The Ten Year Old Lesbian
by Peggy Jenkins


FOREWORD 

Gladys was beautiful. She was luscious, and she knew it, and so did 
everybody else. Fifteen years old and a virgin, and that was by choice, 
because Gladys was a lesbian. She would do anything with any female, 
including the girls in her school and even her own mother. In fact, it was 
her mother who introduced her to the joys of female companionship, and 
Gladys was perfectly satisfied with her way of life until she had her 
fifteenth birthday party. 

The hot-blooded brother of a lesbian acquaintance manages to crash the 
party, and although he appears to be overwhelmed at first with the mass of 
undulating female flesh that surrounds him, he quickly manages to regain his 
equilibrium and convert at least some of the girl-girls into boy-girls. And 
that includes his own two sisters, one of whom is only ten years old. 
Although the little girl is fascinated with the attentions of the other 
girls, she somehow knows that she is meant for boys. 

But the thing that changes the entire lifestyle of all the individuals 
concerned, is a beautiful girl with a problem clit. Mother and daughter find 
her fascinating and in the end, she fascinates them all. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Tomorrow she would be fifteen. She looked more like she was going to be 
nineteen or twenty, and she felt more like nineteen or twenty rather than 
only fifteen. She had packed more life in those fifteen years than a lot of 
girls did in nineteen or twenty years, and as she posed before the big 
mirror in her room, she smiled to herself. She was beautiful, and she knew 
it, and she knew that everyone else knew it, and she used that knowledge to 
it's fullest advantage. Why not? She fully realized that beauty does not 
last forever, so make what you can of it while you can. 

And Gladys had started pretty early making what she could of it. She smiled 
to herself again as she leaned forward and looked herself directly in the 
eyes in the mirror. It was time to go to bed, and this was a nightly ritual 
with her. She never did feel like going to bed, even though she would fall 
asleep almost immediately, and she prolonged it as much as she could. It 
would take her a good half hour to change from her clothes into her pajamas 
as she watched every movement she made in the mirror, and relished every one 
of the movements. Although she probably wouldn't admit it, she was more in 
love with herself than anyone else was. And that was saying a lot, because a 
lot of people were in love with her. 

She put her hands on her hips, and thrust her hips forward and twisted 
slowly and easily like a model as she surveyed her trim figure. She was 
about five foot five, and never let her weight get over one hundred and ten 
pounds, as she would prove tomorrow when she only took a small slice of her 
birthday cake, and refused seconds. The other girls that would be at the 
party would be about her own age, and they would look at her svelte figure 
with envious eyes and wonder how she did it, as they gobbled up great gobs 
of cake and washed it down with prodigious amounts of soda pop and topped it 
off with huge bites of sweet candy. 

Gladys would have liked to do the same thing, but as her eyes traveled up 
and down her luscious body in the mirror, she figured that it was worth 
giving up a few small pleasures for the even greater pleasures that could be 
attained by doing so. She put her hands around the back of her neck under 
her hair and slowly raised them upward and outward and gloried in the sight 
of the long, shiny blonde hair that floated around her head like a 
glistening halo. As she let it float loosely back down around her shoulders, 
she again reached back to take hold of the collar of her sweater at the back 
of the neck and gently ease it over her head. This was the only part that 
she didn't like, as when the sweater came over her head, she wasn't able to 
see herself in the mirror. 

But once the sweater was off, she tossed it backwards onto the bed without 
taking her eyes from the even better looking figure in the mirror. She never 
wore a bra. What for? She didn't need one. Some of the other girls did 
because all that cake and ice cream went into their tits and made them heavy 
and saggy, but all Gladys had in her tits was good old fashioned solid meat. 
She placed her hands under her breasts and pushed them up. They stuck out so 
straight and firm that they definitely didn't need any more pushing up, but 
she just like to feel the firm smoothness of the proud round globes and feel 
the exquisite thrill that ran through her body as she squeezed outward and 
finally cupped the sensitive little red nipples in the 'O' of her thumb and 
forefinger. 

She didn't linger very long on the nipples though, as the feeling that the 
little toying caused in her body made her want to go on to greater things. 
This was also a part of the nightly ritual, and actually it had become so 
much a part of the going-to-bed process, that it was what helped her to get 
to sleep. 

She slid her hands slowly and teasingly from her breasts down her rib cage 
and caressingly down her sides and belly until she reached the top of her 
skirt, and then, hooking her thumbs into the waistband, slowly slid it down 
over her hips. The feel of the soft material moving down her body was as 
exciting to her as the motion of her own hands. Or was it the sight of her 
smooth, creamy flesh coming into view that .caused the delicious sensation. 
Who knows? Who cares? By this time, her insides were churning with 
anticipation. 

She pushed the skirt down to her thighs, and then put her legs together and 
let it drop to the floor, and after she had almost unconsciously picked her 
feet out of it and kicked it to one side, she gazed at the delicious sight 
of naked flesh that was broken only by the tiny pink silk panties that did 
very little to conceal what there was left to see. But by now she was so 
anxious to see that, that she wasted not time in shoving them down her legs 
and kicking them off on top of the skirt. She had taken her shoes and socks 
off before she even started on her nightly self-orgy, so now she was 
standing in the glorious altogether, and gloriously enjoying it. 

She stood up straight at first with her hands at her sides and looked 
herself up and down. The only flaw that she could spot in that perfect body 
was the thin red mark that ran around her hips where the elastic of her 
panties had dug into her, and she knew that that would soon fade away. If 
she had her own way, she wouldn't even bother wearing panties. In fact, she 
would prefer wearing nothing at all. She couldn't understand why people were 
so uptight about covering themselves up. But then again, maybe she could 
understand it. Some people had bodies that would look better if they were 
wrapped in burlap. 

But as the big, round, blue eyes absorbed the image in the mirror, she knew 
that that wouldn't apply to her, and she slowly started to rotate again, 
keeping her eyes on the mirror all the time. She was standing sideways now, 
and to her, (and to everybody else) she looked just as good as from the 
front. When she stood up straight, her grapefruit sized breasts stuck 
proudly out from the top front of her body, and as if to balance them, her 
round, perky ass jutted out from the lower rear as if inviting a little pat. 

She had to twist her neck until it almost hurt in order to turn far enough 
to see herself from the back, and although she could get a pretty good view 
of the expanse of naked flesh from her just wide enough shoulders to her 
narrow waist and round buttocks and tantalizingly fleshy backs of her thighs 
and smooth round calves, it wasn't quite enough for her. At this point, she 
was always more interested in what lay between those deliciously round 
thighs. 

She turned completely around, taking her eyes off the mirror for the first 
time so that she could present her back to it, and locking her knees and 
keeping her legs as straight as she could, she gingerly spread her legs 
apart and bent forward as far as she could. Her supple body permitted her to 
bend almost in half so that she was able to look at herself in the mirror 
between her legs and get an excellent view of all that she possessed from 
the rear. Except for the fact that she could see her own face peeking out 
from between her legs, she might as well have been looking at another girl 
who was bending over in front of her and exposing all her goodies to 
Gladys's admiring view. 

And as Gladys reached behind her and placed one hand on each cheek of her 
ass and spread them apart, she not only got a much better view of the 
objects of her desire, but her mind was also picturing it as not being her, 
but someone else. Her own face faded from the mirror, and another, as yet 
unidentified face took it's place as she carefully studied the little 
pinkish, puckered asshole, and just below it, the open pussy with the 
tantalizing glistening pink meat inside of it. The whole thing, almost up to 
the asshole was surrounded by a thin, soft forest of silky hair that was so 
light that it appeared to be almost naked. The lips of the face that 
appeared between the legs were also glistening with wetness. 

The hole that could be seen between the fatty lips of the crack beneath the 
asshole was just as virgin as the asshole itself. As much as she flaunted 
her charms in front of the boys, and loved to tease them with a flash of 
long legs and a puff of braless breasts, Gladys was a confirmed lesbian. 

It was her own mother's fault. For her mother was a confirmed lesbian also. 
Gladys' birth was the result of the rape of her mother one night just about 
nine months more than fifteen years ago. She had been leaving her 
girlfriend's apartment around midnight after spending a particularly 
pleasant evening, when she was suddenly dragged into a dark alley by two 
men. It was too dark to see their faces, and the only thing she knew about 
them was the size of their dicks. She herself was still a virgin as far as 
men went, and to a cunt that had never had anything bigger than a female 
tongue in it, the penetrating cocks were enormous, and she fainted from the 
pain and the shock soon after the first one invaded her body. She never did 
know how many times she had been fucked, or how long it lasted. She just 
came to and found herself lying in the alley, bleeding slightly from the 
pussy, and managed to drag herself home and fall weeping into bed. 

She was too scared and confused to report it to the police or even go to a 
hospital or doctor, so she just suffered with it until her cunt felt better, 
and then tried to put it out of her mind, and resumed her normal activities. 
But it wasn't too long after that that she was reminded of it again as 
something inside her belly told her that all was not as it should be. A few 
weeks later, she was forced to go to a doctor, and that was when she found 
out that she was pregnant. 

It was the shock of her life. Her, Karen, a girl who never even wanted 
anything to do with men, was about to become a mother. And that wasn't the 
worst part of it. She didn't even know if the father was white, black or 
yellow. What would the baby look like? What would she do with a baby anyway? 
She thought of having an abortion, but she just didn't have the nerve, or 
the money. Her only comfort was in knowing that there were organizations 
that would take the baby off her hands and either raise it or put it up for 
adoption. She decided to go ahead and have the baby, and she would never 
even have to see it. Once it was out of her body, the proper people would 
take care of it. 

But it didn't quite work out that way. It happened that when she woke up 
after the delivery, a nurse that wasn't acquainted with the facts in the 
case carried the baby in to her, and though she turned her head away in 
order not to see it, she could hear the nurse's voice telling her that it 
was the most beautiful baby girl that she had ever seen. And even though she 
knew that all nurses say that to all new mothers, she couldn't resist taking 
just one little look. And that did it. It really was a beautiful baby girl, 
and in that split second, she changed her mind. She had to keep it. 

From then on, Gladys spent her life growing up among a houseful of women. In 
her earliest years, the only males she saw were deliverymen, and repairmen 
who came to fix the dishwasher or the television or something like that. 
Outside of that, she seemed to be constantly surrounded by women. Pretty 
women, just like her mother, and they were always in all stages of dress and 
undress ranging from fully clothed to nude. She never even thought about 
wondering about the lack of a father around the house, and the subject was 
never brought up. She grew up reveling in the delights of watching the 
female flesh undulating around the house. 

She sat on many a bare thigh, and rested with her head between many a bare 
tit, but it wasn't until she was about five years old that any action 
involving her took place, and by that time, it didn't seem out of place. She 
slept in a big bed with her mother, and although all her mother did was 
cuddle and caress her as any mother would her child, it wasn't unusual to 
find another woman in bed with them. And the cuddling that went on then 
between her mother and the other woman was far from the casual cuddling that 
Gladys received. 

Many a night she sat on her pillow and watched with fascination the antics 
of the two grown-up females on the bed with her. She would sit with her 
knees drawn up close to her and her chin resting on them and her arms around 
them and watch as the naked bodies maneuvered into just about every 
conceivable position. Their hands and mouths roamed all over each other's 
body, and their legs would become entangled and she would hear slurping 
noises coming from the mouth of one while soft moans came from the mouth of 
the other, and Gladys herself could feel a little indefinite feeling in her 
belly that seemed to make her want to join them. 

But somehow they just seemed to ignore her presence, until one night, a new, 
and very pretty young lady became their bed partner. Little Gladys watched 
as the girl sat back near the top of the bed next to her and pulled her 
knees up and spread them wide apart and her mother laid on her stomach 
between them with her mouth right up in the girl's crotch. At first, the 
girl paid no attention to the little girl sitting beside her, but just sat 
there looking down at her mother's gently moving head and running her 
fingers through the long soft hair. But as the slurping noises started, 
Gladys could see the girl's legs begin to twitch, and a bright smile came 
over her face as she glanced over at the little girl. 

Karen was so busy venting her passion on the pretty girl's wet, pulsating 
pussy, that she didn't notice her put her arm around little Gladys' 
shoulders and draw her close to her. All Gladys had on was a short nightgown 
that barely covered her bottom, and the way she was sitting with her knees 
drawn up, it didn't even cover that. From the way the girl was sitting next 
to her, she couldn't see the way that Gladys' little pussy was exposed, but 
the girl's hand was rubbing up and down the little bare legs and would soon 
find the bare little baby twat. And Gladys could hardly wait. 

As the action between the bigger girl's legs took on a more intensely 
passionate character, the girl hugged Gladys tighter to her, and as she 
brought her other arm over and started to rub the other little leg, Gladys 
could feel the warm puffs 'of breath in her ear. The short gaspy breaths 
were nothing new to her, as she heard them almost every night in her house, 
and very often right there on the bed, but this was the first time she 
actually felt them, and felt the trembling of the body that was emitting 
them. 

She liked it. It seemed to make the girl's hands work even more 
enthusiastically on her chubby little legs, and it wasn't long before the 
hands reached the very tops of her legs and were squeezing her on the bare 
bottom. She had had her feet and knees together, but the nice feeling in her 
belly seemed to tell her that if she opened them up like the girl had hers, 
something even nicer would happen. And when the girl noticed the little legs 
parting, something nicer happened almost immediately. 

She felt the soft fingers of the girl's hand plucking and squeezing the fat 
folds between her legs, and for the first time she looked right into the 
girl's face and gave her a great big smile. The girl tried to return the 
smile, but it looked sort of funny, as if her face was screwed up or 
something, and all of a sudden she grabbed Gladys roughly to her and started 
to kiss Gladys' little lips but her own lips were wide open and she was 
breathing heavily and groaning right into Gladys' mouth. Gladys didn't know 
of course that the girl was at that very moment passing a load of hot cream 
right into her mother's mouth, but one thing she did know, whatever was 
happening, it was perfectly alright with her. 

The girl let go of her after her passion had been released, but she had done 
something that Gladys would never forget. It was probably the actual turning 
point in her life. She had felt fingers on her little pussy before, but only 
when her mother or one of the other women was giving her a bath. Nobody had 
actually played with her before like that, and somehow she was beginning to 
understand things. It really felt good. And that must have been why her 
mother and the other ladies always played with each other. But mostly, they 
kissed each other down there, and Gladys would like to find out what it felt 
like to be kissed. 

Once her mother had found out what had happened, and how Gladys had taken 
it, the kiss wasn't long in coming. She had let her daughter view all the 
lesbian goings on purpose. She herself disliked men so much that she wanted 
to bring her little girl up that way. She couldn't stand the thought of a 
male fondling her little girl's body, and the thought of her having a dick 
stuck up her pussy or in her mouth was too much for her. But although she 
wanted to acclimate Gladys to the world of the female, she hadn't thought 
that there were enough sexual feelings in the little body to really turn her 
on and make her want to join in. Now she knew, and from now on, Gladys would 
not be just a spectator. 

When the girl left, Karen climbed in bed with her daughter. This would be 
the first night of the rest of Gladys' life, and although she was only five 
years old, she would remember it for the rest of her life. Her mother's 
educated tongue gently introduced her to the joys of sex that night, and 
although she didn't have any of the trembling and heavy breathing such as 
she had witnessed so many times in her mother and so many of her friends, 
she did have the time of her life. And to top it off, her mother let her 
have a good look at a big pussy, and what it looked like as it discharged 
the fluid that caused the trembly breath. 

She didn't know why, but for some reason, although her mother had satisfied 
the girl, the girl hadn't satisfied her mother, and Karen was still hotter 
than not when she got into bed with her daughter. After licking the baby 
twat and sending pleasant little shivers up and down her spine, Karen sat 
back on the bed just as the other girl had been sitting, and opened her legs 
the same way and told Gladys to get down between them. She did, and as she 
lay flat on her belly and looked into the big glistening wet pussy that her 
mother's fingers were holding wide open, she felt the tingly feeling going 
from her spine down into her belly and right down between her own legs into 
her own pussy. 

Her mother was overjoyed as she saw the little curly blonde head go forward 
without a word of encouragement from her. In fact she hadn't even intended 
to have the little girl do this yet, but just wanted her to get acquainted 
with it. She had wanted to go slow and easy, and she wanted to take no 
chances of scaring her off. But she had nothing to worry about. Really 
Gladys didn't know what to do, but she still had the feeling of her mother's 
tongue in her own pussy, and she figured that if she did the same thing to 
this bigger one, everything would be alright. 

As far as Karen was concerned, it was better than alright. It might not have 
been a professional job, but the little tongue licking around the inside of 
her cunt was all that her already overheated guts required. And Gladys was 
elated to find that what she was doing was causing the big legs that were 
stretched on either side of her body to quiver and jerk just like the other 
girl's legs had when her mother was doing this to her. The activity of the 
big warm thighs on each side of her face and the feel of the bed shaking as 
the big legs kicked only made her go at it with more relish, and soon she 
could hear the familiar heavy breathing coming from her mother. 

For a few minutes, Karen was on cloud nine, and she almost had to shake 
herself back to reality when she suddenly realized that it was a little 
virgin girl between her legs, and not one of her big "friends." If it had 
been one of the big ones, she would have just relaxed and emptied herself 
right into their mouth, but she realized that that may be going a little too 
far with this little first-time girl. She knew that it had taken her awhile 
to get used to the taste of girl come, so she didn't want to introduce 
Gladys to it too suddenly. 

She waited until the last second, until she was already to pop, and she 
reached down and gently pushed the little head back. Then Karen again placed 
her fingers on either side of her pussy and held it wide open, and Gladys' 
eyes grew round as she watched the creamy white fluid pour out of the meaty 
little hole and onto the bed in front of her. 

Gladys had seen the stuff leaking from between the twat lips of her mother's 
friends before, but only after they had licked each other and were looking 
for a towel or something to wipe themselves off. But she had never seen it 
actually coming out of the hole like this, and although she was very 
interested in it, she was sure that when the big girls licked each other, 
they drank this milky stuff. She wondered why her mother didn't let her 
drink it. She knew that if the big girls drank it, it must be alright, and 
Karen leaned back and sighed as the little blonde head came forward once 
more and she felt the soft tongue again licking around the inside of her 
pussy and cleaning up the mess that she had deposited in it. When the 
licking continued for a while, she knew that everything was going to be 
alright. Her daughter had joined the club. 

Gladys had gulped down many a female load after that. She hadn't minded the 
taste a bit, and before she could even shoot her own load, she had taken in 
enough come to fill her little stomach many times over. 

The face that was staring at her in the mirror from between the parted 
thighs just below the open asshole and cunt gradually refocused into her own 
again. She stood up and did a few more fancy, naked whirls before the 
mirror, and then picked up her skirt and panties from the floor and laid 
them across the bottom of the bed with her sweater. She was far from 
finished with herself, but she had no reason to hurry tonight. There was no 
school tomorrow, and she was all alone at home. Her mother had gone out, 
probably with one of her girlfriends, and she was expecting no company 
herself, so she was going to do what she usually did in a situation like 
this. 

She was going to remain naked as she went to the bathroom to relieve herself 
on the toilet, and as she washed up and as she pranced around in all her 
glory between her room and her mother's room, putting on face cream and 
doing her hair and so forth, and she was going to be slowly masturbating all 
the while. By the time she was ready for bed, she would place a big towel 
under her ass and finish the job and go to sleep. The ritual would then be 
completed. 

In another house, not too far away, another towel was being spread on 
another bed. Karen had taught her daughter a long time ago that it was 
easier to wash out a towel every day than it was to change an entire bed and 
still wind up with spots on the mattress. That first, time, when Gladys was 
five years old, was an uncontrollable accident. But it had never happened 
since then, and whenever the bed was to be used for sex, all precautions 
were taken automatically. And just as Gladys had taken her precaution before 
finger-fucking herself to sleep, Karen was taking her precaution now, even 
though it was another person's bed. 

Karen was very thorough and proficient in her business. And as Gladys had 
found out later, it was a business. Her beautiful mother was actually a call 
girl, but for women instead of men. That was how she made the money to keep 
a nice home and raise Gladys in it. But by the time that Gladys found out 
what the real story was, it didn't make any difference to her, and she was 
just about ready to join in the family business. That of course explained 
the reason why when she was five years old, her mother had eaten the girl's 
pussy, but the girl had not reciprocated. 

She had originally thought that all these women were her mother's friends, 
and she was not too far wrong at that. Her mother was so good at her job, 
that once she had taken care of a girl, she generally became a steady 
customer, and Gladys would see the same ones coming to the house all the 
time. 

The happy part of it was that Karen really liked her job. And her clients 
liked her so much that she was kept so busy that she didn't have the time to 
do anything on the side. The only one that got any free attention from her 
was her daughter, and she was really glad now that she had such a beautiful 
and willing daughter. Sometimes it was her only source of release. She might 
come home at times so hot that she was dancing on air, but instead of 
dashing up to her bedroom and relieving herself, she now had someone who was 
perfectly capable of seeing to her own urgent needs. 

As long as Karen had been in the business, she was still surprised at the 
number of supposedly upright females that were looking for services such as 
she offered. She was surprised, but she could understand it. You take a 
suburban housewife who's husband is away most of the time either attending 
meetings in different cities, or catching the early train into the city and 
the late train back, and is too pooped to pop when he gets home at night, 
and you have a potential customer. All the men are away, and all the women 
see all day is each other, and when you get a bunch of frustrated women 
together, well, something has got to happen. 

From Karen's experiences, she figured that just about every female had at 
least a little of the lesbian in her. It was a part of the female nature to 
just naturally appreciate beautiful things, and what could be more beautiful 
than a female body. Mostly, it was an innate feeling, because most women do 
really appreciate the male body, but when it isn't there, that's when the 
deeper, inner feelings begin to surface. As two lonely females get together 
over a cup of coffee in the kitchen lamenting their lack of male 
companionship, the bare legs and bulging breasts that their eyes are 
feasting on take on a new kind of significance in their minds. 

It is an established fact that more women turn to each other for their 
sexual satisfaction in the confines of suburbia than in a more open place 
like a city where men are abundant. And that was the reason that Karen 
settled in the suburbs. All she had to do was make one or two contacts, and 
she was sure that the word would get around and she could make a living 
sufficient to assure a comfortable life for both herself and her daughter. 
Word did get around, and she found herself with almost more business than 
she could handle. But she figured that it was a bit too early to bring 
Gladys in on it, so this night, she was making a house call by herself. 

She had never met this client before, but that afternoon a very pretty voice 
had called her on the phone, and nervously and hesitantly asked if she was 
the Karen who came around to the house to visit for an evening. The voice 
mentioned the name of the person who had recommended her, and Karen 
recognized the name and assured the caller that she was indeed the right 
Karen. She told the pretty voice, after she had received the address, that 
she would be over to see her about nine-thirty that evening. When she had 
hung up the phone, she silently hoped to herself that the body matched the 
voice. It seemed that some of the ugliest ones had the nicest voices, and 
although she was doing it for the money, she could really do a good job and 
enjoy it herself when she was servicing a nice looking young girl. 

And when she rang the doorbell that evening and saw the pretty young thing 
that answered it, she could hardly wait to get started. The girl was 
obviously new at this, and must have been talked into it by Karen's older 
customer, but she was also obviously game, although nervous, and seemed to 
be relieved herself at the sight of Karen. She probably didn't believe that 
Karen was as nice looking as her sponsor had described her, and the girl was 
most likely expecting some mannish old bat. But her first look at the 
pretty, widely smiling face of Karen calmed her down quite a bit. 

However, Karen was used to running into neophytes, and she had developed a 
sort of bedside manner, just like a doctor has to in order to put the 
patient at his ease. When she saw that it would be necessary to relieve 
whatever feelings of guilt the girl may have about what she was doing, Karen 
started off by acting just like any other guest that might have been invited 
to the house. She remarked about the slight chill in the night air, and said 
that a hot cup of coffee might go very well right about now. 

The girl grabbed at the straw right away. She herself realized that a little 
warming up period would help matters considerably. Although she was calmed 
by Karen's looks and demeanor, she couldn't really decide whether she wanted 
to get on with it and get this whole business over with, or linger awhile 
and warm up to it. Almost immediately after she had called, she was sorry 
she had done it, but it was too late now, and she was determined to go 
through with it. After all, she had been anxious enough in the first place. 
It was just when things came down to the nitty gritty that she had begun to 
have her misgivings. 

However, Karen noticed that the girl's hands hardly trembled at all when she 
handed her the coffee, and she figured that this wasn't going to be as bad 
as She had thought. Maybe she had succeeded in putting the girl at her ease, 
or maybe the girl had sneaked a couple of drinks to calm her down, but 
whatever the reason, Karen decided to drink her coffee a little faster than 
she had planned, and get on with it. 

Karen had sat down on the couch rather than in a chair, as she wanted to 
give the girl an opportunity to come closer to her, but the girl had sat on 
a chair off to one side, and Karen had to come out of the idea that she move 
over with her so that they could talk better and get more acquainted. The 
invitation was immediately accepted, but although the girl sat down on the 
couch, she still sat far enough away to make Karen smile to herself. The 
girl was game, but reluctant, and now it was Karen's turn to work up a 
little determination. This pretty girl was no longer a "job" to her, she 
found herself actually having a feeling for her. 

She moved her bottom slowly, and what she hoped was seductively, closer to 
the girl until she was right up against her, and putting her cup down, she 
put her arm around her shoulders and drew her even closer to her. The girl's 
body tightened a little, but she didn't resist. Why should she? This was the 
purpose of the whole thing, and she was glad that they were finally getting 
on with it. 

While Gladys was sleeping soundly, and her mother was in bed but far from 
sleeping, Paul was arguing with his sister, Helen. He wanted to know why he 
hadn't been invited to Gladys birthday party even though he was a good 
friend of hers in school. How come only the girls were invited to the party? 

CHAPTER TWO 

Actually, some of the girls didn't know that themselves. Some of them would 
have preferred having boys there, but there were some others that not only 
knew why, but were glad that there would be no boys present. But the girls 
that were in the know, were not interested in the party itself, but in the 
after-party activities that they had been assured by Gladys would take 
place. 

Helen was one of the girls that was in the know, and she was having a hard 
time keeping her brother from finding out. Paul was a year younger than 
Helen, and was just about a grade or so below her in school, but he knew 
Gladys as well as all the other boys did. She seemed to be one of the 
untouchables, but that didn't keep all the boys from admiring her. Some just 
admired her from afar, and others tried to get closer to her, but although 
she was very friendly to them, no one had been able to make any progress. 

Helen had a hard time keeping her elation to herself. It really did 
something for her to see the boys panting around Gladys' body, and knowing 
for sure that they were not going to get anywhere. She herself was not that 
much prejudiced against boys, but she was prejudiced against the way they 
thought about girls. All they were after was the body, and if you let them 
have it, it would soon become common knowledge all over the place. So and so 
is an easy piece. So and so will eat it. So and so will do this, and so and 
so will do that. It seemed as if all girls were made for was to take care of 
the most vulgar instincts that boys possessed. Helen didn't think of herself 
that way. 

But Helen did have one problem. Her brother. He was only fourteen, but he 
was all boy. He was just like the rest of the boys, except that as much as 
he would like to get hold of many of the other girls in the school, he 
didn't have the nerve yet, so he took it out on the only familiar girl that 
he knew. His sister. And the trouble was, he was able to do it, because he 
had something on his sister. It was either let him have his way, or get 
exposed. And she would just die if her mother and father found out about her 
little indiscretion. 

It seemed that Helen and Paul had a younger sister, about ten years old, and 
Paul had caught them in what would be considered a very compromising 
situation. Naturally, it all stemmed back to Helen's relationship with 
Gladys, but if Helen hadn't been as vulnerable as she was in the first 
place, Gladys' influence wouldn't have affected her as deeply. Helen was mad 
at boys, but she didn't hate them, and when she met a professional hater of 
boys, it wasn't hard to convert her into a liker, though maybe not a lover 
of girls. 

And under her mother's influence, Gladys herself had become a professional, 
and it didn't take her long to get the kind of pretty Helen looking at 
things from her viewpoint. And it didn't take her long to get Helen to share 
her bed, and it didn't take long for Helen to get to like the arrangement. 
But as much as she did like it, she still had a feeling for boys. 

But the feeling for girls that Gladys had instilled in her, transferred 
itself to the body of her younger sister, especially when she helped her to 
bathe and wash her hair. Paula, who was named after her father, who was also 
named Paul, and her brother, was also a very susceptible youngster, and went 
along with anything that her older sister had in mind. Even when she found 
out that her older sister had things in mind that she had never even thought 
about. Such as a little wrestling match on the bed after she came out of the 
bathtub. 

And that was Helen's downfall. After a particularly inflaming session in the 
bathroom, she had guided the still naked Paula into the bedroom and taken 
off her own clothes. And right in the middle of a passionate embrace on the 
bed with both girls doing things that they shouldn't even know anything 
about, Paul had to go to the bathroom and passed by the stupidly open door. 
But give him credit for one thing, he didn't let his presence be known. He 
knew that he would have scared the shit out of both of them. He simply had 
himself a good look, and passed silently by. But his insides were almost 
busting with glee. He knew that his chance would come very soon. But he had 
to decide what to do with it. How to take the best advantage of his new 
knowledge. 

When he got into the bathroom, he couldn't piss anymore. His dick was so 
hard that unless he held it down, he would have pissed all over the wall in 
back of the toilet. He thought of jerking off, as he usually did, but he 
began to think that this wasn't one of his usual jerk-off dreams, and 
something better could be made out of this. He had sneaked peeks at his 
sister's body before, since she had begun to sprout, but he had never seen 
her naked and wriggling like this. And he knew one thing for damn sure, 
Helen would never want her parents to know what was going on between her and 
her sister. As he held his hard dick down with a tight force and strained to 
take the piss he had come up there for in the first place, it dawned on him 
that no matter what his sister Paula thought about it, he was now in charge 
of the situation. 

So, while Karen was climbing into bed with her client, and Gladys was 
dreaming of a bed full of pussies after her birthday party was over 
tomorrow, Helen was only slightly reluctantly taking off her pajama bottoms 
as her brother stood by and watched her and licked his lips. The reason that 
she was only slightly reluctant, was that her eyes were glued on the big, 
long, round piece of meat that was sticking out of the opening of his pajama 
pants. 

This had become sort of a routine now, since the time several months ago 
that Paul had informed his sister that he knew about her activities. She had 
no choice but to go along with him, of course, but she found out that 
although she wasn't really in favor of this kind of attention, she didn't 
mind it all that much. That big meat stick wasn't all that bad. 

She still had the same thoughts about boys, and disliked them for the 
thoughts that they had about girls, but somehow, when she actually had a 
good taste of the boy meat, her thoughts began to soften a little. After her 
sessions with Gladys, she still preferred girls, but what was wrong with 
having a little different kind of entertainment? And her brother gave her a 
good taste of boy. 

It had hurt like hell the first time that he fucked her, but she was a big 
girl, and she soon got over it. Now he had no trouble at all getting it in, 
and the only problem was to , make sure that they were alone enough to do 
it. It wasn't easy with the parents and the little sister around all the 
time. Usually they would have their chance in the evening right about 
bedtime, when the parents were still downstairs watching television, and 
their main worry was Paula. Because although Helen still continued her 
little sessions with Paula, Paula didn't as yet know about what was going on 
between her sister and brother. 

Helen and Paula shared the same room, and Paula would often lay awake 
wondering what was taking her sister so long to come to bed. Helen always 
seemed to have the excuse that she was going to be in her brother's room for 
a little while helping him with some schoolwork that he didn't understand, 
and Paula thought that that was reasonable enough, as Helen was ahead of him 
in school and had already had the work that he was now doing, but it seemed 
to take so long, and Helen always seemed to be so pooped when she finally 
did get back to her room. 

This night, they were both in rare form. Paul could sense something 
different about his sister, and it made him all the more anxious to get down 
to business. Essentially, there was no difference in the way that Helen felt 
about what she was about to do, but she was determined to make this a good 
one in order to take his mind off of the birthday party that he had not been 
invited to. It was bad enough that he knew about her interest in her little 
sister's body, but if he ever found out that it wasn't just an isolated 
thing, that she engaged in group sex with a whole bunch of females, she had 
an idea that it would turn her brother into a terror. He'd be blackmailing 
and fucking half the girls in the school. 

Paul was sure there was something different tonight, because Helen proceeded 
to remove her pajama tops after she had taken off the pants. Usually she was 
just anxious to get it over with, and was even a bit reluctant to take her 
pants off. But he loved to feel the big round titties, and she knew it, and 
tonight she was going to give him the works. He still had his pajamas on, 
and only his hard dick was sticking out of the fly, but she stood before him 
stark naked, and just waited for him to decide what he wanted to do. He 
decided right away. 

He wasn't worrying about, or even thinking about anyone walking in on them, 
as he took off his pajamas too. When he was also naked, he put his arms 
around her and hugged her tight against him, pressing his hard-on into her 
belly as he relished the feel of the two globes of fat squashing against his 
chest. After running his hands up and down her bare back a few times, and 
squeezing the fleshy buttocks passionately, he let go of her and stepped 
back as he gently pushed her down until she was sitting on the edge of the 
bed. 

She knew what she was supposed to do next, as he stood in front of her and 
put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down slightly and she found the 
big red head of his cock right in front of her face. She took a deep breath 
and opened her mouth. The reason for the deep breath was that as of now, she 
had no idea of what his intentions were. Sometimes he just wanted her to 
suck on it as a pleasant little form of foreplay before he fucked her, but 
sometimes the foreplay got a little out of hand and he went all the way in 
her mouth. She didn't mind sucking him, but she did not like him coming in 
her mouth. However, she had no choice in the matter, and she was just 
usually relieved when he took it out and told her to lay down. 

But tonight was going to be something else. Paula would be waiting an extra 
long time for her sister to come to bed, as her sister was going to get it 
in both the mouth and the cunt. Paul took his hands from Helen's shoulders 
and placed them on her head and held it still as he pumped his hard meat in 
and out of her mouth, and Helen knew what was coming. As the hot liquid 
splashed into her mouth and he pressed his hips forward and pulled her head 
to him, she had all she could do to keep from gagging as she tried to 
swallow the juice with the head of the cock almost embedded in the entrance 
to her throat. 

She managed to do it though, and she breathed an internal sigh of relief as 
she felt the last squirting drops pour into her mouth and felt the pulsing 
dick start to relax. She figured that he was satisfied, and that it was all 
over and she could go to bed. But he had other ideas. 

When he pulled it out of her mouth, it was still as hard as a rock, and she 
sighed another little sigh, but this time it was a sigh of resignation, as 
she felt his hands leaving her head and returning to her shoulders and found 
herself being pushed backwards onto the bed. He still hadn't had enough. 
Well, she had wanted to make this a good one, and it seemed as if, like it 
or not, she was going to. And she knew that this was going to be a long one. 
He had just shot one load, and it would take him some time to shoot another 
one. 

She laid back on the bed and twisted herself around until she was lying in 
the middle of it, and pulled her knees up and spread them wide, hoping that 
he would get right down to business. He did. And this was actually the first 
time that this had happened. He had always been satisfied with either a 
piece of ass or a blow job before, and the unwanted taste of come in her 
mouth was forgotten as he got down on his knees between her legs and slipped 
the still hard meat straight at her pussy. 

Naturally, she was hot too, but the pressures surrounding them seemed to 
always take the edge off her heat so that she didn't really mind going to 
bed with a hot pussy. There was always the danger that their parents 
wouldn't care for the show they were watching and decide to turn the TV off 
early and come up to bed, and when they did, they would invariably look into 
the kids' rooms to make sure they were settled for the night. Then again, 
even Paula might decide to look in on them and see what was taking Helen so 
long, but that was the least of her worries. She knew that sooner or later, 
Paula would be let in on the deal anyway. 

Right now, she just crossed her fingers mentally as she felt the dick that 
was still wet from her mouth and his come sliding into her body. She 
couldn't understand how come it was still so hard after just getting all 
it's juice sucked out of it, but as she felt it sliding deeper into her 
vagina, she was just glad that it was. She always did like the way that it 
felt as it slowly stretched her sensitive insides, but somehow, this time it 
felt a lot better. 

As the full length of the cock penetrated her and she could feel the hair on 
his crotch mingling with the hair on her crotch, she threw her legs into the 
air and crossed them securely over his back as he stretched out full length 
on top of her. No doubt about it, they were both going to be as deeply 
involved in this fuck as they could get, and even right now they wouldn't 
have noticed if the bedroom door opened. And it did. 

Paula couldn't fall asleep and she got tired of waiting for her sister to 
come to bed, and figuring that she might be able to hurry her up a little, 
she tiptoed softly down the hall to her brother's room. The door was closed, 
as she figured it would be, and not wanting her parents downstairs to hear 
any noise so that they would know that she was still roaming around, she 
didn't bother to knock, but simply turned the knob quietly and eased the 
door open a couple of inches so that she could whisper to Helen to hurry up. 

Those couple of inches gave her a good view of the bed, and before she could 
open her mouth, she could see that it was not school work that Helen was 
helping Paul with. It was homework alright, but definitely not schoolwork. 

The foot of the bed was facing the door, and she could see Paul's feet at 
the foot of the of the bed. She could also see his bare ass planted firmly 
between the bare legs of her sister that were firmly locked around his back, 
and she could see his ass going up and down in frantic, jerky movements. She 
knew what it was all about of course, but this was the first time that she 
had seen it happening, and the little tingly feeling that started in her 
crotch as she watched the bare flesh wrestling on the bed, told her that she 
had to see more. 

And there was plenty more to see before she finally eased the door closed 
again. Helen was right about it taking him a longer time to get his rocks 
off again, and it was actually she who was to be the beneficiary of the 
extended performance. All the fucks up until now had by necessity been hop 
on, hop off affairs, and she had not been able to really get her own nuts 
off with a solid dick in her. She now knew that come hell or high water she 
was going to have a real fucking orgasm this time. It was building up 
beautifully inside of her. 

The cock, of course, was a very familiar intruder into her body by now, but 
tonight it was beginning to take on a different significance. Tonight it 
seemed longer and harder and it was imparting a thrill to her insides such 
as she had never experienced before. As the hard meat rubbed continuously 
against the tender and sensitive walls of her vagina, it sent a thrill 
radiating out from the center point between her legs all the way up through 
her body until she could actually feel a shivery sensation in her teeth, and 
the same feeling ran down the length of her legs until her toes seemed to be 
curling. 

They weren't diddling around now, they were really fucking, and even Paula 
knew that there was something extra special going on, even though she had 
never even known that they had fucked before, let alone seen them. She knew 
that this was something special as the tingly feeling traveled from her 
pussy all the way up her spine as she watched the two bodies writhing and 
kicking on the bed. She almost lost her own senses for a minute as she 
watched, but she quickly regained them as she heard the groans begin to 
escape from her sister's mouth. 

They weren't soft sleepy sounds as one might expect to hear from a kid that 
was supposed to be in bed and in the middle of dreamland, but long, throaty, 
passionate groans that might give the people downstairs cause to wonder what 
was going on upstairs. Paula eased the door closed until it clicked and 
stood back for a minute until she was satisfied that the door muffled the 
sounds sufficiently, and then went back to her room. She would really have 
something to talk to Helen about tonight when she finally came into bed. 

But as Helen felt the huge, swelled head of the dick massaging the very top 
of her vagina, she had forgotten all about going to bed, and Paula waiting 
for her. The big cockhead seemed to be massaging the inside of her throat 
itself right from the bottom, and she couldn't control the sounds that her 
throat was making. Her entire body was now out of her conscious control, and 
all that existed was that wonderful piece of meat that had invaded her body 
and taken over all of it's feelings and functions. 

Her very guts seemed to explode in a flash of glaring white heat and she saw 
little brilliant spots of light dancing speedily before her eyes as she felt 
the hot stream pouring into her insides, and it was only Paul's slightly 
more rational mind that kept the parents from hearing the ecstatic scream 
that started to escape from her mouth. Paul was grunting passionately 
himself as he felt the wonderful feeling of his liquid leaving his body and 
entering hers, but he still had enough of his wits about him-to realize as 
he heard the moan building in her throat and saw her mouth open that she was 
about to give them away. 

Not having his arms free, as they were still under her shoulders, he did the 
next best thing he could think of, and it worked wonders. He opened his 
mouth even wider than hers and sealed his lips over her yawning cavity and 
his ears echoed from the inside as she screamed silently down his throat. 

When a slightly dazed, and extremely happy Helen walked into her own 
bedroom, she was greeted by the smiling face of the little girl who was 
lying on her bed with her hands behind her head, and although she had her 
pajamas on, her knees were pulled up and spread wide apart. And except that 
her hands were at her sides and nervously fingering the blankets, that was 
just about the same position that Karen's new girl was in now. 

When they had gotten upstairs into the bedroom and had gotten undressed, 
each one was secretly immensely pleased as she looked over the other one's 
body. Karen may have been a good ten years older than this young housewife, 
but she was every bit as pretty, and the additional years had only added to 
her beauty and sophistication. Her breasts stuck out just as proudly as the 
younger girls' did, and if wasn't for the larger, redder, more experienced 
nipples that topped them off, it would be difficult to tell that they had 
had so many more years of activity. And the large, lush nipples that were 
being presented to her as Karen kneeled between her legs and thrust her 
breast into her face only reinforced the girl's newly forming opinion that 
she had done the right thing by calling Karen. 

Karen leaned over her and bent down slightly as she looked down her body to 
see that the point of her breast was zeroing in on the delicious red lips, 
and as she did so, she placed her hands on the back and top of the girl's 
head and ran her fingers soothingly through the soft silky hair. This wasn't 
Karen's normal method of breaking the ice with a new, inexperienced client, 
but in this case, she thought that it would be the best way, as when they 
had finally begun fondling each other on the couch downstairs, the girl 
seemed to take an immediate fascination with Karen's breasts. Even though 
her own breasts were every bit as nice as Karen's, the girl's hands seemed 
to be automatically drawn to them when she did get up enough courage to 
start using her own hands, and Karen figured that she might have had some 
sort of fetish about breasts. And being that she was always on the look-out 
for something to capitalize on, Karen decided that they might get along 
better if she fed that fetish. 

And Karen breathed a slight sigh of relief as she found that she had hit on 
the right formula. As the big nipple touched her lips, the girl's mouth 
opened and her lips encircled it. And it seemed that the girl was no 
neophyte when it came to sucking titties, as Karen could feel the little 
thrill passing through her whole body as the nipple was drawn into the mouth 
and she felt the tip of the tongue licking and teasing it as if it had done 
this same thing many times before. Maybe it had. After all, this girl had 
been referred to her by another woman, so maybe she had a little practice 
with the other women. Well, if so, that was all the better. 

She allowed only a short nipple-sucking session before she found the urgency 
in her own belly compelling her to get down to business. The trouble was. 
even though she was sure that the girl was hot enough to really want to 
engage in girl love now, she was afraid that she was still going to walk 
away from that house with the urgent feeling still in her belly. That was 
the trouble with an assignation of this sort. The client figured that once 
they were satisfied and the money was paid, the job was over. They didn't 
think about the feelings of the one that did the job. 

Once in awhile she would run across someone who got their kicks out of 
giving as well as receiving, but that was not very often, and usually when 
she did find someone like that, it was some old biddy that she would rather 
have not bothered with in the first place. When she had a pretty young girl 
like this one on her hands was when she would have liked some sort of 
reciprocal action, but the pretty young ones usually turned out to be 
nervous little new comers like this one, and once they had shot their load, 
and the passion had worn off, all they were anxious to do was to see their 
hired hand, or hired mouth, go out the door. 

Well, no matter how this little deal turned out in the end, Karen would be 
more or less satisfied. At least she had a delicious young girl to work on, 
and whether the girl had ideas of her own or not, at least she would be able 
to fix a good steak dinner for herself and Gladys tomorrow. And if the cool 
night air didn't help cool down her passion by the time she got home, there 
was always Gladys to crawl in bed with. She had done it before, and Gladys 
never complained. 

She eased her nipple out of the girl's mouth, and slid snakingly and 
caressingly down her body, attending to both of the girl's nipples for just 
a teasingly short time as her face wandered down along the warm bare flesh, 
and after teasing the area around her belly button, and finally giving a 
tantalizing little lick into the little hole itself with the tip of her 
tongue, she ran her chin down through the soft hairy bush until her mouth 
was in position and her lips could feel the protruding clitoris. It was then 
that she understood the girl's craving for attention. 

As she sucked the fleshy piece of meat into her mouth and tried to work the 
little knob out into the open with her tongue, she suddenly realized that it 
wasn't a lack of loving from her husband that was frustrating this girl, and 
causing her to turn to female companionship, the girl had a hooded clit, and 
she evidently didn't even know about it herself. She was probably wondering 
why she didn't feel any true passion when she was getting fucked, and 
thought that there was something actually wrong with her. 

Karen concentrated her efforts on the clit itself, and as she sucked it and 
pressed it with her lips and ran her tongue roughly all around it, she could 
feel the response in the girl's body. The feeling was there alright, but the 
girl was just too ignorant of the workings of her own body to recognize what 
her problem was. And as Karen felt the lovely soft thighs rubbing 
convulsively against the sides of her head, she wondered whether she should 
explain it to the girl. 

She knew that a doctor could fix her up right in his office in just a couple 
of minutes, as all it took was a little local anesthetic and a quick snip of 
the scissors, but the information itself would most likely deprive Karen of 
a very desirable client. Once the clit was exposed, and she was able to feel 
her husband's big meat rubbing against it, she probably wouldn't require 
Karen's services any more. And while Karen was trying to decide whether the 
money meant more to her than this nice girl's happiness, she gave the clit 
an extra hard suck and then lowered her mouth until her tongue found the 
hole that her husband's dick had not been able to satisfy. 

As she ran her tongue around the edge of it, and slowly and tantalizingly 
dipped the tip of her tongue inside of it, she could feel the remnants of 
the hymen, and although the hole was definitely big enough, she could tell 
that the girl had not had too much experience. She had probably done her 
best to satisfy her husband, but her lack of response from the act itself 
had probably turned them both off. A quick snip would probably solve the 
whole (hole) problem, but Karen decided to get on with the job and figure 
out what to do later. 

The girl herself made up her mind for her. Karen was so expert at this by 
now, that an enclosed clit didn't bother her. She alternated between 
tonguing the girl's vagina and sucking on the clit so roughly that she 
couldn't help feeling the attention even through the skin, and pretty soon 
the long slim legs were kicking in the air and the hot thighs were almost 
rubbing Karen's ears raw. It was exactly the effect that she had been trying 
for, and knowing that the girl was about to achieve what was most likely her 
first completely satisfactory orgasm, Karen pressed her lips around the 
little fuck hole and sucked as hard as she could. 

The juice flowed freely as the young body jerked and squeezed as hard as. it 
could to let out all of it's long pent up emotions, and as Karen sat up, 
still squatting on her knees between the girl's legs, she wiped her mouth 
and looked into the girl's face. To someone less knowing, it might have just 
looked blank as if in a hypnotic trance, but to Karen, it was just like an 
open book. The girl was not only satisfied, but she was hot, hot, hot, and 
she wanted more. But she didn't really know what she wanted more of. The 
experience itself was entirely new, but the feeling that it had brought on 
in her belly was far from new. She had had that urgent feeling many, many 
times, but this was the first time that it had been brought to fruition. And 
she had to have more. 

And being sure that she was correctly reading the emotions that flashed 
across the girl's face, Karen simply let herself fall slowly backwards until 
she was laying on her back, and pulling her folded legs from beneath her, 
she raised her knees and parted them and just waited to see what the girl 
would do. Actually, it didn't make that much difference, as she had already 
made up her mind that she was going to help this girl out. If necessary, she 
would accompany her to a doctor herself. It might have been just the aching 
in her own gut that was causing her to think this way, but she knew that no 
matter what happened, she would go through with it. And even while she was 
thinking, the girl was about to help her make up her mind. 

And when the girl leaned forward, even though it was a bit mechanically, 
Karen knew that she was going to invite this girl to her daughter's birthday 
party tomorrow. And when the girl, who had never even thought of doing 
anything like this before sucked the big clit into her mouth, she almost 
immediately detected something that she couldn't quite figure out. She 
tasted an unfamiliar object. A hard, round, smooth little thing, that except 
for it's size would have reminded her of the hard, smooth head of her 
husband's dick as she sucked it into her mouth. 

If it wasn't for the remaining heat in her belly she might have thought more 
about it, but right now, the load she had shot had only increased her 
passion rather than diminishing it, and although it was the first time that 
she had used her mouth on a cunt, she went at it with a passion that even 
surprised the hardened Karen. It was Karen's turn to lay back and enjoy the 
feelings that roamed through her body and turned from tackling sensations in 
her cunt to shivery sensations in her belly and chest, and into soft 
vibrations in her throat that led to the little uncontrollable moans that 
came out of her mouth. 

Karen was so used to making love that she wasn't normally given to releasing 
any kind of passionate outcries, but she had all she could do to control 
herself as this delicious piece of femininity seemed to be venting all it's 
years of frustration on her already hotter than hot cunt. She relaxed and 
tired to reorient herself as the girl remained between her legs still 
passionately licking at the last remnants of fluid that had escaped the 
sucking mouth and saturated the fat cunt lips. 

Karen knew that she would have to get this girl's cookies off again, and 
although she had been satisfied herself, she didn't mind the job at all. The 
only problem was how to go about it. She could eat her pussy again, but by 
now, that was old hat, and besides, she wanted to really do something to 
please this girl. After all, it wasn't many clients that took care of your 
own needs too, and there were not many clients that you took such a personal 
interest in that you would want to take them to see a doctor, and even 
invite them to a birthday party. But Karen's thoughts were not all centered 
on herself. As she stretched the girl out on her belly on the bed and 
kneeled between the temptingly fatty back of the quivering thighs and looked 
down at the soft, smooth, protruding round ass, she thought that this might 
be a nice birthday present to give to her daughter. 

The present was practically wrapped up now, but in order to insure it's 
delivery, she had to tie a ribbon around it to make sure it was properly 
sealed. She leaned forward and fitted her face between the fat round cheeks 
and stuck her tongue out. And though the girl didn't know what was in 
Karen's mind, the birthday package was signed, sealed and delivered as she 
felt the hot tip of the tongue circling around the perimeter of her asshole 
and gently working it's way to the center point. 

When Karen let herself into the door of her own house that night, she still 
had a smile on her face. Her insides had been taken care of, so there was no 
reason to wake up Gladys, and there was plenty of money in her purse to make 
sure that her wonderful daughter had a real good birthday party. She kind of 
wished that it was a sweet sixteen party, but then again, she was glad that 
Gladys was that big and that beautiful right now, and she still had another 
year in front of her. After all, even though Karen was still relatively 
young and pretty, she really wasn't getting any younger. She would have to 
break her daughter in pretty soon. She would be able to enjoy a 
mother-daughter act for quite a while, but she was thinking ahead to the 
time when her daughter would have to support her just as she was supporting 
her now. After all, there was no pension for a retired female's female 
prostitute. 

Karen had enough money put away so that neither she nor her daughter would 
have anything to worry about for a long time, but she had no delusions of it 
lasting forever. If she was all by herself, she would have no problems, but 
she had to think of the daughter that had become to actually be a part of 
herself. Sometimes she shivered when she thought how close she had come to 
giving that girl away, or even having it aborted. It must have been 
something bigger than her that entered her mind and told her to keep the 
baby. But whatever it was, she had never been sorry for even one second that 
she had kept it. 

Because of her own background, she had no misgivings about the way she had 
raised Gladys, but her mind was still haunted by the thought of the way that 
Gladys had been conceived. For that reason, she was overly protective. Every 
time she thought of the ordeal that she went through in the alley as the two 
men raped her, it passed through her mind that she was not going to see her 
daughter suffer the same fate. Of course there was not much she could do 
about that, as she couldn't possibly walk by her daughter's side and hold 
her hand for twenty four hours a day, but she could impart all of her own 
experiences to her and caution her about the obstacles that lay on the road 
of life ahead. 

But all these thoughts were neither here nor there right now as she tiptoed 
her way silently upstairs to her bedroom. Tomorrow was Saturday, and it was 
the big birthday party day, and all she wanted to do was to set the clock so 
that she would get up early enough to prepare for it. The guests shouldn't 
start arriving until about one in the afternoon, but for a fifteen year 
old's birthday, there would be a lot of preparations to be done. And 
especially for an all-girl party. Things would have to be pink and white and 
soft, and for when the actual party was over, the bedrooms would have to be 
made up in the most inviting way possible. But Karen knew how to do it all, 
and there was still a smile on her lips when she fell asleep thinking of the 
present that Gladys would have tomorrow. As her mind faded into darkness, 
all she could think of was that seductively hooded clit, but soon the pretty 
girl's name came to her mind. Carla. A beautiful name, and a beautiful 
birthday present for a beautiful daughter. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Morning' dawned bright and clear, and an over satisfied, and over eager 
Carla showed up at the door with a nice fresh bottle of perfume as a present 
for Gladys. Although Karen was glad to see her especially good partner of 
last night, she was a little distressed to see her this early in the 
morning. In a way, she was pleased as she had evidently made not only a 
client but a friend, but she wondered if this friend wasn't going to get to 
be a little too friendly. 

Well, only time would tell. Meanwhile, Karen invited Carla in, and told her 
to have a seat while she went upstairs to get dressed. 

She had no choice but to tell Gladys that her birthday present had arrived a 
bit earlier than expected, but she kept the best part to herself. She hadn't 
even told Carla about the little problem that separated her from a normal 
orgasm. She had decided that she was going to let her daughter break the 
news to her, and let the beautiful Carla and the beautiful Gladys become 
fast friends. It wouldn't matter to Gladys that her mother had this girl 
first, all that Gladys was interested in was the body, and the prettier the 
better, and this one was definitely about the prettiest that she would ever 
see. 

Gladys had just gotten up when Karen went upstairs, and as she sat on the 
toilet, her mother was washing up at the sink and explaining the situation 
to her. And as Gladys wiped herself, she could hardly wait to get at the 
sink to clean herself up so that she could get dressed and go downstairs to 
meet her birthday present. The thought of the problematic clit made the 
whole idea even more intriguing. She had never even heard of a closed clit, 
let alone seen one, and the way her mother described the actions that were 
necessary to cause the girl to achieve an orgasm almost made Gladys' mouth 
water. 

She managed to control her emotions when she got downstairs however, and for 
a little while it was just as if it was a conventional visit by a neighbor 
as they sat down and chatted and sipped their coffee. But there was an 
unmistakable undercurrent of emotion in the little gathering, and although 
the words were the usual words that were exchanged over a friendly morning 
coffee cup, each one knew that the other was sizing them up, as that was 
what they were doing themselves. And each one was very satisfied with what 
they saw. 

Carla was just about the same size as Gladys, but the few extra years that 
she had on her just made her a bit more voluptuous. Her curves were a little 
curvier, and her legs were a little leggier and her tits were a little 
tittier. That may not be a very good description, but it should accent the 
difference between a still developing fifteen year old girl, and a fully 
developed girl in her early twenties. But they were both young enough to 
appreciate the difference between their supple bodies and that of an older 
woman. 

That is not to say that they were beginning to discount Karen as a source of 
entertainment in their minds. Far from it. It was just the idea that youth 
attracts youth, and although in their own minds they were anxious to get at 
each other, Karen would be a very attractive and valuable asset. She was the 
one that knew what to do. She was the one who could teach them to love each 
other in the best possible way. And although Gladys was well acquainted with 
the methods of the lesbian, she knew that only her mother's years of 
experience would help her in her effort to gain control over this girl. For 
as things stood right now, even though they had so far only made some 
insignificant chit-chat over a cup of coffee, Gladys could feel something 
coming over her that told her that the forthcoming relationship between her 
and Carla was going to be something more than just sexual. 

Carla's mind was working more or less in the same direction. It wasn't 
really a conscious thought, but somehow she knew that her future 
relationship with this pretty young girl was going to go a little deeper 
than just sharing a bed with her. Carla had never thought of herself as 
being a lesbian, and in fact right up to this minute she preferred men, but 
her negative experiences with men had caused a frustration in her mind that 
had made her look in any possible direction for satisfaction. And although 
she had thoroughly enjoyed her first actual contact with another female, it 
did nothing to diminish the idea in her mind that she had been made for man. 

She had not actually had any intimate experience with the woman that had 
recommended Karen to her. She had simply sat down and poured out her 
frustrations to a friendly neighbor, and the understanding neighbor had 
simply given her a little advice, which, in her desperation she had acted 
upon. She was not sorry now that she had acted, but she was still slightly 
confused. She was a normal girl with normal feelings, and she had to somehow 
express those feelings. If she couldn't express them the way she was 
supposed to, was it wrong to gain release from another direction? This was 
what contused her. A body is a body, and it needs attention, but does it 
matter where the attention comes from? She had never before thought of 
herself as being a girl's girl, but if it made her feel good, it couldn't be 
all wrong. And her eyes roamed again over the lithe body of the young girl 
sitting across from her. 

Helen was just getting out of bed at about this time, and she was still so 
sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. She looked across at the other 
bed and saw that her sister Paula was still snoring peacefully. There was no 
reason to wake her up, so Helen just tiptoed quietly into the bathroom. As 
she passed the door to her parents bedroom, she could hear soft snores 
coming from there also. She figured that if they had anyway near the kind of 
night that she had, they would be sleeping for quite a while yet. Evidently 
Paula was still sleeping too. At least she hoped so. She had enough sex last 
night to last her for a while, and she didn't want to be alone downstairs 
with him when she finished in the toilet. 

She pulled her pants down and squatted gratefully onto the toilet seat, and 
as the pent up liquid soothingly passed out of her body and into the bowl, 
she was wondering if she could stand the upcoming night of sex with Gladys. 
The session with her brother last night had been enough, or good enough, 
depending on how you looked at it, but the session with her little sister 
that followed had been enough to make her want to yell for quite awhile. 

She had a good fuck and was pleasantly tired and would have liked to go 
right to sleep, and it had been disconcerting to say the least when she 
walked into her room and found her little sister looking at her with a 
knowing grin on her face. But when Paula told her about what she had seen, 
and how she had closed the door to muffle the outcries, Helen almost 
flipped. 

But the flipping part was due more to her bodily tiredness than anything 
else. The fact that Paula had seen her in the act with her brother didn't 
hardly ruffle her at all. She knew that it had to happen sometime, and this 
was just as good a way as any, but now it meant staying awake longer and 
talking to Paula and explaining all about it to her, and inevitably, she 
would have to get down to business with her little sister. She didn't really 
mind that, but she was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyes open, 
and she knew that this was going to take a long time. 

But as she sat on the edge of her sister's bed and started telling her how 
the relationship between her and her brother - Paul came about, her eyes 
were glued on her sister's pretty little legs as Paula slowly pushed the 
pajama bottoms from her waist all the way down to her feet, and then kicked 
her feet in the air as she tossed them off. Paula was surprised, but pleased 
to hear that her brother had known about what was going on between her and 
her sister all the while. She herself had sort of a wide-on about her 
brother for some time, but she could never figure out how to express it. 

Little Paula of course knew just about all there was to know about the 
things that happened between boys and girls, but she was shy around boys, 
and had held her secret admiration for her brother's body pent up within 
herself. Now that she had witnessed the flagrant abandon with which her big 
sister and brother used their bodies, she figured that she would no longer 
be shy. She knew that now she could get just as good a taste of the male 
body as she had gotten of her sister's body. 

She knew that she was too small to be able to do the same thing as she saw 
her sister doing, but at least from now on, the male sex organs wouldn't be 
such a distant, unsolvable mystery as they had been. She would no longer 
have to envision them in her mind and hope that she was seeing them as they 
were. Soon she would not only actually see them, but also be able to use 
them to her satisfaction. Site didn't know how she would use them to her 
satisfaction, but she was sure that she would find a way. Her big sister 
could teach her. 

And a big part of that night was spent in Helen giving Paula her 
instructions. The instructions, however, only increased the intensity of the 
feelings in her belly. She knew that she could not yet accomplish the acts 
that her sister was describing to her, and although she was looking forward 
to them and envisioning them in her mind, she was aware that she would have 
to be satisfied at least for the present with the acts that she and her 
sister could perform. And her new knowledge, coupled with the things that 
she was able to engage in, and the pictures that she could form in her mind 
of the goodies that were in store for her, made the forthcoming session with 
her sister all the more exciting. 

The sight of Paula's chubby, twitching legs, and the little fat, almost bare 
pussy lips had started to arouse the feelings inside of Helen and served to 
overcome her tiredness for at least a little while. She knew that this 
little girl would have to be taken care of before either one of them would 
be able to get any sleep, so she went directly down to the point of 
interest. 

To Helen, it seemed as if she was coming home again as she faced the little 
fat pussy lips and gently spread them apart with her fingers. After that 
session with her brother, and the unexpected satisfaction that she had 
received from it, her thinking was sort of torn apart and confused. She felt 
more comfortable in the position that she was now in, facing a familiar 
little pussy, but then again, she couldn't forget the feel of that big meat 
tickling the inside of her body. It seemed to her that she now wanted both. 

As she pressed her mouth into the hot little opening and dug around with her 
tongue trying to locate the moist meaty hole, the few hairs that tickled the 
sides of her lips reminded her that there was going to be a party after the 
birthday party, and she was trying to figure out whether this would be the 
time to introduce her little sister into another, more complete world of 
sex. Knowing Gladys rather intimately, she began to think that she could not 
bring her a more fitting birthday present than a little girl who was not 
only very pretty, but also ripe for the attentions of a bigger, prettier 
girl. 

Helen reached between her legs and wiped herself dry with a piece of toilet 
paper and as she did so, the thoughts of last night made her run her tongue 
around the inside of her mouth and teeth. She could almost still taste the 
boy come that had filled her mouth last night, and the little liquid that 
her sister was able to summon up as she penetrated the small vagina with her 
tongue and then gave her the coup de grace by sucking the hard piece of meat 
from the confines of the skin of the clit and torturing it with her lips and 
tongue until the little girl had enough. 

She stood before the sink and looked at herself in the mirror as she rubbed 
a thick, soapy lather into her face, and wondered just where the nice 
looking face that stared back at her was going. The deal with Paul last 
night had done a magnificent job of changing her mind about boys, but it had 
done nothing to change her mind about girls. She was sure now that she would 
be able to operate in either direction with equal fervor, but her mind was 
still confused. She knew that since being interested in girls first, and she 
knew that there was no way that she could lose that interest. So what now? 

The ideal situation would be to be able to have it both ways, but that could 
be a bit awkward. If the boy she was going with found out about her 
extracurricular activities, it just might turn him off, and the same could 
be said with the girl that she was having relations with. Not many girls, 
especially if they were true lesbians, would want to put their mouth to a 
cunt that had been recently fucked. But that was not an immediate problem. 
She was getting more interested now in her idea of presenting Paula to 
Gladys. 

Paula had never met Gladys, and Helen was pretty sure that when Paula heard 
how beautiful and eager Gladys was, she would be willing to go along with 
the idea, even though her interests in boys had now been aroused. She could 
always hold the prospect of having dealings with Paul's sex organs dangling 
in front of her as bait, in order to insure her compliance. And a little 
quiet loving in Paula's bed before she explained what she had in mind for 
today would go a long way toward sealing the bargain. 

Not knowing that she was going to get another similar, yet possibly more 
provocative present, Gladys decided to get on with the party, even though it 
was still several hours before it would officially start. She waited until 
her mother went into the kitchen to get the coffee pot to refill the cups, 
and then asked Carla if she would like to see the upstairs so that she would 
know where the bathroom was, and also see the way that she had fixed up her 
bedroom. 

Carla had a pretty good idea of what was coming, and she decided to go along 
with it to find out if the mother had imparted the same delicious knowledge 
to her daughter. And so it was that when Karen reentered the living room 
with the pot of hot coffee in her hand, she saw the backs of her daughter 
and Carla just disappearing around the turn at the top of the stairs. She 
didn't figure that one cup of coffee could have made Carla have to go to the 
bathroom, so she had to figure that Gladys was going to open her birthday 
present even before the party started. She poured herself another cup of 
coffee and sat down on the sofa and imagined that she would be alone for 
quite awhile. 

The three bedrooms were all in a row. The one occupied by Helen and Paula 
was first, then came Paul's, and next to it was the parent's room. He had 
been awake enough to hear his big sister get up and go to the bathroom, but 
by the time she returned, he had started to doze off again, and didn't 
reawaken until he began to hear little unidentifiable sounds coming through 
the wall from his sister's room. He lay very quietly in his bed and listened 
for noises from the other side, but couldn't hear a thing. 

The bedrooms were by no means sound-proof, but sounds didn't come easily 
through the walls. The only reason that he could detect any motion at all in 
his sister's room, was that the beds were right up against the same 
connecting wall. Thus it happened that if he lay there real quiet and held 
his breath, he could detect a slight movement of the springs of the bed in 
the next room. That in itself wouldn't have been so significant, as people 
are constantly turning over in their sleep, but when the sounds take on a 
steady, rhythmic quality, it becomes obvious that something more than just a 
normal twisting and turning is taking place. 

And his guess as to what was taking place was more or less right, as the 
rhythmic movements of the bed were being caused by the rhythmic movements of 
the bodies that were occupying it. The little girl was on the bottom and the 
big girl was on top, and as the face lips locked onto the pussy lips, the 
little girl's bottom began to pound on the bed in time to the beat of the 
bigger legs that were ecstatically mussing up the sheets. And as Paul 
listened to what he knew was the girly music going on in the next room, his 
dick began to grow until it pushed itself out from the opening in his pants. 
He knew that it was time to break in on the scene before it was all over 
with. 

As he left his own room, he paused to listen outside the door of his parents 
room for just a second, and was satisfied that there would be nothing to 
worry about from them for the time being at least. Then he quickly made his 
way to the door of his sisters' room, and putting his ear to that for a 
minute, and hearing the same sounds emanating from it, decided that it was 
worth while taking a chance and joining the little early morning party. He 
had put his dick back in his pants, but the feeling of the sensitive end of 
it rubbing against his pants as he heard the pants of the girl's mouth 
coming through the door convinced him that no matter what happened, he was 
going to help that bed squeak a little bit louder. 

Helen hadn't gotten around to explaining to Paula that she was destined to 
become a birthday present as yet, as she had become too interested in the 
little wiggling bottom that was waiting for her with open legs as she 
entered the room. So as Paul quietly opened the door and stepped inside, 
neither one of his sisters was aware of his presence, and his eyes were 
greeted by a sea of undulating flesh, as his ears were greeted by the sound 
of musical bed springs. 

He was looking straight into his baby sister's bare ass, and it seemed as if 
the familiar top of his older sister's head was growing out of the 
deliciously fat thighs just below the cheeks of the tantalizing ass. Helen's 
face was pressed so hard into the area between the legs, that her forehead 
was forcing the little cheeks apart, and although Paul could not actually 
see Paula's asshole, he knew that Helen's nose had to be dug into it. The 
sight only made his dick spring into more positive action, and he felt it 
slipping out of the opening of his pants as he approached the love bed. He 
didn't know what he was going to do with it as of this time, but he did know 
that by the time he walked away from that bed, it would no longer be 
sticking out straight. 

He couldn't decide whether to stand there and watch as they took care of 
each other, or to strike while the iron was hot. If he waited too long, they 
might not be actively interested in his attentions, although he knew that 
they had no choice but to accept them, but he figured that the whole thing 
would come off better if they were in the right mood. However, it was the 
urgency in his dick that wound up dictating his decision. It had to be now, 
and as he walked around to the side of the bed and watched the bare asses 
twitching, it took him only a second to decide what he was going to do. 

It meant the removal of Paula's face from the love crotch, but she would be 
able to lay there and look directly up into the cunt that she had been 
eating as he rammed the hard meat into it. This was to be Paula's baptism of 
fire, and she was going to get it from as close as she possibly could. And 
as she saw Paul crawling up onto the bed behind the big ass that she had 
been tasting, and saw the long rod that was heading right for it, she knew 
that she was not only about to see a good fuck from only an eyeball's length 
away, but she may even taste the results of it. The vagina that she had 
lubricated with the saliva from her mouth was directly over her own mouth 
right now, and she watched gleefully as she saw the big red head pushing 
it's way into it. 

Helen hadn't noticed Paul's presence in the room, but she definitely knew 
that he was there now, and as she felt the long rod entering her body, she 
also definitely approved of his presence. She stuck her ass further up into 
the air in order to afford him better access, and almost forgot about the 
little body that was under her as her already hot pussy felt the hard meat 
sliding deliciously into it. And Paula's staring eyes were hardly an 
eyeball's length away from the action as she got not only her first look at 
a cock, but actually only a partial look as it rapidly disappeared into the 
girl hole that her mouth had prepared for it. 

Even Paul forgot that there was a little girl laying underneath them as he 
pushed his dick into the open, wet hole and felt the wonderful girl meat 
engulfing his big sensitive boy meat. And Paula was fascinated as she saw 
the hard shaft bury it's entire length in the hole until the dangling balls 
were directly over her face. And as she watched the meaty eggs swing back 
and forth above her as Paul's hips gained momentum and shoved the big meat 
in and out of the sucking hole, she could feel that the action on her other 
end had only improved the action that Helen had been performing with her 
mouth. 

Helen had released the little pussy only long enough to realize what was 
going on, and when she had regained her wits and figured that this was 
actually the thing that she had been trying to bring about all the while, 
having her brother and sister get together, the heat in her body took over 
and she had just let her passions rule. Why not? It was happening, and she 
had no intention of doing anything but let it run it's course, and as the 
friction of the hard shaft inflamed the entire length of her vagina, she 
pressed her head down even harder and sucked the stiff little clit into her 
mouth and gave it all she had. 

As the jerking ass and swinging balls danced before Paula's eyes, she could 
easily tell that something of an intense urgency was taking place in both of 
the bodies above her. She could feel her sister's thighs trembling as her 
brother's bare ass took on a more convulsive movement and she could see and 
hear the dangling balls as they slapped into the meaty area of Helen's belly 
where it met her cunt. And it wasn't long before she could see a whitish 
cream adding even more luminescence to the already wet cock. 

Paula's own body jerked as the effect of the hard meat ramming into her 
sister's body transferred itself to her own. Paul only regained his senses 
and realized that he was also straddling a little body as his little 
sister's legs began to kick his as Helen bit down on Paula's clit and sent 
an excruciatingly exquisite feeling of both thrill and pain all through her 
little body. 

The fuck was completed, as both of the bigger bodies had been satisfied, and 
the smaller body was well aware of the fact as the proof of the completion 
dripped down onto her face. Paula herself was satisfied, yet not satisfied, 
as she felt that her body itself had been taken care of, but her eyes were 
still glued on the hard piece of meat that was slowly and seemingly 
reluctantly withdrawing from her big sister's body. She not only wanted to 
see more of that fabulous meat stick, but she wanted to be able to use it 
herself. 

Unfortunately, it was not the right time for that now, as it was time for 
the household to begin it's daily activities, and it would look odd enough 
for their parents to find them all in the same room. They all knew that it 
would not do if the parents had even an inkling of what was going on. Right 
now, it was sufficient for all concerned to know that henceforth they would 
take the form of a three way combination. It still remained for Paul and 
Paula to get together, but now there would be no problem in bringing that 
situation to come about. 

As Paul went hurriedly back to his own room to get dressed, and his sisters 
went about their normal business of getting ready for the day in their own 
room, the unsuspecting parents were just waking up, and soon there would be 
just the normal family gathering around the breakfast table in the kitchen. 
Each one of the kids were so well versed in their roles by now, that there 
wouldn't even be the slightest hint of an undercurrent of intrigue as they 
hungrily consumed their breakfast. The parents would not even suspect that 
the voracious appetites were caused by the violent athletics that the three 
kids had just engaged in. but merely figure that three growing youngsters 
would naturally be hungry after a good night's sleep. 

And as Gladys' eyes looked over the slim young body that she ushered into 
the bedroom ahead of her, she forgot the fact that she didn't actually eat 
any breakfast, as the pangs in her stomach turned from thoughts of 
ingestible food of thoughts of the edibleness of the pretty young girl 
before her. And from what she already knew about the girl, she had no doubts 
that she would soon be filling her stomach from the luscious fluids of the 
girl's body. Really, there were no preliminaries necessary, as both of them 
knew what they were in the room for, but they weren't that well acquainted 
with each other as yet, and something seemed to be necessary in order to 
bring them to the point of action. 

Carla sat down on the edge of the bed as Gladys went about gathering her 
collection of records and books to. show to her. Gladys might have had the 
experience of a much older female, but as far as her mind went, she was 
still just a young girl, and although the point of the whole matter was to 
get hold of the nice body that was sitting on the bed waiting for her, she 
was still serious about her collection of books and records. And they did 
come in handy as she put on a soft record and sat down alongside of Carla 
and began to show her some of her books. 

The books, as could be expected, were all of the sexual variety, and to 
Carla's surprise weren't the completely lesbian type that she had expected 
them to be. A lot of them had explicit pictures of naked bodies in the many 
forms of love that they were able to engage in, but most of them were 
pictures of man-woman relationships' Carla was familiar with almost all of 
the positions that were depicted, and the thing that really surprised her 
was that Gladys could be interested in them. Of course she realized that 
just about any person, male or female, would be interested in the relations 
that other people engaged in, but she had thought that Gladys would be more 
interested in literature relating to female to female doings. 

Gladys did have some strictly lesbian books and magazines, but most of them 
were the kind that were supposedly put out by doctors in order to show the 
varying positions of intercourse that would satisfy the male and female in a 
supposedly normal aspect of a typical family life. But as Carla sat here on 
the bed and leafed through the books and felt Gladys' arm going around her 
shoulders, and knew that eventually the hand would seek out her breast, 
Carla began to wonder what the meaning of the word normal was. 

Was what she was now doing normal? Was what she did yesterday normal? Or was 
it that what she did was normal to her although it may not be normal to 
other people. She knew enough about people to know that what was normal to 
one might be considered not only not normal to another, but even outrageous. 
Then again, what difference should it make to somebody else what satisfied 
her own mind and body? Each individual should be able to know what they want 
to make them happy, and why should anyone else be concerned about it? 

She almost forgot about Gladys sitting beside her as she leafed through the 
pages of the books and the enticing pictures floated by her eyes and she saw 
the familiar illustrations of the huge male cock entering every conceivable 
part of the female body, and the gyrations of the female as she lay, stood, 
sat or otherwise positioned herself in acceptance of the male intrusion of 
her body. And seemingly loved every minute of it. 

The younger girl's hand finally found it's way inside the loose collar of 
Carla's dress, and Carla sighed an internal sigh as she felt Gladys' hand 
cup itself around her breast. The pictures in the sex books were enough to 
start her juices running, but the feel of the warm, caressing hand on her 
tittie was all that was needed to get her deeply in the mood for a little 
girl love- again. But her mind still continued to wander over the advantages 
and or disadvantages in the type of sex that she was now becoming engaged 
in. 

If she closed her eyes, the feeling of a caressing hand on her breast would 
give her the same thrill even though she would have a difficult time telling 
if it was a male or female hand. The only way that she could really tell was 
that the male hand was a bit more aggressive. It seemed to squeeze and 
fondle a little more. A female hand was more compassionate. It was softer 
and easier and more carressive and gentle. It just seemed to know what it 
was doing more than the rougher male hand would. A girl knows what her own 
body likes, so she can sort of transmit her own feelings to a like body. But 
it's actually the difference between the male and female that makes the 
difference, and that was where Carla's mind became confused. 

As yet, she was unaware of the intense feelings that she was missing because 
of her enclosed clit, so she figured, and she figured rightly that there was 
something wrong with her that she couldn't experience the thrill that she 
knew she was supposed to feel when she had intercourse with her husband, but 
before she got off of that bed that she and Gladys were occupying, she would 
find that her troubles would all be over. Gladys would be so satisfied with 
this girl's performance, that she would give her the information that her 
mother had passed on to her, and make the pretty Carla's life not only 
better as far as her performance with her husband went, but she would also 
have a deep and lasting interest in the two girls who had rescued her. And 
her interest would even extend to a relationship with a couple of more girls 
that she hadn't even known existed at this time. 

Gladys was now so aroused herself, and she was so anxious to see the clit 
that her mother had told her about, that she wasted no more time in 
fondling, but simply removed the book from Carla's hands with her free hand, 
and exerting just a little more pressure on the breast that she held in the 
other hand, pushed Carla gently back onto the bed. It didn't take much 
pressure anyway, as Carla not only didn't put up any resistance, but had 
actually been anticipating the move and was glad when it finally came. 

There was no need for words anymore, as both of them knew what they wanted 
and all that was left was to get down to business. Carla just laid across 
the bed and let the more experienced younger girl have her way with her, and 
she just stared at the ceiling as she felt her skirt being raised up above 
her navel and felt the gentle hands taking hold of the elastic at the top of 
her panties and expertly sliding them down the length of her legs. Carla's 
husband had done this to her many times, so the feeling was not exactly new, 
but the thing that inflamed her insides most was knowing that it was a girl 
that was doing it. Even though this very girl's mother had done the same 
thing only last night, and she had enjoyed it immensely, she still couldn't 
get over the fact that she was having sex with another female. It just 
didn't seem real. 

And as she felt the soft hands on the inside of her thighs prying them 
apart, she continued to stare at the blank ceiling and couldn't make up her 
mind whether she was dreaming or not. Was this really her, Carla, laying 
here being made love to by a pretty young girl? Or was her mind off in some 
fantasy land such as she had dreamed about when she was a little girl laying 
in bed at night playing with herself? She remembered those dreams of sex 
that seemed so real in her mind as her fingers delved into her little crack 
and pulled at the meaty protrusion at the top of it, and when she had gotten 
married and her husband performed the same acts on her in addition to new 
ones that she hadn't even thought of, she had a difficult time separating 
fact from fantasy. 

But as she felt the fingers tugging at her clit and bringing it out into the 
open where it would be more easily accessible, she knew that now she wasn't 
dreaming. This was real, and it was good, and it was so good that she 
preferred to think that it was a dream. When she woke up from a dream, no 
matter how sexily bad the dream was, it didn't bother her conscience. It 
hadn't really taken place, so it really didn't make any difference. People 
couldn't actually read her mind, so it made no difference to anyone but her 
what kind of thoughts that she had running around in her head. And when it 
came to actually doing things, well, a husband and wife were expected to do 
those things. If they didn't, then that was when there would be something 
wrong. 

But this was something else again. She tried to keep the idea in her mind 
that whatever pleased a person, and felt good to them, was good for them. No 
matter what anybody else thought about it. The person inhabiting the body 
was the only one that mattered. And although the person was inhabiting 
Carla's body was very pleased with what the other person was doing to it, 
she couldn't quite erase a lifetime of values that had been instilled in her 
through her parents and teachers and practically everybody else that she had 
come in contact with. She knew that what she was doing was not accepted by 
the general society, but the fact remained that she liked it, so she just 
gritted her teeth and laid back and enjoyed the feeling that the soft lips 
were not imparting to her body. 

After the work-out he had with his sisters that morning, he was really only 
working on mind power. True, his body had been able to muster up another 
supply of semen, but it would be the last one for a while, and even though 
he was surrounded by a sea of naked female flesh, he would be lucky if he 
could keep a decent enough hard-on to even shoot a couple of blanks into 
those tantalizing mouths. 

He wasn't even thinking about cunts now. He was too busy to think about 
anything as far as that went. He was perfectly satisfied right now as he 
felt the long slim finger bury itself right up to the knuckle as it wiggled 
around inside his body, and then slowly draw in and out as it fucked him in 
the ass, while in front, an avidly sucking mouth was about to drain the last 
of his resources from his body. It felt as if the long finger in the back 
was pushing his cock further into the mouth in front. 

And while all this was going on, there was quite a bit of penetration going 
on upstairs. Before Gladys had a chance to unwrap the present that Helen had 
brought for her, Karen was having some delicious samples of it. Paula had 
had some good work done on her by her sister, but it was nothing compared to 
this. This time she .was being worked on by somebody that knew her business, 
and Paula had even forgotten that Helen was there, but Karen was well aware 
of Helen's presence. 

All three had immediately stripped on their arrival. Why not? They all knew 
what they were there for, and they were all anxious to get on with it, so 
why waste time with pleasantries? And as little Paula looked around her and 
surveyed the scene, she was almost overcome. Sure, she had seen her sister 
and broker naked before, but this woman standing before her with the huge 
tits and lush body was something else. This was a full-grown woman, and even 
though her sister was as big as Karen, there was no comparison. She stared 
at the big round hips, and the full round belly that went into the V of the 
big luscious thighs, and when she saw the piece of meat with the shiny red 
knob sticking out of the top of the juicy lips, she knew that this was going 
to be something special. 

Her sister's body was nice, but it had a long way to go before it would fill 
out into the round curves of this mature female. And Paula wanted to get a 
hold of those big tits and suck the hard, erect nipples into her mouth, but 
she didn't have a chance to choose what she was going to do. It seemed that 
the woman had ideas of her own as she looked at the body of the pretty girl, 
and the next thing she knew, Paula was on her back on the bed. 

Karen just reached down and picked her up under the arms and lay her down 
across the bed so that her bottom was on the edge of it and her legs were 
dangling toward the floor, but the legs didn't dangle very long as Karen got 
down on her hands and knees and pressed her face into Paula's hot crotch. 
Naturally, the sight of the big woman tasting the joys that Helen had so 
often tasted had its effect on her, and Helen had to get into the act also. 
She couldn't just stand around naked and play with her pussy. 

Helen knew just about what was taking place as she saw the cute chubby legs 
swing into the air and saw the little thighs pressing against the sides of 
Karen's head as the feet locked themselves around the hack of Karen's neck, 
and as Karen's hands rose and gently massaged the upper part of Paula's legs 
and her head dug even deeper and began to move slowly up and down and in 
little circles, Helen stared at the big upraised ass of Gladys's mother and 
could stand it no longer. Karen felt the cheeks of her ass being parted, and 
felt the warm cheeks of a face pressing itself between them. 

Helen stuck her tongue out and tasted the hot moist meat of Karen's asshole, 
but although she was hot enough to enjoy it, it wasn't what she was looking 
for. She wanted the big knob that she had seen sticking out of the cunt 
lips, but she couldn't quite reach it from this position even though the 
obliging ass shifted itself up a little bit higher. But now her tongue could 
reach the wet meaty hole of Karen's vagina and she could taste the evidence 
of Karen's passion. The hole was full of cream, which was now only the 
overflowing lubricating fluid, but the way that the big ass wiggled as Helen 
licked the juice out of the pussy, she knew that she would soon be getting a 
taste of the real stuff. 

And with her own tongue embedded in one hot hole while another tongue was 
reaming out her own hot hole, Karen decided to put her experience to work in 
order to better satisfy the greatest number. She was thoroughly enjoying the 
young pussy in front of her, and she wanted to finish with it first before 
she went to work on Helen. But she wanted to give Helen a better working 
area, so she pulled away from Helen's mouth for a minute as she picked up 
the little body from the bed, then she herself lay on the bed with her ass 
on the edge as she turned Paula so that they were in a sixty-nine position. 

It worked wonders. Paula lay belly down on top of Karen, and she could feel 
Karen's mouth still working between her legs as she looked down into the big 
cunt. She was too short to reach the cunt herself from this position, but 
her face was just close enough to it so that she was just about looking into 
Helen's eyes as Helen's face came forward to take up where she had left off. 
It was much better this way. The shiny knob was sticking up almost like a 
tiny cock, and it looked as if it wanted Helen's mouth almost as bad as 
Helen's mouth wanted it, and the two sisters looked happily into each 
other's eyes as the little sister watched the big sister's lips suck the 
clit into them. 

Paul shot his load, and his dick never had a chance to cool off as the girl 
that he had shot into backed away as she tasted the hot liquid in her mouth 
and another mouth was immediately upon him. Gladys simply stood back and 
watched the action as it seemed that her services would not be required. At 
least not this time. The girl behind him was still pumping her finger in and 
out of his asshole, and Gladys could now see that she was hunched over and 
playing with her own pussy at the same time. 

The whole episode so far hadn't taken much more than about five minutes, so 
as Gladys took up her position behind the girl who was tickling Paul's 
bowels, she was hoping that the ones upstairs would just about be getting 
into the swing of things and she would be able to have some fun. As she 
pressed her pussy against the bare cheeks of the girl's ass and reached 
around in front of her and pulled the girl's hand off her pussy and replaced 
it with her own, the girl removed her finger from Paul's ass. The other two 
girls could take care of him now, she was just delighted to be singled out 
for the beautiful Gladys's attentions. 

The one that Gladys had hold of now was not exactly beautiful, but she had a 
body that wouldn't quit. She looked plump, but she wasn't fat, she was 
solid, and as Gladys rubbed her pussy against the round cheeks of the girl's 
ass as if she was trying to fuck her, she had her left hand on her pussy and 
was squeezing her tight against her as the other arm encircled her and the 
hand cupped a big meaty breast. Gladys put her chin over the girl's shoulder 
and the girl could feel Gladys's hot breath gusting into her ear. 

Gladys took over her body completely. They ignored the two girls that knelt 
before the male sex organ and proceeded to drain him until he felt as if his 
rectum was going to be sucked right out through his cock. She was sure now 
that they could complete the planned job, and she dragged the girls 
backwards until they toppled onto an old couch. Gladys was doing her thing 
now, and after a few minutes of wrestling with the naked, chubby female 
flesh, she didn't even notice the shaky-legged, limp-dicked boy and the two 
girls that were still caressing him and fondling the exhausted cock and 
balls as they stood over the couch and watched the antics of the two panting 
bodies. Paul's sex organs might have been worn out, but there was nothing 
wrong with his eyes. 

As he watched the writhing flesh, Paul could feel a new stirring. It was all 
in his mind, but the two girls that were watching the scene were also 
feeling a stirring inside of them, and it was not in their minds. After what 
they had done to the male body, they were just as hot, if not hotter than 
the two bodies on the couch. 

Right here however, was where things took a turn. In the midst of all the 
confusion, Gladys had forgotten about Carla. Carla had managed to fade from 
the scene just about the time that the original party had broken up, so when 
the second party had broken up into two sections, it wasn't clear to the 
party upstairs whether Carla had joined the party downstairs, or had gone 
home. It turned out that as one contingent headed up the stairs, and the 
other headed down to the basement, that Carla was resting her pooped body on 
the toilet seat. 

When she came out, she walked along the upstairs hall on her way to the 
stairs to go down to the living room. She passed a bedroom and heard 
familiar noises. As she turned and looked in, the scene that confronted her 
was not only getting to be familiar to her, but it was also intriguing. The 
bodies on the bed, and the one on the floor were so engrossed in their 
business that they failed to notice her. 

She knew Karen, but she didn't know the two younger girls, so she decided to 
go ahead and look for Gladys. Carla figured that if Gladys wasn't mixed up 
in this little orgy in the bedroom, she must have one going on downstairs 
and as she descended to the living room, she was really surprised to find 
that it was deserted. Maybe Gladys had walked some or the other girls home, 
but Carla took a quick glance in the kitchen first. That was when she 
discovered the location of the second orgy. 

The inside door to the basement was in the kitchen, and the whole thing 
worked out the same as it did upstairs. She would have paid no attention to 
the door if a sudden burst of giggling hadn't emanated from it just as she 
was going by. And by now she was even more anxious to get in on something, 
but she still felt a little strange in that house and she wondered whether 
Gladys would welcome her presence while she was entertaining her friends. 
Well, the ones upstairs hadn't noticed her, maybe she could have a peek at 
the activity going on below without them seeing her, and she could decide 
whether or not to get involved. 

She eased the door open quietly and had to go down several steps before she 
could see enough of the room to survey the situation. And when she saw the 
struggling bodies of the girls on the couch, and three naked, struggling 
bodies on the carpeted floor next to it, she figured that there was enough 
going on that they wouldn't mind one more. But as she took another step down 
toward the orgy, she stopped in her tracks as she suddenly realized that one 
of the bodies on the floor was male. 

Although she was quite comfortable with the male body, and had no objections 
to using it or having it use her, this was something so unexpected that she 
more or less unconsciously retreated silently back into the kitchen to think 
about it. The big question was, should she or shouldn't she? The fact that a 
male was there made it all the more intriguing, but what was she doing 
amongst a bunch of lesbian females? That question in itself was enough to 
make up her mind for her. She was so curious now, and so hot, that she was 
going down there to find out what was going on. Whether they liked it or 
not. And this time, although she made no efforts to be quiet as she 
descended the basement stairs, she still might have been the invisible 
woman. 

Naturally, they couldn't see her, all faces were so busily buried in the 
flesh of their partner or partners that the eyes couldn't even see the 
organs that they were working on. She felt a slightly uncomfortable feeling 
as she stood there and surveyed the mass of squirming flesh. She wanted to 
take off her clothes and jump in, but she couldn't figure out where to 
start. Everyone seemed to be occupied, and the only body parts that seemed 
to be readily available were a couple of female asses that were wiggling in 
the air. 

She walked over to an easy chair a few feet from the action and slumped down 
into it and tried to make it out. It wasn't hard to make out the familiar 
body of Gladys on the couch, even though she couldn't see her face. Gladys 
was the top of a sixty-nine team, and most of her head was buried between 
the lovely thrashing thighs of a girl with a wonderful figure. From the 
convulsive movements of the two figures, Carla figured that that particular 
orgy would be over very soon. There would be no use trying to join them. 

The figures in the floor were a different story. They were so entangled, and 
were thrashing about so much, that it was hard at times to determine which 
was the male body. The cock and balls were completely hidden by the face of 
one girl who was sort of laying across his body with only the back of her 
head showing from between his kicking thighs, and in place of his face, all 
she could see was the large, spread-out butt of another girl who was sitting 
on his head as she leaned forward propping herself up on her hands. And the 
way her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was hanging open, she must 
have really been enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her crotch. 

His body was so smooth and hairless, that the only sure way she had of 
telling that he was a male was by the lack of protrusions on his chest. She 
figured that he must be pretty young, but evidently not so young that he 
didn't appreciate what was happening to him. It wasn't until the girl that 
was eating him raised her head that she could see how big he really was. She 
got even hotter as she watched the long meat appear from the girl's mouth as 
she lifted her head, but she never got to see the whole thing, as the girl 
immediately went back down on it consuming the entire length. Carla figured 
that it must have been buried in the girl's throat, and she was amazed at 
how long the girl was able to hold her breath. 

She was so engrossed in watching the three bodies, that she failed to notice 
that the two on the couch had finished and were now sitting up side by side, 
only instead of them also watching the orgy at their feet, they were looking 
at Carla. The girl next to Gladys was surprised to see Carla there, since 
she hadn't known that she was one of the 'in' girls. And Gladys was 
surprised to see her, as during the confusion and excitement, she had 
forgotten all about her. She wondered how she could possibly forget 
something like that. And from the way Carla was sitting there watching, 
Gladys figured that Carla had not gotten to join the party in the bedroom 
either. She would have to do something about that. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

She was aware that the very matrons that had used so much influence on her 
as they tried to instill in her the advantages and disadvantages of being a 
girl, and continually impressed her with the moral code that a female must 
live by, were most likely enjoying some sort of extracurricular activities 
right now themselves. She knew that the very teacher that instructed little 
girls that it was wrong to let boys put their hands on them, probably went 
directly home after the teaching session and did the exact things that they 
had been warning against. How could someone tell you that your body was 
supposed to be inviolate, and that the male (or female) should not be 
allowed to defile it and then go home and jump in bed with a man and have 
every hole in their body penetrated? 

Well, that was neither here nor there. The only thing that existed right now 
was herself, the bed that she was laying on and Gladys. Even the ceiling 
faded from her vision as she felt her clit being pulled into the warm mouth 
and felt the tender tongue encircling and embracing it. Gladys knew what she 
was doing, and although Carla didn't know it, Gladys was giving the 
intriguing clit an even added bit of attention. This accounted for the extra 
nice feeling that was radiating throughout Carla's body from the action 
point between her legs, and for the dulling of her vision as her thighs 
jerked and rubbed against the soft cheeks of Gladys's face. 

Gladys was thrilled with this new girl, and her own anticipation had set up 
a burning in her own clit that would assure that the sprawled out Carla 
would have a time to remember. Gladys got more of a kick out of sucking on 
the covered clit than she would have gotten from a normal one. It was a 
challenge that she was determined to meet and that made it all the more 
better for the body that was now beginning to undulate uncontrollably on the 
bed. Any thoughts of doing anything wrong had left Carla's mind, as all she 
knew was that her body was experiencing thrills she had never expected it 
was capable of. 

Even Karen put her head back against the back of the couch and sighed as she 
heard the violent sounds that were penetrating the ceiling above her. It was 
quite evident that her daughter had not only scored, but was enjoying her 
birthday present to the fullest. And that reminded Karen that there was 
still a lot of preparation to be made before the guests arrived. There was 
no problem in figuring out the color scheme for the decorations, as there 
would only be girls present, and the predominant color would naturally be 
pink. 

The only real problem had been the party favors, as Karen knew that not all 
the girls would be members of the club. She was well aware that there were 
going to have to be two parties. The main party would not start until after 
the guests who were not in the 'know' had left. But although Karen knew most 
of her daughter's friends from school, and she had a pretty good idea of 
which one's she was intimate with, the situation seemed to continuously 
change, and Karen would be rather afraid to walk up to any one particular 
girl and treat her as a member of the 'family.' Therefore, she would have to 
leave the selection of the one's that were invited to remain after the 
initial party was over up to her daughter, but she didn't contemplate any 
trouble with that as she walked about the room setting things up and 
occasionally lifting her head to hear the reassuring squeaks of the 
bedsprings as her daughter enjoyed her birthday present. 

When Karen had checked all the arrangements downstairs and was satisfied 
that she was just about as ready as she could be for the party, she sat back 
down on the couch and listened to the continuing noises of sexual pleasure 
that were coming through the ceiling. From the length of time that they had 
been going at it, she was sure that there was more than one orgasm per 
person taking place. She leaned back and stretched her legs out as she 
pulled her dress up around her waist and slipped both hands into her 
panties, she was wishing that she could go up and crawl in bed with them. 

Of course there was nothing to stop her, and they probably would have 
welcomed the added attentions that she could provide, but after all, she had 
invited Carla for her daughter's use, and she didn't want to seem like a 
prying mother, so she had to be content with just prying her pussy lips 
apart with her hand, as she freed the throbbing clit with the fingers of the 
other. 

Helen and Paula and Paul had finished breakfast, and were looking for 
something to do. Helen and Paula had a few hours to kill before it would be 
time to leave for Gladys's party, and Paul had a pretty good idea of how he 
would like to spend those hours, but it would be difficult with the parents 
home and awake. He had to try to think of some way to get the girls alone. 
Especially little Paula. He wasn't aware that the girls were thinking about 
the same thing, but he might have guessed it as they sat around the living 
room, supposedly reading the Sunday funnies, but actually each one was 
sizing up the other and working on a plan to go off somewhere by themselves. 

Actually, they had a nice big basement that they could go down into and 
play, but the day was so nice and warm and sunny that it might cause their 
parents to wonder why they were not taking advantage of it. Up until now, 
they couldn't seem to be able to wait until they could get out of the house. 
But if they did not go out of the house there was really no place that they 
could go where they could do what they had in mind in any kind of safety. 

There was a nice big tree -filled park overlooking the waterfront and they 
often went there, but there were also a lot of other people around there. At 
this time of the day, and especially since it was Saturday, there probably 
wouldn't be too many there and they could most likely find a nice quiet 
secluded spot, but it would necessitate one of them keeping watch for 
intruders while the other two went about their business. Well, why not? It 
was better than nothing, and they would reserve the basement for rainy days. 
It was Helen that suggested they take a walk up to the park and Paul and 
Paula were in favor of the idea. 

They found a good spot, and they looked over its possibilities like a squad 
of soldiers setting up an ambush. It was off in a corner overlooking a steep 
hill, and they knew that there was at least two sides that they didn't have 
to worry about. The other two sides could easily be watched by one person. 
Of course that would leave that one person out of the action, but they could 
take turns standing guard so that each one could have their turn. 

While the big brother and little sister retreated to the sanctuary of the 
protective foliage. Helen sat down on the grass with her eyes covering all 
the territory in the other direction and was wishing that she could witness 
this first meeting. She knew that Paul would not be able to fuck the little 
girl and she was sure that he had sense enough not to try it, but she knew 
that whatever they did figure out to do would be worth seeing. There would 
be other times, and meanwhile, her imagination would get her so hot that she 
would be more than ready when her own turn came. 

Secure in the knowledge that their big sister would be watching out for 
them, Paul and Paula settled down to business. The little girl was wearing a 
short skirt that barely came to the middle of her thighs, and a tight little 
sweater that was designed to show off the fact that she was becoming a big 
girl. Not very big as yet, but enough to show that she was definitely not a 
little boy. 

And as he looked over the bare legs, and knew that all he had to do was lift 
the little dress in order to see all he wanted of them, his already 
hardening dick began to rise, and he sat down on the grass and spread his 
legs apart and opened his fly. He beckoned her to come closer so that she 
was standing between his legs just about between his upraised knees, and as 
she looked down and feasted her eyes on the long sausage that he had removed 
from his pants, she felt his hot hands moving up the length of her legs and 
felt his fingers inside the bottom of her panties and pulling them down. 

When he had the little wisp of silk all the way down, she stepped out of 
them with a motion that seemed to have been practised. Actually, she had 
never had a boy pull her pants before, but her movements seemed to come 
naturally. As she looked down the length of her body as he lifted her dress 
up around her waist, she could see the huge meat was sticking out of his 
pants. And although her sister had eyed her pussy, this was somehow 
different, and she saw his eyes stare even harder as she felt her own little 
clit harden. 

Helen couldn't see what was going on, but although it had only been a couple 
of minutes, it was taking too long for her. Her imagination had made her own 
clit work its way out of the confines of her pussy lips and she almost 
forgot to keep her eyes on the job as she pulled her skirt and dug her hand 
into her pants. She wasn't aware that as she pulled on her clit with her 
fingers, her little sister had taken matters into her own hands and moved 
even closer to her brother and had thrust her hips forward so that her hard 
meat was touching his lips. 

He had one hand on his dick and was all prepared to present it to his little 
sister's mouth, but when he saw the little fold of flesh with the red knob 
sticking out of it directly in front of his face, he decided that his own 
passion could wait for a few minutes while he tasted a little girl. At least 
he hoped he could wait, but without even realizing it, his hand began to 
work up and down the meaty shaft as he opened his lips and sucked the girl 
into them. 

Paul put her hands on the back of his head and pressed his face into her 
crotch, and as she felt the sucking pull of his puckered lips, her bottom 
began to sway almost unconsciously back and forth, and neither one of them 
realized that she was fucking him in the mouth with her clit. The long 
awaited sex act was finally being accomplished, and even though he just 
might jerk himself off and shoot his load all over her ankles, as far as she 
was concerned, it was worth it. All he could think of was that if this was 
so good with a little girl, it must be even better with a big girl. So Helen 
had a real nice surprise in store for her. 

It turned out that he did wet at least one of her socks, but although he 
felt the release of his passions, it did little to reduce the passions 
inside of him, and although Paula could not show her gratitude through a 
liquid release of her own passions, Helen was able to hear, beyond a doubt 
that her little sister had been satisfied. 

The girly groans told her that her own turn should be next, and she was a 
little surprised when it took so long for her to be summoned to the love 
area. But as she was left sitting there, she began to realize that she was 
obviously the forgotten one, as the two of them probably did not yet have 
enough of each other. She knew that she would have to wait a little longer, 
but she was perfectly capable of amusing herself, and as she waited for them 
to get finished, she just dug her hands deeper into her panties, and 
struggled to keep her eyes on the territory in front of her. 

In back of her, the scene was taking on a slightly different shape. The two 
bodies had taken care of each other, but only slightly. Actually, it would 
be better to say that one body had taken care of the other, and also taken 
care of itself, and the body that had taken care of itself needed more 
taking care of, and just sat back further and made itself more comfortable 
as it watched the other body fall to its knees. 

Paula was still just as hot as her big brother, and even though she knew 
that he had shot his load, she was not about to give up her chance to get at 
that big, inviting piece of meat. It had not even lost one bit of its size 
or rigidity even though it had soaked her sock with its cream, and her own 
clit took on more firmness as she bent her head toward the still oozing head 
of his cock. The heat in her body made her oblivious to the taste of the 
drops of come that she managed to draw from the big head, and although she 
was a little disappointed that she could not get any more of it in her 
mouth, she was still satisfied because she was at last tasting the secret of 
a boy's body. 

She didn't know that the very thing that she was doing was causing the boy's 
body to whip up an emergency batch of cream for her, so she just contentedly 
continued to suck on the warm meat stick, unaware that her attentions were 
about to draw forth a complete mouthful of what she was unconsciously 
looking for. And pretty soon Helen could hear renewed moans coming from her 
rear, and she could recognize them as her brother's. 

And as Helen realized that she would have to complete what she was doing to 
herself in order not to have to go back home with a hot pussy, Karen was 
just completing her own personal orgy in rhythm with the sounds coming 
through the ceiling above her head. She soaked the crotch of her panties 
just as the bedsprings stopped, and as she waited for them to come 
downstairs, she wondered if there was really going to be a good party after 
the birthday party. It seemed that the way things were going right now, all 
the principal characters would be too pooped to keep things rolling. But 
there was still a lot of time, and the human body was amazingly 
rejuvinative. 

The attentions of Karen's daughter had been as satisfying, but when Carla's 
body had been relieved, and she was sure that the body of her benefactor had 
been relieved also, which was evidenced by the still unfamiliar taste of 
girl come in her mouth, she began to relax and think. 

She had tasted Gladys's proof of her ability to satisfy another girl, and 
although she unexpectedly enjoyed it, it wasn't quite what she was looking 
for. The young girl's body and attentions had been perfectly alright with 
Carla, but there was something jacking, and she knew what it was, but she 
didn't know what to do about it. She wanted her husband, or, as a matter of 
fact all she wanted was a dick, and she wondered why a dick didn't make her 
feel as good as these two mouths. She loved the feeling inside of her when a 
big piece of meat was tickling her insides, but somehow she didn't get the 
same complete satisfaction from it as she did when this girl and her mother 
worked on her. She didn't know it, but she would be let in on the secret of 
her dissatisfaction in not too long a time. 

When she learned that it would be easy to correct the situation so that a 
cock could take care of her, would she want to discontinue her relationship 
with girls? Only time would tell, but the fact remained that the seed had 
been planted in her mind. The female body, and the attentions it could give 
were not as distasteful as she had been accustomed to think. In fact, as she 
lay right now with her mouth still close to the dripping pussy, she couldn't 
help herself from sticking her tongue out to pick up the creamy stream that 
flowed from the open vagina. 

As they walked back through the park, Paul dropped a little bit in back of 
his sisters. He had something to think about, but he had his eyes glued on 
the swaying asses as he thought. He had taken good care of the littlest ass, 
and it had taken good care of him. He had worked up another batch of come 
and the little mouth had greedily accepted it, but he had not had enough 
left in him to accommodate the bigger ass. He knew that she had taken care 
of herself and that he would have to do something for her later. 

Somehow, the little pieces of a puzzle were beginning to get together and 
take shape. For instance, piece number one was his two sisters making 
lesbian love to each other. Being a boy, that didn't bother him. In fact, 
even the thought of it sort of intrigued him. But then there was piece 
number two. A birthday party for which only the girls were invited. And the 
party was for a beautiful girl who didn't seem to want anything to do with 
boys, especially when it came to sex. Most of the girls seemed to like the 
attention that the boys paid to their growing bodies, and visa versa. But 
Gladys was one of the few girls that would talk to boys, but don't touch. 

Therefore, piece number three, the one that would complete the puzzle, 
seemed to be obvious. The delicious Gladys was a queer herself, and more 
than likely she was the queen of the girls. With the puzzle completed, there 
was only one thing left to do. He had to glue it to the board to keep it 
intact. In other words, he had to follow up on this party and not only 
observe it as a voyeur, but possibly join it himself. He walked a little 
faster to catch up with the girls in front of him, and putting one arm 
around each shoulder, he hurried them towards the house. It was urgent that 
he had to have a few words with his sister, Helen. 

The party was only a couple of hours away, and Helen hadn't even informed 
her younger sister that she was going to be a 'present' as yet. And she had 
no idea that her brother was going to be a 'present' also, but she also had 
no idea that the girls would accept a male 'present' as avidly as they 
would. She had no idea that even most of the females that liked females also 
liked males, just as she did, and she probably would have been able to scare 
her brother off if she had been able to convince him that he was going to be 
raped silly. But there is no way to convince a boy of that. All he wants to 
do is to be smothered by female flesh. He somehow doesn't realize how that 
female flesh can drain him. He would soon find out. 

Carla and Gladys came downstairs and they took their time about it. They had 
kept the bathroom occupied, taking turns on the toilet and in the shower and 
in front of the sink as they repaired the damage done to their faces, and 
removed the previously applied rouge and cream that had rubbed off from the 
faces onto the crotches, and Karen sat downstairs and fumed as her fingers 
had manipulated her kidneys into action also, and she had to piss so bad 
that she thought she would bust. 

However, she did make it to the toilet, and she did manage to get herself 
into a not only good, but highly desirable condition, so that when she 
walked back down the stairs, even the two satisfied girls that were sitting 
in front of a coffee table in the living room eating toast and coffee had to 
admire the delicious piece of flesh that approached them. Gladys had known 
the desire that the body could arouse in a person for a long time, but 
Carla, although she knew that the body held the ultimate in all that she 
herself should want, was still unfamiliar enough with it to make her clit 
begin to twitch again. And as Karen approached the girls, she was fully 
aware of the situation. 

Her daughter was sitting together with Carla, but the 'together' was the key 
word. Gladys had her legs together as a girl should when she is wearing a 
dress so that it wouldn't be obvious to a stranger what color hair she had 
on her pussy, but when she looked at Carla's legs, she could tell just about 
what was going on in her mind. 

Carla's feet were planted on the floor, and her calves, knees and thighs 
were pressed together, but Karen could detect a slight movement in the 
thighs that told her that Carla still had a little way to go before she 
would be completely at ease. But as Karen approached the two pretty girls, 
her mind was divided. 

The actual birthday party would begin in about an hour and would last for 
about three. After that would come THE party. And as much as she would like 
to have a little fun with Carla, would it be worth it? She didn't want to 
knock Carla out before the party began and yet, the sight of the undulating 
flesh that was moving the short skirt made her think that if she wanted to 
please herself, there was not too much time to waste. After all, there were 
still a few hours before the real party would take place, and if Carla was 
as eager as she thought she was, she would probably be as eager when the 
real time came. 

By the time that she got near the two short-skirted girls, all thoughts and 
questions had left her mind. All she saw was the bare knees, and she knew 
what was under the flimsy pieces of cloth that covered the mouth-watering 
flesh and she-knew that she wanted it. She headed directly towards Carla and 
kneeled down in front of her, and when Gladys saw what was going on, her 
thighs started to rub together. Gladys was going to watch her mother in 
action. 

Gladys and her mother had seen plenty of action between themselves, but it 
was something different to be able to stand, or sit back and watch it, and 
Gladys was about to see her mother use her professional knowledge right next 
to her. She knew that Carla was still ready, and she knew what was about to 
happen to Carla, so she moved over closer to her and put her arm around her 
shoulder and hugged her tight. She wanted to feel the body trembling, and 
feel the tits swelling as the birthday present's body reacted to the 
attention given to its pussy. 

Carla didn't have to do a thing. Karen kneeled down in front of her and 
taking her by the ankles, pulled her legs out almost straight and spread 
them. Then she reached up under the skirt and took hold of Carla's panties, 
and as she pulled them down, Carla sort of raised her ass a little from the 
seat in order to make the operation a bit smoother. 

Gladys could feel an almost instant reaction in Carla's body, as the band 
that was grasping one firm tit could feel it getting even firmer, and she 
could feel the tit hardening until it was pressing against the palm of her 
hand. She reached across with the other hand and unbuttoned the front of the 
blouse, and as she slipped that hand inside, the other hand that had been 
around the shoulder also went inside to grasp the bare flesh. And as Gladys 
had expected, the body that she was fondling began to tremble. She wasn't 
sure whether it was from her attentions, or her Mother's, but one thing was 
for sure, Carla was already to go even before the main action had started. 

For Carla, the anticipation was just as titillating as the action itself. 
Now that she had discovered what her body was capable of feeling, it seemed 
that there was no end to the amount of orgasms that her body could achieve. 
It seemed as if her body had been saving itself for this situation for a 
long time. 

She put her arms around the soft body that was caressing her and felt for 
the young girl's breasts as she felt the smooth flesh of the older woman's 
face moving up between her thighs. 

At about this time, as Karen's tongue sought out the hole between Carla's 
legs, Paul had managed to get his sister aside. A pretty well satisfied 
Paula had joined her parents in the living room and was watching the 
cartoons. Everything was peaceful and serene, and no one had noticed as Paul 
quietly summoned Helen to follow him and he led the way into the basement. 
Helen was prepared when she recognized the summons to take care of any 
further bodily requirements of her brother, and she figured that after the 
session in the park he wouldn't need much, but she was not prepared for the 
bombshell that he would drop on her when they reached the confines of the 
basement. 

He told her flat out what he was thinking, and his thinking was so accurate 
that she had not prepared an answer. She knew that if she tried to deny it, 
she would only stutter over her words, and he would be more than ever 
convinced that he was right. But after all that had taken place between her 
and her sister and him, what was the use in trying to deny it. She decided 
that it would be best to admit it and let him in on the story and when she 
did, her worst fears became a reality. 

He was going to blackmail her. He not only wanted to watch all the girls in 
action, but he wanted to join in on the action. Of course, she couldn't 
blame him, and she knew that somehow she would have to do it, but it did put 
her in one hell of a position. She couldn't put him off onto the 'straight' 
girls, because they had nothing to worry about, and they could choose their 
own love life. But the 'other' girls were a different story. 

They had something to worry about. It would be a disaster for them if their 
family and friends found out about then particular style of love life. It 
would be bad enough if anyone found out that such young girls were having a 
love life at all, when everyone was considering them to be sweet young 
things. But if the word got around that they preferred girls to boys, well, 
disaster wouldn't be a strong enough word for it. 

Helen was caught between two decisions, and no matter which one she made, 
she could picture herself being found floating in the river. She could 
refuse to introduce her brother into the scene, which would eventually wind 
up with the injured girls tracing it back to her and throwing her in the 
river, or she could go ahead and introduce him to the scene, and the 
disgruntled girls, resenting the invasion of their privacy and the acts that 
they would have to perform to satisfy his greed, would eventually wind up 
throwing her in the river anyway. 

Even though she knew that it was no use explaining her predicament to him, 
and trying to convince him that two girls would be enough to satisfy any 
boy, she went ahead and tried to explain anyway. She was right. Nothing was 
going to change his mind, and in just a couple of hours she was going to 
have to do something that was going to change the life styles of quite a few 
people. 

Karen finished her job on Carla, and in just a short while all three of them 
were going about the house, checking over the party preparations as if 
nothing had happened. Only Carla's legs were still shaky, and her mind was a 
little groggy, but she would get used to that. It didn't take long for the 
three of them to spot any oversights that Karen had made, and by the time 
the bell rang for the first time, they were all ready to welcome the guests. 

Karen kept a close eye on her daughter as she welcomed each one of them, 
hoping to spot the 'in' ones, but she found that she couldn't do it, and 
gave it up. There was no doubt that Gladys had learned her lessons well. 
Each girl that came into the house was given the same reception, and there 
was no way to spot which ones were the favored ones, and which ones were 
just friends. 

Only one little incident seemed to be a little out of the ordinary to Karen, 
and she almost discounted it as of being of any importance. As the house 
began to fill up, and the quietness of the morning that had just past began 
to take on the sounds of an increasingly filling house, sounds that included 
the pleasant noises of girl's voices as they chatted and laughed, one of the 
girls had taken Gladys aside and spoke to her, then the two disappeared. 

All Karen thought at the time was that she had spotted one of Gladys's 
girlfriends, and that she must have been a special one. But when Gladys led 
the girl upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind them, it wasn't 
for the purpose of doing the things that her mother suspected. 

It seemed that Helen had both good and bad news for her. She gave her the 
bad news first, hoping that the following good news would soften things up. 
But although Gladys's was glad to heard the good news, the fact that she 
would be presented with a young girl to do as she pleased, it didn't offset 
the implications of the bad news. A sex-greedy boy with blackmail on his 
mind. Gladys simply told Helen that she would have to think this over. 

And it confused Gladys's mother also when she saw Helen coming down the 
stairs by herself, and in much too short a time for anything of significance 
to have taken place. When she saw Helen simply return to the party and start 
mingling with the girls, she decided that she might have been wrong, and 
they just had a little girl talk that had to be done in private. Her 
daughter probably just went to the bathroom as long as she was up there, and 
would be down soon. But Gladys was not in the bathroom, she was still 
sitting on her bed behind the closed door thinking like mad. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

This actually posed more of a problem than she had let on to Helen. But her 
very lifestyle seemed to cause an exceptional amount of problems for Gladys, 
and she had become used to having to cope with them. This one, however, was 
something new. She cursed herself for not realizing that a situation such as 
this would have eventually come up, and therefore, she was totally 
unprepared for it. But that was the way with most any problem. 

Even if you are expecting it, it seems to take you totally by surprise. 
Well, she had confidence in herself, and she was sure that once she got over 
being mad about a thing like this happening to her, she would come up with 
an answer. 

However, she sat on the edge of the bed for a good ten minutes after her 
initial anger had cooled, and her mind seemed to be still a perfect blank. 
The only thing she could think of, outside of just giving in to this boy,- 
was to consult her mother about it. And just the thought of doing that 
terrified her even more than the thought of giving in to him. Then she 
suddenly remembered the party that was going on downstairs, and she though 
she'd better go down. After all, it was her party, and although it might be 
spoiled later, she didn't want it to happen right at the start. 

Anyway, she figured that she would be able to put the problem out of her 
mind for a while, and as she walked down the stairs she remembered that 
Helen's little sister would be there later. Helen hadn't told her how much 
experience little Paula had actually had, and Gladys was looking forward to 
getting hold of a ten-year-old cherry. There were about twelve girls at the 
party now, but only four of them, including Helen, had been secretly invited 
to remain behind. 

Paula would make six, if you didn't include the mother, and it would make 
for a real nice party after, but there was one thing that would happen that 
Gladys hadn't counted on, because Helen herself didn't know about it so she 
wasn't able to warn her. Paul was right now deciding that he wasn't going to 
wait to see how his sister made out, he was going to escort her to the party 
when it was her time to join it. 

Right now, the parents were out, presumably taking a nice afternoon stroll 
in the park, and since Paul and Paula had already been to the park, it 
didn't surprise them when the kids declined the invitation to join them. 
They just left the house to walk off the big meal, and left the kids 
watching the television. 

As soon as they had given the parents enough time to be far enough away, the 
two youngsters were on top of each other like a pair of overheated rabbits. 
Paula's panties were off, and Paul's fly was open and his hard meat was 
waving in the air. 

They didn't bother to take off their clothes. The sight of the little bare 
pussy made Paul so hungry that he couldn't wait, and the sight of that big 
cock with the shiny-smooth red head made Paula's mouth water, and before 
they knew it they were in the same position that Paula and Helen were in 
when Paul had first caught them. 

Paul was on the bottom, staring up between the fat round thighs and seeing 
the little, puckered asshole seeming to be winking at him just above the 
hairless fat lips of the twat. He had never thought much about assholes 
before, but as he looked over all the girl meat in front of him, he licked 
his lips as he tried to figure out where to start. 

Paula had no such problems. The only thing sticking out of Paul's pants was 
the big, round sausage that looked as if it was all ready to spit into her 
mouth again. And she wanted that spit so bad that she didn't even' think 
about the balls that she had been so interested in. And as she felt his 
tongue licking up the length of her pussy crack and even dipping into the 
little indentation that was her asshole, she knew that this wasn't going to 
take long and she had better enjoy it while she had the chance, so she 
dipped her head down and felt the hot cock head slipping between her lips. 

The trouble with all the sexual contacts these kids had with each other so 
far, was that they were under pressure. Each episode had to be gotten over 
with quickly because there was the danger of being caught. So even though 
they went at each other's sex organs with relish, and thoroughly enjoyed 
what they were doing, some little comer of their mind was alert' enough for 
them to realize that at any minute the door might open. 

This knowledge in itself was enough to activate their insides to the point 
where they knew that they had to complete the act as quickly as possible. 
That wasn't the desirable way, but it was the necessary way, and without 
hardly thinking about what he was doing, the end of Paul's tongue 
disappeared into the rectum. 

Paula still wasn't able to shoot a decent load, but Paul did get a pretty 
good taste of vagina juice as he felt her biting down on the meat that was 
squirting into her mouth. He had let go of the asshole and pressed his lips 
against the wet pussy as he felt his genital area contract in preparation to 
releasing what was left. But after a long fucking and sucking day, he didn't 
have too much left in him, and it was a good thing. His cock was so far back 
in the little sucking mouth, that if he had had a full load and let it go, 
it would have inundated her throat and made her choke. 

As it was, they were both satisfied, and when about an hour had passed and 
their parents let themselves in the door, all they found was two sleepy 
kids. The arrival of the parents not only woke them up, but it woke them up 
to another fact. The party going on a few blocks away would soon be over, 
and Helen had told Paula to show up about three thirty. It was three now. 
Paul was sexually pooped now, but he was sure that the sight of a bunch of 
naked, sexually active girls would arouse some kind of passion in him. He 
had told his sister that he would await word from her, but what the hell was 
the difference? No matter what kind of word she gave him, he was going to do 
the same thing anyway. Why wait? 

And it was this decision that would cause Gladys the most anguish. Even 
though she wanted nothing to do with males, she knew that her mother 
actually hated them with a passion, and she had hopes of being able to 
resolve this thing without her mother even knowing about it. Tonight would 
be the test for Gladys. She was about to be confronted with a male who just 
might endanger her whole future and her mother's as well. But Gladys was not 
to be underestimated. Gladys was willing to give all to protect her mother, 
but that was not to say that she was incapable of exacting her own kind of 
revenge. Paul didn't know what he was getting into. 

And as he and Paula were Jet in the door to what he figured was to be the 
fun house, he was greeted by a big smile from the birthday girl. The smile 
was one of a mind at work, thinking up evil thoughts. One look at him and 
Gladys knew that he would be putty in her hands, because she remembered him 
from school, and remembered the way he had looked at her. Just the way all 
the other boys had, and she had taken care of them. This one would be a 
little different, but he was still just a drooling boy looking at a pretty 
girl. 

She told Paul to just keep his mouth shut and let her do the talking, and 
she brought him inside to introduce him to her mother. The story didn't 
sound anything like Paul expected it to, but he decided to just go along 
with it as he listened to Gladys's introducing him as a boy she knew from 
school, and he was just bringing his little sister to join her big sister at 
the party. She said that he wasn't going to stay and she was going to see 
him right back out the door. She even had Helen confused, as she was 
wondering what kind of an idea it was that Gladys's had come up with. She 
knew that her brother wouldn't take kindly to being ushered right back out 
the door, and she knew that Gladys's also knew that, and she was anxious to 
see what was going to happen. 

When Gladys's walked outside with him, she closed the door behind her, and 
was gone for several minutes before returning to the party as if nothing had 
happened. Helen figured that she had talked to him and made some kind of 
arrangements for a later time and thankful that it was all over at least for 
a bit. 

Gladys came directly over to her, anxious to be introduced, and didn't 
mention a word about what had gone on inside. She hadn't really expected her 
to, as there were too many others around. And Gladys's mother was right 
there. She didn't know anything about Paula, and she was curious as to what 
such a young girl was doing there. She expected that she would be leaving 
soon, as soon as the party broke up, but when she heard her daughter 
introduce the little girl as well as her bigger sister as her 'special' 
friends, Karen began to wish that the 'first' party was over. She had a 
penchant for little girls, too. 

Meanwhile, Gladys still had a problem on her mind. Paul was sitting in the 
basement waiting for her. She had brought him around to the back of the 
house and let him in through the outside entrance and told him to make 
himself comfortable and she would get together with him as soon as she could 
slip away, and they would have a little discussion as to what they were 
going to do. So the problem had been only solved for the moment. She still 
didn't know what she was going to do. 

She had a plan, and that was to saturate him with sex. She was going to make 
him afraid of girls. So afraid that he would never bother them again, but 
she hadn't as yet worked out the details. She knew that she couldn't do it 
alone, therefore she would need some assistance, but from who? Certainly not 
her mother, and he was so used to his sisters, that she didn't think that 
they would be of much help. She would have to recruit some of the other 
girls, but it would take time to feel them out, to explain the situation to 
them. And she knew that that wouldn't be easy to do. And meanwhile, time was 
running out. She knew that she couldn't leave him sitting there stewing for 
too long, or he just might find his way back upstairs and join the party and 
blow the whole thing. 

She was helped by the fact that some of the girls had begun to leave, and 
she figured that the others who hadn't been invited to stay would take their 
cue from them and leave also. But then again, being the perfect hostess, she 
was obliged to remain there and say goodbye to the departing guests, so she 
wasn't able to sneak off with any of the 'friendly' girls to start working 
out her plan. 

Even when the last of the first contingent had left, she still had a bit of 
a problem. She had to get to the few remaining girls without her mother's 
knowledge. But that was only a small problem. The biggest thing was the 
remaining amount of time that she might have left before the boy in the 
basement began to get too restless. She kind of hoped that he would just get 
discouraged and decide to leave by himself, but she doubted that. 

She managed to slip into the basement for a few minutes without anyone 
noticing that she was gone and when she returned, her worst fears had been 
proven true. Rather than being discouraged by the long wait, he was now more 
than ever ready to go. The anticipation had only rebuilt the depleted juices 
inside of him, and he was looking forward to the orgy. All right, Gladys 
thought, he would have his orgy, and when it was over, his two sisters would 
have to carry him home. 

But she still had to decide how to go about it. There was no question in her 
mind that there would have to be two orgies. One would have to take place in 
the bedrooms with her mother and some of the girls, while the other took 
place in the basement. Deciding who was to go upstairs was not difficult, as 
she knew that her mother was interested in the little girl, and naturally 
Helen would have to go along with her little sister. She wanted only 
strangers to take care of Paul. So maybe her mother would be satisfied with 
those two girls, and she could take the other three downstairs. She could 
tell her mother that they were going to use the bedroom in shifts. Some of 
the girls would wait downstairs until the ones upstairs were through. 

She was sure that it would work, but she still had to tell the other three 
girls about what was in store for them, and keep her fingers crossed. She 
lay out her plans, and the first part was accepted. As Karen led Helen and 
Paula up the stairs, Gladys gathered the other three girls around her and 
started to explain the situation to them. It wasn't as difficult as she had 
imagined it would be. Surprisingly enough, they understood what the 
implications would be if they didn't go through with it. 

But that wasn't the main thing that surprised Gladys. It seemed that 
although the girls were all confirmed lesbians, they hadn't completely lost 
interest in boys, and at least one or two of them were actually anxious to 
get on with it. And when she explained to him that the idea was to knock all 
thoughts of sex out of him, preferably without any of them getting fucked, 
they not only agreed that it was a good idea, but she was amazed at how 
eager they were to try out their skills. As she led them down into the 
basement, she began to have misgivings. It looked as if the whole thing 
might backfire. 

Well, it was too late to even think about making any changes in her plans 
now, so she led the giggling file into the basement and turned on the 
lights. And as she saw the look on his face as the four girls approached 
him, she was secretly very pleased. She guessed that it must have been one 
thing to sit there and dream about having a bunch of girls to do with as he 
pleased, but when it came down to it actually happening, it was a slightly 
different story. Four girls weren't really many, but when they confronted 
one young boy with their giggles and laughter and swaying hips, it must have 
appeared to him that he was surrounded by an overwhelming army. 

She smiled to herself as she watched his eyes wide and his mouth drop as he 
stared at the stripping girls. He thought he was a big, virile man, but she 
had a pretty good idea that he was beginning to find out that he was only a 
scared boy. Maybe as far as he went, her plan would work out very well, but 
she wasn't too sure about the girls. She could see the way that they were 
looking at him, and it seemed to her that they were just a little too 
anxious to get at his body. 

When all four girls were completely stripped, he simply stood there and 
stared, and it was obvious that he was really overwhelmed by the sea of 
naked flesh, and Gladys went over to him and started to take his clothes 
off. She was soon joined by several pairs of willing hands, and in a few 
moments, he was naked. And his face turned red as they stood back and looked 
at him and burst out laughing. 

He really did look like a confused boy. His body was big enough, but he 
seemed to have shrunk inside of himself until he looked much smaller than he 
was. He was no longer in his familiar surroundings with his sisters, and all 
his dreams vanished as he found himself standing naked in a strange place 
surrounded by a bunch of naked girls. And his state of mind was obvious to 
the girls, and they just couldn't help themselves. They had to laugh at the 
sight of the little dick that looked as if it was trying to crawl back up 
and hide in his belly. Even his balls were no longer swinging low and fat, 
and all that could be seen was a skinny little meaty sac. 

Gladys was pleased. She joined in the laughter, as she really couldn't help 
it, but a part of her mind was working, and that part was scared. This thing 
could still backfire. They were getting a kick out of his predicament all 
right, and he seemed to be proving to them that boys weren't all that 
dominant and imposing as they tried to make themselves out to be, but as 
they looked over the naked body, they were showing a little more interest in 
it than she would have liked. 

She watched as one of the girls went behind him and began to examine his 
bare ass, possible comparing its merits with that of the female ass, and 
although she couldn't see what the girl was doing back there, it was 
obviously having its effects on him. As the other two girls kneeled in front 
of him and closely examined the limp meat, Gladys could see that it was 
beginning to lose some of its shyness and was starting to take interest in 
the attention that was being afforded it. She could even see the balls 
returning to the empty sac. 

Well, that wasn't the most of her worries now, as she realized that the cock 
would have to get hard and soft many times before they would be able to wear 
him out, but now that he was obviously getting in the mood, she wondered how 
long it would take. If her mother and his sisters got finished before they 
did down there, they were liable to come and find out that another orgy was 
taking place. 

One thing she did know, they were going to have to get on with this and get 
him out of here quickly, and as she started to step forward to get things 
going, she found that her interference might not be necessary after all. His 
hips moved forward and his dick came out almost straight at the same time. 

CHAPTER SIX 

While Helen and Paul and Paula were being entertained at Gladys' house, 
their parents were sitting alone at home, and were glad to be alone at home 
on a Saturday afternoon for a change. It wasn't often that all of the kids 
were gone at the same time, and outside of sneaking a little loving in bed 
at night when everyone was sleeping, this was a rare chance for them. After 
all, they were both still young, only about in the mid-thirties, and they 
were both still attractive, and attracted to each other. And although they 
weren't sure when one or more of the kids would return, they were willing to 
take a chance, just as the kids grabbed their chance when the parents were 
out. 

But they made the mistake of waiting just a little bit too long before 
deciding to go into action, because just about the time they started walking 
up the stairs to the bedroom, a very shaky, and very pooped Paul was making 
his way out of the basement door, leaving behind him a renewed writhing of 
flesh as the girls discovered the lovely Carla in their midst and began to 
gang up in her. Paul just couldn't take any more, and as soon as he saw that 
their attention was turned away from him at least for the present, he took 
the opportunity to scoop up his clothes and he was still zipping his pants 
up as he went out the door. 

Oh, he had enjoyed it all right, even though he had been a little scared at 
first, but how much could a guy take? His balls were already dry before they 
had thrown him down to the floor and that one girl had stuck his dick into 
her mouth, and she had sucked and swallowed so hard that he got another 
involuntary hard-on and his guts hurt like hell as his insides strained to 
produce even one more drop of come. He was ready to run right then if he had 
been able to, but the girl that was sitting on his face had him pinned 
securely to the floor. What Carla had interpreted as a passionate writhing 
of bodies, was in actually just Paul's frantic efforts to escape. 

As he headed up the steps to his front door, he ran his tongue around the 
insides of his mouth. He was trying to get rid of the pungent, lingering 
taste of girl that remained with him. That girl that was sitting on his 
mouth had shot such a load that he thought he was going to drown before she 
finally got off. He never thought a girl could drop a load like that, and he 
still wasn't sure whether it was all come, or whether she had pissed in his 
mouth. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get involved in an orgy like that 
again or not, but one thing he did know was that right now he needed to get 
in his bed. He had a pretty good idea that once had lain down, he'd be lucky 
that his body was able to make it up for breakfast. 

The front door was locked. He guessed that his parents had gone out for 
awhile, but he knew that they wouldn't leave the kids locked out, so he went 
around the house to try the back door. It was open. He went in very quietly 
and silently mounted the stairs and entered his room. Not because he was 
particularly trying to be quiet, but because he was just so pooped that he 
could barely lift his feet anyway. He stripped to his underwear and sank 
softly and gratefully onto his bed and stretched out. He was almost asleep 
when he heard it. 

The parents had closed their bedroom door alright, but figuring that they 
were alone in the house, they made no effort to be quiet. They had no idea 
in the world that their son was laying on his bed right in the next room, 
and the way their voices were raised as they made love, he could hear them 
almost as clearly as if there was no wall separating them. 

It took Paul a couple of minutes to reawaken enough to realize what was 
going on, and when it finally dawned on him that his parents were having sex 
right in the next room, he consciously controlled his breathing and 
movements so that he would not give himself away. His brain was alert now, 
and he wanted to hear everything that went on. His body may have been 
sexually spent, but that didn't affect his mind. He might even learn 
something from them that he could try out on his sister if he ever got back 
the strength to do it. 

The trouble was, by the time he had settled himself down to listen to the 
sounds of the sexy voices, they had faded away into merely unintelligible 
sounds of passionate female moans and male grunts. This would never do. They 
could be doing any of a dozen different things which might cause them to 
emit the same noises, so he couldn't even picture the activities in his 
mind. He knew that he had to see what they were doing, but he also knew that 
it would be very dangerous. He knew that he would be able to see the bed 
very clearly through their keyhole, but the trouble was that they also knew 
that, and usually hung a skirt or something over it. Would it be worthwhile 
taking a chance on sneaking out into the hallway and seeing if the keyhole 
was covered this time? The loudly squeaking bed in the next room made him 
think that it would indeed be worthwhile. 

The way that they were going at it they probably wouldn't have noticed any 
little sounds that he made anyway, but he was especially quiet in his bare 
feet as he made his way down the hall. He had to be quick though, because 
from the sounds of things, it might be all over before he had a chance to 
see anything. He kneeled down in front of the door and put his eye to the 
keyhole. Figuring that no one was home anyway, or possibly in the urgency of 
the heat of passion, they had neglected to cover the keyhole, and Paul could 
feel the ache returning to his groin as he viewed the erotic scene. 

He was looking at the bed from the bottom, and as the keyhole was only 
slightly above the level of the bed, he found himself staring directly into 
his mother's big, round, naked ass. She was on top, and seemed to be fucking 
him, until his eye focused on the center of the action and could see that 
the hard dick was almost stationary and was sliding in and out of her pussy 
as her ass bobbed up and down on top of it. He couldn't see the top part of 
their bodies from his vantage point, but what he could see was enough. He 
already knew that he had something new for him and Helen to try out. 

His father's legs were stretched flat out on the bed and spread just wide 
enough apart so that he could see the huge meaty balls lying between them 
and covering the space leading to the crack of his ass and his asshole. The 
size of the balls astonished him. He had thought that he had a nice sized 
pair, but he had never seen a grown man's nuts before, and he began to 
realize that he wasn't as big as he thought he was. Especially when he took 
note of the immensity of the hard shaft that his mother was impaling herself 
on. Even at it's hardest, it would have made two of his. 

Actually, he was kind of glad now that all he could see was the action from 
the waist down. He couldn't see the faces, so it was as if she was spying on 
a totally strange couple, and he didn't feel as guilty as he might have 
watching his own father and mother fucking. As far as he was concerned, all 
he was seeing was a huge cock ramming into an equally huge hole, and that 
made him start wondering. 

Helen was almost as big as his mother, so how come her hole was so tight 
around his much smaller dick? He wondered what would happen if Helen had a 
piece of meat that size shoved into her. He guessed that as she got older, 
her hole would get bigger, and then he thought about it in reverse. What 
would it be like if he shoved his cock into a hole that size. From the looks 
of it, he'd probably have to stuff his balls in there too in order for her 
to feel anything. But he figured that by the time he .and Helen grew up some 
more, his dick would be that big and her cunt would be that big and they 
would look just like the two on the bed. 

And even though he was watching very carefully, his thoughts had wandered so 
far that as he saw them give a final thrust into each other and then slowly 
pull apart, he almost failed to realize that they were Finished and might be 
coming out the door any second. It wasn't until he saw them getting off the 
bed that he suddenly realized that he better get his little ass out of 
there, and quick. 

He just made it back into his room and had the door shut behind him when he 
heard them come out into the hall. He knew they hadn't had time to get 
dressed, so he figured that they were heading for the bathroom to get 
cleaned up, and, he hoped to have a little more fun. He wanted time to get 
back downstairs and out the back door before they came out, so that he would 
be able to walk in a little while later as innocent as a little lamb. He put 
on his clothes in a hurry and plastered his ear to the inside of his door. 
His room was fairly close to the stairs, and all he would need was a minute 
to get down then and be gone, and when he could make out the sounds of 
muffled laughter which he knew had to be coming from the inside of the 
closed bathroom door, he decided to make his break. 

He couldn't remember whether his own door had been opened or closed when he 
had come in, but there was no time to worry about that now. He just hoped 
that they hadn't noticed either, because he didn't take the time to close it 
once he had peeked out and saw that the coast was clear. He carried his 
shoes in his hand and made a dash for the stairs and found himself in the 
living room and puffing hard as he tiptoed rapidly toward the back door. He 
was just closing the door back softly when he heard the sounds of louder 
voices from upstairs which meant that they were out of the bathroom, and he 
had just made it by the skin of his teeth. 

As he came back around the front of the house and headed down the street, 
figuring to take a slow walk around the whole block before returning home, 
the two parties at Gladys' house were just about on the verge of breaking 
up. The girls in the basement guessed that the one upstairs must have really 
been a beauty, as when they arrived back in the living room, fully dressed, 
they could still hear the sounds of the bed creaking through the ceiling 
right over their heads. They all flopped down on the sofa and chairs to 
catch their breath, and breathe a sigh of relief that they had pulled the 
thing off successfully. Karen wouldn't know anything about Paul being there, 
but they all wondered just what had happened to him. 

Undoubtedly he had sneaked out when Carla had caught their attention, but 
what did that mean? Had Gladys' plan of saturating him with sex until he 
could take no more really worked? It must have, or why would he be so 
desperate to get away that he had to disappear while they weren't looking? 
Truthfully, a couple of the girls had really enjoyed themselves with the 
male body, but not so much that they would want to steady diet of it, or to 
have it interfere with their own fun. They just sat around and listened to 
the music of sex that was emanating through the ceiling from Karen's 
bedroom, and tried to imagine what was going on up there, but although they 
were all curious, not one of them had the ambition left in them to go and 
see. 

It is doubtful that any of them had thought to count the orgasms that they 
had achieved in the basement, but they must have had at least two apiece, 
with the exception of Carla whose insides were now so dry that it seemed to 
be her that she had just one continuous orgasm from the time that the girls 
discovered her sitting on the chair. She had literally been raped silly by 
the four young girls, and after awhile she felt like escaping just as Paul 
had. But she was a little more used to sex, although not strictly this kind, 
and she was game, and she decided to stick it out. Now that it was over, she 
was glad she did, because she knew it wouldn't be long before she would want 
some more, and who'd better to have it with than these delicious, hot 
pussied, young girls. 

Between last night with Karen, and just about all day today with Karen and 
Gladys and the other girls, Carla was beginning to forget that she had a 
husband. She had more orgasms between last night and right now than she had 
in three years of marriage, and though she was almost completely exhausted, 
she wouldn't have missed this for the world. She wasn't aware of the secret 
that was being held back from her by the rather greedy Gladys, but when she 
finally was informed of her problem later on, it probably wouldn't make that 
much difference to her present feelings. She had fallen so much in love with 
these females, that even though she would be able to enjoy her husband's 
attentions, she would never be able to part with the female attentions. She 
would become a perfect bi-sexual. 

But upstairs, right now, it was Helen who was shaking the bed. Where Karen 
had been the bottom half of a sixty-nine position with Paula on top, looking 
into Helen's face as she sucked Karen's clit, the bodies had taken up 
somewhat different positions after Karen had finally poured her remaining 
juice down Helen's throat. 

Karen was kind of reluctant to give up the little pussy and rectum that she 
had her face buried in, because even though her sex juice supply was now 
empty, her mind was still full to the brim with it. But as the bigger girl 
continued to suck on her clit until it was almost hurting, she knew that 
Helen's sex juice supply was not only brim full, but it was affecting the 
sex center in her mind also. That girl on the floor between her legs was so 
hot right now that she just might bite off that little piece of meat. She 
also knew that the little fat wiggling ass that covered her face was burning 
up too, as the little girl was unable to get a proper relief and it was all 
stored up in her belly, so it was up to Karen to figure out what to do about 
it. And with all her experience, it didn't take her long. 

She managed to roll Paula off of her so that she could pull away from Helen, 
and then she quickly got off the bed and bent down behind the still kneeling 
Helen and grabbing her under the arms, lifted her and guided her into the 
position on the bed that she had just been in. She just reversed their 
positions, and Paula, sitting there and watching with wide eyes, immediately 
got the idea, and without having to be helped or told what to do, she 
climbed on top of Helen and snuggled her pussy down into her face. She was 
about to watch a different pair of lips work on a different but more 
familiar cunt. 

And as Karen almost fell in love with the pair of big blue eyes that she was 
looking into as she opened her lips and lowered them onto the excited, 
quivering clit of the little girl's sister, the girls downstairs were 
beginning to come out of their torpor and get a little restless. It was 
getting late in the afternoon, and the exercise had worn off the effects of 
the cake and ice cream of the earlier party, and there was none left, and it 
was supper time and they were getting hungry. And besides, they had about 
all the sex that they could stand for one day, so one by one they began to 
leave for home. 

By the time Karen came down the stairs with Helen and Paula in two, the only 
ones left to greet them were Gladys and Carla. And in a way, Karen was glad 
that the other girls had left, because she was a little pooped herself. As 
they all slumped in various chairs around the room and smiled a sort of 
knowing smile at each other, Karen was secretly hoping that the phone- would 
not ring tonight. She didn't think that she would be able to do any of her 
customers that were desperate enough to call her on a Saturday evening much 
justice. 

As Paul was making the last turn at a corner that would bring him back onto 
his own street, he came face to face with a girl who stopped suddenly and 
put her hand up to her mouth in a gesture of surprise. He passed girls on 
the street every day and none of them had done this before, so it startled 
him just as much as she appeared to be startled. His first thought was that 
maybe he had left his fly open, but a quick glance down his body assured him 
that all was alright, and then he saw that she was looking at his face. 
There wasn't anything wrong with his face, he knew that, and he became 
startled even more when he heard her say it's you. 

He didn't have to think anymore then. It couldn't be anything else but one 
of the girls from the party. There were so many girls there, and such a mass 
of blending flesh that he wouldn't have recognized any of them anyway, but 
he was the only boy, and his features were burned in their minds. They 
didn't remember him from school as Gladys did, and not a single one of them 
gave the slightest bit of thought about suddenly meeting him somewhere 
again. And this girl was out on the street again, and not in a cozy little 
lovenest, and the sight of the boy whose dick she had tried to swallow all 
the way down her throat unnerved her. And as they stood staring at each 
other for a minute, her face turned beet red, and only served to convince 
him that it was indeed one of the party girls. And he was absolutely sure 
that it was one of the basement party girls. 

Paul couldn't remember which one it was, but what difference did it make. If 
he made believe that he remembered her, he figured that he would be able to 
do anything he wanted with her. And although he was still tired and knew 
that he couldn't do much, the picture in his mind of his parents on the bed 
made him want to do something. But the deciding factor, the thing that gave 
him the courage to go ahead, was that there was only one girl this time. He 
was not used to this sort of thing, but at least his mind wasn't boggled by 
the odds that he had faced before. 

And what gave him even more courage, was the fact that the girl just stood 
there, not saying anything, and she seemed more confused and thoughtful than 
he was. Was it possible that she had something in her mind similar to what 
he had in his, or was she just plain frightened. After all, she must live 
around here somewhere, and here she was, face to face with a boy that knew 
all about her, and he obviously lived somewhere nearby. And although he 
didn't know whether it was the girl who ate him, or the one that he had 
eaten, or the one that had stuck her finger up his ass, he simply asked her 
if she wanted to walk along with him. And although they had originally been 
going in opposite directions, she meekly turned around and fell in step 
beside him. 

Outside of her startled look when they first bumped into each other, she 
hadn't as yet said a word. And that encouraged him even more. As they walked 
silently down the street, he couldn't possibly know of the desperate state 
of her mind. She didn't actually have the same thoughts in her mind as he 
did, except in an indirect way. She really was frightened. She didn't want 
any more to do with him, but she knew that she had no choice but to go along 
with anything that he wanted. It wouldn't be possible for her to turn around 
and run home, because all he would have to do was follow her, and he would 
know her name and where she lived. And she knew that a boy that would have 
the nerve to do what he did this afternoon would have the nerve to do most 
anything, including exposing her if she didn't go along with him. And it 
wouldn't do for the town to know that the daughter of a city councilman 
attended lesbian parties. 

As far as she was concerned, whether she liked it or not, he was in full 
charge, and he didn't know the reason for her complete cooperation a" he led 
her straight down the street, past the street that he lived on, and headed 
in the direction of the park. He knew where he was headed for, and his mind 
was actually in a sort of daze as he realized that she was following him 
without question. It was getting dark now, and there wouldn't be many, if 
any people in the park, and he was going to look for the spot where he and 
Paula had left their come spots. It even looked as if there would be some 
new come spots there pretty soon. 

Paul himself could hardly believe what was happening as he glanced at the 
girl walking beside him. He didn't remember her particular body, but he did 
remember that all the bodies that he had seen in the basement were well 
worth seeing again. He knew that the girl was a little older than him, and 
he could now see that she was just about as tall, but that was the 
similarity ended. No boy stuck out that far in front or in back or at the 
sides. She had about the same kind of mouth-watering figure as his sister 
Helen, but this wasn't Helen, and as they approached the spot, he again 
began to get a little nervous. But he was still just as determined. 

As they came to a halt in the little clearing, the girl stood and faced him, 
and she looked just as determined as he was. It was for a different reason, 
of course, but the grim, tight lips disconcerted him a little, and in order 
to keep his mind on the job, he had to look away from her face. He was well 
aware that she was here against her will, but although he didn't know why 
she was going through with it, he knew that he was going to. Even as he 
looked her over, standing there fully dressed, he could feel the rising in 
his pants, and he had an idea. This girl was going to treat him to the sex 
act that he had so recently witnessed. By the time he got to do it with his 
sister, he'd be an expert. 

She had a pretty good idea of what was coming, and she was wondering what 
was taking him so long to get down to business. She didn't realize that the 
sight of her with her pretty dress on was just as exciting to him as if she 
had been nude, and possibly a little more exciting as he was visualizing 
what was under that dress, and knew that he could not only see it, but it 
was all his anytime he was ready. And even though he was still worn out from 
the biggest day of sex that he had yet experienced, he was becoming hotter 
by the second. He didn't know that this was the girl who had sucked his cock 
all the way down her throat, and was expecting to be required to do it 
again. He didn't know that her cunt was still virgin. 

She thought that he had recognized her and liked what she did and wanted 
more, so as he told her to take her clothes off, she at first wondered why 
it would be necessary to get undressed to give him a blow-job, and then when 
she began to realize that was not all he was after, she began to get a 
little concerned. She didn't want to get fucked, in fact she was afraid of 
getting fucked because she knew it was going to be a painful experience, but 
she just gritted her teeth again as she knew that she had no choice in the 
matter. She fleetingly thought of just strangling him and leaving him here 
and running away, but she knew that it would not work out. The best thing to 
do would be to just let him have his way, and she would have plenty of time 
to think of ways to get even with him. 

This girl who had been so eager to get at his body just a couple of hours 
ago, now hated his guts as she unbuttoned her blouse and started to slip it 
off. She was thinking that Gladys' plan had not worked after all, and it 
seemed that all the effort that they had put in to discourage him had only 
turned him into some sort of sex monster. The only thing that sustained her 
as she removed the last of her clothes, was the thought of the upcoming 
revenge. She didn't yet know what it would be, but she knew that when it 
happened, she would enjoy it. 

Actually though, she had very little to worry about. It turned out to be the 
same thing that happened when he was first confronted with the strange girls 
in Gladys' basement. When this pretty girl was finally standing before him 
naked, the throbbing in his pants subsided. His mind was capable of working 
up a million fantasies, but when it came down to the real thing, he was 
nothing but a chicken. If it had been one of his sisters, it would be a 
different story, but although his mind told him that he was ready to go out 
and conquer the world, in reality, his world now consisted of his own 
household. 

Even though the sight of the naked girl in front of him excited his mind, 
and he tried to will himself to take advantage of the situation, he knew 
what was going on inside of his own pants. And the sudden recollection of 
all the girls standing there laughing at him as his dick shriveled up into a 
little nothing made his situation all the more embarrassing. He had to get 
out of it some way without losing his dignity, and he had to do it fast, 
because the girl was looking straight at him and the lips that had formed a 
thin line of resignation and repugnance were now loosening up and beginning 
to form a grin. 

And the grin was beginning to form because she was slowly beginning to 
recognize his problem. She also, suddenly remembered the sight of the naked 
boy as he stared with wide eyes at the sea of female flesh, and she had a 
pretty good idea that now would be the perfect time to get a start on her 
revenge. At this moment, revenge would appear unnecessary, as it didn't seem 
likely that he was going to do anything to her. But revenge in advance might 
insure that there would be no need for it in the future. But she had to be 
careful. She remembered that once the girls started working on him, he 
managed to rise to the occasion. 

She vowed that he would not rise to the occasion this time, and she knew 
just how to make sure of it. The slight flush in his face, and the stupid 
look that appeared on his features told her that this was almost exactly the 
same situation as in the basement. She stood a bare few feet in front of him 
and placed her hands on her naked hips and looked at him, then threw her 
head back and laughed as loud as she could. Her eyes were closed and tears 
were running down her cheeks from laughter that was almost hysterical, but 
she didn't have to look at him to know what was going on. She knew that he 
was ready to run again, but she was not about to let him go just yet. She 
was far from finished. This had to be a once and for all thing, otherwise 
she would never be free. 

She cut her fit of laughing short, though she could have continued it much 
longer, and she lowered her head and looked him right in the eyes. 
Everything was blotted out in his confused mind, and all he could see was 
the sneering, grinning mouth with the red lips that were pulled back so 
tight against the teeth that he could just about see them. He was so 
disconcerted know, that his mind wouldn't even give the message to his legs 
to turn and start running. All he could do was stand there. 

And as almost all of the blood in his body rushed to his head and turned his 
face a deep red, he had no defense against whatever the girl was going to 
do. 

And all she was going to do was compound his misery. He stood stock still as 
the girl moved forward until she was directly in front of him, and then 
watched as her head moved downward out of his line of vision as she sank to 
her knees. He couldn't even get up the courage to look down to see what she 
was doing, but he could feel it alright. She pulled his zipper down, and he 
absently wondered if she could feel the trembling in his legs as she reached 
inside the opening and fumbled around looking for the opening of his under 
shorts. 

He knew what she would find when she finally got through to his flesh, and 
the trembling in his legs took on a more urgent feeling as he tried to tear 
himself from his state of paralysis in order to get his legs moving. He 
couldn't do it in time, and he felt her pulling the little shrunken dick out 
into the open and he almost shed tears on the top of her head as he felt her 
fingers trying to pull the little head out of the shriveled skin and heard 
the laughter building up in her throat again. 

This was the final humiliation. He broke free and started to run, and the 
tears were flowing from his eyes and his little dick was still hanging out 
of his open fly, and as he tore his way blindly through the bushes and 
trees, he could still hear the sounds of the girls deriding laughter echoing 
in his ears. He didn't know it now, but he would hear that sound for a very 
long time to come. He was not a man, he was only a boy, and it wasn't until 
he finally got home and lay sobbing in his bed that he began to realize the 
full implications of what had just happened. 

He could have gotten away with what happened at the basement party, even 
though it had disconcerted him a bit, and still been able to face any of the 
girls, and especially his sisters. And even if he didn't have any more to do 
with the other girls, he would still have his sisters. But he knew damn well 
that this little episode in the park was going to get back to everyone 
concerned, and he was so embarrassed about it that he didn't even know if he 
would be able to face Helen and Paula once the word got to them. 

The only ace in the hole that he had now was knowing what the girls were up 
to, and what good would that do him. He could go ahead and expose them, but 
that would only defeat his original purpose of having them all at his mercy. 
And if he did do that, he knew that his pussy supply would be out entirely, 
including his two sisters. He knew that after this little fiasco he would 
even have a word with his sisters, especially Helen, but eventually he might 
bring them around, and that at least would be something. And what was the 
use of having all those girls at his mercy if he wasn't able to do anything 
to them? He sobbed himself to sleep with still a million questions in his 
mind. 

But the worry in Gladys' mind was resolved at least for the time being, as 
the girl in the park quickly dressed herself and headed back to Gladys' 
house to inform her of the latest developments. And Paul's worst fears were 
realized sooner then he had expected, because Helen and Paula were also 
still there and heard the news first-hand. Paula didn't quite understand 
what it was all about, but she knew that it was something important as she 
saw Helen and Gladys clutch each other and jump up and down as if they were 
doing a funny kind of dance. 

The bigger girls really hadn't deluded themselves into thinking that the 
whole thing was over with, but they knew that a major battle had been won. 
Unless some kind of a miraculous possession took over his mind and body, 
they would know just how to go about bringing him to bay for now on. And 
Gladys had the new strategy mapped out in her mind almost immediately. She 
would see that he was confronted with the same type of situation so often 
that he would not have time to recover from his experiences. She didn't know 
what the end result would be, as he would still be around for years to come, 
but at least it should give them a little respite. Strangling him, as the 
girl had thought about, or throwing him in the river, as Helen had expected 
would happen to her, were not feasible solutions. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next day was Sunday, and Paul's parents were surprised that he elected 
to spend most of the day in bed, only getting up for meals and not eating 
much of them at that. He assured them that he was not sick, even though he 
did look a little green around the gills, so they decided to just let it go 
and see what happened. Helen, of course, knew what his problem was, but she 
had not mentioned it to me, and he wasn't aware that she already knew about 
what happened. If he had known, he wouldn't have been able to eat the little 
food that he did, and his gills would have been even greener. 

Helen had explained the situation to Paula as best as she could, and 
although Paula's mind wasn't enough to grasp the enormity of it, she also 
just took her big sister's advice and kept her mouth shut about the whole 
thing. So while his parents and his sisters sat downstairs, and watched the 
stupid television programs and the even stupider commercials, he just lay in 
his bed with his mind almost blank as he stared up at the ceiling. 

Usually, when he was in bed like this, his hand would wander down and either 
insert itself into the waistband of his pajama bottoms or seek out the 
opening in front and he would fondle the soft pieces of meat until the 
images of naked female bodies that his mind conjured up made it hard. Then, 
the usual procedure would be for the other hand to make a tent out of the 
blankets so that the hand holding the hard-on would have room to manipulate. 
The end result would inevitably be that he would have to sleep only on one 
side of the bed in order to avoid the wet spot. But this time It was not 
that way. 

He consciously avoided even touching that little soft thing that had seemed 
to crawl up into his belly. It had given him enough embarrassment today and 
he didn't even want to know it was there. But he knew that it was not the 
dick's fault, but his own. He was smart enough to know that it was his own 
mind that controlled the actions of his dick, and that was what depressed 
him the most. He didn't seem to know his own mind. His mind seemed to 
function perfectly when he was under the blankets, or even under or on top 
of his sister's blankets. Why did it cease functioning when he was 
confronted with a situation outside of his house? 

A good question. And he was slowly beginning to work toward an answer. One 
rather obvious part of the answer was that he had been sexually drained even 
before he came in contact with the other girls. But he knew that the main 
answer lay right within himself. It was his shyness. His lack of contact 
with girls outside of his own family. Sure, he had seen enough of his 
sister's bodies to know what girls were all about, but they were family, 
they were familiar. Where he wouldn't think anything about wrestling around 
on the floor with one of his sisters, even right in front of his parents, it 
would be an entirely different thing if it was another girl. 

But why? Was it because familiarity breeds contempt? Was it because they 
were all so close and also that he was a boy and they were girls, and girls 
were supposed to be the underdogs? And he had to show his male superiority? 
After all, how often do you see a picture of a naked man in the papers or 
books or magazines? But you can pick up almost any daily newspaper and see a 
picture of a naked or near naked girl, whether it's just a picture of a 
pretty girl in a skimpy bathing suit kissing a guy, or a bra or pantie 
advertisement. He had no doubt that the advertisements were aimed at the 
female, to get them to buy the stuff so that they would look as good as the 
models, but he also knew that they were aimed at the men, because what male 
does not pause in his perusal of a newspaper when he sees a page full of 
female flesh? 

But he realized as the thoughts roamed through his mind that what he was 
thinking about was neither here nor there. His problem was more immediate 
and as he stared at the ceiling with his hands down along his sides, he 
began to see a little glimmer of light appear. He was far from the solution 
of the problem, but he was beginning to get a partial answer to at least one 
part of it. 

Although his thoughts were not enough to make his dick crawl out of its 
hiding place, the very fact that it was in hiding gave him pause to wonder. 
He had had sex with both of his sisters starting early this morning, and 
then had continued it throughout the day. Even if he had the guts to get 
together with a strange girl, it would have been difficult for him to do 
anything. Suppose he had been primed by his sisters, not gone all the way, 
but just primed, and then had walked in on that party, then he wondered 
again. He remembered the sight of all that female flesh that seemed to 
smother him. Would his primed dick have gone down, or would he have been 
able to use it. He reluctantly figured that it probably would have gone down 
anyway, because of the overwhelming odds;. Bust suppose there was only one 
girl? 

This was not a definite thought but a constructive thought. Suppose he had 
been fooling around with his sisters and had not been previously drained and 
then had run into that girl on the street? He knew that he had the feeling 
in his pants all the way up into the park. Would it have made any difference 
if he had not been so tired? And if he had been just . recently agitated by 
his sisters' bodies? Or would his stupid mind have taken over and negated 
the whole build-up and turned his dick into a shriveled up snail anyway? The 
only way to find out would be to do it, but how? 

There was no way of telling when he would run into one of the other girls 
again, so how was he to tell when it was time to get good and hot? And the 
worst part of it was, how could he even face the other girls again after 
what happened in the park if he couldn't even face his own sisters? And he 
wasn't even sure that they knew anything about it yet. He knew that it would 
boil down to a case of mind over matter, but even though he was desperately 
sex conscious, how could a fourteen-year-old boy learn to control his shy 
mind. Maybe it would just come to him as a matter of course and then again 
maybe not,-after all the frustrating experiences that he had been through 
this day. 

Only sheer exhaustion led him into dreamland, and his dreams wouldn't be 
very good tonight. It had been a frustrating and most of all, a very 
embarrassing day, and it would take him a long time to get over it. He had 
formulated the germ of a plan to get back at the girls, but he had little 
hopes of it really working and as he dozed off to sleep, he could still hear 
the ringing of the girlish laughter in his ears, but pretty soon it faded 
down so that there was only one girl laughing. And in a minute she faded 
away into the darkening greenery of the park and he was all by himself in a 
comfortable cloud of blankets. Somewhere in the distance, he could see his 
sisters waiting for him when school was out tomorrow. 

The night's sleep did him a world of good. 

He was so spent and exhausted when he finally did fall asleep last night 
that he woke up and found himself lying in almost the exact same position, 
and if he had dreamed at all, he couldn't remember it. It seemed as if he 
had just closed his eyes when he heard his mother yelling that it was time 
for him to get up, but he did feel very much better. The sun was already up, 
and the brightness of the day lifted his spirits quite a bit. The events of 
Saturday didn't seem all that important now, but somehow he knew that they 
were. He had a lot of thinking and planning to do and now that his mind was 
fresh and clear, he knew that he would be able to work things out. 

Everyone was surprised at the change in him as he came down the stairs 
bright and cheerful and put away a hearty breakfast. It was quite a change 
from his sullen mood of yesterday. And he even walked to school in a quite 
cheerful manner with his older sister, and this in itself made her feel that 
something was wrong. There was no mention of the orgy or anything else 
concerning sex, almost as if it had never actually happened, and Helen was 
too confused to bring the subject up herself. She was afraid that things had 
not gone as well as the girls thought it had, because unless he had some 
devilish scheme in his mind, he shouldn't be acting as bright and happy as 
he was. 

But as the day drew on, his happiness began to fade a little. He didn't do 
very well in class because his mind was on more immediate problems, and he 
couldn't come up with an answer. Mainly because he was unable to really 
define the problem. He wanted to test his theory about being able to make 
out with any of the girls if he wasn't in the right mood and condition for 
it, but how was he to know just when the proper situation would arise again? 
He wouldn't even be able to recognize any of the girls if he met them face 
to face, the same as he didn't recognize the girl that he had met on the 
street Saturday. 

As a matter of fact, he didn't even think that he would recognize her again. 
He remembered that she was fairly pretty, but her features escaped him. He 
had been so tired and confused that he didn't even think to take a good look 
at her face. At the time, all he was thinking about was her body and when he 
finally got to have a good look at her body, the balloon burst and all he 
could recall right now was the sight of her wide open mouth as she threw 
back her head and laughed at him. And as he thought about that, he could 
feel a flush coming over his face and neck again, and inside of him, he 
could feel a little creeping doubt coming over him. 

But as he found himself back out in the bright sunshine on his way home from 
school, he managed to shake his head and clear the unwanted thoughts from 
his mind. Now was not the time to dwell in the past. Now was the time to 
make plans for the future that would erase the mistakes of the past. And 
although it wasn't too long a walk home, he found that his head was again 
clear enough so that he could make at least a tentative plan. And by the 
time he got home, he was smiling again. What he was smiling about would only 
serve to confuse his sisters more. Especially Helen. He had decided to leave 
them strictly alone. He himself didn't care too much for the idea, but the 
idea was that if he left his dick strictly alone also for a long enough 
time, he didn't think he'd have any trouble raising a hard-on when the time 
came. He only wished that he knew how long it would be before the time came. 
If it took too long, the sight of the available bodies of his sisters 
parading around in front of him would only cause him to be walking around 
the house all day with a hard-on. 

But Gladys was also finalizing her own plans for him and although he didn't 
know it now, he wouldn't be walking around with a hard-on very long. In 
fact, for much less time than he had even considered. Because even while he 
was doing his homework .after supper that very night, Gladys was on the 
phone talking to one of the girls. Not the girl that he had taken to the 
park, as she wanted to keep him jumping and confused. She wanted him to be 
confronted with a different girl and a different situation each time, and 
she wanted each situation to wind up the same as the one in the park had. Of 
course she didn't know that he had plans of his own, so she couldn't know 
that each of the plans would sort of negate each other. 

Her first step was to line up a girl who was willing to be the next 
'victim.' They made no definite plan of attack, but all she wanted to do was 
make sure the girl would be available when the time came. And the girl she 
called, the one who had stood in back of Paul and fucked him in the ass with 
her finger, and whom Gladys later wrestled with on the couch, was more than 
willing to comply. The next step was to get in touch with Helen to see if 
they could work out a time and place for her brother to meet this girl, 
apparently by 'accident.' The only problem that Gladys would have to cope 
with was one she hadn't thought about. She assumed that Paul would know all 
these girls when he saw them and she was counting on his surprise at running 
into them so often. 

Helen thought highly of Gladys' idea, and also informed her of her concern 
over the unexpectedly happy mood that Paul was in, but Gladys, although it 
confused her a bit also, didn't think too much of it. She was determined to 
go ahead with her counterattack, and it was just the following evening when 
she received a call from Helen that allowed her to put her plans into 
action. Paul was going out and they had a pretty good idea where he would 
be. 

Paul had gotten tired of looking at his sister's bodies and not being able 
to do anything about them and by now, even when he looked at his parents, he 
could picture them fucking in bed, so he simply said that he was going to 
take a walk. A few seemingly innocent questions from Helen elicited the 
information that he didn't know for sure, but he would probably take a walk 
through the park and no thank you, he didn't want any company. He hadn't 
been gone from the house more than a few minutes, when the girl with the 
finger got the message, and she was out of her own house and headed for the 
park also. 

Paul couldn't make up his mind at first whether he should head for the malt 
shop to mingle with the gang, or go ahead and take a walk in the park, but 
it didn't take him long to make up his mind as he decided that he would 
rather be alone so that he could think. So he had just barely entered the 
park, when the girl, who lived even closer to it than him, walked in right 
behind him. There were several paths running in kind of circles something 
like a clover leaf that covered the main part of the park and off on all 
sides were the trees and bushes where families held their picnics or just 
plain relaxed on the grass. However, those sort of things were carried out 
mainly during the day on weekends, and at this time of the evening on a 
weekday, very few if any people were about. 

Therefore, it was easy for the girl to spot the lone figure slowly wending 
his way up the main path that led to the end of the park overlooking the 
river. Another more circular path led into the one he was on right near the 
end of it, and she had to run to make sure that she would intercept him 
before he disappeared into the trees. And it was a good thing that his mind 
was a million miles away, or he would have seen the girl that was catching 
up so fast on a path that was almost parallel to his and suspected that 
something was up. As it worked out, she reached the end of her path before 
he did, and as she turned down into his direction, he again found himself 
face to face with a surprised girl. 

And as she looked at him with an astonished look on her face, he knew almost 
immediately that this was what he had been preparing himself for. He never 
stopped to think about how astonishing a coincidence it was that they should 
meet here in the park, just the two of them, but the way she looked at him, 
he just knew that it had to be one of 'the girls.' He had let his dick alone 
for almost three days now and he was satisfied to feel the stirring in his 
pants as the girl confirmed his thoughts. She went into her act almost like 
a professional. She didn't realize that he didn't recognize her face, but 
she knew his well enough, and she was almost sobbing when she asked him to 
please not give her away. And when she said that she would do anything if he 
would preserve her little secret, his cock got so hard that his mind wasn't 
working as clearly as it had been and he had no idea that he was walking 
into a trap. 

But he was confident now. The feel of the meat pressing against the inside 
of his pants gave him more confidence than he had ever had. Another factor 
was the growing darkness. He might have been a little less confident in 
broad daylight, but the dimness gave it the feeling of a sort of dream, and 
in the dimness, the girl was almost as vague as the girls he had thought 
about as he jerked off in his own bed. But even though the whole thing had a 
sort of dream-like quality, he was well aware that it was real, and that 
made it all the better. 

The girl herself knew what her function was in being here in the first 
place, and she was prepared to carry out her part of the act to its fullest 
and when this handsome boy told her that he had some idea of what she could 
do to make him keep his mouth shut, she followed as meekly as a lamb. When 
they got into the privacy of the bushes, she was ready to throw back her 
head and laugh as she saw the little shriveled dick. But then again she was 
thinking that he was indeed a good-looking boy and she also didn't know that 
the dick was no longer shriveled. 

He brought her to the same spot that he had brought the other girl, and he 
started off the same way by ordering her to strip. Only this time, he was 
determined that this encounter would not be a fiasco. And the feeling in his 
body as he watched her take her clothes off, and the feeling in his pants 
told him that this time was going to be it. And regardless of what she was 
supposed to do, as she finally slipped her panties off over her shoes and 
stood there naked looking at the boy, the girl began to have a funny feeling 
inside of her that seemed to tell her also that this was going to be it. 

She was also a virgin as far as having sex with boys was concerned, but she 
had played with herself so much and stuck so many things into her hole that 
she was not actually cherry. When she was left alone in the house, she 
enjoyed taking a frankfurter out of the refrigerator and warming it a little 
in the oven and bringing it upstairs to her bedroom and fucking herself with 
it. She had tried shoving everything else that she could think of up her 
cunt, like narrow-necked bottles and thin cucumbers and even broom or mop 
handles, but they were too hard and irritating to her sensitive vagina. The 
frankfurter, although it was a little too soft and bendable, felt good to 
her. It felt more like what she imagined a boy's cock would feel like. But 
up until the time she had seen Paul naked in Gladys' basement, she was 
content to just play with herself and think about boys. Girls were her first 
love. Gladys had instilled that feeling in her. 

So as she watched Paul begin to take off his clothes after he had thoroughly 
looked over her body, and evidently approved of it, she had made up her mind 
that even if his dick was small, she would make it big. And she would keep 
at him until she made it small again. She had completely forgotten about how 
she was supposed to laugh at him. And when he dropped his pants to the 
ground and she saw that big frankfurter sticking straight out, she forgot 
about everything. 

When they were in the basement of Gladys' house, she was still more 
interested in girls than anything else, and that was why she had gone around 
to the back of him. Just as Gladys had surmised, she was interested in 
comparing the male body to the female, and when she had examined the smooth, 
round, young boy's ass, she found the comparison favorable. A little less 
meat than a girl would have on her buttocks, but still just as delicious. 
And that was when she couldn't help herself from wanting to find out if it 
felt the same on the inside. 

Right now, as she stared open-mouthed at that hard meat, Gladys' plans 
completely left her mind, and she had no idea what Paul's plans were, but 
she began to have plans of her own. Her plans involved making that big meat 
stick get small again, but not in the way that Gladys had in mind, and 
Paul's hard-on got even harder as he saw the girl advance toward him and 
fall on her knees. It wasn't what he had in mind for her, but he wasn't 
about to spoil anything by opening his mouth. It was her that was opening 
her mouth at this time, and she wasn't opening it to talk. 

The warm, wet, delicious feeling as her lips slid up his shaft and the cock 
head slipped past her teeth and tongue was almost too much for Paul. He 
hadn't shot his load in several days and just the idea of what was happening 
to him was enough to make his groin start to contract. He was going to shoot 
his load long before he wanted to, but if the relationship kept up this way, 
he wasn't too much worried about it, he would still have plenty more to give 
her. And the way she was working on him, he would probably be ready to 
several more times before this little deal was over with. 

She had never tasted a boy's load before, but she was not unused to having a 
mouthful of come, so it came as really no surprise to her when she suddenly 
felt her mouth filling up. Actually, the only surprise she had was that it 
had happened so soon. She had wanted it to linger awhile, as she was just 
beginning to enjoy the taste of the boy meat in her mouth, and her own belly 
was beginning to truly get her in the mood for the project. The only thing 
that worried her, was that she did want to feel a real dick in her cunt, and 
although she didn't know too much about the workings of a boy's body, she 
figured that it would be somewhat similar to that of a girl's and when he 
had shot his load, he would lose interest. She didn't know Paul. What she 
had done to him was only the entree, and he was all ready for the main 
course. 

And it would have made him even more delighted if he knew how she felt as 
she watched him lie on his back in the grass with the 'frankfurter' still 
sticking straight up in the air like the mast on a tall ship as he beckoned 
to her to come to him. Somehow, she knew just what to do. 

She stood over him, straddling his body, for only a few seconds as she 
surveyed the situation, and then she slowly sank to her knees keeping a 
close watch all the time to make sure that her pussy was directly above the 
target. When contact seemed imminent, she leaned forward and propped herself 
up with one hand as she reached down between them and took hold of his dick 
with the other hand and guided into the proper position. His dick was still 
wet from her mouth and her sex center had caused her vagina to lubricate 
itself enough anyway, so that there was no problem at all. It was as if she 
had done this a hundred times before as she let go of the hard meat and sank 
slowly onto it and felt it slipping deliciously inside of her. 

Paul was used to the way a vagina felt by now, but this was something 
different. Not only was it different because of the new position, which made 
it seem even more sexy, but also, this wasn't his sister, it was the first 
strange pussy he had, and that added to the complete thrill of it. And above 
all, he now knew that he could do it. All the frustrations of the past few 
days were gone from his mind and he just settled back and enjoyed the 
feeling as he felt his cock slide deeper into the warm, engulfing interior 
of the girl's body. 

And as she leaned forward over him until he could feel her tits pressing 
against his chest and feel her warm breath on his check as she snuggled her 
face next to his, he put his arms around the smooth bare flesh of her back 
and hugged her tighter against him. His mind was beginning to become a 
little clouded with sex, but somewhere in his head he was absently conjuring 
up a picture of the scene that he had witnessed in his parents' bedroom. As 
the girl finally lowered herself until she had absorbed the entire length of 
his meat, it was almost as if he was standing behind them and watching the 
action. He could picture her bare ass moving up and down, and could see his 
hard cock moving in and out of it. He could even see his balls hanging down 
and covering the crack of his ass. 

And the girl was breathing heavy already, not only because of the heat that 
had already permeated her body, but because she was beginning to really feel 
the difference between a frankfurter and a real cock. While she slowly 
bobbed her ass up and down and moved her hips in an effort to get into the 
most satisfying position, she was making up her mind from now on, the hot 
dogs were going to remain in the refrigerator. 

This was not only bigger and better, but the tender walls of her vagina 
could actually feel the pulsating of the live meat as it rubbed smoothly and 
wonderfully against them. The bigness of it stretched her hymen a little 
more than it was already stretched, and although it did give her a slight 
feeling of pain, the pain emanating from the rim of her opening only mingled 
with the exquisite feeling inside of her and sent shots of sparks through 
her body that just gave more lift to the essence of pure passion that 
pervaded her. Her passion was like the sereneness of a velvety night sky, 
and the thrills of pain were like watching a brilliant burst of fireworks 
illuminating the darkness and turning it into a thing of beauty. 

As much as he was enjoying it, he was not ready to come yet and really 
wanted this moment to linger on and on, but the passion in the hot body 
above him dictated a quick end to it for both of them. As soon as she had 
settled herself into the most satisfying position, the girl's emotions took 
over control and soon her ass was bobbing up and down with greater and 
greater velocity as she tried to ram that wonderful meat deeper into her 
body. It already felt as if it had displaced her entire insides and her 
outer flesh contained nothing but one huge cock, but she wanted more. She 
wanted that cock to burst right through her skin and explode her into a 
million pieces so that her whole being could join the exploding fireworks in 
the sky. 

She rammed her crotch into his for the final time, and as she let out a 
piercing scream that seemed to explode inside his head, he sent another load 
of hot come into her that seemed to cut the scream short as her whole 
insides felt as though they were being inundated. 

She was no longer Gladys' girl as she lay there on top of him and clutched 
him so tightly that neither one of them could breathe for a few seconds. She 
could still feel the hard cock inside of her and perhaps she was even more 
aware of it now that her passion had subsided somewhat, and she could 
actually feel the wetness that the boy had deposited in her body. And she 
was still reluctant to let him loose when she felt him pushing her up so 
that he could get the weight off him and breathe properly again. If it 
wasn't for the necessity of breathing, he would have been content to spend 
the rest of the night in this position. 

Gladys would have fumed if she had known how her carefully laid plans had 
worked out. 

Rather than discouraging him, as they got dressed, they made plans for a 
future meeting. Oh, the girl would not give up her good times with Gladys 
and the other girls, that was too deeply ingrained, but now she had found 
another source of pleasure. What was wrong with having both? But as she 
buttoned up her blouse, she knew that there was one thing wrong. If Gladys 
ever found out what had happened this night, that her little plan had turned 
into a complete routine, there would be hell to pay. She had to let Paul in 
on it. 

It was real dark as they strolled slowly down the path to the park exit and 
there was still not a soul in sight. Paul was thankful for that as he 
recalled the shattering scream that the girl had let out as she came. In 
fact, he still had a ringing noise in the inside of his head from it. If 
anybody else had heard it, she would probably have called the police, 
thinking that somebody was being murdered. He was thankful that his sister 
Helen was not such a loud comer, as their affairs would not only be brought 
to the attention of their parents, but it would probably bring down the 
plaster on the ceiling as well. 

But what really intrigued him was what she was talking about as they walked. 
It took a little while for it to sink in, but by the time they reached the 
exit, he was smiling to himself. Now he knew all about Gladys' plans, and 
while he didn't really blame her, because he was beginning to understand 
her, he would be able to plan a counter-offensive. As long as this girl 
thought the way she did, he could be pretty sure that she would keep her 
mouth closed so as not to get on the wrong side of Gladys. She wanted more, 
and he was willing to give it to her, but now, at least he was alerted to 
the fact that there would be other girls that he would 'accidentally' 
encounter. And though they may not turn out to be like this girl, at least 
he would be prepared for it. And Gladys, totally ignorant of the fact that 
her ideas had gone completely astray in the park, had decided to pay a call 
on Carla. Her mother had approved of the idea, as they both had decided that 
it would be up to Gladys to inform Carla about her enclosed clit and the 
party had gotten so out of hand that the intended information had not been 
imparted to Carla, they figured that this might be the best time to do it. 
But when Gladys arrived at Carla's house, she found that it might not be the 
best time, as Carla's husband had returned home. 

Gladys found that although Carla was glad to see her, she gave the 
impression that she was not exactly welcome. And who could blame her? It was 
the first time in several weeks that Carla had seen her husband. But when 
Gladys whispered to her at the door that she had something very important to 
tell her, and that they should be alone to discuss it, Carla let her in and 
after a brief introduction which led the husband to believe that Gladys was 
merely one of the new neighbors that Carla had met, Carla led Gladys up the 
stairs to her bedroom. 

While they were on the way up, Gladys fleetingly thought that Carla's 
husband wasn't too bad at that. He couldn't have been more than a year or so 
older than Carla, and he was really nice-looking. He wasn't like those 
immature boys that she had to put up with every day at school, but he was 
still young enough and had that mature sophistication of a man. Like it or 
not, she was interested but she put it out of her mind as she and Carla 
entered the bedroom and closed the door behind them. 

Carla was very much surprised when the first thing that Gladys told her was 
to take off her panties. Carla was interested in this lovely girl's 
attentions, that was for sure, but now she had her husband home, at least 
for a while, and she wanted to bestow her attentions on him. She had a hard 
enough time as it was to make it look as if she was satisfying him without 
having her passions drained in advance. And it came as not exactly a shock, 
but an incredible surprise as Gladys merely bent down before her and 
separated her pussy lips and exposed her clit and began to tell her all 
about it. 

Gladys confessed that her mother had discovered Carla's problem the first 
time she had met her and had told her about it and that for their own 
selfish reasons, they had failed to inform Carla. She told her that she and 
her mother had intended to tell her about it the night of the party, but as 
things sort of got out of hand, it had been overlooked. And Gladys also 
confessed that she liked Carla the way she was, because it took a longer, 
more exciting time before the climax came. 

Even though Carla was somewhat unbelieving of the news that was suddenly 
presented to her, she was forced to believe her own eyes as Gladys released 
her rather unresponding clit and stood up in front of her and reached up 
under her dress and pulled down her own panties and kicked them off her 
feet. She stared wide-eyed at Gladys' crotch as Gladys pulled her dress up 
around her waist and tucked it in so that the bottom half of her was 
deliciously naked, and Carla's eyes opened even wider as she saw what Gladys 
did next. 

There was no shame in Gladys. She merely placed both of her hands on her 
crotch and spread the fat outer pussy lips apart in order to expose her 
clit, and although Carla had gone so far as to eat several pussies, she was 
surprised to see the little red knob that stood out so prominently as Gladys 
drew the skin back from it. Carla had never been able to do that, and up 
until now, she didn't know that it could be done. And as she leaned forward 
to closely examine the little foreign object, Gladys was explaining to her 
that she had one also and that it was the seat of all her problems. 

The clouds seemed to open in Carla's mind and she could see a ray of 
sunshine coming through, as Gladys told her that it would be easy to expose 
her own clit and satisfy both her husband and herself. But Gladys still had 
the vision of the husband in her mind and she was wondering whether she 
should attach some strings to the information that she had given Carla. What 
was happening to her? She was definitely not interested in boys, but could 
it be that she was interested in men? No, it couldn't be. She was not 
brought up that way. But then why did that good-looking man downstairs 
remain in her mind as she was showing her hard clit to his wife? Would she 
feel just as much at ease if she was showing it to him? She thought that 
maybe she would as she felt Carla's fingers replacing hers as they pulled 
back the skin and she could feel Carla's breath on her exposed clit as she 
bent forward to examine it. 

What an examination this would be! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Gladys was hot. That was all there was to it. And the heat in her body, and 
the proximity of Carla's lips to her pussy started to cause all sorts of 
weird ideas to flow through her head. The ideas wouldn't have been weird to 
most other girls, but to Gladys, it was shocking that she should even think 
about them. As she reached down and took hold of Carla's head and pressed it 
up against her crotch and felt the eager lips close around her clit, she 
thought again of the man on the couch downstairs and as Carla moved down 
further and she felt the hot tongue slipping into her vagina, she wondered 
just how it would feel if that were a big cock instead of a tongue. 

The fire in her belly made up her mind for her and she gently pushed Carla's 
head away from her. She didn't want to come now, as she was afraid that if 
her passion was diminished, she would lose her nerve and she would need 
plenty of nerve for what she had in mind. And although Carla couldn't 
believe her ears at first, she also was hot enough to think that it was an 
interesting idea. 

She didn't delude herself into thinking that her husband was any kind of an 
angel and she had little doubt that he was getting a little pussy on the 
side when he was out on the road for long periods. Especially with the 
unsatisfying love life that they had been leading up to now. And after all, 
she had been doing a little cheating herself, hadn't she? Maybe not the same 
kind that he was doing, but it still amounted to more or less the same 
thing. 

She decided to go along with it. Even if she was wrong, and her husband 
hadn't been cheating, what man could resist the chance to fuck a beauty like 
Gladys. Especially if he had his wife's blessings. And what made the 
situation even more intriguing, was that she knew that Gladys was a virgin, 
and she thought it might be fun to watch her squirming on the end of a long 
cock. And she knew from experience that her husband had a better than 
average one. And also, somewhere in the back of her mind she felt that she 
would be repaying both Karen and Gladys for holding back on the information 
that could have led to a better sex life, and using her to their own 
advantage. Not that she really minded it so much, as she had come to like it 
and would still depend on their attention when her husband went away again. 

She told Gladys to wait in the bedroom and just sit tight while she went 
down and talked it over with him. She told Gladys that she didn't anticipate 
any problems with him, but one never knew, and she wanted to be alone with 
him when she broached the subject. And when Carla left the room, Gladys 
could feel her passion slowly draining from her and with them her nerve was 
beginning to leave also. She new that in order to maintain an adequate level 
of willingness, she had to maintain an adequate level of heat in her belly, 
so she lay back on the bed and opened her legs and started to manipulate her 
clit again. 

It worked wonders. Although she was still nervous and apprehensive, she 
could feel the fire in her furnace returning to the proper temperature, but 
she had to be careful to keep it from going too high because if she shot her 
load before he came up to her, the whole thing would turn out to be an 
embarrassing disaster. She played for awhile and relaxed for awhile and 
wondered how things were going downstairs. It seemed to be taking forever, 
even though it had only been a few minutes. 

Downstairs, things weren't going as smoothly as had been expected. It was 
not that Carla's husband wasn't willing, but the whole thing took him 
completely by surprise and he was a little bit suspicious. He could picture 
a private detective with a camera waiting to bust into the room to record it 
on film just about the time that he was balls deep in a pussy other than his 
wife's. But he couldn't imagine why she would do a thing like that and that 
was what saved the whole thing as he listened closely to her explanation. 

Carla hadn't intended to tell him about her lesbian activities, but when he 
sensed that his reluctance only stemmed from his suspicions of some kind of 
a trap, she had to come out with the whole sordid story. Naturally, she was 
worried about how he would take it, but as he listened, and obviously 
believed her, she was relieved as he just put his head back and started to 
laugh. He figured that the whole thing was so ridiculous that it just had to 
be true. He knew that his wife was not capable of making up a story like 
that. 

Her lesbian activities didn't bother him a bit. In fact, it made him feel 
much relieved. He had been picturing her in bed with all different kinds of 
men while he left her alone for such long periods of time and he actually 
felt better knowing that she had been sharing her bed with other females. In 
fact, he realized that his mind would be very much relieved now when he was 
out on the road. He wouldn't have to worry about finding a pregnant wife 
when he came home, and wondering if it was his. And what pleased him even 
more, was finding out what the cause of their sexual frustrations was, and 
the fact that from now on, things would be better. And besides having better 
relationships with his wife, he wouldn't mind at all if it turned out to be 
a three-way deal with that nice-looking thing that was waiting upstairs. Oh, 
he hadn't missed a bit of it when Gladys came into the house. The round, 
firm tits, the perky ass, the whole magnificent figure. Yes, he was ready. 

He followed Carla up the stairs, and even before they reached the landing 
his dick was at action stations. Whether it was by oversight, or by design, 
Carla neglected to tell him that this was a cherry girl that he was about to 
deal with. It may have been an oversight at first, but Carla remembered it 
as they were about to enter the room, and she decided to keep her mouth 
shut. She gleefully thought that it might be more fun this way. And when 
Carla opened the door, she took Gladys by surprise and Carla's husband was 
treated to a view of a pretty young girl lying sprawled out on the bed 
playing with herself. 

The conversation with her husband, and the thought of what was to come had 
caused the heat in Carla's innards to remain at a pleasant, constant level, 
so she only smiled, more or less to herself, as she looked into the open 
pussy and saw the busily working fingers. She knew that Gladys had been so 
intent on preparing herself for this that she had not heard them coming up 
the stairs. Well, that was all the better. They were both ready to go and 
they were both in for a surprise. Her husband, when he found that he was 
encountering an unexpected resistance from a hymen that he probably thought 
had been stretched a long time ago and Gladys, who had most likely forgotten 
all about the fact that she was a virgin and expected nothing but a fun 
time. Carla had an idea that she was the only one who was going to have any 
real fun out of this. 

Gladys jumped up and stood by the side of the bed and was demurely smoothing 
her skirt down over her hips and looked more like a naughty child that has 
been caught in the act than like a big lesbian that was anxious for her 
first fuck. Even though she had been waiting impatiently for this encounter, 
when it finally did come, she had to look at Carla questioningly and 
confusedly because she just didn't know what to do next. But when it came to 
this part of the game, both Carla and her husband were experts. While her 
husband stood to one side removing clothes and grinning with unconcealed 
delight at the thought of the upcoming sex bout, Carla walked calmly over to 
Gladys and started to help her take her clothes off. 

She stripped Gladys down to her socks and then stopped. Somehow, he looked 
more sexy with the light pink socks that extended just a couple of inches 
above the ankles. It made her look more naked somehow and besides as far as 
Carla was concerned, no one had sexy feet. She simply whispered quietly to 
her to lie back down on the bed with her legs spread just as she had been 
doing when she was fingering herself and she would take care of the rest. 

Carla had the presence of mind to know that a little more lubrication 
wouldn't hurt and as she turned to locate a jar of vaseline in order to rub 
some into the cherry cunt, she saw that her husband was undressed and more 
than ready to go into action. She knew that he must have been watching her 
undress Gladys, and that hunk of meat between his legs was even more 
enormous than she had remembered it. it was not only sticking straight out, 
but it was so hard that it was pointing almost straight up his belly. She 
had to turn her face away. When Gladys got this, it would either turn her 
away from men for all time, or it would make her forget all about girls. She 
couldn't wait to see which. 

She quickly grabbed the vaseline jar off her dresser and just about made it 
back to the bed in time before he had a chance to climb onto it. They may 
have wondered what she was doing as she smeared a whole handful of the 
greasy stuff into Gladys' pussy, but neither one of them were rational 
enough to question her. To him, the jelly only made the pussy more 
glistening and more inviting, and to her, it gave her pussy a cooler, 
smoother feeling, and seemed to take away the doubts that she was beginning 
to form in her mind as she saw the huge, throbbing piece of meat approaching 
her. And it didn't even dawn on him that this was neophyte from the way that 
she was lying there without making any effort to assist him in the entrance. 


THE END
