my wish because Brandy lay on the top bunk and spoke to me softly, asking me questions about my own sex life. When I heard those questions, I knew what she had in mind for us, and I knew that I would tell her the truth for certain.

"Terri," she said, "how do you feel about boys and men and sex and stuff like that?"

"I never had much experience with boys," I told her, truthfully.

"Did you ever fuck one, Terri?" she asked.

"Yeah. I had a fellow back home I fucked regularly but I did not really enjoy it that much with him. He was just sort of a port in the storm, and he kept the people in Victory from thinking that I was weird or something."

"Were you weird or something?" she asked with her melodious voice hushed with expectation. I waited for a few seconds before I answered her.

"I was something," I said, grinning up at the bottom of the bed over me, the one that she was lying on. I knew then that I had her in just the position that I wanted her to be in. I knew then she was going to become my lover, but I wanted her to make the first move.

I would be truthful with her, I decided, but she would make the first move and she would give me what I wanted in a girl because I had been so truthful with her.

Working-class, criminal girls from the big city, I thought, were really no different than working-class girls like Nina from the small towns. I guessed that, in a way, Nina was a criminal girl too. She had died inside a bank, killed by law officers because she had no business being in that bank and because she had tried to attack the enforcers of society's laws.

Nina and Linda had been outlaws and I was an outlaw now.

And I knew that I would learn a lot about being a lesbian outlaw from Brandy, the girl from the streets.

"You were something else?" the half-black girl asked me. "What were you, Terri?"

"Basically, I was a lesbian, Brandy," I said softly.

And then I heard her move. I looked to the side of my bed and saw her long, gray legs dangling on the edge of the bunk above me.

Then she dropped down in her panties and turned and gave me that wonderful, cheerful, sexy grin.

"I am so glad to hear that, Terri," she said. "It will make prison so much better for both of us, you know."

"I know," I said, holding out my arms to her. "It will make everything somuch better for both of us."

I was lying there in my panties too. We could see each other clearly because the light in the hallway outside our cell was always left on, as the radio that blared down that hallway was always left on. Girls in prison just had to get used to light and to blaring noises in the middle of the night. I had already learned to sleep through the noise, but I did not want to sleep that night. I wanted to be with Brandy and love her that night-all night long.

Brandy moved into the bunk next to me and I put my arms around her and we kissed. The aroma of her flesh was sweet and pungent, like some jungle candy or fruit, I thought, like some exotic delicacy that would cost a fortune in a imagine restaurant.

And I was getting Brandy for free here in this prison cell, for free because I had admitted to her that I liked girls in a special way too, just as she did.

We kissed each other passionately and held each other close. She was taller than I was and she was sleek and strong in that bed. Her rounded tits smashed against my own girlish breasts as she kissed me and ran her tongue deep into my mouth and I felt that radicalism in my heart again. I was no longer a rich bitch, I thought. I was a prisoner, just as Brandy was a prisoner.

And I knew that this relationship with Brandy was going to be even better than the one that I had had with Nina, because Brandy and I were meeting as equals in that prison. I had lost all my rich-bitch attitude by then. I was just another prisoner and that equality that Brandy and I shared gave us the kind of feeling that we needed.

My panties began to get wet with pussy juice. Brandy moved her leg over my body and rubbed her panties into mine and I could feel the wetness of her cunt on mine and I felt that we were really and truly lesbian equals then, cunt-wet, girl-thrilled equals. We were going to make a great pair.

And then we moved on the bunk until I was lying on top of her. I kissed her cheerful, beautiful, gray face and I felt her long legs move around my body.

Then Brandy and I started to hump each other. I moved my pantied wetness against her own and I worked on top of her as a male would work on her. I felt her juices match mine and I sighed and kissed her wonderful, strong, sleek neck.

I thought of Brandy as a princess, a princess of the streets. That is what I wanted her to be for me. And she was a princess, a princess with a wet cunt just like my own. That wet cunt was what I really cherished about her.

Then I moved off Brandy and we did the same thing as the same time.

We did it when we looked at each other and read the need in each other's eyes.

Each of us put our hands in our panties and lowered those white, identical, prison issued panties down our legs and pushed them to the end of the bunk with our feet. And then Brandy slipped her fingers into my wet, sopping love-hole. When she did that, I moved my own fingers into her wet cunt and I heard her sighs match my own as two of my fingers started to work in her girl-of-the-streets pussy.

My fingers worked with a lively lust in her cunt and her fingers dug deep into my snatch. Brandy had very long fingers, the kind of fingers that were made for moving deeply into a wet, lesbian girl. I envied her her long fingers, but I was glad that she had then and knew how to use them. I was glad that she was using them on me.

As we fingered each other, I spoke to her in gasps of girlish passion.

"Dig into me, Brandy. We are both prisoners. Dig into my cunt and fuck me with those fingers of yours."

And she moaned in an answer to me as we lay there so close together on that bunk.

"Your fingers are good too, Terri. God, that feels good. Move them around in there. Dig into my cunt."

And, together, we dug, like two miners searching for gold.

And Brandy kissed my face and I knew that I had found my gold in her, in her cunt from the streets, her prisoner pussy, that was so much like my own.

Equals, I kept thinking, real and true equals. That was what we were.

We were loving, lesbian equals in our, little prison-cell bunk.

And we both knew that that top bunk would not be used very often. We both knew that we would sleep together, close together on that bottom bunk during the time that we shared each other and this cell in our prison.

Brandy pulled her long fingers out of me when I started to toss there on the bunk bed. I knew that she did not want me to come yet. I knew that that girl from the streets wanted to do something else for me before she would allow me to come.

And I lay back and pulled my fingers from her wet snatch too.

I lifted her fingers to my face and held them there and then I lifted my own fingers up.

I took one of her fingers that had been in my cunt and one of my fingers that had been in her cunt and I and I put those two fingers in my mouth at the same time. The sweetness of lesbian pussy seemed to explode in my head and I could not tell her sweetness from my own. I tasted both of the radical fingers and both of the radical cunts at the same time and I thought of that word again, the word that defined both of us so well.

Equals, I thought. We are equals now. We are so equal that we will make the best lovers possible.

And sucking on her finger and my finger and tasting her cunt juices and my own cunt juices, I thought again of my sister and my working-class lover, of Linda and Nina. I vowed to carry on their fight against the establishment and I knew that Brandy would help me in my fight for certain.

And I thought that, if it took two deaths, two murders at the hands of the law, to bring me to this place with Brandy, this equal and lusting, revolutionary place, then the two deaths were worth it.

And I knew that Nina and Linda would both understand. They had understood before I had ever understood. They had smelled the death in that bank before I had smelled the death.

And then I-took the two fingers from my lips and closed my eyes and sighed as Brandy, the girl from the streets, moved her wide, happy lips to my nipple and sucked that pink, hard thing into her mouth.

I sighed and I jerked on that bunk bed with my new lover.

And I put my hand on her dark, kinky hair, the hair that she kept cut short so that it would not cause her much of a problem in a fight. That was what she had. told me before we had gone to bed that night.

And I loved that hair that was part of Brandy's preparation for battle.

And I loved the lips that were around my pink and ready nipple.

She sucked on my nipple with such ease and such passion.

She gave me a quiet and easy lust in my body, a lust that was both peaceful and exciting, a lust that thrilled me and calmed me at the same time.

It was a revolutionary lust, I thought, the true revolutionary lust of the streets.

As I felt that strange and peaceful lust, rolling through my body like the waves on a sea, I felt Brandy work her way down my flesh, kissing and licking me with quick movements of her tongue, quick and steady and professional movements.

And I knew that this girl had, no doubt, had a lot of experience with other girls.

I lay there and shivered and she licked my navel and caressed it with her red, quick tongue.

And I knew that she was going to go down even further on my body and give me what I really needed to feel good about myself and my own revolutionary lust. She worked her way through my dark pussy-hair and she licked my hair with her tongue and I squirmed under her.

I sighed to her with a voice that was soft with girlish passion.

"Oh, eat out my cunt, Brandy. You are I are equals. Eat out my cunt and then I will eat out yours--. "

And I tossed on the bed and gave in to her with all of my soul as she moved her tongue around the lips of my pussy. She licked those quivering lips and she tasted the wetness that was down there and made my pussy even more wet.
Loving Sister ....(65k)    by Pearl Hale





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