It was Carly 's first day in the girls' reformatory. She had just been given a cold shower to make sure that she had no lice.
Naked and shivering, she was brought out and started to dress in front of her new roommates.
"Hey, Toni, she's a real young one. Not a drop of hair on her pussy! Mmmmmm!"
"Dig them little titties, Mikki. Man, I'm gonna love having her little tongue in my twat!"
"You fucking bull-dykes got another thing coming if you think I'm gonna touch your ugly cunts!!" Carly yelled as she dabbed her sleek little body with a towel. "You all better be careful of me! I'm as hard as fucking nails!" the ninety pound ragamuffin added, and glared at eighteen-year-old Toni, the biggest one of them.
The next thing Carly knew, she found her face stuffed into the hairy delta of Toni, her hands twisted behind her back by two other girls, while she was forced to her knees.
"EAT!!!" Tony demanded with a good grip on Carly's silky blonde hair.
CHAPTER ONE
Carly Clinton tossed and turned in her bed. Her anguished sleep was complicated by the noises coming from her father's bedroom in their three room apartment in Flatbush.
The small seven year old child had an idea what the noises might be, but she hoped that she was wrong.
"Daddy, daddy," she yelled.
Nothing happened. She yelled louder.
Still nothing.
Carly had never known her mother who died in childbirth when Carly was born in 1954. Carly was an only child. Her father, Lou, had brought a number of women home, and Carly would always ask, "Are you going to be my new mommy?"
Her father finally had to explain to her that if she wanted a new mommy, she would have to behave like a good little girl because a lot of women who liked him would get discouraged if they saw a wild little kid. Carly's confused emotions and seven year old thoughts took the death of her mother to be a sign of rejection, and she lavished all of her affection on her father. However, her father was not really the type who knew how to amuse a seven year old girl. He had slipped on a few occasions, and confided to Carly that he had hoped for a son. Lou Clinton brushed off the little slips of his confessions to her quite easily, thinking that it had no effect on Carly. However, Carly was indeed affected by it. Even when he was with her, Carly was able to sense that he was not satisfied with her because she had been born a girl.
Carly felt that she should learn all of the boy's games that they played in front of her house, such as tag, and ring-a-leevio. She shunned girl's games such as jacks and jump-rope, becoming a little tom-boy to suit her father.
However, it was still not enough, as her father had told her. "You're a girl, Carly, so try to act like one, and stop playing with boys. Wear dresses and play with the girls."
"I hate dresses," she replied, only to receive a terrible spanking and was stripped naked by her father and had a dress put on her, her little behind still sore.
As she lay in her bed, she reflected on those moments. Her pink, daisy covered pajamas gave her some comfort from the flannel material, and the toy baseball glove also served as a kind of a teething ring for her.
She put her hands between her thin legs and curled up, not able to attract her father's attention. She knew that there was a woman in the bedroom with him. She heard various moans and some laughing.
Carly knew what they were doing. They were telling jokes to each other and maybe even kissing if the joke was funny enough, and they were probably holding hands, too, she knew.
I didn't mean to kill Mommy, Carly said to herself, something else she interpreted as her fault, and something which her father had blamed her for.
"I'll see if I can talk the brat into staying by herself for the weekend, Jim. Man, that hunting upstate is good this time of year....
"Bill, I'll be frank with you. Of course, I wished it was Carly and not Hallie that was taken from me. Your sister and I were deeply in love."
Carly was remembering some phone conversations she had eavesdropped in on her father, one with his friend and another with her Uncle Bill. Those words still stung her ears, words she would remember the rest of her life.
"It was like she wanted to die, Mom, and leave me with the kid, as if she wanted to carry out her threat not to have her in the first place," she heard her father tell her grandmother on another occasion.
Carly's fertile, but jumbled imagination and mind had taken all of those things to mean a total rejection of herself by her parents. Her powers of reasoning were unable to handle those traumas efficiently, as if there was an efficient way to deal with it.
It was not her, but her father who needed the psychological counseling, but of course, Carly didn't understand that.
She needed the affection that her father hardly ever gave her and that her mother was not around to give, a fact that her father didn't understand.
It wasn't that Carly was instinctively possessive or anything of that sort. It was the plain simple physiological fact that a seven year old child has a need to receive parental affection and the need to feel wanted. That was a need that Carly had not seen fulfilled in her brief years, try as she might.
It was inevitable that Carly, even at that age would instinctively seek other means to get that necessary love and affection.
She went overboard in trying to make new friends and clung to every one of her friends as much as she could, often infuriating the youngsters by her slightly aggressive manner that she had come to develop.
Carly wavered between extremes. She was either too pushy and outgoing, or she would crawl into a shell and stay there for days, not even venturing out of her house, after she returned from public school, and would sleep for most of the day.
She had a cat once, but her father made her get rid of it since he was allergic to it, something which Carly understood to mean that her father hated her and was not allergic to the cat, but to her, and still blamed her because she wasn't going to be a major league baseball player and blamed her for her mother's death. Carly felt rejection on all fronts, often bringing it on herself. Of course, she was unable to understand why people were rejecting her, and didn't even know the meaning of the word, although her child-like perceptions were sufficient to have a vague idea of the concept of rejection. It was just that she was unable to articulate it into so many words.
Carly did not hate her father, not by any means. He was all she had, and Carly understood that very well. If her father rejected her outright, perhaps giving her away or putting her in a home, the little seven year old knew that she would just wither away and die. She craved her father's attention, but she also tried very hard not to make a pest out of herself because she didn't want to incur his wrath and be given away and thrown out.
"Daddy, can I have water, Daddy, please?" she yelled.
Nothing. Only the same laughter and moaning came from the bedroom.
Carly got out of her bed, taking her small, toy baseball glove with her.
She bit her fingernails, wondering if she should go to her father's room. She stopped just outside of her door, the noise getting louder. Carly heard a woman's voice, a strange woman, too, someone she had never heard before. Her voice sounded kind of funny, too, slow and raspy. Her father's voice was also different than what it usually is, almost like he was out of breath.
Carly heard some shuffling in the room, the sound of a bed creaking, and thought that someone was going to come out of the room. She hid under a small hall table. Carly was very small for her age, the first girl on line in her first grade class, the same as it was in her kindergarten class.
Seeing at how easily she fit under the table, Carly again reflected back to a previous time, a few months ago at a family circle with her mother's relatives that her father had taken her to. "And how old are you, little, girl? Four?" an older cousin had said to her quite sincerely.
"No, I'm seven," Carly pouted.
Carly had soon begun to think that everything was her fault and she didn't blame her father for rejecting her. She blamed herself and began to hate herself, thinking that everyone was justified for rejecting her.
"And whose little girl are you?" some older uncle she had never seen asked her.
He patted her head affectionately. "I'm your little girl," Carly beamed.
He patted her head again, but he walked away, not understanding that she was very serious, and that she had liked the nice man. Carly had even begun to take little incidents like that as signs of rejection.
Now, however, seeing that no one was coming out of the room, the bed still creaking, Carly crawled out from under the table, and tiptoed in her bare feet up to the door of her father's room.
She bent her knees slightly and looked through the keyhole, but it was covered by a towel or something. She heard the moans and groans again, the creaking of the bed getting faster and faster in its rhythm.
"Oh what a nice pussy you have, Corinne," she heard her father say in a panting, somewhat hoarse voice.
Oooow, a pussy. My new Mommy brought me a pussy, Carly beamed. She opened the door and walked in eagerly, hoping to see a baby kitten somewhere around, forgetting in her excitement that she had heard no mewing and that her father had often warned her not to come into his room when the door was closed.
Seeing what she saw then, Carly wished she had never opened that door.
Her lower jaw dropped straight down, her eyes bulged out, and a little whimper escaped from her mouth, as she put her hand to her mouth.
The sound she made and her small presence in the room were not enough to arouse the dulled senses of the two people.
Carly could not have walked in on a more inopportune time. She wanted to run out quickly, but her feet felt like they were glued to the carpet.
Her eyes were riveted on the undulating, nude bodies of her father and the blonde woman he was with.
They're naked!!! was the first thing that Carly's thoughts were able to perceive. She had never seen anyone without clothes on before. Not her father, nor another female.
What she was seeing now filled her immature little head with a million thoughts, none of which was able to reach her singularly. What are they doing? Carly wondered as she looked at the hairy, naked rump of her father, bouncing up and down on the woman. She was watching from an angle, an angle that permitted her a view from their side. She looked at the middle of their bodies, and saw things that only came to her head in images.
They were completely unaware that she was there as they clung to each other and moved their bodies up and down on the bed. She was digging her fingernails into Carly's father's back, and he didn't even mind. He even looked like he liked it, Carly was able to perceive.
But at the middle, they were connected, somehow. Her father had this thing coming out of his middle that was so much different from what she herself had, and from what the blonde woman had.
And the blonde woman wasn't like her either, Carly saw. Carly knew that when women get older, that they begin to develop breasts, and although she had seen women in bathing suits on the beach of course, she was still amazed to see the blonde woman's breasts, her large red nipples covered a great portion of her breasts and were crushed under her father's hairy chest, Carly saw.
Carly knew that men had flies in their pants for certain reasons and she had seen men's underwear in stores and had seen that there was something inside their bathing trunks that she didn't have.
She looked at them pumping up and down together, as if they were frantically trying to make something happen. Besides the pleasure and the moaning that Carly was able to see on their faces and coming from their mouths, she also saw the desperation of the two people, as if they were both doing everything they could, working together in an urgent need to make something happen to their bodies.
It was something like two people working on a railroad, as she had seen on a cartoon, where one worker needed the other worker to do his job so the whole job could get done.
She saw the sweat on their bodies and could tell that they were working very hard. She knew that the connection in the middle was the most important part of it. She was able to see the base of her father's tool moving in and out, up and down on the blonde woman, she heard called by the name of Corinne.
She saw that Corinne's crack was covered with black hairs. At first she thought it might be her father's--Bair's--but knew that that wasn't so, because her father had dark blond, or light brown hairs over his thing, and she also saw the big sac connected to her father's thing, and it was slapping against Corinne's crack.
Carly's thoughts came to her in images, rather than coherent statements or sentences. Hairs, yeeech, I don't want hairs on my body, thighs, big, muscles in the woman's legs flexing, pretty face, happy, very happy, new Mommy, where's the pussy cat? Does it hurt, is he peeing in her? Is she peeing in him, ooow, tongues touching, yeech, Mommy Corinne is so pretty, and Daddy likes her so much. Will my crack get like Corinne's? Will I get hairs? How come her crack is so big? Can I fit big things in my crack? Ooooow, look how big Eddy's thing is.
How long is it inside Mommy's crack? How deep are our cracks? Is mine like Corinne's, or do I have to wait till I grow breasts like hers? Wow, her breasts are so big! How come it doesn't hurt? Hey, they don't even know I'm here, they're having such a good time. Should I go on the bed, too, and ask where the pussy cat is? Wait, something's happening. Oooooow, wowwwww, they're doing something. Something is happening to Daddy's thing. Yeech, it's twitching. I think stuff is shooting out of it, and it's going into Corinne's crack, yeeech, they're peeing into each other. Wow, they're really happy, though, they're yelling and they don't even know I'm here. Should I run out? Should I stay? Where's the pussy cat?
The moans of the copulating couple reverberated around the room as the hot, pungent pellets shot into Corinne's fertile crescent, their thoughts only concerned with the pleasurable feelings they felt, oblivious to their surroundings, their senses dulled, their vision blurred as their consummation was completed.
"Ahhhhhhh," Lou moaned as the last drop of his sperm was ejaculated into the moist, dewy flesh of his partner.
"Ohhhhhh, Lou, yesssssss, mmmmmmm," Corinne moaned as Lou rolled off her and lay next to her.
Carly saw now that her father's thing had shrunk in size, but it was still pretty large and the top of it had a mushroom type of a look, and there was a little white gooey thing right at the tip, and he had a little slit on it.
She was about five feet away from them, still in the same spot where she had been for the last two minutes, two minutes that seemed like an eternity-full of knowledge, and secret knowledge, too at that, Carly realized.
Before she was able to do anything else, however, she was noticed.
"Jesus Christ, Lou, look!!!" Corinne said and pointed at the tiny blonde-haired girl with the two pony tails at the sides of her head.
Carly saw that Corinne was frightened for some reason. Maybe she was embarrassed because she was naked and Carly saw her and saw her father too.
Lou turned around next very quickly.
He looked at his daughter, his eyes unable to hide the horror he was feeling. Carly also saw that he looked nauseous when he saw her and figured that it was her fault. She put her head down and looked at her little toes, a pout forming on her thin pink lips.
"Carly!!! What the hell are you doing here?!!!" her father yelled at her, his voice breaking, almost as if he were going to cry, Carly thought. She also saw a note of anger, and expected to be hit again.
Corinne pulled the sheets over them, up to their necks.
"Oh, Lou, she's adorable," Corinne said, collecting her thoughts.
"Are you going to be my new mommy? Where's the pussy cat?"
"Pussy cat, oh Jesus! How goddamn long have you been here, you little bastard?!!!" Carly had never heard her father yell at her like that before. She knew she said something awful, and had done something awful by watching them, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was she had done.
"She's not going to be my mommy, Daddy?"
"Are you kidding?" Corinne said with a laugh, a laugh that Carly took to mean that it was at her, that she was a laughable little girl, like a bad joke or something.
"Get out of here and get back to your room, you dirty, filthy little monster. I'll deal with you in the morning!!!" he yelled.
"Oh, Lou, don't be so hard on her. I don't think she understood what she was doing. Did you, little girl?"
"No," Carly pouted, feeling a tear welling up in her eye. "I thought you had a pussy cat because Daddy said-"
"Shut up! Go to your room immediately, before I hit you right now! Get!!"
"Are you gonna spank me when I get up?"
"You're going to get a spanking you'll never forget! Carly, you're going to be taught a lesson once and for all! How many times did I tell you never to come into my room?!!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just wanted some water, and I thought the nice lady brought me a pussy cat, a little pussy," Carly said, the tears coming out of her eyes.
Corinne giggled as she heard that.
"And you stay out of this! I know how to deal with her!"
"Well, she's your daughter, Lou. I guess you should know," Corinne sighed. "You can leave the money with me if you want to take care of her now, Lou," she added, something that Carly was not able to understand until a few years would pass.
"She'll be all right," Lou told Corinne in a calmer tone. "As for you, you filthy little girl, get to your room and forget everything you saw and heard. Never bring it up again! Get!!!" Corinne waved her fingers with a smile at the crying little girl as she walked out, clutching her baseball glove to her skinny chest.
CHAPTER TWO
It was two years after, a warm late November afternoon that saw little Carly sitting in her third grade classroom.
She sat in the front of the room, still the shortest kid in her class. She was just about to throw a spitball at Harry, the kid sitting next to her, when her teacher, Mrs. Levine, was called out of the class by another teacher.
Just as Mrs. Levine walked out, she caught Harry throwing a spitball at Carly.
"Harry Robert Schneider!!" Mrs. Levine yelled. "You'll stay after class tomorrow for that. Now, I'll be out of the room for a minute or two with Mrs. Russell, and I better not hear any noise!!" Mrs. Levine, a smart looking woman of forty told the class.
As soon as she left, Harry pulled Carly's pony tail real hard.
Carly bit her lip to keep from yelling.
"You fuck! You got me in trouble, you little fuck!" Harry yelled at her.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Carly said sincerely. "You started it, though."
"I did not, you fuck! You did," Harry told her and he snarled at her. He ran his finger across his neck and pointed at her.
He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she told him.
"I'll tell her I started it.
Please don't beat me up, Harry.
I'll say I'm a fuck if you don't beat me up. I thought you liked me," Carly pleaded.
Carly was really not afraid to fight boys, but Harry was a lot bigger than her. The reason he sat in the front was because he wore glasses. He was actually one of the tallest kids in the class.
"Say it!"
"I'm a little fuck. All right, Harry?"
"Shit, I bet you don't even know what you're saying, Runt!"
"Do too," Carly protested.
"Do not!" Harry yelled as the other kids in the class started talking and carrying on, or listening to the little confrontation between Carly and Harry, seeing that Mrs. Levine was going to be out a little longer than a minute.
"Do too," Carly said and stuck her tongue out at Harry.
"Then what is it?!"
"It's when a man puts his boner into a woman's pussy and fucks her," Carly said.
"Hey, how'd you know?"
Seeing that all the kids had listened to the way Harry now treated her with respect from the knowledge she showed, Carly looked all around the room and beamed at all the attention she had won. She heard a number of kids asking each other if she was right and if that's really what it was. "And then they might get a baby after they fuck. I know everything about fucking!"
"Wow!"
"Did you ever fuck, Carly?" Harry asked her, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
Although. Carly wanted everyone to like her and craved attention which she took as a sign of affection and popularity, her immature, troubled mind still was unsure what the best answer would be.
Nine year old Carly had never had sexual intercourse before, but she had done some careful manipulations with her fingers, curiously wondering what pleasure her tight, hairless crack could give her. She found that she could give herself a lot of comfort and help to soothe her lone hours, and help to give her some relief from the lack of attention she would never get from her father.
All he would do was punish her, spanking her on her fanny when she was bad in school and got a note sent home, which was not an infrequent occurrence. He rarely took her anywhere, and had often left her alone for a whole weekend. He now overtly conveyed his disappointment with her and would tell her to stop annoying him when she tried to seek some affection from him. She asked him to ' play ball with her a lot of times and when he saw how good she could throw a ball, just like a boy, he yelled at her and told her it wasn't healthy for a girl to act like a boy. He took her baseball glove away and told her that she would have to wear a dress at least three times a week, and whenever she was with him, she would have to wear one of those stupid girlish garments that let her skinny legs be seen by all the boys. Shorts didn't bother her, though, in the summertime, but she felt terribly embarrassed in a dress.
Carly knew that she was not supposed to let boys touch her pussy or her chest, even though it was exactly like a boy's chest. She wasn't even supposed to let them see her chest, even when it was real hot in the summertime. She got a terrible spanking from her father when she ran around the nearby schoolyard without her undershirt like the rest of the boys.
The older girls from the neighborhood had told Carly a lot about her body and how people fuck, and what a pussy was.
It wasn't that Carly had no use for girls and took to boys more readily. She wanted to be liked by girls, too,-but she was still unable to overcome her interest in doing boy's things that had originally been sparked by her father's desire to have a son instead of her.
She knew that only bad girls fuck, as some of the older girls had told her, but she had seen some of those bad girls pointed out to her and they were usually the ones with more boys around them. She asked one of the fourteen year old bad girls about fucking and was told how beautiful it was and how many boys she'll get, and the girl didn't seem bad at all.
"Yeah, Harry, I fuck," little nine year old Carly told him.
"Oooooow," the other kids said and giggled and laughed and looked at her with respect and admiration, Carly thought.
Harry smiled at her. She smiled at him. Then Mrs. Levine came back into the class. Everyone immediately stopped chattering and throwing things around the room in fear of her.
However, it seemed that she didn't even notice what they were doing. It looked to Carly like she had been crying or something as she stood in front of the class. Everyone saw her take a white handkerchief and dab her eyes.
"Children," she began, and it was obvious to everyone from her voice and her red eyes that something real bad had happened to her to make her act like that.
Carly liked Mrs. Levine because she was of a "mommy-able" age and had often tried to get something started between Mrs. Levine and her father, but that was before she found out what the "Mrs." in front of her name had meant. Carly still continued to get notes sent home, however. How else would she be able to get some attention from her father, she figured, if he didn't spank her fanny when she was bad in school, or brought home bad grades on her report cards on purpose.
Carly and Harry were wondering what had happened to Mrs. Levine with such curiosity that they forgot about maintaining their little dialogue with each other.
"Children," Mrs. Levine began again, her sobs breaking up her words, President Kennedy has been shot and killed," she finally said, and sniffled into her handkerchief.
"Shit, is that all," Harry whispered to Carly. "Hey, Carly?"
"Yeah?!" Carly asked eagerly in a loud whisper.
"If I don't beat you up, will-"
"And so because of that terrible tragedy, the school is going to be closed for the rest of the day, and you should listen to your radios to see if there will be school tomorrow," she cried.
"Yayyyyy," a number of kids yelled when they heard that there would be no school.
The class was dismissed and were told that they should wait in the lobby if someone was going to pick them up.
Carly walked the five blocks from the school to her home everyday.
"What were you going to say, Harry?" Carly said, looking up at the tall third grader, as she tugged on his sleeve.
"Uh, um, did you say that you fuck, Carly?"
"Yeah. If I fuck with you, will you promise not to beat me up?"
"All right."
"Uh, if I fuck with you, will you not make me tell Mrs. Levine that I started the spit ball throwing and make me stay after school instead?"
"No. I won't fuck with you if you don't tell her you started," Harry replied, a sly smile on his face.
The little girl wrinkled her brow in a quizzical fashion. She looked up at Harry who stood more than a head taller than her, a foot, to be exact.
Carly, at that stage of her life was 4'6" tall and weighed 71 pounds.
"I heard that boys wanted to get fucks more than girls," Carly said with a pout.
"My older brother, Hilly, told me it was the same, that boys and girls both want fucks the same amount."
"All right, I'll stay after school instead of you. There might not even be school tomorrow, Harry. Did you see the way she was crying?"
"Yeah, wasn't that funny. Hey, do you know who President Kenny is?"
"Yeah, he's the president. Didn't you ever see him? He's handsome, and his wife is pretty, too."
"I'm handsome, too, you know."
"Yeah, but President Kenny is a lot more older than you."
"Well, now he's dead, so it doesn't matter."
"You shouldn't talk about dead people like that. My mother is dead, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Hey, does your father work?"
"Yeah, he's a carpenter."
"Is he home?"
"Not till late. He plays poker with the guys from his place on Thursday's, so I got to make my own supper and I got to make him his supper when he gets back real late. I even get to stay up past twelve."
"Is he home now?"
"No."
"Can we go to your house to fuck?"
"Hey, yeah. My father won't know."
They both walked the five blocks to Carly's house on East Sixteenth Street and Newkirk Avenue, to the six-story apartment house she lived in.
They went into Carly's room and turned the television on.
"Hey, there's nothing on except all this stuff with President Kenny!"
"You were the one that was wrong, Harry. His name is Kennedy, not Kenny, but maybe Superman will come on soon."
"I wanna watch The Three Stooges, yuk, yuk, yuk," Harry said and squeezed Carly's nose as they sat on her bed and looked at the newscasters and pictures of President Kennedy with his wife and kids.
"Hey, Caroline's almost our age, just a little younger, huh?"
"I feel sorry for her, Harry, and the little kid, too, John-John. They're both gonna not have no daddy. I'm gonna write a letter to them and tell them that their mommy should call my daddy."
"That's dumb. Hey, Carly?"
"What?"
"Can I see your pussy?"
"You show me your boner first."
"No, you!"
"Do you like me, Harry?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Could you ask me to be your girlfriend, Harry?"
"Come on, Carly. You know that all the kids would laugh at me if I did."
"They would? Why?"
"Because you're a runt and a tom boy."
"Please, Harry. I won't be a tom boy no more. My father doesn't want me to, either. I just like to run, and play baseball. But I won't if you ask me to be your girlfriend."
"Well, the next time we have races, you have to promise to lose on purpose, because you're faster than most of the boys, and if I beat you, than I'll be the fastest and no one will laugh at me' for losing to a girl."
"All right, Harry. I'll lose on purpose."
"Well, when you do, then I'll ask you to be my girlfriend."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"All right."
"Let me see your pussy now. Do you gotta lot of hairs?"
Carly smirked and shook her head.
"I don't have any," she admitted.
"Shit! You don't have tits, either, do you?" Again, Carly put her head down and shook her head in the negative.
"Shit! There are other girls in our class that are getting tits, and they probably got hairs, too."
"I'm sorry, Harry. I'll still fuck with you anyway."
"All right. Let me see your pussy."
"You show me your boner, first. Do you have hairs?"
"I got peach fuzz and I'm starting to get some hairs. I jerk off already."
"Really? Wow! You're mature, Harry."
"Thanks, Carly. You're not really that bad, I guess."
Carly realized then that by saying that to him then that she could get a compliment in return.
"I like you, Harry," she cooed. "You are as handsome as President Kennedy," she said, looking at his face.
"Thanks. Can I see your pussy now? I'll stick out my boner right after you pull down your panties. All right?"
"Can you kiss me?"
"Sure. I didn't know you wanted me to," Harry said and he gave her a big kiss on her cheek, v
"Ooooow, you're so romantic, Harry," Carly squealed.
"Let me see your pussy, now. I'll kiss you again when you show me."
"Just once more. On the lips this time like in the movies."
Carly puckered her lips.
Harry moved his face close to her, hesitated a moment, and gave her a quick kiss on her lips as Carly closed her eyes and looked heavenward.
Harry wiped his lips off with his sleeve. "How's that?"
"Ohhhh, it was beautiful, Harry."
"You girls are so mushy romantic."
"See, I'm not a tom boy."
"Well, maybe. Let me see your pussy now."
"All right," Carly said and she took her patent leather mary janes off. She stood up and lifted her dress up.
"See my panties?" Carly giggled, pointing at her white panties with the daisies on them.
Harry's eyes bulged, and he licked his lips. "I see your panties, ha ha," he teased her.
Carly quickly put her dress down and blushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Carly. I promise I won't laugh if you show me your pussy and your panties."
"Cross your heart and hope to die!"
"All right," Harry said and went through the necessary motions.
Carly lifted her dress up to her waist again. She glared at Harry when she saw him biting his lip to keep from laughing.
"Take your panties down now, Carly. Please?"
"Give me another kiss on the lips first," Carly told him, realizing that she had some kind of advantage and a hold on him.
Harry walked up to her and kissed her on her lips, doing it as if it were a punishment this time, again wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and watched Carly eagerly.
"You promise you'll stick out your boner if I take them down?"
"Yeah, yeah, I promise, take them down. Take them all the way off, even."
"Promise you won't laugh?" Carly said, standing a few feet in front of him, holding her dress up and looking at her panties, her white stockings falling down around her thin ankles.
"I already promised. Come on, Carly, take them down, please?" t Carly looked at her own little body and pulled her panties all the way down to her knees. She stared at her own little crack and then at Harry to see his reaction.
Harry edged closer, putting his hands on his crotch as he stared at her plump little hillock, as white and as smooth as snow. Her crack looked like a crease in between her legs to him, with a slightly puffy kind of white skin right before the slit. He couldn't tell where her pussy began and her regular skin ended, but it was the first one he had ever seen live. He had once seen a blurred black and white picture of a completely naked girl on a card of a French deck his fourteen year old brother had showed him, but he couldn't even compare that to Carly.
"See, I told you I'll show you, Harry. Do you like my pussy?"
"Yeah. I like it, Carly. You were right, you did show me. Can you open it for me and show me what it looks like inside?"
"Do you think I'm pretty, Harry?"
"Yeah, you're pretty. Please, open it up, huh?"
"My legs aren't too skinny?" Carly asked, still holding her dress up, her panties down at her ankles now and she took a step to step out of them.
"I don't know, I guess not. Come on, just let me see what it looks like when you open it, Carly. Please, You're really pretty. You're cute, too, now open your pussy up, I'll show you my boner. Ooooow, I got a real boner from looking at your pussy too. Can I touch it?"
"Let me see your boner, and I'll let you touch it,"
"Let me touch it first,"
"If we're gonna fuck, don't I have to see your boner?" the nine year old girl said to the nine year old boy, "All right. Yeah, I just forgot for a second. Listen, you take all your clothes off, and I'll stick out my boner."
"You mean everything?"
"Yeah, I promise I won't laugh. I just wanna see what a girl, I mean, you look like with nothing on."
"But I even feel stupid when my doctor examines me."
"I already see your pussy anyway. I just want to see how you look naked."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, and you're not laughing at my pussy. I like you, Harry. A real lot. Most people laugh at me, but you don't. Do you like me?"
"If you get naked, I'll like you," Harry said slyly.
"All right. But you take everything off, too," Carly said.
"I'll just stick out my boner. And if you laugh, I'll beat your ass."
"I'll try not to laugh. Please let me see your boner. I bet you got a real nice boner, Harry. Please, take everything off, Harry. You're so good-looking and handsome."
"All right. You first."
"Both at the same time," Carly said as she took her socks off, letting her dress fall back down for a minute.
Harry stared at her little feet. He giggled. "You like my feet, Harry?"
"They're cute," he said, nodding his head.
"I really, really like you, Harry," Carly said. "I like you too, Carly."
"I'm so happy, Harry. This is the happiest day of my life."
Harry watched her unbutton her dress and lift it off over her head.
She put it on the bed and looked at him, wearing only her white undershirt with the pink ribbon tied around one of the straps. "Hey, you look sexy, Carly. My boner is really feeling good from looking at you."
"Let me see," she cooed.
Harry pulled his zipper down as he looked at his pants.
He looked back at her, knowing that she could now see his white underpants and was staring at the bulge, and his underpants, her eyes filled with expectation.
"Remember, if you laugh at me, I'll break your neck, Carly."
"I won't laugh at someone I like so much. Please, don't be shy with me, Harry."
"I'm not shy," he said and pulled his hard nine year old thing out, holding it in his hand. The thin bone stood straight out.
"Oooow. Wow. I like it. I like it, Harry. It's so nice and bony. Ooooow, I'm so happy. Can I touch it? Please let me feel it, Harry, please?" Carly asked, rubbing her hands together in excitement, moving up and down on her toes, and looking at the first male erection she had ever seen, except that of her father's over two years ago. Remember?
"Sure you can touch it. Wow, I really like you, Carly. You make me feel real good the way you act now."
"I like you so much, Harry. Maybe-even love you," Carly said as she advanced towards him and touched the tip of the mushroomed head of his young, but pubescent tool.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, fuck, Shit, Carly, that's great!!!" Harry exclaimed.
"I love you, Harry," Carly said and kissed him on his lips and he didn't even rub it off this time.
"Can I play with your balls, too. Take them out. Come on, Harry. Take everything off. You said you're not shy."
"Yeah. All right. Take off your undershirt, too."
"Promise you won't laugh. I don't have anything yet."
"I know. I won't laugh. We're gonna fuck each other. Right?"
"Do you know how?"
"Yeah, I think. I fucked a few times, already, but I might have forgotten. I think we'll be able to fuck, though. You know how, don't you?"
"I said I fucked already. But that was also a long time ago. I probably remember less than you. He was just some sailor," the little nine year old said.
Harry smiled at her, thinking she might be lying, but still wasn't sure. She looked at his twitching, quivering tool, remembering what her father and that blonde woman, Corinne did when they fucked and she remembered some of the things that the older girls around her way had told her.
She hoped that the two of them together could figure out a way to do it right.
She touched his small tool again, but to her eyes, it was anything but small. It was huge, and the way that it just bounced out of his underpants excited her even more.
He ran the tips of his fingers along the fatty part of her vagina, right over the slit.
"Mmmmmmm, I like that," Harry said and looked at his fingers, while Carly sighed also.
She wasn't sure if she felt anything, but she figured she was supposed to so she told him how nice it felt.
She then pulled her undershirt off.
"You're just like a boy, shit!"
"Shit! I'm sorry, Harry. You can still touch my nipples if you want. You can kiss them too. I'm not really a boy. See!" she said and pointed at her little seam again.
"I know you're not a boy, stupid. I just said your tits looks like boys tits."
"Well, soon they won't. And then you'll really think I'm pretty."
Harry was taking the rest of his clothes off. "I think you're pretty now, Carly," Harry said. "But you better not tell anyone I told you. Most of the kids think you're a runt."
"All right, I won't say anything. But I'm not a runt, and my face is pretty."
"All right, I won't call you a runt. Yeah, your face is kind of cute. You're just too little, but I guess you are pretty when you try. Your face is long and thin, but not too long and your nose is small. Yeah, you're pretty when you're not placing ball. And you do have blonde hair. Actually, your face is really pretty. I just never noticed it because you would always be playing ball with the guys and it would be like telling one of the guys that they're pretty," Harry said with a laugh.
Carly laughed too. "I love you, Harry. I'm really pretty, huh? Really, really, pretty? Beautiful?"
"Well, maybe not beautiful, but really, really pretty," Harry said as he stood up, wearing only his underpants with his bony pole sticking out of the slit.
"I don't feel embarrassed being naked with you anymore, Harry. You won't either after awhile once you take off your underpants. You got a nice chest."
"I do?"
"Yeah, and your nipples are even bigger than mine. Can I touch your nipples, Harry?"
"You want to see my balls, too?"
"More than anything, Harry. I really want to touch you all over and I want you to touch me all over and hug me and squeeze me like they do in the movies."
"Wow! I wanna feel you up all over, and you'll let me, and you'll feel me up all over, too?"
"Sure I will. Come on. Let me see your balls and your hairs."
Harry pulled his underpants down and took them off.
"Oooow, wow, real hairs, wow. Hey, your balls are real small."
Harry looked down at them. He cupped them in his hand and squeezed them. "Come on baby, come on," he said pointing his balls at her, doing something he thought looked real good when he did it in his bathroom and looked in the mirror.
"Wow! You called me baby," Carly sighed and she ran up to him and hugged him, feeling the heat from his body as she stood on her tiptoes and reached her hands around his neck. "Hey, you're hot, Carly."
"So are you," she said as she rubbed her skinny belly against his erection, making it press up against his abdomen in between them. "I like it. Oooow, this is so nice. Isn't it, Harry?"
"Yeah. I like it, too, Carly. You're pulling my neck, though."
"Lift me up in your arms, then."
He put his arms around her waist, grunted and brought her up so her face was to his face. "I'm tingling all over, Harry," the excited little girl said as she looked into his brown eyes and kissed him on his lips.
"Stop kissing me already. Boy, all you girls like to do is kiss."
"Please kiss me, Harry. It's not a sissy thing. You know I'm not a sissy. It just shows how much we like each other, I think," Carly said as he held her right under her tiny nates, squeezing them and pushing them up, his arms locked together.
He put his lips to hers, their hot bodies sending vibrations coursing through their bodies.
Carly closed her eyes, feeling like she was in heaven, someone's arms wrapped around her, a feeling she had been craving for many years. They kept their lips together for a minute without stopping. They then took a few little pecks at each other's dry lips. Harry's hands pressed her hot little vagina up against his belly and he moved her around on him, feeling so masterful as he held the little girl in his arms, lifting her off the floor, while she thanked him by kissing him, just like they do in the movies.
Harry's engorged lance was pressed up against her lean thigh making Carly feel the heat from that even more than the heat from his belly.
She stuck her little tongue out and licked his lips.
"Yeech!
What did you do that for, Carly?"
He put her down, glad that he had an excuse other than the fact that she was getting too heavy.
"Harry, that's soul kissing. All the older kids do it. You never did it before.
I think we touch our tongues together, and put our lips together with our mouths open.
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Um, I don't like that too much. My brother said that you can get germs from that. Besides, uh, um, it makes me feel slimy. Let's fuck now, all right?"
"Yeah. Ooooow goody." , "Hey, let's just see if the Three Stooges are on."
Carly walked to the television and turned it to channel eleven, but there was still the programs about President Kennedy. "Shit. That's not fair that they got to put that on instead," Carly said as she looked at a newsreel of a submarine and the man talking about pigs, a word that attracted her attention for a minute.
"I heard my father say that President Kennedy almost got us all blown up, Harry because of pigs. The people in Cuba wanted to keep the pigs or something like that, I think."
"Yeah? Oh, we ain't gonna get blown up. He was just kidding you."
"He didn't tell me. I heard him tell someone else. A man. He never talks to me, Harry. I'm scared he might throw me out sometime. Do you like me, Harry?"
"Aw, your father wouldn't throw you out, Carly," he said and then paused. "You mean throw you out in the garbage or throw you out of the house?"
"Not the garbage, silly. Well, I guess in a way it would be the same thing. If he did throw me out of the house, would you ask me to marry you, Harry?"
"Uhhh, maybe. I don't know if my father and mother would let me, though."
"Couldn't we run away together and live happily ever after?"
"Yeah, I guess. But let's wait till your father throws you out. I feel sorry for you, Carly. You're really nice. I mean, you're not really a runt and all that. I guess I do like you. I really feel sorry for you."
"That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, Harry. Ever!"
"Well, you're nice, and you're pretty cute too."
"Pretty and cute, or just pretty cute?" Carly asked with a giggle.
"Both, I guess," Harry said with a laugh, and he put his arm over her naked shoulder as they stood in front of the television and played with the dials.
"I guess nothing else is on, Harry. You really don't mind too much, do you? the Three Stooges are silly, anyway."
"They are not! Yuk, yuk, yuk," Harry said, doing an imitation of Curly and he tweaked Carly's little nose and pulled her ears out, making a funny face on her.
She then began to giggle and make funny faces at him. She looked down at her crack. She spread it open with her fingers and showed him her soft pink flesh. "Look, isn't it gooey, tee hee. Meowwwww, pussy, meowwwww."
"Wow, that's like a real mess inside there, Carly. Yeeech!!"
"Yeeech!" Carly agreed. You still wanna touch it?"
"Uh uh!"
"You wanna see my snot?"
"You're disgusting, Carly. I like you."
"Look at my hole, Harry. Isn't it yeechy."
"Yeah. That's where you take a leak from?"
"No, this one, the little one. I got three holes, see my asshole?" She said and bent over and spread her cheeks, showing him her tiny pink asshole, while looking at him from under her legs and giggling.
"You're so disgusting, Carly."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or not. Is it?"
"You wanna see my asshole?"
"Yeah!"
Harry bent over and spread his cheeks.
"Your boner looks so funny from underneath with your balls hanging down like that. Does your balls hurt when you squeeze them?"
"Yeah. Sometimes when I play punch ball or softball and I get hit there, wow, it really kills you for a little while. Don't squeeze them when you touch me, or I'll break your neck."
"I won't squeeze them. Look, now I got tits," she said with a giggle. She squeezed the tight skin around her chest near her little pink dots of a nipples and bunched it together, making it seem as if she had soft little mounds near her nipples that her hands were grabbing at.
"I can do that too, Carly. See?" Harry said and did what she did.
He then walked up to her and felt her nipples and the area around them. Her nascent pectoral development gave neither of them any extra thrills.
"Ooooow, I like that, Harry," Carly said as he felt her chest with his palms, wondering if she felt different there than he.
"Do it to me."
Carly felt his chest. Her warm hands did give him some comfort and she did feel like she was being a real woman who was massaging her man.
"You make me feel like I'm older, Carly. I like you a real lot, but still don't tell no one."
"All right. You wanna fuck each other now?"
"Yeah. We have to go on the bed?"
"Yeah," Carly said.
They held hands as they walked the ten feet to the bed. Carly got on the bed, put her head on the pillow and spread her legs like she had heard.
All that Harry really knew was that he was supposed to put his boner into her and jerk off, although how he could do that puzzled him.
Carly looked up at him and waited.
"I gotta put my boner into your pussy. I know that. Well, I'll get on top of you. I'm sure it'll come back to me."
"Oooooow, I'm the happiest I've ever been, Harry. I'm so excited. My whole body is tingling all over with pins and needles. You won't hurt me will you?"
"I'll try not to, but I mighty so you better be able to get ready to be hurt. I weigh a hundred forty, you know. How much you weigh?"
"Seventy one."
"I might squash you, you know."
"I don't care. Let's fuck. Get on top of me. You can hold yourself up with your hands while you're on top of me. You know what I mean?"-
"I think so," Harry said as he mounted her.
"Uhhhhh," Carly grunted as her little lithe body was covered completely by him.
"You're not gettin squished, are ya?"
"Uhhhhh, get up, get up, uhhhhhh!!!!"
Harry quickly jumped off her.
"You're just too little, Carly. Maybe we shouldn't fuck."
"No, I'm not too little, You just didn't do it right. I told you to put your hands like you're doing a pushup. Please, we can do it if you do that. Don't you wanna fuck me? I'm not too little."
"Yeah, all right, I didn't know what you meant at first. You're not hurt, are ya?"
"No, but thank you for asking. I was just only crushed for a minute, but it doesn't bother me now. I liked the way your body is so hot."
"I liked your hot body too. I'll do it right this time. I just forgot for a minute."
He climbed on top of her again, putting his hands over her head and bracing his chest. Carly looked up and saw his chest directly over her. Then she looked down at his still hard rod, and saw that it was too high up. She told him to move down a little. He then put his arms around her shoulders, resting only his trunk on her.
"All right, put it into my pussy now," Carly said.
Harry looked at her tight little seam, and at his constantly erect tool. He swivelled his hips, trying to control the wavering rod, and get it in her, still bracing his body with his hands. It was like threading a needle, but with the needle jumping around.
He did get the tip of his young manhood at her entrance, but when he jabbed, he hit the top of her bony part of her vagina and . they both felt a twinge of pain. He grit his teeth and tried again, and again, getting real frustrated.
Carly was watching intently, looking under his chest at him, seeing that he was having a hard time. She saw that all she had to do was reach under and guide it into her with her hands. That's what she did, and he jabbed it into her, as soon as she got it an inch or so into her slit.
He still braced himself with his hands, but when he pushed it in as far as he could, the spreading of Carly's young, immature hole and the piercing of her hymen caused her the most incredible pain she had ever experienced.
Her face turned white with fear as she felt the sharp, piercing stab inside her. Her loud shrilly scream reverberated around their atmosphere.
She grabbed his back instinctively. She saw the worried look on his face, too.
However the feel of her hot, flesh enclosing his bony serpent gave him the most thrilling and sensuous feeling he had ever felt before. Now, he realized as he came up slightly on her how he was supposed to jerk off in her pussy.
Carly's screams began to dwindle, as he went up and down. She had yelled for him to take it out, take it out, but he felt too much pleasure to listen to her.
Her virgin blood from the piercing of her hymen scared her a little, but she had heard that she would bleed the first time.
She felt a little relief now as he moved his hips up and down on her, his bone thrusting rapidly and roughly into her spread out little hole.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, I'm all right now. My cherry was popped, ohhhhh."
"Hey, my dick feels so good, Carly. I really popped your cherry, huh?" he asked proudly, not knowing what that meant, but it sounded good. He didn't see the blood yet anyway.
Carly dug her fingers into his back, feeling the warmth and security he represented to her. Her nails were all bitten down to the quick, so she didn't scratch him, but he did feel how she clung to him and how she was beginning to like it too, A few more rapid, awkward jerks of his hips was enough to saturate his uncontrollable tool and cause his young sperm to ejaculate out of him, the feel of it inside her was so much better than whacking off, he felt, and the hot flesh of her pussy stimulated him beyond all of the wildest thoughts he had had about the feeling of fucking.
His comprehensions never included the tingling, hot passion that the lubrication on his sensitive, bulging, bulbous purple head would produce. He jerked up and down a few times, letting the full weight of his body cover Carly.
Carly, too, felt feelings that her fingers had never searched for.-Although she was pre-puberty, her sensory, sexual organs were still receptive to the twitching, shooting sperm inside her, and the thrusts of his pole had stimulated her little clitoris from the stretching as it was supposed to.
She bit into his shoulder, as he crushed her with his body, and she grabbed his back and she wrapped her thin legs around his hips and held on for the whole ride.
"Ohhhhhh, woooooo, woooooo, owwwwwww, yeahhhhhh," she yelled as if she were on a roller coaster, Harry, too, felt that her release of emotion with such lack of care and no shame and embarrassment at all was good enough for him.
"Ya-hoooo, woooo-weeeeee!!!!" he shouted as he continued to hump up and down on her, even after the last of his hot, white pellets shot into her.
The feel of his now, limp organ rubbing against her expanded vaginal walls tingled him immensely.
She soon began to feel his weight again on top of her, even though she was still in the throes of her young, most-natural and unexpected passion.
The unexpected feeling of euphoria titillated the two of them, feeling that their moans and hollers and shrieks meant that the other was feeling the exact same wonderful things inside them.
Finally, Carly had to yell for him to get off her, finding it hard to breathe and feeling a pain in her chest from his heavy body on top of her.
He finally did roll off, but only after a few more thrusts into her.
She was panting, but she still was able to manage a big smile on her pretty face.
Harry lay next to her and kissed her cheek. Then he looked down at the blood. He screamed. He jumped up and began to inspect his body with a look of horror on his face.
Carly giggled.
"That's my cherry, silly. That's not your blood."
He breathed a sigh of relief as he stared as the little pool of blood she was lying in.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. I better throw this sheet out. I forgot about that. I should have put one of those rubber things down."
"You sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, it's only my cherry. Let me see," she said as she leaned up and inspected her pussy, some red still there.
"Yeeech. You better wash yourself, Carly. You're a disgusting mess."
Carly giggled as she stuck her fingers into her vagina. "Ooooow, it hurts when I touch it. It feels so different in there now. I'm a lot bigger. It was like my cherry was blocking the path, but now I have no more cherry. And I'm only nine years old. I guess I can tell you the truth now, Harry. I never fucked anyone else before you."
"Really?" Harry asked, unaware what it meant to bust a cherry, and what the blood meant, thinking it would happen every time he fucked her.
That made him feel a little sick, although he still felt the great pleasure from it, and he figured that it was a big thing to fuck a girl, even if she was disgusting. He figured he would go through with it anytime.
"That's something you'll always remember, huh, Carly? I mean, girls always remember the first one to fuck them, don't they?" he asked, feeling that he was going to be privy to some secret information.
"Yeah, I'll never forget you, Harry. We'll be together a long time, won't we? You wanna fuck every day?"
"Yeah, everyday. But get one of those rubber things. Hey, you still don't pee in bed, do you?"
"No, I stopped when I was just a kid. Do you?"
"You wanna rap in the mouth?"
"Hey, you wanna take a bath together so we can get the blood and your scum off me?"
"Let's just see if something else came on the television, first. And I stopped taking baths when I was a kid. We'll take a shower. All right."-
"All right. Do you love me, Harry."
"I like you, but if you tell anyone that I'll break your neck."
"I won't tell," Carly said as she walked up to the television.
"Hey, you think that this is gonna be one of those real important things, like when Ty Cobb died?"
"Yeah. President Kennedy is much more important than Ty Cobb."
"He is not."
"He is too, Harry. And I feel sorry for him too. Yeeech, shot right in the head and his brains spilled out on Jackie's lap. Yeeech!"
"Is Jackie his wife?"
"Yeah, that's a girl's name too. I'm gonna remember this day the rest of my life, Harry. The first time I ever got fucked!" she said in a wistful tone.
"Me too," Harry said as he turned the television off.
CHAPTER THREE
Carly and Harry continued their young love trysts for another six months, going to her house after school about three times a week. Their young, but fertile minds and the rumors they had heard about what people do when in love and having sex led them to experiment with a number of other positions and methods. This was done mostly on their own initiative, and from their own nine and ten year old inventiveness.
They found that Harry's seventy pound weight advantage over her would not be as much of a handicap if he were on the bottom instead, and that they could receive even better pleasures. They wondered on another occasion what would happen if Harry were to try to "put it in the hole you pee from." Naturally, that did not work, so the next obvious place was "how about your asshole?"
That did work, and it worked very well. "Ooooow, Harry, it feels so funny."
"You look funny like that too, Runt, ooops, I mean, Carly."
"It hurts, but I like that kind of hurt, Harry."
"Your asshole is so tiny, Carly. When are you gonna grow bigger already?"
They both even used the method of Carly's back door more often than her front door.
Carly, due to her constant fears of rejection and her confused emotions had still not outgrown her anal stage of psychological development and being entered from the rear gave her the physical feeling that would complement her emotional and psychological patterns most perfectly.
Naturally, she was unaware of the technical aspects of her need. All that mattered to Carly was that being entered from the rear provided her with a kind of security that she had never felt before. She felt that she could trust Harry and knew that the punishment her little rectum was taking from his thrusts made those awkward, but sensitive feelings was filling some kind of need that dwelled deep within her. She felt that the satisfaction she received from it made up for the neglect and the parental affection she lacked.
About a month after their first cohabitation the two nine year old children, not knowing of what a "blow job" or "pussy eating" meant, discovered for themselves.
"Put your mouth on it."
"Why?"
"I want you too, and I'll break your neck if you don't."
"All right, but you gotta put your mouth in my pussy, too, then."
"Yeeech! you're disgusting, Carly." Eventually, Harry was won over to Carly's desire after she had communicated orally with him a number of times. She finally got up enough courage to swallow his young sperm, after spitting it out of her little mouth the first few times. For swallowing it, Carly was rewarded with the first tentative tongue into her abused, but still pre-pubescent vagina. It took Harry a few more days before Carly was able to convince him that her "slimy crack" didn't taste that bad and explained how much fun it would be for her.
The look of passion on her little nine year old face further helped to convince Harry that he should try to make believe he liked doing it to her as she lay spread-eagled on the bed for him.
Soon Harry began to get tired of her and was being pressured by the guys at school to play on their sports teams. Carly began to beg and plead with him to keep on loving her.
"Shit, Carly. I don't love you. I only say I do when you cry or beg me to. And you better not tell no one that I said that, either."
"I'll let you do anything you want to me, if you keep being my boyfriend and keep fucking me, Harry, please," the little girl had cried on one such occasion, fearing that another rejection was close at hand.
"Can I stick pins into your nipples?"
"No! That would hurt me, and I might get ruined for when I have to give milk!"
"Then I'm gonna stop loving you. I just want to see you cry like a little girl, instead of a boy. And you're not letting me win by enough when we race in the schoolyard. Either you let me hurt your feet so you can't run no more, or I stick pins into your nipples."
"All right, you can stick pins into my nipples, but if it hurts too much and makes me bleed, you gotta stop."
Carly's running was one of the things that kept her from being totally lonely when Harry wasn't around. She was the fastest girl in the six grades of her school by the time she was in the fourth grade, but she still had to lose all the races to Harry and some other boys. She found that running gave her an outlet to her tensions and was a sufficient escape from her fears of being thrown out of her house.
She did let Harry stick pins into her tiny, rudimentary nipples. It did hurt her, too, but she soon found that she liked to be hurt like ' that, especially if it meant keeping Harry around. He wouldn't plunge the sewing needles real deep into her, but just enough to pierce the little dots of hard skin on her chest and give her sharp tinges of pain, and make her cry.
Carly had soon begun to like that as much as being entered from the rumble-seat, or being spanked by her father whenever she was able to get a note sent home because of her conduct.
Her grades in school were very poor, although all of her teachers had told her that jhe was not stupid and had a lot more potential.
Eventually, Harry got tired of seeing Carly go through her grimaces and when her tears took longer and longer to come by, he no longer wanted to stick pins into her nipples.
Carly was forced to do it herself, as she was forced to exercise her fingers in her vagina, along with other larger instruments of pleasure, such as coke bottles.
Her vagina began to expand, but not too much, and she on one occasion hurt herself bad enough that she had to be taken to a doctor by her father, one of the few times they ever went anywhere together.
Carly explained the loss of her hymen and the small tear in the elastic-like vaginal wall to a bicycle-seat accident. She received two stitches in there and missed two more days of school. What was more important, she was unable to use her little crack for two weeks until it healed.
Finally, Harry had enough from her and would not listen to her pleas any longer.
"Besides, you're a whore, my brother said, and I like Marilyn now better than you. At least she's starting to get tits. So don't bother me any more, Carly, and if you ever tell anyone that I said I loved you, I'll break your neck."
Carly never really was able to get over that, that is, until Richie, a fifth grader came along, and after Richie, it was Tommy, and after Tommy, it was Jimmy.
She was "Fucking for just you, Jimmy," when she was eleven years old. It was June of 1965 and it was the last day of school.
The teacher was giving out the report cards to the sixth graders, and the classes they would be assigned to in their new Junior High Schools.
The school prom was held the week before, and Carly was escorted by Jimmy, who danced two dances with her and spent the rest of the time smoking cigarettes with the guys in a part of the schoolyard where the teacher couldn't see them. Carly tried to join them, too, to begin smoking, but girls weren't allowed, even , if she would fuck. By that time of the sixth grade, Carly's reputation was that she "put out," but by that time, there were also a few other eleven year old girls that also had that reputation, some true and some not true.
Carly was still the first girl on line and she had not yet had her first period, her menarche, as did some of the other girls in her school, a fact that some of the other jealous girls had taunted her with.
Her lack of development in her pubic area still did not hinder her sex-life, but she was starting to get a little concerned with that. She even stopped sticking pins into her still rudimentary nipples.
Her voice was changing slightly, taking on a throaty or raspy quality, and made her seem somewhat sensuous, even though she was still three inches shy of being five feet tall. The fact that her axillary hairs had begun to grow under her arms did give her some comfort that she was starting to develop properly, but she was still a little anxious for her first period to happen already so she could attract more boys when the resulting bodily developments would happen.
She knew now then that the age of a female's first menstruation could range from nine to seventeen, with the average at twelve, but a day still did not go by when she didn't hope that today would be the day.
When Carly received her report card with all the failing marks on it, she felt a warm feeling inside as she looked at all of the red circles. Then, as everyone was telling each other what class they would be in next term in their new schools, Carly turned her report card over to see who's class she would be in.
What she saw there was something she really didn't expect and didn't want, either.
Carly had gotten left back.
"Mrs. Rafferty, it has a sixth grade class on my report card," Carly said meekly, hoping that it was a mistake. She was already picturing the rage and fury her father would show her when he found out, but she didn't mind that part too much. She knew that she would get the worst beating of her life from him, and she knew that it might be so bad that she might not even like it, but the fact that she would be in a class with all the young kids and the humiliation that comes with being left back is what bothered her. The humiliation had already begun as soon as she asked her teacher about the mistake on the report card.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...." came a number of voices from the unintentionally cruel children.
"You were warned all term, Carly that you'd get left back if you kept up your behavior. You are just not ready for junior high school, we feel."
"Hey, now maybe you won't be the first one on line anymore, Runt!"
"But my father will kill me, Mrs. Raferty," Carly said, trying to keep the tears that were welling up in her eyes from falling down.
"I'm sorry, Carly, you should have thought about that before. Are there any other questions?"
"But Mrs. Raferty, you said I'm not stupid."
"Ha ha ha, stupid, stupid!"
"Oh, leave her alone, Harry," said one girl in her defense.
"Please, Mrs. Raferty, my father will kill me. I'm sorry. Please promote me, please."
"Carly, there is no use talking about it anymore. It's too late now. If I have you in my class next year, maybe you will show that you've gotten more mature. Now, please, Carly. It's not that bad. If you were put into the seventh grade, you'd only fail worse there."
"But, but, Mrs. Raferty,-"
"Hey, Carly's gonna cry, nyaaaaa. Left back, left back, nyaaaa."
The tears came out of Carly's eyes in a steady flow in front of the whole class, a class in which she had earned the reputation of never crying in front of others and was considered to be a tough girl, despite her size.
Her sobs racked her chest. Some kids taunted her, while a few girls tried to comfort her and stop the other's from making fun of her, but that didn't help her too much, feeling that they were just feeling good to be able to show her pity and then make believe that they were not feeling so superior to her.
"You fucking bitch, Mrs. Raferty. You cunt bitch fuck bitch fucking bitch bastard fuck. You fucking fuck! I hate you, I hate everyone, you're all fucking bitch bastards, fucking shit bastard cunt bitch!!"
Everyone backed away from her, including the teacher who let her run herself out and then run out of the class, where she was stopped by a security guard and brought like a loaf of bread, kicking and screaming and crying into the principal's office.
Carly's father was called at his job and he had to come and get her in the school. He apologized to everyone for her, saying that it was hard to bring her up without a mother, but he still didn't know how she had learned those words and why she did so badly in school. It certainly wasn't his fault," he told them and he believed everything he said.
Then he practically dragged her home, not saying one word to her until he got her upstairs.
She ran into her room and buried her head in her pillow.
Her father ordered her out into the kitchen and she finally shuffled out.
He held a strap in his hands, a leather garrison belt he used when he went hunting.
Carly pulled her mini-dress against her back, hoping that the little throw-pillow she put in her panties for preparation would not show.
"How could you embarrass me like that? Do you know what your grandmother will think? Do you know what my friends at work who I told that you're graduating public school are gonna say when they find out you got yourself left back?!!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll graduate next year.
I'll turn over a new leaf. I promise. Please don't hit me."
"How many times have I heard that you're gonna turn over a new leaf?! This time I'm gonna make sure that you do. You're gonna get a beating you'll never forget. You'll never want to make me come up to school again. And where did you learn those words? I didn't even say words like that!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, they just came out when everyone began to make fun of me."
"You're going to write Mrs. Raferty a letter of apology and you're gonna tell her that you'll be the best student in the school next year, and you're gonna mean it!"
"Heck! All right, I will if you don't hit me with the strap, daddy. I'm sorry."
"Who the hell do you think you are to try to make a deal like that with me?! Why the hell did your mother have to die and leave me stuck with you, you rotten kid you!"
"I wish I was the one who died instead, Daddy. I didn't ask to be born!"
"Are you trying to say that your mother's death was a waste? You're gonna get your mouth washed out with soap for that and the words you used, you rotten kid, you!"
He grabbed her arm and brought her into the bathroom where he stuck a bar of soap into her mouth and closed her teeth around it, making her suck on a little piece of wet soap.
She had to spit for twenty minutes in order to get the terrible taste out of her mouth, and she still felt it when she was pulled back into the kitchen.
"Now, take your panties down this time, and prepare to get the worst beating of your life!"
"Daddy, no, please, I'm eleven already, please not without my panties!"
"You should have thought of that before you got yourself left back. Now put your hiney on the chair! Lean over it!"
"Please, Daddy!" she cried and pleaded.
The fact that her father was going to see her naked was also an embarrassment for her, and she understood that that was part of her punishment, like the time the doctor examined her vagina when her father stood there. But at least he backed up her story about the bicycle seat to the somewhat skeptical doctor then.
Carly sunk to her knees and pleaded to him to be hit with her panties on, also because of the pillow she had put inside her panties.
Her father grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to the chair as she began to cry again.
"Take them down!" he yelled as she leaned over the chair on her chest, making her tiny buttocks stick up on the seat of the chair.
She pulled the yellow panties down and the pillow fell out.
"You little cunning brat! That's why you wanted your underpants on!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy." she wept as she turned her head and looked at her tiny white rump, her dress up on her back, and her panties down to just above her knees.
"THWACK!!!"
The hard leather strap stung her on the flesh part of her little cheeks. She hadn't been hit with a strap like that before. She had been spanked on his knee with either the back of a hair brush or his hand, and she had her panties on, but this was a lot different.
She began to wail at the first blow. "THWACK!!!" it landed in a spot not far from the first as her father stood over her and came down with the full force of the doubled up strap on her small derriere.
"Yaaaaaaa, it hurts, it hurts," she screamed.
Her strident ululations seemed to make him do it to her even harder and quicker, Carly felt as blow after blow stung her increasingly sore flesh.
Her tears dripped to the floor. The pain in her began to throb and soon began to get to her nerves as she awaited each stroke of the lash with incredible fear.
She felt as if her skin were being rubbed off, as her voice became hoarse from the crying.
Her flagellation continued as her cry became a long and steady wail of torment.
She began to feel that she had already suffered physical damage to herself to the extent that she would never recover from it. She looked behind her at her quivering, clenched cheeks and saw the red welts that the strap had produced.
The knowledge that she was being maimed made her even more hysterical, and her imagination increased the vision of her mind's eye to think that her bruises were a lot worse than they were. She began to feel the kind of tingling feelings she had when she used to stick the pins into her nipples. She grimaced and grit her teeth, and began to feel sensations inside her body, seemingly running straight to her vagina.
The thought that her father really loved her and that was why he was doing it-gave her some kind of comfort in her agony as she began to accept the stinging, sharp pains in her buttocks.
Even though he didn't tell her "It hurts me more than it hurts you," Carly still felt that her father was receiving some satisfaction from beating her, and that he was right in receiving that satisfaction for the way she had made him miss work and the way that he was going to be embarrassed in front of his friends.
She felt now that she did deserve everything that was coming to her, for the words she used and for the things she had done with all those boys who helped to show her what those words meant.
Carly began to feel that she was a very despicable little girl and that her punishment was the best thing that could have happened to her. She saw it as a sign of affection on her father's part and accepted his affection without a trace of hatred for him as the punishment continued.
She was holding the legs of the chair tightly as each stroke of the belt landed squarely on her haunch and those tingling feelings inside her became even more intense, helping to counteract the pain, and make it more bearable. She still felt the pain, but she began to get used to it and almost enjoy the pain because of the other sensations it was producing in her.
She felt terrible urges to stick her hands underneath her and rub her vagina, but she still had enough rational left to know that if she did something like that, her father might really throw her out and have her put away.
Finally, the beating stopped, after close to fifty strokes of the belt.
Carly lay on the chair for a few minutes as her father went and got some salve for her. She knew that her vagina had gotten wet from her involuntary stimulation and naturally didn't want her father to see.
She looked again at her two small nates and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't the bloody mess she thought it was. It was red all over and there were a number of welts to excite her in a strange way, but she figured correctly that they would heal in time.
Her father gave her a jar of Vaseline and ordered her into her room without television and no television for a week.
She waddled into her room, letting her dress cover her front so her father wouldn't see the drops of dew on the smooth skin of her puckering furrow.
She applied the salve as gently as she could, but it still hurt her when she touched it as she looked at herself in a mirror.
She had to sleep on her belly that night after laying in her room doing absolutely nothing for four hours, making it seem like a prison to her after awhile.
She tried to think about some of the things she had done and all the sex she had had and vowed never to be bad again. However, she stopped herself from thinking about it when she also thought about the positive affects of the affection that brought her.
She fingered herself to sleep that night and the night after that. It took her a whole week before she was able to sit without feeling intense pain. It took another few months before the welts healed and her red, sore, and tender little buttocks returned to their normal shade of whiteness, losing her present boyfriend, Jimmy, in the interim.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next school term that began in September of 1965, Carly did turn over a new leaf. Her new pattern of behavior lasted for almost two months, just after her first report card with the best marks she had ever gotten.
Even though she was a year older than most of the other kids in her class, Carly was still one of the smallest, although she was now the third smallest girl, rather than the first.
She felt and acted like a big shot in her school because she had been there already and everyone knew that she went out with boys in junior high school. She didn't even deny the false rumor that she went out with boys in high school, fifteen and sixteen year olds.
It was common, knowledge among all the sixth graders that Carly "put out" and she helped to keep up that reputation, teaching some of the younger boys the facts of life, in return for some affection, although she wasn't able to hold a boy for a month or two.
The first note of that term was sent home to her father, explaining that an irate parent found out that Carly had told her daughter exactly how babies were produced and used colorful language to explain the procedure.
Carly was again beaten for that, but fortunately, she was allowed to keep her panties on and only a hairbrush was used to give her ten strokes. She had to deny to her father that she was no longer a virgin and told him that she would wait until she was married before losing her chastity.
She knew that something like that might perhaps cause him to really throw her out. Carly knew that if he ever found out that she had been having sex since she was nine and had done just about everything in the book, he would have her put in a reform school, with mean teachers and no affection or love at all.
Worse than that, the reform school would have no boys in it, she had heard from one of the fifteen year old girls on her block, and they would force her into having sex with other girls, something which twelve year old Carly considered a totally despicable thing.
However, a few months after the first note, her father was called into the school again because Carly had tried to set a fire in one of the girl's bathrooms.
Among the things that Carly learned during her second try at the sixth grade was the word "rejection." She had looked it up in a dictionary, even, when it came across as one of her vocabulary words. She also knew that it was used to mean "that when a boy asks a girl out, and the girl says no, then the boy is rejected," she explained to the teacher.
"Carly never says no," was a remark that some kid yelled out and was ignored by her and the teacher.
However, Carly also learned and understood the meaning of the word as a concept and how rejection was the story of her life, either by her father, or by her numerous boyfriends and even by girls who were pressured by all of their peers or their parents into discarding little Carly as a friend.
In an amusement park some time after she learned the word, she was playing this basketball table game, and when a shot was blocked a big red light would flash and the word "REJECTION" would blink on and off in big red letters and a bell would ring.
That image stuck with Carly, and whenever she felt that she was about to be rejected those blinking lights and the bells and the flashing word would ring in her head.
She soon found that things like starting fires in the bathroom were not good enough to get the right kind of attention from her father. All that happened was that she was suspended from school for a week and she heard the most terrible acceptance of her conduct from her father.
"I'm not gonna beat you anymore, Carly. It doesn't do any good. I'm through with you. You're just a rotten kid and there isn't anything else I can do to change you!"
"You don't love me no more, Daddy?"
"No, I don't," he told her resignedly. "I'm still responsible for you because you're under age, and then I'll be through with you."
"Are you going to put me away?"
"That will be the next step, Carly. I'm sorry but it's not my fault, Carly. Maybe if your mother were around things would have been different. You're still my flesh and blood, but I wish that weren't the case."
"I'll be good, Daddy. I promise. I'll never do nothing bad no more."
"I've heard that before."
Carly did manage to get promoted and she even went through the seventh grade without failing enough subjects to keep her behind. She went on to the eighth grade still living in the same apartment with her father.
Her last boyfriend had dumped her right before the start of the new school year.
"Yeah, sure you put out for me, Carly, but well, we can be friends if you want."
"We can't be lovers, Bobby?" Carly asked, as the red lights and bells were going off in her head.
"I know you think you love me, Carly, but you don't. I mean, you know that all I want from you is to get in your panties and you don't care."
-"I do care, I do care, Bobby. I want affection from you. I want you to hug me and squeeze me and kiss me."
"Yeah, but it's not like real love, Carly. I mean, it's hard to explain, but all you do is think that you can trade your pussy off for kisses and hugging, but that's not what liking people are about. I've met a girl who knows what liking people are about, Carly, and I'm sorry."
"Please, please, Bobby. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, please, I need you, you can beat me, or kick me or do whatever you want to me, please?"
"I don't wanna beat you. Please, don't make a scene out of it, Carly. I'm sorry."
"You fucking cocksucker. I hate you. I never liked you. All you were was a temporary thing when I was hard up and you were never any good in bed, you prick!"
"Shit, you little tramp. What the fuck you think you were!" Bobby yelled back at her. "And you got a body like my little brother, you flat chested little bastard! I'm glad it ended this way. Now I ain't gotta feel sorry for you when I walk with Susan and see you! I tried to break it to you nice, but I know you'd show your true colors, you fucking little fucking tramp! Whore! Slut!!"
Carly, who had just turned fourteen, looked at this next of perhaps twenty boyfriends she had gone through. Most of her affairs had ended something like that. Most of the times it was another girl that caused it to end, although Carly didn't realize that it was she who unwittingly drove them to look for other girls. She didn't realize that her demands for their time and all of their affection had caused them to want out. She had heard that from a number of them, but she was unable to control herself and when the first talk of "you want too much from me" began, the rejection lights would light up in her head and cause her to get even more possessive.
Even though she was a year older than most of her fellow eighth graders, she didn't look it. She was still an inch shy of five feet, and weighed eighty five pounds.
She was still waiting for her first period and the onset of her puberty.
Besides the turmoil of her constant rejection, her long awaited for physical maturity caused her great difficulties. She was very pretty, she knew, often staring at herself in the mirror for a half hour and looking at her face. She had very blue eyes and honey-colored hair and her bone structure was very prominent. She was even more pretty now than cute, she had been told, but her chest was still as flat as her-'belly and the only pubic hairs she had in abundance were under her armpits, which she didn't shave for a long time, just so other kids might think that she was physically mature.
Her nipples were a little more sensitive to the touch and had increased slightly in size, but not enough to make a noticeable difference. She knew that she could wear a jock strap with a banana and two grapes and would be able to pass for a boy, especially since she had made the mistake of getting a short-pixie cut as her beautician said would make her cute features come out better.
When she wore dungarees she was often mistaken for a boy, and had once been propositioned by some old man who liked, "pretty young blond boys."
She began to wear dresses more often, and had taken to wearing brassieres stuffed with foam rubber or cotton. That wasn't much help either, since she had to take showers in the school with the other girls in her gym class and her false front was noticed by. them, and if the boys didn't already know, they would soon find out by the girl's telling them that Carly wore falsies.
" She took to wearing undershirts again, and endured the taunts and insults that followed with "you wanna find out what kind of a woman I am," or "shit, you wanna suck on my nipples and you'll see that it gets me just as hot with some fat slob with gigantic tits." There was no such thing as someone asking Carly to screw them and she refusing. She didn't play hard to get at all. She kept on hoping that each guy who did it to her would be the right one. However, although she realized that her reputation had gotten so bad, no one would want to be seen with her for fear of being ridiculed by his peers for going out with the "school slut."
Still, little Carly felt that being screwed by someone just for the hell of it was better than nothing, even if there were no pretenses of the love and affection she still craved.
Carly kept on doing her running whenever she got a chance, as she was now able to realize that it helped to work off her tensions and was an excellent escape, although there was no girl's track team and she was not allowed to compete with boys, even though she knew she could beat most of them from fifty yards to a quarter of a mile.
During one of her gym classes, Carly bragged that she could beat any guy in the school in a seventy yard race. One of the girls told her boyfriend who told some kid who was real fast.
"What kind of a wager you wanna put on it, Carly?" asked Teddy Miller who was backing the kid who was gonna race her, a black kid she had seen run before and who was on the track team. Carly knew that her best time was better than his. She figured that she could beat him.
They were in the after school center and a lot of other kids were standing around.
"Money, you mean?" Carly asked. She looked around and felt good that she was the center of attention again.
Even the girls were on her side now.
"Yeah, well back you, Carly. We can get up ten or twenty dollars," said Susan, who was now going steady with one of the boys who had ditched Carly.
"Twenty dollars then," Carly told them.
"Tell you what, Carly. There are eight of us here! We'll put up five dollars each that says George can beat you against your twenty. But you gotta go down for every one of us if you lose."
"All right," Carly agreed quickly before all the other girls began to protest, especially since some of their boyfriends would be involved.
"She'd lose on purpose then," more than one person suggested.
"Shit, I could get any of them any time I want," Carly said. I ain't gotta fucking lose on fucking purpose no more. I'll run his ass into the ground."
She was sincere and said it convincingly enough to be believed.
"But what if you do lose? I don't want my boyfriend screwing you."
"I ain't gonna fucking lose, Sharon. Besides, you ain't worried about losing him to me, are you?!"
"To you?! Of course not! You're just a little tramp, Carly. You'd only be a one night stand for him, that's all," Sharon replied and the other girls nodded in agreement.
"If your boyfriend wasn't around here, I'd' scratch your fucking eyes out, Sharon."
"Bullshit! You mean you really don't think you're a tramp, Carly?" Sharon said with a laugh.
The other's all began to laugh at Carly too.
"All right, I guess I am," Carly said with a laugh. "But I still don't like no one else to fucking call me that. I'm fucking human, too, you know."
"All right, I apologize Carly," Sharon said sarcastically. "And you better win the goddamn race. That's all I got to say for you. You know, if you lose, all us girls are gonna get laughed at."
"I'll win," Carly said.
The race was the next day. A house was made available for Carly in case she lost. Her own house, as a matter-of-fact.
There was a large crowd in the schoolyard and the eight boys were selling their share of the bets to others who wanted in on the action.
There would still only be eight, but they had changed since yesterday.
Carly had convinced the girls that she would win and other girls began to bet some more money. As they got set up on the line, a total of a hundred dollars was on the line, bet by more than fifty people, and they were all watching Carly.
Even though it was cold out, she wore her blue gym shorts as did George, the boy she was racing.
Her long, thin, but tapering legs began to pump and do pre-race calisthenics.
She lined up next to him on the starting line. Seventy yards away a number of other kids were stationed to watch her.
"On your mark! Get set! GO!!"
Carly got a good start and took an early lead. As she heard the screams of the girls and felt her hair flying in the breeze, and seeing the whole crowd watching her, she knew that that was one of her finest moments.
She really tried to win. She tried very hard.
With about twenty yards to go, George caught up to her. She grit her teeth, and stayed even with him, hoping that he would give up. She tried to. put on another burst of speed, but so did George. He got a step ahead of her with five yards to go, and Carly immediately felt herself go limp. He crossed the finish line an obvious winner by about a yard. Right before Carly realized what losing the race meant, her first thoughts were "I just don't have what it takes," knowing that she could have won if she had extended herself a bit more. She even wondered if something had made her lose on purpose.
The girls paid off the boys, and began to curse at Carly and get even more vicious in the names they called her.
Carly offered to pay them back somehow if they would help her to get out of fucking eight guys at once."
"Shit, it's gonna be worth three bucks to see you get your medicine, you flat-chested little tramp!"
"This is gonna cure you of putting out for all our boyfriends once and for all, whore!" the girls told her.
Carly charged one of them and got into a fight before she was pulled off by one of the boys. "We don't want to ruin you before you begin," she was told with a laugh.
"Come on, tramp! Let's go to your house," a girl told her.
"Shit. Ain't no fucking girls gonna come. Just the eight guys and that's it."
Carly was persuaded to let a bunch of girls come and also to allow another five guys to come and watch. Her ego was appealed to and the fact that she may be so good, someone may even want to take her as a girlfriend, a story that Carly's hopes believed may be possible.
She had never done anything like that before, of course, but she knew that she was capable of doing it.
She felt very bad about letting the girls down and losing the race, but she quickly convinced herself that she would really like getting banged one after another.
She figured that all she would have to do would be lay back and enjoy it. Perhaps she might even get them to give her a little affection or kisses for encouragement.
The part about having the girls watch her bothered her, since she knew that they would all make fun of her, but she also figured when they saw how experienced and knowledgeable in the bed she was, she would have her revenge and when the guys that fucked her compared her to their girlfriends, they might have second thoughts about them and choose her for a steady girl.
Thirteen boys and six girls crammed into Carly's bedroom.
"Come on, Carly, strip!" Sharon told her with a sly, sarcastic smile.
"Just shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you, you fat-assed bitch!"
"Bobby, I hope you really put a bad hurting on the little slut!"
Again, Carly had to be restrained from attacking Sharon.
"Well, when do we start?" another guy asked.
"You ain't gonna serve milk and cookies first, are you?" Another teased her.
"Quit stalling and get-your clothes off," a girl, hiding behind a guy told her.
"Just give me a fucking cigarette and I'll be ready," Carly said.
She lit the cigarette and sat down on the crowded bed, trying to get her head into it with all the people watching her. Suddenly it hit her what she had done wrong in the race. Just when the pain began to get to her in the stretch, she had given in to it and refused to bear it. She knew that if she had gotten into the race with the idea of liking the punishment her body would have to endure to win the way she had gotten into the other punishments of her life, including all of the rejections, something else she just discovered, then she would have won.
The idea that her rejections were a punishment to her and the kind of punishment she liked was something new to her.
"Hey," she said, looking at the now small cigarette, "you think you can get George to give it another go. I'll put up all the money myself, as much as you want. I know I can beat him."
"Where you gonna get the money from?"
"I'll get it!"
"Well, girls?" one of the boys asked.
"Shit, she'll probably give up again like she did, the little tramp. I lost enough money on her."
"I know what I did wrong. I'll win. I promise. But they don't have to back me. I'll get the money. You wanna make it a hundred bucks?"
"Yeah, you know where she's gonna get the money from, the little hooker!" said a knowing girl.
"Shit, she'll have to do fifty screws to get a hundred, with the body she got," laughed another.
"You get the money up, Carly, and we'll get George to race you again," answered the guy who had originally started it, Teddy Miller, who didn't give up his share on her and was going to go first.
"I'll put some money on Carly," a loyal girl said. "If she's able to move her legs after this," she added with a laugh.
"Well, are you ready yet, Carly?"
"Wait! What about the second race?"
"Sure, as soon as you finish paying off this one."
Carly tried to argue her way out of it, but she was only able to convince two of the more sensitive girls, and of course they had no say in the matter.
They soon began to chant for Carly to strip.
With a deep sigh, Carly accepted her defeat and took her sneakers off to a deep round of pleasing applause.
"Shit, why the fuck did I have to wear an undershirt today," she said with a laugh, as she took her sweatshirt off to another round of laughs and some more applause.
She tried to ignore the cracks the girls were making, as she began to peel her jeans that covered her gym shorts off.
"Hey, guys, you suck on her' chest and you might want to turn queer!"
"Look, you bitch, Carly yelled as she stood there in her blue gym shorts and her undershirt, her arms akimbo, "you think you got more feeling in your fat fucking boobs than me? You take your shirt off and let them suck on our tits and we'll see who likes it better, you fat bitch!"
"What tits?" the girl responded with a laugh. "Fuck yourself, will you!" Carly answered as she took her shorts off and whistles and cheers began.
She pulled her undershirt off next and even raised her hands over her head and squeezed her tight flesh around her chest, and made her pink nipples protrude a little more. Her nipples were no longer the size of a little boy's, but they were also not very large like most of the other girls who had had their menarche already.
She looked around and saw that there was some excitement on a lot of the faces of the guys. Her chest was very white and slim and she knew that she was conveying some kind of sexy appeal to them as they looked at her slim, but long and shapely, tapering legs. She knew that her face was very feminine and pretty along with her natural blonde hair, a fact that she returned in a taunt to a girl with bleached blonde hair, and reminded all of the girls taunting her that she was prettier than all of them, even with her tiny titties and she dared any of the guys or girls to tell her different.
No one did, although, one said, ""Too bad they can't fuck your face."
Standing only in her panties and getting everyone used to her nakedness and feeling great pride and joy at exposing herself like that in front of everyone, she was reminded of something by the last crack.
"Look, any guy that wants a blow job instead of a fuck, that's fucking all right with me!" she said proudly.
Some of the girls encouraged their boyfriends to take that instead "So we can see the little tramp on her knees."
"And so they won't know that you don't know how to make love at all," Carly added. "Shit, what the fuck do you know about love, tramp! All you think love is is getting on your back or your knees!" another girl retorted. Of the six girls there, four of them were giving off with a steady stream of insults at Carly.
The other two, sympathetic to her, stopped sticking up for her, when they saw that no one else was and didn't want to be left out, although they were kind enough not to insult her with the others-
"What about with-her cheeks spread? That's what love is to Tier, too!" another girl remarked.
"Shit, all you fucking bitches just piss me off!" Carly yelled. "I'm fucking human and have feelings, too, you know. All right, you wanna hear me say it. Fuck! I'll say it. I know I'm "a fucking tramp and a slut and whatever else you fucking think of me, but I can still feel love. I wanna be in love. I do, but I just can't help being the way I am. All right? Are you all fucking happy now?"
No one said anything. For a whole minute no one insulted her. However, no one was willing to acknowledge that Carly was a human female capable of having feelings just like them and wanted to be loved, even more than they did, and her reasons were even more valid then theirs.
"All right, listen, guys, if you wanna do it up my ass, instead of a blow job or the regular way, that's cool, too. Jesus, will you fucking girls shut the fuck up so I can say something. Listen, I'll try three of you at once just to get it over with. One in my mouth, one in my cunt and another in my asshole!"
Carly then pulled her panties down and, and ignoring the girls laughing at her "baby girl looking vagina" with her four blonde pubic hairs, climbed on the bed and sat with her legs open on the headboard, caressing the insides of her thighs.
"You make me feel ashamed of being a female, Carly," said one of the girls who was on her side at the beginning.
"Why don't you cover yourself, Carly, and stop doing that. Please!" said another girl as Carly began to finger herself while the boys were discussing the order they were going to use.
Carly stuck her finger all the way up her not so little crack and then flicked the moisture at the girl who had just taunted her.
"Hey, Sharon, you think your tits are prettier than mine? Man, look at this chest I got, mmmmmmm," Carly said and she began to caress the pectoral region of her body, running her palms over her nipples and pulling them and making them get bigger and darker than the light, pale pink.
The boys who weren't going to have her watched her put on the little extra show for them as she sat high up above them on the headboard of her bed. Their tongues were hanging out and their pants were either bulging, or being covered by their hands.
"Hey? Timmy, I'll give you ten bucks for your turn on her!" said one.
Two of the other five guys also began to bargain with the eight who were trying to decide the order they were going to go in and what it was they wanted from her.
"Shit, Hey, I'll save you a few bucks. Give me eight, and I'll give you a turn after them!" Carly said, her voice now showing signs of passion, and her lips and face also turning them on, much to the dismay of the other girls.
"She's a sick little tramp," one girl said out loud. Carly flicked her wet finger at her and laughed.
"She's soaking all this up like she's the star attraction of a freak show or something," another girl said, trying to look at the naked little girl with pity.
Carly bent over and showed her her asshole. She was kicked and tumbled over. She again attacked another girl, and was pulled off by four guys who took their time about it, getting in a lot of feels from Carly.
"Shit, my pussy is nice and lubricated for you guys, already. What the fuck is taking so long?" she said. She lay down in the bed, threw the cover off and invited the other guys to feel her, which they readily did, pawing all over her.
"We only got four rubbers, Carly, and no one wants to use a used one," one of the eight guys said. Now there were ten, and as the other three began to move their hands all over her naked, supine body, they asked if they could owe her the rest and gave her small down payments.
"Shit, what the fuck you need rubbers for? I ain't gonna get pregnant. I ain't even had my first fucking period yet!" Carly yelled at them with a laugh.
"Shit, I'll show you guys what making love without rubbers is really like. Come on, all ready. Man, I'm as horny as a motherfucker, guys. Shit, I'm gonna start already. You! What's your name?"
"Frank!"
"Well, Frank," Carly said to the tall redheaded kid rubbing her nipple between his fingers. "Climb on board. You want a blow job, back door, or the regular way?"
"That's all right," he answered with a little-embarrassment. "I'll wait my turn. I don't wanna start no fights or nothing."
"Carly, haven't you any pride at all. You're worse than an animal!" a girl told her.
"This is my fucking pride, bitch!" Carly said and. showed them the pink velvet between her legs, spreading her smooth lips apart with her fingers.
Teddy finally came up to her. He threw the cover over her, and then climbed into the bed with her, fully dressed.
"Jesus, Teddy, you don't have to be so much of a show-off," Carly 'said with a sarcastic laugh as he mounted her and then pulled his pants down, hidden by the cover.
Carly reached under and felt a flaccid cock. She understood that the guys really were not as brave now as they were when they first made the deal with her.
She wanted to yell it out to everyone that he couldn't get it up, but she also felt that it was somehow her fault, and that if a guy couldn't get it up, it was because she was not attractive enough for him.
While she began to massage and squeeze Teddy's limp tool the way she had found in her long experience to be the best way she made a little announcement to try to get the other guys into doing it to her with some more confidence.
"Look, in case any of you guys are virgins, I'll show you how to do it and I won't let no one know. I'll make new men out of alia you's. Just don't be scared of little old me. I love you all," Carly said as she felt Teddy's tool.
"Hey, Teddy, now I remember you," Carly said with a laugh as he got his hardness back. There were a number of other laughs too, but they were now with Carly instead of at her.
Carly wrapped her legs around his pulled down pants at the hips as he looked into her eyes and told her thank you with his lips. She guided it into him, and the fourteen year old boy thrust his young lance into her waiting, receptive receptacle.
"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh!!!" Carly moaned, putting it on a little extra, throwing her hands around his back and holding him tight as he happily went up and down on her to the accompaniment of her moans, and the chanting encouragement of the other guys, "Go! GO! GO Teddy GO!!"
The other girls moved to a comer of the room and tried to make believe they weren't watching, but their forced conversations were punctuated by a lot of "What's" and "huh's" as they watched Carly fucking Teddy, and then the rest of them.
The fact that everyone was watching her, and knowing what a real woman she was turned Carly on even more. The fact that she wasn't even into maturity yet no longer bothered her as she received the first pleasure.
She really put it on, although she was really filled with passion anyway, but she screamed and yelled and moaned and licked her lips and grimaced and held his back under the blankets and pumped her own little body up to make it better for him.
"Hey, look how long he gotta take," a few of the guys began to yell, as Teddy was getting the thrill of his life by pumping up and down on her, a fact that Carly realized and was aware that whatever he did do with Sharon was nothing like what he was doing now. Carly did look at Sharon once and saw the anger and jealousy on her face. Carly knew that Sharon knew that Carly was able to tell a lot about her from the way that Teddy was fucking with her.
"Teddy, take your time, man, it don't gotta be so fast, mmmmm, I love this. You're terrific, Teddy, slow down, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh!"
"I'm coming," Teddy yelled as his instincts were unable to take Carly's sage advice and was unable to slow down the rapid movements he had generated. Carly, who was very used to this sort of thing by now, was still able to feel a lot of pleasure from it, even though it wasn't the greatest screwing she had ever got.
The stimulation of her clitoris by his deep and rapid thrusts into her wasn't prolonged nearly enough to give her the kind of satisfaction she wanted, but she didn't let him know that, of course.
She did like it, naturally, and she did feel her sexual passions aroused with a great intensity. Her moans as he shot his rapid-fire bursts into her reverberated around the atmosphere, also getting the girls a little more jealous and envious of her because they never felt the things that Carly seemed to be feeling.
If the other girls watching her did suspect that she was putting it on, they knew better than to tell the boys that because they knew that they would never be able to convince them that they weren't really that macho enough to turn the little girl on like that.
He looked into her baby blues and kissed her tenderly on her lips.
"Teddy!!" Sharon screamed.
Teddy's face turned a few shades of red when he realized that he kissed her from instinct. He quickly pulled his pants up and got off the bed.
"Jesus, fucking Sharon. I'm a fucking human too. You know he's gonna go back to you. You can't let him kiss me once."
"All right, go kiss her, Teddy," Sharon agreed, seeing that Carly was sincere in her plea and feeling some sympathy to her.
"Forget it," Carly said. "Oh fuck it. I ain't got no fucking pride anyway. Come here and kiss me, Teddy," she said and threw the covers off her and held her arms out as Teddy glared at Sharon for making Carly act like that and then walked over to her.
He kneeled over on the bed and lay his body on top of her, putting his lips to hers and keeping them there for a minute, as they rolled their lips around together, until Teddy finally had to come up for air.
"Wow!" Carly said and looked at him with a lot of admiration.
Teddy smiled at her and pinched her cheek affectionately.
"You were great, Teddy," she said sincerely, feeling glad to take any small sign of affection.
Teddy walked back to Sharon who immediately put her arm around him very possessively.
"Shit, Sharon. You really ain't gotta worry about me stealing him."
"I ain't, you worthless little dog!"
Teddy smacked Sharon in her face.
Carly got out of her bed then, and walked up the two of them, still in her pretty little birthday suit. "Hey, Sharon, Teddy. Damn, I didn't mean to start that between you two. Look, Teddy, she's right what she said about me. Now you'll even be able to make love to her better cause of this. See?" Carly told them in a calm tone.
Teddy apologized to Sharon and kissed her. "Fuck, the next time anyone calls Carly a tramp, they're gonna have to answer to me."
"I'm a tramp!" Carly yelled, producing a lot of laughter among the others, and even Sharon laughed with her. It was as if she had come to accept her position as "Carly the Tramp," like the way other kids get nicknames such as "Red" or "Stretch" because of some characteristic they had."
"Hey, would someone please go into my bathroom and bring me a wet towel'!!"
Three guys ran and got her a towel. She wiped her smooth fatty part of the top of her vagina and used a corner of the towel to get inside as they all watched her. She even made a joke about her four hairs, as one of the girls brought that up again. She counted them and showed them that it wasn't three, but four, and reminded them all that she was a year older than most of them, despite her "little baby girl physique" the way she herself put it.
"All right, who's next?" Carly asked as she sat up in the bed and her eyes scanned the group, focusing on a tall black kid, the only black kid there. George, the one she ran against was not one of the participants.
"Hey, nigger. How about you. I hear that you supposed to have a cock twelve inches long!"
As soon as Carly said that word, there was a big silence in the room.
"Hey, you better not call me a nigger, or I'll forget you're a girl and smack you one!!"
"Hey, yeah! That's a good idea, nigger. Anyone who would rather take five shots at my ass, if you can find it," she added with a giggle, turning around and bending over to show them how tiny her ass was, "or one smack in my face instead of a fuck can do that," she continued. Then she paused and turned back to black John. "That cool with you, nigger?"
"Man, Carly, I feel muther-fucking sorry for you that you like this!"
"Shit, at least it's better than not feeling nothing for me, John," she admitted with a forced laugh, knowing that it was the truth.
"Come on, ain't there no one who just wants to kiss me and hug me for fifteen minutes. Huh? Look, you all fucking feel sorry for me, but all I need is some loving," there were no takers and the rejection lights were going on in her head again. She realized that she had made them feel kind of awkward by the last part of her encouragement.
"That's the story of my life. All right, come on already guys. I got a pussy full of fun for you, and I'm gonna make each and every one of you fucking guys happy. Don't all crowd me at once. Just step right into my orifice!" she said with a laugh and opened up her pink, juicy hole for them.
"Carly, you really wanna get your ass and face smacked, I'll do it for you!" said Susan, the girl who was now going with Bobby, a guy Carly had once gone with for a few weeks. "You wanna fight me, Susan?"
"Shit, I know you're like a fucking little animal when you fight." v
"All right, hey, Susan, I got a great idea. How about I give Bobby a blow job and you whack at my ass? I would really dig that!"
"You probably would, you sick little bastard."
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"Hey, did I say you could call me that. You better be careful of me, Susan before I rip your shirt open and get everyone excited!"
"That's something you wish you were able to do, little girl."
"You're right, Susan. I wish I had tits like yours. And I wish I had your boyfriend. Now you gonna smack my ass while I suck him off," Carly sad, walking out of her bed again towards Bobby and Susan, as Susan backed off. .
Carly walked up to Bobby. She got on her knees. She began to open his pants. "Oh, forgot," she added with a giggle and she crouched forward, sticking her ass up in the air towards Susan.
"Hey, Carly, come on, huh?" Bobby said as she pulled his zipper down and began to stick her fingers into his pants.
"Come on, Bobby. You know you ain't got nothing to be ashamed about. I sucked you off before when we were going together. Man, you remember how we broke up and I cursed you out and you cursed me out and told me how much better Susan was than me. Now you can get some revenge in on me, and Susan can smack me. Come on, Bobby. You'll dig it, and no one will make fun of you."
"Why are you doing this, Carly?" Bobby asked her as she began to caress his man-sized tool inside his pants.
"Shit, I thought we went through all this already, Bobby. Weren't you paying attention?"
"Do it, Bobby. Do it. I'll make her little ass sting, the lousy little perverted whore!" Susan yelled.
Carly rubbed her pussy and rolled her eyes at Susan.
"Fuck! She's a fucking lesbian, too?!" another girl yelled.
"That's one thing I ain't tried yet. Hey, Susan, you're about the prettiest girl here, next to me, of course. Uh, no, forget it, I ain't that hard up."
Everyone began to laugh at Susan.
"Shit, I would puke if you ever tried to make love to me. You are the most disgusting thing I ever seen, Clinton!"
Carly smiled knowingly at her. She pulled Bobby's underpants down, and his erection came bouncing out, producing giggles and turns of the heads from the other girls, and even Bobby got a little embarrassed.
Carly looked at the five other girls. "Come on, girls. You got to see what a cock looks like sometime. You ain't all gonna be virgins the rest of your lives, you know."
The bed was crowded with people who were watching her.
She put her mouth over Bobby's organ. "Ooooow! Oh my God!!" came a chorus of mixed emotions when she did that.
She held Bobby by his boyish buttocks and slowly began to lubricate his seven inch pole with her knowing tongue, moving up and down on him very slowly at first. Bobby emitted a few moans from his lips and grabbed the back of Carly's head, helping her to go down on him and using her to hold onto at the same time.
With her eyes, she looked up at his face, a mouthful of his cock, and she winked at him, letting him know that it was just like old times.
She began to twirl her tongue around the sensitive rim of his rod while moving up and down on his, and she began to knead his balls with her fingers.
She went a little faster. Bobby held her head tightly and began to moan and groan accordingly.
Then Susan came up behind her, and seeing that Carly had sunk to her knees again, grabbed her ass, using the towel so everyone could see she wasn't touching her.
"Don't Susan," Sharon and another girl pleaded.
"That little bitch wanted it," Susan said as she looked at Carly sucking off her boyfriend. She raised Carly's taut, tiny ass off her feet.
Carly, feeling the hot, pulsating rod in her mouth, understood what Susan was going to do.
She felt that this kind of punishment was something she really needed. She knew it would teach her a great lesson, and would really humiliate her completely as she pushed Bobby back a little, her head still bobbing up and down around his hot young harpoon.
Having the hated girlfriend of a boy who dumped her seeing him suck his cock and then smack her ass real hard was about the worst thing that Carly had ever dreamt possible. She remembered the revenge she wanted to get on Susan when Bobby first told her. Being in the subservient position she was in now and she being agreeable to it, made Carly realize with even more intensity that punishment like this was her way of alleviating the guilt feelings she had about the way she had let her life go so loosely.
"THWACK!!" the surprise of the rolled up towel stung Carly's little cheeks, and left a red mark on it. Her head and body fell forward, almost causing her to gag on the hot instrument in her mouth.
Bobby braced her as he saw it coming, and held her upright.
"THWACK!!!" the towel again stung her tender tiny nates, leaving another red mark on her.
She felt her pussy tingling from the sensations. She took one hand from Bobby's balls and began to rub herself, moving her head and tongue even faster around his cock, seeing that Bobby was turned on by that spectacle also.
His moans and groans came out of him reluctantly, Carly was able to tell, knowing that he was ashamed to show that he was receiving pleasure from Susan smacking her ass.
"Stop, stop that Susan," he panted.
Susan, her lips clenched in anger, jealousy and hatred for the little girl let loose with her hardest smack with the towel, sending her flying into Bobby, and causing him to shoot his hot, pellets of gravy into her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yesssss, yessss, Carly, ooooooow!!!!!" he moaned, as he pulled her hair and brought her into him.
"Mmmmmmm," Carly sighed, her mouth still on his ejaculating ejaculator and the vibrations producing even more pleasurable effects in him.
"His aching balls now were almost too much for him to take and he had to pull out, not permitting Carly to swallow and savor all of his briny, acidic juices, causing some of it to drip down her chin.
Susan was pulled away from Carly by two other girls, and smiled triumphantly at the crowd as Carly staggered to her feet.
She wobbled over to the bed, and sat down, immediately jumping up again, when the pain in her ass stung her.
She licked her lips, showing the white still on her tongue.
"Water, please, and a fresh wet towel!"
She was brought her needs quickly.
She swallowed the water down, leaning against a wall, and then wiped her face, getting some assistance by Sharon, who was now feeling very sorry for Carly, as were a lot of the others.
She looked behind her at her ass, and saw the three red marks.
"Shit, Susan, look what you did. I didn't tell you to use a towel. I should kick your ass for that, damn, you fucking bitch, now it hurts to sit," Carly said as she sat down again and felt the sting but she was able to grin and bear it."
"All right, what's next on the list. Wait a second, Susan. I don't think I should let you get away with that. I'm gonna kick your ass, you bitch!"
Carly advanced toward her.
Bobby, who had pulled his pants back up, now stepped in between Carly and Susan, with a little help from Susan, who hid behind Bobby.
"I should let you beat her ass, Carly, I know she deserves it, but I can't."
Carly belted him in the stomach, causing him to double over momentarily, and rushed past him, and got at Susan.
However, just before Bobby was able to recover, amidst some laughing by his peers at him for the way he had gone down from the blow of the little girl, Carly got a big shock.
She grabbed Susan's arms, thinking that the tall, curvy girl knew nothing about fighting.
However, at 5'7" and 129 pounds, Susan really didn't have to know that much about fighting to grab the naked Carly and fling her to the floor, along with a hard smack in her face.
Susan, surprising herself, and feeling that she was entitled to really do some damage to Carly for the way she had tricked her into believing that she could kick her ass anytime she wanted, jumped on her and sitting on her chest, and pinning her arms down, began to smack her back and forth across her face, laughing hysterically, until Bobby pulled her off the little girl.
Carly curled up into a little naked ball on the floor, and covered her face. Her body was heaving in and out. No one comforted her. She was glad, too, because then they would realize that she wasn't crying, but laughing, and then they would really think that she was sick and perhaps wouldn't talk to her anymore.
She finally did get up, wiping her red eyes.
"Jesus, Susan, why the fuck didn't you tell me you knew how to throw a punch I Damn, you're really a fucking tigress when you're mad. All right, guys, who's next?"
Susan had just stared at Carly. Carly knew that she was now feeling terrible for the way she had just acted, showing her claws to everyone the way Carly's most inner and base desires were coming out.
Carly's perceptions told her that this thing was a lot more than everyone bargained for. She realized that everyone's emotions and their thoughts were going through lots of changes.
No one answered her when she called for, next. s
"Hey, I've only had two of you. There's still about ten more guys. Come on guys, don't you wanna get fucked by an expert? Come on, step right into my orifice!"
She lay back on the bed and spread her juicy hairless seam wide open.
They all looked at her, and no one said anything. Apparently, they all realized, Carly figured correctly, that even though they would get shown a real good time by her, that they just couldn't take any more advantage of her.
"I gotta split," said the tall redheaded guy.
"Hey, hey, uh Frank. Just hug me, please, just give me a little affectionate squeeze before you leave."
"Yeah, go ahead, Frank," John told him as he began to put his coat on.
Frank picked her up and showing only the emotion of pity and awkwardness hugged her and squeezed her, lifting her off the floor. She put her lips to his and he responded a little until she tried to shove her tongue down his throat, He let her drop to the floor, and only a few snickers were left to laugh at her.
Frank apologized.
"Hey, isn't there anyone left who feels sorry enough for me to kiss me or love me?"
There were no takers. The party was over.
Alone, Carly sat in her bed, fingering herself and crying and laughing at the same time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carly was not given another shot at winning the dash against George. Just about all of the people who were in on the last race wanted no part of her anymore. "You bring out the worst in us, Carly," she was told.
Carly found another clique or group of kids to hang around with, but she was soon nicknamed "Leech" along with Tramp. After many subtle hints that caused the red lights and bells of REJECTION to go off in her head, she was finally told by one of the braver members of her new group to "Get lost!"
Richard Nixon was elected President on the day that Carly forced herself into a different group of kids, older ones, where she had to prove that she could do whatever any of the other girls in the quasi-gang could do. Naturally, she proved it, spreading her legs at the slightest provocation. She tried real hard to gain acceptance, and had to act as tough as she ever had, but even though she did help them to set fires to old houses and even rob a grocery store, her need for affection, something that was too soft and sentimental for the eighteen year old tough guys with knives and tattoos caused her to be ostracized from that group, even.
She found herself a complete outcast eventually. No one wanted her, it seemed.
Although Carly did feel a strange type of turn on by the way she felt so alienated from everyone else, she still was unable to cope with it very well. Naturally, she became desperately lonely, and had only her sweet smooth little delta to comfort her.
She even lost her desire to keep on running, and her path to self-destruction was made a little clearer for her as she spent many of her lone hours by herself.
She soon found a dog on the streets, and was actually able to hide it from her father for three days. For a short while, the fifteen year old girl found a kind of happiness she had never had in her whole , life with the German Shepherd mutt.
The dog, whom she named Happy returned the love that Carly bestowed upon it. She soon found ways to get Happy to satisfy her physical needs.
They fed on each other's open mouths and a little butter on her back door was good enough to get the male canine to enter it.
After bathing Happy once, she knew that his engorged animal brawn was good enough for her.
It was very good!
When her father found out about the dog, Carly pleaded as she had never begged before to be able to keep it. She promised everything and she kept her word to study and stop fooling around, something which her father had found out due to her increasing reputation. She no longer received beatings from him. She no longer received spoken words from him, either, only money to buy food and a room in his house until she was eighteen and old enough to be thrown out, something Lou Clinton "looked forward to very much."
Two weeks after Carly acquired Happy, he was gone. "It ran away," her father explained.
Carly's breakdown at that point included telling her father how he had "fucked up her whole life," and "what a evil fucking man you are," and "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it."
She had no friends, no dog, and felt the isolation and alienation her every waking moment. She began to sleep twelve hours a day.
She still tried to get people to like her, and if they showed that they didn't like her, she tried to get them to hate her, and punish her.
She naturally became very desperate when she found that a love or hate affair never lasted longer than a few days, a week at the most.
Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, in July of 1970, she took a subway train up to Harlem. She wore pink denim shorts and a green halter, a halter that still had nothing to halt. Her long blonde hair hung tantalizingly down her back when at midnight she walked to the crowded corner of 125 Street and Lenox Avenue, the heart of Harlem.
"You're all a bunch of fucking niggers!!!!" she yelled over and over.
Her plan did not work as she had expected it would. All she received was a black eye from a fat black women, and a trip to the police station where she stayed overnight and fined $50 for harassment and disturbing the peace.
Her father paid the fine, and brought her home. She was sent to a psychiatrist, and immediately exposed herself to him.
She demanded to be put away, but "with other people like me."
She was told that if there were other people like her, she would hate that even worse than the freedom she now had.
After three visits to the shrink, Carly's father stopped letting her go because there was no noticeable difference in her behavior and it was costing him too much money for "someone not worth two cents."
In September of that year, Carly's desperation was intensified even more. She, at the age of sixteen was repeating the ninth grade over again, and was two years older than most of her classmates.
However, she still could pass for twelve, and for a boy. She even went to the beach topless on a few occasions just to see what would happen. Nothing happened, except for a few girls who probably wanted to look at the nice young boy.
Lesbianism was about the only thing that Carly had not tried yet. She had told herself that she must have at least one moral or one thing that she could do that was right, and would not be offensive to people's morals, so Carly did her best to try not to become involved with other girls in a sapphic relationship.
Although her legs were very feminine and her face very pretty, she was unable to maintain a relationship with a boy for a long time. She tried twelve year olds and even seduced one of her father's forty-five year old co-workers.
She was very tempted to try to pick up one of the girls on the beach when she went topless, and even though she saw that a lot of the girls would look at her and put an extra little wiggle on for her, thinking that she was a good-looking fourteen year old boy, she refrained from acting out on her impulses, even though she had a lot of fun imagining what the girl would do when she found out that the things in between their legs were the same.
Later that month, Carly went to a major league baseball game by herself.
In the seventh inning, she walked down to the box seats and stood at the railing. She took off her raincoat and, completely naked, ran onto the field, running around the players as the twenty thousand people in the stands cheered her. She finally squatted down on the pitcher's mound and did her thing as the police closed in in her.
"Finally, she's out of my hands," her father said in court when she was sentenced to spend six months in a girl's reformatory. The reason she was not taken to a mental institution was because when the cops came to get her, she dug her nails into one of their faces, and bloodied him, and caused him to have eye problems.
Assault and battery on a police officer was obviously the more severe of her crimes, so she was tried for that.
It was a loosely run place in a small town in upstate New York where Carly Clinton, number B-669042-54 was sent.
After a short talk with the warden, Carly was introduced to the other girls in the reformatory for fourteen to eighteen year olds. That is, she was introduced to them by means of having to strip in front of ten of them and put in a cold shower to wash the lice off her. "Hey, Toni, she's a young one."
"Mmmmm, look at that blonde little bush, a natural, mmmmm, she's gonna be a fine little chicken, Mikki."
"Her hairs aren't even all in yet. Mmmmmm, look at that."
"Look at that chest, not a bump on her, oooow, and check out her lips. I'm gonna love them eating my pussy out."
Carly heard all that as she shivered in the shower.
The matron gave her a towel and left her with her new crew.
"Look, you fucking dykes," the naked and shivering little girl began, "I been around as much as any of you, and ain't one of you gonna see the day when I put my mouth on your smelly cunts!!"
For that, Carly was promptly forced on her knees and found her face in the black bush of the biggest and toughest girl in her block.
Her arms twisted behind her by two others, her head pushed forward by another girl, her calves sat on by another, her hair pulled back at the same time her nose and mouth stuffed into the fishy fragrant valley of a muscular, hairy bull-dyke, little Carly was ordered to "EAT!!"
But Carly would not eat. As Michelle, "Mikki" Taylor pointed out, "Owwwwwww, the little bitch bit me!!!"
A knee in her flat, curvy little belly doubled Carly over. Her faced was slapped around.
Carly told herself that she would take everything they could give her, knowing that she would win respect and would be able to receive a better type of affection from the other girls in her wing if she showed them how much she could endure. She showed them, although they all did their best to make Carly eat.
It became a thing to break her, not just to get some girls some pleasure from the young chicken who had just joined them, but a contest of wills and vicious sexual abuse upon Carly to show her that Mikki Taylor could find even worse punishments for Carly that Carly would not be able to withstand and accept.
After the knee in her gut knocked the wind out of her, her limp body was put on a chair, her knees on the seat and her throat on the top of the back. She was held down securely and given a chance to get her breath back.
A scissors was held in front of her eyes.
"You gonna eat?"
"I'm as hard as fucking nails, you fucking ugly dykes!"
"Cut her hair off!"
"Noooo, please, Jesus, you're a bunch of sick fucking bastards."
"You gonna eat me?"
"And me?"
"And me?"
"And me?"
"Every day!"
"Whenever we tell you to!!"
"Cut my fucking hair off!!!"
They did, making her long honey blonde tresses accumulate into a pretty blonde mat on the floor.
"Now, you're not too pretty for us, you little bitch!" She was shown her new hair-do in a mirror.
She. cried, as she looked at her short, butchered crop of blonde, and was allowed to feel her head.
She felt like she had just been deprived of her most sexual feminine possession. Her tears plummeted to the floor beneath her, wetting her shorn gold locks.
She saw that she looked like some little kid with a unkempt 1950's crewcut. She knew that her looks would no longer help her to get by. The irrevocable mass of hair laying on the floor under her face was the evidence. Like a limb that has just been cut from a body was the way that Carly looked at her hair.
However, she was still able to feel the pleasure of the punishment. She knew that it was one of the worst things to ever happen to her, and she felt that it was right and just that it should happen to her. She knew that she deserved it and was thankful for the fact that people cared enough to make her able to cry. j.-"Are you ready to eat yet? We're just gonna keep doing things to you until you accept it, my pretty!"
"Keep on going!" Carly yelled, her sensuous, throaty voice breaking with her tears and sobs.
"Shave her!!"
She was even deprived of the little fuzz she had remaining. White shaving cream was put on her head and then' a razor was carefully stroked along her skull.
"Hey, look at that, will you? She still looks kind of cute, even with a baldie!!"
Carly realized it too. Although she did feel that she looked terribly freaky, she saw that there was a certain kind of cuteness about her perfectly white and round skull. She had a few bumps and indentations on her skull, but that only made her seem to have a kind of toughness that added to her cuteness.
Next, she was threatened with having her pubic floss removed by the razor's edge.
She dared them to do it. They took her dare, and as she was held down by five girls, her sparse patches of yellow down were removed, making her as hairless there as she was a few years ago. Her whole body was lacking hair. Her smooth vagina was then fingered and pawed over by at least five different pairs of hands and a gag was stuffed in her mouth.
Then a broomstick was placed over her spreadeagled body and the obvious intentions of what the girls were going to do with it were made clear to Carly. She was also given an opportunity to get out of "A very unpleasant feeling!!" y
"Shit! I thought you fucking sadists were really gonna hurt me!!"
""Jesus, Mikki, I do gotta hand it to her. She is tough!!"
That brought a smile to Carly's face. She felt like she looked like a cartoon character such as "Caspar the Friendly Ghost" or "Henry" but she knew that whatever they did to her much-abused vagina she would be able to take.
"Oooooow, ohhhhhh, yooooou, you're ruining me!!!! It's in too deep!!! Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhh, yieeeeee!!!!!!"
She was unable to move. Trickles of blood seeped out of her crack when they finished with her.
She spent two days in the reformatory's hospital, receiving a butchered job of patchwork, causing her to have a very large, sloppy orifice.
She explained her new "hair-do" to the prison officials as "her own weird tastes," and said that she "Just got too fucking horny after a whole two days without a guy, so I stuffed a cock bottle up my snatch. "Any more stupid questions?"
When she was returned to her group, Carly had won the respect of most of them, and they were divided into two groups, those that were on her side and those that were on Mikki's side.
Mikki made one more attempt on her to get her to twirl her little tongue in her juicy domain.
In order to prevent a chaos among the ten girls in her wing, Carly allowed herself to be placed down on a table in the closed carpentry shop a few nights later.
Mikki rubbed her nipples raw with sandpaper, first producing the most pleasurable tingling feelings for the supine, but not bound Carly, and then the most excruciating pain she had ever had the pleasure of feeling.
She proved to them all that she was able to endure it without covering up, and could take as much as Mikki wanted to give.
She only asked for a gag to comfort her so her screams wouldn't bring the matrons.
Mikki rubbed the sixteen year old's nipples until they were soft and raw, her hard pink skin rubbed off at the tips of both nipples. The passions and the pains helped to give Carly the comfort and security she needed in her ordeal and helped to clear the road even more on her path of self-destruction.
Finally, Mikki was unable to take any more if it.
She got to her knees, offering the bruised and battered bald girl some ointment and then proceeded to gently caress Carly's young, but sore, tender, and experienced little delta with her tongue.
Carly found herself in the position of being able to command anything from the other girls, even hugging and kissing on the lips. However, she was not completely satisfied, although she was feeling better than she had ever felt before in her life. The attention and the respect the other girls gave to Carly affected her greatly, and made her very happy, but she knew that there was still something lacking.
As her wounds healed and her hair began to grow again, Carly again took on the physical form of nymphet beauty she had possessed upon arriving.
She was still a quarter inch shy of being five feet tall, and weighed ninety pounds, a realization that Carly knew would not change the rest of her life. She was still awaiting her first menstrual flow, four months shy of her seventeenth birthday.
Her figure, as she had one of her slaves measure it was a beautiful 29-17-27. She was mostly legs and rib cage, and her nimble, athletic qualities soon returned to her, when she was given a chance to show that she could spot any girl in the whole reformatory, including all of the black girls, ten yards in a hundred yard race and still win.
However, she found that although she could command the girls to smother her with kisses and squeeze her and lick her all over, she could not command them to want her and need her and bestow real love on her.
She tried giving up her right to Queen the ten of them, and had them all lay on their beds next to each other, their legs spread wide open and proceeded down the line of them, with her twirling lapping tongue as she kneeled.
Whereas, before, she had commanded Mikki to shave her legs and let her hair grow out into a feminine style, she now let Mikki become her master, and she was ordered to let her own legs grow their normal hair.
Her hair was parted on the side and cut into a most masculine style.
When the pretty blonde frizzy fluff on her sleek legs began to come in, Carly found herself enjoying the role of a passive bull-dyke.
She realized that the affection she was now getting from the girls was better than when she ruled them.
She also noticed that one of the greatest qualities she had was her ability to adapt to most any situation and group, even if it didn't last long.
Because 'of her attitude, and because of some of the things that Carly did in the reformatory, she was given another six months. She spent her seventeenth birthday there.
Shorty after her birthday, in August of 1971, Carly was called into the office of the new warden, who told Carly that she would not be like the other warden. She believed that rehabilitation and not punishment was the main thing to stress to the girls there.
Carly was forced to sit in the new warden's office, while she got to the root of Carly's problem, and she did.
Carly found herself admitting to her that "the only reason that I don't kill myself is because I can still laugh and still cry, even if I do that in the wrong order," and "there's still a chance that I might find someone who can really love me," Carly admitted to the receptive warden, tears in her deep azure eyes.
"If you look for it and know what you're looking for, Carly, you will find it. I'm sure there is love out there. There must be," the warden told the sobbing seventeen year old in a wistful voice, revealing to Carly something about her own personal life.
Carly opened up completely and told her all of the incredible things that happened to her from the time she found her father in the room with the hooker.
When the warden conveyed the proper sympathy for Carly and then began to talk to her "as a woman to another woman," Carly began to giggle.
"Is something the matter, baby?"
"I'm having my period now," Carly laughed as she looked down at the stain forming on her green prison garb.
CHAPTER SIX
Carly did her best to try to live up to the expectations of the nice new warden, Miss Hallie Brady. She tried to be a good girl and not let the other girls make fun of her, and she kept all of her appointments with the psychological counselor. Of course, by that time, Carly's neuroses had branched out into so many directions, to cure her completely was an impossible task, but she did try her best to see what her hangups were in analytical isolation and then try to fix them. She began to understand her need for punishment and how it related to her need for affection and sex and how her father had fit in.
As the months passed by, Carly also had the new experience of a little once a month visitor who came knocking at her door.
With the rather late onset of her puberty, Carly developed "The most beautiful little tits you'll ever see, Mikki," in the shape and size of half little-neck clams.
She was a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday when she was released in the custody of her mother's spinster sister.
Carly got a job as a waitress and took courses in the night to get her high-school diploma.
She actually turned down a lot of offers where she worked as a waitress in a Flushing, Queens diner.
However, there was one offer she felt was serious and dated a man, finally letting him have her "tunnel that a train could fit in now."
Carly hoped that it would be the real thing, and even told him her true life story which he accepted with a combination of disbelief and surprising acceptance.
However, when he finally told her that he liked her a lot, but his wife would sue him for divorce and take the kids if he didn't stop seeing her, he graciously bowed out of Carly's life. Although Carly began to feel a relapse coming on, and the red lights and bells of "Rejection" lighting up inside her, she told herself that it really wasn't her fault this time and then told the thirty year old man who had given her many gifts that she understood.
However, the thought that she was "Just a born loser" kept cropping up in Carly's head. However, she remembered what Miss Brady told her about such negative thoughts and how to deal with them.
She thought she understood what Miss Brady and her psychological counselor meant. She told herself that her last little affair would not break her and she wouldn't allow herself to dwell on feelings of self-pity and self-destruction.
On her nineteenth birthday, in July of 1973, Carly received her equivalency high school diploma in the mail.
At that time, her present lover was a thirty year old female social worker whom she lived with.
Carly had never been so happy in her life as she was then.
"You've gotten so mellow, Carly baby," Fawn Rainbow told her as they lay in their love bed that night.
Carly's diploma was put in a frame and placed next to the master's degree that the beautiful black Fawn had earned.
Carly was taking a course in court reporting and felt that she would soon be ready to apply for a job, especially with her diploma.
As their tongues intertwined and their hot breath flowed out of their flared nostrils, the two feminine beauties grasped each other and undulated their trim bodies together on their common bed.
Little Carly was as trim and taut as she ever was, her breasts as pert and firm and beautiful as Fawn had ever seen, she was told. Still the size of grapes, Fawn nestled her wise face in Carly's cleavage, and licked her pink nipples and areola's, while Carly ran her hands over the incurvation of Fawn's coffee-colored spine, telling her that "I still can't believe that you're everything I've ever wanted in a person, Fawn."
"Baby, baby, baby, you're the prettiest little girl I've ever know. I can't go through a day without thinking about you, and seeing your eyes in front of me."
"Fawn, please tell me that this is the real thing, that if were both weren't females that we'd be married."
Fawn lifted her lips from Carly's sensitive and erect nipples. "Baby, if you really want to try to buck the system and get a marriage license, I'm willing."
Carly buried her face into Fawn's firm, large elongated breasts and cried.
Carly told her that it wasn't necessary, and that even if they won such a case in court, it would only bring them trouble. There was a little argument, and they agreed to put it off for some other time for discussion.
Fawn lay on her back and pulled Carly on top of her hot curvy figure, Carly's left breast falling into her pulpy wet mouth.
The tall, sleek woman wrapped her smooth, curvy tapering thighs around Carly's diminutive hips and squeezed her, pressing their two fertile moist crescents together, heating them up, producing the mingling of their blonde and black floss and the mingling of their puckering furrows and the mingling and blending of their love and passions. Their love, only a "Physical expression of the way we feel about each other," as Fawn had told her mature, yet emotional little lover, was what gave Carly the satisfaction and the impetus to carry on, and made up for everything else that ever happened bad to me, Fawnie."
Fawn drew her cheeks in around Carly's nipple, nipping first one and then the other with her lips, pulling on her large pink buttons with her wet brown lips, as they undulated their bodies together in a soft rhythmic, pleasure-producing harmony.
Fawn grinded Carly's healthy passion erect nipples between her teeth, very lightly of course, and provided a mild hysteria of electrifying, effervescent euphoria for the young little blonde woman.
"Ohhhhh, mmmmm, bite it, bite it hard hurt me, Fawn, hurt me, ohhhhh," the impassioned nineteen year old pleaded.
Her senses dulled from the feel of the pleasure, her thoughts only thinking about the feelings that they were able to produce in each other, Carly's inner feelings of her yearning for punishment escaped from the deep recesses of her past.
Fawn immediately went limp, and helped Carly off her.
Standing up in front of the slightly surprised little blonde bundle of joyous femininity, Fawn looked down at Carly, her arms akimbo.
"What?!" she stated.
Fawn knew all about Carly's past and as a social worker was assigned to Carly's case when she was a parole officer.
"I couldn't help it, Fawn. I didn't know what I was saying, please don't hold it against me. I just wanted to feel a little pain. I love you so much, please don't leave me, please, I don't know what I'd do."
Fawn sat next to her and caressed her lips with her deft fingers while she spoke in a soft voice to Carly.
"Baby, you know that I love you. Please, never think that I'd leave you. It's just that if I did hurt you even a little bit, you know how you are, Carly, you'd start to like it too much, and you'd be off again," Fawn said and kissed her eyelid.
"You're right, Fawn. I guess I'm like an alcoholic who needs only one little social drink to get triggered back to the full habit, huh?"'
"Exactly, my child. You'll make it, Carly. You have more stuff working inside you than anyone I've ever known. You'll get through," Fawn said as Carly tilted her head back, a beatific smile on her face, her white throat bared for Fawn Rainbow.
She put her mouth over Carly's throat and kissed it and sucked on it, while Carly's fingers traced the curvy path down Fawn's trim body and gently manipulated her fingers around Fawn's melonous fluff and her fertile delta.
Like two gazelles, the two feminine creatures climbed around their bodies so their faces were directly over their ripe valleys, their love-arrows slowing insinuating themselves into their moist soil and plucking their fertile fruits from each other.
Their most inner of lips were engorged fully, turning from pink to red with the stimulation of their pigmented lips and their flitting, flickering love-darts. Their little pleasure buttons had swelled to thrice their size as they lay on top of each other as if they were one, their hands cradling the smalls of their backs, their legs spread trustingly open, not a care in the world except to give pleasure to their loved one.
Their fragrant, piquant pulp oozed out of their outlets and were immediately lapped up by their curled tongues.
Carly's unnaturally large door had of course, by now, healed completely, and she took great 'pleasure from Fawn's flitting tongue entering it and dwelling inside her, flitting it back and forth against her elastic pinkness like the wings of a cicada.
The hot nectar emanating from their velvety flesh was only the physical manifestation of their torrential ecstasy that their feelings felt.
The filtering atmosphere they had created filtered through every pore of their essence, their hot bellies breathing out and up and down on each other, while their elixirs continued to seep out.
Feeling as if they were both on the same plane at the same point in time, resting comfortable on the tiniest grain of sand in the universe, their hot, melting passions rippled through their quivering bodies with paroxysm of volcanic heat, causing them to lose all sense of time and space, only feeling what they felt at each moment of their orgasms, each moment seeming as if it were an eternity of pleasure.
As they lay on their common canopied bed in their luxurious two room apartment in the upper-class section of Bayside, Queens, they finally rolled off each other and lay next to each other, side by side, their arms around their shoulders.
The communicated with their eyes, as they looked at each other, and knew everything that they were telling each other.
"What's that noise in the kitchen, Fawnie?"
"The cat, I guess. I'll go see if she knocked anything over."
"Oh, silly Missy," Fawn chirped.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Missy, their cuddly Siamese cat, did knock over her water dish, but only to get out of the way of the two cat burglars.
The pussy that the two thieves were after, however, soon changed from jewels of glass to jewels of flesh upon the discovery of the two beautiful females and the state Of dress that they were in.
Although they had never been anything other than thieves, their booty this time was altered somewhat.
Turning from professional burglars to vicious brutal rapists in a matter of minutes upon the sight of the "most beautiful cunts I ever seen!!" they proceeded to promptly violate the two terribly frightened females.
Their screams were muffled by the thick' walls and the louder they screamed and the more they struggled, the harder they were brought to terms with their invasion.
It was as if their identities were penetrated and infiltrated, making it much worse than a bump on the head. It was not just a physical sensation for the two women, but it was severe mental anguish and humiliation as well, as all rapes must be.
They didn't use the two voluptuous females at the same time.
Carly was the first and a knife was placed at Fawn's throat by the other crazed demoniac, who at the sight of the naked bodies of the women felt their aching brawn thrust out inside their pants.
Fawn was forced to watch her still recovering little girl, and her pleas to do it to her instead and everything else only titillated them more when they saw the desperation in Fawn's eyes.
The largesse of Carly's aperture and her figure of Lilliputian dimensions excited the one to the extent that as he violated her, he kept calling her his "little girl" in ugly sounding rasps of passion.
Carly found herself in the position of being given unwanted sexual passion, and her troubled mind was unable to-take the punishment upon her person without regressing back to her old states, despite Fawn's screams for her to try to ignore her old feelings.
Seeing the rat-like creature on top of her, pumping his hard bone into her very tender canyon of pleasure and feeling his chapped lips nipping her recently bloomed buds, Carly was unable to resist.
"Bite my fucking nipple off, you cocksucker. I'm gonna kill you if I ever get out of this, ohhhhh, goddamn it, hurt me, hurt me, tear my fucking cunt open, you fucking ugly bastard, ohhhhhhhh!!!!!"
He hurt her.
Tears were streaming down Fawn's cheeks as she watched Carly regress.
When it was Fawn's turn, the knife at her chest was not good enough to keep Carly from interfering. She let the frightened and surprised man prick her erect bud and she fingered herself at the feel of it.
As she watched her lover humiliated, Carly felt changes of joy and despair surging through her body, occasionally letting out a little giggle when one of Fawn's screams penetrated her ears, and then pounding her face with her fists and pulling her hair when she realized what she was doing.
Besides being a rapist and a cat burglar, it was soon found out that they were also racists and hated any perversion of any kind, lesbianism among them.
Fawn's face was bruised and battered from the pummeling she received after she was impaled on the tool of his nee trade, and her sate of turmoil only enable her to pick up a few sounds such as "the little crazy one wants to give us blow jobs. She really wants to," and Fawn's blurred vision saw something shortly thereafter that would remain with her the rest of her life, hearing Carly tell the man who raped her, "Daddy, let me put your cock in my mouth."
Fawn saw the other terrified man flee as Carly finally revenged herself and did to him what she wanted to do to her father.
Although Fawn Rainbow had counseled many rape victims and told them how to cope with it after, as part of her job, she was selling then, and not buying.
She herself was unable to cope with it, and a month vacation did not help her much.
Carly was unable to comfort her and Fawn could only scream at the sight of Carly, who immediately began to hear the bells and red lights again.
Carly was also placed in a hospital, but of course, no charges were filed against her, and she was finally released.
Without the only person in the world to have ever loved her the way she wanted to be loved, Carly's will was not strong enough to resist the temptation.
She rationalized that she was trying to find someone else, as meat after meat entered her hole and cleft after cleft caressed her tongue.
. The black and blue marks on her body soon became a natural part of her as did the welts on her back and her almost always tender nipples.
She knew that she was losing her looks because of that, but she soon found herself wanting to become as ugly as possible. She did refrain from letting herself get punished however, when she-felt an onset of will power and found that she was unable to attract as many people as she wanted to.
She found ways to receive punishment that wouldn't leave any marks on her, and was satisfied with that.
Carly did accept gifts on occasion, but she also had to give gifts to some of her suitors, male and female.
Because she did bring in a lot of customers, Carly was given a number of raises at the diner she worked at, and was even given another day off in order to keep her there.
She was punctual, however, and she rarely missed a day of work. They let her work there until her eighth month, after she had been there for over two years. She was given a maternity leave of absence.
It was early August of 1975, a month after her twenty-first birthday that she waddled to the door of her two-room luxury apartment in Forest Hills.
"Carly Clinton?" asked a tall auburn haired woman.
"Yes, you gotta be Dagny Delevan. April told me about you. She said you'd like someone like me. Have a seat, take your clothes off, Dagny and make yourself comfortable," Carly said, holding her hand and tickling Dagny's palm with her finger.
"April said you'd be receptive to me, Carly, but I really didn't believe how receptive," Dagny said with a smile as Carly brought her a drink.
"Well, in my condition, Dagny, it's not easy to find people who are willing to have a little fun with me. I'm perfectly capable of feeling, but this little addition scares them off somewhat, chicks and guys both."
"Well, I just mentioned to April that it might be nice to have some fun with a very pregnant girl, and I've never done anything like this before, but you seem so nice, Carly. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."
"Me, too, Dagny," the rotund Carly said as she unzipped Dagny's dress from the back and ran her hands down the smooth curved, freckled back of the tall redhead.
Dagny placed a tentative hand on Carly's belly, still covered by her terrycloth bathrobe.
"Go ahead, Dagny, touch all you want," Carly said, taking her bathrobe off and standing in her most natural motherly condition. "I'm sorry I can't drink with you, Dagny, but the baby doesn't have a draft card yet."
"I understand, Carly. When is it due?"
"About two weeks," Carly answered as she took Dagny's dress and hung it up in the closet.
"Please, don't walk around too much, Carly. Let me help you into a bed and you'll stay put there."
"You're very nice, Dagny," Carly told her as they walked arm in arm into the bedroom.
"How old are you, Carly?"
"Twenty-one. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
Carly lay back in her bed and looked at the tall pretty woman, still wearing her bra and panties. "You're not ashamed to let me see you, Dagny. You have what appears to be a beautiful figure."
"Oh, let me get this off, baby."
Dagny removed her bra and panties while Carly watched her with admiration, sucking her lips in, keeping her hands folded in front of her large belly.
"Wow, your boobs are so big and round and stay up so nice, Dagny!"
"Thanks," Dagny said and started to get on the bed next to Carly.
"Wait, just let me look at you a little longer. You really excite me, Dagny. You're even a natural redhead, huh?"
"You really make me feel so comfortable, Carly. I can't take my eyes off you, either. How's this?" Dagny asked as she turned around and did a few poses for Carly, flexing her long legs and bending over backwards and holding her breath in, making her chest expand with a most sensuous thrill for Carly.
"You must be a fashion model or something like that, right Dagny?"
"Close. I'm a dancer, and do some modeling on the side.
"How tall are you. I bet you got a foot on me."
"I'm five feet thirteen," Dagny giggled.
Carly laughed with her and held her arms out.
Dagny got into the bed and sat next to Carly.
"Don't be afraid to touch anything, Dagny honey. I guess I can understand your desire for me.
"You're sweet, Carly. I think that this is going to be the beginning of a good friendship," Dagny said as she lightly caressed Carly's milk-heavy breast.
"Well, I try not to think past this one meeting, Dagny. Whatever happens, I guess will happen," Carly said as she placed her hand over Dagny's that was caressing her still small breast, even though it was heavy from the milk and colustrum.
"You mind if I ask you a personal question, Carly?"
"Look, Dagny, I understand that you like me for my shape now. We don't have to get into that love stuff. I understand, honey, really I do. Let's just try to have a good time now, and we'll skip the parts about telling each other about love."
"I didn't mean to get you hostile, Carly. I think you're wrong about that, but I want to have a good time, too. I just wanted to ask you, if you don't mind answering, why you want to have the baby?"
"You really want to know, Dagny? I'll tell you, but my answer might make you a little sick."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, honey. I understand. I was just-curious, thought, why you didn't have an I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
"I didn't have an abortion because I wanted the baby. I have no idea who the father might be, and I don't even know what color it's gonna be, Dagny. I've never been in love before, well, once, but that's a short, sad story.
"I've had a terrible childhood with no love at all, and I've been abused by others and myself all my life. I want this baby because I want him or her to love me, and I will love him or her like no one else I ever loved before. I want my life to have some purpose. All right?"
Dagny just sat next to her and looked at her, her eyes wide open, and a tear finally fell.
Dagny finally told her that she would love her always, but Carly just nodded her head and said "We're here to have fun."
It took another five minutes and another drink before Dagny was able to do to Carly what she wanted to originally.
Carly slithered her rotund avoirdupois into a supine position, her head propped up by a few pillows Dagny placed under her.
On her knees on the bed, leaning over her, Dagny kissed every inch of Carly's girth, and then her legs and her breasts, making her large red pigmented nipples tingle with a most sensitive passion, due to their increased sensitivity from her pregnancy.
Her areolas were dotted with her milk ducts and secondary areolas lay under that, also a florid red color.
Carly held Dagny's neck with her hands as Dagny leaned on her with her hot gentle body and gave her a very titillating going over with her tongue.
"Oh, Carly, your breasts are so beautiful like that. You're the most feminine looking person I've ever seen. I bet your breasts are so tiny when you're not pregnant, I mean, yeah, uh, you know what I mean?"
"I think so, Dagny. You know, I was completely flat-chested until I was seventeen, and the idea of someone telling me that my tits were beautiful was once some hopeless fantasy. I still would like to have tits like yours, though!"
"Oh, don't ever say that, baby. I guess you don't know what it was like for me when I was younger to have boys tell me that they love me just because of two big things hanging off my chest?"
"Ha ha, I guess I never thought of it that way, beautiful. Anyhow, I guess my figure is gonna be shot to hell anyhow once the baby is born. I'm getting blue lines in my legs already and my ass is spreading out in every direction.
"Oh, you'll get most of your figure back, Carly. Don't be so vain. You still have the prettiest little rump, wow, I can fit it in the palm of my hand," Dagny marvelled as she slithered her hand under Carly and felt her soft cheeks, lying only a little in flattering Carly.
"You must really have big hands then, Dagny," Carly laughed.-"Besides, didn't April tell you that I love being insulted?"
"Well, she did say something like that about you being a masochist, but I really didn't believe her. You're not, of course, are you? I mean, if you do like things like S and M, I hope you're not counting on me to do them with you. All I want to do is make love to you, Carly, and I don't care if think love is a four letter word!"
"No comment," Carly said with a laugh and she kissed Dagny on her lips.
Dagny kissed her, leaning on her elbow and placing her face right over Carly, letting her tongue trace smooth gentle circle patterns around Carly's little puckered lips, the color of red-licked candy.
Carly's fingers again found their way to the flaming orange cotton that surrounded Dagny's
"hmmmm, very tight" crevice. Carly ruffled her fingers through her hirsute woolly tuft while Dagny rubbed her cheeks against Carly's sensitive breasts.
"Ooooow, Carly, does that mean something?" Dagny asked excitedly when a yellowish fluid began to seep out of the ducts of her nipples.
"Don't you know what that is, Dagny?" Dagny saw that Carly was smiling and was not worried, but she still shook her head nervously.
"Don't worry, it's not pus," Carly said with a giggle and Dagny slapped her wrist playfully. "That's called colustrum."
"Oh yeah, that's right. I remember reading about that. That's like the precursor to your milk, right?"
"Very good, Dagny. I see you've been taking some sex education courses, huh?"
"I've read a little," Dagny said with a little laugh. She stared at the fluid seeping from Carly's nipples. "Uh, you want me to get a washcloth for you?"
"It doesn't taste bad, but if you're too squeamish, I understand. I do need some milking, though."
Carly squeezed her nipples a little and the yellow color got a little whiter.
"Wow! Wow! Carly, that's the prettiest sight I've ever seen. You mean, you'll really let me have some of your milk?"
"Why waste it?"
Dagny put her mouth over Carly's right breast and sucked on it like she was a baby, swallowing the most natural and healthy kind of milk that nature can create, and enjoying every drop of it.
Carly felt the drawing on her breast with great excitement, and she patted Dagny's head as if she were a baby.
She really liked Dagny, but she was still too used to being left stranded by people she thought she loved to let her think beyond this day in reference to Dagny.
Dagny kept looking into Carly's eyes as she drank from her body, and her cheeks were raised and colored with a beautiful happy floridness, matching the color of her hair, almost.
Carly caressed Dagny all over her milk-white back, feeling her prominent shoulder blades and relishing in her Amazon beauty.
She kneaded Dagny's soft hemispherical breasts, and tweaked her pale pink nipples until they rose up on her chest like large russet pencil erasers.
Dagny's lips were vibrating from her passionate sighing as she looked at Carly and sucked out her milk, tingling Carly at the same time.
She raised her eyebrows quizzically to Carly, and Carly nodded her head with a smile.
Dagny went to her left breast, feeling that the milk in her right one was getting harder to draw out.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," Dagny sighed after each exhilarating inhalation of milk, making Carly's giant nipples tingle her all over.
Dagny caressed the motherly womb of Carly, running her fingertips all over the rotund, smooth skin, making Carly's pores tingle with delight, and even the occasional painful kicks the unborn baby would give her could not hinder the feelings that Carly felt.
Finally, Dagny felt that she was sated on Carly's tasty milk and did not want to take anything that the baby might need, although her supply was perpetually replenishing itself during her pregnancy and for the nursing period after it.
"I hope I didn't drain you or anything, Carly. I didn't, did I?"
"Well, I guess my udders won't need milking for some time, honey. Just give me a few minutes to get my breath back. It weakens you a little, you know."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Carly. I didn't realize," Dagny apologized.
She rubbed Carly's forehead, brushing her voluminous yellow hairs off her face.
"It's nothing to worry about, Dagny. I loved the feel of your lips on me. I just wish my breasts were larger and had more milk to give you."
"I didn't take it all, did I?"
"Of course not, honey. Hey, let's talk about something else. I hate that look of worry on your face. You're so pretty, too. You and April know each other a long time?"
"Well, about five years. We've been lovers since then. We live just like we're married, and with another woman, Melody Ranier. Do you know her?"
"No, I've only met April a few times, but I'm real happy for you, Dagny," Carly said as she ruffled her fingers through Dagny's feathery forest, marvelling over her very large tuft of maiden hairs. At the same time, Dagny was rolling her palm all over Carly's belly, feeling her abdomen and marvelling over her beautifully plump figure, occasionally touching the top of Carly's honey-colored little Mound of Venus.
"She's a dancer like us, Carly. She's so pretty, too. I can't wait until you meet her, and the four of us will really have some fun. Another thing, anytime you need a baby sitter, out of the three of us, I'm sure we'll find the time, even on a moment's notice. Do you have a daycare center or anything picked out yet?"
"I'm checking with some social workers, Dagny. I really appreciate your offer, though, but of course, I won't hold you to it. As I've said, I'm not looking past seeing you beyond today. I'm having a great time with you, though."
"What?" You mean after what we've already experienced together, Carly, you can still tell me that it's not love. Please, Carly. I never want you to leave me. I'll beg you. I love you so much, Carly, please say that you'll want to see me again. I need you, please," Dagny pleaded, tears coming from her eyes as the very surprised Carly put her arms around her and patted her back and told her that she would see her again.
Carly realized from her own experiences that Dagny must have also had something happen in her childhood that would cause her to act in such a way. As far as Carly was concerned all that they did together so far was feel each other up and look at each other's bodies and enjoy looking. She knew that the tingling feelings they gave each other's tits were fun, but to think that all that meant that they were in love was something that Carly felt she had outgrown a long time ago, even though something in the deep recesses of her being told her that she wanted to admit her love for Dagny, but she had been hardened to such and extent and had been fooled so many other times it was almost like a natural instinct with her by now to deny that there was love between two sex partners.
Dagny wiped her eyes and Carly licked her tears away. Trying to change the subject, Carly told her how pretty her bush was and asked her why she was still so tight.
"Well, the widest thing that was ever in me was a finger or a tongue!" Dagny explained with a giggle.
"Seriously," Carly said, refusing to believe what she had just heard.
"Seriously, Carly," Dagny laughed. I have never been with a man before, and I've never even used a dildo."
"I think you're serious, Dagny. That is your cherry I'm feeling, isn't it?"
Dagny tickled Carly's fingers that were probing her.
"I never believed such things were possible. A twenty-three year old virgin!"
"I don't think of myself as a virgin, Carly. It's just that I love women, and women don't have penises."
"That's true," Carly interrupted her. '"But don't you think that you're missing out on
! something, Dagny? I mean, I guess it's nice to have a tight cunt, but how would you know the pleasure you can get by sticking a cock, or a big, thick dildo or a coke bottle in would bring you?"
"I guess it's just one little sacrifice I'll have to make. Really, I don't mind, Carly. I've been driven to heights of passion by April and Melody that I find hard to believe a penis would be better than. I guess I've been turned off by males ever since I found that all they cared about was the size of my cups, even when I was ten years old. Now, I can understand them better, but I just think that females are a lot prettier and more feminine than males and that's where my tastes have led me. Am I making sense, Carly?"
Carly put her hand under her chin and looked at Dagny, a smile beginning to crease her lips. "Yeah, you're making sense, Dagny," she said and then paused. "You're really depriving the men of some real fine cunt, though. That word bothers you, I noticed. I'm sorry, Dagny."
"That's all right, Carly, but I don't use that word myself. I guess it's just too bad for all those men out there who worship my boobs."
"Yeah," Carly sighed as she stuffed her mouth full of Dagny's large left breast and licked it, nipping her nipple with her lips as Dagny squeezed Carly's back tenderly.
Carly came up for air again and they again sat up uncovered in the bed. "We're just about completely opposite in everything, Dagny. I mean, our looks, our thoughts about life, and the things that happened to us."
"But we still have something between us that makes us want and need each other. Right?"
Carly said nothing, only ran her fingers along Dagny's crease, tingling the tall, voluptuous redhead.
"Right, Carly?" Dagny repeated, but with a strong tone, and a noticeable tinge of desperation in her voice.
"But, Dagny. I've been fucked at least five hundred times, maybe a thousand, ever since I was nine. One of my favorite pastimes is sticking pins into my nipples. My cunt, I mean, my vagina is as wide as a fucking, sorry for the French again, but it's as wide and stretched out like-"
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"Stop!" Dagny yelled, cutting Carly off in the middle.
Carly looked at her quizzically, raising her light eyebrows in a wrinkled little arch.
"I'll kill myself if you say another word, Carly! If you don't let me see you again, and again, I'll kill myself!"
"You're as crazy as I am, Dagny. I love you."
Carly listened to Dagny's story about what made her act the way she did, bursting out a couple of times into wild emotional states, after seeming so mellow and calm and girlish the previous moment.
Dagny apologized to Carly for her behavior after explaining the things that happened to her in her childhood and adolescence that made her the way she is today. She explained that she is going to a shrink, and she's getting helped. Dagny also apologized for using suicide as a threat and said that she really would never have done it.
Then, after having Dagny willing listen to her equally incredible history, Carly informed her that her dilated labia minora were very sensitive and in great need of stimulation.
After resisting only because she thought that her very pregnant condition might not be conducive to it, Carly finally assured Dagny that she was in no danger because of her rotund temporary state.
Carly helped to guide the nervous freckled redhead's fingers into her and both of the beautiful women had a good laugh when they came to Carly's hole that was made even larger due to the natural expansion that pregnancy brings.
Dagny straddled Carly and balanced herself with her hands and feet, so as not to lay directly on top of her, and the two of them palpitated their tongues around their pink velvet.
Carly found herself in the position of having to beg off from the passion as it became as intensified as any feeling she had ever felt before.
"That's the first time that ever happened to me, Dagny."
"Oh, it wasn't me, Carly. I guess it's because you're going to have a baby in two weeks that makes you so sensitive."
"Maybe, but, whewwwwwww," she whistled loud threw her teeth, "you sure know your way around in there."
"I've been doing it since I was five, Carly. I should know my way. But I've never really done it to a woman with a vagina like yours."
"Thanks."
They sat around and caressed each other some more, making sure that there wasn't a pore on their bodies that they didn't know, and talked openly about their dreams and ambitions and fears and loves.
Dagny stayed over Carly's house and slept with her, getting up in the middle of the night twice to make sure that Carly was all right and gave her a sponge bath at four in the morning.
Dagny apologized for having to leave at eight the next morning, but Carly told her that she was the only one who would get off in spiting herself to miss opening in a Broadway play as Dagny was going to do that afternoon.
Dagny called her a few times during the day, and yelled at her for going outside to get some groceries. Carly told Dagny that she should go to her own house that night, since her two roommates might get a little jealous of her. Dagny would not hear of that, and she stayed with Carly until she had to be taken to the hospital, only seeing April and Melody when they came to Carly's house, and then the three of them, with Dagny's influence made sure that Carly didn't move, even carrying her to the bathroom.
Of course, Carly invited them to stay and watch her urinate.
While she went through the most wonderful and painful contraction in giving birth, Dagny sat in the waiting room and paced back and forth as if she were the father of the child.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Unknown to Carly at the time of her parturition, a very astute, fastidious and ambitious social worker had gotten on to her case. When he saw Carly's name come up on his records for some pre-natal visits the state paid for, he immediately linked it to her experience with Fawn Rainbow who had once been a colleague of his.
Seeing some headlines and a promotion in his immediate future, the social worker bribed his way into some of Carly Clinton's earlier records, and got all .of them, including her school records and the time she cursed out her sixth grade teacher in a fit of rage ten years ago. Her arrest and prison record were also made available to him.
Especially since Carly was unmarried, the social worker, Elias Thorn, decided that Carly would be unfit to be a mother for a child. He was able to convince a few judges of that, also.
The baby, a seven pound boy, was taken from her. She was not even allowed to nurse it or name it. She was told this a few hours after bearing the infant, and was further humiliated by a nurse and a doctor who told her that her breasts were too small to contain a sufficient amount of milk.
Carly was kept overnight in the hospital, and a suicide watch of three nurses stayed up with her, while she cried and screamed, and tried to break the leather straps that bound her to her bed in order to try to hurt herself again.
She was given psychiatric counseling and was permitted to leave the hospital by herself in a few days, never knowing who adopted her baby. Her case made the papers, but with her record also printed, most of the words were not very favorable for her.
Dagny brought Carly to her house and made some room for the terribly distraught girl with April and Melody also there.
A battery of legal aid lawyers were working for Carly, but they told her that it would be a miracle if they won the case. Carly realized that they really didn't care about winning, just making a few legal points and gain some publicity for their outfit so they could attract more donations and grants.
Carly was very incommunicable for a few weeks, and mostly moped around the house. She had also lost her job as a waitress when the adverse publicity about her was made public.
Although Dagny would not hear of it, Carly was able to talk Melody into whipping her as she got on her hands and knees with no clothes on. Carly assured them that she would be all right after she was whipped, and needed to get it out of her system.
After she was whipped, she launched into a long discourse in front of the three women on why she would have been a terrible mother for the child and how the baby would have grown up hating her.
Then she sighed and asked Dagny if she could make love with her.
While Melody, a tall, thin blonde of twenty-five and April, a pixyish brunette of thirty lay clenched in a sapphic embrace next to Dagny and Carly, Carly asked. "I'm really a mess, huh? My figure is just about shot, isn't it, Dagny?"
"Of course not, Carly. You're still a beautiful little thing."
April looked up at Dagny and smirked. "Oh, tell her what she wants to hear, Dagny. Don't you know Carly by now? She'll never change," April said.
"Yeah," Carly said with a laugh, and April and Melody laughed with her. They both understood that it really wasn't that serious or sick of Carly to want to be doing things like that.
"Carly, your ass is really getting flabby, and you better watch your belly too. I thought your breasts were too tiny to droop, but they're starting. Uh, what else?" Melody said.
"Her legs," April reminded her.
"But we all still love you, Carly, and they're just putting it on extra. I still can't figure why you want to think of yourself like that," Dagny told her as she kissed her large pink nipples, still sensitive and containing the ducts for her milk to pass through.
Two weeks later, Carly was married.
She had received a number of letters, most of them hate-mail that was unsigned. She did receive a few sympathetic notes, and she even received a few donations totaling close to a hundred dollars.
One of the letters Carly received was a twelve page handwritten thing from someone who called himself Martin "Crazy" Kaplan.
In explaining why he thought that what happened to Carly was one of the most atrocious things he had ever heard of, placing the culpa not on' her but on society, he also told her that he thought that he, himself was a lot like her, and asked her to marry him, telling her that all she had to do was call him up and say "yes," and they could work backwards from there.
Carly said, "yes."
They were married a few weeks later, and Carly went to live with Crazy in his apartment in Brooklyn, not far from where she used to live. Crazy was a writer of pulp fiction, and earned enough to support her.
Carly soon found out that Crazy had really earned the nickname he carried on his back.
He recited a little poem to her one time that summed up their relationship pretty well.
"There was a sadistic man And he had a masochistic wife.
He beat her all the time And they lived a happy life!"
There was a lot of love between them, and they never tried to hurt each other from anger, only for pleasure. Crazy helped to show her that she shouldn't try to repress her impulses when she was around him, and she didn't.
"I'm as healthy inside as I've ever been, Crazy," she told him once.
Carly also continued to see Dagny and her other two friends. On a number of occasions the five of them engaged in a kaleidoscope of passion, although Dagny's desire not to have anything wider than a finger or a tongue inside her was respected.
Carly soon began to run again, but not competitively, and she did other exercises to help get her figure back to the state where Crazy helped to convince her that she was beautiful.
As her wrists were tied to her ankles and Crazy shoved his engorged brawn into her little bumhole one evening, his panting insults were interrupted by a remark that Carly had made.
Despite the pain and the pleasure of her bound, immobilized position, and the wonderful feelings of humiliation that permeated her body for this temporary little session, Carly mentioned how a psychiatrist once mentioned to her that the root of her problems was that she wanted to have been a boy instead of a girl.
"You had to get that in there, didn't you? How the fuck you think I'm gonna feel if you think you're a boy and what would that make me? Oooooow, I'm burning inside, ahhhhhh, you got the cutest little ass, you stupid runt!!"
"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhh, I like it so much, Crazy," Carly panted, her forehead pressed against the mattress, her soft, round little cheeks sticking up in the air. "I know I'm a female, Crazy, that shrink was full of shit. I'm just a normal, healthy young woman. Oooooooow, ahhhhhh, that feels so goooooood!" The movement inside her rectum gave her the most sensitive, yet awkward feelings she had had in a long time. "I'm just being myself, and I don't give a shit what kind of label someone wants to stick on me, ohhhhhh, I'm having an orgasm, Crazy, oooooow, ahhhhh, yessss."
"Ohhhhh, I love you so much, Crazy. Oooow, ooooow, ooooow, we're all fucked up. I'm fucked up, you're fucked up, President Ford is fucked up. Everyone is fucked up!"
"His hands gripping her soft little breasts to help bear his aching spear, Crazy leaned over her on the bed, his missile still secured in her poop-chute.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, ahhhhhhhh! I love you, too!!!"
The hot pellets of his white stew were propelled into her, and she struggled with the thick ropes binding her feet and hands, causing her to feel the burning, titillating pleasure inside her hot, frisky little body.
Her succulent sap oozed out of her pulpy slit, as Crazy slithered out of her, and brought the little ball of fun onto his chest as he lay down, spent, on the bed. He insinuated his fibrous, flexible tongue into her large moist hole and lapped up the residue of her saline honey juice.
Then he untied her and they kissed.
On that cold winter day of late January in 1977, twenty-two year old Carly Clinton Kaplan needed no blankets or clothes to heat her up.
They looked into each other's eyes and knew that they were both satisfied with their ideal mate.
"You're everything I ever wanted in a man, Crazy," she murmured as she lay spread-eagled on the bed, Crazy caressing her pink nipples and running his fingertips along her breasts.
"Listen, I got some bad news for you. I'm in love with Melody and we're gonna get married once you give me a divorce."
"Oh shut up, you imbecile," Carly giggled as she put her hands over Crazy's and helped him to knead her breasts.
"Oh, I forgot. The inauguration is tomorrow. We'll have to put it off for another day," Crazy laughed.
"Well, they better not take Superman off the air for that," Carly said.
"Hey, Carly, what's that?" Crazy asked as he kneaded her breasts and felt a little hard thing in her flesh.
"Oh, that's just my lump," Carly said with a sardonic laugh.
Meanwhile, Dagny Delevan, the beautiful redheaded dancer, in order to earn a little extra money was instructing and tutoring fifteen year old Muffin Mayberry some of the latest modern dance techniques.
The two girls were wearing black leotards as they practiced some movements in Muffin's home. "Muffin, if you're serious about your dancing, you will practice and exercise your legs to condition yourself. That's the most important part of a dancer's body, you know."
"But wouldn't my legs get muscular, Miss Delevan?"
"Are you more concerned with dancing or your looks, Muffin?" Dagny said sternly.
Muffin blushed a little.
"Oh, you teenagers are so vain," Dagny huffed and smiled at the young girl.
"All right, I'll do the exercises more often. You really think I have talent for dancing, Miss Delevan?"
"Well, I think you do have, a lot of natural talent, Muffin, even if you started kind of late. You know, I was four years old when I began to take it seriously, and. I still have a lot to learn. Don't worry-about your legs becoming muscular, either. They can be strong without being muscular. Look, are my legs muscular?" twenty-five year old Dagny asked and lifted , one of her long, shapely legs out for Muffin to inspect.
"Oh, no, of course, not, Miss Delevan. You have really great legs. Yeah, I guess they don't get muscular. Are my legs too short, do you think, yours are so long," the blonde teenager asked, and stretched out one of her lean, shapely legs.
"No, of course, not, Muffin. You have the perfect body for a dancer. Your breasts aren't too large to get in the way like mine sometimes do, and your hips aren't too big, either. I guess if I were built like you, I might have been a star by now," Dagny said wistfully.
"Gee, Miss Delevan, you're a great dancer, and you're really beautiful, too. My breasts aren't too small, are they?"
Dagny put her arm around Muffin's shoulder and laughed.
"Baby, don't you know that there's no such thing as breasts that are too small?" Dagny asked with a laugh. An image of Carly came to Dagny's mind then, and of all the great fun that she and Carly had together.
"Can I talk personal with you, Miss Delevan, like a girl to a woman?"
"Sure, baby, our lesson is over for today anyway. And call me Dagny."
"All right, Dagny," Muffin said with a giggle. "Urn, I wanted to ask you something about sex, all right?"
"Well, I guess you can ask me, but I'm not sure if I'd know the answer."
"Well, it's about boys. I'm still a virgin, Dagny, but there's this boy who I really like, and he keeps asking me to you know."
"Well, do you want to?"
"Well, I really don't know if I want to. We've only made out before, and I'm not sure if I should yet? I want to be certain that the first one I give my body to really loves me. Do you think that's important, Dagny. Did your first one love you?"
Dagny blushed a little. "Should I be completely honest with you, Muffin?"
"Oh, yes, Dagny. Please, I think I know what you're going to say, but I can take it."
"What am T going to say, Muffin?" Dagny asked. She smiled at Muffin as they sat next to each other on a couch.
"That your first one didn't love you, but you liked it anyway?" Muffin asked.
"No, Muffin," Dagny said with a giggle. "What?" Muffin asked, also giggling.
"Well, baby, I've never been with a man myself," Dagny admitted to the fifteen year old.
Muffin's eyes bulged out and then looked at Dagny with a startled expression. "Oh, come on, Dagny, stop kidding with me. I know that someone as beautiful as you must have been in love. It's impossible!" Muffin stated.
"I never said I wasn't in love, Muffin."
"But how could you be in love without giving your body out?"
"Muffin, baby, your body isn't something that you just give. You have to receive, also, and love doesn't always mean that there has to be sex, you know?"
"I didn't know that. But, hey, are you like a nun or religious or something like that, Dagny?"
"Of course not," Dagny laughed.
"Then how could you have been in love without ever having had sex? Are you sure you're not putting me on?"
"I never said that I never had sex, Muffin?"
"You didn't? Yes, you did, Dagny. You said that you've never been with a man. I heard 'you say it just a few minutes ago."
"Yes, I did say that, Muffin."
"But I don't understand, Dagny," Muffin whined.
"Well, maybe someday you will," Dagny laughed and patted her head and started to get her things together.
"I'm sorry for taking up your free time, Dagny. You're going to give me another lesson next Thursday, aren't you?"
"Sure. Six-thirty, right?"
"Yes. Can I just ask one more thing, Dagny?"
Dagny smiled at her and nodded her head. "Well, is there really something that I don't understand about sex yet? I mean, I thought I knew a lot about it, but you confused me."
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. Just what is it you don't understand?"
"Well, let me see if I got this right. Um, you said that you've never had sex with a man, but that you have had sex. Right? That's what you said, right?"
"Right," Dagny admitted.
"But-but-No! Dagny, you're not!"
"I'm not what?"
"But that's wrong, Dagny, isn't it?"
"What's wrong, Muffin?"
"I can't say it."
"Muffin, I thought that you had some kind of maturity about you," Dagny said and walked towards Muffin. Muffin backed away from her.
"I guess this means that you don't want me to come back again. Is that correct, Muffin?"
"Dagny, I'm sorry, but you understand how I feel, don't you?"
"No."
"But you're a lesbian, Dagny!" Muffin put her hand to her mouth and covered it when she said that, and backed away from Dagny again.
"There, you said it, Muffin. That wasn't hard to say, was it?"
"You mean, you admit it?"
"Of course. As long as you brought it up, Muffin, I don't think that I have anything to be ashamed about."
"You don't? But don't you think that it means that you're not good enough to satisfy a man?"
"No."
"Well, you are kind of pretty, I guess, but--but...."
"Before I was beautiful. Now, I'm kind of pretty?" Dagny said with a tone of annoyance and a smirk:
"Well, um, I mean, but, if you have to do it with other females, Dagny, doesn't that mean that you're not feminine and that men don't want you because you can't satisfy them in bed?"
"No, it doesn't mean that, Muffin. Maybe men are not good enough for me, and little girl, I am usually modest, but your insolence and simple-minded observations force me to tell you that I think I'm as feminine as you will ever hope to be!"
Muffin looked at Dagny again. She pouted. "But-but-"
"But what?"
"What do females do together?"
"You mean you want me to describe it to you in explicit detail?"
"I didn't mean it that way, Dagny. Look, I'm sorry. I guess you were right about what you said about me. I admit it, Dagny. It's just that I never expected a lesbian to look like you. I couldn't even tell."
"Oh, you mean you didn't see that big sign on my back that says 'LESBIAN'."
"Oh, I meant that, well, I guess you don't have to look like a man. You really do seem feminine, Dagny."
"Thank you, Muffin."
"You're welcome, Dagny. Um, can I ask you another question? I don't mean to take up your free time. You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to, Dagny."
"Nonsense, Muffin. I'd be happy to answer any of your questions as long as they can make you understand a few things." y
"Were you my age when you were a lesbian, or older?"
"Younger," Dagny said.
"Do you hate me, Dagny?"
"Oh sure. Of course. "
"Oh, you're only kidding. I like you. You can still be my instructor. I'm really sorry for being so prejudice, Dagny."
"Thank you. And don't worry about you know, that little thing," Dagny said. She whispered "lesbian." They both giggled. "I won't attack you, Muffin."
"Shucks," Muffin said and slapped her thigh in mock anger. "Would you think it too premature of me to say that I feel like considering becoming a lesbian, Dagny? I can still be feminine and be a lesbian, too, like you. Can't I?"
"Why do you want to be a lesbian all of a sudden?"
Muffin shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I'm not sure, but I guess I did think about it before, and it turned me off, but now I see that maybe there is something to it. I mean, if I find a girl that likes me, I really don't see why we couldn't do something like kiss. I've kissed girls before, you know, like just to say hello, but it wasn't anything sexual or anything."
"I guess it really can't hurt you to try it.
You won't get pregnant, that's for sure," Dagny laughed. ."Well, I guess I'll be off now, Muffin. I enjoyed talking to you."
"Do you have an appointment for something, Dagny?"
"No, not really. Why?"
"Well, I know I'm about fifteen years younger than you, but I was wondering, if, uh, maybe, you could, uh, um-"
"Fifteen years younger than you?!! Muffin, I'm only twenty-five. Wow! That's the first time anyone ever thought I was older than I am. Wow! Do I really look that old?"
"Oooow, you are vain, too. See? I'm just a bad judge of age, Dagny. I just assumed that you were around thirty, but I figured you were younger. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, Dagny."
"Well, now you embarrassed me for making me show my vanity like a little girl."
"Oh, Dagny. Stop being such a baby," Muffin said and she put her arm around Dagny's shoulder as they sat down again.
"Thank you, Muffin. I'm sorry for yelling at you before."
"That's all right, Dagny. You look so pretty when you're upset. I mean, you're beautiful anyway, but even more when your mouth and eyes show anger."
"What about when I laugh?" Dagny asked, and then she laughed.
Muffin kissed her on her cheek.
Dagny looked at her and smiled happily.
"I guess that we do have a lot of girlish things that we have in common. Do you?"
"Uh, yeah, I think. I mean, it's nice to believe that a fifteen year old thinks that I can act like I'm also fifteen, Muffin. But I have been around, and I do have some more experience than you."
"Oh, I know. I know, Dagny. I wish that maybe somehow you can show me your experience. Can we make love?"
"You mean, you and me, Muffin?"
"Please?" she asked meekly.
"Well, oh, I don't know. I just feel that I'd be doing something wrong if I made love to a fifteen year old. I mean, I'm sure that you're almost as physically mature as I am, but you're still fifteen, Muffin."
"I won't tell no one, Dagny. I understand that I should be discreet about it. I do have a pretty good body for a girl my age, too. You wanna see me without my clothes on first?"
"Oh, I'm sure you have a great little body underneath your leotards, Muffin. That wasn't what bothered me about it."
"Then what? That you'd ruin my morals or something. You just said that there's nothing to be ashamed about being a lesbian."
"That's right. I did say that, sweetie," Dagny said. She kissed Muffin softly on her lips.
"Ooooow, that felt so nice, Dagny. It really did. I can't believe I just did that and didn't feel awkward. Do you think I felt awkward, huh?"
"No, of course not, Muffin," Dagny said with a laugh. "You don't have to ask anymore questions. All you have to do now is feel. Let's get our leotards off, all right?"
"Sure," Muffin agreed.
They both peeled their leotards off and stood naked in front of each other.
Slowly, they began to caress-each other's bodies and tell each other how pretty they are, kissing and licking their curvy feminine shapes.
They went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. They licked and felt each other's tits and then they fingered their cunts, making all of their wet cunt juices come out. They were both sighing and moaning with passion, as they held each other and grappled and moved around on the bed.
Their tongues intertwined and their hot breath flowed out of their flared nostrils. As they felt their orgasms approaching, they knew that they were meant for each other.
"Ohhhhhh, I knew it would be this wonderful," Muffin sighed.
"Ohhhh, so did I, baby," Dagny murmured. "So did I."
