Chapter 4

Sinking deep for the second time that day in a cloud of white billowing hot suds, watching her exquisitely lovely body settle down in the warmth of the tub, Lisa relaxed. It felt good on her skin, sitting in all that balmy bubble bath, thinking of all the things she'd resolved just a few minutes ago, with her nifty fingers in their favorite spot, the button-toy of a clit that gave her so much real down-to-earth pleasure.

What else can you do when you have a twitching twat that seemed to live a life built around her fingers and those super-cute tits that got all hard at the mere thought of cock? No more acceptance of the social position that only imprisoned her. No more passive little idiot accepting other people's standards. Her life was her own, to do with as she pleased, from now on.

And it was all normal. I mean, she thought, people fucked every day of their lives. It was like eating, like going to the bathroom. Another body function. No need to make a big issue of it. Fucking was healthy too. It was splendid exercise and a real up way of beginning the day. That repression bullshit just made you want the stuff more. The more that was made of the whole thing, the more you wanted to experience it for yourself.

But her fingers' aimless dawdling with her clit had already set in motion a whole series of reaction within her body. The thinking chain stopped; there were more urgent things to consider, like what the hell to do about her hard nipples and her jewel-box of a cunt, from which all manner of miraculous thrills went shooting through her lithe body.

Why, take care of it, of course! She didn't have to be told that!

Gracefully, with loving care, she gently squeezed the hard nipples using only the very tips of her long fingers on those very tender orbs of delight. No matter how many times she touched those nipples in the past, every time seemed like the first time. The same sense of exhilaration, the same body-shaking invigorating thrill. Like a small electric current. No energy crisis as far as Lisa's body was concerned. Just touch her tits and sparks flew.

Harder and harder they got as she fondled them affectionately. And still harder yet. Superhard, so that they felt warmer than the water, and so responsive. This was something she really enjoyed, making love to her own body, taking as much time as she needed. Unhurried. She had the whole day ahead.

She kissed her gracefully formed shoulders, her soft lips just brushing the surface, like the wings of a small bird, her tongue flicking out, time and again, to lend just that extra bit of attention to the velvet-smooth skin. Painstakingly slow, she reached the downy petal smooth inside of her elbow. Then she started all over again, kissing her way back to the starting point, bringing her shoulder up so that it rubbed against her cheeks, opening her mouth and gently biting herself. This felt so very good, and for the first time in her life, she felt absolutely no guilt about what she was doing either.

Up and down both shoulders she went a couple times, then brought the tips of her sensitive fingers up around each tit under her arms, playing with the soft stubble of her armpits, the faint trace of peach fuzz that she needed to shave only once a week or so. This set her all atwitter with a frantic urgency in the very depths of her all-excited cunt.

She lifted one long beautiful leg clear of the water, and with her right hand gracefully caressed the wet skin, feeling the passionate tenderness flowing out of her fingertips into her lovely limbs. Down the outside of her thighs to her dainty knees and captivating calves, right down to the heel. On this she used a pumice stone, erasing any trace of the minutest callous. Hers was the perfect body and she aimed to keep it that way as long as humanly possible. No early going to seed here. She believed the body was the most beautiful gift for any woman; keeping it that way only necessitated a little effort on her part.

The major part of her body clean, Lisa turned her attention to the passion raving down inside her. Again her clever little hands found the hard nipples of her orange bud titties. They were nice and solidly hard, horny hard. Just the way she liked them. Touching them that way felt so good! It sent her body to shuddering from pure simple delight.

What wouldn't she give to have that big gardener right there in her bathroom, with those very talented hands of his? Sharing her bath. Why they could even fuck right in the tub. That would be ideal. That way she could slide the door open and look at the action in the mirrored wall of her dressing area.

Thinking about her gardener and the way he inflamed her greedy body, brought her right back to her rosebud-tight asshole and the sudden rush of delight that pounded her head when he had stuck that long wet tongue of his into it. Her gardener lover had made love to her asshole. That it could be so sensuous had never occurred to her before. Her gardener had opened a whole new world of pleasure to her. But now she was liberated. There was no need to be squeamish about that. This was what liberation meant to her. Do what you want as long as it pleases you, and doesn't hurt others. She was going to do just that.

With the kind of vivid imagination Lisa had developed of late, it didn't take too much effort to go from thought to action. Merely thinking about the gardener had set her asshole to twitching almost as much as her twat was. Thanks to him, and his patience with a novice, she now had two glory holes, two pleasure palaces. How could she ever tire of this new game? When all that was required was to switch from one hole to the other.

But that thought should have occurred to her before. Her cunt and asshole were so close together, they just had to be equally, or almost anyway, satisfying! To have gone so long without even suspecting! Now she was going to make up for that!

Up from the tub she got. An eighteen-year-old version of Aphrodite rising from the sea, in all her glory, the bubble-bath suds clinging to her body like foam from angry waves: a picture of sheer innocent loveliness. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror lining one complete wall of her dressing room. By tilting the ones opposite, she found she could have a three dimensional picture of everything. A thousand mirror images of Lisa were all looking back at her, all showing that divinely sweet body of hers, the flat stomach, the beautifully carved, hard-as-hell titties, the round-as-a-quarter, brown prominent nipples, the fine blond bush so daintily curled about the entrance to her tunnel of a cunt, soft and pliable, her long lithe legs and, more than ever, the meticulously molded firm asscheeks, curving out from her erect back. What a package, everything in the right place, in just the right proportion. Jacqueline Bisset, eat your heart out!

For the umpteenth time that day, she was aware of how beautiful she really was, and the sort of effect that could have on men. Let the voyage of discovery begin, she said to herself. This time she was really going to explore her entire body, from top to bottom. Standing sideways, with her chin in the air, her back straight, her limbs hanging loose at her side, she could have taken the place of any of of those high-fashion models in Paris. Her eyes, alert and darting from mirror to mirror, kept telling her the same thing, as she slowly turned her head to one side, up over a shoulder, tilting her head so that the light caught her face, she finally looked back over her shoulder until her eyes came to rest on the outcropping of overhanging flesh that was her ass. Try as she might, she just couldn't take her eyes off that ass of hers. One awakening and bingo, that was the part of her body on which everything seemed to be concentrated.

Look at that ass! See Lisa look at her ass! See Lisa touch it!

Up on tippy toes to have a better streamlined effect, she ran her fingers lightly across the glossy skin, playing for a moment with the two cute dimples, in the small of her back, just where it ran into her ass. Goose bumps covered her entirely. This new game was definitely one helluva turn on. How stupidly careless of her not to have discovered this avenue of sensuality before!

But, what was it truly and actually like between that crack that only concealed the inner workings? That was one thing that she wanted to find out immediately. Still looking over her shoulders, eyes glued to her sexy asscheeks, she reached back there with both hands and gently parted the crack. Not much to be seen from that angle. It was all wrong. Try another one, Lisa!

Slowly, eyes still on that new toy, she straightened her frame and bent her back, hands resting on her knees. This was so much better, for her asscheeks were now ballooned out behind her. Still she was right up against the mirror. Perfect.

Balanced on her toes, Lisa reached both hands behind her and deliberately spread that delicious ass of hers wide, slowly, prolonging the action as much as possible, parting the curtain on yet another avenue of delight for her insatiable appetite.

This was fun! Her biggest discovery since that day when she stumbled on the excruciating pleasure that could be derived from her cunt and her little tender clit. Wow! What she could do with this new innovation! Why, she could play with both holes in tandem! Or one after the other! Or whatever she liked!

For the first time she watched the pink fleshy asscheeks come apart, rounded globes of her own flesh, hiding the tight rosebud asshole that the gardener had brought to life with his agile tongue, a deeper pink, tightly sphinctered entrance to excitement. The whole thing was intoxicating, to say the least. That oh-so-tight hole, at the top of her long, slender legs, her spirit soaring under the newly found source of energy. Like some absurdly funny pantomime in which she was the principal actress, there was no way she could tear herself away from this new highway of delight. This was almost like writing a poem to her ass.

Yet even during the exploration of her ass and the goodness beyond, Lisa continued to be aware of the pangs of passion arising from her titties. These two super-hard organs were really turned on, too. Her entire body was reacting, for her neglected cunt was wetter than ever, anticipating what was about to happen.

But there were all sorts of ways to play the violin of a newly discovered pleasure. Spread your legs, Lisa, get a better view! Do a high kick, like a cancan dancer at the Moulin Rouge! Crouch, like a football player awaiting the snap. Put one leg up on the dressing table counter, on a chair, on the other knee, like a flamingo standing in shallow water. Up on tiptoe with her hands held high above her head, she whirled and pirouetted. All the time she was concentrating so much on her ass and the itching there. Just knowing that something had to be done about it. It was begging to be touched in a way it had never been touched before!

That urgency, that pressing desire to satisfy this new boulevard of excitement, was simply too much to put off any longer. Just like she'd done with her lovely pussy so many times before, she cautiously played the entrance to that hot hole with the extreme tip of her finger. Getting the muscles all relaxed and easy, relieving all the tension built up there by her preamble to the main event. But there was something quite unlike playing in her puss. The hole was tight, true, but there was no lubricant to ease the way. The ass did not juice up like the pussy did! It was totally different kettle of fish, this ass.

So this ingenious girl stuck the finger in her mouth, wetting it good and proper with all that hot spit. This time she was all ready. Once more into her hot asshole she went. This time the muscles gave way willingly to her finger. It went in all the way up to the first joint. And not an ounce of pain. It was better than she had thought, this new game.

So why not a little wriggling around? To test things a bit. Slowly, she began to move the finger around and around, loosening up those tight muscles that just enjoyed grabbing her finger, holding it fast. This was nice, very nice indeed. But what she needed most was a better lubricant. And more of it.

She ambled over to the bathroom cabinet with its storehouse of goodies, all the time keeping the swaying movement of her buns in view. Searching around, among all the jars there, she came up with some cold cream. Just what the doctor ordered.

Daintily, as if she was frosting a cake, she dabbed the tip of that pleasuring finger into the jar, and then, deciding to go whole hog, she plunged her entire finger into the goo, coating it well. Just at that moment, as if collaborating with her decision, her asshole went mad with delight, twitching in wild anticipation like it had never done before!

And Lisa was not about to disappoint that flaming hot hole either! There was too much at stake! She'd gone too far to back out now. The die was cast; her asshole would be pleasured until she could take it no more. Then she'd switch to her soaking wet hot porthole of a quivering cunt. From one wholesome hole to the next. And back again, if it so pleased her. And why not? Wasn't it her body, to do with as she very well pleased?

With that thought in mind, she arranged her body on the floor, right up against the mirror (she wanted to see every bit of this so she'd have it etched in her mind when she told her-squeamish high-class friends about it). This wasn't quite the position she'd hoped for, so a quick switch brought her legs up on the mirror, with her body at right angles to it. That was infinitely better. Just spread the legs now, as wide as they would go. Perfect. Not only her ass, but her beautiful muff was in full view. And all by just looking over the little mound formed by her titties. What more could she ask from her agile body! Tits, cunt, ass! All in a straight line! Wow!

She paused only momentarily to give her warm wet receptacle of a cunt a quick once-over, and was struck by. the beauty of her box. So delicate and pink-looking, such exquisite folds of skin and filmy membranes, and all glistening with the juice of nature's own lubricant. Were it not for the urgent itching of her own asshole, Lisa would have dropped "Project Backdoor" right then and there to concentrate on that most lovely of cunts.

Without further hesitation, she brought her lathered finger right to the lips of her twitching asshole, with the tip just resting against the tight muscle. Trembling with delight, she slowly introduced, first one joint, then the second, finally the third into the tunnel. Her asshole just seemed to relax suddenly and . . . And her entire finger was up that channel before she could even say "Jack Robinson!" And not an inch of pain!

Why the hell hadn't she thought of that avenue of delight before! It felt almost as good as playing with her own pussy. More rewarding in a way since she could get her whole finger in, with the aid of a little cold cream, without the risk of breaking that hated cherry-film guarding that entrance.

No siree! Her asshole was a thoroughfare of delight without an inconvenient membrane to prevent her fullest pleasure. It was all so simple. Why, oh why, hadn't she thought of it before! She thought of all those hours of purest pleasure she'd missed out on! Now, right now, she'd begin to make up for them!

This was so much fun, just having that finger in her ass. Lying there, flat on her back, seeing the way her ass muscles formed a little mouth-like pout around her finger as she slowly pulled it out of the channel. This was a first-rate thrill, the way that tingling tube of flesh grabbed on her finger, not wanting to ever let it go. Her ass wanted that finger inside permanently!

And, then, such pleasure as she slowly eased her coated finger back into the throbbing hole. In and out, in and out, each time she did it, she felt better. The rewards were greater than before. And the effort, minimal. All she had to do was keep that finger sliding out of her ass; each time the greedy muscles sucked it in again. No kidding, she could experiment like this every hour, on the hour. It was heaven, playing with her own eighteen-year-old ass like this. Free from any worry. No complication whatever.

And what about wiggling her finger around? A small variation on the main theme of in and out, in and out. Surely that would lead to greater pleasure. No sooner had the thought entered her mind than it was translated into a physical action. Now it was in and out and around with the tip, in and out and around.

There seemed no end to the number of variations on this theme. And all the time her mind raced. Thinking, thinking. Thinking about cocks, her favorite subject of thought. Big cocks, fat cocks, thick cocks, swollen cocks, bloodthirsty cocks. All hot. And all in her ass. Stretching that tight sphincter muscle at the entrance, loosening up that tight rosebud asshole of hers, spreading it wide, wider that any ass had been spread before, and pile-driving into her, all the way, up to the hilt, leaving nothing out of her pulsating asshole.

Cocks. Large and round, like absurd human frankfurters, pounding her insatiable asshole. And firing load after load of hot spicy come into her body. What more could a cute little princess with the world at her feet desire? She already had everything but that. Cocks. Yes, that's what she dreamed of. All the time pushing her greased-up finger in and out of her asshole.

But, if one finger felt so good, what would the reaction be from two? So it was back to the jar of cold cream. And then . . . two well-greased fingers were in her ass at the same time, working their own sweet magic on that sensitive passageway. There could only be one sensation on earth more delicious than this! Doing the same thing with her well-conditioned cunt. It was bound to be more responsive than her ass. It was bound to give her a helluva lot more pleasure. But someday, someday soon, she was bound to know the infinite pleasure of having a man in her lovely pussy. In the meantime, she'd have to content herself with her fingers. It was good enough. Hell, it was downright great!

There, lying flat on the floor, in her expensively furnished boudoir, her body sinking into the soft pile of the deep carpet, her legs spread-eagle against the mirror, our lovely little Lisa watched as her gifted fingers moved in and out of her fully aroused asshole with a delicious ease. A real true-to-life, all-American princess experimenting with her body.

And her tight little cunt. There was no way that Lisa would ever ignore that familiar playground. Her fingers knew it too well. Many times, in situations that would have been most embarrassing, she had caught them just in time, as, with a mind of their own, they pushed through her under things, anxious to do some walking around in that juicy Utile cunt of hers.

So now they were where they were most at home. Paying full and loving attention to her wet squeeze-box, one hand in her ass; the other in her cunt. Lisa was really in her most complete glory.

With an easy expertise born of experience (after she'd been playing the pussy game for more that six years now) she adroitly massaged the clit between thumb and forefinger while letting the three free fingers wander around the flaming cunt lips, prodding the excited folds of skin, dipping them in the gushing pussy juice, sliding them around in the hot wetness that was her cunt, feeling the sticky cunt secretion lather her fingers, working some of it into her clit, exploring every delicate membrane with very sensitive fingers, tender fingers touching her most tender innermost parts, taking the hand out of her cunt and licking her fingers, getting her nostrils full of that heady aroma of pure unmitigated puss, pussy juice straight from the source, and all the while getting more and more turned on with the added stimuli shooting out of her beautiful asshole. What a treat! Christmas, Thanksgiving, and her birthday all rolled up into one! And still better than that! Pleasure from top to bottom!

But still she had that fierce passion to experiment with even further. If two fingers brought such exhilaration, what would three do? Without hesitation, three fingers went seeking their collective fortune, right through Lisa's open back door. No, not as far this time, but now her invigorated asshole was spread wider than before, and therein lay the tingle. What a get-off she was due for! Coming both front and back. Can my asshole come too? she wondered. It certainly felt like it could. All the signs were there.

So it was in and out, in and out, faster and faster, faster and faster, with both hands in both holes. Front and back, and the tension building and building, in both front and back. Bringing her closer and closer to coming. The rhythm now a set pattern. In her ass, out her cunt. Out her ass, in her cunt Two wonderful holes of purest passion.

And what was Lisa thinking about the whole time?

Cock, pure and simple. Now only one particular cock, though. The only one she'd seen in the flesh, touched, loved. The big brute of a cock hanging off her gardener lover. That big, thick cock of his. In her. In her cunt and out her mouth. She always had perfect control of any stiff cock in her mind. What about in her mouth and out her ass? That too. Why not? Or in her . . . Any combination was all right Once it was the gardener's cock.

"Oh! Oh! How that big cock of yours hurts!" she sighed to herself, "But no! No! No! Don't take it out. It feels so good. Great! Great! Great! Leave it in me, Mr. Gardener. Come on, fuck me faster, faster, faster! Make each stroke count, my big horny stud. I bet you really like fucking me in the ass! Good and tight! Eh! Look! See how your hairy balls just bump, bump off my asscheeks! That feels great too! And my cunt! Don't forget my cunt! Put your fingers in my cunt! Show it how much you love my juicy box! There. Now I can relax and enjoy your fucking my rosebud ass, while you finger my cunt to kingdom come. Bet you really like the ride I'm giving you! It's great for a novice, isn't it? Well, wait until Pm broken in. Wait until I learn a few more tricks. Then you'll really have some ride! Better than any you've ever had before in your life!"

She drifted into the fantasy, the hand in her ass plunging deeper and deeper, the one in her cunt massaging that succulent split furiously. Her ass was singing, her cunt was singing, her whole body was singing, with a harmony that took her excited body higher and higher, floating. The entire world of reality was shut out. Her body was consumed by the fire of fuck.

"And what is this?" she asked herself, addressing the gardener in her fantasy, "Are my titties to be left unattended? Get your free hand up here and massage my hard tits. Put your hot wet mouth on my firm nipples. See how they stand up. Kiss my nipples! Gardener man. Bite them gently! Lick them! Tell them you love them!! Both of them, now!!!!"

Faster and faster, her body rocked back and forth. Each time impaled on her own fingers. Fingers in back. Fingers in front, the image of the gardener burned in her mind, her heels pressing hard against the mirror which provided her with a close-up of all the hot action. Fingers in front; fingers in back. Plunging deeper and deeper into her hot asshole. Going round and down into her wet cunt. Fingers walking and running and talking.

Back and forth she rocked, moving her hips faster and faster to that music that she alone could hear. The music of her own passion. Now the fingers were moving in unison. Back, back against the fingers in her ass. Oh! Oh! that felt so good. Forward, forward against the fingers in her cunt. Oh! Oh! that felt simply great. In and out. And tempted. Tempted to give her cunt the one great shove up against her fingers, deep inside, busting her own cherry. Plunging those fingers all the way. Right up to the knuckles into her juicy box. Taking that cherry for herself. Right there on her own bathroom floor.

It was only by sheer effort, grim determination to have some man's cock do that exciting job, that Lisa refrained from deflowering herself, there and then, scattering the remnants of her cherry to kingdom come.

She was hot all over. Even her ears felt warm. And her stomach, that was wound up like a clock spring. Coming, coming, coming. Lovely little Lisa was caught up in that rapture of coming. Bringing the whole sweet episode to a sizzling climax. There, almost there, just a little bit more, in her ass, in her cunt, coming, coming. Almost. A little bit more. Oh! that felt so good! She spread her fingers wider in her ass. Yes! Like that! Great!

Coming. Coming. Just a little bit more. The sound of her fingers squeaking as they sloshed in and out of her body's apertures, drowning out all sound, loud in her ears, music of their own. In and out. In and out. And coming, coming, coming!

The first shudder of delight had already gripped her beautiful body, sending shock waves of sheer pleasure jolting up her spine, making her mouth close and open involuntarily like a gasping fish, her skin covered in goose pimples, when a voice called to her from out of the swimming blackness of the room.

"Lisa! So you're at it again, eh! Without me, selfish little girl. But I should have known what you'd be up to!"

It was Bobbi, standing at the bathroom door, a smirk of delight on her face, anxious to join Lisa in her game.

"Too late, Bobbi. I can't stop now. It's too late. Can't you see I'm almost there, Bobbi?"

And it was too late. Lisa had already started a major flood, and all the flood gates were open. None of the little ones counted now. This was the big one. The one she'd been working on for the past hour or so. The one that really counted the most.

Her hands were working faster and faster in her cunt, pounding away at her asshole. Coming. Coming. Coming.

She managed one final gasp. "Bobbi, come over here and help me. Play with my tits, Bobbi." When the older girl hesitated, Lisa screamed at her, "Can't you see that I'm coming, Bobbi? Play with my tits, Damn you!"

The hired companion had scarcely touched the hard, throbbing titties when Lisa erupted in a series of high-pitched screams of absolute delight. "Aghhhhh! I'm coming! aghhhhhhhh!"

The force of her own climax rocked her sated body, delirious with the fantastic sensation sweeping through her veins. This was the greatest of all the comes in her life so far. This was a scene that she wanted to play many times over.

It was only when she returned to earth many minutes later that Lisa realized that Bobbi was still gently caressing her tits, lovingly playing with .the cute brown nipples. And the look on Bobbi's face was something else too. Her eyes were all misty and faraway. Lisa had often asked Bobbi about that expression on her face whenever she became all hot and excited. But Bobbi had never answered.

The young girl felt some kind of affinity for the older woman. For one thing, she was a lot more pleasant and easygoing than any of the other watchdogs companions/nursemaids that her father had found it necessary to hire to chaperone her whenever summer rolled around and she returned to that magnificent house on the hill.

Bobbi wasn't like that other one of two years ago. That one had been a real bitch, watching her like a hawk. Lisa wasn't too crazy about the one last year either. But Bobbi was a different story. Bobbi had a weakness that Lisa had wasted no time discovering. That weakness was Lisa herself. Her immaculately formed body, her clever hands. She could drive Bobbi wild. And she knew it.

Not that Bobbi was a lesbian. Heaven forbid! It was just that being cooped up, no matter how resplendent the surroundings, for weeks on end in that house, never getting a day off to spend with a stiff cock of her choice, Bobbi had turned to the next best thing-Lisa. And her talented little-girl hands worked magic.

And Lisa? She enjoyed switch-hitting every so often. Change of pace, sort of. And the way Bobbi got off. That was a wild scene, too. And if push ever came to shove, Lisa had that extra trump card to bargain with that could be used to force the issue. Not that she ever had, or ever really would she was not that much of a bitch, but it was always nice to have an ace in the hole.

Hole! Hole! There was that word again! There was nothing in any of her holes right now. But Bobbi would soon fix that. Holes, especially the hot ones, should never be empty for too long; after all, that's what holes are for. To be filled. And if the holes are cute and hot and tight, with that itchy-itchy twitching, what better to fill them with, than big, throbbing cocks?

All that heavy thinking, and Bobbi expertly playing with her tits, had made her all hot again. Could this Utile insatiable body of hers ever be completely satisfied? She doubted that. It was like one of those nuclear breeder-reactors that was always in the news. The more action it got, the more it demanded. Hell, young and inexperienced as she was, she could wear out any man twice her age. And what a time they would have proving that!

Yessirrreee! Lisa's tits were hard again, and Bobbi was taking her clothes off, cleverly using just one hand, keeping the other free to work on Lisa's heaving tits. Another hot time in the old town for our little Lisa! When it rains, it pours. First the gardener, then her clever hands in both holes, and now Bobbi. Who else was going to turn up today? Daddy? Vic? Who? Let them come, she thought, there was more than enough for everybody.

The one thing about Bobbi was that she enjoyed catering to Lisa's every demand. Nothing was denied her charge. So when Lisa merely said, "Gee, this cold cream sure makes a mess," Bobbi got up from her side, and ambled over the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.

That was the first time Lisa had really looked at Bobbi's body. With her bra off, Bobbi's tits flowed into large round globes of pink, like flowers, large hibiscus flowers, the kind you see only in Hawaii, but made of flesh. And the nipples. They were big and round and brown. Bigger even than those silver dollars her father collected. And they were standing up straight too! Can you imagine how that turned our little Lisa on? Full big breasts standing up and looking at her. Boobs that beckoned a touching hand, a willing mouth. The kind of boobs a man could make a pillow out of all night long, rest his work-weary head down on those things, and when he'd had his fill, just go on off to sleep right on the spot. Next morning all he'd have to do was turn his head, and a beautiful creamy tittie would be right there at hand to fill up his mouth, to lick and suck as he wanted. Nice, cushiony, pillow-soft tits. Those were Bobbi's.

Without her clothes, too, Bobbi dropped that austere sternness that was a part, of her training as a nurse. She relaxed and became a person once more. A woman. Radiating all that female charm. She was a different Bobbi as she bounced toward the bathroom, her tits like headlamps showing the way, her muff covered in that soft brown hair, her trim but fleshy ass doing a little wiggle as she moved. She was all woman, all right.

"Yes my little doll, my pretty little doll. Just lay back and let Bobbi take care of you. You know I always wanted a little doll, just like you. A little baby doll to take care of. But we were poor and I never got one. Until now. Now you're my little baby doll, Lisa, and I'm your mommy. Isn't that nice to have a mommy to take care of you, just like you were a little girl again? But you are a little girl, my little girl. Now give my your hands; let me wipe all that sticky cream off them. There! Isn't that better? Now your ass. Bobbi is gonna clean baby doll's ass!"

Gently, taking her time, Bobbi removed all traces of the lubricant from Lisa's body, like a real mother changing a baby's diaper. When she came to the petal-soft pussy, she couldn't help but cry out, "My! My! My! What a cute little soft pea my baby has. And so red. My baby has been playing with herself again, when she could have shared that with mommy. Look at it! I could kiss it, couldn't I? Kiss it and love it!"

With that, Bobbi fell on the puss in front of her, stroking the hair like you would a cat's, parting it to reveal the tender inner membranes, then pushing it back gently over the entrance again and all the time sighing to herself contently.

"Mommy likes baby doll's pretty pussy. Mommy gonna kiss it!"

And that's exactly what she did. Small passionate kisses that served to set the blood pounding in Lisa's eardrums. Small ardent kisses promising more. Kisses planted on the very lips of Lisa's cunt, up the inside of one thigh to the quivering clit and down the inside of the other thigh to the pulsating asshole. Small kisses with wet lips. Soft and tender.

Lisa was getting hot again.

"Baby, baby, you want to suck some of mommy's tittie? Want to make mommy happy, my little baby doll?" asked Bobbi.

And Lisa snuggled up to those big breasts of Bobbi, her little-girl hands trembling as she put both of them around one of those enormous boobs. Christ, she said to herself, they're so big. One of them alone is bigger than both of mine put together.

Her hands skipped over the surface, coming to rest on the nipple. It was hard. Hard and pointed straight up at her fact. She squeezed it gently between her fingers. Bobbi sighed and closed her eyes. Lisa had the woman under control. The nipple was so warm and hard that Lisa couldn't help but pop it into her mouth. Just the very tip of it playing her tongue against it. She knew how much Bobbi loved that, having Lisa tongue her nipple.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby doll, now do the other one baby. Suck mommy's other tittie! Just like a good girl!" Lisa switched to the other globe of creamy flesh, flitting those butterfly hands of her over the nipple, before putting it in her mouth, licking that nipple like her life depended on it. All the while feeling the hot juice flowing in her pussy, making it nice and wet, the most comfortable feeling for a snug little pussy.

But now Bobbi politely pried her loose, taking over the action. This was what Lisa loved best, to lie back and feel the warmth and comfort of the big-breasted woman seep into her body via those large but very tender, talented hands of hers. Now she began to massage Lisa's aching cunt, probing the inner most secrets of that young pussy with her tongue, melting any barriers of resistance the younger girl might have had to that kind of love.

"Such a pretty little pussy for my pretty dolly!" she cooed every time she stopped to examine the object of her desire. "Dolly's pussy. Dolly's pretty pussy."

Perhaps it was because Bobbi had never babied her that way before, or maybe all that talk about being her mommy triggered some long-hidden longing in Lisa's subconscious for a mother to pat her and pet her and say nice things to her like her own mother used to do so very long ago before she died, but Lisa now began to feel a real satisfying love for this woman.

Love in the sense of wanting, belonging to someone who would stand up against the world for you. Love in the sense of knowing someone with no real ulterior motive cared for you and your well-being. Love that had nothing to do with sex, with playing with your pussy, or anything. Love.

And with it came a melting of hearts in a gentle passion that touched Lisa for the first time. A passion that slowly mounted, delighting Lisa in her new discovery of yet another facet of life-tingly, exciting love with passionate sex.

She couldn't wait to feel that way with a man, too, as Bobbi's warm tongue found every secret cave of Lisa's cunt, searching out every fold of flesh, investigating every filmy membrane, rooting out every hidden pleasure in the warm wet world of Lisa's pussy.

This is what pleasure is all about, she thought, as she lay there immobile except for the slow grinding pattern her hips followed on their own, forcing her box up into Bobbi's face, having another woman go down on you. Lisa never suspected that making love to another woman could be so satisfying. But then, she thought, who can better know what turns a woman on than another woman? And it was all so gentle. Very different from the gardener. He had plunged his tongue into her virgin puss to her excruciating delight. True. Now Bobbi was gently exploring her pussy in a sensuously soft manner. One was rape with the tongue, the other was a subtle seduction. That made Lisa feel more like doing something for Bobbi. The more pleasure she felt, the more pleasure she wanted to give. It was a pleasure-feedback chain going on and on, unbroken.

And she was shocked at herself too. Those soft warm wet lips of Bobbi's licking at her cunt, slurping in the succulent trough of her juice-box were sending shock-wave after shock-wave of electric pleasure ripping through her body, up her spine right into her very brain. It was making her come time after time. Not the big O that needed a good, slow build-up, but a series of mini-comes following hot on the heels of the last one, each one building, adding fuel to the fire for the really big one.

Christ! Was her pussy wet! It was dripping with saliva and juice, a puddle forming on the floor under her ass. A puddle of sweet puss juice being soaked up by the thick pile of carpet, making slurp-ping slushy noises against her skin every time she backed into its preparatory to that big forward thrust right into Bobbi's face again. And that noise added to the turn-on too. Hell, it was her juice, so why shouldn't it?

And Bobbi licking away relentlessly, her busy tongue parting Lisa's cunt lips with each stroke, lovingly giving each bit of the supersensitive flesh her fullest attention, working that young cunt with an expertise born of her own desire and her willingness to please her young ward completely, licking, licking away with that determined pink tongue of hers, sucking and licking to no avail, working on the clit every so often, making sure that it too got its share of passionate attention, nibbling at it with the fleshy lips covering her teeth, and reaching up to those oh-so-cute and hard young girl tits, rubbing each one, wetting her fingers and spreading the spittle all over the firm stiff nipples.

How could anyone resist that young body? It was a breath-of-fresh-air-in-springtime clean body, with the kind of healthy glow that only blossoming youth can give to human flesh. The kind of body that was a natural invitation to touch, to caress, to love.

And on and on went Bobbi's searching hot mouth into Lisa's very responsive cunt. And damn it, but Lisa was coming once more. Hell! How many times was that for the day already? She'd lost count. After all, who keeps score in an ice-cream parlor of sex in all varieties except one. Not our little Lisa. She was too busy having a good time. And right now that was all that counted. Having one heck of a good time. A good time with her pussy wrapped around Bobbi's face, filling Bobbi's mouth with warm, juicy, dripping wet prime cunt. Cunt at its best, its very best. The age at which a cunt tastes oh-so-good and...

"Agh! Aggh! Aaaggghhh! Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh .. ." Lisa came again and again with Bobbi slurping those delicious body juices to her heart's content.

She came and came, until her body was drained of all its energy and still Bobbi pressed on, eating cunt like no one had ever eaten cunt before, at least not this exquisitely beautiful young cunt.

Lisa ended up pushing the older woman away. And promising.

"Bobbi," she gasped, anxious to get a breather, "Go downstairs and get some butter."

Now Bobbi really was on fire. Lisa's requesting butter meant only one thing. The thing Bobbi liked most of all.

With fire flowing through her blood, raging in her big muff, she hastily dressed, all those clothes going back on again, piece by piece. Pulling herself away from that sweet young box took all the determination and strength she had, but she finally managed. If Lisa said, "Go get the butter," that was a promise worth stopping this action in midstream for. She ran out of the room, as life slowly seeped back into Lisa's body.

And with it came a new energy. A new desire to please Bobbi. To return some of that thrill. That's why she'd made the request for butter. Bobbi liked that best. And today, Lisa was going to please Bobbi like she'd never done before. Today.

The little virgin all-American princess was going to do her thing the way Bobbi liked it. The way Bobbi had taught her how. With butter and all. Just the way Bobbi wanted it. With those tiny baby-doll hands of hers, those miraculous hands exploring the innermost depths of Bobbi's pea.

It was game time in that big house on the hill overlooking the Malibu coast line. Bobbi was back from her errand.

"Well, are you gonna take your clothes off, or are we going to fuck through all that fabric?" asked Lisa, teasing the trembling woman. Lisa wondered at the way Bobbi trembled, like she was scared out her mind, when anticipating the game that she and

Lisa had developed especially for Bobbi's enjoyment

"Will you take them off for me?" Bobbi asked her protégée with a smile. "It makes me feel so wanted when you do. I like it when you do everything for me, baby doll." Lisa knew that Bobbi had come from a large, poor family, where life was a constant struggle for both parents, and what little love there was had had to be spread thin among all the siblings. Just the total opposite of Lisa.

How would Daddy react if he walked in now in the middle of things? What would he do? Lisa wondered. What would he say to this woman who had been hired to protect his little daughter against the world and was now kneeling beside her on the floor of his darling daughter's dressing room, shaking like a leaf, with his own sweet baby undressing her? Any red-blooded American, she was sure, would jump on Bobbi and fuck the living daylights out of that big generous muff of hers, suck on those titties till kingdom come, ride that big, pillowy, fleshy ass of hers until her body could take no more and then, if he had any strength left, ask any questions. Lisa's motto was simply: fuck first, ask questions later, which is exactly the way any red-blooded American male thinks.

While all this was running through Lisa's avid mind, Bobbi had pulled over the stool from the makeup counter of the dressing room and had propped her big bouncy body against it, ready for the game to begin, those big beautiful creamy globes of tits draped over the stool, those firm thick legs of hers spread wide open for all comers, and that fleshy bouncy-as-a-bowl-of-Jello unblemished white ass of hers sticking right up into the air. She was ready.

And her skin. Covered with goose bumps although it was the height of summer. It never failed. Up went her skin the minute Lisa's hands touched her body. Even sometimes, in the middle of the day, when she thought of that wonderfully soft caress, she would break out in a sweat. And those goose bumps.

Those lovely talented hands brushing against her skin, bringing it to a hot life, her flesh quivering with each contact and becoming supercharged with super-sensitivity, her whole body rocking back and forth, and trembling like a leaf on a tree-that was Bobbi, rocketing to heaven with her fleshy body all aflame. And the best part of it all yet to come.

One thing she wished. That Lisa wouldn't talk so damned much. The girl was a blasted sports commentator bringing her live all the play-by-play, blabbering on and on with her own observations mixed up with her fantasies, making Bobbi an extension of all her invisible lovers, of those characters that flitted into her nighttime dreams, haunting her with their massive cocks, of those faceless images confined to only the necessary parts of the anatomy.

"Please, Lisa, don't make me wait any longer. Come on, baby doll, satisfy this burning need in Bobbi. Do it, Lisa, do it!"

"Ha, hahaha, you should see what Fm seeing. You should see yourself from this angle. Spread out and waiting. Like a Grecian goddess. Venus. Yes, Venus getting fucked from behind. With that great big pussy of yours hanging down, those fleshy lips trembling for all the world to see, and that mass of pussy hair making it look like a wig on a block, streaming down the sides of your legs. And the way your ass shivers when I touch it! How you spread your legs wider and wider, so that my little buttered hands can reach right up into that big buttered bread-box of yours. Buttering up your bulky box, buttering you up as if you were a Sarah Lee Danish pastry, a rich butter-pastry cunt box. Soft and tender to touch, and so full of butter. Rich good butter, making your cunt even better to touch. And all that cunt juice. Boy, your cunt sure juices up when I play with it. See how that juice just mixes with this butter, making my hand slide in and out of your big cunt like a piston in a car engine. Up and down, in and out. I'm positive that's the way you like it, eh! And, how you tremble! Every time I reach in back up between those tree trunks you call legs, those strong sturdy legs of yours sure are big. A man's got to have really good equipment to get in there from behind. I'll bet. Long like a pole to part all that flesh. Wow! One of your legs must be as thick as my waist. His cock would have to go past all that just to gee to your big soft pussy lips." Now Lisa's hands were crawling slowly toward the box, all buttered and ready.

"Ha, hahaah, you really like that I'm sure. And that . . . you like that too, and what about that . . . too, eh!" She watched the fat tremble on the older woman's thighs every time she prodded that fleshy cunt box. "I bet you'd really get right off all at once if suddenly, without any warning, I'd just push my whole hand into that trembling cunt of yours, eh. Almost ... like ... this!"

So saying, she jammed that buttered hand into that buttered puss and watched in amazement as it somehow got lost in all that flesh. This is really some cunt, she thought, to take my hand like that.

"Great! Great! Great!" Bobbi was howling in high-pitched ecstasy, the hand in her excited quim sending her to heaven, just as good as a really long thick cock would. She squirmed and scooted around the floor every time Lisa jammed that hand in further into her big wet cunt. She was getting hotter than a blacksmith's forge, so expertly was Lisa playing her buttered box. That little girl's hand was like a magic wand, waving her into new paths of sheer delight. Couple that with the squeaking, sucking noises of Lisa's hand plunging in and out of her cunt, and when she wiggled those fingers around, it was like a thousand cocks in Bobbi at the same time, each one in a different phase of going in or coming out, each one roving around that meaty cunt, and her hand bundled up just like a cock, a cock with an enormous head, pulsating and flexing, putting pressure on her responsive cunt-wall muscles, and those muscles, rising to the occasion, grabbing at the hand, clutching at it with a renewed vigor, never wanting to let go.

What a turn-on! And all the while Lisa was learning something too. For as her hand explored the deepest recesses of Bobbi's buttered box, and Bobbi squirmed and sighed, Lisa was discovering how many different ways a cunt could be pleasured. She was determined to try them on her own juice box at her own convenience. Hell, she still had that last long year of school ahead of her. And Swiss winters, although very pleasant in so far as skiing and all that bullshit was concerned, still left you with some very cold nights. Nights when her fingers would definitely do their own thing, taking a page or two from today's lesson.

They were both in their own world of fantasy and delight while they shared this common experience. Three different worlds of want and desire, and hot young cunts waiting for some big cock to fill them up, to ream those tight holes like never before.

But Bobbi was coming. Lisa could tell by the way that unbelievable vacuum-cunt-machine sucked in her fingers, all of them and most of the palm, too, the way those fleshy thighs slapped together in uncontrollable rapture, forcing her hand in further and further, deeper and deeper, the way those soft cunt lips seemed to form a ring around her wrist, pulling it into that throbbing channel, all slippery and slimy with all that sweet butter and delectable juice. And the way Bobbi was gurgling, that was the word for it. She sounded like a stream, babbling over rough boulders in the cool mountain air of early morning. But it came from deep down in her throat, almost like a growl. Yessirrreee! Bobbi was on the come.

Lisa sought to delay it for a while, not wanting it to end so soon and her hand faltered in its action.

"No! No! Don't stop now! Please! Fuck me, Lisa! Push your hand into me all the way. Yes, like that. Oh, fuck me! Yes! yes! yes! Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, pound my cunt. Ram it in me. Ram that big cock of yours in me, Jerry!" Bobbi was off in her fantasy world again. "Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! That's the way I like it, to feel your cock all the way up in my stomach. Fuck! Fuck! Glorious fuck! Squeeze my titties too, Jerry! You know how that makes me get off. To feel those great big hands of yours squeezing my big beautiful titties, crushing them. Oh, Jerry! Jerry! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Agh! Aghhh! Aaaaggghhhhhh ...!"

Lisa was stunned. She knew Bobbi enjoyed to be buttered up and fist-fucked, only she never guessed she liked it this much.

"Don't stop now, Jerry! I want to come, come, come. Come with you still fucking me all the way. Don't stop. Let me come!"

"So you want to come, eh, my big butterball? Just let me get these butterfingers of mine into your butter-box, all the way like this into your butterfat cunt, and let's see your buttermilk, Bobbi. All the way in. Come, come, come!"

Lisa expertly jammed her entire hand into that dripping, drooling dark tunnel, as far as it would go, opening Bobbi's floodgates all the way, and got buttermilk. Loads and loads of it, soaking her cunt up so well that some of it spilled over to those big billowy buns in back. Bobbi was soaking wet. And happy. This job, which she thought a little freaky at first, had turned out very well indeed. This little suburban princess had a sex drive that was out of all proportion to what Bobbi had expected of a girl raised in such genteel circumstances.

But sex was truly the great leveler. Rich or poor, high or low, princess or peon, an itching cunt was an itching cunt. There was that same impetus to have it filled. And the higher up you got on the social scale the more difficult it was to get as much cock as you wanted.

For a boy maybe it was different. Sowing wild oats was okay for the male half. But if you were a girl, you were watched carefully. No one could afford a scandal at that level of society. It would be a disgrace to the family. No wonder there were so many completely frustrated teenagers at that social stratum. Parents with all the money in the world. Dollars to choke a horse and still the daughters found it necessary to consult psychoanalysts and the like, when the cure for what really ailed them was a good stiff nine or ten inches of Ail-American cock. Cock at its finest.

And all those princesses of suburbia with their hot sex drives willing to trade places with their less-fortunate sisters on the other side of the tracks for a night, a week, a month, just to get that good stick, that joy-stick, rammed into their tight little virgin pussies. There they were, stuck at home, wondering what the hell they were doing stuck in the middle of this nowhere land of no sex.

And when they discovered the strong sex-vine growing in their own backyard, they grabbed for it with both hands, be it nursemaid, gardener, stable-hand, delivery man, postman, brother, sometimes even a cucumber or carrot stolen from the kitchen.