Chapter 1
As she stood in the doorway, Suzy Clayton felt a hot itch gnawing her cunt. And she wasn't sure why. She had felt it before, vaguely. Lately the itchy feeling had been getting stronger and stronger. Usually, the itch came when she looked at pictures of handsome movie stars and rock singers. Something about Uncle Jack's forbidden room really made the itch flare hot.
It had taken Suzy less than ten minutes after Uncle Jack and Cousin Billy had left to find the key to the room. The warning not to try to get into the room had of course increased her curiosity. The key had been in Uncle Jack's night table. The lock had been well oiled and easy to open.
Burning, Suzy slid her hand down to the crotch of her tight white shorts. Standing in the doorway, she rubbed the itch. The white cotton of her shorts was bunched up against her pussy. Her titties felt swollen inside her bra. And all because of what she was looking at. Which was crazy.
Because, from here, it just looked like a sort of gym. One wall had a long horizontal ladder-type thing, horizontal parallel bars of wood that ran from the floor all the way to the ceiling. On another wall was a set of cables and pulleys, the kind that usually had weights on them. There was a leather-covered vaulting horse. There was a vibrator machine with a big motor on a pedestal and a wide canvas belt.
There were a few things that didn't look quite right in a gym. like the thick round posts. There were two of them, four or five feet apart. They were as big around as telephone poles. Both had steel rings fastened to them. There was an "X" made of wood. It was at a slight backward angle. It looked like it could be swung either fully erect or tipped completely back, maybe even all the way to upside down. There were steel rings at the ends of the arms of the "X".
Neat coils of thick rope were hanging from one wall. Next to the rope were leather cuffs with chains and snaps and buckles. There were a couple of leather harnesses, too.
Somehow, it all made the itch in Suzy's fourteen-year-old cunt get hotter and more demanding. Standing in the doorway, she rubbed her crotch hard. Her hips squirmed as she looked around the room. The material bunched against her cunt felt moist. Her slender thighs were getting achy and crampy.
She hesitated, frightened to enter the room for some reason. It wasn't that her uncle or cousin were going to catch her-they had said they'd be gone for hours. Somehow, the room scared her as much as it excited her. It was as if entering it would bring a horrifying change in her life.
Her breath burning in her chest, she went in. Her sandals were silent on the thickly carpeted floor. She realized that only half the lights in the room were on. The unlit ones looked black. Curious, she flicked the second switch, and the black bulbs glowed red. It made everything in the big gym sort of pink. When she turned off the white lights, the room looked as if it were drenched in blood.
Frightened, Suzy changed the lights to just the white she had started with. She was a foot inside the door, and could see the whole room. Which increased her puzzlement. There were mirrors, like in department stores-three mirrors set so they reflected a crazy endless jumble of images. Only the mirrors were bigger than any Suzy had ever seen in a department store. They were taller and wider. And, they were on wheels, so they could be moved around. There were some plain mirrors, too, also on wheels.
Against the wall to her right was a long couch, lushly upholstered in black velvet. Two easy chairs made it look like a cozy conversation area. There was a sturdy coffee table in the center. There was a stack of scrapbooks on the table.
Along the left wall were glass-fronted cases, on top of low bureaus. In the cases she saw all kinds of whips: black-snake whips, horse whips, a cat o' nine tails. There was also an expensive movie camera and a projector.
Suzy opened one of the drawers, then slammed it closed again. Then, blushing, she opened it slowly. It contained clothes. Some were leather, some were rubber. What had made her blush the most were the corsets and the outlandish bras with open-tipped cups, the lacy garter belts, and the outrageous panties. Everything was black.
All the drawers contained clothes. Some were for men. There was even a selection of black jock straps. Suzy shivered as the itch in her crotch got hotter and hotter. She closed the last drawer, and looked at the cabinet.
She suddenly felt as if she were going to fall. All her muscles went soft, and she had to steady herself on the bureau. Inches from her face, behind the glass, was a ... a plastic model of a boy's ... thing! More than one, in fact. There was a whole bunch of them. Cocks, that's what they were, plastic cocks. There was a wide range of sizes. Some were attached to small motors. One that was double-ended was bent into a U-shape. A few had straps, so they could be worn.
Weak and shivering, Suzy drew away from the display case. She was frightened by her urge to open the glass doors and touch the dildoes. Her eyes flicked from one cock to the next. Her cunt drooled into her panties and shorts. Her stomach was so tight it hurt.
She turned toward the coffee table and sofa and chairs, and circled them warily. She wanted to look at the scrapbooks, but was afraid to. As she walked across the room, she was amazed at how the sound of her footsteps was deadened by the thick carpeting, the soundproofed walls and ceiling. She suddenly realized that the room didn't have any windows.
Two pairs of doors in the end wall intrigued her.
Behind one set she found a huge tiled shower. There was no shower curtain to shield the shower from the main room. The shower head was one of the new-fangled ones that gave a pulsing spray and had a wide variety of settings. It was on the end of a long, flexible hose. With a shrug, Suzy closed the doors and moved to the other set.
They hid a sink, a toilet and a bidet. Hanging from the wall was an enema bag, and beside the bidet was an array of douches. Suzy was beyond surprise now. These all seemed rather normal anyway. Except that it would be impossible to close the doors if you wanted to use the toilet or bidet, because they were set right up against the sill.
Shivering a little, the teenage girl turned and closed the doors behind her. She gazed around the room, and felt the hot itch in her snatch growing again. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirrors and noticed the quick rise and fall of her tits inside her white blouse. She like to wear white. It set off her jet-black hair and deeply tanned skin. Her tits were getting bigger. They pushed impatiently against the blouse. Her shorts were getting a little too tight, too. They hugged the cheeks of her ass and showed the seams of her bikini panties.
She was starting to get hot looks from the boys at school now. Which made the forced exile to
Uncle Jack's all the more infuriating. Her folks couldn't take her to Europe with them, and didn't think she was old enough to be by herself at home. So, they had shipped her off to her only close relative, her mother's brother, a widower with one son-who, at sixteen, she was sure was too old to give her a second look. She didn't know anybody here at all. And Uncle Jack was real strict, too.
Suzy looked at the books on the table. The itch in her cunt had faded to a dull ache. She thought of the fake pricks in the case and shivered. What would the books have in them?
She was a virgin. Everybody she knew was a virgin. She had heard of people doing "it", but none of her friends ever had. The boys joked crudely about it, and bragged a lot, but that was all. She had been kissed on the lips a couple of times, and one boy had tried to feel her tits, but she hadn't let him.
She wasn't sure how "it" was done. She had heard talks, of course. Some of her friends had taken the Sex Ed. course, but her parents hadn't let her. Maybe next year, when she was older, they had said.
Two minutes after opening the top scrapbook, Suzy's crotch was on fire with lust. Three pages into the book she knew how to fuck and how to use the artificial pricks, too. Her shorts were a steaming swamp of cunt juices. Her titties were flaming points in her bra. Staring down at the open scrapbook, she yanked the buttons of her blouse open, took it off and threw it aside. It was followed quickly by her shorts, bra, and panties.
She caught sight of herself in the mirrors. It was enough to make her rip herself away from the scrapbook, and go over to the three reflecting panels. For the first time in her life she looked at herself, really looked at herself, naked.
She saw a slender, pretty girl. Her hands slid up and covered the gentle mounds of her boobs, felt the warm softness of them. She plucked her tits, pinched the hard nipples, felt hot sparkles burn outward from them. She rolled the sensitive nubbins and felt her cunt drooling with hunger.
Now she knew what the itch was, what she was hungry for. And she knew how to scratch the itch, how to feed the hunger.
She slid her hands down over her smooth teenage skin. Her fingers curved over the gentle roundness of her tummy, approached the sparse, nearly straight hairs of her snatch. Her hips shot forward. She pressed her soft cunt-lips. She slipped a finger into the hot slit, and shuddered from the blast of pleasure it gave her. She hadn't even penetrated her cunt-hole, only pressed the slithery petals of her slippery gash.
She saw herself full face in one mirror, saw her hand pressing into her crotch. She spread her feet slightly, humped her hips forward more. As she slid a finger into her tight twat, she felt a flimsy barrier move aside.
The hot walls of her cunt embraced her finger like wet velvet. She probed deeper into her hole, felt the rippled walls clutch and suck her finger. She moved her finger in and out of her twat. Biting her Up, she eased a second finger into her pussy. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate it. Her legs were shaky with lust. Her knees flexed slightly, spreading her thighs wider. The sight of her hand probing her twat increased her searing lust.
Her thumb discovered another pleasure point, high in the hair-framed crevice of her snatch. She twiddled the squirmy, slippery pearl, and was ravaged by searing flames. Her eyes blurred with tears of ecstasy as she watched her slender, naked body being penetrated. Her tight young titties shivered with her ragged breathing. She pinched her nipples with one hand while stirring her cunt with the other. She felt slippery juices flooding over her fucking fingers, smearing the satin-smooth insides of her thighs. Her hips jerked and twisted in a crazy rhythm.
Something fantastic was about to happen. It got closer and closer and closer. She pumped her fingers in her cunt, mangled her clit, kneaded her firm titties.
"GaaAAaaAAAH!" she wailed as her orgasm sucked the breath out of her lungs, forced it through her passion-knotted vocal cords.
With the fingers hooked deep in her cunt, she felt her crotch muscles clenching and unclenching. She felt hot waves of cum stream down over her hand. Her ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched as her orgasm pulsated through her.
"Ooooo!"
The sound of her soft sigh as her muscles relaxed startled her. She felt as if her insides were all mushy, as if the heat of her coming had melted her guts. She pulled her sopping fingers out of her cunt, and became aware of the rich smell of her lust. On shaking legs, she went over to the doors to the sink and toilet and opened them. After washing her hands, she sat on the toilet and washed her dripping snatch.
Drying her twat with a towel got her pussy all excited again. Her thighs shivered as she scrubbed her snatch, dragged and scraped her clit. Tensely, nervously, she stuffed the towel through the bar on the side of the sink, and headed back to the scrapbooks.
Sitting naked on the couch, she leafed through the first one some more. Her eyes got bigger, and her cunt got hotter. She crammed her fist into her crotch. Grinding her knuckles against her pussy, she licked her lips as she slowly turned the pages, and stared at photograph after photograph. Her tummy shuddered as her breathing got more and more ragged.
Suddenly she jumped to her feet. On unsteady legs, she moved to the mirror and dragged it to the couch. Then, nervously, she tottered the length of the room to the glass case loaded with fake cocks. Her hands shook as she opened the door. Her fingers danced over the biggest of the artificial peckers.
-Her lips working with a mixture of fear and arousal, her eyes glittering, she studied the lewd display of pricks. She picked up a carefully sculptured jet-black dick and fingered it, then put it back. Finally, she picked a long, skinny cock and held it up in front of her face. Her fingers stroked the rippled pink length of the artificial pecker.
Clutching it in front of herself, the naked girl went back to the couch. Sitting down, she turned to face the three mirrors. She lifted one leg to the couch, put the other on the coffee table.
The act made her crotch gape wide. She stared at it in the mirror. Her naked, slender, youthful thighs looked like twin highways leading to the black-fringed heart of her snatch. There, like a target, were the tattered pink ruffles of her inner cunt-lips. They were protruding hungrily. Below her snatch was the dark crevice of her ass.
Holding the plastic pecker with both hands, Suzy moved its tip to her twat. Sweating, she wedged the rounded end into her pink-petaled pussy. Her slender arms shivered as she slowly burrowed the head of the dildo into her snatch. She felt her cunt-lips being wedged open, saw the tip of the dick nuzzle into her streaming slit.
Her arms jerked involuntarily, and she winced as the pink prick stabbed her cunt. Her hips writhed and heaved. With one hand, she spread her hairy cunt-lips, and saw the head of the dildo digging into the tight entrance of her virgin channel.
Gritting her teeth, sweating with fear and arousal, she slowly thrust the dildo up into her hole. She felt a hot, burning sensation, then a tearing that both terrified and excited her. She gave the pecker a twist and a shove, and felt the thin tissue barrier of her virgin membrane shred.
With a hot, animal moan of pleasure, she rammed the long, thin rubber pecker into her boiling cunt, felt it slither in on her blazing waves of juices. She felt the walls of her cunt wrap themselves around the invader. She felt the rippled length of the fake dick slide deep into her box. She felt the head of it strike the end of her tunnel, and she pushed. She felt her tunnel stretch to take more and more of the long, lean dildo.
She stopped when she felt her cunt walls spasming around the hard, lean length of the fake prick. Letting go of the end of the artificial cock, she gazed at her image-in the mirror. Her belly was creased from her hunched pose. Her nipples were hard as rocks, stabbing peaks on her rounded boobs. One foot was hooked on the back of the couch, the other was against the stack of scrapbooks on the coffee table.
Protruding from her gaping cunt was the butt end of the dildo. A thin trickle of pink-tinged cunt juice coated her pale flesh. Spreading her cunt-lips, she surveyed the shattered remnants of her hymen, saw her oozing virgin blood.
Grabbing the skinny cylinder, she began to fuck herself with it. Her fingers slipping on the cunt-slick shaft, she drew it out, then drove it back into her hole. She felt her twat close behind it, then get driven open again as it pumped back into her. She watched the disappearance and reappearance of the comeand blood-smeared plastic piston in the mirror. She saw her hips jerking and heaving, saw the muscles in her gut knotting and shuddering.
Suzy felt herself climbing toward the blazing peak again. She pistoned the prick in her cunt faster and faster. The dull ache from her shattered virginity dissolved in the heat of her soaring ecstasy. She saw waves of juice pumping from her twat as she stirred the dick in her cunt. She had to fight to keep her eyes on the mirror because her mind wanted to shut out everything but the exquisite pleasure.
Her fingers began jerking and twisting the prick from side to side as well as up and down. Which increased her already blazing pleasure. A pink flush glowed on her belly, flowed steadily upward and outward from her hairy twat. Her hips bounced and heaved on the springy couch. Her tits jiggled and jerked as her whole body thrashed madly with lust.
She began to come again, and drove the fake cock deep into her crotch, tried to spear herself with its blunt head. Jamming it as far in as she could stand, she slowly twisted it. She felt its rippled shape tug at her foaming twat. Her whole body tightened into a straining knot as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave.
The naked teenager lay spraddle-legged on the couch for a long time. Her fingers held the dildo in her spasming snatch. Her eyes fluttered open, saw her reflection in the mirror, then closed as another heaving wave of pleasure racked her slender body. She jammed the rubber dick even deeper into her cunt.
Finally, the shuddering aftershocks faded and she went limp. Her cunt spasmed and clenched, forced out the stained dildo. A drop of pink juice started down over the pale globe of one ass-cheek. The heart of her snatch, in the depths of her sodden black pussy hair, looked red and angry. Her chest rose and fell evenly as she panted.
It took a monstrous effort to haul herself up off the couch and stagger toward the toilet. Leaning against the sink, she washed the bloody dildo clean. Then it was back to the bidet to bathe her burning crotch. Finally, she washed her juices and blood off her hands.
Naked, weaving unsteadily, she made her way to the dildo case and put the fake organ back. Carefully, she closed the glass door. After gathering up her clothes, and stacking the scrapbooks the way she had found them, she headed for the door.
Before turning out the light, she glanced around the room. She was sure of one thing: it was not a gymnasium. Most of the pictures in the scrapbook had been taken in the room. How the majority of the equipment was used was still a mystery to Suzy. Maybe the other scrapbooks would show. But it was getting late, and she didn't have the strength to examine the books any further.
Switching off the lights, she closed the door and locked it. Back in her uncle's bedroom, she dropped the key into the drawer where she had found it, then eyed the bed. It was one that had been in a good number of the photographs in the album. It was a huge bed with a canopy. Looking up, she saw that the canopy concealed lights, a mirror, and platforms for cameras.
Suzy wondered where her cousin fitted in. Did he know of his father's activities, or was Billy still innocent? Thinking of her tall, handsome cousin made Suzy's snatch drool. The fake cock had only whetted her appetite for the real thing.
Going to her own bathroom, Suzy bathed her cunt again, and then got into bed, still naked. Cousin Billy could wait until the next day. But she couldn't help but wonder what he and her uncle were doing right then.