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   By Videll Dais

   Chapter 3
Anna: A maid's Tale

   My life so far has not been an entirely happy one.  When my father died
on the Normandy beaches I was coming up to eleven.  My sister, Katy, was a
year younger.  Whereas Katy was slight of form and had the long blonde hair
I always wanted I, on the other hand, was of a more curvaceous build (more
womanly, Mother would oft say), my hair quite dark, almost black.  Apart
from our obvious physical differences, in other ways we were very alike and
exceptionally close, even more so since father had passed on.  Mother found
it really hard bringing us up alone.  I think that's why she let Mr.  Hobbs
move in with us so soon after father's passing.  My sister and I protested
vehemently, but mother said there was a terrible war on, the world was a
cruel, harsh place to be alone in, and we really needed him.  Besides, she
said, he was a good man and would look after us just like father used to
do. I never believed that for one second and it wasn't long before my fears
were realized in the worst way possible.  Mr.  Hobbs did not treat mother
well.  We would hear strange noises coming from their room at night.  My
mother often used to cry out as though in pain.  Katy and me would get very
upset listening to it and cry a lot.  One night I went into their room to
tell Mr.  Hobbs to stop hurting mother.  I was shocked to find mother
completely naked, face down over the edge of the bed.  Mr.  Hobbs, also
naked, was standing close behind her, his hands holding her hips,
vigorously rocking her back and forth.  I yelled at him to stop and mother
screamed at me to get out of her room.  I didn't understand what was going
on and cried for most of the night.  Later, she explained to me that men
had certain needs that a wife was duty bound to take care of and that I
wasn't to worry or concern myself in any way over what I had witnessed.  No
matter how it may have appeared to my innocent eyes, Mr.  Hobbs hadn't, in
fact, been hurting her but actually had been making her feel really good,
very excited, and that's why she cried out sometimes.  It was all a big
mystery to me.  For a while, I remained baffled by it all.  Mr.  Hobbs
turned out to be a lazy oaf.  He made mother take a job cleaning five days
a week at Berkley House while he stayed at home complaining of ill health
and 'to look after us girls' as he put it.  In reality, all he did was
drink, sleep and make my sister and I do all the chores.  Mother wasn't too
happy with the situation, but had little choice in the matter if we were to
keep food on the table.  For reasons I could never quite fathom, Katy's
attitude to our new 'stepfather' quickly changed from open hostility to
something resembling...well, fondness; even devotion would not be a too
stronger word.  Within a period of just a few short weeks she actually
became defensive of him, was always doing little favours, and secretly
laughing and joking around with him.  Though we were close and normally
would never have disagreed, Katy and I began to argue over Mr.  Hobbs.  If
I said he was horrible, she would say I was wrong and that she found him
rather nice and fun to be around.  "You're being very snobbish, Anna," she
would say.  "Mummy likes him.  You just have to give him a chance." I was
dumbstruck as well as baffled.  Often I was forced to chide her for being
over familiar with him, but she never took any notice and continued her
outrageous behaviour regardless.  I used to get quite angry with her at
times.  One morning, I heard giggling as I was passing the kitchen door.  I
looked in and saw Katy sitting astride Mr.  Hobbs' knees, her legs
widespread.  He was whispering in her ear, grinning, his hand slowly moving
about under her nightdress, which had become bunched up around the tops of
her bare thighs.  She was wriggling her bottom and seemed to be enjoying
herself immensely.  The way she carelessly draped her legs, I could quite
plainly see that my naughty ten-year-old sister was not wearing any
knickers and Mr.  Hobbs' fingers were right on her mound and split.  How
could she allow that awful man to touch her like that?  Totally shocked, I
slipped away without being noticed.  We never kept any secrets from each
other and, later, I told her what I had witnessed in the kitchen that
morning.  I asked her what he had been doing to her.  "Nothing," she'd
replied, blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact.  "He was just playing
a silly tickling game with me that's all.  It was fun." I thought my sister
was lying to me but did not challenge her about it.  I preferred instead to
wait and see what developed.  I worried for Katy and the way things were
going.  I was tempted to voice my fears to mother, but I knew she would be
upset.  She had enough on her plate all ready and I had no wish to cause
her further unnecessary angst.  In retrospect, this was possibly the most
stupid decision I could ever have made.  Things took a decided turn for the
worst three months before my twelfth birthday.  Katy and I came home from
school just after 3:30.  As usual, Mother was at work and Mr.  Hobbs was in
the lounge, feet up, reading a book.  He told Katy to go tidy her room and
me to make him some tea after which I was to prepare dinner.  I did as I
was told and within ten minutes took Mr.  Hobbs in a steaming cup of tea.
"Thank you, Anna," he said, as I handed the cup to him.  I turned to go
back to the kitchen.  "Wait, Anna.  Don't rush off just yet.  Come here.  I
want to talk to you." Again, I stood in front of him.  "What is it, Mr. 
Hobbs?" "You don't seem to like me," Mr.  Hobbs said.  "I wondered why."
Not expecting to be asked such a forthright question, I was immediately
stuck for words, could feel my cheeks flush hotly.  "You can tell me, Anna.
There's no need to be afraid." Mr.  Hobbs leaned forwards, elbows on his
knees, big hands cupped around the teacup.  His grey eyes were as dark as a
stormy sea and seemed to stare right through me.  "Katy and I have lots of
fun and get on together very well, but you seem to have a chip on your
shoulder.  You are taciturn, bad tempered for most of the time, and very
standoffish.  Why is that?  Why don't you like me?" "Because," I blurted
out, "I don't think you should be playing those strange games with Katy and
you keep hurting mummy." Much to my surprise, Mr.  Hobbs laughed.  "I
suppose," he said, "you're referring to the other night when you
unexpectedly entered our room." "Yes.  It was horrible." Chuckling, Mr. 
Hobbs placed his now empty cup on the occasional table beside his armchair.
"Dear Anna," he said, intently looking at me again.  "You may have an old
head on young shoulders, but there's much you still don't understand.  You
need to learn some important lessons before you jump to such hasty
conclusions about what constitutes pain and hurting.  Come here and sit on
my knee." I took a step back.  "No - I don't want to." "Why not?  Katy
does." I huffed with disapproval.  "Yes, well, I'm not Katy." "I thought
you were more grown up than that, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said, disappointedly,
his voice soft, soothing.  "No matter what you think, I would never hurt
your mum.  Or you.  Or Katy.  I can prove it, too.  I can teach you about
things if you want, if you're willing to learn.  I'll help you to
understand more about what happens between you're mother and me, what
happens when a man and a woman love each other.  Aren't you curious? 
Wouldn't you like to discover some new things about yourself, your body;
about love and life?" I didn't answer.  The things he said, though, the
patient, gentle way he was speaking, caught my ear.  He began suddenly to
appear nicer.  I don't know why but, as I listened to him, I began to feel
doubt, a sort of guilt, about my judgment of him.  Maybe I'd been wrong
about Mr.  Hobbs all along, wrong about the things he did with Katy, the
way he treated mother.  "Anna, are you going to sit on my lap for a
minute?" I still wasn't sure.  I shook my head, a hesitant no.  Faster than
I ever thought possible, Mr.  Hobbs suddenly reached out and grabbed my
wrist.  "Come here," he said, and yanked me between his legs.  I tried to
pull away.  "No!" I yelled.  "Let me go!" "You're a wild one aren't you?  I
can see I'll have to tame that temper of yours." Mr.  Hobbs was far bigger
and stronger than me.  Struggle as I did, I was helpless.  He gripped my
waist.  Turning me, he quickly lifted me up and quite unceremoniously
plonked me down astride his legs.  "Now, sit there and behave yourself," he
snapped, his voice harsher, back to its old nasty, domineering tone.  His
arm tightened and, squeezing me close to him, he made me lay back against
him.  "Don't make me angry, Anna," he said, breathing hotly in my ear, "or
you'll know more than you ever want to about pain." Breathless, heart
pounding, a kind of paralysis gripped me.  Not knowing what to expect but
having no doubt he would hurt me if I disobeyed him, I kept quite still.  I
think it was at that moment I became truly afraid of Mr.  Hobbs.  He folded
both his thick arms around me, pressed his cheek close, and sniffed my
hair. "Mmm, you smell so nice, Anna.  Clean, fresh.  Sometimes your
mother's hair smells of dust and furniture polish.  I like yours better.  I
like you sitting on my lap, too; much more friendly." As he spoke, I felt
him move his big hands over me and a nervous tremble shook my body.  "You
feel so soft, Anna, cuddly.  That's nice.  It won't be long before you're
fully grown; a woman." His hands moved over my shoulders, down my arms,
then on to my thighs.  I was wearing my school pinafore and felt the heat
of his touch through the skirt just above my knees.  "I...I have to start
getting dinner ready," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. 
"There's no rush," Mr.  Hobbs said, "it's only four-fifteen.  Let me see
your legs." I felt his hands pull my skirt up over my knees.  I reached to
stop him, to protest.  My knees instinctively drew together, but he quickly
brought up his own effectively holding mine apart.  He pulled my skirt up
almost all the way to my knickers.  I felt totally humiliated. 
Embarrassment and anger washed over me.  "Remember what I said, Anna: Don't
invoke my anger." With this, using the thick thumbs and fingers of both
hands, he painfully pinched hard the soft flesh just behind my knees.  It
hurt so much I yelped.  Tears of pain filled my eyes.  How could he be so
cruel, so horrible?  Mr.  Hobbs chuckled, obviously enjoying himself. 
"There.  See what I mean?" His hands gently rubbed the injured areas then
moved higher on the tender insides of my thighs.  I thought he was going to
pinch me there as well, but he just rubbed, slowly, softly.  "That was
pain, Anna.  If you don't want more of the same do as you're told and be
nice.  Now - are you going to be friendly?" "No, you hurt me," I said,
defiantly.  "You hurt me and you're nasty." "Right, my girl, it seems you
have further lessons to learn." Mr.  Hobbs roughly pulled me about, turning
me again like a rag doll, jerking me across him so my hands and feet
touched the floor either side of his legs.  I felt him tug my skirt right
up my back and quickly yank my knickers half way down my legs.  I
ineffectively yelled my protestations.  I felt his hand on my bare bottom.
"Don't!  Stop it!  Leave me alone," I cried, indignantly.  I kicked and
wriggled as much as I could, but he held me in place with just one strong
arm.  As I struggled I felt a hard lump under my belly, something hidden in
his lap.  "Let me go!  I'm telling mother about you; how utterly awful you
are." "Shut up and keep still or I'll really get angry," Mr.  Hobbs said.
His hands squeezed the tops of my legs, then each cheek of my bottom, his
thick fingers digging right in between the cleft.  "You have such a nice
bum, Anna, a lovely bum, in fact." He pulled the cheeks of my bottom wide
apart and I knew he could see all my privates.  "Stop it!  Don't do that!"
Mr.  Hobbs laughed.  "I'll do what I like young lady," he said.  I gasped
as I felt one of his fingers probe between my kicking legs and actually
touch my cunny.  He rubbed me slowly up and down, from front to back,
tickling me right there in my private place.  I clenched my fists and beat
them hard against the carpet.  I was so furious, so embarrassed.  The
uncomfortable lump under my writhing belly seemed to grow larger.  I
screamed, "I'm telling!  I'm telling!" "You won't tell anybody anything,"
Mr.  Hobbs spat.  "You will learn to do what you're told, though, and do it
straight away without backchat or argument.  And if you have to learn the
hard way so be it." Then he began to spank me.  Hard.  The flat of his hand
slapped down on my wobbling bottom at least a half dozen times.  I
shuddered, screamed in shock and pain, but the cruel beast would not let
up. I don't know how long it went on.  When he finally stopped, my bottom
stung, felt red raw, and I sobbed heartfelt tears.  "There, there," Mr. 
Hobbs whispered, his hands moving lightly now over my bare back and lower
down around the tops of my legs, feather light touches that avoided my
stinging bottom.  "Stop crying.  It's over.  Now, hopefully you'll be more
amenable and allow me to make it all better for you.  I'm sorry it was
necessary to do that, Anna, but I will not tolerate disobedience, rudeness
or bad behaviour.  I didn't want to spank you.  I'd much rather you learn
your lessons the nice way: painlessly and as a friend.  Perhaps we can move
our relationship a step forwards from here on.  Now, stand up." Wincing,
hurriedly brushing the tears from my flushed cheeks, I did as he told me,
relieved that my skirt once more restored my dignity and covered my bare
flesh.  I felt my knickers slipping to my ankles and made a feeble attempt
to retrieve them.  "No," Mr.  Hobbs said.  "Step out of them.  Leave them
off.  Kneel in the chair, you're back to me." I knelt on the deep cushion,
gripping the padded back of the chair with trembling hands.  What was he
going to do now - spank me again?  "Lean over further, Anna.  Raise your
bottom higher." "Please, Mr.  Hobbs," I begged, almost bursting into tears.
"Don't spank me again.  I'll be good.  I really will." "Do as I ask." I
obeyed and was aware of Mr.  Hobbs moving behind me.  I felt him raise my
skirt once more and tuck it above my waist.  The air felt cool on my
smarting bottom.  I flinched as he placed his hands on the curves of my
hips, his touch gentle, hot, slightly tickling across my skin.  He reached
under me and began to stroke my tummy, his fingers moving in slow circles.
"There," he said, "doesn't this feel nicer?  Much better than a spanking,
eh?  Katy likes me to do this to her.  She likes it a lot." My tummy
muscles quivered under his creeping fingers.  It did feel nice, like
tickling but different.  There was no way I was going to admit it to him,
though.  I kept silent.  "Rest your head in your arms and relax," he said,
his voice low, coaxing.  "I'm not going to spank you anymore, Anna, because
I think you'll be good from now on.  What I am going to do is make you feel
better, take away the stinging in your lovely little bum.  Just stay as you
are and don't move.  Understand?" As he was speaking his fingers slid up
along my rib cage, pushing my skirt higher along with my blouse and under
vest.  "Don't be shy or embarrassed.  You're a very beautiful girl, Anna. I
like you better like this: without clothes...naked.  Your skin is so
creamy, so smooth and soft." As he was touching me, Mr.  Hobbs' voice
became shaky, his breathing more rapid, like he was panting.  "Ah, yes," he
said, "your bubbies are filling out nicely...very nicely indeed.  You'll
soon be needing a brassiere like your mother." He played with my bubbies
for a long time, squeezing, tugging gently at the tips with the ends of his
fingers.  His touching made me shiver several times.  "Your nipples are
sensitive, Anna, nodules of pleasure.  I've made them crinkly and hard,
standing up like little soldiers.  Are they tingling?" They were.  Each
time he plucked at them, my tummy churned in an odd way.  I felt strange. I
couldn't answer him.  Had he done this to Katy in the kitchen that day, I
wondered.  What he was doing was surely wrong.  If she knew, I'm sure
mother wouldn't let him touch Katy or me this way.  The tingling mixed with
the stinging sensations in my bottom, a heated combination that sent a
tremulous shiver up and down my spine.  I squeezed my eyes shut, tried to
ignore his touches, the hot, shivery feelings he was causing in my tummy.
"Mr.  Hobbs..." I stammered, "I...I have to...get dinner." "Relax, Anna. 
Stop worrying all the time.  I'm making you feel nice; healing you,
stopping that pain in your delightful little bum.  Just concentrate on what
I'm doing." He moved one hand to my tummy again, stuck a wriggling finger
in my belly button for a moment then slid the flat of his hand lower. 
"Open your legs wider, Anna." I moved my knees apart as far as the armchair
would allow.  "Oh!" I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as Mr.  Hobbs
pressed his palm between my thighs - right over my cunny.  "That's better,"
Mr.  Hobbs whispered.  "I can touch you properly in all your special places
now.  Mmm...  plump.  Nice thick lips.  You have a perfect little cunny,
Anna, so soft and smooth.  You'll be getting some hair here soon.  Do you
like this...?" I felt him press a fat finger lightly along the crease of my
cunny.  He moved it slowly back and forth.  It tickled in a strange way
making me flush hotly.  At the same time, with his other hand, he tickled
my nipples.  I shivered again, both excited by and confused at the
pain/pleasure sensations now in almost constant motion all over my body. 
My thighs went all weak and quivery.  I wanted to squeeze my legs together,
press myself harder against his hand.  I could not comprehend how or why
the churning in my belly seemed to increase with each touch of his fingers.
I felt damp, a squishiness where his sinuous finger was touching, wondered
if maybe I had had an accident and peed myself.  Quite unconsciously I
wriggled my bottom.  Mr.  Hobbs chuckled.  "Oh, yes...I can see you prefer
this to a spanking.  You're getting excited aren't you?  I can tell.  You
don't seem to have so many complaints now, Anna, eh?  Feels good playing
tickling games doesn't it?  I like your little cunny.  It feels all hot,
puffy and swollen and is weeping with love juice.  It seems to like my
finger touching it just...there...and tickling like this." "Oh!" I
squealed. Love juice?  What was love juice?  I couldn't ask; I dare not. 
Mr.  Hobbs did something down there, touched me in a certain way, and I
felt a river of shivery warmth sort of wash all over and through me. 
Something brushed against the crease of my wriggling bottom, something like
his finger only thicker, longer, more smooth, something hotter and more
urgent.  It pressed right between the cheeks, slowly rubbed up and down. 
"That's it, Anna.  Good girl.  Keep moving your bum against me like that."
Mr.  Hobbs, panting, stopped playing with my bubbies, my tingling nipples,
and looped his arm under me.  He pulled me against the thick hard thing
that was rubbing my bottom, pressed and held me against it whilst rubbing
his finger between my legs and moving the other thing up and down my bottom
groove.  "Ooh, Mr.  - Mr.  Hobbs," I said, almost gasping for breath. 
"Move your bum, Anna.  Move it against me...yes...yes, like that." Another
minute of rubbing my bottom and suddenly Mr.  Hobbs appeared taken with
some kind of fit.  He trembled, went rigid and held me tightly against him
almost squeezing the breath from my laboured lungs.  I felt the hard thing
swell and twitch right in my cleft, a hot creamy liquid suddenly squirted
up my back.  I shivered as the warm creamy stuff trickled into my bottom
crease and down between my spread legs.  Once.  Twice.  Three then four
times, at least, the twitching and squirting went on.  I was surprised,
shocked even, at Mr.  Hobbs wetting himself all over me like that.  It was
all very scary, yet exciting and puzzling at the same time.  I shivered, a
lot of tiny spasms shook my tummy, and I wriggled my bottom till Mr.  Hobbs
eventually and breathlessly told me to hold still.  "Oh, that was
delicious, Anna, absolutely delicious," Mr.  Hobbs said, still rubbing the
thick thing against my bottom but more slowly now.  It seemed softer than
when it was twitching and squirting.  Mr.  Hobbs didn't speak for what
seemed like ages, he then said, "Did you like that, Anna?" "What?" "Did you
like it when I tickled your cunny?" "I...I..." "There's no need to be shy.
Tell me the truth.  Did you like me tickling your cunny?" "Y-Yes,
but...only a...a little bit." I felt myself blushing into the crook of my
arm and was glad he could not see my face.  "Is that what you do to Katy?"
"Of course," Mr.  Hobbs said.  "She enjoys it and wants to do it all the
time now.  You see, the more you do it the better it feels.  You wait and
see.  It's fun and every girl should have fun even you, Anna." "But...but
it's naughty.  It's wrong.  You shouldn't be doing that to me or Katy."
"How can it be wrong?  Katy likes it and you saw for yourself how your mum
likes it.  How can something that feels so nice be wrong?" "I...I don't
know." "I think you do know really, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs chuckled.  Then he
was suddenly stern again.  "We'll keep these little games a secret between
ourselves.  You will tell no one, discuss it with no one, not even Katy. 
Is that understood?" "Y-Yes." I stammered and jumped as he touched me
between my legs again, right on that tender place.  His fingers lingered,
rubbed gently along my cunny lips making my belly churn and I couldn't help
wriggling my bottom.  "You see," Mr.  Hobbs whispered, "it's much better
being friends isn't it?  We can do lots more nice things like this, things
you will enjoy.  If you're bad, I shall spank you again and spank you hard.
But, be good like you are now and we'll have lots more fun lessons." Just
as I was beginning to get that tingly feeling all over, Mr.  Hobbs removed
his fingers from my hot cunny.  I almost wanted to tell him not to stop
doing what he was doing, to please keep touching me there, but was too shy
to utter a word.  "Get dressed now," he said.  "It's time for you to
prepare dinner." I had a strange but pleasant tingling sensation between my
legs and all round my cunny for ages after my awful - but nice - experience
with Mr.  Hobbs.  I kept feeling his hands and fingers moving all over me.
I could hardly sit still through dinner that evening and mother chided me
twice, almost sent me to my room, for fidgeting.  I blushed furiously when
both Katy and Mr.  Hobbs gave me a sly smile and a knowing look.  It was
almost as if they could read my mind.  Though deep down I knew that what
Mr. Hobbs had done to me - and I to him!  - should never have happened, had
been really wrong, I found myself wondering what other lessons he had in
mind for me.  Surprisingly, and much to my disgust, I actually begun to
look forward to them.

   That night, after Katy and I were snug in our bed, the house silent, and
the candle extinguished, I was still tingling between my legs and my
bubbies ached to be touched.  I couldn't help asking my sister about Mr. 
Hobbs.  "Tell me please, Katy, what are the games you play with Mr. 
Hobbs?" "I can't tell you, Anna," Katy whispered.  "I'm sworn to secrecy.
If I tell you, Mr.  Hobbs will spank my bare bottom and he said he won't
play with me anymore." The darkness seemed to press in on us from all sides
and I heard the drone of high-flying airplanes pass above us.  I cuddled up
closer to her.  "Please, Katy.  What does he do to you?" Katy put her arm
across my middle and held me tighter.  "That sound scares me, Anna." "Oh,
don't be frightened, Katy.  They're a long way from us." After a minute, I
whispered in her ear, "Honestly, I promise I won't tell a soul, Katy.  What
does he do to you that is so much fun?  You always seem to be enjoying
yourself.  I want to share your secret." "I can't tell you, but...I-I
suppose I could show you." Just then, we heard a muffled yelp from mother's
room.  I tensed up and my mind filled with rude thoughts.  I could imagine
just what Mr.  Hobbs was doing to her now and I immediately began to feel
hot and bothered and itchy between my thighs.  "Do you want me to show you
what Mr.  Hobbs does to me, Anna?" I nodded.  "Oh, yes.  Please, Katy, show
me." "You must lie still and do what I say.  Turn over, lay flat on your
back." I did as Katy asked and she moved the arm across my tummy until the
flat of her hand rested over my belly button.  Slowly, she began to caress
me there just as Mr.  Hobbs had.  Her touch was much softer, as light as a
feather.  My skin rippled and I shivered.  Katy giggled.  She bunched her
fingers and tugged at my nighty gradually pulling it up, bunching it at the
top of my legs.  "Lift up," she said.  I raised my bottom.  My breath
caught in my throat as Katy, pulling my nighty high up over my bubbies,
accidentally brushed her hand over one of my bare nipples.  I felt it
tingle into erectness.  The sheets felt cool against my hot nakedness. 
"Sorry," Katy said.  "That's all right," I muttered, sucking in my tummy as
her hand moved down and began to rub me there again, small, light circles
around my belly button.  "Bring your knees up," Katy whispered, her lips
close to my ear, her warm breath making me shiver with pleasure.  "Yes,
that's right.  Now let them fall open and put the soles of your feet flat
together." I did as she asked and felt my thigh muscles tighten and my
cunny lips pull apart.  "Oh, Katy!" I gasped as her small hand slid down my
trembling belly and covered my mound, her middle finger pressing right
along my open slit.  "You're wet, Anna." Katy giggled again and I heard
another low groan from mother's room.  Mr.  Hobbs was probably rubbing his
thing between her bum cheeks like he had mine.  The very thought made me
burn.  I licked my suddenly dry lips as I imagined Mr.  Hobbs holding
mother's naked body down on the bed, doing those rude things to her, making
her cry out.  "When you're cunny tingles, get's wet like this, it means
you're all sexed up and liking it," Katy said, moving her finger along my
parted cunny slit, hooking it slightly so the tip dipped into the moist
warmth between.  "Ooh," I whimpered as she slipped her finger deeper and
electric shocks bolted from my belly to my titties and back again.  "Oh,
Katy," I gasped, "- does...does Mr.  Hobbs do that to you?" "Do you like
our little game, Anna?" "Mm...ooh!  Ye-esss!" My hips and bottom rocked
against Katy's delicious probing finger as it rubbed across that special
place and then slid back and forth right up inside me.  Katy bent over me
and I felt her tongue circle one of my nipples.  She fastened her lips over
the tight bud and began to suck and lick on it.  I groaned as a wave of
tingling sensation washed over me.  "Stay as you are," she said, and moved
her head lower licking the soft flesh of my trembling belly, then the
smooth rise of my mound.  "Ooh, Katy!" I groaned.  In the next instant, I
felt her mouth fasten in a moist cushion at the top of my cunny lips, right
over that special place.  Her tongue flicked and licked and I shuddered as
the tingling feeling erupted and surged through every nerve ending in my
quivering body.  My belly trembled and my hips bucked up against her lips
and busy dipping finger.  I'd never felt anything so exciting, so ecstatic.
A long spasm of intense pleasure rocked my whole body for what must have
been a full minute.  I gasped breathlessly into the night.  Giggling
softly, Katy came back up from under the covers and fastened her lips over
my mine.  "There.  Now it's your turn to do me." "But...but I don't know
how." "Don't worry," Katy whispered.  "It's easy and fun to learn.  I'll
teach you." Willingly, I complied.





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