"I knelt down between his knees and then I got my hand on his cock and I could feel it pulsing and throbbing in my hand and when he told me to kiss it and lick it a little, I did it. But, it was something that I wanted to do. When I put it in my mouth and I began tasting the stuff that was oozing out of it, I liked that and I started sucking on it real hard. He told me to move my hand up and down and then he told me to move my tongue around and all of a sudden his cock was spurting and I was swallowing and I just went nuts. I was having the wildest kind of orgasms and I was shivering like I had a chill. I lost my head entirely and for a while I didn't know anything about what I was doing.
1
It is a popular belief that those who open their homes to unfortunate young people are very fond of children and anxious to help them. Considerable investigation suggests that this is not necessarily true in all cases, that many people will take foster children into their homes in order to augment their income, and for many other reasons not always so apparent.
This researcher talked recently with a female probation officer who was directly concerned with the problem of finding a foster home for many young girls from thirteen on up. She pointed out that while every effort is made to place a young person who must enter a foster home, into a wholesome atmosphere, there are just too many cases of runaway girls, rebellious boys and there are just not enough professional people to handle the work load that exists today.
Probation people and social workers in all of the large cities are overworked, unable to cope with the many young people who are dumped into their laps, problems and all, and while most professionals do try to do a good job, too often the people they are dedicated to helping thwart their efforts. Perhaps a young person will refuse a recommended foster home because she doesn't like the neighborhood, or the people who will become her foster parents, maybe she is perverse and downright uncooperative anyway.
Discussing the young people today who become candidates for foster homes, one weary social worker said that she was utterly disenchanted with her work and the people she tries to help.
"This is a new generation of vipers," she said. "The girls are sexually precocious, depraved, probably perverted, if that word is still usable in our emancipated culture these days. You take a pretty young girl and put her into juvenile hall for a few days and you know that the dykes will be at her, and she will either surrender or get hurt. It is usually unpredictible how it will come out, but you know that it will happen.
"And, by the time we get a young girl to worry about, she has usually run away or gotten herself into trouble of one kind or another and we are dealing with a case hardened sexpot. We know that when we put a girl like that into a foster home, anything can happen. We just hope that the foster parents can exert a good influence and teach the youngster a new and better way of life. We have no way of knowing if that ever takes place. Frankly, once we place a youngster, unless she gets into further trouble, our interest in her is at an end. Not because we want it that way, but because we get a fresh batch of youngsters in trouble every day. That may not seem too optimistic, but that is the way things are nowadays. There are just too many kids on the loose nowdays."
The men who deal with the boys who have to be put into a foster home have very much the same problems. They can breathe a bit easier because a boy's troubles are not nearly so complex as those that bedevil a girl, and while every effort to steer a boy into good and wholesome areas is tried, the end result is too often unpreditible and no one actually cares. Here again, the heavy work load, the endless stream of young people in trouble precludes any real time and attention for anyone.
Because this is so, those who do go into the foster homes are pretty much aware that their life can be pretty much what they make of it. The situation very often borders on the ridiculous, because a young girl forced to accept a foster home, very often gets the opportunity to screen those with whom she may live and if she doesn't like the looks of her intended foster parents or the appearance of their home, she need not accept them. While this might seem a bit odd, the probation people and the other authoritative agencies feel that a young person will have a better chance of developing or prospering in a climate wherein they are happy and comfortable. That is the reasoning behind letting the youngster accept or reject their foster parents and foster home. Many of the young people involved in this situation use their power of veto quite sensibly and often.
There is an attitude of bravado and utmost frankness in many of today's young runaways.
Many of them are severely oversexed and determined to enjoy the thrills and feelings that their glands and their bodies can provide for them and they go abuot achieving the thrills they seek with little regard of others, it seems.
Lily M. is a very pretty little blonde with a figure that she knows is inflammatory and she likes to show her figure off whenever she gets the chance. She has been doing that ever since she was about thirteen. Lily has run away from home several times and her parents finally gave up on her and asked the authorities to place her in a foster home. Lily was almost fifteen the last time she ran away and faced entering a new foster home.
"I was lucky that they didn't find out about Joey," she says. "He and I took off together and we were together for about six weeks and we had us a lot of fun. Joey is a hot pants and so am I so we were always making out and I guess that we got around to trying everything. We tried screwing but that didn't really do much for either of us, and we were always worrying about me getting pregnant, so we would do a sixty nine most of the time, or maybe Joey would let me blow him if I had the hots. That sure turned me on and wrung me out because I was geared to come every time I made him blow his lump and I really got to be good at sucking cock. At least, that's what Joey said. And he should know because he had been sucked off by a lot of broads before I found him. You see, Joey was three years older than I, and he had some really nice equipment between his legs and I really dug him and his stuff. But, when they nabbed me, I was alone and they didn't even find out about Joey.
They picked me up as a runaway and I laid out a short hitch in juvey but no one bothered me. They were trying to figure out what to do with me. My probation officer told me that I was a bomb and about to explode. She thought I was I walking sexpot and I guess that she was right.
"They had a hell of a time finding a foster home for me. But they finally did it. This one afternoon I went with the P.O. to take a look at my new home, if I wanted it, and the young couple who were going to take me into their home and their hearts, and when I met them, I sure got a shock.
"The husband was a real nice looking guy, and his wife was really a beauty. She had a body that was a knockout, and I guess they could tell that I liked them right away. They sat in the living room of their little house and talked with us and it was quite plain that they were very quiet and meek people. Why they wanted to take a foster kid into their home, I couldn't guess, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Leo, the handsome young husband, and I kept looking at Gayle, the gray eyed brunette wife. They were both very young and after they talked for a while, I learned that I was to be their first foster kid. They were just trying the idea out because they had a nice house and Leo was working a great deal and so was Gayle and they wanted someone to share their life. When the P.O.asked me if I thought I'd like to live with Leo and Gayle, I said that I would and after a while it was all settled.
"Like most cities these days, our town had a shortage of foster homes. There were never enough available to the people who were trying to find suitable places for kids. And my P.O. told me that I was very lucky to find such a nice home as I was getting with Leo and Gayle. They lived on the outskirts of the city and Leo worked as a draftsman and Gayle, who worked as a secretary, was going to quit her job and stay home and look after me and my needs. At least that's what she said. Like I said, they were both meek and mild and I had the feeling right from the beginning that if I hollered at either of them, they would cringe or burst into tears. But, I liked that in them and I wasn't worried about them trying to push me around.
"A few days later, I moved in with them and Gayle took me to school and got me registered and school wasn't much of a problem for me. The only thing I hated was having to spend so much time with dopey little kids.
"My home life started out very nice and pleasant. Gayle wasn't working any more when I moved in and she spent a lot of time with me, helping me fix up my room and my wardrobe. We were very close friends, she thought. I began leaning on Gayle right away. I mean by that, that I would tell her to do things and she would do them. I don't think she had any idea that she was being directed. Maybe we would be home on a Saturday morning and instead of doing what she was supposed to do she would help me with my chores. I'd put up with that, then I would tell her to go and do her work and she would do it. She was very docile and very obedient and so was Leo. They seemed to like having someone around who would tell them what to do. And, because they were like that, I decided that I was going to see what I could do with them.
"The thing was that I was always playing with it myself, every chance I got, and I'd lie in bed at night and think how nice it could be if I had Leo's cock to suck or play with. Or maybe it would be nice if I spent the day with Gayle and made her suck me instead of doing it with my hand all the time. Oh, I'd had a few les experiences and I discovered that I could go both ways. I liked cock, and I liked cunt, too. Depending on the way the thing was worked out. I mean, if there wasn't a set of balls around, the I'd settle for pussy. I'd get so damned hot sometimes I'd have no real preference about things one way or the other.
"I think it was me seeing the way Leo would react to seeing me around the house that made me think of seducing him. I mean, really seducing him. I knew that I had a nice shape, and that my breasts stuck right out on my chest and I had a cute round butt and my legs were nice, so all in all, I could understand how I could give Leo a mad time. And, I knew that I was getting to him, because after I'd been around him for a while I could keep watching his crotch and he'd get a hard-on that was so big he just couldn't hide it.
"The whole thing came to a head one Saturday morning when Leo and I were home alone, and Gayle had gone into town with the car. She would be gone most of the day because she had a lot of errands to take care of. Her parents lived in an adjoining town and she was going to stop off and visit them. She said that she would call from their house and let us know when she was leaving so that we could get dinner started, me and Leo.
"Well, with Leo around underfoot while I was doing the house work, I couldn't help thinking how nice it would be if I could break him down and put his big cock to good use. Oh, he had a big one, I could tell, from the many times I'd seen its outline in his pants.
"Thinking about what I could do with Leo got me so damned hot I think I must have been a little crazy. Leo was sitting in the living room watching TV and I went into my bedroom and changed my clothes. I'd been wearing a dirty old blouse and a skirt and I took them off. I took my bra off too and I got into a tight pullover that showed my tits off like they were naked. Then I put on a pair of short shorts, the kind where the crotch climbed right up inside of my little honeypot. I brushed my hair and dabbed a little lipstick onto my mouth. Then I went out into the living room and I started doing the dusting right under Leo's nose. He took one look at me and his face got a little pale. I gave him a nice big smile and I went close to him and dusted the furniture around him. He couldn't take his eyes off of me and I knew it. I kept on smiling at him and I could tell that he was all stirred up. I looked at his crotch and he had a hard-on so big it looked like a telephone pole. When I gave him a nice big smile he started to shake a little and I thought it was time for the kill.
"He was sitting in one of the arm chairs and the TV was on but he wasn't watching it any more. He was looking at me and he was almost ' sick with wanting. I went over to him and I dropped to my knees in front of him. He was staring at me, and I was staring at him, and I was smiling, sure of myself and sure of him, too."
'It's so nice being home alone with you, Leo said softly. 'I like being here with you like this. It's so cozy."
"He didn't answer me. He just kept staring at the outlines of my breasts and I reached out and touched his enormous cock with the back of my hand. He jumped like I'd touched him with a red hot poker. I laughed at him and I just kept on rubbing him there and he just sat there and shook.
'Did I do this to you, Leo?' I asked in a whisper. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you excited."
"He was licking his lips and his face looked slick and even paler. He seemed to enjoy the touch of my hand against his cock. He didn't tell me to stop.
"Jesus, Lily," he said, thickly, 'you're so pretty. And, you got a shape that just won't quit. What do you think you do to a man?'
"I know what I like to do to a man, I said, softly.
"I unzipped his fly and he just sat there, not saying anything more, just watching me. I got my hand inside his pants and then I could feel his hardness in my hand and I pulled his cock out and I guess I just stared at it for a moment or two. He had been circumcised and his cock was big. It was skinny and long and there was a steady stream of fluid flowing from its tip, and sliding down its length. I started giving him a hand job, nice and slow and easy and he reached out and stopped me. He told me to take my hand away. I should leave him alone.
'I'm not going to leave you alone, Leo! I told him. 'I intend to enjoy this lovely thing. And, you are going to do exactly as I tell you to do. You understand?'
"I gave hima stern, mean look. He was in no shape to argue with me about anything, but I wanted to make damned sure he knew that he was to do as he was told.
'If you don't obey me implicitly, Leo,' I said quietly, 'I will tell my probation officer that you attacked me and assaulted me, and when I wouldn't do what you asked of me, you hurt me. You want me to tell them that?'
"He shook his head and he was really scared. I started moving my hand up and down again on his rod and he didn't say a word. A moment later I bent my head and took his prick into my mouth and in spite of how scared he was, he didn't take in coming. He started shooting his honey in seconds. He was squirming and making strange sounds, like a horse whinnying and as I sucked him and milked him, he just squirmed and let me do just as I pleased. When I finished him off, I lifted my head and gave him a sweet smile. When I asked him if that wasn't so much nicer than arguing, he nodded and then I started playing with him again and he started squirming and moaning and he was all ready to go again.
"I let go of him and then I got onto my feet again. He was looking at me trying to figure out what came next. I explained it to him and I was quite definite about what I had in mind.
'I want you in my bedroom, Leo,' I told him. 'And, I want you to take your clothes off. After that, I'll tell you what comes next. Now, come along like a good boy and let us have a nice, pleasant day together. You'll like that, won't you?'
"Before he got a chance to answer, I found his mouth and I kissed him. That kiss could have blistered his mouth. That's how hot I was. He sure didn't fight me any after that. He followed me into my bedroom and I sat and watched him get undressed. He was all man, that Leo and when he was naked I pushed him down onto the bed and I started sucking him off again. He enjoyed that kind of fun and so did I. I had a few ideas in mind for him, things he could do for me, but I was saving them for when he began losing his steam. Naked tits and a hot little pussy has made many a man regain interest in sex and fun in a hurry.
"Leo was really a sex pot, worse than I was, I think. He just laid on the bed and let me suck his cock for hours, and when I played with his balls and tickled them, he just moaned like he was in heaven and maybe he was. When we finally had to take time out to rest, I made us some coffee and some sandwiches and Leo was quite willing to talk. He told me that he had had his eyes on me ever since I'd started living with them. He had the hots for me right along, but he was afraid to do anything about it. He told me that he was not at all agressive. He was very timid and really very shy, so he would have never thought of trying anything with me. I told him that I was agressive enough for both of us and I would see to it that we had lots of fun. He was a bit upset about Gayle and the fact that we were doing things she would not have approved. I thought that that was an understatement if I had ever heard it. I asked him about his sex life with Gayle and he got real red in the face but I made him tell me what they did for kicks. Gayle was a really skillful cocksucker and they worked at the sixty nine all the time. Once in a while they would screw but they seemed to get the most fun out of sucking each other. I knew all about that, and after a while, I went back to the bedroom with Leo and when he got so that he couldn't feed me anymore, I let him take my shirt off and start loving my breasts and that got him up in one hell of a hurry. When the steam from that wore off, I gave him a mouthful of sweet young cunt and then he really got all worked up again. He was good with his mouth and his tongue and we worked at that for hours, until we knocked each other out. Then, he went into his own room and took a nap and I sacked out in my own bed, knowing that I had really found myself a wonderful foster home. I was delighted with Leo and I knew that he would be easy for me to handle. I fell asleep wishing that the day would be longer and that we both had glands that wouldn't quit.
"The telephone woke me up that afternoon. It was Gayle and she sounded like she was very happy. She had had a nice visit with her folks and she asked me to get our dinner started and she would be home in an hour or so, depending on the traffic. I said that I would do as she had asked and when I hung up I went into Leo's bedroom. He was awake. I guess the phone woke him, too. I went to him and started necking him and handling his prick and he got hard in a real hurry. I was bareassed and so was he so it was only natural that we should have us a very nice sixty nine, and when I just couldn't get another drop out of him, I made him get up and go to work in the kitchen. He didn't seem to mind being ordered around and I knew that I would enjoy pushing him around a lot in the future. He was the kind that you would abuse anyway. He was sort of made to be used and abused and I guess he was a natural born submissive. Hell, he still is.
But, the thought of pushing him around and making him to any damned thing I wanted him to do did make me turn on and I knew that I was going to enjoy my life in the future.
"When Gayle got home, we were both dressed and everything was very nice and innocent. We had a nice dinner together and then we settled down in the living room like an ordinary and happy family. I kept looking at Gayle and thinking how pretty she was and what a nice figure she had and I got myself all hot and bothered thinking about her and what she and Leo did together. In spite of all the action that I had enjoyed with Leo that day, when I got into my bed that night, I was all steamed up and I laid in the dark and masturbated for a long time, and you know what I was thinking about? I was thinking about making love with Gayle and having her make love to me. I was quite sure that I was going to do something about Gayle. I would have to think about it when my mind was clear and not seething with the thrills of sex and playing with myself.
"The following day was a Sunday and it was a very quiet day. Gayle and Leo spent most of the day in the backyard around the house, fooling with the flowers and shrubs. It was the beginning of summer and school would soon be out and the two of them were trying to make the place look nice. I watched them from the kitchen windows as I did breakfast dishes and I got so that I started drooling just thinking about what I could do with the both of them if I just played it cool and didn't try for too much too soon.
"Later in the day I went out and helped them with the things that they were doing and I got a few laughs out of the looks that Leo kept giving me. I knew what he had on his mind and he knew what I had on mine. I was sort of hoping that Gayle would take the car and go into town for something so that I could have Leo's cock for a while, but she wasn't about to go anywhere.
"Late in the afternoon Leo and I were working close together and I told him to send Gayle into town for something. He looked at me like I was crazy. I snapped at him and I told him to make sure that Gayle went into town and soon, too, because I was hot for him and I was going to have some cock or else. Did he understand? He got red in the face, but about an hour later he persuaded Gayle into taking the car and going into town for some stuff that would kill snails. As soon as she was halfway down the road, I told him to get into the house and out of his clothes. He obeyed me without a word, and I really went to town on him and he got all the sweet little pussy he could eat, too. When Gayle got back from town we were both back at work in the yard and she gave us both a nice big smile and she had brought some ice cream back with her, so we took time out to enjoy that and then we resumed working again until it was time for dinner.
"That evening I sat around with them in the living room and I couldn't stop looking at Gayle and thinking how very lovely she was. I was so hot for her I was practically sick. I just couldn't get my mind onto anything else and I finally excused myself and went off to bed, so over-stimulated by the thought of seducing Gayle and how to do it that I was on fire with sexual excitement, and I played with myself in bed again, trying to cool myself off so I could do some thinking.
"It turned out to be easier than I could ever have thought. When I got home from school the next day, Gayle was working at the kitchen sink and as soon as I changed my clothes, she told me that she had a job for me to do. She wanted me to vacuum the living room carpeting and then scrub the kitchen floor. I just looked at her and I was angry. I snarled at her.
'You do it,' I told her. 'I'm tired. I don't feel like doing it."
"She turned to look at me and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She dabbed at her eyes with a corner of her apron and I watched her, wondering why she should start bawling just because I snapped at her. Her face looked funny and her eyes were soft with hurt and she was trembling.
'You are suposed to help us, Lily,' she said, sniffling. 'And, you don't. When I ask you to do something, you refuse. You are not at all nice, Lily. I think you deliberatley try to be mean, especially to me. I think that's hateful."
'It sure is,' I said angrily. 'I'm no damned servant in this house. You want something done, do it. Don't bother me about it."
"She sniffled some more and she had to wipe her eyes again.
"I don't know what made me carry it a few steps further but, I was hot for her and wanting her and not at all certain of how to make out with her and I guess I was trying my wings. I stood looking at her and I spoke coldly and I gave her a direct order for the first time.
"'You never mind worrying about the vacuuming,' I told her. 'I didn't make my bed. You can do it. And, change the linens. And, when you have finished with that, then clean up in the bathroom. You hear?'
"She nodded and she began bawling again. She turned to face me and she told me, almost stuttering as emotions swamped her, that I was awfully mean for one so young. And, she was really afraid of me. She stood looking at me, her eyes streaming with tears and she was trembling and it finally dawned on me, that she was begging me to dominate her, to hurt her. All of a sudden I knew what was what with Gayle. She was sexually excited simply because I had been mean to her. I walked close to her and when I slapped her face, she almost went into convulsions right then and there. I knew that she had a quick, exaggerated orgasm. I could see the way it shook her whole body. I slapped her again on the other cheek and she just stood and shivered and the tremors ran through her pretty body and her eyes were soft and adoring as they stared at me.
"'Come into my bedroom, Gayle,' I said j quietly. 'I think we will have to do something! about you right away."
"She dried her tears and when I walked away from her, she followed me into my room. She stood beside the bed and I looked at her and when I smiled at her, she began trembling again.
"'Take your clothes off, Gayle,' I told her. 'I want you naked and we are going to have a nice time. You want to have a nice time, don't you?'
"She nodded her head as gravely as though I had asked her if she wanted to keep on living. She told me that I made her hot, and she just couldn't help herself. She had been trying to provoke me into noticing her for some time. She was sorry but that was the way it was. I smiled and told her to get undressed and I would do something about her. She obeyed me like a robot.
"She was an exceptionally beautiful girl with the clear white skin of the true brunette. Her breasts were large and plump and while they held no suggestion of sag, they felt hard and firm to the touch. Her nipples were not very big, and when I squeezed them in my fingers, she gasped in quick, delicious pain and then she had herself another lovely orgasm. She took the rest of her things off and I was pleased to see that she had a tiny, delicately made vulva and sexual organ. She was beautifully made all over and she knew it. I put my hand between her legs and I touched the warm folds of delicate flesh and she moaned softly.
"'Don't hurt me,' she whimpered. 'Please, don't hurt me."
"I deliberately hurt her, by digging my nails into her sensitive flesh and she squealed and a massive orgasm shook her and I realized that she had been begging me to hurt her, to give her the release that she desired. I told her to lie down on the bed and she obeyed me, still shaking and experiencing an orgasm of exceptional pleasure.
"I undressed and she watched me, and I could see that she thought me beautiful when she looked at my body. I climbed onto the bed with her and we wasted no time in preliminaries. I found the delicious flesh between her legs and she found mine and we started making love to each other and the wanting and the yearning began building in both of us and then we both climaxed and the bed shook fiercely as our bodies exhausted themselves in exquisite frenzy.
"Our first attempt was just too wild and too frantic to last for very long. We tore ourselves to pieces and then we finally had to stop. We lay locked into each other's embrace and we didn't use words, we didn't need them. After a while, Gayle began kissing me and my body and she was a gifted lover, and she knew exactly how to make love to a girl. She had me in orbit in seconds and she kept me there for hours while every nerve and pulse in my body sang and clamored with excruciating sexual joy. I wallowed in ecstasy for a long time and when I finally had to stop her, she looked at me with her soft eyes questioning me, worried about whether or not she had pleased me. I kissed her sweet mouth and she smiled, happy because she had performed her function properly. You see, Gayle was a natural born lover, and the fact that she could give me pleasure was important to her.
"The situation was ridiculous, of course, but when we did talk, she told me that she had suffered so much and so many times, watching me walking around with my pretty body and she knew that she ached with a yearning to love me and she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't do anything about it at all. But, we had finally changed all of that.
"She tried to explain to me about her love for Leo, and her marriage but I made her hush and then I went down on her and she had come so many times making love to me, her honey pot was a real treat. We both felt a little ashamed of our sexual appetites by the time that we finally stopped with our love making. Leo would have to have his dinner and we had to do something about that, and when we got out of bed and started dressing, Gayle hugged me to her and she told me that she was so happy that I was going to live with her and Leo. She didn't know it as yet, but I was quite happy about that, too.
"In a way, it tickled me that I was enjoying both of them and they didn't know it. And, after that first afternoon, Gayle and I were lovers. Whenever I could get Leo alone I would make love with him, too. So, I kept myself quite busy.
"And then school ended for the summer and my boyfriend Joey found me. He came to visit and I saw Gayle looking at him one day when he had stopped by and he was looking at her and I thought, well, why not? They were both hot pants and so was I and if Joey wanted to play games with Gayle and me, who was to say no. When I suggested the idea to her, she was appalled.
"'Please,' she begged, 'don't make me do something like that. Please, don't make me."
"That sort of talk was laughable because we both knew that she wanted me to make her do whatever I wanted her to do. The next day Joey came over and Gayle didn't even put up a fuss when I told her to go into her bedroom and get undressed. Joey and I would be in very soon. She looked at Joey and she got very red in the face, but she turned and went off to do as she was told.
"Joey thought that Gayle was a very pretty girl and he was right. He thought she was even prettier when he saw her without her clothes and the two of us spent the whole afternoon making Gayle do everything sexual that we could think up.Joey was as hot as could be and he screwed Gayle and then while I was eating her, he made her blow him and then we took turns changing around and trying everything. Gayle liked Joey and he liked her. They really dug each other, and it got so that Joey showed every day for a long while. Things went on with the three of us balling every day and Leo never guessed. He was so busy trying to figure out ways of getting to be alone with me, he never thought too much about anything else. And, finally, one day, I told Gayle all about what I had been doing with Leo and she just didn't care. She was having so much fun with Joey and me she just didn't care about anything else. And, when I told Leo, he cared but there really wasn't a damned thing he could do about anything.
"He stayed home on Saturday morning and Joey came over and Leo got to learn the facts of life. We tied Leo up and he thought we were playing games and it turned out that we were, but not the kind of games he thought we were playing. Once he was tied up, Gayle and Joey started fooling around and Leo had to watch them, but I kept blowing him while he watched Gayle and Joey and he sure got a big charge out of what they were doing.
"But, it is funny with Leo. He still has to be tied up if we are to have any real fun. Naturally, Joey and I are still with Gayle and Leo and I have found real happiness in the foster home that I wound up in. And, it has been years now that we have all lived together. But, we have often talked about whether or not Leo and Gayle might have stayed together if I hadn't showed up to become a part of their lives.
"The question of who seduced who is not easily answered, either, because I think that Gayle and I would have gotten around to trying sex with each other in any case, and even if I never went after Leo, I'll bet he would have made the pass at me.
"None of these things are of any real importance to us. What concerns us most is the fact that we are all very happy together and we are so glad that we found each other. Maybe one day Joey and I will get married, but I don't know. Joey is very fond of Gayle and he likes to make her do all sorts of things while her husband is forced to watch what they do. I like that sort of playing around because while Leo has to watch, I blow him as often and as much as I want to, and we both enjoy that. So, while we live a crazy life, we are very happy with each other and I have to realize that my foster home might have been just fine for me.
"After all, I loused it up myself."
2
Most of those involved with the finding of foster homes for young people are dedicated and sincere people who do their level best to see to it that their charges find good homes where love and care and sincere interest in the young person is the paramount consideration. These, of course, are the ideal conditions and while they are constantly sought, they are not always obtained.
Very often young people are exploited sexually by those who have volunteered to look after them, but the details of the lives the young people are forced into rarely are reported in the form of a complaint, and always this is true because the young people are enjoying their exploitation as much if not more than those who use them and enjoy them.
Many of the young who must grow up in foster homes are young people bedeviled by insecurity, the conviction that no one wants them or has any interest in them, and when they discover that others have great interest in them, even if only to exploit or enjoy them, the young people react with great willingness to do that which is asked of them regardless of what it might be.
The sociologists and psychologists who emphasize that those who exploit the young sexually, and in a captive climate, do so usually with the full consent and cooperation of the victim. Here again the great thrills and extremely pleasant sensations that the exploited will know and enjoy makes it all quite palatable and acceptable, in fact, desirable.
Yet, filled with feelings of insecurity and inadequacies, many of the young who are placed in foster homes are often extremely docile, masochistic and so eager to please that they will accept whatever comes their way as part and parcel of what it costs them to survive. Young people with severe inferiority complexes are the favorite targets of those who seek out young people for their own personal pleasure, and there are many case histories on record of young people who have been taken into the homes of sadistic foster parents but the young people have thrived on the treatment that was given them. In this connection the experts point out that these types would have found each other in any case, and perhaps this holds an element of truth, but for those who have found the type of parents they required in foster homes, a lifetime of relative pleasure and happiness has often occurred.
Many foster parents who are deliberately interested in exploiting the young person they take into their home, go looking for a specific type of young person, and those who have been willing to discuss their activities with the young, admit that the degree of meekness and docility in the youngster is an appealing factor. Parents who are sadistic and intend to exploit a young person sexually, or even non-sexually, deliberately analyze the characteristics of the individual they intend to acquire.
So, while it might be supposed that a natural timidity in a young person might be considered a severe personality problem by many, to those who have specific desires or intentions such a characteristic is quite desirable and appealing.
Stanley T. is now twenty-seven, and he is a successful young man with his own business. He is the product of a foster home wherein his sexuality was thoroughly explored and exploited with little or no protest from him. He became the toy of a beautiful young woman who was admittedly sadistic and dominated him and made him enjoy it.
In discussing his experiences, Stanley supposes that his own sexuality and personality were important elements that his foster parents considered and estimated when they decided to take him into their home.
"The deal with me wasn't quite like it could be with most kids," Stanley says. "I kept getting into trouble of one sort or another and my folks were always drunk and battling, so, the probation department thought that I might do better in a foster home. That was all right with me. I was fifteen years old and I was pretty tired of my folks and the beatings that they kept dishing out to me. I was the only kid they had and I don't think that they ever wanted me. Well, anyway, I don't know whether it was the welfare or the probation department that decided I was going to get a new home, but this one afternoon, this horsey looking dame came and took me out of the detention cells. She said that she wanted to introduce me to some young people who were willing to take a foster child into their home, and if they liked me and I liked them, perhaps I would live with them. She hoped so, because the people she was taking me to see were dear friends of hers and she thought I was just the type of youngster-that would appeal to them.
"She kept rambling on all the while she was driving and we went out into the country and she pulled up into the yard of a very pretty black and white house. It was a Saturday morning and the people were at home, she said, waiting to meet me.
"We got out of the car and as soon as we walked onto the porch, the front door opened and a young blonde girl stood there. She was smiling at me and she looked so pretty I wondered if she was the daughter of the people who were going to adopt me. Or take me in, I guess. I never did figure out what they did.
"We went into the house and I couldn't stop looking at the blonde. Her hair was long and hung down her back. She was wearing shorts and a halter and I could see that she had a beautiful body, and real pretty legs. Her eyes were a soft, grayish blue and her mouth was soft and full and she smiled a lot.
"The horsey dame from the welfare turned to me and she smiled.
"'Stanley,' she said, 'this is Elva, the young lady who hopes to be your foster mother."
"I guess I just stood there in the middle of the living room with my mouth hanging open. The blonde was smiling at me and she had a real sexy look in her eyes. I mean, it was so sexy I could feel myself getting a hard-on just looking into her eyes. And, she was so pretty, so beautifully built, I just couldn't control myself. I wanted to sit down somewhere so they wouldn't see that I had been affected by the girl's beauty.
"'How do you do, Stanley,' the blonde said. 'It's nice to meet you.' She turned and looked at the horsey dame and she smiled at her, too. 'He's just exactly what I'm after,' she told her. 'But he is rather big for his age. I hope that he won't be a problem."
"The horsey dame had already settled into the sofa, and she lit a cigarette and talked with the blonde. It seemed that they were a little tired of me running away and they had decided to give me one more chance in a good foster home. If I ran away once more, then they would put me into a reform school until I was twenty-one. I realize now that that kind of talk was probably intended to make me be a good boy, cooperative and docile. It worked, too.
"While the two women were talking about me, a tall, slender guy with blonde hair, too, came into the living room. He looked at me and smiled and I decided that I liked him. His name was Don and he was the blonde girl's husband. She introduced him to me and then she told him to make some coffee for her and the horsey lady. He nodded and went off to do what she had told him to do. The two women sat and talked about me. It was the summer time and I would live with the couple there and go to school in the fall. If I ran away again or gave them any trouble, they were to call the office and the authorities would deal with me. That's what the horsey lady said, but the blonde girl Elva, sat and smiled at me and I could tell that she liked me and she still had that sexy look in her eyes.
"'Maybe Stanley won't want to stay with us,' she said. 'He might not like us."
"I didn't waste any time telling her that I would be very happy to stay with her and her husband. The welfare lady said that I was very lucky because it was becoming very difficult to find satisfactory foster homes. No one wanted to bother with other people's children any more. It was such a shame, too. Elva was staring at me and she was smiling even bigger than before. Her husband Don, came in with coffee things on a tray and while they were all having coffee, Elva told Don that I had decided that I would like to stay with them. He grinned at me and said that he was glad. Then Elva told him to get me a glass of milk and some cookies so that I could eat a bite, too, and he went off to do as she had asked him. It was quite apparent that Elva ruled the house and her husband and the horsey dame seemed to think that that was the way it was supposed to be.
"It was about eleven o'clock in the morning and the welfare lady said that she and I would have to return to the detention hall and Elva didn't like that. She wanted me to stay there and start my life with them right away. They finally worked it out that way, and the woman from the welfare said that she would bring all of my things on Monday and after that, I would be on my own.
"'I'm so happy,' Elva said, smiling. 'Donny and I have hoped that we could find a nice boy like Stanley. I'm sure that we will all be very happy together."
"After that, the welfare lady got up to go back to her office and she gave me a big lecture about behaving myself in my new home and being a nice, obedient boy. Elva said that she was quite sure that I would learn to be obedient very quickly. She and Donny said goodbye and the horsey welfare lady left. Elva told Donny to take me upstairs and show me my room and then I could wash up and begin helping her in the kitchen while she began fixing our lunch.
"Donny didn't say much, and I went with him to the second floor and he showed me my room. It was a very nice room furnished with a neatly made bed and matching gray drapes. There were several chairs in the room and a bureau. I liked my new room very much and when Donny asked, I told him. He smiled and said he was glad that I was going to stay with them. He hesitated, while I was testing the bed and then he said some more.
"'Elva is pretty strict,' he said slowly. 'She expects to be obeyed in her own home and if she tells you to do something, just do it. Elva can be quite mean if she is displeased. She will beat you severely if you disobey her. Remember that."
"He was just trying to be friendly and to tell me what my life with Elva was going to be like. Naturally, I found out for myself in time, and it was just as well that Donny hadn't told me about Elva right away. I would not have believed him. Elva was so lovely, so young and happy looking, it was impossible to believe that she could practice incredible cruelties and keep her soft, happy smile firmly in place while doing it, but that was the way she was made, I guess.
"We went back downstairs and Elva was already at work in the kitchen. She told me that I would have to learn where things were and I could set the table. And after we had eaten, I would wash and dry the dishes, and make myself generally useful. She didn't ask me, she told me. And she was smiling while she explained. She told Donny to take the car and run down to the store and get some bread and by the time he got back we would eat. Donny went out and Elva asked me if I thought I could be happy with her and Donny and I said that I was sure that I would be. She sighed and said that she certainly hoped so because she would hate to see a fine young boy like me go to reform school. She would really hate to see that. She walked right close to me and then she put her soft mouth on my lips and she kissed me and it was really a hot, passionate kiss and I liked it. She laughed softly and then she took her mouth away and she said that she was very sure that I would be much happier with her and Donny no matter what she did to me. I agreed.
"Lunch was a gay time and after we had eaten, Elva told her husband that we were going into town and she was going to buy me some new clothes. She wanted her boy to be handsome and have nice clothes to wear whenever we went out somewhere. Donny just smiled and agreed with her. She knew that the welfare lady would bring my things on Monday, but she said she had an idea that the clothes I did have would not be very much or very nice.
"We spent the whole afternoon shopping for new things for me. That evening we went to the movies and when I went to sleep in my new bed, I really slept. I had brand new pajamas and new underthings and I really began liking my new home.
"Sunday was a lazy day. Donny and Elva went away by themselves in the afternoon and Elva told me that I could do anything that I wanted to do. They would be home late and there was plenty of food in the refrigerator for me and I could just help myself.
"I just loafed the day away, watching television mostly. I went to bed about eleven that night and Elva and Donny had not gotten home yet, so I just went off to bed.
"In the morning, I heard Donny getting up and going off to work and then I heard the phone ring several times and Elva answered it, and then I heard her walking around and I wondered if I should get up and get dressed.
"Elva came into my bedroom and she was wearing a dark red bathrobe. Her hair was shining and she had fixed her face with some lipstick and she looked very pretty. She smiled and then she asked me if I had slept well and I said yes. I started to reach for my robe, which she had bought me, but she told me that I was to stay in bed. She sat down on the edge of my bed and she took cigarettes out of her robe. She lit one and then she blew smoke toward the ceiling. She asked me if I smoked and I told her that I didn't. She said that she was glad to hear that. She didn't think it was right for young boys to smoke.
"'The lady from the welfare department called this morning,' she said, her smile sparkling, as usual. 'She won't be able to bring your things out; they will have someone drop them off where Donny works and he will bring them home.' She sat up straighter and I could glimpse the bewitching outlines of her breasts under the robe. She sighed and then she put her cigarette out .'That leaves you and me home here all alone for the whole day," she said, 'and, I just know I will enjoy that and I hope you will, too. Now, I'm afraid that there are some questions I must ask you, Stan."
"She had lots of questions and most of them were about my sex life, or lack of it, and did I like girls, and things like that. Then out of a clear blue sky she told me to get out of bed and stand beside the bed so that she could examine my privates. I stared at her like she was crazy but she meant it. I know I acted rather reluctant and she told me to hurry or she would have to punish me for being disobedient. Her smile was twinkling at me and it was hard to believe that I was really hearing the things that she was saying. But she was very serious about it all.
"'I am very interested in your private, Stan' she said. 'That is mainly why I wanted you. You are a big boy and you should be able to come often and beautifully. That's what I am interested in. Now, take your pajamas down so that I can see. Now hurry or I will whip you for being slow."
"I don't know why, but I started crying. I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks as I stood and let her undo my pajama bottoms and push them down. She reached out and handled my genitals and she seemed to be very pleased because I was built big there. I didn't have a hard-on or anything like that, I was too upset, but she could tell that I was big. She cupped my balls and my cock in her hand and she told me that I was built very nicely, even bigger than she might have suspected. She made me step out of the pajamas and then stand with my legs spread wide apart so that she could inspect me and handle me like I was a horse. She told me that she would shave me there and I would have to keep myself hairless there because that was the way she liked it. Then she gave me her big grin and she told me to get back into bed.
"'I'm going to suck your cock for a while,' she said. 'I want to see how many times you can come before lunch time. You'll enjoy it, I know. So, just lie back and let your new mother enjoy you."
"She was doing things to my privates with her fingers all the while she was talking and even as I got back into the bed she was fondling me there. She clawed my balls with her nails and that hurt, but in a real sexy way. All of a sudden, I had a big hard-on and she just looked at it, and her eyes were soft and shiny.
"She knelt on the bed between my legs and she stared into my eyes. She asked me if I wanted her to suck me off a few times and I knew that she wanted me to say yes so I said it. But, she had other ideas. She made me beg her to do it and the fact that I was crying just seemed to make it more enjoyable to her. She even told me the exact words to say to her and how to say them.
"'Now tell me,' she said, 'say, Mama, darling, please suck me off a few times."
"I said it and then she seemed to like me very much. She found my mouth with her soft lips and she began kissing me and she was saying things all the while and handling my cock with her fingers. She was telling me that she was very pleased that I had such a lovely cock and she was going to suck me dry and then after lunch and a little nap she would let me fuck her and then she would teach me to suck her cunt and we would have a wonderful day. That's the way she talked and she terrified me because I thought that she was crazy but she wasn't. She leaned back on her heels and then she started kissing the tip of my cock and she pulled the foreskin back so far it hurt but when she started sucking the tip of it, I just didn't care what she did.
"She waited for some time before she slid her mouth down any further than on the tip and the way she kept moving her tongue almost drove me crazy, and then my whole body started shaking and I could feel heavy, lovely sensations in my balls and my thighs and all between my legs and she flicked her tongue all around the tiny hole and then I was erupting and coming with the wildest and fiercest sensations I had ever imagined. She just kept her mouth barely covering the tip of my cock and all the while it was spurting into her mouth she kept stroking the base of it and her nails were digging into my balls and she was sucking at the hole and just when I was sure that she had gotten every drop, she slid her mouth all the way down on my cock and her tongue went crazy and her nails jabbed me sharply and cruelly beneath my balls, and I was suddenly spurting again only this time the sensations were deeper and I almost died with ecstasy. Her tongue kept working against my prick like a snake's tongue and I just couldn't stop coming. I knew that I wasn't gushing, but I was coming in tiny little spurts and it just went on and on and I nearly tore the sheets to pieces but no one seemed to care at the moment. Finally, just when I was sure that I was all finished, she slid her mouth off of my cock and she took a moment to plant a wet kiss right on the tip of it. She sat up then and smiled at me and I could see that she was extremely happy and very much pleased with me.
"'Oh, you are delicious,' she said, softly. 'And you come so beautifully. I just know that I will keep you sucked dry all the time, you poor boy. Ask me to keep you sucked dry all the time. Ask me, Stanley. I like to be asked."
"I asked her, and she giggled when I had said the words. She moved upwards so that she could kiss my mouth and she asked me if I liked being kissed by her and when I said yes, I had to tell her that. She seemed to be affected very deeply by making me say certain things to her. Always she liked to hear the dirty words. That really turned her on, and after I got to know how to please her, I had no trouble doing the things that she wanted me to do.
"She kept on kissing me with feverish, excited lips and she kept on talking to me, telling me things. She told me that she had lots of little tricks that she would show me. She had whips that she would use to whip my cock and my balls and they would make me give her honey long after I was sure I couldn't shoot another drop. She had so many ways to give me new and delightful pleasures and she would keep me and my lovely cock busy every day. Then she made me ask her to do that for me. In a way, I guess that she was crazy, but maybe I was too, because after a while it all began to affect me and I was having as much fun, if nor more than she was.
"She kept right on kissing me and she was using her hands and her fingers on my sexual flesh and then she laughed softly because I was real hard again. She told me it was time for her to suck some more, and she asked me if I wanted her to suck me some more and when I nodded, she made me ask her and kiss her sweetly and passionately and then she licked my mouth with her hot, frenzied tongue and then she slid down in the bed and she made me get up on my hands and knees and she got her head between my legs and her nails plucked and tickled my dangling balls while her hungry mouth absorbed my cock and we just stayed like that for hours and every little once in a while I would feel the burning tickling sensations of orgasm beginning and her hands and her tongue would drive me onward and onward into new and deeper ecstasies and then the fierce suction would begin and drain my bursting loins with an expertise that was truly wonderful. She knew exactly what she was doing and when she finally pushecd me into insensibility, she just let me alone and allowed me to sleep for a while.
"She woke me up when she had lunch ready and she was all smiles as she watched me eat the foods that she had prepared. It was a funny kind of a meal, but she said that it was good for me.
"'If you are going to have a busy sex life,' she said, 'you have to eat things like yeast and yogurt and wheat germ and special vitamins, and I will have to take very good care of you."
"She reached out and patted my hand as I ate and then she asked me if I had enjoyed what she had done to me, and I said yes. She said that we were going to play house all day and we would only stop when it was time for Donny to get home. That scared hell out of me because I had forgotten all about Donny. Elva was playing with my cock again under the table and I forgot all about Donny again. And I just ate everything that she gave me to eat.
"She asked me several times if I thought I was going to like living with her and I said yes. But, then I got courage and I told her something else too.
"'But, I don't want you to whip me, like you said,' I told her.
"She burst into laughter and her hand under the table squeezed my balls and everything with a quick, pleasant pressure.
"'Idiot,' she said, 'you'll beg me for the whips. You just know. Wait till you've felt what they can do to your cock and your balls. The whips can make your ass glow and tingle with excruciating sensations. You'll see. It will get so that you will beg and plead for the whips and after you've been an especially good boy, maybe I'll give it to you and you will experience the extremes in sexual ecstasy. And, don't worry, when I can't get honey from your hive, I'll use the whips to force it out of you."
"I didn't say anything to that because I didn't know what to say. I was smart enough to know that Elva was a really wild one when it came to sex and while she was probably perverted, I didn't care because I had certainly liked the things that we had done together and she promised lots more.
"She was playing with a big hard-on when I finished dinner and I thought that she was going to suck it off right away, but she didn't. She just licked the tip a little and she stopped that before she made me come. She told me to follow her into the bedroom and we went into her room. She opened her robe and then she stood before me naked, except for panties. Her panties were the bikini type and they were transparent and I could see that she had a sanitary napkin in them. She put her hands under her glorious breasts and I just stared at them. They were beautifully shaped, sticking out like the roundest bullets. The nipples were a deep red and when she pulled my face into them, I knew just what to do. She made me suck one nipple at a time. Then she told me that she wanted me to fuck her between her tits and she would show me how to do it when we laid down again. She kept talking while I was sucking her nipples and she told me that she didn't have her period, she just put the napkin there because she had a special problem.
"'My cunt is so horny, it comes if the breeze touches it,' she explained. 'Sucking you off, it just keeps coming constantly. I hate to have that goo running down my legs, so I use the napkin. Hereafter, you'll keep my cunt nice and clean for me, won't you, baby?'
"Naturally, I nodded. I would have nodded if she had asked me if I had wanted to die. That's the shape I was in.
"She had me suck her breasts and fondle them for a long time, but she was handling my erection and she finally said that we would get on the bed and she would show me how to fuck her between her tits. That was easy. All that I did was straddle her chest and she held my stiff cock imprisoned between her breasts. She pushed them tightly together and each time I thrust my hips upwards, she would manage to kiss and lick the tip of my cock and maybe suck it a little. When I was ready to come, she just gobbled it into her mouth and finished it off that way. That was a favorite trick of hers and I got so that I liked it too.
"After it was all over, she told me that I could take her pants off and then look at her cunt. She lifted her hips so that I could get her pants off and the napkin between her legs was soaked. She had no hair there, only a deep crease of puffy white flesh and as I began handling her sex, she opened her legs wide and I got to see it all. She explained to me about how a girl likes to have her little slit in a guy's mouth and what it does for her when he sucks it, and then she showed me her clit and she explained about using my tongue there and she asked me if I wanted to suck her cunt. She made me ask her but after that it was all right and as soon as I tasted the sweetness that was welling from her sexual flesh, I became an ardent devotee to pussy. She flipped out a half dozen times. She was the type that screamed and clawed and sobbed when a really good orgasm happened for her and the first time she came I got frightened, but she told me that she was enjoying it all and then I realized that the louder she screamed and the wilder she thrashed around, the nicer it was for her, and she had herself some really good times that afternoon.
"When we had to rest, she sucked me a little and licked me, and then she wanted me to fuck her. But that wasn't all. After I had fucked her, she wanted me to suck her cunt and then bring the honey to her in a nice, sweet kiss.
"'That's a honey kiss she said, coyly. 'You'll have to learn all about them, because I love honey kisses. You'll learn, though."
"She was sure right about that. I did learn and right away. She got herself fucked four times that afternoon and she went wild when she got her honey kiss afterwards. I think that I was completely exhausted by the time we had to stop and turn our attention to other things. She had to get up and fix dinner for us and she said that I could take a little nap and she would awaken me when she thought I should get up.
"I think I must have been sound asleep even before she was out of my room. That's the way she had exhausted me.
"She let me sleep, but not for long. She woke me and told me to take a shower so that I could get the smell of cunt off of me, and then I was to put on some of my new clothes. As soon as Donny got home, we would have our dinner.
"When Donny got home, I was sitting in the living room watching the TV and I felt funny when he came in and said hello and then sat and watched a bit of the program that I was watching, too.
"Elva had taken a shower and she was all prettied up for Donny and she really looked very lovely and as innocent as a young girl. She had fixed a good dinner and we sat down and ate it just like any normal family. Donny gave Elva a nice smile and he asked her if she had enjoyed her first day with me and she said that she had. Donny said that he was happy that she had enjoyed her day and then he asked me if I thought I could be happy living with Elva and him. I said yes, I was sure that I could.
"'He had a grand time all day, didn't you, Stanley, dear?' Elva asked me. Donny was watching me and I could feel my face getting very warm. Elva and Donny both laughed at me.
"'He has a beautiful cock,' Elva said, 'and I've been using it all day. And, by now he's an experienced cunt lapper, too. We had a very wonderful day."
"She laughed at my flaming face again and she told me that Donny had known what she and I had been doing all day. And after he and I did the dishes and cleaned up in the kitchen, she would want both of us in her bedroom. She knew that she had sort of thinned me out but Donny's balls must be bulging with lots of honey for her, and she intended to have it.
"When our dinner was finished, Elva went into the living room to have her coffee and watch television while Donny and I did our work in the kitchen. Donny asked me, while we worked if I was sure that I could enjoy living with them and I said yes and I meant it.
"'Elva is oversexed and so am I," he said. 'She is very good for me, and I love her very much. She will make us both jump through hoops but I don't care. I live only to give Elva pleasure. That's the way I love her. Maybe one day you will feel that way about Elva."
"When he spoke like that I didn't really comprehend what he was talking about, but in time I did grow to feel that way about Elva, I mean I lived to give her pleasure because by giving sexual pleasures to her, I inherited riches in ecstasies and sensual joys because Elva was an expert at wringing the last vestige of sexual bliss from a person's glands and she was so beautiful we were fortunate that she was willing to settle for us.
"When we were almost finished with the dishes, Elva came to check on us. She was wearing an orange colored slack suit and she looked so pretty and so young it just wasn't possible for me to believe that she had spent the whole day having sex of one kind or another with me. She gave me her big smile and then she told Donny that she would go along to the bedroom and we could come along and join her when we were finished with our work. But, we should hurry.
"We did hurry. When we were finished, Donny grinned at me a little sheepishly and then he put the kitchen lights out. I went along with him into their bedroom and we found that Elva had taken her things off. She was stark naked and smiling her soft, sweet smile. She told Donny to get out of his things quickly because she was dying to taste the honey that he had spent all day making for her. He laughed and said that he had been doing his work, too, but Elva refused to accept that. She said she would rather believe that he had spent the whole day making honey for her and now she was going to have a feast. She had two very virgile young men capable of giving her lots of honey and she was going to enjoy both of us. Donny slid down on the bed and she went right after him and she didn't waste any time at all. She forced him into spending very quickly the first time and when she had stroked all that she could get out of him then, she switched to me and then back to him and she spent the whole evening draining us both.
"I was very young and inexperienced at the time but even at that, I could realize that Elva seemed to get more excited and more insatiable as she continued fooling with us. Donny was as docile and obliging as he could be with her and when she finally exhausted him, he simply fell asleep and stayed asleep.
"It was only about ten in the evening when Donny went to sleep and after that, Elva made me go into the bathroom with her. She gave me a bath and after she had made sure that I was washed nice and clean, she made me lie down on the bathroom rug while she shaved my genital area and when she was finished with that, she massaged some sort of cream into my flesh and it stung and tingled and made me sexually excited again. When she was all done with me in the bathroom, Elva made me get into bed with her and Donny and while he slept, she kept sucking and licking my newly shaved parts and it was a very nice and sexy feeling.
"When Elva got me all excited again she made me fuck her and she wanted it to last a long, long time and the way we worked it, it did. After I finally came, she licked my wilting dick and then she made me go down on her and give her her honey kiss.
"We finally fell asleep too and I was still asleep when Donny woke up and went off to his job the next morning. Elva woke me finally and she insisted upon sucking me off before she let me get out of bed. She said that that was the nicest way to begin the day and she was sure right about that.
"After she tired of sucking on me, she let me get up and while I was taking a shower she fixed me a good, nourishing breakfast, but she made me eat all that stuff, the wheat germ, the vitamins and all of the other things that she said would be so good for me and keep me potent. She sat in the kitchen with me in her robe and she watched, smiling, as I ate my breakfast. Then she had me go back to bed with her and for a long time, I had to make love to her body, first her breasts and then, finally when she couldn't bear any more stimulation, she made me go down on her and she was sopping, but I found that I loved the taste of her sexual juices. When I told her that, she simply laughed and explained that I was supposed to like the taste of her twat.
"We spent a lazy day in her bed, and it was a very pleasant time for me. Several times she insisted upon sitting down on my hard cock and she would squirm her hips around and bounce herself up and down until it made her too excited, then we simply rolled over and she got herself laid the way she liked it best. And, she always insisted upon licking my dick clean when I brought it out of her body, then she wanted her honey kiss and she got that. All in all it was a very wonderful day. We were both asleep, our bodies exhausted when Donny came home. He woke me up when he walked in just by the noise that he made when he walked into the bedroom. I started to awaken Elva but he told me not to. He said that she would be mean and cranky if she didn't get her rest and she would take it out on us. He said that he could enjoy it when she whipped him and it was for sexual kicks, but sometimes she whipped him to punish him and when she did that, he usually hurt all over for days afterwards, so he wasn't going to awaken her and look for trouble.
"He explained about Elva in a whisper and I got up and went out into the kitchen with him. I put my robe on and he fixed some coffee for us and we sat and talked in the kitchen. He asked me if I had enjoyed my day with Elva and I said yes. He smiled and said that he was glad that I had come to live with them and he hoped that I would stay. I told him that there was no doubt of that. I loved living with them and I wouldn't ever want to leave them.
"He lit a cigarette and then he began asking me questions. He asked if I had ever sucked another guy's cock and when I'shook my head he seemed to feel sorry for me.
"'Elva will make you do that," he said. 'She will make you do it to me and she will force me to do it to you. And, when I do it to you, she likes to have me bring her the honey, and she will want you to do the same. She likes playing the queen bee and we are her drones. If we don't perform to suit her, then she will punish us. Maybe she will just punish one of us, maybe both."
"He went on to explain that Elva would make us do all sort's of things on the weekend. He said that she would use the whole weekend for sexual fun and games. That didn't bother me. I liked fun and games, and while I didn't tell Donny, the idea of sucking his cock wasn't nearly as disgusting as I pretended. I was sort of eager to try it. I guess everybody feels like that at one time or another. I know I was very much excited and stirred up by the prospect of fooling around with him and his parts. He was shaved and hairless between his legs and I think that that made his privates all the more appealing. Thinking about it as we talked in the kitchen, I began hoping that Elva would make me suck him off later that evening, but she didn't.
"Elva woke up while Donny and I were in the kitchen talking and she put us both to work, helping her with dinner. She had me peel potatoes while Donny set the table and she sat at the kitchen table with a cup of strong coffee telling us just how to do things. Our dinner was ready in a surprisingly short time. Afterwards, we had to do our work in the kitchen, but I had to do most of it by myself. Donny stacked the dishes for me to wash and dry and then Elva took him into the living room with her and she sat at his feet and sucked his cock while he just sat and let her do it.
"When I was finished with my work, Elva told me that I could join them and watch TV, too. She let me alone for a long time, and when it was time for us to go to bed, she blew both Donny and me and then she sent me to bed in my own room and I was glad of that. In spite of the thrills and pleasures that I was enjoying with Elva, I was weary and I could use a good night's sleep. But, I didn't get one. Just before I fell asleep, Elva came into my room. She climbed into my bed and she began kissing me and making love to me. She said Donny needed his rest, he had to work. We stayed awake most of the night making love, and in spite of my weariness, I'm afraid that I enjoyed it all very much.
"The next day, Elva introduced me to the fantastic sensual thrills that the whips induced. We started fooling around right after breakfast and Elva was in one of those states where the more sex she got, the more she wanted. She decided that she was going to amuse herself with me and she was even honest enough to tell me that when she whipped a man she experienced sexual orgasms of exceptional intensity and she enjoyed doing things like that.
"There was a complicated process involved. First, she shaved my genitals to open all of the pores in the skin, and when she put some after shave lotion on my raw skin, I almost fainted with raw sensations. But, that was only the beginning. She had a whole collection of whips and thongs and materials for tying up the man she intended to abuse and I was really frightened, but she told me that I would enjoy having her whip me more than anything else. I didn't quite believe that but I was lying on my back on her bed, with my whole crotch burning and tingling from the harsh action of the shaving lotion and I was in no condition to fight her.
"She made me draw up my knees and then place my forearm flat against each shin bone, with my fingers grasping my ankles. When I did that, she had a wide band of canvas material that she bound my arms and legs with and when she was done, I was as helpless as a Thanksgiving Day turkey. I was frightened and trembling and she laughed at my fears. She came over to me and she was so excited she began kissing me and sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth and she kept telling me, feverishly, kind of, that I was going to experience the greatest sexual thrills of all and that I was going to come a dozen times while she whipped me. I didn't believe a word that she said. I was just scared.
"She slid downward in the bed finally and she sucked me off in a hurry. When she was finished with that, she went to her bureau and got out a rubber. She placed that over my cock, explaining that I would pop quite often while she was whipping me and that would catch it all.
"I don't know what I expected, but it was nothing like what happened. I think I expected her to use the whips on my flesh and hurt me horribly. But, she didn't do that. She started in nice and easy and she explained that the tips of the little lashes that she used were intended to sting the flesh and arouse the nerves to a screaming pitch and she increased the power of her strokes as she went along.
"It was quite strange but the whips felt nice and they certainly did arouse my sexual flesh. She kept stinging my balls and my cock and while it felt awfully nice and the sensations were almost a sweet agony, she stopped when the flesh was so red it was practically glowing. She removed the rubber and took her time, blowing me. She was able to get several loads because I was so stimulated I had no control over my loins at that point and she was well aware of it. She kept using her nails on my supersensitive flesh and that helped to heighten the sensations I felt and she got lots of product from me.
"When she finally tired of sucking me, she told me that I could take a rest, and after she fixed us some lunch, we would eat and then she would have even new and greater glories for me She untied me so that I could have lunch with her and she kept telling me that all that I had experienced so far was only prelude and she made me admit that I did enjoy the unbelievable sensations that her little toys could arouse in my loins.
"After our lunch she made me eat her for quite a while and then I had to kneel down on the floor while she used a flat strap on my buttocks, until she made me come with the strap. Then she went after the whips again and the rest of that day was a time of excruciating agony and anguish for me, but also it was the most remarkable sensual experience because the things that she did to me with the whips and the thongs made my loins give up their contents whenever she wanted them to do so.
"She kept it up until it was nearly five in the afternoon and Donny would be home soon for supper. She was naked and exceptionally hot and she had drained my body so severely I actually felt that I had been dehydrated. She stopped finally and then she made me eat her while she straddled my face with her slippery crotch and I feasted upon her sweetness which she knew I would do.
"Donny got home from work and when he walked in on us, I could see the anticipation in his faqe. He knew that he was going to have a session with Elva and her whips and he did. She blew him right away and then she fixed us a quick supper and we all ate in the kitchen. Then we went back to the bedroom and Elva seemed to be on fire with sexual fervor or passions. She tied Donny up and he got the strap and the whips and she started a new trick. While she was whipping Donny's bottom, she made me suck him off and when I made him come, I had to deliver his honey to her in a sweet kiss. She made me keep that up all night, but I'm very much afraid that I liked doing that to Donny. I liked the whole business and I knew that I would be happy with Donny and Elva.
"And, I have been. Elva is never the same. She is always thinking up new things for us to do and Donny and I love her so very much, we are glad to do anything that she asks of us.
"After I had been living with Elva and Donny for about a month, the welfare people came to check on me and by then Elva and I were the very best of friends and the welfare people were certain that I had finally found a foster home that I liked and could be happy in and they were sure right.
"Over the years, I'm sure that I feel as deeply in love with Elva as Donny has. She knows that and she likes it. She likes to lie on her bed, naked, and let her two lovers kiss and lick every inch of her beautiful body, and she sucks us constantly, thriving on the honey that she can get from our loins. She makes us stick to the diet that she has worked out for us and neither Donny or I seem to feel any great strain, no matter how much sexual activity Elva forces upon us.
"I don't suppose I'll get married. Elva is still very young and she is all the girl that I want. Donny and I have developed a homosexual relationship that we enjoy whenever Elva allows us to, but that is only natural, and Elva has been quite good about letting us have our fun, too.
"So, all in all, I am very happy with my foster parents and I don't want to change anything.
"And, neither do they."
3
In a great many cases of people who have chosen to become foster parents, their own needs and requirements are of paramount importance. Very often, the individuals will actually believe that they are inspired or motivated by lofty and noble instincts, such as the desire to give a young person a chance in life, and to guide or to be of some use to the troubled young so numerous in our present society.
Some cities or communities screen the people who will raise youngsters, and in some communities, there will be some attempt made to analyze the psychological background of the proposed foster parents, but this is always a superficial business and actually does little or no good whatsoever.
"We are never able to suspect that proposed foster parents have personality problems, or deeply rooted psychological quirks. We would find, if we asked foster parents to submit to psychiatric analysis or examination, that we would soon have no foster parents. We are very much concerned about the very young, of course, but when the youngsters reach the age of fifteen or older, than I am afraid that they do get pretty much thrown to the wolves. There is no other way. There are simply too many displaced and disturbed young people nowadays."
So speaks a probation officer in the Los Angeles probation department, and she points out that the conditions that exist in Los Angeles are identical all over the country.
And, the sociologists and others who deal with the older youngsters on a professional level are fully aware that very often a foster parent and a problem child usually complement each other so beautifully that a lifetime of exquisite harmony and happiness can be achieved for both.
Norma R. is a very lovely brunette, shy and quiet, and extremely masochistic in nature. She married a man whom she thought would dominate her and abuse her and administer to her needs, but he never even guessed what she was like and her life with her husband was pallid and utterly without any real pleasure for her.
"I've always known that I was severely oversexed and extremely masochistic by nature and I was so sure that David would be just right for me. But, he hasn't been, and while I've always loved him, I have had to turn elsewhere to satisfy my sexuality. And, I don't think he has any idea of what I am really like. I know that I couldn't possibly tell him. Not ever.
"You see, we married when I was just eighteen and I thought that David would be an ardent lover and that our sex life would be frequent and extensive. Nothing like that ever happened. David is the kind of husband who kisses his wife a few times in bed, then he feels her breasts and sucks her nipples for a moment or two, after that she is expected to have achieved the lubricity required for an easy penetration and then he climbs on and quickly concludes and that is it. That is all there ever is with a man like David. But, I've always loved him, so I lived as I had to live with him. But, he was very busy at his work and he was progressing and earning lots of money and I found that my life was lonely and empty. A couple that we know took a foster child into their home and they were able to become quite happy with the youngster.
"So, David and I talked it over and we agreed that we would take a foster child into our home and we went through the various channels and we were finally approved as potential foster parents.
"I think that we were persuaded that we would be given the chance to raise a very young person, because after all, I was very young myself. But, it didn't work out like that. We had this big, beautiful place on the outskirts of town and while it was rather remote, we liked it and we thought it would be a fine place in which to raise a young person. And, we were quite sincere in our determination to raise a youngster. You see, I was not able to have a child of my own. During my early days, the doctors discovered that I wouldn't ever have a child and perhaps that had something to do with the development of my masochistic tendencies.
"I guess I should tell about what happened to me when I was only fourteen. It was then that I discovered how I responded to pain and abuses and it was one of my girl friends who discovered quite accidentally that I reacted to pain with extreme erotic excitement. Once we discovered that, she abused me horribly, and I accepted the things that she did to me, and my enjoyment of the sensuality involved in humiliations and abuses just increased. When my girl friend went away to college I nearly died because of the frustrations that I had to live with. That's why I had such high hopes for my marriage with David, but nothing ever developed there and I was very much distraught when I met Steffie. I think that she was the loveliest little brunette I had ever seen. She was fifteen and her body was as fully developed as mine was. In fact, her breasts were absolutely perfect, and her legs were glorious.
"She had a soft, round face, and her mouth was puffy and small. Her face was very pretty but her liquid brown eyes were just too expressive. She sat and stared into my eyes the first time we met and the sexuality and sensuality alive and fermenting in such a young and lovely girl was amazing. She kept staring at me and I knew that she knew all about me. It was as simple and as positive as that.
"Steffie was a runaway and the authorities had despaired of ever finding her a home where she could be happy. Someone had gotten hold of our file and they wondered if Steffie could be happy with a very young couple. She had been asked if she would at least meet and talk with us. So David had come home from work especially to meet Steffie and I could tell that she just didn't much care about David one way or the other.
But, she kept staring at me and the sensuality in her eyes and her stare made my flesh prickle and crawl. There was cruelty and viciousness in Steffie. It stared at me from eyes that were much too old for one so young, and when the social worker finally asked us all to decide, Steffie stared insolently into my face as she said that she would just love to live with us. I was trembling, but I said that I thought it might be nice to try it. David said he thought Steffie would be happy with us and he went back to his work. No one missed him, I'm sure.
"Two days later, Steffie moved in with us and I made a big thing out of showing her around the house and helping her get settled into her room. I showed her how to operate the color TV and all of the other little things that might be strange to her. She just looked at me with her impudent brown eyes and her smile was supercilious and quite serene.
"'We'll make out all right,' she said. 'I dig you and you dig me so we won't have any problems."
"We spent a very pleasant evening together that first day and when we went to bed I asked David if he liked Steffie. He said he did, but he thought that she was a bit too old for her age, too sophisticated, and too well built. I guess he thought about her shape too much because he wanted sex, and he was really quite passionate. For him, anyway.
"When I sent David off to work in the morning, I went into Steffie's bedroom. I found her sitting up in bed and she was smoking a cigarette. She gave me a big smile and when I asked her if she slept well, she said that she had slept just fine.
"'Will you get me some bacon and eggs for breakfast?' she said. 'And I'll have breakfast in bed, I think."
"She was staring into my eyes, daring me to tell her that she couldn't have breakfast in bed. The soft, puffy lips were glistening in the morning sunlight, and the big brown eyes were gazing at me with a baiting look. I felt that I had to say something to her, sort of start her out right in my home. She had a faint smile on her mouth and I think she was waiting for me to object or protest.
"'I think you had better get up and eat your breakfast at the table,' I said.
"She stared at me and she began getting out of bed. She was wearing soft, flannel pajamas and I could see the outlines of her fantastic breasts through the fabric. She stood up beside her bed and then she moved close to me. She raised her hand and struck me with a speed that was exceptional. Her hand smashed into my cheek with a force that almost knocked me down. Her eyes were still soft and interested and baiting as she watched me put my palm up to my face and slowly massage the pain out of my cheek.
"'Do you want to tell me any more about where I will eat?' she asked. Her words were a whisper and she looked like she was going to hit me again. I was quite surprised to find that there were tears sliding down my cheeks. I just stood there, massaging my cheek and crying with a strange sense of desolation. Steffie smiled at me and I realized that she was deliberately letting me know how things were going to be.
"'I like my eggs scrambled and well done,' she said. 'And, some toast and coffee. Now, hurry, or I'm afraid that I will have to belt you again. Now, beat it."
"She turned away from me and walked into the bathroom and a moment later I heard the tinkling sound in the bowl. I went out of her bedroom and I began making her breakfast and I was trembling all the while I worked. Steffie was everything that I had imagined her to be, and I wondered how I could provoke her into doing the things to me that I wanted someone to do.
"When I carried her breakfast to her room on the tray, she was again sitting up in bed, her legs covered. She was smoking a cigarette and she smiled as I placed the tray across her legs. She picked up a fork and poked the eggs and she told me that they were exactly as she liked them. She began eating and she kept staring at me all the time she ate. I stood there in my robe watching her eat like a starving little animal. She gulped her coffee down and the she lit another cigarette. She handed her empty coffee cup to me.
"'Get me some more coffee,' she said, 'and take this stuff away. I'm done with it."
"She spoke to me like I was a servant and I felt my face getting red. She noticed and her smile widened. She puffed on her cigarette and blew smoke directly into my face.
"'Poor Norma,' she said, softly. 'I'll make your life miserable, you know that, don't you?'
"I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there trembling, watching her and holding the coffee cup she had handed me.
"'You must learn to answer me when I speak to you, Norma,' she said, 'or I shall have to punish you. I'll beat hell out of you. But, you knew that when you first saw me. You did know it, didn't you?'
"I nodded, too upset and unnerved for pretense. She laughed and told me to hurry with her coffee. I carried the tray back to the kitchen and when I gave her fresh coffee, she told me to sit down in the chair beside the bed. She wanted to talk. She seemed to know all about me and she knew that David did not.
"'I know why you wanted me to come and live with you,' she said. 'You are a fucking masochist and you need somebody to beat the shit out of you regularly. You know that I'll do it. That's about the way it is, isn't it?'
"The way she was looking at me and talking to me was decidedly humiliating and degrading. She knew it and she waited for me to answer her. She had her head tilted to one side and she looked absolutely beautiful, absolutely evil. Her smile was pure wickedness.
"'I asked you a question, Norma,' she said softly. 'I expect an answer. Or, shall I just punish you for being ornery?'
"'I am very happy to have you in my home,' I said stiffly.
"'Of course you are,' she said, laughing. 'You need me, baby, and I'll really make your life brighten up from here on out."
"She was looking at me everywhere, inspecting me as though I were an animal and I could tell that she thought me very pretty. I could see that in her eyes.
"'How can one so young know so much about another human being?' I said, quietly. 'I don't understand. I really don't."
"She shrugged and then she crushed out her cigarette.
"'I've met girls like you before,' she said. 'And, I've always known exactly how to handle them. And I won't have any trouble handling you. We both know that, don't we?'
"I was crying again, but I nodded. There just wasn't anything else for me to do. Steffie grinned at my helplessness.
"'Do you have any equipment?' she asked.
"I guess I looked so puzzled she realized that I was pretty innocent even about my own requirements.
"'I mean whips and straps and the stuff that girls like you like to get hurt with,' she explained.
"I told her that I had nothing like that. Somehow, I found myself telling her about my girl friend and the way she and I had lived and Steffie listened, her smile sort of sympathetic.
"'Stand up,' she said, when I took time out to light a cigarette.
"I obeyed her and she told me to open my robe and when I did it, she stared at my naked breasts and the way that my nipples were standing out so stiffly. My breasts were already involved with erotic activity. They felt heavy and they hurt. Steffie looked at my pubic area and the soft little curls that hid my sexual cleft and she smiled. She told me to take the robe off and turn around. I obeyed her like a person in a dream. It seemed that I had no will of my own, no instincts and I was simply the tool of the pert individual who was lying in bed inspecting me. She told me that I had a gorgeous figure and she was downright envious.
"'I will punish you for being so lovely,' she said, smiling. 'Now, come over here, Norma. I am going to let you please me for a little while. You know what I want, don't you?'
"She was being mean and hateful and I knew it, but I had to admit that I knew just what she wanted me to do. She pushed the bed clothes down and then she opened her pajamas and then she pushed them down and I stood beside her bed staring at the lush whiteness of her body, the delicately clefted sexual flesh. She opened her legs wide and crooked her finger and I began sobbing, too overwhelmed by sudden sexual excitement to rebel. I pushed my face between her legs and as I tasted the incredible delicacies between her legs, I began shaking and she began patting my head and then she was squeezing my breasts and I began having such beautiful orgasms and she knew just how to make them nice for me.
"'Poor baby,' she .said, in a crooning voice, 'suck my cunt for a while and then I'll begin punishing you and you will learn to live and thrill to the wonders I can make for you. Now, suck all you can for a while. Make me come nicely now."
"I was on the bed with her, huddled between her legs and my lips and my tongue were doing furious things to her sex and she kept pulsing constantly and her sexual opening kept spilling new nectar. My whole body was shuddering and shaking and I could feel her hands squeezing and hurting my breasts and when she got my nipples between her fingernails and her thumbnails, she squeezed and almost cut the nipples off. The pains lanced through my breasts and then my loins and a massive orgasm resulted and I knew with a sudden sense of gratitude toward her that Steffie was going to be good for me, and that she would make me happy and sexually sated.
"Steffie was a real monster, a mean and vicious girl who delighted in hurting and abusing other people. She made sure that I kept my face between her legs until she felt that she was sated sexually. Then she decided that she would take a shower and have me show her all through the house. It was plain that she was going to rule the house, at least she was when she and I were alone.
"She suggested that she and I have a light lunch and then we were going to my bedroom. She wanted to go through my things and find out what sort of things I had so that she could improvise the tools with which to make me miserable. She went through all of my bureau drawers and she got several belts that she said would be very effective when she whipped my ass with them. That's the way she talked. She had allowed me to put some clothes on and as we went all through the house, she had used her eyes and she had gathered things as we progressed. And, when we finally got to my bedroom she had a whole arsenal of things that she said we would try out on me. She made me undress and as soon as I was naked, she put clothes pins on my nipples and the pain almost drove me insane but after the first few seconds it took on an erotic character and then it was pure ecstasy. Steffie knew that it would be. She made me open my legs and her dainty fingers separated my clitoris from the rest of my sexual flesh and she put a clothes pin on that, too, giggling with great glee as I thrilled and shrieked in agony. In a few moments the sensual pleasure was heightened still further and she made me get up on my hands and knees and eat her again.
"'A girl eats cunt best when her own cunt is getting some attention," she told me. 'You will learn how to do lots of cute things in the future. You'll see."
"I began to see and to learn that afternoon because Steffie tired of cunnilingus in time, then she made me stay on my hands and knees while she used the belts to strap my buttocks until they were on fire with pain and then she whipped my genitals until she forced me into a series of orgasms so intense they made me faint because no one could stand such ecstasy.
"When I awakened, or regained my senses, I could hear Steffie in her own bedroom. She was on the telephone and while I couldn't hear her words, the way she sounded, I was quite sure that she was talking to a boy. I didn't care about that, but I did care about the way my body was being hurt and I took the clothes pins off of my sensitive flesh and when I did, the blood that ran into the deprived or squeezed area was a new and excruciating thrill that aroused me all over again, so much so that when I eased the clamp that held my clitoris, the blood rushing back into it, made me come with a lovely orgasm that shook my whole body from head to toe.
"Steffie came into my room as I was enjoying the last orgasm and she was angry. She told me that I had done wrong when I took the clips from my person. She would do that and only when she was ready to do that. She made me put them back on again and the pain then was just too unbearable and then, as always, it became an erotic thrill and Steffie sat on the bed in a pair of shorts and a halter and she watched me going through a whole series of orgasms all induced by the pain and agony that the clamps gave me. She said that I had been very lucky in finding her because she had so many lovely pains for us. She said that the next day she was going to tie strings around my nipples and she would keep tightening the strings all day and by evening I would be in exquisite agony and having a real ball for myself. And, she said that she would discipline me every day so that I would know that she was boss and never give her any trouble. She would make me obedient and then obliging and in time, I would be very eager to please her in any way that she could think of.
"She seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of threatening me and telling me what awful things she was going to do to me. And, when we finally stopped with the sex and I went about doing my normal housewifely tasks, she sat and smoked and watched me. She had a lot of questions. She wanted to know all the details of my sex life with David. When I told her rather primly that I thought my life with David was private she just laughed and said that it wasn't private any more. She told me that she loved to suck cunt, but she liked a girl only after she had been fucked and after David screwed me, I was to bring my twat to her and pretend that I was in the bathroom. And I was to persuade David into fucking me before he went off to work so that she could find me in a delicious condition when she came in to see me. I started to cry and I asked her how I could persuade David to screw me if he didn't feel like it. She just laughed and said that that was going to be my problem and if she got cheated in the morning the beating I would take would be vicious and downright brutal. I believed her and I began sharing my husband with her that very night. David and I had intercourse and after he had his orgasm in me, I got up and went into the bathroom as usual. I ran the water in the bathroom and then went on to Steffie's room. She was wide awake, waiting for the present I was bringing to her. She insisted that we do a wild sixty-nine and I was afraid that David would hear or suspect something, but when I finally went back to bed he was sound asleep. He was more than willing to make love to me in the morning. He was very pleased, in fact. He screwed me soundly and then fixed his own breakfast while I went back to sleep, supposedly. As soon as David went to work, Steffie came into my bedroom and she put her mouth over my sex and I could feel her sticking mouth drawing everything out of me but it was a wonderful sensation. After a while, Steffie changed position and we began a frenzied sixty-nine that wore us both out so thoroughly that we fell asleep on my bed.
"When we woke, Steffie was hungry so we went into the kitchen and I fixed her something to eat. She told me, smiling, that my David was quite a man. She said that he shot a big load and he tasted delicious. The way she talked so candidly about such things repelled me and I think she did it deliberately to upset me.
"After lunch, Steffie said that we were going to take a ride. She wanted me to drive her somewhere and I think I was afraid to refuse. She wanted to visit a friend, she said. That was all right with me and we both got dressed and I guess it was about one when we left the house.
"She wanted to be driven to a neighboring community and to a big, old fashioned house that sat high on a hill top. We parked behind the house and she said that we were going inside. She wanted to introduce me to her boy friend.
"There was something quite frightening about the old house but she opened the door and entered so blithely, I just went along with her. Actually, I was becoming quite fond of Steffie and my whole body was filled with a feeling of extreme well being simply because she had given me so much attention.
"Once we were inside the old house, I looked around the big room we were in and there were all sorts of couches and big chairs and it seemed to be a nice old house. We stood in the living room for a moment and then a rather nice looking young man came from somewhere in the house and he walked up to Steffie wearing a big smile. She went to him and they kissed briefly. Steffie introduced the boy to me. He was really a man, I guess. He was tall and well built and very good looking with big blue eyes and dark blonde hair.
"'This is Julie, my boy friend,' Steffie said. 'I wanted you two to meet."
"The boy Julie shook hands with me and then he told Steffie that the others were downstairs waiting, hadn't we better join them. Steffie laughed and she said that we would go downstairs and join the others right away.
"There was a big room downstairs and there were two handsome young boys down there. They were watching an old TV set but they jumped up when we walked into the room they were in. The other two boys were about nineteen and they were built like young bulls.
Steffie introduced them. One was Ed and the other one was Clyde.
"'I promised the boys that we would have some fun this afternoon," Steffie said. 'They've been looking forward to having some fun with you. Now, take your clothes off and let's begin having a good time."
"She was smiling at me and they seemed to think my astonishment was very funny. They were all laughing. Steffie was already getting undressed and so were the boys. They were all hung like bulls with large sexual organs and they all had erections. Steffie turned to smile at me and she told me that I was going to suck the boys off and then they would take turns fucking me so that she could get her honey the way she liked it. She had a full program all worked out in her mind. Her friend Julie came over to me and he began taking my clothes off and I was too stunned to object. Julie's hands fondled my breasts and he told me that I was beautifully made. The others helped him get my clothes off and when I was naked, Julie pulled me over to a big couch and then I had to get down between his thighs on my hands and knees and as soon as I began sucking his cock, he came and it was like a sudden torrent spattering against the back of my throat, but for him it was only the beginning. I noticed that Steffie was sucking the boy named Ed and then the boy named Clyde was ramming his big dick into me and it began feeling so nice I lost track of what was going on. When I regained my sanity, I was sucking Ed's cock and Steffie was sucking my twat and I was astride her face while she did it. That became a very amazing afternoon because things were done to me that day that had never been done before. The boys took turns sodomizing me and Clyde took his belt and whipped me shamefully while the others watched. Steffie sucked the other two boys off while I was being beaten and she said that watching me getting whipped drove her through the roof and she almost killed the guys she blew.
"The orgy went on and on until we ran out of time and Steffie and I had to go home. Julie asked me if I wouldn't like to invite them to visit my house but I was afraid until he pointed out that Steffie was entitled to have her friends visit her in her hew home.
"I did invite the boys to come and visit after that, and they became very frequent guests in my home. We worked out a routine of sorts, that pleased both of us. I mean Steffie and myself. In the evenings David and I would have sex when we went to bed and Steffie would get the fruits of that little party, and then again in the mornings. During the afternoons, the boys would come over and we would have our fun and games and we really had an orgy every day. The weekends were rather sedate and uneventful.
"David was usually home on the weekends and he and I would work around the house and perhaps I would get the chores I had neglected during the week attended to, and Steffie would spend most of the days and evenings off somewhere with her friends.
"There were many times when I wanted to tell David what was going on, when I felt that I wanted him to join us and to become a part of our fun and games, but I never did. The boys and I got to be very good friends and they would all take turns beating me or hurting me while they forced me to suck them off, things like that. Steffie, of course, willingly did all of the things that they enjoyed with them and they adored her. In time, they became very fond of me.
"Steffie has grown up with us and she thinks it is so odd that David has never once even imagined that there were things going on in his own home that he was not aware of. He loves me and he is truly fond of Steffie. He has commented frequently about her exceptional beauty and what a lovely young lady she has become.
"David would be the most surprised person in the world if he were to be told what was going on under his own roof, but no one will ever tell him, I'm sure.
"I think that Julie and Steffie will marry. That's the way they are drifting and the multiple sex will continue. They enjoy all the sex they can get, and they enjoy all types of sex. And, so do I. So, I guess that our life will go on as it is. And, I will go on trying to make David a good wife and to keep him happy.
"And, of course, we will stay married. Of this I am certain."
4
In some of the case histories involving illicit sex, the possibility exists that sexual excesses or illicit relationships are initiated by one person in a family or a group and there is always the suspicion that the instigating individual is the rotten apple that contaminates the whole barrel.
One of the more important national magazines conducted a survey a few years ago, intending to learn if incentuous relationships were taking place within entire families. Broken down into terms more easily understood, the magazine explained that it was supposed that the hillbillies and the poor southern whites lived in a climate wherein sexual acts between each other were quite commonplace and involved the entire family. It was the magazine's supposition that similar arrangements were in existence all over the country, and people were encouraged to write in and confess.
The amount of mail that the magazine received was amazing. And those who wrote in established quite definitely that there were many families wherein sexual relations between the various members of the family were quite usual. There were many families that were involved in the mate swapping business and the young were allowed to participate in sexual acts with their kin as well as those they met in the various clubs.
Thus, it was established that incest and all sorts of sexual activities were taking place between consenting individuals and no one cared too much about relationships or blood lines.
In today's society, the oversexed are quite numerous and the experts are willing to concede that those who are possessed of an inexhorable and insatiable sex drive are not really too sure of themselves ever. These are people who are easily seduced and while they may possess the inclination to do that which is socially correct, they really have little to say in the matter. It is these types who get involved quite inescapably in illicit sexuality and if they are able to achieve some measure of pleasure and comfort for themselves they don't seem to care much about what is right and what is wrong.
Very often, taking a stranger into one's family can be a mistake, or it can be a blessing. And, just as often, trying to decide which is which can be difficult.
Fay D. is twenty-three years old now, and she is a pretty blonde with soft blue eyes, a quick smile, and a most remarkable figure. She is happily married and very much in love with her handsome husband. Her early sexual life was quite bizarre and the climate in which she grew was rather unusual.
"My parents decided that they wanted to take a boy into our family when I was about thirteen. I was built big and everybody said I was very pretty and my folks were very proud of me. But, Dick, that's my dad, and Pam, that's my mother, were all caught up with the idea of having a boy live with us. They had heard about another family that took a boy into their home and it all worked out just fine, so that's what they wanted to do. We lived in a community where foster homes were at a premium and so they had no trouble getting a boy to come and live with us. They brought Petey home with them one day and he took one look at me and I took one look at him and that was it as far as I was concerned. Petey was going on sixteen and he was as cute and adorable as could be. I was a compulsive masturbator anyway and once Petey came to live with us, I would lie in my bed at night and think about doing it with Petey and I would knock myself out with my busy little fingers. That's the way it was with me.
"Pam is a blonde like me and she got caught on her wedding night, and she wasn't really very old when she and Dick got married, so it wasn't too unexpected when I caught Petey watching Pam all the time. She was really a good looking gal and she had lots of goodies under her dress. So, Petey had good sense and good taste. Pam knew that he was always watching her and admiring her and I'm sure that she loved it. Like I have said, Petey was a very handsome boy and that was enough to turn me on and keep me turned on whenever he was around me.
"I don't know whether Petey seduced me or I seduced him. I really don't. I know that I was at home alone one morning and Petey was home too, so I guess I wasn't really alone. Anyway, I was going to fix some breakfast for him and me and I put my robe on and I didn't have a stitch on underneath. And my robe had gaposis. It was always popping open and when Petey got up and came into the kitchen I caught him looking at me with eyes that were actually admiring me. I poured him some coffee and when I bent over I made sure that my robe opened so that he could see my whole breast, nipple and all. He sure looked too. After that, I went back to the stove and I let him get a glimpse of cunt. Not too much, just a glimpse. He started talking with me and he began telling me what a pretty girl I was and how grown up and I just ate that all up. And when he started to run down, I gave him another look at me in both places and I could see that he was in agony. His hard-on must have been threatening to burst on him. He had a hurt, sad look on his face and all of a sudden I was sorry that I had given him a free show and no action. I asked him if he ever went to bed with a girl and he just shook his head. Then I asked him what he did when he got himself into a state like he was in now. He just smiled and said that he didn't think he should tell me things like that. I was very young and we shouldn't talk about things like that.
"'I know what you do,' I said. 'You jerk off. I know all about it from the kids at school. Are you going to jerk off now?'
"He looked like I had hit him. But, I figured there was no point in us playing games.
"'I know the shape you are in,' I told him. 'You got a hard-on looking at me. I did it deliberately because I wanted you to look at my breasts and my pussy, too. I'm a bitch, I guess. I'll jerk you off though, if you want me to. I can do that for you."
"He stared at me with a funny look on his face. Then he grinned at me.
"'Sure you can,' he said. 'Come on into my room, and I'll let you jerk me off. Come on."
"He stood up and I saw that he meant it and I started shaking and when I stood up, I could barely stay on my feet. My knees were as shaky as could be but I followed him to his room and when he took his pants down and his shorts and I saw his big cock, I almost fainted. He told me to kneel down between his legs and I could put my hand around it and jerk him off. He had a handkerchief in his hand and he said that when he was ready to shoot, he would take over and finish it himself. I didn't like that.
"'I can finish it,' I said, 'I want to."
"'All right,' he said, smiling. 'Maybe you'd like to suck it for a while. Girls are supposed to like sucking a guy's cock, especially if they like the guy.-'
"'Well, maybe,' I said. 'I'll try it."
"I knelt down between his knees and then I got my hand on his cock and I could feel it pulsing and throbbing in my hand and when he told me to kiss it and lick it a little, I did it. But, it was something that I wanted to do. When I put it in my mouth and I began tasting the stuff that was oozing out of it, I liked that and I started sucking on it real hard. He told me to move my hand up and down and then he told me to move my tongue around and all of a sudden his cock was spurting and I was swallowing and I just went nuts. I was having the wildest kinds of orgasms and I was shivering like I had a bad chill. I lost my head entirely and for a while I didn't know anything about what I was doing.
"When I realized what was going on, Petey had his hands under my chin and he was trying to make me stop sucking him. He finally succeeded and he told me that I had made him come four times and that I was like a starving person. He couldn't make me let go. I put my hand between my legs and I was the sloppiest thing I had ever been. He helped me up onto my feet and then he opened my robe and we could both see the stuff running down my legs. He told me that I was made very nicely between my legs and then he asked me if I wanted him to suck me there and I did. I most certainly did. I just laid down on my back with my knees drawn up and he started licking my legs and my thighs and when he put his mouth over my sex I almost died with ecstasy. I know I started coming and the more I seemed to come the harder he sucked and that made me come even more so. It just went on and on until his jaws ached and my twat was as sensitive as a boil. Then we had to quit for a while.
"We did a lot of talking. Petey said I had a very sweet twat and he liked sucking it. He asked me if I liked sucking his cock and after what I had done with him, that question was pretty much answered. Petey sat on the bed with me and he played with my cunt and I played with his cock and his balls and he wanted to fuck me but I was afraid. I finally agreed to let him fuck me in the ass and that's what we did. I loved that and after he popped in my rear end, then he pulled out and shoved it into my twat and he was able to really screw me but good. He started to come again and he pulled it out and shoved it into my bunghole and that felt so good I wriggled my hips around and made him come before he was ready to do it.
"We took a shower together and he washed me and I washed him but we got so steamed up fooling around with each other that he got an erection and I just knelt down with the water streaming into my face and I sucked him so dry he was hardly able to stand. When we finally got out of the shower he wanted to watch me pee and I let him, then he wanted to suck me for a while and I let him do that. He did it for hours and when he was finally able to get hard again, we got involved in a sixty-nine that lasted for hours for us. By the time my folks got home we were both worn out and absolutely exhausted.
"After that first day, Petey and I had sex every time we got the chance. Every night, when I was sure that my folks were asleep I would sneak into Petey's room and snuggle under the covers with him while I sucked him off for hours.
"We would always manage to have some fun together on Saturdays and I think that I was very happy with Petey for a long time. And then I noticed that Pam, my mother, was paying a lot of attention to Petey. Too much. And I guess I became very jealous.
"You see, Petey got home from school a couple of hours earlier than I did and when I'd get home, Pam would have a funny look on her face and she and Petey would seem guilty about something. I knew that Pam was a very young mother and very pretty but I had not supposed that she and Petey would get involved in something. I guess that it took me a couple of weeks to get up the courage to ask Petey if he and Pam were carrying on. When I did ask him, he just laughed and asked me what was the difference? It wasn't really any of my business. We argued about that and when he saw that I was really sore about what was going on, he admitted that he and Pam had started fooling around, just sneaking feels of each other and tickling each other and foolish stuff like that, but then it had gotten serious and they had been having sex every day before I got home from school. And, I never got a chance to get to him until bedtime, so I had to be content with Pam's leavings. I asked Petey what he would do if my father, Dick, found out what was going on. He just grinned and said that he wasn't about to worry about a damned thing. He was living good and he intended to go right on living good.
"I began asking him all sorts of questions about what he and Pam did and things like that and he told me. He said that Pam was a very talented cocksucker, even better at it than I was. And she liked all kinds of sex. He seemed to be getting a great deal of pleasure out of telling me what he did with Pam, and I thought that he was just giving me a snow job, teasing me kind of. Oh, I believed that he and Pam were having sex every chance they got but I couldn't quite believe that they were doing all the things he said they were. He insisted that they were, though, and thinking about him and her got to be an obsession with me.
"One afternoon I was in Pam's bedroom, making up her bed and tidying up her room while she was busy in the kitchen and I looked up at the ceiling for some reason. There was an attic above the bedroom and there was an opening in the ceiling right above the bed. My father had removed the ceiling light fixture because it had gotten fouled up and he had never put it back. So, anyone in the attic could look right down into Pam's room and see anything that took place there.
"A few days later, I got the chance to find out what Pam and Petey did together. I knew that Pam would be downtown shopping until about two in the afternoon of this one day and Petey would be in school until two, so I decided that I would cut school at lunch time and go home. Then I was going to hide in the attic and watch what happened when Petey and Pam got home. I had been looking at Pam lately and she was an exceptionally beautiful girl in spite of the fact that she was my mother. Her pale blonde hair and creamy white complexion made her seem very lovely, and her sexy figure didn't hurt her any either. All in all, she was really quite an item and it occurred to me that watching her and Petey playing games could be quite interesting.
"There was no one home when I got there and I had told the school nurse that I felt ill, so I had the whole afternoon to myself. I put my things away and climbed into an old dirty dress that I didn't care about. The entrance to the attic was in my closet and I took a flashlight with me when I got up onto the dusty, dirty floor. There was an old blanket on the flooring and I carried that with me as I crept over toward the opening into Pam's room. Once I reached there, I found that I could look right into her room and it was almost like I was right there. That's how close it seemed.
"All of a sudden I got to thinking about what I was doing and what I was liable to see and I got so excited sexually that I just couldn't help myself. I put my hand down inside my pants and I began petting myself and I had several lovely orgasms all by myself in the attic. But then I heard the door opening downstairs and Pam was home. She had some bundles and she put the things that she had bought away. She walked into her bedroom and she seemed to be so close I could touch her. She kept glancing at her wrist watch and she looked into the mirror on her dresser and she started fixing her face. She went into the bathroom and I heard her peeing and then she flushed the toilet. She returned to the bedroom and just then Petey got home from school and Pam called out to him. She told him that she had thought he would never get home. He went into the bedroom and she walked into his arms and they kissed and it was a real passionate kiss. Pam put her hand down by his fly and she had his cock out and she was stroking it and they kept right on kissing. I could hear every word and every whisper and when Pam asked Petey if she could have her lunch he told her that he was eager for her to have lunch. She laughed softly and she stepped away from him and he slid his pants off and his shorts and I watched her delicate fingertips flutter up and down his prick the same way mine did and seeing the two of them like that got me so hot I just rubbed my little clit once and I started coming and it felt like I was never going to stop.
"Petey laid down on the bed on his back and Pam got onto the bed with him and she started sucking him off right away. She got his cock into her mouth and then she started sliding her mouth up and down on his prick and he began squirming, but he kept patting her head and telling her how nicely she was doing it. Then he told her that he was coming and she seemed to know it because she went a little crazy and I could hear the ugly, animal sounds that she was making as she swallowed his juice and he kept telling her to suck harder, and lick his cock and bite it a little. She was really working hard on him and she had her fingers buried deep in his balls and then he was grunting and groaning and she was making him come all over again and seeing that got me so excited I started coming too and I moved, I just couldn't help it, but I made some noise and Pam lifted her head in a hurry and Petey sat up straight and they stared at each other and they were both scared. Pam's face looked pale and Petey's cock was as soft as mush.
"'Somebody's up in the attic,' Pam said.
",'I think so, too,' Petey said. Then he grinned, and he wasn't so frightened anymore. 'I got an idea that it's Fay, spying on us."
"'If it is,' Pam said, 'I'll kill her. I'll break every bone in her body."
"Petey looked up toward the light fixture and he called out to me.
"'You'd better come down, Fay,' he said. 'If I have to come up there, you are going to get hurt. Now, come on down.'
"There really wasn't anything for me to do, because I knew that he wouldn't come up and I would be able to hide. I got up and I went downstairs and they were both waiting for me just outside my closet door. Pam looked like she was going to kill me. She was still fully dressed but Petey had his pants off and his shorts and he was getting a hard-on just looking at me. Pam was trying to accept the fact that I was there and had spied on her.
"'She watched me sucking you off ," Pam said, dully. 'She sat up there and watched it."
"'So, you can watch her suck me off, too," Petey said, 'and then you two are even."
"'Oh, no," Pam said, in a soft, sick voice, 'not my baby."
"'Your baby is all grown up," Petey said. 'Think about it. And, she wanted to watch you. Maybe we can all have some fun together. She's a very pretty young girl. Think of the fun we can have."
"Pam was staring at me, looking me right in the eyes. She started to smile and then she moved close to me. She kissed me and it was a real kiss, hot and slimy and really a turn on kiss.
"'Would my baby like that?' she asked softly.
"'Oh, golly, yes," I said fervently.
"They both laughed and then Pam took my hand and they led me out of the closet and I went along with them to Pam's room. Petey laid down on the bed again and he was smiling at me. Pam had his cock in her hand and she was slowly jerking him up and down. She looked at me and her smile was a mile wide. She asked me if I really wanted to suck Petey's cock and let her watch. I was shaking and quivering and I just nodded, too stirred up again to even try at pretense. I climbed onto the bed with Petey and Pam watched me, still smiling as I slid my mouth down over his big hard-on, and then I just stopped thinking about anything. I heard Pam and Petey talking and he was saying that I had a beautiful body and Pam agreed with him, then I felt her fingers at my hips taking my pants away from me. Then her mouth was between my legs and everything went haywire then. Petey got his balls emptied out in a hurry and Pam kept getting a mouthful because her tongue knew just what to do with a cunt, and she kept me spilling steadily. I must have been in a daze, because I don't actually remember seeing Pam getting undressed, but I know that she was naked after a while and Petey was screwing her while I licked her clit and when he finally popped, I kept on licking her and then I was sucking her twat just as expertly as she was sucking mine. The two of us took to the les bit as naturally as a fish does to water. Petey watched us for a long while and then he was slipping his stiff cock into me and Pam went nuts when he popped inside me and she could have the pleasant job of sucking it out.
"We wore Petey out and every time he had to rest we ate each other. We had a lovely day and when we finally exhausted ourselves, we took turns in the shower and then got dressed. Pam had to fix dinner for us and my father would soon be home. Pam and I were much closer, it seemed and I felt like we were really friends. I guess that she felt the same way because she took me into her arms and she kissed me and it was a real warm kiss. She squeezed me and she told me that I had such a sweet little cunny, she was just dying to get at it again. She laughed at her own ardor and then she went back to her work at the sink. After a while my father came home and we had dinner just like any other family and we spent the evening watching TV and when it came time for bed, I sneaked into Petey's room and got under the covers and he let me suck him off for hours. When he was finally dry, he chased me and I crept back to my own room.
"The next morning was nice, because my father went to work real early and now that Pam and I knew about each other, we didn't have to pretend about anything. Petey got sucked off twice, in the morning, once by me and once by Pam. That was the only way we could work it out fairly, we thought. Petey didn't mind, he was just eager to enjoy it all.
"When I got home from school that afternoon, Pam and Petey were already making love on Pam's bed and he had screwed her several times. Pam was taking the pill and she promised that she would get a prescription for me, too. So, she didn't have to care about getting screwed, but as soon as I got home she sure wanted to get eaten and she did. As soon as I got out of my clothes, we wound up in a chain. I began sucking Pam's twat, Petey was sucking mine and Pam was sucking his cock. That got to be a favorite setup with us. Oh, we would change the general order of procedure, maybe, but we sure kept ourselves busy with each other's parts.
"The way we went at it we knocked ourselves out and we took time out to rest and talk and I happened to mention that it was such a shame that my father, Dick, couldn't join us. Pam burst out laughing. She told me then that my father was a fag. She said that he would rather suck a cock than anything else and she didn't mind so long as she got taken care of, and with Petey in the house she was being well taken care of. That bothered me and I found myself wishing that my father was different. I liked him very much and I began thinking about how nice it could be if he could play games with us. Maybe he could have fun sucking Petey's cock, and after all, Pam and I did the homosexual stuff all the time and we really loved doing it, so who was to criticize my father. I loved sucking a cock and so did Pam. Why shouldn't Dick feel the same way?
"I don't really know what made me take more of an interest in my father. Maybe it was something that Pam said. She remarked that Petey was a boy and while he could pump lots of honey, she would rather have one batch of Dick's honey. It was thicker and sweeter and it was a man's honey.
"The important thing is that I kept thinking about Dick and how nice he was and how no one seemed to bother too much with him. He worked and supported us all and Pam and I and Petey played house all the time and we never thought about him. I said something like that in front of Pam and she laughed.
"'You feel that way about him,' she said, laughing, 'why don't you seduce him the way you did Petey? He's a man, he'll flip over your pretty body and lovely face. Try it."
"She meant it and I began giving some serious thought to the idea. The following Saturday I decided that I was going to give it a try. Petey was going to be out most of the day, and Pam was going to be downtown shopping and Dick and I would be home alone. He was thirty-two at the time and really very handsome. He was a blond like Pam and me, and while he was very quiet, he was always smiling and looking at me and I knew that he thought me very attractive. Pam said he thought I was gorgeous but she always exaggerated things so I didn't pay too much attention to her.
"When I woke up on Saturday morning, Dick was in the living room, reading the newspaper and having some coffee. He looked up when I walked into the room and he gave me a nice smile. I had my robe on, the one with gaposis and I went over to where Dick was sitting and I bent over to help myself to one of his cigarettes. While I was doing it I made sure that my robe gaped open and that he could see my breasts, all of them. He sure looked, too, and when I straightened up, I caught him and I smiled at him. He smiled back and then because I was just too hot to wait and take a lot of time, I let my robe fall apart and he was staring at my pussy and my tits and his face sort of crumpled and I guess it was just too much for him. He looked like he was sick, and I guess that he was. I watched him and I felt sorry for him.
"I just stood there with my robe wide open letting him look at my naked body and when he slid to his knees and put his arms around my hips, I began shivering and shaking like I was going to faint, or something. He put his face between my thighs and then his tongue was sliding into me and I couldn't stand. I sat down on the closest thing which happened to be a footstool. I opened my legs wide open and when he slid his mouth over my cunt and I felt the powerful suction he was exerting, I came and he started shaking all over, too. I couldn't sit still and I slid off of the stool and I wound up on the floor, and his lovely mouth stayed right where it was. I went after his cock blindly, aching and shivering with yearning for it. I found his zipper and I could feel the hardness in him even before I got it out. He was bigger than Petey and as soon as I saw his cock, I tried to swallow it. He must have been overstimulated because he popped as soon as my mouth enveloped him and he was much richer and sweeter than Petey and I knew exactly what Pam was talking about.
"Dick and I rolled all over the living room floor, both of us too worked up to care about anything. He kept sucking me so hard I was sure that I peed several times, but I didn't mind because I was sucking him fiercely too, and he was delivering just like a slot machine and I guess I flipped out over the whole bit.
"When things calmed down somewhat, I realized that Pam and Petey were in the living room, sitting on the couch, watching us. I didn't really give a damn, but poor Dick almost died when he saw the two of them. I saw his face and I felt so sorry for him.
"'Don't get upset,' I told him. 'Those two went-out just so that I could seduce you. They knew I would. Pam and Petey and I have been playing house for a long time. Now we'll include you."
"Dick stared at me and then he looked at Pam's smiling face and then he started to smile, too. Petey was sitting on the couch beside Pam and he was a bit scared, probably wondering what Dick was going to say, but with both of us naked on the floor there didn't seem much that we could say. Dick's pants were down around his ankles and his cock was red as fire after what I'd done to it. Dick sat up and he got a stupid grin on his face. Pam bent way over and she kissed him right on the lips. She was so happy she almost glowed with it.
"'Things will be so much nicer now,' she said to Dick. 'I knew that our little hot pants would seduce you if we gave her the chance. Now, pull your pants up, darling and well have some lunch. Then we can play games all the rest of the day. And, if you are hard up for a cock, Petey has a beauty."
"Dick's face got awfully red as he stared at Petey, but Petey just laughed. He told Dick that he liked a lollipop once in a while, too. He went both ways and he was sure that we would work things out so that we would all have fun.
"Pam got up and she went into the kitchen and I was sitting on the living room floor stark naked. Both of the boys were looking at me and I got a bright idea. I crooked my finger at Petey and he came to me and I took his big cock out and I guided him into me and Dick sat there and watched me get thoroughly screwed. And, as soon as Petey pulled out of me, he went right after Petey's dripping dick first and then he began eating me and he drove me up the walls with his wild tongue. Pam came into the living room to tell us that our lunch was ready and no one was interested in having any lunch right then. She simply sat down and opened her legs, and Petey started eating her and it got to be rather hectic around there for a while.
"Eventually, we did eat lunch, and after that we all went into the big bedroom and we got naked and we had ourselves one hell of an orgy. The two boys wound up sucking each other off and we girls had a very wonderful sixty-nine that we made last for hours. By then, the boys were interested in girls again and we were able to have a sixty-nine with them. Pam and Petey wound up together and Dick and I had us a very nice time of it, sucking each other off. There was no doubt about it, I loved Dick and sex of any kind with him was a really wild experience for me. I think the fact that he was my father made it much more interesting and intense for me.
"After that first day, we became a well integrated family and we had no reservations about doing anything. Dick, it developed, had a lover that none of us knew about, a handsome young boy of nineteen and he was finally persuaded to bring the boy home. He was a real nice kid and his name was Wilbur. But, I'm afraid that once we girls got at Wilbur, I don't think he was too fond of homosexuality any more. Dick kept complaining that we had ruined the boy on him, and we just thought that that was funny. It was very nice having two girls and three cocks available and we made the most of it.
"Wilbur became a part of our life and Dick was able to get a great deal of enjoyment out of him, in spite of the fact that Pam and I used him quite often. But, in time, Wilbur just adjusted and so did Petey.
"I guess you could say that Petey and I grew up together and the inevitable happened with us. We decided that we were in love with each other and we got married. We have been very happily married now for some time, but we have not changed things in any way. The others come and visit with us sometimes during the week and on the weekends we all get together, either at Pam and Dick's or at our place. Usually, Wilbur shows up, too, because after all, he has pretty much become one of the family. And, we all like him.
"I suppose that many people would consider our family rather unusual, but we don't really think much about it any more. We all go to bed together in the same big bed and whoever wants someone just helps himself. What could be more comfortable than that?
"I do think I should admit that when Petey and I were first married we did think that we would restrict our sexual life to each other and we actually didn't bother with anyone else for a whole month, but then Pam and Dick were over visiting and it all seemed silly so we just went back to what we had always done.
"And, we will always live like that, but because we want to. Not because we have to.
"We just like each other. We like each other very much."
5
Taking a young stranger into one's home is often a practice that is fraught with danger. Perhaps the youngster can be a catalyst that initiates a whole new way of life for a couple, or the young person and their vulnerability can bring to irresitible life, latent tendencies that either or both foster parents were unaware that they possessed. There have been many cases recorded wherein a young wife has drifted into a lesbian relationship with a young woman she took into her home, and the foster-mother has realized later on, that she was unaware of her lesbian tendencies. The same type of thing happens over and over again between young boys and the men who take them into their homes and their lives and again, the man quite possibly is unaware of his homosexual desires.
Sociologists are aware that such acts take place all of the time and unless the young person involved complains, the matter will never become known except to those who participate.
In many instances, the psychologists suppose, a young boy will enter a roster home and be seduced and persuaded into doing the things that he enjoys doing. Very often, both foster parents are corrupt, or perverted and unknown to the other partner, interested in the young person they have taken into their lives for their own pleasures. And, it is not uncommon for them to work independently and secretly to accomplish their purposes while the hapless young person has to go along with both and keep the secrets of both.
Bernard G. was fifteen and a half and fully grown when he was placed in a foster home. The change was made because his parents divorced and neither of them wanted to care for him. Bernard was a big boy, a bit plump and he ate a lot. So, his parents were glad to farm him out. He was placed in a foster home but by his parents. They knew a young couple who had always liked Bernie and when the divorce and the moving out was concluded, Bernie was allowed to go and live with Ted and Cora, a young couple that his parents seemed to like very much.
"'Ted was a nice guy,' Bernie says, 'and he was a young guy. Cora was in her early twenties and she was a stunning beauty. She was a redhead with big breasts and a slim body. She was always happy and smiling and I was kind of surprised to find that she and Ted had separate bedrooms. When I showed my surprise, Cora laughed and she said that I was going to sleep with Ted. She couldn't sleep with him because he threshed around and he kept waking her up. She was a light sleeper, she said.
"Ted went right after my cock the first night he and I slept together. He closed the bedroom door and he and I got into the bed and after the light was out I felt his fingers inside my pajamas and I sort of squirmed but I didn't know what to do. He was fondling my balls and my cock and the next thing I knew I had a big rail on. He slid down in the bed and then he put his mouth over it and he began sucking it. He sucked it awfully hard and very soon the head of my cock was tingling and stinging because he had sucked so hard, but when he got it like that, he began sliding it in and out in his mouth and then he was swishing his tongue around and all of a sudden I began coming and it felt so good I couldn't help it. I started sobbing and I never wanted him to stop. When I was coming, he slid his mouth way down on my cock and it felt like his whole mouth just collapsed around my dick and it felt nice. It felt so nice I just laid there in the bed, shivering and crying and when I stopped coming, he slid his mouth upwards again and then he started sucking the head again until he got it all tingly and hurting and then he made it come again. He just kept it up for a long time and I think I must have come at least a half dozen times, but I didn't mind because each time was nicer than the other. He was still sucking on my cock when I finally fell asleep.
"When I woke up in the morning, Ted had already left for work and I was sure that my cock would look like raw meat when I did take a look at it, but it didn't. I looked just fine. I was well rested and I sat up in my new bed and I could hear Cora working in her kitchen. I could smell coffee and bacon and I was about to get out of bed when Cora came into my room. She was carrying a tray with my breakfast on it. She put it on the chair beside my bed and then she gave me a nice smile. She asked me if I had gotten a good night's rest and I said yes I had. She was wearing a white blouse and a brown shirt and her red hair was all brushed and shining. She had her face made up and she was truly beautiful to look at. She caught me staring at her and she smiled and I blushed. " 'Did you enjoy sleeping with Ted?' she asked. " 'Yes, Ma'am,' I said. I was remembering what Ted had done to me and I blushed some more. Cora sat down and she told me to go ahead and get started on my breakfast. She was smiling and she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke away from us.
"'Bernie, dear,' she said, still smiling, 'I know Ted, after all, he is my husband. I know that he sucked your cock. How many times did he make you come?'
"My face was burning and I just couldn't look at her. She laughed softly and then she told me that she wanted an answer. I told her finally, that he made me come about six times. She nodded and then she told me to eat.
"'Could you come six more times this morning?' she asked.
"She was shocking me and she thought it was funny. She said that she was going to suck my cock after I had eaten. She liked doing it too, but Ted didn't like her to suck his cock. He only liked it when another boy sucked him off.
"She asked me if I liked her and I nodded. I couldn't help liking her, she was so pretty. When I told her that, she was real pleased. She sat and talked to me very pleasantly and she said that she and Ted were married but they didn't really get along with sex, because he liked to do the same things that she liked to do, so nothing seemed to work right for them. She knew that when I slept with him he would go after my prick because other boys had slept with him and he did it to them. She pretended not to know what he did and he never mentioned it, so they just let it go. She said that she liked me very much and she was hoping that after I had finished eating I would let her play with my cock and suck it, too. She asked me if that would be all right and I told her yes. She was so pleased she reached for it right away and she took it out and she told me that I had a very lovely cock, and she was very glad that I was going to live with them.
"I finished eating very quickly and she helped me to take the bottoms of my pajamas off. Then she went right after my cock and she didn't hurt it the way Ted did. She sucked it real nice and when she made it come, she sort of enjoyed the whole business. When she finished getting what she could from me, she stopped and she got up and carried the dishes out to the kitchen. I started to get up but she told me not to. She said that she was going to keep me in bed and she was going to enjoy my lovely cock all day. She gave me a nice big grin as she asked me if I wouldn't like that. She laughed when I nodded my head quickly. She knew that I would like it. Who wouldn't?
"When she came back into the bedroom, she asked me if there was anything that I would like her to get me and when I said no, she suggested that I go to the bathroom and take care of whatever I had to do. Then she thought it might be nice if I took a shower. I took the top of my pajamas off and she asked me to stand and turn around so that she could see all of me. When I did it she told me that I was made very nicely and she said that I had the plump buttocks of a girl. She thought that that was very interesting.
"I went into the bathroom and she said that she would wait for me to rejoin her. I took a quick shower and when I went back to the bedroom she was sitting on the bed sipping a cup of coffee and she was smoking a cigarette. She reached out and caught my genitals in her hand and she fondled them as she smiled up at me. She told me to lie down on the bed and she and I would see how many times I could come before lunch time.
"We both stretched out on the bed and she began licking and sucking my balls and she made me come very easily. While I was spilling my seed she sucked gently and her fingers squeezed my balls gently and it seemed that she was squeezing more and more juice out of me. She let me calm down a bit and while that was happening, she would love me and kiss me on the lips and she kept on fooling around like that until she thought I had rested enough. Then she began using her mouth on my privates again and she started the whole thing in all over again. I liked the way she did it to me, much better than the way Ted did it. He was always hurting the tip of my cock and she just made it feel good.
"She made me come seven times before she decided that it was time for us to rest. She told me to get dressed and we would have some lunch and then we were going for a ride. She had some shopping to do and she was going to take me with her. We had some sandwiches and milk and then she said that she was going to change her clothes. She said that I could come into the bedroom with her while she got some new clothes on. She smiled as she said that if she was going to be so familiar with my body there wasn't any reason why I shouldn't get to know her body, too.
"We went into her bedroom and she began undressing. She took her blouse off and then she was walking around in her bra and I could see that her breasts were snowy white and really pretty. She saw me looking at them and she said that she would take her bra off so that I could get better acquainted with her breasts. She unhooked her bra and it slid down her arms and she straightened up and the twin globes on her chest were standing right out, the deep pink tips smooth except for the little nipples that jutted out like little .22s. She moved close to me and then she said that I could play with them and suck the nipples for a while, if I wanted to, and I certainly did want to. She suggested that maybe we had better take the time to lie on her bed and she would let me enjoy her breasts for a while. She had some ambitions too, it seemed because after I started playing with her breasts and sucking the little nipples, the nipples got bigger and harder and then she was making nice little sounds of pleasure in her throat and her hands reached for my privates and I was as hard as a rock. She began playing in my cock and then she said that we would have to stop. She wanted to get out of the rest of her clothes. She finished undressing in a hurry and she laughed softly as I looked at the area between her legs. She had a triangle of soft, reddish brown curls where her legs came together and a deep slit there too.
When she took my hand and put it between her legs I could feel the wetness there and she told me what to do with my fingers and when I rubbed her slippery flesh she got even wetter it seemed. She moved in the bed and then she had her mouth on my cock again and I was facing the deep red valley that was between her legs. I began licking the wet flesh and then I slid my mouth over it as tightly as I could and my tongue seemed to have a life of its own and she was shuddering and shaking violently and I could tell from the way she was making noise that she was having a grand time. Her mouth was around my sexual organ tightly and when she was sucking it the same way that Ted sucked it and the tip was hurting and all of a sudden it was erupting and hurting and it felt so nice I was sure that I couldn't stand anymore ecstasy, Cora's slit was making motions and my mouth was filling with the stuff that was coming out of her and all of a sudden my whole body started shaking violently, more than it ever had before and then I felt Cora's mouth pulling the material out of me with a suction that just couldn't be denied. She kept on sucking the stuff out of me even after I stopped coming and when she finally stopped, I just laid there in the bed with her, shaking like I was never going to stop. She took her mouth away and then she moved her hips and she straightened up and so did I. She grinned at me and her eyes were funny looking, like she was crying only she wasn't crying.
"'Wow,' she said, 'that was something, wasn't it?'
"I was still too shaken to answer her. She pulled me into her arms and she hugged me tightly to her naked breasts. I started licking them and she snickered. She laid down on her back and I was on top of her, licking and sucking her breasts. I felt her hand holding my cock and it was as hard as a rock again. Maybe it had stayed that way. She put it between her legs and then she did something with her hips and it slid right into her cunt. She began squirming her hips around and it felt awfully good and then she was moaning and whimpering and she rolled from side to side for a time. Her legs went up around my back and she whispered into my ear. She begged me to fuck her with my lovely cock and I did it. She kept her bottom slamming into my hips as I kept thrusting into her and then she sort of went a little crazy and so did I and then I felt my strength pouring out of me and she shook like crazy and then we both fell flat against the bed.
"We just laid there like we were dead for a while, then she said that she had to get up. I moved away from her and she sat up first, then she got out of the bed and she went into the bathroom. She was gone a long time and when she came back, she had a big smile on her face. She told me that I had made her very happy and she was glad that I was going to live with her and Ted. She came over to me and she began kissing me on the lips. She said I was so nice to have in the house. She wanted to suck me some more but she thought she'd better not because Ted would do it when he and I went to bed that night. She didn't want to kill me.
"We never did go shopping that first day. Cora got dressed and so did I and she let me help her with some of her housework. Then it was time for her to put dinner on and when Ted arrived home she gave him a nice big kiss and then we ate and afterwards, she let me help her with the dishes while Ted sat in the living room and watched TV.
"When we went to bed that night, sure enough, Ted went right after my dick and he sucked it until I went to sleep like he had the night before. I began to wonder if that was the way I was going to go to sleep every night.
"In the morning, I asked Cora and she just shook her head. She said it was probably because I was new and Ted was just enjoying himself to the utmost, but after he got used to having a boy in his bed every night he would leave me alone some nights.
"Cora fixed me some breakfast and she wanted to suck me while I ate it and that was just fine with me. I sat up in bed and had my breakfast and Cora went after my dick and we both did very well. Cora made me come a couple of times while I was eating and when I was finished, she carried the tray out to the kitchen. She had her nightgown on and when she came back, she took it off and she climbed into bed with me. She started licking and kissing my cock and as soon as it got hard, she wanted to get fucked and she sure did.
"We made screwing her last a long time, and after a while it got so good that we just couldn't wait anymore and we got started really screwing so hard and so furious that I started coming and she did, too. Then we clung to each other like we were going to melt together. We clung to each other for a long time. Then, Cora moved her legs and she sighed. She said that we had had such a nice time, she just didn't want to move. There really wasn't any need to move, sol thought that we would take a nap. But, we didn't. Cora got up and she was in the bathroom for a long time. I heard the shower running for quite a while and when she came out of the bathroom, she told me to take a shower, too. She said that we were going out and we would be gone for most of the day. She wanted me to wear some of my good clothes and she was especially anxious for me to look my best.
"'I'm taking you to meet someone,' she said. 'Someone that I care about very much. I want him to like you."
"She must have been worried about her own appearance, too, because she dressed very carefully and she fixed her face and by the time we were ready to leave her house, she was especially lovely and well groomed.
"They had two cars and Cora had her own little compact that she used to run around the city. I sat beside her while she guided the car through the city streets and out into the country. She kept talking to me, mostly about sex and she kept telling me how happy she was to have me with them, and how nice it was to wake up in the morning and know that she had a handsome, strong young man ready and eager to feed her as much honey as she could eat. She smiled and said that she was afraid that it would be very easy to fall in love with a young man like that. It would be nice perhaps, if I fell in love with her, too. That would be very nice, she said.
"It was early in the morning, really, about nine thirty, when she drove into a winding dirt road and after riding along that for a while, she turned into a garage that was underneath a house. She parked the car inside and we got out. She went over and closed the garage door and then we started walking up a stairway that led to the rooms upstairs. She opened the door at the head of the stairs and we entered a very pretty living room.
"Someone was making noise in a kitchen and then a young man's voice called out to tell us that he was in the kitchen. Cora took my hand and she led me along a short hallway and we walked into a well lighted kitchen. A very nice looking young guy was sitting at the kitchen table. He was a dark haired guy, with a nice smile. He was wearing a tee shirt and Bermuda shorts. He got up when we entered and he took Cora into his arms and they kissed. Cora twisted out of his embrace and she turned to smile at me.
"'This is Tommy,' she said, 'and Tommy, this is Bernie, the boy I've been telling you about. I'm very much afraid that I love both of you. Isn't that awful?'
"'Not really,' Tommy said, smiling. 'I think that's just fine."
"He poured some coffee for both of us and then he told Cora how lovely she looked and there was no doubt about that. Then he told Cora that I was a very nice looking boy and he would be real gentle with me. Cora kissed him and she said that she was sure that he and I would like each other very much. She certainly hoped that we did.
"The way they were carrying on I knew right away that Tommy was her lover and she seemed anxious to make me know it. She even told me just what she had in mind.
"'You and I are going to spend the day with Tommy,' she said, smiling happily. 'Tommy likes to do what Ted does, too, and he will make you suck him off too, because he enjoys that And, he will do other things to you and me, too, but we will enjoy our visit with Tommy."
"She reached out and touched the big bulge in Tommy's crotch and he laughed softly. She opened his fly and then she had his prick in her hand and she was slowly pumping him up and down and he was smiling at her, sort of like he cared about her and anything she wanted to do was all right with him. Cora was really excited and when she started getting goo out of his cock, she bent over and then she was giving him lots of head and he was squirming around on the chair and he was close to spurting, that was plain. He looked at me and his smile got all twisted up and his eyes got a crazy look in them and then I saw Cora swallowing slowly and milking him with her fingertips and I knew what had happened. Cora stayed right with it, milking it thoroughly before she finally slid her mouth off.
"'I just couldn't wait,' she said, and she sounded like she was drunk. 'You know me, I get so damned hot and so horny for cock. Let's go to bed."
"Tommy grinned at her and then at me. He stood up and Cora went into his arms again and one of her hands held his still firm penis. She was sexually aroused and really on fire. Tommy kissed her and then the two of them sort of danced out of the kitchen and into a large bedroom that was furnished in soft, restful grays. The king sized bed had no covers, only a tightly fitted sheet. Tommy told me to come along with them and when I stood inside the bedroom, Tommy told me to get undressed. He said that he and I were going to put some of the fires out for Cora. She was already getting out of her clothes with a speed that made it seem that they were on fire.
"She got herself naked in a hurry and then she dropped to her knees in front of Tommy and she began licking him under his balls while her fingertips began manipulating his cock just like she was going to jerk him off. He was enjoying what she was doing and I noticed that Cora had an unusually long tongue. She loved licking and kissing him and she even stuck her tongue in his back hole and she shivered and squirmed when she did that and Tommy told me that she was coming all over herself. He said that she was very sensitive about an ass. She liked to get fucked up the ass, he said. He said that that not only turned her on, it turned her inside out and after a while we would give her all of that kind of screwing she could take. He told me to open his top bureau drawer and then I saw why. There were several dildoes in the drawer. They were all different in size and the harnesses and straps that made them work were skin colored and nylon. Tommy told me that we would use those to screw Cora in the ass with. She would suck us both too dry to do her much good for quite a while and during our time of recuperation, while our balls were filling up again, we would use the dildoes and take turns screwing Cora in both places. She was already on the bed by the time I got undressed and the way she was squirming around I could see that she was on fire with sexual need. Tommy let her put her face in his crotch again and she started licking him down there but he grabbed her hair and lifted her head and then she was swallowing his cock and he was shoving his hips at her and she was really trying to empty him all in one time. He reached out and his hands caught my cock and he pulled me over to him. I got onto the bed and he put his hands on my buttocks and he pulled me closer to him. His mouth was warm, and wet and very slippery and he began sucking me just like Ted did it, making the tip hurt but he kept playing with my balls while he sucked me and it all got to feeling very nice and then he was spurting into Cora's hungry mouth and I started spurting and Cora's slender body began shuddering and her buttocks quivered and I could tell that she was having a beautiful orgasm for herself. Her whole body was shaking like a dog does when it gets wet and I got so excited knowing what was happening to her I lost control of myself and Tommy made me give him another load. He sure made my whole body feel nice the way he did it. And, I knew that when he wanted me to do it to him, I would be willing and quite artful and I would try to make it as nice for him as he was making it for me.
"He lost interest in me a few minutes later and he told me to rest up for a while and watch. Then he grabbed Cora's hips and he got beneath them and he began sucking her pussy and then they were both making nice, pleasurable noises and I could tell that they were really enjoying each other. I laid there on the bed and I was watching them and I got hard again. I was so damned excited I thought I was going to start popping all over myself right then and there. Tommy opened his eyes and he saw what I had and he turned his face sideways so he could talk to me. He told me to put my nice hard on into Cora's cunt and fuck her soundly. I got behind her rump and I slipped it into her and she just wriggled her hips and made some more nice, contented noises. Tommy's tongue was driving her clit crazy and she kept clenching my cock with her vagina as I started screwing her. Tommy began licking my balls and then I went a little crazy and when I came I thought I would never stop pouring it into her. Tommy was helping me to deliver every possible drop. He was squeezing my balls and when I finally began withdrawing, he licked my penis and when it was out of Cora's tight little sheath he took it into his mouth and sucked it lovingly and I could tell that he really liked doing it. I thought it was just something that felt very nice and wouldn't last long, but he did something with his tongue and I got so excited I started throbbing and then I started coming in I was so amazed. I had not supposed I could do it again so fast. But, I did. When I was finished exuding the stuff, Tommy let me go and then he pulled Cora's slit into his mouth with a nice, happy sigh. She slid her hips downward and then the two of them moved into a little world of their own and they sucked each other for more than an hour while I just sat and watched them, marveling at the way they would both come at the very same time.
"A bit later, Cora sucked me while I sucked her and Tommy screwed her every time he could get hard and I found that she and I would come together, too.
"That whole day was a time of exceptional pleasures. I learned a lot about Cora that day, too. She had met Tommy through her husband. Ted and Tommy had been lovers and after Tommy met Cora he discovered that he liked sex with her, too, so he and Cora became lovers and he and Ted stopped seeing each other. Cora knew that Tommy still liked to suck a prick and he liked getting sodomized so she thoughtthat I could do those things for Tommy. She was right about that. I was glad to do them for him. He sodomized me with the dildo and I liked that very much, but Cora wanted to do it to me, too, and I loved it when she did. I don't know why but having a pretty girl giving it to me, heightened the pleasure of it all and Tommy took full advantage of my frenzies. He got his head under my belly and he sucked my cock like crazy while Cora was screwing me and the whole bit knocked me out for a while. When I woke up, my asshole was sore and tingling and Cora and Tommy were lying on the bed, locked into a tight embrace while they necked each other and gently played with each other's parts. They seemed to be resting and I didn't say anything to them. It looked like it was going to be a long afternoon.
"Cora and Tommy were getting more and more excited as they kissed and petted each other's genitals and then Cora's legs began shifting and moving up and down and it was apparent that something would have to be done about Cora. Tommy did it. He had a big hard-on and as Cora's legs shifted and worked, he managed to get the head of his big penis into her slit and she hiked her hips and swallowed it with a loud sigh of deepest contentment. She was moving her hips and sliding her body back and forth on Tommy's stiff rod and all of a sudden she stopped still, then her whole body shook for a time, and then she began working Tommy's cock in and out of her twat again. She kept that up for a long time and Tommy was kissing her and loving her and he was really getting worked up too. Then all of a sudden he rolled on top of her and she lifted her legs to wrap around his middle and then they started screwing like animals and her hips kept slamming into his thighs with loud smacking sounds and she was whimpering and sobbing and I could see white fluids dribbling out of her and sliding down onto the sheets. Then she began shuddering and screeching in a soft, tiny voice and his hips began working like pistons and the loud smacking sounds were louder and quicker and they exploded, the two of them motionless for a long, shivery moment and then the stuff was pouring out of Cora's cunt and Tommy's balls were working feverishly and it was apparent that they had accomplished something really splendid for themselves. Tommy's hips worked feverishly against Cora's slippery bottom and he was grinding himself against her firm bottom and then he collapsed and she did too and they sprawled on the bed like bags of junk. They were breathing hard and Cora's throat was filled with soft, crooning sounds and she was kissing Tommy's mouth with a funny sort of gratitude. The two of them looked like they were going to go to sleep.
"They didn't sleep, though. After a while, Tommy moved in the bed so that he could put his face between Cora's legs and then he began sucking her cunt and licking the deep crevices and valleys and Cora began reacting to the direct stimulation of his tongue and her hips started crawling and squirming and she moved her head and her mouth sought his cock and she began sucking his limp penis. It wasn't limp for very long. She got it hard and then she began her expert manipulations and she had Tommy shaking and squirming in ecstasy in very short order. She twisted and turned and then she got on her hands and knees and Tommy's face was beneath her hips and she let go of Tommy's cock long enough to tell me that she wanted my stiff cock in her cunt so that Tommy could have a nice little feast. I didn't waste any time in screwing her and Tommy's hungry mouth kept nipping at my balls as I screwed Cora and that got me so excited I popped before I was ready to, but it didn't matter. Tommy got hold of my cock as I was taking it out and then he sucked me off before I could get away and the second time I came was much nicer than the first.
"Cora was the one to finally call a halt. It was late in the afternoon and she realized that she would have to get home and fix dinner for Ted and us too. She kissed Tommy lingeringly and lovingly and she told him that she hated to leave him but she had to do it. He just laughed and he said he didn't mind. He could use the rest. Cora laughed at that, too. She told me to take a quick shower and I did, and when I was getting dressed, she showered.
"She asked me if I liked Tommy while she was driving us home and I had to admit that I did. I liked Tommy very much. I wondered why she didn't marry Tommy and she just laughed and said that guys like Tommy didn't marry anybody. She was quite content with Ted as long as she had Tommy on the side. She looked at me in the car and she had a sort of sympathetic smile on her face.
"'You poor kid," she said. 'I'm sure you must be milked dry. If Ted starts pulling you down some more tonight I don't know what will happen. I don't think you could pump another drop if you had to. Maybe I can interest Ted in cunt tonight. Whenever I can, he lets me suck him off, which he likes just as much as draining you."
"I didn't say anything to her. I didn't know what to say. She kept on driving and she was such a pretty girl it was hard for me to remember that we had done all of the things that we had done.
"'You didn't get to learn how to suck cock today," she said, smiling prettily, 'but you will learn. Ted will make you suck him while he is doing you. Tommy will teach you how to do it expertly. We will spend about three days a week with Tommy. Maybe more if I can work it out. I hope that's all right with you."
"I told her that it would be all right with me and she laughed. She said that she had an idea I would like it. She didn't say anymore after that and shortly we drove into the yard and she and I went inside the house. She went into her bedroom to change her clothes and she called me to come in there so that she could talk to me. She was walking around nude and I just stared at the simple beauty of her young body and I couldn't help it. I got hard and when she saw that she looked at her watch.
"'We have an hour before Ted gets home,' she said, grinning. 'Lie down on my bed and let me take care of that lovely thing."
"I laid down and she pulled my pants off and then she went after my cock and she drove me half crazy with her clinging mouth and busy tongue and she forced a massive load out of me, a load so big that it surprised both of us. She said later that she hadn't supposed I could spit another drop. But, I did it. Then she made me get dressed again and start peeling the potatoes for dinner.
"She came into the kitchen later, dressed in shorts and a loose blouse and she talked with me while we did the cooking and it was nice to just visit with her and not talk about sex or anything like that. Ted came in and he was in a very good mood. When Cora kissed him, she really put a lot of passion into it and Ted smiled. He was sure that she had the hots for him and she ground her hips against him in a sneaky way so that I wouldn't notice, and Ted's grin got even wider.
"That night I got sent to bed while Ted and Cora were still in the living room watching TV. I never did know when he came to bed. When I woke in the morning, Cora was still in her bed and Ted had already left for work. Cora must have heard me moving around because she called me and I went into her bedroom. She was wide awake and she was as hot as a pistol. She told me to get into bed with her. When I did, she straddled my face with her slippery twat and I began draining the fluids that were flowing out of her vagina. She was so excited she was exuding a heavy flow of delicious honey and I guess I went a little crazy because she was doing lovely things to my cock with her burning mouth and she had me gushing like Old Faithful. It seemed to be that I came every sixty seconds. I guess that it wasn't really that often but that's the way it seemed.
"She responded to being sucked by convulsions that started in her sexual flesh and never stopped, and she said that she got the exquisite sensations of coming whenever her flesh was in motion so she liked being sucked and tongued because that kept her cunt working constantly and she almost flaked out whenever she got that kind of attention. I guess that we spent at least a couple of hours in a marvelous sixty-nine that really had us both turned on and when we finally couldn't stand anymore sensation, she said that we would stop and have some breakfast. That was all right with me.
"Cora got up and she could hardly stand. She laughed about that and she said that we must have had a really nice time. I agreed to that. She kissed me as I stood up and she patted my wilted dick. We were both naked as she walked out into the kitchen and started fixing me some cereal. She decided on toast and coffee and she sat down at the table and her magnificent breasts stared at me as they rested on the edge of the table.
"'You were exceptionally hot sucking my cunt this morning,' she said. That pleased me very much. Did I taste especially nice this morning?'
"It was a strange question, but I thought about it and I realized that she had tasted especially sweet and there had been an unusually large amount of honey in her hive. When I told her that she laughed and then she leaned across the table and her mouth glued itself to mine in a swift, passionate kiss. She kept her lips brushing mine as she explained things to me.
"'Ted fucked me twice last night,' she said, whispering. 'And again this morning before he went off to work. Now you know why I had so much honey. Now you have crossed another bridge. Did you like what you tasted in me? Tell the truth."
"With her hot lips against mine, and her whole body alive with sexiness, I just didn't bother pretending. I had loved the taste of her twat and what it had contained and she already knew it. She just wanted me to say it. So I said it. She laughed and then she said that she was so glad that I could go both ways. Then she settled back into her chair and we went on with breakfast.
"After a second cup of coffee, Cora said that she wanted me on her bed so that she could suck me off some more. She said that she loved doing that and she wanted to do it right then. I didn't argue. I sprawled on her bed and she knelt and started licking my balls and crotch and my rear hole and that sure got me up in a hurry. Then she started licking my stiff penis and a few minutes later, she started sliding her mouth up and down on it and her fingers began manipulating my balls and I started coming and she used her hands to force me into spectacular spending. When she lifted her mouth off I could feel her sucking the very last of my honey from me and I was writhing in excruciatingly beautiful ecstasy. She slid her body on top of me and then I felt her slippery mouth gluing itself to my lips, her tongue slid inside and then the honey that she had taken from me slid into my mouth and she was kissing me and driving me crazy with sensations. Her tongue was in my mouth, tasting and sharing it seemed, and then my mouth was empty and I had swallowed her gift, and so had she. She collapsed on top of me and I held her, while her mouth kept on kissing me and loving me. She was trembling with a fierce surge of exceptional passion and she wanted me to eat her for a while, at least until she cooled down and was able to relax. It was a delight for me to do as she asked of me. We had a very pleasant day, just the two of us and she shared many of her honey kisses with me. She told me that she was sure that Tommy and I would be very happy with each other, and that Ted would be quite pleased with me too.
"That sure turned out to be truth because when we went to bed last night, Ted slept with his head to the foot of the bed and when he started sucking me, he put his hand against the back of my head and pushed my face against his big erection. I got the message and for hours we worked at a sixty nine and each time he made me come I did as much for him. I'm afraid that I actually enjoyed doing it to him and I guess he realized that. When he came home the next evening he told me that I was a fine boy and he would be glad to raise me and keep me.
"My life with Ted and Cora settled down into a truly wonderful existence. Once I realized that I actually enjoyed homosexual activity. Tommy and I had some very nice times and Cora let us do as we pleased, just so that she could suck us too and we would eat her and sodomize her, too. She and Ted got along a lot more comfortably with me living with them, she said. Ted was happy and so was she. And, I had no complaints.
"I grew up with Ted and Cora and Tommy and when I reached the age where I thought of getting married, Cora said that I would have to marry a very special type of girl. And she helped me to find the type of girl that I might be happy with.
"Cora and Tommy got into some of the far out groups that enjoy all sorts of sex and she persuaded me to go along with them when she and Tommy went to group meetings. She worked it all out rather cleverly, getting Ted to believe that she was going to school the nights that she and Tommy went to the meetings.
"Sharon, the girl that I met and liked at one of the group meetings, eventually became my wife. She is very pretty and she and her brother have been enjoying a sexual relationship that lasted for years and her brother, Earnest, lives with us and we enjoy a life that is sexually uninhibited and we are all very happy. Cora and Tommy get together with us occasionally, but my association with Ted came to an end when Sharon and I got married. Ted, is pretty starit laced about things, I guess. He sort of keeps to himself and Cora doesn't even pretend any more that she loves him. The two of them live together in a strange life, but Cora and Tommy still have a ball being together and the two of them often visit us and we have a ball.
"Maybe my early life in a foster home shaped the type of life that I wanted to live, and maybe it isn't the best sort of life for some people, but it is for me. I am happy and Sharon is happy and we just do the things that we like.
"Who needs more?"
6
It would be a mistake to suppose that the vast majority of people who take young people into their homes are motivated by an exaggerated interest in sex and the possible sensual pleasures they might get from sexual congress with a young person. The average foster-parent is motivated by sincere impulses of charity and a string desire to help another person less fortunate.
The psychologists will argue that there is no such thing as true generosity, that all human impulses and acts are instigated by motives other than those which appear on the surface. For instance, one school of psychology believes that a gift is not a generous act, but instead, an act designed to boost the ego of the giver. There are other reasons for charity and goodness, etc., but it becomes plain that the psychologists can attribute all sorts of reason for human acts that will not necessarily fit any pattern except the one that the expert is dealing with at the moment Very often, the psychologists or othe students of human behavior can explain what takes place within a human being when an act or an activity that is not particularly laudable takes place. Very often, people with the noblest and most charitable instincts and purposes will take young person into their home and after some time has elapsed and certain experiences have been encountered, discover that they possess tendencies and desires that they had never suspected.
Here again the psychologists fail to agree Many of the behavioral scientists believe that there is nothing done by a human being that is not instigated or directed by a subconscious knowledge of the part of the person acting in strange pyschological mileu. For instance, these people believe that when a woman encounters situation that exposes her lesbian tendencies that she has no right to surprise, that she did deliberately and, perhaps, unconsciously set up the circumstances that would expose her true nature.
In this same category are the people wh punish others, the devotees of administering capital punishment. These people are especially suspect to the psychiatrists and the psychologists, and many of the professional people feel that there is an inherent sexuality or sensuality in the practice of spanking or inflicting pain upon the flesh of another.
There can be no doubt that being spanked is extremely erotic to many young people of either sex. There are many case histories that reveal the erotic ecstasies that many young people have experienced under the paddle or the lash or the whip, and when such a reaction occurs, it is usually an astonishing experience to both parties involved.
The case history that will occupy this chapter is that type of case, and both parties insist that there was no intention to stimulate sexual flesh, or to initiate a relationship that was a dependency or a type of dominance over another human.
As so often happens, the two people who discovered many things about their own personalities, previously unsuspected, did not put an end to the activities that exposed their sensual tendencies, instead, they joined forces, so to speak so that they could wring the ultimate in sensations from an illicit relationship that rapidly became perverted, or at best, thoroughly amplified.
In discussing this phase of a sexual relationship that starts quite innocently and progresses with both parties eager to explore and enjoy new and greater thrills, one psychologist said that the situation, as it would develop, might be likened to Pandora's box.
'When the young begin with masturbation,' he said, 'it is their belief that the sensations of orgasm that they can induce represent the ultimate in sensual feelings. When something happens that proves such a conclusion not true, the new and greater sensation that has been experienced becomes the most desired, as the individual realizes that there are different levels of erotic sensations and ecstasies, the desire to experiment, to seek new and more intense erotic pleasures captivates many and then they begin to trod the labyrinths of sensuality and nothing is too far out or too perverted if it will provide a sexual thrill. Frankly, these are the hedonists, the devotees of pleasure and there are many of them at work in our culture these days and more being developed every day. Many will say that they are being honest and enjoying the pleasures that their bodies and their glands can provide and they consider this only sensible. Others do precisely the same thing and simply keep quiet about it."
Those who become interested in extreme sensuality inevitably encounter the pleasure-pain syndrome and many who never supposed that they could even consider such an experience become willing prisoners to this practice, either as an aggressive, or a passive or both. The aggressive is usually the individual who wields the paddle or the whip, and the passive is the individual who accepts the abuses, and both operate with extreme passionate pleasures, each aware of the needs of the other.
These relationships begin very often in innocence. And, there are many youngsters who go into foster homes and are forced to endure corporal punishment, and discover that they like it, that it turns them on sexually and induces sensual pleasures of exceptional intensity and orgasms of indescribable magnitude and pleasure.
There have been many books written attempting to explain what happens to an individual who is spanked, or whipped. Perhaps, one of the more comprehensible volumes dealing with this subject is "The Spankers," (Venice Publishing Co.,) written by Dr. Harvey Leathern, M.D., a practicing psychiatrist, writing with Hugh Jones. It is Doctor Leathern's belief, that a certain amount of mental conditioning is necessary if one is to enjoy the harsh contact with paddle or strap and this is very easily possible. Probably because the large gluteal muscles of the buttocks are so closely connected with the entire sexual apparatus in both sexes, immediate physical repercussions can be expected.
Explaining this phenomonon, Doctor Leathern points out that when the soft flesh of the buttocks is struck, an immediate rush of warm blood to the area struck takes place and this is quite an erotic sensation in itself. As the damaged or abused areas is extended, the sexual stimulation is increased. The buttocks of the female are particularly receptive to sexual response, the rush of blood that a brisk smack will bring to them is enough to stimulate and intense sexual reaction. The nearness of the buttocks to the vaginal opening contributes greatly to this erotic reaction.
The male, too is highly responsive to spanking or whipping. In his case, the proximity of the buttocks to the scrotum and the penis is an important factor in the spanking-cause erection. Blood rushing to the spanked bottom causes the male sexual organs to swell, as they do in preparation for an orgasm. When this happens the orgasm can be brought on at will by the spanker.
Another anatomical element in sexual response to spanking is the fact that the anal opening shares some muscles with the perineum, a very erotic zone between the anus and the genitalia. It is apparent that this entire area will undoubtedly be spanked also and for many, this produces excruciating pleasures and orgasms of exaggerated beauty and magnitude. In time, as the participants in this little game become more proficient and understanding, the genitals will be struck and this will induce intense sexual responses, and for some, exceptional sexual ecstasies. Yet, rarely are the genitals damaged, only stung and stimulated to an unusual degree. And, when the spanker or whipper becomes more and more skilled in the usages of paddle or strap or whip, the degree of sensual thrills they can induce are inconceivable to those who have never tried this sort of sexual activity. It should be stated, here, however, that while Doctor Leathern points out that spanking and corporal punishment can induce sexual thrills in most everyone, only a percentage of persons are actually responsive on a level that makes it all worth while.
The foregoing explanation might be helpful in contemplating the case history of Judith B. When she was fifteen she was placed in a foster home. She was the pretty blonde daughter of a couple who both worked and were rarely home. Judith was often alone and she became a compulsive masturbator and she blames this for her failure to get good grades in school. When her school counselor began taking an interest in Judith it was learned, that her parents were heavy drinkers and that she was too often alone. When the authorities suggested a foster home for Jidith, her parents were quick to agree.
Judith was sent to live with a young couple who had a very pretty little house in the suburbs and she would have a foster-mother who stayed home and took care of things.
"Alice was probably one of the prettiest young women I had ever met,"' Judith says. "The day I arrived at her house she came to the door wearing a soft white blouse and a pair of tight capri pants and I could see that she had a beautiful body. She had soft brown hair and brown eyes and a slow, sweet smile that sort of increased in intensity as she used it. She was extremely pretty and she took me into her arms and she kissed me. She told me that I was very pretty and much more grown up than she had imagined. She was looking at my chest and she could see my big boobs pushing against the sweater. I had soft round hips and I knew my butt was real cute so I was very pleased that she thought me pretty. I went into the house with her and I couldn't help telling her that I thought that she was beautiful. The lady from the probation department who had brought me, laughed and said that we sounded like a mutual admiration society. She thought that that was just wonderful. She stayed and visited with us a while and then she took off and Lisha, which was what my new mother was called, took me to my room and she helped me unpack. When she saw my crummy clothes, she smiled and said that we would get me some new things. She was very interested in helping me with my school work and she hoped that with a good home environment, I would get good marks in school.
"Lisha helped me get settled into my new home and then I began helping her with her work. She had to get dinner for us and Wally, her husband who worked as an engineer. I had met both of them before, when we ironed out the details of my going to live with them and I liked Wally. He wasn't very tall and he was beginning to lose his hair but he was still in his twenties, so he was young enough to be good company.
"I have always been shy and very docile and Lisha said that she liked that in me, she just couldn't stand forward, brassy kids. I think that began to love Lisha right away. And I did everything that I could to please her, but after a while, Lisha began getting annoyed with me. She said that I would do stupid things, and I guess that she was right. She said that a glass wasn't safe around me. I kept dropping them and I would break dishes and Lisha finally told me that she thought I might be doing it on purpose.
"I was going to school, but my accomplishments were not the greatest and Lisha had to go to school to talk to a couple of my teachers and when she returned home, she said that she was going to try to help me.
"You'd think that after moving into a nice home I had with Lisha and Wally that I'd try to be a much better girl, but, I didn't. Instead of trying to curb my masturabatory tendencies, I just got worse. I couldn't help myself. One afternoon when I was home, I guess it must have been a Saturday, Lisha was going downtown and when she got ready to leave, she looked so beautiful, so well groomed, I was very much affected just by looking at her, and when she was gone I went into the bathroom and nearly drove myself out of my skull with masturbation. I kept seeing her long, lovely legs in the high heels and sheery nylons, the roundness of her hips and her bottom and the sharply defined curves of her breasts, in spite of the tight bodice of her pretty dress. It never occurred to me to wonder why I would think of her instead of Wally while I turned all my switches on and really popped myself. I just never thought about anything.
"Lisha did try to help me with my homework but she said that I was dense. And, I kept on dropping and breaking things in the kitchen and one night, when Lisha was exasperated because I had broken a fancy plate, she really told me what to expect.
"'Judith,' she said, angrily, 'things just can't go on like this. I've tried everything I know, and still you are a stupid clod. That makes me angry because I know that you are not stupid and you are certainly not a clod. You are a very beautiful young girl and I can't imagine why you don't function properly. Now, the next time you do something stupid, I'm going to lay you across my lap and I am going to give you the spanking of your life. Maybe that will do some good. I don't know, but I will certainly try it."
"She turned around and went out of the kitchen. Wally was in the living room and she went to be with him. I stood at the sink and I was trembling and I don't know why. When she had threatened to spank me a certain feeling had shot through my body and I was suddenly so sexually stimulated I was actually having an orgasm in my pants. I ran into the bathroom and I began petting myself furiously and it took me a long time to get myself calm enough to function properly. When I went back into the kitchen, Lisha came in to see me and she was all upset because she thought that she had made me cry. She hadn't but when she took me into her arms and she held me, it felt awfully nice and I liked being held by her. She kissed my cheek and that felt nice, then she kissed me on the lips and that was like being touched by a live wire. It shook me up and when I looked at Lisha I saw that she was very white and she was trembling. She stepped away from me and then she turned and ran into her bedroom and I thought that she was crying.
"The following Saturday morning, I got into real trouble with Lisha and I got my first spanking. Lisha and I were home alone and doing the housework. Wally was working and would be gone all day. Lisha sent me into the bathroom and I had to clean it up. She had left a bottle of her cologne on the ledge of one of the windows, and the first thing I did was knock it off of the ledge. It crashed into the washbowl and broke and the cologne went down the drain. Lisha came tearing into the bathroom and when she saw what I had done, she was so angry she was white.
"That does it,' she said, almost grinding out the words. 'You come into the bedroom. Now."
"I was shaking and I was scared and I didn't know what to do. I didn't even think of disobeying Lisha, and I felt my buttocks twitching and it felt like they were already burning and no one had even touched me. I was wearing an old skirt and a worn blouse and I found myself wishing that I had my jeans on because I knew that Lisha was going to spank me and I was afraid of getting hurt. Or something. I didn't really know what I was afraid of, but I was scared. While I hesitated in the bathroom, Lisha's voice told me to hurry or I would just make things worse.
"When I went into Lisha's bedroom I could see that she was very much upset. She was very white still and she was trembling. She was wearing an old skirt and a halter and even in that getup she looked beautiful. I looked at her and I started to cry. She shook her head and told me that tears wouldn't help me, not one bit. She went to her closet and she got out a thick leather strap. It had been some sort of belt, I think. It was about two inches wide and it was thick, like the straps they use to sharpen razors on. She held it in her hand and it dangled almost a couple of feet. She looked at me and her eyes were shiny and sort of mixed up.
"'I bought this,' she said, 'when I knew that I would have to start spanking you to straighten you out. Now, come over here and get across my knees and take your spanking like a spartan."
"She sat down on a chair that was beside the bed and she made me lie across her legs. When she started to lift my skirt I protested and I got the first lick of the strap right across my cheeks and it hurt. It hurt something terrible and I stopped protesting about anything. Lisha flipped my skirt out of her way and then she pushed my panties down and I could feel the cool air on my warm butt. I heard her draw her breath in sharply as she looked at my naked bottom and then she rubbed her soft palm over my buttocks like she really enjoyed caressing them. Then she raised the strap and she hit me again and I let out a shriek and she struck again and then again and I began to feel the warm, tingling sensations expanding all through my hips and my buttocks and in between my legs. It was like a tide that gradually reached new areas of sensation and as she kept on strapping my bottom it began to feel unbelievably nice and then I was feeling the same kind of sensations that I would feel when I was making it with my hand and as she continued to hit me, the sensations just got nicer and nicer and then they were wilder and I could hear myself moaning and whimpering and I kept pleading with-her and I could hear myself saying, 'Harder, harder, oh, please, do it harder."
"She sure obliged me. She began laying the strap on with a fury that quickly turned my whole midsection into blistering and blazing flame and then something happened to me, that is hard to describe. My whole body began shaking and quivering and I almost lost consciousness, but I didn't. But the most marvelous erotic sensation went all through my body and it felt like my sexual parts were pushing themselves inside out and I knew that I was having a monumental orgasm. I could feel my own fluids running down my thighs and I lost all control of myself. The orgasm was so intense it affected my kidneys and I peed all over myself and the carpeting and then I slid down onto the floor and I rolled and writhed like someone having a fit and I guess that I was having a fit. I opened my eyes and I saw that Lisha was on the floor and her face looked like the face of a stranger. She was trying to make sounds with her mouth and she couldn't. She gave up trying to speak and then I felt the wetness of her mouth between my legs and her tongue was sliding up inside of me and instead of calming down a bit, my sexual orgasms became even more intense and I drifted off into a state where I was conscious only of excruciating bliss. Her mouth was draining me of all my strength and it felt so wonderful, so beautiful, so very right. It was the most wonderful experience I had ever felt and I didn't want it to end, not ever. I was conscious enough to know that when Lisha's mouth began devouring my juices, I opened my legs wide so that she would have nothing to impede her. And then, as she began her loving labors, I just laid there, writhing and squirming in delicious agony.
"I have no idea how long it took for sanity and serenity to come to us. I became suddenly alert and I was conscious of a feeling of utter calm and peacefulness, a sense of well being so strong that I just stayed right where I was for a while, enjoying it. I was on the floor in Lisha's bedroom and I was alone. I sat up and then I realized that Lisha was in the bathroom. My crotch was tingling and I put my hand down there and separated the lips of my you-know-what and the whole area there was red and raw. I shifted on my bottom and I could feel twinges of pain from the savage spanking that I had gotten. I remembered enough of what had taken place to recall that Lisha had enjoyed spanking me very thoroughly. She got a real charge out of doing it to me. I smiled as I remembered the terrific charge I had gotten out of it, too.
"I was still sitting on the carpeting when Lisha came out of the bathroom. She had changed her clothes and she was wrapped in her bathrobe, a dark red silk gown that made her look very young and very pretty. She stood a few feet from me, looking down at me and she looked like she didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to say either. She spoke first.
"'I won't say I'm sorry,' she said. 'I had no idea that you were the way you are, or that I am the way I am. I had no idea."
"'It's all right,' I said. 'You know what happened to me. I'm not going to complain."
"She dropped down onto her knees in front of me and her arms went around me. She hugged me to her and she was trembling again. She put her mouth on my lips and she kissed me and it was a very passionate kiss. We clung to each other, kissing each other madly and shaking ourselves into a state of extreme excitement.
"She pushed herself away and she gave me her slow, gradual smile. She said that she was terrible and she had had no idea.
"'I couldn't help myself,' she said. 'I wanted to kiss your abused bottom and make it all better but instead I sucked your sexual parts just like any slut. I simply lost all sense of control. I couldn't help myself. Spanking you made me so aroused sexually, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know."
"She wasn't apologizing or anything like that. It was more like she was trying to understand herself. I could understand the way she was feeling. I didn't understand myself either. I shifted my legs to get up and I was showing her full range of my crotch and she shivered. She looked away hurriedly, too.
"'Don't,' she whimpered in a tiny voice. 'That gets me all worked up again and I want to do it some more to you."
"'I want you to do it some more,' I said, kissing her right on the mouth. 'I loved every second of it, and when you spanked me, nothing ever turned me on like that. Didn't you know?'
"She nodded and then we were clinging together and after a moment or two, she helped me to get up onto my feet. She began helping me off with my clothes and when I was naked, she put her hands on my breasts and her touch was exciting.
"'You are so pretty,' she breathed, 'and so young."
"I reached out and undid her robe and she let me do it. Her eyes were watching mine as I inspected her large firm breasts and the soft down that shielded her mound. I slid my fingers between her legs and as I touched her clit, she moaned and she had to lean and cling to me for strength. I felt the quick pulsations in her sexual flesh and then I felt the thick moisture in my hand and she was shaking and enjoying everything that I did to her. I kissed her on the lips and I asked her if she would like me to make love to her. She nodded and then we got her robe off and she had a beautiful body, firm and voluptuous and when she opened her thighs, her genitals were small and tiny, almost like a child's. She settled back onto her bed and I got up there with her and when her mouth slid over my genitals, mine captured hers and we began a slow, and gentle sixty-nine that grew and grew until we were both heaving, writhing wretches torn and twisted by exceptional ecstasies all induced by the other's tongue. I think we must have worked on each other for hours because it was well after noon time when we finally exhausted each other and quit, more or less by mutual concent.
"We napped for a while, right there on her bed and when we woke, we showered together. Our bodies were covered with dried sweat and we didn't really smell very nice.
"We got dressed in shorts and halters and then we had some lunch. A new closeness had developed between us and we were not only lovers, we were suddenly friends.
"'You are so damned dumb,' Lisha said to me at lunch. She was smiling. 'I'm afraid that I will have to whip you or spank you often. You know that, don't you?'
"'Three times a day would be about right,' I said, matching her smile. 'You have no idea how I love being spanked."
"'Yes, I do,' she said. 'I saw what it did to you. You have no idea what spanking you does to me. It turns everything on and I have orgasms like crazy and they are all big ones. Oh, I have a marvelous time. I had no idea that spanking someone could be such a crazy experience."
"'From now on,' I said flippantly, 'you be my guest."
"'Oh, I will,' Lisha said, smiling brightly. 'I most certainly will."
"We spent the rest of that afternoon making love to each other, but in a nice, lazy way. It was a case of Lisha getting acquainted with my sexual parts and their responses and me doing the same with her genitals. We discovered much about each other and in between times we did a lot of talking. Lisha told me that she had always known that she was depraved. She and Wally were both probably oversexed because they liked sex, all of it. She liked to take his sexual organ into her mouth and she liked it best when he would expel his nectar and she could enjoy that. But, she said that she and Wally would often spend hours gently sucking and licking each other's genitals just so they could have fun. She liked it when Wally put his organ into her vagina and she liked it just as much when he put it into her anus. She said that she was an all around camper and she was wild about sex. And, now that she had discovered what abusing a pretty young girl could do for her, I had a miserable future. We were kissing each other, sweetly, hotly, when she said that, so neither of us paid it too much attention.
"But, she meant it. She took me on shopping trips with her and she purchased all sorts of whips and straps and each day when we were alone, she tried them out on me I loved it. I had some truly wonderful times when she used that sort of equipment on me. And, Lisha was very studious about things. She got books about sex and flaggellation and spanking and she tried everything out with me and I'm afraid I was as bad as she was, because I really enjoyed it all. She bought some special bras for me, ones where she could cut out the tips and when I wore them, she would pull my nipples and the rosettes through the bra and that way she could whip just the most sensitive parts. Oh, she got so that she had special whips for abusing my breasts and she would make me endure excruciating orgasms and ecstasies and then when I was again ready to experience more erotic joy, she would begin whipping, or strapping my bottom. She would use the wide thick strap to turn my bottom into a red, glowing area of exquisite agony, then she would stroke the backs of my thighs and then my inner thighs and when she was ready, she would make me turn over onto my back. I would have to draw my knees up under my chin and spread them far apart while she used a tiny whip on my genitals and a little of that put me into orbit and my whole insides poured out, but I enjoyed unbelievable erotic pleasures while the long, drawn out series of orgasms had their way with me. Naturally, before I was able to enjoy the fantastic joys that Lisha could give to me, I had to make love to her and let her make love to me, too. When she had had enough for a while, we would rest and smoke, perhaps while she regained her strength and then she would begin abusing me, and insulting me and she would make me angry and herself angry and then she would begin the program of corporal punishment that did so much for both of us.
"Wally had no idea of what was the true relationship between Lisha and me, but he did say one night, that he was glad that we had gotten to be such good friends. I liked Wally. I liked him very much and I know that he liked me, too.
"As time passed, Lisha got more and more demanding and exacting with me. She would use the slightest excuse for beating me, because she admitted that she had such beautiful climaxes when she was doing it, and I got so that I didn't mind. It was not at all unusual for us to go downtown shopping and when we'd get inside the house, Lisha would tell me quite calmly, to go into my room and get undressed, she was going to discipline me. I never protested, because if I did, she would make my life miserable. Not by whipping me, because the more of that I got the better I liked it, but she would make me do all the housework and not help me, or make me do many humiliating little chores. When they were of a sexual nature, I must confess that I enjoyed them. And, she sure had a few of them.
"It got so that, in the mornings, I would have to get up and fix her some coffee and then take it to her in bed. Wally, of course, would be long gone. While Lisha was having her morning cigarette, I would have to get a clear glass vase that had a special purpose in our household. Lisha would make me hold it between her legs and she would empty her bladder into it. Then I would have to dispose of the contents in the bathroom and rinse out the vase and put it away until the next morning. When I was finished with that chore, Lisha would be ready for an hour of cunnilingus and if I gave her a really nice time, she would do me, and that was what I was after, of course. In the mornings, Lisha's vagina would be filled with Wally's semen because she would make him screw her before he went off to work and she knew that I loved to make love to her in the mornings. She knew, too, that I loved the taste of Wally and she said, one day, that maybe she would tell Wally what was going on and he could enjoy me, too. I was sure that she was fooling, and maybe she was, but she never did get the chance to tell Wally. He came home from work on Saturday afternoon and he walked right in on Lisha and me in the midst of a passionate sixty-nine. He didn't break out into a rash or raise hell. He simply sat down and watched us until we had both climaxed. Then he coughed and we both jumped up in startled wonder. He was sitting in the chair and he was smoking a cigarette.
"'How long has this been going on?' he asked. He didn't even seem the least bit angry. He was smiling and when I realized that he was staring at my naked breasts and my exposed pussy, I got so red in the face that my skin prickled. I tried to cover up but the bedclothes were on the floor. Lisha sat up and she was smiling, too. She reached for his cigarettes in his shirt pocket and she lit one and then she smiled at him as she put his cigaretes back into his shirt pocket again.
"'Wouldn't you like to join us, darling?' she asked, softly. 'Or, would you rather play the role of the outraged husband for a while? It's up to you, dear."
"'I couldn't be more pleased,' he said. 'I've had the hots for our dear little Judith ever since she got here. I had no idea she was so lovely with her clothes off, though."
"Lisha smiled at him. She told him to get undressed and join us on the battlefield. He lost no time in doing that. When he was nude I could see the immense prong of hard flesh jutting from his crotch and once he was on the bed with us, Lisha insisted-that I was going to learn how to make it work with my mouth. While I let Wally slide his sexual organ in and out of my mouth, the two of them kissed and hugged and when he erupted in my mouth I got so excited I didn't know what to do and then there wasn't anything to do because I had swallowed his fluids and I was very earnestly trying for more.
"That was a wonderful afternoon and Wally and I got to be very good friends. He took turns screwing each of us and after he had done that for us, we had us a very nice sixty-nine while he rested up. Then he would have to do the other girl and all in all, we kept him very busy.
"The next day was Sunday and Lisha told him all about me and the whips and how beautifully I reacted to that type of sexual fun. He wanted to watch and he did watch. But, he reacted as Lisha did. Seeing a pretty girl get a whipping really turned him on and no matter how many times we used our mouths to exhaust him, he still kept coming back again, ready and willing and more than able. It was quite obvious that watching what Lisha did to me was a very powerful aphrodisiac and turned him on but good.
"I grew up with Wally and Lisha and I have always been happy with them. One of the most amazing results of our heavy program of sexual fun and games was the fact that my school work began to improve and I turned into a B average student. We had a lot of laughs about that. Wally said that once I didn't have to hunger after sex, I could get my mind into other things and I guess that he was right. My life with Lisha and Wally has always been happy and in spite of the abuses she has heaped upon me over the years, I've always enjoyed the things that she did and she knows it.
"I have to be very grateful to Lisha for something else, too.
"She introduced me to her brother, Nick and he and I became very good friends. Nick is the horniest guy I have ever met and I was not surprised to find that he has always been utterly depraved. He and I have had lots of fun and one of these days it would not be too surprising to me if we got married. Nick wants to get married, but I don't know.
"I don't think that I could get along without the wild and voluptuous thrills that Lisha gives me with the whips and then too, I have gotten to liking sucking Wally whenever I can, and Lisha too, so I have to be very sure that I won't lose the life that I have and enjoy in order to get married.
"Lisha is very much in favor of us getting married and she assures me most definitely that Nick is a mean bastard and would take great pleasure in whipping me as capably, better maybe, than she does, but I'm afraid to take the chance.
"Of course, I do the same things with Nick that I do with Wally. Nick just doesn't know about Wally and the things that we do inside my little foster home. Maybe one day I'll tell him. Lisha thinks that I should, and then if he still wants to marry me, we could go right ahead and do it. I'm afraid though, and I know why. No matter what I told Nick, it wouldn't make a difference.
"He would still want to marry me."
7
Illicit sexual relationships and excessive sexuality do not require a special climate in which to develop or prosper, the authorities say. The idea that a foster home is a breeding place for sexual acts or seductions is very far from the truth. It does happen in some instances, as has already been reported.
But, incest and homosexuality can begin and prosper in any home and it usually does. Very often a young person's sexuality is explored and amplified within the confines of their own home. Naturally, such an affair is presumed to be incestuous and there is a tendency to frown on such practices. But, many of the sociologists who are busy with today's morals and problems are encountering situations that often beggar belief. Their lament is that nobody cares. One sociologist recently stated that a very pretty young girl with whom he had to deal, offered to suck him off for a dollar.
She told him that she usually got a quarter for a blow job but he had more money than most of her usual customers and if he gave her a buck she would make it last a long, long time, or if he wanted her to, she would pop him twice. The scandulous thing that impressed the social worker was that the girl was nine years old. He walked away from her, aware that there was nothing that he could do about her or her activities. If he tried to tell his superiors or other authorities, the girl would simply deny that she had ever said anything. And, the possibility of having her watched was not practical. There is a dangerous shortage of law enforcement officers already. And, if the girl were caught in the act of performing fellatio, what could be done to her? The whole situation was hopeless, the sociologist decided. And, that is very-often the attitude that many people in social work have to take.
And for reasons of practicality.
There simply aren't that many professional people to go around and there is a growing belief on the part of knowledgeable social workers that those who are committed to sensuality and sex are not going to be disuaded or thwarted. They are going to manage to do as they please one way or the other. Unfortunately, this is what usually happens.
Very often, an illicit sexual relationship has begun and continued for a long time in a young person's natural home and when a foster home is required, the relationship simply continues. When such young people are placed in the custody of those who are as over-endowed with sensuality as the youngsters an explosive situation has been set up.
John and Julius were only two years apart and they resided with their mother. She worked as a waitress to raise her two boys and they were very much alone too often, probably. When they were eight and ten, respectively, they began taking an interest in their genitalia and then they began a homosexual relationship.
"We had no idea that we were doing anything that was really bad," John says. "I liked fondling Julie's parts and I liked it when he handled mine. We couldn't really do very much at that age, but we could experience delicious sensations when we'd suck each other, and as we grew older the nice feelings that we could make each other feel just got better and better.
"We always slept together in the same bed and after we were in bed at night we would play with each other and we enjoyed it so much we just never did stop. Our mother worked and while she did her best to take care of us, she never even suspected, I'm sure, what we were doing.
"As we got older, things began to change. We discovered that when we'd suck each other, we would have a nice little orgasm and we would suck stuff out of the cock that we had in our mouth. And we both liked that and just couldn't get enough of it. So we were always sucking each other every chance that we got.
"When I was thirteen and Julie was fifteen, our mother died. And that left us all alone. The welfare people, or maybe the family services people took us and put us into a foster home while they tried to figure out what to do with us.
"It worked out that we had an aunt and uncle that we didn't know very much about. They lived in a community about fifty miles away and they came to see us one day in the foster home. Our Aunt Jennie, was a real pretty girl and she seemed to be very young. Herbie, her husband and our uncle, was young, too. He was our mother's brother and we liked him, but we were crazy about our Aunt Jennie. She was a kind of dark blonde and she had a nice figure and we liked her. She told us that she and Herbie had their own little home and if we wanted to come and live with them, we would be welcome. She would love to have us, she said.
"We decided right away that we were going to live with them and it was all arranged and we were all happy about our new home, me and Julie and our aunt and uncle.
"We liked their house when we arrived and we found that we were to have our own room and Jennie, which is what she wanted us to call her, had gotten bunk beds for us. We didn't like that too much because we were used to sleeping in the same bed and of course, sucking each other. Jennie asked us about the bed and Julie said that he couldn't sleep in a top bunk because he would worry about falling out. I said the same thing and Jennie told Herb that there was a double bed in the garage and if we all worked together, we could get rid of the bunk beds and set up the full sized bed. That's what we did and that night when Julie and I went to bed we had us a real party. We both got to come three times which was what we did when we had an especially good time of it.
"After that, we just settled down and started in to school and our life was very nice. Julie and I could sleep together in our big bed every night and suck each other until we got tired, or until we couldn't get anything more for a while. And, all of this time we were growing and our bodies were developing and Julie was pumping real jism, and he got sore lots of times because I wasn't able to give him very much. I remember the first night I really shot a load of semen. He was so happy you'd think he'd found a wonderful thing. Maybe he had. Anyway, after that we were both able to deliver semen and lots of it, so we began to really enjoy each other. We were quite shameless about it, too.
"We would go to bed at night after kissing Aunt Jennie good night and we would leave her and Uncle Herbie sitting in the living room watching TV. We were always very careful about locking our door and after we were finished with our playing, then one of us would get up and unlock the door. This one night, we forgot to lock the door and Jennie walked into our room and we were both caught with a cock in our mouth. Jennie had put the light on and that snapped us out of the nice little world we were in. We sprang apart and then we just looked at her. She had a stunned look on her face and she was looking at Julie's cock and then at mine and they were about the same size. She just shook her head slowly from side to side, then she turned around and went out. She closed the door behind her and we laid awake for hours, worried and wondering what was going to be done about us. Nothing was done right away.
"We got up and went off to school as usual in the morning. Aunt Jennie was still in bed and we were still very frightened, and I guess we were afraid that she would report us to the authorities and let them put us away. We talked it all over on the way to school and we decided that we didn't want to live anywhere except with Jennie and Herbie and if they wouldn't let us, no matter where they put us, we would run away. We would run away and no one would ever find us and Jennie and Herbie would be sorry that they didn't want us to live with them.
"We talked some on the way home from school and it was pretty much the same kind of talk. When we walked into the house we were expecting to see the police waiting for us. Instead, Jennie was sitting in the living room, smoking a cigarette and having a cup of coffee. She smiled at us and then she told us to go into the kitchen and get the sandwich and glass of milk she always had ready for us. She followed us into the kitchen, carrying her coffee with her When we sat down and started eating, she smiled and she looked so nice we didn't want to hear what she had to say to us, but there was no escaping.
"'I didn't tell your Uncle Herbie what I saw last night,' she said. 'I'm afraid that he would send you both away from me and I don't want that to happen unless it has to happen. I have decided to deal with the matter myself. I am going to punish you both and when I'm through with you, I don't think you will want to do what you were doing again. Not ever. Now, eat your snack, and then want you to come into my bedroom. You are both going to get soundly spanked, right on your bare bottoms and you are going to get spanked every day this week, right after you come home from school. Is that understood?'
"We both nodded. Frankly, to get spanked by Jennie was a treat, we figured. And she could wallop our tails till she was blue in the face if she wanted to, just so she didn't send us away. We were both horny enough to get a big kick out of taking our pants down and letting Jennie wallop our bare ass. She was so cute, we could get a big charge out of the whole thing. Julie looked at me and I looked at him and we both snickered. Jennie caught us and she smiled. She said she'd see if we were snickering after she got through giving us our spanking.
"She got up and went into her bedroom and we finished up and we followed her. I think we were both eager to expose ourselves in front of our pretty aunt because we were both hard and I think we had it figured that we would get a real charge out of showing our big stiff cocks to Jennie.
"We went into her bedroom and she was waiting for us. She had a home-made cat o' nine tails in her hands. It was a piece of broom handle and she had taped a lot of rawhide shoe laces around the end of it, then she had taped the rawhide laces together where they came off of the wooden handle. She flicked the whip and the laces flared out and I could see that she had tied knots in the ends of some of them. She smiled at me and I could see that she was very pleased with herself and she knew that we were not in the mood to snicker right then.
"She had a piano stool in the room and I couldn't imagine at first what she was going to do with that, but I found out very quickly. She made Julie get down on his hands and knees with his chest on the stool. She twisted the stool downward until she had it where she wanted it.
Julie's chest rested on the stool but that way, it thrust his behind out and that was what she wanted. She told him to get up and then she made me get into the same position and she didn't have to readjust the stool for me.
"Then she told us both to take our pants off and then our shorts, too. She said that we would be foolish to be embarrassed because she had seen everything we had the night before. We said nothing to that, we just got out of our clothes and we were both proud of the long, stiff cocks that we had laying straight up against our bellies. She stared at them and she seemed surprised.
"She told Julie that he was the oldest so he could be first. He had to kneel with his chest on the piano stool and his hands were locked together behind his back. I guess she didn't trust him to keep them like that because she took a thick cord and tied his hands. Then she bent down and her hands reached upward and pulled his stiff cock downwards. She tied a thick silk stocking around that, and then around his thighs and his dick was pointing straight down. She turned to look at me and she said that I could watch. She was going to whip Julie first, then it would be my turn and then we would both put our chests on her bed and she would whip us both together.
"Before she hit Julie, she went into the bathroom and then she spread a towel folded several times, beneath Julie's dick. I wondered if she thought he was going to pee. She didn't say anything to me, she just straightened up and then she brought the rawhide laces down across Julie's bare ass and he yelled like an Indian. She hit him again and again and each time he yelped, but his yells began to be not so loud and then he wasn't yelling at all and she was lashing him all over with the rawhide laces. She was stinging his balls and his meat and he was squirming and then all of a sudden he was spurting into the towel and he really came big. She didn't stop. She just kept on and on and I could tell from the way he was weaving his hips around and moaning that he was enjoying what she was doing to him and he was having himself a real ball. She seemed to know just how to keep his meat inflamed with the whips and every little once in a while she would lash him right between the legs, his meat and his balls and his whole crotch, and when she did that, he would shoot another load into the towel. After a while, it got so that he just kept dripping steadily into the towel and then he sort of went into convulsions and his chest fell off of the piano stool and still she kept after him, stinging him, with expert aim, right between his thighs and then he was spurting again and this time he was almost out of his head with excitement. She gave him one more lick with the whips and then she let him alone. She turned to look at me and her nostrils were flaring and her eyes were crazy. She told me that it was my turn and if I was good, I could have as nice a time as Julie was having. I looked at Julie writhing and rolling around on the floor while his dick spurted a little every now and then and I wondered if he was having a good time. I didn't argue with her. I bent over the piano stool and she tied my hands the way she had tied Julie's and then she began stinging my tail with the whips and I began to feel the deep erotic sensations and I realized very quickly that I was shooting into the towel but the ecstasies that I was feeling were just too wonderful to endure. At least, they were for me. I fainted and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Julie was sitting up and watching me. He looked like he was almost asleep, or very tired. I felt tired too. We were alone in the bedroom and I could not imagine where Jennie was. Julie said she was in the bathroom changing her clothes.
"'She really had herself a time,' he said. 'She gave it to you and you passed out but that didn't stop her, and it didn't even bother your cock. She whipped a half a dozen loads on you, but I woke up or came back to my senses while she was finishing you off and I could see that her capri pants were soaked at the crotch and halfway down her legs. She saw me looking at her there and she ran into the bathroom."
"Jennie came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, while I was still getting my brains unscrambled. Julie was smiling at Jennie. She was wearing a soft gray skirt and she had washed her face and fixed it. She looked very nice.
"'You satisfied now?' Julie asked her.
"Her face got real red and she gave Julie a dirty look, like she wished he wouldn't say things like what he was saying. He was grinning like he wasn't at all afraid of her. He pointed to the towel that had caught all of his loads and mine, too, and Jennie's eyes followed his pointing finger.
"'That was a waste,' he told her. 'A needless waste. You know it and so do I. We had a nice time, but how many times did you come?'
"I thought sure that Jennie would get angry at such a question. She didn't though. She shook her head kind of like she was dazed.
"'My God,' she said softly, 'it must have been a dozen."
"I thought so,' Julie said. 'Maybe we'd better talk things over, Aunt Jennie. Okay?'
"She nodded and she seemed to look to him to tell her what to say or do. And he seemed to know a lot about what he was saying. But, Julie was two years older than I and he was pretty well grown so he should know how to talk to a girl. That's what Jennie was then, not our aunt, not a grown up woman, just a girl who was very much surprised about the way things were going. My rear end was hurting but it was a nice feeling, and in spite of all that had happened with us, and in spite of all the discharges I had accomplished, the feelings that were in my bottom had me sexually aroused and I just didn't care what Jennie was liable to do to us.
"Julie got up onto his feet and he walked around, massaging his sore bottom and his red thighs. Jennie watched him and she finally began smiling. He matched her smile and she told him that she was going to keep right on punishing us, and Julie just nodded.
"She saw Julie wincing as he moved around and she told him that if we took a bath in hot water, the bath would get rid of the chaes and pains. And, if we wanted her to, she would massage our rear ends for us with some cold cream and after that we would be as good as new.
"We did the things that she told us to do and afterwards we took turns lying on the bed while she massaged our tender bottoms. When she was rubbing the cold cream into Julie's bare bottom, he turned over and she massaged his balls and his cock and she gave him a hard on doing it. He laid there while she wrapped her fingers around his dick and she began moving her hand up and down like she was going to jack him off, but then she stopped. She got a funny look on her face and Julie told her that she could suck it if she wanted to. She got awful red in the face and she didn't say anything, but she stopped fooling around with him. When it was my turn she gave me a hard on too, but I didn't say anything to her. After she was finished massaging me I felt fine and I didn't hurt anywhere any more. She told us to get dressed and we could help her in the kitchen. She had to get dinner ready.
"She went out of the room and then we could hear her rattling pots and pans in the kitchen. Julie waited for me to finish getting my clothes on and he told me that our Aunt Jennie was a real sex pot, she got even hotter than we did and if she kept on with her determination to punish us every day, it wouldn't be long before we would be having sex with her, because she was just crazy about the things that we had dangling between our legs and Julie was convinced that she would love to suck on both of us. Trouble with that was, that was what we liked to do, too.
"We helped her with supper as we always did and there was nothing said about sex any more. Herbie got home from work and after he had his shower we all sat down and ate our dinner, and it turned out to be a very quiet and serene evening.
"We got up and went off to school the next morning, and I had been wondering if we were going to see Jennie, but we didn't. She stayed in bed and we left for school and we talked about how nice things could be with Jennie. And, the night before we had gotten into bed and we just
, didn't bother fooling around the way we usually did. Julie said that maybe we were outgrowing our kid games. He and I started talking about what Jennie could do to us with the whips and there was no doubt about it, we both loved having her give us a whipping. And, I guess we both had that in our minds for most of the day.
"When we got home from school, Jennie was waiting for us. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter and high heeled shoes. She really looked gorgeous, like some of those pretty girls who get their pictures on the covers of magazines. She was smiling all over the place and she told us to have our after school snack and then go into her bedroom because we were going to be punished again. She followed us into the kitchen and she had a glass of milk while we were having our sandwich. She looked very happy and very pretty and she made me real horny just looking at her. She had beautiful legs and long thighs that were a creamy color and the skin was as smooth as could be. She caught me looking at her thighs and her crotch and I felt myself blushing when she saw where I was looking. What made it all the worse for me was that I had a big rail on from thinking about what she was going to do to us. Julie and I sat at the kitchen table and then we finished up and Julie stood up and he looked at me with a big smile and then the two of us started for Jennie's bedroom. She had a new idea, it seemed.
"'Go into your own room, boys,' she said. 'I will be right along and you can be dealt with there."
"We obeyed her and once we were in our own room, she came right along behind us. She stood in the doorway and her Smile was kind of sparkling.
"'I want you both to take your clothes off ," she said. 'Everything. I've been thinking about things and we are going to have a few changes in our little program. Strip, and then I'll explain."
"We began getting undressed and I could see that Julie was grinning and when I looked at him, he winked. Jennie went into her room and Julie spoke to me very softly.
"'She's so hot she's sick," he said. 'I think we are going to like today lots better than yesterday. She's drooling, and when I drool it's always because I want to suck. I'll bet she does, too."
"When he said that I almost popped, because I had gotten undressed and I had my big hard-on in my hand and it felt real nice.
"Jennie came back and she was carrying the piano stool and the whips in her hands. She looked sort of white and shaky. She put the stool down in a clear section of our room, just beside the bed and then she stood, like she was trying to think.
"'You forgot the towel,' Julie told her. She looked at him and her face seemed sort of puffy and her mouth was dribbling a little at the corners. She didn't answer Julie and he got real bold, I thought.
"'Course,' he said, smiling, 'if you were to empty our balls ahead of time, we wouldn't make no mess. You could do that real easy."
"Jennie looked like she was going to faint. She was staring at Julie like she hated him and loved him all at once. It was a real crazy look but he just smiled and waited.
"She tried to say something but her mouth wouldn't work right and she licked her lips and then she just stared at Julie and there was a pleading attitude about her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and he opened his legs real wide and his big hard-on looked even bigger than it was under the electric light.
'If you wanted to suck us,' Julie said, 'you could have fun and then when you gave us our whipping, we wouldn't pop off so often and waste our stuff."
"Jennie let out a sound that was like a deep, painful sob. She moved over and knelt all in one motion and then I sat beside Julie and watched as she began sucking him off. And, she was sure good at it. She was playing with his balls and she had him spurting in seconds, but he just loved it. The first time didn't count for them. She went right after another batch and he kept patting her sunken cheek and he was making funny little noise of pure contentment. She was on her knees in front of him and she was sliding her mouth up and down on his dick and he just put his hands down where her halter was and he pushed it out of the way. She had pretty tits, soft and white and real full. The nipples were a pale pink and the nests they sprang from were a pale pink, too. Julie began feeling them up and squeezing them and Jennie began moaning and her body sort of quivered and then twitched and it was plain that she sure loved what Julie was doing with his hands. He must have loved it, too, because he began shooting and she began swallowing and I thought he was never going to stop. Watching them got me so hot, I started coming and I spit all over myself because my cock was so hard it was tight against my belly and the underneath part of my chin got splashed and my chest and my thighs. The whole thing was a real mess. As it started to subside, the stuff came pushing out of my dick and dribbling down all over my balls on my thighs and I just sat there, too enthralled by the whole business to move.
"Jennie drained my brother Julie and then she lifted her head and she saw me. She began licking me everywhere, her tongue erasing the goo that had gotten all over me and then she was licking my balls and my thighs and she got every little speck. Then she slid her mouth over my dick and it felt like warm, soft tissue folding tightly around my dick and that was a wonderful sensation. Then she began using her tongue and she started sucking and I could feel that all the way to my toes. When she sucked, it was nothing like the way Julie did it. That was nice and I guess that I always did him nice, too, but she was an artist. She started sliding her mouth up and down and then she was doing something inside with her mouth and every time she slid her mouth out to the tip it felt like she was washing the head of my dick in a torrent of warm spit and I couldn't take much of that. I came like I was going to burst my whole insides apart. Even while I was filling up her mouth she kept on doing it like that and she made me come again even before I was finished with the first one. Julie was sitting beside me watching me and he was still playing with her tits. I began to wonder if he was supposed to make out better than me because he was a couple of years older.
"Jennie went right on with her sucking and when I began to whimper because she was hurting me, Julie held his stiff cock up in front of her and when she popped me after that, she made sure that she got it all, then she let me alone for a while and she went after Julie again. But he made her get up on the bed and up on her hands and knees and she was just too far out to object to anything that he asked of her. When she started in sucking him again, he told me to unbutton her shorts and take them down and then I could play with her parts to my heart's content. He said that she wouldn't have much to say about it. I did what he said and when I got her pants down, I sat and stared right into the deep, dark red valley between her buttocks and when I began fingering her, she began moving her hips from side to side and then her valley clenched tightly and drew way up into her body and then it was pushing itself in and out and she was dribbling stuff and I could tell that she was coming. Julie was gasping and squirming and he said that it was so nice for him then that he just couldn't stand it, but he did stand it and she popped him just like he had no control over himself. After she eased up a little on him and he could make sense, he told me that I could suck her if I wanted to, and it was supposed to be real nice and what a guy liked to do with a girl. I didn't know about that, but I knew that I wanted to do something desperately, only I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do. When Julie told me to suck her, I was very eager to do it, and as soon as I tasted the sexual juices of her body I was hooked forever. And as soon as I started using my tongue on her slit, and her hole and the little pimple that got her so wild, she really began having a nice time and so did I. After a while, she stopped sucking Julie and she twisted around and got her face across my balls and then she was really having a good time, because she had her slit in my mouth and she kept working it back and forth on my tongue and was going crazy with excitement and so was I.
"The funny part is that we didn't get a whipping that day at all. Jenny kept sucking us, taking us in turn and we both had plenty of chances to play with her sex and her tits and her ass and we really enjoyed ourselves. Julie told me that she was the kind that once they got started in on sex, you could do anything at all to them, and they'd never know. They were in a different world.
"We kept taking turns with Jennie, one of us feeding her cock while the other one sucked her and things just got to the stage where we were all worn out. Jennie finally collapsed on the bed and she laid quite still for about ten minutes. Then she got up and went off to the bathroom and Julie and I just sat and stared at each other, too dazed and sated for conversation. When Jennie came out of the bathroom she was stark naked and we both enjoyed watching her as she walked off toward her own room. We went into the bathroom and took showers and then we got dressed. Julie said he was a bit sorry that Jennie hadn't whipped us. It was real nice getting sucked and Jennie was real good at it, but the wild crazy thrills that we got from the whips and the ecstacies that we felt when she made us come that way were even nicer than what we had felt when she sucked us. Julie said maybe she had been starved for a guy's juice and after a while she would be able to do both.
"When we went into the kitchen, Jennie was her usual self. She was dressed in a cute little house dress and her face was all fixed and her hair was shining from the brushing she had given it. She smiled at us and then she told us what she wanted us to do to help her get supper. While we were doing our work, she asked us if we still wanted to live with her, knowing what she was really like. She smiled when we told her how we felt about things. She kissed us right on the mouth and then she said that she was very glad that we had come to live with her.
"That night, though, when we went to bed, she came into tuck us in and she sucked us both off, before she went out of our room and closed the door behind us. She was making sure that we didn't suck each other and get honey that she wanted for herself. In the morning, she woke us and she sucked us again before she sent us off to school. There was no pretense about things any more. Jennie was going to suck us every time she got the chance. And she was also going to use her whips on our bottoms and she sure did that. It got so that she didn't bother with the piano stool anymore.
"We got a routine developed after a while. As soon as we got home from school, we would go into our room and take our clothes off. Our after school snacks would be there on a tray and while we ate them, Jennie would suck us off, one at a time and then when she wore us out with that stuff, she would carry the try out to the kitchen and then we would have to kneel with our bellies on the bed and Jennie would give us our whipping, sometimes getting both bottoms with the same stroke.
"We developed lots of little variations in our games. After she had whipped us, Jennie would enjoy sucking one of us, while the other one sucked her, and then when she had exhausted the boy she sucked, she would be ready for the other one. She bought rubbers by the dozens and sometimes she would want us to screw her and she enjoyed that, too, just as much as anything else. "Our life with Jennie went on and it got to be even more fun as we got older, but Herbie never even guessed that our fondness for Jennie was anything other than the duitful affection two fine young boys would want to give to her.
"That's the way that we grew up. I've got to admit that Jennie has always been good to us and there isn't anything that she won't let us do to her. She says that she is a wild one, a real sex fiend, but she can't help it. She loves whipping us and that does more for her than anything else. And, we are fully aware that we have fun that way, too. I don't think that either Julie or I will get married, certainly not while Jennie is alive.
"After all, we could never find anyone nicer or more accomodating than Jennie and she has told us, laughingly, but serious too, that we'd better not try.
"She is all the woman we can handle. And she is quite right."
8
While it might appear that the foster home is a likely place for the development of illicit sex if the parties involved are so inclined, this need not be accepted as factual. Very often people who are sincerely interested in young people, offer them a good home and a wholesome environment in which to grow and the young people, already corrupt, simply continue in their old ways with the foster parents entirely unaware that the youngsters they have taken into their home are not as good as they pretend.
This is a situation that is much more common than might be supposed, and unless the girl gets herself pregnant, or the boy's activities are discovered by the authorites, depending on which case it might be, there is every possibility that the youngsters can go right on getting away with murder. They have simply shifted their base of operations. Many of the people in social work are fully aware that the pretty young maiden that always seems to be in trouble of one kind or another may very well be a little sex fiend, as corrupt and perverted as any hardened prostitute. But, as they repeat so helplessly, there is little that they can do and when they suspect an illicit relationship all that they can do is ask the young people they suspect and they really don't expect to be told the truth.
Very often a family will take more than one young person into their home and sometimes this can be a healthy and wonderful situation, and then again, it might be something else again.
One sociologist, discussing the sexuality of today's teenagers and the fact that so many of them are devotedly interested in sex and sensuality, pointed out that the foster home can often be simply a base of operations for the young people who have been invited into it.
'Very often,' he points out, 'these kids are sexually corrupt and this is perhaps a factor that makes them run away, or get into trouble that other youngsters might not get into. Put a youngster into a home where the young parents are prepared to offer love and affection as their main offering, the kids are going to take full advantage. And, they do take advantage."
Investigation into this type of sexuality that can and does begin or prosper for youngsters in a foster home, shows that very often young people who have been-taken into a foster home carry on their usual activities without ever arousing the slightest suspicion on the part of their foster parents.
Lynn F. was sixteen when she was placed into a foster home where the parents were wealthy and eager to do some good for young people less fortunate than themselves. Lynn was a pretty young girl with a well developed body and she quickly became the darling of the couple who had taken her in. A honey blonde she was able to persuade her foster parents that she was a good girl at heart and had only needed a good home in order to straighten out.
Virgil G. was fifteen when he first met Lynn. He had lived with the people who took Lynn in for about a year and he was doing well in school and was quite happy and adjusted to his new home. Lynn moved in and changed all of that for him.
'You'd have to know Lynn,' he says, 'to understand how she could affect others. She had a sweet and gentle smile and she looked like she was the most innocent girl in the whole world. She was also pretty and our foster parents fell all over her. Our foster mother spent a lot of money on fancy and pretty clothes for Lynn and there was talk about getting her a driver's license so that she could have her own car. Our parents said that if she got good marks at the end of the school year, they would get her a car and her license. As soon as I was old enough, they promised that they would get me a car, too.
"Lynn and I didn't get along too well, at first. I think it was because everybody was making a big fuss over her and she was really strutting her stuff, just like she was a real live princess. And, lots of nights I'd lie in my bed in the room next to hers and I'd think of her young body and how nice it was and I'd beat myself half silly. That didn't make me like her any more than I did at first. Her room adjoined my room, well, not really, because there was a bathroom between and the bathroom opened into her room with one door and into mine with another. It was an inside bathroom designed just for use by the twin bedrooms. The thing about it is that lots of nights after we were in bed, I'd hear Lynn in the bathroom and I'd wonder what she was doing and one night I got out of bed and I knelt in front of the keyhole and I could look right into the bathroom. But, it was wasted effort. She was wearing her pajamas and I couldn't see anything and instead of sitting down on the toilet so I could see something she just started doing up her hair. That's all that she did. Then she put the light out and went back to her bed.
"I was doing a lot of thinking about Lynn and what I didn't know what that she was doing a lot of thinking about me, too. You see, I had no idea that while I would like awake for hours in my bed at night, thinking about Lynn and her glorious body and jerking myself off, she was lying in her bed thinking about me and jerking herself off, too. She was the one who decided to quit it and see if we couldn't work out something better for ourselves.
"This one afternoon I came home from school and Lynn was sitting on her bed and she had the door to her room wide open. The house was quiet and when I asked her where everybody was she said that our parents were downtown and were going to stay downtown late and take in a movie. Our mother had called and asked Lynn if she could fix something to eat for supper for both of us. She was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up under her chin and she had her head turned sideways to that she could look at me. It was a very sexy look and I was very is uncomfortable, a bit upset by the way she was staring at me.
"That leaves us home all alone, doesn't it?' she said, in a very seductive tone of voice. 'We could do anything that we wanted to do and no one would know the difference. Isn't that nice?'
"She laughed at my nervousness and then she crooked her finger at me and she was sort of stern and unyielding.
'Come over here, Virgil,' she said.
"I didn't know what she had in mind but I went over to stand beside her bed. She looked up at me and her smile was wicked.
'Virgil, dear,' she said, 'did you know that I lie awake in my bed night after night thinking how nice it would be if I had you in the bed with me? Do you ever think things like that? I mean about how nice it would be to have me in your bed?'
"She didn't wait for me to answer her. She could read the answer to that question in my face. She reached out and elapsed the bulge in my trousers and I almost fainted. She began rubbing my erection and she seemed to know all about boys and how they were made and what they liked. She smiled at my astonished look and her hand kept rubbing me in a sort of circular motion.
'You've got a lot of cock for a kid, Virgil,' she said.
"That kind of angered me. She wasn't really that much older than I was and she was really making me feel like she was doing me a big favor. No one had asked her to fool around.
'You're a kid, too,' I said. 'If I'm a kid, so are you."
"She laughed softly and then she took her hand away. She reached up and grasped my shirt. She pulled my head down to her and she kissed me on the lips. It was a blazing hot kiss and it nearly made me fall down. I felt my legs go soft and limp and I was sure that I couldn't stand up any more. I sat down abruptly anyway, but she kept on kissing me, clinging to me and using her tongue to rim my lips and then she was sliding it in and out of my mouth and I was shaking like a leaf. She pushed me away and she laughed again.
'Is that a little girl kiss?' she said. 'Is it?'
"I shook my head and I was all torn up inside and my balls were aching horribly. She put her palm against my nuts and she put a gentle pressure on me down there and then she kissed me again and it was another passionate kiss.
'Shall we stop torturing ourselves every night?' she asked, her mouth still against mine. 'We can have such fun, if you want to. Do you want to? Just nod your head and kiss me sweetly if you do."
"I nodded my head and I kissed her sweetly and then somehow she had my naked cock in her hand , it was outside my pants and she asked me if I wanted her to jerk me off or would I rather she sucked me. She said that she loved to suck cock.
"I was too shaken to even answer her and I'm sure that she knew it. She laughed again, deep in her throat and she got her mouth over my throbbing dick and as soon as she started moving her tongue around and sucking it, I came. I thought I would never stop shooting and she kept using her fingers around the base of my dick to keep squeezing more and more out of me. When she got all that she could, she slid her mouth up off of my cock and she sat still for a moment, her head bowed, her shoulders shivering like she had a chill. Then when that was over, she threw her head back and her hair bounced around and she grinned at me. She kissed me and she seemed very happy.
'I needed that,' she said fervently. 'You've no idea how badly I needed that."
"I didn't know how badly she had needed it but I did know how deeply I had enjoyed it. She was quite in charge of things then. She opened her legs and she put my hand on her thighs and then she showed me how to push her panties aside and get my fingers into the slippery creases of girl flesh and she began to moan and squirm around as soon as I began using my fingers in her flesh. She fell back onto the bed and she pushed my head down between her legs. She told me that I was suppose to lick it there with my tongue and she said that she would tell me exactly how to make love to her as we went along. While I was still uncertain about things, she whipped her pants off and then I was smelling the subtle odor of her sex and then I was tasting the thick, running juices that were in her twat and then I started going a little crazy with lusting eagerness for her fluids. She kept pulling at me and then she pushed me away and she was angry.
'Oh, you,' she said, in a tone of exasperation. 'You're so goddamned dumb. Bring that lovely stiff cock of yours up here and we can both suck."
"She helped me get squared away and I had my head down between her legs and she had her mouth up under mine and the two of us began sucking and licking each other's genitals just like a couple of wild animals. But, we had the most marvelous sensations and while I know that Lynn made me come lots of times I never did keep track and neither did she. She finally pushed me away but she said it was only for a while. We needed a rest, she said.
"We smoked cigarettes and she showed me everything. She said that she was going to get undressed and she suggested that I do the same because she wanted to get fucked. That's what she said.
'I'm a horny little bitch,' she told me, 'and it takes a lot of cock to cool me down. I hope that you can do it for me. I hope you can."
"I didn't know what to say to something like that. She was making it sound like satisfying her sexual needs was a big job, a contest maybe. She began handling my cock again and she was rubbing her thumb over the tip of it and it began exuding the fluid that comes out of it and she just kept it up and kept it up and then I knew that I was going to shoot all over her and I told her so. She smiled and put her mouth on it and she made it come immediately.
"She sat up again after she had emptied me and she opened her legs wide and then she began showing me all the parts of her cunt. The lips, the hole itself, and the little pimple or pea shaped hunk of flesh. She said that when I ran my tongue over her clit she almost went out of her skull. She asked me to put my face down there and lick it and tongue it, and when I did it for her, she really did go ape. She turned over onto her belly and she started crawling all over the bed and when she moved away from my mouth, she snarled at me, telling me to keep my mouth pressed tightly against her flesh. She was quite explicit.
'You keep sucking my cunt, no matter what I do. When a girl gets sucked nicely, she goes a little crazy. I can't help moving around, but you just stay right with me. You hear?'
"After that, no matter what she did or where she went, I managed to keep my mouth glued to her sensitive flesh and it was a sort of triumph for me to give her such excruciating pleasure that she couldn't stand it. She would move away and crawl all over the bed or the floor and I would keep my arms or my hands clasped around her thighs and that way, I-could go wherever she went and never miss a lick.
"Sometimes when she would come, she would just sit and shake and screech and her eyes would roll up into her head and it would look like she was going to have a fit, but she never did. When she had that kind of an orgasm she would love me and kiss me and tell me that I had made her very happy and because I had done her so nicely, she would suck me and keep sucking me until I told her that she could stop. And, I never told her. I couldn't keep my wits about me once she really started to put the pressure on. She could do things with her mouth and her tongue that would drive me straight up the walls and sometimes she would take hours before she would let me come and then at other times, she would keep me popping, trying to see how many orgasms she could force me into in a certain span of time.
"Lynn was sure right about being horny. She was always eager for sex. Sometimes we would sit in the living room while our parents were in the kitchen or elsewhere and she would have her hand on my cock and I would have my fingers buried in her little slit and we would keep working on each other until we were half crazy. Then when we went to bed, we would lock our doors and she would invite me into her room and then we would get started in a nice sixty nine, and we would both slippery with the juices that we had already started. Whenever I could get at Lynn's pussy after one of those times, she would be so hot she would keep pouring out her nectar and I would feast upon her flesh shamelessly.
"We had a sixty nine every night and we got together every time we got a chance. About a month after we started having fun with sex, Lynn got her car and her license and then she was never around much. She would get lots of telephone calls and the only times I would see her was after she came home. Maybe I'd be in my bed when she got home and she would come in and see me, and if she was in the mood we would have a nice, quick sixty nine, or maybe she would just want to blow me. But, we always did something.
"There was never any question about it, our new parents were extremely permissive and they never questioned us about anything. They wanted us to be happy and we certainly tried to be that way. We were both hung up on sex and we just never could get enough.
"We liked the weekends best of all because we would be home alone very often and then we wasted no time in enjoying each other. Lynn and I got into a few fights as time passed and she did more running around, because I knew that she was putting out for other guys and that upset me. She would come to my room after a hot date and then she would insist that we have us a nice sixty nine and she would be too sloppy, too filled with sexual juices and while I quarreled with her about what she was doing, I liked sucking her when she was swollen with someone else's semen. So, after a while I just stopped talking about it and so did she.
"I don't mean to suggest that we never varied our sexual patterns because we did. Many nights she would climb into my bed stark naked and she would want me to screw her up her rear end and she would lie flat on her belly, writhing sort of in a sensual ecstasy that she would induce just by thinking of what I would do to her. Then I would slide my penis into her vagina and it would be slushy with someone's discharge, and she would want a little regular screwing, then when she was ready, she would reach downward and spread her cheeks wide for me and I would slip it into her asshole and that would drive her frantic with a very special ecstasy.
"She would go wild with squirming and threshing around and she would have her mouth stuffed with a corner of the blankets so that her wild screechings didn't wake up the whole house. She really dug that back door bit. And, after she had begun to really feel my cock sliding in and out there, she would experience sensations so powerful that she would come steadily and eventually she would have the big one and that would always make her pass out. She said it was just too beautiful to endure, but she could always enjoy most of it before the building agonies or ecstacies finally pushed her over the edge.
"The first time she slipped into unconsciousness it frightened me, but she explained that it just meant that she had had a particularly nice time. In spite of the beautiful thrills that being sodomized gave her, she didn't want it all the time. She said that if she got it all the time then it wouldn't be such a treat for her, but I could tell when she was going to have to have it. She would start being nice to me and she would be real sweet and when she would come in at night to suck me for a while, she would be especially gentle and concerned about me having a nice time. When she began behaving like that I knew that in another day or two, she would want it up her rear end and I was always right.
"But, this one week, she sort of fooled me. She was so sweet to me all week I was sure that she was going to ask me for a special favor of some kind, but she didn't. She just came in to see me every night as usual and she would lie in my arms and we would neck. She loved to lie in my arms in the darkness and kiss me and love me and while we were doing that, I would be handling her breasts and she would be handling my balls and my dick and then we would both get steamed up and start in on a sixty nine that would last for hours, sometimes. I remember one night when we both fell asleep in my bed and when Lynn woke up in the morning in bed with me, she got so scared she almost flipped, but she adjusted easily and then she began blowing me. She was sucking me, knowing that I was close to coming when we heard our foster mother knocking on her door to awaken her. Lynn let her keep knocking until she took good care of me, then she bounced out of bed and went into her own room and opened the door for our mother. No one ever suspected a thing.
"Well, this one week when she was being so nice, I knew that she had something on her mind. She was away from home all the time now that she had her own car and in spite of our closeness I was sort of aware that she had outgrown me to a certain extent. She was a well developed young woman, with a woman's body and a woman's highly developed sexual responses. So, I didn't push her too much about things. I just enjoyed her whenever I could. But this one evening, she said that she wanted to talk to me. It was a Friday evening and our folks were getting dressed to go out nightclubbing, which they often did on a weekend. Lynn said that she had a date, but she would get home early. She didn't really like the creep she was going out with, she was just going out with him because he would spend money on her. She wanted us to have a talk right away because when she got home she would want to have fun with sex and not be bothered with anything else. We went into my room to talk and she told me what she had in her mind. She was quite honest with me and when our folks glanced into the room it looked like we were just talking about innocent things. But, we weren't.
'Virg,' she said, with a kind of funny little smile, 'I have a steady boyfriend that I have had for a long time. Even before I moved in here. His name is Johnny and he's a lot older than I am. I've been his girl for a long time, and I have hopes that one day he and I will marry. He's a very handsome man and I'm just crazy about him and he feels the same way about me."
"She was sort of breathless when she was talking about her friend and I couldn't imagine why she was telling me about him. She must have figured out what was going through my mind because she told me without me asking her. She smiled a little again as she explained.
'He wants to meet you, Virg,' she said. She was sort of begging me to say yes and I couldn't understand why.
'Have you told him about what we do?' I asked her:
'Sure,' she said, laughing a little. 'That's why he wants to meet you. Johnny is a sex maniac. He will do anything and he likes boys as well as girls. He wants to suck you off too. And under very special circumstances. I whip him and he wants to suck you while I whip him. He says that's a real ball. He's got lots of wonderful ideas. You should see what he and I do together. You name it, we do it. Johnny broke me in, Virg. And that was a long time ago. Now, will you come with me tomorrow and spend the day with us?'
"I told her that I would have to think it over. It sort of shook me to find out what she had been doing right along and I had to come to a decision about things. I was most concerned about how I would feel seeing some other guy fooling around with Lynn. She got up and went into her own room and she started getting out of her clothes so that she could dress for her date. She put her face into my doorway and she grinned.
'You think about it,' she whispered, 'and when I get to you tonight, you can let me know what you decide. But, Johnny and I both want you. We can have lots of fun."
"She closed her door then and I laid on my bed thinking it was all over. It bothered me that I had never suspected that Lynn might have someone else, yet, when I thought it all over, she had been well taught. She was an expert cocksucker, and she knew everything that there was to know about sex and she really knew how to get the utmost in sensual pleasures out of what she did and that takes practice. I didn't know whether I wanted to meet her Johnny or not. So far, he was just someone out in the world that she saw and I never did, and it bothered me that he liked boys. Then I began thinking about how many nights I had swallowed someone's honey as I sucked it from Lynn's twat and I knew that I liked that very much. I began to think about what it might be like to suck a guys cock and get it direct and that got me so excited and aroused I had to go into the bathroom and beat my meat. After that, I was able to think a bit more sensibly about going with Lynn to meet her Johnny. It stood to reason that if he liked to suck a guy off, he would certainly like it if a guy did it to him and I knew that I wanted to try that. I fell asleep lying on my bed and when I woke up, I was all alone in the house and it was almost time for the late news. My folks had left the TV on when they left so I went out into the living room and I watched that for a while. I was almost asleep in the big chair when Lynn came in and I could see that she was all steamed up. She came over to kiss me, sweetly, excitedly and then she wanted me to come to bed right away. She sid that her date had gotten her hot fingering her and she wanted something done about it right away.
"We went to bed and as soon as she climbed in with me, I told her that I had decided that I would go with her the following day and meet her boyfriend. She wasn't at all surprised. She was kissing me and sucking my lips and it was a very sexy thing and it got me excited right away. She had lots of little tricks like that and she just whispered when I told her I would go.
'Of course,' she said. 'Johnny will be nice to you and we'll have lots more fun."
"She slid down in the bed then and she went after what she wanted and I went after what I wanted and we really had ourselves a really wild time and I guess it was because we were both thinking about the following day. And she was sure right about her date getting her hot. She was sopping wet between her legs but she had not gotten fucked because her vagina was as usual. And I had become an expert about such things.
"In the morning, Lynn was especially sweet to our mother. Our foster father was still in the sack and they both had hangovers. Lynn said that she was going on a picnic with some of her friends and she had invited me to go along. My foster mother thought that that was so sweet and generous of Lynn and she gave us both a sort of lopsided kiss on the cheek and then we were off in Lynn's car. She was full of smiles and very pleased by the ease with which we had gotten the whole day to ourselves.
"She drove for quite a while, explaining that Johnny had a house that was in the suburbs. He lived alone and he had a few friends and he didn't encourage visitors.
'I made him do that,' she said. 'When we are having fun I don't like someone ringing the damned doorbell, so Johnny doesn't have visitors."
"We drove for quite a while and I kept looking at her pretty legs and in spite of the fact that I knew them as well as my own I had a hard-on all the while. I told her about it and she just giggled. She said that if it wasn't broad daylight and early morning at that, she would park and fix it right away. She was so pretty and she looked so young and cute just hearing her say that almost made me pop, but it didn't. And a few minutes later she pulled into a garage and stopped the car. Johnny lived in the house in front of the garage and Lynn got out and led the way into the house. Her Johnny was still in bed. She had a key to the house and she got the door open and we went inside. She knew the house and we went into her boyfriend's bedroom and he was sitting up in the bed, a cup of coffee steaming beside him on the night table and a cigarette smoldering in his hand. He was a blonde haired guy with muscles and he had a nice smile. I liked him right away. He was about thirty-five years old and that surprised me. I knew that Lynn had said that he was an older man, but she was only sixteen and she had no business with a guy his age. It didn't seem to bother them. She went over to the bed and she bent over and she kissed him, hotly, wetly and he slipped his hand under her skirt and she wriggled her ass and I could see that she sure loved it.
"She backed away and he said hello to me and then he pushed the bedcovers down and he was naked. He had a hell of a big dong and it was standing straight up. He glanced at me and he smiled.
'I got so hot waiting for you kids,' he said, 'I almost gave myself a hand job. Lynn, baby, show Virgil how nicely you can soften it up again.
"He was watching me as he started pumping his fist up and down on his big cock. Lynn didn't fool around. She climbed onto the bed and she went right down on it, and he began patting her sleek rump while she sucked him. He began squirming around and he began talking to me.
'I taught Lynn how to suck cock,' he said, smiling. 'You should thank me, because she is sure good at it. Wouldn't you agree?'
"I sat down in the nearest chair and I was too excited to talk. I just nodded my head and Johnny laughed. He told Lynn not to pop him too quickly because he had something truly delightful in mind. He crooked his finger at me and I went over to him. He took my cock out and he kissed its tip and he told me I had a real beauty, no wonder I could keep Lynn so happy. Then he turned his head sideways and he put his mouth over my dick. He used his hands to drop my pants and then he began playing with my balls and I got so stimulated I couldn't help myself. I came right in his mouth and that made him come too, and Lynn was swallowing and so was he and it seemed that everybody was happy. He began settling down in the bed and then he really began sucking me and for a long time I could hardly stand. But, I did and when he finally let me come the second time, he took his mouth away and he sighed like he had just had a very nice experience. Lynn was devouring another load and when she finally was finished with that, she stopped arid his cock wilted right away. Johnny reached for her and he kissed her. Then he told her to get undressed and we would have some fun.
"Lynn was very comfortable around him when she was naked, but that was understandable. They had been playing games for along time.
Johnny said that he was going to get some fresh coffee and sort of recuperate, and while he was doing that he told Lynn that she could show me all of their toys if she wanted to. She got a big smile on her face and she started opening his bureau drawers. I had never seen a dildo before and they had several that were different sizes and Lynn explained what they used them for. Johnny would sodomize her with them and she would do as much for him. She showed me a whole collection of whips and straps and thongs and she explained that Johnny loved having a pretty girl whip him and sodomize him and abuse him. That really raced his engines. She opened his closet and then she showed me several costumes that she said she wore when she was whipping Johnny. One of them was black, shiny, leather and the others were silk. There were all sorts of boots in the closet and Lynn just laughed at my surprise. She said that I would get to see everything that they did during the day. And we would stay and have some dinner with Johnny and she would call home and say that we were going to a late movie so we had lots of time to have fun.
"While Lynn was showing me all of the stuff that they had, Johnny came back into the bedroom with his fresh cup of coffee. He asked if we wanted some. I did and he said that he would get me some. He went over to Lynn and he kissed her and then he suggested that she put on one of her costumes, the one he liked best and then she could give him what he liked best and I could watch.
"That seemed to delight Lynn. She went into the closet and then she went into the bathroom carrying the leather garments. She also had a pair of sleek, shiny boots in her hands and I could see the high spiked heels and there was something real sexy about those boots. Johnny took me into the kitchen with hm and he poured me some coffee and while I was drinking it, he began playing with my dick and it got hard real quick. He asked me smiling, if I liked it when he played with me and if I had enjoyed it when he blew me. I had to admit that I had liked it very much. There wasn't any point in lying. He was sitting there with a big hard on, too and when he took my hand and put it on his cock, I didn't pull away. I kind of wanted to handle another guy's penis, just to see what it was like. I began pumping my hand up and down on his dick and he was really enjoying it. He asked me if I wouldn't like to kiss it, and I did want to. You know what happened next. I began kissing his dick and then he was rubbing it against my lips and then I had it inside my mouth and he was slowly easing it in and out and then it came and I lost my head and that was that. When he told me I could stop he laughed and said that I had done it very nicely and with a little practice I could be as good a cocksucker as my pretty sister. He suggested that I finish my coffee and I did, and all the while I was drinking it, my face was prickling with embarrassment because I had really loved blowing him and I knew that he could tell that I did.
"While we were sitting there at the kitchen table, we heard some sharp sounds like someone firing a gun in the room. I looked at Johnny and his face was sort of pale and sweating and then he just got up and walked away from me. He headed for his bedroom and I got up and went with him. He was moving and acting like someone in a trance. And, I could still hear the loud popping sounds and they were coming from Johnny's bedroom.
"When I walked into his bedroom behind him, I got quite a shock. Lynn was snapping a big black whip and that was what was making the popping sounds. But, she sure looked very different from the girl I knew. She was astonishingly beautiful set in a style that I had never seen. She had eye shadow on her eyes and they were fantastically beautiful, and she had bright red lipstick on her mouth. She looked much older and much more stern than she was.
"Her costume was hardly a costume at all. There was a shelf like cup under each breast that just lent it a bit of support, and hid nothing. The black leather corset pinched her waist and made her bare hips and bottom flare outward. Her pussy was all bare and so was everything below her belly button practically. The shiny boots made her legs unbelievebably gorgeous and when she looked at me, she seemed like she didn't know me at all. She popped the whip and Johnny shivered. She stood tall and straight in the center of his bedroom and she told him to come to her, that she was ready to give him her attention. He slid down onto his knees and then he crawled over to where she was. She popped the whip and this time she slashed Johnny right between his legs with it and he just shook and then he began kissing her feet, first one shiny foot, then the other. She kept popping the whip and letting it curl in under his rump and each time she hit him, he shuddred a bit and then he was licking her boot all the way up. He licked one, then he went back to lick the other. She told him that he could continue and he just kept on licking her thighs and then her inner thighs and I could see that she had lots of goo running down her legs and he licked all of that. Then she turned around and he licked the backs of her thighs and he pressed his face between her cheeks and I knew how sensitive she was there so I watched her come like fury when he slipped his tongue into her rear. No matter what kind of games they were playing, she had a real sensitive asshole and nothing could change that. She turned around again and he began licking her inner thighs again. She opened her legs as wide as she could and she kept stinging him between his legs with the whip while he ate her pussy and she really gave him a hard time when she was coming. When he was making her pop I thought she'd kill him, but they both seemed to know what they were doing.
"After a while, she told him that he could stop and prepare himself for his punishment. He went over and put his head in an arm chair and Lynn really whipped him then. She used a lot of different whips and when she was doing it I could see that she was having as much fun as he was. She whipped him unmercifully and he kept on shaking and shivering and he got so he just couldn't stop shaking. She used the whips very skillfully and I watched her make him shoot all over the chair with the whips. Then she put the whips down and she strapped on the biggest dildo and she screwed him with that savagely, uncaring about whether she hurt him or not. Her thighs were sopping with her own sexual juices and I was wishing that she would notice me because I was aching with the desire to taste the sweetness that was drying out on her legs.
"She did notice me when she was finished with Johnny. He was sprawled on the floor a sobbing, curled up wretch and she looked at me like I was a total stranger. She crooked her finger at me and I went to her. She unhooked the dildo and then she slid to the floor and I did to and we began a beautiful sixty nine that was one of the nicest I had ever had with her.
"Her glands had been activated by what she had done to Johnny and she couldn't stop coming. She just kept it up and we made love to each other like animals, and in time we knocked ourselves out. We overdid things I guess because we both fell fast asleep.
"When we came out of it, Johnny was all right again and while we bathed away the hurts that Lynn had given him, she got out of her costume and we started in then to have fun. She told me that Johnny loved having her whip him, and she said that maybe one day I might like it too. But, to start with there were many treats awaiting me. And there were. She watched me as I sucked Johnny and she seemed pleased because I could and would do that. And, later in the day she strapped on the dildo and she screwed me with it. While she was doing that to me, I was sucking Johnny so it was all very wonderful and decidedly pleasant.
"We spent all of that day and most of the evening with Johnny and we tried anything and everything and we had a wonderful time. There were no reservations between us and that first visit to Johnny's house was just the beginning of many. We still visit Johnny and we have refined our likes and dislikes.
"In time I began to appreciate the expertise that Lynn had developed with the whips and when I saw the ecstacies that she could provide for Johnny, I was persuaded to let her whip me, and she has been doing it ever since.
"We live a very wonderful life and Lynn and I are pretty well grown up now. She is seriously considering marrying Johnny and I imagine that she will do it and I will go live with them.
"Our foster parents have no idea of what we have been doing. They are fine people, wonderful people and they love us very sincerely, And, we love them, too. We just can't be what they think we are and many times Lynn and I have talked about it and we have often wondered how many other kids are goody goody outside and really wild when they get the chance.
