Chapter 1
It hurt. Oh boy, did it hurt. That strap may have been only a thin little thing, but when it went across his bare bottom, it hurt like nobody's business. And Paul knew that he deserved it, but yet he couldn't understand why he deserved it. What was so wrong about a boy making love to his sister?
Of course he didn't really even know how to make' love, because he was only a twelve year old boy, but he was beginning to get the instincts, and his fourteen year old sister had everything that a twelve year old boy could dream about in his bed at night.
Betty was really stacked. Not quite as stacked as those models that he drooled over in the ads when they were advertising girls underwear, but she had all that was needed to attract his attention. And the best part of it was that she didn't really mind the attention. Betty had a problem that she didn't know how to cope with, but she was willing to do most anything to try to resolve it. And one of the things that she did was to let her brother do what he wanted to do. And that was what eventually caused her brother to get the strap.
Ellen was the mother of Paul and Betty, and Ellen had problems of her own. They wouldn't have been too much if the father hadn't disappeared just after Paul was born. Ellen had no idea what happened to him, but in a way she could understand it. He wasn't the type that could take on responsibilities, and he couldn't hold down a steady job. It had been all right when there were just the two of them, but when Betty was born, Ellen could see the signs of panic in him. He was just not built to be a family man, and when Paul was born, he panicked completely. And Ellen was left with the two kids.
Now Ellen had a problem herself, if it could be called a problem, ever since she was a child. She didn't find out until her later years that her mother had not bothered to marry her father, but that was the least of her problems. She found out that her mother was a lesbian, and she herself was the result of just a one shot deal when her mother had gotten drunk and allowed a man to make love to her.
It was obvious to Ellen right from the beginning that her mother didn't really want her. She went through a parade of baby sitters that was so long that she couldn't even remember them. And she moved from one house to another and lived with so many different people that the whole thing became confused in her mind. But one thing that she did recall, was that all of the people that she stayed with were women. During her formative years, she didn't even know what a member of the opposite sex. looked like.
That might be carrying it a little far, as she did. see men and boys on her occasional visits to the outside world, but she never had any direct contact with them. She had never been bounced on a male knee, or had her ribs tickled by a male hand, or heard a male voice whispering in her ear that her socks were falling down. All of her contacts were just as self-sexed as her mother was. And although her own mother didn't really do anything with her, her mother didn't object as her female friends took advantage of her.
Ellen grew up with the soft, cuddly feeling of warm, intimate female hands caressing her body, and since she didn't know any different, she enjoyed it to the fullest. There were even some of her mother's friends that went further than just rubbing her little chubby legs and winding up with their fingers in her panties. And it turned out that those were the ones that she liked best.
Especially as she grew older, and was beginning to feel the comforts that her body could provide. From the time she was born, until she was about eight years old, Ellen knew nothing but female, female, female. She knew the female body intimately. And she knew just what to do to make that female body go off into all different directions. She learned how to use her hands and fingers to the best advantage, and it wasn't too long before she graduated to the use of the tongue.
Her mind was strong, and she could remember things from way back. She could remember when she was just a little baby, laying on the bed kicking her legs in the air as she watched the two people beside her. It seemed that she always knew about that thing between her legs, as everyone that she came in contact with wanted to see it or feel it or even kiss it. And sometimes the kisses were so. long-that it sent little shivers all through her. And she watched fascinatedly so many times that she couldn't even begin to count them, as her mother and a whole lot of other girls kissed each other there. It was only a matter of time before she herself would be broken into the act.
And Ellen couldn't remember that either. She couldn't recall the first time that she had tasted a pussy, because she couldn't have been more than a couple of years old. And she couldn't remember whose pussy she first tasted. But what difference did it make? A pussy is a pussy. She would taste them all, but she did know that she didn't care for some of them. Some smelled nice, and some didn't. And the ones that didn't were really bad. But she soon learned to live with it, because her mother began to proudly show her off to her girl friends, and every time a new girl came to the house, her mother wanted to show off her talented daughter. If the girls had taken a bath before they came, everything was all right. If they didi^t, Betty learned to hold her nose and just use her tongue. Eventually, it didn't matter. She got so used to it that she could even stand the pussy smell.
At about the age of eight, she got her first shock, but it was rather a pleasant one. The boy that gave her the shock cautioned her afterwards not to tell anybody about it, but she didn't need the caution. Her mother had told her countless times to stay away from boys. She had told her all about the evils that could come from associating with them, but Ellen soon found out that her mother had neglected to tell her about the good points.
The boy, who was a couple of years older than Betty, was not at all bashful. He knew about girls, but he didn't know about Betty. He just naturally assumed that she knew about boys as he unzipped his fly. It happened in the yard in back of her house. She had been playing back there by herself, and the boy must have been walking along in front of the house and spotted her down the alleyway. He knew her from school, though he didn't know her very well. She had always been rather aloof from the other kids, but he didn't think that there was anything wrong in going back and talking to her. After all, she was pretty nice.
The people that she was living with at the time, which were two women friends of her mother, took great pains to keep him away from what they called undue influences, but this was one time that one of the undo influences managed to sneak past their watchful eyes. Of course he didn't do it intentionally, because he had no idea of what was going on with the little girl.
Ellen herself was curious about the opposite sex, so she welcomed this opportunity to get a little learning in on the side, and she took him way down to the back of the yard behind some hedges where they couldn't be seen from the windows of the house. She knew what would happen if she was seen playing with a boy, even though it might be strictly innocent play, so she figured that what her guardians didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
There were a couple of things that actually encouraged the boy to go ahead with what he had in his mind anyway. In the first place, the very fact that she led him down to the back of the yard where they would be out of sight was encouraging. Of course he didn't know the real reason for it, so he read his own reasons into it. Also, by this time, Ellen had no real sense of propriety. When she was in the house, it didn't matter how she sat or dressed, and as often as not, she wouldn't dress at all. She had been thoroughly cautioned about how she should act in school, but she was not in school now, and as she sat down on the ground behind the hedges facing him, she didn't realize what the sight that she presented to him was doing to him.
The weather was warm, so she had the minimum of clothes on anyway, and when she sat down and spread her legs out on the grass in front of her, the short skirt and the skimpy panties didn't leave much to the imagination. And the boy had a vivid imagination anyway, so it wouldn't have taken even the amount that she displayed to set him off. Of course he figured that that was what she was looking for anyway, so he had no scruples about displaying even more than she did. He was sure that she would quickly be joining him.
His anticipation caused him to ready for anything, and by the time he had delved into his pants and maneuvered the boy meat out of the opening, it was so hard that she would think for a long time that that was the way it always was. When she saw the size of it, she was vaguely wondering how a big thing like that inside of a boy's pants could have escaped her attention for so long. It seemed that she should have at least noticed a lump down there. But those were only fleeting thoughts. She was rapidly getting into the condition that he had thought she was in all the while.
Cunts had long been old hat to her, but this was something new, and she found that it was affecting her quite differently. As the boy approached her with the big thing sticking straight out and right about on a level with her face, she began to feel a tingling between her own legs. As he stood between her outstretched legs and she could see the red end of it with the little crack running down the center, there were no doubts in her mind as to what she was expected to do. And she was so used to sex by now, that she didn't hesitate.
Although she had only known females up to now, she had seen some pretty big clits, and she had taken care of them with no trrouble. This however, even though it vaguely reminded her of a clit, was big enough to give her some trouble. However, she was game, and as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, the boy merely lowered his ass a little in order to hit the target, and then moved right in.
Ellen didn't really know what she was expected to do at first, but she soon found out that it wasn't necessary. He knew what to do. Once her lips were sealed around the shaft, he reached down and held her head in his hands and his hips started to move slowly back and forth. She felt the hot, hard meat moving back and forth between her lips and inside her mouth, and in the beginning she was really enjoying it. It was when his motions became a little more vigorous that she began to have a few qualms. Even the biggest clits had never reached so far back into her throat, and she was beginning to gag a little.
But Ellen wasn't one to complain, and besides, she found that he wasn't holding her head so tightly that she couldn't move it back a little when he got a bit too rambunctious. Also, the boy began to realize that this girl wasn't as knowledgeable as he had thought, and he took it as easy as his bursting dick would allow him to. He had enough sense to realize that if he muffed it this time, there might not be a next time, and this little girl was so pretty that he wanted a lot of next times.
Ellen had had enough experience with girls to know when something was about to happen, and now it appeared that boys gave out somewhat similar symptoms when they were about to have their release. His movements became jerky, and she could feel the trembling in his legs, and she knew that she was about to sample the male offerings. It didn't bother her though, because she had sampled so many body offerings that she was used to them. She was actually anxious to see what difference, if any, there was between the male and female.
When it finally did come, she really didn't get to distinguish between the two. When the female came, it just sort of flowed out, and there was no problem in being actually inundated with it, but this was surprisingly different. He pulled back until only the head of his dick was between her lips, and then let go. And she was not expecting the way it squirted out, sprayed the whole inside of her mouth and even went all the way back into her throat. She found herself trying so hard to swallow it before it began to leak out of her mouth, that she was almost gagging again.
But she got it down. All of it, and as the boy stepped back with a satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at her, she couldn't help smiling back at him. She didn't mind this boy business at all. But she was unaware that there was a lot more to it than that.
Ellen didn't learn any more that particular day though, because what came next was something that she was thoroughly familiar with. She was a bit disappointed as she lost sight of the big meat as he tucked it back into his pants, as she wouldn't have minded doing a little further investigating, but she didn't resist as he reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
This may have been the first time that a boy had done this to her, but she was so used to it that it didn't make any difference as he knelt down before her and lifted her dress up. In fact, she had been through this so many times that she didn't hesitate to hold the dress up as she felt him fumbling beneath it for the tops of her panties.
And she was evert more disappointed when he finally pulled them down to her shoe tops to find out that all he wanted to do was look and get a little feel. The sensation that had developed inside of her demanded more, but she didn't know how to go about demanding it from him. All he was doing was working her up to a fever pitch by running his hands up and down her legs and spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and tickling the inside and then reaching around in back and savoring the soft smooth feel of the flesh of the cheeks of her ass.
She was beginning to feel like she wanted him to go, so that she could go into the house. She knew that inside the house there were two people that would do a much better job on her, and the people would be happy to see that she was really in the mood. Of course, she wouldn't tell them how she happened to be in that mood. One slip of the tongue, and she was fully aware that she would never see this boy and his wonderful male meat again.
That first session with the opposite sex couldn't have lasted a half hour, if that long, but it changed Ellen's whole life. Not that it dissuaded her from doing the things that she had always been doing, but she found out that there were indeed other things to do, and from what she knew of them so far, she felt that they would prove to be very interesting. She hadn't thought of making arrangements with the boy to see him again, but she was pretty sure that he would be back.
There is not too much need to recount the various episodes that took place in Ellen's life as she progressed from her pre-teens to her teens, and even on upward, except to say that that first meeting in the backyard made a definite change in her thinking.
There were many more secret meetings of course, with the same boy, and with other boys, but her home life still remained the same. She might have developed a sincere interest in the opposite sex, but her loyalties remained with the members of her own sex. After all, it had been born and bred into her.
Somewhere along the line, she couldn't remember just where, her own mother just seemed to fade out of the picture. She didn't see her too often anyway, and never knew when the next time she would see her would come. And the meetings became few and far between, until eventually there were no meetings at all, and Ellen didn't even realize it until she had not seen her mother for over a year. But she had so much female company during that time, that she didn't notice her mother's absence.
Ellen grew up so beautifully that she had no trouble finding people that wanted her to live with them. Actually, she didn't have to find them, because they were all fighting over who would get to take her. Therefore, she wound up sharing many different households, and it was the same thing in each one.
Although she was always well taken care of wherever she went, she began to realize that there was something missing. There was never any real love. It was merely the physical attraction of her sponsors that made them take such good care of her. And as she made her way slowly and uncertainly through her lower teens and into her upper teens, she found that physical attraction was beginning to mean a lot to her also. She no longer was willing to take anything that she could get. She preferred the younger, prettier girls. And there were plenty of them. She found that she could take her choice.
And she thoroughly enjoyed being with the best of the willing girls, but she also had more and more contact with males, and she was enjoying that also more and more. Eventually, as she began to reach the age where she could be on her own, she became torn between what she wanted to do, which was to keep up her relationship with the members of her own sex, or do what she now knew that she should do, and go over to the enemy side.
She really wanted to get more involved with the male, but she hated to give up what she had. She knew that it would be of little use to try both at the same time, because if she got serious about a boy and he found out that she was also a lesbian, it would probably queer the whole thing. The same thing went in reverse, because most of the girls that she went with would drop her like a hot potato if they knew that a dick had been in the thing that they were eating.
It was quite a dilemma for awhile, but she knew that she had to make up her mind pretty soon. And when she finally did, when she was about eighteen years old, she decided in favor of the opposite sex. She finally had met a guy that she really liked, and the reason for her liking him that much proved to eventually be her undoing.
He was a couple of years older than her, and he was very goodlooking and could give her everything that her girl friends could not. He was well hung, and he knew how to use what he had. She found that out long before she agreed to marry him. But he was a very weak character.
In the beginning, and as a matter of fact for quite a while after, that was the main attraction. Ellen had been dependent on others for so long, that she unconsciously longed for a chance to assert her independence. She was looking for someone that was even weaker than she was so that she would be able to exert some influence. This looked like the perfect chance for her,, and she took advantage of it.
She married him. He was only twenty, and he was eighteen. She was just old enough so that she didn't have to have anybody's permission, and as soon as they were married, she made sure that they moved out of town so that they wouldn't have anyone around that might give away her background.
They settled down in a fairly small town a few hundred miles away, and things went along pretty well for awhile. He had a pretty good job, and was able to take care of them all right, but she could very soon see the handwriting on the wall. He didn't like to work. He only did it because he knew that he had to either support her or he would lose her. And he didn't want to lose that fabulous body. It was only a physical attraction from the start, but after awhile, when they had gotten so used to each other, even that began to get tenuous. Ellen figured that a baby might bring them closer together.
She couldn't have been more wrong. When the baby girl, which they named Elizabeth but called Betty was born, her husband seemed to draw even further away from her. For almost two years, he hardly even looked at the baby, and their sessions in bed became fewer and further between. She realized her mistake, but there was nothing she could do about it now. As much as she would have liked to get rid of him, there was still the baby to consider, so she made the best of it. Then one day it happened. She found out that she was pregnant again. That's when the panic hit.
Her husband had the decency, if you could call it that, to stick around until the second baby was born, but the signs had been getting stronger and stronger, and she was not at all surprised when he failed to come home from work one day. And she wasn't surprised when she called up his employer to find that he had not even shown up that day.
She didn't know whether to be glad or sad. Things had deteriorated between them so much that she found that she wasn't sorry that he was gone, but she would sorely miss that weekly paycheck. How would she be able to take care of herself and two small babies and the house now? She wasn't averse to going out and getting a job herself, but what would she do with the kids?
Betty was only about two years old, and Paul hadn't even been weaned from her breast yet. So there was no way that she could leave them in a day-care center, or even with neighbors while she was gone all day. The only thing left for her was welfare, and as much as she hated to do it, she had to. She promised herself that as soon as the kids were old enough, she would go out and get a job. But meanwhile, she was desperate. There was only a few hundred dollars in the bank, and as soon as the monthly bills came in, there would be nothing.
The. state seemed only too glad to help her out, and although she did feel a bit guilty about taking the money, she didn't feel too guilty as that's what the money was for, and there was nothing else that she could do. It wasn't by choice that she was in this kind of a fix, although when she thought back, she realized that deep down inside of her, she knew what was coming. Anyway, she managed to get along all right for the next couple of years.
When she figured that it would be all right to leave the kids with someone else for awhile, she started to look around for a job. With her looks, and her willingness, it didn't take her too long to find one. But here again, she would have to resort to subterfuge. The job would pay very well, and it would enable her to get off of welfare, but it wasn't the type of job that her neighbors, and especially the ones that were taking care of her children, would approve of. She was to start as soon as possible, as a topless waitress. She had all of the necessary qualifications.
And as far as she was concerned, it was perfectly all right. She had been nude in front of people for so long that this would be like a vacation, but she also knew that the morality of the general public frowned on it. Especially the matrons that lived in her area. They might not think anything of doing things in bed with their husbands, or possibly somebody else's husband, but the thought of it being done in public was something else. Who wants to live next door to a topless waitress? Not a woman with a husband with straying eyes. And what husband doesn't have straying eyes?,But Ellen also knew , that there were plenty of women with straying eyes. Both for the male sex and for their own sex, and she had no doubt that she would meet a lot of both in her new job.
It didn't make any difference to her though, because she was thoroughly used to both of them. She could handle any. propositions that she received. She knew how to reject them when necessary, and also how to accept them if she thought that that was what she wanted. And by now, after a couple of years of nothing, she was ready to at least look over the prospects. She wasn't, even surprised to find out how soon the prospects started to come in when she was only on her first day on the job.
The thing that really got her though, was that she had more offers from women than she had from men. Not really out and out offers, but just little subtle smiles and cautious winks that said 'I'd like to see more of you.' And there wasn't too much more that she could show, but she understood.
She didn't accept anything the first night, but she kept her eyes open. If she was going to do anything at all, she certainly wasn't going to do it for love, and she watched for the free spenders. But they had to be at least decent looking free spenders. She was looking for money, but she wasn't going to reach down into the gutter to get it.
Ellen was a beauty herself, and she just naturally gravitated toward the beautiful people, but she soon found out that there weren't too many beautiful people that patronized that sort of a place. Most of the men were old and bald, and just looking to get their last few vicarious kicks, and most of the women were about the same. Some of the old fat ones were just trying to recapture their youth, and some of them were obviously lesbians, or had lesbian tendencies. And after about the third night, Ellen was getting a little disgusted. If it wasn't that she needed the money so bad, she would have walked out of there in a minute. But on the fourth night, she was glad she had stayed.
Things went as usual up until about an hour or so before she was due to get off, and then was when she realized that she was getting some extra attention. Sitting off by herself at a small table at the side of the room, was a woman that she had noticed before. Only she had previously been in there with a male companion. She was very nice looking, although a bit older than Ellen, and she was very expensively dressed. Ellen noticed that quite a few single males were trying to catch the woman's eye, but she paid no attention to them. She just smiled a little broader each time that she caught Ellen's eye.
But she didn't say or do anything else, and didn't even try to get Ellen to come to her table to serve her. She seemed to be content to just look, but Ellen was used to those looks from away back, and she knew that that wasn't going to be all there was to it. The woman had something on her mind, and Ellen wouldn't mind finding out what it was. It was just' possible that, she was a rich woman that was looking for a playmate. And if the price was right, Ellen wouldn't mind playing with her at all.