The reticence of adults to "level" about sex with the young is not only a prime cause of today's generation gap, but could well be the impetus for much of the promiscuity in many teen-age quarters.
For the "television generation" is used to turning from channel to channel for the information they want, and need. If the picture blurs on their parents' channel, the young will merely turn to another. If their parents do not supply answers to their sexual questions, they will turn to some channel that offers gratification of their curiosity.
What better stage could be set for Lolita-ism than the current controversy over who should teach the young about sex? Very often, it is neither the school nor the parent that informs the young about sex, but an older man or woman whose primary interest is not sex education, but sex seduction.
The writer of the letters contained in this volume is a case in point. An intelligent girl, bubbling with curiosity, Norma M. soon found her bubbles bursting one by one when her parents became uneasy and upset by her questions. In the area of sex, her parents were even more inept at handling the very normal questions youth poses about sexual matters.
Instead of receiving answers, Norma received beatings from her father. This only peaked Norma's interest and made her all the more determined to get the answers she needed. Voila, a Lolita had blossomed into full view. Her curiosity propelled her, at the age of twelve, into the arms of her older sister who was, as well, acting out a pattern of rebellion against a non-communicative mother and an equally non-communicative, but sometimes brutal, father.
Norma was thus brought into the folds of Lesbian love by a sister who encouraged and directed the young Lolita into the arms of older girls, older women, and eventually membership in a school Lesbian sex sorority.
Once embarked upon the path of Lesbian Lolita-ism, Norma became quite adept at seeking out and performing sex acts and deviations that would shock even a liberal psychiatrist.
It appears, in reading descriptions of her experiences, that Norma also gained a certain secret satisfaction not only by the performance of shocking acts, but by writing about them with total emphasis upon the depravity of her sexual acts. It appears that her writings provide the finishing touches of an angry rebellion against her parents and society.
I first learned about Norma during a research study of the current sex education controversy in California schools. At one of the schools selected as being "typical" of metropolitan areas, Norma's case was related by the school principal as being a clear illustration of the need for better sex education techniques. The situation, as described by the principal, appeared so bizarre that it did not seem possible. Yet the principal had proof. And he showed me the entire selection of a series of letters writ ten by a young girl who wanted to pass on her permanent record of her sexual experiences and exploits.
The letters themselves were discovered during a school investigation of a rumor that a number of schoolgirls had formed a "Lesbian sex sorority." The rumors were substantiated, and the letters were discovered in the notebook of one of the older sorority members.
The girls involved were questioned and slowly a situation of utter depravity was uncovered. The apparent purpose of the sorority was to "initiate" new members to Lesbianism and to satisfy the various Lesbian needs of individual members.
Moreover, at the time the sorority was discovered by school officials, several members had begun to tap the ranks of even seventh and eight-grade girls for potential Lesbian material!
Perhaps the most upsetting discovery of this school Lesbian organization was the cunning with which the sorority operated to tap new members. As soon as a young girl showed evidences of maturing, or became interested in the young schoolboys, sorority members moved in with their "invites." The number of "converts" to Lesbianism was surprising, indeed. Yet perhaps not so, when one realizes the subtle pressures placed upon young girls to urge them into Lesbian activities.
Besides the group pressure one finds in any organization, Norma's vivid descriptions of the world of Lesbian Lolita-ism were made available to potential members. The idea of using the letters was that of an older sorority member, who felt Norma's obvious writing ability in describing her wide range of Lesbian experience would be most suitable for encouraging younger girls to "join," which is tantamount to becoming a Lesbian.
As for the letters, how much fact and how much fantasy is contained within the context of Norma's sentences can be held open to question. For Norma is blessed-or cursed, one might say-with a highly imaginative mind. Upon reading the letters, one becomes curious about the fact that rarely does Norma express any feelings other than her sexual feelings. Rarely is there any description of the girls and women who are participating in the Lesbian activities Norma finds so thrilling. And never is there any mention of guilt or feeling of wrongdoing.
Clearly, the letters are written by a young girl who is totally obsessed with sex. She apparently learned everything she knows about sex from her sister and her subsequent Lesbian lovers. Nowhere is there any mention of being advised about sex from parents or school educators. And not once, except in her final letter, written after the school's investigation, is there any mention of boys, or men, save for a few innocuous mentions of the existence of her father. It appears that Norma has completely shut herself off from the male world.
The situations and events Norma describes in such detail can only be said to be shocking. The average adult, the average parent, is not even aware of many of the practices Norma states she and her Lesbian friends and acquaintances participated in so regularly. Perhaps, more than anything else, the most disturbing element about the letters is that they seem to be a near-faithful representation of what actually did happen.
I have taken great care not to alter Norma's letters in any way, other than to delete all names that could cause the young Lesbian participants embarrassment or difficulty. Nor have I deleted any section that might "shock" the reader, since I feel it important that adults, and especially parents, become aware of what might be occurring under their "rose-colored" glasses.
Except for brief editorial notes which are italicized, and minor editorial and spelling corrections, the letters are presented in the form in which they were originally discovered.
It is felt that only in this way will adults realize that the crucial area concerning sex education is not whether the school or the parent teaches children about sexual matters, but rather that the young are given enough sexual information so that their curiosity will not propel them into performance of deviant sexual behavior and acts.
MY LAST LETTER
"So What If I Like Girls?"
The last letter written by Norma was upon request of her school counselor, who was hoping to see some indication that Norma had benefited from their many sessions during which Norma's sexual behavior was under discussion. Even in this letter, however, Norma's anger and rebellion is apparent. As one can easily determine, many sessions will be necessary before Norma is back on the road to normality.
Dear Counselor:
I suppose if you saw me at school and weren't "indoctrinated," you'd wonder how come I like girls so much. Well, it's really simple. Girls are the greatest. Older girls especially. They always know what to do and they have great tongues. All the older girls I've been with, including my sister, know how to do it real good. It never takes very long for us to get where we want to be ... in bed.
Guys, I don't know about and I don't care to know about. They all look a little awkward and as if they don't know how to go about much of anything 'cept football and things like that.
Besides, everyone knows girls are better than boys. They're nicer, smarter, and they taste better. I don't even have to taste a boy to know that. I just know.
This doesn't mean that boys aren't attracted to me. They are, sometimes even more than girls. I have a hard time getting out of having dates with boys or talking to them. The boys go as ga-ga over me as I do over girls. I guess it's cause of my looks and my figure. And I guess I would have to explain this, too. See, I'm five foot, four inches tall and I have long, blonde hair. My sister, Anne, makes sure I always look right. She has me wear the clothes that will turn her friends on (They turn her on, too). That means I usually wear a real short flared skirt and a tight sweater that buttons down the front. My clothes don't stay on long when I'm around girls, tho.
I've got a real good figure, too. My breasts are real full. A lot of younger girls want to" hold them and I have no objection to letting them do that. The older girls, well, they love to hold them and to kiss them. I let them. I enjoy it. Besides, why not? My sister thinks it is as great an idea as I think it is. Course, that's not all that the girls do. They do a lot more than just kiss and fondle my breasts. Love is a lot more than kissing breasts, believe me.
Sometimes, when I tell the younger girls who want to join up about some of the things I've done, they seem very surprised. This always amazes me. To me, it seems so natural to make love with your sister. And with her friends. And with your friends. And with younger girls.
The first time I made love was with my sister and that was when I was twelve. Oh, before that, Anne and I had kissed and fondled, but when I say, made love, I mean, had an orgasm. Once Anne made me come, I knew girls were the only ones for me! I was never going to fool around with a boy's dick when I could have a girl's pussy.
Since my sister brought me out, I've been with a lot of girls. Older girls. Older women. Girls my age. Younger girls. I can't even say which I like the best. Older girls know what to do. Older women are more eager. It's more friendly with girls my age. And I always get a special kick teaching a younger girl how to do it. That's because I remember when I was shown the ropes. And that was only two years ago.
We all figure that making love with girls is so great that we want to have all girls know what it's like. That's why we "tap" so many younger girls.
When the school authorities found out about our group, they were shocked. I never heard such tongue clacking. You'd think they were all old hens, even the men teachers. But everybody who does their own "thing" has their own group. Just because Lesbian love is our "thing" I don't see why it should shock anybody that we formed a sorority. That made it all the more fun. We got a lot of young girls to make love who probably wouldn't have if we hadn't invited them to our "teas" (or should I say "tease?").
But the school officials, they made a federal case out of it. "Where were your parents?" they'd ask. "Working," I told them, "where else?" I didn't tell them, tho, what squares Anne and I thought they were. Mom and dad are really blind as bats. Both of them. They wouldn't know what was going on if they walked right into the bedroom and saw Anne and I sixty-nining.
They were shocked, too, and embarrassed when the school officials called th-m. My father hit me and then he hit Anne. My mother cried, "How could you do this to us?" I hate them both.
I wrote about all the girls I had been with because I wanted to relive what happened and to get it down on paper so I would never, never forget all the wonderful times I have had with girls and women. I started writing about it when I was twelve, right after Anne had "brought me out." I was about ready to stop it once, but one of the older gals saw it and told me to continue.
She said, "It's a good idea. If you run into girls who don't know about how wonderful it is, you can let them read it. You can bet your boots, if they have any sense and any imagination, they will want to 'experiment' after reading it."
She was right, too. A lot of girls in our sorority made copies of what I wrote down. Then if they ran into a young girl who was frightened, or afraid, they would let her read it. After the girl read it, she was not as scared and she was more curious. A lot of times it made the young girls so hot, it wasn't much longer before they were "indoctrinated."
That's how come so many of the girls at our school became members, or associate members. The older girls complimented me on what I wrote. One of them said, "It's good, Norma. And it does the trick. You really deserve some thing for it." And she gave me a French kiss.
Later, they gave me a special award that I hung on the wall in the bedroom Anne and I shared.
Nothing has really changed since we were "found out" except we had to go underground. We still make love with one another, only it's harder and we have to be more clever. It's harder to round up new girls from school because the teachers watch us. Mom and Dad moved into a larger apartment so Anne and I could each have our own bedroom, but both of them still work, so there's plenty of time during the day to get our "kicks."
We tell everyone that we "don't do that anymore." We tell Mom and Dad the same thing. I don't know if they believe us. I think they do, tho, but only cause they don't know what they would do if we hadn't stopped. Sometimes, to "throw them off" we date a boy. You should see the look of relief on their faces when we go out with a boy!
So-o, you see that we have to "play it cool" until we can get our own place. Anne and I will live together and then we can have all the fun we want. And there will be a place for our group to meet.
Now, we sometimes go to one of Anne's alumnae sorority sisters who has her own apartment. We still get together to make love about twice a month, I mean, the whole group of us. Then we have other dates, too. And Anne and I still "make it" every time we want.
One day, we hope to have sorority chapters all over the U.S.!
Norma S.
LETTER ONE
"What Pauline Did To Me"
Norma's first letter shows the strong influence her sister has over her, even to the extent where her sister dresses Norma for a date with an older girl. Despite Norma's rebellious nature, she at no point thinks to rebel against her sister.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Things really move fast. Faster than I even thought possible. Just last Saturday afternoon, my best friends, Lani, Pau and I gave a reception for my sister, Anne. It was a real thriller!
We were still thrilled about it and talking about it on Monday, after school, when Pua and I met at Lani's place. Both of them thought Anne was the greatest. Pua giggled and said, "My bottom is still tender where Anne spanked me!" That made Lani and I giggle, too.
We sat around in Lani's living room when her mother came in. She told us she had to go shopping for us to answer the phones. We all smiled when we heard the front door slam shut.
Just to make sure her mother had really left, we listened to a couple of new discs Lani had bought, sipped a Hawaiian Punch, and talked about our party last Saturday. It got all three of us kinda excited just remembering, as we sat close together on the davenport, talking.
Lani suddenly said, "Let's go in the bedroom!" That was the cue Pua and I were waiting for. In the bedroom we undressed each other, lay on the bed and started making love. In a few minutes we made a daisy-chain, our heads between each other's legs, our hot tongues licking and probing. Pua was sucking me. Then she started spanking my buttocks. I, in turn started spanking Lani and Lani spanked Pua. It was fun. We added hand spanking to our daisy-chain activity on our next two sessions.
The following Friday, Pua, who really went for the spanking bit, brought us a little present. She had three ping-pong paddles.. After that we'd spank each other a few times with our hands and then reach for the paddles. We liked the paddles better.
In a couple of weeks we fixed another Saturday date at Lani's. Anne was our guest again. I had been coaxing Anne and she finally agreed to "love whip" us that Saturday. Lani and Pua really love it. And it's one of my favorites, too, so that was a "banner" Saturday for all four of us. Anne got another nylon "cat" for us, so we now have one of our very own.
In June, school closed and Pua flew back to Hawaii to stay with her father for the summer in Hilo. She had talked her father into letting her bring Lani with her. Pua really has it made! She stays with her mother during the school year and then when summer comes, she visits her father. I wish my parents were divorced, too! I'm really going to miss both of them!
We are very fond of each other and our twicea-week threesomes have really been fun.
About the third week in June, Anne and I were downstairs after breakfast one morning. We had just done the dishes. Our folks had left, and Anne motioned for me to follow her into the living room, where she sat on the davenport.
"Come and sit by me, sweetheart, I want to talk to you." I sat down, wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. Anne kissed me on the cheek as I sat down. She took my hand in hers and, facing me, started.
"Darling, you remember Pauline, the girl you met here one afternoon a few weeks ago?"
"Oh, yes, she was nice!" I replied and Anne smiled.
"Well, she thinks you're nice, too!"
Anne was smiling her naughty smile, and it became naughtier as she continued, "Pauline wants a date with you."
She let me have it, wham! Just like that!
"A date with me?"
"Now, now, Sweetheart! Don't get excited!" She patted my thigh and said, "Just listen, I'll tell you about it."
Anne told me a lot. Pauline was nineteen. She had graduated from Anne's high school just a week before. She was in Anne's sorority. She was quite tall, I guess about five feet, ten inches. She was well-built, too.
Anne said Pauline was self-conscious about her breasts. They were so large that she had to wear specially-made bras. In fact, Pauline was the one who had gotten Anne into the sorority. She was the second girl Anne had been with.
Anne said that Pauline didn't go steady with any one of the girls in the sorority. She dated a different girl about once a month. Then she told me that Pauline wanted to date me. Anne said, "Darling, Pauline has been good to me. She's helped me a lot. When she told me she'd like to date you, I told her I'd talk to you about it."
I didn't know quite what to say. I'd never been out with a girl that old. She was two years older than Anne and I hardly even knew her.
Anne went on, "Darling, I hope you will let me tell Pauline yes. I owe her some favors-I'll make it up to you." Anne was really anxious to persuade me.
"All right, Anne, if you really want me to." Anne hugged me tight and kissed my mouth when I said that. "You sweet baby," she said, "You won't be sorry."
Anne made all the arrangements. Pauline would pick me up at my home the next Monday morning around ten-thirty. Anne told me that on Friday.
Monday morning, after the folks left, Anne said, "Come upstairs, sweetheart, I'll help you get ready."
She showered me, perfumed me, and brushed my hair. I was glad because I was a little nervous. As I sat at the dressing table and Anne stood behind me brushing my hair, I said, "Gosh, Anne, I'll be self-conscious. I won't know how to act."
Anne laughed, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Pauline will know how to act. Just be nice to her."
That morning Anne dressed me. She got out a real short tight blue skirt that flared at the bottom and a tight pink cashmere sweater that buttoned down the front. She had me wear my flats and bobby sox. I wanted to wear nylons and heels and one of my more sophisticated dresses, but Anne said, "Leave it to me, sweetheart, I know what Pauline likes." Anne slipped a pair of sheer black panties on me and said, "Never mind a bra."
Pauline blew the horn out in front around a quarter of eleven. I hurried out. She had opened the car door.
"Hi, Norma! I'm so glad you could come." I sat beside her and she kissed my cheek. My short flared skirt left plenty of my thighs on display. I caught Pauline's approving glance at my legs.
"I thought we'd take a little drive first. Would you like that, Norma?"
"Oh, yes!" I told her ... It's a beautiful morning for a drive." Pauline was driving a fab jet-black coupe. It was a dream!
"Gee!" I said, "I'll be glad when I can get my driver's license." That brought her hand to my bare thigh. "Patience, Norma, it won't be too long."
Pauline took a scenic route which wound through Westwood, and, in a few minutes, we saw the ocean a couple of hundred feet below as she parked on a cliff overlooking the beach.
"Oh! That's so pretty!" I said and Pauline beamed.
"I thought you'd like it, Norma. It's my favorite view. I'll have to show it to you by moonlight some night."
I said, "That sounds wonderful."
We got out and enjoyed the view for a few minutes. We sat on a bench and hung over the circular guard rail at the edge of the cliff. The ocean smelled good. When we got back into the car, Pauline said, "That salt air made me hungry. Could you eat a snack, Norma?"
I said, "Yes, but just a snack. I ate a big breakfast."
She laughed, "Good, that'll make you big and strong." She was teasing me, just like Anne does.
"I know a darling place just a few minutes down the coast. You'll love it." Pauline drove about five miles down the ocean road winding above the beach. She turned off and, in a few hundred yards, we pulled into a parking space in front of "Nora's Tea Room." It was a very cozy frame building, built just like an English cottage. Little metal British lions flanked the entrance. A smiling, lovely blonde lady dressed in an English servant's costume opened the door for us.
"Oh, darling! Welcome to Valhalla! So good to see you!" She hugged Pauline affectionately. Pauline lowered her head and kissed her lips.
"Nora, you look wonderful! Nora, this is my little friend, Norma." Nora appraised me admiringly, her eyes making a quick sweep of me. Then she took my hands, smiling at me warmly.
"Norma! My favorite name! So glad Pauline brought you."
Nora seated us in a cozy booth for two facing the long picture window, which ran the entire length of the room and overlooked the beach. It was a lovely room.
Nora said, "I'll bring your favorite order, Pauline. Shall I get the same for Norma?"
Pauline said, "Yes, thank you, Nora. I want Norma to try those goodies." Nora bustled to the kitchen and I looked around. There were just two other couples there. Two smart-looking women in their early thirties sat in a corner booth. An older woman around forty and a girl about twenty occupied a booth on the far side of the small tea room. I couldn't help staring because the older woman was passionately kissing the young woman! The long kiss ended, and, the younger woman caught me looking at her. She knew I had seen them kissing, but she smiled right at me. A languid smile, not in the least embarrassed.
Nora brought our goodies, tea and crumpets. If you haven't tried Nora's crumpets you just haven't lived. And the tea that Nora imports from a small London firm really has a distinct flavor. Nora turned on the record system and lovely English strings wooed us with soft, semi-classical melodies.
As the music played Pauline said, "I hear that you won a prize at your intermediate piano recital." Anne had been bragging me up. Pauline was real enthused.
"I play a little piano, too." She said. I found out later what an understatement that was.
We must have stayed about an hour at Nora's. Pauline asked me all about school and told me of her own school plans for fall. She would be taking pre-med. I remember that I was surprised. A lady doctor, no less! I was beginning to feel completely at ease with Pauline. I felt like we were old friends.
We left Nora's about two o'clock. As we drove back, Pauline said, "Shall we drop by Celia's apartment for a few minutes? I'd like you to see it. It's darling."
I said "yes" quickly. I was glad to get the chance to meet another of Anne's alumnae sorority sisters. As we drove toward Celia's apartment, Pauline told me all about her. "She's twenty, she'll be a junior at college this fall. We've been real good friends for a long time."
Celia had a lovely apartment on the top floor of an attractive apartment house just off Beverly Blvd., in Westwood. Celia was wearing a coat when she opened the door for us. She kissed Pauline, then turned to me.
"Oh! You're Anne's little sister! Aha! I can see some resemblance. She lowered her eyes to my breasts mischievously and motioned us into her apartment.
"Sorry 'bout this," she apologized, "I have to leave, girls. But relax. Stay for a few minutes, will you Pauline darling? Or as long as you like! I'm expecting a phone call and you could take the message. Would you do that, Pauline?"
"Sure, Celia, I'll be glad to," Pauline said, and returned a knowing glance.
"Good! Good! Now I must dash. Show Norma around my pad. 'Bye, sweets!" And Celia was gone, coat and all.
"Whew!" Pauline blew out her breath, "There's a bundle of energy! It exhausts me just to watch her for a couple of minutes."
Then Pauline said, "Sit there, Norma, and relax." She nodded toward the davenport. As I sat down my short skirt flared up and I saw Pauline's eyes drop again to my bare legs.
"Does Anne ever allow you to have a little drinkie?" she asked me. I told her that Anne fixed me a Pepsi with a teeny bit of vodka once in a while.
She laughed, "I remember the first Pepsi-vodka I fixed for your sister. Don't think that wasn't something!"
Tossing me a fashion magazine, she remarked, "Here, Norma, see next year's new look. I'll be right back."
In a few minutes Pauline returned from the kitchen, carrying two glasses. She handed me one as she sat beside me.
"I'll bet you've never had one of these before. Hope you like it. Try it." I took a sip, then another. "Umm, good!" I commented.
"So glad you like it, Norma," she answered, "Just sip it slowly. It's a Cuba Libre." Then Pauline went over to the record cabinet and started thumbing through some LP jackets. "Oh, here it is!" she cried, putting the record on the player. Then she sat down beside me again saying, "Listen!"
It was a weirdo record! Some kind of exotic strings, kinda like guitars, only different, backed up by a female vocalist who was in turn backed by a girls' chorus. They used an "echo chamber" for the recording which made the girls' voices sound real eerie. The lyric sung by the vocalist was in some odd-sounding foreign language. It almost put you under, just listening to it.
Funny, but I started to feel sexy almost immediately. I sat staring into space, afraid to look at Pauline. When I did look at her out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was studying me intently. Her face had relaxed into a languorous smile. She held her glass to my lips, her eyes on mine. I took a sip. She returned the glass to her own lips, her eyes still holding mine. Her tongue came out very slowly and licked the side of the glass I had just sipped from. I was turned on good. I wanted her to French-kiss me! Right then! But she took her time, just like Anne. She was using the "make 'em wait" technique. She leaned back and took a deep breath.
"Sip your drink, baby. You like the record?" she asked.
"It's getting to me," I admitted, "I've never heard anything even faintly like it."
She said, "That's a brand new release. Chan flew a sound crew and equipment to Bombay to record it. The instrumental background is sitars. It's recorded in a Buddhist Temple."
Wow! It was weird!
When the record had finished, Pauline took my glass and said, "Here, baby, let me fix you another."
After she came back, she put several other LP's on the player. Then she sat down by me again. I heard a Negro-girl vocalist with a throaty voice singing real low-down blues. Pauline turned the volume way down, so that it just kinda drifted softly in and out of the room as we sipped our drinks.
Pauline had moved to the far end of the davenport. She lay back, looking at me without smiling. Her eyes paused at my breasts for the longest time. I kept my eyes on hers and noticed her licking her lips. God, I wanted her to kiss me. My breasts tingled for her tongue! And she hadn't even touched me, although I knew she wanted to.
In a couple of minutes she whispered, "Nor ma baby, will you take off your sweater for me?"
Anne had said, "Be nice to Pauline." It wasn't going to be hard at all. I slowly unbuttoned my sweater, took it off and turned so Pauline could see that my breasts were swollen and my nipples were erect. Pauline just stared at my boobs as if she just couldn't take her eyes off them!
"Oh! Lovely! So-o lovely!" she moaned. "Stand there facing me, baby!" I walked to the center of the room and faced her. Her eyes first devoured my breasts, before coming to rest on my bare thighs just below the short flared skirt. In a few seconds, in a low husky voice, she said, "Oh, baby! Take your skirt off!" I unzipped the little skirt and let it drop to the floor. Pauline gasped! Again she said, "Lovely! Lovely! baby doll!"
I was horribly excited and had started to tremble. She motioned me toward the other end of the davenport. "Sit there again, Baby!" I obeyed, hoping she'd tell me to take off my panties, too, but she didn't. She just lay back letting her eyes fully enjoy the view!
My eyes wandered over her body then. She wore a very conservative blouse with a high neck. It was cotton and I couldn't see through it. Her breasts were not conspicuous in the least through the cotton blouse, but I could see that her blouse was well-filled. Her woolen skirt was really too long for these days, and she had pulled it demurely to her knees. Her legs-what I could see of them-were beautiful.
In a couple of minutes she raised up, leaned forward, and kissed me. It was a feather-kiss, just on the cheek. She said, so very softly, "Norma, baby, I'm going into the bedroom. Come in when I call you."
I sat there trembling after she left. I ached with desire. My pussy was wet and throbbing. I waited! I waited! I waited!!! Until at last, she called for me.
"Come, Norma baby." I walked slowly toward the open bedroom door, all anticipation, my heart all but stopping.
I stopped right in the doorway! I closed my eyes tight, my body tingling all over! I opened my eyes and still I couldn't believe it! She was lying on her side, completely naked, her legs spread. She was smiling sensually, lovingly. My mouth must have gaped wide open. She raised up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. Her firm, perfect breasts seemed to jut toward me. Her long, erect pink nipples pointed directly at my mouth.
"Come here, baby doll!" she said, holding out her hand and smiling. I walked toward her, dazed. When I stood close in front of her, she took my hand, letting her eyes roam from my head downward until they stared directly between my legs.
She whispered, "Take off your darling panties, baby." I took them off. She pushed me back a bit and kept staring at my pussy. Involuntarily, my legs spread slightly. She slowly stood up and held my naked body close to hers. I nearly cried out when she picked me up, her hand under my burning thighs, and laid me tenderly on the bed.
She laid down beside me, facing me and propping herself on one elbow, while she continued to gaze lovingly at every inch of my body. I didn't move closer to her, but I was eager just to touch those unbelievably perfectly formed breasts. At long last, she leaned over me. She was so close to my face I thought I would burn up.
"Open your mouth, baby doll!" she commanded. I obeyed. Then she French-kissed me.
Her tongue was warm, wet, sweet. She swirled it around my tongue and I got so aroused I began sucking on it like I was a baby and her tongue was giving me milk. But it wasn't milk she was giving me. She was giving me something much different. She was giving me passion.
It flooded my whole body. I pushed my body hot against hers. I rubbed my breasts against hers. I kissed her more and more deeply. She was caressing my breasts with her hands, moving over me all the more. She was excited, too, I could tell from her heartbeat. That made me all the more excited. I could feel the hot wetness between my legs and I was just hoping she would get on top of me. I wanted to feel her pussy against my pussy, so I could rub my pussy against hers. I tried to take one of her breasts in my mouth, but she shoved me away.
She wanted to do it to me. "Oh, please!" I begged, but her only answer was to take my breast in her mouth and to gently tongue the tip of my hot nipple until I thought my insides might explode right through my pussy! She took her hand and lightly tickled my legs, back and forth along my thighs. I spread my legs even wider, hoping she would put her hand on my pussy, but she was still taking her time. She kept running her fingernails back and forth over my thighs. Slowly, she was working upward. But, oh, so slowly.
I pushed my pussy up, pushed my tongue hard against hers and hoped she would finally give my pussy some satisfaction. She was pleased at my movements. "Baby doll, you're perfect" she whispered in my ear and then Frenched it until I thought I was going to scream. Then she put my hand there, on my pussy. She cupped my pussy with her entire hand and ran her finger up and down my slit, touching my throbbing clitoris. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. She was French-kissing me again, her tongue so deep in my mouth I didn't think it was possible!
She started rolling her hand back and forth on my pussy until I could stand it no more. She won me over entirely. I gave up and let her do with me what she wanted to. She kissed me everywhere. Everywhere! If you haven't had a girl kiss you everywhere, you just haven't lived! If you think a tongue in your mouth feels wonderful, you ought to feel a tongue in your ... but I'm getting too excited just writing this.
Let me just say that I had never had any girl, even Anne, make love to me so expertly and tenderly as Pauline did that Monday afternoon.
When I came, it was like a million tiny explosions going off all at once, from my toes, up my legs, from my head down to my breasts and stomach, and abdomen, and then finally, all the explosions met at my pussy and I nearly passed out.
I was so exhausted after it was over, that I couldn't have made love to her even if she wanted me to. But she didn't want me to. She wanted to do everything to me, that's how she got her kicks. After she explained that to me, I didn't feel so badly.
She said, "Baby doll. You're my doll. It's only right that I do you. I wouldn't want my baby doll to work, just to enjoy."
Enjoy I did!
Later, of course, in our room that night, I told Anne all about it. As I sat in my baby doll's, on Anne's lap, she said, "Pauline is a wonderful girl, but she's an odd one. She used to make love to me the same way. Never once did she let me kiss her pussy! I don't think Pauline ever really comes. She evidently gets an inner satisfaction, in a kind of mild way, from making love to a girl. Especially a young girl!"
Anne was very pleased the way the first date she arranged for me had turned out. She told me later, that Pauline had enjoyed me a lot. Pauline was glad when she learned that I didn't mind not being able to make love to her.
That same month, Anne got me dates with a couple of other sorority alumnae. These girls were older than Pauline! Janice was twentyone and Bernice was twenty-two, she was now a graduate student at college. They were both lovely girls. I was thrilled by their attentions.
They picked me up and we took a long drive out into the country. Janice was the younger, and she had a brand spanking new Mustang that she drove. The other girl, Bernice, brought along a huge blanket and a box lunch for all of us.
I think they must have been to the picnic site many times before, because they drove right off the road even though there was no paved highway and brought their car to a stop next to a barbed wire fence. We wiggled through it and walked through the tall brush to where there was a small stream and big trees.
No one could see us at all.
Bernice spread the blanket and placed it on the ground and we all sat down. The idea of being alone with two older gals made me excited and I think this showed. They both smiled at each other.
Bernice said, "It's getting awfully warm. You girls don't mind if I take off my sweater?"
Janice and I said we didn't mind at all.
A moment later, though, she also took off her blouse and her bra. She lay down in the hot sun, running her hands over her breasts and cupping them so they stood way out. She said, "Won't one of you kiss one of my little pinkies?"
I was shocked, I'll tell you. I couldn't think of a thing to say. But I didn't have to. Janice spoke for me. "We'll both kiss them for you."
In minutes, Janice and I were at them, licking, and kissing them. I got real excited. Then I felt Janice's hand at my panties, moving them down. Her finger probed my pussy.
I sucked on Bernice's breasts all the harder. Then I felt Bernice's hands on my breasts. She held them and cupped them. The next thing I knew, I was totally nude and they were moving me so I was lying on my back on the blanket. I guess I didn't spread my legs wide enough, because they spread them wide and then they really got busy on me.
Bernice sucked my breasts and Janice got busy at my pussy. I was about ready to burst! The light breezes flowed around my body, drying the saliva from their tongues! That made me all the more excited! They kept at it. They were both experts. When I came, I screamed so loud if anybody had been within a mile they must have heard it. No one did.
Both the girls looked pleased that they had made me come so good. They must have talked about making love to me for a long time. The whole thing was expertly done! They didn't do anything to one another, but I guess that was understandable.
They were both roommates!
We stayed there a while longer, ate our lunch and enjoyed talking. They drove me back home around four.'I was still dizzy when I told Anne about it.
Since the school year began I had made twelve young girls Lani had promoted and brought to her place for me. I asked her one day how in the world she could find so many little darlings. Every single girl she brought was between thirteen and fourteen. Every one was overly-developed for her age. Their curves had started to come out, and most of them had real nice legs. All of them had cute little pert buttocks. And what pussies!
Lani didn't bother with any girls unless they showed some breast development. One neat little trick Lani thought up was to watch the girls strip naked in the gym shower room. When she saw a girl with a pretty nice growth of hair around her pussy, she'd make a mental note of the girl's name. She'd also keep her eyes open for a girl who was starting to ogle the boys. If that happened Lani knew that the girl was coming on and that she had better move fast. Anyway, even if we did goof on a few, I "indoctrinated" twelve of them and then Lani would have a go at them herself!
Most of the gals who came up had heard about us so they were usually curious as to what would happen. And they found out, too. In short order. I was really expert at my indoctrination. First, I'd have them sit real close to me. Then I'd ask them about their schoolwork. While they were telling me about that, I would run my hand up and down their thighs. Usually, they parted their thighs for me.
Next, I would bend them back on the couch and plant a nice wet kiss in their mouths, while I took hold of their little breasts. As soon as they returned my kiss, I would really get busy.
I'd run my hand up under their panties and feel the little tufts of hair that were just barely beginning to cover their pussies. The first thing I knew, they had their panties off and I was kissing their pussies! Sometimes it took them longer to come, but they always did come. After they did that once, they would want to keep coming back for more.
Lani and I had more young girls than we could handle!
We even started getting a couple of the girls to visit us on the same afternoon once they were accustomed to Lesbian love.
We'd kinda work it so the two gals paired off with one another. Then those two would usually start going together. We started about five couples of eighth graders going steady that year. Of course, they all still hung around Lani and me, always hoping for another invite to Lani's place.
LETTER TWO
"Summer Means Sex"
In this letter, Norma describes a bizarre tea party in which she and several of her girl friends "serve" older women. Despite an unusual party in which women disrobe, Norma expresses little actual surprise or shock, nor does she acknowledge its bizarreness. Yet one can not imagine that Norma is unaware that the activities are far from normal.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
By July of that summer, I was missing Lani and Pua a lot. I had the dates with the older girls I told you about and, of course, Anne and I still had a nice session at least twice a week, but I missed the younger girls. Anne said it would be O.K., so I started calling one of them about once a week to get her to come to the house. They were so sweet and eager. And it was fun.
Anne always wanted to meet each girl I invited and she always treated her real nice. Each time she'd say, "Come up again, darling. I know you and Norma have fun together."
One day, just after the Fourth of July, Anne ran into the house all excited.
She said, "Norma, I've got the best news yet!" We sat down on the couch and she started, "You remember my telling you about Aunt Mildred? Well, she's giving a tea next Monday afternoon, for a few friends at her beach cottage. Although, from all I hear, it's a lot more than just a cottage. She wants six attractive young girls to serve. She'll pay each girl twenty dollars. Think of it! That's two-weeks' allowance! Do you think you could get five of your eighth grade girl friends to serve with you?"
"Golly, Anne! I'll sure try!" I called seven of the girls. Five of them grabbed at the chance!
Again, Anne arranged everything. We were to meet at our house, Monday at noon. Aunt Mildred would pick us up. Promptly at twelve o'clock, Aunt Mildred drove up in her "Caddie" sedan. We all trooped out and piled in, four in back and two of us up front with Aunt Mildred. In minutes, we girls all felt relaxed with her. She had a way of putting people at ease.
We were all a little worried about the serving because none of us had had any experience at that. Aunt Mildred said, "Don't worry your pretty little heads. It's simple, I'll show you what to do before my guests arrive!"
The "cottage" turned out to be two stories high, with twelve rooms, six baths, a huge swimming pool, and a private beach yet. Millie first showed us how to serve, then said, "Come, girls! I'll show you your uniforms." We followed her into the huge master bedroom.
"Take off your dresses, I'll get out your maid costumes," she said.
When Millie came back carrying six darling little maids' caps and some frilly-looking aprons on her arms, we were all in our bras and panties. Millie looked us over, all smiles. "You girls look so cute! But! Take off your undies, too!" This surprised us but we all did as we were told. When we stood there naked, Millie, who was sitting in a big chair watching us peel, said, "Come over here, Norma! Kneel in front of me so I can put your cap on!" This I did.
"Now, stand up, darling!" she said.
She put the maid's apron on me. It was black and sheer and came just below my pussy-hair in front. The top barely covered my nipples. It tied around my neck. Remember! It was an apron! So-o of course it had no back!
Millie then said, "Look in the glass, darling!" After I did, she said, "Sit down, girls! I'll explain what we're doing and why." I guess the girls looked kinda shocked and Millie thought she'd better get things straight.
She said, "You girls have all heard of nudists' clubs and sun worshippers. Well, the ladies and I are all nudists. That means we'll have tea at the side of the pool in the secluded patio and we'll all be naked. I didn't think it was right to ask you girls to serve naked, so-o I bought these cute little costumes for you. Aren't they darling? Turn around, Norma! Model for us!"
I made a complete turn in front of everybody. Several girls giggled.
"Now, girls! Let me put on your caps and aprons!" The first two girls were a little embarrassed, but when three of us were in our serving costumes it began to seem O.K. By the time we were all in uniform we had begun to get a little fun out of it, teasing one another and giggling at all our bare buttocks.
Millie took us to the large kitchen where a young colored woman, about twenty-two or twenty-three, was preparing tea and petits fours. She looked up when we entered and Millie introduced us.
"Mary! These are our six petite waitresses who will serve the petits fours. Our guests will arrive in a few minutes."
Mary was a beautiful, shapely mulatto, almost white. She wore a tiny, sheer, white apron that was topless! And a petite white cap to top things off.
She explained that she usually works at Millie's studio. "I help Miss Mildred out every now and then when she and her lady friends have a party. They always tip real good."
We stayed in the kitchen while Mary mentioned interesting little things about "movies." She finished preparing tea and goodies for the ladies. In about twenty minutes I heard the intercom speaker buzz in the kitchen. It was Millie from poolside.
"Mary, you may serve now!"
Mary set out trays on the serving table telling us, "You can take these out now, little dollies! One tray for each lady."
Each of us took a tray, and started for the patio. The ladies were lounging in summer chaise-lounges on one side of the pool. Millie had warned us that they would all be naked, but it was still a little shock when we saw them. I know we all stopped and gaped when we first saw them ... six very attractive women ranging in age from about thirty to forty, completely naked, and fully at ease. They were chatting, laughing and sunning themselves.
"Over here, girls!" Millie called to us.
As we stood, ready to serve, Millie introduced us. "Girls, these are my sister-sunbathers. I'll bet you have something delicious for them!" Millie's sun-sisters were enthusiastic as we each walked toward one sister to place our trays on the tea tables at the side of the chaise lounges.
"Oh, Millie, darling! What a delightfully clever idea! They're just too precious, Millie!" We heard these and other highly complimentary remarks as Millie's sisters expressed their appreciation with us.
We each stood by our assigned sister, as they sampled the petit fours and sipped tea. Our duties were light and few. We just refilled their cups as needed and, several times, one of us passed a tray of various tea-cakes to them. When they finished, we moved away, then returned to the patio and stood lined up in front of them as Millie had coached us to do. Millie said, "Now! Sister sun-worshippers! The girls are going to model the latest in maids' uniforms!
"Oh! Good! Good! Jolly! Hear! Hear!" The ladies were delighted!
One by one we paraded, slowly, to the end of the pool and back. We ended our "show" in front of the sisters, slowly made one full turn and then curtsied. The women loved it. As Isolde, the last girl, ended her promenade, one sister exclaimed, "They're so darling! Just like little starlets! I'd love to take one home with me!"
Pleased, we ran back to the kitchen and helped Mary tidy up. Then we changed to our bikinis and raced one another to the beach, just in front of the cottage. Between swimming and beach volleyball, we had two hours of real fun. We went back, showered and dressed. When I looked out, the patio was empty. Millie's sisters had all left.
We heard Millie call from the living room. "Girls! Come in here!" Millie walked toward us and handed each of us a crisp, new twentydollar bill.
"Thank you so much, girls! You were just wonderful!" We smiled, pleased at her compliment.
"Would you like to serve at other parties?" she asked and smiled when we all gurgled, "Oh, yes! We'd love to!"
"Well, Norma, I'll let your sister know and she can get in touch with you girls."
It didn't take me long to figure it out. That first "tea" we served was merely an excuse for us gals to be paraded, nearly nude, in front of Millie's friends. So they could see how much they liked us and which ones they liked the best. Because the other "serving" jobs didn't involve tea at all. And a lot of times there weren't any guests whatsoever. Just the hostess!
All six of us gals got several "serving jobs during the summer. Naturally, afterwards, we all compared notes. Each of us were asked to do the same sort of thing. "Serve" the hostesses sexual needs.
How? A lot of ways.
Some of the "hostesses" wanted us to go down on them. Others wanted to go down on us. Some just wanted to make mutual love in bed. Others wanted "unusual" things to be done.
The lady who kept wanting me to serve told me she liked me because I seemed "eager."
She said, "You're so cute. Norma. And you have such lovely buttocks. As soon as I saw them, I knew I must have you!"
She didn't start out that way by any means. She only told me that after we had already been in bed. She had asked me to "serve" her on Saturday. I was thrilled at the prospect of picking up some extra money. And of the prospect of having some extra sex. Anne knew what was going to happen and she thought it was an absolutely great idea.
When I arrived at June's home (in a taxi she had sent for me), she was wearing only the thinnest negligee imaginable.
At first I thought I must be early, but then I saw her hair was neatly combed. She ushered me into her plush apartment, and suggested I sit down and relax for a moment.
She left the room and returned in just a moment with the same serving uniform I wore at Millie's "tea party."
She said, "Here, Norma. Put this on. It looks so cute on you."
I put it on and just stood in the middle of the room, wondering where the guests were. And what to do.
June was an attractive brunette, a divorcee. She was about forty. Her body was in real good condition. She noticed I was puzzled and tried to set me at ease.
"Oh, we're the only ones that will be at this party," she said, smiling. "Would you mind serving me in the bedroom?"
She walked out of the living room and down the bedroom hallway, her negligee flowing after her. I followed her. When I went into the bedroom, she had already tossed off her negligee and was lying on the sheets of her bed, her legs bent and spread.
She pointed to her pussy and told me it needed "servicing."
"Do it to me there and if you serve it right, I will give you a magnificent tip."
I went over to the bed and lay between her legs. Her pussy was spread wide open and I could see her clitoris was already throbbing. I took it in my lips and then ran my tongue up and down her pussy until June's head was thrashing from one side of the pillow to the other.
I kept at it, putting my hands under her buttocks and moving her so I had better access to all parts of her pussy. She was moaning, "Oh, that's good. That's good. Keep it up, Norma, baby."
I did. I kept at her until I could feel her come flow right out of her and into my mouth. And still, I kept at her, until she made no more movement. She was still breathing hard, but she wasn't moving at all. Then she took my head in her hands and moved me up to her face and kissed me.
She said, "Oh, baby, Norma. That was so good. It's so good to taste my come on your lips. You're good, baby."
She gave me a real big kiss and called a taxi for me. That was later after we had eaten lunch. She told me I would be back many, many times and I was glad of that. She gave me twenty dollars and a fiver besides. I "served" her again about six times that summer.
All the other girls served "private" little teas, too, and all of them made good tips. After all, we knew what we were doing!
One of the girls, Virginia, told me she got fifty dollars each time she "served" the producer's wife, Mrs. Harris. Mrs. Harris was also a semi-pro photographer. She took a lot of pictures of Virginia. Some intimate. Some innocent.
Virginia showed her mother copies of the "innocent" photos and said she was modeling. She gave her mother most of the money she earned from Mrs. Harris. Virginia's folks were kinda poor and I know it helped out.
LETTER THREE "Sexing On Film"
More than any of Norma's earlier letters, this one shows Norma's apparent lack of feeling of guilt over her various sexual activities. Even when seeing herself performing sex acts on film, she is not embarrassed or ashamed, but merely again becomes sexually excited to the point of having sex with the other woman who is running the film for her.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
You'll laugh when I tell you this! That same month I got in the movies!
Virginia called me one Tuesday morning, and asked me if she could come over. Naturally I said, "Yes." She wanted to talk privately, so I opened two cold Pepsis, and we went out on the patio where no one could overhear.
She told me how she had started on her first job as private maid to Mrs. Harris, the producer's wife, and how, on her first day, her employer went down on her. On her second day there, Mrs. Harris repeated the act and persuaded Virginia to do her. She had been "serving" Mrs. Harris once a week since then. Mrs. Harris was pretty clever. Little by little, she pumped Virginia. Of course, she promised Virginia that she would never mention a thing of what Virginia told her to anyone. Virgie finally told her all about Lani, Pua and me. She also told her about the other eighth-grade girls who used to come to Lani's place. She told Mrs. Harris that I was her first teacher and that she was very fond of me. Mrs. Harris complimented Virginia, saying she was photogenic. I looked that up. It means your photographs come out good.
Anyway! Mrs. Harris told her to ask me if I'd be interested in making a movie.
I about flipped! Would I ever!
"When do we start, Virginia?" I asked, excited.
Well, it seems that there were quite a number of "details" to work out, but Mrs. Harris would give Virginia all the information in a few days. Virginia made me promise to keep it a secret. She said, "Don't even tell Anne!"
It wasn't long! The very next Tuesday I met Virgie at ten o'clock in the morning and we took a bus to Mrs. Harris's house.
The house was a huge Hollywood type, with sunken living room and bathroom. The furniture was luxurious. Mrs. Harris was about forty-five and a little fat. She was very anxious to get started.
"Darlings! We're going to 'shoot' today!" she said. Golly, was I thrilled! Mrs. Harris had gotten my measurements from Virgie and already knew Virgie's measurements. She had ordered special wardrobes for both of us. She dressed us in typical "mod" teen clothes. I wore a "shirt-tail" dress that was more like a "tail" dress. I think a man's shirt is longer! It zipped down the front. For Virgie she got a micromini skirt, very tight, and a skintight sweater that buttoned in front. We both had barefoot sandals that were really just soles and narrow leather cross-laces. She had brought us sheer, lace-edged black panties that had no panels in front. We wore no bras!
We walked out back "on location." The Harrisses had acres around their sprawling estate. There was a path, like a public park walk, winding through trees, flowers, and shrubs. Mrs. Harris had placed an authentic "public park bench" on the edge of the path, facing a fish-pond. That was our set. Not elaborate.
In the first "shot," I walked slowly down the path, carrying several schoolbooks. I hesitated at the bench a couple of seconds, then sat down. I crossed my legs, opened a book, and started thumbing through it.
In a minute I looked up and saw Virgie coming down the path toward me. She was walking with a little twisting movement. Her breasts stuck out nice and her skirt came, honestly, just one foot below her waist. She looked plenty "sexy." I got up and ran several feet to meet her. We threw our arms around each other, pressed our bodies close, and Frenchkissed. Then I took Virgie by the hand and led her to the bench. When we sat down I started making love to her. We tongue-kissed. I started fondling her breasts. Then I started to unbutton her sweater, still tongue-kissing her. Once I had her sweater open, I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She was really getting hot! It wasn't acting! And don't think I wasn't turned on! Virgie was one of the most loving girls that Lani ever brought me!
As the script called for, I reached up and unbuttoned my dress-top, pulled it back and pushed my uncovered breasts for Virgie. She reached over and began to fondle them; fingering each protruding nipple. Then we Frenchkissed again. I put my hand on Virgie's thigh, moving it slowly up her inner thigh. Her legs spread. Now I had my hand between her legs, playing with her through her sheer panties. Right then Mrs. Harris cried, "Cut!" We were pleased at her reaction.
"Oh, darlings! That was great! I'm sure we can print every foot of it!"
She also took some special "close-ups." One of us sucking tongues, one of my unbuttoning Virgie's sweater; another of me unbuttoning my top. She also filmed us fondling each others' breasts and took some of me moving my hand up between Virgie's legs.
Mrs. Harris then said, "Enough, darlings! Let's call it a day!" After we went inside the house, Mrs. Harris asked us to "Come up to my bedroom, girls!" We followed her upstairs into a fantastic bedroom. It had a large TV, a record player combo, and even a movie screen!
She said, "Now listen! I have to drive to the studio to attend to some business. It may take an hour. Here's a "script" I want you girls to read. Do you mind reading it here? There are cokes in the frig over there. Lots of good records and mags."
"O.K." Virgie and I said at once. Mrs. Harris advised us, "If the doorbell rings, don't answer it. Just have fun." And she was gone.
I knew what I wanted to do to "have fun." I took Virgie's hands and led her toward the bed. "Come over here, sweetheart. Let's finish our scene."
Virgie shrugged! "This reminds me of the first time at Lani's." It was very much like our first time. We undressed each other in record time. Then we sucked tongues, fondled one another, and sucked each other's breasts. Then I got up and sat in a big chair. I made Virgie kneel between my legs and suck my pussybut only for a few minutes. I forced myself to push her away, so she could sit down and I could suck her pussy. When I felt she was about to come, I withdrew my tongue.
"Oh, Norma!" She pushed her pussy toward me, lifting it up. I pushed against her and we landed on the bed again. Automatically we got into the sixty-nine position and began sucking each other hungrily. Man, were we hot! We had drained each other in about five minutes. After we caught our breath, we showered and dressed.
When Mrs. Harris came in, about ten minutes later, we were sipping Pepsi's and watching color TV. I remember I was glad she didn't come back too soon.
The next day, around eleven, Virgie and I went back "on location." We met Mrs. Harris at a drugstore about three blocks from my house, and she drove us to her place. After she made us up, we put on the same costumes we'd worn the day before and went to the park bench location. Mrs. Harris had the camera already set up. We picked up the scene where we had "cut" the previous day. Virgie and I were tongue-kissing and I had my hand under her dress, between her legs.
Then I got up, pulled Virgie to me, and pointed toward the house. Virgie hesitated but I took her hand and led her up the path. Mrs. Harris shot from the rear as we walked away. We did just one more very short scene just outside the door of Mrs. Harris's bedroom. She shot us as we walked toward the bedroom and stopped in front of the door. I was still leading Virgie by the hand. I started to open the door, but Virgie pulled back. I pulled her to me and French-kissed her, my hands on her buttocks. That persuaded her. I opened the door and led her inside, closing the door behind us.
Mrs. Harris said, "It ought to be real good!" She said she would print what she had taken and run it for us in a couple of days.
Thursday afternoon Virgie phoned me-and said-we could go to Mrs. Harris's the next morning and she would run the footage she had taken. I remember how excited I was. I couldn't wait to see myself on the screen.
When we got to Mrs. Harris's house, she met us at the door in a filmy gown. Inside she hugged us both and kissed Virgie on the mouth. I noticed that Virgie kissed her right back.
Josephine, one of Mrs. Harris's sun-sisters was there, too. She was one of the six ladies we served at Millie's tea party. She, also, had on a black sheer short robe. She was sitting on the davenport and greeted us both warmly when we sat down beside her.
"How are the little starlets? I'm anxious to see you girls on film!" Virgie giggled and Mrs. Harris walked to the bar so she could fix us a little lifter. She came over with a tray and handed Virgie and me tall glasses of Pepsi. She knew that was our favorite. She handed Josie a cocktail glass three-fourths filled with an amber liquid. Her drink was the same as Josie's.
I said to Josie, "What's in your glass?"
Josie put her glass to my lips. "Here! Taste!" she urged. I took a tiny taste. It had a kinda sweetish taste but it burned. I made a face. Josie laughed as she took a good slug of it. "This's only for us 'old lushes!'"
Josie was far from old. She looked about twenty-five, although, I guess she was nearer thirty-five. She had been under contract at a movie studio for a long time. She was a very attractive woman. And stacked! She made Mrs. Harris look matronly! But Mrs. Harris was really rather stunning, too. I remember thinking, she's quite a lot older than Mom. She was on the heavy side, not flabby though. She had quite a good figure, actually. Her breasts were rather large but surprisingly firm for her age. Neither she nor Josie were wearing anything under their sheer robes that morning. They were old friends.
After we had finished our lifters, Sylvia, as Josie called Mrs. Harris, got up, smiled, and said, "Shall we preview?"
She led us upstairs to Sylvia's studio-bedroom where two love seats were placed facing the screen. Josie took my hand and said, "Let's sit here, darling." Sylvia said, "You here, Virgie." Sylvia darkened the bedroom, flipped on the projector and sat down by Virgie. The film started.
SCHOOL DAZE Featuring Gigi and Fifi (Two loving teeners)
It was in color. Then I saw me! I was walking slowly down the park path carrying schoolbooks. Wow! That shirt-skirt was really short! I walked to the bench and sat down, crossing my legs. Up went the shirt-skirt. At this point Sylvia had adjusted the camera for a quick close-up shot. The camera focused on my full breasts.
At that moment Josie put her arm around my shoulder, leaned over and whispered, "Look, Ma! No bra!" I giggled. The film was fullsized, not that 8 mm, home movie bit. It was sharp. The bright sunlight in Sylvia's garden, a fine camera, and Sylvia's expert shooting, had produced a real "pro" film. Now, Virgie approached, obviously looking for someone. I spotted her. Then we were holding each other close, standing several feet from the bench. Our mouths joined in a long French-kiss. As we kissed on the screen, I felt Josie's hand tighten on my shoulder. She lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately.
"Oh, baby!" she whispered in my ear, "You're sweet!" Her kiss felt real nice. I tingled! The film ran on.
In the scene where Virgie and I unbuttoned each other and fondled one another's breasts, I felt Josie's hand move down into my blouse. She slipped her long fingers into my bra. She was squeezing my breast gently. I didn't push her hand away. On the screen when I caressed Virgie's inner thigh and moved my hand up between her legs, I felt Josie's warm palm sliding up between my own legs. I spread my legs a little.
Then it was Virgie and me standing in front of the bench. We were kissing, pressed against each other. I pointed toward the house. In the next shot, taken from behind, we walked up the path slowly. Our arms were around each other's waists. Our buttocks swayed invitingly. I noticed one thing. On screen, things are a little sharper. The shots of our buttocks, thighs, and breasts, magnified them a little. We both looked like we had a "little more" than we really do have. As we kissed at the bedroom door and went inside, closing it, the film ended.
Sylvia flipped on the lights. "How did you like it, dollies?"
"Gee! Mrs. Harris," I said, "you're a wonderful cameraman! You made us look like screen stars!" She laughed. "You are screen stars! And I have the film to prove it."
The three of us sat there and talked, Virgie and I chattering excitedly about our picture. Sylvia had gone downstairs for a while. She returned in a few minutes carrying a tray with four drinkies on it, and two legal-size envelopes. As she passed round the drinks, she handed Virgie and me the envelopes. Hand-printed on mine was: Norma Valkyrie Films. Virgie's was the same, only it had "Virginia" on it.
As Sylvia sat down beside Virgie she smiled and said, "Open the envelopes, darlings!" We eagerly tore them open! Inside? Money! A stack of it!! We counted twenty crisp, new fivedollar bills! We gasped happily! We couldn't believe it!
"Golly, Mrs. Harris! That's too much!" She laughed. "Not one penny too much, darlings! I gave you five-dollar bills. They'll attract less attention. But don't start 'throwing them around.' Some big nose may wonder at your sudden wealth!" She laughed, "And we don't want that, do we?"
I put the bills into my teen-bag, saying to Josie, "I know just where I'll keep my loot. In my diary. No one is allowed to open that! Not even Anne!"
Mom had always taught Anne and me to respect the little privacies of others. Mom always said, "Don't ever let me hear you nosing into other people's business!" Dad felt the same way. "Stoolies" were his pet aversion. He said, "I got a bellyful of them on police beat when I was a cub reporter!"
We took a couple of sips from our drinks and Sylvia said, "Shall we preview another short film? I think you'll all be interested." Virgie and I were eager! "Oh, yes, Sylvia!" we chorused.
Mrs. Harris had insisted that we drop the formality and call her Sylvia, which we soon shortened to Syl. It seemed so much more intimate. Josie had already seen the second film. She told me later that she and Syl had previewed it, sitting right here, before Virgie and I arrived. She said, "We both got turned on watching it, Believe me!"
Even though I'm supposed to be real good in composition and have always gotten A's in English, it's going to be hard to write down my "reactions" to the next film.
As we sat on the love seats, sipping our drinks, Syl darkened the bedroom again, and started the projector ... the title was on:
Gigi and Fifi (alone at last)
I had the surprise of my life! Virgie and I were inside what was, obviously, this very bedroom! I was closing the door. We stood close together, our mouths joined in a long Frenchkiss. Our hands were fondling each other's buttocks. Then I led Virgie to the bed, laughing. God! It couldn't be! But it was! The whole scene of what Virgie and I had done while Sylvia went to the studio, was unfolding vividly on the screen. Everything! From the moment I laid Virgie on the bed to the scene in the overstuffed chair when we took turns, kneeling between each other's legs, to our hot sixty-nine scene on the bed.
I know I was too excited watching every inch of the film to think about the consequences. As I unbuttoned Virgie's sweater on the screen, I felt Josie's fingers unbuttoning my blouse. Her hands were trembling. Virgie was now unzipping my dress on the screen, and Josie's fingers duplicated the action. She was now fondling my swelling breasts as we both sat close together in the darkened bedroom and watched the schoolgirls' love scene.
When I took off Virgie's panties, I felt Josie's hot, slick tongue in my ear, laving it! Now she was sucking my earlobe. I felt her hot breath as she whispered, "Take off your little panties, baby!" I didn't hesitate. Keeping my eyes glued to the love scene, I raised up slightly, slipping my panties off, and handed them to Josie. She whispered, "That's a sweet dolly."
The film ran on about a half-hour. The fadeout was Virgie and I sitting, fully dressed, in our typical schoolgirl skirts and sweater's, innocently sipping from Pepsi bottles as we watched a TV western. At the end, Syl reached back and flipped a switch. Soft amber lighted the bedroom.
Josie had been stroking my inner thighs and petting the tuft of my pussy for the last ten minutes of the film. She had opened her thin robe and put one of my hands on her full hot breast. I fingered her nipple as I watched the love scene. Her hands were now between my slightly spread legs. I learned something that afternoon. If you're trying to "make out" with another girl, just get her into a bedroom and fondle her, as you watch two or more girls in a "hot" movie short.
When the soft light came on, there I sat naked from the wast up. My short skirt was bunched above my waist. Josie's robe was wide open. I glanced at the other love seat. I didn't have to feel embarrassed. Syl had Virgie in her arms, they were in a long soul-kiss. They had gone Josie and me one better! They were both naked!!! I was practically in a "sex trance." I threw my arms around Josie and lay close to her. Our mouths joined in a passionate Frenchkiss. Josie's long, delicate fingers were trailing over my thighs and buttocks as she drew my tongue into her mouth.
After a long moment, Josie took me in her arms and carried me to the bed, our mouths still glued together. She laid me gently on the huge bed and got on top of me. Syl and Virgie were already on the other half of the bed. Syl was sucking Virgie's breasts....
LETTER FOUR "The Whip And I"
Norma's first experience with whipping is noteworthy in that she enjoys the whipping. One gets the impression that, at some level, Norma feels she should be punished for her rebellious actions, and the whipping gratifies her unconscious need for punishment.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Well! That was another afternoon stashed among my memories!
After we had showered and dressed, we sat downstairs in the living room. By then, we were all cooled off! That you may believe!
Now that I was out of my sex trance, I started thinking about the film. Sylvia had taken it through lenses on two walls of the bedroom. The camera lenses were inserted in the center of two futuristic wall-plaques. They were camouflaged to look like a part of the plaques. The cameras, of course, were in an adjoining room. I helped Syl operate them lots of times after that.
I was starting to worry. I said, "Gee, Sylvia!
No one else will get to see that film, will they? I'd dte!"
Sylvia patted my thigh. "Of course not, baby! Do you think I'm crazy? These go into my safety deposit vault! Oh, I may show it to a few of my most trusted girlfriends! And! We four may want to enjoy it together again. But no one else!" I was reassured. I knew I could trust Sylvia. She was discreet! And very careful! She had to be! She was the wife of a famous producer!
I had a real crush on Josie for a' while. I memorized her unlisted phone number and called her the next afternoon. I wanted to see her again. I remember that I had a kind of crush on Lani, too. But no girl, outside of Anne, had ever gotten to me like Josie before. Her maid answered, "Miss Josephine is out, may I take a message?" I said, "Just say that Norma called." I was disappointed.
Well! I got her on the phone the next day, for a minute. She was "just leaving" she said, and "late for a shooting. Would I call her tomorrow morning?" It was three more days, during which I called her daily, till she finally said, "Come today, darling! At noon!" It was ten o'clock when she said that, but it seemed like a long time before I was dressed and ready to go by eleven. I killed time, till eleven-thirty, then walked two blocks to a yellow cab stand. I invested three dollars of one of my new "fives" in cab fare. I felt kinda big "taking a cab." I even played the big spender and gave the cabby a fifty-cent tip.
Josie let me in. She was wearing skintight black satin jodhpurs, a tight black pullover, and almost knee-high, black high-heeled patent leather boots. All she lacked was a riding crop. But she had one of those, too, as I soon found out! Her hair was combed very severely. Slicked down and parted in the middle. Braids hung down over her shoulders. She looked a lot different. But I liked her costume!
"Come in, darling!" She kissed my cheek lightly as she held my hands and looked down into my eyes. "Have you been a good girl?" I knew what she meant. I'd been good, all right! Anne was at the beach for a few days and I hadn't even talked to another girl since the afternoon of my film debut, except on the phone. I did play with myself mildly a couple of nights, but resisted the urge to make myself come....
"Come, sit here, baby!" She led me to the couch. She sat a couple of feet away from me, facing me. She started talking about the film and our watching it together. She asked if I enjoyed our other afternoon. She made me talk about it. She watched me intently as I told her what a lovely afternoon it was for me. She was deliberately getting me hot without even touching me. She said, "I heard from Syl that you do a neat act called Postures and Poses!" I was surprised! "Who told you that?"
"Oh, Virgie told Syl about it. She said your act is really good!" I said, "It's really not all that great!"
She smiled, "You're just modest! Would you do it for me?" I hesitated, a little shy and Josie continued, "I have a little costume you can wear. Please do, darling!"
"All right, Josie! If you really want me to."
"Come, sweet! You can change in here!" We entered the bedroom. She handed me a wisp of black material, saying, "Put this on! Take your time, baby! Come out when you're ready!" She went back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind her. I looked at the costume. It was two panels of transparent black. There was a hole at the top through which you, obviously, were supposed to slip your head. It came just about two inches below my waist. I remember I was trembling slightly as I undressed, combed my hair out and slipped the costume over my head. I was kinda nervous, too. I knew that Josie was a dancer as well as an actress. I did hope she'd like my amateur postures and poses.
I was ready! I took a last look at myself in the mirror. Wow! Those two sheer black panels were even sexier than my black babydoll that Anne likes so much. I drew close to my twin in the mirror. I kissed her mouth.
I opened the door slowly and glided out. The shades were drawn. Soft, blue, indirect lighting bathed the room. I started slowly; putting all I had into it. I posed and postured for about ten minutes. In my finale, I stopped about two feet in front of Josie. My head was back, my breasts thrown forward. With my legs wide spread, I pushed my pussy toward Josie.
"Oh, baby!" she moaned, and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me gently down beside her. I was shaking! She leaned down, pulled the panels off, and began sucking one of my breasts while she fondled the other. She sucked my breasts, giving them each full attention for several minutes. She withdrew her mouth from my breast, pulled me to her, and began French-kissing me. As she kissed me, she was fondling my buttocks. I was half-lying, sidewise to her. Then she gave my hot buttocks two little spanks as our tongues laved one another's. I let out a moan of pleasure-pain. I quivered! Josie knew the sign. She whispered in my ear, "Do you like to be whipped, baby?"
As I told you, just the sound of the word "whip" drives me crazy! I didn't answer. I just raised her hand to my mouth and licked her palm.
I began sobbing! She stroked my hair. "There, there, baby! Don't cry! Mommie will whip you!" She reached under the end-table and picked up a riding-whip. She said, "Stand up, darling, and face me!"
She started whipping my upper thighs. With the first cut of the quirt, I let out a muffled scream as the leather bit into my thigh. She whipped both thighs alternately. I looked down at myself. Red stripes covered my upper thighs. Welts were rising! Josie ordered me to "Turn around!" I obeyed.
She started whipping my upper thighs, in back. My buttocks were next. She whipped my buttocks harder!
She moaned almost continually as my whipping progressed. One last lash on my buttocks and it was over. I dropped to my knees, sobbing, my head in her lap. She stroked my hair for a couple of minutes until my sobs gradually diminished. Then, softly, she said, "Take off my boots!" I obeyed her. As I removed her boots I bent down and sucked each lovely bare toe.
"Now, my sweater, baby!" I obeyed again. Josie wore no bra! "Now! My jodhpurs!" I unfastened her belt. My hands were trembling.
She raised up enough to allow me to pull them down and off. Underneath she wore scanty, satin, skintight briefs. In seconds, I had them off, too.
Still kneeling before her, I looked up into her eyes. They drooped! A half smile was on her face. I'd like to have had a picture of her at that instant. It was the most sensual expression I have ever seen!
As her eyes held mine, she spread her legs and at the same time reached out and pressed my head very gently downward. As I lowered my head, she leaned back. Her arms spread out on the back of the davenport. She lay her head back. I gave her what she wanted and loved every second of it. She came very soon, violently! I continued to lick her pussy slowly and tenderly until she quit twitching. I had a perfect, complete orgasm right with Josie! It began the very instant I felt her starting to come!
Josie fell to the floor beside me and Frenchkissed my mouth long and lovingly. We lay back on the thick rug and dozed, my head on her arm. In about twenty minutes the phone's ringing awakened us. I heard her upset voice.
"Oh, no! Not tonight? Yes, I know! Very well! Six-thirty call! Bye!"
"Oh, damn, Norma, darling! Six-thirty at the studio! A "retake" on a scene which I thought was "in-the-can"! So-o! I'll have to be at the studio hairdressers at five-thirty to get my hair set exactly as it was in that scene. That means I'll have to hustle! I hope you won't mind! I wanted at least another hour with you, darling!" She hugged me tight and my tongue kissed her as our naked bodies pressed together.
That was a wonderful afternoon for me. It cemented the crush I had on Josie. When I undressed that night, I stood in front of a mirror and looked at my punished upper-thighs and buttocks. There were about a dozen lovely welts on them. I caressed my welted buttocks, gloating in the love-pain. Josie had been careful not to whip me where the welts would show.
By the time Anne got back from her beach trip, the welts had disappeared. It was the first severe "love-whipping" I'd ever had! And I enjoyed it!
LETTER FIVE "Love In The Afternoon"
In a letter totally devoid of mention other than her sexual needs, desires, and experiences, Norma explains how she had casual sex with a girl she met briefly and would probably never see again. Soon after, she is receiving money for "servicing" an older woman after watching the sex film she had made earlier. Again, there is no mention of any untoward feelings she may have regarding her promiscuous sexual activity.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Oh! I must mention this! Remember Pauline? I had only dated her that one time, but she called me a couple of weeks later. She said her cousin, Beatrice, from Detroit, was visiting her for a few days. She had shown Bea a snapshot I had given to her of me in a bikini.
Pauline said, "I told her what a sweet girl you are! She's dying to meet you!"
Pauline invited me over and I said, "I'd love to meet Bea!" Pauline picked me up at my house the next morning around ten. She looked lovely! She is a stunning girl. Almost majestic. I'll bet she'll make a good M.D.
As we drove to Pauline's house, she told me about Bea. "She's only my cousin, but we've always been pretty close to each other. She lived with us, here, for nine months about two years ago."
Bea was eighteen, Pauline said. "I have to cut-out soon after we get to our house. I have a conference with my next fall's faculty advisor. You and Bea can get acquainted while I'm gone. I'll probably be a couple of hours."
Bea was real cute. I took to her right off. That morning, she was wearing shorts, a halter and thong sandals. I was glad I'd worn just a skirt and sweater. I remember I considered wearing something more dressy, but it was just too warm for that. Pauline took off in a few minutes. "Have fun!" she said and she was gone. Pauline's folks both worked, like mine did. Bea and I had the house to ourselves.
She said, "Sit there a minute, Norma!" She pointed to the davenport. "I'll mix some drinks! What do you like?"
I said, "Oh! I tasted a rum drink once and I'd like to try one! If you have rum?"
"Do I have rum? Wow! Uncle George had two cases delivered only yesterday! It's his and Aunt Martha's favorite pepper-upper! He likes Coke with it. Will that be O.K.?"
"Just fine thanks," I answered.
Bea brought our drinks in and sat by me, "Take a sip, Norma. I hope it's not too strong!" I sipped it.
"Um-m! Good!" I said, but I could tell I wasn't sipping just a plain Coke. It was really a pepper-upper!
Bea got up and put on a disc. A real neat jazz record. She brought an index of their records over to me.
"Here, Norma!" She handed me a pencil. "Check some of your favorites and I'll play them for you." She sat by me, looking over my shoulder as I checked a half-dozen LP's.
"Oh, Norma! You really pick 'em! I like every one of these, too." Bea put the six LP's on. She turned the volume low so we could still talk. The record music, mostly "jazz instrumentals," just drifted in.
Bea didn't waste much time getting acquainted. She didn't use the cautious approach, asking me if I liked boys, and all that jive. She asked me right off, "Do you have a steady girl friend?"
I said, "No! I don't go steady!" She told me there was one girl at home that she went out with quite a lot. "But!" she said, "We both have other dates!"
I got confidential, telling her about Lani, Pua and me. She beamed! "Ooh! a 'threesome!' I like those. My girl friend, her sister, and I 'sneak a threesome' whenever we can. I wish we had a nice apartment like Lani's."
The rum was doing a job. I was looking at Bea's breasts. She noticed that. "You like them?" Nothing timid about Bea. I said, "They're real nice." She laughed. "Nothing wrong with yours, either." I said, "Thank you, ma'am."
"Your glass is empty, Norma. Let me get you a refill. Excuse me!" She went to the kitchen and returned in a couple of minutes. She hand ed me a glass. Smiling, she raised her glass in a toast, "To us!" We clinked glasses and I repeated, "To us!"
We sat and sipped and chatted. Bea had moved closer to me. She put her hand on my thigh as we talked. Suddenly, she said impetuously, "Oh, Norma! You'll think I'm awful!" She giggled! "Do you know what I'd like to do? I want to take off your sweater! There! I said it!" I was surprised! The frontal attack! I said, "All right! If you want to, Bea! I don't mind!"
She had my sweater off and in seconds had unsnapped my bra and taken it off too. "I knew it!" She was pouting. "Yours are bigger than mine! See?" She untied her halter and pushed her breasts out for my inspection. She reached over and took my breasts in her hands. "Norma! They're lovely! May I kiss them?" For an answer I just gently pulled her head down. She drew one hard nipple then the other into her mouth. She laved and sucked my breasts for a couple of minutes. I started to boil! If a girl just touches my breasts I start getting hot! Once they have one of my nipples in their mouth, I'm really gone!
"Oh, Bea! That's too good!" She stopped for a couple of seconds and looked up at me, smiling, "You like it Norma?"
"Like it? I love it!" I said, and she tongued my nipples again. In a minute I pushed her gently away. I wanted to be the aggressor! I said, "Now! My turn!" She leaned back and pushed her breasts out as I lowered my mouth to her nipple. She caressed my shoulders and stroked my hair as I sucked her positively delicious breasts. I withdrew my mouth in two or three minutes and our mouths joined in a long French-kiss. As our long kiss ended, Bea blew out her breath. "Whew, Norma! I think we go for each other!" She picked up her glass and handed me mine, "Let's cool down a bit." She lit a cigarette and passed the box to me, "Smoke?"
"No thanks, Bea," I said.
We sipped our drinks and listened to the records. "Dig that, Norma! I'm a Brubeck fan! He's the greatest!" When we had finished our drink, Bea, with no preliminaries, said, "Norma, darling! As long as your Lani and Pua are in Hawaii and my girl friend is in Detroit and we're here, why don't we just have a party?"
I must have looked interested, because she said, "Come on!" She got up, took my hand and led me into her and Pauline's bedroom.
Well! It wasn't the hottest love scene I'd ever played, but it was real fun. Bea laughed and joked as we made love. It wasn't till the last ten minutes, in the sixty-nine position, that she forgot about being a comedian.
Only then did I really begin to appreciate her real expertise. She wasn't laughing then. How could she? She had her face way up between my legs, licking and sucking at my pussy, trying to grab at my clitoris. Finally she succeeded. She rolled it with her tongue and moved her tongue back and forth I thought I would go clean out of my mind!
I was getting so hot, I tried to get up to keep from coming, but Bea would have nothing of that. Both her hands pressed against my breasts, hard, and she forced me down. Then she moved so her body, her pussy was right above my face. She moved her pussy down so that it made contact with my face. I couldn't have gotten up then even if I wanted to! But who wanted to?
I love to suck pussy almost as much as I love someone to suck mine. Besides, there's really something about two girls sixty-nining it together. It's so personal! It's so wonderful!
You tell one another things with your tongue and you can answer back. Bea was great at answering back! If I wanted her to run her tongue up and down my slit, I'd do that to her. Then, just a second later, she would do it to me, too, each time she did, I felt like I was going to come off right then.
Somehow, I managed to hold off. Good thing, too, because it was so very good. I could tell she was getting there, too, cause she spread her legs real wide so I could get into her more. I held her all the more tightly, and put my tongue right up her vagina! She did the same to me. We did that for a long time, I moving up and out of her vagina, she moving up and out of mine. Then it happened! We both had a fantastic blast together! It was perfect!
Five minutes later, Bea was her usual jolly self; joking, laughing and teasing me. No kisses! No caresses! When Pauline came in we were dancing together, laughing and clowning. Unless Bea told her, I'll bet Pauline never suspected that we had "made out" in the bedroom. I didn't see Bea again but she writes to me. Always funny, silly stuff. Never a hint of sex. I like her!
Just two days later, Virgie called me in the afternoon, "Hi! Norma! How would you like to see our film again?"
I was delighted at the prospect. I'd been seeing it again in my mind. Virgie said that Mrs. Harris was showing it to another of her nudist sisters and Virgie and I, the co-stars, were invited. The next noon, we were at Mrs. Harris's house.
Syl let us in. She kissed my cheek and kissed Virgie on the mouth. She was exuberant! "I'm so glad you girls could make it! Come and meet Pamela!"
"Pam, this is Virgie." She said, taking my hand. "Norma, this is your mistress for this afternoon. Won't she be a lovely little slave, Pam?" She laughed and I giggled. Going along with the script, I bowed very low before Pam. Pam smiled at me, very broadly as she took my hand and laughingly pulled me down beside her.
"Syl! You say the cutest things!" Syl laughed. So-o! We got off to a make-believe start. It was very jolly.
Syl asked, "Now, ladies, what may I serve you?"
Pam said, "May I have a Cuba Libre, Syl?"
"Right! One Cuba Libre. And you, Miss?" She turned to Virgie.
"A Pepsi, please, with a dash of vodka," Virgie giggled, "Just a dash!"
"And you, Ma'mselle?"
"Could I have a rum and Coke?" I asked.
"Ho! Ho! A Caribbean devotee! Of course, darling!" Syl said lightly.
We sat sipping our drinks for the longest time. Pam had just flown in from London after six weeks "on location" there. She was telling us about the shooting and some of the amusing incidents. She finished with "and the English girls are veddy lovely!"
Syl laughed, "You would find that out!"
In just a few minutes, Syl said, "Shall we see the film?"
"Oh, yes!" Virgie and I said in unison while Pam exclaimed, "I'm dying to see it! Syl says you girls are fantastic!"
We went to Syl's "boudoir studio." It was set up as before. The two love seats faced the screen. Pam and I sat together on one, Syl and Virgie sat on the other one.
Syl darkened the room and started the film. Pam reacted almost exactly as Pauline had when she and I previewed "School Daze." When Virgie was shown unzipping my dress and fondled my breasts, I felt Pam's hands at the buttons of my blouse. As Virgie sucked my breast in the movie, Pam leaned down and drew one of my nipples into her hot mouth, oh so very gently. She sucked on it for just a few seconds. I would have enjoyed a few seconds more. As I was shown moving my hand up Virgie's inner thigh toward her pussy, I felt Pam's soft palm slip up my own inner thigh. As she reached home plate, I spread my legs. She was now teasing my clitoris with her fingertip. She had unzipped her dress in front, to her waist.
Then, with her free hand, she took my hand and placed it on her own naked breast. There was more than a handful! You can believe it! I was getting plenty hot!
This time there was no break in the film. On Part II just the subtitle "Alone at Last" flashed on before Virgie and I were in the bedroom.
I kept getting hotter! Between watching Virgie and me in our love scene and Pam's caresses, I came a little bit, twice, during the bedroom scene.
The film ended. Syl flipped on the soft light. She and Virgie hurried to the bed! Pam picked up three cushions and threw them on the floor. She stripped and I did likewise. She lay on her back, her arms outspread: "Come little slave! Your mistress needs you!"
I quickly lay on top of her. Our mouths came together in our first kiss. Our bodies didn't quite fit. Pam pushed me down so that our pussies kissed each other! She was moving her pelvis in a maddening, slow, circular motion. She was alternately spreading my buttocks and squeezing them gently together, just like Anne does it. I love that! Every few minutes she would spank my buttocks a couple of times, oh so lightly.
I wanted her to spank me more! In about twenty minutes, during which Pam slowed down, occasionally, to make it last, she whispered, "Are you ready, little slave?"
"I'm ready! Ready! Ready! Dear mistress!"
That must have been what she was waiting to hear. I was still on top of her. She started pushing her pussy up against mine, real hard. She started grinding so that my clitoris kept touching hers. Each time it did, it seemed like it would burst into flames.
My clitoris was throbbing. So was my vagina. So was every part of my body. She moved her hand down. The next thing I knew, she put a couple fingers up my vagina. She moved them around. I couldn't stand it any more. I screamed. I moved my pussy upward against her. She slammed hers against me. We both came at the same time. We both flowed a long moment. She "came to" before I did.
"You were lovely, little slave!" She gently drew my tongue deep into her mouth.
We showered, dressed and lounged in the living room for half an hour. Virgie and I sat with our heads on our lovers' shoulders while they petted us.
Syl said, "Is everybody happy?" Everybody was happy.
When Virgie and I were about to leave, at four-thirty, Pam said to me, "Little slave! I want to buy you a nice gift but I don't know when I'll have a free day to shop. Will you take this and get something nice for yourself?" She put some bills in my purse. Smiling, she said, "With my love," and kissed my cheek.
Pam drove Virgie and me back. She let us out about two blocks from my house. Virgie lived close by. I looked in my purse. Pam had given me twenty dollars. Virgie had the same amount from Syl. It was a lovely afternoon for Virgie and me. A-n-d! We got paid for it!
LETTER SIX
"My Sex-With-Sis Act
Not only did Norma regularly have incestuous sex with her sister, but soon made herself available for "booking" by an older woman who supplied certain customers with a voyeuristic sex act. Thus, Norma and her sister put on a sex "performance" for two elderly ladies with unusual desires. Despite the fact the situation would shock most who learned about it, Norma does not write of any feelings of hesitation in satisfying these unusual sex desires.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Anne returned from her ten-day beach party the next day about two-thirty. Was I ever glad to see her! She had a real fab tan! She looked wonderful!
In our room I helped unpack and put her things away as she gabbed on, telling me about the beach party. There were ten girls, all of them members of her sorority. The beach cottage belonged to Marianne's folks. It was set to sleep at least ten people. There were two bedrooms, with two double beds in each, and two davenports in the front room, which converted to three-quarter beds. It was a half block from the beach.
They barbecued a lot, on the patio, and had bonfires and weenie-roasts at night, on the beach. It was about forty miles down the coast toward San Diego, in a new beach development. It wasn't swarming with surfers like Balboa, Newport, and the older, more popular beaches. Three of the girls had portable record players and there was a neat hi-fi at the house. Several girls brought a few of their favorite albums and singles. Two of the seniors had convertibles. They had several of their alumnae down on the weekend. One of their rich-bitch alumnae, Susan, drove down the first day and brought them a little present; ten fifths of vodka and three cases of Pepsi. They had a king-size frige.
All ten girls knew each other intimately, of course. Three of the couples were "going steady."
When Anne was unpacked, she flopped into the big chair. "Well, that's that! Come here, sweetheart! Sit on my lap! You haven't even given me a real nice kiss yet!"
I sat on Annie's lap and we tongue-kissed for two or three long minutes. I felt her hand under my skirt. It moved up my thigh.
"Baby! Didn't you forget something?" She smiled her naughty smile.
"Oh, Anne!" I said apologetically and jumped up! "I am out of the habit!" Standing in front of her, I reached up under my skirt and slipped off my panties. As I sat down Anne's hand again slipped between my legs. She smiled and said, "That's a nice baby!" We French-kissed again. It was wonderful being back in sis's arms.
It was fun making love with other girls and I had enjoyed my three dates with Anne's alumnae sisters. Pauline's cousin, Bea, and I had a great time together that one day.
It was pretty exciting, too, having all those sex sessions with the older women. They were so nice to me. But I really love Anne! With other girls, it's just "sex," although I do get a temporary crush once in a while. And I know that Anne's in love with me, too. She dates other girls and I know that she and her sorority-sisters have sex parties often. But I'm not jealous. And Anne encourages me to see other girls occasionally, too.
I promised Mrs. Harris I wouldn't tell about the movie or the parties at her house for me and Virgie, but I can't keep a secret very long from Anne. Finally, I just had to break down and tell Anne about all of my experiences.
I told her the next morning after breakfast. Annie and I were sitting on the davenport, downstairs. I giggled.
"Anne! I have some confessions to make!"
She laughed. "Have you been naughty again?"
I told her about Virgie serving Millie's nudist sisters privately and getting fifty dollars each time. I remember Anne was surprised. She said, "Hey! that little one is getting real hip!" Then I told her about the film and about Mrs. Harris giving Virgie and me one hundred dollars each in crisp five-dollar bills.
Anne said, "It wasn't half enough!"
When I confessed about my paid dates with Pam and Josie, Anne listened even more intently. I even told her about Josie's whipping me with the riding-quirt. When I described the welts Pam had put on my upper thighs and buttocks, Anne got real hot! She leaned over and French-kissed me passionately and gave me two or three spanks on my bare buttocks.
When I had finished talking Anne said, "Well, sweetheart! I guess it's time for me to confess a few things, too. "I've been kinda waiting for the right moment to tell you." I was all ears, because Anne looked quite serious.
She started, "I, too, have dated quite a number of older women for the last two years."
Wow! I couldn't believe it!
She went on. "I first got started with Aunt Mildred. I was fifteen then. After a few dates, Millie made an appointment for me to go to Chinita's apartment one afternoon. Chinita told me that she was a 'booker.' She booked shows and single-acts for very exclusive private clubs and parties. She also booked young girls. I remember she once said, "There are a lot of lonely older women who like an attractive teen-girl to baby-sit with them!'"
Anne laughed as she remembered it all. "Chinita furnished the baby-sitters! I 'baby-sat' for Chinita's older women, about once a week for two years. Chinita even took out a bank account for me. Every time I 'baby-sat,' she deposited fifty dollars in my account. She kept the bank book, but showed me the total from time to time. It added up pretty fast."
Anne went on. "The ladies always gave me a nice tip, too. Usually twenty dollars but never less than ten. That was my 'pin-money'" She laughed again.
"Golly, Anne! That's fab! You must have a fortune!"
"Not a fortune, baby, but a fair-sized bundle."
Anne said, that Chinita had asked her if she'd like to bring me on a double date with two of her ladies. Anne had never told me about that, but had thought about it. She said, "Do you think you'd like that, sweetheart?"
"Oh, Anne! I think that would be real fun!" She kissed my cheek. "Good, sweetheart! I'll tell Chinita."
It was early in August when Anne and I got our first "baby-sitting" assignment together. Chinita told us to be at her flat at ten one Monday morning. It was just after my fourteenth birthday. Anne was now sixteen. At Chinita's we changed clothes, for as Anne told me, Chinita always picked the "baby-sitter's" costumes. She had a large wardrobe room with blouses, skirts, undies, even shoes. She dressed us and fixed our hair. She always chose things that emphasized our youth.
That morning, I remember, she combed Anne's lovely brown hair out and let it hang about her shoulders. She braided my hair and tied two little blue ribbons in big bows. She did not let us use makeup. Not even rouge.
When Anne and I were ready, we typified two innocent, vivacious teeners. If you discounted our breasts and curves, we looked about twelve and fourteen.
Chinita briefed us. The two ladies we would "baby-sit" for were around fifty. Both very cultured. Of course, Chinita knew that Anne and I were sister-sweethearts. She said, "These two ladies are very good customers! I know them well. I know what they like. They're strictly voyeurs!" I remember asking Anne what a voyeur was? She said, "A person who just likes to watch."
Chinita continued. "They'll treat you girls real nice. They ask only one thing. They want to watch you girls make love!"
I looked at Anne and said, "Golly, Chinita! I don't know if I could do that in front of two strangers!"
Chinita laughed. "You won't be strangers five minutes after you get there."
Come to think of it. This voyeurism wasn't new to me! I know Pua gets a bang out of watching Lani and me going at it. And I, too, enjoy watching other girls making love.
About ten-thirty a uniformed Negro chauffeur arrived at the door. As we left, Chinita handed Anne a little cardboard box. Chinita waved, saying, "Be good!" And she didn't mean "virtuous!"
Mrs. Carlson and Mrs. Johnson were both widows. They lived together in a rather old-fashioned mansion. The stone two-story house was in the middle of a whole block of land. Old palm trees lined the driveway, which wound to the porte-cochere. A ten-foot wall surrounded their property. The high, iron-gates opened with an "electric eye" as we drove up. At the carport, a houseman opened the car door and bowed us out. A young, attractive, neatly uniformed Negro maid opened the door for us. She smiled, "Come in, girls! The ladies are expecting you!" She winked at me!
I won't try to describe the house in detail. I found out later that it was built by Mrs. Carl son's father around 1900. He was a copper magnate. That's why it was so old-fashioned!
The ladies met us at the living-room entrance, each smiling a warm welcome.
"Oh! You girls look so cute!" one said. "I can see that you're sisters! Sit down, dears!"
We sat on the davenport. And, as Chinita had predicted, we didn't feel like strangers after five minutes.
The maid soon entered and served the tea. After we were served, Mrs. Carlson turned to the maid and said, "That will be all, Chloe, thank you. You may have the rest of the day off."
"Oh, thank you, Ma'am!" Chloe said happily as she went out.
After tea, we returned to the living room. There were two davenports facing each other. The ladies, hand-in-hand, moved to one. Mrs. Carlson motioned toward the other davenport.
"You girls sit right there! You're so cute together! I'll bet you just love each other!" Anne and I sat down.
Mrs. Johnson said, "I think it's lovely when two young sisters are fond of each other! Do you girls sleep together?"
Anne said, "Yes, indeed!" Mrs. Carlson smiled. I could see she was anxious for us to get started! She giggled, "I'll bet you girls like to kiss each other!"
Anne said, "We don't talk it down!" That brought a laugh from Mrs. Carlson and she leaned forward.
"Oh, we'd love to see you kiss!" she exclaimed, "Would you do that for us?"
That was our "cue." We already knew why we were there! Anne pulled my mouth to hers and we French-kissed for several minutes. Both ladies were leaning forward so far I thought they would fall out of their chairs.
Anne whispered in my ear, "Stick your tongue out, sweet!"
With our mouths apart, we licked each other's tongues, facing sideways so the ladies could get a good view! When we ended our kiss, both ladies were flushed. Mrs. Carlson panted, "Oh, girls! That was sweet! Kiss her again, Anne!"
This time, as we sucked tongues, Anne fondled my braless breasts through my blouse. She withdrew her mouth and hand in a couple of minutes. The ladies were sitting closer together, holding hands, their eyes were glued on us.
Mrs. Johnson now leaned forward, licking her lips.
"Oh, girls! That left me breathless! Once more, p-l-e-a-s-e!" She was begging us.
Again we "soul-kissed," only this time, Anne took my hand and put it on her breast. She was leading me, as usual. I soon felt her hand on my bare thigh, and she began caressing my inner thighs.
My skirt was almost up to my waist. My legs were spread a little. That did it! As we parted, both ladies got up hurriedly and came toward us. They took each of us by the hand. Mrs. Carlson said very softly, "Come girls! Let's go inside!"
They led us into a gorgeous, high-ceilinged, boudoir. It was far too plush to be called a bedroom! A tapestry-covered love-seat was placed about two feet in front of the bed. They led us to the front of the bed.
Mrs. Johnson said, "There! Isn't that a nice lovers' couch?"-She smiled, "All for you, girls!"
Anne undressed me first. Then I undressed her and she gently lay me down on the bed. She got on the bed right next to me. We had gotten each other turned on pretty good in the living room and we went on from there.
As Anne sucked my breasts, I glanced at the ladies. They were sitting close together, holding hands. Both looked pretty excited as they leaned forward, watching our every movement.
Anne and I sucked each other's breasts and stroked one another's thighs for awhile. Then Anne reached over and picked up the little box that she had placed on the bedside stand. I knew what was inside and I shivered with anticipation! Anne took out the nylon "cat" from the box. Standing beside the bed, she began "love-whipping" me!
There I go again. I'm getting hot just telling this! When I think of my being "love-whipped," I feel I could explode. Even five minutes after a girl has made love to me!
Anne didn't whip me long. She handed me the "cat" and lay down on her back. It was my turn to stand beside the bed and whip Anne! As I whipped her swollen breasts, her thumb-long nipples stuck out and I heard little moans from the love-seat.
I gave Anne a final lash right between her legs and again I lay down beside her. Anne raised up so she could straddle my face with her legs. Her mouth was soon between my legs and we were in our favorite sixty-nine position. Anne told me afterward, "I got turned on so high, I forgot all about the ladies watching us!" It was the same with me.
I always go nutty with the sixty-nine bit.
Anne knows just what to do to get my pussy yowling! She did it then.
She buried her face deep into my pussy, her nose gently titillating my clitoris, her hands gently spreading my buttocks.
Suddenly, I felt Anne's fingers in the crevice of my buttocks, then next to my anus. She was going to push her finger inside it! I kissed her pussy all the more. Her sweet juices began to turn me on even more so! Her finger was slowly going deep into my anus. If you've never had a finger up your anus, you just haven't lived. It's really great! Anne hadn't done that to me since she went on her beach trip! As soon as she did that, pushing in as far as she could, I parted her buttocks. I did the same thing to her! Then it was her turn to moan.
I did what Anne liked me to do best to her pussy. I licked it as if I were a little black cocker spaniel, back and forth, slow, but with a lot of pressure. Anne widened her legs even more, and that made more pressure on my finger. It was still buried deep in her anus. And her finger was still in mine!
Then we started the slow rocking motion that both of us liked so much. We'd roll back and forth, from one side to the other, and try and not lose a lick at each other's pussy! Don't think that wasn't hard! Try it sometime!
We did it good, though. We were well practiced at it. And we were both so hot by now that we couldn't hold back much longer even if we wanted to! Anne started to go first. I could tell by the way she buried her face even deeper into my pussy and started sucking on my clitoris. That touched me off too! I did the same to her. We both came about the same time!
When we had blown our tops, or bottoms, we lay side by side in a languorous soul-kiss. Now we heard our appreciative voyeurs.
Mrs. Carlson said, "You girls were so sweet! Wonderful lovers!"
Mrs. Johnson said, "You're really sister-sweethearts! You're lovely together!" Pleased and satisfied, we sat up and Mrs. Carlson pointed to the doorway, "There's the shower, darlings!"
When we finished showering and were getting dressed, Mrs. Carlson came back into the room. She had removed her formal dress and jewelry and her hair was down. She wore an ankle-length sheer black gown and bedroom slippers. I remember thinking what a nice figure she had for a woman of fifty.
"You girls were really sweet! You gave Mona and me a lot of real pleasure. We hope to have you over again!" She smiled happily and handed Anne an envelope, saying. "Here's a little token of our gratitude. Thank you so very much!" Anne took the envelope, replying, "Thank you, Mrs. Carlson."
"Jackson will be waiting with the car at the door," Mrs. Carlson said, "Mona asked me to thank you for her also. Goodbye for now."
As Jackson drove us back to Chinita's, Anne opened the envelope. Two fifty-dollar bills! So-o! That was a nice payment for Anne's and my premiere of our sister-act!
Chinita phoned Anne the next morning, again complimenting her. "The ladies loved your act! I think you girls have a gold mine!" Anne and I did our act once or twice a week till school started. All the ladies for whom we "baby-sat" were older women; several of them were around sixty. Each one wanted a little different type of "show." Most of them wanted us to do our sister-act.
There was this one woman I must mention. She persuaded us to do something that Anne and I had never even heard of! Chinita, who always told us in advance what each lady liked, was not very explicit about this specific assignment. All she said was, "This woman is rather unusual. She has rather exotic tastes. However, she pays double! You girls will get one hundred dollars each for your sister-act this afternoon." She wouldn't even give us a hint as to what we could expect!
Chinita sent us in a cab. It was about noon on a Tuesday when we arrived. It was a nice, but not too large bungalow, in a fairly new district in West Hollywood. The lawn, shrubs and flowers in front, were beautiful. They showed the regular care of a "pro" gardener.
Mrs. Hamilton met us at the door. "Come in, girls!" she said, smiling. "I was expecting you! I love your cute little dresses! They're darling!"
Mrs. Hamilton was in her early fifties. She was a divorcee. Chinita said that about three years earlier, she had been involved in some kind of scandal involving several young girls. With her husband's influence and a top attorney, the D.A. decided not to prosecute. But her husband filed for a divorce shortly afterward. She didn't contest it.
Chinita said, "She's been more careful ever since. When she needs a 'baby-sitter' now, she calls me!"
The jam Mrs. Hamilton had been in involved her alleged molesting of junior-hi girls. She'd drive by a junior-hi about three o'clock, as school was letting out, and offer a ride home to a girl who caught her eye.
Anne had warned me about getting into a strange woman's car ... some of them are "way out" sadists. They can be pretty vicious!
Anne and I were shown to a davenport and Mrs. Hamilton sat opposite us in a comfortable occasional chair.
First, she brought us tall glasses of some new brand of cola. All colas taste something a-like. But this brand, I forget the name, did have a rather distinctive taste. It was real good! Especially since it was pretty warm that afternoon. Mrs. Hamilton said, "I'm sorry, but my air conditioning is kaput! They have to install a new generator. Why don't you girls just slip off your dresses? No one will be here but us girls!" She laughed.
This time Anne and I were dressed in sheer panties and low-cut, narrow, strapless bras. Mrs. Hamilton had on a sheer shortie gown. Period! One thing about Chinita's ladies, they didn't beat about the bush. They pay well and they know that Chinita's little girls came ready and willing to please. Mrs. Hamilton said, "Chinita told me that you're sister-sweethearts, I think that's wonderful! Do you ever play with each other?"
Anne said, "We do sometimes."
"Oh, lovely! I'd love to watch you! Would you do that now?"
Anne said, "If it would please you, Mrs. Hamilton."
"Oh! It would, a lot!" We gave Mrs. H. a little extra! We took off our bras and fondled each other's breasts for a couple of minutes, first. Then we took off each other's panties, and spread one another's legs wide open. Then, we started. We teased each other's clitoris for several minutes and then began slow in-and-out movements with our middle fingers. In a couple of minutes, Mrs. Hamilton walked over, took our hands and raised us up. Then she sat down beside us on the davenport. We faced her wondering, what now?
She said, "Stand close to me, girls! Spread your legs!" Reaching out with both hands, she pushed her left middle finger up my pussy and her right one up Anne's. She was playing with both of us at the same time! It felt real nice! I've always liked to have another girl play with me. I still remember the first time Anne played with me! Mrs. Hamilton only did it for a few minutes. It made us both a little hot, but not so that we would come. We had had a nice sixty-nine that morning before we left the house.
"Oh, girls! You lucky things! You have the sweetest, tightest little pussies ever! Sit down now and relax! I'll get us a refill."
She returned with tall glasses of cola. She put on a neat LP. We listened, chatted, and sipped our colas. We finished our second tall glasses of cola. I said, "Where's the John, Mrs. Hamilton? I gotta go!" Anne said, "Me, too! I'm full of cola." Mrs. H. looked delighted. "Oh, do my babies have to wee-wee?" she giggled, "Come on, babies, I'll take you potty!" Anne and I laughed and she took us by the hands, leading us into the bathroom.
I noticed it first! It was an ordinary bathroom but it had an extra-large tub! It must have been nine feet long! And it was extra wide!
Mrs. Hamilton shut the door after us and let her robe fall to the floor. We all stood there naked for a few seconds. Anne started to sit down on the toilet seat.
"Oh, no, baby! Not like that! You'll waste it! I want you both to do something for me which drives me crazy," Mrs. H. said, and got into the bathtub, lay on her back and spread her legs.
"Come, babies, get into the tub with me!" she implored.
We did!
"Now," she commanded, "Stand facing each other!" We did!
"Now, darlings, squat over me!" We squatted! Anne's pussy was just above her breasts and my pussy was just above Mrs. Hamilton's widespread pussy.
"Oh, lovely!" Mrs. H. said breathlessly, caressing Anne's firm buttocks. "Now, darlings, pee on me!" She almost shrieked it!
Both Anne and I really had to go so that was no problem. Then, too, Chinita had said "she pays extra." A hundred dollars for peeing! So-o, we both let loose! She moaned and writhed as our warm urine cascaded down her breasts and pussy and ran between her legs. When we finished, she kissed and sucked both our wet pussies for quite a while. She seemed to especially enjoy doing that. Then she wanted us to use both of our hands on her breasts, pumping them, I guess I should say, milking them. She wanted us to squeeze them so hard that they hurt her.
We told her we didn't want to do it and she whimpered and started licking first my pussy, and then Anne's. Finally we agreed. She forced me down on her face and wanted me to just sit there while she forced her tongue in and out of my vagina. While she did that to me, Anne kneaded her breasts real hard. Then she wanted us to switch again. So Anne sat on her face and I kneaded her breasts.
Her breasts were real large and fatty and they felt funny in my hands. She didn't want us to do anything else to her but squeeze her breasts real hard. The whole thing was so strange to Anne and I that neither of us got very excited. It was also uncomfortable in the tub.
Finally, Mrs. Hamilton rose and turned on a strong shower. We all washed ourselves thoroughly. We got out of the tub and Mrs. Hamilton insisted on toweling us dry. When we were dry, she lifted her mouth to first mine, then to Anne's.
"Kiss me, darlings!" she beckoned.
We both gave her a nice French-kiss. She was burning up! She said, "Come into the bedroom, girls!" We followed her in, not knowing what to expect next!
She went to the dresser and took out two whips. She told Anne and me to sit in two straight chairs, side by side. She handed each of us a whip.
"Now, punish me! I've been very naughty!" She dropped to her knees and spread my legs. She began to suck my pussy! I started to whip her! She alternated between Anne and me, sucking us a couple of minutes each time. We both whipped her!
She seemed to really like it when we hit her. And I started to like it, too. It gives you a real funny feeling once you get behind a whip. The crack it makes is a real turn-on. Watching the whip cut into flabby flesh gives you an eerie feeling, almost like you're God. And then welts begin to come out, that's real exciting, too. I guess what's most exciting is knowing how much it hurts and hearing the whimpers of the whipped. I guess maybe more than anything, you get a real sense of power. That was the way I felt with Mrs. Hamilton. She really did need to be punished.
I guess I should admit that hitting her made me think I was hitting my own mother. And that gave me pleasure, too. Once, I even imagined it was my mother sucking my pussy and it was her bottom I was whipping. But Mrs. Hamilton's moans brought me out of that thought.
Suddenly she went into sort of a convulsion and collapsed on the floor, sobbing.
Anne motioned to me. We went out, dressed and left. While we were quickly dressing Mrs. Hamilton's sobs were diminishing. Before we left it was quiet. I guess she had fallen into a "deep sleep."
Chinita was parked across the street. She'd been waiting for us. I guess she wanted to make sure that everything was O.K. I think Chinita was a little afraid that Mrs. Hamilton might get "violent" some time. To my knowledge, she never did.
LETTER SEVEN "More Whips And Fetishes!"
Here, Norma is "hired" to whip a girl mercilessly. No doubt part of Norma's expressed enjoyment results from her close identification with the girl she is whipping. In many ways, their situations are similar. Both Leona, the whippee, and Norma, the whipper, are imprisoned! Leona, by her circumstance in life; Norma by her own depraved sexuality. Also noteworthy is Norma's reaction to an unusual fetish. All judgment seems to have left Norma. She seems to be willing to "try anything." Indeed, she appears compelled to do so.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Well! That was our introduction to a "fetish" which I learned since, is not too uncommon. Anne was very curious. Mildred let her read a book entitled Flagellation and Self-Debasement. I didn't read it but Anne told me all about it later. Man! There are a lot of things people will do to debase themselves!
Chinita said, "That was your 'trial by fire!' If you can take Mrs. Hamilton, my other ladies will be a breeze for you."
Anne and I worked our "sister-act" for Chinita quite regularly. One morning she called and asked if I'd like a single date for that day. I asked Anne and she said, "Go ahead, sweetheart!"
Chinita told me, "Come to my place a little early. I want you to try on some new costumes I just bought." Chinita dressed me in a costume a lot like the one Josie wore the day she whipped me with the riding crop. Black skintight capris, tight man's shirt and necktie, and black, patent-leather, high-heeled boots.
"Today, you're a hired disciplinarian." She said, and explained further, "Mrs. Collins keeps this seventeen-year-old girl, Leona. She sends her to school and gives her everything. She had done this for more than a year. She's very jealous of her. I guess Ruth likes to "get together" with a girl her own age, once in a while, but Mrs. Collins came home, unexpectedly, and caught Leona red-handed. She was in the bedroom with another young girl."
Then Chinita said, "Mrs. Collins wants her 'whipped' good! Can you do it?"
I told her I could do it and agreed to act as "whipper!" To be honest, I really "looked forward" to the job. It always "sends" me to whip another girl.
Chinita drove me to Mrs. Collins' house. As she let me out she said, "Just stay one hour! Not one minute more!" Chinita told me that Mrs. Collins had paid the minimum fee and Chinita wasn't about to give anything away for free.
In Mrs. Collins' living room, we sat down to talk. She looked approvingly at my costume. Especially she liked the high-heeled boots. They gave me quite a little extra height. She took a whip out of a desk drawer and handed it to me. It was a lot like Anne's nylon "cat," but the strands were leather. I lashed it across one of my boots. Yes, it was a "severe punishment" whip.
Mrs. Collins poured me a pretty "stiff" shot of vodka and a Coke chaser. Then she poured one for herself. She held up her glass in a toast.
"Happy-whipping!" she said.
I tossed down the straight vodka and followed it with a gulp of Coke. It warmed me up fast. I've found out something. Anne and I have got so we drink a couple of shots of vodka once in a while in the afternoon at home. Every time, I want to whip Anne afterward. She often says, "You're a little sadist!"
In a few minutes Mrs. Collins decided it was time and guided me into the bedroom. The lights were on. A naked girl lay spread-eagled on the bed, on her back. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed with nylon stockings. She looked up as we entered. She was beautiful, her body voluptuous. She gave me a slight sensual smile. It made me hot! Mrs. Collins nodded toward her. "Here's the naughty girl I want punished!"
Ordering her to untie Leona, Mrs. Collins said, "Come! we'll go downstairs!"
The girl, her long blonde hair flowing, followed Mrs. Collins submissively. I brought up the rear. We entered the basement playroom. It had a ping-pong table in one corner. There was a davenport and several canvas-back chairs. Leona walked to the center of the room and stood there, her head lowered. Mrs. Collins pulled on a rope on the wall which lowered a pulley from the ceiling. She said not a word as she took the pulley and stood facing Leona. There were two leather handcuffs attached to the pulley. Mrs. Collins took Leona's wrists, one at a time, put them in the handcuffs and fastened the buckles.
Leona remained passive, even when Mrs. Collins pulled the rope. The pulley raised, yanking Leona's arms quickly above her head. Below her, fastened to the cement floor, each about three feet apart, were a pair of girl's sandals.
Mrs. Collins' voice was harsh. "Put on your sandals, you bad, naughty girl!" Leona spread her legs and slipped her feet into the sandals. Mrs. Collins buckled them securely. Leona was now suspended in the center of the room with her arms above her head, her legs wide-spread. Mrs. Collins turned to me, "You may now begin the whipping!" I was getting paid for doing a job which I enjoyed! I whipped the lovely blonde girl thoroughly! I started at her ankles and whipped her to her neck, every inch! As I started to whip her breasts, Mrs. Collins screamed, "Harder! Harder! Whip her harder!"
I walked around and started to whip Leona's back. I was warming to my task. Welts were rising on Leona's thighs. I whipped her buttocks good! They quivered with each lash! She was moaning! I walked around and faced her again. Mrs. Collins had stripped and sat naked on the davenport, a glass of vodka in one hand. She had a cruel smile on her face. For my "finale," I whipped Leona between her lovely widespread legs. She screamed as I lashed her pussy! Then it was over. I stood watching as Mrs. Collins lowered the pulley and freed the sobbing girl's wrists. Then she unfastened her sandals. Mrs. Collins sprawled on the davenport, her legs spread apart ... Leona kneeled, sobbing, between Mrs. Collins' legs. She looked up at her, tears running down her cheeks. She moaned, "Please forgive me, lover! Pleasel" Mrs. Collins smirked down at the pleading girl. "Do you promise never to be naughty again?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! I'll be a good girl!" Leona promised, "Let me love you! P-l-l-e-a-s-e!"
For an answer, Mrs. Collins spread her legs wider and gently pushed Leona's blonde head lower. Leona gave a sob of joy as her eager tongue entered her mistress's pussy.
I became nervous and looked at my watch. I was afraid too much time had passed. I had been there just fifty-five minutes. Chinita was waiting for me outside. As she drove me home, she made me describe every detail of the "whipping."
Anne met me at the door. She hugged me, crying, "Sweetheart, you're trembling!"
"Oh, Anne, darling! I'm so hot I could scream!" I explained.
Anne didn't say a word. She just led me to the davenport and I sat down and lay my head back. Anne kneeled, reached up and took off my panties. I spread my legs. I moaned with pleasure as her knowing tongue gave me what I needed so badly at that moment.
Anne and I were both intrigued by Mrs. Hamilton making us pee on her. We talked about it several times. One day Millie called Anne and said, "Meet me at that drugstore near your house in a few minutes. I have a surprise for you!"
Millie brought Anne a book she had just found since she knew Anne was curious about the subject matter. The book, The Amber Shower, was writtten in scientific-study style with supposedly authentic case histories. It was all about lovers urinating on each other. It described the practice as being definitely "sex oriented."
Case Twelve was about a married couple. The husband had become impotent, or so he thought because he no longer had erections. One night, in his sleep he dreamed he was going to the toilet. When he awakened, he found he was holding his wife in his arms and was peeing on her. Afterwards, he had a full erection and they had intercourse immediately.
It was his wife who figured that there was a connection between his peeing and his erection. She begged him to experiment with her and he agreed reluctantly. She kneeled in the bathtub and he peed on her. Again, he had an erection and then they had intercourse. Since then, he pees on his wife once or twice a week and this practice is followed by mutually satisfactory sex relations.
That was Mr. X.'s story!
Another chapter was devoted to a male grade school principal. Incidents of different boys peeing on each other in the boys' restroom had been brought to his attention on several occasions. As nearly as he could decide, the initial incidents were without premeditation, happening spontaneously.
A fourth-grade boy who was nine years old was quoted as saying, "Joe and I were using the trough at the same time. All at once I just felt like peeing on him!" The grade school principal also mentioned an incident which was definitely "sex-oriented."
"I had alerted the man teacher on the noon playground duty about such practices. I told him to keep an eye on the boys' restroom. He noticed two boys, one a fifth-grader and the other a sixth-grader, who went to the boys' room for three straight days right after they ate their lunch and stayed there for a long time. He checked the time on the third day. On the fourth day he watched the restroom activities through a vent in the ceiling.
The boys entered a stall, closed and locked the door. Both boys took off their pants and shorts. They faced each other and peed on each other. Then they both sat down on the toilet seat and played with each other. The sixthgrader had an orgasm. The younger boy had an erection but no orgasm."
Case histories of adolescents in girls' schools who make a regular practice of peeing on each other were numerous.
The author interviewed a number of known Lesbian "couples." They all said they had practiced it from the age of eleven to thirteen. They said they still indulged in it. One girl couple around twenty-five, said, "It's our most stimulating prelude to making love."
I was sitting on Anne's lap the night we read The Amber Shower. I got excited as we read. Anne was getting a little turned-on, too. When we read that last sentence by the two girls, Anne pulled my mouth to hers and we French-kissed. Anne's hand was on my breast. After a long minute we broke and just looked in each other's eyes. Suddenly I said, "Anne! I've got to 'wee-wee!' "
She said, "Wait! I'll go with you!"
We went into the bathroom. Anne threw off her robe and spread a large bath towel on the bottom of the tub as I watched. She got in quickly and lay on her back. She looked at me and motioned me over. I quickly stepped into the tub. I straddled my baby-doll and squatted over her belly, facing her. Anne whispered, "Give me a shower, sweetheart!" And I peed on her!
We gazed into each other's eyes as I amber showered her. She closed her eyes ever so tightly, drew in her breath, and a momentary shiver ran through her.
It lasted only a few seconds. I dropped on top of Anne and she pulled me to her. Our open mouths joined in a long French-kiss. Our urine-wet bellies and thighs pressed tightly together. As our mouths parted, Anne moaned, "Oh! sweetheart!" I let her up! We kissed again, body to body, while still standing in the tub. We sucked tongues until our long kiss ended. Anne then stepped to one side and pressed me downward, her hands on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees, then lay down on the now wet towel. Anne was squatting over me then. I pleaded, "Oh, darling! Hurry! Now! Now!" A warm, yellow stream poured onto my belly and trickled down between my legs. I was breathing hard. My breasts ached! My pussy was throbbing!
God! It was wonderful! I gazed, entranced at Anne's sweet pussy as the warm amber fluid gushed forth. It was a moment of complete sub mission. I was Anne's humble love-slave! She was peeing on me! Afterwards Anne lowered her mouth to my breasts and sucked both of them hungrily.
We got up, and moved into the shower. We scrubbed each other, pausing to kiss one another's body every few seconds. We soaped each other between our spread legs while we tongue-kissed. We rinsed each other under the seductive warm shower. Anne toweled me, kneeling in front. She leaned forward and kissed my tuft of pubic hair lightly. We were both at the explosion point. Hand in hand, we hurried to our "love bed!" Anne put my pillow at the lower end of the bed. We lay on our sides, with our legs hugging each other's cheeks. We loved each other, long and lavishly. Our lovely moment of mutual fulfillment was completely thrilling. We surrendered to each other. Body and soul.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, Anne was awake facing me, she gazed lovingly into my eyes. She smiled and whispered in my ear. "Oh, sweetheart! Wasn't it grand?' We kissed and then I said, "Anne! I have to weewee!" I started for the bathroom, with Anne right behind me. As I sat down on the stool, Anne kneeled in front of me. She slipped her hand between my legs, "Pee in my hand, sweetheart!" Our eyes were glued on each other. We were both turned on again. I stood up. Still kneeling, Anne dried my pussy. Then she sat down, I kneeled and slipped my hand between her legs. The warm liquid flowed into my hand. I shivered with love ecstasy! I dried Anne's pussy as she stroked my hair. We joined in a close embrace, our tongues laving excitedly, but Anne pushed-me away.
"Sweetheart! We've got to stop this very minute! We'll have to wait till the folks leave!
After breakfast, the folks left for work. We went to our room, undressed each other, and lay down together. We fondled each other's breasts and talked about our wonderful new love pleasure, the amber shower. Then we made love again.
I know I'd never let another girl give me an amber shower. It's too intimate! I'd have to be really in love, before I'd let a girl shower me. If I had a terrible crush though, I might let her coax me into it.
LETTER EIGHT
"What's A Little Sex Among Friends?"
It is not only Norma, but her girl friends as well who seem to think sex is a big toy marked "for pleasure only." In the same manner in which Norma acts, so do her girl friends. All seem eager not only to experiment with each and every available girl or woman they find, but they also have a marked need to draw additional girls into their circle of sexual depravity.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
School starts in a couple of weeks. Anne and I are getting our fall school wardrobe built up. The teen-world is having a fashion show this Saturday. We've been watching the "school fashion" ads and they are bringing out a lot of neat outfits this fall!
I'll be in senior-hi and Anne and I will be schoolmates. I'm registered at her high school. I'm taking English, social studies II, typing, math, and French. I got a letter from Lani yesterday. She and Pua will be back a few days before school opens. They'll have the same apartment. Lani wrote, "I've got a lot of things to tell you. Pua and I had a fab summer." I believe it. That Lani is a live one! I was anxious to see them both.
Speaking of the girls from junior-hi last semester, reminds me. There was one real sweet eighth-grader named Bobbie. Lani brought her up one Friday. She was very shy and self-conscious. Lani told me on Thursday, "Darling! I'm bringing you an angel tomorrow." She was an angel! A real little doll! I remember when Lani came in with her I really flipped. I wanted to grab her and "eat her up" that very second!
Well! To be brief! I made love to her that afternoon. The next week she had left school. I couldn't find out why. Later she told me. Her parents had to go back East to settle an estate. School was almost over and the principal allowed her to take her finals early because she was a top student.
Well! Then Bobbie called me one morning, toward the last of August.
She said, "I'll bet you don't even remember me. I'm Bobbie Stevens."
Of course I remembered her! And I was glad to hear her voice. I told her I had missed her a lot. That was a little fib, but it made Bobbie feel good. She very timidly said she'd love to come and see me sometime if I weren't too busy. She gurgled happily when I said, "I'll be tickled to see you again, Bobbie. Can you come this afternoon?" We made a date at one o'clock. Bobbie came fifteen minutes early. She was even sweeter than I remembered. As I let her in, I leaned down and kissed her mouth warmly. Then she clung to me.
"Oh, Norma! I missed you terribly!" We sat on the davenport. As we sat down I patted her bare thigh just above her knee. She shuddered! "Now, Bobbie!" I said. "Where have you been and what have you been doing? Tell me all about it!"
She told me about their trip to Chicago, about her sight-seeing, and about the shows she had seen. She gabbed on and on. As she talked, she moved a little closer to me. I felt the gentle pressure of her bare leg on mine. She was breathing kinda hard. Suddenly! She threw her arms around my neck and lifted her sweet lips to me.
"Oh, Norma! Kiss me! Kiss me!" It was an anguished cry! She was starved for affection and love!
I kissed and caressed her for a few minutes. She was wild! And I? When I couldn't stand it another second, I picked her up gently, and carried her to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed and practically ripped her panties off! I lowered my mouth to her aching pussy. She was wild! It must have been months since she had been with a girl. She couldn't get enough! She kept pushing her pussy into the air so my mouth would clamp onto it. Clamp onto it, I did! I tongued her there and then I got the bright idea of drawing the whole thing out for a real long time. I quit sucking her pussy and drew back.
She was so excited, she seemed in actual pain. She started begging me to kiss her pussy again. I took my own sweet time. I just relaxed on the bed for a moment until I had calmed down, and then I slowly began caressing her breast. She was so hot it was driving her crazy and that made me all the more excited. I kissed her mouth gently, sweetly.
She began crying for me to make love to her. Instead, I ran my fingers over her legs, tickling her. Then over her stomach. Then up to her breasts. I began tonguing her breasts laving each nipple ever so carefully.
Bobbie was really begging me for it by now but I still wouldn't do her. I wanted to make sure she would have a come she would remember! So-o I just kept at it, making the slowtype love until she actually began crying with frustration.
Only then did I lower my mouth to her aching pussy. I tongued each part of her pussy carefully. I took care to make her throbbing clitoris even hotter! I ran my tongue down one side of her slit and slowly up the other. I kept winding it around her clitoris, too.
Bobbie couldn't do anything but moan. She tried to push my face more fully into her pussy, but I didn't want to go that fast. No, this one was to be slow, and good. Something Bobbie would never forget. Not in a dozen years. Not in a lifetime!
Then I really began to go to work on her. I expertly moved my tongue so that I would touch each sensitive portion of her pussy. She came. Not once, but three times!
The last time, she spun around. She put her hand between my legs. Hungrily, she returned my kisses and I came, too.
There's only one way to describe our two hours together that afternoon. They were wildly passionate, but filled with sweet, tender affection, too.
Surprise! Surprise! Lani and Pua came back a week early! Monday morning about nine o'clock, our phone rang. Lani was on the phone. They were back at Lani's place." They had arrived at seven o'clock that morning, on the night flight from Hilo. When could I come over?
I got there at nine-thirty. I was real anxious to see them. They both looked great. Fab tans! Both Lani and Pua had filled out a little in the right places. I noticed it right away. Both girls' breasts were a little fuller. When I mentioned it, Lani giggled, "We've been getting plenty of breast exercise!"
When they met me at the apartment door, both girls were wearing sheer black, shortie gowns. Period! Pua gurgled, "See what I brought you!" It was a sheer, black, shortie gown, exactly like theirs!
"Oh! It's lovely!" Pua said, "Put it on, darling! We want to see you in it!"
I hurried into the bedroom to change. When I came to model the gown, both girls were lavishly complimentary. Lani said, "Oh, Norma! You're lovelier than ever!" We hugged and kissed each other fondly.
Pua and I sat on the davenport. Lani put on a long-play disc. "This is the newest and greatest from Hawaii!"
She went to the kitchen, returning in a couple of minutes with a tray of her famous "Hawaiian Punches."
"Lani, darling" I said. "This is delicious! You haven't lost your touch."
We sat together on the davenport, sipping our punches and listening to the new Hawaiian release.
Then, I said, "So-o! Tell me all abut your summer!"
Lani started first. "Well! You know I do have a local Hilo reputation as a pretty good modern young hula dancer! The first week I was at home, some of Dad's friends wanted him to see if I would give private lessons to their daughters. I agreed and Dad arranged things. A 'pro' Hula teacher was leaving for a stateside tour. She said I could use her studio for a month. The studio was the large 18 by 30 living room of her three bedroom home, a perfect room for it. The deal was two private lessons a week, on Mondays and Wednesdays, and a class lesson on Fridays.
"The ladies all agreed to pay a good fee. Dad donated the money to the children's group his club sponsors. He raised my allowance to make up for it. Pua was my assistant." Lani giggled.
"Well! You know me! The first week I noticed this one lovely girl. On her second private lesson I started working on her! She was a natural!
"In the first place, the pupils would change to hula costumes at the studio. Naturally, I had to help them get into their costumes, so it was no problem getting them naked! In a couple of lessons we would be used to seeing each other naked! On the third private lesson I would work it so we'd shower together after the lesson.
"Then! I used the same techniques you and I worked out for the young "converts" last semester. After the lesson, I would seat the pupil on the davenport, go and fix a special punch for us with a tiny bit of vodka, and sit by her. We would still be in our hula skirts and tapa cloth bras. I'd got them used to not wearing panties under the skirt.
"The first girl I made out with was Barbara. She was fourteen. Just my age. She was a living doll. Built a lot like Pua. I guess it was her breasts which attracted me!
"Well! That first time I sat next to her, our bare thighs accidentally touched!"
"Ho, ho! Accidentally I" I laughed. Lani giggled before continuing.
"Well! I'm glad I still had the teen-girls photo albums. After the next lesson I told Barbara I had some photo albums she might like to see. I sat close to her as we looked at the photos. In the picture, where the two teen-age girls kissed each other, I said to Barbara, 'Hey! That may be fun! Let's try it.'
"Well! We kissed! Barbara was ready! We sucked tongues and I started to fondle Barbara's breasts. She didn't hesitate. She reached over and fondled my breasts too!
"I said, 'Oh, Barbara! You're so sweet! Did you ever make love with another girl before?'
"She said, 'No, but my girl friend did! She said it was real nice! Now I believe her!'
"As we resumed our French-kiss, I untied her tapa-bra and fondled her full swelling breasts. I took off my own tapa bra, leaned down and drew one of her nipples into my mouth! Barbara was burning! I raised up, took her hand and said, 'Come, sweet! Let's go inside!' You can guess the rest!"
As Lani and Pua told it, Lani "brought-out" ten of her fifteen hula-pupils during one month of lessons.
Lani said, "I don't take all the credit! Barbara helped me! She knew all the pupils well. She had a pretty good idea as to which girls would go for making love with another girl!
Pua was a big help, too! After a couple of sessions I would turn the convert to Pua, just like you and I turned on the eighth-grade girls last semester. We encouraged the ten girls to 'go together' but discouraged 'going steady.' We proved to them how much more fun and variety there is in 'swapping partners.'
"After the month's lessons were over," Lani said, "the twelve girls had about six weeks together. Beach parties, at secluded spots, were their favorite activity."
Of course, Lani and Pua introduced spankings and whippings! That's when Pua told me about something new in the use of a nylon "cat!" Leave it to Pua to experiment with whippings! She really goes for that bit.
Pua likes to sit in front of a mirror, naked, play with herself and whip herself at the same time. She discovered this new use of the "cat" by accident. She was in the bathroom one day. She was drawing a bath and whipping herself while the tub filled. As she leaned down to test the water temp, the nylon straps slipped into the water. She resumed whipping her thighs.
She said, "Man! It stung! Real good!"
So-o! From then on, she and Lani whipped each other with a wet nylon "cat!"
Pua jumped up! "Come on, Norma darling! We'll show you!"
As Lani and I hurried to the bedroom, our arms around each other, Pua went to the bathroom to get the "cat" wet.
LETTER NINE
"Four On A Sex Bash"
It would appear that the normal twelveto-fourteen year old would find more interesting things to talk about, or do, than have a continual emphasis upon sex to the utter exclusion of all other thoughts and desires. When Norma's girl friends return from Hawaii, there is little said other than descriptions of the sex all of the girls experienced during the summer. Of course, the reader must bear in mind that Norma is an angry girl, at the zenith of her rebellion. And it may be her self-destructive tendencies that "edit" out all thoughts other than base sexual ones.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
When Pua came in with the soaked "cat," we first took off each other's shortie-gowns. Then Pua had me stand in the center of the room. She and Lani took turns whipping me.
At the first lash of the wet nylon straps, I knew Pua hadn't exaggerated! The straps burned like fire! They whipped me thoroughly! I was getting hotter with each lash! Of course, it made Lani and Pua plenty hot to whip me!
With the final lash, between my widespread legs, we tumbled onto our "love couch" and went immediately into our daisy-chain.
God! It was good! I had really missed our threesomes!
After our threesome, Pua said, "We tried something else new this summer! Her eyes glittered! We worked out a daisy-chain for all twelve of us girls!"
I gasped! "A twelve-girl daisy chain? Wow!" Pua continued, "We did it on the beach where there was lots of room! And! Later, we added something! When we were in position we'd shift the chain, each girl going to the next girl in the chain. We would shift about every few minutes, until we reached our original position. That way each girl would suck and be sucked by every other girl in the chain."
"Wow!" I said. "That sounds fab! We'll have to get a long daisy-chain going here!"
Of course, I had to tell Lani and Pua of my summer experiences. I told them about my dates with Anne's sorority sisters and how much fun they were.
Pua said, "Gee, Norma! I'd love to date an older girl! Could you fix me up?"
Lani said, "That'd be fab, Norma! Could you get me a date, too?" I promised to line up some nice future dates for them.
When I told them about dating Sylvia, Pam, and Josie they just about flipped. They thought it was a real fab experience. They were hoping they would get "adopted" by an older woman.
Finally I told them about Anne's and my "baby-sitting." They were all ears. When I told about Mrs. Carlson paying us to "pee on her," I thought they would pass out! They just couldn't believe it at first! Then I told them about the book The Amber Shower, and how the act was sex-related. I even told them how it had made Anne and me hot when we read it, so we peed on each other afterwards. The next day, when I saw Lani, she could hardly wait to tell me! "Norma! Right after you left, yesterday, do you know what Pua and I did? We went to the bathroom and peed on each other! It made us both boil! We had a marvelous love session right afterward!"
Before I left Lani and Pua Monday afternoon, I gladly fell in with their suggestion for another party at Lani's the next morning at ten-thirty. Both girls begged me to bring Anne if she would come.
Anne was all for it. We arrived at Lani's right at ten-thirty Tuesday morning. Lani and Pua looked real cute! They had brushed each other's hair till it shone. They had on sheer nylons, heels, red narrow garter belts, sheer, black, lace-edged panties, and strapless halfbras with holes in front, through which their nipples and breasts protruded invitingly.
Lani and Pua kissed and hugged Anne! They were really glad to see her!
Anne said, "You girls look so cute! I love your holey bras!" She laughed. Anne, Pua and I sat on the davenport. Lani said, "Excuse me a minute," and went into the kitchen.
We three sat and gabbed. Anne said, "Norma told me about your wet 'cat!' It sounds great! I hope you'll demonstrate it on me, today!" Pua leaned over and French-kissed Anne.
"Oh, Anne! Darling! Will you let me!"
"Of course, Pua! I want you to whip me! I can just feel the love sting of those wet nylon straps!"
Pua shivered! "Anne! You darling! And will you whip me nice, afterward?"
Anne really turned Pua on! Pua almost fell in love with her. The first time Anne spanked her, with the ping-pong paddle, Pua was Anne's slave.
Lani had a surprise for Anne and me. She brought in four tall drinks on a tray. She said, "Try these, darlings! I know that it'll be a 'first' for you."
Anne and I sipped. "Um-m! Good! What's in it?"
Lani laughed! "When you finish that you'll be true Hawaiians! It's an Okulehau cocktail!" She told us about Okulehau. It was the native Hawaiian alcoholic beverage. They call it "Oke" for short. For many years it was made by "Kamaainas," old-time Hawaiians, at home. Only the old-timers knew the formula. Just a year ago, an enterprising young Hawaiian got his grandfather to teach him the formula. He started a very small distillery, almost a backyard operation, in Hilo. Now, he bottles about fifty cases a month. It's a premium, or custom operation.
The "Oke" he bottles is ordered months ahead by connoisseurs. Lani was able to wangle about a half-gallon to bring with her. It's an out-of-this-world beverage. It's amber colored and just barely sweet. It's so mild in taste that you can drink it straight, just like a Coke. It's about eighty-proof. Lani said, "A big hotel man in the Islands is going to back Johnny Pelua and expand his distillery. I'll bet "Oke" becomes a second vodka!"
I don't doubt it!
Lani put on a dreamy Hawaiian disc and we danced. Anne danced with Pua. Lani and I were partners. As the record ended, Pua put her fingers at the top of Annie's dress-zipper in back. Smiling, she said, "May I, Anne?"
"Of course! Darling! Do it if you want to!" Pua unzipped Anne's dress and slipped it off. Lani said, "You too, darling!" She unzipped and took off my dress. Now we were all four in our sheer panties and scanty bras. It was a lot more intimate. And nice.
We sat on the davenport, Anne and Pua, and Lani and I. We began kissing and petting each other. Anne was fingering Pua's hard nipples that stuck out of the cut-out nipple holes of her bra. Pua was fondling Anne's full breasts through her bra. They were sucking tongues. Lani and I had taken off each other's bras. Lani was sucking my breast. Now Anne and Pua had their bras off. They were taking turns sucking one another's breasts.
Lani said, "Raise up, sweet!" She slipped my panties off. Then I took off her panties! Lani now was sucking my breast and teasing my clitoris with her fingertip. I was getting real high on the "Oke."
Anne was playing with Pua and whispering in her ear. In a minute Anne said, "Pua and I are going to shower each other. Do you want to watch?" They kissed, a long French-kiss, then Anne led Pua toward the bathroom.
Lani and I hurried after them. Inside, Pua lay on her back in the tub. Anne squatted above Pua's pusssy, facing her. In seconds the warm amber urine flowed from Anne's pussy. It splattered onto Pua's belly, her pussy, and ran down between her legs. Pua was quivering! Her eyes were glazed! Lani and I watched, fascinated, our hands between each other's legs. Then, Anne lay down in the tub. Pua squatted and peed on her, Anne moaned with pleasure.
Afterward, they soaped and showered each other thoroughly, while Lani and I watched. When they had toweled each other I whispered to Lani, "Shall we have an amber shower?" For an answer, Lani fairly fell into the tub on her back. Anne and Pua watched as we took turns peeing on each other.
We went back into the living room to the davenport. Anne made us talk about it! She said, "That's the most stimulating prelude to love I've ever experienced! It's a complete, mutual, surrender of two girl-sweethearts!"
Pua French-kissed Anne! "Anne, lover, it was wonderful!"
We sat there naked, holding hands and kissing each other occasionally. Lani got up to fix us another "Oke" cocktail. When she came back she put on another new Hawaiian disc. Lani and I, and Anne and Pua got up to dance.
We danced close, our breasts flattened together. The tufts of our pussies pressed together. We danced with our hands on, and between each other's hot buttocks. As the disc ended, Lani and I, our bodies tight together, French-kissed. Anne and Pua were standing in a close embrace, also kissing. Lani put on another disc and we changed partners.
I know that Anne thinks Lani is cute! As for Lani, I knew she was dying to have Anne fondle and kiss her! And! Pua and I have always made out real good together. After that dance we sat on the davenport again with our new partners.
Pua whispered in my ear, "Watch Lani! She's crazy for Anne!"
As we watched, Lani leaned over openmouthed, to Anne, just pleading for a long French-kiss! As they kissed, Lani's tiny hands fondled Anne's swelling breasts. Lani pinched Anne's nipples and Anne moaned with love pain. Pua and I played with each other as we watched.
In a few minutes Anne said, "Pua! you promised me something!"
Pua was ready and waiting! She said, "Oh, yes! Darling! Right now!"
She went into the bathroom and came back shortly. She had the nylon "cat" in her hand! Water dripped from the straps! She turned to Anne. "Stand here in front of me! Face me!" Anne obeyed, her eyes down, submissively.
Crack! I saw Anne wince as the wet "cat" wrapped around her lower leg. Crack! The other leg! Pua was an experienced "disciplinarian" by now! She'd been practicing on the ten little Hilo converts all summer.
She whipped Anne from her ankles to her waist. Next, she made Anne turn around. She whipped her from ankles to neck, with especially severe lashing of her buttocks.
Then she made Anne lie on her back, put her knees up and spread her legs wide. Pua then whipped her between the legs. Anne screamed as Pua lashed the open lips of her tender pussy. Then Pua made Anne kneel, facing her. She began whipping her breasts. Anne's extra-full breasts, already swollen, swelled even more as the nine wet nylon strands punished them. Anne pushed her breasts forward. She wanted to receive the stinging lashes to an even fuller degree. She was moaning with love pain!
With the final lash, Anne dropped her head between Pua's widespread legs. Both girls were visibly trembling as Anne's hot tongue slipped into Pua's quivering pussy! It was beautiful to watch them! Lani and I sat playing with each other, our eyes glued on the hot love scene! We were just about as hot as Anne and Pua!
Pua let Anne suck her for only two or three minutes. Then she gently pushed Anne's head back. She looked at Lani and me. "Come! Let's all have a foursome right here on the floor!"
We quickly arranged ourselves. Anne sucked Pua. Lani sucked Anne, I sucked Lani and Pua sucked me. It was a lovely foursome. Later, we rotated.
After our foursome, we lay on the thick carpet with some sofa pillows and rested for a few minutes. Then, Lani fixed us a short "Oke." We drank it straight, about two ounces each. The surprising thing about straight "Oke," is that it just barely burns as you drink it.
Lani said, "Try it without a chaser! It leaves a nice taste in your mouth!" We all liked it that way, too.
We sat on the large davenport, slugged our "Okes" and listened to more of Lani's new Hawaiian discs and just gabbed. It's so nice for several girl friends to be together completely naked. It's so intimate. It kinda cements your group feeling. We all enjoy seeing each other naked.
In a few minutes we danced together again. Anne led Pua. Lani was my partner. As we danced with our breasts and pussies touching, we all started to get hot again. Both Anne and Pua and Lani and I ended the dance with a long passionate French-kiss. Then Anne sat down in a big chair and Pua kneeled in front of her. Lani and I sat on the davenport and watched.
Pua started with Anne's feet. First, she lovingly licked the bottoms of Anne's feet. Anne taught me that, and I taught it to Pua and Lani. A lot of girls don't know the bottoms of their feet are a highly sensitive area. When another girl licks you there it goes clear through you! It's a gasser! Now, Pua was sucking Anne's toes, drawing each one into her mouth and laving it. Lani and I began fondling each other's breasts. Watching always get me hot!
Pua moved inch-by-inch up Anne's legs, kissing and licking. When she reached her inner thighs Anne spread her legs, reached down, and opened the moist lips of her pussy. Now Pua was kissing Anne's pussy. Now her tongue was working slowly in and out.
Lani leaned down and drew one of my nipples into her hot mouth and laved it. I put my hand between her legs and teased her clitoris while she was sucking my breast.
As we watched, Anne's legs stiffened. She began to quiver, she moaned and pulled Pua's mouth closer. Then! Wow! She came! Pua continued to suck her tenderly until Anne fell back in the big chair. Pua sat on her lap and they tongue-kissed for a couple of minutes. Pua and I rushed over and kissed both of them.
Lani gurgled, "Oh, Anne! Pua! You were so sweet together! We loved watching you."
Anne smiled her "naughty smile!" She reached up and took one of my hard nipples and one of Lani's in her thumbs and forefingers.
"By all the signs, I'll bet you and Norma are in the mood again! Pua and I enjoy watching, too, you know! Here! Use this chair!" Anne and Pua went to the davenport. I looked at Lani questioningly. She pushed me down in the chair. "Let me do it, darling!" She kneeled between my legs.
It was a grand session. We both loved it. And, Anne and Pua thoroughly enjoyed watching.
It was a super day for all of us. Now we plan our special foursome as often as we can make it together.
LETTER TEN
"What Older Women Do"
Norma's utter dependence on her sister again comes to the fore, as Anne again totally dresses her sister for the sex acts she has been encouraged to enter. Norma flatly states, "I would never date another girl without Anne's permission." Just as Norma does nearly everything her sister suggests, so does she do everything other older girls and women suggest.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
That night about seven o'clock, Virgie phoned me. She. said, "Syl wants us to come over tomorrow morning. Pam will be there, too. Can you make it?"
We agreed to meet at the drugstore at ten the next morning. Pam would pick us up. I still had a real crush on Pam. The thought of being with her the next morning thrilled me.
I told Anne about it. I asked her if she minded if I had a date with Pam. Anne said, "Sweetheart! I don't mind sharing you with other girls! In fact, I'm kinda proud that other girls enjoy my sister sweetheart! I know that you have a crush on Pam. I think that's nice. I might even like to date her myself if you wouldn't be jealous."
I was sitting on Anne's lap in my baby-doll top. I leaned over and French-kissed her. "Oh! Anne, darling! I wouldn't be jealous! It's kinda funny! It gets me real hot thinking of you and another girl making love! And! When I get to watch you, it really turns me on!"
Anne spanked me a couple of times, playfully, on my bare buttocks. She said, "You naughty girl! I should paddle you for having such naughty thoughts!" I shivered.
Anne continued. "Do you think you deserve to be paddled?"
"Oh, yes, Anne! It was naughty of me to think those things! You ought to punish me!" Anne said, "Then go and bring me the paddle!"
I hurried to the dresser drawer, brought Anne the paddle, and got on my elbows and knees in front of her. I faced to the left, to leave Anne's right hand, her "spanking hand," free. Anne always delays a minute or so before she hits the paddle against my waiting buttocks. That moment of anticipation always excites me! Then, whack! I winced with pleasure! If there's one sex activity I enjoy the most, I really think it's when Anne spanks and whips me! Anne spanked my buttocks about a dozen times then she raised me up, took my hand and led me into the bathroom. I could tell she felt sexy. She said, "Lie down in the tub, you naughty girl!" I obeyed, meeekly. Anne squatted over my breasts. She moved back and forth showering both my breasts and then down over my belly and pussy. The exciting warm urine trickled between my legs.
Wow! I gotta stop! My hand is shaking so hard I can barely write, just remembering!
O.K., that's better. Well! When Anne finished showering me she lay down and I "peed on" her. When I finished showering Anne, I lay on top of her in the tub, mouth-to-mouth, our hard nipples pressed into each other's breasts, our wet bellies flattened against each other.
Anne whispered, "Spread your pussy lips, sweetheart!" I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy. Anne spread her lips, then I felt it! The one thing that Anne can do which no other girl whom I know can do!
She shoved her long, hard clitoris into my open pussy! If you've never had it that way, I just can't describe the sensation to you! Anne worked her clitoris against my pussy as she fondled my hot buttocks, pulling me closer to meet each thrust. We had a fab mutual orgasm! God! It was wonderful!
After we had soaped and showered each other, we lay in bed. Anne whispered, "Sweetheart! Every time with you is better than the last time! I love you so much!"
That's the way it is with me, too! Each time with Anne is nicer than the last!
I would never date another girl without Anne's permission. She told me, "Sweetheart! As I've told you before! I really like to have you date other girls and even older women, too. Don't forget! You'll be dating my sorority sisters and a number of the alumnae girls this year!"
"Oh golly! Anne! Do you really think I'll be pl-edged?" I asked.
Anne smiled. "Trust me, sweetheart! We'll pledge you. You may even get to be assistant to the pledge mistress!"
The next morning, Anne got me ready. She bathed me, brushed my hair, perfumed me lightly, and put a speck of rouge on my nipples. I started to get out panties and a bra ... Anne said, "Never mind the bra and panties, sweetheart!" She got out my thin blue dress with the flared skirt ... it's one of my miniest skirts and it buttons down the front. Anne slipped it on me. When she buttoned it up the front, she left the top button open. The neck was fairly low, anyway, and with the open top button, my breasts were on display, especially If I leaned forward a bit. I said, "Gee, Anne! I'll feel self-conscious walking to the drugstore in just this thin dress."
Anne laughed! "Sweetheart, you'd be surprised to know just how many girls go around wearing a thin dress and no undies. They get a lot of ogling from both men and girls as they walk down the street."
Anne said, "I'm fixing you up so that Virgie, Syl, and especially your precious Pam will all flip when they see you."
Anne was right, as usual. On the way to the drugstore, the sun was at my back. Two attractive young women looked down at my dress and smiled "flirtingly" as we passed each other. A middle-aged man stopped fifteen feet ahead of me and got a real eyeful! Two teenage boys whistled as we passed.
I saw Virgie standing on the corner facing me.
"Hi, Virgie! Did I keep you waiting?"
Virgie said, "I'm glad I was here first, so I could watch you walk up! You didn't put panties on, did you?"
"Oh! Can you see through my dress?"
"Can I? Wow! I can see plenty! You're not wearing a bra, either! God, you look sexy!"
"That's not a nun's habit you're wearing, either!"
Pam picked us up at ten-twenty. We sat in the front seat, I was in the middle.
As she drove Pam glanced down at my blouse. She said, "That's a cute blouse, darling! Why didn't you unbutton the second button, too?" She smiled approvingly as I reached up to follow her suggestion. She looked down again. "There! The blouse is even cuter now!" She laughed.
As we stopped for a light, Pam put her warm palm on my bare thigh. She said, "Norma! You have the loveliest legs in town!"
"Thank you, Pam, darling!" I said, which prompted Pam to suggest, "Pull your skirt up a little!" I did. "Lovely!" she exclaimed. "Just lovely!"
Syl was waiting for us at the door. Inside, all four of us hugged and French-kissed each other. Syl kissed us both! A long French-kiss!
Then Virgie and I tongue-kissed, while Syl's and Pam's tongues explored each other's mouths. Syl pushed Pam away, laughing. "Get away from me, you siren! You're getting me too hot too soon!"
Pam laughed. "You didn't exactly cool me off either, darling!" That's one thing I like about older girls, they're so uninhibited! To them, there's nothing, but nothing about sex too intimate to talk about! A girl just couldn't be self-conscious about sex with them. If s as normal and natural as breathing!
Acting her bartender bit, Syl said, "Now ladies, what may I serve you? The specialty of the house today is a 'Sunset Strip Gasser!' Shall I mix some for you? I recommend them highly!"
We all opted for the "Strip Gasser."
Pam and I sat on one davenport and Virgie sat alone on the other, hoping that Syl would join her.
Syl served our "Gassers." In spite of the name, it was the smoothest, mildest tasting alcoholic beverage I'd ever tasted! I said, "Um-m! Syl! This is delicious! What's in it?"
Syl said, "Ah-ah! Don't ask me that! This is an "invention" of Phil M. He features it at his club. Every bar owner in town is trying to duplicate it! I wangled the recipe from Phil! He, too, owes me some favors! And! I solemnly promised not to tell!"
The LP played on and we finished our "Gasser." Then I knew why Phil had named it. One drink warmed you up all over. And! I swear it had something in it to turn you on! I felt my breasts swell a little. A warm surge went through me. It did start getting me turned on. Syl watched Virgie's and my reactions to the "Gasser." As we finished the drink, she smiled.
"How was the 'Gasser,' sweet babies?"
I said, "Golly, Syl! I'm either imagining things, or this 'Gasser' makes you hot!" Syl laughed. "You, too? That makes it unanimous! There is a secret ingredient in it. Perfectly harmless, but it is an aphrodisiac! That's why Phil can't patent the formula!"
I didn't know what an aphrodisiac was and I didn't want to show my ignorance, but Virgie didn't mind. She said, "What's an aphrodisiac Syl?' Syl explained briefly. "It's a love potion. It makes you sexy. Aphrodisiacs were used as far back as 3000 B.C. The Egyptians used them. They're useful for jaded old ladies like me!" She laughed again.
"Now, Norma! Will you be a sweet child and freshen our 'Gassers?' They are in that metal container on the bar."
As I walked across the room, I saw Syl's glance lower to my skirt. I brought the drinks and served them. As I walked toward Syl, she said, "Stand here, baby! I just have to find out!"
As I stood in front of her she said, "Pull your skirt up! Above your waist!" I obeyed. "Ha, ha! Just as I suspected! No panties!"
She gave my bare buttocks a little spank. She gurgled, "Pam! These young girls today have it all over us. God, at age fifteen I wouldn't have dared. You babies are real lucky! You're living in an advanced 'mod' world."
I glowed! Anne's idea had been a big success!
I went back and sat next to Pam. She patted my bare thigh as my flared skirt hiked up. "You're sweet, darling!" She kissed my cheek lightly. A feather-kiss. I wanted to pull her to me, fondle her lovely, full breasts and suck tongues with her right that instant! But I resisted. I merely said, "Thank you, darling."
I've learned already that these older, sophisticated women love us for our innocence and naivete. They want to be the aggressors. That's where dumber girls fall down. They start grabbing and pawing in true adolescent style. This disgusts sophisticates. They like to think that they're teaching or bringing out a young girl. We can get as wild as we please in our own group, but with older girls we must be the demure, seducible teener.
I know that having Anne "bring-me-out" was a wonderful start. She led me all the way, gradually and carefully. Her getting me a date with Pauline was just one facet of her "bringing-me-out." She knew that Pauline wanted to "do everything" herself, because Pauline had been Anne's second girl lover. I've always blessed Anne for my careful, expert, loving induction into Lesbian love.
We four sat and sipped our "Gassers." I noticed Syl putting her glass to Virgie's lips for an occasional sip. Pam did the same for me. It was like we were slaves being permitted to sip from their mistress's glass! It was thrilling!
Another nice thing about sophisticated lovers, like Syl and Pam: They don't rush things. Where Lani, Pua, and I would have been in bed sucking each other within fifteen minutes at the most, we four sat for at least an hour, without any lovemaking. We listened to the scores of a long series of LP's while Syl expounded on the music. I learned that she was a highly schooled musician. She had a doctorate in music and her producer husband depended on her for final advice regarding releases.
As the LP's ended, Syl said, "Norma, if you don't mind, would you do your 'Postures and Poses' for us? Pam says you're simply marvelous!"
Well! With such a buildup, I could hardly say no! Syl led me to the adjoining room and handed me a costume, the same black, sheer panels which Pam had given me.
I took off my dress, donned the panels, and entered the living room. The lights were dimmed. I did my act, pausing to give a special treat to Syl and Virgie. Then I finished in front of Pam. They all clapped and exclaimed, "Bravo! Bravissimo!" Pam gently pulled me down beside her. "You were terrif, darling!" She French-kissed me.
Then, Syl said, "Your turn to perform, Virgie!"
Virgie said, "Golly! I don't have an act! What can I do?"
Syl said, "Come, baby! Let's go in the bedroom! I'll write an act for you in just two minutes!"
LETTER ELEVEN
"A Nice Amber Shower"
That older women would involve themselves in sexual acivity with young girls merely shows the depraved level of sexual activity one can find in some of the larger metropolitan areas in the United States. When the sexual activity involves urinating upon one another, the observer could well wonder what has happened to the morals in this country.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
After they left, Pam turned to me, all smiles and requests.
"Darling! Would you mind getting me out of this dress? I'm smothering!"
Would I mind? Ha! I was delighted! I unzipped her dress and took it off.
"Now, my heels and stockings, baby!" I kneeled in front of Pam, took off her heels, unfastened her stockings, and slowly peeled them down and off.
"Now, my garter belt, darling!" Trembling, I took that off, too.
"Thank you, sweet baby! Now I can breathe!" She kissed my cheek. In a few minutes, Syl came back.
She said, "Virgie will do her act in a couple of minutes. I hope she doesn't over rehearse." She laughed.
Syl came over and sat on our davenport. In a minute Virgie entered the room. She sat down on the other davenport, facing us.
Virgie sat for a moment looking down at herself. Her miniskirt was almost up to her waist. She caressed and stroked her inner thighs. Her legs spread. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, looking down at herself. Now she pulled her skirt up further. We could see the lace edge of her black panties. Now she fondled her breasts through the bra. She took it off. Her lovely breasts pushed out, happy to be free. She cupped and fondled her naked breasts. She pinched her nipples. The hard tips now stood out even further. You could see that she was really working herself up.
She raised up, slightly, and slipped off her panties. She spread her legs wide and began teasing her clitoris. Her middle finger pushed into her pussy. In and out. Out and in. With a slow rhythm. Virgie writhed! In another minute she would have made herself come! Syl didn't want that to happen! Not just yet!
She cried out, "Cut! Cut!"
Virgie snapped out of her trance, stood up, bowed, and ran "off stage."
I really got turned-on watching Virgie's act. Many times I had sat in front of a mirror and fondled and played with myself. Anne and I often sit facing each other, and watch as we both play with ourselves. It always gets us hot!
Pam was turned-on, too! She was gently fondling my swollen breasts. I turned my open mouth to hers. She soul-kissed me and pinched my nipples hard! I almost went out of my skull!
Pam lay down on the floor, her arms open to me.
"Come! Baby doll!" We quickly adjusted to each other, breasts to breasts. Pussy to pussy. I was on top.
Virgie came, naked, and got on top of Syl, who was lying right next to Pam and me.
Pam and I had a super party. I like to be on top and have my partner fondle and manipulate my buttocks. From the low moans of Syl and Virgie, I knew they were thrilling each other.
Later, as Pam and I showered, I asked, "Did you ever experience an amber shower?"
Pam gasped! "An amber shower? Do you mean you know about them?"
I told her how I was introduced to the amber shower, how Anne and I had tried it, and how we had initiated Lani and Pua in the amber ritual.
Pam said, "You young girls today are far more advanced than we were. Why I didn't enjoy an amber shower till I was twenty years old." She gazed into my eyes with a seductive expression.
"Shall we, darling?" I licked her palm.
Before I knew it, I was lying on my back in the tub with Pam squatted over my breasts. She peed on me! Then, she lay down and I peed on her. We both loved it!
Pam said, "Does Virgie know about the am her shower?"
"No," I answered, "At least I didn't tell her."
Pam said, "Ho, ho! Wait till I tell Syl about this! She'll initiate Virgie!"
Back in the living room, Syl and Virgie were sitting on one of the davenports. Virgie was sitting on Syl's lap. Syl was sucking her breasts. Pam and I sat on the other davenport.
Syl and Virgie went to the bar and Syl fixed us Pepsi-vodkas. We sat and sipped our drinks.
In a few minutes, Syl said, "I think it's time for you sweet girls to have a little variety in your loving. "Come over to me, Norma!" I looked at Pam. She said, "Go ahead, sweet! Syl is a wonderful lover!"
I went to Syl and Virgie joined Pam on the other davenport. We all petted and loved each other. Syl was turning me on! It's always stimulating when you have a new partner for the first time! And Virgie was obviously enjoying Pam's caresses.
It wasn't long before all four of us were lying side by side, on the floor. I was on top of Syl. Virgie was on top of Pam. We had a nice long session. Afterward, we lay on the floor and napped for about twenty minutes, when we came to we lay in our lovers arms and sucked tongues for a few lovely minutes.
Syl said, "Listen girls! Pam and I have really enjoyed you! You've both been wonderful! But we've been selfish old biddies! Now we'll give you girls a chance to make love to each other. Let's all use the same davenport!"
Syl sat down. Pam dropped to her knees between her widespread legs. Syl patted the davenport at her side. I sat close to her while Virgie kneeled before me.
As our lovers' knowing tongues thrilled us, Syl reached over and began fondling my breasts. I fondled hers in turn. Every few minutes Syl would lean over and French-kiss me. Syl and I were having two girls at the same time. It made a fab party! Syl and I came seconds apart! While we sucked tongues!
Then we traded positions. Pam and Virgie moved up on the davenport and Syl and I kneeled and gave them their well-earned rewards. Virgie and Pam were fondling each other and French-kissing as Syl and I lovingly sucked their pussies. I had never done it just like that with two couples before. I enjoyed it! A lot!
We sat together on the davenport complimenting each other lavishly on the wonderful time we'd had.
Pam turned to Syl. "Syl, you're not treating Virgie as nice as you should." Syl was surprised! Pam continued. "You haven't even amber showered her yet! Shame on you!"
Syl's eyes glittered! She said, "Did you amber shower Norma?"
"Of course! Then she showered me! It was lovely!"
She turned to me. "Wasn't it, darling?" For an answer, I French-kissed her.
Virgie was perplexed! She said, "Have I been missing something?"
Syl took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. "We'll fix that, baby-doll!" Pam pulled me up! "Come, sweet! Let's watch!"
We were all four in the bathroom then. Virgie didn't have the slightest idea what was coming.
Syl laid down in the tub. She motioned to Virgie, "Get in the tub, baby!" Virgie obeyed. "Now squat over my breasts, facing me!" Virgie squatted. Then Syl, her voice husky with passion, said, "Now! Pee on me, baby!"
Virgie looked at me, hesitatingly. I said, "Go ahead, Virgie! It's real great!"
As Virgie peed on Syl, she got real hot! It does that to you when you pee on another girl!"
When Syl finished, Virgie pulled her down on top of her. They sucked tongues, their wet breasts, bellies, thighs and pussies tight together, just like Anne and I did it!
Syl and Virgie scrubbed each other and then it was time for Virgie and me to leave. Pam drove us to the drugstore. When Pam drove away Virgie said, "Oh, Norma, darling! The amber shower was fab! I can't wait till you and I can shower each other that way!"
I got home at five-fifteen. Anne greeted me with a fond hug and a French-kiss. "How did it go, sweetheart?"
We went to our bedroom. I sat on Anne's lap and recited all the intimate details of my day at Syl's. When I told her about our amber showers, I felt Anne getting hot. She slipped her hand under my dress and between my legs. We sucked tongues. Anne was shaking.
She moaned, "Oh, Norma!" I knew what she needed right then! I slid off of her lap and kneeled between her legs. "Pull your dress up, darling!" I quickly slipped her panties off. As I lowered my head, Anne spread her legs wide and pulled me to her. My tongue entered her throbbing pussy. It was the fastest I'd ever known Anne to come. We just had time to shower and get ready for dinner before the folks came home. It was quite a day!
My first day at high school went pretty well. It's a lot bigger than my junior-hi. There are around five thousand pupils. I have a neat schedule. Eight-thirty till three. Five classes and a study hall. I have three women teachers and two men. Two of the women teachers are quite young, about one or two years out of college. One of them reminds me of Pam. I could go for her! She's nice! Very attractive! Anne and I live close enough to walk to school.
Tuesday, at noon lunch, Doris, our "pledge mistress," met for lunch with nine other "pre-pledges" and me, in the cafeteria. We occupied one long table which accommodated all of us. The "pledge-mistress" sat at the head of the table.
The nine other "pre-pledges" were, every single one, extremely attractive girls. Anne told me, "Each of these girls, including you, is sponsored by an active sister. Naturally, like you, they know the type of girls we have as members. The sponsor has personally brought out her proposed pledge and is sure that she is good sorority material. We must be and are very, very sure of our girls before we pledge them! We have to be!"
During lunch I had a chance to observe each "pre-pledge." They were of course, different types. Some blondes, some brunettes, and one redhead. They had several things in common. They were all about fifteen years old. Every girl was stacked! There wasn't one flat chested girl among them This one girl even had it over me. She reminded me of Pauline.
Our luncheon gave all of us "pre-pledges" a chance to get acquainted or, at least, to see the sorority "prospects." They were really a bunch of lovely girls. As Anne had told me, every girl had been brought-out previously by her sponsor. Several little darlings flirted with me during lunch. But Anne told me, "Don't start getting any ideas about the prospective-pledges! They're reserved exclusively for the active and alumnae girls!" We were forbidden to date each other until after initiation!
The next get-together with the "pre-pledges" was set for the following Saturday morning at ten o'clock.
Sue, another of Millie's proteges, had gotten permission to use Millie's beach home at Santa Monica for this "pre-pledge" gathering. I didn't have any clear idea as to just what the activities would be. I had read books about sorority "Hell Week!" I knew it was a testing period!
Anne got me ready Saturday morning after breakfast. The folks knew I was going to a "pre-pledge" party. Mother thought Anne's sorority was a neat idea. She was a Tri-Delt alumnae and believed in sororities.
That Saturday morning, Anne showered me, powdered me all over, perfumed me lightly in all the right places, brushed my hair out flowingly, and lightly roughed my nipples. She picked a thin tight micro-miniskirt and a thin white sweater, that buttoned in front. She got out bobby socks and flats for me. She said, "I want you to look as young as possible."
I was sorry Anne wasn't coming along. I kinda needed her to lean on.
But she said, "Sweetheart! You're on your own today! Make me proud of you!" She continued, "None of the 'pre-pledge' sponsors will be present. You ten girls will be assigned to the other ten active sisters."
When I asked Anne to whom I would be assigned she said, "I really don't know, sweetheart! There was a drawing yesterday. Only the pledge mistress knows which actives and which 'pre-pledges' are paired off."
At nine-fifteen the doorbell rang. It was Rita, an eighteen year old senior. As we walked out to the car, I saw that five other "pre-pledges" were already seated two in front, three in the back seat. Rita opened the back door and I squeezed in.
As we drove toward Santa Monica we six neophytes had a chance to get acquainted. The way I was seated, two girls were on one side of me and one on the other. It wasn't a large car and we were pretty snug. I could feel the girls' legs against mine on both sides. It was nice and intimate. The other girls wore real short skirts, too. As we sat there our glances took in the nicely proportioned bare legs of each other. All of them could be justly proud of their figures. As we chatted gaily, I felt the lovely girl on my right press her bare thigh gently against mine. Her bare legs felt good against mine. I was dying to lay my hand on her thigh, but we had our orders from the "pledge mistress." No hanky-panky is allowed between "pre-pledges!"
LETTER TWELVE
"I Get Initiated!"
According to Norma, the strong and obsessive emphasis upon sex extends to a great many of her school chums. In a meeting of their sorority, rum is substituted for tea, and sex is substituted for conversation. It is as if, once the lid is lifted upon juvenile sexuality, there is no further containment possible.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
We drove into Millie's carport. It was a large two-story beach-type house. It was built on about four lots, with a private beach. It wasn't in Santa Monica, but about five miles beyond. It sat all by itself. I know that Millie likes privacy! And I know why!
A cute little mulatto, about eighteen, let us in. She was about five-foot-three with a lovely body. She was quite light colored. A really beautiful girl. I remember thinking, "I'll bet Millie picked her out!" She was most friendly.
"Come in, girls! Everything is ready for you!"
The living room was huge. It ran the entire length of the house. There were four eight foot davenports plus a half-dozen large overstuffed chairs. It was wall-to-wall carpeted with an extra-thick, soft material. Large sofa pillows were everywhere. The drapes of the picture window were closed and a soft red light gently bathed the room.
An inter-room record system was softly playing some "music to make love by." The room itself was really a seductive masterpiece. I learned that Hollywood's foremost interior decorators had done it.
We girls, and even the sophisticated "pledge mistress," were really delighted.
We were the first to arrive. Jennie, the cute little maid, seated us on two large davenports and she and our "pledge-mistress" went to the bar at the far end of the room. Jennie brought drinks for us in a couple of minutes. Our "pledge mistress." stood up, glass in hand and gave a toast: "To you 'pre-pledges!' I hope you all make it!"
We all drank to that! You may believe that every one of us was hoping we'd make it!
The drink, a mixed one, was served in a tall cocktail glass. I felt kinda big! I was the only "pre-pledge" who knew what it was! It was a Cuba Libre! The "pledge mistress" smiled at me as I named the drink correctly. She said, "Very good, Norma! That's two points for you!"
So-o! We were being rated on a "point system!"
Anne had lectured me that morning! She said, as she brushed my hair, "Sweetheart, listen! Be your very nicest to all of the actives! Do everything you can to please them! I'm expecting a good report on you so don't let me down!" I had a good start! Two points to my credit!
In a few minutes, the door chimes sounded. Our other four "pre-pledges" had arrived. The active, who had driven them, entered by a rear entrance. I found out why, later!
Jennie served the four recent arrivals and freshened our drinks. I noticed that, this time, our pledge-mistress took a shot-glass of straight rum.
We sat, five on each davenport, facing each other and chatting a little self-consciously. I I looked across at the other four girls. Really, sexy! All wore very short skirts and either lowcut, tight blouses or tight thin sweaters like mine! None of them were wearing stockings! I let my eyes wander from one to the other. I was sure that at least two of them wore no bras! And! One little brunette had spread her legs slightly! I could see the shadow of her tuft! I was starting to feel sexy, surrounded by these nine young, lovely, very ready, girls!
In about ten minutes, when we had finished our drinks, our "pledge mistress" said, "Come, girls!" We all followed her to the kitchen where she instructed, "In a couple of minutes I'll present you to ten actives to whom you've been 'assigned' today. They will be in a 'receiving line.' I'll line up you girls and you'll proceed, one by one to go before each active. You will each say 'Mistress! I'm your slave! I'm yours to do with as you please! I hope to please you in every way!' You will kneel as you say this! The active will then extend her palm. You will lick it five times! She will then say, 'You may arise, my little slave!' Then return to the kitchen and wait for me!"
She made us all recite our speeches and rehearse the action. We each kneeled before her and licked her palm.
She said, "Just one more thing! Strip naked! Now!"
The rum was incredible! The only way I knew it was potent was from the immediate warm glow which spread from my stomach to my breasts, to my pussy! I learned later, that it was one of Mr. Jacobs, the producer's, imports!
Next, as if on cue, all of our mistresses slowly took off their masks. They turned to each of us, their faces serious. My mistress's eyes captured mine! She was beautiful! Anne told me later, "You'll never forget your initiation-mistress! Pauline was mine!"
As she gazed into my eyes she said, in a husky voice, "Now you may open my robe, little slave!"
Keeping my eyes on hers, I very slowly, as Anne had trained me, reached over and opened her robe. As I had suspected, she was completely and adorably naked under her sheer, black robe. I sat back, my eyes still fastened on hers!
She just sat and let her eyes wander over my naked body for a long minute!
Then she said, "Touch my breasts!" I obeyed, touching her lovely full breasts, very gently!
Then she said softly, "Now you may kiss my nipples! I kissed each protruding nipple softly and lovingly.
"Now! You may use your tongue tip on my nipples!" I tongued her nipples, alternating between them.
"Now! You may draw my nipples into your mouth!"
I did, gently.
I was so hot by this time that it took all my will power to keep from sucking her lovely, delicious breasts hungrily! But Anne had cautioned me! "Restrain yourself, sweetheart! Even though it isn't easy!"
My mistress went on from there. She allowed me to tongue-bathe her and finally, permitted me to kneel between her lovely legs, spread them, and suck her off!
Our other nine "pre-pledges" had an exrerience identical with mine. Our "pledgemistress" was pleased! At our next meeting, at her house on Monday, she said, "You girls all did fine on Saturday! I had top ratings for all of you!" To show her appreciation, she said, "I'm going to allow all of you to love me!" She let us undress her, after which we all stripped naked and joined her on the floor. All together we started making love to our "pledge-mistress!" One of us sucked tongues with her! Two girls sucked her breasts! A fourth girl sucked her pussy! The other six girls caressed and fondled her body! We switched positions frequently! We worked her over for about twenty minutes, being careful to keep her at the edge! Then she exploded! W-o-w! She really came!
The next Saturday we had another "pre-initiation" at Millie's beach house. At that session, we rotated. Each "pre-pledge" was allowed to suck the pussies of the ten actives for a few minutes. After we sucked one, we'd shift to the next one! On the last girl, we'd continue till she came in our mouths! After both of these two Saturday "pre-initiations" I got home so hot I could almost scream!
Fortunately, Anne was waiting for me. She knew what condition I'd be in because she had been through it! On both Saturdays Anne led me quickly to our room and sucked my pussy dry!
Darling Anne!
The next Saturday all of us "pre-pledges" got a surprise! Sitting fully dressed, with the ten actives, our "pledge mistress" began a very serious speech.
"May I congratulate all of you lovely girls! Under severe tests you have shown yourselves to be worthy of Phi-Gam membership. I now pronounce you full-fl-edged "Phi-Gams!"
We all gurgled delightedly! All the actives tongue-kissed each of us! and then we all French-kissed each other!
The "pledge-mistress" rapped for attention.
"Now! New sister 'Phi-Gams!' You ten girls may choose a new member and make love. Afterwards, you may each select one of the ten actives and make love again!"
We didn't hesitate. In seconds we ten new members were partners on the floor. Each twosome had chosen a different activity. One couple sucked each other's breasts and played with each other. Two other girls were in a sixty-nine position. A third twosome lay one on top of the other. Two other girls were sucking tongues and spanking each other. I and my partner were taking turns sucking each other's pussy.
Our former mistresses were also busy loving and kissing each other, sucking one another's breasts and playing with each other, occasionally stopping to watch us at our love play.
That night, as I sat on Anne's lap in my babydoll top, I recited the day's activities to her. She was very pleased to see me so happy. She gurgled, "Oh, sweetheart! I'm so glad that you're a 'Phi-Gam!' They're wonderful girls! And just think. You now have thirty sisters to choose from while I have ten new ones!"
Anne and I celebrated that night! We did everything we knew about from mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, mutual spanking and whipping, to a final amber shower and a magnificent sixty-nine.
It was a thrilling night for us!
LETTER THIRTEEN
"Girl-Lovers Galore"
One definition of promiscuity is "having sexual relations with a number of partners on an informal or casual basis." Perhaps more than Norma's other letters, this one points up the utter casuality with which Norma will have sex with any girl "who appears willing." What is more surprising is that there seems to be so many willing girls. In this letter, Norma mentions the name of ten girls, many of whom she has "performed" with sexually.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
During the three weeks of my activities and initiation into "Phi-Gam," I hadn't lost interest in Lani and Pua. Not at all. I talked to them every night on the phone and we had our "threesome" at Lani's place every Friday.
They were both nicely started in their classes and school activities. They had been having our ten eighth-grade converts come to Lani's on Monday and Wednesday afternoons at three-fifteen. They invited five of them on each day.
Lani giggled as she told me this.
She said, "You know, Norma, we had two little streaks of jealousy to deal with. These ten girls had all paired off last summer and had been going steady. On our first Wednesday reunion this one girl showed that she was very jealous of her steady girlfriend. You remember Mabel and Adele! Well, they went together, steady, last summer. Mabel wouldn't let Adele even look at another girl! On this one Monday afternoon, at my place, we had been dancing together. Pua finished a dance with Adele and led her to the davenport. Pua always went for Adele! She pulled Adele to her and they French-kissed. Mabel saw them Did she make a scene! She slapped Adele, and this burned Pua! She grabbed Mabel and threw her on the floor!
"Pua slapped her a couple of times and then said, 'Give me a hand, a couple of you!'
"We dragged Mabel into the bedroom, tied her on the bed and Pua whipped her real good with the wet 'cat'!
"As she whipped her, Pua kept repeating, 'Say you're sorry, you jealous bitch!'
"Mabel moaned and writhed! Don't worry! The 'cat' was making her hot! We had stripped her and Pua was also naked.
"At last, Mabel pleaded, 'Oh, Pua, darling! Don't whip me any more! Let me love you! Please!'
"Then Pua untied her and let herself sink into the occasional chair with her legs spread. Mabel crawled to her and began to suck Pua's pussy. Adele merely watched. That ended that little jealous tantrum!
Another couple, Consuelo and Edith, also had to be straightened outl Edith was fine but Consuelo had browbeaten her till she was scared to even kiss another girl!
"On Wednesday, Consuelo and Edith and three more of our ten girls were at my place. We were all dancing together again. I was dancing with Edith. After that dance we sat down in a big chair. Edith was on my lap and as we kissed I had slipped my hand under her dress between her legs. Edith was enjoying my fondling. Consuelo about blew a fuse! Pua handled that one a little differently.
"She said, 'Now, now, Connie baby! Let's show then that two can play that game!' She pulled Connie onto the davenport and Frenchkissed her thoroughly! Connie struggled only for about thirty seconds. Then she surrendered! Connie is a hot little doll and she couldn't resist Pua's love-making. Edith and I watched.
"In a minute, Pua had Connie naked on the floor. Connie was so hot she didn't even know anyone else was there. After it was over Connie came over to Edith and me and kissed us both. She said, 'I'm sorry, darlings! I'll never be jealous again!"
Pua and I talked it over that night. We decided on a new-rule for this year's eighth-grade recruits. No going steady anymore! It spoils things because you can't trade around! And that's so much fun!"
I was real proud of Pua and Lani. They were the first two girls I'd "brought-out!" I had taught them everything, with Anne's help and guidance. They were already planning their fall "recruiting project." Lani told me, "There are a lot of real darling eighth-graders. I've already spotted three little dolls!"
I know that Lani and Pua will have a lot of new little playmates this year.
Lani and Pua, copying the idea of our high school sorority, plan to conduct their activities this year with what they call their G.L.C., "Girls-Love-Club." All very "hush-hush," of course. They're already planning "rituals," robes and initiation rites, aping our sorority.
I told Anne about Lani and Pua's continuing with the ten eighth-graders we "brought out" last year and about their "recruiting plans."
She said, "That's super! I was hoping it would work out like that when you, Lani and Pua got your 'threesome' going last year!"
I have three different dates with junior and senior "actives" this week. On Monday, after school I have a date with Thelma, at her house. On Wednesday, I go to Louise's house with her and on Friday, Hazel and I have a date at my house. Hazel's mother doesn't work so she can only bring her dates home on rare days when her mother is away.
All the "new sisters" are very popular! They all have several dates with the "senior-sisters" this week. Anne said, "It's always like that right after initiation. The "senior-sisters" are all eager to sample the "fresh goodies!" She laughed!
Anne wasn't dragging her feet either! She has dates with two of the very cutest of our "ex-pledges." We decided to double-date on Thursday at our house. It promises to be a "swinging" afternoon!
Well! This week has been a "gasser!" I met Thelma right after school, on Monday, in the parking lot. She has a shiny, new VW Coupe!
It darts in and out of traffic like a quarterback carrying a football!
Of all our "mistresses," Thelma was my top choice. When she asked me for a date Monday I was really thrilled! Thelma just turned eighteen and is the type of girl you see in beauty contests! One thing for sure. She would win in the swimsuit competition.
She's 5 feet 4 inches just like me. If I described her in detail you'd swear that I was exaggerating! I'll just say that she's a girl-lover's dream, come true!
Thelma and her mother have a nice two-bedroom, modern apartment. She told me her mom's a stylist for teen clothes. When she mentioned her mother travels a lot, she gave me a mischievous glance and patted my bare thigh which my miniskirt doesn't cover. "I get lonesome," she said, and I snuggled close to her in her Volks as we drove to her apartment. It was about six blocks from our high school.
The apartment was quite roomy and very nicely furnished in "mod" fashion. Thelma showed me all around before we relaxed in the living room. Thelma said, pointing to the davenport, "Squat, Norma! I'll fix us a mild Pepsi-vodka: do you like them?"
"Yes! Very much! They're Anne's and my favorite," I said with enthusiasm.
"Good!" She put on a neat LP by The Stones and went to the kitchen.
She returned with our drinks in a couple of minutes and with a toast: "To you in Phi Gamma! I hope it's a fab three years for you!" We clinked glasses and I said, "Um-m! Good!"
We sat and sipped and chatted for about ten minutes while listening to The Stones.
Thelma glanced down at my bare things occasionally as we talked. At the end of the record, Thelma faced me with a lovely smile. She said, "Norma, we're so glad you're now a Phi Gam! You'd be conceited if I told you all the lovely things the senior actives said about you!"
"Oh! Thank you, Thelma!" I was glowing. Thelma moved closer to me. Her bare thigh lightly touched mine. She put her palm gently on my warm, bare thigh, with the inviting suggestion, "Pull your skirt up a little more!"
I pulled my skirt up above the edge of my lace panties noticing that Thelma almost devoured my bare legs with her eyes!
She trembled as she complimented me. "Norma, darling! Your legs are the most! Just like Anne's!" She raised my bare arm to her mouth and feather-kissed it just below my shoulder. I shivered at the slight contact with her warm, soft lips.
Then Thelma said softly, "I'd love to take your dress off, sweet! Do you mind?" I raised her palm to my lips and licked it a couple of times. "I'd love to have you take off my dress, Thelma!"
Thelma smiled. "Then stand up and turn around, baby!" I obeyed. She unzipped my dress, turned me so I was facing her, reached up, and slipped my dress off my shoulders, down my hips, and off entirely.
"Oh, Norma! What cute undies! I love your darling little bra and panties! Turn around slowly! Let me look at you, lovely baby!"
I obeyed, turning ever so slowly to show myself off to my latest date.
Thelma reached for my hand and gently pulled me down beside her.
"Lovely, Norma! Simply lovely!"
Thelma was so obviously sincere in her compliments that I glowed with pleasure! She was "wooing me" slowly and gently!
She sat just looking at me lovingly for a moment until her sensuality caused her eyes to droop a bit. In a minute she turned and pushed her full breast out to me, whispering, "Unbutton my blouse, sweet!" I obeyed. My hands started to tremble as I unbuttoned it. She opened her blouse wide and looked down at her breasts partly covered by the narrow low-cut bra. I was staring right into her bra. Thelma took my hand and kissed it lightly.
"Take the blouse clear off, sweet!" I did, still staring down at her half-exposed breasts. She smiled at me. "Do you like them, sweet?" I moaned.
"Oh, Thelma!" It was all I could say at that moment!
Thelma asked, "May I take off your bra, sweet?" In answer I turned my back to her. My breasts fairly leaped out! I looked down at them. They were swelling. My nipples were hard and sticking out!
Thelma said, "Sweet! I saw you naked twice during initiation and I absolutely drooled! How I envied the "mistress" who had drawn you! I've been crazy ever since then to date you! This is wonderful for me!"
"Oh, Thelma, dearest one!" I couldn't hold back another second! I lifted my mouth to hers while she kissed me, open-mouthed, and her hands gently fondled my breasts.
After a long sweet kiss Thelma said, "Do you mind unsnapping my bra, sweet? It's getting tight on me!"
Did I mind? Wow! I'd wanted to free her breasts ever since we sat down together! They were perfectly lovely! I felt the saliva start in my mouth, as I stared down at them.
Thelma said, "Lay your head back and relax, sweet! Close your eyes!"
I obeyed again. The next instant I felt it! The tip of her tongue was teasing first one of my nipples, then the other one! Then back to the first one! I began to moan softly. Then she did it! The softest, sweetest lips imaginable drew my right nipple into her hot, wet mouth. She tongued and sucked it as only a wonderful, experienced girl-lover can. She alternated. Sucking and tonguing both breasts equally. She sucked my breasts for a good five minutes. It was heaven!
I remember thinking, "My God! If her sucking my breasts brings me to such a peak, how'll I stand it when she gets to my pussy?"
Thelma slowly withdrew her mouth, letting my nipple slip out. She gazed into my eyes, "Oh, Norma, baby! That was so sweet! Now, you touch my breasts."
I began to fondle her breasts while she looked down at herself. She was enjoying watching my hands lovingly cupping her breasts.
Suddenly I pinched her nipples tightly, releasing the pressure in a few seconds. Thelma moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, darling! Pinch them again! I loved it!"
I did, but in a couple of minutes, Thelma pulled my head down to her swollen breasts. "Suck my breasts, darling! They ache for your sweet, hot lips and your lovely wet tongue!" Thelma fondled my breasts as I delightedly sucked her luscious lovelies.
But Thelma soon pushed my head away from her breasts.
"Oh, sweet! You've got to stop that right this second! I almost came! That's the quickest I ever came to the edge since my first girl-lover 'brought me out' four years ago!"
Well! That was a real compliment! I gurgled, "Oh, Thelma, darling! I'm so happy that I please you!"
She took me in her arms and French-kissed me long and lovingly!
We both still had our sheer, lacy, panties on. The next time she tongue-kissed me, I felt her hand slip under the band of my panties so she could caress my naked buttocks..
As our long kiss ended, Thelma whispered in my ear, "Stand facing me, sweet!" I did, and she looked me slowly up-and-down for a few seconds ... then, her eyes on mine, she slowly slipped my panties down so I could easily step out of them.
I heard Thelma drew in her breath. "Stand there! Pose for me, sweet!" I raised my arms, pushing my breasts out further, spread my legs, slightly, and pushed my pussy toward her face.
Thelma gently pulled me a little closer. I was now standing directly in front of her.
She whispered, "Spread your legs nice and wide, baby!" When I obeyed, she began teasing my clitoris with her middle fingertip. She was driving me crazy with sexual want! Now her finger entered my pussy! In and out! Out and in! It reminded me of the first time Anne played with me!
Just in time she stopped!
"Oh, sweet! Was that nice for you?" She pulled me down beside her and we Frenchkissed again.
After that long kiss Thelma asked, "Will you take my panties off, sweet?" She stood up facing me, and I tremblingly slipped off her darling sheer panties. She pushed her pussy out to me. "Kiss it, sweet!" I kissed the tuft of hair with my lips, as gently as she was stroking my hair.
In a few seconds Thelma raised me to my feet. Holding hands, facing each other, about a foot apart, we just stood there mute, our eyes roving over one another's naked bodies. "Come, sweet! It's time now," Thelma said softly and she led me in to the bedroom.
We soon lay facing each other on the bed. We lovingly sucked tongues as we played with each other. In a couple of minutes Thelma moved around and down. We adjusted nicely to a lovely sixty-nine position. We sucked each other's wet, throbbing pussies contentedly Until we had a wonderfully satisfying mutual orgasm! Afterward, we lay together, again sucking tongues languidly. It was perfect! This time she was as nice a sex partner as I could hope for.
Once again I had a real crush! I was hoping that Thelma would ask me for another date real soon. As I was getting ready to leave, she held me close and kissed me warmly.
"Sweet! I wish I could date you again right soon, but it's verboten! We're 'honor-bound' not to date a new member but once until all the senior sisters have dated her once. I'm sure you'll understand!"
That night about seven-thirty Anne and I went to our room, "to do homework." The homework was not related to our school studies.
Anne had dated one of the new members that same afternoon, right there in our room. I sat on Anne's lap in my baby-doll top, describing every single detail of my date with Thelma. As I told about each little intimate act, Anne fondled me under my baby-doll top. In turn, I fondled her gorgeous breasts. Every few minutes we would enjoy a long Frenchkiss.
Then, Anne told me all the details of her date with Rita. Anne said, "Rita is a sweet girl! She knows how to please a girl-lover!"
Anne, of course, had also enjoyed Thelma. She said, "Thelma is a wonderful lover!" As I kissed her I said, "Not nearly as wonderful as you, sweetheart!"
"Oh! My sweet baby, Normie! I love you! Love you! Love you!"
And that's just what we did! Right then! Love! Love! Love!....
LETTER FOURTEEN
"There Is Nothing Like A Girl!"
Again, in a letter which deals totally with sex, Norma mentions a great many names of girls with whom she has engaged in sexual interplay. That the sexplay is often shared with two or three girls is not surprising. Norma appears to be devoid of conscious feelings of guilt over any of her sexual activities.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
I told you! I had two dates to look forward to! One on Wednesday with Louise and on Friday with Hazel. Well, we had to alter the schedule. Hazel got tied up for Friday and so Louise decided to invite her as a third girl on our date on Wednesday ... That was a swinger!
I met Hazel and Louise in the lot about three-ten, right after school, on Wednesday. Hazel has a compact car, a neat little foreign job! I sat between them and we started toward Hazel's house. A block from school, Hazel pulled to the curb and stopped. She said, "Raise up, Norma!" I rose in the seat. Then she and Louise pulled my skirt up above my waist.
Luckily no one was around to look in. There I sat, naked from the waist down except for my sheer panties, which didn't hide very much! And! That wasn't all! Hazel said, "Slip your panties off, Norma!" I felt kinda funny about doing it right there on a major street, but I obeyed.
Only then did Hazel start the car and drive on slowly, on the right side of the street. As she drove, she began caressing my left inner thigh while Louise caressed my right thigh. Louise had spread my legs wide apart!
This was a new experience! And I was enjoying it no end. As we stopped for a light there were cars all around us. That made me squirm a little. But the girls kept right on fingering me. Louise now had her hand between my legs. Hazel said, "Don't worry! Nobody can see what we're doing!"
At the next light we stopped again, and I got another surprise! Both girls reached up under their skirts and slipped their panties off quickly. As we started again, they spread their legs, took my hands and put them between their legs. Louise said, "Go ahead, Norma! Play with us!" I did. I was getting into the spirit of it.
It turns you on to be doing such things "right under everybody's nose!" It's a little like the kicks I used to get from having a five-minute date with Lani every day while sitting at the teacher's desk, in a vacant classroom and she fingered me. Anyway it was fun!
At Hazel's house she poured us all a Pepsi. Right after we finished it, Hazel said, "Come, girls! Into my bedroom!" It was fairly large, about the size of Anne's and mine. There was one large overstuffed chair and one fairly large occasional chair. Hazel sat in the occasional chair, pulling me onto her lap as she did so. She slipped her hand under my dress just like Anne does. She pulled my mouth to hers and French-kissed me. Louise was sitting opposite, watching us.
After a long French-kiss, Hazel drew back, amazed, saying "Wow, Louise! She's hotter than Anne! Come on! Help me undress our little playmate!"
Hazel unzipped my dress and as she was slipping it off, Louise unsnapped my bra and took it off. I was totally naked! And Hazel was standing in front of me, and she said "Undress me now, Norma!" I did. Then, at her request, I stripped Louise.
Then Hazel took one of my hands and Louise took the other. We took the few steps to the full-sized bed, and fell on it.
I was in the middle. Both of them started to pet, kiss and play with my body at the same time. Hazel was French-kissing me as Louise teased one of my nipples with her tongue. Now they were both sucking my breasts and Hazel was teasing my clitoris. Then Louise moved up and sucked tongues with me. As she manipulated my nipples, Hazel was busy, too. She was kissing and licking me from my toes upward. Hazel's tongue wag now on my inner thighs. I spread my legs and, wow! Her long, hard, hot tongue slipped right into my pussy! While Hazel sucked at my pussy, Louise was sucking my breast! If you think I wasn't hot you're out of your mind!
I started to quiver and Hazel withdrew her tongue just in time to keep me from coming. Then she and Louise changed places. Now Louise was sucking my pussy. Hazel was sucking my breasts.
They kept at me, changing positions each time I started to come. They drove me crazy! They must have brought me to the edge and pulled me back five or six times. They finally took me over the cliff.
They were both "boiling" by that time! And I was exhausted!
After I came, Hazel got up. She sat in the big occasional chair, Ker legs wide-spread. Louise quickly kneeled between her legs and began sucking her pussy ravenously. In just a short time, three or four minutes, Hazel let out a stifled scream as she pulled Louise's mouth right against her gushing pussy.
When Hazel finished writhing from side to side, Louise moved up beside her and they began French-kissing even before Hazel could catch her breath. For now it was Louise's turn. She sat in the big chair and Hazel did her while I lay on my elbow, watching. I liked it! A lot!
Well! That was a lot different type of party than the date I'd had with Thelma. Hazel and Louise were both sixteen. They were juniors. Both were attractive girls and stacked!
When I described the scene to Anne that night, she laughed. "They practically gobbled you up, didn't they, sweetheart?"
Then she said, "I can understand why, too! I know those two are really sexpots. Besides. This is the first semester that they could ini tiate a class of new members. They just got carried away! Did you mind?"
"Oh, not really, darling! They worked me over, but good! That made my climax more than satisfying! I'm still bushed!"
"But you would like it a little more gentle and tender, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" I agreed, saying, "Oh, yes! I'll take one Thelma to ten like Hazel and Louise!"
Anne laughed. "I'm with you, baby! But you're going to find a lot of different types of lovers among the 'sisters!' One thing you can depend on! They won't leave you hanging!"
The next morning, between first and second periods, I saw another sorority sister, Aida, in the hall. We stopped to talk a minute and Aida asked me to have lunch with her. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria that noon.
I got there first and spotted an empty table for two. I saw Aida come in and I waved to her. She came over, smiling. We put our books on the table to "reserve it," and went through the food line.
Aida was a cute little brunette. She reminded me of Lani. Petite, and with the same type of extra-full breasts. She was just over sixteen. She was a junior. I was attracted to her right off the bat.
As we ate and gabbed Aida said, "Norma, I'd love to have a date with you. When will you have a free afternoon?"
I told her of my cancelled date that very afternoon.
I said, "We can date this afternoon if you'd like to. I hope you can!"
Aida glowed! "Oh, wonderful, Norma! Lucky me!" I laughed after she said it.
When I asked her if she'd like to take me on a "double date" at our house. She said, "That would be fab, darling! I love foursomes!" She smiled mischievously and added, "Especially if one of the four girls is Anne!" So-o! It was set!
After school I met Aida and she drove me to our house. She had just gotten her drivers' license and her dad had bought her a little used Volvo. It was newly painted and ran nicely.
Anne and her date were already there when we arrived. They had gotten out of school earlier. Anne's date was Carmen, a little doll! I think she was the youngest initiate! She was fourteen. She looked like a well-developed seventh grader. Betty Lou, a senior sister, was her sponsor.
Anne went to fix us a drink. I put on an LP by a new group, "The trained fleas." It was real crazy they were doing a jazz-rock arrangement of 'Rigoletto.'
Anne brought our drinks and joined us on the davenport. We chattered about school, our sorority, and this and that. Aida had her arm around my shoulder. Anne was holding Carmen's hand. During a lull in the chatter, Anne pulled Carmen to her and kissed her, lightly at first. Then they were French-kissing. I looked at Aida and our mouths came together. We kissed; a long French-kiss. I felt Aida's hand on my breast. She was sweet. Her lips were soft and her tongue was laving mine with a pleasant rhythm that was arousing.
As our mouths parted, Aida whispered, "That was so-o nice Norma, darling!" I hugged her for saying that! I loved to hear it!
In a couple of minutes Anne said, "Gome on! Let's go upstairs! Carmen and I are ready!" She hugged Carmen as they both walked.
Upstairs, Anne had an idea. She said, "Let's each of us undress, one at a time and, pose a little, while the rest of us watch. It'll be a mini-floor show! She laughed. "Norma! You go first!"
Anne pulled Carmen onto her lap in one big chair. Aida sat in the occasional chair.
I started to slowly undress in the center of the room. I slipped my dress off, then made a full turn, slowly, to let all three of them have a good view of me in my bra and panties. Next I removed my bra. I raised my arms and pushed my breasts out toward them. I watched Aida and Carmen. They were leaning forward, eagerly. Anne was smiling her "naughty smile." She told me that night, "I love to watch you show off in front of the other girls. I'm real proud of you!"
I took my time rolling my panties down. At first, I moved them down just enough to reveal most of my buttocks and the edge of my tuft. I turned very slowly, "flirting" with them, then I began to ease my panties clear down until I could step out of them. Then I was naked and I slowly turned my body so they could see everything I heard a hissing sound s Aida gasped. That pleased me. I knew then, that I had her turned-on!
Next, I moved slowly toward Anne and Carmen. About two feet in front of them I lid the same "finale" I use in my "Postures and Poses" routine. I spread my legs, slightly, and pushed my pussy right out toward them! Carmen moaned and lifted her mouth to Anne's! I saw Anne's tongue slip between Carmen's parted, begging lips! I finished turning in front of Aida. She pulled my naked body into her arms, lowered her mouth, and passionately drew one of my nipples into her hot sweet mouth.
Then, it was Carmen's turn. She was sweet-and shy. She told me later, "That was the first foursome I've ever been on. I have never been naked before, in front of anyone but Brunhilde." Brunhilde, a senior-sister, had "brought-out" Carmen last summer, just a month before school opened. Anne was the only other girl, except for Brunhilde, that Carmen had dated! She said, "I love Brunhilde but Anne was wonderful! Now, Brunhilde wants me to enjoy her 'sisters!' Every single one of them. I'm kinda thrilled, looking forward to future dates!" She was real sweet!
Carmen shyly unbuttoned the tight sweater she was wearing and took it off. She looked down self-consciously at her breasts. They were about to bust out of her low-cut narrow bra! Then she unzipped her miniskirt and it dropped to the floor. She turned slowly. She was lovely! Shapely legs, tapering thighs, and pert little rounded buttocks. Then Carmen unsnapped her bra and freed her two lovely, full breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding. She was plenty hot! Anne had been tongue-kissing her and teasing her nipples through her bra. Carmen was getting over her self-consciousness a little bit. After she made a slow complete turn, she leaned forward, first toward Aida and me, and then toward Anne. I'd love to have had a photo of her as she "showed off" her lovely breasts.
Next, Carmen slipped her cute little panties off. She stood naked before us and I could see that she was trembling. She blushed as she turned to give us a full view of her lovely naked body. Then she ran to Anne, scooted up on her lap, and buried her head on Anne's shoulder.
Aida was next. We all enjoyed watching as she slowly stripped naked and did some teasing poses for us. I was excited. In a very few minutes I knew I would feel her lovely naked body next to mine. That made me more excited. It always affects me when I look at a lovely girl who I know is going to "take me," and I actually started to drool! I'm not jivin! The saliva started pouring into my mouth!
After Aida did her "final pose," she came over so I could pull her onto my lap. "You're beautiful Aida! Just beautiful!" I told her. She smiled, glad that she had pleased me, and moved her mouth to mine.
Anne was the only one left who was still dressed. Now it was her turn to get up and make it unanimous.
Anne has done a striptease for me dozens of times but I always get a thrill watching her. She has little individual gestures and movements that would even turn-on a saint! Carmen's eyes glowed as she followed Anne's every gesture and movement! Course, I'm prejudiced! But! I don't think there's another girl in the world who can top Anne! She's the greatest! Period! End of report!
Anne finished undressing and walked over to Carmen. She took Carmen's hand and led her to the bed, not saying word one. Then Aida got up, took my hand, and led me to the same bed. Anne and Carmen had left room for us in front.
Conversation would have been out of place. Anne was loving Carmen. Aida was loving me. The only sounds were an occasional sharp indrawn breath and subdued little moans of pleasure.
We lay and loved each other for ten minutes or more. We kissed, licked, caressed and fondled until all four of us were "ready!" Then we formed a daisy-chain. Anne told Carmen what to do because it was something new for her.
Anne was sucking Carmen's pussy, Carmen was sucking Aida's, Aida was sucking mine and I was sucking Anne's. In about five minutes, Anne raised her head and said, "Let's switch!" We all moved to the next girl in the chain. Carmen was a little confused on the first switch, but she learned fast. The second time she moved into the new position like she'd been daisy-chaining for years.
As usual, I enjoyed every second of it, but the nicest part for me was sucking Carmen and Aida and being licked and sucked in turn by them. I don't mean to put Anne down! Our turns on each other were wonderful, too, as they always will be!
We completed the cycle. Each girl ended with her original partner. We had a super "group-climax!" Perfect timing! It was fab-fab-fabulous!
Carmen told me the next day. "It was the most wonderful time I've ever had! I just love all three of you!"
The next day was Friday. Lani and Pua had reserved Friday afternoon for our "threesome." I got there about three-fifteen after hitching a ride with Aida.
It was really good to be with Lani and Pua again! We were all thrilled, and had a lot to tell! I told them about my parties during the week and they wanted me to go into all the details. Pua gushed, "Oh, Norma! We're so glad for you! The sorority must be wonderful!" I said, "It's not half as great as our little private 'threesome'!" That thrilled them and they both kissed me right on the lips!
"Oh, Norma! We just love you!" I like them, too. I suppose it's because they're the first girls I ever made out with, but I have a very tender feeling for each of them, second only to Anne!
We had a loving party together in the bedroom! It was just like our "threesomes" last semester! Just wonderful!
Afterward, in the living room, Pua started asking me more about my dates with Pam and Sylvia. She and Lani were real "intrigued." They had been discussing it, and they both thought it would be "fab" to have a date with an older, real sophisticated girl.
I said, "I'll call Pam and maybe we can arrange a party for next Saturday!" They were thrilled!
"Oh, gee, Norma!" Pua said, "We sure hope you can fix it!"
It was five-thirty. I had to hike! Lani, Pua and I each kissed fondly and I started for home.
LETTER FIFTEEN
"Sorority Sexplosion!"
Norma is utterly thrilled when an older girl or woman pays any attention to her. The slightest show of interest or affection is enough for Norma to do anything that is asked of her. This was the case with her sister right from the start. Anne led, and Norma followed along much like a little puppy. Whether it is Anne's inordinate fear that, if she doesn't please older girls or women they will leave her, which compels her to meet every demand placed upon her by elders cannot be precisely determined. Certainly, however, it is apparent that Norma has little ego strength of her own, and seeks strength in those who are older.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
As Anne told me, "You'll really be popular the next few weeks! A lot of the 'senior sisters' have their eyes on you! You'll have a lot of nice dates!"
About ten o'clock the next morning, on Saturday, Anne got a phone call from Pearl. She is a "junior sister." They talked for a while and then Anne called to me "Norma, come here! Pearl wants to talk to you!"
I hurried to the phone! Pearl sounded real nice! She asked me for a date and when I said, "I'm not busy Monday afternoon," she said. "Oh, great! Anne told me that you enjoy 'threesomes,' is that right?"
"They're my favorite, Pearl!" I told her.
"Wonderful! Because Audrey, one of my 'pets,' would love to get acquainted, too! She's dying to 'party' with you!" I was thrilled!
We arranged the date for Monday, after school. Anne invited Pearl and Audrey to make it at our house and they gladly accepted.
Anne said, "You'll enjoy them a lot! They're both real nice! They're two of my favorite 'junior-sisters.' I still remember the first dates I had with them, during 'pledge week' last fall!"
Anne was right! Monday afternoon went perfectly! Pearl and Audrey were super! Wonderful lovers!
At our house I served Pepsi's and I sat between them on the davenport. Pearl giggled! "I hear that Anne has you trained in a little ritual when you come home from school!" So-o! Anne had been blabbing to her sisters! Pearl asked, "Would you do it for us?"
She smiled mischievously! I knew what she meant! I stood right in front of them, reached under my "mini" and slipped my panties off! I handed them to Pearl. She said, "That's a sweet girl!" She playfully pulled me down between her and Audrey again. She raised my panties to her mouth and kissed them. "Such darling little panties!" Then she pulled me to her and French-kissed me. She slipped her hand under my skirt.
Then Audrey French-kissed me. While Audrey was kissing me, Pearl pulled my skirt way up. She was caressing my inner thighs. Higher and higher her fingers moved! I spread my legs, and felt her fingertips on my throbbing clitoris. Audrey "drew-out" our French kiss! Now she was unbuttoning my blouse.
When Audrey ended our kiss, all three of us were about ready!
I said, "Shall we go upstairs?" I didn't have to urge them one bit! Once upstairs, the girls finished undressing me, and I undressed them in turn. Hand in hand we silently moved onto the bed. They put me in the middle and both started loving me.
They were doing everything to me! It's wonderful to have two beautiful naked girls "work" on you at the same time! I just lay back and enjoyed it as they brought me to a luscious climax. When I came, Pearl was sucking my pussy and Audrey was sucking my breast! Wow!
In a few minutes Pearl said, "Norma, do you like to watch?"
"Oh! I love to watch!" I answered.
Peal said, "Well, here's your chance!" She raised Audrey up and they moved to the big chair. Pearl sat down, spread her legs wide, and Audrey kneeled in front of her. I got up and sat in the occasional where I could see everything!
Audrey sucked Pearl off and then they switched positions and Pearl did Audrey. I got hot again watching them! Before it was over I was sitting there playing with myself.
Well! That was a "threesome" all right, but not what I had expected! I thought we would form a daisy-chain! When I told Anne this, she said, "Well, Normie, you're learning some things! Some girls just don't dig a daisychain! They enjoy it more when they concentrate on one girl! And! Both Pearl and Audrey prefer to do it, using a chair! They like to watch their lovers kneel between their legs!"
That I could understand. I, too, enjoy doing it that way! But, I told Anne, "I like it all the different ways! Anne laughed, "My little nympho! You're ready anytime! For anything! In any position!" I guess that's about right!
I phoned Pam that night. Luckily, she was home for once. She seemed very glad to hear my voice! I loved her husky seductive voice.
She knew about Lani, Pam and me! I told her they were after me to get them a date with a couple of her girl friends. Pam was interested right off!
She said, "Norma, darling! I just know they're two little baby-dolls! You tell them I'll get them blind dates! Let's arrange it for next Saturday morning at ten-thirty! O.K.?"
I called Lani and told her about the party next Saturday. I talked to Pua also. They were both delighted! Lani said, "Golly! I hope they like us!"
I told Pua, "Pam will be your date! She'll give you what you've been drooling for!"
Pua said, "Wonderful! I wish it were tonight!"
Lani told me that after our phone call Pua got so excited thinking of Pam giving her a severe whipping that she made Lani whip her hard with the wet "cat" that very night!
I was "dated" after school on Wednesday, by Betty and Jo-Anne. Anne said, "A lot of the sorority sisters who 'go together' quite a lot like to date the 'new sisters' together. That way they can all enjoy the new 'goodies' sooner!"
It was more than all right with me! It's a real ball to have two girls love you at the same time!
We three walked to Betty's house after school that day. Betty is a couple of months over seventeen. Jo is almost seventeen. They're both seniors. We got acquainted as we walked to Betty's place, about four blocks from school. It was a two-bedroom house with a real nice front yard. We went inside and I asked Betty, "May I use your bathroom, Betty?"
"Of course, darling! This way! "She opened .the bathroom door and came right in with me. She stood looking at me while I pulled my skirt up and took down my panties. Betty's eyes glowed! "Sit down, baby! Let me do it!"
I pulled my skirt above my waist and sat on the toilet seat. Betty kneeled in front of me. She slipped her fingers under the band of my panties and took them off entirely. As I started to pee, Betty, still kneeling, put her hand between my legs. "Go ahead, baby!" she said. "Pee right in my hand!"
At this moment Jo-Anne walked in. She leaned over and French-kissed me while I continued peeing in Betty's hand.
Betty wiped my pussy as Jo-Anne watched. Then I got up, and Jo and Betty took turns peeing in each other's hands. They Frenchkissed me while they were performing this very intimate little "love-ritual."
Well! That broke the ice! We went to the living room and plopped down on the davenport, with me in the middle. None of us had our panties on! Betty turned to me, "Did you like that little 'intimacy,' darling?" I said, "I loved it! Anne and I like to do that!"
Jo-Anne said, "So-o! We might know that Anne's little sister has learned to play a few of our little "fun-games!" We all laughed! They both kissed my mouth.
They started caressing and fondling me. JoAnne opened my blouse and took off my bra. "Look at those appetizing breasts, Betty! Why, they're as nice as Anne's!" She lowered her head and drew one of my nipples into her mouth. Betty wasn't slow! Now she was sucking my other breast. Jo-Anne was spreading my legs. In a couple of minutes Jo-Anne said, "Stand up, Norma, darling!"
I stood before her while she reached back and unzipped my skirt. It dropped to the floor. I stood naked under their admiring eyes.
"Beautiful! Perfect! So-o nice!" Their enthusiastic compliments showered me!
They both stood up. Betty said, "Sit down, darling! Let's get out of these concealing clothes!"
They French-kissed, their bodies pressed tightly together. They were unzipping each other's dresses in back. In seconds, they were naked and still in a long French kiss. I could hardly wait to touch those enticing naked girls!
They ended their kiss and sat down by me. Betty cupped my breasts as she asked, "Norma! Do you like spanking?" That hit me in a weak spot!
"I love it, Betty!"
Betty laughed, "Don't we all?"
She went to her bedroom and returned with three ping-pong paddles. She threw three sofa cushions on the floor and lay down. Her legs were spread.
"Come, darling!" I almost leaped to her! My mouth was between her legs in seconds! I felt Jo-Anne's head between my legs. She had positioned herself so that her pussy was easily available to Betty's tongue. We were in a "love triangle!"
We quickly found each other! Jo began spanking me with a paddle. It was my cue! I spanked Betty while Betty spanked Jo.
In a few minutes we shifted. It was a routine I enjoyed! A lot! Just like Lani, Pua, and me!
We had a lovely, satisfying, mutual climax! It was real good!
We showered together. That was fun, too! Two lovely naked "sisters" sharing the shower with me!
Betty apologized. "I'm really sorry we don't have more time, but Mom will be home any minute! I'd like at least two more 'trips'!" She laughed before saying. "That was almost a 'quickie'!"
Quickie or not, it was super! That's one nice thing about a sex session with hip girls! You don't have to waste time with a bunch of preliminaries.
So-o! One more real nice date! I was enjoying my sorority membership more every day!
I sat on Anne's lap, that night after dinner, and gave her all the details of my afternoon date. She said, "Betty and Jo-Anne are nice playmates! I've had lots of good times with them!"
Anne had a date that afternoon. And, she brought her date to our house. The girl's name was Claudia, a cute little blonde barely fifteenyear-old.
Anne said, "Constance brought Claudia out, but the sweet little doll needs more attention than Connie gives her! I'm not criticizing Connie, but she doesn't put much variety into her lovemaking! I taught Claudia a couple of different positions today and she loved it! I even amber-showered her! She resisted that a little but when I told her how much you and I enjoyed it, she was eager! I 'peed' on her first to break the ice! Then I lay down in the tub and she 'peed' on me. After we showered and began sucking tongues, she said, 'Gee, Anne! You must think I'm a real square! It's just that I never even heard of an amber shower before! But now, I think it's fab, a way-out deal!'"
Anne told me, "If Connie doesn't 'get hip' pretty fast, she'll lose that little dolly! I know at least two seniors who would love to take over her training!"
Anne was careful not to get me "turned on," that night because she knew Lani, Pua and I were "partying" at Pam's on Saturday. Anne heartily approved of any sessions with Pam.
She said, "That's the type of mature girls I like to have you go with!"
Anne continued, "So-o here's what I suggest! Go on a two-day 'fast,' and make Lani and Pua promise to do the same. Then all three of you will be extra ready by Saturday morn ing! Turn down any dates for tomorrow and Friday!"
I saw the good sense of Anne's suggestion and got Lani on the phone first chance I had. Anne emphasized the importance of the twoday "fast" Lani and Pua promised to be good for two days. Pua said, "I won't even play with myself!" That's quite a concession for Pua to make, because she does that every night she doesn't have a date.
Lani told me once, "That Pua is insatiable! After one of our heavy 'threesomes' one Saturday, during which Pua came four times, she still made herself come that night with her fingers!"
LETTER SIXTEEN
"Sex, Anybody?"
Norma describes a party given for her Lesbian friends and what occurs during the few hours the girls meet. Again, one can sense the utter compulsion under which Norma, and many of her friends, are operating. For each appears to be concerned primarily with how they will sexually attract their friends and what type of sexplay they will have. Many of the girls attending the party do not even wear panties. It seems that all of them are ready for sex, and that little else interests them, other than drinks and records.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Saturday came. Anne got me ready for the party. As usual, she showered and perfumed me, rouged my nipples and brushed my hair real good. She dressed me in my "micro-mini," thin, flared skirt and my tight white sweater, that buttons in front. I wore no panties! And no bra! I felt naked as I walked to the drugstore to meet Pam. Her car was parked at the corner, and she was waiting for me. Pam was real hot that morning! She drove down a side street and parked in front of an empty building. She pulled me to her and French-kissed me hungrily.
Her hand was under my skirt in short order. After a long passionate kiss, Pam smiled down at me, "Did I smother you, sweet baby? I just couldn't resist doing it! I've thought about kissing you all morning!" Always before, Pam was a little aloof. As if she was kinda holding back. But not that morning!
As we drove to pick up Lani and Pua she asked me to please pull my skirt up above my waist. When I did, she caressed my thighs and put her hand between my legs. She said, "Baby doll, I'm awfully sorry I agreed to date your little girl friend Pua and get another date for you! I know I'll be jealous, watching another girl make love to you! But you wanted so badly for me to date Pua, I just couldn't refuse you!"
I said, "Gee, Pam! I really did want you to take Pua! And please don't be jealous! I love you!" I kissed her hand and she patted my bare thigh.
"I'll try, baby! I'll try! But don't you fall for Debbie! I don't trust her much at all. She wouldn't be above trying to take you away from me! And! She's a very attractive girl!"
At Lani's, I went upstairs to find her and Pua. They were ready! And I don't just mean dressed! Hot and bothered too. When I opened the front car door for them, I made sure Pua and Lani sat in front. I pushed Pua in first, so she'd be next to Pam.
Pam really has "know how!" She put all us girls at ease in no time! It seemed like only minutes before we pulled into Pam's driveway.
Pam unlocked the back door so we could enter. The record player was already on, and Deborah and Imogene were sitting on' one davenport going through record albums. They got up and smiled when we entered.
Deborah was to be my date for the party and Imogene was to be Lani's. Deborah resembled Pam in many ways. She was about thirtyfive. She was a platinum blonde with brown eyes and a gorgeous figure She had a lovely smile!
Imogene Wong was a petite little Chinese doll. I had seen her in several films and as a guest artist on TV. She was the typical geisha-girl type. She was twenty-five-years-old, Pam told me, but she looked about eighteen.
We met in the middle of the room and right after Pam introduced us, both my date and Lani's took us into their arms and kissed us on the mouth. Obviously, they were both highly pleased with us. As for Lani and me, Pam couldn't have chosen two nicer blind dates for us!
We sat together on one davenport as Pam went to the bar to fix us some refreshments.
Lani and Imo hit it off at once. Imo was from Honolulu, a Hawaiian-born Chinese. They were both delighted with each other. They were "jivin' pidgin" and Hawaiian gaily!
Imo told us she was an orphan and was raised by the "Baptist-Mission Group" in Honolulu. She had come to live with an uncle and aunt in Los Angeles, at age eighteen. Her uncle owns Low Yee Tea Room. He caters to a lot of movie people. Imo worked as a waitress in the tea room, and caught the eye of a producer. After a film test, she began working in pictures. Pam told me later, "She's not a star, but only does bit parts so far. But she's in demand a lot. She earns as much as many 'so-called' stars."
Debbie was telling me about a recent set she had designed.
Lani and Pua were bubbling. They both looked "good enough to eat!" We had all agreed in advance to arrive without any undies! Everyone looked real sexy! I could tell that Pam was highly pleased with Pua. And! I thought Debbie was fab!
Pam was the first to lift her glass in a toast "to a lovely party!" We all sipped our drinks. I beamed, "Oh! Pam! Delicious!" She had fixed Cuba Libres, my favorite. drink. Pam had made that first one kinda powerful. It relaxed us all.
The jabbering died down as we all began getting better acquainted and more high. Debbie already had her arm around me. She lifted her glass to my lips for a sip, then her mouth was on mine in a languorous, delicious Frenchkiss. She smiled at me, lovingly. "You're very sweet, darling!" I put my arms around her and French-kissed her back.
Imo and Lani were already petting each other. Pam was fondling Pau's breasts as they tongue-kissed. The party was getting off the ground in record time.
In a few minutes, Debbie got up and excused herself. She went into the bedroom and when she came out, she had taken off her dress. She stood in the doorway a few seconds smiling at us. She had put on black, sheer, lace-edged panties with no crotch. Her black strapless bra had "nipple holes" tailored in it. She had combed her hair so it hung straight down. She walked slowly back to the davenport and stood facing me, with a knowing smile on her face. Softly, she asked, "You like?"
"Um-m!" I just moaned! She sat next to me, pulling me close to her warm, luscious body and planting her mouth on mine.
In a minute, Pam got up. She said, "Debbie, you look so comfortable!"
She said, "Here, Pua, darling! Unzip me!" Pua hurried to obey. "Now! Slip my dress off, baby!" Pua did. Pam faced us! Do you know what she was wearing of all things? Spikes, nylons, and a narrow, black, garter-belt! Period!
Imo was next. She stood and Lani slipped her dress off. What was she wearing? Nuttin'! Not even stockings!
The party was getting into full swing! Debbie had unbuttoned my sweater so it was wide open in front. She was fondling and complimenting my swelling breasts. Then she took my sweater clear off! Afterwards, she unzipped my skirt and took that off! I was all naked! I looked around and it really didn't surprise me to see the other two couples embracing, also completely naked!
Debbie took a look. "Hey! I'm being left behind in the homestretch!" She turned her back to me. I unsnapped and removed her bra.
She said, "Now, my panties, darling!" I kneeled before her and she raised up slightly. I slowly slipped her panties down and off.
Pam and Pua got up in a few minutes. Pua put our empty glasses on a tray and they walked slowly to the bar. Pua's head was on Pam's shoulder. They had an arm around each other's waist. Pam's hand was on Pua's buttocks. The picture of two girl lovers! They were perfect together! Just darling! At the bar, Pua set the tray down. Pam lowered her head so she could suck on one of Pua's lovely thumb-long, cream-colored nipples. She laved and sucked it for a few seconds. Then they French-kissed! Pua now had her long-wanted darling, Pam! I knew she was happy with the way things were going.
They came back with straight shots of delicious Cuban rum. Pam said, "We're lucky to have this special rum. The U.S. customs won't allow any imports from Cuba. Syl's husband, Jack, imports it via Mexico City through a Mexican film producer. To avoid any possible trouble with U.S. Customs, he puts "phony" Mexican labels on the bottles! Syl persuaded Jack to get a case for me."
It was extra-super! I had never tried premium Cuban rum before! You sure didn't need a mix nor chaser! But! It really had "authority!" I downed my drink quick. It warmed me all over! Good!
We all had our "shot" and commented on how good it was before continuing our lovemaking.
This was the scene: Pua was sucking one of Pam's breasts. Pam was caressing Pua's body. Imo and Lani were taking turns sucking each other's breasts and petting them with their hands. Debbie was caressing my inner thigh and sucking my breast. She whispered in my ear, "Baby! Do you mind if I play with you?" For an answer I spread my legs wide, took her hand, and put it right on my pussy. She started teasing my clitoris, moving it slowly back and forth with her finger. It felt good! Pam excused herself in a few minutes and disappeared into the bedroom. She returned with two goodies! In her right hand she had a nylon "cat" and in her left hand she clutched a leather "cat." She moved one of the chairs to face the davenport, placing it about six feet away. Then she approached us slowly and handed both whips to Imo. No one said a word and everyone caught their breaths.
Imo took both whips in one hand and grasped Lani's hand while she sat down on the opposite davenport. Her eyes were fastened on Lani's. In a soft voice she whispered, "Stand facing me, Wahini!" Lani perked up. It was love-whipping time and she liked that!
Imo started with the leather whip which was intended for severe punishment. She took a wide swing. Crack! Right against Lani's shapely upper thigh. Lani cried out. It was painful but she loved it! Crack! The other thigh! Crack! The first thigh again! Back and forth the whip went! Each strike of the leather straps left an angry red stripe. Welts started to rise on Lani's legs. Then Imo ordered Lani to turn around. Now her thighs in back were getting the love treatment. Crack! The only sounds in the room were the regular, rhythmic crack of a leather whip on flesh. Lani's buttocks were soon being lashed severely.
After Imo had punished Lani's buttocks thoroughly, she made Lani turn and face her again, only kneeling this time. She reached down, picked up the nylon "cat" and began to whip Lani's breasts. Her breasts began to swell. Her nipples pushed out. An inviting target for the nylon "cat" indeed!
Next, Imo ordered Lani to lie on her back, put her knees up, and spread her legs wide. Crack! Lani screamed as the "cat" slashed her open pussy. Crack! The "cat" landed and curled between her legs. Crack! Another bull's-eye! Lani screamed again! I counted as Imo lashed her twelve times between the legs! Lani moaned and whimpered through all of it, but we knew she was enjoying it.
Now the whipping was over! Imo lay back and spread her legs wide. Lani crawled quickly between them and got her reward. Imo stroked her hair gently while Lani's eager tongue and mouth lovingly licked and sucked Imo's pussy. Imo began to moan and tremble! She was nearly there! Lani's tongue worked in and out, faster and faster! Imo stiffened and screamed as she pulled Lani's eager mouth closer, and pushed her pussy up while her body screamed into orgasm. Then she lay back in the chair completely spent and Lani slowed her rhythm. It was over!
I was exhausted just from watching! I had been writhing right along with Lani during every punishing lash!
Pam handed Imo and Lani a good stiff shot right after they were done. They both gulped the drinks appreciatively. They stood body to body, mouth to mouth, for the longest time! It was a lovely finale to one of the greatest, and certainly the most draining experiences two girl lovers can enjoy together!
They came back and sat down with us on the davenport. Lani brought more drinks for the rest of us. We needed them!
Debbie and I were next up. I'll just say that Debbie lashed me so thoroughly that I had welts for three days! I loved being whipped. What I was allowed to do to her afterwards was a delightful reward for me!
After another shot to revive us, along with a few minutes rest, it was Pam and Pua's turn. That was really it! Pua was shaking so hard that she could hardly get up from the davenport! Pam told me later, "I saved Pua for last! I knew it would torture her to watch you and Lani being love-whipped!"
It was a case of eager mistress and more than willing slave! I know that it turns Pam on to whip a girl and I can't think of anyone who loves to be whipped as much as Pua! Anne hit it on the button when she said, "Pua's a little on the masochistic side!" She added, "That's a person who enjoys punishment. In fact they crave it!"
Well! After Pam whipped Pua severely and they had a terrific explosion together, we all went to Lani's large bedroom and collapsed, naked, on the two double beds. It was twothirty ... Lani set the alarm for four-thirty ... we all slept for two straight hours!
We got up refreshed and had plenty of time to shower and pet a little while, before Lani, Pua and I left. I got home at a quarter to six. Just in time for a delicious steak dinner at six-thirty.
It was quite a party! Believe me!
LETTER SEVENTEEN
"Sex With Seventh-Graders"
Perhaps it is axiomatic that after Norma has had ample sex teachings by her sister and other older women and girls, she would begin to emulate her elders. For in this letter, Norma writes about her thoughts on recruiting younger girls for sexual activities. That the girls Norma is thinking of recruiting are seventh-graders is not surprising. She would naturally turn to those who were younger. And she is merely following the pattern she learned from older Lesbian girls in her school.
Dear Girl-Lovers:
Lani called me yesterday morning and asked if she could come by for a while that afternoon. She said, "I have something to talk over with you and, if possible, Anne."
I had a date with Dorothy, a "senior sister," for that afternoon, but I knew that Lani had something important to talk over, so I apologized to Dorothy and made a future date.
I told Anne about it, too, and she said, "I'll be there! I'm curious to know what's bugging Lani."
Well! Lani arrived about three-twenty. After we three fondly kissed, Anne went to fix us a light Pepsi-vodka.
When Anne had served us and we were comfortable on the davenport, I said, "Now, Lani, darling! What's the pitch?"
Lani began, "I have library period every day, third hour. I noticed these two darling seventh-graders who sat across from me. They would sit side-by-side for awhile, then one of them would stand beside the other and look over her shoulder at a book. After about five minutes the girl who was seated, would then go to the stacks and bring back a book. Then she would stand and look over the other girl's shoulder. The first thing that attracted my attention was that, in both cases, the girl standing would close her eyes, obviously breathe hard, with a sexual expression on her face. On the third day it happened, it suddenly hit me! "They're playing with each other!" Then I realized that there are a number of seventh-grade girls, that are mature enough to be "brought out!"
I talked it over with Pua. She said, "It may be a good idea! We could use the eighth-grade girls, which we bring out this year, to look around for possible material for next year.
"If this year's eighth-grade girls had a number of candidates for next year it would make recruiting a lot easier! This year's eighth-graders would have a quota of pre-pledges for next year; each of which she personally has 'brought-out' as a seventh-grader."
Well! Anne was positively enthusiastic! She said, "Lani! You're a genius at organizing! It won't surprise me to see you as president of our national sisterhood one day!"
I could see the sense of it, too! It would be like a ladder! Eighth-grade girls recruiting seventh-graders as "pre-pledges" to the junior high club. Tenth-graders recruiting and "bringing out" ninth-graders, "pre-pledges" to the senior high school sorority. And our college alumnae sponsoring the whole program. Naturally! As time passes, we'll have more and more college graduates to encourage us and help financially!
Anne and I enthusiastically endorsed Lani's proposal. We all agreed that it would require extra caution with the seventh-graders. About ten percent, as we estimated, would be "ready!" Most seventh-graders are thirteen years old. Some are twelve, almost thirteen.
As we sat on the davenport and discussed the new recruiting program, it got all three of us a little excited thinking about "bringing out" twelve year olds! About four o'clock, Anne said, "Let's go up to our bedroom!" Lani and I were ready, too! We had a good hour and-a-half before the folks got home!
First we undressed each other and each of us postured and posed a bit. Then we lay on the bed, sucked, tongues and breasts, and played with each other. Then we went to the bathroom and amber showered each other As a finale we lay on the rug in a fab threegirl daisy-chain.
I love to suck Lani's pussy, any time, and she and Anne enjoy sucking each other, so our mutual climax was a blast!
The next week Anne and I had a date on Saturday with Syl and Pam. We told them about our new idea for seventh-graders. They both approved. Pam said, "God, Norma, I hope you can fix it for Syl and me with some of these seventh-graders. It'll .be like seducing my own granddaughter, but I'll love it!"
At school, the semester was well started. I like all my classes! I like French! Anne teased me. "No wonder you're doing well in French! You had a head start!"
I'm also one of the two top pupils in my typing class. My fingers are nimble from my piano-playing. And I've been getting a short article in the school weekly newspaper once in a while. Daddy is pleased! I hope to be on the staff next semester!
Instead of general gym classes, like we had in junior hi, we have a choice. We can take tennis, swimming or acrobatic dancing. I'm taking tennis. I could already play the game but hadn't had any instruction. We're learning a lot! I'm working on my backhand stroke at present.
As we got busier in school, our sorority activities cooled a bit. I have just two date afternoons, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Once a month we have a get-together for the whole sorority. Millie lets us use her beach house. There are twenty senior sisters and ten of us junior sisters. We have our monthly reunions every fourth Saturday. So far, we've had only three. I'm looking forward to our next one, in two weeks. The first one turned out real great! Pam and Millie came down to chaperone our first monthly party. It didn't take much coaxing to persuade them to join in the activities which were varied and continuous.
I don't see Lani and Pua as often, but we try to get together every Saturday. They have their "Club Twelve" pretty well organized. It keeps them busy and out of mischief! Lani and Pua are the "directresses." The ten girls we "brought out" last year, make a total of twelve. Hence, the name "Club Twelve".
Lani told me, "Pua and I are getting some lovely new material from this year's eighth-grade girls! She said, "There are two extra sweet little girls I want you to enjoy soon!"
Anne and I still "baby-sit" once in a while for Chinita's ladies! This year Chinita always "books us double" as a "sister team" We only work for Chinita about once a month. She said, "I could keep you busy five days a week!" But she doesn't want us to neglect our school activities and, anyway, we don't really need the loot! I found out that Chinita has quite a stable! Millie told me, "She has twenty girls on call. They're all young! None over nineteen! Most of them are school drop-outs. They are mostly from rather poor families."
Lani, Pua and I had another party at Pam's last Saturday. Pam brought two other "studio girls." We all swapped partners during the day. Pua got what she craved from Pam! Stripes and welts! She was happy!
I let Chinita read this today!
She said, "Let's stop here! There's more than enough!" She wants me to continue with letters about my future activities.
So-o! That's it for this little volume of some of my "fondest memories." Till the next! Au revoir!
AFTERWORD
Once Norma's letters were discovered by school officials, an immediate investigation was made. Each of the girls Norma mentioned in her letters was counseled extensively. Their parents were informed about this girl's sexual activities and were apprised as to how the school officials best felt the situation should be handled.
In each case, it appeared that one underlying cause of the promiscuous sex activity was an almost total lack of parental supervision. Norma's parents both worked long hours. When her parents were home, they were either too busy or too exhausted to concern themselves with their offspring's needs or desires. This was true of several other girls.
In most cases also, there was a noticeable lack of sex information given to the girls involved. The parents had ignored indications that their children should be apprised about sex, and the school was hampered in their attempts to supply sexual information by parents who felt sex education was a family-rather than a school concern.
A majority of the girls counseled were genuinely concerned about their actions and some suffered grave embarrassment, once they were "found out." They immediately recognized that their actions were "unfortunate," to say the least, and took steps to curb their deviant sexual behavior. Fortunately, school officials were psychologically oriented, and the girls received help rather than chastisement This attitude, more than any other single element, was instrumental in redirecting the girl's activities into more acceptable channels.
As for Norma's sister, there appears to be little one can do. The girl is a confirmed Lesbian and has expressed the desire both to school counselors and to her parents, that she never have anything whatsoever to do with men. Anne's older friends as well appear to be dedicated to living a life as Lesbians. And Lani and Pua also have verbally stated that they see no reason to change their sexual bent.
Although Norma still expresses much hostility and asserts that she, too, is a confirmed Lesbian, her counselors have much hope for her. It is felt that Norma's pliability will enable her to enjoy normal teenage relationships. Norma is just now beginning to accept the words of the counselor assigned to her, and the counselor has noted of late that Norma seems to be less influenced by her sister and has become more of an individual as a result of her sessions.
Norma is now beginning to assert her wishes and desires, and this has been the cause of many arguments between Norma and her older sister, who was accustomed to having Norma do everything she requested. Norma's rebellion against authority has lessened. She is receptive to the words of her counselor and is beginning to feel, she has stated, that her counselor seems to be interested in her life whereas her sister is only interested in having a "servant."
Norma's counselor is convinced, that with regular sessions, Norma can have a happy, normal life. And that the depravity her sister led her into will become a mere fleeting memory and finally forgotten as Norma makes the uphill climb to the establishment of her own moral code.
