Archive-name: First/susecret.txt
Archive-author: S. Q. Johnson     (c) Poet
Archive-title: Susan's Secret Life


(as told to Poet) (c) Copyright, Poet, 1991

     I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life
before, but certain recent events have made me realize that
I must trying to look back at my life to date in order to
understand myself.  I've lived, actually, two different
lifes simultaneously.   In one life, I've been a model
student and, now, an attorney who is respected both for her
legal abilities and her sedate, upright existence.  In the
other, I must admit, I've beome a shameless slut, a sex
addict, fucking everyone I can.  Until recently, I've been
able to keep these two lives separate.  Even though high
school, where I earned straight A's and was the captain of
the cheerleader squad, only a few people knew about my
secret life.  But my world started unraveling in the late
1980s when I took a job at a law firm in Phoenix.

     I was just out of law school at the fairly young age of
24.  I had graduated from college and law school with
honors, so I was interviewed by one of the top law firms in
Phoenix.  Riding the elevator up to the top floor, I was
nervous, worrying that my shyness would overcome my sense of
how could I was as a future lawyer, and so I barely noticed
when the handsome young man got on the elevator on the third
floor.  But soon I became all to aware of him.  We were
alone in the elevator but instead of giving me room, he
stood directly behind me.  As we rode higher and higher, he
came closer and closer until he was pushed softly against me
from behind.  I was scared so I stepped to the other side of
the elevator and tried to give him a scowl to show him I
wasn't interested.  I looked directly at him and frowned,
but he just broke into a wide, handsome grin and winked at
me.  I felt that he could see right through me.  Right into
my secret life, that is.  He was younger, maybe eighteen or
nineteen, and extremely handsome.  His knit shirt showed off
his hard muscles, and I started to go weak in the knees
right then and there.  I looked down quickly to hide my
embarrassment and beginning lust.

     "I can't think about that now.  I can't think about
that now," I kept telling myself as I felt a flush of lust
rise in my chest and my breath came in shallower sips.  I
could even feel myself getting wet.  That's my problem.  I
love sex and have a hard time not thinking about it.

     The young man started come toward me again and I
started backing away until I ran into the wall of the
elevator.  Luckily for me we had just reached the top floor
and the doors opened.  I looked up.  The young man looked me
in the eyes and licked his lips then turned and walked out.

     I was hot and flustered.  How was I going to manage  to
get through an interview in this state?  I wanted to find a
bathroom and clean myself up.  I wanted to be alone for a
few minutes to get a grip on my runaway emotions.





     I'm told I'm attractive.  In fact most people describe
me as a beautiful blond with a body that attracts men like
flies even though my breasts are not overly large.  But I am
increadibly shy of my body and rarely try to attract any
attention.  I dress in smart, tailored business suits.
Smart enough to instill confidence in my colleagues and my
clients, but sedate enough not to attract unwanted
attention.  At the same time I am constantly thinking about
sex and imagining what it would be like to be fucked by
almost evey man I know.  Even whe waiting for a plane or
bus, I will mentally undress the men around me and imagine
what it would be like fucking them.  I continually imagine
throwing caution to the wind and becoming a slut who fucks
and sucks without a second thought.  My problem, of course,
is that I not only have second thoughts, but thirds and
forths.  This was even after I was introduced to waton sex
by Bob, my lover.

     Bob was the young man in the elevator.  He is 21 years
old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers,
photocopying, mail-boy, etc.  He's strong and good looking.
I think he must work out to have such a build.  His stomach
is rock hard and his muscles bulge, making me almost cream
myself each time I see him.  He is, by the way, not at all
hard to mentally undress since he wears such tight shirts
and jeans almost all the time.  He is a brunette with
flashing green eyes.  God!  Just thinking about him makes me
want to . . .  But enough of that.

     I constantly noticed Bob watching me during my first
few weeeks at work.  He would be walking through the office,
or in the elevator, or in the parking lot.  It seemed that I
was seeing him everywhere.  After about three weeks of
working there we found ourselves alone in the elevator again
one morning.

     "God, you're beautiful,"  Bob said.  "Just looking at
you makes my mouth water."

     I dodn't know what to do.  I almost passed out right
there.  My head was spinning and I thought I was losing my
balance.

     "My name's Bob.  Bob Fletcher.  What's yours?"

     "Ah.  Sue.  I mean, my name's Ms Johnson.  I'm a
lawyer."  I lowered my head and backed against the wall.

     Bob laughed hard and bright.  "Well.  A lawyer.
Listen, honey, I know what you need.  You want it, you gotta
ask for it.  Stay after work tonight an' let me know."

     Just then the elevator door open up and Phyllis Flat
got on.  Phyllis and I were friend and ven though we'd only
known each other about two weeks, she knew me well enough to
know that something was wrong.

     "Hey, Sue," she said.  "What's a matter?  You look all
flushed.  You o.k.?"

     "Yeah, I'm o.k.," I managed to say, half whispering
half stuttering.





     As the clock approached five, I felt worse and worse.
I sat at my desk but no work was getting done.  I couldn't
think straight.  I knew I wasn't going to stay late.  I'd
just go straight out the door at five.  No problem.  That
would be that.  I was trying to leave all of my second life
behind.  New job.  New city.  No one has to know.  Please,
God, help me from letting it all start up again.  I love it,
God help me, but please. . . .

     At five to five as I walked out of my office to the
water cooler, I saw him standing beside the elevator,
leaning against the wall and smiling at me.  I knew I was a
goner.  I had to stay.  Yet I kept telling myself that I'd
walk right past him and just go out, but in my heart of
hearts, I knew I'd stay.

     At five, Phyllis opened my door.  "Hey, you coming?
Can't work your whole life."

     "Oh, sorry, Phyllkis.  You go on.  I got a bit more on
this case.  Don't want to have to take it home with me."

     Even then I told myself that I'd go.  Just stay a few
minutes.  If I ran into him, I thought, I'd tell him what's
what.  I'm not interested in him or anything he's got.  I
rehearsed a dozen things I was going to say and then
promptly forgot them all immediately.  I couldn't think
straight.

     Five after the hour there was a knock on my door, then
the handle turned and he walked in.

     "Well, sweet Sue.  Bet we're going to have a sweet
time."  His smile flashed as he softly closed the door.

     "No.  I mean, I don't know what you . . .  I mean, what
do you . . .   Who do you think . . .  What do . . ."  I
stammered, absolutely unable to think straight.

     "You know exactly what I want.  I want to turn you
inside out.  Make you cum like the bunny you are.  Give you
something like you've never had it.  Ever.  Make love to you
so rich and full . . . .  Well, what do ya, say?  Do we do?
Or do we don't?"

     I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't talk.  I lowered my
head.  "Do," was all I said.

     Bob walked around to my side of the desk.  He grabbed
me firmly by the shoulders and stood me up.  His hands shot
to my breasts and roughly felt them suit coat and shirt.
His fingers found my braless nipples and they immediately
hardened to his touch.

     "No, Bob!  I cant'.  I mean.  Jesus."  I ground against
him dispite myself, pushing my cunt against his jeans.  I
could feel a damn burst inside me emotionally and, at the
same time, I could feel myself flow inside.  Suddenly I
realized what had happened.  I was pissing!  In my
confusion, I hadn't gone to the bathroom all afternoon  and
now I was pissing myself!  I was able to shut it off
immediately, but still the front of my skirt was wet.

     "Oh, baby, pissing yourself, huh?  What a lawyer!  Sign
of a real professional.  Pinch their clit and they piss
themselves.  Well, you better take off that skirt, bitch.
Hell, look at my jeans.  You got me wet too.  We're going ta
see about this."

     But before he let me free, he pulled me roughly to him
and mashed his mouth against mine, grabbing my buns from
behind and squeezing them.  I could feel his massive cock
shoved against my cunt and I squirmed against him, mashing
my cunt and belly into his and moving in hot, hard circles
against him.  God, I wanted it!

     "Yeah, you're going to get it too!"  It was as if he
had read my mind.  "But first you gotta say hello to my
friend." Bob ripped down his zipper and pulled out a
beautiful, rigid cock.  He grabbed my hand and brought it to
his dick.  I couldn't help but give it a soft squeeze.  It
was lovely.  Hot and hard and I felt it had my name written
all over it. I moaned and squeezed some more.

     "Introduce yourself, babe.  Personal like."  He shoved
me down to my knees until I was looking directly at his big,
beautiful cock.  "Come on, Sweet Sue, give it a lickity
split.  Pretend it's a banana."

     I was still holding it and softly stroking it when I
stuck out my tongue and tasted its tip.  The precum oozed
out onto my tongue and then I let my tongue go further and
caress the bottom of the fat, swollen head.  God, I loved
it.  Every inch.  Every lick.  I just had to have it.  All
of it.  Ashamed as I was, I cupped my lips about the head
and, still stroking with my hand, swirled my tongue around
and around, tasting the sweet baby flesh, hot and warm, then
I'd suck in and tickle the under head with my tongue.
Finally I let him sink in while grabbing his sweet buns.
And I had to see more and I pumped up and down on him so I
opened his belt and, pulling momentarily away, lowered his
jeans and shorts and stared at his muscular legs as he
stepped out of his clothes.  I continued sucking his
beautiful cock, feeling wicked and naked, fully dressed in
my professional garb while he stood there exposed.

    I felt his ass tighten up and he began to spurt in me.
Since I am shy, I tried to pull back and away, but he
grabbed my head and pulled me down on him as he spurted into
my mouth.  I loved it!  Necter of the gods.  Hot, sweet
sperm rolling around in my mouth and down my throat.  "Look
out tummy," I wanted to say, but my mouth was full at the
time.

     "Goddamn!  That was fine.  Fine," Bob said as he pulled
me to my feet and suoved his still throbbing cock against
the wet patch on my skirt.  "Now it's time to get outta
these, bitch, " indicating my skirt and blouse.

     "But I have to go to the bathroom," I said,
embarrassed.

     "You going take a piss?"

     "I have to urinate."  I said, blushing to even say it
in front of a man.  "Please," I pleaded with my eyes.

     He seemed to relent, "Okay, honey, but make it quick.
We ain't done.  Not by a LONG shot!"





     When I got back from the bathroom, Bob was start naked
laying on my couch and pulling on his still hard cock.  He
didn't seem in the least embarrassed to be masterbating in
front of me.  I couldn't believe it.  The he stood up and
walked over to me.  "Take off your clothes."

     I did as he asked.  slowly pulling down my skirt and
stepping out of it, then taking off my coat and blouse.  I
felt SO NAKED standing in front of him in only my bra and
panties, garter belt and stockings.

     "What are you waiting for?"  He asked while runing one
hand up and down my side and continuing to masterbate with
the other. Suddently he pushed his fingers against my cunt
outside my wet panties, then stopped, pulled away from me,
pulled down my panties, then slid that wonderful dick into
my already hot, wet cunt.  We fucked our way over to the
couch and I fell back on it.  God it felt great as he
stroked hard and long in and out while crushing my mouth
with his.  He dug his hands into my tight buttocks then
suddenly grabbed my bra and pulled it down over my tits.
While still fucking me, he bent his head and sucked on one
tit while mauling the lother.

    He pumped faster and faster, bringing me to a series of
orgasams until I was shaking in an uncontrollable frenzy of
delight as he pumped a hot load of cum nto me.

     He lay still while I continued shaking and trying  to
pump beneath him bringing myself to yet another orgasm.

     He pulled out, then began to rub his wet cock all over
my stomach and tits, pulling himself over me and rubbing up
and down.  I've never felt more naked or more alive.  Skin
to skin.  In spite of my embarrassment, I couldn't keep my
hands off of him.

     "Did I tell you true, or what?  That was some fuck,
huh?"

     Embarrassed, I looked down at his cock, still hard,
laying on my stomach, "Ah . . . Yes.  I mean . . .  I mean,
yes.  I mean I loved it.  I really did.  God!  I was great.
I mean , yes.  I liked it.  I like you.  I mean, I ah, love
. . ."

     "That's okay.  I know what you mean," and he kissed me
long and tenderly.  I melted right there.  At that moment I
knew I was his to do with as he wished, and _I_ wished he
would wish a lot.  And he did.  Thank God.





     After work the following Monday, as I was preparing to
leave the office, Bob demanded a blow job.  There was never
any question of doing what he said to do.  I vividly
remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction,
and wanted more.

     He pulled me into an empty office and pulled down his
fly.

     "Go fishin', bitch," he demanded.  I set down my purse
and started to take off my hat and suit jacket.

     "Leave the hat on!  But take of that jacket, open your
blouse and pull out your tits"

     I did as he asked, though I had to unsnap my bra first.
He pulled me to him and fingered both tits roughly.

    "Oh, yeah, Baby.  You're something.  Nice tits, bitch."

    Then he pushed me down and again demanded, "Pull it out and blow me, Cunt."

     I reached in but had a hard time pulling his dick out
because it was so hard and in at an awkward position.

     "Fuck!" he said and pulled it out for me.  I couldn't
believe how great it looked.  I opened my lip and softly
sucked the red head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around
the bottom.

     "Do it, bitch!" and he grabbed my hair from the back of
my head and shove himself into me until he ran into the back
of my throat.  I was gagging and coughing and crying, but he
continued to ram into me, occasionally pulling out and
rubbing his dick all over my face, spreading pre-cum and
spit across my cheeks and ruining my make up.

      When I finally felt him about to cum, I sucked harder
and harder, pulling his dick with my hand and sliding my
other around him to cup his ass.  God, I was hot!  And I
wanted to drink him down.  But he pulled out at the last
minute and squirted all over my face.  I continued to milk
him until he stopped and licked and sucked him till he was
clean.  I collapsed on the floor as he zipped up and walked
out.





     On Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told
me to be there by noon on Saturday.  I went, of course.  I
was his, and he  knew it.  We fucked all day and into the
night.

     I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs,
hugging Bob around the neck, when he patted my buns and
said, "Same time, next Saturday,

slut."

     "Why do you have to talk so mean to me?" I asked.

     "Sometimes mean an' sometimes not.  You got an
objection?"

     "No, honey, I'll be here.  I love you.  I'll do
whatever you want," and I held him pushing against his
hardness.  I couldn't get enough.

     "See you in the office after work on Monday, slut."

     "I'll be waiting, Bob."





     On the second Saturday, Bob wasn't alone when I
arrived.

     "This is my friend, Tom," smiled Bob.

     Tom was a bit older than Bob, about 21, I thought.  He
was 5'10", had thinning hair, and had a small paunch.  But
you could tell he had a lot of upper body strength.  He was
probably a football player in high school, I thought, maybe
a lineman.  He was wearing a blue striped tea shirt and
cutoffs.  His legs was hairy and muscular.

     I said hello to Tom and the three of us talked for a
while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Bob and I could
get on with the fucking!  I get hot just being close to Bob.

     Bob patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I
told Tom you would play strip poker with us."

     I couldn't believe what I'd heard.

     "I . . . I can't do that, Bob."  I couldn't understand
why Bob would say that, and wondered how far he was going to
push me.

     "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and
get the fuck out of here.  No more fun times with me."

     I knew Bob was serious.  I'm embarrassed to admit I
thought about it for only a few seconds.  I was not prepared
to give up Bob's pleasures so easily.

     "Okay, Bob, I'll do as you ask."

     With a huge grin, Bob walked over to the kitchen table
and sat down.  A deck of card was sitting on the middle of
the table.  Tom walked over and took a seat then licked his
lips and looked at me.  I lowered my head and walked over.

     Tom lost the first hand and, instead to taking off his
shirt or shoes and socks, he stood up and proudly unzipped
his cutoffs.  He wasn't wearing any underwear!  I was
shocked and excited at the same time.  His hard dick jumped
out and he slid down the cutoffs and sat back down.

    "You like that?" Bob asked.

    I lowered my head and nodded, then quickly shook my head
"no."  I could feel myself getting very wet beneath the
sheer black panties I had worn for Bob's benefit.

    I lost the next two hands and took off my heels and
stockings.  At first, I tried to take off only one stocking,
leaving my other attached to the garter belt around my
waist.

     "Hell, it wouldn't be fair to Tom!  Both stockings,
bitch!"

     I turned in my chair away from Tom, lifted my skirt
above my stockings and, one at a time unsnapped the garters
and rolled down the stockings.  Tom and stood up and came
silently around to watch me befor I noticed.  In fact the
first thing I saw was the bob  bing white dick in front of
him.  I turned red, but finished what I had begun.

     "God!" Tom exclainmed, "Would you look at those legs!"

     I turned back, tucking my legs under the table.  Even
though Tom was far more exposed than I was, I felt as though
I was stark naked in front of a stranger.

     Tom took another step toward me and put a hand on my
knee.  Then he knelt down beside me and ran his hand up and
down my calf, moaning and cupping the calf in one hand and
his dick in the other.  I thought he was going to jack off
right there.  I looked at Bob for help, but he just sat
where he was, grinning and shuffling the card.  Then he
started dealing again.

     Tom stood up and walked back to his seat, his boner
bouncing before him.  "Wow," he said under his breath,
looked at Bob and laughed.  Bob laughed back and continued
dealing the cards.

     I picked mine up, in part to cover my embarrassment.  I
had a good hand.  Two pair and an ace.  I discarded the ace
and ended up with a full house.

    Bob lost the hand and, like Tom, he took off his jeans.
Like Tom, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his dick
popped out, hard and ready.  I couldn't restrain myself.  I
could only stare.  It was longer than Tom's and looked
delicious.  Tom had been watching me and laughed.

     "You're are ready, aren't you?" Tom asked.  I was too
embarrassed to answer and looked down again at my cards,
even though the hand was long over.

     Bob stepped out of his jeans and walked around to my
side of the table.  I watched his cock bouncing before him
out of the corner of my eye.

     "Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally
stood before me.

     I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly
embarrassed to be doing this in front of his friend.
"Hello," I weakly muttered.

     "No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard
dick in my face, "Say hello like you meant it."

     I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward
him, kissed the red head of his dick.  I could sense the cum
in it welling up and could see a clear drop gather on the
head.  I kissed it again, even after he had let go of my
head, lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped my
head, embarrassed.

     Bob laughed, walked back to his seat and dealt another
hand.  This time I was dealt trash.  I discarded three
cards, but only managed to end up with two fives.  I was
worried.  Next, would come my white blouse.  Then Tom would
see me in my bra.  And besides that, I only had a skirt,
black panties and matching garter belt.  But the men only
had shoes and shirts.  Nneither was wearing socks.

     Tom had three of a kind and Bob had two pair.

     I didn't set down my cards but froze looking down onto
the table.  I was on the verge of tears, but at the same
time I was terribly horney.

     "What you got, bitch?" said Bob with a wide grin.  He
knew I had lost the hand.

     For a minute, I regretted everything.  My long years of
teasing cocks, my affair with Bob, my entire double life.
Everything.  I laid down my cards and slowly started to
unbutton my blouse from the top down.  When I got near the
waist, I had to push back my chair and pull out the bottom
of the blouse to continue.  This exposed a portion of my bra
for the first time.

     When Tom saw the black lace peak out from beneath my
white blouse, he gave a low whistle.

     I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up at Bob
pleadingly, although I already know it wouldn't do any good.

     "Alley-opp," Bob said.

     Looking down, I pulled up front of my blouse, aware
that in so doing my tits strained against the bra as they
pulled up and out.  The I slid my blouse off of my arms and
let it drop to the floor on one side.  I pulled my arms in
close to my body, attempting to hide what I had just
exposed.

     "No, no, Bitch.  Sit up right!"  Bob warned.

     I straightened slightly, exposing more of my lace
cupped tits.  The nipples stood out straight revealling my
excitement to both men and further embarrassing me.  I only
looked down at the table and continued doing so even as Bob
lost the next hand and, standing up, stretch to take off his
knit shirt.  He was now naked except for his shoes, but I
didn't dare look at him.

    Mercifully, Tom lost the next hand and, like Bob,
removed his shirt.  When his eyes were covered with the
shirt I looked at him.  At his beautiful white skin, his
broad chest, and his hard white dick that seemed to be
mocking me.  I could not suppress a soft moan that exceped
from my lips.

    Realizing I had been caught, I looked again down at the
table as both men laughed.

    The next hand was a disaster!  I was dealt trash,
discarded trash, and ended up with trash.  I was horrified.
Both men laid down their hands, both of which beat mine.

     Now I must decide: skirt, bra, or garter.  I was
petrified!  I couldn't seem to move.  If I took off the bra,
Tom would see my beautiful tits.  I would be complete naked
above the waist.  If I removed my skirt, I'd have to stand
up, revealing more of my tits beneath the bra, and to take
it down.  And then all I had on beneath it were panties and
garter belt.  The panties were sheer.  You could see my
pussy hair beneath them, but not the lips.  If I took off
the belt, I'd have to turn around, hike up my skirt all the
way, revealing my panties, unsnap the belt, and pull it out.

     I decided to go for the belt.  I turned toward Bob's
side of the table, lifted my butt slightly off the chair
while raising my skirt.  Bob watched with a big smile on his
face, but when he saw my hands go for the snap of the garter
belt, he said, "No way, bitch.  That doesn't count.  You're
going to leave that on until we tell you differently."

    By that time Tom had stepped back agoud the table, naked
except for his shoes.  He saw my panties and smiled as he
placed a hand on my upper thigh.  I was startled and gave an
involentary jump.

    "Relax, honey," Tom said lowly, "I'm just checking
things out."  And he let his hand roam up almost to the
bottom of my panties.  Despite myself I spread my legs
further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he just
laughed and stood up.

     "I told you she was a hot bitch, didn't I Tom?"  Bob
said to his firend.

     "Now," he asked, " what's it going to be?"

     That broke my trance.  I quickly pulled my skirt back
down, turned back toward the table, and unhooked my
front-snapped bra with trembling hands.  Shaking with fear
and lust, I pulled the straps backward off my shoulders
fully exposing my smooth white tits capped with pink, hard
nipples.

     "All right!" Tom said appreciatively and licked his
lips.

     Again, I foolishly tried to cover up as much as
possible by hyunching forward and drawing my arms around in
fornt of me, but Bob would have none of it.

     "For Christ's sake, he's already seen them.  Sit the
fuck up right."

     I did, knowing I was blushing terribly.  My tits stood
out from my body over the table, and both men stared.

     Tom lost the next hand, stood up in my full view,
kicked off his shoes.  I didn't look.  I felt he was
taunting me, and I wasn't going to let him see my interest
if I could help it although I burned inside to look.  I
could only see his beautiful cock bouncing around out of the
corner of my eye.

     The next hand was the worst I had all night.  All low
cards, no pairs.  Discarding three, I managed to pick up a
pair of fives.  But Tom had a full house and Bob had a pair
of eights.  (I didn't even know why Tom kept playing?  What
was going to happen to him if he lost, I wondered.)

     I had no choice.  I had to take off by skirt.  Thinking
back on it, I guess I could have removed my pants beneath
the skirt, trying not to expose myself in so doing, but I
didn't think of that then.

     Looking down, I pushed my chair back and stood up.  My
hands, shaking, fumbled at the buttons on the right side,
and when I'd released them I was shaking too hard to catch
the skirt.  It fell at my feet.  I was ready to cry out of
frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions I cannot
describe.  So I just stood there, slightly slumped over, not
knowing what to do.

     Suddenly I felt Tom's hand on my upper arm.  He rubbed
it up and down softly, almost tenderly except for a squeeze
now and then.

     Here I was, almost naked, in a pair of sheer black lace
panties which barely covered my pussy and which allowed the
bottom cheeks of my ass to stick out and a black garter
belt, standing in front of two naked men, neither of whom
was my husband.  I wanted out, but at the same time I was
drawn deeper in.  I even momentarily had an urge to finger
myself from outside my panties, but I restrained myself.

     I sat back down.  Through all my shame, I still
wondered what Bob would have Tom do if he lost the next
hand.  But Bob lost the next hand instead and remove his
shoes.

     I knew it was going to happen eventually and it did.
I lost another hand.  I looked at Bob pleadingly.  But I
could tell from the look in his eyes that nothing was going
to get me out of this one.

     "Come here," Bob said as he stood up and walked over to
the middle of the living room.

     "Bob . .  ." I said, pleading with my eyes.

     "Come here, I said."

     So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that
my firm tits slightly bounced with every step.  I didn't
dare look at Tom so I was surprised when I felt him at my
side, again rubbing my arm.  I glanced over, nervously and
saw his hard dick sticking out.  God I was horny!  And
scared.

     "Now take them off."  Bob said.  "Slowly."

     I put both hands on the sideband of my black panties
and slowly slid them down my hips.  I could hear Tom moaning
as my blond pussy hair slowly came into sight.

     When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had
just started to bend over to pull them all the way off, Tom
said "Stop."

     I looked up at Bob and Bob nodded.  Tom dropped to his
knees in front of me and, shoving his face into my tummy,
grabbed the cheeks of my ass and softly carressed them.
While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then his cheeks
across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the
back of my legs, carressing the back of my thighs then my
soft calfs then the back of my thighs, all the while careful
not to pull my panties any further down.

     Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower
belly, just above where my pussy fur began while kneeding my
ass cheeks harder and harder.  He shoved his chin down on my
pussy.  Despite myself, I pushed back against hims and a
soft moan of yearning escaped my lips.  He just kept rubbing
my ass, thighs and scalfs, turned his face and rubbed his
cheek up and down against my lower tummy and pussy.

     Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and
held me by the shoulders at arms length, looking at my body
up and down.

     "I told you she had a great bod, didn't I?" Bob asked.

     "You sure the fuck weren't lying, buddy," Tom said as
he looked me up and down.  I tried to look away, then down,
but when I looked down all I could see was Tom's beautiful
dick pointed at my belly button.  "Great tits," and with
this Tom let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in his
hand, "great ass" he knelt and cupped my ass, "firm belly"
he  stroked my tummy softly, "and fantastic cunt" as both of
his hand played outside of my cunt.

     I was almost choaking with lust and humiliation.  Tom
hugged me poking his cock into my belly and rubbed it
around.  I couldn't seem to catch my breath.  Then he stood
back.  "Ok, you can take your panties all the way off."

     I bent over, feeling Bob's cock poke one cheek of my
ass, and pulled my panties down until they fell off.  Then
stepped out of them and stood still.  Here I was, naked
except for a garter belt standing in front of two, horny,
naked men.  I started shaking.

     "Time for the next hand," Bob announced and walked over
to the table.  Tom followed.  I could not move.  I was
trembling with shame and excitement.  Afraid of was was
going to happen next and dying for it at the same time.  I
felt cold and empty and was actually shaking.

     "Come on, honey; it gets better."  Bob said.

     I walked over to the table and sat down, slightly
surprised by the cold metal of the chair.  I didn't know
what was going to happen to the next person who lost a hand,
but I should have guessed.

     I could barely play my cards since I was so scared, but
I managed to get three sixes.  Tom only had a pair of tens.
Bob had two pair.

     "O.K.," bitch, it's your choice.

     "What . . . what do you mean?" I stammered.

     "You've got the high hand and Tom's low.  You can make
him do anything you want."

     "What?"  I asked.

     "Well, you can't injure him, but you can make him do
anything you want.  Only not to me, you know.  I'm not into
that stuff."

     "I don't want him to do anything."  I said, which was
not really true.  Maybe I could have said I wanted him to
leave so I could fuck Bob, but that would have been even
more untrue.

     "You want him to eat you?  Fuck you?  Jack off in front
of you?  What?"

     "Ah, no.  I mean no.  Yes."  I stammered like a fool.
"Maybe jack off, o.k.?"

     "Hell, if that's what you want, sure baby, " Tom said,
"I'll jack off.  But you gotta give me some inspiration.
Sit up on the table with your legs apart.

     I looked at Bob, but he only nodded.  "Give him
something good to see, baby.  Let him see your sweet
snatch."

     "But I thought I could have _him_ do anything for ME."

     "Oh, shut up and get up on the table."

     As Tom got up holding his cock in his hand, I stood and
climbed up onto the table and slightly spread my legs.
     "Wider."  Said Bob.  "Wider."

     I opened them as wide as I could and still keep my
balance.

     Tom stood in front of me grinning and stroking himself.
"Here, spit in my hand, baby." he said holding his right
hand out to me.  But I couldn't spit.  My mouth was totally
dry.  All I could do was watch him stroke himself and gulp.
Tom looked directly at my pussy and moaned while pulling up
and down on his beautiful cock.

     After a few minutes, Tom abruptly stopped.  "Wanta save
this for later," he said.

    "Next hand" announced Bob.

    This time I lost and Tom won.

    "This is it, baby.  Now you get fucked!" Sen said as he
laid down on the carpet.  "Put it here," he said pointing to
his cock.  "You put it in!"

    I hesitated, but Bob said "Put out or get out.  And you
won't be coming back!"

    So I walked over to Tom, put my feet on either side of
his hips, thus exposing my pussy lips to his hungry gaze,
and slowly lowered myself.  I reached between my legs and
grabbed his hard cock.  God it felt good. But I was still
trembling.  I couldn't seem to stop.  And my eyes filled
with water.  Probably fear, lust and sham, all wrapped up
together.  I could feel that hard cock in my hand.  I could
feel it pulsing with need.  Chickening out, I pushed up cunt
down onto his stomach, letting go of his cock, but then
reaching it from behind and shameless pumping on it as I
squirmed, pushing my pussy all over his belly and chest.  I
was so horny that I made whimpering noises with as I scooted
over his naked belly.  He grabbed my tits and pressed them
together then let his hand slide down to my hips and pulled
me to his mouth, sticking his tongue far inside me with one
quick thrust and sqirling it around inside, then shoving me
back down toward his cock.

     Then I knew I had to have it.  I raised myself, grabbed
the base of his dick, and slowly lowered myself.  But again
my shyness overcame my lust momentarily and I chickened out.
I pushed down, rubbing the length of his cock against my
pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing both of us
almost to distraction.  Tom was rubbing my thighs and
grabbing and rubbing my soft tits.

     Finally I couldn't take it any more.  I raised back up
and lowered myself right over his cock.  As I felt the tip
of his dick touch my opening, I whimpered and becan shaking
with lust.  I moaned loudly and the cock head push againt
the tight, wet opening, then even louder as it crossed the
threshold.  Slowly I lowered myself further and further,
taking in all of his hot length.

     Tom's hands grabbed my hips and I sunk down on his cock
and he began thrusting up until I was stabbed to the very
dpeth.  Now I couldn't stop myself.  I pulled up and pushed
down, feeling that cock, beautiful cock slide out and in,
out and in.  Tom grabbed at my tits and ass, thrusting up
and down in time with me.  He managed to pull me down on him
and sucked on my tits.

     "Oh, honey.  Look at these tits.  So  fucking good.
Smooth juicy tits.  And your fucking ass.  I'm going to fuck
you in your beautiful ass.  Loo at these pink nipples.  Like
they ain't never been kissed."  And he sucked and pulled as
I rode up and down and up and down, grabbing his head, his
hair, running my hands up and down his sides, my trembling
now turned into uncontrollable shaking with hot lust.  Never
feeling so ashamed and fullfilled at the same time unti he
grabbed me around my lower back and drilled harder and
harder into me and finally let loosed a hard, hot stream of
cum.  I could feel its hot wash deep inside.

     And we lay there, together, shaking with lust and
exhaustion.  calming down, then shaking somemore, then
calming.  I rolled my hips around trying to feel more and
more of him.

     Then lay still.

     I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was
doing, until I heard Bob applauding behind me.

     "Fuckin' great. That was great."  Then, "time for
another hand."

     I was almost too weak to walk but managed to pull
myself up and stagger over to the table.  Tom was also weak.
I looked down but gave him a shy smile as he sat.

     "While you two were balling your brains out, I called
George," Bob said.  "Thought we'd make things more
interesting."

     Oh, no! I thought.  I can't handle it anymore!  This is too much!


                           Chapter 2


     I know I must sound inexperienced but I'm not.  In
fact, that day was not even the first time I'd played strip
poker.  The first time was when I was twelve.  My parents
had taken Billy, my ten-year old brother, and I to visit my
aunt and uncle and cousins in Maine that summer.  It looked
like it as going to be a boring visit.  The only exciting
thing, for me, was my fifteen-year old cousin, Bert, who I
immediatedly developed a crush on.  He was dark and good
looking, as the story goes, and I was just beginning to feel
the sexual urges within me, but I was too shy to let him
know how I felt.  He would probably laugh at me anyway, I
remember thinking.
     One afternoon at their house, I was bored and walked
around in the woods behind the subdivision daydreaming about
Bert.  I was not certain of my sexuality, but knew I wanted
to see him naked.  I thought about his lips kissing my
budding breasts, licking my pink nipples maybe, and his
fingers in my crack.  Occasionally, I would let my hand slip
down the front of my skimpy white shorts and finger myself.
Sometimes, I would sneak the other hand up under my yellow
tank top and squeeze my tiny tits.  But I was very worried
about being seen and so wouldn't feel myself for long.  I
was super hot, though, cause I didn't dare finger myself in
bed at night since I had to share a bed with Sarah, my
twelve-year old cousin.
     The only time I'd masterbated since arriving, was once
in the bathtub, and that was a mistake since right after I
came, thinking about Bert, who should accidently barge in
but Bert himself?  I had forgotten to lock the door!
Fortunately, I was taking a bubble bath so the most he could
have seen was one of my small, pink breasts.  He smiled
quickly, looked straight at me, and excused himself and
backed out.  I couldn't look at him for several days after,
although I could almost feel him looking at me everytime we
were near one another.  Occasionally, I would glance up and
see him wink at me.  I was very shy and would look down
immediately.



     So that afternoon I was very hot and fingered myself
more than I normally would have under similar circumstances.



     Suddenly I heard a bunch of boys' voices.  I recognized
one of the voices to be that of Billy, my brother.  I crept
through the pines until I came to a small clearing.  There
was Sammy, my younger cousin who played with Billy, taking a
piss.  I could see his little dick, and I gulped.  It was
small but hard and he fondled it while he was pissing.
Soon, he finished, zipped up, and walked down a small trail
toward the rest of the voices.
     I followed.  Suddenly I came to the edge of a larger
clearing and stepped off the trail.  I could hear the boys'
voices coming from this area.  Carefully, I crept through
the foliage until I could see into the clearing but was sure
the boys couldn't see me.
     There was Billy and Sammy and about four other boys.  I
could hear them clearly.  They were talking about the
magazines they were looking at.
     "Wow!  Look at them boobies.  I'd love to fuck them."
said one of the kinds.
     "But look at her cunt," said my brother, Billy.
"Jesus!"
     One of the boys unzipped. I thought he was going to
piss right there.  But he didn't.  He just fondled his
little hard dick while looking at the pictures in the
magazines.  The other boys looked at him and laughed a bit,
but then another pulled out his little dick and did the
same.  Then my brother pulled out his.  They were soon all
jacking off to the pictures.
     "God, I wish we had a girl right here to fuck," my
cousin said.
     I couldn't believe my eyes.  Six preteen boys trying to
masterbate had gotten me very hot.  My hand slipped back
into my shorts, and I began to finger my tight little blond
puzzy.  My other hand reached under my tank top and squeezed
my right breast.  This time I was going to go all the way.
I was too horny to stop!



     But in my excitement, I tumbled over in the bushes.
     "Jesus!" One of the boys said.
     I looked up and thought they were all going to run
away.  But one zipped up quickly and ran to where I was.  I'd
managed to straighten up and pull my tank top down, but
there was a wet patch on the front of my white shorts and a
strand of my hair was stuck in a branch or a bush.
     "Hey, you guys.  Come here.  Quick!"  yelled the one
boy who'd come up on me.
      I tried to turn and run, but my hair was stuck and the
boy grabbed one of my ankles from behind in a classic
tackle.  I fell on my face onto a soft carpet of needles.  I
was free from the branch and knew I could power past the
kid, but by the time I'd pulled one foot free, another kid
was there and grabbed it.  Soon all the boys were there and
they all grabbed me and shoved me down as I struggled and
squirmed beneath them.
     I could here my brother say, "Jesus!  It's Suzi.  My
sister.  Hold her down, guys.  She'll tell on us."
     By now I was crying and trembling with fright,
embarrassment and frustration.  I was also very horny.  A
number of the boys had grabbed at my ass while we struggled
and one had got his fingers around my tit and squeezed a
bit.  I soon gave up struggling.  I thought it was time to
try another ploy.
     "I  won't tell."  I said through my sobs.  "Just let me
go.  Please?"  I pleaded.
     "No, man, don't let her up."
     I could feel the little hand try to grab my tit again,
so I shoved my self down harder against the ground.
     "Come on, guys.  Let's get her up.  But hold on to her.
Don't let her run.  I gotta idea," said Sammy.
    The boys pulled me to my feet.  I didn't resist.  I was
too tired and humiliated.  Now, I knew they could all see
the wet spot on my shorts.  But they didn't look.  They were
too busy making sure I couldn't get away.  Two kids held
both arms and one grabbed me tightly around the waist from
behind.  They were smaller that I was, but I knew I couldn't
struggle against their numbers.  It would be futile.
     They walked me into the clearing.  The boy who wasn't
holding me, grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled,
leading the way.  I could feel the back of his fingers
against my stomach when he would stop for a moment.
     "Let's tie her up to the tree."
     "O.k."
     "Go get that rope, guys."
     "Yeah, tie her up."



     Soon I was tied to a small birch on the side of the
clearing.  The sun was still high enough to come over the
edge of the trees and warm my body.  "I hope it dries my
shorts before they see," I thought.
     "Billy, let me go.  Please.  I won't tell," I cried.
"Let me go!"
     "Fuck her, Billy," Sammy said.  "We got her and we're
going to keep her.  She can scream as loud as she wants, no
body can hear.  She's ours for the afternoon, buddy."
     "O.k." Bill said.
     I knew Billy wouldn't protest.  He often teased me and
grabbed at me.  I knew he had sexual urges for me.  And I'd
catch him trying to look up my skirt sometimes or
"accidently" feel my leg when he dropped something at the
dinner table.
     "Come on, guys, let me go.  Please."
     "O.k., we'll let you go.  If you'll show us your
boobies," said the little boy who had been pissing earlier.
     I was scared and shy.  "No.  No.  Just let me go."  But
I was also turned on.  A lot!
     "Hell, guys.  We don't need her permission.  Just pull
up her shirt," Sammy said.  Obviously he was the leader.
     He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled
it up.  I pushed back against the tree keeping the shirt
from riding higher than my upper tummy.  Two of the others,
however, caught on and pushed me away from the tree.
    Sammy soon had my tank top gathered under my armpits.
He held it there staring at my small, pink breasts.
    "Wow!" he said.  "They're not like in Penthouse, but
they sure are nice."
    "Yeah," said another kid as he reach out to touch one.
His little fingers massaged the whole surface, but I
struggled and the top fell partially down.
     Sammy pulled it back up, rolled it and tied it with a
piece of string so it would stay up.  As he tied it up, he
pressed his hard little body against mine and looked right in
my face.  It wasn't until that moment that I realized how
much like Bert he looked.
     Two of the other had pulled their little dicks out and
were stroking them with one hand while tenatively feeling me
up, my tits, my stomach, with the other.  One kid ran his
hand over the front of my shorts and another over my
buns.  Sammy unzipped and unbuckled his pants and let them
fall to his feet.  He had the biggest cock, but it was still
small.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it at first, then
looked down when I saw him looking directly in my eyes and
wink.  He looked just like a miniature Bert!
     A couple of the boys started softly rubbing their cocks
against my legs.
     "Stop that, you guys!  I'll tell."  I was screaming and
crying, but to tell the truth I was extremely horny by this
time.  Seeing those little hard dicks and feeling them
against my legs, had really turned me on. I could feel
myself push against them, their smooth, little hard cocks on
my naked legs!  And my ass started slowly pumping out away
from the tree.  Before I knew it, my crying had stopped and
a soft moaning had begun.
     "Jesus!  She's hot, guys," Billy said.  "Let's strip
her naked!"
    With this, I half came to my senses.  "No!  Please."
But I could feel myself get wetter and wetter and pump a bit
further with my butt away from the tree.
     Bill unsnapped my shorts, hooked his thumbs in the
sides, and began to pull them slowly down.  I kept telling
him to stop, but feeling those little cocks against my
smooth naked legs, I sure didn't mean it.  I was theirs, and
I think they knew it for sure.
    The kids pumping my legs stopped for a minute while my
shorts were pulled down my long legs and I stepped out of
them, still thrusting against the air.  Then they were back
on me, one was big enough to pump my upper thigh and would
occasionally get his cockhead as high as my white panties.
Meanwhile the others were feeling me all over.  I even felt
one boy open my hand which was tied behind the tree and
place his little dick in it.  I squeezed tenderly and pumped
it as much as I could.
     My eyes were closed most of the time and I was moaning
and really loving the smooth needing feel of little hard
cocks pressed all over me from the upper thighs down.  A
couple kids had been feeling my tits and a couple fondled my
pussy from outside my panties.  I was delirious.
    Then I felt someone pulling down my panties and gasped.
I open my eyes just in time to see my panties come down and
my wet little teenage cunt be exposed for all to see.
     Sudeenly they all stopped and stood back, surveying my
twelve-year old body.  There I was, entirely exposed in the
warm light of day, my panties around my knees, standing in
front of six ten-year olds.  Most were almost entirely naked
by this time and all of their little dicks stood up like toy
soldiers at attention.  A couple of them fondled themselves
as they looked at me.
     "Gosh."
     "Gee."
     "Cunt!"
     The boys were quiet.  I thought they might be scared.
I knew I was, but I also knew I was still very horny.
Apparently they were too because they all came back and
began to push against me once more, only this time a couple
ran their fingers through the hair on my pussy and Sammy
even let a finger begin to slip in.  I pushed out and
against him and felt the finger enter me from in front while
I felt two little dicks push against my upper thigh in the
rear and hands caressed my tight, little buns.  One kid even
tried to stick his finger in my asshole, but I pulled
further away and he gave up.
     I have never been so turned on in my life, and the boys
knew it.
     One was sucking on my tits and fingering me while the
other crushed their little cocks against my legs and lower
buttocks and felt me all over.  Little hands caressed my
tits and buns, hands were on my smooth tan calfs, and
trailing over my tummy.  I was thrusting against all of
these sensations, especially against the finger in my cunt.
Then I felt one the of boys kissing my tummy and going lower
and lower with his tongue.  I pushed and squirmed against
him, but he didn't know enough to stick his tongue in me.
He just kissed my pussy above where the other kid fingered
me.
     "Jesus!  This is great!"



     "Let's get her down," said Sammy--then I realized that
it was he who had the finger in my cunt pushing back and
forth as I squirmed and pumped against him.  He knew I
wouldn't run by now.  "Untie her."
     One of the kids fumbled with the rope while I kept
stroking his little hard cock.  It took him a long time.
    I looked at the boys and their hard little dicks.  They
were all naked by now and rubbing their little chests and
hairless legs and dicks all over me.  I watched through
heavily lidded eyes.  Everything looked as though in a glaze
of need.  I wanted to suck some of those dicks and was
praying some of the boys would make me, since I knew I'd be
too shy to initiate the action.
    Soon I was free.  I pretended to try to escape, mostly
for form and to feel their little bodies all over me
stopping me.  I squirmed and thrashed softly in thir arms.
I could feel hands all over me, poking my asshole and
buttocks, all over my cunt.  Sammy had kept his finger in
me and I pushed my pussy bone against his chest as his finger
squirmed like a tight worm inside.   Mouths were kissing
and sucking my tits and butt, boys were humping my calfs and
mouthing my thighs.  I was in heaven!  And so were they.
     Soon they had me on the soft grass.  We kept squirming
and thrashing, kissing and fondling, only now I was kissing
and fondling back.  I grabbed little asses and pulled the
boys on me.  We wrestled and turned.  I kissed one on the
mouth and stuck my tongue in.  He rose up and started
pushing his little dick all over my face.  Here was my
chance, I thought, and I sucked him in.  I could hear him
groan as he turned on his side and tried to fuck my mouth.
     Then I felt a little hard dick between my legs, and
opened them wider.   I was able to see that it was Sammy
between my legs.  He had some trouble but was finally able
to shove himself in and grab my waist.  It's a good thing he
grabbed cause I was starting to climax.  All those little
hands and mouths and dicks, poking and pushing and
caressing and kissing and mouthing every part of my body
had brought me to the edge.  When I felt a little dick
shoved between my buttocks, I knew I couldn't stand it any
longer and began thrashing even harder as I came, squiriming
against Sammy's dick.  I could feel his little ejaculation
in me as the boy in my mouth also came.  Sammy rolled off
and pumped on his dick some more as Billy took his place.
     "Oh, no, " I thought, "My own brother!"  But he felt so
good I fucked him until he shot off.



     "Hello!  What have we here?" came a deep voice from the
edge of the clearing.  It was Bert!
     "What the fuck are you guys doing?"
     "Nothing, Bert.  Honest," Sammy said.
     They were all up and scrambling toward their clothes.
I curled into a tight ball.
     "Relax, boys," Bert said.  "There's no problem.  You're
just getting your first pussy, right?"
     "That's right, Bert," Sammy said as he stopped and
turned back around.
     "That's o.k., guys.  Just so happens here's where I got
my first piece of ass too.  Me and Pete Boggs brought
Maryalice out here when I was thirteen.  Great day.  You
guys are just starting early, that's all."
     By then all the rest of the boys had come back and sat
around my naked body curled on the grass.
     "Who's the chick?"  Bert asked.  Evidently he hadn't
seen my face.  "Why it's Suzi!  Little cousin Suzi!  Suzi Q!
And have I got somethin' for you!"
     He walked over, sat down crosslegged by my face, and lit
up a cigarette.  "You're some hot bitch!  I can tell."
     I closed my eyes and tried to disappear.  I pulled my
knees further up to my chest and lay in a fetal position on
the grass, feeling the warm sun on my back.  Soon I could
feel Bert's hand, larger that all the others, on my back,
rubbing up and down as though he was soothing me.
     "Yeah, you're really something.  So fucking soft.
Blond hair," as he raised a strand of my hair.  By now his
knee was directly in front of my face.  "You want a real man
to take care of you, Suzi?"
     I shook my head no.  I was scared and terribly
embarrassed.  I'd begun trembling uncontrollably.
     His hand went lower and lower down my back until it
rested on my buttocks.
     "Well, you won't mind if I just show the guys how to
treat a woman, will you?"
     I was confused and shook my head no again.  Which is
not what I wanted to do.  I wanted to say I did mind, but
that wasn't really the truth.  So I guess my body
involuntarily told the truth when my mind tried to lie.
     "Good," and Bert's hand slipped down between my
buttocks, moved softly over my asshole and started lightly
stroaking my pussy.
    "Such a pretty blond puss!  Oh, you're going to like me,
baby!  I got a hot hard one for you.  Come on, guys, help me
turn her over."
     And I could feel all those little hands on me again,
with one set of larger hands, pulling me out of my fetal
position.  Again I squirmed and got hotter and hotter as I
struggled.  But this time I struggled to really get free.  I
didn't want to let Bert see me completely naked.  I was
getting hotter and hotter as the boys' naked bodies rubbed
against mine and a couple little dicks got hard again.  I
could also feel the large hands on me, holding my waist
while the boys were opening me up like a flower in the sunshine.
I tried to move from side to side but the boys held my legs
and arms apart.
     One boy took off one of my sneakers and, as he held my
foot, he sat rubbing his little hard dick against the
insole.  It tickled and I laughed though my fear and
excitement.
    "Yeah, you're gonna like it, ain't you?" said Bert.
    Despite myself, I nodded and opened my eyes slightly,
enough to see him stand up and start taking off his shirt.
The sun was in my eyes but I watched as best as I could as he
took off his clothes.  I did get a good view as he pulled
down his jeans and jockey shorts and his hard cock bobbed
out.  God it was big.  So much bigger than the boys' dicks.
     "Now just hold her still, guys.  Watch this."  He knelt
between my legs but instead of putting his dick right in me
he lay with his upper body on my legs and his head on my
tummy like on a pillow.  I could feel his dick on my lower
calf and could feel his rubbing it up and down against
my soft flesh.  I was lost again, prisoner to my lust, and
I thrust my pussy up against his chest, squirming and
pushing my pussy bone around and around against him.
    "Now here's how to eat out a chick," Bert said to his
students.  The boys had let go of me, realizing I wasn't
going anywhere, and were watching him closely.  He bent his
head down further on my body and softly, slowly began
licking up and down my crack.  I tried to push against him so
his tongue would go in, but he would just pull back
slightly.  This was his demonstration, and I knew it.  He lay
licking me and carressing my buttocks, pulling them apart,
then my tummy, then my tits, then bring one hand down to
where his mouth was and finger me while he talked to the
boys, all of whom sat around my naked body in a circle.
     "See her little pussy lips?"  He asked and they nodded.
(I was going crazy, my head going back and forth on the warm
grass and my hands on the top of his head, trying to shove
him back down.)  "Now watch as I stick my tongue in between
them.  Watch her reaction."  And he stuck his tongue into me
making me moan and thrash on the grass.  His hands all over
my ass, tummy, titties and legs, then two fingers in my cunt
again as he gave further instructions.  "Now If I stick it
straight in and bring it up to the top of her cunt on the
inside, I can really get her going.  And he replaced his
fingers with his tongue, driving it straight into me and
then up, dragging it back and forth across my clit as I
shuddered and gasped, shoved his head further down with one
hand and grabbed a tit with my other, bringing my legs up
around his body and locking them, trying to pull the slick,
hot tongue further and further inside, grinding my pussy
against his face, and moaning uncontrollably.  Meanwhile his
hands roamed all over my body and I could occasionally feel
small hands in my armpits, on my breasts, caressing my legs.
I could even feel one kid straddle my face and shove his
stiff little dick in my mouth.  I sucked and tongued him for
all I was worth until he shot his tiny load and rolled off
of me.
    "Enough of the demonstration, guys.  Now It's time I get
my reward."  Bert said as he raised up despite my thrashing
and trying to pull his face back into my blond pussy.  He
moved up, rubbing against me the entire way, his cock up my
thighs.  He carressed my tits and brought his beautiful cock
to the entrance of my pussy.   I tried to push down onto it,
but he held me beneath my armpits with he sucked my tits,
licking them and my belly all over as I thrashed beneath him
with a need I'd never known before.
     Soon he rose up and kissed me, shoving his tongue,
sweet with my juices, far into my mouth,  I shoved mine, in
turn, into his as I tried to grab his ass and pull his dick
into me, but he apparently like to tease and would only rub
his cock up and down over my pussy lips then bring the head
to my entrance, shove it a fraction of the way in and then
withdraw it, again raking it across my pussy bone and pussy
lips.
     "You gotta beg me to fuck you if you want it."
     "Oh, yes, I want it," I whispered to him then shoved my
tongue back in his mouth and swirled it around waiting for
him to take me.  I mashed my mouth against his, moving it
around until it almost hurt my teeth and jaws.
     But he only brought the head back to the entrance and
shoved it half way in.  I tried as hard as I could to push
down and impale myslef, but his hands, planted beneath my
armpits, prohibited me going lower.  So I was reduced to
flopping agaisnt him, grinding down on half a cockhead and
squeeling for more.
     "No, no, Suzi.  Louder.  You gotta beg so all the guys
can hear."
     Shy as I was, I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Please
fuck me," I said outloud.  And he shove a bit more of the
cock head in.  I felt great, but again he held back as I
squirmed and tried to force him in further, grabbing his
buttocks and pulling.  "Please fuck me MORE."  And his
cock went further in.  Now I could move without it falling
out.  It was passed the cockhead and felt fat and slick in
me.  "FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!"  and he shoved another inch
in.  ""FUCK ME!  FUCK ME FUCK ME!  YOUR FAT COCK!  FUCK ME,
BERT!  FUCKEE FUCKEE FUCKEE!  HARDER!  FUCKEE! FUCK FUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCK!"
     And he shoved deeper and deeper and started to thrust
in and out with slow deliberate movements as I tried to
quicken the pace and wrapped my legs around his ass shoving
myself up at him as he drilled that beautiful hot cock into
me and grabbed my ass and drilled me harder and harder, and
quicker and quicker, and I could hear the boys gasp as he
pulled out almost all the way then shoved in me so deep I
thought I was going to vomit.  He was hard and hot and
really knew how to fuck, drilling me with stong, hard
strokes and bending down and lapping my tits, my pink tits,
as I pulled him into me with my legs and carressed his back
and butt with my legs and his hands all over my legs,
fucking my mouth with his, then tonguing my tits, and I felt
so good I knew I wanted to feel like this forever or maybe
forever or maybe
    And he want faster and faster and harder, kissing me and
licking me.  And I shook and squirmed and felt every part of
him I could, even pushing my hand between us so I could feel
him as he went in and out, and I even fingered myself a bit,
embarrassing myself in front of the boys who giggled and
gasped and pulled on their little goaty dicks as they
watched, and I happened to look up at Sammy and he winked
then I saw Bert's face who was fucking me harder and harder
and he winked too, then shoved all the way in, higher than
ever before, pulled almost all the way out and did this over
and over very quickly until he was going to cum and I knew
it and I was going to cum too, and he shoved in even deeper
and bigger than ever before, grabbing my ass and pulling me
way in, and my legs pulled him even harder and he shot a
load of hot, sticky cum way down in me then a half stroke
and another hot load, then another and more cum and over and
again, both of us cumming and moaning and twisting and
pawing and fucking and loving it.  My first real time with a
man!  Whata hump.
    And after his last load squirted deep inside, I just
kept rubbing against him and he pushed in me in circles so I
could feel his dick all around, so hard and lovely, and full
and hot.  And we lay in the sun sweating and caressing each
other, and I could hear the boys get up and go get their
clothes and put them on, but we just lay there kissing and
squirming slightly in each others arms, and I knew I was in
love for the first time and that I would do anything for
him.  And I could hear the boys gathering up their rope and
magazines.  And he stayed hard in me and licked the sweat
from my tits.  And I could feel his cum leak out of my young
cunt and down the crack of my ass, cool and sticky in the
afternnon.  And I could hear the boys walk away as we kissed
and licked each others' shoulders and ears and hair and
eyelids. And he stayed hard inside me.  And the sun went
down behind the treeline and I could feel my body cool in
the late afternoon except where his body rested on mine or
where his tongue licked at my sweat.  And I could feel the
cum dry stickly in my ass crack.  And nothing mattered but
love and sex, that hard cock only now beginning to go soft
as we held one another.



     The next night my parents and aunt and uncle took the
younger kids to see a movie and go to the icecream parlor.
They asked me if I wanted to go, but I looked at Bert and
saw him signal "no" with his eyes.
     "We'll just stay home and play some cards, o.k.?"
     "Yeah, I'm kinda tired.  It's o.k. if I just stay home
with Bert, huh?"
     Our parents saw nothing wrong with the arrangement and
I was in heaven!  At least until Sarah, my cousin, said she
wanted to stay home too.
     I looked at Bert, but he shrugged, smiled and looked
away.  Great, I thought, now we've got a damn chaporone!
     After out parents let with the younger ones, we got
out the card table and set it up in front of the t.v.  There was
a movie on about World War II.  Bert shuffled the cards and
began to deal.  Sarah disappeared into her room, and I
thought this might turn out alright after all.
     "What do you wanta play, honey?"  Bert asked.  It was
the first time he'd called me that and I felt all warm and
loose inside suddenly.  If only Sarah hadn't stayed home!
     "How 'bout hearts?"  I said, blushing.  He reached
over and held my hand.
     Just then Sarah came back into the room.  "Caught you!"
she screamed and laughed.
     I pulled my hand back quickly.
     "I know you're lovebirds," Sarah teased.
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she sang out. "Too bad for you tonight!  I
just called some friends to come over," Sarah said and winked
at Bert.  "The whole gang's coming!  Ha!"
     I felt very dissapointed.  Here I thought Bert and I
were going to be alone all evening, but now I come to find
out the house will be full of Sarahs' friends.  No chance
for Bert and me tonight, I thought.
     I got up and started toward the room I shared with
Sarah.
     "Hey, Where you going?"  Bert asked.
     "Oh, I'm tired.  I think I'll lie down for awhile," I
said.
     As I walked down the hall toward the room, I heard Bert
say, "Fuck this movie!"  And I hear him get up and walk
away.
     Well, that's it, I thought as I lay down on the bed.  I
dozed off into a dissappointed half-dream state.
     I woke up hearing the sound of a bunch of guys and
girls in the next room.  I could hear the t.v. and the sound
of glasses.  "So, they're going to have a party," I thought.
I rolled onto my side and tried to fall back to sleep.  The
room was dark and I was very sad.  "Bert's probably even got
a girl friend out there now," I thought.
     I feel back into a half sleeping state but was wakened
up when I heard the door open.
     "Suzi?  Are you awake?"  It was Sarah.
     "No." I said, hoping she'd go away.
     "Suzi?  Please come out and join the party.  You'll
have fun."
     I just lay there.
     "Bert wants you to come out," she said half tenderly,
half in a singsong mocking tone.
     "Oh, o.k."  I pulled myself up and walked into the next
room.
     There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert
and Sarah.  The girls looked to be about my age, that is all
12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's friends.  I was
surprised.  Everyone was watching the t.v.  Where I come
from, nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was
about ready to laugh when I happened to look at the set.
There on the screen was a naked woman on all fours on a bed
while a man fucked her from behind.  I gasped out loud.  I'd
never seen anything like it.


                           Chapter 3


     There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert
and Sarah.  The girls looked to be about my age, that is all
12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's friends.  I was
surprised.  Everyone was watching the t.v.  Where I come
from, nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was
about ready to laugh when I happened to look at the set.
There on the screen was a naked woman on all fours on a bed
while a man fucked her from behind.  I gasped out loud.  I'd
never seen anything like it.

     "Hey, Suzi!  Sweet Sue," Bert said when he saw me.
"Comeon o'er here.  Hey, guys, meet sweet Sue . . . and I
outta know."  And he winked at me.

     I was flustered and shocked, but managed to mutter
hello to those who greeted me.

     The three guys sat on the couch and three girls were on
the floor in front of the t.v.  One girl, a beautiful
redhead with long legs sat in the easy chair.  Her tits were
already fairly well developed and she wore a bra.  Sarah had
left me standing there and went into the kitchen and began
talking to a blond.

     I wanted to get away from what I saw on the screen--
where a naked man was fucking a naked woman from behind with
long, sure strokes--so I walked into the kitchen, pretending
to be interested in what Sarah and the blond were talking
about.

     "But if we fill 'em back up with water they'll never
know.  Not if we do it right," the blond was saying.

     "Gosh.  I don't want to get caught, though," Sarah
said.

     "Don't worry.  Leave it to me."

     "Hey, Suzi, where'd you go?" Bert yelled from the
living room.  "Get in here.  I want you to see something."

     I didn't know what to do but I knew I loved Bert and
his request was so strong I just had to go back into the
living room.

     "Come here, honey.  Sit between me and Steve."

     I walked over and Steve, a handsome blond, moved over
on the couch.  As soon as I sat down, Bert's arm was over my
back and his hand rested on my shoulder which he squeezed in
a brotherly sort of way.  I melted toward him while I was
still afraid.  I think I was shaking some at the time, too.

     "Look at that," he pointed to the screen.  The naked
lady was now on her back, and as the man kept fucking her,
her legs went over his butt, her ankles locked and she bent
her kness abruptly, pulling him further in.  I then noticed
the sounds, or rather shouts, from the two on the screen.
The lady's face was thrown back, a sheen of sweat covered
her face, eyes shut in sweat ecstasy.  He was belching deep
animal grunts, she was screeching and humping wildly.

     The redhead in the chair was transfixed by the screen
and was absentmindly rubbing her thigh below her shorts.
Two of the girls on the floor were shivering and I began
trembling harder.  I couldn't control myself.  It was too
much, too fast.  I felt like I was going to be sick, but I
was really just sick in lust and fear and . .  .

     "God!" said Steve, "Look at 'em go."  And he
self-consciously rearranged the position of his hardon in
his trousers.  "Jesus!  Look at that."

     I turned back to the screen only to see a closeup of
the big dick parting puffed pussy lips on the screen.  The
thick cock would pull all the way out sometimes, and when I
saw the fat red head bobbing around trying to find its way
back in I fell as though I would pee my pants and vomit at
the same time, although I had to do neither of these things.
All I could imagine is having that fat cock with its jolly
red head poking around my young cunt trying to find its way
in between my tender lips.

     Jesus, I was getting horny.  I could only breathe in
short sips and didn't seem able to catch my breath.  My
shivering came in spasms.  I kept hoping that I'd put a
sweater on, but I knew that a sweater wouldn't have helped.
I wasn't cold, although it felt that way.  I hugged myself
trying to make it stop, but only seemed to quake harder.  I
tried to look down at the rug but kept looking back up at
the screen, then over at the redhead, who began moaning
softly.  Her hands were now rubbing her upper thighs below
and above the line of her shorts.  Then she tenatively began
to rub her chest outside her blouse, then back over her
thighs, parting her legs and moaning louder.   I was
uncontrollably quaking as with a major fever by this time.

     "Goddamn!"  Steve said.  "I didn't know it would have
that effect on Red.  Jesus, Red, you're beautiful when you
get like that.  Let me help you."

     And Steve went over to the chair and knelt in front of
the redhead, who suddenly looked slightly embarassed, but
continued rubbing her thighs and tits.  Steve pushed her
legs apart and knelt between them on the floor.  He, too,
began to rub her upper thighs, then over her knees and
calves, and up the under side of her lower thighs while he
rubbed his face along her thighs, pushing his head,
eventually, up into her lap.  He shoved his chin into where
her upper pussy must have been beneath her shorts, and she
pushed out against him and squirmed all over in the chair.
All this time she kept carressing her breasts while running
her fingers through his hair.  Gradually her right hand
slipped under her blouse and, I could tell, beneath her bra
squeezing her right tit.

     At the same time, Bert was rubbing my legs and one of
the girls on the floor had come up to sit next to me, but
she pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them,
shivering.  The other boy on the sofa held her in his arms
in a friendly sort of way as though he was trying to warm
her up.

     But we were all warm enough already as we watched the
two on the screen fucking and occasionally watched Steve and
the redhead who now had her long legs over his shoulders
moving back and forth and he caressed them.

    Suddenly the man on the screen grunted even lounder and
pulled his cock from the woman's cunt and began to shoot his
cum all over her belly.  She pushed agaisnt him and squirmed
all around, rubbing the cum all over her tummy and onto her
hard tits.

     "Godamn!"  Two or three of us said in unison.  When I
looked back at the redhead, Steve was slowly pulling down
her shorts.  Her long, soft legs were pshed out straight in
order that he could get them down.  When they reached her
tennis shoes, he stopped, untied her shoes with shaking
fingers.  This took an agonizingly long time and I was
shivering uncontrollably as he finally pulled them off,
carressed her feet and pulled off her shorts.  Then he
reached for her pretty white panties which he pulled off
quickly.

     "Goddam!"  Said Bert.  "Look at that pretty red cunt."

     I was amazed at how beautiful Red looked.  Her young
teenage cunt was graced with a fine coating of light red
pubic hair.  It looked even finer than my light blond pussy
hair and I felt like I wanted to touch it.  The light hair
glistened invitingly in the soft light.  But I didn't have
long to admirte her aince Steve shoved his face back into
her lap after pulling her white cotten panties over her long
legs and off her feet.  From what I had learned the other
day, I know he was probalby tonguing her.  Her legs came
back over his shoulders and she scooted back down in the
chair to give him better access.

     "Wait a minute!"  Bert said.  He got up, walked over,
and started unbuttoning Red's blouse.

     Her eyes opened in sudden fright and recognition, but
Steve must have been working wonders on her because she
slowly closed her eyes again with an almost catlike purr and
shoved against his tongue, moaning, "Oh, yes.  Yes.  Yes.
God."

   Just then Sarah bounced back into the room with a tray of
filled glasses.  "Hey, why are you guys all so quiet."

   When she looked over where we were now all looking and
saw Steve and the redhead, all she said was, "Oh.  Goodie."

   She set down the tray and went over and helped Bert take
off Red's blouse and bra--which wasn't easy since she was
squirming all over in the chair and since she had slid down
till her naked butt was at the edge.

   "Come on, guys.  Look at this!"  Sarah beckoned.

   We all timidly came forward to stand around the chair.  I
didn't want to, but I didn't want to be left out either.
Besides, I was mucho horny by this time and even
occasionally rubbed myself outside my shorts.

   Now I could see Steve's tongue working its wonders in the
cute redhead's cunt and, occasionally, licking down her
behind while plunging two fingers in her.  I could also see
her beautiful tits.  And when I say "beautiful," I mean
"beautiful."  They were simply lovely.  Soft and large (it
seemed to me then) and heaving under the soft glow of the
light.  The pink nipples puckered out as though they were
proud little men waiting to be kissed.  Bert must have seen
the same thing, because he sucked one into his mouth, then
licked all around her tit.

     I was jealous.  But horny too.  I shove my cunt into
the chiar back and pushed and rubbed.  A couple of the other
girls seemed to be doing the same thing.

    Then I looked  up in shock to see Sarah and one of the
other guys standing in the middle of the floor squiriming
against each other while he pulled down her shorts and
panties and she unbuttoned his shirt.  Things were getting
weird!  And I was scared.  I wanted to get fucked, right
then and there.  I didn't care by who, though I preferred
Bert or (I hate to say it) the man on the screen with his
fat dick capped with its bobbing red head.   But I would
have taken on any of the guys at  that point.  Or maybe any
of the girls.  But I was also scared and wanted just to go
back to bed and curl up under the covers.  I thought if I
did maybe this shaking would go away.  Maybe I could stop
all this lust and fear and humiliation.  Maybe I could stop
it now, because I knew if I didn't I was trapped for life in
an endless cycle of lust and fulfillment and fear and sex
and love and cunt and cock and . . .

     It was a close place and I knew it.  And I looked down
and saw my cunt pushing against the chair and my tummy
heaving and peeking out from under my pullover, and I
grabbed the bottom of the pullover and I pulled it up.

     "Alright, I'll go to hell," I said to myself as I
pulled the top over my head baring my small breasts.  And I
felt two hands come around from behind me and grabbed my
tits while someone shoved against me from behind.

     It was a girl!  I could see her hand with long nails
and feel the soft hands caressing my nipples and tits and
tummy as one hand snaked down over my shorts and squeezed my
cunny from the outside.  GOD I was fucking hot!  I squirmed
and moaned and let her turn me around and kiss me shoving
her tongue into my mouth.  It was the cute littl brunette
who had been sitting in front of the t.v.

   Now we both shook uncontrollably as she grabbed my ass
and shoved against me and then slid down kissing my neck and
collarbone and the tops of my little tits then the nipples
as she pulled my pants and panties down in one swift move
and I stood there goddamn naked in front of everyone,
fucking near to tears and vomit and pissing myself.

   I realized that except for Sarah and her boyfriend (it
that's what he was) and Steve and the redhead, everyone was
looking straight at me.  At my tits.  At my ass.  At my
tummy.  At my blond pussy.  And I goddamn near cried, but I
still shook with lust and fear, as I tried to cover myself.

     "Relax," said Bert.  "Don't hide that perfect little
pussy.  Let us look at you."

     I closed my eyes and stood there, steppping out of my
panties and shorts and letting the brunette take off my
shoes as she felt up my smooth legs.  I was shaking harder
than I'd ever shaken before but the second I felt Bert's
hand on my tit, I calmed down.  I had been like a ship sweep
away, rudderless in high seas, but the second his hand
touched me, the seas were calm and my little boat was headed
toward port.  Or maybe I'm confusing my metaphors.  Anyway,
I calmed down real fast.  That is, I was still afraid and
shaking with lust and shame, but I no longer felt the vomit
well up within me nor my bladder go queasy.

     I could see, then, the brunette undressing before me as
Bert stroked me from behind--my breats, my thighs, my sides.
I pushed back into him.  God, she was beautiful, too.  Not
as stunning as the redhead, maybe, but short and sultry with
a thick curling patch of cunt hair.  I looked soft as a
bird's wing, and I unconsciously leaned forward to stroke it
as she stepped toward me and hugged me from in front.  I
could feel Bert reach around her now and pull us two tightly
together.  He grabbed her buns, stroking them, then pulled
them toward me as he shoved agaisnt my buns from behind.
Our naked cunts were touching!

     I was shocked and embarrassed. I want to say something
to her.  Like "I'm sorry" as though we had bumped together
in a bus.  But I couldn't speak.  My mouth was full of her
tongue and my heart full of burning, jumping lust.  She
gently pulled me down toward the ground and Bert let go, but
I resisted.  Not only didn't I know what to do with another
naked girl, but I was scared of my own passion and
embarrassed to do anything while others watched.  Yet the
brunette insisted and I slowly fell to my knees where we
both rubbed against each other while feeling each other up.
God, her tits were ripe and hard poking into mine and her
naked buns were firm under my hand as I poked and stroked
and cupped them trying to pull her cunt into mine.

     Gradually we fell to the floor where we rolled around,
squirming our naked flesh against each other and touching
each other everywhere.  I mostly kept my eyes closed out of
my embarrassment, but when I open them I saw Stave, now
naked rubbing the brunette's back and buns as she was over
me.  His cock was hard and bobbing out in front of him.  I
wanted to touch it.  I wanted to fuck it.  Or swallow it.
Or all three all at once, but the brunette was kepping me
busy.  I suddenly felt her fingers in my cunt squishing
around and I circled my hips, pushing up as she pushed her
face down across my body then started fucking my naked cunt
with her tongue.




     J E S U S !!!!!!   I'd never, never, never, ever felt
anything like it.  I shoved my cunt against her face and
moved it all around.  I bucked and held her head, trying to
get more of her tongue into me.  I was shameless.  Imagaine,
in front of all these guys and girls.  I looked up and
noticed that most of them were naked too and only a few
watched us as they stroked each other or fucked.  We bumped
into Sarah and the other guy on the floor and they were
fucking their brains out.  I reached out and felt between
Sarah's legs where the guy's cock was going in and out.

     But then I noticed that the brunette was turnign me
around.  Oh, her tongue was still in my wet little pussy,
but she moved around while moving me, too.  Soon her cunt
was right above my face and her sweet legs were either side
of my head.  "What does she expect me to do," I wondered.
But as I looked her soft black pussy in the eye, so to
speak, I had the uncontrollable urge to touch it and stroke
it and--I'm embarrassed to say--to lick it.  So I grabbed
her butt and pulled her down while shoving my head up
between her legs.  OH, GOD!  I could smell that sweet pussy
and it was good.

     I rubbed my nose then my chin over her soft, puffy,
teenage cunt then stuck my tongue in.  "Well, if I'm going
to Hell, " I thought, "I might as well go whole hog!"  And I
licked and licked and pulled her tight against me and shoved
my little soft titties into her stomach and squirmed against
her, and we licked each other and made wet girly love till
our bodies glistened with light on the livingroom floor then
I could tell that the brunette wanted me to roll over on top
of her and we managed to roll over, squirming against each
other, without taking our tongues out of each other's tails,
mashing our cunts into each others faces, when suddenly I
felt someone's hot dick pushing up against my cunt as well
as the brunette's tongue and I pushed back, slowly and
tenatively (but, boy, was I hot!) against it, feeling it as
it began to enter me, and I could feel the head pop in and
it felt so fucking big I dind't know was was next, heaven or
hell, but I shoved back and the cock shove a bit further in
and I could feel each hot rib and vein, each bump of the fat
cock as it pushed pashed my pussy lips and into the opeing
of my canel, and It felt like trying to shove a hot turkey
neck down someone's throat as it entered me so fucking
slowly and filling me up so I thought I'd simply DIE, while
the brunette kept lapping at me, adn squirming under me, her
ripe little tits moving allove, and I could feel the guy now
wrap one of his hands around my waist and the other grabbed
one of my tits (and boy! did THAT feel good!), and he pulled
into me harder and harder, thrusting his hot cock into me
evey meaty vein bumping me from the inside and making me
clamp down and squeez hime like I was trying to stop the
flow of piss, then his face came next to mine and I saw it
was Steve, the hot blond guy who'd tongues the beautiful
redhead, and I tried to lick his face as if I was a puppy
getting it for the first time,but I kept at the brunette's
cunt too, and I could feel her shudder beneath me, shaking
and quaking and screaming as I fucked her faster with my
tongue and Steve grabbed my tits, fucking into me and bit
down ever so softly on my ear and JESUS! it was great just
it was like in the dry heaves only without having to puke,
just the heaves of love and cock and sweat and cunt, I
guess, slicking the brunette's juices all over my face,
shoving my chin, now my nose, now my tongue again into her
cunt, still ashamed but loving it, loving every fucking
second and every fucking inch and every knob and ridge of
Steve's cock as he slammed into me like we were going over a
gadamn waterfall and everything, the whole room rocking,
bumping into naked people, me still ashamed but fucking
fucking sucking slick in the hot love of tit and cunt and
the big veiny meat cock going in and out and I looked and
saw the readhead, buck naked on the floor beside us on her
back and Bert kneeling between her knees and slowly he
fucked that cock I love so much into her and she must'a been
damn tight cause she had to squirm like a wild duck to get
it in, there thrashing beside us as Bert pulled back then
fucked her some more and with Steve in my tail I felt like I
could feel Bert's cock in me too, and I reached out and
grabbed the redhead's hand and she looked as me and between
her groaning and sweating she smiled and squeezed my hand
like we were now sisters in the art of fuck and I was so
damn happy and proud (but still quite ashamed) I burst all
over as I felt Steve chunk a load of hot teenage sperm
deeping into my pearly insides and I was STEWED, dadgummed
it, like a marshmellow over the fucking fire melting and
burning all over everyone and everything, the brunette
squirming and thrashing beneath me, and I could feel her
titties all over my tummy, she was still licking me and I
could tell her damn burst just then, too, because she
fucking near bucked me into the next room and thrashed for
what seemed like fourteen minutes as I grabbed onto her buns
and kept sucking her and taking Steve's hot, cummed-slick
cock up my cunt, it dripping all over the brunette's face as
she kept her tongue wagging in me like a munchkin, before we
all collapsed and just kept softly thrusting and humping and
whimpering and moving so we could feel the absolute most of
each others skin and cocks and cunts and tits and little
buns, and in some backroom of my mind I could hear the
redhead screaming for what sounded like the longest time as
she came and thrashed up into Bert's cock, but it seemed all
slow motion to me as I struggled to half open my eyes, the
brunette still softly licking, then what seemed like hours
later we could feel them roll into us and we kept humping
and kissing cunts and tummies a little like Christmas
afternoon after all the packages are unwrapped but you get to look at all your stuff and feel and play with it, and we
stroked them and they stoked us, occasionally pinching a tit
or squeezing an butt, and it felt like we were all in cotten
balls all over us so soft and foggy and warm, but still
Steve's hard dog up my tail, now softening a bit, and, gosh,
it was fun, and we lay still.

Just then I noticed that I had quit shaking some time ago.


                          Chapter 4

     My life had turned into a heaven of love and sex, sex
and love.  The night of the party I slept like a blistered
log in a fireplace.  That is, I tossed and turned in the
sweet agony of sex all night, dripping and stewing in my
juices.  Once, I felt Sarah's little hand on my slick pussy,
but we were both too tired (and I was too confused) to do
anything.  Sarah had fucked two guys that night and I had
fucked Steve and the brunette.

     I WAS IN LOVE!

     Yes, I was in love with love.  In love with Bert.  With
the brunette.  With Steve and Steve's ripe, ridged cock.
And, BOY!, with the redhead.  I had watched her climax and
held her hand, and now all I could do was think of her.
Well, of her and Bert.   And . . .  Well, and everything, I
guess.  I was at it and I was going whole hog.  I had
decided to stay the course.

     Yet I still hoped, secretly, that my desires would stop
with the summer.  That I'd never drag my slut self home from
Maine.  Little did I know that my glands would know NO
containment.  Never again was I able . . .

    But the story of that summer is not yet over.  NOT BY A
LONG SHOT!  Or, I should say, a long squirt.





    For two days I wandered as in a sexual dream.  I was
hooked and I knew it.  But this was one fish that didn't
want to spit the hook.  Besides, it was set firmly in my
jaw.  And I mentally thrashed and squirmed in the agony of
it.  LOVE.  And SEX.  COCK.  And CUNT.  Not to mention
BALLS, BUTTS, TITTIES, CALVES, TUMMIES, etc.

     Love.  Sweet and savory.  I couldn't (and still can't)
at times think of much else.  When my motor gets warm--and
sometimes it takes just the sight of a pair of tight buns to
warm it--I can think of nothing else.  I've been known to go
for days, if not sexually satisfied, thinking and swooning
in thoughts of sex.  Once I get turned on, in other words,
there's only one way to turn me off.  And that is, of
course, to HAVE me.  To fuck me right and proper.  To belly
slap with me.  To tongue me and spank my ass.  To shove a
big dick up my cunt.  To hold me and love me, naked in your
arms.





     Eight times in the following three days Bert took me on
long walks in the woods and eight times we fucked our brains
out.  He would take me to the clearing and then have me
strip naked.  He would have me do it slowly, one article of
clothes at a time.  He would remain fully clothed.  Then he
would make me turn around and touch myself here or there.
He'd make me feel up my little pink titties, or smooth my
hand back and forth over my tummy, or finger my cunt while
squeezing my tits.  He'd be still dressed and the whole
thing would make me feel so naked and naughty, especially
when he'd have me turn around backward and bend over with a
finger in my pussy.  Sometimes he would feel me up as I
stood there.   He'd stick a finger in me and wag it around
till I'd be squirming all over.  Or he'd kiss my thighs and
belly while grabbing my calfs or squeezing my butt.  He'd
suck on my titties sometimes.  Boy oh boy, was I hot!



     Once he made me walk around for a half hour with just
my tennis shoes and pullover on.  GOD!  I felt so naughty
and naked.  Then he had me pull my pullover up so it covered
my face and he came and felt me up all over while my arms
were straight up in the air and my face covered.  As he
palyed with my cunt, squeezing it softly like a furred
tennis ball, he said, "Just like a peach!  A ripe, tender
peach, with soft cheeks."  And he stuck a finger in.  I
squirmed like a bitch, but he pulled away and just made me
stand there like that as he smoothed my stomach and squeezed
my naked butt.





     After he'd play with me, sometimes for up to an hour,
he'd strip down and make me suck his cock.  He really taught
me how.  I know I'd done it before.  By instinct.  But Bert
gave me technique.  He'd lay down and have me wrap my right
hand around his cock and squeeze it and rub it up and down
until it felt like a it was ready to break.  Then he'd have
me shove it into one of my little tits where he'd rub it all
around.  After that he'd have me curl my little lips around
the head and gently swirl my tongue all around and over the
pee hole, but especially right under the head as I'd let him
go further and further in my mouth, still gently pumping
with my hand.  GOD, I loved it.  I was usually leaking by
this time and would rub my cunny on his lower leg up and
down and around and around, my belly pressing into his knee,
etc.  And right before he's start to cum, I would start
rubbing his flat stomach with my other hand and stroking him
harder while bringing my tongue up and down and up and down
the soft, secret underside of his cock bulging with cum, my
mouth going up and down as far as I could, then I'd clamp
those lips around his cock and hang the fuck on cause he'd
try to buck me off as he would pump spurt after hot spurt of
pure teenaged cum into my mouth.

     But this was never enough for Bert.  Hell no!  He then
turn me over and fuck me there in the grass, his still hard
cock pushing through my little pink cunny lips, and grabbing
my titties from behind.  Or he'd take me "straight" (as I
called it then and now), with his chest on mine and my legs
thrashing all around, then up over his naked butt and
clamped about his waist.

     A few times as we fucked I thought him and the redhead,
about the time I watched him fuck the beautiful redhead and
how we held hands and all.  And once I felt like I was the
redhead.  I mean, I could even imagine her face being mine,
so I'd not be surprised if I would have seen her if I'd look
in the mirror.  And I thought her cunt was mine.  And her
ripe breasts.  And, shy as I was, I would rub myself, my
tits and cunt, while Bert fucked me.

     Bert seemed to like this.





     After the seventh time, as we lay there in the grass,

Bert said, "Steve's coming over this afternoon.  I want you
to come out here with both of us."

     "No, Bert.  I can't believe you'd ask me to do that,"
but even as I answered I thought of Steve and his hard cock
and I knew I wanted fucked again by him.  I started
trembling softly there in the grass.

     "Listen, Suzi.  I like fucking you and I think you know
you're someone special to me.  If you want to keep on seeing
me and having sex fun, you'd better be ready to come out
here at about this afternoon!  Be ready about one."  And he
left me laying there shaking on the soft grass as he dressed
and ran back to the house.

     I went back and cleaned up and ate lunch and changed
clothes.  I put on my tightest white shorts over plain
cotten panties and wore a yellow pullover which accented my
blond hair.  Still, a part of me was too embarrassed to want
to go and get naked in front of two boys, even if they were
such hunks.  But all through lunch I could only think of
both Steven and Bert naked, theri hard cocks sticking far
out from their bellies.  I squirmed all over my chair and
found I was shaking again.  I almost choked on my baloney.
Getting dressed was also frustrating.  I wanted to fuck
myself right there as I slipped my cotton panties up my
tanned legs and over my pouting cunt. JESUS!  Each item of
cloths felt like a boy's hands all over me.  I keep shaking
and hugging myself.  I felt like I was going to fly apart
with lust and fear and shame.  I knew what was coming, and I
dreaded it and lusted after it at the same time.  I was a
shameless slut but wanted to be a good girl with a good
reputation and live the all American life.  If only I could
do that and be fucked every minute of my life . . .





     Steve and Bert were in the front room when I came down.
I couldn't look Steve in the face, but I mumbled hello and
walked outside with them and down the path into the woods.
The boys walked ahead, and this gave me a good opportunity
to look over Steve's hot buns inside his thight jeans and
notice both boys' muscular builds.  Bert was dark and
handsome in a brooding, aristrocratic way.  Steve was blond
and handsome in a little boy way.  Both were hunks!  And I
couldn't wait.  But, at the same time, I was terribly
ashamed.





     Bert and Steve sat down and lit cigarettes when we got
to the clearing.  I went over to Bert's side and began to
sit, but he said, "No.  You keep staning.  Over there.  In
front of us."

     "Now, turn around," he instructed.  "Slowly."

     And I did.  Wearing the white shorts and pullover in
front of these tow guys who were looking me all over made me
feel terribly ashamed and, even, nanked.  My shaking
increased and I tried to hug myself with my arms to make it
stop.

     "NO!" Bert shouted.  "Hands to your side.  Just keep
turning till I tell you to stop."

     The boys smoked and I turned and shook.

     "Okay, Suzi, unsnap your shorts."

     "No, Bert.  Don't make me do that."  I couldn't even
look at Steve.

     "Do as I say, Suzi.  It'll be o.k.  Trust me."  His
voice was soft but firm.

     I reached with both hands and unsnapped them.  My
fingers were shaking pretty bad.

     "Now let them fall down your legs."

     "Oh, God, Bert!  Please?"  I looked at him, pleading
with all my might.

     "Do as I say," his voice was soft, but firm.  I let the
shorts slide slowly don my tanned legs.  I was shaking and
on the verge of tears.

     "Now pull down those sweet undies, lil' Sue."

     I was too far gone now to stop, I mean even if I'd
wanted to, but I didn't.  I hooked my thumbs on either side
and bent down, slowly pulling down my underpants.  I knew
Bert liked me to do this real slow, so I did it slow this
time, stopping at my knees a moment.

     "Freeze!"  Bert said.

     I knew this game, too.  I was half bent over, my naked
butt slighly sticking out, my panties around my knees, my
blond pussy mostly hid between the valley of my closed
thighs, a few blond wisps of hair sticking out.

     "Now, let go of your panties and caress your thighs."

     I couldn't look at the boys so I closed my eyes as my
shaking hand stroked my upper thighs.  GOD!  I was getting
into it.  I felt so naked and HOT rubbing myself before
these two hunks!  Gradually I let a hand rub my buns as the
other came around in front and cupped (very softly) my cunt,
and slowly rubbed until I realized what I was doing and
quickly let that hand come up under my pullover and rub my
stomach.

     "Goddamn!  Look at her!" I heard Steve say.  "She's
great!  What a hot pussy!"

     When I heard that I started visibly shaking with lust
and shame and I stopped rubbing myself except letting my
hands caress my upper thighs like I was putting on sun
lotion or something.

     "Now pull up your top," Steve said.

     "Oh!" was all I could manage as I reached down and
grabbed the bottom of my pullover with my hand crossed and
pulled it slowly (I knew how Bert liked it!) up over my
pert, little breasts with their ripe nipples (I cold feel it
rub over them then the rush of warm air as they were exposed
to the hungry view of Bert and Steve), then up exposing my
armpits and covering my face until my arm were straight over
my head, then . . .

     "Freeze!"

     And I stopped.  NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER have I
felt SO NAKED.  There I was, titties, tummy, cunt, and legs
exposed out in the open in front of two fully dressed boys!
My yellow pullover was over my face, my arms were straight
up in the air, my white panties were bound around my knees,
and my shorts were in a pool at my feet around my sneakers.
GOD!  I was embarrassed and uncontrollably horney!  I was
now shaking so that all could see and probably covered with
goosebumps of anticipation (I couldn't see, but it sure felt
like it!)  But I had to stand still ith my arms tight in the
pullover and my whole body, almost, exposed.

     "Just stay still, Suzi.  I'm going to touch you now.
Don't be scared.  It's just Seve and me."

     I felt a hand on my right tit that squeezed a bit and
rubbed me.  Then I felt lips on my tummy and two hands
grabbing my ass and gently squeezing.  I couldn't stop
shaking but I pushed my belly out against the lips and tried
to push my butt back into the hands.

    "Let's look at her first," I heard Bert say.  And the
hands and lips stopped.

    "Look at these sweet titties.  They're so little now,
but they're ripe and juicy.  I'll bet they'll get to be 32s
by the time she grows up.  You going to visit me then, Sue?"

     All I could do was gulp, and nod, and keep on shaking.
I felt two hands on my tits.

     "They're so soft and young."  It was Steve's voice, and
probably Steve's tongue I felt licking a nipple tenatively.

     "And look at those fucking legs!  Jesus, they're so tan
and smooth.  And they really have power.  You should feel
her wrap them around you.  She can really squeeze with 'em."

     And I felt their hands all over my legs and calfs,
squeezing and rubbing and carressing up and down, and up and
down and over and around then a pair of lips, two pair of
lips and a tongue kissing and feeling and licking my tanned,
teenage legs.  God, I rubbed them together trying to get off
with my cunt, but I onl;y managed to get hotter and hotter,
not to mentioned more ashamed.

     "Now come around here and look at her sweet butt!"

     Both sets of hands and lips left me and I felt
disappointed momentraily.  I could hear them move around
behind me and kneel down.  I kept rubbing my legs together
slightly, hoping no one would notice.

     "Whooo.  Sloow down.  Easy, girl," Bert spoke to me as
if I was a horse. "You'll get there soon enough.  Just stay
still and do what I tell you."

     I was terribly embarrased that he noticed that I was
trying to masterbate with my legs but I was also terribly
horney and frustrated and feeling naked as fuck in front of
two guys I couldn't even see.  My arms weren't tired, but I
sure wanted my fingers somewhere else than way up in the air
holding my pullover up and over my face.

     I felt one set of ands on my hips from behind.

     "Look at that sweet ass!  Goddamn!  She's going to be
one beautiful woman."

     I couldn't help but blush at such flattery.  I also
pushed back against the hands slightly, probalby exposing
more of my butt crack and maybe asshole than I wanted too.

    The hands caressed their way down my thighs and came up
under my buns, holding one in each hand.

     "Look at 'em.  So tight.  I mean, she's really packed
IN THERE!  Wouldn't you love to spank them, Steve?"

     "Fuckin' A!"

     "Look at that one little mole.  It's so lovely there
all alone."

     And I could feel someone kiss a very small spot as he
rubbed both buns then around my legs and thighs in front,
keeping his distance from my dripping, little pussy.

     I shoved my butt back in whoever's face was kissing me
and rubed it across his face, trying to get his nose to slip
deep into my crack.  JESUS!  I didn't know what I wanted.
Probably for him to tongue my cunt from behind.  I don't
know.  Something.

     "Whooo, Steve!  Plenty of time, lad.  Let's look at
this sweet cunt, first, then I'll let you two alone for
awhile."

     I heard what he said and I was scared.  I know that
Steve had already fucked the daylights out of me, but that
was different.  That just happened and then there were
plenty of people around.  NOW it was planned.  Bert had
probably planned to get me out here and get me naked with
him and Steve all along and then planned to let me stay here
with Steve.  I really felt vunerable, now.  I'd be almost
stark naked in front of a nearly total stranger!   What was
I going to do?  I was choking and shaking with lust, but I
was scared as shit and embarrassed that I'd let them get me
here like this.  The air seemed to get real cool all of a
sudden, but I could tell that it was me, not the air cause I
could see that the sun was still out.

     There were no hands on me and I cold hear them arrange
themselves in front of me on their knees, probably.

     "Open up a little bit, Sue.  Open your knees," Bert
said.

     My panties, having slipped during all the feeling and
kissing, were around my calfs now so I could open my knees a
bit, but not too much.

     "Hell, let's get rid of these."

     And I felt both guys pull down my panties while feeling
up my smooth legs somemore.  They steadied me so they could
pull both legs off my feet and got the shorts out as well.
Then I felt them untie my sneakers and pull them one at a
time off my feet.  Occasionally one would stroke my legs or
kiss my thighs, or lick my hip, as the other one would be
undressing me.

     "Now.  Spread 'em, bitch," Bert said playfully.

     I was shaking now harder than ever, but managed to put
my feet about two feet apart so my pussy was totally
exposed.  I tried to bend forward and shove my butt just a
bit back so they couldn't see so much of me, but I felt
Bert's hands on my ass as he pushed forward.

     "NO.  No," he said.  "We're gooing to see what we can
see.  Don't fight it, baby."

     I could feel his other hand on my pussy.

     "Now look at these ripe little cheeks.  Pussy cheeks.
Like they're pouting or something.  Looks like two halves of
a peach, don't it?"

     "Oh, yeah.  And she's got peach fuzz too.  Pretty blond
pussy."

     "Look at the tender lips!  So soft and juicy.  Look at
them puff out and pooke out."

     I could feel a finger going over and over my pussy
lips.

     "Don't they look just so sweet?"

     "Yeah, man.  They sure do," Steve replied.  "Let me
taste."

     And I felt a tongue on my pussy lips and almost jumped
outta my skin.  I was uncontrollably shaking and so fucking
hot I shoved my pussy against the lips, but they left my
pussy and travelled up my tummy to my tits as a finger
shoved its way into my cunt.

     I humped against it, swirling it around inside me.
Trying to cum and cum and cum.  But the finger left my cunt
and mouth left my titties.





     "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile.
Suzi?"

     "Yes?" I answered, muffled as much by my fear and lust
as by the pullover which still obstructed my sight.

     "I want you to do everything Steve says.  Got that?"

     "Un, huh," I nodded.  "But why can't you and I just. ."

     "Shut up!  If you don't mind Steve, he'll punish you.
I told him what to do and he'll do it.  Got that?"

     "Boy, I sure do," I heard Steve say.

     I asked you if you got that!"  Steve yelled at me.

     "Yes, Steve.  I understand," I said.  I was softly
crying now.  Partly due to Steve's having to yell at me and
partly from my embarrassment.

     "Bye, now."

     And I could hear him walk away.





     "Oh, Suzi.  You can take off your shirt and let your hands down," Steve instructed.

     I did as he said and then tried to cover up with the
pullover, putting it over my cunt.

     "Oh, no you don't.  Drop it and come here."

     I was still crying a bit and shaking a lot.  But I want
over to him where he sat on a low stump.  He motioned me to
kneel down betwee his knees and I complied.

     "I hear you've learned how to suck cock real good.
Is that right?"

     I closed my eyes, still crying, and nodded.  I wished
was a thousand miles away.  But not until I was satisfied.

     Steve stood up.  "Pull down my pants and suck my cock."

     My hands fumbled with his belt.  I was never very good
at taking off a belt backward, but I managed to free it and
then I unzipped his pants, my hand pushing past the
beautiful bulge.  I grabbed the jeans and his underware from
the top and started pulling them down.  I only got a few
inches and I stopped.  I just couldn't go further.  I was
too embarrassed.

     "Let's go, bitch."  And he slapped me.  Not hard, but
enough to surprise me and to really make me start crying.  I
was fumbling with his jeans and shorts, pulling them down,
and crying like a baby.  Even when I saw his hard cock
poking out (and BOY I wanted to grab it and stuff it into me
after licking it and sucking him off), I kept crying, tears
running down over my cheeks and the sun shining in my face,
and a big cock before me.

    "Come on!"  And I pulled his shoes off and his jeans and
shorts over his feet.  "Now show me your stuff, Suzi.  Suck
me, and do it good!"

     "Please, no.  I don't want to.  Please."

     "Shut up and suck it.  You know you want it, now suck!"

     "No, I don't want to," I lied.  I just want to go home
and go to bed."  I was crying and shaking uncontrollably
now.

    "You're going to suck or you're going to suck," Steve
slapped me again, harder than the last time.

    I just knelt there, crying.

    "Okay, bitch.  You're going to get a spanking!  Right
NOW.  Young lady, lay over my lap.  Right the fuck now!"

     He slapped me again and sat down.  I was really scared
now, and I remember what I'd said to Bert.  "I'll suck you.
I'm sorry," I cried.

     "TOO THE FUCK LATE.  NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE!"  Steve was
really angry and slapped me again, real hard.  I could feel
the tears splash off of my cheek.

    Meekly, I stood and lay over his lap.  I could feel his
hard cock shoved in my tummy and he seemed to puch against
me, rubbing his cock into my belly.  His right hand, over my
ass, began to squeeze, not too hard, but enough that I knwe
he meant business.  His left hand held my back down over his
lap as he poked his cock into my stomach.

    Soon I felt his right hand raise up and come down,
SMACK, onto my left cheek.  I was crying, again, and harder.
The pain wasn't so bad, but the humiliation was very real.
His hand raised and fell, smack me over and over.  After
avout the fifteenth slap, I started to feel REAL strange.  I
was still crying, but now I was hot as the devil.  GODDAMN!
I started squirming all around in his lap, and even reached
down and started squeezing and gently pumping his hard dick,
shoving it all over my tummy as he spanked and spanked and
spanked me.  I cried and pumped.  Pretty soon, I felt his
hand leave my back and start feeling up my little titties as
he kep spanking me.  I LOVED IT!  He was slapping my ass and
squeezing my titties and shoving a finger in my mouth, and I
was pumping his precious cock, the cock I loved so much the
other night and still loved now.  I kept cryinbg, now out of
lust, and didn't even really notice when he stopped spanking
me and started feeling up my naked ass and feeling my pussy
from behind and sticking a finger in me.  I was rubbing all
over him and trying to get him to cum on my tits or belly
and he fingerfucked me.  We were HOT AS SHIT!  And we both
knew it.

    Suddendly he seemed to snap out of it.  I felt his
finger stop in my pussy and his other hand stop.  I tried to
get him going again by squirming all over him and jerking on
his cock, but he wasn't budging.  Then he stood up, and I
fell on my back on the ground.

     "I said, SUCK MY COCK!"

     God his cock, ridged and deeply veined, looked
beautiful and obscene at the same time.  It pointed up into
the air bursting with life.  As he stood there, framed by
the few soft clouds, his cock pointing to the blue heavens,
it felt like the world fell out beneath me.  There was the
rod and the staff of life, and here was I, worshipping
before it.  I stopped crying, and as he sat down on the
stump, I picked my self up, knelt before him and gently took
hold of his magnificent cock and softly wrapped my lips
around it, letting my little tongue carress the underside
beneath the head.  I let him slip deeper and deeper into my
mouth, as I tried to keep the underside well stimulated with
my swirling tongue, and the whole shaft excited by making my
lips slide tightly over the ridges and bulges.

     He started thrusting deeper and deeper into my small
mouth, and I tried to keep up with him.  I was horney as
SHIT but I was trying to give him a good blow job before my
needs were met.  I wagged my ass in the air behind me, but
could get no relief.  I just kept sucking his beautiful
godhead cock and feeling his legs and flat belly and bulging
biceps as he fucked my mouth and, occasionally, felt my tits
and pulled my head further into his lap, thrusting and
rolling his cock around in my mouth.

     Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hips, one hand on
either side, and I could feel a cock push against my pussy
lips from behind.

     I was really scared.  Who was it? I wondered.  I
couldn't see and when I wnet to look, Steve clamped his hand
on my neck and shove his cock even deeper into my mouth.

     The cock behind me got its head into my puyssy even
though I tried to clamp my legs from behind.  Now I had had
it.  I couldn't stop.  I had to have that cock in me from
behind, and I had to feel Steve's cock thrusting into my
mouth.

    I pushed back and forth, getting the cock further and
further into my tight, slippery cunt.  Inch by agonizing
inch the cock came deeper in.  I could feel my pussy cheeks
puff out as it shoved further and further, and I could feel
the pussy lips dripping around the cock.  Meanwhile I pumped
on Steve with a hand and slurped his cock as he pumped into
me and as the cock behind finally hit my depths and I
squirmed against the man's belly behind me before he pulled
back and started slowly trusting in and out with short
strokes first then deeper and gradually deeper.  I felt sure
it was Bert, but the cock seemed a bit longer and a great
deal thicker.  But I was too hot to think very clearly.

     I was getting it good from both ends now.  Both cocks
coordinating their thrusting so neither fell out, and both
going the distance, as they say.  The thrusting came harder
and harder and, seemingly, deeper and deeper, plumbing my
very depths and filling me in the sweet hell of fuck and
suck.  I thought about the redhead for a moment, and I was
her in an escasty of confusion.  And I also had a hard dick
that I pushed into her fromm behind.  And I also had a hard
dick that she could suck.  And I had two dicks, one to fuck
her with and one to let her suck at the same time.  And I
came back to myslef, and felt the hot cocks as they rolled
in me like an ocean of snakes, and the man behind grabbed my
hips and crushed my tits, and I was two seconds from REALLY
BLOWING IT!

     I loved it!  I was squirming all around and I could
feel both cocks were ready to explode in me.  I was shaking
my head as much as I could and keeping up with Steve when I
saw, out of the corner of my eye someone else standing
behind me, off to the side.

     It was BERT!  It wasn't his cock in my cunt.  That fat,
hard cock was someone else's!  GOD!  I wanted to scream.  I
want to run and hide.  But I was also starting to shudder
and cum and cum heavily, shaking all over and squirming my
butt into the man behind.  And Steve grabbed my neck so I
couldn't turn anymore, and he shoved harder and quicker and
deeper into me and I could feel his cock PULSE big like a
mountain of cock, and he shoved a glob of sweet, hot cum
into my mouth, and he kept thrusting, and the unseen man
behind was thrusting and pumping, and his hot cum seem to
jump inside, and he kept thrusting and humping, and I was
CUMMING at the SAME time, jerking at the end of two fat, hot
lines like afish at opening day caught with two hooks,
swallowed and gaffed, and Steve kept thrusting and pumping
loads down my throat, and the man behind was grabbing my
titties and squeezing them as he fucking came in me deeper
and hotter and deeper than ever before, and Steve kept
pumping, then pulled his dick out and squirted all over my
face, and kept rubbing his cock around in the slick, hot
cum, then shoving it back into my mouth for another pumb,
then out again, and I was shaking with an orgasm that hit me
like a railroad train, as the man behind kept grunting and
shoving more and more cum, now mauling my tits, and grabbing
at my tummy, and shoving his hand over my cunt, and sticking
a finger in and over my clit and he kept shooting hot load
after hot load into me until I never thought any of this
would EVER stop, and I didn't want it to, every cell in my
body screaming for fuck and more and more and fuck, I was
cumming like an airplane crash, as I felt the cocks go deep
in again and then stay almost still except pulsing and
pushed as far into me as possible, drippling out their last
little strings of cum, I was shaking with an intense orgasm
from the gods, blessed with a fuck from Olympus, the man
behind kept rubbing my buns, my stomach, my tits, my cunt,
still pulsing and Steve still throbbing in me, now the man
carressing me gently and I could see Bert out of the corner
of my eye come over to me with the yellow pullover in his
hand, and he stroked my back and said something soothing
like to a horse, I was cvrying with my orgasm that was only
now subsiding, and I kept pushing back intot the man and
grabbing Steeve's cock and trying to get it to go deepering
in my stroat, and Bert spread the pullover over my eyes so I
couldn't see and tied it behind my head.

     What a fuck!  I was weak with it.  I was a saint with
it.  I didn't care if I went blind with it.  If could never see again.

     And I felt Steve's cock slip out of my mouth and gently
rub over my cheeks, and I kept licking at it.  And the man
behind, the man with the long, thick cock, finally pulled
his so slowly out while I was trying to prolong the moment
by shoving back into him and squirming aganst his hairy
beyy, as he was feeling up my ass and back, and I could feel
his cock fall out and a sudden rush of air over my cunt, the
wound of my world, then he was wiping himself off on my
asscheeks, and rubbing his still hard dick up and down my
crack from behind, once even poking it gently into the
opening of my little asshole, just gently shoving, maybe the
very tip got into the little ring there, then pulling back
and rubbing it up and down, still feeling my little dripping cunt occasionally, or one of my tits, and I kept squirming
and whimpering with the deity of fuck surrounding me, inside
and out.  And I felt abandoned in a world of sin and sorrow.
Naked on my haunches, trying to get Steve's cock, still
throbbing, but growing smaller, into my sweet little mouth.

     And the man pulled back and way, and I could hear him
whisper something to Bert, and Bert laughed and I could hear
him putting on his pants or jeans and then zipping them up
and walking away, out of the clearing.  All the while I was still licking Steve and rubbing his cock over my face, and I
put one hand in my tail and fingered myself back there.

      God I was embarrassed.  But I was fucked, too, and I
knew then and forever which mattered more!  If ever
thereafter I had to chose between self respect and a hard
cock, between dignity and dick, well . . . It would be NO
CONTEST!  I needed stuffed.  And I needed it over and over
again.

     I was exhausted and fell down and lay in the grass.
Steve lay beside me and caressed me tenderly from behind.  I
fell asleep with my tit in his hand, the pullover still tied
behind my head.

     We woke a few hour later, Steve's cock in my rump, but
too pooped to pop up.  He took off my blindfold, we kissed,
dressed each other--we took a long time doing this!--and
walked back to the house.  It was getting dark.



     Neither Bert nor Steve ever told me who was fucking me
from behind that day, and I only asked once.  To tell the
truth, I didn't want to know.  If I knew, I've be
embarrassed when I would see him.  That is, if I would ever
see him.  This way, I didn't even know if I ever ran into
him or not.  In fact, I din't know who it was for over three
years.  Then I knew I bumped into him all the time.  But I
didn't know it then.





     The next day, after a slow tender fuck in the clearing,
Bert asked, "You wanta go to a formal dance with me?"

     I blushed.  Bert was asking me out on a formal date!  I
was thrilled.

     "Sure, Bert.  That'd be great.  You sure you want to
take me."

     "Suzi, you're something special.  I really get off on
you.  ~And in you," he laughed.  "Afterward maybe you can
join a club."

     "What club?"

     "Justa club.  You know some guys and girls."   And, as
though in an afterthought, "We have a really good time."

     "Bert," I choked.  "I love you.  I'll do anything you
say."  And he stroked my naked body and kissed me on the
cheek.  He was SO sweet.

     "O.K.  Dress up tonight.  Borrow some clothes from
Sarah.  Make yourself real sharp.  Pretend you're going to a
prom, kiddo."  He lit a cigarette and blew smoke over my
tummy.  Then rubbed me and kissed my tits, letting smoke
escape between licks.  "Yep, tonight after the dance you can
join the Four-Leaf Club.  Be ready by six.  First we'll go
out and eat.  We'll double with Steve and his date."  He
stood up, "But maybe you better catch a nap before then.  I
think you're going to need your rest."  He smiled.  "Come
on.  Let's get back."

     And he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard as
I melted in his arms.

     I couldn't wait!


                       Chapter 5

     That afternoon, after Bert had asked me to the formal
dance, was an exciting haze of preparations, enthusiasm, and
anticipation.   Bert had asked me out!  ME!  I felt so grown
up and adult.  Like I was going on my first real date, if
you don't count handholding in a movie and kissing after you
and some girls meet some boys at the theatre or the mall.

    Anyway, that was all I was used to.  And though I'd
gone to dance class, I'd never been to a formal dance except
the one at the end of the class, and that doesn't really
count.

     Needless to say, I couldn't take a nap even if I'd
wanted to, and I didn't.

     After showering and setting my hair, etc.  Sarah and I
picked out a lowcut, formal white dress for me to wear.  It
came down just over my knees.  I also wore a pink bra, white
high heels, white nylons held up with a red garters, pink
panties, and a pink slip.  BOY!  Did I feel grown up.  I
looked in Sarah's full-length mirror and I thought I looked
simply delicious!  So big and sophisticated and yet sweet
and innocent at the same time.

     Sarah had already left with her date (she was also
going to the dance) before Bert called down the hall to see
if I was ready.  BOY WAS I!

     As I walked down the hall Bert gave a low whistle. "You
look great!" he said.  "Doesn't she, Dad?  Doesn't she look
marvellous?"

     Uncle Bert set his paper down and said, "Yeah, she
looks fine.  Fine, indeed.  Very pretty.  So grown up,
little niece.  You look real nice."

     I blushed at all the attention from these two as Bert
pinned some flowers on my dress.  We walked out and got into
his 1954 Chevy.  Well, really it was both his and his Dad's
car.  They had found it in someone's barn and spent over two
years reconditioning it.  Now it was in mint condition.
Two-door, white over yellow.  Bert had waxed it in the
afternoon and it shone brightly in the late afternoon sun.

       We drove over to Steve's house and picked him up.  I
sat between him and Bert as we went to pick up Steve's date,
Julia.  Steve was a perfect gentleman on the way over, but
he did peck me lightly on my right cheek when he got in.
The rest of the way over to Julia's house, he talked about
how much he liked my dress and how grown up I looked.  You
know, nice talk.  Real sweet.

     Steve went in to get his date and I almost dropped a
load when I saw who "Julia" was.  SHE WAS THE REDHEAD!  The
beautiful redhead I'd seen in my dreams and in moments of
fantasy.  Julia.  Now I had a name.  I wish I was Julia.  I
wish I knew more about her.  I wish I looked more like her.
I wish my breasts were as developed as Julia's were.

     I had to get out of the car for Steve and Julia to get
in the back seat.

     "Suzi, this is Julia.  Julia Roberts.  Julia, this is
Suzi.  I think you've already met once before," and Steve
gave a sly little wink and grin, but he didn't dwell on it.
Like I said, he was sweet.

     Julia seemed to be very gracious and friendly.  She
smiled at me and said, "So very pleased to meet you, Suzi."

     I mumbled some pleasantries in return.  God! All I
could do was stare at her.  She was SO beautiful.  She wore
all pink except for black net stockings, but not the cheap
kind with the big spaces.  She was stunning.  Her long white
legs were clearly visible through the black mesh.  The pink
dress which didn't quite reach her knees accented her
beautiful light red hair, and its low cut front allowed me
to see just the beginning of her breasts, the white tops of
those young, soft mounds.  Her smile had a way of melting
me on the spot.  It was broad and sincere, and her even
white teeth seemed to sparkle in the evening sun.  God!  She
was beautiful.

     As she bent to get into the car, I couldn't help but to
try to look down her dress.  I could see more of her
beautiful tits, almost down to the pink nipples, I thought.

     But then I realized that Bert, still behind the wheel,
was watching me trying to peak.  He looked at me and almost
laughed out loud.  But just winked, turned back in his seat,
and restarted the car.  I was deeply embarrassed.   Now it
was me, and not the guys, with all the dirty thoughts.  I
blushed and got in the car after Steve.

     The dance was a dream.  It was held at the local
country club, and everyone was SO grown up and polite and
friendly, even to me, an outsider.  My dance card was all
filled up after the first few dances with Bert, and I
thoroughly enjoyed myself.  The band was young and many had
long hair, but they played well and played a lot of slow
dances.  The clubhouse ballroom had a mirrored globe which
spread fragments of starry lights all over the room.  It was
VERY ROMANTIC!  Bert and I had a number of dances together,
and on the slow dances he would hold me close and tenderly.
I was in love.  I was had.  I only hoped he felt the same
about me.  Steve was utterly a gentleman also, and I knew I
was also VERY FOND of him.

     The whole night I also kept my eye on Julia Roberts.
We sat together at the table and she seemed to take a very
friendly interest in me.  I only wish my interest was just
friendly.  I seemed to be the only one with bad thoughts,
and I tried to wipe them from my mind.

     I would try to watch her dancing sometimes.  I always
wanted to know where she was.  And sometimes, she would see
me and smile back.  I'd almost melt, and whoever I was
dancing with would look at me strangely because I had pushed
myself against him in those few moments.  Then I'd catch
myself, pull back, and try to put Julia out of my mind.  But
it wasn't easy.  My eyes kept drifting back.

     Once, at the table when we were both there between
dances and Steve and Bert had gone for drinks, I saw her
bend over her dance card and I raised up in my chair a bit
to try to see more of her breasts.  I just couldn't help
myself, it seemed.  AND GOD!  I think I saw the top of her
right nipple at the bottom of the cool, alabaster mound
cupped in her dress.  She happened to look up right then and
I lowered myself quickly and turned away.  I blushed.  I was
deeply embarassed, but when I looked back at her, she just
gave me a warm, friendly smile, that seemed pretty innocent
enen though it lasted a bit longer than I would have expected.

     The last dance was heaven!  It was slow and went on
forever, and Bert held me in his arms closely, but not
sexily--just VERY, VERY, VERY romantic.  And I was so proud
to be there with him, and I felt like he was MY MAN, and I
was all grown up and at a real prom at high school or
something.  God, I was happy.

     And everytime I turned around, Julia seemed to be
there, her eyes half closed as she slow danced with Steve
and smiled at me.  It was like magic.  We seemed to be
right near each other for the whole time.

     Here were three people I really cared about, accepting
me and letting me be with them and making me feel SO
accepted and grown up.  It was great!  I wished the dance
would never ever ever end.

     But of course, it did.  And after applauding the band,
and collecting our things, Bert and I walked hand-in-hand
into the magic of a Maine summer evening with stars in the
sky and lightning bugs and a warm breeze and the smell of
pine washing over us.  My, it was grand!  I was with the man
I loved in a land I was falling in love with at just the
right time in my life.  If he would have asked me to marry
him right then and there I would have said "I do" a thousand
times.

     As we walked to the car, Bert stopped and hugged me
closely but like a lover should, nothing indecent.  "You up
for going with me to see the ol' Four-Leaf?"

     "What?"  I'd forgotten about what he had said about a
club.

     "Our club.  You wanta see?"

     "Yes, Bert, anything you say."  I didn't want the night
to ever end.

     I sat close to Bert and held onto his right arm as we
drove down the main highway then turned off on a dirt road
at the edge of town.  We drove for another 10 minutes, and I
thought I could hear a rustling in the back seat.  I turned
and saw Julia and Steve softly kissing.  It was just
romantic, but I was a bit jealous.  Strange as it sounds, I
wish I was kissing Julia, not Steve.  But I turned around
and tried to concentrate on Bert.  I kissed him softly on
the cheek.

     "Um," he said, and smiled.

     I didn't know what I expected the club to be, but I
certainly didn't expect what I saw.  The house, with the
words "Four-Leaf" on a large plaque over the doorway,
looked like a country estate.  It was circled by large,
freshly mown lawn and surrounded by woods except to the
front which looked over a lake.  The lawn itself must have
been 10 acres.  It was huge, and a barn behind the house (I
saw as we drove past) held the tractor it took just to keep
the lawn mowed.  The house had two stories with a veranda
in front, a tennis court and swimming pool in back.  How, I
wondered, did these kids get to come here?  How could they
ever afford to rent a place like this?  Little did I know
then that they actually OWNED the place!

     We walked into the huge main room (almost as large as
the ballroom we had just left) which had a very high
ceilings and a mirrored globe suspended from the center of
the ceiling.  Jesus, I thought, someone holds dances here,
too.   There were a bunch of kids (maybe sixteen when we
arrived) from the dance already there, and just then music
began playing