BH-7008  Gay Teen Girls
[aka 'Lesbian Sex Sorority']
(Norma M.)


FOREWORD 

The reticence of adults to "level" about sex with the young is not only a 
prime cause of today's generation gap, but could well be the impetus for 
much of the promiscuity in many teen-age quarters. 

For the "television generation" is used to turning from channel to channel 
for the information they want, and need. If the picture blurs on their 
parents' channel, the young will merely turn to another. If their parents do 
not supply answers to their sexual questions, they will turn to some channel 
that offers gratification of their curiosity. 

What better stage could be set for Lolita-ism than the current controversy 
over who should teach the young about sex? Very often, it is neither the 
school nor the parent that informs the young about sex, but an older man or 
woman whose primary interest is not sex education, but sex seduction. 

The writer of the letters contained in this volume is a case in point. An 
intelligent girl, bubbling with curiosity, Norma M. soon found her bubbles 
bursting one by one when her parents became uneasy and upset by her 
questions. In the area of sex, her parents were even more inept at handling 
the very normal questions youth poses about sexual matters. 

Instead of receiving answers, Norma received beatings from her father. This 
only peaked Norma's interest and made her all the more determined to get the 
answers she needed. Voila, a Lolita had blossomed into full view. Her 
curiosity propelled her, at the age of twelve, into the arms of her older 
sister who was, as well, acting out a pattern of rebellion against a 
non-communicative mother and an equally non-communicative, but sometimes 
brutal, father. 

Norma was thus brought into the folds of Lesbian love by a sister who 
encouraged and directed the young Lolita into the arms of older girls, older 
women, and eventually membership in a school Lesbian sex sorority. 

Once embarked upon the path of Lesbian Lolita-ism, Norma became quite adept 
at seeking out and performing sex acts and deviations that would shock even 
a liberal psychiatrist. 

It appears, in reading descriptions of her experiences, that Norma also 
gained a certain secret satisfaction not only by the performance of shocking 
acts, but by writing about them with total emphasis upon the depravity of 
her sexual acts. It appears that her writings provide the finishing touches 
of an angry rebellion against her parents and society. 

I first learned about Norma during a research study of the current sex 
education controversy in California schools. At one of the schools selected 
as being "typical" of metropolitan areas, Norma's case was related by the 
school principal as being a clear illustration of the need for better sex 
education techniques. The situation, as described by the principal, appeared 
so bizarre that it did not seem possible. Yet the principal had proof. And 
he showed me the entire selection of a series of letters writ ten by a young 
girl who wanted to pass on her permanent record of her sexual experiences 
and exploits. 

The letters themselves were discovered during a school investigation of a 
rumor that a number of schoolgirls had formed a "Lesbian sex sorority." The 
rumors were substantiated, and the letters were discovered in the notebook 
of one of the older sorority members. 

The girls involved were questioned and slowly a situation of utter depravity 
was uncovered. The apparent purpose of the sorority was to "initiate" new 
members to Lesbianism and to satisfy the various Lesbian needs of individual 
members. 

Moreover, at the time the sorority was discovered by school officials, 
several members had begun to tap the ranks of even seventh and eight-grade 
girls for potential Lesbian material! 

Perhaps the most upsetting discovery of this school Lesbian organization was 
the cunning with which the sorority operated to tap new members. As soon as 
a young girl showed evidences of maturing, or became interested in the young 
schoolboys, sorority members moved in with their "invites." The number of 
"converts" to Lesbianism was surprising, indeed. Yet perhaps not so, when 
one realizes the subtle pressures placed upon young girls to urge them into 
Lesbian activities. 

Besides the group pressure one finds in any organization, Norma's vivid 
descriptions of the world of Lesbian Lolita-ism were made available to 
potential members. The idea of using the letters was that of an older 
sorority member, who felt Norma's obvious writing ability in describing her 
wide range of Lesbian experience would be most suitable for encouraging 
younger girls to "join," which is tantamount to becoming a Lesbian. 

As for the letters, how much fact and how much fantasy is contained within 
the context of Norma's sentences can be held open to question. For Norma is 
blessed-or cursed, one might say-with a highly imaginative mind. Upon 
reading the letters, one becomes curious about the fact that rarely does 
Norma express any feelings other than her sexual feelings. Rarely is there 
any description of the girls and women who are participating in the Lesbian 
activities Norma finds so thrilling. And never is there any mention of guilt 
or feeling of wrongdoing. 

Clearly, the letters are written by a young girl who is totally obsessed 
with sex. She apparently learned everything she knows about sex from her 
sister and her subsequent Lesbian lovers. Nowhere is there any mention of 
being advised about sex from parents or school educators. And not once, 
except in her final letter, written after the school's investigation, is 
there any mention of boys, or men, save for a few innocuous mentions of the 
existence of her father. It appears that Norma has completely shut herself 
off from the male world. 

The situations and events Norma describes in such detail can only be said to 
be shocking. The average adult, the average parent, is not even aware of 
many of the practices Norma states she and her Lesbian friends and 
acquaintances participated in so regularly. Perhaps, more than anything 
else, the most disturbing element about the letters is that they seem to be 
a near-faithful representation of what actually did happen. 

I have taken great care not to alter Norma's letters in any way, other than 
to delete all names that could cause the young Lesbian participants 
embarrassment or difficulty. Nor have I deleted any section that might 
"shock" the reader, since I feel it important that adults, and especially 
parents, become aware of what might be occurring under their "rose-colored" 
glasses. 

Except for brief editorial notes which are italicized, and minor editorial 
and spelling corrections, the letters are presented in the form in which 
they were originally discovered. 

It is felt that only in this way will adults realize that the crucial area 
concerning sex education is not whether the school or the parent teaches 
children about sexual matters, but rather that the young are given enough 
sexual information so that their curiosity will not propel them into 
performance of deviant sexual behavior and acts. 


MY LAST LETTER 

"So What If I Like Girls?" 

The last letter written by Norma was upon request of her school counselor, 
who was hoping to see some indication that Norma had benefited from their 
many sessions during which Norma's sexual behavior was under discussion. 
Even in this letter, however, Norma's anger and rebellion is apparent. As 
one can easily determine, many sessions will be necessary before Norma is 
back on the road to normality. 

Dear Counselor: 

I suppose if you saw me at school and weren't "indoctrinated," you'd wonder 
how come I like girls so much. Well, it's really simple. Girls are the 
greatest. Older girls especially. They always know what to do and they have 
great tongues. All the older girls I've been with, including my sister, know 
how to do it real good. It never takes very long for us to get where we want 
to be ... in bed. 

Guys, I don't know about and I don't care to know about. They all look a 
little awkward and as if they don't know how to go about much of anything 
'cept football and things like that. 

Besides, everyone knows girls are better than boys. They're nicer, smarter, 
and they taste better. I don't even have to taste a boy to know that. I just 
know. 

This doesn't mean that boys aren't attracted to me. They are, sometimes even 
more than girls. I have a hard time getting out of having dates with boys or 
talking to them. The boys go as ga-ga over me as I do over girls. I guess 
it's cause of my looks and my figure. And I guess I would have to explain 
this, too. See, I'm five foot, four inches tall and I have long, blonde 
hair. My sister, Anne, makes sure I always look right. She has me wear the 
clothes that will turn her friends on (They turn her on, too). That means I 
usually wear a real short flared skirt and a tight sweater that buttons down 
the front. My clothes don't stay on long when I'm around girls, tho. 

I've got a real good figure, too. My breasts are real full. A lot of younger 
girls want to" hold them and I have no objection to letting them do that. 
The older girls, well, they love to hold them and to kiss them. I let them. 
I enjoy it. Besides, why not? My sister thinks it is as great an idea as I 
think it is. Course, that's not all that the girls do. They do a lot more 
than just kiss and fondle my breasts. Love is a lot more than kissing 
breasts, believe me. 

Sometimes, when I tell the younger girls who want to join up about some of 
the things I've done, they seem very surprised. This always amazes me. To 
me, it seems so natural to make love with your sister. And with her friends. 
And with your friends. And with younger girls. 

The first time I made love was with my sister and that was when I was 
twelve. Oh, before that, Anne and I had kissed and fondled, but when I say, 
made love, I mean, had an orgasm. Once Anne made me come, I knew girls were 
the only ones for me! I was never going to fool around with a boy's dick 
when I could have a girl's pussy. 

Since my sister brought me out, I've been with a lot of girls. Older girls. 
Older women. Girls my age. Younger girls. I can't even say which I like the 
best. Older girls know what to do. Older women are more eager. It's more 
friendly with girls my age. And I always get a special kick teaching a 
younger girl how to do it. That's because I remember when I was shown the 
ropes. And that was only two years ago. 

We all figure that making love with girls is so great that we want to have 
all girls know what it's like. That's why we "tap" so many younger girls. 

When the school authorities found out about our group, they were shocked. I 
never heard such tongue clacking. You'd think they were all old hens, even 
the men teachers. But everybody who does their own "thing" has their own 
group. Just because Lesbian love is our "thing" I don't see why it should 
shock anybody that we formed a sorority. That made it all the more fun. We 
got a lot of young girls to make love who probably wouldn't have if we 
hadn't invited them to our "teas" (or should I say "tease?"). 

But the school officials, they made a federal case out of it. "Where were 
your parents?" they'd ask. "Working," I told them, "where else?" I didn't 
tell them, tho, what squares Anne and I thought they were. Mom and dad are 
really blind as bats. Both of them. They wouldn't know what was going on if 
they walked right into the bedroom and saw Anne and I sixty-nining. 

They were shocked, too, and embarrassed when the school officials called 
th-m. My father hit me and then he hit Anne. My mother cried, "How could you 
do this to us?" I hate them both. 

I wrote about all the girls I had been with because I wanted to relive what 
happened and to get it down on paper so I would never, never forget all the 
wonderful times I have had with girls and women. I started writing about it 
when I was twelve, right after Anne had "brought me out." I was about ready 
to stop it once, but one of the older gals saw it and told me to continue. 

She said, "It's a good idea. If you run into girls who don't know about how 
wonderful it is, you can let them read it. You can bet your boots, if they 
have any sense and any imagination, they will want to 'experiment' after 
reading it." 

She was right, too. A lot of girls in our sorority made copies of what I 
wrote down. Then if they ran into a young girl who was frightened, or 
afraid, they would let her read it. After the girl read it, she was not as 
scared and she was more curious. A lot of times it made the young girls so 
hot, it wasn't much longer before they were "indoctrinated." 

That's how come so many of the girls at our school became members, or 
associate members. The older girls complimented me on what I wrote. One of 
them said, "It's good, Norma. And it does the trick. You really deserve some 
thing for it." And she gave me a French kiss. 

Later, they gave me a special award that I hung on the wall in the bedroom 
Anne and I shared. 

Nothing has really changed since we were "found out" except we had to go 
underground. We still make love with one another, only it's harder and we 
have to be more clever. It's harder to round up new girls from school 
because the teachers watch us. Mom and Dad moved into a larger apartment so 
Anne and I could each have our own bedroom, but both of them still work, so 
there's plenty of time during the day to get our "kicks." 

We tell everyone that we "don't do that anymore." We tell Mom and Dad the 
same thing. I don't know if they believe us. I think they do, tho, but only 
cause they don't know what they would do if we hadn't stopped. Sometimes, to 
"throw them off" we date a boy. You should see the look of relief on their 
faces when we go out with a boy! 

So-o, you see that we have to "play it cool" until we can get our own place. 
Anne and I will live together and then we can have all the fun we want. And 
there will be a place for our group to meet. 

Now, we sometimes go to one of Anne's alumnae sorority sisters who has her 
own apartment. We still get together to make love about twice a month, I 
mean, the whole group of us. Then we have other dates, too. And Anne and I 
still "make it" every time we want. 

One day, we hope to have sorority chapters all over the U.S.! 

Norma S. 

 LETTER ONE 

"What Pauline Did To Me" 

Norma's first letter shows the strong influence her sister has over her, 
even to the extent where her sister dresses Norma for a date with an older 
girl. Despite Norma's rebellious nature, she at no point thinks to rebel 
against her sister. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Things really move fast. Faster than I even thought possible. Just last 
Saturday afternoon, my best friends, Lani, Pau and I gave a reception for my 
sister, Anne. It was a real thriller! 

We were still thrilled about it and talking about it on Monday, after 
school, when Pua and I met at Lani's place. Both of them thought Anne was 
the greatest. Pua giggled and said, "My bottom is still tender where Anne 
spanked me!" That made Lani and I giggle, too. 

We sat around in Lani's living room when her mother came in. She told us she 
had to go shopping for us to answer the phones. We all smiled when we heard 
the front door slam shut. 

Just to make sure her mother had really left, we listened to a couple of new 
discs Lani had bought, sipped a Hawaiian Punch, and talked about our party 
last Saturday. It got all three of us kinda excited just remembering, as we 
sat close together on the davenport, talking. 

Lani suddenly said, "Let's go in the bedroom!" That was the cue Pua and I 
were waiting for. In the bedroom we undressed each other, lay on the bed and 
started making love. In a few minutes we made a daisy-chain, our heads 
between each other's legs, our hot tongues licking and probing. Pua was 
sucking me. Then she started spanking my buttocks. I, in turn started 
spanking Lani and Lani spanked Pua. It was fun. We added hand spanking to 
our daisy-chain activity on our next two sessions. 

The following Friday, Pua, who really went for the spanking bit, brought us 
a little present. She had three ping-pong paddles.. After that we'd spank 
each other a few times with our hands and then reach for the paddles. We 
liked the paddles better. 

In a couple of weeks we fixed another Saturday date at Lani's. Anne was our 
guest again. I had been coaxing Anne and she finally agreed to "love whip" 
us that Saturday. Lani and Pua really love it. And it's one of my favorites, 
too, so that was a "banner" Saturday for all four of us. Anne got another 
nylon "cat" for us, so we now have one of our very own. 

In June, school closed and Pua flew back to Hawaii to stay with her father 
for the summer in Hilo. She had talked her father into letting her bring 
Lani with her. Pua really has it made! She stays with her mother during the 
school year and then when summer comes, she visits her father. I wish my 
parents were divorced, too! I'm really going to miss both of them! 

We are very fond of each other and our twicea-week threesomes have really 
been fun. 

About the third week in June, Anne and I were downstairs after breakfast one 
morning. We had just done the dishes. Our folks had left, and Anne motioned 
for me to follow her into the living room, where she sat on the davenport. 

"Come and sit by me, sweetheart, I want to talk to you." I sat down, 
wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. Anne kissed me on the cheek 
as I sat down. She took my hand in hers and, facing me, started. 

"Darling, you remember Pauline, the girl you met here one afternoon a few 
weeks ago?" 

"Oh, yes, she was nice!" I replied and Anne smiled. 

"Well, she thinks you're nice, too!" 

Anne was smiling her naughty smile, and it became naughtier as she 
continued, "Pauline wants a date with you." 

She let me have it, wham! Just like that! 

"A date with me?" 

"Now, now, Sweetheart! Don't get excited!" She patted my thigh and said, 
"Just listen, I'll tell you about it." 

Anne told me a lot. Pauline was nineteen. She had graduated from Anne's high 
school just a week before. She was in Anne's sorority. She was quite tall, I 
guess about five feet, ten inches. She was well-built, too. 

Anne said Pauline was self-conscious about her breasts. They were so large 
that she had to wear specially-made bras. In fact, Pauline was the one who 
had gotten Anne into the sorority. She was the second girl Anne had been 
with. 

Anne said that Pauline didn't go steady with any one of the girls in the 
sorority. She dated a different girl about once a month. Then she told me 
that Pauline wanted to date me. Anne said, "Darling, Pauline has been good 
to me. She's helped me a lot. When she told me she'd like to date you, I 
told her I'd talk to you about it." 

I didn't know quite what to say. I'd never been out with a girl that old. 
She was two years older than Anne and I hardly even knew her. 

Anne went on, "Darling, I hope you will let me tell Pauline yes. I owe her 
some favors-I'll make it up to you." Anne was really anxious to persuade me. 

"All right, Anne, if you really want me to." Anne hugged me tight and kissed 
my mouth when I said that. "You sweet baby," she said, "You won't be sorry." 

Anne made all the arrangements. Pauline would pick me up at my home the next 
Monday morning around ten-thirty. Anne told me that on Friday. 

Monday morning, after the folks left, Anne said, "Come upstairs, sweetheart, 
I'll help you get ready." 

She showered me, perfumed me, and brushed my hair. I was glad because I was 
a little nervous. As I sat at the dressing table and Anne stood behind me 
brushing my hair, I said, "Gosh, Anne, I'll be self-conscious. I won't know 
how to act." 

Anne laughed, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Pauline will know how to act. Just 
be nice to her." 

That morning Anne dressed me. She got out a real short tight blue skirt that 
flared at the bottom and a tight pink cashmere sweater that buttoned down 
the front. She had me wear my flats and bobby sox. I wanted to wear nylons 
and heels and one of my more sophisticated dresses, but Anne said, "Leave it 
to me, sweetheart, I know what Pauline likes." Anne slipped a pair of sheer 
black panties on me and said, "Never mind a bra." 

Pauline blew the horn out in front around a quarter of eleven. I hurried 
out. She had opened the car door. 

"Hi, Norma! I'm so glad you could come." I sat beside her and she kissed my 
cheek. My short flared skirt left plenty of my thighs on display. I caught 
Pauline's approving glance at my legs. 

"I thought we'd take a little drive first. Would you like that, Norma?" 

"Oh, yes!" I told her ... It's a beautiful morning for a drive." Pauline was 
driving a fab jet-black coupe. It was a dream! 

"Gee!" I said, "I'll be glad when I can get my driver's license." That 
brought her hand to my bare thigh. "Patience, Norma, it won't be too long." 

Pauline took a scenic route which wound through Westwood, and, in a few 
minutes, we saw the ocean a couple of hundred feet below as she parked on a 
cliff overlooking the beach. 

"Oh! That's so pretty!" I said and Pauline beamed. 

"I thought you'd like it, Norma. It's my favorite view. I'll have to show it 
to you by moonlight some night." 

I said, "That sounds wonderful." 

We got out and enjoyed the view for a few minutes. We sat on a bench and 
hung over the circular guard rail at the edge of the cliff. The ocean 
smelled good. When we got back into the car, Pauline said, "That salt air 
made me hungry. Could you eat a snack, Norma?" 

I said, "Yes, but just a snack. I ate a big breakfast." 

She laughed, "Good, that'll make you big and strong." She was teasing me, 
just like Anne does. 

"I know a darling place just a few minutes down the coast. You'll love it." 
Pauline drove about five miles down the ocean road winding above the beach. 
She turned off and, in a few hundred yards, we pulled into a parking space 
in front of "Nora's Tea Room." It was a very cozy frame building, built just 
like an English cottage. Little metal British lions flanked the entrance. A 
smiling, lovely blonde lady dressed in an English servant's costume opened 
the door for us. 

"Oh, darling! Welcome to Valhalla! So good to see you!" She hugged Pauline 
affectionately. Pauline lowered her head and kissed her lips. 

"Nora, you look wonderful! Nora, this is my little friend, Norma." Nora 
appraised me admiringly, her eyes making a quick sweep of me. Then she took 
my hands, smiling at me warmly. 

"Norma! My favorite name! So glad Pauline brought you." 

Nora seated us in a cozy booth for two facing the long picture window, which 
ran the entire length of the room and overlooked the beach. It was a lovely 
room. 

Nora said, "I'll bring your favorite order, Pauline. Shall I get the same 
for Norma?" 

Pauline said, "Yes, thank you, Nora. I want Norma to try those goodies." 
Nora bustled to the kitchen and I looked around. There were just two other 
couples there. Two smart-looking women in their early thirties sat in a 
corner booth. An older woman around forty and a girl about twenty occupied a 
booth on the far side of the small tea room. I couldn't help staring because 
the older woman was passionately kissing the young woman! The long kiss 
ended, and, the younger woman caught me looking at her. She knew I had seen 
them kissing, but she smiled right at me. A languid smile, not in the least 
embarrassed. 

Nora brought our goodies, tea and crumpets. If you haven't tried Nora's 
crumpets you just haven't lived. And the tea that Nora imports from a small 
London firm really has a distinct flavor. Nora turned on the record system 
and lovely English strings wooed us with soft, semi-classical melodies. 

As the music played Pauline said, "I hear that you won a prize at your 
intermediate piano recital." Anne had been bragging me up. Pauline was real 
enthused. 

"I play a little piano, too." She said. I found out later what an 
understatement that was. 

We must have stayed about an hour at Nora's. Pauline asked me all about 
school and told me of her own school plans for fall. She would be taking 
pre-med. I remember that I was surprised. A lady doctor, no less! I was 
beginning to feel completely at ease with Pauline. I felt like we were old 
friends. 

We left Nora's about two o'clock. As we drove back, Pauline said, "Shall we 
drop by Celia's apartment for a few minutes? I'd like you to see it. It's 
darling." 

I said "yes" quickly. I was glad to get the chance to meet another of Anne's 
alumnae sorority sisters. As we drove toward Celia's apartment, Pauline told 
me all about her. "She's twenty, she'll be a junior at college this fall. 
We've been real good friends for a long time." 

Celia had a lovely apartment on the top floor of an attractive apartment 
house just off Beverly Blvd., in Westwood. Celia was wearing a coat when she 
opened the door for us. She kissed Pauline, then turned to me. 

"Oh! You're Anne's little sister! Aha! I can see some resemblance. She 
lowered her eyes to my breasts mischievously and motioned us into her 
apartment. 

"Sorry 'bout this," she apologized, "I have to leave, girls. But relax. Stay 
for a few minutes, will you Pauline darling? Or as long as you like! I'm 
expecting a phone call and you could take the message. Would you do that, 
Pauline?" 

"Sure, Celia, I'll be glad to," Pauline said, and returned a knowing glance. 

"Good! Good! Now I must dash. Show Norma around my pad. 'Bye, sweets!" And 
Celia was gone, coat and all. 

"Whew!" Pauline blew out her breath, "There's a bundle of energy! It 
exhausts me just to watch her for a couple of minutes." 

Then Pauline said, "Sit there, Norma, and relax." She nodded toward the 
davenport. As I sat down my short skirt flared up and I saw Pauline's eyes 
drop again to my bare legs. 

"Does Anne ever allow you to have a little drinkie?" she asked me. I told 
her that Anne fixed me a Pepsi with a teeny bit of vodka once in a while. 

She laughed, "I remember the first Pepsi-vodka I fixed for your sister. 
Don't think that wasn't something!" 

Tossing me a fashion magazine, she remarked, "Here, Norma, see next year's 
new look. I'll be right back." 

In a few minutes Pauline returned from the kitchen, carrying two glasses. 
She handed me one as she sat beside me. 

"I'll bet you've never had one of these before. Hope you like it. Try it." I 
took a sip, then another. "Umm, good!" I commented. 

"So glad you like it, Norma," she answered, "Just sip it slowly. It's a Cuba 
Libre." Then Pauline went over to the record cabinet and started thumbing 
through some LP jackets. "Oh, here it is!" she cried, putting the record on 
the player. Then she sat down beside me again saying, "Listen!" 

It was a weirdo record! Some kind of exotic strings, kinda like guitars, 
only different, backed up by a female vocalist who was in turn backed by a 
girls' chorus. They used an "echo chamber" for the recording which made the 
girls' voices sound real eerie. The lyric sung by the vocalist was in some 
odd-sounding foreign language. It almost put you under, just listening to 
it. 

Funny, but I started to feel sexy almost immediately. I sat staring into 
space, afraid to look at Pauline. When I did look at her out of the corner 
of my eye I saw that she was studying me intently. Her face had relaxed into 
a languorous smile. She held her glass to my lips, her eyes on mine. I took 
a sip. She returned the glass to her own lips, her eyes still holding mine. 
Her tongue came out very slowly and licked the side of the glass I had just 
sipped from. I was turned on good. I wanted her to French-kiss me! Right 
then! But she took her time, just like Anne. She was using the "make 'em 
wait" technique. She leaned back and took a deep breath. 

"Sip your drink, baby. You like the record?" she asked. 

"It's getting to me," I admitted, "I've never heard anything even faintly 
like it." 

She said, "That's a brand new release. Chan flew a sound crew and equipment 
to Bombay to record it. The instrumental background is sitars. It's recorded 
in a Buddhist Temple." 

Wow! It was weird! 

When the record had finished, Pauline took my glass and said, "Here, baby, 
let me fix you another." 

After she came back, she put several other LP's on the player. Then she sat 
down by me again. I heard a Negro-girl vocalist with a throaty voice singing 
real low-down blues. Pauline turned the volume way down, so that it just 
kinda drifted softly in and out of the room as we sipped our drinks. 

Pauline had moved to the far end of the davenport. She lay back, looking at 
me without smiling. Her eyes paused at my breasts for the longest time. I 
kept my eyes on hers and noticed her licking her lips. God, I wanted her to 
kiss me. My breasts tingled for her tongue! And she hadn't even touched me, 
although I knew she wanted to. 

In a couple of minutes she whispered, "Nor ma baby, will you take off your 
sweater for me?" 

Anne had said, "Be nice to Pauline." It wasn't going to be hard at all. I 
slowly unbuttoned my sweater, took it off and turned so Pauline could see 
that my breasts were swollen and my nipples were erect. Pauline just stared 
at my boobs as if she just couldn't take her eyes off them! 

"Oh! Lovely! So-o lovely!" she moaned. "Stand there facing me, baby!" I 
walked to the center of the room and faced her. Her eyes first devoured my 
breasts, before coming to rest on my bare thighs just below the short flared 
skirt. In a few seconds, in a low husky voice, she said, "Oh, baby! Take 
your skirt off!" I unzipped the little skirt and let it drop to the floor. 
Pauline gasped! Again she said, "Lovely! Lovely! baby doll!" 

I was horribly excited and had started to tremble. She motioned me toward 
the other end of the davenport. "Sit there again, Baby!" I obeyed, hoping 
she'd tell me to take off my panties, too, but she didn't. She just lay back 
letting her eyes fully enjoy the view! 

My eyes wandered over her body then. She wore a very conservative blouse 
with a high neck. It was cotton and I couldn't see through it. Her breasts 
were not conspicuous in the least through the cotton blouse, but I could see 
that her blouse was well-filled. Her woolen skirt was really too long for 
these days, and she had pulled it demurely to her knees. Her legs-what I 
could see of them-were beautiful. 

In a couple of minutes she raised up, leaned forward, and kissed me. It was 
a feather-kiss, just on the cheek. She said, so very softly, "Norma, baby, 
I'm going into the bedroom. Come in when I call you." 

I sat there trembling after she left. I ached with desire. My pussy was wet 
and throbbing. I waited! I waited! I waited!!! Until at last, she called for 
me. 

"Come, Norma baby." I walked slowly toward the open bedroom door, all 
anticipation, my heart all but stopping. 

I stopped right in the doorway! I closed my eyes tight, my body tingling all 
over! I opened my eyes and still I couldn't believe it! She was lying on her 
side, completely naked, her legs spread. She was smiling sensually, 
lovingly. My mouth must have gaped wide open. She raised up slowly and sat 
on the edge of the bed. Her firm, perfect breasts seemed to jut toward me. 
Her long, erect pink nipples pointed directly at my mouth. 

"Come here, baby doll!" she said, holding out her hand and smiling. I walked 
toward her, dazed. When I stood close in front of her, she took my hand, 
letting her eyes roam from my head downward until they stared directly 
between my legs. 

She whispered, "Take off your darling panties, baby." I took them off. She 
pushed me back a bit and kept staring at my pussy. Involuntarily, my legs 
spread slightly. She slowly stood up and held my naked body close to hers. I 
nearly cried out when she picked me up, her hand under my burning thighs, 
and laid me tenderly on the bed. 

She laid down beside me, facing me and propping herself on one elbow, while 
she continued to gaze lovingly at every inch of my body. I didn't move 
closer to her, but I was eager just to touch those unbelievably perfectly 
formed breasts. At long last, she leaned over me. She was so close to my 
face I thought I would burn up. 

"Open your mouth, baby doll!" she commanded. I obeyed. Then she 
French-kissed me. 

Her tongue was warm, wet, sweet. She swirled it around my tongue and I got 
so aroused I began sucking on it like I was a baby and her tongue was giving 
me milk. But it wasn't milk she was giving me. She was giving me something 
much different. She was giving me passion. 

It flooded my whole body. I pushed my body hot against hers. I rubbed my 
breasts against hers. I kissed her more and more deeply. She was caressing 
my breasts with her hands, moving over me all the more. She was excited, 
too, I could tell from her heartbeat. That made me all the more excited. I 
could feel the hot wetness between my legs and I was just hoping she would 
get on top of me. I wanted to feel her pussy against my pussy, so I could 
rub my pussy against hers. I tried to take one of her breasts in my mouth, 
but she shoved me away. 

She wanted to do it to me. "Oh, please!" I begged, but her only answer was 
to take my breast in her mouth and to gently tongue the tip of my hot nipple 
until I thought my insides might explode right through my pussy! She took 
her hand and lightly tickled my legs, back and forth along my thighs. I 
spread my legs even wider, hoping she would put her hand on my pussy, but 
she was still taking her time. She kept running her fingernails back and 
forth over my thighs. Slowly, she was working upward. But, oh, so slowly. 

I pushed my pussy up, pushed my tongue hard against hers and hoped she would 
finally give my pussy some satisfaction. She was pleased at my movements. 
"Baby doll, you're perfect" she whispered in my ear and then Frenched it 
until I thought I was going to scream. Then she put my hand there, on my 
pussy. She cupped my pussy with her entire hand and ran her finger up and 
down my slit, touching my throbbing clitoris. I wanted to scream, but I 
couldn't. She was French-kissing me again, her tongue so deep in my mouth I 
didn't think it was possible! 

She started rolling her hand back and forth on my pussy until I could stand 
it no more. She won me over entirely. I gave up and let her do with me what 
she wanted to. She kissed me everywhere. Everywhere! If you haven't had a 
girl kiss you everywhere, you just haven't lived! If you think a tongue in 
your mouth feels wonderful, you ought to feel a tongue in your ... but I'm 
getting too excited just writing this. 

Let me just say that I had never had any girl, even Anne, make love to me so 
expertly and tenderly as Pauline did that Monday afternoon. 

When I came, it was like a million tiny explosions going off all at once, 
from my toes, up my legs, from my head down to my breasts and stomach, and 
abdomen, and then finally, all the explosions met at my pussy and I nearly 
passed out. 

I was so exhausted after it was over, that I couldn't have made love to her 
even if she wanted me to. But she didn't want me to. She wanted to do 
everything to me, that's how she got her kicks. After she explained that to 
me, I didn't feel so badly. 

She said, "Baby doll. You're my doll. It's only right that I do you. I 
wouldn't want my baby doll to work, just to enjoy." 

Enjoy I did! 

Later, of course, in our room that night, I told Anne all about it. As I sat 
in my baby doll's, on Anne's lap, she said, "Pauline is a wonderful girl, 
but she's an odd one. She used to make love to me the same way. Never once 
did she let me kiss her pussy! I don't think Pauline ever really comes. She 
evidently gets an inner satisfaction, in a kind of mild way, from making 
love to a girl. Especially a young girl!" 

Anne was very pleased the way the first date she arranged for me had turned 
out. She told me later, that Pauline had enjoyed me a lot. Pauline was glad 
when she learned that I didn't mind not being able to make love to her. 

That same month, Anne got me dates with a couple of other sorority alumnae. 
These girls were older than Pauline! Janice was twentyone and Bernice was 
twenty-two, she was now a graduate student at college. They were both lovely 
girls. I was thrilled by their attentions. 

They picked me up and we took a long drive out into the country. Janice was 
the younger, and she had a brand spanking new Mustang that she drove. The 
other girl, Bernice, brought along a huge blanket and a box lunch for all of 
us. 

I think they must have been to the picnic site many times before, because 
they drove right off the road even though there was no paved highway and 
brought their car to a stop next to a barbed wire fence. We wiggled through 
it and walked through the tall brush to where there was a small stream and 
big trees. 

No one could see us at all. 

Bernice spread the blanket and placed it on the ground and we all sat down. 
The idea of being alone with two older gals made me excited and I think this 
showed. They both smiled at each other. 

Bernice said, "It's getting awfully warm. You girls don't mind if I take off 
my sweater?" 

Janice and I said we didn't mind at all. 

A moment later, though, she also took off her blouse and her bra. She lay 
down in the hot sun, running her hands over her breasts and cupping them so 
they stood way out. She said, "Won't one of you kiss one of my little 
pinkies?" 

I was shocked, I'll tell you. I couldn't think of a thing to say. But I 
didn't have to. Janice spoke for me. "We'll both kiss them for you." 

In minutes, Janice and I were at them, licking, and kissing them. I got real 
excited. Then I felt Janice's hand at my panties, moving them down. Her 
finger probed my pussy. 

I sucked on Bernice's breasts all the harder. Then I felt Bernice's hands on 
my breasts. She held them and cupped them. The next thing I knew, I was 
totally nude and they were moving me so I was lying on my back on the 
blanket. I guess I didn't spread my legs wide enough, because they spread 
them wide and then they really got busy on me. 

Bernice sucked my breasts and Janice got busy at my pussy. I was about ready 
to burst! The light breezes flowed around my body, drying the saliva from 
their tongues! That made me all the more excited! They kept at it. They were 
both experts. When I came, I screamed so loud if anybody had been within a 
mile they must have heard it. No one did. 

Both the girls looked pleased that they had made me come so good. They must 
have talked about making love to me for a long time. The whole thing was 
expertly done! They didn't do anything to one another, but I guess that was 
understandable. 

They were both roommates! 

We stayed there a while longer, ate our lunch and enjoyed talking. They 
drove me back home around four.'I was still dizzy when I told Anne about it. 

Since the school year began I had made twelve young girls Lani had promoted 
and brought to her place for me. I asked her one day how in the world she 
could find so many little darlings. Every single girl she brought was 
between thirteen and fourteen. Every one was overly-developed for her age. 
Their curves had started to come out, and most of them had real nice legs. 
All of them had cute little pert buttocks. And what pussies! 

Lani didn't bother with any girls unless they showed some breast 
development. One neat little trick Lani thought up was to watch the girls 
strip naked in the gym shower room. When she saw a girl with a pretty nice 
growth of hair around her pussy, she'd make a mental note of the girl's 
name. She'd also keep her eyes open for a girl who was starting to ogle the 
boys. If that happened Lani knew that the girl was coming on and that she 
had better move fast. Anyway, even if we did goof on a few, I 
"indoctrinated" twelve of them and then Lani would have a go at them 
herself! 

Most of the gals who came up had heard about us so they were usually curious 
as to what would happen. And they found out, too. In short order. I was 
really expert at my indoctrination. First, I'd have them sit real close to 
me. Then I'd ask them about their schoolwork. While they were telling me 
about that, I would run my hand up and down their thighs. Usually, they 
parted their thighs for me. 

Next, I would bend them back on the couch and plant a nice wet kiss in their 
mouths, while I took hold of their little breasts. As soon as they returned 
my kiss, I would really get busy. 

I'd run my hand up under their panties and feel the little tufts of hair 
that were just barely beginning to cover their pussies. The first thing I 
knew, they had their panties off and I was kissing their pussies! Sometimes 
it took them longer to come, but they always did come. After they did that 
once, they would want to keep coming back for more. 

Lani and I had more young girls than we could handle! 

We even started getting a couple of the girls to visit us on the same 
afternoon once they were accustomed to Lesbian love. 

We'd kinda work it so the two gals paired off with one another. Then those 
two would usually start going together. We started about five couples of 
eighth graders going steady that year. Of course, they all still hung around 
Lani and me, always hoping for another invite to Lani's place. 

 LETTER TWO 

"Summer Means Sex" 

In this letter, Norma describes a bizarre tea party in which she and several 
of her girl friends "serve" older women. Despite an unusual party in which 
women disrobe, Norma expresses little actual surprise or shock, nor does she 
acknowledge its bizarreness. Yet one can not imagine that Norma is unaware 
that the activities are far from normal. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: By July of that summer, I was missing Lani and Pua a lot. 
I had the dates with the older girls I told you about and, of course, Anne 
and I still had a nice session at least twice a week, but I missed the 
younger girls. Anne said it would be O.K., so I started calling one of them 
about once a week to get her to come to the house. They were so sweet and 
eager. And it was fun. 

Anne always wanted to meet each girl I invited and she always treated her 
real nice. Each time she'd say, "Come up again, darling. I know you and 
Norma have fun together." 

One day, just after the Fourth of July, Anne ran into the house all excited. 

She said, "Norma, I've got the best news yet!" We sat down on the couch and 
she started, "You remember my telling you about Aunt Mildred? Well, she's 
giving a tea next Monday afternoon, for a few friends at her beach cottage. 
Although, from all I hear, it's a lot more than just a cottage. She wants 
six attractive young girls to serve. She'll pay each girl twenty dollars. 
Think of it! That's two-weeks' allowance! Do you think you could get five of 
your eighth grade girl friends to serve with you?" 

"Golly, Anne! I'll sure try!" I called seven of the girls. Five of them 
grabbed at the chance! 

Again, Anne arranged everything. We were to meet at our house, Monday at 
noon. Aunt Mildred would pick us up. Promptly at twelve o'clock, Aunt 
Mildred drove up in her "Caddie" sedan. We all trooped out and piled in, 
four in back and two of us up front with Aunt Mildred. In minutes, we girls 
all felt relaxed with her. She had a way of putting people at ease. 

We were all a little worried about the serving because none of us had had 
any experience at that. Aunt Mildred said, "Don't worry your pretty little 
heads. It's simple, I'll show you what to do before my guests arrive!" 

The "cottage" turned out to be two stories high, with twelve rooms, six 
baths, a huge swimming pool, and a private beach yet. Millie first showed us 
how to serve, then said, "Come, girls! I'll show you your uniforms." We 
followed her into the huge master bedroom. 

"Take off your dresses, I'll get out your maid costumes," she said. 

When Millie came back carrying six darling little maids' caps and some 
frilly-looking aprons on her arms, we were all in our bras and panties. 
Millie looked us over, all smiles. "You girls look so cute! But! Take off 
your undies, too!" This surprised us but we all did as we were told. When we 
stood there naked, Millie, who was sitting in a big chair watching us peel, 
said, "Come over here, Norma! Kneel in front of me so I can put your cap 
on!" This I did. 

"Now, stand up, darling!" she said. 

She put the maid's apron on me. It was black and sheer and came just below 
my pussy-hair in front. The top barely covered my nipples. It tied around my 
neck. Remember! It was an apron! So-o of course it had no back! 

Millie then said, "Look in the glass, darling!" After I did, she said, "Sit 
down, girls! I'll explain what we're doing and why." I guess the girls 
looked kinda shocked and Millie thought she'd better get things straight. 

She said, "You girls have all heard of nudists' clubs and sun worshippers. 
Well, the ladies and I are all nudists. That means we'll have tea at the 
side of the pool in the secluded patio and we'll all be naked. I didn't 
think it was right to ask you girls to serve naked, so-o I bought these cute 
little costumes for you. Aren't they darling? Turn around, Norma! Model for 
us!" 

I made a complete turn in front of everybody. Several girls giggled. 

"Now, girls! Let me put on your caps and aprons!" The first two girls were a 
little embarrassed, but when three of us were in our serving costumes it 
began to seem O.K. By the time we were all in uniform we had begun to get a 
little fun out of it, teasing one another and giggling at all our bare 
buttocks. 

Millie took us to the large kitchen where a young colored woman, about 
twenty-two or twenty-three, was preparing tea and petits fours. She looked 
up when we entered and Millie introduced us. 

"Mary! These are our six petite waitresses who will serve the petits fours. 
Our guests will arrive in a few minutes." 

Mary was a beautiful, shapely mulatto, almost white. She wore a tiny, sheer, 
white apron that was topless! And a petite white cap to top things off. 

She explained that she usually works at Millie's studio. "I help Miss 
Mildred out every now and then when she and her lady friends have a party. 
They always tip real good." 

We stayed in the kitchen while Mary mentioned interesting little things 
about "movies." She finished preparing tea and goodies for the ladies. In 
about twenty minutes I heard the intercom speaker buzz in the kitchen. It 
was Millie from poolside. 

"Mary, you may serve now!" 

Mary set out trays on the serving table telling us, "You can take these out 
now, little dollies! One tray for each lady." 

Each of us took a tray, and started for the patio. The ladies were lounging 
in summer chaise-lounges on one side of the pool. Millie had warned us that 
they would all be naked, but it was still a little shock when we saw them. I 
know we all stopped and gaped when we first saw them ... six very attractive 
women ranging in age from about thirty to forty, completely naked, and fully 
at ease. They were chatting, laughing and sunning themselves. 

"Over here, girls!" Millie called to us. 

As we stood, ready to serve, Millie introduced us. "Girls, these are my 
sister-sunbathers. I'll bet you have something delicious for them!" Millie's 
sun-sisters were enthusiastic as we each walked toward one sister to place 
our trays on the tea tables at the side of the chaise lounges. 

"Oh, Millie, darling! What a delightfully clever idea! They're just too 
precious, Millie!" We heard these and other highly complimentary remarks as 
Millie's sisters expressed their appreciation with us. 

We each stood by our assigned sister, as they sampled the petit fours and 
sipped tea. Our duties were light and few. We just refilled their cups as 
needed and, several times, one of us passed a tray of various tea-cakes to 
them. When they finished, we moved away, then returned to the patio and 
stood lined up in front of them as Millie had coached us to do. Millie said, 
"Now! Sister sun-worshippers! The girls are going to model the latest in 
maids' uniforms! 

"Oh! Good! Good! Jolly! Hear! Hear!" The ladies were delighted! 

One by one we paraded, slowly, to the end of the pool and back. We ended our 
"show" in front of the sisters, slowly made one full turn and then curtsied. 
The women loved it. As Isolde, the last girl, ended her promenade, one 
sister exclaimed, "They're so darling! Just like little starlets! I'd love 
to take one home with me!" 

Pleased, we ran back to the kitchen and helped Mary tidy up. Then we changed 
to our bikinis and raced one another to the beach, just in front of the 
cottage. Between swimming and beach volleyball, we had two hours of real 
fun. We went back, showered and dressed. When I looked out, the patio was 
empty. Millie's sisters had all left. 

We heard Millie call from the living room. "Girls! Come in here!" Millie 
walked toward us and handed each of us a crisp, new twentydollar bill. 

"Thank you so much, girls! You were just wonderful!" We smiled, pleased at 
her compliment. 

"Would you like to serve at other parties?" she asked and smiled when we all 
gurgled, "Oh, yes! We'd love to!" 

"Well, Norma, I'll let your sister know and she can get in touch with you 
girls." 

It didn't take me long to figure it out. That first "tea" we served was 
merely an excuse for us gals to be paraded, nearly nude, in front of 
Millie's friends. So they could see how much they liked us and which ones 
they liked the best. Because the other "serving" jobs didn't involve tea at 
all. And a lot of times there weren't any guests whatsoever. Just the 
hostess! 

All six of us gals got several "serving jobs during the summer. Naturally, 
afterwards, we all compared notes. Each of us were asked to do the same sort 
of thing. "Serve" the hostesses sexual needs. 

How? A lot of ways. 

Some of the "hostesses" wanted us to go down on them. Others wanted to go 
down on us. Some just wanted to make mutual love in bed. Others wanted 
"unusual" things to be done. 

The lady who kept wanting me to serve told me she liked me because I seemed 
"eager." 

She said, "You're so cute. Norma. And you have such lovely buttocks. As soon 
as I saw them, I knew I must have you!" 

She didn't start out that way by any means. She only told me that after we 
had already been in bed. She had asked me to "serve" her on Saturday. I was 
thrilled at the prospect of picking up some extra money. And of the prospect 
of having some extra sex. Anne knew what was going to happen and she thought 
it was an absolutely great idea. 

When I arrived at June's home (in a taxi she had sent for me), she was 
wearing only the thinnest negligee imaginable. 

At first I thought I must be early, but then I saw her hair was neatly 
combed. She ushered me into her plush apartment, and suggested I sit down 
and relax for a moment. 

She left the room and returned in just a moment with the same serving 
uniform I wore at Millie's "tea party." 

She said, "Here, Norma. Put this on. It looks so cute on you." 

I put it on and just stood in the middle of the room, wondering where the 
guests were. And what to do. 

June was an attractive brunette, a divorcee. She was about forty. Her body 
was in real good condition. She noticed I was puzzled and tried to set me at 
ease. 

"Oh, we're the only ones that will be at this party," she said, smiling. 
"Would you mind serving me in the bedroom?" 

She walked out of the living room and down the bedroom hallway, her negligee 
flowing after her. I followed her. When I went into the bedroom, she had 
already tossed off her negligee and was lying on the sheets of her bed, her 
legs bent and spread. 

She pointed to her pussy and told me it needed "servicing." 

"Do it to me there and if you serve it right, I will give you a magnificent 
tip." 

I went over to the bed and lay between her legs. Her pussy was spread wide 
open and I could see her clitoris was already throbbing. I took it in my 
lips and then ran my tongue up and down her pussy until June's head was 
thrashing from one side of the pillow to the other. 

I kept at it, putting my hands under her buttocks and moving her so I had 
better access to all parts of her pussy. She was moaning, "Oh, that's good. 
That's good. Keep it up, Norma, baby." 

I did. I kept at her until I could feel her come flow right out of her and 
into my mouth. And still, I kept at her, until she made no more movement. 
She was still breathing hard, but she wasn't moving at all. Then she took my 
head in her hands and moved me up to her face and kissed me. 

She said, "Oh, baby, Norma. That was so good. It's so good to taste my come 
on your lips. You're good, baby." 

She gave me a real big kiss and called a taxi for me. That was later after 
we had eaten lunch. She told me I would be back many, many times and I was 
glad of that. She gave me twenty dollars and a fiver besides. I "served" her 
again about six times that summer. 

All the other girls served "private" little teas, too, and all of them made 
good tips. After all, we knew what we were doing! 

One of the girls, Virginia, told me she got fifty dollars each time she 
"served" the producer's wife, Mrs. Harris. Mrs. Harris was also a semi-pro 
photographer. She took a lot of pictures of Virginia. Some intimate. Some 
innocent. 

Virginia showed her mother copies of the "innocent" photos and said she was 
modeling. She gave her mother most of the money she earned from Mrs. Harris. 
Virginia's folks were kinda poor and I know it helped out. 

 LETTER THREE "Sexing On Film" 

More than any of Norma's earlier letters, this one shows Norma's apparent 
lack of feeling of guilt over her various sexual activities. Even when 
seeing herself performing sex acts on film, she is not embarrassed or 
ashamed, but merely again becomes sexually excited to the point of having 
sex with the other woman who is running the film for her. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

You'll laugh when I tell you this! That same month I got in the movies! 

Virginia called me one Tuesday morning, and asked me if she could come over. 
Naturally I said, "Yes." She wanted to talk privately, so I opened two cold 
Pepsis, and we went out on the patio where no one could overhear. 

She told me how she had started on her first job as private maid to Mrs. 
Harris, the producer's wife, and how, on her first day, her employer went 
down on her. On her second day there, Mrs. Harris repeated the act and 
persuaded Virginia to do her. She had been "serving" Mrs. Harris once a week 
since then. Mrs. Harris was pretty clever. Little by little, she pumped 
Virginia. Of course, she promised Virginia that she would never mention a 
thing of what Virginia told her to anyone. Virgie finally told her all about 
Lani, Pua and me. She also told her about the other eighth-grade girls who 
used to come to Lani's place. She told Mrs. Harris that I was her first 
teacher and that she was very fond of me. Mrs. Harris complimented Virginia, 
saying she was photogenic. I looked that up. It means your photographs come 
out good. 

Anyway! Mrs. Harris told her to ask me if I'd be interested in making a 
movie. 

I about flipped! Would I ever! 

"When do we start, Virginia?" I asked, excited. 

Well, it seems that there were quite a number of "details" to work out, but 
Mrs. Harris would give Virginia all the information in a few days. Virginia 
made me promise to keep it a secret. She said, "Don't even tell Anne!" 

It wasn't long! The very next Tuesday I met Virgie at ten o'clock in the 
morning and we took a bus to Mrs. Harris's house. 

The house was a huge Hollywood type, with sunken living room and bathroom. 
The furniture was luxurious. Mrs. Harris was about forty-five and a little 
fat. She was very anxious to get started. 

"Darlings! We're going to 'shoot' today!" she said. Golly, was I thrilled! 
Mrs. Harris had gotten my measurements from Virgie and already knew Virgie's 
measurements. She had ordered special wardrobes for both of us. She dressed 
us in typical "mod" teen clothes. I wore a "shirt-tail" dress that was more 
like a "tail" dress. I think a man's shirt is longer! It zipped down the 
front. For Virgie she got a micromini skirt, very tight, and a skintight 
sweater that buttoned in front. We both had barefoot sandals that were 
really just soles and narrow leather cross-laces. She had brought us sheer, 
lace-edged black panties that had no panels in front. We wore no bras! 

We walked out back "on location." The Harrisses had acres around their 
sprawling estate. There was a path, like a public park walk, winding through 
trees, flowers, and shrubs. Mrs. Harris had placed an authentic "public park 
bench" on the edge of the path, facing a fish-pond. That was our set. Not 
elaborate. 

In the first "shot," I walked slowly down the path, carrying several 
schoolbooks. I hesitated at the bench a couple of seconds, then sat down. I 
crossed my legs, opened a book, and started thumbing through it. 

In a minute I looked up and saw Virgie coming down the path toward me. She 
was walking with a little twisting movement. Her breasts stuck out nice and 
her skirt came, honestly, just one foot below her waist. She looked plenty 
"sexy." I got up and ran several feet to meet her. We threw our arms around 
each other, pressed our bodies close, and Frenchkissed. Then I took Virgie 
by the hand and led her to the bench. When we sat down I started making love 
to her. We tongue-kissed. I started fondling her breasts. Then I started to 
unbutton her sweater, still tongue-kissing her. Once I had her sweater open, 
I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She was really getting hot! It wasn't 
acting! And don't think I wasn't turned on! Virgie was one of the most 
loving girls that Lani ever brought me! 

As the script called for, I reached up and unbuttoned my dress-top, pulled 
it back and pushed my uncovered breasts for Virgie. She reached over and 
began to fondle them; fingering each protruding nipple. Then we Frenchkissed 
again. I put my hand on Virgie's thigh, moving it slowly up her inner thigh. 
Her legs spread. Now I had my hand between her legs, playing with her 
through her sheer panties. Right then Mrs. Harris cried, "Cut!" We were 
pleased at her reaction. 

"Oh, darlings! That was great! I'm sure we can print every foot of it!" 

She also took some special "close-ups." One of us sucking tongues, one of my 
unbuttoning Virgie's sweater; another of me unbuttoning my top. She also 
filmed us fondling each others' breasts and took some of me moving my hand 
up between Virgie's legs. 

Mrs. Harris then said, "Enough, darlings! Let's call it a day!" After we 
went inside the house, Mrs. Harris asked us to "Come up to my bedroom, 
girls!" We followed her upstairs into a fantastic bedroom. It had a large 
TV, a record player combo, and even a movie screen! 

She said, "Now listen! I have to drive to the studio to attend to some 
business. It may take an hour. Here's a "script" I want you girls to read. 
Do you mind reading it here? There are cokes in the frig over there. Lots of 
good records and mags." 

"O.K." Virgie and I said at once. Mrs. Harris advised us, "If the doorbell 
rings, don't answer it. Just have fun." And she was gone. 

I knew what I wanted to do to "have fun." I took Virgie's hands and led her 
toward the bed. "Come over here, sweetheart. Let's finish our scene." 

Virgie shrugged! "This reminds me of the first time at Lani's." It was very 
much like our first time. We undressed each other in record time. Then we 
sucked tongues, fondled one another, and sucked each other's breasts. Then I 
got up and sat in a big chair. I made Virgie kneel between my legs and suck 
my pussybut only for a few minutes. I forced myself to push her away, so she 
could sit down and I could suck her pussy. When I felt she was about to 
come, I withdrew my tongue. 

"Oh, Norma!" She pushed her pussy toward me, lifting it up. I pushed against 
her and we landed on the bed again. Automatically we got into the sixty-nine 
position and began sucking each other hungrily. Man, were we hot! We had 
drained each other in about five minutes. After we caught our breath, we 
showered and dressed. 

When Mrs. Harris came in, about ten minutes later, we were sipping Pepsi's 
and watching color TV. I remember I was glad she didn't come back too soon. 

The next day, around eleven, Virgie and I went back "on location." We met 
Mrs. Harris at a drugstore about three blocks from my house, and she drove 
us to her place. After she made us up, we put on the same costumes we'd worn 
the day before and went to the park bench location. Mrs. Harris had the 
camera already set up. We picked up the scene where we had "cut" the 
previous day. Virgie and I were tongue-kissing and I had my hand under her 
dress, between her legs. 

Then I got up, pulled Virgie to me, and pointed toward the house. Virgie 
hesitated but I took her hand and led her up the path. Mrs. Harris shot from 
the rear as we walked away. We did just one more very short scene just 
outside the door of Mrs. Harris's bedroom. She shot us as we walked toward 
the bedroom and stopped in front of the door. I was still leading Virgie by 
the hand. I started to open the door, but Virgie pulled back. I pulled her 
to me and French-kissed her, my hands on her buttocks. That persuaded her. I 
opened the door and led her inside, closing the door behind us. 

Mrs. Harris said, "It ought to be real good!" She said she would print what 
she had taken and run it for us in a couple of days. 

Thursday afternoon Virgie phoned me-and said-we could go to Mrs. Harris's 
the next morning and she would run the footage she had taken. I remember how 
excited I was. I couldn't wait to see myself on the screen. 

When we got to Mrs. Harris's house, she met us at the door in a filmy gown. 
Inside she hugged us both and kissed Virgie on the mouth. I noticed that 
Virgie kissed her right back. 

Josephine, one of Mrs. Harris's sun-sisters was there, too. She was one of 
the six ladies we served at Millie's tea party. She, also, had on a black 
sheer short robe. She was sitting on the davenport and greeted us both 
warmly when we sat down beside her. 

"How are the little starlets? I'm anxious to see you girls on film!" Virgie 
giggled and Mrs. Harris walked to the bar so she could fix us a little 
lifter. She came over with a tray and handed Virgie and me tall glasses of 
Pepsi. She knew that was our favorite. She handed Josie a cocktail glass 
three-fourths filled with an amber liquid. Her drink was the same as 
Josie's. 

I said to Josie, "What's in your glass?" 

Josie put her glass to my lips. "Here! Taste!" she urged. I took a tiny 
taste. It had a kinda sweetish taste but it burned. I made a face. Josie 
laughed as she took a good slug of it. "This's only for us 'old lushes!'" 

Josie was far from old. She looked about twenty-five, although, I guess she 
was nearer thirty-five. She had been under contract at a movie studio for a 
long time. She was a very attractive woman. And stacked! She made Mrs. 
Harris look matronly! But Mrs. Harris was really rather stunning, too. I 
remember thinking, she's quite a lot older than Mom. She was on the heavy 
side, not flabby though. She had quite a good figure, actually. Her breasts 
were rather large but surprisingly firm for her age. Neither she nor Josie 
were wearing anything under their sheer robes that morning. They were old 
friends. 

After we had finished our lifters, Sylvia, as Josie called Mrs. Harris, got 
up, smiled, and said, "Shall we preview?" 

She led us upstairs to Sylvia's studio-bedroom where two love seats were 
placed facing the screen. Josie took my hand and said, "Let's sit here, 
darling." Sylvia said, "You here, Virgie." Sylvia darkened the bedroom, 
flipped on the projector and sat down by Virgie. The film started. 

SCHOOL DAZE Featuring Gigi and Fifi (Two loving teeners) 

It was in color. Then I saw me! I was walking slowly down the park path 
carrying schoolbooks. Wow! That shirt-skirt was really short! I walked to 
the bench and sat down, crossing my legs. Up went the shirt-skirt. At this 
point Sylvia had adjusted the camera for a quick close-up shot. The camera 
focused on my full breasts. 

At that moment Josie put her arm around my shoulder, leaned over and 
whispered, "Look, Ma! No bra!" I giggled. The film was fullsized, not that 8 
mm, home movie bit. It was sharp. The bright sunlight in Sylvia's garden, a 
fine camera, and Sylvia's expert shooting, had produced a real "pro" film. 
Now, Virgie approached, obviously looking for someone. I spotted her. Then 
we were holding each other close, standing several feet from the bench. Our 
mouths joined in a long French-kiss. As we kissed on the screen, I felt 
Josie's hand tighten on my shoulder. She lowered her mouth to mine and 
kissed me passionately. 

"Oh, baby!" she whispered in my ear, "You're sweet!" Her kiss felt real 
nice. I tingled! The film ran on. 

In the scene where Virgie and I unbuttoned each other and fondled one 
another's breasts, I felt Josie's hand move down into my blouse. She slipped 
her long fingers into my bra. She was squeezing my breast gently. I didn't 
push her hand away. On the screen when I caressed Virgie's inner thigh and 
moved my hand up between her legs, I felt Josie's warm palm sliding up 
between my own legs. I spread my legs a little. 

Then it was Virgie and me standing in front of the bench. We were kissing, 
pressed against each other. I pointed toward the house. In the next shot, 
taken from behind, we walked up the path slowly. Our arms were around each 
other's waists. Our buttocks swayed invitingly. I noticed one thing. On 
screen, things are a little sharper. The shots of our buttocks, thighs, and 
breasts, magnified them a little. We both looked like we had a "little more" 
than we really do have. As we kissed at the bedroom door and went inside, 
closing it, the film ended. 

Sylvia flipped on the lights. "How did you like it, dollies?" 

"Gee! Mrs. Harris," I said, "you're a wonderful cameraman! You made us look 
like screen stars!" She laughed. "You are screen stars! And I have the film 
to prove it." 

The three of us sat there and talked, Virgie and I chattering excitedly 
about our picture. Sylvia had gone downstairs for a while. She returned in a 
few minutes carrying a tray with four drinkies on it, and two legal-size 
envelopes. As she passed round the drinks, she handed Virgie and me the 
envelopes. Hand-printed on mine was: Norma Valkyrie Films. Virgie's was the 
same, only it had "Virginia" on it. 

As Sylvia sat down beside Virgie she smiled and said, "Open the envelopes, 
darlings!" We eagerly tore them open! Inside? Money! A stack of it!! We 
counted twenty crisp, new fivedollar bills! We gasped happily! We couldn't 
believe it! 

"Golly, Mrs. Harris! That's too much!" She laughed. "Not one penny too much, 
darlings! I gave you five-dollar bills. They'll attract less attention. But 
don't start 'throwing them around.' Some big nose may wonder at your sudden 
wealth!" She laughed, "And we don't want that, do we?" 

I put the bills into my teen-bag, saying to Josie, "I know just where I'll 
keep my loot. In my diary. No one is allowed to open that! Not even Anne!" 

Mom had always taught Anne and me to respect the little privacies of others. 
Mom always said, "Don't ever let me hear you nosing into other people's 
business!" Dad felt the same way. "Stoolies" were his pet aversion. He said, 
"I got a bellyful of them on police beat when I was a cub reporter!" 

We took a couple of sips from our drinks and Sylvia said, "Shall we preview 
another short film? I think you'll all be interested." Virgie and I were 
eager! "Oh, yes, Sylvia!" we chorused. 

Mrs. Harris had insisted that we drop the formality and call her Sylvia, 
which we soon shortened to Syl. It seemed so much more intimate. Josie had 
already seen the second film. She told me later that she and Syl had 
previewed it, sitting right here, before Virgie and I arrived. She said, "We 
both got turned on watching it, Believe me!" 

Even though I'm supposed to be real good in composition and have always 
gotten A's in English, it's going to be hard to write down my "reactions" to 
the next film. 

As we sat on the love seats, sipping our drinks, Syl darkened the bedroom 
again, and started the projector ... the title was on: 

Gigi and Fifi (alone at last) 

I had the surprise of my life! Virgie and I were inside what was, obviously, 
this very bedroom! I was closing the door. We stood close together, our 
mouths joined in a long Frenchkiss. Our hands were fondling each other's 
buttocks. Then I led Virgie to the bed, laughing. God! It couldn't be! But 
it was! The whole scene of what Virgie and I had done while Sylvia went to 
the studio, was unfolding vividly on the screen. Everything! From the moment 
I laid Virgie on the bed to the scene in the overstuffed chair when we took 
turns, kneeling between each other's legs, to our hot sixty-nine scene on 
the bed. 

I know I was too excited watching every inch of the film to think about the 
consequences. As I unbuttoned Virgie's sweater on the screen, I felt Josie's 
fingers unbuttoning my blouse. Her hands were trembling. Virgie was now 
unzipping my dress on the screen, and Josie's fingers duplicated the action. 
She was now fondling my swelling breasts as we both sat close together in 
the darkened bedroom and watched the schoolgirls' love scene. 

When I took off Virgie's panties, I felt Josie's hot, slick tongue in my 
ear, laving it! Now she was sucking my earlobe. I felt her hot breath as she 
whispered, "Take off your little panties, baby!" I didn't hesitate. Keeping 
my eyes glued to the love scene, I raised up slightly, slipping my panties 
off, and handed them to Josie. She whispered, "That's a sweet dolly." 

The film ran on about a half-hour. The fadeout was Virgie and I sitting, 
fully dressed, in our typical schoolgirl skirts and sweater's, innocently 
sipping from Pepsi bottles as we watched a TV western. At the end, Syl 
reached back and flipped a switch. Soft amber lighted the bedroom. 

Josie had been stroking my inner thighs and petting the tuft of my pussy for 
the last ten minutes of the film. She had opened her thin robe and put one 
of my hands on her full hot breast. I fingered her nipple as I watched the 
love scene. Her hands were now between my slightly spread legs. I learned 
something that afternoon. If you're trying to "make out" with another girl, 
just get her into a bedroom and fondle her, as you watch two or more girls 
in a "hot" movie short. 

When the soft light came on, there I sat naked from the wast up. My short 
skirt was bunched above my waist. Josie's robe was wide open. I glanced at 
the other love seat. I didn't have to feel embarrassed. Syl had Virgie in 
her arms, they were in a long soul-kiss. They had gone Josie and me one 
better! They were both naked!!! I was practically in a "sex trance." I threw 
my arms around Josie and lay close to her. Our mouths joined in a passionate 
Frenchkiss. Josie's long, delicate fingers were trailing over my thighs and 
buttocks as she drew my tongue into her mouth. 

After a long moment, Josie took me in her arms and carried me to the bed, 
our mouths still glued together. She laid me gently on the huge bed and got 
on top of me. Syl and Virgie were already on the other half of the bed. Syl 
was sucking Virgie's breasts.... 

 LETTER FOUR "The Whip And I" 

Norma's first experience with whipping is noteworthy in that she enjoys the 
whipping. One gets the impression that, at some level, Norma feels she 
should be punished for her rebellious actions, and the whipping gratifies 
her unconscious need for punishment. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Well! That was another afternoon stashed among my memories! 

After we had showered and dressed, we sat downstairs in the living room. By 
then, we were all cooled off! That you may believe! 

Now that I was out of my sex trance, I started thinking about the film. 
Sylvia had taken it through lenses on two walls of the bedroom. The camera 
lenses were inserted in the center of two futuristic wall-plaques. They were 
camouflaged to look like a part of the plaques. The cameras, of course, were 
in an adjoining room. I helped Syl operate them lots of times after that. 

I was starting to worry. I said, "Gee, Sylvia! 

No one else will get to see that film, will they? I'd dte!" 

Sylvia patted my thigh. "Of course not, baby! Do you think I'm crazy? These 
go into my safety deposit vault! Oh, I may show it to a few of my most 
trusted girlfriends! And! We four may want to enjoy it together again. But 
no one else!" I was reassured. I knew I could trust Sylvia. She was 
discreet! And very careful! She had to be! She was the wife of a famous 
producer! 

I had a real crush on Josie for a' while. I memorized her unlisted phone 
number and called her the next afternoon. I wanted to see her again. I 
remember that I had a kind of crush on Lani, too. But no girl, outside of 
Anne, had ever gotten to me like Josie before. Her maid answered, "Miss 
Josephine is out, may I take a message?" I said, "Just say that Norma 
called." I was disappointed. 

Well! I got her on the phone the next day, for a minute. She was "just 
leaving" she said, and "late for a shooting. Would I call her tomorrow 
morning?" It was three more days, during which I called her daily, till she 
finally said, "Come today, darling! At noon!" It was ten o'clock when she 
said that, but it seemed like a long time before I was dressed and ready to 
go by eleven. I killed time, till eleven-thirty, then walked two blocks to a 
yellow cab stand. I invested three dollars of one of my new "fives" in cab 
fare. I felt kinda big "taking a cab." I even played the big spender and 
gave the cabby a fifty-cent tip. 

Josie let me in. She was wearing skintight black satin jodhpurs, a tight 
black pullover, and almost knee-high, black high-heeled patent leather 
boots. All she lacked was a riding crop. But she had one of those, too, as I 
soon found out! Her hair was combed very severely. Slicked down and parted 
in the middle. Braids hung down over her shoulders. She looked a lot 
different. But I liked her costume! 

"Come in, darling!" She kissed my cheek lightly as she held my hands and 
looked down into my eyes. "Have you been a good girl?" I knew what she 
meant. I'd been good, all right! Anne was at the beach for a few days and I 
hadn't even talked to another girl since the afternoon of my film debut, 
except on the phone. I did play with myself mildly a couple of nights, but 
resisted the urge to make myself come.... 

"Come, sit here, baby!" She led me to the couch. She sat a couple of feet 
away from me, facing me. She started talking about the film and our watching 
it together. She asked if I enjoyed our other afternoon. She made me talk 
about it. She watched me intently as I told her what a lovely afternoon it 
was for me. She was deliberately getting me hot without even touching me. 
She said, "I heard from Syl that you do a neat act called Postures and 
Poses!" I was surprised! "Who told you that?" 

"Oh, Virgie told Syl about it. She said your act is really good!" I said, 
"It's really not all that great!" 

She smiled, "You're just modest! Would you do it for me?" I hesitated, a 
little shy and Josie continued, "I have a little costume you can wear. 
Please do, darling!" 

"All right, Josie! If you really want me to." 

"Come, sweet! You can change in here!" We entered the bedroom. She handed me 
a wisp of black material, saying, "Put this on! Take your time, baby! Come 
out when you're ready!" She went back into the living room, closing the 
bedroom door behind her. I looked at the costume. It was two panels of 
transparent black. There was a hole at the top through which you, obviously, 
were supposed to slip your head. It came just about two inches below my 
waist. I remember I was trembling slightly as I undressed, combed my hair 
out and slipped the costume over my head. I was kinda nervous, too. I knew 
that Josie was a dancer as well as an actress. I did hope she'd like my 
amateur postures and poses. 

I was ready! I took a last look at myself in the mirror. Wow! Those two 
sheer black panels were even sexier than my black babydoll that Anne likes 
so much. I drew close to my twin in the mirror. I kissed her mouth. 

I opened the door slowly and glided out. The shades were drawn. Soft, blue, 
indirect lighting bathed the room. I started slowly; putting all I had into 
it. I posed and postured for about ten minutes. In my finale, I stopped 
about two feet in front of Josie. My head was back, my breasts thrown 
forward. With my legs wide spread, I pushed my pussy toward Josie. 

"Oh, baby!" she moaned, and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me 
gently down beside her. I was shaking! She leaned down, pulled the panels 
off, and began sucking one of my breasts while she fondled the other. She 
sucked my breasts, giving them each full attention for several minutes. She 
withdrew her mouth from my breast, pulled me to her, and began 
French-kissing me. As she kissed me, she was fondling my buttocks. I was 
half-lying, sidewise to her. Then she gave my hot buttocks two little spanks 
as our tongues laved one another's. I let out a moan of pleasure-pain. I 
quivered! Josie knew the sign. She whispered in my ear, "Do you like to be 
whipped, baby?" 

As I told you, just the sound of the word "whip" drives me crazy! I didn't 
answer. I just raised her hand to my mouth and licked her palm. 

I began sobbing! She stroked my hair. "There, there, baby! Don't cry! Mommie 
will whip you!" She reached under the end-table and picked up a riding-whip. 
She said, "Stand up, darling, and face me!" 

She started whipping my upper thighs. With the first cut of the quirt, I let 
out a muffled scream as the leather bit into my thigh. She whipped both 
thighs alternately. I looked down at myself. Red stripes covered my upper 
thighs. Welts were rising! Josie ordered me to "Turn around!" I obeyed. 

She started whipping my upper thighs, in back. My buttocks were next. She 
whipped my buttocks harder! 

She moaned almost continually as my whipping progressed. One last lash on my 
buttocks and it was over. I dropped to my knees, sobbing, my head in her 
lap. She stroked my hair for a couple of minutes until my sobs gradually 
diminished. Then, softly, she said, "Take off my boots!" I obeyed her. As I 
removed her boots I bent down and sucked each lovely bare toe. 

"Now, my sweater, baby!" I obeyed again. Josie wore no bra! "Now! My 
jodhpurs!" I unfastened her belt. My hands were trembling. 

She raised up enough to allow me to pull them down and off. Underneath she 
wore scanty, satin, skintight briefs. In seconds, I had them off, too. 

Still kneeling before her, I looked up into her eyes. They drooped! A half 
smile was on her face. I'd like to have had a picture of her at that 
instant. It was the most sensual expression I have ever seen! 

As her eyes held mine, she spread her legs and at the same time reached out 
and pressed my head very gently downward. As I lowered my head, she leaned 
back. Her arms spread out on the back of the davenport. She lay her head 
back. I gave her what she wanted and loved every second of it. She came very 
soon, violently! I continued to lick her pussy slowly and tenderly until she 
quit twitching. I had a perfect, complete orgasm right with Josie! It began 
the very instant I felt her starting to come! 

Josie fell to the floor beside me and Frenchkissed my mouth long and 
lovingly. We lay back on the thick rug and dozed, my head on her arm. In 
about twenty minutes the phone's ringing awakened us. I heard her upset 
voice. 

"Oh, no! Not tonight? Yes, I know! Very well! Six-thirty call! Bye!" 

"Oh, damn, Norma, darling! Six-thirty at the studio! A "retake" on a scene 
which I thought was "in-the-can"! So-o! I'll have to be at the studio 
hairdressers at five-thirty to get my hair set exactly as it was in that 
scene. That means I'll have to hustle! I hope you won't mind! I wanted at 
least another hour with you, darling!" She hugged me tight and my tongue 
kissed her as our naked bodies pressed together. 

That was a wonderful afternoon for me. It cemented the crush I had on Josie. 
When I undressed that night, I stood in front of a mirror and looked at my 
punished upper-thighs and buttocks. There were about a dozen lovely welts on 
them. I caressed my welted buttocks, gloating in the love-pain. Josie had 
been careful not to whip me where the welts would show. 

By the time Anne got back from her beach trip, the welts had disappeared. It 
was the first severe "love-whipping" I'd ever had! And I enjoyed it! 

 LETTER FIVE "Love In The Afternoon" 

In a letter totally devoid of mention other than her sexual needs, desires, 
and experiences, Norma explains how she had casual sex with a girl she met 
briefly and would probably never see again. Soon after, she is receiving 
money for "servicing" an older woman after watching the sex film she had 
made earlier. Again, there is no mention of any untoward feelings she may 
have regarding her promiscuous sexual activity. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Oh! I must mention this! Remember Pauline? I had only dated her that one 
time, but she called me a couple of weeks later. She said her cousin, 
Beatrice, from Detroit, was visiting her for a few days. She had shown Bea a 
snapshot I had given to her of me in a bikini. 

Pauline said, "I told her what a sweet girl you are! She's dying to meet 
you!" 

Pauline invited me over and I said, "I'd love to meet Bea!" Pauline picked 
me up at my house the next morning around ten. She looked lovely! She is a 
stunning girl. Almost majestic. I'll bet she'll make a good M.D. 

As we drove to Pauline's house, she told me about Bea. "She's only my 
cousin, but we've always been pretty close to each other. She lived with us, 
here, for nine months about two years ago." 

Bea was eighteen, Pauline said. "I have to cut-out soon after we get to our 
house. I have a conference with my next fall's faculty advisor. You and Bea 
can get acquainted while I'm gone. I'll probably be a couple of hours." 

Bea was real cute. I took to her right off. That morning, she was wearing 
shorts, a halter and thong sandals. I was glad I'd worn just a skirt and 
sweater. I remember I considered wearing something more dressy, but it was 
just too warm for that. Pauline took off in a few minutes. "Have fun!" she 
said and she was gone. Pauline's folks both worked, like mine did. Bea and I 
had the house to ourselves. 

She said, "Sit there a minute, Norma!" She pointed to the davenport. "I'll 
mix some drinks! What do you like?" 

I said, "Oh! I tasted a rum drink once and I'd like to try one! If you have 
rum?" 

"Do I have rum? Wow! Uncle George had two cases delivered only yesterday! 
It's his and Aunt Martha's favorite pepper-upper! He likes Coke with it. 
Will that be O.K.?" 

"Just fine thanks," I answered. 

Bea brought our drinks in and sat by me, "Take a sip, Norma. I hope it's not 
too strong!" I sipped it. 

"Um-m! Good!" I said, but I could tell I wasn't sipping just a plain Coke. 
It was really a pepper-upper! 

Bea got up and put on a disc. A real neat jazz record. She brought an index 
of their records over to me. 

"Here, Norma!" She handed me a pencil. "Check some of your favorites and 
I'll play them for you." She sat by me, looking over my shoulder as I 
checked a half-dozen LP's. 

"Oh, Norma! You really pick 'em! I like every one of these, too." Bea put 
the six LP's on. She turned the volume low so we could still talk. The 
record music, mostly "jazz instrumentals," just drifted in. 

Bea didn't waste much time getting acquainted. She didn't use the cautious 
approach, asking me if I liked boys, and all that jive. She asked me right 
off, "Do you have a steady girl friend?" 

I said, "No! I don't go steady!" She told me there was one girl at home that 
she went out with quite a lot. "But!" she said, "We both have other dates!" 

I got confidential, telling her about Lani, Pua and me. She beamed! "Ooh! a 
'threesome!' I like those. My girl friend, her sister, and I 'sneak a 
threesome' whenever we can. I wish we had a nice apartment like Lani's." 

The rum was doing a job. I was looking at Bea's breasts. She noticed that. 
"You like them?" Nothing timid about Bea. I said, "They're real nice." She 
laughed. "Nothing wrong with yours, either." I said, "Thank you, ma'am." 

"Your glass is empty, Norma. Let me get you a refill. Excuse me!" She went 
to the kitchen and returned in a couple of minutes. She hand ed me a glass. 
Smiling, she raised her glass in a toast, "To us!" We clinked glasses and I 
repeated, "To us!" 

We sat and sipped and chatted. Bea had moved closer to me. She put her hand 
on my thigh as we talked. Suddenly, she said impetuously, "Oh, Norma! You'll 
think I'm awful!" She giggled! "Do you know what I'd like to do? I want to 
take off your sweater! There! I said it!" I was surprised! The frontal 
attack! I said, "All right! If you want to, Bea! I don't mind!" 

She had my sweater off and in seconds had unsnapped my bra and taken it off 
too. "I knew it!" She was pouting. "Yours are bigger than mine! See?" She 
untied her halter and pushed her breasts out for my inspection. She reached 
over and took my breasts in her hands. "Norma! They're lovely! May I kiss 
them?" For an answer I just gently pulled her head down. She drew one hard 
nipple then the other into her mouth. She laved and sucked my breasts for a 
couple of minutes. I started to boil! If a girl just touches my breasts I 
start getting hot! Once they have one of my nipples in their mouth, I'm 
really gone! 

"Oh, Bea! That's too good!" She stopped for a couple of seconds and looked 
up at me, smiling, "You like it Norma?" 

"Like it? I love it!" I said, and she tongued my nipples again. In a minute 
I pushed her gently away. I wanted to be the aggressor! I said, "Now! My 
turn!" She leaned back and pushed her breasts out as I lowered my mouth to 
her nipple. She caressed my shoulders and stroked my hair as I sucked her 
positively delicious breasts. I withdrew my mouth in two or three minutes 
and our mouths joined in a long French-kiss. As our long kiss ended, Bea 
blew out her breath. "Whew, Norma! I think we go for each other!" She picked 
up her glass and handed me mine, "Let's cool down a bit." She lit a 
cigarette and passed the box to me, "Smoke?" 

"No thanks, Bea," I said. 

We sipped our drinks and listened to the records. "Dig that, Norma! I'm a 
Brubeck fan! He's the greatest!" When we had finished our drink, Bea, with 
no preliminaries, said, "Norma, darling! As long as your Lani and Pua are in 
Hawaii and my girl friend is in Detroit and we're here, why don't we just 
have a party?" 

I must have looked interested, because she said, "Come on!" She got up, took 
my hand and led me into her and Pauline's bedroom. 

Well! It wasn't the hottest love scene I'd ever played, but it was real fun. 
Bea laughed and joked as we made love. It wasn't till the last ten minutes, 
in the sixty-nine position, that she forgot about being a comedian. 

Only then did I really begin to appreciate her real expertise. She wasn't 
laughing then. How could she? She had her face way up between my legs, 
licking and sucking at my pussy, trying to grab at my clitoris. Finally she 
succeeded. She rolled it with her tongue and moved her tongue back and forth 
I thought I would go clean out of my mind! 

I was getting so hot, I tried to get up to keep from coming, but Bea would 
have nothing of that. Both her hands pressed against my breasts, hard, and 
she forced me down. Then she moved so her body, her pussy was right above my 
face. She moved her pussy down so that it made contact with my face. I 
couldn't have gotten up then even if I wanted to! But who wanted to? 

I love to suck pussy almost as much as I love someone to suck mine. Besides, 
there's really something about two girls sixty-nining it together. It's so 
personal! It's so wonderful! 

You tell one another things with your tongue and you can answer back. Bea 
was great at answering back! If I wanted her to run her tongue up and down 
my slit, I'd do that to her. Then, just a second later, she would do it to 
me, too, each time she did, I felt like I was going to come off right then. 

Somehow, I managed to hold off. Good thing, too, because it was so very 
good. I could tell she was getting there, too, cause she spread her legs 
real wide so I could get into her more. I held her all the more tightly, and 
put my tongue right up her vagina! She did the same to me. We did that for a 
long time, I moving up and out of her vagina, she moving up and out of mine. 
Then it happened! We both had a fantastic blast together! It was perfect! 

Five minutes later, Bea was her usual jolly self; joking, laughing and 
teasing me. No kisses! No caresses! When Pauline came in we were dancing 
together, laughing and clowning. Unless Bea told her, I'll bet Pauline never 
suspected that we had "made out" in the bedroom. I didn't see Bea again but 
she writes to me. Always funny, silly stuff. Never a hint of sex. I like 
her! 

Just two days later, Virgie called me in the afternoon, "Hi! Norma! How 
would you like to see our film again?" 

I was delighted at the prospect. I'd been seeing it again in my mind. Virgie 
said that Mrs. Harris was showing it to another of her nudist sisters and 
Virgie and I, the co-stars, were invited. The next noon, we were at Mrs. 
Harris's house. 

Syl let us in. She kissed my cheek and kissed Virgie on the mouth. She was 
exuberant! "I'm so glad you girls could make it! Come and meet Pamela!" 

"Pam, this is Virgie." She said, taking my hand. "Norma, this is your 
mistress for this afternoon. Won't she be a lovely little slave, Pam?" She 
laughed and I giggled. Going along with the script, I bowed very low before 
Pam. Pam smiled at me, very broadly as she took my hand and laughingly 
pulled me down beside her. 

"Syl! You say the cutest things!" Syl laughed. So-o! We got off to a 
make-believe start. It was very jolly. 

Syl asked, "Now, ladies, what may I serve you?" 

Pam said, "May I have a Cuba Libre, Syl?" 

"Right! One Cuba Libre. And you, Miss?" She turned to Virgie. 

"A Pepsi, please, with a dash of vodka," Virgie giggled, "Just a dash!" 

"And you, Ma'mselle?" 

"Could I have a rum and Coke?" I asked. 

"Ho! Ho! A Caribbean devotee! Of course, darling!" Syl said lightly. 

We sat sipping our drinks for the longest time. Pam had just flown in from 
London after six weeks "on location" there. She was telling us about the 
shooting and some of the amusing incidents. She finished with "and the 
English girls are veddy lovely!" 

Syl laughed, "You would find that out!" 

In just a few minutes, Syl said, "Shall we see the film?" 

"Oh, yes!" Virgie and I said in unison while Pam exclaimed, "I'm dying to 
see it! Syl says you girls are fantastic!" 

We went to Syl's "boudoir studio." It was set up as before. The two love 
seats faced the screen. Pam and I sat together on one, Syl and Virgie sat on 
the other one. 

Syl darkened the room and started the film. Pam reacted almost exactly as 
Pauline had when she and I previewed "School Daze." When Virgie was shown 
unzipping my dress and fondled my breasts, I felt Pam's hands at the buttons 
of my blouse. As Virgie sucked my breast in the movie, Pam leaned down and 
drew one of my nipples into her hot mouth, oh so very gently. She sucked on 
it for just a few seconds. I would have enjoyed a few seconds more. As I was 
shown moving my hand up Virgie's inner thigh toward her pussy, I felt Pam's 
soft palm slip up my own inner thigh. As she reached home plate, I spread my 
legs. She was now teasing my clitoris with her fingertip. She had unzipped 
her dress in front, to her waist. 

Then, with her free hand, she took my hand and placed it on her own naked 
breast. There was more than a handful! You can believe it! I was getting 
plenty hot! 

This time there was no break in the film. On Part II just the subtitle 
"Alone at Last" flashed on before Virgie and I were in the bedroom. 

I kept getting hotter! Between watching Virgie and me in our love scene and 
Pam's caresses, I came a little bit, twice, during the bedroom scene. 

The film ended. Syl flipped on the soft light. She and Virgie hurried to the 
bed! Pam picked up three cushions and threw them on the floor. She stripped 
and I did likewise. She lay on her back, her arms outspread: "Come little 
slave! Your mistress needs you!" 

I quickly lay on top of her. Our mouths came together in our first kiss. Our 
bodies didn't quite fit. Pam pushed me down so that our pussies kissed each 
other! She was moving her pelvis in a maddening, slow, circular motion. She 
was alternately spreading my buttocks and squeezing them gently together, 
just like Anne does it. I love that! Every few minutes she would spank my 
buttocks a couple of times, oh so lightly. 

I wanted her to spank me more! In about twenty minutes, during which Pam 
slowed down, occasionally, to make it last, she whispered, "Are you ready, 
little slave?" 

"I'm ready! Ready! Ready! Dear mistress!" 

That must have been what she was waiting to hear. I was still on top of her. 
She started pushing her pussy up against mine, real hard. She started 
grinding so that my clitoris kept touching hers. Each time it did, it seemed 
like it would burst into flames. 

My clitoris was throbbing. So was my vagina. So was every part of my body. 
She moved her hand down. The next thing I knew, she put a couple fingers up 
my vagina. She moved them around. I couldn't stand it any more. I screamed. 
I moved my pussy upward against her. She slammed hers against me. We both 
came at the same time. We both flowed a long moment. She "came to" before I 
did. 

"You were lovely, little slave!" She gently drew my tongue deep into her 
mouth. 

We showered, dressed and lounged in the living room for half an hour. Virgie 
and I sat with our heads on our lovers' shoulders while they petted us. 

Syl said, "Is everybody happy?" Everybody was happy. 

When Virgie and I were about to leave, at four-thirty, Pam said to me, 
"Little slave! I want to buy you a nice gift but I don't know when I'll have 
a free day to shop. Will you take this and get something nice for yourself?" 
She put some bills in my purse. Smiling, she said, "With my love," and 
kissed my cheek. 

Pam drove Virgie and me back. She let us out about two blocks from my house. 
Virgie lived close by. I looked in my purse. Pam had given me twenty 
dollars. Virgie had the same amount from Syl. It was a lovely afternoon for 
Virgie and me. A-n-d! We got paid for it! 

 LETTER SIX 

"My Sex-With-Sis Act 

Not only did Norma regularly have incestuous sex with her sister, but soon 
made herself available for "booking" by an older woman who supplied certain 
customers with a voyeuristic sex act. Thus, Norma and her sister put on a 
sex "performance" for two elderly ladies with unusual desires. Despite the 
fact the situation would shock most who learned about it, Norma does not 
write of any feelings of hesitation in satisfying these unusual sex desires. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Anne returned from her ten-day beach party the next day about two-thirty. 
Was I ever glad to see her! She had a real fab tan! She looked wonderful! 

In our room I helped unpack and put her things away as she gabbed on, 
telling me about the beach party. There were ten girls, all of them members 
of her sorority. The beach cottage belonged to Marianne's folks. It was set 
to sleep at least ten people. There were two bedrooms, with two double beds 
in each, and two davenports in the front room, which converted to 
three-quarter beds. It was a half block from the beach. 

They barbecued a lot, on the patio, and had bonfires and weenie-roasts at 
night, on the beach. It was about forty miles down the coast toward San 
Diego, in a new beach development. It wasn't swarming with surfers like 
Balboa, Newport, and the older, more popular beaches. Three of the girls had 
portable record players and there was a neat hi-fi at the house. Several 
girls brought a few of their favorite albums and singles. Two of the seniors 
had convertibles. They had several of their alumnae down on the weekend. One 
of their rich-bitch alumnae, Susan, drove down the first day and brought 
them a little present; ten fifths of vodka and three cases of Pepsi. They 
had a king-size frige. 

All ten girls knew each other intimately, of course. Three of the couples 
were "going steady." 

When Anne was unpacked, she flopped into the big chair. "Well, that's that! 
Come here, sweetheart! Sit on my lap! You haven't even given me a real nice 
kiss yet!" 

I sat on Annie's lap and we tongue-kissed for two or three long minutes. I 
felt her hand under my skirt. It moved up my thigh. 

"Baby! Didn't you forget something?" She smiled her naughty smile. 

"Oh, Anne!" I said apologetically and jumped up! "I am out of the habit!" 
Standing in front of her, I reached up under my skirt and slipped off my 
panties. As I sat down Anne's hand again slipped between my legs. She smiled 
and said, "That's a nice baby!" We French-kissed again. It was wonderful 
being back in sis's arms. 

It was fun making love with other girls and I had enjoyed my three dates 
with Anne's alumnae sisters. Pauline's cousin, Bea, and I had a great time 
together that one day. 

It was pretty exciting, too, having all those sex sessions with the older 
women. They were so nice to me. But I really love Anne! With other girls, 
it's just "sex," although I do get a temporary crush once in a while. And I 
know that Anne's in love with me, too. She dates other girls and I know that 
she and her sorority-sisters have sex parties often. But I'm not jealous. 
And Anne encourages me to see other girls occasionally, too. 

I promised Mrs. Harris I wouldn't tell about the movie or the parties at her 
house for me and Virgie, but I can't keep a secret very long from Anne. 
Finally, I just had to break down and tell Anne about all of my experiences. 

I told her the next morning after breakfast. Annie and I were sitting on the 
davenport, downstairs. I giggled. 

"Anne! I have some confessions to make!" 

She laughed. "Have you been naughty again?" 

I told her about Virgie serving Millie's nudist sisters privately and 
getting fifty dollars each time. I remember Anne was surprised. She said, 
"Hey! that little one is getting real hip!" Then I told her about the film 
and about Mrs. Harris giving Virgie and me one hundred dollars each in crisp 
five-dollar bills. 

Anne said, "It wasn't half enough!" 

When I confessed about my paid dates with Pam and Josie, Anne listened even 
more intently. I even told her about Josie's whipping me with the 
riding-quirt. When I described the welts Pam had put on my upper thighs and 
buttocks, Anne got real hot! She leaned over and French-kissed me 
passionately and gave me two or three spanks on my bare buttocks. 

When I had finished talking Anne said, "Well, sweetheart! I guess it's time 
for me to confess a few things, too. "I've been kinda waiting for the right 
moment to tell you." I was all ears, because Anne looked quite serious. 

She started, "I, too, have dated quite a number of older women for the last 
two years." 

Wow! I couldn't believe it! 

She went on. "I first got started with Aunt Mildred. I was fifteen then. 
After a few dates, Millie made an appointment for me to go to Chinita's 
apartment one afternoon. Chinita told me that she was a 'booker.' She booked 
shows and single-acts for very exclusive private clubs and parties. She also 
booked young girls. I remember she once said, "There are a lot of lonely 
older women who like an attractive teen-girl to baby-sit with them!'" 

Anne laughed as she remembered it all. "Chinita furnished the baby-sitters! 
I 'baby-sat' for Chinita's older women, about once a week for two years. 
Chinita even took out a bank account for me. Every time I 'baby-sat,' she 
deposited fifty dollars in my account. She kept the bank book, but showed me 
the total from time to time. It added up pretty fast." 

Anne went on. "The ladies always gave me a nice tip, too. Usually twenty 
dollars but never less than ten. That was my 'pin-money'" She laughed again. 

"Golly, Anne! That's fab! You must have a fortune!" 

"Not a fortune, baby, but a fair-sized bundle." 

Anne said, that Chinita had asked her if she'd like to bring me on a double 
date with two of her ladies. Anne had never told me about that, but had 
thought about it. She said, "Do you think you'd like that, sweetheart?" 

"Oh, Anne! I think that would be real fun!" She kissed my cheek. "Good, 
sweetheart! I'll tell Chinita." 

It was early in August when Anne and I got our first "baby-sitting" 
assignment together. Chinita told us to be at her flat at ten one Monday 
morning. It was just after my fourteenth birthday. Anne was now sixteen. At 
Chinita's we changed clothes, for as Anne told me, Chinita always picked the 
"baby-sitter's" costumes. She had a large wardrobe room with blouses, 
skirts, undies, even shoes. She dressed us and fixed our hair. She always 
chose things that emphasized our youth. 

That morning, I remember, she combed Anne's lovely brown hair out and let it 
hang about her shoulders. She braided my hair and tied two little blue 
ribbons in big bows. She did not let us use makeup. Not even rouge. 

When Anne and I were ready, we typified two innocent, vivacious teeners. If 
you discounted our breasts and curves, we looked about twelve and fourteen. 

Chinita briefed us. The two ladies we would "baby-sit" for were around 
fifty. Both very cultured. Of course, Chinita knew that Anne and I were 
sister-sweethearts. She said, "These two ladies are very good customers! I 
know them well. I know what they like. They're strictly voyeurs!" I remember 
asking Anne what a voyeur was? She said, "A person who just likes to watch." 

Chinita continued. "They'll treat you girls real nice. They ask only one 
thing. They want to watch you girls make love!" 

I looked at Anne and said, "Golly, Chinita! I don't know if I could do that 
in front of two strangers!" 

Chinita laughed. "You won't be strangers five minutes after you get there." 

Come to think of it. This voyeurism wasn't new to me! I know Pua gets a bang 
out of watching Lani and me going at it. And I, too, enjoy watching other 
girls making love. 

About ten-thirty a uniformed Negro chauffeur arrived at the door. As we 
left, Chinita handed Anne a little cardboard box. Chinita waved, saying, "Be 
good!" And she didn't mean "virtuous!" 

Mrs. Carlson and Mrs. Johnson were both widows. They lived together in a 
rather old-fashioned mansion. The stone two-story house was in the middle of 
a whole block of land. Old palm trees lined the driveway, which wound to the 
porte-cochere. A ten-foot wall surrounded their property. The high, 
iron-gates opened with an "electric eye" as we drove up. At the carport, a 
houseman opened the car door and bowed us out. A young, attractive, neatly 
uniformed Negro maid opened the door for us. She smiled, "Come in, girls! 
The ladies are expecting you!" She winked at me! 

I won't try to describe the house in detail. I found out later that it was 
built by Mrs. Carl son's father around 1900. He was a copper magnate. That's 
why it was so old-fashioned! 

The ladies met us at the living-room entrance, each smiling a warm welcome. 

"Oh! You girls look so cute!" one said. "I can see that you're sisters! Sit 
down, dears!" 

We sat on the davenport. And, as Chinita had predicted, we didn't feel like 
strangers after five minutes. 

The maid soon entered and served the tea. After we were served, Mrs. Carlson 
turned to the maid and said, "That will be all, Chloe, thank you. You may 
have the rest of the day off." 

"Oh, thank you, Ma'am!" Chloe said happily as she went out. 

After tea, we returned to the living room. There were two davenports facing 
each other. The ladies, hand-in-hand, moved to one. Mrs. Carlson motioned 
toward the other davenport. 

"You girls sit right there! You're so cute together! I'll bet you just love 
each other!" Anne and I sat down. 

Mrs. Johnson said, "I think it's lovely when two young sisters are fond of 
each other! Do you girls sleep together?" 

Anne said, "Yes, indeed!" Mrs. Carlson smiled. I could see she was anxious 
for us to get started! She giggled, "I'll bet you girls like to kiss each 
other!" 

Anne said, "We don't talk it down!" That brought a laugh from Mrs. Carlson 
and she leaned forward. 

"Oh, we'd love to see you kiss!" she exclaimed, "Would you do that for us?" 

That was our "cue." We already knew why we were there! Anne pulled my mouth 
to hers and we French-kissed for several minutes. Both ladies were leaning 
forward so far I thought they would fall out of their chairs. 

Anne whispered in my ear, "Stick your tongue out, sweet!" 

With our mouths apart, we licked each other's tongues, facing sideways so 
the ladies could get a good view! When we ended our kiss, both ladies were 
flushed. Mrs. Carlson panted, "Oh, girls! That was sweet! Kiss her again, 
Anne!" 

This time, as we sucked tongues, Anne fondled my braless breasts through my 
blouse. She withdrew her mouth and hand in a couple of minutes. The ladies 
were sitting closer together, holding hands, their eyes were glued on us. 

Mrs. Johnson now leaned forward, licking her lips. 

"Oh, girls! That left me breathless! Once more, p-l-e-a-s-e!" She was 
begging us. 

Again we "soul-kissed," only this time, Anne took my hand and put it on her 
breast. She was leading me, as usual. I soon felt her hand on my bare thigh, 
and she began caressing my inner thighs. 

My skirt was almost up to my waist. My legs were spread a little. That did 
it! As we parted, both ladies got up hurriedly and came toward us. They took 
each of us by the hand. Mrs. Carlson said very softly, "Come girls! Let's go 
inside!" 

They led us into a gorgeous, high-ceilinged, boudoir. It was far too plush 
to be called a bedroom! A tapestry-covered love-seat was placed about two 
feet in front of the bed. They led us to the front of the bed. 

Mrs. Johnson said, "There! Isn't that a nice lovers' couch?"-She smiled, 
"All for you, girls!" 

Anne undressed me first. Then I undressed her and she gently lay me down on 
the bed. She got on the bed right next to me. We had gotten each other 
turned on pretty good in the living room and we went on from there. 

As Anne sucked my breasts, I glanced at the ladies. They were sitting close 
together, holding hands. Both looked pretty excited as they leaned forward, 
watching our every movement. 

Anne and I sucked each other's breasts and stroked one another's thighs for 
awhile. Then Anne reached over and picked up the little box that she had 
placed on the bedside stand. I knew what was inside and I shivered with 
anticipation! Anne took out the nylon "cat" from the box. Standing beside 
the bed, she began "love-whipping" me! 

There I go again. I'm getting hot just telling this! When I think of my 
being "love-whipped," I feel I could explode. Even five minutes after a girl 
has made love to me! 

Anne didn't whip me long. She handed me the "cat" and lay down on her back. 
It was my turn to stand beside the bed and whip Anne! As I whipped her 
swollen breasts, her thumb-long nipples stuck out and I heard little moans 
from the love-seat. 

I gave Anne a final lash right between her legs and again I lay down beside 
her. Anne raised up so she could straddle my face with her legs. Her mouth 
was soon between my legs and we were in our favorite sixty-nine position. 
Anne told me afterward, "I got turned on so high, I forgot all about the 
ladies watching us!" It was the same with me. 

I always go nutty with the sixty-nine bit. 

Anne knows just what to do to get my pussy yowling! She did it then. 

She buried her face deep into my pussy, her nose gently titillating my 
clitoris, her hands gently spreading my buttocks. 

Suddenly, I felt Anne's fingers in the crevice of my buttocks, then next to 
my anus. She was going to push her finger inside it! I kissed her pussy all 
the more. Her sweet juices began to turn me on even more so! Her finger was 
slowly going deep into my anus. If you've never had a finger up your anus, 
you just haven't lived. It's really great! Anne hadn't done that to me since 
she went on her beach trip! As soon as she did that, pushing in as far as 
she could, I parted her buttocks. I did the same thing to her! Then it was 
her turn to moan. 

I did what Anne liked me to do best to her pussy. I licked it as if I were a 
little black cocker spaniel, back and forth, slow, but with a lot of 
pressure. Anne widened her legs even more, and that made more pressure on my 
finger. It was still buried deep in her anus. And her finger was still in 
mine! 

Then we started the slow rocking motion that both of us liked so much. We'd 
roll back and forth, from one side to the other, and try and not lose a lick 
at each other's pussy! Don't think that wasn't hard! Try it sometime! 

We did it good, though. We were well practiced at it. And we were both so 
hot by now that we couldn't hold back much longer even if we wanted to! Anne 
started to go first. I could tell by the way she buried her face even deeper 
into my pussy and started sucking on my clitoris. That touched me off too! I 
did the same to her. We both came about the same time! 

When we had blown our tops, or bottoms, we lay side by side in a languorous 
soul-kiss. Now we heard our appreciative voyeurs. 

Mrs. Carlson said, "You girls were so sweet! Wonderful lovers!" 

Mrs. Johnson said, "You're really sister-sweethearts! You're lovely 
together!" Pleased and satisfied, we sat up and Mrs. Carlson pointed to the 
doorway, "There's the shower, darlings!" 

When we finished showering and were getting dressed, Mrs. Carlson came back 
into the room. She had removed her formal dress and jewelry and her hair was 
down. She wore an ankle-length sheer black gown and bedroom slippers. I 
remember thinking what a nice figure she had for a woman of fifty. 

"You girls were really sweet! You gave Mona and me a lot of real pleasure. 
We hope to have you over again!" She smiled happily and handed Anne an 
envelope, saying. "Here's a little token of our gratitude. Thank you so very 
much!" Anne took the envelope, replying, "Thank you, Mrs. Carlson." 

"Jackson will be waiting with the car at the door," Mrs. Carlson said, "Mona 
asked me to thank you for her also. Goodbye for now." 

As Jackson drove us back to Chinita's, Anne opened the envelope. Two 
fifty-dollar bills! So-o! That was a nice payment for Anne's and my premiere 
of our sister-act! 

Chinita phoned Anne the next morning, again complimenting her. "The ladies 
loved your act! I think you girls have a gold mine!" Anne and I did our act 
once or twice a week till school started. All the ladies for whom we 
"baby-sat" were older women; several of them were around sixty. Each one 
wanted a little different type of "show." Most of them wanted us to do our 
sister-act. 

There was this one woman I must mention. She persuaded us to do something 
that Anne and I had never even heard of! Chinita, who always told us in 
advance what each lady liked, was not very explicit about this specific 
assignment. All she said was, "This woman is rather unusual. She has rather 
exotic tastes. However, she pays double! You girls will get one hundred 
dollars each for your sister-act this afternoon." She wouldn't even give us 
a hint as to what we could expect! 

Chinita sent us in a cab. It was about noon on a Tuesday when we arrived. It 
was a nice, but not too large bungalow, in a fairly new district in West 
Hollywood. The lawn, shrubs and flowers in front, were beautiful. They 
showed the regular care of a "pro" gardener. 

Mrs. Hamilton met us at the door. "Come in, girls!" she said, smiling. "I 
was expecting you! I love your cute little dresses! They're darling!" 

Mrs. Hamilton was in her early fifties. She was a divorcee. Chinita said 
that about three years earlier, she had been involved in some kind of 
scandal involving several young girls. With her husband's influence and a 
top attorney, the D.A. decided not to prosecute. But her husband filed for a 
divorce shortly afterward. She didn't contest it. 

Chinita said, "She's been more careful ever since. When she needs a 
'baby-sitter' now, she calls me!" 

The jam Mrs. Hamilton had been in involved her alleged molesting of 
junior-hi girls. She'd drive by a junior-hi about three o'clock, as school 
was letting out, and offer a ride home to a girl who caught her eye. 

Anne had warned me about getting into a strange woman's car ... some of them 
are "way out" sadists. They can be pretty vicious! 

Anne and I were shown to a davenport and Mrs. Hamilton sat opposite us in a 
comfortable occasional chair. 

First, she brought us tall glasses of some new brand of cola. All colas 
taste something a-like. But this brand, I forget the name, did have a rather 
distinctive taste. It was real good! Especially since it was pretty warm 
that afternoon. Mrs. Hamilton said, "I'm sorry, but my air conditioning is 
kaput! They have to install a new generator. Why don't you girls just slip 
off your dresses? No one will be here but us girls!" She laughed. 

This time Anne and I were dressed in sheer panties and low-cut, narrow, 
strapless bras. Mrs. Hamilton had on a sheer shortie gown. Period! One thing 
about Chinita's ladies, they didn't beat about the bush. They pay well and 
they know that Chinita's little girls came ready and willing to please. Mrs. 
Hamilton said, "Chinita told me that you're sister-sweethearts, I think 
that's wonderful! Do you ever play with each other?" 

Anne said, "We do sometimes." 

"Oh, lovely! I'd love to watch you! Would you do that now?" 

Anne said, "If it would please you, Mrs. Hamilton." 

"Oh! It would, a lot!" We gave Mrs. H. a little extra! We took off our bras 
and fondled each other's breasts for a couple of minutes, first. Then we 
took off each other's panties, and spread one another's legs wide open. 
Then, we started. We teased each other's clitoris for several minutes and 
then began slow in-and-out movements with our middle fingers. In a couple of 
minutes, Mrs. Hamilton walked over, took our hands and raised us up. Then 
she sat down beside us on the davenport. We faced her wondering, what now? 

She said, "Stand close to me, girls! Spread your legs!" Reaching out with 
both hands, she pushed her left middle finger up my pussy and her right one 
up Anne's. She was playing with both of us at the same time! It felt real 
nice! I've always liked to have another girl play with me. I still remember 
the first time Anne played with me! Mrs. Hamilton only did it for a few 
minutes. It made us both a little hot, but not so that we would come. We had 
had a nice sixty-nine that morning before we left the house. 

"Oh, girls! You lucky things! You have the sweetest, tightest little pussies 
ever! Sit down now and relax! I'll get us a refill." 

She returned with tall glasses of cola. She put on a neat LP. We listened, 
chatted, and sipped our colas. We finished our second tall glasses of cola. 
I said, "Where's the John, Mrs. Hamilton? I gotta go!" Anne said, "Me, too! 
I'm full of cola." Mrs. H. looked delighted. "Oh, do my babies have to 
wee-wee?" she giggled, "Come on, babies, I'll take you potty!" Anne and I 
laughed and she took us by the hands, leading us into the bathroom. 

I noticed it first! It was an ordinary bathroom but it had an extra-large 
tub! It must have been nine feet long! And it was extra wide! 

Mrs. Hamilton shut the door after us and let her robe fall to the floor. We 
all stood there naked for a few seconds. Anne started to sit down on the 
toilet seat. 

"Oh, no, baby! Not like that! You'll waste it! I want you both to do 
something for me which drives me crazy," Mrs. H. said, and got into the 
bathtub, lay on her back and spread her legs. 

"Come, babies, get into the tub with me!" she implored. 

We did! 

"Now," she commanded, "Stand facing each other!" We did! 

"Now, darlings, squat over me!" We squatted! Anne's pussy was just above her 
breasts and my pussy was just above Mrs. Hamilton's widespread pussy. 

"Oh, lovely!" Mrs. H. said breathlessly, caressing Anne's firm buttocks. 
"Now, darlings, pee on me!" She almost shrieked it! 

Both Anne and I really had to go so that was no problem. Then, too, Chinita 
had said "she pays extra." A hundred dollars for peeing! So-o, we both let 
loose! She moaned and writhed as our warm urine cascaded down her breasts 
and pussy and ran between her legs. When we finished, she kissed and sucked 
both our wet pussies for quite a while. She seemed to especially enjoy doing 
that. Then she wanted us to use both of our hands on her breasts, pumping 
them, I guess I should say, milking them. She wanted us to squeeze them so 
hard that they hurt her. 

We told her we didn't want to do it and she whimpered and started licking 
first my pussy, and then Anne's. Finally we agreed. She forced me down on 
her face and wanted me to just sit there while she forced her tongue in and 
out of my vagina. While she did that to me, Anne kneaded her breasts real 
hard. Then she wanted us to switch again. So Anne sat on her face and I 
kneaded her breasts. 

Her breasts were real large and fatty and they felt funny in my hands. She 
didn't want us to do anything else to her but squeeze her breasts real hard. 
The whole thing was so strange to Anne and I that neither of us got very 
excited. It was also uncomfortable in the tub. 

Finally, Mrs. Hamilton rose and turned on a strong shower. We all washed 
ourselves thoroughly. We got out of the tub and Mrs. Hamilton insisted on 
toweling us dry. When we were dry, she lifted her mouth to first mine, then 
to Anne's. 

"Kiss me, darlings!" she beckoned. 

We both gave her a nice French-kiss. She was burning up! She said, "Come 
into the bedroom, girls!" We followed her in, not knowing what to expect 
next! 

She went to the dresser and took out two whips. She told Anne and me to sit 
in two straight chairs, side by side. She handed each of us a whip. 

"Now, punish me! I've been very naughty!" She dropped to her knees and 
spread my legs. She began to suck my pussy! I started to whip her! She 
alternated between Anne and me, sucking us a couple of minutes each time. We 
both whipped her! 

She seemed to really like it when we hit her. And I started to like it, too. 
It gives you a real funny feeling once you get behind a whip. The crack it 
makes is a real turn-on. Watching the whip cut into flabby flesh gives you 
an eerie feeling, almost like you're God. And then welts begin to come out, 
that's real exciting, too. I guess what's most exciting is knowing how much 
it hurts and hearing the whimpers of the whipped. I guess maybe more than 
anything, you get a real sense of power. That was the way I felt with Mrs. 
Hamilton. She really did need to be punished. 

I guess I should admit that hitting her made me think I was hitting my own 
mother. And that gave me pleasure, too. Once, I even imagined it was my 
mother sucking my pussy and it was her bottom I was whipping. But Mrs. 
Hamilton's moans brought me out of that thought. 

Suddenly she went into sort of a convulsion and collapsed on the floor, 
sobbing. 

Anne motioned to me. We went out, dressed and left. While we were quickly 
dressing Mrs. Hamilton's sobs were diminishing. Before we left it was quiet. 
I guess she had fallen into a "deep sleep." 

Chinita was parked across the street. She'd been waiting for us. I guess she 
wanted to make sure that everything was O.K. I think Chinita was a little 
afraid that Mrs. Hamilton might get "violent" some time. To my knowledge, 
she never did. 

 LETTER SEVEN "More Whips And Fetishes!" 

Here, Norma is "hired" to whip a girl mercilessly. No doubt part of Norma's 
expressed enjoyment results from her close identification with the girl she 
is whipping. In many ways, their situations are similar. Both Leona, the 
whippee, and Norma, the whipper, are imprisoned! Leona, by her circumstance 
in life; Norma by her own depraved sexuality. Also noteworthy is Norma's 
reaction to an unusual fetish. All judgment seems to have left Norma. She 
seems to be willing to "try anything." Indeed, she appears compelled to do 
so. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Well! That was our introduction to a "fetish" which I learned since, is not 
too uncommon. Anne was very curious. Mildred let her read a book entitled 
Flagellation and Self-Debasement. I didn't read it but Anne told me all 
about it later. Man! There are a lot of things people will do to debase 
themselves! 

Chinita said, "That was your 'trial by fire!' If you can take Mrs. Hamilton, 
my other ladies will be a breeze for you." 

Anne and I worked our "sister-act" for Chinita quite regularly. One morning 
she called and asked if I'd like a single date for that day. I asked Anne 
and she said, "Go ahead, sweetheart!" 

Chinita told me, "Come to my place a little early. I want you to try on some 
new costumes I just bought." Chinita dressed me in a costume a lot like the 
one Josie wore the day she whipped me with the riding crop. Black skintight 
capris, tight man's shirt and necktie, and black, patent-leather, 
high-heeled boots. 

"Today, you're a hired disciplinarian." She said, and explained further, 
"Mrs. Collins keeps this seventeen-year-old girl, Leona. She sends her to 
school and gives her everything. She had done this for more than a year. 
She's very jealous of her. I guess Ruth likes to "get together" with a girl 
her own age, once in a while, but Mrs. Collins came home, unexpectedly, and 
caught Leona red-handed. She was in the bedroom with another young girl." 

Then Chinita said, "Mrs. Collins wants her 'whipped' good! Can you do it?" 

I told her I could do it and agreed to act as "whipper!" To be honest, I 
really "looked forward" to the job. It always "sends" me to whip another 
girl. 

Chinita drove me to Mrs. Collins' house. As she let me out she said, "Just 
stay one hour! Not one minute more!" Chinita told me that Mrs. Collins had 
paid the minimum fee and Chinita wasn't about to give anything away for 
free. 

In Mrs. Collins' living room, we sat down to talk. She looked approvingly at 
my costume. Especially she liked the high-heeled boots. They gave me quite a 
little extra height. She took a whip out of a desk drawer and handed it to 
me. It was a lot like Anne's nylon "cat," but the strands were leather. I 
lashed it across one of my boots. Yes, it was a "severe punishment" whip. 

Mrs. Collins poured me a pretty "stiff" shot of vodka and a Coke chaser. 
Then she poured one for herself. She held up her glass in a toast. 

"Happy-whipping!" she said. 

I tossed down the straight vodka and followed it with a gulp of Coke. It 
warmed me up fast. I've found out something. Anne and I have got so we drink 
a couple of shots of vodka once in a while in the afternoon at home. Every 
time, I want to whip Anne afterward. She often says, "You're a little 
sadist!" 

In a few minutes Mrs. Collins decided it was time and guided me into the 
bedroom. The lights were on. A naked girl lay spread-eagled on the bed, on 
her back. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed with nylon stockings. 
She looked up as we entered. She was beautiful, her body voluptuous. She 
gave me a slight sensual smile. It made me hot! Mrs. Collins nodded toward 
her. "Here's the naughty girl I want punished!" 

Ordering her to untie Leona, Mrs. Collins said, "Come! we'll go downstairs!" 

The girl, her long blonde hair flowing, followed Mrs. Collins submissively. 
I brought up the rear. We entered the basement playroom. It had a ping-pong 
table in one corner. There was a davenport and several canvas-back chairs. 
Leona walked to the center of the room and stood there, her head lowered. 
Mrs. Collins pulled on a rope on the wall which lowered a pulley from the 
ceiling. She said not a word as she took the pulley and stood facing Leona. 
There were two leather handcuffs attached to the pulley. Mrs. Collins took 
Leona's wrists, one at a time, put them in the handcuffs and fastened the 
buckles. 

Leona remained passive, even when Mrs. Collins pulled the rope. The pulley 
raised, yanking Leona's arms quickly above her head. Below her, fastened to 
the cement floor, each about three feet apart, were a pair of girl's 
sandals. 

Mrs. Collins' voice was harsh. "Put on your sandals, you bad, naughty girl!" 
Leona spread her legs and slipped her feet into the sandals. Mrs. Collins 
buckled them securely. Leona was now suspended in the center of the room 
with her arms above her head, her legs wide-spread. Mrs. Collins turned to 
me, "You may now begin the whipping!" I was getting paid for doing a job 
which I enjoyed! I whipped the lovely blonde girl thoroughly! I started at 
her ankles and whipped her to her neck, every inch! As I started to whip her 
breasts, Mrs. Collins screamed, "Harder! Harder! Whip her harder!" 

I walked around and started to whip Leona's back. I was warming to my task. 
Welts were rising on Leona's thighs. I whipped her buttocks good! They 
quivered with each lash! She was moaning! I walked around and faced her 
again. Mrs. Collins had stripped and sat naked on the davenport, a glass of 
vodka in one hand. She had a cruel smile on her face. For my "finale," I 
whipped Leona between her lovely widespread legs. She screamed as I lashed 
her pussy! Then it was over. I stood watching as Mrs. Collins lowered the 
pulley and freed the sobbing girl's wrists. Then she unfastened her sandals. 
Mrs. Collins sprawled on the davenport, her legs spread apart ... Leona 
kneeled, sobbing, between Mrs. Collins' legs. She looked up at her, tears 
running down her cheeks. She moaned, "Please forgive me, lover! Pleasel" 
Mrs. Collins smirked down at the pleading girl. "Do you promise never to be 
naughty again?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes! I'll be a good girl!" Leona promised, "Let me love you! 
P-l-l-e-a-s-e!" 

For an answer, Mrs. Collins spread her legs wider and gently pushed Leona's 
blonde head lower. Leona gave a sob of joy as her eager tongue entered her 
mistress's pussy. 

I became nervous and looked at my watch. I was afraid too much time had 
passed. I had been there just fifty-five minutes. Chinita was waiting for me 
outside. As she drove me home, she made me describe every detail of the 
"whipping." 

Anne met me at the door. She hugged me, crying, "Sweetheart, you're 
trembling!" 

"Oh, Anne, darling! I'm so hot I could scream!" I explained. 

Anne didn't say a word. She just led me to the davenport and I sat down and 
lay my head back. Anne kneeled, reached up and took off my panties. I spread 
my legs. I moaned with pleasure as her knowing tongue gave me what I needed 
so badly at that moment. 

Anne and I were both intrigued by Mrs. Hamilton making us pee on her. We 
talked about it several times. One day Millie called Anne and said, "Meet me 
at that drugstore near your house in a few minutes. I have a surprise for 
you!" 

Millie brought Anne a book she had just found since she knew Anne was 
curious about the subject matter. The book, The Amber Shower, was writtten 
in scientific-study style with supposedly authentic case histories. It was 
all about lovers urinating on each other. It described the practice as being 
definitely "sex oriented." 

Case Twelve was about a married couple. The husband had become impotent, or 
so he thought because he no longer had erections. One night, in his sleep he 
dreamed he was going to the toilet. When he awakened, he found he was 
holding his wife in his arms and was peeing on her. Afterwards, he had a 
full erection and they had intercourse immediately. 

It was his wife who figured that there was a connection between his peeing 
and his erection. She begged him to experiment with her and he agreed 
reluctantly. She kneeled in the bathtub and he peed on her. Again, he had an 
erection and then they had intercourse. Since then, he pees on his wife once 
or twice a week and this practice is followed by mutually satisfactory sex 
relations. 

That was Mr. X.'s story! 

Another chapter was devoted to a male grade school principal. Incidents of 
different boys peeing on each other in the boys' restroom had been brought 
to his attention on several occasions. As nearly as he could decide, the 
initial incidents were without premeditation, happening spontaneously. 

A fourth-grade boy who was nine years old was quoted as saying, "Joe and I 
were using the trough at the same time. All at once I just felt like peeing 
on him!" The grade school principal also mentioned an incident which was 
definitely "sex-oriented." 

"I had alerted the man teacher on the noon playground duty about such 
practices. I told him to keep an eye on the boys' restroom. He noticed two 
boys, one a fifth-grader and the other a sixth-grader, who went to the boys' 
room for three straight days right after they ate their lunch and stayed 
there for a long time. He checked the time on the third day. On the fourth 
day he watched the restroom activities through a vent in the ceiling. 

The boys entered a stall, closed and locked the door. Both boys took off 
their pants and shorts. They faced each other and peed on each other. Then 
they both sat down on the toilet seat and played with each other. The 
sixthgrader had an orgasm. The younger boy had an erection but no orgasm." 

Case histories of adolescents in girls' schools who make a regular practice 
of peeing on each other were numerous. 

The author interviewed a number of known Lesbian "couples." They all said 
they had practiced it from the age of eleven to thirteen. They said they 
still indulged in it. One girl couple around twenty-five, said, "It's our 
most stimulating prelude to making love." 

I was sitting on Anne's lap the night we read The Amber Shower. I got 
excited as we read. Anne was getting a little turned-on, too. When we read 
that last sentence by the two girls, Anne pulled my mouth to hers and we 
French-kissed. Anne's hand was on my breast. After a long minute we broke 
and just looked in each other's eyes. Suddenly I said, "Anne! I've got to 
'wee-wee!' " 

She said, "Wait! I'll go with you!" 

We went into the bathroom. Anne threw off her robe and spread a large bath 
towel on the bottom of the tub as I watched. She got in quickly and lay on 
her back. She looked at me and motioned me over. I quickly stepped into the 
tub. I straddled my baby-doll and squatted over her belly, facing her. Anne 
whispered, "Give me a shower, sweetheart!" And I peed on her! 

We gazed into each other's eyes as I amber showered her. She closed her eyes 
ever so tightly, drew in her breath, and a momentary shiver ran through her. 

It lasted only a few seconds. I dropped on top of Anne and she pulled me to 
her. Our open mouths joined in a long French-kiss. Our urine-wet bellies and 
thighs pressed tightly together. As our mouths parted, Anne moaned, "Oh! 
sweetheart!" I let her up! We kissed again, body to body, while still 
standing in the tub. We sucked tongues until our long kiss ended. Anne then 
stepped to one side and pressed me downward, her hands on my shoulders. I 
dropped to my knees, then lay down on the now wet towel. Anne was squatting 
over me then. I pleaded, "Oh, darling! Hurry! Now! Now!" A warm, yellow 
stream poured onto my belly and trickled down between my legs. I was 
breathing hard. My breasts ached! My pussy was throbbing! 

God! It was wonderful! I gazed, entranced at Anne's sweet pussy as the warm 
amber fluid gushed forth. It was a moment of complete sub mission. I was 
Anne's humble love-slave! She was peeing on me! Afterwards Anne lowered her 
mouth to my breasts and sucked both of them hungrily. 

We got up, and moved into the shower. We scrubbed each other, pausing to 
kiss one another's body every few seconds. We soaped each other between our 
spread legs while we tongue-kissed. We rinsed each other under the seductive 
warm shower. Anne toweled me, kneeling in front. She leaned forward and 
kissed my tuft of pubic hair lightly. We were both at the explosion point. 
Hand in hand, we hurried to our "love bed!" Anne put my pillow at the lower 
end of the bed. We lay on our sides, with our legs hugging each other's 
cheeks. We loved each other, long and lavishly. Our lovely moment of mutual 
fulfillment was completely thrilling. We surrendered to each other. Body and 
soul. 

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, Anne was awake facing me, she gazed 
lovingly into my eyes. She smiled and whispered in my ear. "Oh, sweetheart! 
Wasn't it grand?' We kissed and then I said, "Anne! I have to weewee!" I 
started for the bathroom, with Anne right behind me. As I sat down on the 
stool, Anne kneeled in front of me. She slipped her hand between my legs, 
"Pee in my hand, sweetheart!" Our eyes were glued on each other. We were 
both turned on again. I stood up. Still kneeling, Anne dried my pussy. Then 
she sat down, I kneeled and slipped my hand between her legs. The warm 
liquid flowed into my hand. I shivered with love ecstasy! I dried Anne's 
pussy as she stroked my hair. We joined in a close embrace, our tongues 
laving excitedly, but Anne pushed-me away. 

"Sweetheart! We've got to stop this very minute! We'll have to wait till the 
folks leave! 

After breakfast, the folks left for work. We went to our room, undressed 
each other, and lay down together. We fondled each other's breasts and 
talked about our wonderful new love pleasure, the amber shower. Then we made 
love again. 

I know I'd never let another girl give me an amber shower. It's too 
intimate! I'd have to be really in love, before I'd let a girl shower me. If 
I had a terrible crush though, I might let her coax me into it. 

 LETTER EIGHT 

"What's A Little Sex Among Friends?" 

It is not only Norma, but her girl friends as well who seem to think sex is 
a big toy marked "for pleasure only." In the same manner in which Norma 
acts, so do her girl friends. All seem eager not only to experiment with 
each and every available girl or woman they find, but they also have a 
marked need to draw additional girls into their circle of sexual depravity. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

School starts in a couple of weeks. Anne and I are getting our fall school 
wardrobe built up. The teen-world is having a fashion show this Saturday. 
We've been watching the "school fashion" ads and they are bringing out a lot 
of neat outfits this fall! 

I'll be in senior-hi and Anne and I will be schoolmates. I'm registered at 
her high school. I'm taking English, social studies II, typing, math, and 
French. I got a letter from Lani yesterday. She and Pua will be back a few 
days before school opens. They'll have the same apartment. Lani wrote, "I've 
got a lot of things to tell you. Pua and I had a fab summer." I believe it. 
That Lani is a live one! I was anxious to see them both. 

Speaking of the girls from junior-hi last semester, reminds me. There was 
one real sweet eighth-grader named Bobbie. Lani brought her up one Friday. 
She was very shy and self-conscious. Lani told me on Thursday, "Darling! I'm 
bringing you an angel tomorrow." She was an angel! A real little doll! I 
remember when Lani came in with her I really flipped. I wanted to grab her 
and "eat her up" that very second! 

Well! To be brief! I made love to her that afternoon. The next week she had 
left school. I couldn't find out why. Later she told me. Her parents had to 
go back East to settle an estate. School was almost over and the principal 
allowed her to take her finals early because she was a top student. 

Well! Then Bobbie called me one morning, toward the last of August. 

She said, "I'll bet you don't even remember me. I'm Bobbie Stevens." 

Of course I remembered her! And I was glad to hear her voice. I told her I 
had missed her a lot. That was a little fib, but it made Bobbie feel good. 
She very timidly said she'd love to come and see me sometime if I weren't 
too busy. She gurgled happily when I said, "I'll be tickled to see you 
again, Bobbie. Can you come this afternoon?" We made a date at one o'clock. 
Bobbie came fifteen minutes early. She was even sweeter than I remembered. 
As I let her in, I leaned down and kissed her mouth warmly. Then she clung 
to me. 

"Oh, Norma! I missed you terribly!" We sat on the davenport. As we sat down 
I patted her bare thigh just above her knee. She shuddered! "Now, Bobbie!" I 
said. "Where have you been and what have you been doing? Tell me all about 
it!" 

She told me about their trip to Chicago, about her sight-seeing, and about 
the shows she had seen. She gabbed on and on. As she talked, she moved a 
little closer to me. I felt the gentle pressure of her bare leg on mine. She 
was breathing kinda hard. Suddenly! She threw her arms around my neck and 
lifted her sweet lips to me. 

"Oh, Norma! Kiss me! Kiss me!" It was an anguished cry! She was starved for 
affection and love! 

I kissed and caressed her for a few minutes. She was wild! And I? When I 
couldn't stand it another second, I picked her up gently, and carried her to 
the bedroom. I lay her on the bed and practically ripped her panties off! I 
lowered my mouth to her aching pussy. She was wild! It must have been months 
since she had been with a girl. She couldn't get enough! She kept pushing 
her pussy into the air so my mouth would clamp onto it. Clamp onto it, I 
did! I tongued her there and then I got the bright idea of drawing the whole 
thing out for a real long time. I quit sucking her pussy and drew back. 

She was so excited, she seemed in actual pain. She started begging me to 
kiss her pussy again. I took my own sweet time. I just relaxed on the bed 
for a moment until I had calmed down, and then I slowly began caressing her 
breast. She was so hot it was driving her crazy and that made me all the 
more excited. I kissed her mouth gently, sweetly. 

She began crying for me to make love to her. Instead, I ran my fingers over 
her legs, tickling her. Then over her stomach. Then up to her breasts. I 
began tonguing her breasts laving each nipple ever so carefully. 

Bobbie was really begging me for it by now but I still wouldn't do her. I 
wanted to make sure she would have a come she would remember! So-o I just 
kept at it, making the slowtype love until she actually began crying with 
frustration. 

Only then did I lower my mouth to her aching pussy. I tongued each part of 
her pussy carefully. I took care to make her throbbing clitoris even hotter! 
I ran my tongue down one side of her slit and slowly up the other. I kept 
winding it around her clitoris, too. 

Bobbie couldn't do anything but moan. She tried to push my face more fully 
into her pussy, but I didn't want to go that fast. No, this one was to be 
slow, and good. Something Bobbie would never forget. Not in a dozen years. 
Not in a lifetime! 

Then I really began to go to work on her. I expertly moved my tongue so that 
I would touch each sensitive portion of her pussy. She came. Not once, but 
three times! 

The last time, she spun around. She put her hand between my legs. Hungrily, 
she returned my kisses and I came, too. 

There's only one way to describe our two hours together that afternoon. They 
were wildly passionate, but filled with sweet, tender affection, too. 

Surprise! Surprise! Lani and Pua came back a week early! Monday morning 
about nine o'clock, our phone rang. Lani was on the phone. They were back at 
Lani's place." They had arrived at seven o'clock that morning, on the night 
flight from Hilo. When could I come over? 

I got there at nine-thirty. I was real anxious to see them. They both looked 
great. Fab tans! Both Lani and Pua had filled out a little in the right 
places. I noticed it right away. Both girls' breasts were a little fuller. 
When I mentioned it, Lani giggled, "We've been getting plenty of breast 
exercise!" 

When they met me at the apartment door, both girls were wearing sheer black, 
shortie gowns. Period! Pua gurgled, "See what I brought you!" It was a 
sheer, black, shortie gown, exactly like theirs! 

"Oh! It's lovely!" Pua said, "Put it on, darling! We want to see you in it!" 

I hurried into the bedroom to change. When I came to model the gown, both 
girls were lavishly complimentary. Lani said, "Oh, Norma! You're lovelier 
than ever!" We hugged and kissed each other fondly. 

Pua and I sat on the davenport. Lani put on a long-play disc. "This is the 
newest and greatest from Hawaii!" 

She went to the kitchen, returning in a couple of minutes with a tray of her 
famous "Hawaiian Punches." 

"Lani, darling" I said. "This is delicious! You haven't lost your touch." 

We sat together on the davenport, sipping our punches and listening to the 
new Hawaiian release. 

Then, I said, "So-o! Tell me all abut your summer!" 

Lani started first. "Well! You know I do have a local Hilo reputation as a 
pretty good modern young hula dancer! The first week I was at home, some of 
Dad's friends wanted him to see if I would give private lessons to their 
daughters. I agreed and Dad arranged things. A 'pro' Hula teacher was 
leaving for a stateside tour. She said I could use her studio for a month. 
The studio was the large 18 by 30 living room of her three bedroom home, a 
perfect room for it. The deal was two private lessons a week, on Mondays and 
Wednesdays, and a class lesson on Fridays. 

"The ladies all agreed to pay a good fee. Dad donated the money to the 
children's group his club sponsors. He raised my allowance to make up for 
it. Pua was my assistant." Lani giggled. 

"Well! You know me! The first week I noticed this one lovely girl. On her 
second private lesson I started working on her! She was a natural! 

"In the first place, the pupils would change to hula costumes at the studio. 
Naturally, I had to help them get into their costumes, so it was no problem 
getting them naked! In a couple of lessons we would be used to seeing each 
other naked! On the third private lesson I would work it so we'd shower 
together after the lesson. 

"Then! I used the same techniques you and I worked out for the young 
"converts" last semester. After the lesson, I would seat the pupil on the 
davenport, go and fix a special punch for us with a tiny bit of vodka, and 
sit by her. We would still be in our hula skirts and tapa cloth bras. I'd 
got them used to not wearing panties under the skirt. 

"The first girl I made out with was Barbara. She was fourteen. Just my age. 
She was a living doll. Built a lot like Pua. I guess it was her breasts 
which attracted me! 

"Well! That first time I sat next to her, our bare thighs accidentally 
touched!" 

"Ho, ho! Accidentally I" I laughed. Lani giggled before continuing. 

"Well! I'm glad I still had the teen-girls photo albums. After the next 
lesson I told Barbara I had some photo albums she might like to see. I sat 
close to her as we looked at the photos. In the picture, where the two 
teen-age girls kissed each other, I said to Barbara, 'Hey! That may be fun! 
Let's try it.' 

"Well! We kissed! Barbara was ready! We sucked tongues and I started to 
fondle Barbara's breasts. She didn't hesitate. She reached over and fondled 
my breasts too! 

"I said, 'Oh, Barbara! You're so sweet! Did you ever make love with another 
girl before?' 

"She said, 'No, but my girl friend did! She said it was real nice! Now I 
believe her!' 

"As we resumed our French-kiss, I untied her tapa-bra and fondled her full 
swelling breasts. I took off my own tapa bra, leaned down and drew one of 
her nipples into my mouth! Barbara was burning! I raised up, took her hand 
and said, 'Come, sweet! Let's go inside!' You can guess the rest!" 

As Lani and Pua told it, Lani "brought-out" ten of her fifteen hula-pupils 
during one month of lessons. 

Lani said, "I don't take all the credit! Barbara helped me! She knew all the 
pupils well. She had a pretty good idea as to which girls would go for 
making love with another girl! 

Pua was a big help, too! After a couple of sessions I would turn the convert 
to Pua, just like you and I turned on the eighth-grade girls last semester. 
We encouraged the ten girls to 'go together' but discouraged 'going steady.' 
We proved to them how much more fun and variety there is in 'swapping 
partners.' 

"After the month's lessons were over," Lani said, "the twelve girls had 
about six weeks together. Beach parties, at secluded spots, were their 
favorite activity." 

Of course, Lani and Pua introduced spankings and whippings! That's when Pua 
told me about something new in the use of a nylon "cat!" Leave it to Pua to 
experiment with whippings! She really goes for that bit. 

Pua likes to sit in front of a mirror, naked, play with herself and whip 
herself at the same time. She discovered this new use of the "cat" by 
accident. She was in the bathroom one day. She was drawing a bath and 
whipping herself while the tub filled. As she leaned down to test the water 
temp, the nylon straps slipped into the water. She resumed whipping her 
thighs. 

She said, "Man! It stung! Real good!" 

So-o! From then on, she and Lani whipped each other with a wet nylon "cat!" 

Pua jumped up! "Come on, Norma darling! We'll show you!" 

As Lani and I hurried to the bedroom, our arms around each other, Pua went 
to the bathroom to get the "cat" wet. 

 LETTER NINE 

"Four On A Sex Bash" 

It would appear that the normal twelveto-fourteen year old would find more 
interesting things to talk about, or do, than have a continual emphasis upon 
sex to the utter exclusion of all other thoughts and desires. When Norma's 
girl friends return from Hawaii, there is little said other than 
descriptions of the sex all of the girls experienced during the summer. Of 
course, the reader must bear in mind that Norma is an angry girl, at the 
zenith of her rebellion. And it may be her self-destructive tendencies that 
"edit" out all thoughts other than base sexual ones. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

When Pua came in with the soaked "cat," we first took off each other's 
shortie-gowns. Then Pua had me stand in the center of the room. She and Lani 
took turns whipping me. 

At the first lash of the wet nylon straps, I knew Pua hadn't exaggerated! 
The straps burned like fire! They whipped me thoroughly! I was getting 
hotter with each lash! Of course, it made Lani and Pua plenty hot to whip 
me! 

With the final lash, between my widespread legs, we tumbled onto our "love 
couch" and went immediately into our daisy-chain. 

God! It was good! I had really missed our threesomes! 

After our threesome, Pua said, "We tried something else new this summer! Her 
eyes glittered! We worked out a daisy-chain for all twelve of us girls!" 

I gasped! "A twelve-girl daisy chain? Wow!" Pua continued, "We did it on the 
beach where there was lots of room! And! Later, we added something! When we 
were in position we'd shift the chain, each girl going to the next girl in 
the chain. We would shift about every few minutes, until we reached our 
original position. That way each girl would suck and be sucked by every 
other girl in the chain." 

"Wow!" I said. "That sounds fab! We'll have to get a long daisy-chain going 
here!" 

Of course, I had to tell Lani and Pua of my summer experiences. I told them 
about my dates with Anne's sorority sisters and how much fun they were. 

Pua said, "Gee, Norma! I'd love to date an older girl! Could you fix me up?" 

Lani said, "That'd be fab, Norma! Could you get me a date, too?" I promised 
to line up some nice future dates for them. 

When I told them about dating Sylvia, Pam, and Josie they just about 
flipped. They thought it was a real fab experience. They were hoping they 
would get "adopted" by an older woman. 

Finally I told them about Anne's and my "baby-sitting." They were all ears. 
When I told about Mrs. Carlson paying us to "pee on her," I thought they 
would pass out! They just couldn't believe it at first! Then I told them 
about the book The Amber Shower, and how the act was sex-related. I even 
told them how it had made Anne and me hot when we read it, so we peed on 
each other afterwards. The next day, when I saw Lani, she could hardly wait 
to tell me! "Norma! Right after you left, yesterday, do you know what Pua 
and I did? We went to the bathroom and peed on each other! It made us both 
boil! We had a marvelous love session right afterward!" 

Before I left Lani and Pua Monday afternoon, I gladly fell in with their 
suggestion for another party at Lani's the next morning at ten-thirty. Both 
girls begged me to bring Anne if she would come. 

Anne was all for it. We arrived at Lani's right at ten-thirty Tuesday 
morning. Lani and Pua looked real cute! They had brushed each other's hair 
till it shone. They had on sheer nylons, heels, red narrow garter belts, 
sheer, black, lace-edged panties, and strapless halfbras with holes in 
front, through which their nipples and breasts protruded invitingly. 

Lani and Pua kissed and hugged Anne! They were really glad to see her! 

Anne said, "You girls look so cute! I love your holey bras!" She laughed. 
Anne, Pua and I sat on the davenport. Lani said, "Excuse me a minute," and 
went into the kitchen. 

We three sat and gabbed. Anne said, "Norma told me about your wet 'cat!' It 
sounds great! I hope you'll demonstrate it on me, today!" Pua leaned over 
and French-kissed Anne. 

"Oh, Anne! Darling! Will you let me!" 

"Of course, Pua! I want you to whip me! I can just feel the love sting of 
those wet nylon straps!" 

Pua shivered! "Anne! You darling! And will you whip me nice, afterward?" 

Anne really turned Pua on! Pua almost fell in love with her. The first time 
Anne spanked her, with the ping-pong paddle, Pua was Anne's slave. 

Lani had a surprise for Anne and me. She brought in four tall drinks on a 
tray. She said, "Try these, darlings! I know that it'll be a 'first' for 
you." 

Anne and I sipped. "Um-m! Good! What's in it?" 

Lani laughed! "When you finish that you'll be true Hawaiians! It's an 
Okulehau cocktail!" She told us about Okulehau. It was the native Hawaiian 
alcoholic beverage. They call it "Oke" for short. For many years it was made 
by "Kamaainas," old-time Hawaiians, at home. Only the old-timers knew the 
formula. Just a year ago, an enterprising young Hawaiian got his grandfather 
to teach him the formula. He started a very small distillery, almost a 
backyard operation, in Hilo. Now, he bottles about fifty cases a month. It's 
a premium, or custom operation. 

The "Oke" he bottles is ordered months ahead by connoisseurs. Lani was able 
to wangle about a half-gallon to bring with her. It's an out-of-this-world 
beverage. It's amber colored and just barely sweet. It's so mild in taste 
that you can drink it straight, just like a Coke. It's about eighty-proof. 
Lani said, "A big hotel man in the Islands is going to back Johnny Pelua and 
expand his distillery. I'll bet "Oke" becomes a second vodka!" 

I don't doubt it! 

Lani put on a dreamy Hawaiian disc and we danced. Anne danced with Pua. Lani 
and I were partners. As the record ended, Pua put her fingers at the top of 
Annie's dress-zipper in back. Smiling, she said, "May I, Anne?" 

"Of course! Darling! Do it if you want to!" Pua unzipped Anne's dress and 
slipped it off. Lani said, "You too, darling!" She unzipped and took off my 
dress. Now we were all four in our sheer panties and scanty bras. It was a 
lot more intimate. And nice. 

We sat on the davenport, Anne and Pua, and Lani and I. We began kissing and 
petting each other. Anne was fingering Pua's hard nipples that stuck out of 
the cut-out nipple holes of her bra. Pua was fondling Anne's full breasts 
through her bra. They were sucking tongues. Lani and I had taken off each 
other's bras. Lani was sucking my breast. Now Anne and Pua had their bras 
off. They were taking turns sucking one another's breasts. 

Lani said, "Raise up, sweet!" She slipped my panties off. Then I took off 
her panties! Lani now was sucking my breast and teasing my clitoris with her 
fingertip. I was getting real high on the "Oke." 

Anne was playing with Pua and whispering in her ear. In a minute Anne said, 
"Pua and I are going to shower each other. Do you want to watch?" They 
kissed, a long French-kiss, then Anne led Pua toward the bathroom. 

Lani and I hurried after them. Inside, Pua lay on her back in the tub. Anne 
squatted above Pua's pusssy, facing her. In seconds the warm amber urine 
flowed from Anne's pussy. It splattered onto Pua's belly, her pussy, and ran 
down between her legs. Pua was quivering! Her eyes were glazed! Lani and I 
watched, fascinated, our hands between each other's legs. Then, Anne lay 
down in the tub. Pua squatted and peed on her, Anne moaned with pleasure. 

Afterward, they soaped and showered each other thoroughly, while Lani and I 
watched. When they had toweled each other I whispered to Lani, "Shall we 
have an amber shower?" For an answer, Lani fairly fell into the tub on her 
back. Anne and Pua watched as we took turns peeing on each other. 

We went back into the living room to the davenport. Anne made us talk about 
it! She said, "That's the most stimulating prelude to love I've ever 
experienced! It's a complete, mutual, surrender of two girl-sweethearts!" 

Pua French-kissed Anne! "Anne, lover, it was wonderful!" 

We sat there naked, holding hands and kissing each other occasionally. Lani 
got up to fix us another "Oke" cocktail. When she came back she put on 
another new Hawaiian disc. Lani and I, and Anne and Pua got up to dance. 

We danced close, our breasts flattened together. The tufts of our pussies 
pressed together. We danced with our hands on, and between each other's hot 
buttocks. As the disc ended, Lani and I, our bodies tight together, 
French-kissed. Anne and Pua were standing in a close embrace, also kissing. 
Lani put on another disc and we changed partners. 

I know that Anne thinks Lani is cute! As for Lani, I knew she was dying to 
have Anne fondle and kiss her! And! Pua and I have always made out real good 
together. After that dance we sat on the davenport again with our new 
partners. 

Pua whispered in my ear, "Watch Lani! She's crazy for Anne!" 

As we watched, Lani leaned over openmouthed, to Anne, just pleading for a 
long French-kiss! As they kissed, Lani's tiny hands fondled Anne's swelling 
breasts. Lani pinched Anne's nipples and Anne moaned with love pain. Pua and 
I played with each other as we watched. 

In a few minutes Anne said, "Pua! you promised me something!" 

Pua was ready and waiting! She said, "Oh, yes! Darling! Right now!" 

She went into the bathroom and came back shortly. She had the nylon "cat" in 
her hand! Water dripped from the straps! She turned to Anne. "Stand here in 
front of me! Face me!" Anne obeyed, her eyes down, submissively. 

Crack! I saw Anne wince as the wet "cat" wrapped around her lower leg. 
Crack! The other leg! Pua was an experienced "disciplinarian" by now! She'd 
been practicing on the ten little Hilo converts all summer. 

She whipped Anne from her ankles to her waist. Next, she made Anne turn 
around. She whipped her from ankles to neck, with especially severe lashing 
of her buttocks. 

Then she made Anne lie on her back, put her knees up and spread her legs 
wide. Pua then whipped her between the legs. Anne screamed as Pua lashed the 
open lips of her tender pussy. Then Pua made Anne kneel, facing her. She 
began whipping her breasts. Anne's extra-full breasts, already swollen, 
swelled even more as the nine wet nylon strands punished them. Anne pushed 
her breasts forward. She wanted to receive the stinging lashes to an even 
fuller degree. She was moaning with love pain! 

With the final lash, Anne dropped her head between Pua's widespread legs. 
Both girls were visibly trembling as Anne's hot tongue slipped into Pua's 
quivering pussy! It was beautiful to watch them! Lani and I sat playing with 
each other, our eyes glued on the hot love scene! We were just about as hot 
as Anne and Pua! 

Pua let Anne suck her for only two or three minutes. Then she gently pushed 
Anne's head back. She looked at Lani and me. "Come! Let's all have a 
foursome right here on the floor!" 

We quickly arranged ourselves. Anne sucked Pua. Lani sucked Anne, I sucked 
Lani and Pua sucked me. It was a lovely foursome. Later, we rotated. 

After our foursome, we lay on the thick carpet with some sofa pillows and 
rested for a few minutes. Then, Lani fixed us a short "Oke." We drank it 
straight, about two ounces each. The surprising thing about straight "Oke," 
is that it just barely burns as you drink it. 

Lani said, "Try it without a chaser! It leaves a nice taste in your mouth!" 
We all liked it that way, too. 

We sat on the large davenport, slugged our "Okes" and listened to more of 
Lani's new Hawaiian discs and just gabbed. It's so nice for several girl 
friends to be together completely naked. It's so intimate. It kinda cements 
your group feeling. We all enjoy seeing each other naked. 

In a few minutes we danced together again. Anne led Pua. Lani was my 
partner. As we danced with our breasts and pussies touching, we all started 
to get hot again. Both Anne and Pua and Lani and I ended the dance with a 
long passionate French-kiss. Then Anne sat down in a big chair and Pua 
kneeled in front of her. Lani and I sat on the davenport and watched. 

Pua started with Anne's feet. First, she lovingly licked the bottoms of 
Anne's feet. Anne taught me that, and I taught it to Pua and Lani. A lot of 
girls don't know the bottoms of their feet are a highly sensitive area. When 
another girl licks you there it goes clear through you! It's a gasser! Now, 
Pua was sucking Anne's toes, drawing each one into her mouth and laving it. 
Lani and I began fondling each other's breasts. Watching always get me hot! 

Pua moved inch-by-inch up Anne's legs, kissing and licking. When she reached 
her inner thighs Anne spread her legs, reached down, and opened the moist 
lips of her pussy. Now Pua was kissing Anne's pussy. Now her tongue was 
working slowly in and out. 

Lani leaned down and drew one of my nipples into her hot mouth and laved it. 
I put my hand between her legs and teased her clitoris while she was sucking 
my breast. 

As we watched, Anne's legs stiffened. She began to quiver, she moaned and 
pulled Pua's mouth closer. Then! Wow! She came! Pua continued to suck her 
tenderly until Anne fell back in the big chair. Pua sat on her lap and they 
tongue-kissed for a couple of minutes. Pua and I rushed over and kissed both 
of them. 

Lani gurgled, "Oh, Anne! Pua! You were so sweet together! We loved watching 
you." 

Anne smiled her "naughty smile!" She reached up and took one of my hard 
nipples and one of Lani's in her thumbs and forefingers. 

"By all the signs, I'll bet you and Norma are in the mood again! Pua and I 
enjoy watching, too, you know! Here! Use this chair!" Anne and Pua went to 
the davenport. I looked at Lani questioningly. She pushed me down in the 
chair. "Let me do it, darling!" She kneeled between my legs. 

It was a grand session. We both loved it. And, Anne and Pua thoroughly 
enjoyed watching. 

It was a super day for all of us. Now we plan our special foursome as often 
as we can make it together. 

 LETTER TEN 

"What Older Women Do" 

Norma's utter dependence on her sister again comes to the fore, as Anne 
again totally dresses her sister for the sex acts she has been encouraged to 
enter. Norma flatly states, "I would never date another girl without Anne's 
permission." Just as Norma does nearly everything her sister suggests, so 
does she do everything other older girls and women suggest. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

That night about seven o'clock, Virgie phoned me. She. said, "Syl wants us 
to come over tomorrow morning. Pam will be there, too. Can you make it?" 

We agreed to meet at the drugstore at ten the next morning. Pam would pick 
us up. I still had a real crush on Pam. The thought of being with her the 
next morning thrilled me. 

I told Anne about it. I asked her if she minded if I had a date with Pam. 
Anne said, "Sweetheart! I don't mind sharing you with other girls! In fact, 
I'm kinda proud that other girls enjoy my sister sweetheart! I know that you 
have a crush on Pam. I think that's nice. I might even like to date her 
myself if you wouldn't be jealous." 

I was sitting on Anne's lap in my baby-doll top. I leaned over and 
French-kissed her. "Oh! Anne, darling! I wouldn't be jealous! It's kinda 
funny! It gets me real hot thinking of you and another girl making love! 
And! When I get to watch you, it really turns me on!" 

Anne spanked me a couple of times, playfully, on my bare buttocks. She said, 
"You naughty girl! I should paddle you for having such naughty thoughts!" I 
shivered. 

Anne continued. "Do you think you deserve to be paddled?" 

"Oh, yes, Anne! It was naughty of me to think those things! You ought to 
punish me!" Anne said, "Then go and bring me the paddle!" 

I hurried to the dresser drawer, brought Anne the paddle, and got on my 
elbows and knees in front of her. I faced to the left, to leave Anne's right 
hand, her "spanking hand," free. Anne always delays a minute or so before 
she hits the paddle against my waiting buttocks. That moment of anticipation 
always excites me! Then, whack! I winced with pleasure! If there's one sex 
activity I enjoy the most, I really think it's when Anne spanks and whips 
me! Anne spanked my buttocks about a dozen times then she raised me up, took 
my hand and led me into the bathroom. I could tell she felt sexy. She said, 
"Lie down in the tub, you naughty girl!" I obeyed, meeekly. Anne squatted 
over my breasts. She moved back and forth showering both my breasts and then 
down over my belly and pussy. The exciting warm urine trickled between my 
legs. 

Wow! I gotta stop! My hand is shaking so hard I can barely write, just 
remembering! 

O.K., that's better. Well! When Anne finished showering me she lay down and 
I "peed on" her. When I finished showering Anne, I lay on top of her in the 
tub, mouth-to-mouth, our hard nipples pressed into each other's breasts, our 
wet bellies flattened against each other. 

Anne whispered, "Spread your pussy lips, sweetheart!" I reached down and 
spread the lips of my pussy. Anne spread her lips, then I felt it! The one 
thing that Anne can do which no other girl whom I know can do! 

She shoved her long, hard clitoris into my open pussy! If you've never had 
it that way, I just can't describe the sensation to you! Anne worked her 
clitoris against my pussy as she fondled my hot buttocks, pulling me closer 
to meet each thrust. We had a fab mutual orgasm! God! It was wonderful! 

After we had soaped and showered each other, we lay in bed. Anne whispered, 
"Sweetheart! Every time with you is better than the last time! I love you so 
much!" 

That's the way it is with me, too! Each time with Anne is nicer than the 
last! 

I would never date another girl without Anne's permission. She told me, 
"Sweetheart! As I've told you before! I really like to have you date other 
girls and even older women, too. Don't forget! You'll be dating my sorority 
sisters and a number of the alumnae girls this year!" 

"Oh golly! Anne! Do you really think I'll be pl-edged?" I asked. 

Anne smiled. "Trust me, sweetheart! We'll pledge you. You may even get to be 
assistant to the pledge mistress!" 

The next morning, Anne got me ready. She bathed me, brushed my hair, 
perfumed me lightly, and put a speck of rouge on my nipples. I started to 
get out panties and a bra ... Anne said, "Never mind the bra and panties, 
sweetheart!" She got out my thin blue dress with the flared skirt ... it's 
one of my miniest skirts and it buttons down the front. Anne slipped it on 
me. When she buttoned it up the front, she left the top button open. The 
neck was fairly low, anyway, and with the open top button, my breasts were 
on display, especially If I leaned forward a bit. I said, "Gee, Anne! I'll 
feel self-conscious walking to the drugstore in just this thin dress." 

Anne laughed! "Sweetheart, you'd be surprised to know just how many girls go 
around wearing a thin dress and no undies. They get a lot of ogling from 
both men and girls as they walk down the street." 

Anne said, "I'm fixing you up so that Virgie, Syl, and especially your 
precious Pam will all flip when they see you." 

Anne was right, as usual. On the way to the drugstore, the sun was at my 
back. Two attractive young women looked down at my dress and smiled 
"flirtingly" as we passed each other. A middle-aged man stopped fifteen feet 
ahead of me and got a real eyeful! Two teenage boys whistled as we passed. 

I saw Virgie standing on the corner facing me. 

"Hi, Virgie! Did I keep you waiting?" 

Virgie said, "I'm glad I was here first, so I could watch you walk up! You 
didn't put panties on, did you?" 

"Oh! Can you see through my dress?" 

"Can I? Wow! I can see plenty! You're not wearing a bra, either! God, you 
look sexy!" 

"That's not a nun's habit you're wearing, either!" 

Pam picked us up at ten-twenty. We sat in the front seat, I was in the 
middle. 

As she drove Pam glanced down at my blouse. She said, "That's a cute blouse, 
darling! Why didn't you unbutton the second button, too?" She smiled 
approvingly as I reached up to follow her suggestion. She looked down again. 
"There! The blouse is even cuter now!" She laughed. 

As we stopped for a light, Pam put her warm palm on my bare thigh. She said, 
"Norma! You have the loveliest legs in town!" 

"Thank you, Pam, darling!" I said, which prompted Pam to suggest, "Pull your 
skirt up a little!" I did. "Lovely!" she exclaimed. "Just lovely!" 

Syl was waiting for us at the door. Inside, all four of us hugged and 
French-kissed each other. Syl kissed us both! A long French-kiss! 

Then Virgie and I tongue-kissed, while Syl's and Pam's tongues explored each 
other's mouths. Syl pushed Pam away, laughing. "Get away from me, you siren! 
You're getting me too hot too soon!" 

Pam laughed. "You didn't exactly cool me off either, darling!" That's one 
thing I like about older girls, they're so uninhibited! To them, there's 
nothing, but nothing about sex too intimate to talk about! A girl just 
couldn't be self-conscious about sex with them. If s as normal and natural 
as breathing! 

Acting her bartender bit, Syl said, "Now ladies, what may I serve you? The 
specialty of the house today is a 'Sunset Strip Gasser!' Shall I mix some 
for you? I recommend them highly!" 

We all opted for the "Strip Gasser." 

Pam and I sat on one davenport and Virgie sat alone on the other, hoping 
that Syl would join her. 

Syl served our "Gassers." In spite of the name, it was the smoothest, 
mildest tasting alcoholic beverage I'd ever tasted! I said, "Um-m! Syl! This 
is delicious! What's in it?" 

Syl said, "Ah-ah! Don't ask me that! This is an "invention" of Phil M. He 
features it at his club. Every bar owner in town is trying to duplicate it! 
I wangled the recipe from Phil! He, too, owes me some favors! And! I 
solemnly promised not to tell!" 

The LP played on and we finished our "Gasser." Then I knew why Phil had 
named it. One drink warmed you up all over. And! I swear it had something in 
it to turn you on! I felt my breasts swell a little. A warm surge went 
through me. It did start getting me turned on. Syl watched Virgie's and my 
reactions to the "Gasser." As we finished the drink, she smiled. 

"How was the 'Gasser,' sweet babies?" 

I said, "Golly, Syl! I'm either imagining things, or this 'Gasser' makes you 
hot!" Syl laughed. "You, too? That makes it unanimous! There is a secret 
ingredient in it. Perfectly harmless, but it is an aphrodisiac! That's why 
Phil can't patent the formula!" 

I didn't know what an aphrodisiac was and I didn't want to show my 
ignorance, but Virgie didn't mind. She said, "What's an aphrodisiac Syl?' 
Syl explained briefly. "It's a love potion. It makes you sexy. Aphrodisiacs 
were used as far back as 3000 B.C. The Egyptians used them. They're useful 
for jaded old ladies like me!" She laughed again. 

"Now, Norma! Will you be a sweet child and freshen our 'Gassers?' They are 
in that metal container on the bar." 

As I walked across the room, I saw Syl's glance lower to my skirt. I brought 
the drinks and served them. As I walked toward Syl, she said, "Stand here, 
baby! I just have to find out!" 

As I stood in front of her she said, "Pull your skirt up! Above your waist!" 
I obeyed. "Ha, ha! Just as I suspected! No panties!" 

She gave my bare buttocks a little spank. She gurgled, "Pam! These young 
girls today have it all over us. God, at age fifteen I wouldn't have dared. 
You babies are real lucky! You're living in an advanced 'mod' world." 

I glowed! Anne's idea had been a big success! 

I went back and sat next to Pam. She patted my bare thigh as my flared skirt 
hiked up. "You're sweet, darling!" She kissed my cheek lightly. A 
feather-kiss. I wanted to pull her to me, fondle her lovely, full breasts 
and suck tongues with her right that instant! But I resisted. I merely said, 
"Thank you, darling." 

I've learned already that these older, sophisticated women love us for our 
innocence and naivete. They want to be the aggressors. That's where dumber 
girls fall down. They start grabbing and pawing in true adolescent style. 
This disgusts sophisticates. They like to think that they're teaching or 
bringing out a young girl. We can get as wild as we please in our own group, 
but with older girls we must be the demure, seducible teener. 

I know that having Anne "bring-me-out" was a wonderful start. She led me all 
the way, gradually and carefully. Her getting me a date with Pauline was 
just one facet of her "bringing-me-out." She knew that Pauline wanted to "do 
everything" herself, because Pauline had been Anne's second girl lover. I've 
always blessed Anne for my careful, expert, loving induction into Lesbian 
love. 

We four sat and sipped our "Gassers." I noticed Syl putting her glass to 
Virgie's lips for an occasional sip. Pam did the same for me. It was like we 
were slaves being permitted to sip from their mistress's glass! It was 
thrilling! 

Another nice thing about sophisticated lovers, like Syl and Pam: They don't 
rush things. Where Lani, Pua, and I would have been in bed sucking each 
other within fifteen minutes at the most, we four sat for at least an hour, 
without any lovemaking. We listened to the scores of a long series of LP's 
while Syl expounded on the music. I learned that she was a highly schooled 
musician. She had a doctorate in music and her producer husband depended on 
her for final advice regarding releases. 

As the LP's ended, Syl said, "Norma, if you don't mind, would you do your 
'Postures and Poses' for us? Pam says you're simply marvelous!" 

Well! With such a buildup, I could hardly say no! Syl led me to the 
adjoining room and handed me a costume, the same black, sheer panels which 
Pam had given me. 

I took off my dress, donned the panels, and entered the living room. The 
lights were dimmed. I did my act, pausing to give a special treat to Syl and 
Virgie. Then I finished in front of Pam. They all clapped and exclaimed, 
"Bravo! Bravissimo!" Pam gently pulled me down beside her. "You were terrif, 
darling!" She French-kissed me. 

Then, Syl said, "Your turn to perform, Virgie!" 

Virgie said, "Golly! I don't have an act! What can I do?" 

Syl said, "Come, baby! Let's go in the bedroom! I'll write an act for you in 
just two minutes!" 

 LETTER ELEVEN 

"A Nice Amber Shower" 

That older women would involve themselves in sexual acivity with young girls 
merely shows the depraved level of sexual activity one can find in some of 
the larger metropolitan areas in the United States. When the sexual activity 
involves urinating upon one another, the observer could well wonder what has 
happened to the morals in this country. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

After they left, Pam turned to me, all smiles and requests. 

"Darling! Would you mind getting me out of this dress? I'm smothering!" 

Would I mind? Ha! I was delighted! I unzipped her dress and took it off. 

"Now, my heels and stockings, baby!" I kneeled in front of Pam, took off her 
heels, unfastened her stockings, and slowly peeled them down and off. 

"Now, my garter belt, darling!" Trembling, I took that off, too. 

"Thank you, sweet baby! Now I can breathe!" She kissed my cheek. In a few 
minutes, Syl came back. 

She said, "Virgie will do her act in a couple of minutes. I hope she doesn't 
over rehearse." She laughed. 

Syl came over and sat on our davenport. In a minute Virgie entered the room. 
She sat down on the other davenport, facing us. 

Virgie sat for a moment looking down at herself. Her miniskirt was almost up 
to her waist. She caressed and stroked her inner thighs. Her legs spread. 
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, looking down at herself. Now she pulled 
her skirt up further. We could see the lace edge of her black panties. Now 
she fondled her breasts through the bra. She took it off. Her lovely breasts 
pushed out, happy to be free. She cupped and fondled her naked breasts. She 
pinched her nipples. The hard tips now stood out even further. You could see 
that she was really working herself up. 

She raised up, slightly, and slipped off her panties. She spread her legs 
wide and began teasing her clitoris. Her middle finger pushed into her 
pussy. In and out. Out and in. With a slow rhythm. Virgie writhed! In 
another minute she would have made herself come! Syl didn't want that to 
happen! Not just yet! 

She cried out, "Cut! Cut!" 

Virgie snapped out of her trance, stood up, bowed, and ran "off stage." 

I really got turned-on watching Virgie's act. Many times I had sat in front 
of a mirror and fondled and played with myself. Anne and I often sit facing 
each other, and watch as we both play with ourselves. It always gets us hot! 

Pam was turned-on, too! She was gently fondling my swollen breasts. I turned 
my open mouth to hers. She soul-kissed me and pinched my nipples hard! I 
almost went out of my skull! 

Pam lay down on the floor, her arms open to me. 

"Come! Baby doll!" We quickly adjusted to each other, breasts to breasts. 
Pussy to pussy. I was on top. 

Virgie came, naked, and got on top of Syl, who was lying right next to Pam 
and me. 

Pam and I had a super party. I like to be on top and have my partner fondle 
and manipulate my buttocks. From the low moans of Syl and Virgie, I knew 
they were thrilling each other. 

Later, as Pam and I showered, I asked, "Did you ever experience an amber 
shower?" 

Pam gasped! "An amber shower? Do you mean you know about them?" 

I told her how I was introduced to the amber shower, how Anne and I had 
tried it, and how we had initiated Lani and Pua in the amber ritual. 

Pam said, "You young girls today are far more advanced than we were. Why I 
didn't enjoy an amber shower till I was twenty years old." She gazed into my 
eyes with a seductive expression. 

"Shall we, darling?" I licked her palm. 

Before I knew it, I was lying on my back in the tub with Pam squatted over 
my breasts. She peed on me! Then, she lay down and I peed on her. We both 
loved it! 

Pam said, "Does Virgie know about the am her shower?" 

"No," I answered, "At least I didn't tell her." 

Pam said, "Ho, ho! Wait till I tell Syl about this! She'll initiate Virgie!" 

Back in the living room, Syl and Virgie were sitting on one of the 
davenports. Virgie was sitting on Syl's lap. Syl was sucking her breasts. 
Pam and I sat on the other davenport. 

Syl and Virgie went to the bar and Syl fixed us Pepsi-vodkas. We sat and 
sipped our drinks. 

In a few minutes, Syl said, "I think it's time for you sweet girls to have a 
little variety in your loving. "Come over to me, Norma!" I looked at Pam. 
She said, "Go ahead, sweet! Syl is a wonderful lover!" 

I went to Syl and Virgie joined Pam on the other davenport. We all petted 
and loved each other. Syl was turning me on! It's always stimulating when 
you have a new partner for the first time! And Virgie was obviously enjoying 
Pam's caresses. 

It wasn't long before all four of us were lying side by side, on the floor. 
I was on top of Syl. Virgie was on top of Pam. We had a nice long session. 
Afterward, we lay on the floor and napped for about twenty minutes, when we 
came to we lay in our lovers arms and sucked tongues for a few lovely 
minutes. 

Syl said, "Listen girls! Pam and I have really enjoyed you! You've both been 
wonderful! But we've been selfish old biddies! Now we'll give you girls a 
chance to make love to each other. Let's all use the same davenport!" 

Syl sat down. Pam dropped to her knees between her widespread legs. Syl 
patted the davenport at her side. I sat close to her while Virgie kneeled 
before me. 

As our lovers' knowing tongues thrilled us, Syl reached over and began 
fondling my breasts. I fondled hers in turn. Every few minutes Syl would 
lean over and French-kiss me. Syl and I were having two girls at the same 
time. It made a fab party! Syl and I came seconds apart! While we sucked 
tongues! 

Then we traded positions. Pam and Virgie moved up on the davenport and Syl 
and I kneeled and gave them their well-earned rewards. Virgie and Pam were 
fondling each other and French-kissing as Syl and I lovingly sucked their 
pussies. I had never done it just like that with two couples before. I 
enjoyed it! A lot! 

We sat together on the davenport complimenting each other lavishly on the 
wonderful time we'd had. 

Pam turned to Syl. "Syl, you're not treating Virgie as nice as you should." 
Syl was surprised! Pam continued. "You haven't even amber showered her yet! 
Shame on you!" 

Syl's eyes glittered! She said, "Did you amber shower Norma?" 

"Of course! Then she showered me! It was lovely!" 

She turned to me. "Wasn't it, darling?" For an answer, I French-kissed her. 

Virgie was perplexed! She said, "Have I been missing something?" 

Syl took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. "We'll fix that, 
baby-doll!" Pam pulled me up! "Come, sweet! Let's watch!" 

We were all four in the bathroom then. Virgie didn't have the slightest idea 
what was coming. 

Syl laid down in the tub. She motioned to Virgie, "Get in the tub, baby!" 
Virgie obeyed. "Now squat over my breasts, facing me!" Virgie squatted. Then 
Syl, her voice husky with passion, said, "Now! Pee on me, baby!" 

Virgie looked at me, hesitatingly. I said, "Go ahead, Virgie! It's real 
great!" 

As Virgie peed on Syl, she got real hot! It does that to you when you pee on 
another girl!" 

Syl got up, "Now, baby, I'll shower you! Lie down!" 

When Syl finished, Virgie pulled her down on top of her. They sucked 
tongues, their wet breasts, bellies, thighs and pussies tight together, just 
like Anne and I did it! 

Syl and Virgie scrubbed each other and then it was time for Virgie and me to 
leave. Pam drove us to the drugstore. When Pam drove away Virgie said, "Oh, 
Norma, darling! The amber shower was fab! I can't wait till you and I can 
shower each other that way!" 

I got home at five-fifteen. Anne greeted me with a fond hug and a 
French-kiss. "How did it go, sweetheart?" 

We went to our bedroom. I sat on Anne's lap and recited all the intimate 
details of my day at Syl's. When I told her about our amber showers, I felt 
Anne getting hot. She slipped her hand under my dress and between my legs. 
We sucked tongues. Anne was shaking. 

She moaned, "Oh, Norma!" I knew what she needed right then! I slid off of 
her lap and kneeled between her legs. "Pull your dress up, darling!" I 
quickly slipped her panties off. As I lowered my head, Anne spread her legs 
wide and pulled me to her. My tongue entered her throbbing pussy. It was the 
fastest I'd ever known Anne to come. We just had time to shower and get 
ready for dinner before the folks came home. It was quite a day! 

My first day at high school went pretty well. It's a lot bigger than my 
junior-hi. There are around five thousand pupils. I have a neat schedule. 
Eight-thirty till three. Five classes and a study hall. I have three women 
teachers and two men. Two of the women teachers are quite young, about one 
or two years out of college. One of them reminds me of Pam. I could go for 
her! She's nice! Very attractive! Anne and I live close enough to walk to 
school. 

Tuesday, at noon lunch, Doris, our "pledge mistress," met for lunch with 
nine other "pre-pledges" and me, in the cafeteria. We occupied one long 
table which accommodated all of us. The "pledge-mistress" sat at the head of 
the table. 

The nine other "pre-pledges" were, every single one, extremely attractive 
girls. Anne told me, "Each of these girls, including you, is sponsored by an 
active sister. Naturally, like you, they know the type of girls we have as 
members. The sponsor has personally brought out her proposed pledge and is 
sure that she is good sorority material. We must be and are very, very sure 
of our girls before we pledge them! We have to be!" 

During lunch I had a chance to observe each "pre-pledge." They were of 
course, different types. Some blondes, some brunettes, and one redhead. They 
had several things in common. They were all about fifteen years old. Every 
girl was stacked! There wasn't one flat chested girl among them This one 
girl even had it over me. She reminded me of Pauline. 

Our luncheon gave all of us "pre-pledges" a chance to get acquainted or, at 
least, to see the sorority "prospects." They were really a bunch of lovely 
girls. As Anne had told me, every girl had been brought-out previously by 
her sponsor. Several little darlings flirted with me during lunch. But Anne 
told me, "Don't start getting any ideas about the prospective-pledges! 
They're reserved exclusively for the active and alumnae girls!" We were 
forbidden to date each other until after initiation! 

The next get-together with the "pre-pledges" was set for the following 
Saturday morning at ten o'clock. 

Sue, another of Millie's proteges, had gotten permission to use Millie's 
beach home at Santa Monica for this "pre-pledge" gathering. I didn't have 
any clear idea as to just what the activities would be. I had read books 
about sorority "Hell Week!" I knew it was a testing period! 

Anne got me ready Saturday morning after breakfast. The folks knew I was 
going to a "pre-pledge" party. Mother thought Anne's sorority was a neat 
idea. She was a Tri-Delt alumnae and believed in sororities. 

That Saturday morning, Anne showered me, powdered me all over, perfumed me 
lightly in all the right places, brushed my hair out flowingly, and lightly 
roughed my nipples. She picked a thin tight micro-miniskirt and a thin white 
sweater, that buttoned in front. She got out bobby socks and flats for me. 
She said, "I want you to look as young as possible." 

I was sorry Anne wasn't coming along. I kinda needed her to lean on. 

But she said, "Sweetheart! You're on your own today! Make me proud of you!" 
She continued, "None of the 'pre-pledge' sponsors will be present. You ten 
girls will be assigned to the other ten active sisters." 

When I asked Anne to whom I would be assigned she said, "I really don't 
know, sweetheart! There was a drawing yesterday. Only the pledge mistress 
knows which actives and which 'pre-pledges' are paired off." 

At nine-fifteen the doorbell rang. It was Rita, an eighteen year old senior. 
As we walked out to the car, I saw that five other "pre-pledges" were 
already seated two in front, three in the back seat. Rita opened the back 
door and I squeezed in. 

As we drove toward Santa Monica we six neophytes had a chance to get 
acquainted. The way I was seated, two girls were on one side of me and one 
on the other. It wasn't a large car and we were pretty snug. I could feel 
the girls' legs against mine on both sides. It was nice and intimate. The 
other girls wore real short skirts, too. As we sat there our glances took in 
the nicely proportioned bare legs of each other. All of them could be justly 
proud of their figures. As we chatted gaily, I felt the lovely girl on my 
right press her bare thigh gently against mine. Her bare legs felt good 
against mine. I was dying to lay my hand on her thigh, but we had our orders 
from the "pledge mistress." No hanky-panky is allowed between "pre-pledges!" 

 LETTER TWELVE 

"I Get Initiated!" 

According to Norma, the strong and obsessive emphasis upon sex extends to a 
great many of her school chums. In a meeting of their sorority, rum is 
substituted for tea, and sex is substituted for conversation. It is as if, 
once the lid is lifted upon juvenile sexuality, there is no further 
containment possible. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

We drove into Millie's carport. It was a large two-story beach-type house. 
It was built on about four lots, with a private beach. It wasn't in Santa 
Monica, but about five miles beyond. It sat all by itself. I know that 
Millie likes privacy! And I know why! 

A cute little mulatto, about eighteen, let us in. She was about 
five-foot-three with a lovely body. She was quite light colored. A really 
beautiful girl. I remember thinking, "I'll bet Millie picked her out!" She 
was most friendly. 

"Come in, girls! Everything is ready for you!" 

The living room was huge. It ran the entire length of the house. There were 
four eight foot davenports plus a half-dozen large overstuffed chairs. It 
was wall-to-wall carpeted with an extra-thick, soft material. Large sofa 
pillows were everywhere. The drapes of the picture window were closed and a 
soft red light gently bathed the room. 

An inter-room record system was softly playing some "music to make love by." 
The room itself was really a seductive masterpiece. I learned that 
Hollywood's foremost interior decorators had done it. 

We girls, and even the sophisticated "pledge mistress," were really 
delighted. 

We were the first to arrive. Jennie, the cute little maid, seated us on two 
large davenports and she and our "pledge-mistress" went to the bar at the 
far end of the room. Jennie brought drinks for us in a couple of minutes. 
Our "pledge mistress." stood up, glass in hand and gave a toast: "To you 
'pre-pledges!' I hope you all make it!" 

We all drank to that! You may believe that every one of us was hoping we'd 
make it! 

The drink, a mixed one, was served in a tall cocktail glass. I felt kinda 
big! I was the only "pre-pledge" who knew what it was! It was a Cuba Libre! 
The "pledge mistress" smiled at me as I named the drink correctly. She said, 
"Very good, Norma! That's two points for you!" 

So-o! We were being rated on a "point system!" 

Anne had lectured me that morning! She said, as she brushed my hair, 
"Sweetheart, listen! Be your very nicest to all of the actives! Do 
everything you can to please them! I'm expecting a good report on you so 
don't let me down!" I had a good start! Two points to my credit! 

In a few minutes, the door chimes sounded. Our other four "pre-pledges" had 
arrived. The active, who had driven them, entered by a rear entrance. I 
found out why, later! 

Jennie served the four recent arrivals and freshened our drinks. I noticed 
that, this time, our pledge-mistress took a shot-glass of straight rum. 

We sat, five on each davenport, facing each other and chatting a little 
self-consciously. I I looked across at the other four girls. Really, sexy! 
All wore very short skirts and either lowcut, tight blouses or tight thin 
sweaters like mine! None of them were wearing stockings! I let my eyes 
wander from one to the other. I was sure that at least two of them wore no 
bras! And! One little brunette had spread her legs slightly! I could see the 
shadow of her tuft! I was starting to feel sexy, surrounded by these nine 
young, lovely, very ready, girls! 

In about ten minutes, when we had finished our drinks, our "pledge mistress" 
said, "Come, girls!" We all followed her to the kitchen where she 
instructed, "In a couple of minutes I'll present you to ten actives to whom 
you've been 'assigned' today. They will be in a 'receiving line.' I'll line 
up you girls and you'll proceed, one by one to go before each active. You 
will each say 'Mistress! I'm your slave! I'm yours to do with as you please! 
I hope to please you in every way!' You will kneel as you say this! The 
active will then extend her palm. You will lick it five times! She will then 
say, 'You may arise, my little slave!' Then return to the kitchen and wait 
for me!" 

She made us all recite our speeches and rehearse the action. We each kneeled 
before her and licked her palm. 

She said, "Just one more thing! Strip naked! Now!" 

The rum was incredible! The only way I knew it was potent was from the 
immediate warm glow which spread from my stomach to my breasts, to my pussy! 
I learned later, that it was one of Mr. Jacobs, the producer's, imports! 

Next, as if on cue, all of our mistresses slowly took off their masks. They 
turned to each of us, their faces serious. My mistress's eyes captured mine! 
She was beautiful! Anne told me later, "You'll never forget your 
initiation-mistress! Pauline was mine!" 

As she gazed into my eyes she said, in a husky voice, "Now you may open my 
robe, little slave!" 

Keeping my eyes on hers, I very slowly, as Anne had trained me, reached over 
and opened her robe. As I had suspected, she was completely and adorably 
naked under her sheer, black robe. I sat back, my eyes still fastened on 
hers! 

She just sat and let her eyes wander over my naked body for a long minute! 

Then she said, "Touch my breasts!" I obeyed, touching her lovely full 
breasts, very gently! 

Then she said softly, "Now you may kiss my nipples! I kissed each protruding 
nipple softly and lovingly. 

"Now! You may use your tongue tip on my nipples!" I tongued her nipples, 
alternating between them. 

"Now! You may draw my nipples into your mouth!" 

I did, gently. 

I was so hot by this time that it took all my will power to keep from 
sucking her lovely, delicious breasts hungrily! But Anne had cautioned me! 
"Restrain yourself, sweetheart! Even though it isn't easy!" 

My mistress went on from there. She allowed me to tongue-bathe her and 
finally, permitted me to kneel between her lovely legs, spread them, and 
suck her off! 

Our other nine "pre-pledges" had an exrerience identical with mine. Our 
"pledgemistress" was pleased! At our next meeting, at her house on Monday, 
she said, "You girls all did fine on Saturday! I had top ratings for all of 
you!" To show her appreciation, she said, "I'm going to allow all of you to 
love me!" She let us undress her, after which we all stripped naked and 
joined her on the floor. All together we started making love to our 
"pledge-mistress!" One of us sucked tongues with her! Two girls sucked her 
breasts! A fourth girl sucked her pussy! The other six girls caressed and 
fondled her body! We switched positions frequently! We worked her over for 
about twenty minutes, being careful to keep her at the edge! Then she 
exploded! W-o-w! She really came! 

The next Saturday we had another "pre-initiation" at Millie's beach house. 
At that session, we rotated. Each "pre-pledge" was allowed to suck the 
pussies of the ten actives for a few minutes. After we sucked one, we'd 
shift to the next one! On the last girl, we'd continue till she came in our 
mouths! After both of these two Saturday "pre-initiations" I got home so hot 
I could almost scream! 

Fortunately, Anne was waiting for me. She knew what condition I'd be in 
because she had been through it! On both Saturdays Anne led me quickly to 
our room and sucked my pussy dry! 

Darling Anne! 

The next Saturday all of us "pre-pledges" got a surprise! Sitting fully 
dressed, with the ten actives, our "pledge mistress" began a very serious 
speech. 

"May I congratulate all of you lovely girls! Under severe tests you have 
shown yourselves to be worthy of Phi-Gam membership. I now pronounce you 
full-fl-edged "Phi-Gams!" 

We all gurgled delightedly! All the actives tongue-kissed each of us! and 
then we all French-kissed each other! 

The "pledge-mistress" rapped for attention. 

"Now! New sister 'Phi-Gams!' You ten girls may choose a new member and make 
love. Afterwards, you may each select one of the ten actives and make love 
again!" 

We didn't hesitate. In seconds we ten new members were partners on the 
floor. Each twosome had chosen a different activity. One couple sucked each 
other's breasts and played with each other. Two other girls were in a 
sixty-nine position. A third twosome lay one on top of the other. Two other 
girls were sucking tongues and spanking each other. I and my partner were 
taking turns sucking each other's pussy. 

Our former mistresses were also busy loving and kissing each other, sucking 
one another's breasts and playing with each other, occasionally stopping to 
watch us at our love play. 

That night, as I sat on Anne's lap in my babydoll top, I recited the day's 
activities to her. She was very pleased to see me so happy. She gurgled, 
"Oh, sweetheart! I'm so glad that you're a 'Phi-Gam!' They're wonderful 
girls! And just think. You now have thirty sisters to choose from while I 
have ten new ones!" 

Anne and I celebrated that night! We did everything we knew about from 
mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, mutual spanking and whipping, to a final 
amber shower and a magnificent sixty-nine. 

It was a thrilling night for us! 

 LETTER THIRTEEN 

"Girl-Lovers Galore" 

One definition of promiscuity is "having sexual relations with a number of 
partners on an informal or casual basis." Perhaps more than Norma's other 
letters, this one points up the utter casuality with which Norma will have 
sex with any girl "who appears willing." What is more surprising is that 
there seems to be so many willing girls. In this letter, Norma mentions the 
name of ten girls, many of whom she has "performed" with sexually. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

During the three weeks of my activities and initiation into "Phi-Gam," I 
hadn't lost interest in Lani and Pua. Not at all. I talked to them every 
night on the phone and we had our "threesome" at Lani's place every Friday. 

They were both nicely started in their classes and school activities. They 
had been having our ten eighth-grade converts come to Lani's on Monday and 
Wednesday afternoons at three-fifteen. They invited five of them on each 
day. 

Lani giggled as she told me this. 

She said, "You know, Norma, we had two little streaks of jealousy to deal 
with. These ten girls had all paired off last summer and had been going 
steady. On our first Wednesday reunion this one girl showed that she was 
very jealous of her steady girlfriend. You remember Mabel and Adele! Well, 
they went together, steady, last summer. Mabel wouldn't let Adele even look 
at another girl! On this one Monday afternoon, at my place, we had been 
dancing together. Pua finished a dance with Adele and led her to the 
davenport. Pua always went for Adele! She pulled Adele to her and they 
French-kissed. Mabel saw them Did she make a scene! She slapped Adele, and 
this burned Pua! She grabbed Mabel and threw her on the floor! 

"Pua slapped her a couple of times and then said, 'Give me a hand, a couple 
of you!' 

"We dragged Mabel into the bedroom, tied her on the bed and Pua whipped her 
real good with the wet 'cat'! 

"As she whipped her, Pua kept repeating, 'Say you're sorry, you jealous 
bitch!' 

"Mabel moaned and writhed! Don't worry! The 'cat' was making her hot! We had 
stripped her and Pua was also naked. 

"At last, Mabel pleaded, 'Oh, Pua, darling! Don't whip me any more! Let me 
love you! Please!' 

"Then Pua untied her and let herself sink into the occasional chair with her 
legs spread. Mabel crawled to her and began to suck Pua's pussy. Adele 
merely watched. That ended that little jealous tantrum! 

Another couple, Consuelo and Edith, also had to be straightened outl Edith 
was fine but Consuelo had browbeaten her till she was scared to even kiss 
another girl! 

"On Wednesday, Consuelo and Edith and three more of our ten girls were at my 
place. We were all dancing together again. I was dancing with Edith. After 
that dance we sat down in a big chair. Edith was on my lap and as we kissed 
I had slipped my hand under her dress between her legs. Edith was enjoying 
my fondling. Consuelo about blew a fuse! Pua handled that one a little 
differently. 

"She said, 'Now, now, Connie baby! Let's show then that two can play that 
game!' She pulled Connie onto the davenport and Frenchkissed her thoroughly! 
Connie struggled only for about thirty seconds. Then she surrendered! Connie 
is a hot little doll and she couldn't resist Pua's love-making. Edith and I 
watched. 

"In a minute, Pua had Connie naked on the floor. Connie was so hot she 
didn't even know anyone else was there. After it was over Connie came over 
to Edith and me and kissed us both. She said, 'I'm sorry, darlings! I'll 
never be jealous again!" 

Pua and I talked it over that night. We decided on a new-rule for this 
year's eighth-grade recruits. No going steady anymore! It spoils things 
because you can't trade around! And that's so much fun!" 

I was real proud of Pua and Lani. They were the first two girls I'd 
"brought-out!" I had taught them everything, with Anne's help and guidance. 
They were already planning their fall "recruiting project." Lani told me, 
"There are a lot of real darling eighth-graders. I've already spotted three 
little dolls!" 

I know that Lani and Pua will have a lot of new little playmates this year. 

Lani and Pua, copying the idea of our high school sorority, plan to conduct 
their activities this year with what they call their G.L.C., 
"Girls-Love-Club." All very "hush-hush," of course. They're already planning 
"rituals," robes and initiation rites, aping our sorority. 

I told Anne about Lani and Pua's continuing with the ten eighth-graders we 
"brought out" last year and about their "recruiting plans." 

She said, "That's super! I was hoping it would work out like that when you, 
Lani and Pua got your 'threesome' going last year!" 

I have three different dates with junior and senior "actives" this week. On 
Monday, after school I have a date with Thelma, at her house. On Wednesday, 
I go to Louise's house with her and on Friday, Hazel and I have a date at my 
house. Hazel's mother doesn't work so she can only bring her dates home on 
rare days when her mother is away. 

All the "new sisters" are very popular! They all have several dates with the 
"senior-sisters" this week. Anne said, "It's always like that right after 
initiation. The "senior-sisters" are all eager to sample the "fresh 
goodies!" She laughed! 

Anne wasn't dragging her feet either! She has dates with two of the very 
cutest of our "ex-pledges." We decided to double-date on Thursday at our 
house. It promises to be a "swinging" afternoon! 

Well! This week has been a "gasser!" I met Thelma right after school, on 
Monday, in the parking lot. She has a shiny, new VW Coupe! 

It darts in and out of traffic like a quarterback carrying a football! 

Of all our "mistresses," Thelma was my top choice. When she asked me for a 
date Monday I was really thrilled! Thelma just turned eighteen and is the 
type of girl you see in beauty contests! One thing for sure. She would win 
in the swimsuit competition. 

She's 5 feet 4 inches just like me. If I described her in detail you'd swear 
that I was exaggerating! I'll just say that she's a girl-lover's dream, come 
true! 

Thelma and her mother have a nice two-bedroom, modern apartment. She told me 
her mom's a stylist for teen clothes. When she mentioned her mother travels 
a lot, she gave me a mischievous glance and patted my bare thigh which my 
miniskirt doesn't cover. "I get lonesome," she said, and I snuggled close to 
her in her Volks as we drove to her apartment. It was about six blocks from 
our high school. 

The apartment was quite roomy and very nicely furnished in "mod" fashion. 
Thelma showed me all around before we relaxed in the living room. Thelma 
said, pointing to the davenport, "Squat, Norma! I'll fix us a mild 
Pepsi-vodka: do you like them?" 

"Yes! Very much! They're Anne's and my favorite," I said with enthusiasm. 

"Good!" She put on a neat LP by The Stones and went to the kitchen. 

She returned with our drinks in a couple of minutes and with a toast: "To 
you in Phi Gamma! I hope it's a fab three years for you!" We clinked glasses 
and I said, "Um-m! Good!" 

We sat and sipped and chatted for about ten minutes while listening to The 
Stones. 

Thelma glanced down at my bare things occasionally as we talked. At the end 
of the record, Thelma faced me with a lovely smile. She said, "Norma, we're 
so glad you're now a Phi Gam! You'd be conceited if I told you all the 
lovely things the senior actives said about you!" 

"Oh! Thank you, Thelma!" I was glowing. Thelma moved closer to me. Her bare 
thigh lightly touched mine. She put her palm gently on my warm, bare thigh, 
with the inviting suggestion, "Pull your skirt up a little more!" 

I pulled my skirt up above the edge of my lace panties noticing that Thelma 
almost devoured my bare legs with her eyes! 

She trembled as she complimented me. "Norma, darling! Your legs are the 
most! Just like Anne's!" She raised my bare arm to her mouth and 
feather-kissed it just below my shoulder. I shivered at the slight contact 
with her warm, soft lips. 

Then Thelma said softly, "I'd love to take your dress off, sweet! Do you 
mind?" I raised her palm to my lips and licked it a couple of times. "I'd 
love to have you take off my dress, Thelma!" 

Thelma smiled. "Then stand up and turn around, baby!" I obeyed. She unzipped 
my dress, turned me so I was facing her, reached up, and slipped my dress 
off my shoulders, down my hips, and off entirely. 

"Oh, Norma! What cute undies! I love your darling little bra and panties! 
Turn around slowly! Let me look at you, lovely baby!" 

I obeyed, turning ever so slowly to show myself off to my latest date. 

Thelma reached for my hand and gently pulled me down beside her. 

"Lovely, Norma! Simply lovely!" 

Thelma was so obviously sincere in her compliments that I glowed with 
pleasure! She was "wooing me" slowly and gently! 

She sat just looking at me lovingly for a moment until her sensuality caused 
her eyes to droop a bit. In a minute she turned and pushed her full breast 
out to me, whispering, "Unbutton my blouse, sweet!" I obeyed. My hands 
started to tremble as I unbuttoned it. She opened her blouse wide and looked 
down at her breasts partly covered by the narrow low-cut bra. I was staring 
right into her bra. Thelma took my hand and kissed it lightly. 

"Take the blouse clear off, sweet!" I did, still staring down at her 
half-exposed breasts. She smiled at me. "Do you like them, sweet?" I moaned. 

"Oh, Thelma!" It was all I could say at that moment! 

Thelma asked, "May I take off your bra, sweet?" In answer I turned my back 
to her. My breasts fairly leaped out! I looked down at them. They were 
swelling. My nipples were hard and sticking out! 

Thelma said, "Sweet! I saw you naked twice during initiation and I 
absolutely drooled! How I envied the "mistress" who had drawn you! I've been 
crazy ever since then to date you! This is wonderful for me!" 

"Oh, Thelma, dearest one!" I couldn't hold back another second! I lifted my 
mouth to hers while she kissed me, open-mouthed, and her hands gently 
fondled my breasts. 

After a long sweet kiss Thelma said, "Do you mind unsnapping my bra, sweet? 
It's getting tight on me!" 

Did I mind? Wow! I'd wanted to free her breasts ever since we sat down 
together! They were perfectly lovely! I felt the saliva start in my mouth, 
as I stared down at them. 

Thelma said, "Lay your head back and relax, sweet! Close your eyes!" 

I obeyed again. The next instant I felt it! The tip of her tongue was 
teasing first one of my nipples, then the other one! Then back to the first 
one! I began to moan softly. Then she did it! The softest, sweetest lips 
imaginable drew my right nipple into her hot, wet mouth. She tongued and 
sucked it as only a wonderful, experienced girl-lover can. She alternated. 
Sucking and tonguing both breasts equally. She sucked my breasts for a good 
five minutes. It was heaven! 

I remember thinking, "My God! If her sucking my breasts brings me to such a 
peak, how'll I stand it when she gets to my pussy?" 

Thelma slowly withdrew her mouth, letting my nipple slip out. She gazed into 
my eyes, "Oh, Norma, baby! That was so sweet! Now, you touch my breasts." 

I began to fondle her breasts while she looked down at herself. She was 
enjoying watching my hands lovingly cupping her breasts. 

Suddenly I pinched her nipples tightly, releasing the pressure in a few 
seconds. Thelma moaned with pleasure. 

"Oh, darling! Pinch them again! I loved it!" 

I did, but in a couple of minutes, Thelma pulled my head down to her swollen 
breasts. "Suck my breasts, darling! They ache for your sweet, hot lips and 
your lovely wet tongue!" Thelma fondled my breasts as I delightedly sucked 
her luscious lovelies. 

But Thelma soon pushed my head away from her breasts. 

"Oh, sweet! You've got to stop that right this second! I almost came! That's 
the quickest I ever came to the edge since my first girl-lover 'brought me 
out' four years ago!" 

Well! That was a real compliment! I gurgled, "Oh, Thelma, darling! I'm so 
happy that I please you!" 

She took me in her arms and French-kissed me long and lovingly! 

We both still had our sheer, lacy, panties on. The next time she 
tongue-kissed me, I felt her hand slip under the band of my panties so she 
could caress my naked buttocks.. 

As our long kiss ended, Thelma whispered in my ear, "Stand facing me, 
sweet!" I did, and she looked me slowly up-and-down for a few seconds ... 
then, her eyes on mine, she slowly slipped my panties down so I could easily 
step out of them. 

I heard Thelma drew in her breath. "Stand there! Pose for me, sweet!" I 
raised my arms, pushing my breasts out further, spread my legs, slightly, 
and pushed my pussy toward her face. 

Thelma gently pulled me a little closer. I was now standing directly in 
front of her. 

She whispered, "Spread your legs nice and wide, baby!" When I obeyed, she 
began teasing my clitoris with her middle fingertip. She was driving me 
crazy with sexual want! Now her finger entered my pussy! In and out! Out and 
in! It reminded me of the first time Anne played with me! 

Just in time she stopped! 

"Oh, sweet! Was that nice for you?" She pulled me down beside her and we 
Frenchkissed again. 

After that long kiss Thelma asked, "Will you take my panties off, sweet?" 
She stood up facing me, and I tremblingly slipped off her darling sheer 
panties. She pushed her pussy out to me. "Kiss it, sweet!" I kissed the tuft 
of hair with my lips, as gently as she was stroking my hair. 

In a few seconds Thelma raised me to my feet. Holding hands, facing each 
other, about a foot apart, we just stood there mute, our eyes roving over 
one another's naked bodies. "Come, sweet! It's time now," Thelma said softly 
and she led me in to the bedroom. 

We soon lay facing each other on the bed. We lovingly sucked tongues as we 
played with each other. In a couple of minutes Thelma moved around and down. 
We adjusted nicely to a lovely sixty-nine position. We sucked each other's 
wet, throbbing pussies contentedly Until we had a wonderfully satisfying 
mutual orgasm! Afterward, we lay together, again sucking tongues languidly. 
It was perfect! This time she was as nice a sex partner as I could hope for. 

Once again I had a real crush! I was hoping that Thelma would ask me for 
another date real soon. As I was getting ready to leave, she held me close 
and kissed me warmly. 

"Sweet! I wish I could date you again right soon, but it's verboten! We're 
'honor-bound' not to date a new member but once until all the senior sisters 
have dated her once. I'm sure you'll understand!" 

That night about seven-thirty Anne and I went to our room, "to do homework." 
The homework was not related to our school studies. 

Anne had dated one of the new members that same afternoon, right there in 
our room. I sat on Anne's lap in my baby-doll top, describing every single 
detail of my date with Thelma. As I told about each little intimate act, 
Anne fondled me under my baby-doll top. In turn, I fondled her gorgeous 
breasts. Every few minutes we would enjoy a long Frenchkiss. 

Then, Anne told me all the details of her date with Rita. Anne said, "Rita 
is a sweet girl! She knows how to please a girl-lover!" 

Anne, of course, had also enjoyed Thelma. She said, "Thelma is a wonderful 
lover!" As I kissed her I said, "Not nearly as wonderful as you, 
sweetheart!" 

"Oh! My sweet baby, Normie! I love you! Love you! Love you!" 

And that's just what we did! Right then! Love! Love! Love!.... 

 LETTER FOURTEEN 

"There Is Nothing Like A Girl!" 

Again, in a letter which deals totally with sex, Norma mentions a great many 
names of girls with whom she has engaged in sexual interplay. That the 
sexplay is often shared with two or three girls is not surprising. Norma 
appears to be devoid of conscious feelings of guilt over any of her sexual 
activities. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

I told you! I had two dates to look forward to! One on Wednesday with Louise 
and on Friday with Hazel. Well, we had to alter the schedule. Hazel got tied 
up for Friday and so Louise decided to invite her as a third girl on our 
date on Wednesday ... That was a swinger! 

I met Hazel and Louise in the lot about three-ten, right after school, on 
Wednesday. Hazel has a compact car, a neat little foreign job! I sat between 
them and we started toward Hazel's house. A block from school, Hazel pulled 
to the curb and stopped. She said, "Raise up, Norma!" I rose in the seat. 
Then she and Louise pulled my skirt up above my waist. 

Luckily no one was around to look in. There I sat, naked from the waist down 
except for my sheer panties, which didn't hide very much! And! That wasn't 
all! Hazel said, "Slip your panties off, Norma!" I felt kinda funny about 
doing it right there on a major street, but I obeyed. 

Only then did Hazel start the car and drive on slowly, on the right side of 
the street. As she drove, she began caressing my left inner thigh while 
Louise caressed my right thigh. Louise had spread my legs wide apart! 

This was a new experience! And I was enjoying it no end. As we stopped for a 
light there were cars all around us. That made me squirm a little. But the 
girls kept right on fingering me. Louise now had her hand between my legs. 
Hazel said, "Don't worry! Nobody can see what we're doing!" 

At the next light we stopped again, and I got another surprise! Both girls 
reached up under their skirts and slipped their panties off quickly. As we 
started again, they spread their legs, took my hands and put them between 
their legs. Louise said, "Go ahead, Norma! Play with us!" I did. I was 
getting into the spirit of it. 

It turns you on to be doing such things "right under everybody's nose!" It's 
a little like the kicks I used to get from having a five-minute date with 
Lani every day while sitting at the teacher's desk, in a vacant classroom 
and she fingered me. Anyway it was fun! 

At Hazel's house she poured us all a Pepsi. Right after we finished it, 
Hazel said, "Come, girls! Into my bedroom!" It was fairly large, about the 
size of Anne's and mine. There was one large overstuffed chair and one 
fairly large occasional chair. Hazel sat in the occasional chair, pulling me 
onto her lap as she did so. She slipped her hand under my dress just like 
Anne does. She pulled my mouth to hers and French-kissed me. Louise was 
sitting opposite, watching us. 

After a long French-kiss, Hazel drew back, amazed, saying "Wow, Louise! 
She's hotter than Anne! Come on! Help me undress our little playmate!" 

Hazel unzipped my dress and as she was slipping it off, Louise unsnapped my 
bra and took it off. I was totally naked! And Hazel was standing in front of 
me, and she said "Undress me now, Norma!" I did. Then, at her request, I 
stripped Louise. 

Then Hazel took one of my hands and Louise took the other. We took the few 
steps to the full-sized bed, and fell on it. 

I was in the middle. Both of them started to pet, kiss and play with my body 
at the same time. Hazel was French-kissing me as Louise teased one of my 
nipples with her tongue. Now they were both sucking my breasts and Hazel was 
teasing my clitoris. Then Louise moved up and sucked tongues with me. As she 
manipulated my nipples, Hazel was busy, too. She was kissing and licking me 
from my toes upward. Hazel's tongue wag now on my inner thighs. I spread my 
legs and, wow! Her long, hard, hot tongue slipped right into my pussy! While 
Hazel sucked at my pussy, Louise was sucking my breast! If you think I 
wasn't hot you're out of your mind! 

I started to quiver and Hazel withdrew her tongue just in time to keep me 
from coming. Then she and Louise changed places. Now Louise was sucking my 
pussy. Hazel was sucking my breasts. 

They kept at me, changing positions each time I started to come. They drove 
me crazy! They must have brought me to the edge and pulled me back five or 
six times. They finally took me over the cliff. 

They were both "boiling" by that time! And I was exhausted! 

After I came, Hazel got up. She sat in the big occasional chair, Ker legs 
wide-spread. Louise quickly kneeled between her legs and began sucking her 
pussy ravenously. In just a short time, three or four minutes, Hazel let out 
a stifled scream as she pulled Louise's mouth right against her gushing 
pussy. 

When Hazel finished writhing from side to side, Louise moved up beside her 
and they began French-kissing even before Hazel could catch her breath. For 
now it was Louise's turn. She sat in the big chair and Hazel did her while I 
lay on my elbow, watching. I liked it! A lot! 

Well! That was a lot different type of party than the date I'd had with 
Thelma. Hazel and Louise were both sixteen. They were juniors. Both were 
attractive girls and stacked! 

When I described the scene to Anne that night, she laughed. "They 
practically gobbled you up, didn't they, sweetheart?" 

Then she said, "I can understand why, too! I know those two are really 
sexpots. Besides. This is the first semester that they could ini tiate a 
class of new members. They just got carried away! Did you mind?" 

"Oh, not really, darling! They worked me over, but good! That made my climax 
more than satisfying! I'm still bushed!" 

"But you would like it a little more gentle and tender, wouldn't you, 
sweetheart?" I agreed, saying, "Oh, yes! I'll take one Thelma to ten like 
Hazel and Louise!" 

Anne laughed. "I'm with you, baby! But you're going to find a lot of 
different types of lovers among the 'sisters!' One thing you can depend on! 
They won't leave you hanging!" 

The next morning, between first and second periods, I saw another sorority 
sister, Aida, in the hall. We stopped to talk a minute and Aida asked me to 
have lunch with her. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria that noon. 

I got there first and spotted an empty table for two. I saw Aida come in and 
I waved to her. She came over, smiling. We put our books on the table to 
"reserve it," and went through the food line. 

Aida was a cute little brunette. She reminded me of Lani. Petite, and with 
the same type of extra-full breasts. She was just over sixteen. She was a 
junior. I was attracted to her right off the bat. 

As we ate and gabbed Aida said, "Norma, I'd love to have a date with you. 
When will you have a free afternoon?" 

I told her of my cancelled date that very afternoon. 

I said, "We can date this afternoon if you'd like to. I hope you can!" 

Aida glowed! "Oh, wonderful, Norma! Lucky me!" I laughed after she said it. 

When I asked her if she'd like to take me on a "double date" at our house. 
She said, "That would be fab, darling! I love foursomes!" She smiled 
mischievously and added, "Especially if one of the four girls is Anne!" 
So-o! It was set! 

After school I met Aida and she drove me to our house. She had just gotten 
her drivers' license and her dad had bought her a little used Volvo. It was 
newly painted and ran nicely. 

Anne and her date were already there when we arrived. They had gotten out of 
school earlier. Anne's date was Carmen, a little doll! I think she was the 
youngest initiate! She was fourteen. She looked like a well-developed 
seventh grader. Betty Lou, a senior sister, was her sponsor. 

Anne went to fix us a drink. I put on an LP by a new group, "The trained 
fleas." It was real crazy they were doing a jazz-rock arrangement of 
'Rigoletto.' 

Anne brought our drinks and joined us on the davenport. We chattered about 
school, our sorority, and this and that. Aida had her arm around my 
shoulder. Anne was holding Carmen's hand. During a lull in the chatter, Anne 
pulled Carmen to her and kissed her, lightly at first. Then they were 
French-kissing. I looked at Aida and our mouths came together. We kissed; a 
long French-kiss. I felt Aida's hand on my breast. She was sweet. Her lips 
were soft and her tongue was laving mine with a pleasant rhythm that was 
arousing. 

As our mouths parted, Aida whispered, "That was so-o nice Norma, darling!" I 
hugged her for saying that! I loved to hear it! 

In a couple of minutes Anne said, "Gome on! Let's go upstairs! Carmen and I 
are ready!" She hugged Carmen as they both walked. 

Upstairs, Anne had an idea. She said, "Let's each of us undress, one at a 
time and, pose a little, while the rest of us watch. It'll be a mini-floor 
show! She laughed. "Norma! You go first!" 

Anne pulled Carmen onto her lap in one big chair. Aida sat in the occasional 
chair. 

I started to slowly undress in the center of the room. I slipped my dress 
off, then made a full turn, slowly, to let all three of them have a good 
view of me in my bra and panties. Next I removed my bra. I raised my arms 
and pushed my breasts out toward them. I watched Aida and Carmen. They were 
leaning forward, eagerly. Anne was smiling her "naughty smile." She told me 
that night, "I love to watch you show off in front of the other girls. I'm 
real proud of you!" 

I took my time rolling my panties down. At first, I moved them down just 
enough to reveal most of my buttocks and the edge of my tuft. I turned very 
slowly, "flirting" with them, then I began to ease my panties clear down 
until I could step out of them. Then I was naked and I slowly turned my body 
so they could see everything I heard a hissing sound s Aida gasped. That 
pleased me. I knew then, that I had her turned-on! 

Next, I moved slowly toward Anne and Carmen. About two feet in front of them 
I lid the same "finale" I use in my "Postures and Poses" routine. I spread 
my legs, slightly, and pushed my pussy right out toward them! Carmen moaned 
and lifted her mouth to Anne's! I saw Anne's tongue slip between Carmen's 
parted, begging lips! I finished turning in front of Aida. She pulled my 
naked body into her arms, lowered her mouth, and passionately drew one of my 
nipples into her hot sweet mouth. 

Then, it was Carmen's turn. She was sweet-and shy. She told me later, "That 
was the first foursome I've ever been on. I have never been naked before, in 
front of anyone but Brunhilde." Brunhilde, a senior-sister, had 
"brought-out" Carmen last summer, just a month before school opened. Anne 
was the only other girl, except for Brunhilde, that Carmen had dated! She 
said, "I love Brunhilde but Anne was wonderful! Now, Brunhilde wants me to 
enjoy her 'sisters!' Every single one of them. I'm kinda thrilled, looking 
forward to future dates!" She was real sweet! 

Carmen shyly unbuttoned the tight sweater she was wearing and took it off. 
She looked down self-consciously at her breasts. They were about to bust out 
of her low-cut narrow bra! Then she unzipped her miniskirt and it dropped to 
the floor. She turned slowly. She was lovely! Shapely legs, tapering thighs, 
and pert little rounded buttocks. Then Carmen unsnapped her bra and freed 
her two lovely, full breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding. She was 
plenty hot! Anne had been tongue-kissing her and teasing her nipples through 
her bra. Carmen was getting over her self-consciousness a little bit. After 
she made a slow complete turn, she leaned forward, first toward Aida and me, 
and then toward Anne. I'd love to have had a photo of her as she "showed 
off" her lovely breasts. 

Next, Carmen slipped her cute little panties off. She stood naked before us 
and I could see that she was trembling. She blushed as she turned to give us 
a full view of her lovely naked body. Then she ran to Anne, scooted up on 
her lap, and buried her head on Anne's shoulder. 

Aida was next. We all enjoyed watching as she slowly stripped naked and did 
some teasing poses for us. I was excited. In a very few minutes I knew I 
would feel her lovely naked body next to mine. That made me more excited. It 
always affects me when I look at a lovely girl who I know is going to "take 
me," and I actually started to drool! I'm not jivin! The saliva started 
pouring into my mouth! 

After Aida did her "final pose," she came over so I could pull her onto my 
lap. "You're beautiful Aida! Just beautiful!" I told her. She smiled, glad 
that she had pleased me, and moved her mouth to mine. 

Anne was the only one left who was still dressed. Now it was her turn to get 
up and make it unanimous. 

Anne has done a striptease for me dozens of times but I always get a thrill 
watching her. She has little individual gestures and movements that would 
even turn-on a saint! Carmen's eyes glowed as she followed Anne's every 
gesture and movement! Course, I'm prejudiced! But! I don't think there's 
another girl in the world who can top Anne! She's the greatest! Period! End 
of report! 

Anne finished undressing and walked over to Carmen. She took Carmen's hand 
and led her to the bed, not saying word one. Then Aida got up, took my hand, 
and led me to the same bed. Anne and Carmen had left room for us in front. 

Conversation would have been out of place. Anne was loving Carmen. Aida was 
loving me. The only sounds were an occasional sharp indrawn breath and 
subdued little moans of pleasure. 

We lay and loved each other for ten minutes or more. We kissed, licked, 
caressed and fondled until all four of us were "ready!" Then we formed a 
daisy-chain. Anne told Carmen what to do because it was something new for 
her. 

Anne was sucking Carmen's pussy, Carmen was sucking Aida's, Aida was sucking 
mine and I was sucking Anne's. In about five minutes, Anne raised her head 
and said, "Let's switch!" We all moved to the next girl in the chain. Carmen 
was a little confused on the first switch, but she learned fast. The second 
time she moved into the new position like she'd been daisy-chaining for 
years. 

As usual, I enjoyed every second of it, but the nicest part for me was 
sucking Carmen and Aida and being licked and sucked in turn by them. I don't 
mean to put Anne down! Our turns on each other were wonderful, too, as they 
always will be! 

We completed the cycle. Each girl ended with her original partner. We had a 
super "group-climax!" Perfect timing! It was fab-fab-fabulous! 

Carmen told me the next day. "It was the most wonderful time I've ever had! 
I just love all three of you!" 

The next day was Friday. Lani and Pua had reserved Friday afternoon for our 
"threesome." I got there about three-fifteen after hitching a ride with 
Aida. 

It was really good to be with Lani and Pua again! We were all thrilled, and 
had a lot to tell! I told them about my parties during the week and they 
wanted me to go into all the details. Pua gushed, "Oh, Norma! We're so glad 
for you! The sorority must be wonderful!" I said, "It's not half as great as 
our little private 'threesome'!" That thrilled them and they both kissed me 
right on the lips! 

"Oh, Norma! We just love you!" I like them, too. I suppose it's because 
they're the first girls I ever made out with, but I have a very tender 
feeling for each of them, second only to Anne! 

We had a loving party together in the bedroom! It was just like our 
"threesomes" last semester! Just wonderful! 

Afterward, in the living room, Pua started asking me more about my dates 
with Pam and Sylvia. She and Lani were real "intrigued." They had been 
discussing it, and they both thought it would be "fab" to have a date with 
an older, real sophisticated girl. 

I said, "I'll call Pam and maybe we can arrange a party for next Saturday!" 
They were thrilled! 

"Oh, gee, Norma!" Pua said, "We sure hope you can fix it!" 

It was five-thirty. I had to hike! Lani, Pua and I each kissed fondly and I 
started for home. 

 LETTER FIFTEEN 

"Sorority Sexplosion!" 

Norma is utterly thrilled when an older girl or woman pays any attention to 
her. The slightest show of interest or affection is enough for Norma to do 
anything that is asked of her. This was the case with her sister right from 
the start. Anne led, and Norma followed along much like a little puppy. 
Whether it is Anne's inordinate fear that, if she doesn't please older girls 
or women they will leave her, which compels her to meet every demand placed 
upon her by elders cannot be precisely determined. Certainly, however, it is 
apparent that Norma has little ego strength of her own, and seeks strength 
in those who are older. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

As Anne told me, "You'll really be popular the next few weeks! A lot of the 
'senior sisters' have their eyes on you! You'll have a lot of nice dates!" 

About ten o'clock the next morning, on Saturday, Anne got a phone call from 
Pearl. She is a "junior sister." They talked for a while and then Anne 
called to me "Norma, come here! Pearl wants to talk to you!" 

I hurried to the phone! Pearl sounded real nice! She asked me for a date and 
when I said, "I'm not busy Monday afternoon," she said. "Oh, great! Anne 
told me that you enjoy 'threesomes,' is that right?" 

"They're my favorite, Pearl!" I told her. 

"Wonderful! Because Audrey, one of my 'pets,' would love to get acquainted, 
too! She's dying to 'party' with you!" I was thrilled! 

We arranged the date for Monday, after school. Anne invited Pearl and Audrey 
to make it at our house and they gladly accepted. 

Anne said, "You'll enjoy them a lot! They're both real nice! They're two of 
my favorite 'junior-sisters.' I still remember the first dates I had with 
them, during 'pledge week' last fall!" 

Anne was right! Monday afternoon went perfectly! Pearl and Audrey were 
super! Wonderful lovers! 

At our house I served Pepsi's and I sat between them on the davenport. Pearl 
giggled! "I hear that Anne has you trained in a little ritual when you come 
home from school!" So-o! Anne had been blabbing to her sisters! Pearl asked, 
"Would you do it for us?" 

She smiled mischievously! I knew what she meant! I stood right in front of 
them, reached under my "mini" and slipped my panties off! I handed them to 
Pearl. She said, "That's a sweet girl!" She playfully pulled me down between 
her and Audrey again. She raised my panties to her mouth and kissed them. 
"Such darling little panties!" Then she pulled me to her and French-kissed 
me. She slipped her hand under my skirt. 

Then Audrey French-kissed me. While Audrey was kissing me, Pearl pulled my 
skirt way up. She was caressing my inner thighs. Higher and higher her 
fingers moved! I spread my legs, and felt her fingertips on my throbbing 
clitoris. Audrey "drew-out" our French kiss! Now she was unbuttoning my 
blouse. 

When Audrey ended our kiss, all three of us were about ready! 

I said, "Shall we go upstairs?" I didn't have to urge them one bit! Once 
upstairs, the girls finished undressing me, and I undressed them in turn. 
Hand in hand we silently moved onto the bed. They put me in the middle and 
both started loving me. 

They were doing everything to me! It's wonderful to have two beautiful naked 
girls "work" on you at the same time! I just lay back and enjoyed it as they 
brought me to a luscious climax. When I came, Pearl was sucking my pussy and 
Audrey was sucking my breast! Wow! 

In a few minutes Pearl said, "Norma, do you like to watch?" 

"Oh! I love to watch!" I answered. 

Peal said, "Well, here's your chance!" She raised Audrey up and they moved 
to the big chair. Pearl sat down, spread her legs wide, and Audrey kneeled 
in front of her. I got up and sat in the occasional where I could see 
everything! 

Audrey sucked Pearl off and then they switched positions and Pearl did 
Audrey. I got hot again watching them! Before it was over I was sitting 
there playing with myself. 

Well! That was a "threesome" all right, but not what I had expected! I 
thought we would form a daisy-chain! When I told Anne this, she said, "Well, 
Normie, you're learning some things! Some girls just don't dig a daisychain! 
They enjoy it more when they concentrate on one girl! And! Both Pearl and 
Audrey prefer to do it, using a chair! They like to watch their lovers kneel 
between their legs!" 

That I could understand. I, too, enjoy doing it that way! But, I told Anne, 
"I like it all the different ways! Anne laughed, "My little nympho! You're 
ready anytime! For anything! In any position!" I guess that's about right! 

I phoned Pam that night. Luckily, she was home for once. She seemed very 
glad to hear my voice! I loved her husky seductive voice. 

She knew about Lani, Pam and me! I told her they were after me to get them a 
date with a couple of her girl friends. Pam was interested right off! 

She said, "Norma, darling! I just know they're two little baby-dolls! You 
tell them I'll get them blind dates! Let's arrange it for next Saturday 
morning at ten-thirty! O.K.?" 

I called Lani and told her about the party next Saturday. I talked to Pua 
also. They were both delighted! Lani said, "Golly! I hope they like us!" 

I told Pua, "Pam will be your date! She'll give you what you've been 
drooling for!" 

Pua said, "Wonderful! I wish it were tonight!" 

Lani told me that after our phone call Pua got so excited thinking of Pam 
giving her a severe whipping that she made Lani whip her hard with the wet 
"cat" that very night! 

I was "dated" after school on Wednesday, by Betty and Jo-Anne. Anne said, "A 
lot of the sorority sisters who 'go together' quite a lot like to date the 
'new sisters' together. That way they can all enjoy the new 'goodies' 
sooner!" 

It was more than all right with me! It's a real ball to have two girls love 
you at the same time! 

We three walked to Betty's house after school that day. Betty is a couple of 
months over seventeen. Jo is almost seventeen. They're both seniors. We got 
acquainted as we walked to Betty's place, about four blocks from school. It 
was a two-bedroom house with a real nice front yard. We went inside and I 
asked Betty, "May I use your bathroom, Betty?" 

"Of course, darling! This way! "She opened .the bathroom door and came right 
in with me. She stood looking at me while I pulled my skirt up and took down 
my panties. Betty's eyes glowed! "Sit down, baby! Let me do it!" 

I pulled my skirt above my waist and sat on the toilet seat. Betty kneeled 
in front of me. She slipped her fingers under the band of my panties and 
took them off entirely. As I started to pee, Betty, still kneeling, put her 
hand between my legs. "Go ahead, baby!" she said. "Pee right in my hand!" 

At this moment Jo-Anne walked in. She leaned over and French-kissed me while 
I continued peeing in Betty's hand. 

Betty wiped my pussy as Jo-Anne watched. Then I got up, and Jo and Betty 
took turns peeing in each other's hands. They Frenchkissed me while they 
were performing this very intimate little "love-ritual." 

Well! That broke the ice! We went to the living room and plopped down on the 
davenport, with me in the middle. None of us had our panties on! Betty 
turned to me, "Did you like that little 'intimacy,' darling?" I said, "I 
loved it! Anne and I like to do that!" 

Jo-Anne said, "So-o! We might know that Anne's little sister has learned to 
play a few of our little "fun-games!" We all laughed! They both kissed my 
mouth. 

They started caressing and fondling me. JoAnne opened my blouse and took off 
my bra. "Look at those appetizing breasts, Betty! Why, they're as nice as 
Anne's!" She lowered her head and drew one of my nipples into her mouth. 
Betty wasn't slow! Now she was sucking my other breast. Jo-Anne was 
spreading my legs. In a couple of minutes Jo-Anne said, "Stand up, Norma, 
darling!" 

I stood before her while she reached back and unzipped my skirt. It dropped 
to the floor. I stood naked under their admiring eyes. 

"Beautiful! Perfect! So-o nice!" Their enthusiastic compliments showered me! 

They both stood up. Betty said, "Sit down, darling! Let's get out of these 
concealing clothes!" 

They French-kissed, their bodies pressed tightly together. They were 
unzipping each other's dresses in back. In seconds, they were naked and 
still in a long French kiss. I could hardly wait to touch those enticing 
naked girls! 

They ended their kiss and sat down by me. Betty cupped my breasts as she 
asked, "Norma! Do you like spanking?" That hit me in a weak spot! 

"I love it, Betty!" 

Betty laughed, "Don't we all?" 

She went to her bedroom and returned with three ping-pong paddles. She threw 
three sofa cushions on the floor and lay down. Her legs were spread. 

"Come, darling!" I almost leaped to her! My mouth was between her legs in 
seconds! I felt Jo-Anne's head between my legs. She had positioned herself 
so that her pussy was easily available to Betty's tongue. We were in a "love 
triangle!" 

We quickly found each other! Jo began spanking me with a paddle. It was my 
cue! I spanked Betty while Betty spanked Jo. 

In a few minutes we shifted. It was a routine I enjoyed! A lot! Just like 
Lani, Pua, and me! 

We had a lovely, satisfying, mutual climax! It was real good! 

We showered together. That was fun, too! Two lovely naked "sisters" sharing 
the shower with me! 

Betty apologized. "I'm really sorry we don't have more time, but Mom will be 
home any minute! I'd like at least two more 'trips'!" She laughed before 
saying. "That was almost a 'quickie'!" 

Quickie or not, it was super! That's one nice thing about a sex session with 
hip girls! You don't have to waste time with a bunch of preliminaries. 

So-o! One more real nice date! I was enjoying my sorority membership more 
every day! 

I sat on Anne's lap, that night after dinner, and gave her all the details 
of my afternoon date. She said, "Betty and Jo-Anne are nice playmates! I've 
had lots of good times with them!" 

Anne had a date that afternoon. And, she brought her date to our house. The 
girl's name was Claudia, a cute little blonde barely fifteenyear-old. 

Anne said, "Constance brought Claudia out, but the sweet little doll needs 
more attention than Connie gives her! I'm not criticizing Connie, but she 
doesn't put much variety into her lovemaking! I taught Claudia a couple of 
different positions today and she loved it! I even amber-showered her! She 
resisted that a little but when I told her how much you and I enjoyed it, 
she was eager! I 'peed' on her first to break the ice! Then I lay down in 
the tub and she 'peed' on me. After we showered and began sucking tongues, 
she said, 'Gee, Anne! You must think I'm a real square! It's just that I 
never even heard of an amber shower before! But now, I think it's fab, a 
way-out deal!'" 

Anne told me, "If Connie doesn't 'get hip' pretty fast, she'll lose that 
little dolly! I know at least two seniors who would love to take over her 
training!" 

Anne was careful not to get me "turned on," that night because she knew 
Lani, Pua and I were "partying" at Pam's on Saturday. Anne heartily approved 
of any sessions with Pam. 

She said, "That's the type of mature girls I like to have you go with!" 

Anne continued, "So-o here's what I suggest! Go on a two-day 'fast,' and 
make Lani and Pua promise to do the same. Then all three of you will be 
extra ready by Saturday morn ing! Turn down any dates for tomorrow and 
Friday!" 

I saw the good sense of Anne's suggestion and got Lani on the phone first 
chance I had. Anne emphasized the importance of the twoday "fast" Lani and 
Pua promised to be good for two days. Pua said, "I won't even play with 
myself!" That's quite a concession for Pua to make, because she does that 
every night she doesn't have a date. 

Lani told me once, "That Pua is insatiable! After one of our heavy 
'threesomes' one Saturday, during which Pua came four times, she still made 
herself come that night with her fingers!" 

 LETTER SIXTEEN 

"Sex, Anybody?" 

Norma describes a party given for her Lesbian friends and what occurs during 
the few hours the girls meet. Again, one can sense the utter compulsion 
under which Norma, and many of her friends, are operating. For each appears 
to be concerned primarily with how they will sexually attract their friends 
and what type of sexplay they will have. Many of the girls attending the 
party do not even wear panties. It seems that all of them are ready for sex, 
and that little else interests them, other than drinks and records. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Saturday came. Anne got me ready for the party. As usual, she showered and 
perfumed me, rouged my nipples and brushed my hair real good. She dressed me 
in my "micro-mini," thin, flared skirt and my tight white sweater, that 
buttons in front. I wore no panties! And no bra! I felt naked as I walked to 
the drugstore to meet Pam. Her car was parked at the corner, and she was 
waiting for me. Pam was real hot that morning! She drove down a side street 
and parked in front of an empty building. She pulled me to her and 
French-kissed me hungrily. 

Her hand was under my skirt in short order. After a long passionate kiss, 
Pam smiled down at me, "Did I smother you, sweet baby? I just couldn't 
resist doing it! I've thought about kissing you all morning!" Always before, 
Pam was a little aloof. As if she was kinda holding back. But not that 
morning! 

As we drove to pick up Lani and Pua she asked me to please pull my skirt up 
above my waist. When I did, she caressed my thighs and put her hand between 
my legs. She said, "Baby doll, I'm awfully sorry I agreed to date your 
little girl friend Pua and get another date for you! I know I'll be jealous, 
watching another girl make love to you! But you wanted so badly for me to 
date Pua, I just couldn't refuse you!" 

I said, "Gee, Pam! I really did want you to take Pua! And please don't be 
jealous! I love you!" I kissed her hand and she patted my bare thigh. 

"I'll try, baby! I'll try! But don't you fall for Debbie! I don't trust her 
much at all. She wouldn't be above trying to take you away from me! And! 
She's a very attractive girl!" 

At Lani's, I went upstairs to find her and Pua. They were ready! And I don't 
just mean dressed! Hot and bothered too. When I opened the front car door 
for them, I made sure Pua and Lani sat in front. I pushed Pua in first, so 
she'd be next to Pam. 

Pam really has "know how!" She put all us girls at ease in no time! It 
seemed like only minutes before we pulled into Pam's driveway. 

Pam unlocked the back door so we could enter. The record player was already 
on, and Deborah and Imogene were sitting on' one davenport going through 
record albums. They got up and smiled when we entered. 

Deborah was to be my date for the party and Imogene was to be Lani's. 
Deborah resembled Pam in many ways. She was about thirtyfive. She was a 
platinum blonde with brown eyes and a gorgeous figure She had a lovely 
smile! 

Imogene Wong was a petite little Chinese doll. I had seen her in several 
films and as a guest artist on TV. She was the typical geisha-girl type. She 
was twenty-five-years-old, Pam told me, but she looked about eighteen. 

We met in the middle of the room and right after Pam introduced us, both my 
date and Lani's took us into their arms and kissed us on the mouth. 
Obviously, they were both highly pleased with us. As for Lani and me, Pam 
couldn't have chosen two nicer blind dates for us! 

We sat together on one davenport as Pam went to the bar to fix us some 
refreshments. 

Lani and Imo hit it off at once. Imo was from Honolulu, a Hawaiian-born 
Chinese. They were both delighted with each other. They were "jivin' pidgin" 
and Hawaiian gaily! 

Imo told us she was an orphan and was raised by the "Baptist-Mission Group" 
in Honolulu. She had come to live with an uncle and aunt in Los Angeles, at 
age eighteen. Her uncle owns Low Yee Tea Room. He caters to a lot of movie 
people. Imo worked as a waitress in the tea room, and caught the eye of a 
producer. After a film test, she began working in pictures. Pam told me 
later, "She's not a star, but only does bit parts so far. But she's in 
demand a lot. She earns as much as many 'so-called' stars." 

Debbie was telling me about a recent set she had designed. 

Lani and Pua were bubbling. They both looked "good enough to eat!" We had 
all agreed in advance to arrive without any undies! Everyone looked real 
sexy! I could tell that Pam was highly pleased with Pua. And! I thought 
Debbie was fab! 

Pam was the first to lift her glass in a toast "to a lovely party!" We all 
sipped our drinks. I beamed, "Oh! Pam! Delicious!" She had fixed Cuba 
Libres, my favorite. drink. Pam had made that first one kinda powerful. It 
relaxed us all. 

The jabbering died down as we all began getting better acquainted and more 
high. Debbie already had her arm around me. She lifted her glass to my lips 
for a sip, then her mouth was on mine in a languorous, delicious Frenchkiss. 
She smiled at me, lovingly. "You're very sweet, darling!" I put my arms 
around her and French-kissed her back. 

Imo and Lani were already petting each other. Pam was fondling Pau's breasts 
as they tongue-kissed. The party was getting off the ground in record time. 

In a few minutes, Debbie got up and excused herself. She went into the 
bedroom and when she came out, she had taken off her dress. She stood in the 
doorway a few seconds smiling at us. She had put on black, sheer, lace-edged 
panties with no crotch. Her black strapless bra had "nipple holes" tailored 
in it. She had combed her hair so it hung straight down. She walked slowly 
back to the davenport and stood facing me, with a knowing smile on her face. 
Softly, she asked, "You like?" 

"Um-m!" I just moaned! She sat next to me, pulling me close to her warm, 
luscious body and planting her mouth on mine. 

In a minute, Pam got up. She said, "Debbie, you look so comfortable!" 

She said, "Here, Pua, darling! Unzip me!" Pua hurried to obey. "Now! Slip my 
dress off, baby!" Pua did. Pam faced us! Do you know what she was wearing of 
all things? Spikes, nylons, and a narrow, black, garter-belt! Period! 

Imo was next. She stood and Lani slipped her dress off. What was she 
wearing? Nuttin'! Not even stockings! 

The party was getting into full swing! Debbie had unbuttoned my sweater so 
it was wide open in front. She was fondling and complimenting my swelling 
breasts. Then she took my sweater clear off! Afterwards, she unzipped my 
skirt and took that off! I was all naked! I looked around and it really 
didn't surprise me to see the other two couples embracing, also completely 
naked! 

Debbie took a look. "Hey! I'm being left behind in the homestretch!" She 
turned her back to me. I unsnapped and removed her bra. 

She said, "Now, my panties, darling!" I kneeled before her and she raised up 
slightly. I slowly slipped her panties down and off. 

Pam and Pua got up in a few minutes. Pua put our empty glasses on a tray and 
they walked slowly to the bar. Pua's head was on Pam's shoulder. They had an 
arm around each other's waist. Pam's hand was on Pua's buttocks. The picture 
of two girl lovers! They were perfect together! Just darling! At the bar, 
Pua set the tray down. Pam lowered her head so she could suck on one of 
Pua's lovely thumb-long, cream-colored nipples. She laved and sucked it for 
a few seconds. Then they French-kissed! Pua now had her long-wanted darling, 
Pam! I knew she was happy with the way things were going. 

They came back with straight shots of delicious Cuban rum. Pam said, "We're 
lucky to have this special rum. The U.S. customs won't allow any imports 
from Cuba. Syl's husband, Jack, imports it via Mexico City through a Mexican 
film producer. To avoid any possible trouble with U.S. Customs, he puts 
"phony" Mexican labels on the bottles! Syl persuaded Jack to get a case for 
me." 

It was extra-super! I had never tried premium Cuban rum before! You sure 
didn't need a mix nor chaser! But! It really had "authority!" I downed my 
drink quick. It warmed me all over! Good! 

We all had our "shot" and commented on how good it was before continuing our 
lovemaking. 

This was the scene: Pua was sucking one of Pam's breasts. Pam was caressing 
Pua's body. Imo and Lani were taking turns sucking each other's breasts and 
petting them with their hands. Debbie was caressing my inner thigh and 
sucking my breast. She whispered in my ear, "Baby! Do you mind if I play 
with you?" For an answer I spread my legs wide, took her hand, and put it 
right on my pussy. She started teasing my clitoris, moving it slowly back 
and forth with her finger. It felt good! Pam excused herself in a few 
minutes and disappeared into the bedroom. She returned with two goodies! In 
her right hand she had a nylon "cat" and in her left hand she clutched a 
leather "cat." She moved one of the chairs to face the davenport, placing it 
about six feet away. Then she approached us slowly and handed both whips to 
Imo. No one said a word and everyone caught their breaths. 

Imo took both whips in one hand and grasped Lani's hand while she sat down 
on the opposite davenport. Her eyes were fastened on Lani's. In a soft voice 
she whispered, "Stand facing me, Wahini!" Lani perked up. It was 
love-whipping time and she liked that! 

Imo started with the leather whip which was intended for severe punishment. 
She took a wide swing. Crack! Right against Lani's shapely upper thigh. Lani 
cried out. It was painful but she loved it! Crack! The other thigh! Crack! 
The first thigh again! Back and forth the whip went! Each strike of the 
leather straps left an angry red stripe. Welts started to rise on Lani's 
legs. Then Imo ordered Lani to turn around. Now her thighs in back were 
getting the love treatment. Crack! The only sounds in the room were the 
regular, rhythmic crack of a leather whip on flesh. Lani's buttocks were 
soon being lashed severely. 

After Imo had punished Lani's buttocks thoroughly, she made Lani turn and 
face her again, only kneeling this time. She reached down, picked up the 
nylon "cat" and began to whip Lani's breasts. Her breasts began to swell. 
Her nipples pushed out. An inviting target for the nylon "cat" indeed! 

Next, Imo ordered Lani to lie on her back, put her knees up, and spread her 
legs wide. Crack! Lani screamed as the "cat" slashed her open pussy. Crack! 
The "cat" landed and curled between her legs. Crack! Another bull's-eye! 
Lani screamed again! I counted as Imo lashed her twelve times between the 
legs! Lani moaned and whimpered through all of it, but we knew she was 
enjoying it. 

Now the whipping was over! Imo lay back and spread her legs wide. Lani 
crawled quickly between them and got her reward. Imo stroked her hair gently 
while Lani's eager tongue and mouth lovingly licked and sucked Imo's pussy. 
Imo began to moan and tremble! She was nearly there! Lani's tongue worked in 
and out, faster and faster! Imo stiffened and screamed as she pulled Lani's 
eager mouth closer, and pushed her pussy up while her body screamed into 
orgasm. Then she lay back in the chair completely spent and Lani slowed her 
rhythm. It was over! 

I was exhausted just from watching! I had been writhing right along with 
Lani during every punishing lash! 

Pam handed Imo and Lani a good stiff shot right after they were done. They 
both gulped the drinks appreciatively. They stood body to body, mouth to 
mouth, for the longest time! It was a lovely finale to one of the greatest, 
and certainly the most draining experiences two girl lovers can enjoy 
together! 

They came back and sat down with us on the davenport. Lani brought more 
drinks for the rest of us. We needed them! 

Debbie and I were next up. I'll just say that Debbie lashed me so thoroughly 
that I had welts for three days! I loved being whipped. What I was allowed 
to do to her afterwards was a delightful reward for me! 

After another shot to revive us, along with a few minutes rest, it was Pam 
and Pua's turn. That was really it! Pua was shaking so hard that she could 
hardly get up from the davenport! Pam told me later, "I saved Pua for last! 
I knew it would torture her to watch you and Lani being love-whipped!" 

It was a case of eager mistress and more than willing slave! I know that it 
turns Pam on to whip a girl and I can't think of anyone who loves to be 
whipped as much as Pua! Anne hit it on the button when she said, "Pua's a 
little on the masochistic side!" She added, "That's a person who enjoys 
punishment. In fact they crave it!" 

Well! After Pam whipped Pua severely and they had a terrific explosion 
together, we all went to Lani's large bedroom and collapsed, naked, on the 
two double beds. It was twothirty ... Lani set the alarm for four-thirty ... 
we all slept for two straight hours! 

We got up refreshed and had plenty of time to shower and pet a little while, 
before Lani, Pua and I left. I got home at a quarter to six. Just in time 
for a delicious steak dinner at six-thirty. 

It was quite a party! Believe me! 

 LETTER SEVENTEEN 

"Sex With Seventh-Graders" 

Perhaps it is axiomatic that after Norma has had ample sex teachings by her 
sister and other older women and girls, she would begin to emulate her 
elders. For in this letter, Norma writes about her thoughts on recruiting 
younger girls for sexual activities. That the girls Norma is thinking of 
recruiting are seventh-graders is not surprising. She would naturally turn 
to those who were younger. And she is merely following the pattern she 
learned from older Lesbian girls in her school. 

Dear Girl-Lovers: 

Lani called me yesterday morning and asked if she could come by for a while 
that afternoon. She said, "I have something to talk over with you and, if 
possible, Anne." 

I had a date with Dorothy, a "senior sister," for that afternoon, but I knew 
that Lani had something important to talk over, so I apologized to Dorothy 
and made a future date. 

I told Anne about it, too, and she said, "I'll be there! I'm curious to know 
what's bugging Lani." 

Well! Lani arrived about three-twenty. After we three fondly kissed, Anne 
went to fix us a light Pepsi-vodka. 

When Anne had served us and we were comfortable on the davenport, I said, 
"Now, Lani, darling! What's the pitch?" 

Lani began, "I have library period every day, third hour. I noticed these 
two darling seventh-graders who sat across from me. They would sit 
side-by-side for awhile, then one of them would stand beside the other and 
look over her shoulder at a book. After about five minutes the girl who was 
seated, would then go to the stacks and bring back a book. Then she would 
stand and look over the other girl's shoulder. The first thing that 
attracted my attention was that, in both cases, the girl standing would 
close her eyes, obviously breathe hard, with a sexual expression on her 
face. On the third day it happened, it suddenly hit me! "They're playing 
with each other!" Then I realized that there are a number of seventh-grade 
girls, that are mature enough to be "brought out!" 

I talked it over with Pua. She said, "It may be a good idea! We could use 
the eighth-grade girls, which we bring out this year, to look around for 
possible material for next year. 

"If this year's eighth-grade girls had a number of candidates for next year 
it would make recruiting a lot easier! This year's eighth-graders would have 
a quota of pre-pledges for next year; each of which she personally has 
'brought-out' as a seventh-grader." 

Well! Anne was positively enthusiastic! She said, "Lani! You're a genius at 
organizing! It won't surprise me to see you as president of our national 
sisterhood one day!" 

I could see the sense of it, too! It would be like a ladder! Eighth-grade 
girls recruiting seventh-graders as "pre-pledges" to the junior high club. 
Tenth-graders recruiting and "bringing out" ninth-graders, "pre-pledges" to 
the senior high school sorority. And our college alumnae sponsoring the 
whole program. Naturally! As time passes, we'll have more and more college 
graduates to encourage us and help financially! 

Anne and I enthusiastically endorsed Lani's proposal. We all agreed that it 
would require extra caution with the seventh-graders. About ten percent, as 
we estimated, would be "ready!" Most seventh-graders are thirteen years old. 
Some are twelve, almost thirteen. 

As we sat on the davenport and discussed the new recruiting program, it got 
all three of us a little excited thinking about "bringing out" twelve year 
olds! About four o'clock, Anne said, "Let's go up to our bedroom!" Lani and 
I were ready, too! We had a good hour and-a-half before the folks got home! 

First we undressed each other and each of us postured and posed a bit. Then 
we lay on the bed, sucked, tongues and breasts, and played with each other. 
Then we went to the bathroom and amber showered each other As a finale we 
lay on the rug in a fab threegirl daisy-chain. 

I love to suck Lani's pussy, any time, and she and Anne enjoy sucking each 
other, so our mutual climax was a blast! 

The next week Anne and I had a date on Saturday with Syl and Pam. We told 
them about our new idea for seventh-graders. They both approved. Pam said, 
"God, Norma, I hope you can fix it for Syl and me with some of these 
seventh-graders. It'll .be like seducing my own granddaughter, but I'll love 
it!" 

At school, the semester was well started. I like all my classes! I like 
French! Anne teased me. "No wonder you're doing well in French! You had a 
head start!" 

I'm also one of the two top pupils in my typing class. My fingers are nimble 
from my piano-playing. And I've been getting a short article in the school 
weekly newspaper once in a while. Daddy is pleased! I hope to be on the 
staff next semester! 

Instead of general gym classes, like we had in junior hi, we have a choice. 
We can take tennis, swimming or acrobatic dancing. I'm taking tennis. I 
could already play the game but hadn't had any instruction. We're learning a 
lot! I'm working on my backhand stroke at present. 

As we got busier in school, our sorority activities cooled a bit. I have 
just two date afternoons, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Once a month we have a 
get-together for the whole sorority. Millie lets us use her beach house. 
There are twenty senior sisters and ten of us junior sisters. We have our 
monthly reunions every fourth Saturday. So far, we've had only three. I'm 
looking forward to our next one, in two weeks. The first one turned out real 
great! Pam and Millie came down to chaperone our first monthly party. It 
didn't take much coaxing to persuade them to join in the activities which 
were varied and continuous. 

I don't see Lani and Pua as often, but we try to get together every 
Saturday. They have their "Club Twelve" pretty well organized. It keeps them 
busy and out of mischief! Lani and Pua are the "directresses." The ten girls 
we "brought out" last year, make a total of twelve. Hence, the name "Club 
Twelve". 

Lani told me, "Pua and I are getting some lovely new material from this 
year's eighth-grade girls! She said, "There are two extra sweet little girls 
I want you to enjoy soon!" 

Anne and I still "baby-sit" once in a while for Chinita's ladies! This year 
Chinita always "books us double" as a "sister team" We only work for Chinita 
about once a month. She said, "I could keep you busy five days a week!" But 
she doesn't want us to neglect our school activities and, anyway, we don't 
really need the loot! I found out that Chinita has quite a stable! Millie 
told me, "She has twenty girls on call. They're all young! None over 
nineteen! Most of them are school drop-outs. They are mostly from rather 
poor families." 

Lani, Pua and I had another party at Pam's last Saturday. Pam brought two 
other "studio girls." We all swapped partners during the day. Pua got what 
she craved from Pam! Stripes and welts! She was happy! 

I let Chinita read this today! 

She said, "Let's stop here! There's more than enough!" She wants me to 
continue with letters about my future activities. 

So-o! That's it for this little volume of some of my "fondest memories." 
Till the next! Au revoir! 

AFTERWORD 

Once Norma's letters were discovered by school officials, an immediate 
investigation was made. Each of the girls Norma mentioned in her letters was 
counseled extensively. Their parents were informed about this girl's sexual 
activities and were apprised as to how the school officials best felt the 
situation should be handled. 

In each case, it appeared that one underlying cause of the promiscuous sex 
activity was an almost total lack of parental supervision. Norma's parents 
both worked long hours. When her parents were home, they were either too 
busy or too exhausted to concern themselves with their offspring's needs or 
desires. This was true of several other girls. 

In most cases also, there was a noticeable lack of sex information given to 
the girls involved. The parents had ignored indications that their children 
should be apprised about sex, and the school was hampered in their attempts 
to supply sexual information by parents who felt sex education was a 
family-rather than a school concern. 

A majority of the girls counseled were genuinely concerned about their 
actions and some suffered grave embarrassment, once they were "found out." 
They immediately recognized that their actions were "unfortunate," to say 
the least, and took steps to curb their deviant sexual behavior. 
Fortunately, school officials were psychologically oriented, and the girls 
received help rather than chastisement This attitude, more than any other 
single element, was instrumental in redirecting the girl's activities into 
more acceptable channels. 

As for Norma's sister, there appears to be little one can do. The girl is a 
confirmed Lesbian and has expressed the desire both to school counselors and 
to her parents, that she never have anything whatsoever to do with men. 
Anne's older friends as well appear to be dedicated to living a life as 
Lesbians. And Lani and Pua also have verbally stated that they see no reason 
to change their sexual bent. 

Although Norma still expresses much hostility and asserts that she, too, is 
a confirmed Lesbian, her counselors have much hope for her. It is felt that 
Norma's pliability will enable her to enjoy normal teenage relationships. 
Norma is just now beginning to accept the words of the counselor assigned to 
her, and the counselor has noted of late that Norma seems to be less 
influenced by her sister and has become more of an individual as a result of 
her sessions. 

Norma is now beginning to assert her wishes and desires, and this has been 
the cause of many arguments between Norma and her older sister, who was 
accustomed to having Norma do everything she requested. Norma's rebellion 
against authority has lessened. She is receptive to the words of her 
counselor and is beginning to feel, she has stated, that her counselor seems 
to be interested in her life whereas her sister is only interested in having 
a "servant." 

Norma's counselor is convinced, that with regular sessions, Norma can have a 
happy, normal life. And that the depravity her sister led her into will 
become a mere fleeting memory and finally forgotten as Norma makes the 
uphill climb to the establishment of her own moral code. 


THE END
