Chapter 4
She had accepted the advances of several acceptable girls, but had always made her rendezvous with them in some out of the way place such as a hotel or motel that was located so far away that she wouldn't have any chance of meeting even any of the customers of the bar that she worked in. It wasn't until several ears later that she found one that she thought it would be safe to bring home. But she had other reasons also.
Betty was going on eight years old, and Paul was going on six, and she was twenty seven and fast moving toward twenty eight. And Ellen had enough sense to know that she did not have much time left. The young firmness of her body, which she depended on to make her living, was showing signs of beginning to fade. Right now, it was only her that noticed it, because she examined it every day in the mirror and with her hands, but it wouldn't be long before her bosses and the customers would notice it, and she would be replaced by a younger firmer girl. She had to make hay while the sun shined, because there was nothing else that she knew how to do.
She knew that she had to reap^ most of her harvest now before the fall and winter years came on. She didn't mind being a lesbian, in fact she loved it, but she was smart enough to know that there were very few people that would be willing to shell out cash for a worn-out lesbian's attentions.
Oh, she still had a lot of years to go before she would be that old and worn out, but she wanted to make sure that when the time came she would be prepared for it. And that was one reason why she finally broke down and brought a stranger home to meet her daughter.
She had been with the stranger before.
Enough times to figure that she could trust feer, so she had no qualms about bringing her Hito the house. Even if any of the neighbors saw them, so what. She was allowed to bring a friend home wasn't she? It was only her own _uilty conscience that forbade it before this. But this particular girl was something special.
Her name was Karen, and she was only about two years younger than Ellen, and she had been brought up in just about the same conditions as Carol had been. Of course, Ellen still didn't know anything about Carol's :onditions and the relationship between her and her son, but she did know that Karen had been so restricted by the tight reins that her family held on her that she was willing to do anything to break away from them. And the best part of it was, the family held everything back from her except money.
Karen's mother and father forbade her to go out with boys, and the reason was even .nknown to Karen, but they didn't enforce it by keeping her secluded, they used money as a bribe. She could have all the cash she wanted to do most anything that she wanted to do as long as it didn't involve boys. And Karen was afraid that they might catch her if she even talked to a guy and would cut off her allowance, so she complied. But the parents didn't say anything about girls. And Karen was just still young enough, and hot-blooded enough, to notice the little loophole in her parents demands.
Even if her parents had had a private eye following her, what harm would he find in her going home with a girl friend? Of course if the private eye had been following her long enough to find out where and under what circumstances she had met the girl friend, that might be a different story. But Karen still didn't think it would make that much difference. She figured that her parents might be actually pleased if they found out that she was making love to another girl rather than to a man. Somehow she got the idea that they would be jealous if a male stuck his thing into her, where they would just sit back and smile and relax if they found out that their daughter was getting her kicks with somebody that couldn't possibly make her pregnant. It was a confused, mixed-up situation, but that's the way it was, and after all these years of abstinence, Karen actually smiled as Ellen led her in the door and introduced her to her lovely young daughter and handsome young son.
But although Karen did take note of the good-looking boy, he was just a bit too small, and her eyes fastened on the deliriously bigger girl. Ellen was expecting that of course, and she made preparations for getting Paul out of the immediate vicinity. And Paul, being so much younger than his sister, was used to being sent to bed before her, and after meeting the pretty woman, he went about his ablutions and went to bed. A bit reluctantly though, because this girl somehow reminded him of Carol.
And while the three girls got together downstairs, getting acquainted with each other order to be prepared for what they all knew was going to happen, a very curious Paul was far from ready to go to sleep. This Karen, who leminded him so much of Carol, was something that he wanted to see more of.
At six years old, Paul was just naturally a little devil anyway. Maybe it didn't show too much on the outside of him, but it was there just as much as it is in any other six year old, whether it be a boy or a girl. He had long been out of the habit of having his mother take him up and wash and brush his teeth and put him in his pajamas, so now he was on his own. And although his mother thought that it was wonderful how the boy and the girl had managed to be trained so early, she didn't know that it would backfire on her in the long run.
There was no trouble about the three females downstairs getting together. Ellen and Karen knew what they were there for in the first place, and Karen had been clued in about Betty's willingness. It was only 'Betty, who was not sure whether the girl that her mother had brought home was just a guest or was going to be a part of a party. It didn't take her too long to find out though.
As soon as she saw how close her mother sat down next to the girl as she told Karen to go into the kitchen and make them some drinks, she knew that it was going to be a real party. When her mother said 'drinks' rather than coffee or tea or something like that, something was going to happen. The only thing was, although Betty knew that something was going to happen, she had never been let in on it. Her mother had explained to her that she had to go to bed as she had 'business' with this person, but her mother didn't know that Betty knew what kind of business it was, and she was very jealous about it. It didn't happen more than a couple of-times, but like Paul, Betty was strictly on the ball. The major difference was that after she had gotten the drinks, which consisted of a lot of whiskey and a little water* she was not asked to go up to the bed. •Something exciting was coming, and when she looked at the girl again and saw how really good she looked, the eight year old girl figured that a lot of coming was coming.
Of course, none of the participants downstairs noticed the pair of beady eyes that was watching every move they made from behind the railing at the top of the stairs. The only thing in their favor, was that Paul didn't leally know what was going on. It had been a long time ago, for a boy of his age, that anything had happened to him, and although he knew that something similar to his own happenings was going on downstairs, he didn't know just what it was. Unfortunately, his surreptitious peeking would eventually be discovered, and he would not find out what it was all about until much later. But it would be on his mind, and he would get belted by his mother first.
That was in the future, however, and there was nothing of that sort on his mind as he gazed at the scene below him. After his experiences with Carol, and the more or less minor experiences of seeing his sister get at least partially unclothed as she was being put to bed, the female body held little or no surprises for him. He knew that they were different, and he knew how they were different, but up until now, he had never seen how the females used that difference. The three females downstairs were to give him his indoctrination.
It soon was determined that it was two against one though, as it appeared that even Betty knew more about this than Karen did. Karen was lucky enough to have two expert instructors, and when she got started with them, she couldn't have cared less if all the private eyes were looking through the windows with all the movie cameras in the world. And although neither of the girls that were obliging her knew about her thoughts, they wouldn't have cared either if they did know. For this was not only a very lovely girl, but a very receptive and willing one.
This was a situation that Karen had only thought about in her wildest imaginative dreams, and in the dreams she knew just what to do. But now that it was real, it was here, it had come true, she was completely lost. She was at the mercy of these two wonderful people who she just knew would be able to take care of all of her needs. And Paul's saucer eyes watched from the top of the stairs as his mother and sister took care of the needs, and his six year old mind almost flipped and he had all he could do to keep from giving himself away right then and there.
As mentioned before, Karen had had previous experiences with Ellen in some out of the way places, but none of the experiences had been anything like this. The sessions had been too controlled, and although they had been highly satisfactory to Karen, they were rather mediocre to Ellen. It had been just a sort of feeling out period, and Ellen, not really knowing this girl, or if she could trust her, didn't really let herself go. She only went through the motions, but the inexperienced girl didn't know that. She thought that she Was having the time of her life. But now that she was here, and all emotions had been let loose and all caution thrown to the winds, she found out that she really hadn't learned a thing. Even the little girl was teaching her things that the bigger girl had held back, and Karen figured that maybe her parents had done the right thing after all by keeping her secluded from the male element. As far as she was concerned, she was in her proper element right now, and she just snuggled down onto the seat of the couch and let herself be entirely in the expert hands of these two probing females.
The drink that she had been offered went down smooth and warm and her belly seemed to have a glow in it even before the action started. It wasn't that she needed the drink, or even that Ellen needed it, but Ellen thought that it might be a good idea in order to loosen up any tensions that might remain. And the strong drink did its job. Karen was more than ready.
Ellen had been sitting very close to her on one side, and she liked that, but she found that she liked it even more when the little girl sat on the other side of her and was even closer. She was beginning to realize what Ellen meant when she had told her that her daughter was with it too.
Betty was just kind of waiting for a signal from her mother to start the action, and it wasn't long in coming. As soon as Karen finished her drink, Ellen took the glass from her hand and set it down on the end table next to the arm of the couch, and then reached over the back of the couch and put hef arm around her. But Betty didn't start her own attack until she saw her mother's hand cup itself over Karen's breast and begin to gently knead it. Karen's total acceptance of this act told Betty that it was all right to go ahead.
By this time, Betty was more than ready, and seeing as how her mother had started at the top, she figured that she should start at the bottom. There was no doubt that they would meet in the middle. And Karen only looked over at the little girl and smiled as Betty put her hand on the sild-encased knee. Karen was wearing silk stockings, and it was obvious that Betty was going to find out just how far up those stockings went, and what was above them.
Not knowing which one to concentrate on, Karen simply laid her head back and half closed her eyes and left herself at the mercy of the wonderful people that surrounded her. And she didn't realize, or couldn't care less, that they showed her no mercy.
Her mother had been a good instructor, and Karen was now reaping the benefits of that instruction, and she didn't know whether it was the hand that found its way into her blouse and caressed the flesh itself, or the hand that traveled unerringly up her thigh until it reached the point of no return that thrilled her most. It really didn't make any difference. She just sighed.
Paul felt a rising in his pants as he watched the proceedings even though he wasn't familiar with that particular kind of proceedings. All he knew was that there were bodies in action, and his own body felt as if it needed a little action. He knew though, that he was not invited to this party, and any action that he would require would have to be taken care of by himself. But as the action downstairs heated up, he didn't even think to take care of himself. The feeling of the end of his dick rising against the inside of his pajama pants only made him want to look closer.
He crept silently down the stairs until he was about in the middle of them before he figured that he would get caught if he went any further, but he was now close enough to see the details of what was happening. When he was at the top of the stairs. He could see what the hands on each side were doing to the girl in the middle, but by the time he had made his way down the stairs and stopped to look again, the scene had changed quite a bit.
The hand that had been inside the blouse was still doing the same thing, only now he could see -exactly what it was doing as the blouse was no longer in the way. Ellen had opened it all the way down the front and although she hadn't taken it off, it had been pushed apart so wide that it might as well have been off. And the girl had no bra under it. She didn't need one. The tits stuck out proudly and firmly and had no need of any kind of false support.
And the other end was almost as completely exposed as the top as Betty had pushed the dress up until it was wrapped around the waist, and it was now clearly indicated where the silk stockings ended. They appeared to be held up by elastic bands about halfway between the knee and the crotch, and although the crotch was still sheathed in silk, the small hand was under the silk and it would only be a matter of time before Paul would see if she looked like Carol down there.
Betty managed to push the panties down around Karen's hips, but that was as far as she got because Karen was so far gone by now that she didn't think to raise her ass from the couch to let them slide down further. But Betty's mother was able to see the difficulty and come to the - rescue: After all, she had greater things in mind herself.
Karen opened her eyes and seemed to be coming reluctantly out of some kind of a daze and looked over at Ellen as Ellen let go of the lovely breast and stood up. She stood in front of Karen and reached down and took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. And Karen was just like a rag doll as she stood there and let the two of them undress her.
All three of them had forgotten that the little boy existed as they worked into the fullness of the situation at hand, and Paul saw that there was no difference between this new girl and his old baby sitter as she first stood there naked, and then sat down to watch the other two strip for action. And it was the first time that Paul had seen his mother and sister completely naked, and. he finally got the idea that all girls, young or old looked the same with no clothes on. And he liked the way they looked.
But none of them knew that they were putting on a private peep show for a little boy, and chances are, by this time, they wouldn't have cared.- As a matter of fact, Paul probably missed his biggest chance, because all of them were in such a good mood that they would probably have invited him to join them if they knew that he was there. But they didn't, so they settled down to the business at hand, and even his mother would never know how big a little boy's eyes could get. Ellen, Karen and Betty wound up back in the same positions that they were in before, only now they had nothing to hinder them. And Karen once more lay back and relaxed as the two pros went to work on her. She wouldn't be able to relax for long though, as her body chemistry dictated that it must react to the actions which were being taken to stimulate it. She could only act the passive part for so long, and then, whether she wanted to or not, she would eventually have,to react.
And it quickly got to the point where her body wanted to give as well as to take, and her response only made the original aggressors more aggressive. It was Betty who actually caused the positive response ' though, as Ellen continued working on the breasts and only altered her method of operation by pulling the pretty face toward her and giving it a big kiss full on the lips. But they had done that before, and it may have been quite a thrill for Karen, but it was nothing like the thrill that the rest of her was getting as the little hand graduated from the thigh to the crotch.
Ellen couldn't see what was going on, but she knew the territory that Betty was working on and she could understand why her kisses suddenly. got a violent response. Instead of smooching with closed, puckered lips, Karen all of a sudden became the aggressor and threw her arms around Ellen and opened her mouth so wide that Ellen though she was going to bit her. But it wouldn't have mattered if she did, because Ellen was ready to bite back, and the two open mouths locked in a fierce struggle to see which would gain control over the other's tongue.
The whole thing of course was caused by the expert hand of the little girl who seemed to be trying to see how far she could get that little hand into the bigger girl beside her. Betty didn't realize of course that this girl was not like her mother. Her mother had been fucked many times and she had had a couple of kids, whereas this girl had had nothing bigger than a tongue inside of her: For all intents and purposes she was still a virgin, but not for long.
It was part pain and part passion that caused Karen to attack Ellen's mouth so violently, but Ellen's mouth was not only used to that, but also savored it. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in a situation such as this, and she was only glad, that she had a daughter that was capable of provoking the situation. But when she managed to gather her thoughts enough to see things clearly, she felt that she had better not let her daughter go too far.
She had let Betty put her hand almost all the way up into her own cunt, but she suddenly realized that Betty didn't know the difference between a new and a used cunt, and she knew that Karen's was a new one. Betty was doing a good job of getting Karen into heat, but if she went too far, she just might turn the whole thing around. A dick up a cherry was one thing. It would hurt, but it would not be as big as even an eight year old giril's hand.
Karen was sitting slumped down on the seat with her head against the back of the couch and her ass resting right on the edge. Ellen was more or less leaning across her as she worked on her mouth with her mouth and massaged the breast area with her hand, but she thought that it was time to change her position so that she could control her daughter's amorous advances.
She kept her arm around Karen's back, but pufled her closer to her so that her hand could reach all the way around and take hold of the far breast. And as she bent down to take the nipple of the near breast in her mouth, she could also see what her daughter was doing down below. And although she was wholly in favor of what her daughter was doing, she knew that she had to exercise some control over it because Betty was trying to do the things to Karen that she had done to her. And Ellen knew that it wouldn't work. At least not now.
But Ellen knew how to make it work, and she was anxious to do it so that both she and her daughter could find out what this nice girl felt like from the inside. An inside that no part of any other human body, male or female had investigated before. And right then, the girl that was the subject of their desires couldn't have cared less what happened to her. Karen was so far gone that she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between severe pain and excruciating pleasure. And between the three of them, they became so involved in their business that they didn't hear the groan of the little boy on the stairs as he felt the first wetness in his pants.
The potency of the fluid that erupted from Paul's dick would not have been enough to impregnate anyone, but it was the first time that he had experienced it, and he had all he could do to keep from crying out for his mother. Somehow though, he knew better. It was startling to him, but in a way he knew that it was nothing to be worried about. But he was still confused and at least a little bit worried, so he ran back up the stairs and irito the bathroom to have a better look at what had happened to him. He had shot his first load, and he felt better for it, but he was not prepared for it. He may have missed the rest of what went on downstairs, but he had definitely discovered something that was at least equally as interesting. And he would learn how to do it, and he would practice it for a long time.
The people downstairs didn't know, and couldn't have cared less at this point that the little boy had become a man, because they were too deeply involved in their own thing. Ellen had the ripe, juicy nipple firmly embedded between her lips and was doing such a good job of tickling it with her tongue that Karen was jumping around as if she had electric wires attached to her ass. But she saw how deep the fingers of Betty's hand were delving into the crack, and she knew that she had to control them before it was too late. Becuase although right now, all that Betty was doing was digging into the crack and feeling around the inside, she knew that she would ultimately find- the hole and try to get into it the same way as she did with her. And Ellen knew .that it wouldn't work.
Now it was time for Ellen to take over the job that her daughter had been doing, and she was sure that Betty wouldn't mind reversing roles as she knew how much Betty liked those big knockers. And she also knew that Betty was just about as much of an expert in the diddling of knockers as she was, and Betty also liked them as much as she did, so she had no trouble weaning her away from the weeping pussy and moving her upstairs. And Karen's already saturated body barely moved as the people on each side of her changed positions.
Karen's body was already stiff, as she tried to control the emotions inside of her, but it soon became evident to her that she had lost control. She tried to relax and let whatever was going to happen, happen but what was happening to her made her lose control and she would tighten up as if all of her insides were forming into a knot that was about to weak loose. She really didn't know how she felt or what she was going to do. The only thing that she did know, was that there was eventually going to be an eruption the likes of which she had never experienced before. Karen had experienced many eruptions of course, but most of them were self-induced, and a few of them were caused by the girl that was now about to make her have another one. But none of them would be able to equal the one that was coming up now. As the little girl sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, and the bigger girl knelt before her and tried to reach the place where the end of her vagina connected with the womb, and the lips worked over the puffy lips of the vulva at the same time, Karen felt as if she was the little girl who had walked through the mirror and found a whole new world. Everything was going so well, that it was Karen and Ellen and Betty in Wonderland.
This, however, was a real Wonderland, and it would only last as long as the participants were able to made it last. And since this was only the beginning, it was destined to last for quite awhile. Now that things were out in the open, even Betty was going to learn something.
Ellen loved the tightness that the hymen formed across the entrance to Karen's vagina, but she looked on it as a challenge. She had worked this same pussy over before, but it was just mostly the clit and the tender meat around it that she had worked on to produce the desired effect. Now there was nothing to hold back. Nothing to stop the emotions from running their course. Nothing to stop Ellen from getting a cherry.
Ellen knew of course that it wouldn't be the same thing as if a boy got the cherry, because a cherry remained a cherry whether the hymen was broken of not until the first time that a dick went into the vagina, but she didn't care about that. Ellen was mostly a lesbian, even though she would accept the advances of a man if he really appealed to her. She would not turn down a good offer from a male, but she was in her own environment when she was with a female. When she was with a male, she would just lay back and let him do the work, but when she was with a female, she would do so much work herself that the female would walk away in a daze. And this girl was already in a daze, and Ellen hadn't really started yet.
Paul missed it, and Betty found herself standing back and watching and learning as her mother really went into action. Ellen could not stand this sort of action but not really action anymore. The white hot body that she was working on caused a natural reaction in her own body, and she was finished with the Bungs that might be called foreplay. She was ready, and more than ready to get down to the real thing. And so was Karen.
Betty just sat back and watched in awe as her mother went to work. She had seen her Bother go to work before, but it Was not quite Ike this. It had always been good before, but it seemed that this time there was something extra special. She didn't know that her mother was going after that cherry, and that she would be required to assist her.
Ellen relinquished her position between Karen's legs just long enough to rise from her knees and take hold of Karen's knees. She maneuvered Karen around so that she was lying full length along the couch, and once Betty realized what it was that her mother had in mind, she had no need to ask questions. All she wanted to do was to get into a position where she could do something while she watched her mother. And that wasn't too hard, because her mother was working only on the lower part of the body, and the whole upper part was left to her.
Karen, in the middle, wasn't sure whether she was going to come, or piss or shit. She was going to do something. She had to do something. But she didn't know what it was as a young, eager mouth sucked so hard on her nipples that she thought that she was going to lose them, and at the same time, a mouth that was just as eager was trying to force its tongue through the small hole in an effort to reach her insides. And she wanted that tongue to reach her insides. Right now she wanted everything. She didn't know what she wanted, because she hadn't had the experience such as this before, but right now, anything would be all right.
Ellen felt the same way. She didn't like pain, but she would be willing to take it if it was in a good cause. She would give a pint of blood and not mind the feel of the needle going into her arm, and she figured that the breaking of a cherry would not be any more inconvenient than that, and she was just about right, because all Karen did was heave her body a little into the air as Ellen bypassed and stretched the hymen as she thrust the full length of her tongue into the hole.
So the hymen was broken. So what? It made a difference of course in the relations between her and other girls, like now, but as far as relations with men went, it didn't matter how big her hole was, she was still a cherry.
But that was no concern of the mother and daughter as they continued to make their guest feel at home.