Sweet Hot Pants Nympho
by Jean Hopper


FOREWORD 

It was Carly 's first day in the girls' reformatory. She had just been given 
a cold shower to make sure that she had no lice. 

Naked and shivering, she was brought out and started to dress in front of 
her new roommates. 

"Hey, Toni, she's a real young one. Not a drop of hair on her pussy! 
Mmmmmm!" 

"Dig them little titties, Mikki. Man, I'm gonna love having her little 
tongue in my twat!" 

"You fucking bull-dykes got another thing coming if you think I'm gonna 
touch your ugly cunts!!" Carly yelled as she dabbed her sleek little body 
with a towel. "You all better be careful of me! I'm as hard as fucking 
nails!" the ninety pound ragamuffin added, and glared at eighteen-year-old 
Toni, the biggest one of them. 

The next thing Carly knew, she found her face stuffed into the hairy delta 
of Toni, her hands twisted behind her back by two other girls, while she was 
forced to her knees. 

"EAT!!!" Tony demanded with a good grip on Carly's silky blonde hair. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Carly Clinton tossed and turned in her bed. Her anguished sleep was 
complicated by the noises coming from her father's bedroom in their three 
room apartment in Flatbush. 

The small seven year old child had an idea what the noises might be, but she 
hoped that she was wrong. 

"Daddy, daddy," she yelled. 

Nothing happened. She yelled louder. 

Still nothing. 

Carly had never known her mother who died in childbirth when Carly was born 
in 1954. Carly was an only child. Her father, Lou, had brought a number of 
women home, and Carly would always ask, "Are you going to be my new mommy?" 

Her father finally had to explain to her that if she wanted a new mommy, she 
would have to behave like a good little girl because a lot of women who 
liked him would get discouraged if they saw a wild little kid. Carly's 
confused emotions and seven year old thoughts took the death of her mother 
to be a sign of rejection, and she lavished all of her affection on her 
father. However, her father was not really the type who knew how to amuse a 
seven year old girl. He had slipped on a few occasions, and confided to 
Carly that he had hoped for a son. Lou Clinton brushed off the little slips 
of his confessions to her quite easily, thinking that it had no effect on 
Carly. However, Carly was indeed affected by it. Even when he was with her, 
Carly was able to sense that he was not satisfied with her because she had 
been born a girl. 

Carly felt that she should learn all of the boy's games that they played in 
front of her house, such as tag, and ring-a-leevio. She shunned girl's games 
such as jacks and jump-rope, becoming a little tom-boy to suit her father. 

However, it was still not enough, as her father had told her. "You're a 
girl, Carly, so try to act like one, and stop playing with boys. Wear 
dresses and play with the girls." 

"I hate dresses," she replied, only to receive a terrible spanking and was 
stripped naked by her father and had a dress put on her, her little behind 
still sore. 

As she lay in her bed, she reflected on those moments. Her pink, daisy 
covered pajamas gave her some comfort from the flannel material, and the toy 
baseball glove also served as a kind of a teething ring for her. 

She put her hands between her thin legs and curled up, not able to attract 
her father's attention. She knew that there was a woman in the bedroom with 
him. She heard various moans and some laughing. 

Carly knew what they were doing. They were telling jokes to each other and 
maybe even kissing if the joke was funny enough, and they were probably 
holding hands, too, she knew. 

I didn't mean to kill Mommy, Carly said to herself, something else she 
interpreted as her fault, and something which her father had blamed her for. 

"I'll see if I can talk the brat into staying by herself for the weekend, 
Jim. Man, that hunting upstate is good this time of year.... 

"Bill, I'll be frank with you. Of course, I wished it was Carly and not 
Hallie that was taken from me. Your sister and I were deeply in love." 

Carly was remembering some phone conversations she had eavesdropped in on 
her father, one with his friend and another with her Uncle Bill. Those words 
still stung her ears, words she would remember the rest of her life. 

"It was like she wanted to die, Mom, and leave me with the kid, as if she 
wanted to carry out her threat not to have her in the first place," she 
heard her father tell her grandmother on another occasion. 

Carly's fertile, but jumbled imagination and mind had taken all of those 
things to mean a total rejection of herself by her parents. Her powers of 
reasoning were unable to handle those traumas efficiently, as if there was 
an efficient way to deal with it. 

It was not her, but her father who needed the psychological counseling, but 
of course, Carly didn't understand that. 

She needed the affection that her father hardly ever gave her and that her 
mother was not around to give, a fact that her father didn't understand. 

It wasn't that Carly was instinctively possessive or anything of that sort. 
It was the plain simple physiological fact that a seven year old child has a 
need to receive parental affection and the need to feel wanted. That was a 
need that Carly had not seen fulfilled in her brief years, try as she might. 

It was inevitable that Carly, even at that age would instinctively seek 
other means to get that necessary love and affection. 

She went overboard in trying to make new friends and clung to every one of 
her friends as much as she could, often infuriating the youngsters by her 
slightly aggressive manner that she had come to develop. 

Carly wavered between extremes. She was either too pushy and outgoing, or 
she would crawl into a shell and stay there for days, not even venturing out 
of her house, after she returned from public school, and would sleep for 
most of the day. 

She had a cat once, but her father made her get rid of it since he was 
allergic to it, something which Carly understood to mean that her father 
hated her and was not allergic to the cat, but to her, and still blamed her 
because she wasn't going to be a major league baseball player and blamed her 
for her mother's death. Carly felt rejection on all fronts, often bringing 
it on herself. Of course, she was unable to understand why people were 
rejecting her, and didn't even know the meaning of the word, although her 
child-like perceptions were sufficient to have a vague idea of the concept 
of rejection. It was just that she was unable to articulate it into so many 
words. 

Carly did not hate her father, not by any means. He was all she had, and 
Carly understood that very well. If her father rejected her outright, 
perhaps giving her away or putting her in a home, the little seven year old 
knew that she would just wither away and die. She craved her father's 
attention, but she also tried very hard not to make a pest out of herself 
because she didn't want to incur his wrath and be given away and thrown out. 

"Daddy, can I have water, Daddy, please?" she yelled. 

Nothing. Only the same laughter and moaning came from the bedroom. 

Carly got out of her bed, taking her small, toy baseball glove with her. 

She bit her fingernails, wondering if she should go to her father's room. 
She stopped just outside of her door, the noise getting louder. Carly heard 
a woman's voice, a strange woman, too, someone she had never heard before. 
Her voice sounded kind of funny, too, slow and raspy. Her father's voice was 
also different than what it usually is, almost like he was out of breath. 

Carly heard some shuffling in the room, the sound of a bed creaking, and 
thought that someone was going to come out of the room. She hid under a 
small hall table. Carly was very small for her age, the first girl on line 
in her first grade class, the same as it was in her kindergarten class. 

Seeing at how easily she fit under the table, Carly again reflected back to 
a previous time, a few months ago at a family circle with her mother's 
relatives that her father had taken her to. "And how old are you, little, 
girl? Four?" an older cousin had said to her quite sincerely. 

"No, I'm seven," Carly pouted. 

Carly had soon begun to think that everything was her fault and she didn't 
blame her father for rejecting her. She blamed herself and began to hate 
herself, thinking that everyone was justified for rejecting her. 

"And whose little girl are you?" some older uncle she had never seen asked 
her. 

He patted her head affectionately. "I'm your little girl," Carly beamed. 

He patted her head again, but he walked away, not understanding that she was 
very serious, and that she had liked the nice man. Carly had even begun to 
take little incidents like that as signs of rejection. 

Now, however, seeing that no one was coming out of the room, the bed still 
creaking, Carly crawled out from under the table, and tiptoed in her bare 
feet up to the door of her father's room. 

She bent her knees slightly and looked through the keyhole, but it was 
covered by a towel or something. She heard the moans and groans again, the 
creaking of the bed getting faster and faster in its rhythm. 

"Oh what a nice pussy you have, Corinne," she heard her father say in a 
panting, somewhat hoarse voice. 

Oooow, a pussy. My new Mommy brought me a pussy, Carly beamed. She opened 
the door and walked in eagerly, hoping to see a baby kitten somewhere 
around, forgetting in her excitement that she had heard no mewing and that 
her father had often warned her not to come into his room when the door was 
closed. 

Seeing what she saw then, Carly wished she had never opened that door. 

Her lower jaw dropped straight down, her eyes bulged out, and a little 
whimper escaped from her mouth, as she put her hand to her mouth. 

The sound she made and her small presence in the room were not enough to 
arouse the dulled senses of the two people. 

Carly could not have walked in on a more inopportune time. She wanted to run 
out quickly, but her feet felt like they were glued to the carpet. 

Her eyes were riveted on the undulating, nude bodies of her father and the 
blonde woman he was with. 

They're naked!!! was the first thing that Carly's thoughts were able to 
perceive. She had never seen anyone without clothes on before. Not her 
father, nor another female. 

What she was seeing now filled her immature little head with a million 
thoughts, none of which was able to reach her singularly. What are they 
doing? Carly wondered as she looked at the hairy, naked rump of her father, 
bouncing up and down on the woman. She was watching from an angle, an angle 
that permitted her a view from their side. She looked at the middle of their 
bodies, and saw things that only came to her head in images. 

They were completely unaware that she was there as they clung to each other 
and moved their bodies up and down on the bed. She was digging her 
fingernails into Carly's father's back, and he didn't even mind. He even 
looked like he liked it, Carly was able to perceive. 

But at the middle, they were connected, somehow. Her father had this thing 
coming out of his middle that was so much different from what she herself 
had, and from what the blonde woman had. 

And the blonde woman wasn't like her either, Carly saw. Carly knew that when 
women get older, that they begin to develop breasts, and although she had 
seen women in bathing suits on the beach of course, she was still amazed to 
see the blonde woman's breasts, her large red nipples covered a great 
portion of her breasts and were crushed under her father's hairy chest, 
Carly saw. 

Carly knew that men had flies in their pants for certain reasons and she had 
seen men's underwear in stores and had seen that there was something inside 
their bathing trunks that she didn't have. 

She looked at them pumping up and down together, as if they were frantically 
trying to make something happen. Besides the pleasure and the moaning that 
Carly was able to see on their faces and coming from their mouths, she also 
saw the desperation of the two people, as if they were both doing everything 
they could, working together in an urgent need to make something happen to 
their bodies. 

It was something like two people working on a railroad, as she had seen on a 
cartoon, where one worker needed the other worker to do his job so the whole 
job could get done. 

She saw the sweat on their bodies and could tell that they were working very 
hard. She knew that the connection in the middle was the most important part 
of it. She was able to see the base of her father's tool moving in and out, 
up and down on the blonde woman, she heard called by the name of Corinne. 

She saw that Corinne's crack was covered with black hairs. At first she 
thought it might be her father's--Bair's--but knew that that wasn't so, 
because her father had dark blond, or light brown hairs over his thing, and 
she also saw the big sac connected to her father's thing, and it was 
slapping against Corinne's crack. 

Carly's thoughts came to her in images, rather than coherent statements or 
sentences. Hairs, yeeech, I don't want hairs on my body, thighs, big, 
muscles in the woman's legs flexing, pretty face, happy, very happy, new 
Mommy, where's the pussy cat? Does it hurt, is he peeing in her? Is she 
peeing in him, ooow, tongues touching, yeech, Mommy Corinne is so pretty, 
and Daddy likes her so much. Will my crack get like Corinne's? Will I get 
hairs? How come her crack is so big? Can I fit big things in my crack? 
Ooooow, look how big Eddy's thing is. 

How long is it inside Mommy's crack? How deep are our cracks? Is mine like 
Corinne's, or do I have to wait till I grow breasts like hers? Wow, her 
breasts are so big! How come it doesn't hurt? Hey, they don't even know I'm 
here, they're having such a good time. Should I go on the bed, too, and ask 
where the pussy cat is? Wait, something's happening. Oooooow, wowwwww, 
they're doing something. Something is happening to Daddy's thing. Yeech, 
it's twitching. I think stuff is shooting out of it, and it's going into 
Corinne's crack, yeeech, they're peeing into each other. Wow, they're really 
happy, though, they're yelling and they don't even know I'm here. Should I 
run out? Should I stay? Where's the pussy cat? 

The moans of the copulating couple reverberated around the room as the hot, 
pungent pellets shot into Corinne's fertile crescent, their thoughts only 
concerned with the pleasurable feelings they felt, oblivious to their 
surroundings, their senses dulled, their vision blurred as their 
consummation was completed. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Lou moaned as the last drop of his sperm was ejaculated into the 
moist, dewy flesh of his partner. 

"Ohhhhhh, Lou, yesssssss, mmmmmmm," Corinne moaned as Lou rolled off her and 
lay next to her. 

Carly saw now that her father's thing had shrunk in size, but it was still 
pretty large and the top of it had a mushroom type of a look, and there was 
a little white gooey thing right at the tip, and he had a little slit on it. 

She was about five feet away from them, still in the same spot where she had 
been for the last two minutes, two minutes that seemed like an eternity-full 
of knowledge, and secret knowledge, too at that, Carly realized. 

Before she was able to do anything else, however, she was noticed. 

"Jesus Christ, Lou, look!!!" Corinne said and pointed at the tiny 
blonde-haired girl with the two pony tails at the sides of her head. 

Carly saw that Corinne was frightened for some reason. Maybe she was 
embarrassed because she was naked and Carly saw her and saw her father too. 

Lou turned around next very quickly. 

He looked at his daughter, his eyes unable to hide the horror he was 
feeling. Carly also saw that he looked nauseous when he saw her and figured 
that it was her fault. She put her head down and looked at her little toes, 
a pout forming on her thin pink lips. 

"Carly!!! What the hell are you doing here?!!!" her father yelled at her, 
his voice breaking, almost as if he were going to cry, Carly thought. She 
also saw a note of anger, and expected to be hit again. 

Corinne pulled the sheets over them, up to their necks. 

"Oh, Lou, she's adorable," Corinne said, collecting her thoughts. 

"Are you going to be my new mommy? Where's the pussy cat?" 

"Pussy cat, oh Jesus! How goddamn long have you been here, you little 
bastard?!!!" Carly had never heard her father yell at her like that before. 
She knew she said something awful, and had done something awful by watching 
them, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was she had done. 

"She's not going to be my mommy, Daddy?" 

"Are you kidding?" Corinne said with a laugh, a laugh that Carly took to 
mean that it was at her, that she was a laughable little girl, like a bad 
joke or something. 

"Get out of here and get back to your room, you dirty, filthy little 
monster. I'll deal with you in the morning!!!" he yelled. 

"Oh, Lou, don't be so hard on her. I don't think she understood what she was 
doing. Did you, little girl?" 

"No," Carly pouted, feeling a tear welling up in her eye. "I thought you had 
a pussy cat because Daddy said-" 

"Shut up! Go to your room immediately, before I hit you right now! Get!!" 

"Are you gonna spank me when I get up?" 

"You're going to get a spanking you'll never forget! Carly, you're going to 
be taught a lesson once and for all! How many times did I tell you never to 
come into my room?!!" 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just wanted some water, and I thought the nice lady 
brought me a pussy cat, a little pussy," Carly said, the tears coming out of 
her eyes. 

Corinne giggled as she heard that. 

"And you stay out of this! I know how to deal with her!" 

"Well, she's your daughter, Lou. I guess you should know," Corinne sighed. 
"You can leave the money with me if you want to take care of her now, Lou," 
she added, something that Carly was not able to understand until a few years 
would pass. 

"She'll be all right," Lou told Corinne in a calmer tone. "As for you, you 
filthy little girl, get to your room and forget everything you saw and 
heard. Never bring it up again! Get!!!" Corinne waved her fingers with a 
smile at the crying little girl as she walked out, clutching her baseball 
glove to her skinny chest. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was two years after, a warm late November afternoon that saw little Carly 
sitting in her third grade classroom. 

She sat in the front of the room, still the shortest kid in her class. She 
was just about to throw a spitball at Harry, the kid sitting next to her, 
when her teacher, Mrs. Levine, was called out of the class by another 
teacher. 

Just as Mrs. Levine walked out, she caught Harry throwing a spitball at 
Carly. 

"Harry Robert Schneider!!" Mrs. Levine yelled. "You'll stay after class 
tomorrow for that. Now, I'll be out of the room for a minute or two with 
Mrs. Russell, and I better not hear any noise!!" Mrs. Levine, a smart 
looking woman of forty told the class. 

As soon as she left, Harry pulled Carly's pony tail real hard. 

Carly bit her lip to keep from yelling. 

"You fuck! You got me in trouble, you little fuck!" Harry yelled at her. 

"I'm sorry, Harry," Carly said sincerely. "You started it, though." 

"I did not, you fuck! You did," Harry told her and he snarled at her. He ran 
his finger across his neck and pointed at her. 

He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. 

"I'm sorry, Harry," she told him. 

"I'll tell her I started it. 

Please don't beat me up, Harry. 

I'll say I'm a fuck if you don't beat me up. I thought you liked me," Carly 
pleaded. 

Carly was really not afraid to fight boys, but Harry was a lot bigger than 
her. The reason he sat in the front was because he wore glasses. He was 
actually one of the tallest kids in the class. 

"Say it!" 

"I'm a little fuck. All right, Harry?" 

"Shit, I bet you don't even know what you're saying, Runt!" 

"Do too," Carly protested. 

"Do not!" Harry yelled as the other kids in the class started talking and 
carrying on, or listening to the little confrontation between Carly and 
Harry, seeing that Mrs. Levine was going to be out a little longer than a 
minute. 

"Do too," Carly said and stuck her tongue out at Harry. 

"Then what is it?!" 

"It's when a man puts his boner into a woman's pussy and fucks her," Carly 
said. 

"Hey, how'd you know?" 

Seeing that all the kids had listened to the way Harry now treated her with 
respect from the knowledge she showed, Carly looked all around the room and 
beamed at all the attention she had won. She heard a number of kids asking 
each other if she was right and if that's really what it was. "And then they 
might get a baby after they fuck. I know everything about fucking!" 

"Wow!" 

"Did you ever fuck, Carly?" Harry asked her, loud enough for the whole class 
to hear. 

Although. Carly wanted everyone to like her and craved attention which she 
took as a sign of affection and popularity, her immature, troubled mind 
still was unsure what the best answer would be. 

Nine year old Carly had never had sexual intercourse before, but she had 
done some careful manipulations with her fingers, curiously wondering what 
pleasure her tight, hairless crack could give her. She found that she could 
give herself a lot of comfort and help to soothe her lone hours, and help to 
give her some relief from the lack of attention she would never get from her 
father. 

All he would do was punish her, spanking her on her fanny when she was bad 
in school and got a note sent home, which was not an infrequent occurrence. 
He rarely took her anywhere, and had often left her alone for a whole 
weekend. He now overtly conveyed his disappointment with her and would tell 
her to stop annoying him when she tried to seek some affection from him. She 
asked him to ' play ball with her a lot of times and when he saw how good 
she could throw a ball, just like a boy, he yelled at her and told her it 
wasn't healthy for a girl to act like a boy. He took her baseball glove away 
and told her that she would have to wear a dress at least three times a 
week, and whenever she was with him, she would have to wear one of those 
stupid girlish garments that let her skinny legs be seen by all the boys. 
Shorts didn't bother her, though, in the summertime, but she felt terribly 
embarrassed in a dress. 

Carly knew that she was not supposed to let boys touch her pussy or her 
chest, even though it was exactly like a boy's chest. She wasn't even 
supposed to let them see her chest, even when it was real hot in the 
summertime. She got a terrible spanking from her father when she ran around 
the nearby schoolyard without her undershirt like the rest of the boys. 

The older girls from the neighborhood had told Carly a lot about her body 
and how people fuck, and what a pussy was. 

It wasn't that Carly had no use for girls and took to boys more readily. She 
wanted to be liked by girls, too,-but she was still unable to overcome her 
interest in doing boy's things that had originally been sparked by her 
father's desire to have a son instead of her. 

She knew that only bad girls fuck, as some of the older girls had told her, 
but she had seen some of those bad girls pointed out to her and they were 
usually the ones with more boys around them. She asked one of the fourteen 
year old bad girls about fucking and was told how beautiful it was and how 
many boys she'll get, and the girl didn't seem bad at all. 

"Yeah, Harry, I fuck," little nine year old Carly told him. 

"Oooooow," the other kids said and giggled and laughed and looked at her 
with respect and admiration, Carly thought. 

Harry smiled at her. She smiled at him. Then Mrs. Levine came back into the 
class. Everyone immediately stopped chattering and throwing things around 
the room in fear of her. 

However, it seemed that she didn't even notice what they were doing. It 
looked to Carly like she had been crying or something as she stood in front 
of the class. Everyone saw her take a white handkerchief and dab her eyes. 

"Children," she began, and it was obvious to everyone from her voice and her 
red eyes that something real bad had happened to her to make her act like 
that. 

Carly liked Mrs. Levine because she was of a "mommy-able" age and had often 
tried to get something started between Mrs. Levine and her father, but that 
was before she found out what the "Mrs." in front of her name had meant. 
Carly still continued to get notes sent home, however. How else would she be 
able to get some attention from her father, she figured, if he didn't spank 
her fanny when she was bad in school, or brought home bad grades on her 
report cards on purpose. 

Carly and Harry were wondering what had happened to Mrs. Levine with such 
curiosity that they forgot about maintaining their little dialogue with each 
other. 

"Children," Mrs. Levine began again, her sobs breaking up her words, 
President Kennedy has been shot and killed," she finally said, and sniffled 
into her handkerchief. 

"Shit, is that all," Harry whispered to Carly. "Hey, Carly?" 

"Yeah?!" Carly asked eagerly in a loud whisper. 

"If I don't beat you up, will-" 

"And so because of that terrible tragedy, the school is going to be closed 
for the rest of the day, and you should listen to your radios to see if 
there will be school tomorrow," she cried. 

"Yayyyyy," a number of kids yelled when they heard that there would be no 
school. 

The class was dismissed and were told that they should wait in the lobby if 
someone was going to pick them up. 

Carly walked the five blocks from the school to her home everyday. 

"What were you going to say, Harry?" Carly said, looking up at the tall 
third grader, as she tugged on his sleeve. 

"Uh, um, did you say that you fuck, Carly?" 

"Yeah. If I fuck with you, will you promise not to beat me up?" 

"All right." 

"Uh, if I fuck with you, will you not make me tell Mrs. Levine that I 
started the spit ball throwing and make me stay after school instead?" 

"No. I won't fuck with you if you don't tell her you started," Harry 
replied, a sly smile on his face. 

The little girl wrinkled her brow in a quizzical fashion. She looked up at 
Harry who stood more than a head taller than her, a foot, to be exact. 

Carly, at that stage of her life was 4'6" tall and weighed 71 pounds. 

"I heard that boys wanted to get fucks more than girls," Carly said with a 
pout. 

"My older brother, Hilly, told me it was the same, that boys and girls both 
want fucks the same amount." 

"All right, I'll stay after school instead of you. There might not even be 
school tomorrow, Harry. Did you see the way she was crying?" 

"Yeah, wasn't that funny. Hey, do you know who President Kenny is?" 

"Yeah, he's the president. Didn't you ever see him? He's handsome, and his 
wife is pretty, too." 

"I'm handsome, too, you know." 

"Yeah, but President Kenny is a lot more older than you." 

"Well, now he's dead, so it doesn't matter." 

"You shouldn't talk about dead people like that. My mother is dead, you 
know." 

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Hey, does your father work?" 

"Yeah, he's a carpenter." 

"Is he home?" 

"Not till late. He plays poker with the guys from his place on Thursday's, 
so I got to make my own supper and I got to make him his supper when he gets 
back real late. I even get to stay up past twelve." 

"Is he home now?" 

"No." 

"Can we go to your house to fuck?" 

"Hey, yeah. My father won't know." 

They both walked the five blocks to Carly's house on East Sixteenth Street 
and Newkirk Avenue, to the six-story apartment house she lived in. 

They went into Carly's room and turned the television on. 

"Hey, there's nothing on except all this stuff with President Kenny!" 

"You were the one that was wrong, Harry. His name is Kennedy, not Kenny, but 
maybe Superman will come on soon." 

"I wanna watch The Three Stooges, yuk, yuk, yuk," Harry said and squeezed 
Carly's nose as they sat on her bed and looked at the newscasters and 
pictures of President Kennedy with his wife and kids. 

"Hey, Caroline's almost our age, just a little younger, huh?" 

"I feel sorry for her, Harry, and the little kid, too, John-John. They're 
both gonna not have no daddy. I'm gonna write a letter to them and tell them 
that their mommy should call my daddy." 

"That's dumb. Hey, Carly?" 

"What?" 

"Can I see your pussy?" 

"You show me your boner first." 

"No, you!" 

"Do you like me, Harry?" 

"Yeah, I guess." 

"Could you ask me to be your girlfriend, Harry?" 

"Come on, Carly. You know that all the kids would laugh at me if I did." 

"They would? Why?" 

"Because you're a runt and a tom boy." 

"Please, Harry. I won't be a tom boy no more. My father doesn't want me to, 
either. I just like to run, and play baseball. But I won't if you ask me to 
be your girlfriend." 

"Well, the next time we have races, you have to promise to lose on purpose, 
because you're faster than most of the boys, and if I beat you, than I'll be 
the fastest and no one will laugh at me' for losing to a girl." 

"All right, Harry. I'll lose on purpose." 

"Well, when you do, then I'll ask you to be my girlfriend." 

"Promise?" 

"I promise." 

"All right." 

"Let me see your pussy now. Do you gotta lot of hairs?" 

Carly smirked and shook her head. 

"I don't have any," she admitted. 

"Shit! You don't have tits, either, do you?" Again, Carly put her head down 
and shook her head in the negative. 

"Shit! There are other girls in our class that are getting tits, and they 
probably got hairs, too." 

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'll still fuck with you anyway." 

"All right. Let me see your pussy." 

"You show me your boner, first. Do you have hairs?" 

"I got peach fuzz and I'm starting to get some hairs. I jerk off already." 

"Really? Wow! You're mature, Harry." 

"Thanks, Carly. You're not really that bad, I guess." 

Carly realized then that by saying that to him then that she could get a 
compliment in return. 

"I like you, Harry," she cooed. "You are as handsome as President Kennedy," 
she said, looking at his face. 

"Thanks. Can I see your pussy now? I'll stick out my boner right after you 
pull down your panties. All right?" 

"Can you kiss me?" 

"Sure. I didn't know you wanted me to," Harry said and he gave her a big 
kiss on her cheek, v 

"Ooooow, you're so romantic, Harry," Carly squealed. 

"Let me see your pussy, now. I'll kiss you again when you show me." 

"Just once more. On the lips this time like in the movies." 

Carly puckered her lips. 

Harry moved his face close to her, hesitated a moment, and gave her a quick 
kiss on her lips as Carly closed her eyes and looked heavenward. 

Harry wiped his lips off with his sleeve. "How's that?" 

"Ohhhh, it was beautiful, Harry." 

"You girls are so mushy romantic." 

"See, I'm not a tom boy." 

"Well, maybe. Let me see your pussy now." 

"All right," Carly said and she took her patent leather mary janes off. She 
stood up and lifted her dress up. 

"See my panties?" Carly giggled, pointing at her white panties with the 
daisies on them. 

Harry's eyes bulged, and he licked his lips. "I see your panties, ha ha," he 
teased her. 

Carly quickly put her dress down and blushed. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Carly. I promise I won't laugh if you show me your pussy and 
your panties." 

"Cross your heart and hope to die!" 

"All right," Harry said and went through the necessary motions. 

Carly lifted her dress up to her waist again. She glared at Harry when she 
saw him biting his lip to keep from laughing. 

"Take your panties down now, Carly. Please?" 

"Give me another kiss on the lips first," Carly told him, realizing that she 
had some kind of advantage and a hold on him. 

Harry walked up to her and kissed her on her lips, doing it as if it were a 
punishment this time, again wiping his mouth with his sleeve. 

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and watched Carly eagerly. 

"You promise you'll stick out your boner if I take them down?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I promise, take them down. Take them all the way off, even." 

"Promise you won't laugh?" Carly said, standing a few feet in front of him, 
holding her dress up and looking at her panties, her white stockings falling 
down around her thin ankles. 

"I already promised. Come on, Carly, take them down, please?" t Carly looked 
at her own little body and pulled her panties all the way down to her knees. 
She stared at her own little crack and then at Harry to see his reaction. 

Harry edged closer, putting his hands on his crotch as he stared at her 
plump little hillock, as white and as smooth as snow. Her crack looked like 
a crease in between her legs to him, with a slightly puffy kind of white 
skin right before the slit. He couldn't tell where her pussy began and her 
regular skin ended, but it was the first one he had ever seen live. He had 
once seen a blurred black and white picture of a completely naked girl on a 
card of a French deck his fourteen year old brother had showed him, but he 
couldn't even compare that to Carly. 

"See, I told you I'll show you, Harry. Do you like my pussy?" 

"Yeah. I like it, Carly. You were right, you did show me. Can you open it 
for me and show me what it looks like inside?" 

"Do you think I'm pretty, Harry?" 

"Yeah, you're pretty. Please, open it up, huh?" 

"My legs aren't too skinny?" Carly asked, still holding her dress up, her 
panties down at her ankles now and she took a step to step out of them. 

"I don't know, I guess not. Come on, just let me see what it looks like when 
you open it, Carly. Please, You're really pretty. You're cute, too, now open 
your pussy up, I'll show you my boner. Ooooow, I got a real boner from 
looking at your pussy too. Can I touch it?" 

"Let me see your boner, and I'll let you touch it," 

"Let me touch it first," 

"If we're gonna fuck, don't I have to see your boner?" the nine year old 
girl said to the nine year old boy, "All right. Yeah, I just forgot for a 
second. Listen, you take all your clothes off, and I'll stick out my boner." 

"You mean everything?" 

"Yeah, I promise I won't laugh. I just wanna see what a girl, I mean, you 
look like with nothing on." 

"But I even feel stupid when my doctor examines me." 

"I already see your pussy anyway. I just want to see how you look naked." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right, and you're not laughing at my pussy. I like 
you, Harry. A real lot. Most people laugh at me, but you don't. Do you like 
me?" 

"If you get naked, I'll like you," Harry said slyly. 

"All right. But you take everything off, too," Carly said. 

"I'll just stick out my boner. And if you laugh, I'll beat your ass." 

"I'll try not to laugh. Please let me see your boner. I bet you got a real 
nice boner, Harry. Please, take everything off, Harry. You're so 
good-looking and handsome." 

"All right. You first." 

"Both at the same time," Carly said as she took her socks off, letting her 
dress fall back down for a minute. 

Harry stared at her little feet. He giggled. "You like my feet, Harry?" 

"They're cute," he said, nodding his head. 

"I really, really like you, Harry," Carly said. "I like you too, Carly." 

"I'm so happy, Harry. This is the happiest day of my life." 

Harry watched her unbutton her dress and lift it off over her head. 

She put it on the bed and looked at him, wearing only her white undershirt 
with the pink ribbon tied around one of the straps. "Hey, you look sexy, 
Carly. My boner is really feeling good from looking at you." 

"Let me see," she cooed. 

Harry pulled his zipper down as he looked at his pants. 

He looked back at her, knowing that she could now see his white underpants 
and was staring at the bulge, and his underpants, her eyes filled with 
expectation. 

"Remember, if you laugh at me, I'll break your neck, Carly." 

"I won't laugh at someone I like so much. Please, don't be shy with me, 
Harry." 

"I'm not shy," he said and pulled his hard nine year old thing out, holding 
it in his hand. The thin bone stood straight out. 

"Oooow. Wow. I like it. I like it, Harry. It's so nice and bony. Ooooow, I'm 
so happy. Can I touch it? Please let me feel it, Harry, please?" Carly 
asked, rubbing her hands together in excitement, moving up and down on her 
toes, and looking at the first male erection she had ever seen, except that 
of her father's over two years ago. Remember? 

"Sure you can touch it. Wow, I really like you, Carly. You make me feel real 
good the way you act now." 

"I like you so much, Harry. Maybe-even love you," Carly said as she advanced 
towards him and touched the tip of the mushroomed head of his young, but 
pubescent tool. 

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, fuck, Shit, Carly, that's great!!!" Harry exclaimed. 

"I love you, Harry," Carly said and kissed him on his lips and he didn't 
even rub it off this time. 

"Can I play with your balls, too. Take them out. Come on, Harry. Take 
everything off. You said you're not shy." 

"Yeah. All right. Take off your undershirt, too." 

"Promise you won't laugh. I don't have anything yet." 

"I know. I won't laugh. We're gonna fuck each other. Right?" 

"Do you know how?" 

"Yeah, I think. I fucked a few times, already, but I might have forgotten. I 
think we'll be able to fuck, though. You know how, don't you?" 

"I said I fucked already. But that was also a long time ago. I probably 
remember less than you. He was just some sailor," the little nine year old 
said. 

Harry smiled at her, thinking she might be lying, but still wasn't sure. She 
looked at his twitching, quivering tool, remembering what her father and 
that blonde woman, Corinne did when they fucked and she remembered some of 
the things that the older girls around her way had told her. 

She hoped that the two of them together could figure out a way to do it 
right. 

She touched his small tool again, but to her eyes, it was anything but 
small. It was huge, and the way that it just bounced out of his underpants 
excited her even more. 

He ran the tips of his fingers along the fatty part of her vagina, right 
over the slit. 

"Mmmmmmm, I like that," Harry said and looked at his fingers, while Carly 
sighed also. 

She wasn't sure if she felt anything, but she figured she was supposed to so 
she told him how nice it felt. 

She then pulled her undershirt off. 

"You're just like a boy, shit!" 

"Shit! I'm sorry, Harry. You can still touch my nipples if you want. You can 
kiss them too. I'm not really a boy. See!" she said and pointed at her 
little seam again. 

"I know you're not a boy, stupid. I just said your tits looks like boys 
tits." 

"Well, soon they won't. And then you'll really think I'm pretty." 

Harry was taking the rest of his clothes off. "I think you're pretty now, 
Carly," Harry said. "But you better not tell anyone I told you. Most of the 
kids think you're a runt." 

"All right, I won't say anything. But I'm not a runt, and my face is 
pretty." 

"All right, I won't call you a runt. Yeah, your face is kind of cute. You're 
just too little, but I guess you are pretty when you try. Your face is long 
and thin, but not too long and your nose is small. Yeah, you're pretty when 
you're not placing ball. And you do have blonde hair. Actually, your face is 
really pretty. I just never noticed it because you would always be playing 
ball with the guys and it would be like telling one of the guys that they're 
pretty," Harry said with a laugh. 

Carly laughed too. "I love you, Harry. I'm really pretty, huh? Really, 
really, pretty? Beautiful?" 

"Well, maybe not beautiful, but really, really pretty," Harry said as he 
stood up, wearing only his underpants with his bony pole sticking out of the 
slit. 

"I don't feel embarrassed being naked with you anymore, Harry. You won't 
either after awhile once you take off your underpants. You got a nice 
chest." 

"I do?" 

"Yeah, and your nipples are even bigger than mine. Can I touch your nipples, 
Harry?" 

"You want to see my balls, too?" 

"More than anything, Harry. I really want to touch you all over and I want 
you to touch me all over and hug me and squeeze me like they do in the 
movies." 

"Wow! I wanna feel you up all over, and you'll let me, and you'll feel me up 
all over, too?" 

"Sure I will. Come on. Let me see your balls and your hairs." 

Harry pulled his underpants down and took them off. 

"Oooow, wow, real hairs, wow. Hey, your balls are real small." 

Harry looked down at them. He cupped them in his hand and squeezed them. 
"Come on baby, come on," he said pointing his balls at her, doing something 
he thought looked real good when he did it in his bathroom and looked in the 
mirror. 

"Wow! You called me baby," Carly sighed and she ran up to him and hugged 
him, feeling the heat from his body as she stood on her tiptoes and reached 
her hands around his neck. "Hey, you're hot, Carly." 

"So are you," she said as she rubbed her skinny belly against his erection, 
making it press up against his abdomen in between them. "I like it. Oooow, 
this is so nice. Isn't it, Harry?" 

"Yeah. I like it, too, Carly. You're pulling my neck, though." 

"Lift me up in your arms, then." 

He put his arms around her waist, grunted and brought her up so her face was 
to his face. "I'm tingling all over, Harry," the excited little girl said as 
she looked into his brown eyes and kissed him on his lips. 

"Stop kissing me already. Boy, all you girls like to do is kiss." 

"Please kiss me, Harry. It's not a sissy thing. You know I'm not a sissy. It 
just shows how much we like each other, I think," Carly said as he held her 
right under her tiny nates, squeezing them and pushing them up, his arms 
locked together. 

He put his lips to hers, their hot bodies sending vibrations coursing 
through their bodies. 

Carly closed her eyes, feeling like she was in heaven, someone's arms 
wrapped around her, a feeling she had been craving for many years. They kept 
their lips together for a minute without stopping. They then took a few 
little pecks at each other's dry lips. Harry's hands pressed her hot little 
vagina up against his belly and he moved her around on him, feeling so 
masterful as he held the little girl in his arms, lifting her off the floor, 
while she thanked him by kissing him, just like they do in the movies. 

Harry's engorged lance was pressed up against her lean thigh making Carly 
feel the heat from that even more than the heat from his belly. 

She stuck her little tongue out and licked his lips. 

"Yeech! 

What did you do that for, Carly?" 

He put her down, glad that he had an excuse other than the fact that she was 
getting too heavy. 

"Harry, that's soul kissing. All the older kids do it. You never did it 
before. 

I think we touch our tongues together, and put our lips together with our 
mouths open. 

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Um, I don't like that too much. My brother said that you 
can get germs from that. Besides, uh, um, it makes me feel slimy. Let's fuck 
now, all right?" 

"Yeah. Ooooow goody." , "Hey, let's just see if the Three Stooges are on." 

Carly walked to the television and turned it to channel eleven, but there 
was still the programs about President Kennedy. "Shit. That's not fair that 
they got to put that on instead," Carly said as she looked at a newsreel of 
a submarine and the man talking about pigs, a word that attracted her 
attention for a minute. 

"I heard my father say that President Kennedy almost got us all blown up, 
Harry because of pigs. The people in Cuba wanted to keep the pigs or 
something like that, I think." 

"Yeah? Oh, we ain't gonna get blown up. He was just kidding you." 

"He didn't tell me. I heard him tell someone else. A man. He never talks to 
me, Harry. I'm scared he might throw me out sometime. Do you like me, 
Harry?" 

"Aw, your father wouldn't throw you out, Carly," he said and then paused. 
"You mean throw you out in the garbage or throw you out of the house?" 

"Not the garbage, silly. Well, I guess in a way it would be the same thing. 
If he did throw me out of the house, would you ask me to marry you, Harry?" 

"Uhhh, maybe. I don't know if my father and mother would let me, though." 

"Couldn't we run away together and live happily ever after?" 

"Yeah, I guess. But let's wait till your father throws you out. I feel sorry 
for you, Carly. You're really nice. I mean, you're not really a runt and all 
that. I guess I do like you. I really feel sorry for you." 

"That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, Harry. Ever!" 

"Well, you're nice, and you're pretty cute too." 

"Pretty and cute, or just pretty cute?" Carly asked with a giggle. 

"Both, I guess," Harry said with a laugh, and he put his arm over her naked 
shoulder as they stood in front of the television and played with the dials. 

"I guess nothing else is on, Harry. You really don't mind too much, do you? 
the Three Stooges are silly, anyway." 

"They are not! Yuk, yuk, yuk," Harry said, doing an imitation of Curly and 
he tweaked Carly's little nose and pulled her ears out, making a funny face 
on her. 

She then began to giggle and make funny faces at him. She looked down at her 
crack. She spread it open with her fingers and showed him her soft pink 
flesh. "Look, isn't it gooey, tee hee. Meowwwww, pussy, meowwwww." 

"Wow, that's like a real mess inside there, Carly. Yeeech!!" 

"Yeeech!" Carly agreed. You still wanna touch it?" 

"Uh uh!" 

"You wanna see my snot?" 

"You're disgusting, Carly. I like you." 

"Look at my hole, Harry. Isn't it yeechy." 

"Yeah. That's where you take a leak from?" 

"No, this one, the little one. I got three holes, see my asshole?" She said 
and bent over and spread her cheeks, showing him her tiny pink asshole, 
while looking at him from under her legs and giggling. 

"You're so disgusting, Carly." 

"I don't know if that's a compliment or not. Is it?" 

"You wanna see my asshole?" 

"Yeah!" 

Harry bent over and spread his cheeks. 

"Your boner looks so funny from underneath with your balls hanging down like 
that. Does your balls hurt when you squeeze them?" 

"Yeah. Sometimes when I play punch ball or softball and I get hit there, 
wow, it really kills you for a little while. Don't squeeze them when you 
touch me, or I'll break your neck." 

"I won't squeeze them. Look, now I got tits," she said with a giggle. She 
squeezed the tight skin around her chest near her little pink dots of a 
nipples and bunched it together, making it seem as if she had soft little 
mounds near her nipples that her hands were grabbing at. 

"I can do that too, Carly. See?" Harry said and did what she did. 

He then walked up to her and felt her nipples and the area around them. Her 
nascent pectoral development gave neither of them any extra thrills. 

"Ooooow, I like that, Harry," Carly said as he felt her chest with his 
palms, wondering if she felt different there than he. 

"Do it to me." 

Carly felt his chest. Her warm hands did give him some comfort and she did 
feel like she was being a real woman who was massaging her man. 

"You make me feel like I'm older, Carly. I like you a real lot, but still 
don't tell no one." 

"All right. You wanna fuck each other now?" 

"Yeah. We have to go on the bed?" 

"Yeah," Carly said. 

They held hands as they walked the ten feet to the bed. Carly got on the 
bed, put her head on the pillow and spread her legs like she had heard. 

All that Harry really knew was that he was supposed to put his boner into 
her and jerk off, although how he could do that puzzled him. 

Carly looked up at him and waited. 

"I gotta put my boner into your pussy. I know that. Well, I'll get on top of 
you. I'm sure it'll come back to me." 

"Oooooow, I'm the happiest I've ever been, Harry. I'm so excited. My whole 
body is tingling all over with pins and needles. You won't hurt me will 
you?" 

"I'll try not to, but I mighty so you better be able to get ready to be 
hurt. I weigh a hundred forty, you know. How much you weigh?" 

"Seventy one." 

"I might squash you, you know." 

"I don't care. Let's fuck. Get on top of me. You can hold yourself up with 
your hands while you're on top of me. You know what I mean?"- 

"I think so," Harry said as he mounted her. 

"Uhhhhh," Carly grunted as her little lithe body was covered completely by 
him. 

"You're not gettin squished, are ya?" 

"Uhhhhh, get up, get up, uhhhhhh!!!!" 

Harry quickly jumped off her. 

"You're just too little, Carly. Maybe we shouldn't fuck." 

"No, I'm not too little, You just didn't do it right. I told you to put your 
hands like you're doing a pushup. Please, we can do it if you do that. Don't 
you wanna fuck me? I'm not too little." 

"Yeah, all right, I didn't know what you meant at first. You're not hurt, 
are ya?" 

"No, but thank you for asking. I was just only crushed for a minute, but it 
doesn't bother me now. I liked the way your body is so hot." 

"I liked your hot body too. I'll do it right this time. I just forgot for a 
minute." 

He climbed on top of her again, putting his hands over her head and bracing 
his chest. Carly looked up and saw his chest directly over her. Then she 
looked down at his still hard rod, and saw that it was too high up. She told 
him to move down a little. He then put his arms around her shoulders, 
resting only his trunk on her. 

"All right, put it into my pussy now," Carly said. 

Harry looked at her tight little seam, and at his constantly erect tool. He 
swivelled his hips, trying to control the wavering rod, and get it in her, 
still bracing his body with his hands. It was like threading a needle, but 
with the needle jumping around. 

He did get the tip of his young manhood at her entrance, but when he jabbed, 
he hit the top of her bony part of her vagina and . they both felt a twinge 
of pain. He grit his teeth and tried again, and again, getting real 
frustrated. 

Carly was watching intently, looking under his chest at him, seeing that he 
was having a hard time. She saw that all she had to do was reach under and 
guide it into her with her hands. That's what she did, and he jabbed it into 
her, as soon as she got it an inch or so into her slit. 

He still braced himself with his hands, but when he pushed it in as far as 
he could, the spreading of Carly's young, immature hole and the piercing of 
her hymen caused her the most incredible pain she had ever experienced. 

Her face turned white with fear as she felt the sharp, piercing stab inside 
her. Her loud shrilly scream reverberated around their atmosphere. 

She grabbed his back instinctively. She saw the worried look on his face, 
too. 

However the feel of her hot, flesh enclosing his bony serpent gave him the 
most thrilling and sensuous feeling he had ever felt before. Now, he 
realized as he came up slightly on her how he was supposed to jerk off in 
her pussy. 

Carly's screams began to dwindle, as he went up and down. She had yelled for 
him to take it out, take it out, but he felt too much pleasure to listen to 
her. 

Her virgin blood from the piercing of her hymen scared her a little, but she 
had heard that she would bleed the first time. 

She felt a little relief now as he moved his hips up and down on her, his 
bone thrusting rapidly and roughly into her spread out little hole. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, I'm all right now. My cherry was popped, ohhhhh." 

"Hey, my dick feels so good, Carly. I really popped your cherry, huh?" he 
asked proudly, not knowing what that meant, but it sounded good. He didn't 
see the blood yet anyway. 

Carly dug her fingers into his back, feeling the warmth and security he 
represented to her. Her nails were all bitten down to the quick, so she 
didn't scratch him, but he did feel how she clung to him and how she was 
beginning to like it too, A few more rapid, awkward jerks of his hips was 
enough to saturate his uncontrollable tool and cause his young sperm to 
ejaculate out of him, the feel of it inside her was so much better than 
whacking off, he felt, and the hot flesh of her pussy stimulated him beyond 
all of the wildest thoughts he had had about the feeling of fucking. 

His comprehensions never included the tingling, hot passion that the 
lubrication on his sensitive, bulging, bulbous purple head would produce. He 
jerked up and down a few times, letting the full weight of his body cover 
Carly. 

Carly, too, felt feelings that her fingers had never searched for.-Although 
she was pre-puberty, her sensory, sexual organs were still receptive to the 
twitching, shooting sperm inside her, and the thrusts of his pole had 
stimulated her little clitoris from the stretching as it was supposed to. 

She bit into his shoulder, as he crushed her with his body, and she grabbed 
his back and she wrapped her thin legs around his hips and held on for the 
whole ride. 

"Ohhhhhh, woooooo, woooooo, owwwwwww, yeahhhhhh," she yelled as if she were 
on a roller coaster, Harry, too, felt that her release of emotion with such 
lack of care and no shame and embarrassment at all was good enough for him. 

"Ya-hoooo, woooo-weeeeee!!!!" he shouted as he continued to hump up and down 
on her, even after the last of his hot, white pellets shot into her. 

The feel of his now, limp organ rubbing against her expanded vaginal walls 
tingled him immensely. 

She soon began to feel his weight again on top of her, even though she was 
still in the throes of her young, most-natural and unexpected passion. 

The unexpected feeling of euphoria titillated the two of them, feeling that 
their moans and hollers and shrieks meant that the other was feeling the 
exact same wonderful things inside them. 

Finally, Carly had to yell for him to get off her, finding it hard to 
breathe and feeling a pain in her chest from his heavy body on top of her. 

He finally did roll off, but only after a few more thrusts into her. 

She was panting, but she still was able to manage a big smile on her pretty 
face. 

Harry lay next to her and kissed her cheek. Then he looked down at the 
blood. He screamed. He jumped up and began to inspect his body with a look 
of horror on his face. 

Carly giggled. 

"That's my cherry, silly. That's not your blood." 

He breathed a sigh of relief as he stared as the little pool of blood she 
was lying in. 

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I better throw this sheet out. I forgot about 
that. I should have put one of those rubber things down." 

"You sure you're all right?" 

"Yeah, it's only my cherry. Let me see," she said as she leaned up and 
inspected her pussy, some red still there. 

"Yeeech. You better wash yourself, Carly. You're a disgusting mess." 

Carly giggled as she stuck her fingers into her vagina. "Ooooow, it hurts 
when I touch it. It feels so different in there now. I'm a lot bigger. It 
was like my cherry was blocking the path, but now I have no more cherry. And 
I'm only nine years old. I guess I can tell you the truth now, Harry. I 
never fucked anyone else before you." 

"Really?" Harry asked, unaware what it meant to bust a cherry, and what the 
blood meant, thinking it would happen every time he fucked her. 

That made him feel a little sick, although he still felt the great pleasure 
from it, and he figured that it was a big thing to fuck a girl, even if she 
was disgusting. He figured he would go through with it anytime. 

"That's something you'll always remember, huh, Carly? I mean, girls always 
remember the first one to fuck them, don't they?" he asked, feeling that he 
was going to be privy to some secret information. 

"Yeah, I'll never forget you, Harry. We'll be together a long time, won't 
we? You wanna fuck every day?" 

"Yeah, everyday. But get one of those rubber things. Hey, you still don't 
pee in bed, do you?" 

"No, I stopped when I was just a kid. Do you?" 

"You wanna rap in the mouth?" 

"Hey, you wanna take a bath together so we can get the blood and your scum 
off me?" 

"Let's just see if something else came on the television, first. And I 
stopped taking baths when I was a kid. We'll take a shower. All right."- 

"All right. Do you love me, Harry." 

"I like you, but if you tell anyone that I'll break your neck." 

"I won't tell," Carly said as she walked up to the television. 

"Hey, you think that this is gonna be one of those real important things, 
like when Ty Cobb died?" 

"Yeah. President Kennedy is much more important than Ty Cobb." 

"He is not." 

"He is too, Harry. And I feel sorry for him too. Yeeech, shot right in the 
head and his brains spilled out on Jackie's lap. Yeeech!" 

"Is Jackie his wife?" 

"Yeah, that's a girl's name too. I'm gonna remember this day the rest of my 
life, Harry. The first time I ever got fucked!" she said in a wistful tone. 

"Me too," Harry said as he turned the television off. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Carly and Harry continued their young love trysts for another six months, 
going to her house after school about three times a week. Their young, but 
fertile minds and the rumors they had heard about what people do when in 
love and having sex led them to experiment with a number of other positions 
and methods. This was done mostly on their own initiative, and from their 
own nine and ten year old inventiveness. 

They found that Harry's seventy pound weight advantage over her would not be 
as much of a handicap if he were on the bottom instead, and that they could 
receive even better pleasures. They wondered on another occasion what would 
happen if Harry were to try to "put it in the hole you pee from." Naturally, 
that did not work, so the next obvious place was "how about your asshole?" 

That did work, and it worked very well. "Ooooow, Harry, it feels so funny." 

"You look funny like that too, Runt, ooops, I mean, Carly." 

"It hurts, but I like that kind of hurt, Harry." 

"Your asshole is so tiny, Carly. When are you gonna grow bigger already?" 

They both even used the method of Carly's back door more often than her 
front door. 

Carly, due to her constant fears of rejection and her confused emotions had 
still not outgrown her anal stage of psychological development and being 
entered from the rear gave her the physical feeling that would complement 
her emotional and psychological patterns most perfectly. 

Naturally, she was unaware of the technical aspects of her need. All that 
mattered to Carly was that being entered from the rear provided her with a 
kind of security that she had never felt before. She felt that she could 
trust Harry and knew that the punishment her little rectum was taking from 
his thrusts made those awkward, but sensitive feelings was filling some kind 
of need that dwelled deep within her. She felt that the satisfaction she 
received from it made up for the neglect and the parental affection she 
lacked. 

About a month after their first cohabitation the two nine year old children, 
not knowing of what a "blow job" or "pussy eating" meant, discovered for 
themselves. 

"Put your mouth on it." 

"Why?" 

"I want you too, and I'll break your neck if you don't." 

"All right, but you gotta put your mouth in my pussy, too, then." 

"Yeeech! you're disgusting, Carly." Eventually, Harry was won over to 
Carly's desire after she had communicated orally with him a number of times. 
She finally got up enough courage to swallow his young sperm, after spitting 
it out of her little mouth the first few times. For swallowing it, Carly was 
rewarded with the first tentative tongue into her abused, but still 
pre-pubescent vagina. It took Harry a few more days before Carly was able to 
convince him that her "slimy crack" didn't taste that bad and explained how 
much fun it would be for her. 

The look of passion on her little nine year old face further helped to 
convince Harry that he should try to make believe he liked doing it to her 
as she lay spread-eagled on the bed for him. 

Soon Harry began to get tired of her and was being pressured by the guys at 
school to play on their sports teams. Carly began to beg and plead with him 
to keep on loving her. 

"Shit, Carly. I don't love you. I only say I do when you cry or beg me to. 
And you better not tell no one that I said that, either." 

"I'll let you do anything you want to me, if you keep being my boyfriend and 
keep fucking me, Harry, please," the little girl had cried on one such 
occasion, fearing that another rejection was close at hand. 

"Can I stick pins into your nipples?" 

"No! That would hurt me, and I might get ruined for when I have to give 
milk!" 

"Then I'm gonna stop loving you. I just want to see you cry like a little 
girl, instead of a boy. And you're not letting me win by enough when we race 
in the schoolyard. Either you let me hurt your feet so you can't run no 
more, or I stick pins into your nipples." 

"All right, you can stick pins into my nipples, but if it hurts too much and 
makes me bleed, you gotta stop." 

Carly's running was one of the things that kept her from being totally 
lonely when Harry wasn't around. She was the fastest girl in the six grades 
of her school by the time she was in the fourth grade, but she still had to 
lose all the races to Harry and some other boys. She found that running gave 
her an outlet to her tensions and was a sufficient escape from her fears of 
being thrown out of her house. 

She did let Harry stick pins into her tiny, rudimentary nipples. It did hurt 
her, too, but she soon found that she liked to be hurt like ' that, 
especially if it meant keeping Harry around. He wouldn't plunge the sewing 
needles real deep into her, but just enough to pierce the little dots of 
hard skin on her chest and give her sharp tinges of pain, and make her cry. 

Carly had soon begun to like that as much as being entered from the 
rumble-seat, or being spanked by her father whenever she was able to get a 
note sent home because of her conduct. 

Her grades in school were very poor, although all of her teachers had told 
her that jhe was not stupid and had a lot more potential. 

Eventually, Harry got tired of seeing Carly go through her grimaces and when 
her tears took longer and longer to come by, he no longer wanted to stick 
pins into her nipples. 

Carly was forced to do it herself, as she was forced to exercise her fingers 
in her vagina, along with other larger instruments of pleasure, such as coke 
bottles. 

Her vagina began to expand, but not too much, and she on one occasion hurt 
herself bad enough that she had to be taken to a doctor by her father, one 
of the few times they ever went anywhere together. 

Carly explained the loss of her hymen and the small tear in the elastic-like 
vaginal wall to a bicycle-seat accident. She received two stitches in there 
and missed two more days of school. What was more important, she was unable 
to use her little crack for two weeks until it healed. 

Finally, Harry had enough from her and would not listen to her pleas any 
longer. 

"Besides, you're a whore, my brother said, and I like Marilyn now better 
than you. At least she's starting to get tits. So don't bother me any more, 
Carly, and if you ever tell anyone that I said I loved you, I'll break your 
neck." 

Carly never really was able to get over that, that is, until Richie, a fifth 
grader came along, and after Richie, it was Tommy, and after Tommy, it was 
Jimmy. 

She was "Fucking for just you, Jimmy," when she was eleven years old. It was 
June of 1965 and it was the last day of school. 

The teacher was giving out the report cards to the sixth graders, and the 
classes they would be assigned to in their new Junior High Schools. 

The school prom was held the week before, and Carly was escorted by Jimmy, 
who danced two dances with her and spent the rest of the time smoking 
cigarettes with the guys in a part of the schoolyard where the teacher 
couldn't see them. Carly tried to join them, too, to begin smoking, but 
girls weren't allowed, even , if she would fuck. By that time of the sixth 
grade, Carly's reputation was that she "put out," but by that time, there 
were also a few other eleven year old girls that also had that reputation, 
some true and some not true. 

Carly was still the first girl on line and she had not yet had her first 
period, her menarche, as did some of the other girls in her school, a fact 
that some of the other jealous girls had taunted her with. 

Her lack of development in her pubic area still did not hinder her sex-life, 
but she was starting to get a little concerned with that. She even stopped 
sticking pins into her still rudimentary nipples. 

Her voice was changing slightly, taking on a throaty or raspy quality, and 
made her seem somewhat sensuous, even though she was still three inches shy 
of being five feet tall. The fact that her axillary hairs had begun to grow 
under her arms did give her some comfort that she was starting to develop 
properly, but she was still a little anxious for her first period to happen 
already so she could attract more boys when the resulting bodily 
developments would happen. 

She knew now then that the age of a female's first menstruation could range 
from nine to seventeen, with the average at twelve, but a day still did not 
go by when she didn't hope that today would be the day. 

When Carly received her report card with all the failing marks on it, she 
felt a warm feeling inside as she looked at all of the red circles. Then, as 
everyone was telling each other what class they would be in next term in 
their new schools, Carly turned her report card over to see who's class she 
would be in. 

What she saw there was something she really didn't expect and didn't want, 
either. 

Carly had gotten left back. 

"Mrs. Rafferty, it has a sixth grade class on my report card," Carly said 
meekly, hoping that it was a mistake. She was already picturing the rage and 
fury her father would show her when he found out, but she didn't mind that 
part too much. She knew that she would get the worst beating of her life 
from him, and she knew that it might be so bad that she might not even like 
it, but the fact that she would be in a class with all the young kids and 
the humiliation that comes with being left back is what bothered her. The 
humiliation had already begun as soon as she asked her teacher about the 
mistake on the report card. 

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...." came a number 
of voices from the unintentionally cruel children. 

"You were warned all term, Carly that you'd get left back if you kept up 
your behavior. You are just not ready for junior high school, we feel." 

"Hey, now maybe you won't be the first one on line anymore, Runt!" 

"But my father will kill me, Mrs. Raferty," Carly said, trying to keep the 
tears that were welling up in her eyes from falling down. 

"I'm sorry, Carly, you should have thought about that before. Are there any 
other questions?" 

"But Mrs. Raferty, you said I'm not stupid." 

"Ha ha ha, stupid, stupid!" 

"Oh, leave her alone, Harry," said one girl in her defense. 

"Please, Mrs. Raferty, my father will kill me. I'm sorry. Please promote me, 
please." 

"Carly, there is no use talking about it anymore. It's too late now. If I 
have you in my class next year, maybe you will show that you've gotten more 
mature. Now, please, Carly. It's not that bad. If you were put into the 
seventh grade, you'd only fail worse there." 

"But, but, Mrs. Raferty,-" 

"Hey, Carly's gonna cry, nyaaaaa. Left back, left back, nyaaaa." 

The tears came out of Carly's eyes in a steady flow in front of the whole 
class, a class in which she had earned the reputation of never crying in 
front of others and was considered to be a tough girl, despite her size. 

Her sobs racked her chest. Some kids taunted her, while a few girls tried to 
comfort her and stop the other's from making fun of her, but that didn't 
help her too much, feeling that they were just feeling good to be able to 
show her pity and then make believe that they were not feeling so superior 
to her. 

"You fucking bitch, Mrs. Raferty. You cunt bitch fuck bitch fucking bitch 
bastard fuck. You fucking fuck! I hate you, I hate everyone, you're all 
fucking bitch bastards, fucking shit bastard cunt bitch!!" 

Everyone backed away from her, including the teacher who let her run herself 
out and then run out of the class, where she was stopped by a security guard 
and brought like a loaf of bread, kicking and screaming and crying into the 
principal's office. 

Carly's father was called at his job and he had to come and get her in the 
school. He apologized to everyone for her, saying that it was hard to bring 
her up without a mother, but he still didn't know how she had learned those 
words and why she did so badly in school. It certainly wasn't his fault," he 
told them and he believed everything he said. 

Then he practically dragged her home, not saying one word to her until he 
got her upstairs. 

She ran into her room and buried her head in her pillow. 

Her father ordered her out into the kitchen and she finally shuffled out. 

He held a strap in his hands, a leather garrison belt he used when he went 
hunting. 

Carly pulled her mini-dress against her back, hoping that the little 
throw-pillow she put in her panties for preparation would not show. 

"How could you embarrass me like that? Do you know what your grandmother 
will think? Do you know what my friends at work who I told that you're 
graduating public school are gonna say when they find out you got yourself 
left back?!!" 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll graduate next year. 

I'll turn over a new leaf. I promise. Please don't hit me." 

"How many times have I heard that you're gonna turn over a new leaf?! This 
time I'm gonna make sure that you do. You're gonna get a beating you'll 
never forget. You'll never want to make me come up to school again. And 
where did you learn those words? I didn't even say words like that!" 

"I'm sorry, Daddy, they just came out when everyone began to make fun of 
me." 

"You're going to write Mrs. Raferty a letter of apology and you're gonna 
tell her that you'll be the best student in the school next year, and you're 
gonna mean it!" 

"Heck! All right, I will if you don't hit me with the strap, daddy. I'm 
sorry." 

"Who the hell do you think you are to try to make a deal like that with me?! 
Why the hell did your mother have to die and leave me stuck with you, you 
rotten kid you!" 

"I wish I was the one who died instead, Daddy. I didn't ask to be born!" 

"Are you trying to say that your mother's death was a waste? You're gonna 
get your mouth washed out with soap for that and the words you used, you 
rotten kid, you!" 

He grabbed her arm and brought her into the bathroom where he stuck a bar of 
soap into her mouth and closed her teeth around it, making her suck on a 
little piece of wet soap. 

She had to spit for twenty minutes in order to get the terrible taste out of 
her mouth, and she still felt it when she was pulled back into the kitchen. 

"Now, take your panties down this time, and prepare to get the worst beating 
of your life!" 

"Daddy, no, please, I'm eleven already, please not without my panties!" 

"You should have thought of that before you got yourself left back. Now put 
your hiney on the chair! Lean over it!" 

"Please, Daddy!" she cried and pleaded. 

The fact that her father was going to see her naked was also an 
embarrassment for her, and she understood that that was part of her 
punishment, like the time the doctor examined her vagina when her father 
stood there. But at least he backed up her story about the bicycle seat to 
the somewhat skeptical doctor then. 

Carly sunk to her knees and pleaded to him to be hit with her panties on, 
also because of the pillow she had put inside her panties. 

Her father grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to the chair as she began 
to cry again. 

"Take them down!" he yelled as she leaned over the chair on her chest, 
making her tiny buttocks stick up on the seat of the chair. 

She pulled the yellow panties down and the pillow fell out. 

"You little cunning brat! That's why you wanted your underpants on!" 

"I'm sorry, Daddy." she wept as she turned her head and looked at her tiny 
white rump, her dress up on her back, and her panties down to just above her 
knees. 

"THWACK!!!" 

The hard leather strap stung her on the flesh part of her little cheeks. She 
hadn't been hit with a strap like that before. She had been spanked on his 
knee with either the back of a hair brush or his hand, and she had her 
panties on, but this was a lot different. 

She began to wail at the first blow. "THWACK!!!" it landed in a spot not far 
from the first as her father stood over her and came down with the full 
force of the doubled up strap on her small derriere. 

"Yaaaaaaa, it hurts, it hurts," she screamed. 

Her strident ululations seemed to make him do it to her even harder and 
quicker, Carly felt as blow after blow stung her increasingly sore flesh. 

Her tears dripped to the floor. The pain in her began to throb and soon 
began to get to her nerves as she awaited each stroke of the lash with 
incredible fear. 

She felt as if her skin were being rubbed off, as her voice became hoarse 
from the crying. 

Her flagellation continued as her cry became a long and steady wail of 
torment. 

She began to feel that she had already suffered physical damage to herself 
to the extent that she would never recover from it. She looked behind her at 
her quivering, clenched cheeks and saw the red welts that the strap had 
produced. 

The knowledge that she was being maimed made her even more hysterical, and 
her imagination increased the vision of her mind's eye to think that her 
bruises were a lot worse than they were. She began to feel the kind of 
tingling feelings she had when she used to stick the pins into her nipples. 
She grimaced and grit her teeth, and began to feel sensations inside her 
body, seemingly running straight to her vagina. 

The thought that her father really loved her and that was why he was doing 
it-gave her some kind of comfort in her agony as she began to accept the 
stinging, sharp pains in her buttocks. 

Even though he didn't tell her "It hurts me more than it hurts you," Carly 
still felt that her father was receiving some satisfaction from beating her, 
and that he was right in receiving that satisfaction for the way she had 
made him miss work and the way that he was going to be embarrassed in front 
of his friends. 

She felt now that she did deserve everything that was coming to her, for the 
words she used and for the things she had done with all those boys who 
helped to show her what those words meant. 

Carly began to feel that she was a very despicable little girl and that her 
punishment was the best thing that could have happened to her. She saw it as 
a sign of affection on her father's part and accepted his affection without 
a trace of hatred for him as the punishment continued. 

She was holding the legs of the chair tightly as each stroke of the belt 
landed squarely on her haunch and those tingling feelings inside her became 
even more intense, helping to counteract the pain, and make it more 
bearable. She still felt the pain, but she began to get used to it and 
almost enjoy the pain because of the other sensations it was producing in 
her. 

She felt terrible urges to stick her hands underneath her and rub her 
vagina, but she still had enough rational left to know that if she did 
something like that, her father might really throw her out and have her put 
away. 

Finally, the beating stopped, after close to fifty strokes of the belt. 

Carly lay on the chair for a few minutes as her father went and got some 
salve for her. She knew that her vagina had gotten wet from her involuntary 
stimulation and naturally didn't want her father to see. 

She looked again at her two small nates and breathed a sigh of relief that 
it wasn't the bloody mess she thought it was. It was red all over and there 
were a number of welts to excite her in a strange way, but she figured 
correctly that they would heal in time. 

Her father gave her a jar of Vaseline and ordered her into her room without 
television and no television for a week. 

She waddled into her room, letting her dress cover her front so her father 
wouldn't see the drops of dew on the smooth skin of her puckering furrow. 

She applied the salve as gently as she could, but it still hurt her when she 
touched it as she looked at herself in a mirror. 

She had to sleep on her belly that night after laying in her room doing 
absolutely nothing for four hours, making it seem like a prison to her after 
awhile. 

She tried to think about some of the things she had done and all the sex she 
had had and vowed never to be bad again. However, she stopped herself from 
thinking about it when she also thought about the positive affects of the 
affection that brought her. 

She fingered herself to sleep that night and the night after that. It took 
her a whole week before she was able to sit without feeling intense pain. It 
took another few months before the welts healed and her red, sore, and 
tender little buttocks returned to their normal shade of whiteness, losing 
her present boyfriend, Jimmy, in the interim. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next school term that began in September of 1965, Carly did turn over a 
new leaf. Her new pattern of behavior lasted for almost two months, just 
after her first report card with the best marks she had ever gotten. 

Even though she was a year older than most of the other kids in her class, 
Carly was still one of the smallest, although she was now the third smallest 
girl, rather than the first. 

She felt and acted like a big shot in her school because she had been there 
already and everyone knew that she went out with boys in junior high school. 
She didn't even deny the false rumor that she went out with boys in high 
school, fifteen and sixteen year olds. 

It was common, knowledge among all the sixth graders that Carly "put out" 
and she helped to keep up that reputation, teaching some of the younger boys 
the facts of life, in return for some affection, although she wasn't able to 
hold a boy for a month or two. 

The first note of that term was sent home to her father, explaining that an 
irate parent found out that Carly had told her daughter exactly how babies 
were produced and used colorful language to explain the procedure. 

Carly was again beaten for that, but fortunately, she was allowed to keep 
her panties on and only a hairbrush was used to give her ten strokes. She 
had to deny to her father that she was no longer a virgin and told him that 
she would wait until she was married before losing her chastity. 

She knew that something like that might perhaps cause him to really throw 
her out. Carly knew that if he ever found out that she had been having sex 
since she was nine and had done just about everything in the book, he would 
have her put in a reform school, with mean teachers and no affection or love 
at all. 

Worse than that, the reform school would have no boys in it, she had heard 
from one of the fifteen year old girls on her block, and they would force 
her into having sex with other girls, something which twelve year old Carly 
considered a totally despicable thing. 

However, a few months after the first note, her father was called into the 
school again because Carly had tried to set a fire in one of the girl's 
bathrooms. 

Among the things that Carly learned during her second try at the sixth grade 
was the word "rejection." She had looked it up in a dictionary, even, when 
it came across as one of her vocabulary words. She also knew that it was 
used to mean "that when a boy asks a girl out, and the girl says no, then 
the boy is rejected," she explained to the teacher. 

"Carly never says no," was a remark that some kid yelled out and was ignored 
by her and the teacher. 

However, Carly also learned and understood the meaning of the word as a 
concept and how rejection was the story of her life, either by her father, 
or by her numerous boyfriends and even by girls who were pressured by all of 
their peers or their parents into discarding little Carly as a friend. 

In an amusement park some time after she learned the word, she was playing 
this basketball table game, and when a shot was blocked a big red light 
would flash and the word "REJECTION" would blink on and off in big red 
letters and a bell would ring. 

That image stuck with Carly, and whenever she felt that she was about to be 
rejected those blinking lights and the bells and the flashing word would 
ring in her head. 

She soon found that things like starting fires in the bathroom were not good 
enough to get the right kind of attention from her father. All that happened 
was that she was suspended from school for a week and she heard the most 
terrible acceptance of her conduct from her father. 

"I'm not gonna beat you anymore, Carly. It doesn't do any good. I'm through 
with you. You're just a rotten kid and there isn't anything else I can do to 
change you!" 

"You don't love me no more, Daddy?" 

"No, I don't," he told her resignedly. "I'm still responsible for you 
because you're under age, and then I'll be through with you." 

"Are you going to put me away?" 

"That will be the next step, Carly. I'm sorry but it's not my fault, Carly. 
Maybe if your mother were around things would have been different. You're 
still my flesh and blood, but I wish that weren't the case." 

"I'll be good, Daddy. I promise. I'll never do nothing bad no more." 

"I've heard that before." 

Carly did manage to get promoted and she even went through the seventh grade 
without failing enough subjects to keep her behind. She went on to the 
eighth grade still living in the same apartment with her father. 

Her last boyfriend had dumped her right before the start of the new school 
year. 

"Yeah, sure you put out for me, Carly, but well, we can be friends if you 
want." 

"We can't be lovers, Bobby?" Carly asked, as the red lights and bells were 
going off in her head. 

"I know you think you love me, Carly, but you don't. I mean, you know that 
all I want from you is to get in your panties and you don't care." 

-"I do care, I do care, Bobby. I want affection from you. I want you to hug 
me and squeeze me and kiss me." 

"Yeah, but it's not like real love, Carly. I mean, it's hard to explain, but 
all you do is think that you can trade your pussy off for kisses and 
hugging, but that's not what liking people are about. I've met a girl who 
knows what liking people are about, Carly, and I'm sorry." 

"Please, please, Bobby. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, please, I 
need you, you can beat me, or kick me or do whatever you want to me, 
please?" 

"I don't wanna beat you. Please, don't make a scene out of it, Carly. I'm 
sorry." 

"You fucking cocksucker. I hate you. I never liked you. All you were was a 
temporary thing when I was hard up and you were never any good in bed, you 
prick!" 

"Shit, you little tramp. What the fuck you think you were!" Bobby yelled 
back at her. "And you got a body like my little brother, you flat chested 
little bastard! I'm glad it ended this way. Now I ain't gotta feel sorry for 
you when I walk with Susan and see you! I tried to break it to you nice, but 
I know you'd show your true colors, you fucking little fucking tramp! Whore! 
Slut!!" 

Carly, who had just turned fourteen, looked at this next of perhaps twenty 
boyfriends she had gone through. Most of her affairs had ended something 
like that. Most of the times it was another girl that caused it to end, 
although Carly didn't realize that it was she who unwittingly drove them to 
look for other girls. She didn't realize that her demands for their time and 
all of their affection had caused them to want out. She had heard that from 
a number of them, but she was unable to control herself and when the first 
talk of "you want too much from me" began, the rejection lights would light 
up in her head and cause her to get even more possessive. 

Even though she was a year older than most of her fellow eighth graders, she 
didn't look it. She was still an inch shy of five feet, and weighed eighty 
five pounds. 

She was still waiting for her first period and the onset of her puberty. 

Besides the turmoil of her constant rejection, her long awaited for physical 
maturity caused her great difficulties. She was very pretty, she knew, often 
staring at herself in the mirror for a half hour and looking at her face. 
She had very blue eyes and honey-colored hair and her bone structure was 
very prominent. She was even more pretty now than cute, she had been told, 
but her chest was still as flat as her-'belly and the only pubic hairs she 
had in abundance were under her armpits, which she didn't shave for a long 
time, just so other kids might think that she was physically mature. 

Her nipples were a little more sensitive to the touch and had increased 
slightly in size, but not enough to make a noticeable difference. She knew 
that she could wear a jock strap with a banana and two grapes and would be 
able to pass for a boy, especially since she had made the mistake of getting 
a short-pixie cut as her beautician said would make her cute features come 
out better. 

When she wore dungarees she was often mistaken for a boy, and had once been 
propositioned by some old man who liked, "pretty young blond boys." 

She began to wear dresses more often, and had taken to wearing brassieres 
stuffed with foam rubber or cotton. That wasn't much help either, since she 
had to take showers in the school with the other girls in her gym class and 
her false front was noticed by. them, and if the boys didn't already know, 
they would soon find out by the girl's telling them that Carly wore falsies. 

" She took to wearing undershirts again, and endured the taunts and insults 
that followed with "you wanna find out what kind of a woman I am," or "shit, 
you wanna suck on my nipples and you'll see that it gets me just as hot with 
some fat slob with gigantic tits." There was no such thing as someone asking 
Carly to screw them and she refusing. She didn't play hard to get at all. 
She kept on hoping that each guy who did it to her would be the right one. 
However, although she realized that her reputation had gotten so bad, no one 
would want to be seen with her for fear of being ridiculed by his peers for 
going out with the "school slut." 

Still, little Carly felt that being screwed by someone just for the hell of 
it was better than nothing, even if there were no pretenses of the love and 
affection she still craved. 

Carly kept on doing her running whenever she got a chance, as she was now 
able to realize that it helped to work off her tensions and was an excellent 
escape, although there was no girl's track team and she was not allowed to 
compete with boys, even though she knew she could beat most of them from 
fifty yards to a quarter of a mile. 

During one of her gym classes, Carly bragged that she could beat any guy in 
the school in a seventy yard race. One of the girls told her boyfriend who 
told some kid who was real fast. 

"What kind of a wager you wanna put on it, Carly?" asked Teddy Miller who 
was backing the kid who was gonna race her, a black kid she had seen run 
before and who was on the track team. Carly knew that her best time was 
better than his. She figured that she could beat him. 

They were in the after school center and a lot of other kids were standing 
around. 

"Money, you mean?" Carly asked. She looked around and felt good that she was 
the center of attention again. 

Even the girls were on her side now. 

"Yeah, well back you, Carly. We can get up ten or twenty dollars," said 
Susan, who was now going steady with one of the boys who had ditched Carly. 

"Twenty dollars then," Carly told them. 

"Tell you what, Carly. There are eight of us here! We'll put up five dollars 
each that says George can beat you against your twenty. But you gotta go 
down for every one of us if you lose." 

"All right," Carly agreed quickly before all the other girls began to 
protest, especially since some of their boyfriends would be involved. 

"She'd lose on purpose then," more than one person suggested. 

"Shit, I could get any of them any time I want," Carly said. I ain't gotta 
fucking lose on fucking purpose no more. I'll run his ass into the ground." 

She was sincere and said it convincingly enough to be believed. 

"But what if you do lose? I don't want my boyfriend screwing you." 

"I ain't gonna fucking lose, Sharon. Besides, you ain't worried about losing 
him to me, are you?!" 

"To you?! Of course not! You're just a little tramp, Carly. You'd only be a 
one night stand for him, that's all," Sharon replied and the other girls 
nodded in agreement. 

"If your boyfriend wasn't around here, I'd' scratch your fucking eyes out, 
Sharon." 

"Bullshit! You mean you really don't think you're a tramp, Carly?" Sharon 
said with a laugh. 

The other's all began to laugh at Carly too. 

"All right, I guess I am," Carly said with a laugh. "But I still don't like 
no one else to fucking call me that. I'm fucking human, too, you know." 

"All right, I apologize Carly," Sharon said sarcastically. "And you better 
win the goddamn race. That's all I got to say for you. You know, if you 
lose, all us girls are gonna get laughed at." 

"I'll win," Carly said. 

The race was the next day. A house was made available for Carly in case she 
lost. Her own house, as a matter-of-fact. 

There was a large crowd in the schoolyard and the eight boys were selling 
their share of the bets to others who wanted in on the action. 

There would still only be eight, but they had changed since yesterday. 

Carly had convinced the girls that she would win and other girls began to 
bet some more money. As they got set up on the line, a total of a hundred 
dollars was on the line, bet by more than fifty people, and they were all 
watching Carly. 

Even though it was cold out, she wore her blue gym shorts as did George, the 
boy she was racing. 

Her long, thin, but tapering legs began to pump and do pre-race 
calisthenics. 

She lined up next to him on the starting line. Seventy yards away a number 
of other kids were stationed to watch her. 

"On your mark! Get set! GO!!" 

Carly got a good start and took an early lead. As she heard the screams of 
the girls and felt her hair flying in the breeze, and seeing the whole crowd 
watching her, she knew that that was one of her finest moments. 

She really tried to win. She tried very hard. 

With about twenty yards to go, George caught up to her. She grit her teeth, 
and stayed even with him, hoping that he would give up. She tried to. put on 
another burst of speed, but so did George. He got a step ahead of her with 
five yards to go, and Carly immediately felt herself go limp. He crossed the 
finish line an obvious winner by about a yard. Right before Carly realized 
what losing the race meant, her first thoughts were "I just don't have what 
it takes," knowing that she could have won if she had extended herself a bit 
more. She even wondered if something had made her lose on purpose. 

The girls paid off the boys, and began to curse at Carly and get even more 
vicious in the names they called her. 

Carly offered to pay them back somehow if they would help her to get out of 
fucking eight guys at once." 

"Shit, it's gonna be worth three bucks to see you get your medicine, you 
flat-chested little tramp!" 

"This is gonna cure you of putting out for all our boyfriends once and for 
all, whore!" the girls told her. 

Carly charged one of them and got into a fight before she was pulled off by 
one of the boys. "We don't want to ruin you before you begin," she was told 
with a laugh. 

"Come on, tramp! Let's go to your house," a girl told her. 

"Shit. Ain't no fucking girls gonna come. Just the eight guys and that's 
it." 

Carly was persuaded to let a bunch of girls come and also to allow another 
five guys to come and watch. Her ego was appealed to and the fact that she 
may be so good, someone may even want to take her as a girlfriend, a story 
that Carly's hopes believed may be possible. 

She had never done anything like that before, of course, but she knew that 
she was capable of doing it. 

She felt very bad about letting the girls down and losing the race, but she 
quickly convinced herself that she would really like getting banged one 
after another. 

She figured that all she would have to do would be lay back and enjoy it. 
Perhaps she might even get them to give her a little affection or kisses for 
encouragement. 

The part about having the girls watch her bothered her, since she knew that 
they would all make fun of her, but she also figured when they saw how 
experienced and knowledgeable in the bed she was, she would have her revenge 
and when the guys that fucked her compared her to their girlfriends, they 
might have second thoughts about them and choose her for a steady girl. 

Thirteen boys and six girls crammed into Carly's bedroom. 

"Come on, Carly, strip!" Sharon told her with a sly, sarcastic smile. 

"Just shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you, you fat-assed 
bitch!" 

"Bobby, I hope you really put a bad hurting on the little slut!" 

Again, Carly had to be restrained from attacking Sharon. 

"Well, when do we start?" another guy asked. 

"You ain't gonna serve milk and cookies first, are you?" Another teased her. 

"Quit stalling and get-your clothes off," a girl, hiding behind a guy told 
her. 

"Just give me a fucking cigarette and I'll be ready," Carly said. 

She lit the cigarette and sat down on the crowded bed, trying to get her 
head into it with all the people watching her. Suddenly it hit her what she 
had done wrong in the race. Just when the pain began to get to her in the 
stretch, she had given in to it and refused to bear it. She knew that if she 
had gotten into the race with the idea of liking the punishment her body 
would have to endure to win the way she had gotten into the other 
punishments of her life, including all of the rejections, something else she 
just discovered, then she would have won. 

The idea that her rejections were a punishment to her and the kind of 
punishment she liked was something new to her. 

"Hey," she said, looking at the now small cigarette, "you think you can get 
George to give it another go. I'll put up all the money myself, as much as 
you want. I know I can beat him." 

"Where you gonna get the money from?" 

"I'll get it!" 

"Well, girls?" one of the boys asked. 

"Shit, she'll probably give up again like she did, the little tramp. I lost 
enough money on her." 

"I know what I did wrong. I'll win. I promise. But they don't have to back 
me. I'll get the money. You wanna make it a hundred bucks?" 

"Yeah, you know where she's gonna get the money from, the little hooker!" 
said a knowing girl. 

"Shit, she'll have to do fifty screws to get a hundred, with the body she 
got," laughed another. 

"You get the money up, Carly, and we'll get George to race you again," 
answered the guy who had originally started it, Teddy Miller, who didn't 
give up his share on her and was going to go first. 

"I'll put some money on Carly," a loyal girl said. "If she's able to move 
her legs after this," she added with a laugh. 

"Well, are you ready yet, Carly?" 

"Wait! What about the second race?" 

"Sure, as soon as you finish paying off this one." 

Carly tried to argue her way out of it, but she was only able to convince 
two of the more sensitive girls, and of course they had no say in the 
matter. 

They soon began to chant for Carly to strip. 

With a deep sigh, Carly accepted her defeat and took her sneakers off to a 
deep round of pleasing applause. 

"Shit, why the fuck did I have to wear an undershirt today," she said with a 
laugh, as she took her sweatshirt off to another round of laughs and some 
more applause. 

She tried to ignore the cracks the girls were making, as she began to peel 
her jeans that covered her gym shorts off. 

"Hey, guys, you suck on her' chest and you might want to turn queer!" 

"Look, you bitch, Carly yelled as she stood there in her blue gym shorts and 
her undershirt, her arms akimbo, "you think you got more feeling in your fat 
fucking boobs than me? You take your shirt off and let them suck on our tits 
and we'll see who likes it better, you fat bitch!" 

"What tits?" the girl responded with a laugh. "Fuck yourself, will you!" 
Carly answered as she took her shorts off and whistles and cheers began. 

She pulled her undershirt off next and even raised her hands over her head 
and squeezed her tight flesh around her chest, and made her pink nipples 
protrude a little more. Her nipples were no longer the size of a little 
boy's, but they were also not very large like most of the other girls who 
had had their menarche already. 

She looked around and saw that there was some excitement on a lot of the 
faces of the guys. Her chest was very white and slim and she knew that she 
was conveying some kind of sexy appeal to them as they looked at her slim, 
but long and shapely, tapering legs. She knew that her face was very 
feminine and pretty along with her natural blonde hair, a fact that she 
returned in a taunt to a girl with bleached blonde hair, and reminded all of 
the girls taunting her that she was prettier than all of them, even with her 
tiny titties and she dared any of the guys or girls to tell her different. 

No one did, although, one said, ""Too bad they can't fuck your face." 

Standing only in her panties and getting everyone used to her nakedness and 
feeling great pride and joy at exposing herself like that in front of 
everyone, she was reminded of something by the last crack. 

"Look, any guy that wants a blow job instead of a fuck, that's fucking all 
right with me!" she said proudly. 

Some of the girls encouraged their boyfriends to take that instead "So we 
can see the little tramp on her knees." 

"And so they won't know that you don't know how to make love at all," Carly 
added. "Shit, what the fuck do you know about love, tramp! All you think 
love is is getting on your back or your knees!" another girl retorted. Of 
the six girls there, four of them were giving off with a steady stream of 
insults at Carly. 

The other two, sympathetic to her, stopped sticking up for her, when they 
saw that no one else was and didn't want to be left out, although they were 
kind enough not to insult her with the others- 

"What about with-her cheeks spread? That's what love is to Tier, too!" 
another girl remarked. 

"Shit, all you fucking bitches just piss me off!" Carly yelled. "I'm fucking 
human and have feelings, too, you know. All right, you wanna hear me say it. 
Fuck! I'll say it. I know I'm "a fucking tramp and a slut and whatever else 
you fucking think of me, but I can still feel love. I wanna be in love. I 
do, but I just can't help being the way I am. All right? Are you all fucking 
happy now?" 

No one said anything. For a whole minute no one insulted her. However, no 
one was willing to acknowledge that Carly was a human female capable of 
having feelings just like them and wanted to be loved, even more than they 
did, and her reasons were even more valid then theirs. 

"All right, listen, guys, if you wanna do it up my ass, instead of a blow 
job or the regular way, that's cool, too. Jesus, will you fucking girls shut 
the fuck up so I can say something. Listen, I'll try three of you at once 
just to get it over with. One in my mouth, one in my cunt and another in my 
asshole!" 

Carly then pulled her panties down and, and ignoring the girls laughing at 
her "baby girl looking vagina" with her four blonde pubic hairs, climbed on 
the bed and sat with her legs open on the headboard, caressing the insides 
of her thighs. 

"You make me feel ashamed of being a female, Carly," said one of the girls 
who was on her side at the beginning. 

"Why don't you cover yourself, Carly, and stop doing that. Please!" said 
another girl as Carly began to finger herself while the boys were discussing 
the order they were going to use. 

Carly stuck her finger all the way up her not so little crack and then 
flicked the moisture at the girl who had just taunted her. 

"Hey, Sharon, you think your tits are prettier than mine? Man, look at this 
chest I got, mmmmmmm," Carly said and she began to caress the pectoral 
region of her body, running her palms over her nipples and pulling them and 
making them get bigger and darker than the light, pale pink. 

The boys who weren't going to have her watched her put on the little extra 
show for them as she sat high up above them on the headboard of her bed. 
Their tongues were hanging out and their pants were either bulging, or being 
covered by their hands. 

"Hey? Timmy, I'll give you ten bucks for your turn on her!" said one. 

Two of the other five guys also began to bargain with the eight who were 
trying to decide the order they were going to go in and what it was they 
wanted from her. 

"Shit, Hey, I'll save you a few bucks. Give me eight, and I'll give you a 
turn after them!" Carly said, her voice now showing signs of passion, and 
her lips and face also turning them on, much to the dismay of the other 
girls. 

"She's a sick little tramp," one girl said out loud. Carly flicked her wet 
finger at her and laughed. 

"She's soaking all this up like she's the star attraction of a freak show or 
something," another girl said, trying to look at the naked little girl with 
pity. 

Carly bent over and showed her her asshole. She was kicked and tumbled over. 
She again attacked another girl, and was pulled off by four guys who took 
their time about it, getting in a lot of feels from Carly. 

"Shit, my pussy is nice and lubricated for you guys, already. What the fuck 
is taking so long?" she said. She lay down in the bed, threw the cover off 
and invited the other guys to feel her, which they readily did, pawing all 
over her. 

"We only got four rubbers, Carly, and no one wants to use a used one," one 
of the eight guys said. Now there were ten, and as the other three began to 
move their hands all over her naked, supine body, they asked if they could 
owe her the rest and gave her small down payments. 

"Shit, what the fuck you need rubbers for? I ain't gonna get pregnant. I 
ain't even had my first fucking period yet!" Carly yelled at them with a 
laugh. 

"Shit, I'll show you guys what making love without rubbers is really like. 
Come on, all ready. Man, I'm as horny as a motherfucker, guys. Shit, I'm 
gonna start already. You! What's your name?" 

"Frank!" 

"Well, Frank," Carly said to the tall redheaded kid rubbing her nipple 
between his fingers. "Climb on board. You want a blow job, back door, or the 
regular way?" 

"That's all right," he answered with a little-embarrassment. "I'll wait my 
turn. I don't wanna start no fights or nothing." 

"Carly, haven't you any pride at all. You're worse than an animal!" a girl 
told her. 

"This is my fucking pride, bitch!" Carly said and. showed them the pink 
velvet between her legs, spreading her smooth lips apart with her fingers. 

Teddy finally came up to her. He threw the cover over her, and then climbed 
into the bed with her, fully dressed. 

"Jesus, Teddy, you don't have to be so much of a show-off," Carly 'said with 
a sarcastic laugh as he mounted her and then pulled his pants down, hidden 
by the cover. 

Carly reached under and felt a flaccid cock. She understood that the guys 
really were not as brave now as they were when they first made the deal with 
her. 

She wanted to yell it out to everyone that he couldn't get it up, but she 
also felt that it was somehow her fault, and that if a guy couldn't get it 
up, it was because she was not attractive enough for him. 

While she began to massage and squeeze Teddy's limp tool the way she had 
found in her long experience to be the best way she made a little 
announcement to try to get the other guys into doing it to her with some 
more confidence. 

"Look, in case any of you guys are virgins, I'll show you how to do it and I 
won't let no one know. I'll make new men out of alia you's. Just don't be 
scared of little old me. I love you all," Carly said as she felt Teddy's 
tool. 

"Hey, Teddy, now I remember you," Carly said with a laugh as he got his 
hardness back. There were a number of other laughs too, but they were now 
with Carly instead of at her. 

Carly wrapped her legs around his pulled down pants at the hips as he looked 
into her eyes and told her thank you with his lips. She guided it into him, 
and the fourteen year old boy thrust his young lance into her waiting, 
receptive receptacle. 

"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh!!!" Carly moaned, putting it on a little extra, 
throwing her hands around his back and holding him tight as he happily went 
up and down on her to the accompaniment of her moans, and the chanting 
encouragement of the other guys, "Go! GO! GO Teddy GO!!" 

The other girls moved to a comer of the room and tried to make believe they 
weren't watching, but their forced conversations were punctuated by a lot of 
"What's" and "huh's" as they watched Carly fucking Teddy, and then the rest 
of them. 

The fact that everyone was watching her, and knowing what a real woman she 
was turned Carly on even more. The fact that she wasn't even into maturity 
yet no longer bothered her as she received the first pleasure. 

She really put it on, although she was really filled with passion anyway, 
but she screamed and yelled and moaned and licked her lips and grimaced and 
held his back under the blankets and pumped her own little body up to make 
it better for him. 

"Hey, look how long he gotta take," a few of the guys began to yell, as 
Teddy was getting the thrill of his life by pumping up and down on her, a 
fact that Carly realized and was aware that whatever he did do with Sharon 
was nothing like what he was doing now. Carly did look at Sharon once and 
saw the anger and jealousy on her face. Carly knew that Sharon knew that 
Carly was able to tell a lot about her from the way that Teddy was fucking 
with her. 

"Teddy, take your time, man, it don't gotta be so fast, mmmmm, I love this. 
You're terrific, Teddy, slow down, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh!" 

"I'm coming," Teddy yelled as his instincts were unable to take Carly's sage 
advice and was unable to slow down the rapid movements he had generated. 
Carly, who was very used to this sort of thing by now, was still able to 
feel a lot of pleasure from it, even though it wasn't the greatest screwing 
she had ever got. 

The stimulation of her clitoris by his deep and rapid thrusts into her 
wasn't prolonged nearly enough to give her the kind of satisfaction she 
wanted, but she didn't let him know that, of course. 

She did like it, naturally, and she did feel her sexual passions aroused 
with a great intensity. Her moans as he shot his rapid-fire bursts into her 
reverberated around the atmosphere, also getting the girls a little more 
jealous and envious of her because they never felt the things that Carly 
seemed to be feeling. 

If the other girls watching her did suspect that she was putting it on, they 
knew better than to tell the boys that because they knew that they would 
never be able to convince them that they weren't really that macho enough to 
turn the little girl on like that. 

He looked into her baby blues and kissed her tenderly on her lips. 

"Teddy!!" Sharon screamed. 

Teddy's face turned a few shades of red when he realized that he kissed her 
from instinct. He quickly pulled his pants up and got off the bed. 

"Jesus, fucking Sharon. I'm a fucking human too. You know he's gonna go back 
to you. You can't let him kiss me once." 

"All right, go kiss her, Teddy," Sharon agreed, seeing that Carly was 
sincere in her plea and feeling some sympathy to her. 

"Forget it," Carly said. "Oh fuck it. I ain't got no fucking pride anyway. 
Come here and kiss me, Teddy," she said and threw the covers off her and 
held her arms out as Teddy glared at Sharon for making Carly act like that 
and then walked over to her. 

He kneeled over on the bed and lay his body on top of her, putting his lips 
to hers and keeping them there for a minute, as they rolled their lips 
around together, until Teddy finally had to come up for air. 

"Wow!" Carly said and looked at him with a lot of admiration. 

Teddy smiled at her and pinched her cheek affectionately. 

"You were great, Teddy," she said sincerely, feeling glad to take any small 
sign of affection. 

Teddy walked back to Sharon who immediately put her arm around him very 
possessively. 

"Shit, Sharon. You really ain't gotta worry about me stealing him." 

"I ain't, you worthless little dog!" 

Teddy smacked Sharon in her face. 

Carly got out of her bed then, and walked up the two of them, still in her 
pretty little birthday suit. "Hey, Sharon, Teddy. Damn, I didn't mean to 
start that between you two. Look, Teddy, she's right what she said about me. 
Now you'll even be able to make love to her better cause of this. See?" 
Carly told them in a calm tone. 

Teddy apologized to Sharon and kissed her. "Fuck, the next time anyone calls 
Carly a tramp, they're gonna have to answer to me." 

"I'm a tramp!" Carly yelled, producing a lot of laughter among the others, 
and even Sharon laughed with her. It was as if she had come to accept her 
position as "Carly the Tramp," like the way other kids get nicknames such as 
"Red" or "Stretch" because of some characteristic they had." 

"Hey, would someone please go into my bathroom and bring me a wet towel'!!" 

Three guys ran and got her a towel. She wiped her smooth fatty part of the 
top of her vagina and used a corner of the towel to get inside as they all 
watched her. She even made a joke about her four hairs, as one of the girls 
brought that up again. She counted them and showed them that it wasn't 
three, but four, and reminded them all that she was a year older than most 
of them, despite her "little baby girl physique" the way she herself put it. 

"All right, who's next?" Carly asked as she sat up in the bed and her eyes 
scanned the group, focusing on a tall black kid, the only black kid there. 
George, the one she ran against was not one of the participants. 

"Hey, nigger. How about you. I hear that you supposed to have a cock twelve 
inches long!" 

As soon as Carly said that word, there was a big silence in the room. 

"Hey, you better not call me a nigger, or I'll forget you're a girl and 
smack you one!!" 

"Hey, yeah! That's a good idea, nigger. Anyone who would rather take five 
shots at my ass, if you can find it," she added with a giggle, turning 
around and bending over to show them how tiny her ass was, "or one smack in 
my face instead of a fuck can do that," she continued. Then she paused and 
turned back to black John. "That cool with you, nigger?" 

"Man, Carly, I feel muther-fucking sorry for you that you like this!" 

"Shit, at least it's better than not feeling nothing for me, John," she 
admitted with a forced laugh, knowing that it was the truth. 

"Come on, ain't there no one who just wants to kiss me and hug me for 
fifteen minutes. Huh? Look, you all fucking feel sorry for me, but all I 
need is some loving," there were no takers and the rejection lights were 
going on in her head again. She realized that she had made them feel kind of 
awkward by the last part of her encouragement. 

"That's the story of my life. All right, come on already guys. I got a pussy 
full of fun for you, and I'm gonna make each and every one of you fucking 
guys happy. Don't all crowd me at once. Just step right into my orifice!" 
she said with a laugh and opened up her pink, juicy hole for them. 

"Carly, you really wanna get your ass and face smacked, I'll do it for you!" 
said Susan, the girl who was now going with Bobby, a guy Carly had once gone 
with for a few weeks. "You wanna fight me, Susan?" 

"Shit, I know you're like a fucking little animal when you fight." v 

"All right, hey, Susan, I got a great idea. How about I give Bobby a blow 
job and you whack at my ass? I would really dig that!" 

"You probably would, you sick little bastard." 

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"Hey, did I say you could call me that. You better be careful of me, Susan 
before I rip your shirt open and get everyone excited!" 

"That's something you wish you were able to do, little girl." 

"You're right, Susan. I wish I had tits like yours. And I wish I had your 
boyfriend. Now you gonna smack my ass while I suck him off," Carly sad, 
walking out of her bed again towards Bobby and Susan, as Susan backed off. . 

Carly walked up to Bobby. She got on her knees. She began to open his pants. 
"Oh, forgot," she added with a giggle and she crouched forward, sticking her 
ass up in the air towards Susan. 

"Hey, Carly, come on, huh?" Bobby said as she pulled his zipper down and 
began to stick her fingers into his pants. 

"Come on, Bobby. You know you ain't got nothing to be ashamed about. I 
sucked you off before when we were going together. Man, you remember how we 
broke up and I cursed you out and you cursed me out and told me how much 
better Susan was than me. Now you can get some revenge in on me, and Susan 
can smack me. Come on, Bobby. You'll dig it, and no one will make fun of 
you." 

"Why are you doing this, Carly?" Bobby asked her as she began to caress his 
man-sized tool inside his pants. 

"Shit, I thought we went through all this already, Bobby. Weren't you paying 
attention?" 

"Do it, Bobby. Do it. I'll make her little ass sting, the lousy little 
perverted whore!" Susan yelled. 

Carly rubbed her pussy and rolled her eyes at Susan. 

"Fuck! She's a fucking lesbian, too?!" another girl yelled. 

"That's one thing I ain't tried yet. Hey, Susan, you're about the prettiest 
girl here, next to me, of course. Uh, no, forget it, I ain't that hard up." 

Everyone began to laugh at Susan. 

"Shit, I would puke if you ever tried to make love to me. You are the most 
disgusting thing I ever seen, Clinton!" 

Carly smiled knowingly at her. She pulled Bobby's underpants down, and his 
erection came bouncing out, producing giggles and turns of the heads from 
the other girls, and even Bobby got a little embarrassed. 

Carly looked at the five other girls. "Come on, girls. You got to see what a 
cock looks like sometime. You ain't all gonna be virgins the rest of your 
lives, you know." 

The bed was crowded with people who were watching her. 

She put her mouth over Bobby's organ. "Ooooow! Oh my God!!" came a chorus of 
mixed emotions when she did that. 

She held Bobby by his boyish buttocks and slowly began to lubricate his 
seven inch pole with her knowing tongue, moving up and down on him very 
slowly at first. Bobby emitted a few moans from his lips and grabbed the 
back of Carly's head, helping her to go down on him and using her to hold 
onto at the same time. 

With her eyes, she looked up at his face, a mouthful of his cock, and she 
winked at him, letting him know that it was just like old times. 

She began to twirl her tongue around the sensitive rim of his rod while 
moving up and down on his, and she began to knead his balls with her 
fingers. 

She went a little faster. Bobby held her head tightly and began to moan and 
groan accordingly. 

Then Susan came up behind her, and seeing that Carly had sunk to her knees 
again, grabbed her ass, using the towel so everyone could see she wasn't 
touching her. 

"Don't Susan," Sharon and another girl pleaded. 

"That little bitch wanted it," Susan said as she looked at Carly sucking off 
her boyfriend. She raised Carly's taut, tiny ass off her feet. 

Carly, feeling the hot, pulsating rod in her mouth, understood what Susan 
was going to do. 

She felt that this kind of punishment was something she really needed. She 
knew it would teach her a great lesson, and would really humiliate her 
completely as she pushed Bobby back a little, her head still bobbing up and 
down around his hot young harpoon. 

Having the hated girlfriend of a boy who dumped her seeing him suck his cock 
and then smack her ass real hard was about the worst thing that Carly had 
ever dreamt possible. She remembered the revenge she wanted to get on Susan 
when Bobby first told her. Being in the subservient position she was in now 
and she being agreeable to it, made Carly realize with even more intensity 
that punishment like this was her way of alleviating the guilt feelings she 
had about the way she had let her life go so loosely. 

"THWACK!!" the surprise of the rolled up towel stung Carly's little cheeks, 
and left a red mark on it. Her head and body fell forward, almost causing 
her to gag on the hot instrument in her mouth. 

Bobby braced her as he saw it coming, and held her upright. 

"THWACK!!!" the towel again stung her tender tiny nates, leaving another red 
mark on her. 

She felt her pussy tingling from the sensations. She took one hand from 
Bobby's balls and began to rub herself, moving her head and tongue even 
faster around his cock, seeing that Bobby was turned on by that spectacle 
also. 

His moans and groans came out of him reluctantly, Carly was able to tell, 
knowing that he was ashamed to show that he was receiving pleasure from 
Susan smacking her ass. 

"Stop, stop that Susan," he panted. 

Susan, her lips clenched in anger, jealousy and hatred for the little girl 
let loose with her hardest smack with the towel, sending her flying into 
Bobby, and causing him to shoot his hot, pellets of gravy into her mouth. 

"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yesssss, yessss, Carly, ooooooow!!!!!" he moaned, as he 
pulled her hair and brought her into him. 

"Mmmmmmm," Carly sighed, her mouth still on his ejaculating ejaculator and 
the vibrations producing even more pleasurable effects in him. 

"His aching balls now were almost too much for him to take and he had to 
pull out, not permitting Carly to swallow and savor all of his briny, acidic 
juices, causing some of it to drip down her chin. 

Susan was pulled away from Carly by two other girls, and smiled triumphantly 
at the crowd as Carly staggered to her feet. 

She wobbled over to the bed, and sat down, immediately jumping up again, 
when the pain in her ass stung her. 

She licked her lips, showing the white still on her tongue. 

"Water, please, and a fresh wet towel!" 

She was brought her needs quickly. 

She swallowed the water down, leaning against a wall, and then wiped her 
face, getting some assistance by Sharon, who was now feeling very sorry for 
Carly, as were a lot of the others. 

She looked behind her at her ass, and saw the three red marks. 

"Shit, Susan, look what you did. I didn't tell you to use a towel. I should 
kick your ass for that, damn, you fucking bitch, now it hurts to sit," Carly 
said as she sat down again and felt the sting but she was able to grin and 
bear it." 

"All right, what's next on the list. Wait a second, Susan. I don't think I 
should let you get away with that. I'm gonna kick your ass, you bitch!" 

Carly advanced toward her. 

Bobby, who had pulled his pants back up, now stepped in between Carly and 
Susan, with a little help from Susan, who hid behind Bobby. 

"I should let you beat her ass, Carly, I know she deserves it, but I can't." 

Carly belted him in the stomach, causing him to double over momentarily, and 
rushed past him, and got at Susan. 

However, just before Bobby was able to recover, amidst some laughing by his 
peers at him for the way he had gone down from the blow of the little girl, 
Carly got a big shock. 

She grabbed Susan's arms, thinking that the tall, curvy girl knew nothing 
about fighting. 

However, at 5'7" and 129 pounds, Susan really didn't have to know that much 
about fighting to grab the naked Carly and fling her to the floor, along 
with a hard smack in her face. 

Susan, surprising herself, and feeling that she was entitled to really do 
some damage to Carly for the way she had tricked her into believing that she 
could kick her ass anytime she wanted, jumped on her and sitting on her 
chest, and pinning her arms down, began to smack her back and forth across 
her face, laughing hysterically, until Bobby pulled her off the little girl. 

Carly curled up into a little naked ball on the floor, and covered her face. 
Her body was heaving in and out. No one comforted her. She was glad, too, 
because then they would realize that she wasn't crying, but laughing, and 
then they would really think that she was sick and perhaps wouldn't talk to 
her anymore. 

She finally did get up, wiping her red eyes. 

"Jesus, Susan, why the fuck didn't you tell me you knew how to throw a punch 
I Damn, you're really a fucking tigress when you're mad. All right, guys, 
who's next?" 

Susan had just stared at Carly. Carly knew that she was now feeling terrible 
for the way she had just acted, showing her claws to everyone the way 
Carly's most inner and base desires were coming out. 

Carly's perceptions told her that this thing was a lot more than everyone 
bargained for. She realized that everyone's emotions and their thoughts were 
going through lots of changes. 

No one answered her when she called for, next. s 

"Hey, I've only had two of you. There's still about ten more guys. Come on 
guys, don't you wanna get fucked by an expert? Come on, step right into my 
orifice!" 

She lay back on the bed and spread her juicy hairless seam wide open. 

They all looked at her, and no one said anything. Apparently, they all 
realized, Carly figured correctly, that even though they would get shown a 
real good time by her, that they just couldn't take any more advantage of 
her. 

"I gotta split," said the tall redheaded guy. 

"Hey, hey, uh Frank. Just hug me, please, just give me a little affectionate 
squeeze before you leave." 

"Yeah, go ahead, Frank," John told him as he began to put his coat on. 

Frank picked her up and showing only the emotion of pity and awkwardness 
hugged her and squeezed her, lifting her off the floor. She put her lips to 
his and he responded a little until she tried to shove her tongue down his 
throat, He let her drop to the floor, and only a few snickers were left to 
laugh at her. 

Frank apologized. 

"Hey, isn't there anyone left who feels sorry enough for me to kiss me or 
love me?" 

There were no takers. The party was over. 

Alone, Carly sat in her bed, fingering herself and crying and laughing at 
the same time. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Carly was not given another shot at winning the dash against George. Just 
about all of the people who were in on the last race wanted no part of her 
anymore. "You bring out the worst in us, Carly," she was told. 

Carly found another clique or group of kids to hang around with, but she was 
soon nicknamed "Leech" along with Tramp. After many subtle hints that caused 
the red lights and bells of REJECTION to go off in her head, she was finally 
told by one of the braver members of her new group to "Get lost!" 

Richard Nixon was elected President on the day that Carly forced herself 
into a different group of kids, older ones, where she had to prove that she 
could do whatever any of the other girls in the quasi-gang could do. 
Naturally, she proved it, spreading her legs at the slightest provocation. 
She tried real hard to gain acceptance, and had to act as tough as she ever 
had, but even though she did help them to set fires to old houses and even 
rob a grocery store, her need for affection, something that was too soft and 
sentimental for the eighteen year old tough guys with knives and tattoos 
caused her to be ostracized from that group, even. 

She found herself a complete outcast eventually. No one wanted her, it 
seemed. 

Although Carly did feel a strange type of turn on by the way she felt so 
alienated from everyone else, she still was unable to cope with it very 
well. Naturally, she became desperately lonely, and had only her sweet 
smooth little delta to comfort her. 

She even lost her desire to keep on running, and her path to 
self-destruction was made a little clearer for her as she spent many of her 
lone hours by herself. 

She soon found a dog on the streets, and was actually able to hide it from 
her father for three days. For a short while, the fifteen year old girl 
found a kind of happiness she had never had in her whole , life with the 
German Shepherd mutt. 

The dog, whom she named Happy returned the love that Carly bestowed upon it. 
She soon found ways to get Happy to satisfy her physical needs. 

They fed on each other's open mouths and a little butter on her back door 
was good enough to get the male canine to enter it. 

After bathing Happy once, she knew that his engorged animal brawn was good 
enough for her. 

It was very good! 

When her father found out about the dog, Carly pleaded as she had never 
begged before to be able to keep it. She promised everything and she kept 
her word to study and stop fooling around, something which her father had 
found out due to her increasing reputation. She no longer received beatings 
from him. She no longer received spoken words from him, either, only money 
to buy food and a room in his house until she was eighteen and old enough to 
be thrown out, something Lou Clinton "looked forward to very much." 

Two weeks after Carly acquired Happy, he was gone. "It ran away," her father 
explained. 

Carly's breakdown at that point included telling her father how he had 
"fucked up her whole life," and "what a evil fucking man you are," and "I'm 
sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it." 

She had no friends, no dog, and felt the isolation and alienation her every 
waking moment. She began to sleep twelve hours a day. 

She still tried to get people to like her, and if they showed that they 
didn't like her, she tried to get them to hate her, and punish her. 

She naturally became very desperate when she found that a love or hate 
affair never lasted longer than a few days, a week at the most. 

Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, in July of 1970, she took a subway 
train up to Harlem. She wore pink denim shorts and a green halter, a halter 
that still had nothing to halt. Her long blonde hair hung tantalizingly down 
her back when at midnight she walked to the crowded corner of 125 Street and 
Lenox Avenue, the heart of Harlem. 

"You're all a bunch of fucking niggers!!!!" she yelled over and over. 

Her plan did not work as she had expected it would. All she received was a 
black eye from a fat black women, and a trip to the police station where she 
stayed overnight and fined $50 for harassment and disturbing the peace. 

Her father paid the fine, and brought her home. She was sent to a 
psychiatrist, and immediately exposed herself to him. 

She demanded to be put away, but "with other people like me." 

She was told that if there were other people like her, she would hate that 
even worse than the freedom she now had. 

After three visits to the shrink, Carly's father stopped letting her go 
because there was no noticeable difference in her behavior and it was 
costing him too much money for "someone not worth two cents." 

In September of that year, Carly's desperation was intensified even more. 
She, at the age of sixteen was repeating the ninth grade over again, and was 
two years older than most of her classmates. 

However, she still could pass for twelve, and for a boy. She even went to 
the beach topless on a few occasions just to see what would happen. Nothing 
happened, except for a few girls who probably wanted to look at the nice 
young boy. 

Lesbianism was about the only thing that Carly had not tried yet. She had 
told herself that she must have at least one moral or one thing that she 
could do that was right, and would not be offensive to people's morals, so 
Carly did her best to try not to become involved with other girls in a 
sapphic relationship. 

Although her legs were very feminine and her face very pretty, she was 
unable to maintain a relationship with a boy for a long time. She tried 
twelve year olds and even seduced one of her father's forty-five year old 
co-workers. 

She was very tempted to try to pick up one of the girls on the beach when 
she went topless, and even though she saw that a lot of the girls would look 
at her and put an extra little wiggle on for her, thinking that she was a 
good-looking fourteen year old boy, she refrained from acting out on her 
impulses, even though she had a lot of fun imagining what the girl would do 
when she found out that the things in between their legs were the same. 

Later that month, Carly went to a major league baseball game by herself. 

In the seventh inning, she walked down to the box seats and stood at the 
railing. She took off her raincoat and, completely naked, ran onto the 
field, running around the players as the twenty thousand people in the 
stands cheered her. She finally squatted down on the pitcher's mound and did 
her thing as the police closed in in her. 

"Finally, she's out of my hands," her father said in court when she was 
sentenced to spend six months in a girl's reformatory. The reason she was 
not taken to a mental institution was because when the cops came to get her, 
she dug her nails into one of their faces, and bloodied him, and caused him 
to have eye problems. 

Assault and battery on a police officer was obviously the more severe of her 
crimes, so she was tried for that. 

It was a loosely run place in a small town in upstate New York where Carly 
Clinton, number B-669042-54 was sent. 

After a short talk with the warden, Carly was introduced to the other girls 
in the reformatory for fourteen to eighteen year olds. That is, she was 
introduced to them by means of having to strip in front of ten of them and 
put in a cold shower to wash the lice off her. "Hey, Toni, she's a young 
one." 

"Mmmmm, look at that blonde little bush, a natural, mmmmm, she's gonna be a 
fine little chicken, Mikki." 

"Her hairs aren't even all in yet. Mmmmmm, look at that." 

"Look at that chest, not a bump on her, oooow, and check out her lips. I'm 
gonna love them eating my pussy out." 

Carly heard all that as she shivered in the shower. 

The matron gave her a towel and left her with her new crew. 

"Look, you fucking dykes," the naked and shivering little girl began, "I 
been around as much as any of you, and ain't one of you gonna see the day 
when I put my mouth on your smelly cunts!!" 

For that, Carly was promptly forced on her knees and found her face in the 
black bush of the biggest and toughest girl in her block. 

Her arms twisted behind her by two others, her head pushed forward by 
another girl, her calves sat on by another, her hair pulled back at the same 
time her nose and mouth stuffed into the fishy fragrant valley of a 
muscular, hairy bull-dyke, little Carly was ordered to "EAT!!" 

But Carly would not eat. As Michelle, "Mikki" Taylor pointed out, "Owwwwwww, 
the little bitch bit me!!!" 

A knee in her flat, curvy little belly doubled Carly over. Her faced was 
slapped around. 

Carly told herself that she would take everything they could give her, 
knowing that she would win respect and would be able to receive a better 
type of affection from the other girls in her wing if she showed them how 
much she could endure. She showed them, although they all did their best to 
make Carly eat. 

It became a thing to break her, not just to get some girls some pleasure 
from the young chicken who had just joined them, but a contest of wills and 
vicious sexual abuse upon Carly to show her that Mikki Taylor could find 
even worse punishments for Carly that Carly would not be able to withstand 
and accept. 

After the knee in her gut knocked the wind out of her, her limp body was put 
on a chair, her knees on the seat and her throat on the top of the back. She 
was held down securely and given a chance to get her breath back. 

A scissors was held in front of her eyes. 

"You gonna eat?" 

"I'm as hard as fucking nails, you fucking ugly dykes!" 

"Cut her hair off!" 

"Noooo, please, Jesus, you're a bunch of sick fucking bastards." 

"You gonna eat me?" 

"And me?" 

"And me?" 

"And me?" 

"Every day!" 

"Whenever we tell you to!!" 

"Cut my fucking hair off!!!" 

They did, making her long honey blonde tresses accumulate into a pretty 
blonde mat on the floor. 

"Now, you're not too pretty for us, you little bitch!" She was shown her new 
hair-do in a mirror. 

She. cried, as she looked at her short, butchered crop of blonde, and was 
allowed to feel her head. 

She felt like she had just been deprived of her most sexual feminine 
possession. Her tears plummeted to the floor beneath her, wetting her shorn 
gold locks. 

She saw that she looked like some little kid with a unkempt 1950's crewcut. 
She knew that her looks would no longer help her to get by. The irrevocable 
mass of hair laying on the floor under her face was the evidence. Like a 
limb that has just been cut from a body was the way that Carly looked at her 
hair. 

However, she was still able to feel the pleasure of the punishment. She knew 
that it was one of the worst things to ever happen to her, and she felt that 
it was right and just that it should happen to her. She knew that she 
deserved it and was thankful for the fact that people cared enough to make 
her able to cry. j.-"Are you ready to eat yet? We're just gonna keep doing 
things to you until you accept it, my pretty!" 

"Keep on going!" Carly yelled, her sensuous, throaty voice breaking with her 
tears and sobs. 

"Shave her!!" 

She was even deprived of the little fuzz she had remaining. White shaving 
cream was put on her head and then' a razor was carefully stroked along her 
skull. 

"Hey, look at that, will you? She still looks kind of cute, even with a 
baldie!!" 

Carly realized it too. Although she did feel that she looked terribly 
freaky, she saw that there was a certain kind of cuteness about her 
perfectly white and round skull. She had a few bumps and indentations on her 
skull, but that only made her seem to have a kind of toughness that added to 
her cuteness. 

Next, she was threatened with having her pubic floss removed by the razor's 
edge. 

She dared them to do it. They took her dare, and as she was held down by 
five girls, her sparse patches of yellow down were removed, making her as 
hairless there as she was a few years ago. Her whole body was lacking hair. 
Her smooth vagina was then fingered and pawed over by at least five 
different pairs of hands and a gag was stuffed in her mouth. 

Then a broomstick was placed over her spreadeagled body and the obvious 
intentions of what the girls were going to do with it were made clear to 
Carly. She was also given an opportunity to get out of "A very unpleasant 
feeling!!" y 

"Shit! I thought you fucking sadists were really gonna hurt me!!" 

""Jesus, Mikki, I do gotta hand it to her. She is tough!!" 

That brought a smile to Carly's face. She felt like she looked like a 
cartoon character such as "Caspar the Friendly Ghost" or "Henry" but she 
knew that whatever they did to her much-abused vagina she would be able to 
take. 

"Oooooow, ohhhhhh, yooooou, you're ruining me!!!! It's in too deep!!! Ohhh, 
ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhh, yieeeeee!!!!!!" 

She was unable to move. Trickles of blood seeped out of her crack when they 
finished with her. 

She spent two days in the reformatory's hospital, receiving a butchered job 
of patchwork, causing her to have a very large, sloppy orifice. 

She explained her new "hair-do" to the prison officials as "her own weird 
tastes," and said that she "Just got too fucking horny after a whole two 
days without a guy, so I stuffed a cock bottle up my snatch. "Any more 
stupid questions?" 

When she was returned to her group, Carly had won the respect of most of 
them, and they were divided into two groups, those that were on her side and 
those that were on Mikki's side. 

Mikki made one more attempt on her to get her to twirl her little tongue in 
her juicy domain. 

In order to prevent a chaos among the ten girls in her wing, Carly allowed 
herself to be placed down on a table in the closed carpentry shop a few 
nights later. 

Mikki rubbed her nipples raw with sandpaper, first producing the most 
pleasurable tingling feelings for the supine, but not bound Carly, and then 
the most excruciating pain she had ever had the pleasure of feeling. 

She proved to them all that she was able to endure it without covering up, 
and could take as much as Mikki wanted to give. 

She only asked for a gag to comfort her so her screams wouldn't bring the 
matrons. 

Mikki rubbed the sixteen year old's nipples until they were soft and raw, 
her hard pink skin rubbed off at the tips of both nipples. The passions and 
the pains helped to give Carly the comfort and security she needed in her 
ordeal and helped to clear the road even more on her path of 
self-destruction. 

Finally, Mikki was unable to take any more if it. 

She got to her knees, offering the bruised and battered bald girl some 
ointment and then proceeded to gently caress Carly's young, but sore, 
tender, and experienced little delta with her tongue. 

Carly found herself in the position of being able to command anything from 
the other girls, even hugging and kissing on the lips. However, she was not 
completely satisfied, although she was feeling better than she had ever felt 
before in her life. The attention and the respect the other girls gave to 
Carly affected her greatly, and made her very happy, but she knew that there 
was still something lacking. 

As her wounds healed and her hair began to grow again, Carly again took on 
the physical form of nymphet beauty she had possessed upon arriving. 

She was still a quarter inch shy of being five feet tall, and weighed ninety 
pounds, a realization that Carly knew would not change the rest of her life. 
She was still awaiting her first menstrual flow, four months shy of her 
seventeenth birthday. 

Her figure, as she had one of her slaves measure it was a beautiful 
29-17-27. She was mostly legs and rib cage, and her nimble, athletic 
qualities soon returned to her, when she was given a chance to show that she 
could spot any girl in the whole reformatory, including all of the black 
girls, ten yards in a hundred yard race and still win. 

However, she found that although she could command the girls to smother her 
with kisses and squeeze her and lick her all over, she could not command 
them to want her and need her and bestow real love on her. 

She tried giving up her right to Queen the ten of them, and had them all lay 
on their beds next to each other, their legs spread wide open and proceeded 
down the line of them, with her twirling lapping tongue as she kneeled. 

Whereas, before, she had commanded Mikki to shave her legs and let her hair 
grow out into a feminine style, she now let Mikki become her master, and she 
was ordered to let her own legs grow their normal hair. 

Her hair was parted on the side and cut into a most masculine style. 

When the pretty blonde frizzy fluff on her sleek legs began to come in, 
Carly found herself enjoying the role of a passive bull-dyke. 

She realized that the affection she was now getting from the girls was 
better than when she ruled them. 

She also noticed that one of the greatest qualities she had was her ability 
to adapt to most any situation and group, even if it didn't last long. 

Because 'of her attitude, and because of some of the things that Carly did 
in the reformatory, she was given another six months. She spent her 
seventeenth birthday there. 

Shorty after her birthday, in August of 1971, Carly was called into the 
office of the new warden, who told Carly that she would not be like the 
other warden. She believed that rehabilitation and not punishment was the 
main thing to stress to the girls there. 

Carly was forced to sit in the new warden's office, while she got to the 
root of Carly's problem, and she did. 

Carly found herself admitting to her that "the only reason that I don't kill 
myself is because I can still laugh and still cry, even if I do that in the 
wrong order," and "there's still a chance that I might find someone who can 
really love me," Carly admitted to the receptive warden, tears in her deep 
azure eyes. 

"If you look for it and know what you're looking for, Carly, you will find 
it. I'm sure there is love out there. There must be," the warden told the 
sobbing seventeen year old in a wistful voice, revealing to Carly something 
about her own personal life. 

Carly opened up completely and told her all of the incredible things that 
happened to her from the time she found her father in the room with the 
hooker. 

When the warden conveyed the proper sympathy for Carly and then began to 
talk to her "as a woman to another woman," Carly began to giggle. 

"Is something the matter, baby?" 

"I'm having my period now," Carly laughed as she looked down at the stain 
forming on her green prison garb. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Carly did her best to try to live up to the expectations of the nice new 
warden, Miss Hallie Brady. She tried to be a good girl and not let the other 
girls make fun of her, and she kept all of her appointments with the 
psychological counselor. Of course, by that time, Carly's neuroses had 
branched out into so many directions, to cure her completely was an 
impossible task, but she did try her best to see what her hangups were in 
analytical isolation and then try to fix them. She began to understand her 
need for punishment and how it related to her need for affection and sex and 
how her father had fit in. 

As the months passed by, Carly also had the new experience of a little once 
a month visitor who came knocking at her door. 

With the rather late onset of her puberty, Carly developed "The most 
beautiful little tits you'll ever see, Mikki," in the shape and size of half 
little-neck clams. 

She was a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday when she was released in 
the custody of her mother's spinster sister. 

Carly got a job as a waitress and took courses in the night to get her 
high-school diploma. 

She actually turned down a lot of offers where she worked as a waitress in a 
Flushing, Queens diner. 

However, there was one offer she felt was serious and dated a man, finally 
letting him have her "tunnel that a train could fit in now." 

Carly hoped that it would be the real thing, and even told him her true life 
story which he accepted with a combination of disbelief and surprising 
acceptance. 

However, when he finally told her that he liked her a lot, but his wife 
would sue him for divorce and take the kids if he didn't stop seeing her, he 
graciously bowed out of Carly's life. Although Carly began to feel a relapse 
coming on, and the red lights and bells of "Rejection" lighting up inside 
her, she told herself that it really wasn't her fault this time and then 
told the thirty year old man who had given her many gifts that she 
understood. 

However, the thought that she was "Just a born loser" kept cropping up in 
Carly's head. However, she remembered what Miss Brady told her about such 
negative thoughts and how to deal with them. 

She thought she understood what Miss Brady and her psychological counselor 
meant. She told herself that her last little affair would not break her and 
she wouldn't allow herself to dwell on feelings of self-pity and 
self-destruction. 

On her nineteenth birthday, in July of 1973, Carly received her equivalency 
high school diploma in the mail. 

At that time, her present lover was a thirty year old female social worker 
whom she lived with. 

Carly had never been so happy in her life as she was then. 

"You've gotten so mellow, Carly baby," Fawn Rainbow told her as they lay in 
their love bed that night. 

Carly's diploma was put in a frame and placed next to the master's degree 
that the beautiful black Fawn had earned. 

Carly was taking a course in court reporting and felt that she would soon be 
ready to apply for a job, especially with her diploma. 

As their tongues intertwined and their hot breath flowed out of their flared 
nostrils, the two feminine beauties grasped each other and undulated their 
trim bodies together on their common bed. 

Little Carly was as trim and taut as she ever was, her breasts as pert and 
firm and beautiful as Fawn had ever seen, she was told. Still the size of 
grapes, Fawn nestled her wise face in Carly's cleavage, and licked her pink 
nipples and areola's, while Carly ran her hands over the incurvation of 
Fawn's coffee-colored spine, telling her that "I still can't believe that 
you're everything I've ever wanted in a person, Fawn." 

"Baby, baby, baby, you're the prettiest little girl I've ever know. I can't 
go through a day without thinking about you, and seeing your eyes in front 
of me." 

"Fawn, please tell me that this is the real thing, that if were both weren't 
females that we'd be married." 

Fawn lifted her lips from Carly's sensitive and erect nipples. "Baby, if you 
really want to try to buck the system and get a marriage license, I'm 
willing." 

Carly buried her face into Fawn's firm, large elongated breasts and cried. 

Carly told her that it wasn't necessary, and that even if they won such a 
case in court, it would only bring them trouble. There was a little 
argument, and they agreed to put it off for some other time for discussion. 

Fawn lay on her back and pulled Carly on top of her hot curvy figure, 
Carly's left breast falling into her pulpy wet mouth. 

The tall, sleek woman wrapped her smooth, curvy tapering thighs around 
Carly's diminutive hips and squeezed her, pressing their two fertile moist 
crescents together, heating them up, producing the mingling of their blonde 
and black floss and the mingling of their puckering furrows and the mingling 
and blending of their love and passions. Their love, only a "Physical 
expression of the way we feel about each other," as Fawn had told her 
mature, yet emotional little lover, was what gave Carly the satisfaction and 
the impetus to carry on, and made up for everything else that ever happened 
bad to me, Fawnie." 

Fawn drew her cheeks in around Carly's nipple, nipping first one and then 
the other with her lips, pulling on her large pink buttons with her wet 
brown lips, as they undulated their bodies together in a soft rhythmic, 
pleasure-producing harmony. 

Fawn ground Carly's healthy passion erect nipples between her teeth, very 
lightly of course, and provided a mild hysteria of electrifying, 
effervescent euphoria for the young little blonde woman. 

"Ohhhhh, mmmmm, bite it, bite it hard hurt me, Fawn, hurt me, ohhhhh," the 
impassioned nineteen year old pleaded. 

Her senses dulled from the feel of the pleasure, her thoughts only thinking 
about the feelings that they were able to produce in each other, Carly's 
inner feelings of her yearning for punishment escaped from the deep recesses 
of her past. 

Fawn immediately went limp, and helped Carly off her. 

Standing up in front of the slightly surprised little blonde bundle of 
joyous femininity, Fawn looked down at Carly, her arms akimbo. 

"What?!" she stated. 

Fawn knew all about Carly's past and as a social worker was assigned to 
Carly's case when she was a parole officer. 

"I couldn't help it, Fawn. I didn't know what I was saying, please don't 
hold it against me. I just wanted to feel a little pain. I love you so much, 
please don't leave me, please, I don't know what I'd do." 

Fawn sat next to her and caressed her lips with her deft fingers while she 
spoke in a soft voice to Carly. 

"Baby, you know that I love you. Please, never think that I'd leave you. 
It's just that if I did hurt you even a little bit, you know how you are, 
Carly, you'd start to like it too much, and you'd be off again," Fawn said 
and kissed her eyelid. 

"You're right, Fawn. I guess I'm like an alcoholic who needs only one little 
social drink to get triggered back to the full habit, huh?"' 

"Exactly, my child. You'll make it, Carly. You have more stuff working 
inside you than anyone I've ever known. You'll get through," Fawn said as 
Carly tilted her head back, a beatific smile on her face, her white throat 
bared for Fawn Rainbow. 

She put her mouth over Carly's throat and kissed it and sucked on it, while 
Carly's fingers traced the curvy path down Fawn's trim body and gently 
manipulated her fingers around Fawn's melonous fluff and her fertile delta. 

Like two gazelles, the two feminine creatures climbed around their bodies so 
their faces were directly over their ripe valleys, their love-arrows slowing 
insinuating themselves into their moist soil and plucking their fertile 
fruits from each other. 

Their most inner of lips were engorged fully, turning from pink to red with 
the stimulation of their pigmented lips and their flitting, flickering 
love-darts. Their little pleasure buttons had swelled to thrice their size 
as they lay on top of each other as if they were one, their hands cradling 
the smalls of their backs, their legs spread trustingly open, not a care in 
the world except to give pleasure to their loved one. 

Their fragrant, piquant pulp oozed out of their outlets and were immediately 
lapped up by their curled tongues. 

Carly's unnaturally large door had of course, by now, healed completely, and 
she took great 'pleasure from Fawn's flitting tongue entering it and 
dwelling inside her, flitting it back and forth against her elastic pinkness 
like the wings of a cicada. 

The hot nectar emanating from their velvety flesh was only the physical 
manifestation of their torrential ecstasy that their feelings felt. 

The filtering atmosphere they had created filtered through every pore of 
their essence, their hot bellies breathing out and up and down on each 
other, while their elixirs continued to seep out. 

Feeling as if they were both on the same plane at the same point in time, 
resting comfortable on the tiniest grain of sand in the universe, their hot, 
melting passions rippled through their quivering bodies with paroxysm of 
volcanic heat, causing them to lose all sense of time and space, only 
feeling what they felt at each moment of their orgasms, each moment seeming 
as if it were an eternity of pleasure. 

As they lay on their common canopied bed in their luxurious two room 
apartment in the upper-class section of Bayside, Queens, they finally rolled 
off each other and lay next to each other, side by side, their arms around 
their shoulders. 

The communicated with their eyes, as they looked at each other, and knew 
everything that they were telling each other. 

"What's that noise in the kitchen, Fawnie?" 

"The cat, I guess. I'll go see if she knocked anything over." 

"Oh, silly Missy," Fawn chirped. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Missy, their cuddly Siamese cat, did knock over her water dish, but only to 
get out of the way of the two cat burglars. 

The pussy that the two thieves were after, however, soon changed from jewels 
of glass to jewels of flesh upon the discovery of the two beautiful females 
and the state Of dress that they were in. 

Although they had never been anything other than thieves, their booty this 
time was altered somewhat. 

Turning from professional burglars to vicious brutal rapists in a matter of 
minutes upon the sight of the "most beautiful cunts I ever seen!!" they 
proceeded to promptly violate the two terribly frightened females. 

Their screams were muffled by the thick' walls and the louder they screamed 
and the more they struggled, the harder they were brought to terms with 
their invasion. 

It was as if their identities were penetrated and infiltrated, making it 
much worse than a bump on the head. It was not just a physical sensation for 
the two women, but it was severe mental anguish and humiliation as well, as 
all rapes must be. 

They didn't use the two voluptuous females at the same time. 

Carly was the first and a knife was placed at Fawn's throat by the other 
crazed demoniac, who at the sight of the naked bodies of the women felt 
their aching brawn thrust out inside their pants. 

Fawn was forced to watch her still recovering little girl, and her pleas to 
do it to her instead and everything else only titillated them more when they 
saw the desperation in Fawn's eyes. 

The largesse of Carly's aperture and her figure of Lilliputian dimensions 
excited the one to the extent that as he violated her, he kept calling her 
his "little girl" in ugly sounding rasps of passion. 

Carly found herself in the position of being given unwanted sexual passion, 
and her troubled mind was unable to-take the punishment upon her person 
without regressing back to her old states, despite Fawn's screams for her to 
try to ignore her old feelings. 

Seeing the rat-like creature on top of her, pumping his hard bone into her 
very tender canyon of pleasure and feeling his chapped lips nipping her 
recently bloomed buds, Carly was unable to resist. 

"Bite my fucking nipple off, you cocksucker. I'm gonna kill you if I ever 
get out of this, ohhhhh, goddamn it, hurt me, hurt me, tear my fucking cunt 
open, you fucking ugly bastard, ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" 

He hurt her. 

Tears were streaming down Fawn's cheeks as she watched Carly regress. 

When it was Fawn's turn, the knife at her chest was not good enough to keep 
Carly from interfering. She let the frightened and surprised man prick her 
erect bud and she fingered herself at the feel of it. 

As she watched her lover humiliated, Carly felt changes of joy and despair 
surging through her body, occasionally letting out a little giggle when one 
of Fawn's screams penetrated her ears, and then pounding her face with her 
fists and pulling her hair when she realized what she was doing. 

Besides being a rapist and a cat burglar, it was soon found out that they 
were also racists and hated any perversion of any kind, lesbianism among 
them. 

Fawn's face was bruised and battered from the pummeling she received after 
she was impaled on the tool of his nee trade, and her sate of turmoil only 
enable her to pick up a few sounds such as "the little crazy one wants to 
give us blow jobs. She really wants to," and Fawn's blurred vision saw 
something shortly thereafter that would remain with her the rest of her 
life, hearing Carly tell the man who raped her, "Daddy, let me put your cock 
in my mouth." 

Fawn saw the other terrified man flee as Carly finally revenged herself and 
did to him what she wanted to do to her father. 

Although Fawn Rainbow had counseled many rape victims and told them how to 
cope with it after, as part of her job, she was selling then, and not 
buying. 

She herself was unable to cope with it, and a month vacation did not help 
her much. 

Carly was unable to comfort her and Fawn could only scream at the sight of 
Carly, who immediately began to hear the bells and red lights again. 

Carly was also placed in a hospital, but of course, no charges were filed 
against her, and she was finally released. 

Without the only person in the world to have ever loved her the way she 
wanted to be loved, Carly's will was not strong enough to resist the 
temptation. 

She rationalized that she was trying to find someone else, as meat after 
meat entered her hole and cleft after cleft caressed her tongue. 

. The black and blue marks on her body soon became a natural part of her as 
did the welts on her back and her almost always tender nipples. 

She knew that she was losing her looks because of that, but she soon found 
herself wanting to become as ugly as possible. She did refrain from letting 
herself get punished however, when she-felt an onset of will power and found 
that she was unable to attract as many people as she wanted to. 

She found ways to receive punishment that wouldn't leave any marks on her, 
and was satisfied with that. 

Carly did accept gifts on occasion, but she also had to give gifts to some 
of her suitors, male and female. 

Because she did bring in a lot of customers, Carly was given a number of 
raises at the diner she worked at, and was even given another day off in 
order to keep her there. 

She was punctual, however, and she rarely missed a day of work. They let her 
work there until her eighth month, after she had been there for over two 
years. She was given a maternity leave of absence. 

It was early August of 1975, a month after her twenty-first birthday that 
she waddled to the door of her two-room luxury apartment in Forest Hills. 

"Carly Clinton?" asked a tall auburn haired woman. 

"Yes, you gotta be Dagny Delevan. April told me about you. She said you'd 
like someone like me. Have a seat, take your clothes off, Dagny and make 
yourself comfortable," Carly said, holding her hand and tickling Dagny's 
palm with her finger. 

"April said you'd be receptive to me, Carly, but I really didn't believe how 
receptive," Dagny said with a smile as Carly brought her a drink. 

"Well, in my condition, Dagny, it's not easy to find people who are willing 
to have a little fun with me. I'm perfectly capable of feeling, but this 
little addition scares them off somewhat, chicks and guys both." 

"Well, I just mentioned to April that it might be nice to have some fun with 
a very pregnant girl, and I've never done anything like this before, but you 
seem so nice, Carly. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun." 

"Me, too, Dagny," the rotund Carly said as she unzipped Dagny's dress from 
the back and ran her hands down the smooth curved, freckled back of the tall 
redhead. 

Dagny placed a tentative hand on Carly's belly, still covered by her 
terrycloth bathrobe. 

"Go ahead, Dagny, touch all you want," Carly said, taking her bathrobe off 
and standing in her most natural motherly condition. "I'm sorry I can't 
drink with you, Dagny, but the baby doesn't have a draft card yet." 

"I understand, Carly. When is it due?" 

"About two weeks," Carly answered as she took Dagny's dress and hung it up 
in the closet. 

"Please, don't walk around too much, Carly. Let me help you into a bed and 
you'll stay put there." 

"You're very nice, Dagny," Carly told her as they walked arm in arm into the 
bedroom. 

"How old are you, Carly?" 

"Twenty-one. How old are you?" 

"Twenty-three." 

Carly lay back in her bed and looked at the tall pretty woman, still wearing 
her bra and panties. "You're not ashamed to let me see you, Dagny. You have 
what appears to be a beautiful figure." 

"Oh, let me get this off, baby." 

Dagny removed her bra and panties while Carly watched her with admiration, 
sucking her lips in, keeping her hands folded in front of her large belly. 

"Wow, your boobs are so big and round and stay up so nice, Dagny!" 

"Thanks," Dagny said and started to get on the bed next to Carly. 

"Wait, just let me look at you a little longer. You really excite me, Dagny. 
You're even a natural redhead, huh?" 

"You really make me feel so comfortable, Carly. I can't take my eyes off 
you, either. How's this?" Dagny asked as she turned around and did a few 
poses for Carly, flexing her long legs and bending over backwards and 
holding her breath in, making her chest expand with a most sensuous thrill 
for Carly. 

"You must be a fashion model or something like that, right Dagny?" 

"Close. I'm a dancer, and do some modeling on the side. 

"How tall are you. I bet you got a foot on me." 

"I'm five feet thirteen," Dagny giggled. 

Carly laughed with her and held her arms out. 

Dagny got into the bed and sat next to Carly. 

"Don't be afraid to touch anything, Dagny honey. I guess I can understand 
your desire for me. 

"You're sweet, Carly. I think that this is going to be the beginning of a 
good friendship," Dagny said as she lightly caressed Carly's milk-heavy 
breast. 

"Well, I try not to think past this one meeting, Dagny. Whatever happens, I 
guess will happen," Carly said as she placed her hand over Dagny's that was 
caressing her still small breast, even though it was heavy from the milk and 
colustrum. 

"You mind if I ask you a personal question, Carly?" 

"Look, Dagny, I understand that you like me for my shape now. We don't have 
to get into that love stuff. I understand, honey, really I do. Let's just 
try to have a good time now, and we'll skip the parts about telling each 
other about love." 

"I didn't mean to get you hostile, Carly. I think you're wrong about that, 
but I want to have a good time, too. I just wanted to ask you, if you don't 
mind answering, why you want to have the baby?" 

"You really want to know, Dagny? I'll tell you, but my answer might make you 
a little sick." 

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, honey. I understand. I was 
just-curious, thought, why you didn't have an I'm sorry, I didn't mean 
that." 

"I didn't have an abortion because I wanted the baby. I have no idea who the 
father might be, and I don't even know what color it's gonna be, Dagny. I've 
never been in love before, well, once, but that's a short, sad story. 

"I've had a terrible childhood with no love at all, and I've been abused by 
others and myself all my life. I want this baby because I want him or her to 
love me, and I will love him or her like no one else I ever loved before. I 
want my life to have some purpose. All right?" 

Dagny just sat next to her and looked at her, her eyes wide open, and a tear 
finally fell. 

Dagny finally told her that she would love her always, but Carly just nodded 
her head and said "We're here to have fun." 

It took another five minutes and another drink before Dagny was able to do 
to Carly what she wanted to originally. 

Carly slithered her rotund avoirdupois into a supine position, her head 
propped up by a few pillows Dagny placed under her. 

On her knees on the bed, leaning over her, Dagny kissed every inch of 
Carly's girth, and then her legs and her breasts, making her large red 
pigmented nipples tingle with a most sensitive passion, due to their 
increased sensitivity from her pregnancy. 

Her areolas were dotted with her milk ducts and secondary areolas lay under 
that, also a florid red color. 

Carly held Dagny's neck with her hands as Dagny leaned on her with her hot 
gentle body and gave her a very titillating going over with her tongue. 

"Oh, Carly, your breasts are so beautiful like that. You're the most 
feminine looking person I've ever seen. I bet your breasts are so tiny when 
you're not pregnant, I mean, yeah, uh, you know what I mean?" 

"I think so, Dagny. You know, I was completely flat-chested until I was 
seventeen, and the idea of someone telling me that my tits were beautiful 
was once some hopeless fantasy. I still would like to have tits like yours, 
though!" 

"Oh, don't ever say that, baby. I guess you don't know what it was like for 
me when I was younger to have boys tell me that they love me just because of 
two big things hanging off my chest?" 

"Ha ha, I guess I never thought of it that way, beautiful. Anyhow, I guess 
my figure is gonna be shot to hell anyhow once the baby is born. I'm getting 
blue lines in my legs already and my ass is spreading out in every 
direction. 

"Oh, you'll get most of your figure back, Carly. Don't be so vain. You still 
have the prettiest little rump, wow, I can fit it in the palm of my hand," 
Dagny marvelled as she slithered her hand under Carly and felt her soft 
cheeks, lying only a little in flattering Carly. 

"You must really have big hands then, Dagny," Carly laughed.-"Besides, 
didn't April tell you that I love being insulted?" 

"Well, she did say something like that about you being a masochist, but I 
really didn't believe her. You're not, of course, are you? I mean, if you do 
like things like S and M, I hope you're not counting on me to do them with 
you. All I want to do is make love to you, Carly, and I don't care if think 
love is a four letter word!" 

"No comment," Carly said with a laugh and she kissed Dagny on her lips. 

Dagny kissed her, leaning on her elbow and placing her face right over 
Carly, letting her tongue trace smooth gentle circle patterns around Carly's 
little puckered lips, the color of red-licked candy. 

Carly's fingers again found their way to the flaming orange cotton that 
surrounded Dagny's 

"hmmmm, very tight" crevice. Carly ruffled her fingers through her hirsute 
woolly tuft while Dagny rubbed her cheeks against Carly's sensitive breasts. 

"Ooooow, Carly, does that mean something?" Dagny asked excitedly when a 
yellowish fluid began to seep out of the ducts of her nipples. 

"Don't you know what that is, Dagny?" Dagny saw that Carly was smiling and 
was not worried, but she still shook her head nervously. 

"Don't worry, it's not pus," Carly said with a giggle and Dagny slapped her 
wrist playfully. "That's called colustrum." 

"Oh yeah, that's right. I remember reading about that. That's like the 
precursor to your milk, right?" 

"Very good, Dagny. I see you've been taking some sex education courses, 
huh?" 

"I've read a little," Dagny said with a little laugh. She stared at the 
fluid seeping from Carly's nipples. "Uh, you want me to get a washcloth for 
you?" 

"It doesn't taste bad, but if you're too squeamish, I understand. I do need 
some milking, though." 

Carly squeezed her nipples a little and the yellow color got a little 
whiter. 

"Wow! Wow! Carly, that's the prettiest sight I've ever seen. You mean, 
you'll really let me have some of your milk?" 

"Why waste it?" 

Dagny put her mouth over Carly's right breast and sucked on it like she was 
a baby, swallowing the most natural and healthy kind of milk that nature can 
create, and enjoying every drop of it. 

Carly felt the drawing on her breast with great excitement, and she patted 
Dagny's head as if she were a baby. 

She really liked Dagny, but she was still too used to being left stranded by 
people she thought she loved to let her think beyond this day in reference 
to Dagny. 

Dagny kept looking into Carly's eyes as she drank from her body, and her 
cheeks were raised and colored with a beautiful happy floridness, matching 
the color of her hair, almost. 

Carly caressed Dagny all over her milk-white back, feeling her prominent 
shoulder blades and relishing in her Amazon beauty. 

She kneaded Dagny's soft hemispherical breasts, and tweaked her pale pink 
nipples until they rose up on her chest like large russet pencil erasers. 

Dagny's lips were vibrating from her passionate sighing as she looked at 
Carly and sucked out her milk, tingling Carly at the same time. 

She raised her eyebrows quizzically to Carly, and Carly nodded her head with 
a smile. 

Dagny went to her left breast, feeling that the milk in her right one was 
getting harder to draw out. 

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," Dagny sighed after each exhilarating inhalation of 
milk, making Carly's giant nipples tingle her all over. 

Dagny caressed the motherly womb of Carly, running her fingertips all over 
the rotund, smooth skin, making Carly's pores tingle with delight, and even 
the occasional painful kicks the unborn baby would give her could not hinder 
the feelings that Carly felt. 

Finally, Dagny felt that she was sated on Carly's tasty milk and did not 
want to take anything that the baby might need, although her supply was 
perpetually replenishing itself during her pregnancy and for the nursing 
period after it. 

"I hope I didn't drain you or anything, Carly. I didn't, did I?" 

"Well, I guess my udders won't need milking for some time, honey. Just give 
me a few minutes to get my breath back. It weakens you a little, you know." 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Carly. I didn't realize," Dagny apologized. 

She rubbed Carly's forehead, brushing her voluminous yellow hairs off her 
face. 

"It's nothing to worry about, Dagny. I loved the feel of your lips on me. I 
just wish my breasts were larger and had more milk to give you." 

"I didn't take it all, did I?" 

"Of course not, honey. Hey, let's talk about something else. I hate that 
look of worry on your face. You're so pretty, too. You and April know each 
other a long time?" 

"Well, about five years. We've been lovers since then. We live just like 
we're married, and with another woman, Melody Ranier. Do you know her?" 

"No, I've only met April a few times, but I'm real happy for you, Dagny," 
Carly said as she ruffled her fingers through Dagny's feathery forest, 
marvelling over her very large tuft of maiden hairs. At the same time, Dagny 
was rolling her palm all over Carly's belly, feeling her abdomen and 
marvelling over her beautifully plump figure, occasionally touching the top 
of Carly's honey-colored little Mound of Venus. 

"She's a dancer like us, Carly. She's so pretty, too. I can't wait until you 
meet her, and the four of us will really have some fun. Another thing, 
anytime you need a baby sitter, out of the three of us, I'm sure we'll find 
the time, even on a moment's notice. Do you have a daycare center or 
anything picked out yet?" 

"I'm checking with some social workers, Dagny. I really appreciate your 
offer, though, but of course, I won't hold you to it. As I've said, I'm not 
looking past seeing you beyond today. I'm having a great time with you, 
though." 

"What?" You mean after what we've already experienced together, Carly, you 
can still tell me that it's not love. Please, Carly. I never want you to 
leave me. I'll beg you. I love you so much, Carly, please say that you'll 
want to see me again. I need you, please," Dagny pleaded, tears coming from 
her eyes as the very surprised Carly put her arms around her and patted her 
back and told her that she would see her again. 

Carly realized from her own experiences that Dagny must have also had 
something happen in her childhood that would cause her to act in such a way. 
As far as Carly was concerned all that they did together so far was feel 
each other up and look at each other's bodies and enjoy looking. She knew 
that the tingling feelings they gave each other's tits were fun, but to 
think that all that meant that they were in love was something that Carly 
felt she had outgrown a long time ago, even though something in the deep 
recesses of her being told her that she wanted to admit her love for Dagny, 
but she had been hardened to such and extent and had been fooled so many 
other times it was almost like a natural instinct with her by now to deny 
that there was love between two sex partners. 

Dagny wiped her eyes and Carly licked her tears away. Trying to change the 
subject, Carly told her how pretty her bush was and asked her why she was 
still so tight. 

"Well, the widest thing that was ever in me was a finger or a tongue!" Dagny 
explained with a giggle. 

"Seriously," Carly said, refusing to believe what she had just heard. 

"Seriously, Carly," Dagny laughed. I have never been with a man before, and 
I've never even used a dildo." 

"I think you're serious, Dagny. That is your cherry I'm feeling, isn't it?" 

Dagny tickled Carly's fingers that were probing her. 

"I never believed such things were possible. A twenty-three year old 
virgin!" 

"I don't think of myself as a virgin, Carly. It's just that I love women, 
and women don't have penises." 

"That's true," Carly interrupted her. '"But don't you think that you're 
missing out on 

! something, Dagny? I mean, I guess it's nice to have a tight cunt, but how 
would you know the pleasure you can get by sticking a cock, or a big, thick 
dildo or a coke bottle in would bring you?" 

"I guess it's just one little sacrifice I'll have to make. Really, I don't 
mind, Carly. I've been driven to heights of passion by April and Melody that 
I find hard to believe a penis would be better than. I guess I've been 
turned off by males ever since I found that all they cared about was the 
size of my cups, even when I was ten years old. Now, I can understand them 
better, but I just think that females are a lot prettier and more feminine 
than males and that's where my tastes have led me. Am I making sense, 
Carly?" 

Carly put her hand under her chin and looked at Dagny, a smile beginning to 
crease her lips. "Yeah, you're making sense, Dagny," she said and then 
paused. "You're really depriving the men of some real fine cunt, though. 
That word bothers you, I noticed. I'm sorry, Dagny." 

"That's all right, Carly, but I don't use that word myself. I guess it's 
just too bad for all those men out there who worship my boobs." 

"Yeah," Carly sighed as she stuffed her mouth full of Dagny's large left 
breast and licked it, nipping her nipple with her lips as Dagny squeezed 
Carly's back tenderly. 

Carly came up for air again and they again sat up uncovered in the bed. 
"We're just about completely opposite in everything, Dagny. I mean, our 
looks, our thoughts about life, and the things that happened to us." 

"But we still have something between us that makes us want and need each 
other. Right?" 

Carly said nothing, only ran her fingers along Dagny's crease, tingling the 
tall, voluptuous redhead. 

"Right, Carly?" Dagny repeated, but with a strong tone, and a noticeable 
tinge of desperation in her voice. 

"But, Dagny. I've been fucked at least five hundred times, maybe a thousand, 
ever since I was nine. One of my favorite pastimes is sticking pins into my 
nipples. My cunt, I mean, my vagina is as wide as a fucking, sorry for the 
French again, but it's as wide and stretched out like-" 

 I 

"Stop!" Dagny yelled, cutting Carly off in the middle. 

Carly looked at her quizzically, raising her light eyebrows in a wrinkled 
little arch. 

"I'll kill myself if you say another word, Carly! If you don't let me see 
you again, and again, I'll kill myself!" 

"You're as crazy as I am, Dagny. I love you." 

Carly listened to Dagny's story about what made her act the way she did, 
bursting out a couple of times into wild emotional states, after seeming so 
mellow and calm and girlish the previous moment. 

Dagny apologized to Carly for her behavior after explaining the things that 
happened to her in her childhood and adolescence that made her the way she 
is today. She explained that she is going to a shrink, and she's getting 
helped. Dagny also apologized for using suicide as a threat and said that 
she really would never have done it. 

Then, after having Dagny willing listen to her equally incredible history, 
Carly informed her that her dilated labia minora were very sensitive and in 
great need of stimulation. 

After resisting only because she thought that her very pregnant condition 
might not be conducive to it, Carly finally assured Dagny that she was in no 
danger because of her rotund temporary state. 

Carly helped to guide the nervous freckled redhead's fingers into her and 
both of the beautiful women had a good laugh when they came to Carly's hole 
that was made even larger due to the natural expansion that pregnancy 
brings. 

Dagny straddled Carly and balanced herself with her hands and feet, so as 
not to lay directly on top of her, and the two of them palpitated their 
tongues around their pink velvet. 

Carly found herself in the position of having to beg off from the passion as 
it became as intensified as any feeling she had ever felt before. 

"That's the first time that ever happened to me, Dagny." 

"Oh, it wasn't me, Carly. I guess it's because you're going to have a baby 
in two weeks that makes you so sensitive." 

"Maybe, but, whewwwwwww," she whistled loud threw her teeth, "you sure know 
your way around in there." 

"I've been doing it since I was five, Carly. I should know my way. But I've 
never really done it to a woman with a vagina like yours." 

"Thanks." 

They sat around and caressed each other some more, making sure that there 
wasn't a pore on their bodies that they didn't know, and talked openly about 
their dreams and ambitions and fears and loves. 

Dagny stayed over Carly's house and slept with her, getting up in the middle 
of the night twice to make sure that Carly was all right and gave her a 
sponge bath at four in the morning. 

Dagny apologized for having to leave at eight the next morning, but Carly 
told her that she was the only one who would get off in spiting herself to 
miss opening in a Broadway play as Dagny was going to do that afternoon. 

Dagny called her a few times during the day, and yelled at her for going 
outside to get some groceries. Carly told Dagny that she should go to her 
own house that night, since her two roommates might get a little jealous of 
her. Dagny would not hear of that, and she stayed with Carly until she had 
to be taken to the hospital, only seeing April and Melody when they came to 
Carly's house, and then the three of them, with Dagny's influence made sure 
that Carly didn't move, even carrying her to the bathroom. 

Of course, Carly invited them to stay and watch her urinate. 

While she went through the most wonderful and painful contraction in giving 
birth, Dagny sat in the waiting room and paced back and forth as if she were 
the father of the child. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Unknown to Carly at the time of her parturition, a very astute, fastidious 
and ambitious social worker had gotten on to her case. When he saw Carly's 
name come up on his records for some pre-natal visits the state paid for, he 
immediately linked it to her experience with Fawn Rainbow who had once been 
a colleague of his. 

Seeing some headlines and a promotion in his immediate future, the social 
worker bribed his way into some of Carly Clinton's earlier records, and got 
all .of them, including her school records and the time she cursed out her 
sixth grade teacher in a fit of rage ten years ago. Her arrest and prison 
record were also made available to him. 

Especially since Carly was unmarried, the social worker, Elias Thorn, 
decided that Carly would be unfit to be a mother for a child. He was able to 
convince a few judges of that, also. 

The baby, a seven pound boy, was taken from her. She was not even allowed to 
nurse it or name it. She was told this a few hours after bearing the infant, 
and was further humiliated by a nurse and a doctor who told her that her 
breasts were too small to contain a sufficient amount of milk. 

Carly was kept overnight in the hospital, and a suicide watch of three 
nurses stayed up with her, while she cried and screamed, and tried to break 
the leather straps that bound her to her bed in order to try to hurt herself 
again. 

She was given psychiatric counseling and was permitted to leave the hospital 
by herself in a few days, never knowing who adopted her baby. Her case made 
the papers, but with her record also printed, most of the words were not 
very favorable for her. 

Dagny brought Carly to her house and made some room for the terribly 
distraught girl with April and Melody also there. 

A battery of legal aid lawyers were working for Carly, but they told her 
that it would be a miracle if they won the case. Carly realized that they 
really didn't care about winning, just making a few legal points and gain 
some publicity for their outfit so they could attract more donations and 
grants. 

Carly was very incommunicable for a few weeks, and mostly moped around the 
house. She had also lost her job as a waitress when the adverse publicity 
about her was made public. 

Although Dagny would not hear of it, Carly was able to talk Melody into 
whipping her as she got on her hands and knees with no clothes on. Carly 
assured them that she would be all right after she was whipped, and needed 
to get it out of her system. 

After she was whipped, she launched into a long discourse in front of the 
three women on why she would have been a terrible mother for the child and 
how the baby would have grown up hating her. 

Then she sighed and asked Dagny if she could make love with her. 

While Melody, a tall, thin blonde of twenty-five and April, a pixyish 
brunette of thirty lay clenched in a sapphic embrace next to Dagny and 
Carly, Carly asked. "I'm really a mess, huh? My figure is just about shot, 
isn't it, Dagny?" 

"Of course not, Carly. You're still a beautiful little thing." 

April looked up at Dagny and smirked. "Oh, tell her what she wants to hear, 
Dagny. Don't you know Carly by now? She'll never change," April said. 

"Yeah," Carly said with a laugh, and April and Melody laughed with her. They 
both understood that it really wasn't that serious or sick of Carly to want 
to be doing things like that. 

"Carly, your ass is really getting flabby, and you better watch your belly 
too. I thought your breasts were too tiny to droop, but they're starting. 
Uh, what else?" Melody said. 

"Her legs," April reminded her. 

"But we all still love you, Carly, and they're just putting it on extra. I 
still can't figure why you want to think of yourself like that," Dagny told 
her as she kissed her large pink nipples, still sensitive and containing the 
ducts for her milk to pass through. 

Two weeks later, Carly was married. 

She had received a number of letters, most of them hate-mail that was 
unsigned. She did receive a few sympathetic notes, and she even received a 
few donations totaling close to a hundred dollars. 

One of the letters Carly received was a twelve page handwritten thing from 
someone who called himself Martin "Crazy" Kaplan. 

In explaining why he thought that what happened to Carly was one of the most 
atrocious things he had ever heard of, placing the culpa not on' her but on 
society, he also told her that he thought that he, himself was a lot like 
her, and asked her to marry him, telling her that all she had to do was call 
him up and say "yes," and they could work backwards from there. 

Carly said, "yes." 

They were married a few weeks later, and Carly went to live with Crazy in 
his apartment in Brooklyn, not far from where she used to live. Crazy was a 
writer of pulp fiction, and earned enough to support her. 

Carly soon found out that Crazy had really earned the nickname he carried on 
his back. 

He recited a little poem to her one time that summed up their relationship 
pretty well. 

"There was a sadistic man And he had a masochistic wife. 

He beat her all the time And they lived a happy life!" 

There was a lot of love between them, and they never tried to hurt each 
other from anger, only for pleasure. Crazy helped to show her that she 
shouldn't try to repress her impulses when she was around him, and she 
didn't. 

"I'm as healthy inside as I've ever been, Crazy," she told him once. 

Carly also continued to see Dagny and her other two friends. On a number of 
occasions the five of them engaged in a kaleidoscope of passion, although 
Dagny's desire not to have anything wider than a finger or a tongue inside 
her was respected. 

Carly soon began to run again, but not competitively, and she did other 
exercises to help get her figure back to the state where Crazy helped to 
convince her that she was beautiful. 

As her wrists were tied to her ankles and Crazy shoved his engorged brawn 
into her little bumhole one evening, his panting insults were interrupted by 
a remark that Carly had made. 

Despite the pain and the pleasure of her bound, immobilized position, and 
the wonderful feelings of humiliation that permeated her body for this 
temporary little session, Carly mentioned how a psychiatrist once mentioned 
to her that the root of her problems was that she wanted to have been a boy 
instead of a girl. 

"You had to get that in there, didn't you? How the fuck you think I'm gonna 
feel if you think you're a boy and what would that make me? Oooooow, I'm 
burning inside, ahhhhhh, you got the cutest little ass, you stupid runt!!" 

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhh, I like it so much, Crazy," Carly panted, her forehead 
pressed against the mattress, her soft, round little cheeks sticking up in 
the air. "I know I'm a female, Crazy, that shrink was full of shit. I'm just 
a normal, healthy young woman. Oooooooow, ahhhhhh, that feels so goooooood!" 
The movement inside her rectum gave her the most sensitive, yet awkward 
feelings she had had in a long time. "I'm just being myself, and I don't 
give a shit what kind of label someone wants to stick on me, ohhhhhh, I'm 
having an orgasm, Crazy, oooooow, ahhhhh, yessss." 

"Healthy? You? You're completely fucked up, Carly!" 

"Ohhhhh, I love you so much, Crazy. Oooow, ooooow, ooooow, we're all fucked 
up. I'm fucked up, you're fucked up, President Ford is fucked up. Everyone 
is fucked up!" 

"His hands gripping her soft little breasts to help bear his aching spear, 
Crazy leaned over her on the bed, his missile still secured in her 
poop-chute. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming, ahhhhhhhh! I love you, too!!!" 

The hot pellets of his white stew were propelled into her, and she struggled 
with the thick ropes binding her feet and hands, causing her to feel the 
burning, titillating pleasure inside her hot, frisky little body. 

Her succulent sap oozed out of her pulpy slit, as Crazy slithered out of 
her, and brought the little ball of fun onto his chest as he lay down, 
spent, on the bed. He insinuated his fibrous, flexible tongue into her large 
moist hole and lapped up the residue of her saline honey juice. 

Then he untied her and they kissed. 

On that cold winter day of late January in 1977, twenty-two year old Carly 
Clinton Kaplan needed no blankets or clothes to heat her up. 

They looked into each other's eyes and knew that they were both satisfied 
with their ideal mate. 

"You're everything I ever wanted in a man, Crazy," she murmured as she lay 
spread-eagled on the bed, Crazy caressing her pink nipples and running his 
fingertips along her breasts. 

"Listen, I got some bad news for you. I'm in love with Melody and we're 
gonna get married once you give me a divorce." 

"Oh shut up, you imbecile," Carly giggled as she put her hands over Crazy's 
and helped him to knead her breasts. 

"Oh, I forgot. The inauguration is tomorrow. We'll have to put it off for 
another day," Crazy laughed. 

"Well, they better not take Superman off the air for that," Carly said. 

"Hey, Carly, what's that?" Crazy asked as he kneaded her breasts and felt a 
little hard thing in her flesh. 

"Oh, that's just my lump," Carly said with a sardonic laugh. 

Meanwhile, Dagny Delevan, the beautiful redheaded dancer, in order to earn a 
little extra money was instructing and tutoring fifteen year old Muffin 
Mayberry some of the latest modern dance techniques. 

The two girls were wearing black leotards as they practiced some movements 
in Muffin's home. "Muffin, if you're serious about your dancing, you will 
practice and exercise your legs to condition yourself. That's the most 
important part of a dancer's body, you know." 

"But wouldn't my legs get muscular, Miss Delevan?" 

"Are you more concerned with dancing or your looks, Muffin?" Dagny said 
sternly. 

Muffin blushed a little. 

"Oh, you teenagers are so vain," Dagny huffed and smiled at the young girl. 

"All right, I'll do the exercises more often. You really think I have talent 
for dancing, Miss Delevan?" 

"Well, I think you do have, a lot of natural talent, Muffin, even if you 
started kind of late. You know, I was four years old when I began to take it 
seriously, and. I still have a lot to learn. Don't worry-about your legs 
becoming muscular, either. They can be strong without being muscular. Look, 
are my legs muscular?" twenty-five year old Dagny asked and lifted , one of 
her long, shapely legs out for Muffin to inspect. 

"Oh, no, of course, not, Miss Delevan. You have really great legs. Yeah, I 
guess they don't get muscular. Are my legs too short, do you think, yours 
are so long," the blonde teenager asked, and stretched out one of her lean, 
shapely legs. 

"No, of course, not, Muffin. You have the perfect body for a dancer. Your 
breasts aren't too large to get in the way like mine sometimes do, and your 
hips aren't too big, either. I guess if I were built like you, I might have 
been a star by now," Dagny said wistfully. 

"Gee, Miss Delevan, you're a great dancer, and you're really beautiful, too. 
My breasts aren't too small, are they?" 

Dagny put her arm around Muffin's shoulder and laughed. 

"Baby, don't you know that there's no such thing as breasts that are too 
small?" Dagny asked with a laugh. An image of Carly came to Dagny's mind 
then, and of all the great fun that she and Carly had together. 

"Can I talk personal with you, Miss Delevan, like a girl to a woman?" 

"Sure, baby, our lesson is over for today anyway. And call me Dagny." 

"All right, Dagny," Muffin said with a giggle. "Urn, I wanted to ask you 
something about sex, all right?" 

"Well, I guess you can ask me, but I'm not sure if I'd know the answer." 

"Well, it's about boys. I'm still a virgin, Dagny, but there's this boy who 
I really like, and he keeps asking me to you know." 

"Well, do you want to?" 

"Well, I really don't know if I want to. We've only made out before, and I'm 
not sure if I should yet? I want to be certain that the first one I give my 
body to really loves me. Do you think that's important, Dagny. Did your 
first one love you?" 

Dagny blushed a little. "Should I be completely honest with you, Muffin?" 

"Oh, yes, Dagny. Please, I think I know what you're going to say, but I can 
take it." 

"What am T going to say, Muffin?" Dagny asked. She smiled at Muffin as they 
sat next to each other on a couch. 

"That your first one didn't love you, but you liked it anyway?" Muffin 
asked. 

"No, Muffin," Dagny said with a giggle. "What?" Muffin asked, also giggling. 

"Well, baby, I've never been with a man myself," Dagny admitted to the 
fifteen year old. 

Muffin's eyes bulged out and then looked at Dagny with a startled 
expression. "Oh, come on, Dagny, stop kidding with me. I know that someone 
as beautiful as you must have been in love. It's impossible!" Muffin stated. 

"I never said I wasn't in love, Muffin." 

"But how could you be in love without giving your body out?" 

"Muffin, baby, your body isn't something that you just give. You have to 
receive, also, and love doesn't always mean that there has to be sex, you 
know?" 

"I didn't know that. But, hey, are you like a nun or religious or something 
like that, Dagny?" 

"Of course not," Dagny laughed. 

"Then how could you have been in love without ever having had sex? Are you 
sure you're not putting me on?" 

"I never said that I never had sex, Muffin?" 

"You didn't? Yes, you did, Dagny. You said that you've never been with a 
man. I heard 'you say it just a few minutes ago." 

"Yes, I did say that, Muffin." 

"But I don't understand, Dagny," Muffin whined. 

"Well, maybe someday you will," Dagny laughed and patted her head and 
started to get her things together. 

"I'm sorry for taking up your free time, Dagny. You're going to give me 
another lesson next Thursday, aren't you?" 

"Sure. Six-thirty, right?" 

"Yes. Can I just ask one more thing, Dagny?" 

Dagny smiled at her and nodded her head. "Well, is there really something 
that I don't understand about sex yet? I mean, I thought I knew a lot about 
it, but you confused me." 

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. Just what is it you don't understand?" 

"Well, let me see if I got this right. Um, you said that you've never had 
sex with a man, but that you have had sex. Right? That's what you said, 
right?" 

"Right," Dagny admitted. 

"But-but-No! Dagny, you're not!" 

"I'm not what?" 

"But that's wrong, Dagny, isn't it?" 

"What's wrong, Muffin?" 

"I can't say it." 

"Muffin, I thought that you had some kind of maturity about you," Dagny said 
and walked towards Muffin. Muffin backed away from her. 

"I guess this means that you don't want me to come back again. Is that 
correct, Muffin?" 

"Dagny, I'm sorry, but you understand how I feel, don't you?" 

"No." 

"But you're a lesbian, Dagny!" Muffin put her hand to her mouth and covered 
it when she said that, and backed away from Dagny again. 

"There, you said it, Muffin. That wasn't hard to say, was it?" 

"You mean, you admit it?" 

"Of course. As long as you brought it up, Muffin, I don't think that I have 
anything to be ashamed about." 

"You don't? But don't you think that it means that you're not good enough to 
satisfy a man?" 

"No." 

"Well, you are kind of pretty, I guess, but--but...." 

"Before I was beautiful. Now, I'm kind of pretty?" Dagny said with a tone of 
annoyance and a smirk: 

"Well, um, I mean, but, if you have to do it with other females, Dagny, 
doesn't that mean that you're not feminine and that men don't want you 
because you can't satisfy them in bed?" 

"No, it doesn't mean that, Muffin. Maybe men are not good enough for me, and 
little girl, I am usually modest, but your insolence and simple-minded 
observations force me to tell you that I think I'm as feminine as you will 
ever hope to be!" 

Muffin looked at Dagny again. She pouted. "But-but-" 

"But what?" 

"What do females do together?" 

"You mean you want me to describe it to you in explicit detail?" 

"I didn't mean it that way, Dagny. Look, I'm sorry. I guess you were right 
about what you said about me. I admit it, Dagny. It's just that I never 
expected a lesbian to look like you. I couldn't even tell." 

"Oh, you mean you didn't see that big sign on my back that says 'LESBIAN'." 

"Oh, I meant that, well, I guess you don't have to look like a man. You 
really do seem feminine, Dagny." 

"Thank you, Muffin." 

"You're welcome, Dagny. Um, can I ask you another question? I don't mean to 
take up your free time. You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to, 
Dagny." 

"Nonsense, Muffin. I'd be happy to answer any of your questions as long as 
they can make you understand a few things." y 

"Were you my age when you were a lesbian, or older?" 

"Younger," Dagny said. 

"Do you hate me, Dagny?" 

"Oh sure. Of course. " 

"Oh, you're only kidding. I like you. You can still be my instructor. I'm 
really sorry for being so prejudice, Dagny." 

"Thank you. And don't worry about you know, that little thing," Dagny said. 
She whispered "lesbian." They both giggled. "I won't attack you, Muffin." 

"Shucks," Muffin said and slapped her thigh in mock anger. "Would you think 
it too premature of me to say that I feel like considering becoming a 
lesbian, Dagny? I can still be feminine and be a lesbian, too, like you. 
Can't I?" 

"Why do you want to be a lesbian all of a sudden?" 

Muffin shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I'm not sure, but I guess I did think 
about it before, and it turned me off, but now I see that maybe there is 
something to it. I mean, if I find a girl that likes me, I really don't see 
why we couldn't do something like kiss. I've kissed girls before, you know, 
like just to say hello, but it wasn't anything sexual or anything." 

"I guess it really can't hurt you to try it. 

You won't get pregnant, that's for sure," Dagny laughed. ."Well, I guess 
I'll be off now, Muffin. I enjoyed talking to you." 

"Do you have an appointment for something, Dagny?" 

"No, not really. Why?" 

"Well, I know I'm about fifteen years younger than you, but I was wondering, 
if, uh, maybe, you could, uh, um-" 

"Fifteen years younger than you?!! Muffin, I'm only twenty-five. Wow! That's 
the first time anyone ever thought I was older than I am. Wow! Do I really 
look that old?" 

"Oooow, you are vain, too. See? I'm just a bad judge of age, Dagny. I just 
assumed that you were around thirty, but I figured you were younger. I 
didn't mean to make you feel bad, Dagny." 

"Well, now you embarrassed me for making me show my vanity like a little 
girl." 

"Oh, Dagny. Stop being such a baby," Muffin said and she put her arm around 
Dagny's shoulder as they sat down again. 

"Thank you, Muffin. I'm sorry for yelling at you before." 

"That's all right, Dagny. You look so pretty when you're upset. I mean, 
you're beautiful anyway, but even more when your mouth and eyes show anger." 

"What about when I laugh?" Dagny asked, and then she laughed. 

Muffin kissed her on her cheek. 

Dagny looked at her and smiled happily. 

"I guess that we do have a lot of girlish things that we have in common. Do 
you?" 

"Uh, yeah, I think. I mean, it's nice to believe that a fifteen year old 
thinks that I can act like I'm also fifteen, Muffin. But I have been around, 
and I do have some more experience than you." 

"Oh, I know. I know, Dagny. I wish that maybe somehow you can show me your 
experience. Can we make love?" 

"You mean, you and me, Muffin?" 

"Please?" she asked meekly. 

"Well, oh, I don't know. I just feel that I'd be doing something wrong if I 
made love to a fifteen year old. I mean, I'm sure that you're almost as 
physically mature as I am, but you're still fifteen, Muffin." 

"I won't tell no one, Dagny. I understand that I should be discreet about 
it. I do have a pretty good body for a girl my age, too. You wanna see me 
without my clothes on first?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you have a great little body underneath your leotards, Muffin. 
That wasn't what bothered me about it." 

"Then what? That you'd ruin my morals or something. You just said that 
there's nothing to be ashamed about being a lesbian." 

"That's right. I did say that, sweetie," Dagny said. She kissed Muffin 
softly on her lips. 

"Ooooow, that felt so nice, Dagny. It really did. I can't believe I just did 
that and didn't feel awkward. Do you think I felt awkward, huh?" 

"No, of course not, Muffin," Dagny said with a laugh. "You don't have to ask 
anymore questions. All you have to do now is feel. Let's get our leotards 
off, all right?" 

"Sure," Muffin agreed. 

They both peeled their leotards off and stood naked in front of each other. 

Slowly, they began to caress-each other's bodies and tell each other how 
pretty they are, kissing and licking their curvy feminine shapes. 

They went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. They licked and felt 
each other's tits and then they fingered their cunts, making all of their 
wet cunt juices come out. They were both sighing and moaning with passion, 
as they held each other and grappled and moved around on the bed. 

Their tongues intertwined and their hot breath flowed out of their flared 
nostrils. As they felt their orgasms approaching, they knew that they were 
meant for each other. 

"Ohhhhhh, I knew it would be this wonderful," Muffin sighed. 

"Ohhhh, so did I, baby," Dagny murmured. "So did I." 

It would always be like that. 

Forever. 

And nothing would change that. 

They would be as one. 


THE END
