Chapter 1
Sometimes it's simply amazing how fast things can change in a young girl's life. One moment Jane was a typical high school freshman just learning about boys, skin care-and clothes and the next she was a hapless orphan set loose on a cold and unforgiving world.
It all started one grim day when her mother and father were driving home from a Lion's club outing when suddenly a speed crazed teenager in a fast car ran them into a ditch and over an embankment to a fire filled death. Jane was at a drama club meeting when the news came. Her teacher Mr. Fillmore came into the room with a concerned frown on his neat set of middle-aged features. He came up to the three girls standing alone at one end of the stage.
"Jane dear, may I please see you alone for a moment please?" The hearts of the three young girls beat faster as the cool fatherly tones passed his lips. For Mr. Fillmore was the focal center of the wild lusty imaginings of all the City High girls.
"Why certainly Mr. Fillmore," Jane, replied batting her long dark lashes at the older man. Taking her gently by the hand he led her from the stage into the little room the tech boys used to smoke cigarettes and talk about sex. The room was small and close and it seemed to Jane that Mr. Fillmore was getting larger and larger. Her senses seemed more and more alive. She could smell his after shave. The warm male scent filled her nostrils and sent a wave of strange and confusing signals to her adolescent mind.
"Jane, I have some rather horrible news." Mr. Fillmore began to sweat. The closeness of the room and young ripeness of the-slo-eyed girl before him clouded his mind and he fought for composure.
"Jane, it seems that there's been an accident ... Your mother and father, well they uh, they've been killed in a car crash." The news hit Jane like a ton of cement. Her whole world seemed to crumble around her. The very words seemed to sound like thunder, like the very voice of her whole universe coming crashing apart. It was too much to bear and she lifted her hands to her ears to shut out the dreadful reality. Jane felt like she was floating in space. She could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing. Her only sense of existing at all was the large warm figure of Mr. Fillmore. She opened her young arms wide and filled them with the six foot frame of her teacher. Fillmore stroked her brown hair and whispered softly in her ear.
"There, there, dear. It's alright. Everything is alright." His caress became more and more tangible to Jane. More and more alive. She felt the thick cords of his muscles through the thin fabric of his cheap suit. She ran her hands over his broad back and tried to pull herself inside him. She needed to feel warm and safe, and without really knowing what she was doing she took his hands in hers and placed them on her young breasts.
To Mr. Fillmore it seemed as though all his middle aged fantasies were coming true. Here she was a sweet harmless little orphan girl alone in the world without a shoulder to lean on or cry on or a hand to hold. He could feel the taut flesh of her young body firm and supple and alive as she began to move slowly beneath his grip. Her need was like a thing alive, hot, pulsating, and liquid. Without a thought to his class, his wife, or all the thousand things which could lead to disaster Fillmore decided to take the situation in hand and help this poor dear girl to some measure of love and affection. Things she would need to become a well rounded and secure adult.
Taking her face in his hands Fillmore began to kiss away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes. His lips traced a gentle path across her red lids and down the bridge of her nose and soon found the soft fresh place that was her mouth. Jane strained on her tip toes to meet him. His mouth tasted of coffee and cigars and other forbidden things. Jane loved the taste. And fought back hard against his lips. His tongue worked its way between her lips and she sucked on it with passion that suprised Fillmore. Sensing that she was ready and willing to join him in the joys of lust he began to remove the thin dress she wore. His hands started at her neck and slowly peeled away the prim little blue sweater she wore over the dress. Fillmore tossed the garment to the side and began to remove the frock. Jane stepped away.
"You'll tear it, let me." And with a grace and sensuality he thought impossible for such a young girl she began to strip. Fillmore could almost hear the deep base rhythm behind her as she began to sway and move to a music deep inside
First she took off the pale blue dress and laid it carefully aside. With a shy sort of half smile she stood close to him and removed the little lace bra she wore and proudly showed him the two lush warm treasures that lay inside. Fillmore reached out a careful hand and touched them. First one and then the other. Taking the nipple of each warm soft mound and twisting it between thumb and forefinger like a ripe berry. Jane moaned deep in the back of her throat and leaned forward into his touch. His hands splayed out and ran down the naked expanse of her middle and began to work at the panties. Jane couldn't feel them come off. Suddenly she was naked with her legs spread wide apart and Mr. Fillmore was on his knees before running his hot wet tongue up and down the soft insides of her thighs. His tongue played magical tricks on theripe nerves of the young girl. Shocks like from an electric socket ran through her body. Her back arched against his movements as his face went deeper and deeper between her legs licking and sucking on her virgin territory.
Jane's passion fueled hands pressed his face harder up into her cunt.
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned as he opened up her outer lips and began to tongue the hard bit of flesh that was her clit. He ran his lips over the nub, the half days growth of beard tingled like fire ants against the thin soft flesh of young girlhood. With a high-pitched shriek the young girl jerked her legs back in a a moment of ecstasy and came. The warm, sweet juices flowed out of her pussy and drenched the face of her teacher. Mr. Fillmore stood back from the lust wracked body of his student and with a smile all his own began to remove his clothes. Jane watched in admiration as first his wide chest with its thick mat of hair and underlying network of muscle and then his lower body came to light. He gasped as the hard thick bulk of his cock appeared from inside his shorts. Jane was almost afraid of what he would do with such an awesome weapon. But soon her fear passed, giving way to a girlish curiosity.
Jane moved from her position on the desk to one much more suited for standard love making. She spread his top coat out on the floor and like an unwrapped Christmas present lay down and waited for the moment. Mr. Fillmore knelt down next to her and even
Jane in all her innocence knew what he wanted. Without a moment's hesitation she lifted her head and began to run her tongue along the head of his prick. Her lips played along the shaft like gentle waves. Jane licked all the way down the massive member laying hot wet kisses on his balls licking each one and taking it inside the warmth of her mouth. Mr. Fillmore arched his back and strained to get his hot cock past those reluctant lips and down deep inside her throat. Jane forgot her fear and carefully took the plum sized head of his penis into her mouth. The heat surprised her, The incredible heat and the feeling of great energy and strength stored up way inside the man. Further she lowered her head onto the shaft, and began to make little bobbing motions. Mr. Fillmore pumped back hard against her tentative mouthing. Filling her mouth with half his cock and almost making her choke he came. The hot cum spurted out of the corners of her mouth and Jane fought to keep up with the flow.
Fillmore lay back on the floor the cool tile of the linoleum against his hot back. Jane brought a careful hand to her lips as if to verify that it had actually happened. She tasted the warm salty taste of his semen and knew that a new part of her life had begun.
When Jane got home to her empty house that evening there was a strange car in the driveway. It was a huge old Rolls Royce, the kind with a separate place for the driver to sit. Jane wondered who could be coming to see her in such a fine car. The reality of losing her parents had not really hit yet. That along with the new feelings aroused by her encounter with Fillmore filled her with anxiety. Showly she walked up the steps to the house and fitted the key to the lock. As soon as she stepped inside the house she knew everything was going to be fine. For there in the middle of the living room was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Before Jane could ask how these strangers got into her house the woman was on her feet and coming towards her.
"My poor, poor darling," the woman said and opened her arms to hug Jane. " What a cruel fate has taken the lives of your parents. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Your Aunt Miranda is here now to take care of you." Aunt Miranda, Jane thought, that explains it all. She had often heard of her mother's older sister who had made a vast fortune early in life and lived in seclusion on a huge old estate twenty miles from town.
" Oh Auntie," Jane sobbed into the older woman's breast. "I'm so afraid. I don't want to be alone." Miranda took the poor girlfc head in her hands and placed a warm wet kiss chastely against her lips.
"Don't you worry my dear. You're not going to be alone. You shall come to live with me. I'll give you everything a young woman could want. Teach you the ways of the world, take you places and show you things."
"Oh Auntie I love you." Jane said into the warm soft place where her face was buried at the base of her aunt's neck. Jane felt safe and warm with the older woman. Her fortune seemed to be changing for the better. For if one had to be an orphan it is better to be a rich one than a poor one.
The ordeal of burying her folks was made infinitely easier with Aunt Miranda around. It was she who made sure all the legalities were in order and paid all the final bills and put the house up for sale. Jane was happy enough knowing the money would all be put away for her to use when she was older and besides what did a girl who lived in a mansion need with a suburban tract house. The week which had passed between the death and final arrangements seemed to happen to another girl and it was as if her whole life had been leading up to the thrill she felt as they pulled up the long driveway to the house in the grand old car. She felt like some kind of princess returning to her country after many years away.
"Auntie," she said. " Now all I need is to meet a handsome prince and my whole life will be perfect. First Mr. Fillmore is so kind to me, then you come like a fairy godmother and open up a whole new world."
"It's only just begun, my dear." Miranda said placing a cool maternal hand on her knee. "And I don't think you'll need any handsome princes for a while." With that the limousine pulled up to the huge front porch with its massive white columns and flagstone path. Miranda led her niece by the hand up the steps and into the house. Jane's mouth hung open when she saw the utter grandeur of the house. The huge marble stairway leading to the upstairs and the liveried servants who held open the doors made her feel pure awe.
"Come my dear." Miranda said "I have some people I want you to meet." As if on cue the doors at the end of the hallway swung open and Jane heard the sounds of a party in full swing. A whole group of well dressed and beautiful women came out to greet them. Miranda rushed up to introduce each to Jane in turn.
Jane couldn't believe how nice they all were to her. They surrounded her and began to bill and coo about how pretty she was, how nice her figure looked and how lovely her long brown hair looked and felt. It looked as if the party was only just beginning and the feeling in the room was one of pent up energy. The women were dressed in a wide variety of costumes and clothing; each seemed to be expressing an individual kind of taste and inclination. Jane was glad that her Aunt had such wonderful and affectionate friends. They were all hugging and touching each other and giving the servants little loving pats as they brought by little treats on trays. Jane's heart began to beat faster as she sensed that Miranda had something important to tell her. Her aunt placed a firm cool hand on her arm and led her from the room.
The rest of the spacious house was just as big.
Jane was curious.
"Jane, my dear," she began, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, "my very dear friends and I are so delighted to have you with us. For so long we have needed to have with us a bright and lovable young lady. But I think it's just a bit too early for you to join in all our fun. I want you to go with Sylvia; she will show you to your rooms and help you unpack. Anything you find you are missing just tell her and we shall get it for you. Now dearest I'm going to rejoin my group and you go with Sylvia." At that another door opened and a slim black girl not much older than Jane came in. "Sylvia, please take Miss Jane and make sure she's as comfortable as possible." Aunt Miranda swept out of the room leaving her niece in Sylvia's capable hands.
When Miranda returned to the party it was no longer the prim gathering of lovely women. Most of the costumes had come off revealing a veritable sea of tits and ass. Miranda licked her lips as she walked among the ladies tweaking a nipple here, goosing a delectable bottom there? she made her way across the room. On what had but mere moments before been the buffet table a young white girl was now laid out like a final course. Her long thin legs were stretched out at a severe angle and her hands were manacled above her head. A large tough looking women in a tight pair of black leather pants and a chain halter was kneeling before the captive and was preparing a large plastic dildo.
Jane cringed inwardly.
First the demon dyke greased the girl from head to foot with slick cream from a quite large jar on the table. And with strong thick hands she rubbed it into the girl's tits, over her stomach, and down onto her pussy. The captive girl began to writhe and moan as the lesbian kneaded her slick tits and pinched her nipples. Then the she lifted the head of the device to the girls lips and forced half its length down inside her. Savagely, the dyke worked the dildo in and out. The captive's eyes rolled back as she fought to keep from being choked and then just as it seemed as if she would surely die form lack of air the woman removed the dildo from her lips and eased its slick head into the delicate opening of her cunt. With one hand the dyke continued to poke and pull on the girl's nipples and tits and with the other fed the full ten inch length of the dildo into her dripping hole. Miranda watched fascinated for a moment before taking any action herself. With one snap of her fingers two servants came over and helped the lady of the house out of her clothing. Their efficient hands had her down to her bare skin in moments.
All the other women in the room began to gather at the table to watch their leader in action. Miranda cut a fine figure of a woman as she climbed up onto the table and stood over the bound girl. Little sobbing noises were coming from her throat in rhythm to the long deep thrusts of the dildo. Lying there, looking up, the girl could see nothing but the ass-hole and cunt of the woman above her. Slowly Miranda lowered herself down onto the waiting face of the captive. Kneeling astride her face Auntie pressed her hot shaven cunt into the lips of the waiting maiden.
"Eat me, you hole," she commanded the prostrate girl. "Make me come and perhaps I won't have you punished. Do you know how we punish our bad little girls?" The captive girl made no reply because the full weight of the horny lesbian was now on her mouth. The dyke in leather was preparing another dildo for her ass while still moving the one in her cunt deeper and deeper. The bound girl began to lick and suck on Miranda's pussy, making the older woman begin to breathe harder.
"That's it. That's my good little girl. More, more," she demanded, her voice growing hoarse from pent-up lust. Miranda moved her hips faster and faster as the girl beneath her licked faster and faster. The captive let out a muffled yelp from between Miranda's thighs as the leather dyke jammed the rod up her ass and began to move it in time to the undulating movement of Mistress Miranda.
As if the mere act of watching these two hard core lesbians work on such a frail young flower drove them out of their minds the rest of the group began to fall to the floor in a pile of hot female lust. Dildos came out on the servant trays as they too began to get the party underway. Miranda climbed down off her oral throne, and her face flushed with the first of the evening's orgasms began to prowl about for more of the flesh she loved so much. In one corner a pair of naked matrons, their age showing in their sagging tits and spreading asses, were alternately sucking and finger-fucking one of the house boys. His huge black cock caused them some trouble as they stretched to get as much of it as they could into their mouths. Miranda grabbed a device from a passing servant and strapped it on. The head was as big around as a man's fist and she felt strong and powerful as she aimed it at the cunt of the first woman and rammed it home.
"Oh yes! Oh yes ! " the woman screamed as Miranda's false cock rammed its way up inside her. Harder and harder she slammed the dildo into her cunt. Rocking her body so hard that the cock she was sucking almost blew the back of her head off. She howled loudly as Miranda brought her to a screaming orgasm just as the black man's cock began to spurt out its hot white reward. The woman tried to catch as much of it as she could and captured the rest in her hands and began to rub it into the face and tits of her companion.
Miranda soon tired of the male game and instead wanted to find some more feminine fun. Leaving the two older women to the mercies of the other guests she moved off to find her pleasure. A passing servant provided her with a cool glass of wine as she found a chair and looked over her party. Miranda was always the favorite of her lesbian group. Her parties were always the most lurid and expansive affairs.
The parties were the wildest!
Each guest would bring her a favorite toy, a whip, a new dildo, or if luck would have it a new member to be initiated into the sacred rites of love. It was wild! A particularly fine specimen such as the young girl now tied to the altar would be offered to one of the leaders, a woman who through force of her personality and inclinations had reached a position of dominance in the group. Beatrice the leather clad dyke had taken one look at the new pale skinned morsel and wanted her for her own. Miranda saw nothing that she really wanted to fuck, and instead began to dream of the very special party she had planned for her niece. Miranda's fingers began to move up and down her thighs as she thought of the first delicious taste of Jane. She spread her legs wide and began to massage the cool pink outer lips of her cunt. Behind her closed lids she could see the slight lithe form of her niece come closer and placing her head in her lap she began to lick and suck as an obedient niece should. Miranda moved her hand faster and faster as she came closer and closer to the brink. Soon the fantasy seemed so real that she could feel the hot wet touch of flesh against flesh. . Her hands began to move by themselves and soon hot pink waves of pleasure began to sweep over her. Miranda's hips moved faster and faster against the warm weight at her pussy. Opening her eyes she looked down and saw that indeed her fantsy had come to life and the slim dark form of her niece was at her cunt.
It wasn't her niece at all. But that mattered not to the passion gripped mind of the Mistress. One of the guests seeing the hostess taking solitary pleasure had moved over to perform the tasks that needed doing. The young girl began to lick Miranda's hot pussy. And spreading her legs apart began to tongue and lick her anus. With cool gentle fingers she traced a line around that light brown hole. The saliva from her mouth and Miranda's own hot juices making the deep warm hole loose and flexible. Miranda reached down and pulled the girl up to her chest and hugged her tight. She could feel the tension in her nipples as her own rested against them. Together they slipped out of the chair and began to roll around on the rug covered floor. Miranda began to lick and suck the teenagers tits rubbing frantic hands over the full length of her young body. The woman let out a low moan and lay back on legs spread wide to accommodate her Mistress. Miranda pressed her eager face into the lush dense bush of the young girl. like a dog at a water bowl she lapped at the sweet honey pot of her youth. Looking up Miranda could see she was no longer alone in her devotion for a small long-haired Japanese woman known as Madam Lee was kissing the maiden passionately. The silk of her blue Kimono fell open to reveal a perfect set of light brown tits. Miranda smiled to herself as she brought the wiggling from beneath her to a shuddering orgasm. She rubbed her face in the hot juices and reached out to hold the newcomer. The object of their shared lust just lay back with the thick shield of sexual bliss over her consciousness as the two practiced lesbians began to work on each other.
First Madam Lee removed the long blue robe she was wearing and drawing herself up to her full five foot height met Miranda in passionate embrace. Miranda, a full head taller then the little oriental stood with her proud tits jutting out into her face. The Jap woman began to run her tongue along the firm swelling occidental mounds before her and traced a thin passionate line with her fingernails from her navel to her cunt. It seemed to Miranda that the small woman took a step right inside her as her hot tongue and hands waged passionate war on her nerves.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the oriental knelt before her and began to rapidly vibrate her tongue and lips over her erect clit.
"Oh my God." Miranda yelled as the red hot sensations began to climb up her legs. Just then the youngster roused from her sleep of passion began to torment Miranda from behind. Two tongues now worked on the lovely hostess. One from the front and one from behind urged her closer to the magic of sexual abandon. Lee found the little knot of tissue and with the skill of years of practice caught it between her teeth and gently chewed. The response was electric. Miranda lost all composure and shrieked. It sounded like a death scream from a wounded animal. Someone placed a dildo in the young girl's hand and she began to feed its ten inches into the small brown opening. Miranda yelled louder as the hard plastic filled her up. The crowd gathered to cheer their leader onto new heights of sexual freedom. And then with a crash of thunder that only Miranda could hear it was over and all three fell back onto the floor in a hot, moist pile to enjoy the glorious fatigue of lesbian life.