I AM A LESBIAN

By

ANONYMOUS

ISBN 978-1-60089-445-9

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CHAPTER 1

Charisse Mantell was more voluptuous than the average teen-age girl, and at eighteen, she liked to pretend she had a worldliness and knowledge about sex which she really didn't have at all. As a matter of fact, she knew less about the sexual relationships between men and women than the average girl. Her mother was a famous singing star on television and the plush nightclub circuits of Las Vegas, New York, London and Acapulco, but had kept her lushly developing daughter safely stashed away in expensive private schools. Although Minna Mantell was a talented and voluptuous beauty herself, she was at the age where a fresh, sexually budding daughter might prove to be competition . . . competition that would show up her own somewhat fuck-worn tits and ass.

In the exclusive private school, Greystone, where she was now, she found that being the daughter of a celebrity made the other girls look up to her. After all, the daughter of the famous Minna Mantell, TV and nightclub star–a beautiful, if somewhat tarnished, figure of glamour, a pet of the international jet set and adored by her faithful fans. After a while however, Charisse found that her natural shyness was mistaken for stand-offishness and that her former friends ignored her to the extent of pointedly not inviting her to their parties or sorority affairs.

Her mother had often told her that even as the daughter of a famous woman, she would encounter plenty of jealousy and envy, and that she would be very foolish to let that sort of thing throw her. For some strange reason, she had always been closer to her mother, felt proud to be the daughter of Minna Mantell. So Charisse tried to "cultivate her cool," In spite of the other girls' snubs. But in her heart she was very hurt.

She would actually see a group of girls hurriedly change the subject of their whispered conversation when she approached, and knew they must have been talking about her or her mother. As she went upstairs to study, she heard what surely was a dirty remark about her, to judge from the peals of mocking laughter that followed her to her dormitory room. She mentally resolved that "he who laughs last, laughs best'–and that she would one day have the last laugh over these bitches.

The girl who seemed to hate her the most was actually her next door dorm neighbor, a rather mean, but physically attractive girl named Debby.

Debby's room seemed to be some sort of magnet for the other girls in Greystone and they would gather there very frequently like a flock of gaily chatting birds. And, as much as Charisse tried to deny it to herself, she was secretly hurt that she wasn't asked to be one of the group. It was just all that phony sophistication and woman of the world airs that Debby affected that attracted the other girls, she kept telling herself. Finally, one weekend, she heard them laughing and giggling in Debby's room and made up her mind to find out what it was all about. Even though there was a sinking sensation in her stomach as she did so, she casually opened the door and entered.

As the girls saw who it was, the gaiety seemed to die down, and she was greeted by furtive and somewhat resentful looks.

"Just what can we do for you, Miss Mantell?" Debby asked her. "Or did you open the door to the wrong room by mistake?"

Charisse's heart skipped a beat and she flushed in embarrassment as she replied, "No, I just thought I'd join the fun . . . "

There was a sharp intake of breaths, then a hushed silence and then Debby spoke.

"Come right in, maybe you can fill us in on details about . . . show business that we were discussing. After all, your mother is the fabulous Minna Mantell, superstar of TV, nightclubs, and all that jazz."

Charisse walked into the room hesitantly and saw that there were little knots of girls all over. Some were on the bed, some were on the easy chairs and others even sprawled on the rug. As Charisse found a place to sit on the sofa, the gay girlish gossiping and hysterical shrieks of laughter began again.

"Please don't feel that I'm intruding," Charisse said to Debby, "but I'm really at rather loose ends this afternoon, and you all sound like you're having such a lot of fun . . . " her voice trailed off. She flushed under Debby's sharp mocking gaze.

"By the way," Debby said slyly, "we were just discussing the sex life of some popular show biz personalities–or don't you think that people like Frank Sinatra or Robert Goulet or . . . Minna Mantell indulge in that pastime?"

Charisse flushed and her lips trembled as she tried to reply nonchalantly, "Oh I've heard a thing or two."

Debby pressed her advantage. "How about giving out with some of the dirt about your mother? After all, you've sort of got the inside track."

Charisse kept silent as Debby continued her clever taunting. "Well, we're all waiting breathlessly to hear something right from the horse's mouth, as it were. Or would the opening at the other end of the horse be more suitable to the subject of Minna Mantell's private occupations?" As Charisse pressed her lips together and tried to keep the tears from filling her eyes, Debby added, "I've got a little scrap book here that mentions her." She opened a book filled with news clippings. "Here's something juicy–"Hot Love on the Big Networks"–Mmmmm . . . 'Is a certain famous TV star about to have her option dropped because she drops her panties too much?"'

"So what?" Charisse said grimly.

"So the rest of the article is all about Minna Mantell's love life, her husband's affairs, and some really swinging sex, marijuana, and LSD shenanigans. Really, you must have such an exciting time at home! It's a shame we can't get you to tell us about it."

"How can you even read such cheap gossip sheets? They should be banned from the newsstands!" Charisse burst out. "My mother says everyone in the public eye is besmirched by those scandal sheets!"

"Look here," Debby said, thrusting her scrap book into Charisse's hands, just see if this guy doesn't know what he's talking about. For just an idle gossiper, he seems to know an awful lot about your mother and your father. You're not mentioned–yet."

Charisse didn't want to look at the scrap book, yet the pictures of her mother with some slick young men captioned "Minna's Latest" or "Handsome Remedy for Singer's Sore Throat" held her gaze hypnotically. The stories were about love affairs, secret trysts, sex-swapping parties at her mother's New York penthouse, the young girls her father consoled himself with and other sexy tidbits. Charisse knew that it couldn't possibly be true. The parties she had seen at her mother's apartment never had anything more exciting than spilling a cocktail occasionally.

"I don't know where you got all this dirt," Charisse said angrily, "but I can assure you that's all it is–just a bunch of low down dirt, made up by a second rate gossip columnist looking for filler! Now I think I'll go to my room. I think I want to play my mother's latest record album to get the smell of your scrap book out of my nose!"

"Really, Miss Haughty?" Debby asked slyly. "Since we come from such a bunch of blue bloods, I guess you wouldn't be interested in some other choice bits about your darling mother?"

"I don't know why you're picking on me like this," Charisse said, with a hint of a sob in her voice. "If you don't want my company I'll leave right now!"

"Oh, no," Debby replied with a sardonic grin, "we'd just love to have you stay. Our parents live such dull lives compared to yours. We're so unsophisticated–why don't you wise us up?"

Charisse knew that Debby was trying to embarrass her in front of the other girls.

"I just ignore cheap slander, wherever it comes from," Charisse said, looking pointedly at Debby, "and now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and play those records in my own room!"

But Debby grasped her by the arm as she made her way to the door. "Oh, I've got lots of other interesting scraps on your mother, Charisse. I used to be a fan of hers."

Turning to another girl called Sally, she said, "Get me the rest of my scrap books from the closet and we'll see who's slandering whom. Your mamma really must be quite a babe with the boys, and you don't even want to tell us anything about her technique of getting men. That's really all we want from you, some pointers on what makes Minna such a successful sexpot."

With this, she flung the scrap books the other girl handed her right at Charisse's feet. They opened to show pictures of her mother in various poses and escapades, including a certain nude bathing episode in the fountain of London's Trafalgar Square.

Charisse ignored the pictures and made to leave the room. She was actually on the verge of tears and couldn't understand what had brought on this attack on her and her mother. She had only tried to be friendly. Why was Debby so intent on torturing her and demeaning her in front of the others.

"Pick those books of mine off the floor, and read those stories real good. Maybe you'll thank me for giving you the best education you ever got at good old Greystone," Debby ordered.

Charisse couldn't believe that this was happening to her, or that the other girls would go along with this hazing.

"I don't think anybody would like it much if Miss Finchly heard what the girls in her class were trying to pull," she quavered with tears in her eyes.

"I don't think you would like it much if we really did a job on your whore of a mother and plastered this stuff all over the school," Debby answered. "Believe me, every girl here will make you sorry that you were ever born if you even think of squealing to the headmistress."

Charisse felt that Debby was dead serious and would really carry out her threats. Maybe the best thing would be to play along and then get out as quickly and as gracefully as possible.

"Okay," Debby said viciously, "now read us a few bedtime stories, and I do mean "bedtime" stories about your old folks at home. And speak up, I'm hard of hearing."

Charisse flipped the pages of the scrap book unbelievingly. Finally she began to read in a whisper, "I need to have my men big–all over, says songbird Minna Mantell . . . "

She was interrupted with a high pitched squeal of laughter from one of the group, but continued reading with a kind of fascinated horror. "'I believe love is where you find it, says Minna Mantell on Rome's famed Via Veneto. Could it be that the handsome young Italian accompanying her agreed with her back in her hotel room?"' Charisse saw a picture of an oily, gigolo-type leading her mother's poodle, while her mother looked up at him in obvious admiration.

"You girls don't understand," Charisse said, "these things are just for publicity, just a press agent's idea. Why, my mother would never do anything of the kind!"

"Oh, no!" mocked Debby. "Not in a million years–but do read on, it's all so interesting, even if it is just a press agent's story. Some of them sound like a press agent's nightmare, if you ask me!"

Charisse bit her lip and said nothing. She realized that she was being persecuted, and just because she was her mother's daughter. Her mother had told her there would be days like this, but Charisse would never have believed her classmates could be so mean and hurtful.

Taking another scrapbook in her hands, Charisse saw her mother practically bare-chested in a see-through evening gown, obviously drunk, with a man who certainly wasn't her husband. She dimly remembered also seeing this man apparently coming from her mother's bedroom one night when he was a weekend guest, but her mother had just been amused by Charisse's questions at the time.

Almost hysterically, Charisse leafed through page after page of the scrapbooks. Why, these stories made her mother out to be the giddiest type of gadabout–a celebrity who gave sex so freely that she was notorious for it. And her father, according to these clippings, was a weak nincompoop who was always shooing handsome young strangers out of his steaming marriage bed. But no matter how he tried, her mother managed to keep the bed sheets hot. And all the stories about her parents were in the same vein. Her mother seemed the biggest tramp and her father the biggest dope in the entertainment world.

Rather sadly, she said, "I'd like to leave, I've seen all the scrapbooks."

She was so obviously hurt that none of the girls laughed or said anything, except Debby, who couldn't resist pitching one last dart into Charisse's sensitive skin.

"Hope you enjoyed our little get-together and liked my picture books. By the way," she added, "do you suppose you could get your mother and some of her boyfriends to autograph my scrap books? That would make them really interesting!"

Keeping back her tears, Charisse walked into her own room, holding her head proudly. As she closed the door behind her, she flung herself down on the bed and let the tears come. How could they rub her nose in the filthy offal of the gossip columns? How could girls be so cruel? Especially when she knew that none of it could be true. Even the most innocent action could be distorted as to make it seem evil by these gossip sheets. Her mother had assured her of that. But why had her mother always gone to such pains to get her to believe that there would be false gossip about her?

Having found that her mother was the soft spot in her armor, the girls in her section of the dorm became quite sadistic. There would be sly questions, like "What does your mother advise putting on a broken cherry?,' flung at her in passing. But she realized that if she answered this sort of torture, there would be no end to it. So she just kept quiet and made believe she didn't hear a thing.

Debby, as usual, was the worst. Since she had the room right next to Charisse's, she developed the habit of barging right in. Somehow she almost always seemed to come in when Charisse was undressing and clad only in panties and bra. Once it was without the bra and Debby had looked fixedly at her voluptuous breasts and hadn't made any of her usual remarks about Charisse's mother.

"What a pair of titties!" she said in a rather surprised tone of voice. She left the room when Charisse hurriedly closed the bathroom door.

A new idea had been forming in Charisse's mind under the constant pressure of all the teasing she was taking from the others. She would just pack it in, leave Greystone Finishing School. She would go back to her mother, tell her what had happened and just look for a job. Maybe she could even become her mother's secretary. It would be fun traveling with her mother from one engagement to another. She could really see the world.

She made up her mind that she would take French leave from the school this coming weekend. She would say she was going into the meadow for nature study notes and they wouldn't even bother to look for her. By the time they missed her at bedcheck, she would have almost arrived at the penthouse in New York. Central Park would look good to her from the seventeenth story of the luxury apartment. Much better than Miss Finchley's school up in the farthest reaches of Westchester County.

She was nervous when she told the biology teacher she was going to spend the day in nature study, but when she was finally away from Greystone, she felt much better. She liked her bio teacher, and felt sorry if she would get into trouble over Charisse's disappearance.

It was a cloudy day, and a bone-chilling dampness made her hurry along to the railroad station. Some of the town's swingers, young men on the make, always used to watch in town for the girls from Greystone. Charisse knew that some of the girls had let themselves get picked up for beer drinking parties at a nearby bar and discotheque, but felt it was really none of her business. She herself had gotten more than one off-color invitation to join them, but now they no longer bothered her.

Her figure had really matured more voluptuously than she herself realized. With her miniskirt tight around her shapely asscheeks, her full titties jouncing joyously with every step in her loose bra and tight sweater, she was a real hard-on producer whenever she passed a group of men. Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits full and inviting, long auburn tresses, blue eyes and a lightly freckled skin that was startlingly white–all these sexy attributes really raised the steam in any and all observing males. Her lush, wanton figure coupled with her girlish naivet raised cocks wherever she passed.

She knew she was exciting the group of young street corner loungers as she passed them–maybe she even gave her hips an extra twitch.

"Mmmmm. Wouldn't that be a nice piece of ass to ram"

"Wow, her nipples are bigger than most girls' tits!"

She heard these and other comments on her physical attributes with a slight inward shudder. If some of these so-called swingers wanted to get to first base with her, they'd have to take a bath first. They looked as oily and as filthy as they sounded. While she was still a virgin, she remembered how in the hygiene class the male and female sex organs had been carefully described by the somewhat mannish Miss Tuttle. She had made them all squirm as she described the foreskin on the male penis, and the smelly, cheesy deposits which accumulated under if soap and water weren't used regularly. She tittered to herself as she thought every penis and foreskin in the corner could probably stand a thorough washing. And she'd like to see her sadistic friend Debby forced to do the penis cleanup.

Some other girls soon drew the group's attention and she hurried on to the station. She looked behind her just to make sure that none of the girls spotted her heading for the train. It would just be too ironic to have the Greystone administration stop her at this stage of the game.

She was really sick of the place and all those giggling tormentors. She knew her mother would tell her that those papers were all lies. She would be her mother's secretary and go all over the world with her, glorying in her singing triumphs. Somehow, she couldn't picture her father doing much of anything, really being in the picture with them. To her inmost self, she admitted that he was a well-meaning man, but a weakling for whom she had no respect. Her mother was the strong vital force of the family.

She waited impatiently for her train to come. She only had about a fifteen minute wait, but it seemed like hours. The ride to Grand Central took two hours, and all the way down she tried to picture the reaction of her parents at her sudden appearance in town in the middle of the term. Her father, like all weak people, was conventional, a square, and would probably insist on her going back to that prison of a school. Why, now that she thought of it, even its name "Greystone" had that penitentiary sound. But her darling mother was different, she knew she'd be glad to see her "baby" as she called Charisse. She knew she would listen sympathetically to her story and maybe she would even start training her for the position of her secretary right away. She would tell her mother about the gossip columns and wanted to hear her mother's throaty contralto laughing and telling her to pay them no mind. And now that she was older, and would probably be living at home with her parents, she could certainly spot anything that wasn't right. She wasn't a child anymore.

The train finally pulled into Grand Central at six p.m. and Charisse felt like a coward as she went into a phone booth. She really dreaded telling either of her parents what she had done; they thought she was such a dutiful girl. When the phone rang, there was no answer. Charisse breathed a sigh of relief. They had probably gone out to dinner and would make things easier. The doorman would let her into the apartment, and she could be sitting in the living room when they returned. She hoped it was a good dinner, because then at least they would be in a good mood.

She dozed off on the couch while waiting for them to come home. She just didn't know how she was going to explain things, but decided play it by ear. It seemed as if only a moment had passed and she awakened to the sound of her mother's voice practically screaming in surprise.

"Charisse, baby, what are you doing home when you're supposed to be in school? Is anything wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she told them there was nothing for them to worry about and that she was perfectly all right. But, she told them, Greystone Finishing School was just an impossible place and she couldn't stand the other girls' catty snobbiness another day. If they sent her back, she'd just run away, and maybe go to Chicago or Los Angeles and look for a job.

Her father stopped her short.

"School is the only place for a girl of your age, and you'll just have to go back. Why, Greystone is one of the most exclusive schools in the country and you have no idea of the strings I had to pull to get you in. I know better than you what's best, and back to school you're going in the morning. I'll probably be hearing from the headmistress any minute now and I'm going to tell her you'll be there tomorrow morning!"

Charisse realized with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that for some reason her father didn't want her at home, that she was just a pesky kid who was going to be in the way.

Then Minna came to her rescue.

"Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "you're being too hard on the child: Let's hear her out. That's only fair, and maybe she shouldn't go back if she hates it so much."

Turning to Charisse she said, "But you must realize dear, that my singing schedules and your father's TV production business just doesn't give us much time to spend with you."

"But Mother, you always said You needed a confidential secretary–and who could be more confidential than me, and I'd just love the job," Charisse interrupted. "I'd be the best secretary you could possibly have!"

"Young lady-" her father began, but Minna shut him up.

"I'll tell you what we'll do, baby. I'll call the headmistress at school tomorrow and explain that you're not feeling well and that's why you left. We'll get you a leave of absence and you can stay here while mother and dad figure out the best thing to do," Minna smiled at Charisse.

"Who knows, maybe it would be best for you to be my confidential secretary. The idea has its good points!"

Charisse flung her arms around her mother and hugged her so tightly that Minna told her to let up a little, she couldn't breathe. It was the maid's night out, so Minna took Charisse into the kitchen and made her a tuna sandwich and milk.

"Get to bed early, Charisse dear," Minna said. "Tomorrow's another day and our problems will look a lot simpler then."

As she snuggled into her own bed that night, Charisse felt she had done the right thing in leaving Greystone. When her beautiful mother was around, she felt warm and comfortable; her mother was strong enough and capable enough to set everything right. Those cheap gossip columnists with all their dirty pictures and obscene insinuations could never make her believe that her mother was immoral. Seeing was believing and she had never seen her mother in a single immoral action in all her life. But her father was a weak man, and as a TV producer, he surely met up with a lot of temptations–girls who would do anything for a break on one of his TV shows.

CHAPTER 2

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Minna said looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh mother," Charisse said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I guess I'm going to surprise both of you . . . I mean I'm still so tired for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed early!"

"All right, dear," her mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little pale to me."

"I intend to mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for–I'd keep you company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I haven't had for ages."

–

Charisse spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures–her favorite still being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked goddesses held her interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her mother talking to someone on the phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she listened. Her mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice, someone who was a stranger to Charisse.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight . . . but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the house with some kind of an excuse . . . "

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Minna laughed in her rich contralto and then hung up.

Charisse replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Minna should he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice. Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in the scrapbooks? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Charisse that her adored mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to a mere man . . .

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the commotion, Charisse opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her mother was in the hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the Mantells for years and Charisse remembered him with feelings of distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding titties. He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Charisse knew that he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs the way he did when her father and mother were in the apartment, she wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Cora Lennard, who was an attractive brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well-preserved body. Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy on the mascara and lipstick. What Charisse disliked about Cora was her constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way that nothing could break down.

Her mother and Cora were deep in conversation in the hallway near her bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "woman-talk" she was surprised to see Cora press against her mother's body. One of her hands descended to Minna's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was actually grasping one of her mother's breasts–and squeezing it! Her mother surprised her by covering Cora's hand on her breast with her own, and smilingly removing Cora's hand from her ass, she whispered something to her. Cora's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big white teeth. Amazed, Charisse watched her mother lead Cora into her bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Charisse tiptoed to the door of her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Charisse knew from secretly watching her mother undress and give herself beauty treatments before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing through the door. There was her mother lying back on the bed, her expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle, the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The sight of her mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her mother laugh and say, "You'll have to make this one a quickie, Cora darling. If we stay up here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Minna. Is Mr. Dildo still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Cora go to the drawer and take out a peculiar looking harness–it looked just like a garter-belt with a huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Cora lift up her dress, remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Charisse recognized it for what it was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Minna," she heard Cora say, breathing heavily. "You know I like to feel them!"

As her mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Cora's questing hands. Cora began to knead them and she could see her mother's nipples stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her titties. She saw her mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished invitation. Cora leaned forward between her mother's legs and with a grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Minna's moist vagina.

As Cora began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her mother's pussy, she could hear her mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Cora's movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing of the two women's bodies. Her mother began to moan as if she were in some kind of pain, while Cora's breathing sounded as if she were running a race.

Suddenly she heard her mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Cora darling, shove it all the way up my hole . . . ah . . . all the way up . . . I want to feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Charisse knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that it was a very immoral thing called Lesbianism that just didn't happen among nice people. Yet here was her own mother being sexually entered by a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry" it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But this sounded as if her mother were actually enjoying the big red prick that Cora was shoving in and out of her vagina with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now . . . oh . . . keep ramming that prick up my cunt . . . I just love it, darling . . . oohh . . . "

She was fascinated as she watched Cora fucking her mother. They were hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something forbidden and terribly immoral–who could ever imagine such a thing between her adored mother and that loud brassy Cora Lennard!"

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Cora ask her mother. "Is he far enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Cora, you're tickling my uterus right now–you can't go any further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Cora's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster and faster up her mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her panties and felt that her crotch was all wet . . .

She still wondered how her mother could let a crude woman like Cora do such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the right to put his prick into her mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on the bed. Charisse felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her mother practically shriek. Charisse was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her mother's body.

Unconsciously Charisse's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she watched Cora's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her mother's cuntjuice, rammed in and out of Minna's bushy twat. Charisse worked her own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high between her cuntlips.

"I'm coming, Cora, please fuck faster, I'm coming so good, Cora doll . . . all the way up now!" her mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly–"I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't that feel good?"

Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white, milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother whispering.

"O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more–and then off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse knew that her mother was good–and honest. No matter what a million gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently. Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like this. Cuntjuice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the throes of the most intense come of her young life.

"Oh mother, mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cuntjuice actually dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice. What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a weakling–she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just a little more of that . . . huh, sugar . . . "she wheedled.

Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered. And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest, legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamn tongue right on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming!" . . . her wail trailed off as her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my TV shows, just consider this an audition . . . "

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge, stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe. She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good reason that mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging "audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into her moist, pink cunt.

Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's dick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating her own cunny at the same time . . . what was happening to her. And yet, fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock . . . ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . ." Sheila pleaded as she felt her orgasm welling up within her vagina.

"I'm going to shoot my load . . . shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of yours . . . " Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her cuntlips.

"Oh God . . . you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie . . . shoot, shoot your goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that sweet ball-juice to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out erratically–holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby, get the last drop out into that sweet pussy . . . "

Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to savor the sensation in her cunt . . . to prolong it just as much as she could.

For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing . . . mother must know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and clitoris massage once again.

She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell, the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary-companion, that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna, gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of cuntjuice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm began to recede . . . " If I can feel this way by just masturbating after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

CHAPTER 3

Even though she was up at the crack of dawn the next day and showered, made-up and dressed–she just lounged around in her room. She pondered the events of the previous evening . . . that was certainly quite a party and it had taught her more in one night then the hygiene teacher could in a year. She had heard about dildos, and Lesbians, and jokes about TV producers and budding actresses–but to really see and experience these things! And in the person of her own parents! She just couldn't get over it

"Well, sleepy head," her mother greeted her as they were having their coffee. "I was just coming in to wake you up," Minna said. "We're going to have to have a long talk about what comes next for you . . . but have your coffee first, darling," she laughed. "Time enough later for the serious things."

As Charisse saw her parents, dressed and talking like parents and not like a couple of sex-crazed hippies, she wondered if they could be the same two people she saw disporting themselves so flagrantly last night. Well, if they could be so nonchalant about everything, why then so could she

"How many people were at the party last night, Mother?" she asked.

Minna, a bit taken aback by Charisse's question, answered, "Oh, there were only around seven or eight, but I guess they really must have sounded like seventy with all the noise they were making . . . "

"You're right, and they all seemed to be parked right outside my door," Charisse commented.

"They must have kept you up then . . . ?" Charles Mantell half-questioned his daughter.

"As a matter of fact, I was all excited about being home and just couldn't fall asleep all night. I think I just dozed off for a few hours at dawn," Charisse told her father.

She noticed that her mother and father exchanged quick glances and then looked away. They still thought of her as a child, and if she was up, she could see the question in their eyes, "Had Charisse seen or noticed anything of their hi-jinx in the bedrooms?"

"Was that Jack Lennard at the party?" Charisse asked sweetly. "I hate that phony!"

"What makes you come out with a crack like that about one of your father's business associates?" her mother said. "Why, Uncle Jack has always thought the world of you! What brings this on?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, that old goat is always trying to feel me up whenever he's around here . . . I just hope he doesn't find me alone in the house sometimes," Charisse answered.

"Now really, Charisse," her father chimed in, "I think we can trust Uncle Jack with anything . . . "

"Anything? Really?" Charisse questioned with a hint of mocking in her voice. She only wished her father had once seen "Uncle Jack" feeling her asscheeks and then starting for her titties . . .

Minna looked at her wonderingly. This way of talking was unusual for Charisse. She generally acted like a good, docile child–but noting her swelling breasts and curved hips, Minna Mantell suddenly realized that her daughter had matured. She was a lovely, sexually desirable young woman now, completely mature physically, even though she was still a schoolgirl.

Minna kept looking at her daughter's lush body and then blushed, embarrassed by the thought of "Mr. Dildo" and how he would look moving between Charisse's white thighs . . . She would really have to keep Mr. Dildo out of her mind, even though that was a wonderful session last night with Cora.

"Well, was Mr. Lennard at the party?" Charisse persisted in questioning her parents.

"He was one of our guests," her father replied.

"I did hear some people last night," Charisse said," and I thought that braying laugh of his woke me up. I didn't get back to sleep again for quite awhile . . . "

Charisse knew that the thought that she was floating around during the revels of the previous evening were making both her parents quite uncomfortable, and took a sadistic pleasure in baiting them. After all, they were both guilty of immoral acts in their own way–and what she had seen them do had gotten her so stirred up that she had to masturbate twice!

"Little pitchers shouldn't have big ears," her mother said trying to gloss over last night.

"Don't talk to me as if I were a twelve-year-old, Mother! I'm a grownup girl and maybe I understand a lot more than you think I do," Charisse hinted. "I think your 'Uncle Jack' and that blonde would-be TV actress, Sheila, are having an affair!"

"Why, whatever makes you think such thoughts?" her mother asked, trying to keep her poise.

"Well, some of the noises I heard last night sure sounded as if certain people were balling it up!"

"Are you sure you know the meaning of that phrase, Charisse?" her father asked uncomfortably.

"I certainly do, Dad," she said pointedly. "Even the comic books these days are really very outspoken. You should take some time out from producing your TV shows and look them over. They might give you some good ideas for a new show."

"Now, I think that's quite enough on that subject," her father said uncertainly.

But Charisse, sensing she was pricking their weak spots, kept right on. "That Sheila, the one who wants to be a TV star, she really is a big mouth. I think she made more noise than anyone else at the party. If she ever gets on a TV show, she won't need a microphone!"

"Well, just what did you hear?" her mother asked.

"Oh, it really just adds up to a lot of interesting background noises in the bedrooms. Maybe it's just a little schoolgirl's imagination," Charisse said sarcastically, "but Dad would sure have a hit show if he could put them on the air!"

Charisse looked at both her parents and could see that this last remark of hers had really rattled them. She was glad. They both deserved to be blasted out of their smugness in believing her just a simple little girl.

"Well, lots of things happen at parties that people regret the morning after. Not everybody can hold their liquor–and grownups letting their hair down is a subject you have lots of time to learn about," her father said, trying to close the matter of what had been going on at the party.

Charisse now felt that both her parents were quite uncomfortable. They both looked uneasily at each other and at their daughter, wondering if she had seen any of their guilty behavior.

"Even though she's kind of loud, I think this girl, Sheila, has got something on the ball. Like a very good figure–why don't you audition her, Dad. Her body would certainly register, even if her acting didn't!"

"Let your father make his own business decisions!" Minna said sharply to her daughter. "He's got enough trouble making up his mind about anything as it is."

"Now that you mention it, Sheila is a most attractive girl and I might give her a break at that!" her father said.

Charisse couldn't resist saying, "Oh, I thought you already gave Sheila an audition, Dad."

She knew that what she was saying was bothering her parents. She had thought things out about her mother and Cora, and knew there probably was a good reason for their affair. Emotionally, she felt her wonderful, wise, strong mother could do no wrong. But her weakling father was another story. What right did he have to lay this girl Sheila right in his own apartment, with his wife and daughter present? It was in line with what she had always thought of his wishy-washy character–now she knew he was thoroughly immoral as well.

"You're talking a little too much about things that really don't matter, Charisse," her mother said. "I think you're still over-excited by having left school, so why don't you lie down and listen to some records in your room, and just rest? You're father's going to the station and I have a rehearsal, so we'll both be gone most of the day. Relax, dear," she concluded.

Charisse took her mother's advise, went to her bedroom which overlooked the park and lay on the bed listening to her record-player. Naturally, she played a Minna Mantell album.

She must have dozed off for a few minutes when she was startled by the bedroom door opening abruptly. There was a hissing noise as the well-knit, compact body of their Japanese butler, Taka Hachiburo, bowed in apology for having disturbed her.

"I beg Miss Charisse's pardon," Taka said in his excellent English, "but I did not know you were at home and your mother told me to clean all windows in every room today."

She was rather glad to see Taka Hachiburo again. He was a handsome exchange student from Tokyo who was taking his degree in psychology at Columbia University. He worked as Minna's part-time butler and houseman for his living expenses. He would be getting his degree within a few months now.

"Oh, that's all right, Taka," she said, noting how strong and virile his muscular arms and legs looked. He was clad only in tennis shorts and a T-shirt for his window-cleaning job. "Don't let me keep you from your work."

The attractive Japanese student-butler moved gracefully into the bedroom with his squeegees and pail of water. He started to wash the first window, near the bed on which she was lying. As she watched his manly, athlete's body clean the first window, she smiled slyly to herself at certain warm, wet feelings she was experiencing between her legs . . . She had certainly been sexually stimulated by all she had seen the previous evening.

"Listen, Taka," Charisse said sweetly, "I don't want to disturb you while you're working, but I like watching you. You've got a real tennis player's physique, I can see, and I have a weakness for good-looking tennis players. I'd like to see You walking around in those tennis shorts all the time."

"I only wear them when I wash the windows, Miss Charisse," Taka grinned back at her and went on using the rubber squeegee on the windows.

"But, Taka" Charisse said; impishly, "aren't they kind of tight in the crotch?"

Ignoring the question, the good-looking Japanese continued his work.

"Maybe you ought to take your record-player into the living room," he suggested. "This is a kind of messy job and I wouldn't want to splash you."

"You can splash me anytime, Taka," she said. "Watching you work in that outfit shows me how graceful you are." She looked at him coyly as she watched his torso straining as he cleaned the upper-half of the window. Like most Japanese, Taka was not very tall, but he was very compact and brawny. His skin was the color of yellow gold and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his upper and lower lips and his chest. Taka turned around, wondering what gave with Charisse and then applied himself to the windows once again. Charisse was staring right at his crotch, which had quite a manly bulge and he wished he had put on a jock-strap.

Quite casually, Charisse let her house-robe fall open, exposing the valley between her lush tits, as well as a good deal of her bra. As Taka turned around for a cloth, he was startled by the sight of her voluptuous knockers, so temptingly and "accidentally" displayed.

"This apartment is rather warm and close today," she smiled at Taka. "How about letting me use your squeegee on the window for awhile. I'm so bored."

Suiting her actions to her words, she bent over the pail of water to get the squeegee. As she did so, her house-robe fell even more open and she heard Taka's sharp intake of breath as the sight of her lush titties straining out of the top of her bra greeted his eyes.

She began to use the squeegee on the window, brushing against Taka as she strained to reach the top of the window. Her robe fell even more open as she worked, and she knew that the sight of her full titties and the glimpses of lace panties, was lighting his fuse as she exposed herself.

Taka had paused and watched the jiggling movement of her breasts as her arm rose and fell with the squeegee.

Deliberately, Charisse teased him. "What's the matter, am I using the squeegee wrong?"

"Not at all Miss Charisse," he answered, trying to regain his cool, "but maybe I ought to finish the job. I can see there's a lot of straightening up I have to do in the other rooms."

"Here, why don't you show me the right way to squeeze the windows, maybe I can help you get through quicker," Charisse said, taking his strong right hand and folding his fingers over her slender waist. "Work my hand up and down and show me the right way to squeeze. You do it so beautifully, Taka!"

As she touched his hand and felt his manly body brush her robe, she began to sense the same hot, wet, juices flowing from her cuntlips as when she was watching the dildo episode. She knew that she was deliberately provoking Taka by showing her breasts and leaning up against him. Even the bulge in his crotch seemed to be throbbing and getting larger. But watching all the out and out fucking which she had seen last night had made her very hot for a man, any man.

She wanted to see what a real cock felt like, she was sick and tired of this finger stuff. That was for kids. She wanted a big stiff pecker to ram up her cunt, and didn't want to wait another day for her first screw. Being alone with the handsome Taka while her parents were gone was a made to order situation. She felt so wet and funny down there that she instinctively knew that a real cock would be the only thing to relax her sexual yearning. She had never before realized what a handsome fellow Taka, their Japanese butler really was.

She leaned against him for a few moments longer and then asked him, "Taka, why are you so reluctant to let me help you?"

"I don't mind Miss Charisse," Taka said slowly. "But I think you're mother wouldn't like it if she came back and saw what you were doing."

"Oh, don't worry about that Taka, they're both out for the day. And I'm really so bored. I want to help you," she said, letting her robe fall open even more.

Taka gulped at the sight of lace-trimmed panties and white thigh which met his gaze and said, "O.K. Miss Charisse. But I really have got a lot to do in the house and I've got to make one of my classes in psychology at six p.m. . . . so we'll have to make it fast!"

Charisse turned towards him, letting her robe fall completely open and shrugged it to the floor. Her breasts were whiter than the satin bra which bulged with them, she was wearing no slip, and her panties were the see-through type. The triangular shadow formed by her thick bush was clearly visible to Taka.

"Miss Charisse," Taka exclaimed, lowering his eyes and looking away, "don't you think you'd better put your robe on? What if somebody should walk in?"

"Why, don't I look good to you?" she asked him coyly, nudging her breasts into his chest and glaring down at his now visibly growing crotch-bulge.

"Maybe you look a little too good to me, Charisse," Taka gulped, his eyes on her bush-triangle, shadowing her see-through panties.

"I've got a confession to make Taka, you've always attracted me ever since you started working here. And now I'm grown up enough for both of us to do something about it!" Charisse said.

"Don't forget that I still represent the "Yellow Peril" to a lot of red-blooded Americans. Why if anyone found me fooling around with a white girl, I'd be in real trouble Charisse," Taka told her, still looking away from her enticing body.

Charisse pressed herself more firmly against Taka's strong body, really pressing her lush titties hard into him.

"Come on Taka, I won't say anything if you feel them. I've got bigger and nicer ones than any girl in the school."

Taka leaned away from her and said, rather sadly, "Please Charisse, don't tease me into something I know will cost me my job!"

Looking down at his tennis shorts, she saw that his big, manly penis was practically rigid and almost perpendicular to his body.

"Why lie to yourself, Mr. Psychology Major? We both know what you'd like to do to me!" and as if by accident she let her hand brush against the hard-on straining his tennis shorts.

"I'm going to leave for the day!" said the perspiring Taka. "Please make my excuses to your honorable mother, but tell her I got sick, or something," and he turned to go.

Charisse sensed that being yellow-skinned and of another race gave Taka an inferiority complex, and made him fearful. She decided to use a little psychology of her own on this aroused, virile young man. She had suddenly felt she wanted to put his prick in her, to fuck her.

"Look Taka," she said in a tone of sweet reasonableness, "you might as well take what I'm giving you on a silver platter. If you don't I'm going to tell my mother that you raped me while I was asleep–and you know my mother! You could say goodbye to your career as a psychologist. There might even be a nice, long jail sentence."

"Come on Charisse," Taka said, "tell me you're only kidding around and let me finish cleaning the damn windows!"

"I mean it, Taka," she said firmly. "If you don't do it to me, I'm going to make trouble. So why don't you unbend and give me a sample of that," as her hand brushed his hard-on once again.

"Let me throw the bolt on the door," she said, as she stepped away from her robe on the floor. The bolt slid home with a click.

"Now we have nothing to worry about," she said as she leaned hack on the bed, her hand clutching for the hard-on in his tennis shorts. "Is that tremendous thing all yours?" she said as her hand closed on it. "It's so big, how could a little Japanese girl take a dick that size?"

His hard-on throbbed and she could feel the prick pulsing in her hand. She shoved her hand under the leg of the shorts, and gasped as she felt the hot head of his dick.

She leaned back on the bed and said, "Please take off your shorts, Taka, I must see it uncovered!"

Taka's golden-yellow skin was bathed in sweat as he watched the voluptuous curves of Charisse as she posed tantalizingly on the bed.

"You're a gorgeous kid," Taka said breathing heavily

Taking the bull by the horns, Charisse leaned forward and squeezed his hard-on. With an oath, Taka unzipped his tennis shorts and stepped out of them. Released of all its restraint, his cock jutted forward. It wasn't so tremendously long, about nine inches, but its shaft was as thick as a small salami. He was uncircumcised and his big dick-head was covered by a tight, yellow foreskin. The golden glint of his yellow dong and hairy balls tore the last shred of restraint from Charisse.

"Put that big dick in me, fuck me, Taka, I want you to fuck me with that yellow club!" she cried.

She was surprised at the intensity of her feeling, and she knew there would be no turning back now. Why Taka's cock was ever bigger than the "Mr. Dildo" Cora had thrust into her mother's cunt last night. She was glad she was going to have a real cock, instead of a rubber one, for her first fucking. She was so horny she didn't even care about its being yellow.

"God, Charisse," Taka panted as he climbed into the bed beside her, one of her hands still holding on to his prick. He leaned over and gently worked her flimsy panties down over her knees, pulled them off her ankles and then took a deep breath at the sight.

Her thick bush covered her white belly and under the hairy triangle he could see her slit, moist and pink-lipped. He leaned over her legs and his hot lips kissed her inner thighs.

She spread her legs as he kissed and his lips moved up to her bush. He kissed it and felt the crisp hair crackle between his teeth. Then his lips moved down and gently he shoved his tongue between her cuntlips. A shudder went through her body as his hot tongue licked her cuntlips and then began to suck her clitoris.

Charisse put her hand behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her big beautiful titties from all restraint. Taka's strong hands were kneading her asscheeks, and he slid them up to her tits. He still kept licking and sucking between her cuntlips as his hands massaged and felt her lush tits.

She sighed "Ah, aaaah, aaah, Taka, that hot tongue of yours is just killing . . . but don't stop . . . I've never felt anything quite like this . . . oooh . . . oooooh." Grabbing handfuls of his hair, she alternately pressed his face to her cunt, and then finally pulled him away from her wriggling cunt.

"God, Taka, if you keep on, I'll come, and I don't want to, not that way. I need that yellow cock of yours, in me, in me!" she panted.

Taka reached his tongue down to her cuntlips for one last lick. His red tongue played with her hard erect clitty and he put his fingers between her cuntlips, caressing their soft virginal texture. Then one of his fingers found her vaginal hole and as he felt her unbroken cherry, she gasped, "Darling, remember I want you to put your cock in there, don't break it with your fingers.

Her legs thrashed as Taka put his mouth over her cunthole and gently breathed in and out against the membrane of her cherry. "Eeeee, Eeee, ooorgh . . . " she squealed and then choked.

"Stop it, stop it, you'll make me come with those Oriental tricks!"

She pushed his head away from her pussy, and he rolled on his back for a moment, next to her. He let his huge yellow dong stick up stiffly, throbbing with excitement. Charisse's eyes bulged at Taka's truly tremendous prick.

"I hope you take it easy, Taka," she said, "your dick is so . . . so thick . . . and . . . well, you must have felt my cherry! Please try not to hurt me."

"I didn't even know you were a virgin," Taka said, "that makes the whole thing worse for me if your mother ever finds out."

"Oh, Taka, you can't stop now! You can't! You've got to fuck me–or I'll talk!"

She grabbed hold of his dong and began to caress his yellow, satiny shaft. She pulled the foreskin down and exposed his reddish-blue dick-head, throbbing and moist with drops of "glad-come" at its tip. His shaft was so thick, she could hardly span it with her thumb and forefinger.

Taka's cock was really exceptional, it was even bigger than "Mr. Dildo," the enormous red rubber cock Cora had thrust up her mother's cunt last night. She wondered what her mother would say if she ever got a good look at Taka's gigantic pecker. Maybe if she knew what her butler had between his legs, she would never even bother with that lesbian, Cora and her crummy rubber dildo. And now she wanted that yellow prick to go into her cunt, to destroy her symbol of girlhood, her cherry!

Taka took his prick from her caressing lingers and rose to his knees, holding his cock in both hands. Charisse lay back on the bedspread and flung her legs apart, exposing her cuntlips, moist, pink and expectant. He moved between her spread legs, still holding his cock. Her big pink nipples on her white breasts were irresistible to him and he leaned over her, gobbling them in his mouth, sucking on each tit in turn. They became stiffly erect as his wet lips nibbled them hungrily.

"Mmmmm, those titties taste good," Taka moaned. "Never tasted a white girl's titties before . . . this is real nice stuff!"

The hot cuntjuice oozing from her yearning pussy made her rub her bush and cunt against his balls and cockshaft. Taka began easing his buttocks between her spread legs, one hand still holding his cock, the other playing with her cuntlips, trying to locate her cunthole so he could zero in with his dick.

He found her tight vaginal passage, and began to direct the tip of his cock between her wet, pink lips. He wanted to get the head of his cock positioned just right.

"Now you're going to get what you're been looking for, Charisse!" he exclaimed.

She felt him let go of the thick shaft after he edged the hot tip of it low-down in her cunt. The throbbing cock-head was quickly covered with a lubricant of her cuntjuice. She squealed as she felt the head actually begin to slide into her vagina.

"Oh God," she exclaimed, "It's like a red-hot iron club," and then with a squealing "Eeeee . . . eee . . . " she welcomed the first two inches of his cock in her cunt.

Taka paused as he felt the taut membrane of her cherry against the tip of his dick. Her hips wriggled in frenzy, but he, his cock, was the controlling factor. In a flash, the Japanese youth decided that it would be more merciful to break her cherry as quickly as possible, with one determined thrust of his cock.

"Break it already . . . break my cherry . . . ooooh.. what are you waiting for Taka . . . shove it up there!" she wailed.

Taka was beginning his thrust even as she begged him to rupture her maidenhead. Taking his hand from the shaft of his cock, Taka thrust forward convulsively with his loins and rammed his cock up her cunt just as far as it would go.

"Wow . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh," she moaned as the feel of his thick cock registered all along her vagina, her cherry ruptured by his massive organ. It hurt a little, especially where her membrane was torn, but not as much as she thought it would, and there was this warm, glowing feeling that began to emanate from her cunt as it felt his hot cock soaking in it. It was making her pussy feel real good. Yes, cock was meant for pussy she decided as she began to wriggle her cunt on his big cock.

He pulled his shaft out somewhat as he felt her

cunt-movement and then lunged in again, shoving his cock-head practically into her womb. And then he pulled out again and began fucking her with a regular, pounding rhythm.

"First white cunt! First white cunt!" she heard Taka groan with every thrust into her vagina.

The pain was all gone now. All she felt was the rush of glorious feeling through her cunt, up through her body as his cock rammed into her.

"Fuck me, Taka! Fuck me as hard as you can! That cock of yours feels so good! Fuck . . . Fuck . . . she gasped as her hips writhed on his monstrous dong.

She began to get that tickling feeling she knew from masturbating. "I'm going to come . . . I'm going to come in a minute, shove your whole big dick up me," she pleaded.

"I'm going to come too, Charisse," he groaned. "What a load of Jap scum your going to have up that twat, baby! You'll always want you're hump Japanese style after this . . .

He was shoving his cock in so deep that she could feel his balls slapping against her cuntlips. She wondered how that big yellow prick could get into her so deep–she was still practically a virgin. And here her pussy was taking what was surely one of the biggest pricks in the city without a bit of trouble.

"Give me all that yellow cock," Charisse squealed, "I'm going to come and second! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Taka!"

Taka felt a convulsive shudder starting in the depths of his balls and he knew that his scum would be shooting up her vagina. He thrust his cock into her with all the force his muscular buttocks could muster.

"You made me come," she began wailing, "It's coming, I'm coming!" Her whole being shuddered and twitched with the intensity of her orgasm. Her cunt was writhing like a living thing.

She shrieked again as she felt the first hot, spurting jets of his scum shoot into her cunt. His sock throbbed, jerked and shot a veritable deluge of hot semen into her vagina.

"Your hot scum is good . . . so good. Taka, more. Give me more . . . more!" she moaned, lost in the senseless ecstasy of her first come by a male cock.

His cock was still quivering with minute jerks as he drew it gently out of her cunt. Finally it was completely out, and there was a soft plopping sound, as her cuntlips finally released the head of the enormous dong. She lay back and felt the mixture of warm sperm and cuntjuice dribble out of her pussy, now that his cock wasn't there to hold it back. Taka lay beside her, breathing heavily. His handsome, Oriental face was calm and inscrutable.

"Thank you, Taka, Charisse said. "That was the most wonderful experience of my life!

She kissed his lips gently. "I wouldn't have told anyone on you if you didn't do it, but I'm so glad you did!"

"I'll be happy to oblige you anytime, Miss Charisse," Taka smiled. "It's really been quite something!"

"I think we better get dressed now," Charisse said, "there's no sense taking foolish chances, now."

She dressed carefully, she wasn't going to give her parents the slightest clue by appearance or speech that their darling daughter was no longer a virgin. And by virtue of their own Japanese butler.

Taka had pulled on his tennis shorts, and had calmly gone back to cleaning the windows in the apartment. It was certainly handy to have a cock like his available around the place. It was little things like this that gave a place a real homey atmosphere.

Charisse smiled at what her mother was passing up in preference to Cora's red "Mr. Dildo."

CHAPTER 4

Although Charisse spent the rest of the week at the Fifth Avenue apartment, and although Taka was there every day, either her mother or father was always there. She wasn't alone again for a minute, and she wondered if her mother somehow suspected that Taka had fucked her that one morning she was alone with him. Now that she had experienced his cock, she was really anxious to have more of the same. And, if for some reason it couldn't be Taka and his big yellow prick, she was sure she would find plenty of other cock-pushers eager to soothe her itching pussy.

"You'll have to go back to Greystone, Charisse darling," her mother announced to her. "I really think it's best for you to finish your education right now. Then when you're through with Greystone, we'll be able to discuss your future intelligently. Maybe I WILL be able to use you as my secretary-companion.

Going back to the Greystone Finishing School plunged Charisse into the depths of depression. She hated those snobbish, teasing kids and now they'd be worse then ever. And she hated to think of what she'd have to put up with from Debby who was the ringleader and the worst of the lot Charisse no longer had the will or desire to fight back. What little she'd glimpsed of her parents' behavior at the apartment made her think that maybe the judgment of the gossip columnist about her mother was right. Maybe both her parents were just a dissolute, immoral couple of alcoholics who were just no good.

As she took the taxi from the train to Greystone, Charisse wondered what changes there might be. Probably none. A week isn't a very long time, and that was all she had really been gone.

Mrs. Pringle, who was in charge of her dormitory, gave her a warm greeting upon her return.

"I didn't mean to cause you any worry or trouble, Mrs. Pringle," Charisse said. "But things got so complicated around here that I simply felt I wanted to be with my mother for awhile . . . "

"I quite understand," Mrs. Pringle, a kindly soul, said. "I think the girls were sort of giving you a hazing–probably because you're the famous Minna Mantell's daughter and they're more than a little jealous. They won't admit it, but I think that's what's at the bottom of the whole situation. Anyway, I had a talk with the girls on your floor after you left. I really think you'll find a different atmosphere prevails now.

Mrs. Pringle's little talk made Charisse feel much better. If jealousy was the cause of this hostile attitude towards her, she could probably fix things up. She was debating ways and means of achieving this purpose, when a soft knocking on the door told her someone was coming to see her.

"Who's there?" she asked, wondering who on earth it could be.

"It's me, Debby," a girlish voice told her through the door. "I'd like to see you for a few minutes. O.K.?"

"Come on in," Charisse said, "I never carry any hard feelings toward anyone."

Debby came in and made herself comfortable on the bed without any fuss or fanfare.

"I want you to know that I'm sorry I was so mean to you last week. The girls are apologizing for their behavior as well. I just didn't realize you were so sensitive."

Charisse smiled at her former torturer.

"Of course I accept your apology–but maybe I owe your gang an apology too. I guess my knowledge of Europe and traveling made all the kids think I was putting them on . . . you know, high-hatting them. But the way I feel now, I'd just like to forget the whole incident."

"Good. All of the girls are very sorry it ever happened and are taking this way to set things right. By the way, we are all getting together in my room tonight for a meeting. We'd be glad to have you come.

"I'll be glad to," Charisse said. "You'll see me there."

When Debby left the room, Charisse felt quite elated. Apparently she was on her way back to school sociability. Also, she had always been very curious about these late hour sessions and meetings that Debby always pulled at her place. Tonight's meeting would be a golden opportunity for her to satisfy her curiosity.

After "lights out" that night, Charisse stole away to the cosines of Debby's room and the awaited events. All the girls were sitting on the floor in a sort of semi-circle and the only light was coming from a few flickering candles on the floor. The girls were talking in low whispers. Mrs. Pringle could be very strict with them if they stayed up after "lights out".

Oddly enough none of the girls spoke to Charisse about her week in New York, and she was surprised at the change in their attitude. They seemed so much friendlier and were apparently accepting her as "one of the gang". Charisse put it down to the fact that they all followed Debby's lead, and Debby was now being especially nice to her. Charisse didn't understand Debby's changed attitude any too well, but was happy about it

The girls began talking about their little escapades that they indulged in on Saturdays in town.

"C'mon, Debby," they chorused, "give us the latest scoop about that swinging boyfriend of yours, Ralph!"

"Well," Debby related to the hushed group, "I met him at the diner as usual, but this time we just didn't finish off with ice cream sodas. He took me to visit one of his buddies, a real bachelor pad, where the other couples were all drinking gin and rum."

At this disclosure, some surprised "Oh's" came from the attentive girls who were drinking in every detail as Debby spoke.

"Ralphie boy was trying to show off in front of his friends," she continued. "Would you believe it, after one drink he tried to pull my panties down and do you know what to me right on the couch, with his friends there and everything. I was never so shocked in my life!"

"Quit your kidding, Debby!" one of the girls said. "You've told us about some pretty hot sessions between you and Ralph before. How come you're getting so 'shocked' all of a sudden?"

"Don't be stupid," Debby retorted, "It's very different when a fellow pulls your panties down in the back seat of a car, and when he tries to do the same thing in a living room with other couples staring straight at you!"

"Just how far does Ralph go with you in the car?" Charisse asked Debby, curious to find out just how sophisticated her classmates were about sex and males in general.

"Well, I let him do the usual," Debby answered enigmatically. Apparently Charisse wasn't going to be given too many details in front of the other girls . . . could it be that her classmates had experimented the same way as she had with male cocks–that Debby and some of the others had sacrificed their maidenheads just as she had with the giant-cocked Japanese butler, Taka? She would have liked to have asked some more pointed questions about her classmates' cherries, or lack of them. She held her tongue, however. She was just now being given acceptance by the girls and didn't want to antagonize them. The clues would come.

"You'll never guess what Frank did to me right in the balcony of the movies!" another of the girls said. "The fresh thing put his hand under my dress, and I wasn't even wearing any panties that day," she winked and continued. "I don't know who got more of a surprise when he got his fingers all wet, but let me tell you girls–until you've felt just a boy's fingers down there, you just haven't lived! What a sensation! So different from those do it yourself jobs!" and she winked again.

"You mean you let him make you come right in the balcony?" another girl asked.

"When you have a good come, it doesn't matter where you are!" Debby told the group in a superior way. "But it's better not to let a boy fiddle around between your legs where someone is apt to see and snitch on you."

Acting as the group leader, which she really was, questioned another girl, Susan.

"What's with you and that hot-pants Eddie of yours," she asked bluntly.

Susan answered the question with a question of her own. "Do you suppose those birth control pills you gave me, Debby, really do the trick?"

"Of course, stupid," Debby said. "But you've got to make sure you take them before you let a boy do anything. Afterwards doesn't work!"

"Then I hope I don't get into any trouble," Susan said worriedly. "Eddie sort of . . . well, he did something in the car Saturday that really took me by surprise. His stuff was dripping out for hours after . . . " Susan bit her lips and then said, "I just hope nothing happens. I gulped down three of those pills, but if I'm knocked up, my father will do something terrible. I'm really afraid . . . "

"I warned you to take those pills before if you thought there was a chance Eddie would break your cherry! Well, don't worry about it now until you miss your period–if you do," Debby said sternly.

This was all very interesting to Charisse. Apparently there was a lot more sex going on than she had dreamed of among the girls, and Debby was the leader and teacher there too! Charisse wondered if there was a cherry in the whole group of girls. Apparently what she had done with Taka, letting him break her maidenhead, was not such a unique experience with girls of her age. They were all curious and sex-hungry and in spite of all the moralizing by parents, when the time came they just went and got themselves fucked. And maybe that was just the way things should be in this modern day and age. You couldn't start to live too soon, and fucking was very definitely a most enjoyable, thrilling part of life . . .

The girls' talk session gradually petered out until Charisse was alone with Debby in her room.

"If you're sleepy, Debby, I'll go," Charisse said. "But it would be nice if we could talk . . . "

"Stick around, I want to talk to you too, Charisse," Debby answered. "How was your little vacation? Anything interesting turn-up?"

Charisse wished she could tell Debbie how Taka's most interesting cock had turned up, and all the other thrilling details of her first hump session, but for some reason she felt this wasn't the right time and kept quiet.

"Well, if it was such a bore, I've got something here in one of my scrapbooks that might give you a jolt," Debby said. Seeing Charisse's concerned look, she added, "Oh, it's none of that gossip shit about your mother . . . this stuff is something else again! I cut these things out from one of those new hippie sex newspapers they're putting out all over–you can actually buy these from the newsdealer in town."

She pointed to what seemed like a poem in one of the scrapbooks and Charisse blushed furiously in spite of herself. It WAS a poem, but the filthiest thing she had ever seen in print in her whole like! Then Debby topped the shock of the poem by turning to pictures cut out from the same type of newspapers. Charisse gulped in surprise at what they showed. There was a handsome college boy with hippie-style sideburns, and a lovely college girl with long hair–both were completely nude, and the girl had the boy's prick in her mouth!

"Look at her sucking that cock!" Debby snickered. "I wonder how she was even able to get the head of a prick that big in her mouth?"

"It is a big one, isn't it!" Charisse exclaimed involuntarily. The girl was kneeling in front of the boy and his rigid, enormous cock was half in her mouth. His dick was so big that Charisse was sure the head was practically down the girl's throat. How could her expression be so blissfully happy? That gigantic prick must surely be choking her! And here she thought that Taka was king of cocks! Apparently there were white boys who were even more generously endowed by nature . . . to make things even more realistic, a little dribble of white sperm was running down the side of the girl's mouth. It was supposed to show that the boy had just shot his load down her throat . . .

Debby nudged her, "Like that sort of thing?" And turning the pages, she said, "What about these cuties?"

There were pictures of hippie-type youths having a cock-measuring contest, and all of their peckers were so huge that Charisse thought they must surely be retouched.

"Oh, they're the real thing all right," Debby said, seeming to read her thoughts. "Ever had one that size up yours?" she asked Charisse bluntly.

"Just about," Charisse smiled lackadaisically.

"Well, my boyfriends have been midgets compared to these fellows!" Debby grinned, letting Charisse know that she too was no longer cherry and that they were both women of the world.

"Gee, I wish I could meet a boy with one this size," Debby added a little wistfully as she turned the pages.

"Wow, look at that!" exclaimed Charisse at another picture. The photo showed the same nude boy and girl who was sucking him in the previous picture. This time the girl was also kneeling, but facing away from the boy. The youth's terrific cock was rigid and three-quarters of it was buried not in the girl's vagina, but in her asshole!

"Would you say that he's giving her a pain in the ass?" Debby wisecracked.

Charisse wondered how they could induce the girl and boy to let them take a picture like that. Weren't they afraid that someone would recognize them later on and perhaps ruin their lives? But the boy actually had a cock bigger than Taka . . . and she found herself wishing she knew him, could get him to fuck her with that sensational dong!

"I'd like to have a boyfriend with a dick like that," Debby breathed in her ear. "Can you imagine how one like that must feel once it's all the way up?"

"It's funny the way a girl's pussy can stretch even to take a super-cock like that," Charisse mused, "but I just don't see taking something like that up my rear end!"

"You will, you will," Debbie said excitedly. "That is if you like the guy enough and he wants it that way once in awhile . . . if I had a boyfriend with a dong like that, I'd suck him, let him put it up my rectum–anything! I have a weakness for big cocks," she confided.

Charisse looked at more pictures. How on earth did they get four girls to suck a man's cock, his balls, his asshole, and one to spread her vagina on his mouth? Some of the poses were simply fantastic. And the one of the two youths, one of whom had his stiff penis up the younger one's rectum . . . she had read about homosexuals, but she had never known how men did it to each other before.

"I know how every girl on this floor lost her cherry," Debby said. "How did it happen to you anyway?"

Charisse figured that she would probably get Debby to tell her about her first cock, so she saw no harm in telling her all about Taka.

"If he's got a cock as big as you say he has, I'd certainly like to meet him sometime He sounds real groovy, even though he is a Japanese!" Debby commented "Tell me," she added, "is their come colored yellow, or is it tike everyone else's? I'm serious."

"It's white and creamy just like other boys'–maybe there's more of it though, or maybe it's just that white girls stimulate Japanese balls more than a Japanese girl would," Charisse said.

"Wow, just imagine if you ever got knocked up by your butler. Can you imagine what your mother, the great Minna Mantell, would say if her only daughter presented her with a bastard that was half Japanese?"

Somehow people always gave Minna Mantell the play. Even in conversation her father was insignificant.

"That would really give her a jolt–you'll have to tell me all about those birth control pills and just how to use them from now on," Charisse said, smiling.

"No problem," Debby told her. "I'll let you have some of mine."

Charisse resumed looking through the rest of the pictures. They certainly were something different, and she could feel that some of them were giving her that wet feeling between her cunt lips, that she was getting hot . . .

She was looking at this picture that showed three women. One of the women was flat on her back, her legs spread wide apart. The second woman was kneeling over her head, her legs apart and her cunt lips were being sucked by the woman on the bed. The third woman had a rubber prick harnessed to her and had thrust it into the first woman's cunt! Shades of "Mr. Dildo", Cora and her mother!

"What a ball that gal must be having," Debby commented. "I wonder what it's like to get frigged by a girl and cunt lap a girl at the same time!"

As Charisse thought about how Cora had used "Mr. Dildo" on her mother's pussy and how her mother had come, she felt her own cuntjuice practically dripping down her legs. Her clitoris had that same tickling feeling she had as she watched her father's cock going in and out of Sheila's blonde cunt. She tried to adjust some of her shortie nightdress so that the hem would be between her legs and absorb some of her pussy-juice.

Debby noticed her flushed face, the slight trembling of her hands as she looked at a picture showing a close-up of a prick completely in a bushy cunt–just that and nothing else. Her eye also caught Charisse's wriggling cunt lips with the hem of her shortie nightdress between them.

"Charisse, I'd like to show you how to relax–you look a little uptight to me. O.K?" Debby asked. "Take the scrapbooks with you and just lie back on the bed."

Charisse did just that, and wasn't surprised when Debby relaxed on the bed beside her. She WAS surprised, though, at Debby's next move. Debby had taken something that looked like a garter-belt from under the pillow, and looking closer, Charisse saw that the harness was really another "Mr. Dildo". If anything, Debby's dildo was even longer and thicker than "Mr. Dildo", but made out of the same red rubber, balls and all . . .

"What's that thing anyway?" Charisse asked, pretending she had never before seen an artificial prick-

"That's the floor dildo," Debby laughed. "The girls find it the greatest little relaxer ever. Wanna be tranquilized?"

Charisse couldn't believe the size of the rubber prick, even though Debby was dangling it in front of her face. Debby must feel pretty sure of herself, she thought, as she watched her nonchalantly pour some white, slippery hand lotion into the balls part of the dildo and rub some on the shaft and head of the prick as well.

Although Charisse knew she was all tensed up and hot in the cunt from looking at those hippie sex pictures, she was afraid of the size of the huge rubber prick. Then, what sort of situation was she getting into with Debby? This was a girl who seemed to detest her only a short while ago.

In the meantime, Debby had pulled up her nightgown, exposing the biggest, blackest bush Charisse had ever seen and strapped on the dildo. The cock and balls hung between her legs just like a man's. This done, Debbie began to cuddle up to Charisse.

"Just feel this dildo," she urged Charisse. "It really feels like a big cock, look how natural the head looks. Was the Jap butler's cock bigger then this? Because if it wasn't, you'll be surprised how good THIS prick will make your pussy feel . . . "

As Debby spoke, softly and soothingly, her hand went to Charisse's bush and gently caressed her pubic hair. Her other hand lifted the shortie nightgown and tucked it under Charisse's chin, exposing her lush tits. Her fingers softly slid around the nipples of Charisse's knockers, and as the nipples got stiffer and stiffer, Charisse just cast away all restraint.

"Squeeze my tits more," she breathed, "your touch is like velvet fire on them. Mmmmmm. Is the door closed? What if one of the other girls comes back?"

"Don't worry about a thing, Charisse dear," Debby said. "You aren't going to need any pills after this . . . and it's so much more relaxing in so many ways than a rough man's cock."

This was just like her mother and Cora. Maybe that was why it all felt so right for her as Debby massaged her breasts and then gently parted her moist cunt lips with her fingers. She began to feel a surge of emotion, even affection towards Debby that she had only felt towards her mother before. If this was Lesbianism, than it wasn't so bad! She gasped with a pleasurable thrill as Debby's delicate fingers played with her hardening clitoris. She wanted Debby in her now more than she had ever wanted Taka.

Debby kissed her and it was as soft and tender as one of her mother's kisses. Then Debby started to soul kiss her and her hips began to churn. She wanted Debby, wanted Debby to possess her, be in her . . . Debby now leaned over her torso and she felt the rubber cock rolling on her navel.

"Do you want it in you?" Debby panted. "I want to put it in you, Charisse dear. I am going to fuck you!"

Charisse only moaned and put her arms around Debby, mashing Debby's luscious tits against her own, nipple to nipple. It felt heavenly and seemed to set her afire with arousal. She pulled her rolled-up gown over her head, threw it on the floor, and embraced Debby again. Her belly was quivering with obscene desire for Debby. She knew she had reached a point of no return. She was ready to let Debby do anything to her . . . she would even let her shove that dildo up her asshole if she wanted . . .

Debby began to play anew with her cunt, parting the pink wet lips gently and sending sharp thrills of passion through Charisse's hard clitoris.

"Be careful, Debby–don't make me come now!" Charisse pleaded as her cunt began to writhe and her hips worked up and down to the other girl's fingering.

"Don't worry. Here, feel my cock awhile!" Debby panted as she guided one of Charisse's hands to the slippery rubber prick and the other to her own cunt, positioning Charisse's finger on her clitty. "Now jerk my cock awhile, and give me a little action on my cunt!" she commanded.

As Charisse complied and circled the cock with her fingers and stroked Debby's clitty, she could feel her cunt beginning to ooze with juice. Debby's body trembled and she practically screamed as she said, "I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you, you stuck-up bitch!"

"I want you in me, Debby. Yes, yes fuck me mamma!" Charisse wailed as she spread her legs further apart so that the big rubber prick could find her vaginal hole. As she saw Debby kneeling and readying the big cock to penetrate her cunt lips, a shudder of fear ran through her. That rubber cock was twice as thick as Taka's dong. She was afraid it would hurt her. Maybe it would rupture her delicate vaginal tissues, maybe it would enlarge her cunt to a freakish size forever. She would be unable to be fucked by a man . . .

Debby leaned closer to her until they were tit to tit again, nipples rubbing with passionate sensation, female breast mashing female breast. Charisse could feel the lubricated rubber dick against the satiny skin of her inner thighs as it inched towards her cunt. Then as Debby moved her hips up, she felt the head of the rubber prick smoothly part her cunt lips.

"I'm in you, I'm in your cunt!" she heard Debby yell as the cock began forcing its way between her vaginal walls. She could feel its huge size stretching her vagina, and felt a twinge of pain as it passed the part of her cunthole where her cherry had been. Then Debby thrust sharply and the dildo rammed all the way up her twat. It was so big it felt as if the head was right up her very womb.

"My god, Debby," she almost screamed, "you've got that long cock right in my belly . . . but I love it . . . pack me, momma . . . fuck me, momma . . . !!" she pleaded.

Debby put her hands under Charisse's asscheeks and thrust even more deeply into her strained cunt. She began to fuck her with a slow steady rhythm that Charisse responded to with wriggling hips and flailing legs, just as if the big-cocked Jap, Taka, were screwing her. Every time the rubber prick rammed home, Charisse gasped and rolled her eyes as she thrilled to its brutal pleasure. She actually would have screamed with every thrust, so intense was the pleasure; but somewhere in the back of her jumbled senses she realized they were in the school's dormitory.

When Debby, unsure as to whether she was hurting her, paused in her fucking, Charisse grabbed her asscheeks and made her resume the rhythmic ramming of her pussy. She felt her orgasm beginning to build up, deep in her belly . . . it was even better than when Taka had been screwing her. She spread her legs as far apart as possible, riding her cunt up on the dildo so that the rubber balls slapped against her cunt lips with each thrust of the cock.

"Are you coming yet, baby," Debby panted as she kept frigging the dildo into her cunt. "Are you coming–because I'm going to come soon!"

"God, that cock's ripping into my belly!" Charisse walled. "Oh, you're starting to make me come. I'm going to come . . . keep fucking me . . . I'm going to come!"

Debby thrust her tongue into Charisse's mouth, moaning incoherently as she fucked her. They were lost in a thrashing, violent emotional frenzy which could only be eased and ended by the orgasms which were beginning to break like thunderstorms.

They were in their own world of ecstasy. Charisse seemed to see the dildo around the naked, voluptuous body of her mother. Minna Mantell was fucking her, giving her the ecstatic thrill of this huge cock in her vitals. Her loving mommy was taking good care of her in every way!

"Fuck me, momma!" she gasped again. "Fuck me and make me come! Don't ever fuck Cora again . . . just fuck me . . . only me!"

All unknown to the two frigging female figures entwined on the bed, there was an illicit eavesdropper to their illicit fucking. It was none other than Dr. Forbes, the middle-aged, balding psychology professor at the school. Coming back late from town he had noticed the peculiar flickering light coming from the first floor window of the dormitory. A precise, careful man, he thought it might be a fire and went up to the first floor to investigate. Seeing the same flickering light coming from under the crack of Debby's door, he realized that it was only candlelight and turned to leave. But then he heard Charisse's urgent pleas to Debby to fuck her . . . he could scarcely control his hard-on as he glued his ear to the door to get more of those juicy goings-on.

As a professor of psychology, he knew exactly what was happening. Just as in a prison, homosexual outlets were common, so in a girls' boarding school lesbian attachments were frequent. And this was a lesbian deal where the two cuties were really going at it hot and heavy. As he thought of the two young girls, so starved for cock that they were frigging with a dildo, he slowly unzipped his pants and let his big hard-on pop free. As he listened to the squishing sound the dildo was making and the frantic words of the girls, he put his hand around his cock after spitting in his palm. Then he proceeded to masturbate, imagining his fist to be one of the juicy young cunts fucking away just beyond the door. His jerking off kept time to the thrusting.

"Fuck me, momma! Fuck me! Fuck me!" came through the door with greater urgency.

Then with a high wail, "I'm coming! It's shooting in me! It's making me come! It's making me come!"

Charisse's twat began the culminating twitching of orgasm as Debby pressed the balls of the dildo, filling Charisse's cunt with the white, creamy hand lotion.

"I'm coming too, baby!" Debby panted. "I'm coming and shooting my load right in you! Shooting it right in you!" She thrust the dildo into Charisse's cunt in a series of convulsive jerks and then slumped down on Charisse's convulsing body as her own come died down. They rolled apart after a few minutes.

"I really do feel relaxed," Charisse whispered. "You do it just as good as any man, Debby dear!" Then as she wiped at the white, sperm-like lotion oozing from her cunt lips, she added smiling, "And you make my pussy just as messy too!" Outside the door, the psychology professor, Mr. Forbes, had just become pretty messy too as he shot hot sperm into his hand. Quickly wiping himself, he headed for the entrance of the dormitory. Being spotted now would do him no good, and he had recognized Charisse's and Debby's voices.

"Didn't I tell you this would relax you," Debby was saying as Charisse was putting on her shortie gown. "You can get a better hump with this than with any of the boys–and you don't have to worry afterwards."

"You were simply wonderful, Debby, I think you're right! This IS better than doing it with live cocks!"

"You puzzle me though! You called me 'momma' when you came," Debby remarked.

"So I've got a mother fixation!" Charisse said. So what!"

In bed in her room, Charisse knew very well why she had cried out "momma" as she was being fucked and as she was coming. Now she remembered that she had cried out like that when Taka had fucked her as well. Even when she used to masturbate, and that was only a short week ago, she always cried out "momma" in her ecstasy. It was her mother who represented warmth, strength and loving to her. A woman would always mean more to her than a man, she supposed. Yet, she liked male cock too–was she one of those AC-DC people she had read about who were equally open to male or female fucking? Well, time would tell . . . too much was happening right now for her to be able to come to any definite conclusions . . .

She was finding both artificial and real pricks very pleasant indeed!

CHAPTER 5

Charisse was bored in school during the next several days. After the fantastic excitement of that night in bed with Debby, everything else that had happened in Greystone was pale by comparison. She kept wondering when she and Debby would get together again. She was hoping when Debby approached her that she was going to make some suggestions for them to spend time with each other that weekend. But Debby rather surprised her with an entirely different kind of proposal.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" Debby asked her.

"Why nothing special. I thought we might sort of have a second helping, if you know what I mean . . . "Charisse answered.

"Well, this guy Ralph I've been going around with is throwing a shindig at his place this weekend and you and I are going to be guests."

"What do you mean by 'shindig'?" Charisse asked. "What really gives?"

Debby looked at Charisse and smiled. "I don't think you'll be bored, if that's what you're afraid of. From the little that Ralph told me, everyone should have a very interesting time indeed."

"I'll go if you're going, but what about an escort for me? I don't want to be the odd girl out at the party," Charisse said.

"Let that be the least of your problems Ralphie boy said he'd have a date for you and his word is pretty good."

"Well, if you say so."

Charisse really didn't care for the setup. It all sounded like a hit or miss, last minute thing and besides she had always had lousy luck on blind dates.

"Don't sound like such a party-pooper already. You'll really have a great time, you'll see," Debby said.

But Charisse still felt kind of pessimistic about the forthcoming party. After all, what could these cornball boys think up which could thrill a girl like herself, who'd already lived it up a bit. She'd also seen how sophisticated people carried on. These boys probably figured that a stop at some local bar and parking in lovers' lane was a real hot time. But, Debby was trying to be her friend, and was actually more than a friend by now, so she decided to come along for the ride.

Just before the party, Debby was getting all keyed up about it.

"You know something?" she confided to Charisse. "Ralph and I have frigged around and done everything in all the positions we could both think of, or find in books. If he says we'll see some new wrinkle, you can bet we're in for a pretty far out time!"

"Sounds good and that's the way I hope it turns out," Charisse said, but privately she still had her doubts. She had a rather mild curiosity about what Ralph and the boy he would get as her date looked like. She hoped he'd be a real manly type, and white, this time. There was something about her own reactions to the male sex–specifically the male cock, which she wanted to test out.

In class the next day, she found herself getting quite interested in a talk that Professor Forbes was giving the girls. She liked Professor Forbes. He was a rather strong, well-built, middle-aged man. He seemed to be about the same age as her father, but he was a positive, strong-willed character–the exact opposite of the negative type her father was.

The gist of Professor Forbes' material seemed to be that boys were more attached to their mothers and that girls were more attached to their fathers. This attachment or love seemed to shape one's future, according to the professor.

"Wow!" Charisse thought. "Dr. Forbes ought to get a load of my father. Maybe he'd understand why I break the rule and am more strongly attached to my mother. Now I'm really worried. Does this mean I'm a lesbian? Or that I'll become one? I know I like to do it better with girls than with boys. So am I a pervert, or will all this change?"

All these thoughts were running through her mind while Professor Forbes was droning on about psychology. She giggled to herself as she noticed that the zipper on his fly was partially open. He had evidently urinated just before class and had been in such a rush he hadn't zipped himself up completely. Talk about the absent-minded professor!

Now the hour was coming to a close and Professor Forbes was telling them to remember that love and sex were the strongest factors in life. Making a choice between real love and just sex was very important for the individual in growth, male or female. This made Charisse wonder about herself anew. There were only two people in the world right now for her. She knew she really loved her mother and Debby was someone she felt very close to, maybe loved. Men so far just represented sex to her–a fast thrill, but her affections were bound up with the women in her life. She knew she could get along pretty well without men, but if anything ever happened to Minna Mantell, she would be completely lost.

Debby said to Charisse after class, "I wish the professor could get a load of my Ralphie getting a hard-on. He'd learn about 'personal growth' in a hurry!" she giggled.

Charisse said, "All this talk about love and sex is getting me all wound up about our party this weekend. I hope these guys won't be a bunch of deadheads. I'm looking forward to a little excitement for a change and I'm ready for anything."

"I wonder what the Professor would say about your liking your mother so much better than your father," Debby said as they walked into her dorm room. "Do you suppose he'd want to 'psyche' you if he found out that you practically screamed 'Momma' when you came?"

"Say did you notice that his fly was half open when he was talking to the girls? Do you think he's trying to impress us with his sex appeal?" Charisse giggled.

"How about looking at your scrapbooks again–you know–the ones with those horny pictures. I never did get to see them all."

"Sure," Debby said, and they started leafing through the books. Both Debby and Charisse looked at the pictures closely, pausing over some longer than others, their eyes glistening with interest.

"How on earth do these lovers manage to get into some of those complicated screwing positions? Like this girl here who's practically standing on her head, while her boyfriend has her legs apart and is shoving in his big dick," Charisse commented with wonder.

"And will you get a load of the size of the peckers in this 'group hump'! Some of them even look bigger than the rubber dildo we've got!" Debby said.

"I'd sure like to meet some boys with cocks that size," sighed Charisse. "Cocks like that must give you a real tickle in your cunny, if they can get up there without hurting you."

"You'd be surprised how stretchable your pussy really is", Debby laughed. "You never really know until you try."

"Do you suppose Ralph or any of those boys we'll be going out with will have cocks as big as these?" Charisse asked.

"Well, why don't you wait and judge for yourself?" Debby smiled. "All I can say is that Ralph and his friends have been around and none of the girls I know who've gone out with that bunch have ever complained about small peckers."

"Maybe the dicks on those boys in the pictures have been retouched to make them look bigger," Charisse mused. "Or maybe they took some pictures of bull pricks and put them on the photos of the boys."

"Well, let's hope that if we meet up with any cocks as big as those that our cunnies will be able to screw them and milk them dry," Debby joked.

Charisse smiled and thought how nice it was to have Debby for her friend now. Apparently having let Debby frig her with the dildo had let the bars down and given them a degree of closeness that was as great as that between lovers. And, after all, wasn't Debby strong and motherly to her? Perhaps she was beginning to mean even more that a man ever could. Charisse liked the idea of being frigged by a male prick, but so far the greatest thrill she had experienced had been while Debby was fucking her with the rubber cock. She wondered about that. Maybe she was one of those people she had read about who could enjoy frigging equally well with the same or the opposite sex, what they called an AC-DC type.

"Has Ralph ever tried to push his dick in some of the spots it shows on this picture?" Charisse asked. "Has he ever tried to shove it up your ass like this? Has he ever tried to make you take it in your mouth like this picture? Just how 'hep' are Ralph and his pals?"

Debby smiled and said, "My, for a girl whose just recently lost her cherry, you sound pretty hard up. You'll find out soon enough what these boys can do with their cocks. Just be patient."

"Well, I wonder how I'd act if the boys we're going to meet try some of this fancy stuff with me. I don't think I'd exactly relish the taste of a strange boy's cock in my mouth on our first date. And if my date tried to shove his dong up my ass, I think I'd scream for help if his cock were the size of some of those pricks in the pictures!" Charisse exclaimed.

"Stop talking about dicks and where they should or shouldn't go!" cried Debby. "My pussy's beginning to feel all wet and hungry for a stiff cock ramming up there."

"I could fix that empty feeling in your cunny pretty quick," Charisse said. "Just show me where you keep that dildo hidden and I'll give you a fast hand-job. I won't even bother to strap it on!"

"I would just love to have you take care of my dribbly cunt one way or the other," Debby said reflectively. "But you know that in the daytime this room of mine is like Broadway. Can you just imagine the look on Mrs. Pringle's face if she should walk in and find you shoving that dildo up my eager pussy?"

"Maybe she'd pull down her pants for a quick shot at it herself!" Charisse laughed. "But you're right, even if one of the girls walked in and found us, it would certainly be embarrassing to say the least."

"Here, let me put the scrapbooks out of sight. These pictures and all these fancy positions sure do give a girl hot pants when she sees them! Let's save them for our date and show them to the boys. Then if we get all worked up, why, we'll be able to do something about it," Debby said winking at Charisse.

"Right again," said Charisse. She was uncomfortably aware that hot cunt juice had flowed from her box and was dribbling down her thigh. "Guess I'll go to my room and just lie down and relax awhile."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Debby laughed as she closed the door behind her.

"And you'll do about anything," Charisse muttered to herself.

As she closed her own door, she threw the bolt, latching it from the inside. No one could disturb her in what she now had an overwhelming desire to do.

Going to the closet, she opened her suitcase and rummaged around for a moment until she found a large rubber dildo "Oh, boy, baby, aren't you really something! I wonder what mother and Cora will say when they find you're missing?"

She couldn't quite explain why she had "borrowed" the dildo from her mother's dresser drawer, but now she was glad she had the huge red rubber prick in her hands. Going into the bathroom she filled the balls part with some white creamy hand lotion and rubbed some on the head and shaft of the imitation cock. Then, standing in front of the full length mirror, she dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Hiking up her skirt to her waist, she viewed her bush and wet cuntlips in the mirror.

Taking the tip of the lubricated cock in her hand, she gently parted her cuntlips with it and began massaging her stiffening clit lightly. She visualized her mother wearing the dildo and the intense sensations from her pussy made her thighs and ass quiver with delight.

She whispered aloud, "Oh, Momma, Momma, I want you to fuck me, fuck your little girl!"

She parted her cuntlips more completely with the head of the rubber cock. Finding her hole, she began to ram the monster dick up, slowly but surely. As her cunt writhed against the head and shaft, she felt the walls of her twat widening to accept the huge imitation prick. Then it was completely in, up in her cunt to its very balls.

Her pussy was pulsing with hot desire as she began to ram it in and out of her drooling cunt. She felt the beginnings of an ecstatic orgasm already building in her belly as she shoved it rhythmically up her twat.

"You're fucking me so nice, Momma darling," she moaned softly. "Aaahh! You're going to make me come, you're making me come!"

She wiggled her hips on the thrusting dildo and as her cunt started to twitch convulsively as she came, she squeezed the balls of the dildo. The thick, creamy hand lotion spurted into her pussy in warm jets, and it felt just like Taka's hot sperm.

"You're shooting in me, oh momma, I love your scum . . . Ohhh! Agggh!" she squealed, watching her own convulsing come in the full-length bathroom mirror.

The orgasm left her limp and relaxed as she stepped into a warm shower, she took the red rubber dildo with her to wash it off. It was sure a useful gadget to have around when you needed the feel of a cock in your twat.

Still, there was nothing like a passionate, pulsing live prick thrusting up your cunt. She hoped that there would be a good supply of the real thing–solid male cock at the up and coming party.

CHAPTER 6

The weekend finally came and the night of the party Debby and Charisse slipped stealthily away from Greystokes to meet their escorts.

"Thank goodness no one spotted us leaving–now our only problem is getting back in after the party's over!" Debbie giggled.

"Let's worry about that when we come to it," Charisse said, "is that the boy's car coming now?"

The red sports sedan slowed as it came towards them and dimmed its lights twice.

"Yes, that's the gang!", Debbie said excitedly. "Here we go!"

The car stopped and Ralph got out. Debbie introduced Charisse and then got in the back seat with Ralph while Charisse was ushered into the front seat by the boy who was her date. Much to her surprise, she found there was another boy driving and she was wedged in between them. There was also another boy in the back besides Ralph and Debbie was sitting between them both.

"Meet Jerry and George," Debbie called to Charisse from the back seat. "And this fellow in the back with Ralph and me is Frank."

"Don't tell me, let me guess," Jerry said as he put his arms around Charisse's waist. "You're the famous Mamma Mantell's daughter! How come Debbie could talk you into a date with us small-town hicks?"

Charisse was a little taken aback by Jerry's hostile attitude right off the bat. And she didn't care for his hand around her either, the very first minute they had met, but she kept quiet.

"Hey, Jerry, cut it out!" Debbie said from the back seat. "I thought you promised to be nice!"

"Okay, I'll be nice," Jerry mumbled and Charisse saw that all the boys had been drinking and were a little high. "I'll be nice because she's got such a swell figure, yes sir, quite a pair of knockers!" Jerry added.

"It looks like these boys aren't losing any time," Charisse thought to herself. She tried to move away a little from Jerry, but he only clasped her waist more tightly.

"Don't be bashful, beautiful. We may not be as sophisticated as the big city slickers you go out with, but . . . " he leered, "you'll find out we have a thing or two on the ball! Both balls!"

George, at the driver's seat, glanced at her at these words of Jerry's and grinned. He looked more mature than the other two boys and was taller and huskier. Charisse thought she'd try a little flattery on him so that at least one of the boys would be friendly to her.

"Aren't you the George Holden with the Town Volunteer Fire Brigade, the one that rescued the two kids that went through the ice this winter? I remember reading about you–that was wonderful!"

"Just happened to be around," George mumbled and flushed. "It was just luck I happened to be around!"

But Charisse thought she had softened him up a bit and was heartened.

"Looks like this gal has a soft spot for you," Jerry said, "I just hope you aren't going to keep her all to yourself, buddy, ole buddy." His hand began inching up towards Charisse's breast.

"Don't worry pard," George said grinning, "looks like there's enough tit there for the two of us! Plenty of ass too, from what I can see!"

"Okay pal," Jerry answered, "you just tell me which half you prefer . . . I think the little lady might get worried if the two of us grabbed for the same spot at the same time!"

All the boys laughed at this remark by Jerry, but something about the tone of the talk and the mannerisms of these boys was beginning to make Charisse uneasy. She tried to hunch down in the seat and by making herself as inconspicuous as possible, direct attention to Debbie. She only partially succeeded, because George put his hand on her knee and started feeling between her legs. Then she gasped because Jerry had placed his hands full on her breasts and was squeezing and massaging them through the silky material of her low cut blouse. George's hand was proceeding up between her legs and feeling her inner thighs already.

"Don't you think you ought to be keeping both hands on the wheel?" she stammered to George.

His hand went up between her legs even further, almost to her crotch in response. And Jerry's hand was massaging her breast so strongly that her nipples were becoming hard and erect. Small town boys or not, they certainly didn't lose any time starting in on a girl, Charisse thought.

Jerry's hand was still massaging her breast through her silk blouse and then she suddenly felt his other hand dip into the low cut center of the blouse. His fingers playfully went right down the cleavage and his hand started to feel her naked tits and search for her nipples.

"Quite a pair of knockers we have there!" Jerry announced to George.

"Glad you like them," Charisse tried to smile and wriggle her titties away but she only succeeded in giving Jerry an extra feel.

"How's your end of this chick feel?" Jerry called over to George.

"Soft and tender, buddy," George said, feeling her inner thighs, "soft and tender!"

"Maybe it's eating stuff, eh George," Jerry grinned.

Charisse just kept quiet. Maybe if she played along with them, this attitude would change. She did want some consideration as a girl, as an individual. Here these boys were feeling her up and sizing up her anatomy as if she were a cow being brought to market. More than anything else, she realized that her inferiority complex about her mother's reputation made her crave the friendship of people in her own age group. And even more than friendship, she desperately wanted their respect. This was one of the big reasons she had gone out on this date with Debbie. She wanted to "belong," to be accepted by her generation. And for that she was ready to make a lot of concessions.

She looked towards the back seat to see how Debbie was doing. The sight there was surprising. Debbie was completely stretched out on the back seat, one leg dangling down. On their knees beside her, like two kneeling worshippers, Ralph and Frank had her skirt up around her waist and were both feeling her up. Their hands played between her legs and moved on right up to her crotch. Charisse was puzzled at Ralph's acceptance of Frank's intimate fondling of Debbie's pussy region. Debbie's eyes were wide open, but they seemed to be concentrating on the feeling the boy's busy hands were arousing, she was panting and low moans were coming from her parted lips. She didn't seem to mind the fact that both boys were caressing her so intimately and apparently so pleasurably. Charisse had only seen group sexual intercourse in the pictures of Debbie's scrapbook and never dreamed that she would soon be seeing it right before her very eyes. She was as if hypnotized by the sight of Debbie being worked over by the two boys.

Ralph abruptly pulled her sweater over her head, and at the sight of Debbie's brassiere-clad breasts couldn't help beginning to kiss the satiny skin between her cleavage. He slowly began to edge his fingers under her bra cups, and began to play and tweak her big pink nipples. Suddenly, one of his hands undid her bra clasp and her titties practically popped out of the top of the slack bra.

"That feels so good," Debbie breathed as he began to touch and rub her nipples until they were stiffly erect. Then he began to massage the breasts themselves, kneading them with his strong fingers. Debbie's asscheeks began to wriggle with the sheer sensation he was producing in her body. Ralph kept on massaging her tits and then lifted the bra up completely.

"You really do have some pair of knockers, Debbie," he panted. "I just love to squeeze them in my hands!"

Charisse was growing more embarrassed by the second, for Debbie as well as herself. She knew the boys in the front seat were aware of what was happening to Debbie in the back seat and that she was watching, too fascinated to turn away. Jerry and George both smiled knowingly at each other; they knew that Charisse was getting plenty warmed up by watching the back seat sexual play.

Charisse was actually beginning to feel her cuntjuice begin to flow, a sure sign of arousal in her. The two boys in the back were pictures of obscene lust as one continued to feel Debbie's tits and the other around her pussy. She wondered why Debbie was letting them practically disrobe her and screw her when there were three of her friends right in the front seat.

Frank's hand was running up and down over her bush-hair as Debbie wriggled her ass every time Ralph squeezed her nipples or her titties. The next time she wriggled her hips, Frank put his hand right under her buttocks. His face burned with lust as he felt her tender, lush asscheeks. He groaned with desire as the feel of her ass began to drive him wild

"Hold on, you bugger," Ralph said, "don't try to hog everything for yourself."

They all acted as if they were completely alone, so immersed were the boys and Debbie in their frigging around. Debbie began churning her asscheeks lustfully, and this gave Frank a chance to put his hands right inside her panties, feeling her thick black bush with his fingers. He worked away at her bush and gradually began to move her panties downward until they no longer covered her pussy, but were practically at her knees.

As her pussy was completely exposed, Frank began to feel for her cunt. His hands touched her pink, wet cuntlips and then he parted them with his fingers. As Debbie felt him touch her cunt, her thighs quivered with ecstasy and she spread her legs apart a little more. Frank's hands now could play with and fondle her pussy without any hindrance.

Ralph was still playing with her lush tits, which were heaving and bouncing voluptuously with the turning of her ass as Frank fooled around with her twat. Ralph was just as excited by her knockers as Frank was with her cunt. He buried his face between them and slobbered up and down each tit, kissing each nipple in turn. Charisse could see that the pinkly erect nipples were covered with Ralph's glistening saliva.

Frank's fingers were still playing with her bush and her cuntlips. First his fingers massaged near the apex of her cuntlips, where her clitoris was becoming very erect, then they would slip down a bit to the entrance of her cunt. Suddenly he pushed two of his fingers right into Debbie's cunthole.

Debbie gasped as the fingers sank in up to his knuckles and her asscheeks wriggled with pleasure.

"You really have a very sexy cunt, baby!" Frank muttered hoarsely as he slid his fingers in and out of her slippery hole. He had his face so close to Debbie's twat that Charisse expected him to suck her cunt momentarily. Ralph was mouthing her nipples and trying to suck her whole breast into his mouth with such gusto, that it looked like titty was his favorite dish. Frank didn't actually suck Debbie's cunt, he just had his lips on her thighs, kissing and nibbling them as he kept up his rhythmic finger-fucking of her twat.

Debbie was making small, squealing, pleasurable sounds as the two lust-crazed youths in the back worked her over, Ralph on her tits and Frank on her cunt. How could Debbie do this, Charisse wondered, how could she expose her intimate parts practically to public view? How could she let two men fondle her while she knew Charisse and the other two boys could see everything that was going on?

Charisse, in the meantime, had her problems. George's strong hand was now squeezing one of her tits, while Jerry's hands were running up and down her inner thighs, and brushing up against her crotch. Each of these guys' hands like an octopus and they all seemed to be feeling an imitate part of her body at the same time.

"Hey you characters in the back seat!" George suddenly grumbled. "You better cut out all that horny smooching around, or you'll be all outa steam by the time we get to the party!!"

Charisse thought she heard Debbie whisper, "Tell them to mind their own frigging business . . . " but she wasn't sure she heard right.

She was having a rough time with these boys feeling her up as if they were about to rape her any minute now. Debbie was actually having a good time, from the way things looked and sounded on the back seat, but Charisse was uncomfortable because of the vulgar way they were feeling her up. And to top it off, she could feel her clitoris hardening with excitement and her cuntjuice dribbling between her cuntlips as she herself was becoming aroused in spite of herself. It was a real weird situation and she hoped the car would reach the party quickly. The way things were going, somebody in the back seat might shoot a hot load of sperm right over into the front seat anytime now . . . she didn't want to receive it down her neck, or full in the face as she watched!

All of a sudden she saw Frank open his fly as he was kissing Debbie's thighs. He took his huge thick cock in his right hand and cradled it there as his lips worked up to Debbie's cunt. She could see his tongue part Debbie's wet, pink cuntlips and then his whole mouth was cuntlapping Debbie's twat as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted in his life.

As his tongue reached her clitoris, Debbie squealed, "If you keep that up you're gonna make me come right here in the car . . . aaaaaagh!"

Frank was jerking off his own cock with his other hand, moving the foreskin rapidly up and down, exposing and then covering the head of his huge dong as he cuntlapped Debbie.

"The hell with the party," Frank lifted his head and muttered, "I'm gonna put my cock up your twat right now before I go crazy . . . I don't want to waste the load of hot come I been saving just for you on the goddamn seat cushion!

"Lay off, Romeo," she heard Ralph growl. "You know the rules, I fuck my girl first! You know you're not supposed to even screw another guy's girl unless he's given you permission.

Frank still was working the foreskin on his cock back and forth, but he made no move to shove it up Debbie's cunt.

"C'mon, buddy," Ralph continued, "button up that cock of yours so that you arrive at the party looking like a gentleman . . . "

Frank stopped jerking off as he heard Ralph speak, but his cock was still out in the open. He let out a yell as Ralph grabbed his cock and tried to push the rigid dick back into Frank's pants.

"Leggo my cock, you bastard!" Frank shouted "Can't you see I got to wait until my hard-on goes down before I can get this dick back in my pants?"

Debbie's asscheeks were still churning on the seat, she had gotten so hot with Frank's cuntlapping that she had an irresistible urge to come. She had almost hoped that Frank would have shoved his cock in and fucked her then and there. His dick was so thick and virile that she probably would have come with just those plunges of his prick into her cunt. Ralph was still playing with her lush knockers, and that wasn't helping matters any either.

"You know, babe," he told her, "I can practically see the steam rising from your pussy, you're so damned horny tonight! Just save all that heat till we get to the party and then you can serve us hot pussy a' la carte!"

"You're mean," Debbie pleaded, "you know damn well I can come ten times to your one–so why don't you at least let Frankie finish me off this once with his mouth . . . there'll still be plenty left to go around at the party!"

Ralph kept quiet and just kneaded her tits, while Frank kept away from her twat.

"We're going to get to the party soon, now,"' Jerry said, "so make yourselves look respectable, you shameless people!"

Charisse tried to smooth her ruffled skirt and adjust her blouse and her hair, all at the same time. She knew she must look like an awful mess. What a way to show up at a party!

"You don't look half-bad, baby," George said to her, "but your friend in the back looks as if she's just done a strip-tease!"

And as a matter of fact, Debbie did look practically naked as she fumbled with her bra and tried to pull up her panties again, on the back seat. Ralph very carefully helped her put her tits in the bra cups, giving each one a farewell feel as he closed the snap. Then he just as carefully helped her pull up her panties, giving her bush and cuntlips a good feel in the process.

"With helping hands like yours, who needs to get laid?" Debbie quipped with a grin on her face as she wriggled her twat away from his questing fingers.

As Charisse looked out the car window she could see nothing but darkness, night was all around, enveloping the ear. A little uneasy about the desolate appearance of the area, she asked where they were. Upon being told they were in the country, about fifteen miles from town, she felt more relieved. It seemed that the boy's friend, the one who was throwing the party, liked the peace and isolation of the suburbs.

"I'd like a shot of some of that firewater you braves have been drinking tonight. Just to settle my stomach; I'm a little shaky after all that backseat fooling around . . . " Debby said.

"But of course, Countess," Ralph said with more gallantry, handing her a silver flask. "Have one on me!"

Debby tilted the flask and took a few swallows. She lifted the flask from her lips and started coughing and choking.

"Wow! what did you put in your flask, liquid nitroglycerin? I feel as if the top of my head's just blown off!!" Debbie said in a hoarse whisper.

"That's some real corn-likker from Carolina!" Ralph said smiling. "It's uncut just as it comes from the still. A friend of mine sends it to me. Down there they call it 'white lightnin'!"

"Well, I sure feel as if the 'white lightnin' struck me," Debby said. "Want to try some of this, Charisse?"

Charisse really didn't want any of the potent stuff, but she wanted to be considered a good sport by the group, so she took a generous slug. The moment she had downed the corn liquor, she started to sputter and cough even worse than Debbie had. But just to build up the image of a "good girl" before the boys and Debbie, she gamely took another couple of shots from the flask. She really did feel as if she had been struck by lightning this time, but she didn't cough or sputter as the liquor burned its way down her stomach.

Now the car was pulling into a long, rustic driveway flanked by a double row of majestic-looking pine trees. Even though her head was reeling, Debbie could see a big, rustic type of house looming up at the end of the driveway.

The boys stopped in the driveway and parked the car near the cabin. As they piled out, Charisse could see that there were some other cars around and hoped that the people at the party would turn out to be nicer than the boys they were with. As she got out of the car, she felt a little shaky and nauseous, but she put it down less to the drink of "white lightning" than the crude mauling she had been subjected to. As she began to head for the house, she felt much better–perhaps she had been too cramped on the front seat in addition to the bold "petting" she had undergone.

"Hey, wait for us," Jerry called after her, as she headed for the door, "the owner is a stranger to you and you need us to introduce you."

"This place looks deserted," Charisse exclaimed as she approached, "are you sure we've come to the right house?"

"Oh, it's the right place all right," Jerry laughed, "maybe they've turned the lights out to play kissing games!"

Charisse wondered how Debbie felt about the situation, but apparently Debbie felt confidence in Ralph and his friends because all she said was "Let's get inside already, I'm getting cold standing around in this night air . . . "

Now Charisse began to doubt the wisdom of having gone on this date altogether. True, she wanted to be accepted by Debbie and her boy friends, but she hadn't counted on two fellows as escorts for the night. This seemed to be what she was getting as she walked towards the door, flanked by George and Jerry. The whole thing was making her feel very nervous, she was completely prepared to have sexual relations with her date; after all, she was no longer a virgin. But she had read newspaper stories of "gang-bangs" and "line-ups" by groups of horny youths and men, and memories of the terrible ordeals of unprotected girls were making her jittery.

Much to her surprise, the character who welcomed them at the door turned out to be a woman. Sally, as she was introduced, was a woman in her early thirties. Extremely attractive and with a voluptuous figure which the hippie costume of an oversized maroon silk blouse, festooned with beads, and tight slacks scarcely concealed, she said in a low contralto voice, "Peace, children! Welcome to the hash bash–come in and refresh your weary souls with a short trip!"

Jerry told Sally who the girls were and the exotically dressed woman bowed to them with a somewhat mocking smile on her full lips and motioned them all inside.

"Where are we supposed to sit?" Charisse whispered to Jerry. "I don't see any chairs!"

"There aren't any," he answered, "you just sit on some of those pillows and rugs.

The only furniture in the place seemed to consist of queer wrought-iron floor lamps which had flickering candles instead of electric lights, a couple of low coffee tables, and piles of multi-colored cushions and rugs strewn around haphazardly. A record player was turned on low, but Charisse could see no couples dancing to the rock music. As a matter of fact, the only other people as Charisse's eyes became accustomed to the dim light seemed to be exclusively boys.

Seeing the strained look on Charisse's and Debbie's face, Sally said, Oh, we expect some more couples later on. Up until you girls came it's been more or less of a stag evening. But do find a comfortable spot and take it easy while I bring you some refreshments."

"Look, George, are there going to be any more girls at this party tonight?" Charisse asked with a strained look on her face. "This looks like a stag party we dropped in on by mistake! And what kind of 'refreshments' is Sally bringing up? After that 'white lightning' in the car, I don't think I could touch another drop of liquor tonight.

"Aren't you the worry wart!" Debbie laughed instead of giving her the moral support she was looking for. "Relax and enjoy yourself, the boys and Sally are O.K."

"You might as well know, Charisse, Ralph chimed in, "that you're in for a great experience–we're all going on a trip via some LSD. That's the refreshment that Sally supplies and it's out of this world, kid!"

"But I've heard that some people go out of their minds after taking LSD," Charisse quavered as she sat on a pile of cushions next to Jerry and George.

"Ah, that's just 'square' propaganda, they try to padlock all the real groovy things in life . . . " Jerry said. "There's nothing to be afraid of, we've taken 'trips' at Sally's place. You'll like it once you try it . . . "

She looked towards Debbie, but her friend was lying against a pile of cushions nearby, and Ralph and Frank were busily feeling her up already.

"Well, here are our 'tickets' for the trip," George said, as Sally approached them with a tray on which there were tall glasses of Coke with ice cubes tinkling inside. Next to each glass of Coke there was a small china saucer with a cube of white sugar gleaming in the center. George took a Coke and a saucer with the sugar for Jerry, Charisse and himself.

"The thing I like about Sally's place is that her LSD is always pure, the only time you get a bad trip is when the stuff's been cut or doctored up to save money," Jerry told Charisse.

"Now just do exactly what I do," George told Charisse. He took the sugar cube, put it between his teeth and began to sip the Coke. "The idea is to dissolve the sugar slowly, and then you just sit back and relax . . . "

Charisse watched wide-eyed as the sugar cube slowly melted as George sipped the Coke.

Jerry shoved her sugar cube between her teeth and told her, "C'mon, start drinking your coke–don't be a party pooper!"

Charisse saw that Debbie was drinking her Coke, as were Ralph and Frank. She was afraid of all this, but to freak out now would really make her a drop-out from this "in" group she was trying to cultivate and join in with. Slowly, she began to sip her Coke. It was warmish, in spite of the ice cubes floating in it' and the melting sugar cube in her mouth just made it taste sweeter.

"Are you fellows putting me on?" she asked as she finished her Coke and sugar cube. "This tasted just like a sweet Coke, and it was too warm, at best!"

"Take it easy, baby," Jerry said, "you'll be starting on your trip any second now–and so will the rest of us!"

Charisse sat quietly between Jerry and George for a few minutes, observing that everybody else was being served Cokes and sugar cubes on saucers by Sally. Suddenly she began to feel different somehow. Actual "waves" of well-being seemed to be radiating from her belly throughout her body. The good feeling began washing through her head, making her feel strangely happy, and banishing all her previous fears. Everyone at the party seemed to be so nice, Debbie, Ralph, Frank, Jerry and George–what wonderful people they really were!

"Look at all the wonderful colors in this room," Charisse marveled to George and Jerry. "They seem to be sifting and becoming so gleaming and beautiful every second–and I thought this place was kind of drab!"

"Looks like you're gonna have a good trip, baby," George comforted her. "They always are when you start out seeing colors."

Jerry was feeling her ass, but that was all right, Charisse thought, everything was all right. They were all face spirits floating in a world of color and now there was wonderful music in the background too. She looked over at Debbie and saw she was lying on her back, propped up a bit by some cushions that were under her back and her head. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her bush-hair and cuntlips were completely exposed. There was a smile on Debbie's face and she seemed to be gazing at some object in space as she lustfully wriggled her asscheeks. Ralph and Frank seemed to lean over her and fuss with her clothes without the slightest objection from Debbie.

George began feeling Charisse's breasts through her blouse, but she didn't object. She looked over again at Debbie and saw that most of her clothes were off. All she had on was her garter-belt, stockings and bra. She slowly unfastened her stockings and rolled them down one by one and then raised her asscheeks to remove her garter-belt. As she did so, Ralph and Frank grinned when they saw her completely exposed cunt.

"C'mon, Debbie, take it all off!" they both chorused with the old burlesque-house chant. "Take it all off right now!"

Debbie was agreeable and went about unhooking her bra, and as soon as she did, she tossed it aside. Her lush, big knockers were swinging back and forth, the nipples looking like huge pink eyes.

Ralph had his hand on her bush and now put two of his fingers between her exposed cuntlips, parting them gently and massaging her slit with a slow, steady rhythm. Debbie just leaned back, her face smiling with enjoyment and without a trace of embarrassment.

With a trace of jealousy, Charisse realized how gorgeous and voluptuous Debbie's body really was. She was now lying completely naked between Ralph and Frank. Now it was Ralph who was concentrating on her pussy and Frank who was massaging her tits. Her torso began to wriggle and squirm as the pleasure the two youths were giving Debbie became more intense. Debbie's eyes seemed to be shining with ecstasy at every touch of her cunt or breasts, as Ralph touched her clitoris she gasped.

As she gasped again at his touch, Ralph let his trousers down to the floor and stepped out of them. He pulled off his jockey shorts too and was now standing by Debbie, his big cock and balls, rigid and erect, pulsating with cunt-hunger. Seeing his huge cock waving in her face, Debbie reached for it. She wanted to grab it and lusted to put it in her mouth and give Ralph a blow job. But apparently Ralph had other ideas because he pulled his cock to one side and watched his buddy Frank busily sucking her nipples, like a hungry baby . . .

"I want cock," Debbie panted, "give me cock, pleeeease . . . "

Ralph was more than ready to oblige her as he rolled between her widespread legs. His hands began to massage her belly-button and then her thick bush-hair. His fingers reached down and spread her cuntlips gently apart, exposing her entire moist, pink slit. He began to rub her clitoris with his fingertip, using two fingers of his other hand to thrust up her vaginal entrance.

Debbie's body was now beginning to writhe and twist in earnest as she gasped, "I want to come, please make me come!"

Ralph seemed to sniff near her cunt and smiled as if the aroma there pleased him. Frank was still feeling Debbie's breasts, delightedly pinching and rubbing her erect nipples. Then, seeing how horny and hard up Debbie was becoming, he took out his big thick cock. It was rigid with a terrific hard-on and he presented the head of his dick into each of the nipples of her tits, and rubbed the shaft against the sides of her lush knockers as well.

Ralph's mouth closed over her crisp bush hair and then his mouth moved down into real cuntlapping position. His tongue worked rhythmically on her erect clitoris and then alternated with her cunthole. The terrific sensation in her twat was making Debbie grind her hips and ass as if she were impaled on a forging cock, instead of in Ralph's mouth.

Frank now moved his stiff cock away from her tits and placed it next to Debbie's lips. He grinned with satisfaction as she opened her mouth and with a moan practically swallowed the huge head of his dick.

"A natural born cocksucker!" Frank proclaimed aloud. "Take that whole thing in your mouth and give me a real good blow-job, baby!"

Debbie could only nod and Frank shoved so much of his cock down her throat, that it seemed to Charisse she would choke. But to her surprise, Debbie's wet, red lips began to move up and down on the huge shaft, right down to Frank's very balls.

"The balls too! The balls too!" Frank began to gasp excitedly as she sucked his throbbing cock.

Somehow the LSD made everything seem right and wonderful to Charisse. She was no longer worried about what Jerry and George might do to her. She was feeling very sexy now as she watched Debbie being cuntlapped by Ralph and blowing Frank at the same time. She began to nestle closer against Jerry and George, wanting them to cuddle her back, to start loving her. George somehow jockeyed himself against her back, and she could feel his muscular arms encircling her. Each hand grabbed one of her tits and genially began to massage them with a wonderful rhythm. She could feel his stiff prick through his pants against her ass right through her shirt. She didn't mind in the least as he tucked up her skirt, so that his cock-bulge was right against her panties. She began to sway her hips gently, knowing that it was rubbing against George's captive cock.

While she was thrilling to the feel of the big dong prodding her ass and knowing too, that she was ripening George's hard-on, Jerry's hands were between her legs. Working with a light touch, like a clever pick-pocket, Jerry had her garter belt and stockings off before she knew what was happening. Then, as he tugged at her lacy panties, she wriggled to help him along as he worked them down over her ass and off her legs. It seemed so nice to be free of garter belts and panties–she wanted all her clothing off, to enjoy these wonderful feelings and colors in a state of natural nudity. If this was the way LSD made you feel, then she was all for it!

She was getting her wish for nakedness as George unbuttoned her blouse, and as she shrugged it off, he unclasped her bra.

"Whee, that feels good!" Charisse exclaimed as he removed her bra, flung it aside and greedily fondled her naked, jiggling tits. He rolled her nipples against his palms, making them more stiffly erect and sensitive than ever.

Now Jerry began kissing her wetly between her thighs and she began to shudder with ecstasy at the thrilling feel of his tongue as it licked and thrust into her soft skin. Unconsciously, she spread her legs for him as he was kissing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her hot, wet pussy.

She felt George's hands leave her tits, and she smiled as she saw him step out of his trousers and shorts . . . then her attention was brought back sharply to Jerry's hot mouth on her thighs. His curling lips and licking tongue were making her cuntjuices flow and he wasn't even near her pussy with his mouth yet. She wriggled her asscheeks as a fiery yearning permeated her cunt and belly–she recognized it for what it was–she wanted cock–plenty of cock!

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she pleaded pantingly as he still kept away from her cunt, kissing her inner thighs further up. She felt she would scream with frustration if somebody's cock didn't start putting out the fire in her belly.

Jerry suddenly took his head from her thigh and she felt him slowly insert two fingers between her oozing, hot cuntlips. He massaged her clitoris for a moment, then finding her cunthole, he shoved them in up to his knuckles. He kept pushing his fingers in and out of her vagina as he leaned over and now took her nipples and tits in his hot mouth. He sucked on her nipples until they seemed to be pinkly glowing with a fire all their own.

"Don't hog everything buddy boy," the now naked George growled at Jerry's ears as he busily sucked her tits.

Then George took his big stiff cock and started forcing its huge throbbing head between her lips. Instead of being repelled as she ordinarily would have been, the drug made the boy's big dong seem like a lovely, generous gift and she gratefully opened her mouth, enveloping his dick-head completely. George was a big boy and his cock was really enormous. She almost gagged as he kept shoving it deeper down her throat as if there were no end to the thick shaft. Finally she felt his balls gently slapping against her chin and knew he was all the way in. She kept her lips tightly on the shaft of his cock as he began to thrust it in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. "Mmmmm," she crooned. She liked the way it tasted . . .

Jerry was still thrusting his fingers up her cunt, while she was just aching for him to shove his cock in there. She reached down and managed to close her fingers over the shaft of his cock. Slowly she guided the head towards her cuntlips and Jerry got the idea. He took his fingers out of her cunt and let the head of his dick part her pink, wet cuntlips. Then as Charisse eagerly sucked George's cock, he found her cunthole and began thrusting his dick up her vagina.

She had waited so long for his cock that her cunt actually closed over it hungrily, making a sloppy sucking sound with every movement of his dick as it thrust in and out. Jerry was a big teaser and now that he knew she was going wild with hump-desire, he purposely stopped frigging into her cunt. He just let his cock rest in her twat as she wriggled her ass and bucked her hips in an effort to start him on a solid fuck-rhythm. But no matter how hard she tried, even "milking" the head of his cock with her vaginal muscles, he just kept it rammed in without moving, just to tease her in his sadistic way. And to make matters worse, she couldn't say a word because George's big dong was thrusting right down her throat.

George's cock was really beginning to twitch in her mouth. The sight of Jerry's cock in her cunt as her mouth was giving his cock a superb blow job was too stimulating. It was the horniest thing he had ever seen.

Charisse felt the shaft of his cock beginning to twitch even more and his dong began to jerk erratically in her mouth.

"I'm going to shoot my load, baby," he groaned, "I'm going to shoot . . . "

As he spoke she felt a hot drop of liquid on her tongue, followed by a tremendous gushing spurt of his thick creamy sperm right down her throat.

Three times it spurted as he rammed his dick-head all the way down her throat, gagging her with his hot come.

"Swallow it baby, swallow it, suck out the last drop!" he groaned.

She swallowed as he said and even put the tip of her tongue in his pee-hole to dislodge that last drop of sperm and then she felt his cock, his come over, become soft and shrinking in her mouth. She let it slip from her lips, and panted encouragement to Jerry, whose cock was still up her cunt.

"Fuck me, you sadistic bastard, move that cock, you louse!" she practically screamed at Jerry.

In her desperation to get his cock frigging her, she took her forefinger and thrust it into his rectum and kept it there.

"I'm not taking my finger out until you start fucking like a man, Jerry!" she exclaimed.

With a sudden withdrawal of his dick almost completely out of her cunt and then with a tremendous lunge back in, Jerry began fucking her with real rhythm. She grunted every time he rammed in, right up to the point where his balls slapped against her cunt. He cupped her asscheeks and thrust so deeply into her that the head of his cock seemed to penetrate into her womb.

"Fuck me harder! Shove it all the way in!" Charisse goaded him. She could feel her vaginal walls beginning to convulse and an enormous sensation building up in her cunt. It overwhelmed her.

"Momma, momma, I'm coming! Momma, he made me come! I'm coming, momma!" Charisse began to wail ecstatically. Her whole torso jerked as if she were in the throes of a convulsion. Jerry's dong was bathed in her hot cuntjuices as they oozed and dribbled from her twat.

"Go on, ride that pussy cowboy!" George was encouraging Jerry. "Fuck her so that she knows she's really been fucked by a man!"

Jerry's cock needed no urging now because he was close to his orgasm too. She suddenly felt his buttocks shudder convulsively and then he groaned, "I'm coming–I'm popping off right in your cunt, baby!"

She felt the spurts of his hot sperm cascade against her vaginal walls as his cock shot the whole load of his balls into her hungry cunt. His cock was going limp and yet she felt strangely frustrated. She wanted more, perhaps due to the LSD. She needed more stiff cock.

"Fuck me more," she panted even as his cock slipped out of her cunt, "fuck me more."

She was moaning–"I want cock," her legs spread and flailed, her sperm-filled cunt still yearning for stiff dick.

Suddenly one of the boys in the room she didn't know was between her legs, a big hard-on in his hand. He wet the head of his dick by sliding up and down her drooling slit, but didn't shove it up her vagina yet.

"Really ram it up her this time, Howie," one of the boys shouted. "This babe really rides cock in high style!"

Her cunt was aflame with eagerness for this boy Howie's cock. But, the sensation that she was being watched, that her yearnings were being turned into a circus made her feel ashamed. Why were they all surrounding her and picking on her? Then she remembered that there was only one other girl there: Debbie–you really couldn't count Sally because this was her business.

"Hey, I got a great idea," one of the onlooking boys shouted, "just turn her on her side and let's show her how we make a country-boy sandwich!"

Apparently the boy who was about to put his cock in liked the idea and before she knew it, she was lying on her side. Hands were prying her legs apart and she could feel the stiff prick of Howie glide its head between her cuntlips.

Behind her, she felt a pair of hands kneading her asscheeks, pulling them apart until her rectum was exposed.

"That's a real cute asshole," the boy's voice intoned humorously. "I really wonder whether this chick has had it up the old dirt road!"

For the first time that evening, Charisse was appalled at the thought of what they were going to do to her. Not only was the whole thing low-down and dirty, but all these boys seemed to have gigantic cocks. She might be ripped or torn by their reckless thrusts wherever they found a hole.

She cringed as she felt something touching her anus, but it was only the boy's finger. It felt all around her rectum, and then shoved inwards suddenly. It seemed unable to penetrate and she heard the boy say "Get me some cold cream, her hole needs a little smoothing out and a good grease job!"

His fingers began spreading gobs of cold cream on her asshole and each time he thrust it in a little deeper. Then with a vigorous movement, he shoved it up her anus as far as it could go. She trembled at the strange sensation in her rectum, but because of the cold cream it really didn't hurt. He rammed his finger in and out several times, thrusting gob after gob of cold cream up her anus.

"That asshole ought to be smooth as silk right now!" the boy joked. "If it ain't I'm going to change my brand of cold-cream!"

The first youth's cock was still between her slightly parted cuntlips and he was beginning to feel impatient.

"Are you going to ream this broad's asshole, or do I turn her on her back and to hell with your country-boy sandwich?" he growled.

For an answer, the boy behind her grabbed her around the belly and she could feel an enormous head parting her asscheeks. The cock slid easily between her asscheeks because of the cold cream, but as the head forced its way into her rectum, stretching it mercilessly, she wailed at the sudden, intense pain.

"Migod, stop!" she pleaded, as the huge dong forced itself into her anus.

"You'll kill me!" she practically shrieked as she felt the other boy's cock thrust up into her cunt at the same time!

It seemed as if two hot branding irons were thrusting into her cunt and her asshole at the same time and meeting in her belly. Sparks of pain showered through her body, as the thick cocks of Howie and friend frigged her cunt and reamed her asshole at the same time. Her anus was especially stretched, as the boy's cock was thicker than any dick she had ever seen so far.

Her two fuckers were beginning to become very excited and the tempo of their frigging speeded up. They rammed into her without letup, panting heavily and groaning. But perhaps the LSD was beginning to take the edge of some of the pain of the two thrusting cocks. The frigging was even becoming tolerable.

"Migod," exclaimed the one who was screwing her rectum, "look at this, I might get a shit-clap!" Apparently the pumping action of his cock had smeared it with some of her brown fecal matter and was creaming over onto her asscheeks and his cock as well.

"Serves the horny little bastard right!"' she gloated, "now he'll think twice about shoving it into assholes!"

But he still continued to fuck her rectum until she began to feel an extra twitching in his shaft, an indication that he would soon come.

"C'mon, shoot your loads, boys! Let it rip", she encouraged them. The sooner they would come, the sooner they would pull their dicks out of her aching cunt and asshole.

She was right about her anus-fucker. His cock began to twitch and jerk in her asshole, and she wriggled to make him come faster. He shot his load high into her rectum, moaning, "This is the best asshole hump I've had in a long time! Wriggle it, babe, I'm shooting my wad!"

She felt the hot sperm in her anus and was glad as his cock became limp and slid out of her crack. She imagined how her asscheeks must look, especially after what he had said about a "shit-clap." She was ashamed and embarrassed before the people she knew were watching.

But as much as her asshole hurt her, Howie's cock, still screwing her cunt vigorously was giving her hot pussy-pleasure now. She could feel twitching high up in her vagina which meant she was about to come.

"Howie, make me come, I've just got to come! Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!" she wailed.

Her ass was wriggling and her cuntlips literally curling around his cock as he kept ramming it brutally into her cunt. His balls were slapping wetly at her cuntlips at the peak of every one of his thrusts.

"This dame looks like a real hot fucker!" she heard one of the boys exclaim. "Wonder if she's a nympho and needs all that cock, or if it's just the LSD?"

She no longer cared what anyone said about her, all that mattered was Howie's cock, shoving up into her cunt with steam-roller force.

She felt his cock twitch, jerk and then he gave a mighty thrust and her whole vagina felt the spurting gush of his hot come.

"I'm coming," she wailed, "your come is making me come! Migod, I'm coming . . . it's like I never came before!"

She rested on her back as she felt his cock slip limply from her sperm-flooded cunt.

As if in a dream, she heard Ralph's voice saying, "This broad really likes cock so much, it's a shame to keep it from her. Excuse me while I tear off a piece. As some of you guys have found out already, 'that's eatin' stuff'!"

She lay back on the cushions in a daze, felt her legs being parted and Ralph's cock was thrusting into her sperm-drenched twat. She responded, with her cunt riding his stiff dick as if he were the first man in her twat that evening. Apparently the LSD had affected her in a peculiar way, because she came ecstatically and convulsively with Ralph too.

After Ralph, it didn't seem to make any difference. She loved everyone, people were wonderful. She'd show them she was a good sport!

"I love everybody here!" she announced to the party in general. "I want to fuck everybody here! Come an' get it, boys!"

Charisse, after all, was quite an attractive girl and she didn't have to ask twice. There wasn't a boy at Sally's place to whom she didn't freely give her cunt that memorable night.

In the morning, she awoke feeling very tired and sore between the legs.

"Hello there, sex-champ of Greystoke!" Debbie greeted her, "I thought you'd never stop frigging. Do you remember asking Sally if she had a dildo? I think you wanted to take her on too!"

"Let's get back to Greystoke before Miss Pringle misses us," Charisse said in a low voice.

"Don't look so sad, Charisse, honey. I think you're going to be the most sought after and popular girl in town when tonight's party gets breezed about!" Debby said.

"I'd just as soon nobody said anything about what happened tonight!" Charisse answered. "I really think that will be best for all concerned!"

"Sure, sure," Debbie agreed . . . "I won't say a word–but you know what boys are like . . . "

Charisse knew too well what boys were like. Tonight's events at the party were going to make her fair game for every hard up prick around town, and there wouldn't be too much she could do about it!

CHAPTER 7

For days after that memorable LSD party, Charisse was in a very mixed-up state. Why had she let herself become part of a real orgy, the star of a "gang-bang"? How could she let herself be screwed by nine different boys in the same night–and in front of Debbie, a classmate! What was she trying to run away from? She couldn't blame it all on the LSD–the drug had only done away with her inhibitions, leaving her free to act as her subconscious really wanted to . . . But even that wasn't the real picture, she didn't think she was a nymphomaniac. Deep down she felt it had something to do with the feeling she had when she saw Cora using the dildo on her mother, the same feeling she had when Debbie had frigged her with the artificial prick. Was she really a lesbian? Was this the secret knowledge of her inner self she was trying to deny? Perhaps this was what she was trying to blot out with as many male cocks as she could . . .

One night Debbie had been more insistent than usual that Charisse come out with her and the boys, but Charisse again refused as politely as possible. She wanted to do some reading for a special report in Professor Forbes' psychology class which she had to write and hand in the next day.

"Okay, Miss Goody Two-Shoes," Debbie had sneered, "I'll leave you a couple of my special scoop-books so that you can look through them later. They'll give you an idea of what you're missing . . . "

The photos in this book were hotter than Charisse had ever seen, and she became more interested in spite of her good resolutions not to think about sex for awhile. As she gazed upon a giant super-cock ramming into a blissful woman's cunt, or a girl being frigged up her twat, her asshole, and her mouth, all at the same time, she began getting that warm itchy feeling in her vagina again. Her cuntjuice really began to flow as she looked at the next picture. It showed a white girl with two colored men, and what they said about black cock must be true. Their black penises looked like huge bull-cocks, they were too big for human being. One of these enormous cocks was ramming three-quarters of the way up the white girl's anus. The other colored man's dick was in the girl's mouth, but it was so big, she could scarcely get her lips around the head.

Charisse just had on a pair of shortie pajamas, no panties–so the next thing she did came naturally. Her left hand stole down to her pink, moist cuntlips and her forefinger parted them gently. She sighed contentedly as she found her clitoris and lightly moved her finger up and down the sensitive button of flesh.

By an odd coincidence, she was playing to an audience of one, although she was completely unaware of it Professor Forbes, the psychology teacher, had been returning home from a late movie in town. Spotting the tell-tale candle flicker, he remembered the forbidden frigging show he had seen the girls put on before, and decided to get another eyeful. So his eye at the keyhole of Charisse's door was drinking in the sight of a lovely young girl, sexually aroused, and masturbating herself.

Desperately she stopped for a moment and fumbled on the night-table. Her hands found what she was looking for, another unused candle. Quickly she spread her legs a little further apart and inserted the wick end of the white taper slowly into her cunt. There was enough cuntjuice flowing now to lubricate its entrance as she shoved it up her vagina.

Letting go of his huge, erect shaft, Professor Forbes tried the door-knob The door was open! His burning hard-on and full balls gave him the courage to do what he did next. Casting all caution to the winds, he softly opened the door and approached Charisse on the bed. Her eyes were closed as if in a trance, and she was lying back, her hips wriggling as she kept thrusting the candle up her drooling cunt.

"You must follow my orders to the letter!" he hissed at her. "And don't make any loud noises. That Pringle woman is too damned nosy! Now throw away that silly candle and come over here."

He took her head between his hands and maneuvered her close to his upright dick.

"You don't realize this my dear," the psychology teacher said in his best professorial manner, "but I think that you have a very serious lesbian fixation that you're quite unaware of. What I'm doing is first-rate psychotherapy for you. I'm going to get you to like male cock only!"

Now, in order to get her worked-up, he reached up with his hand under her shortie nightgown and grabbed one of her big tits. He found the pink, large nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger for a moment and then squeezed it with all his strength.

This time Charisse let out a high, muted wail as she almost doubled with this most excruciating pain. It lasted only a moment, but she would now really do anything. She couldn't take having her nipple squeezed like that again no matter what he put her through. She opened her mouth to show him she surrendered to his wishes. Smiling, he thrust his cock into her mouth.

He still held her head by the ears and began to slide her up and down on his cock.

"Work your tongue on it, c'mon really suck that dick! Make believe you're swallowing a delicious ice cream cone."

She ran her tongue fluttering like a butterfly wetly up and down his shaft, she tried to tickle his pee-hole with the stiffened tip of her tongue, she sucked the very tip of his prick with real suction, as if she were trying to get the marrow out of a bone. But he still seemed as fresh as when she had started.

She sensed a twitching at the base of his cock, and began to lick and suck his dick with renewed energy. Perhaps she could nurse that twitch into a full-blown come. The twitching was now very pronounced, and she knew that Professor Forbes was about to shoot his load.

"I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" he announced with a convulsive jerking and throbbing of his cock deep into her throat.

As she felt his first jet of hot scum scald her throat, she was relieved. Spurt after spurt of the white creamy semen shot from his prick, filling her mouth, making her gag.

"There's only one way to end a blow job," he panted, "swallow that scum, swallow it all!"

Dutifully she swallowed the sweetish tasting hot sperm Her tongue licked the last few drops out of his pee-hole. She knew she had satisfied him.

"Aaaaaah–aaaaah!" escaped from him pleasurably. "That was a good blow job. Just the therapy you needed, my dear."

"You mean just what you needed." she said to herself, "you goddam phony, you!"

"I see you've been doing some work on our psychology report," he remarked, seeing her open book. "You don't have to hand in your paper. I'm giving you an 'A' for the course. You've just earned it!"

As the door closed behind him, Charisse lay back on her pillow. She was turning things over in her mind. Now she knew where she belonged–what she really was. This last brutal experience at the hands and cock of a man had given her glorious self-realization. She wanted her sex to be back in the comfortable world of women. Back with her gentle lover, Debby. No, she would never leave her women again. Later, there would be her mother.

"I'm a lesbian," she smiled at herself in the mirror, "and that's not bad at all!"

THE END

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7