Chapter 4

On the first day of June, my mother and my father left for a month-long trip to Europe. They felt a little bad about leaving me alone in the house, but I assured them that the servants would watch out for me. Two hours after I saw my parents take off at the airport, I paid off the servants and told them to get lost for three weeks. I wanted to be alone and I paid them enough to assure that they would never tell my parents that they had not been around during that whole month of June.

That is the thing about servants. They can certainly lie for you if you pay them enough. They are made that way, I guess.

My sister was due to come home in a week, so I knew that I would have to get most of my fun in during the next seven days, but then I remembered that, even when she did come home, Linda did not hang around the house much. She usually went to St. Louis every few days so that she could hang around the radical cafes and talk about overthrowing the government and things like that.

I had always thought that that was sort of silly. Who would want to overthrow the government in St. Louis? That was the question that kept popping into my head. And it seemed to me that my sister and her friends could turn the whole Midwest into a hotbed of anarchy and no one would really notice it until they went to the barricades in Chicago.

Linda had finished her school year at college a couple of weeks earlier but she had gone to New England to demonstrate against nuclear energy for a little while before she came home to relax for a few weeks.

While she was in New England, I would play right here in Victory, Missouri.

The first evening I had Kim and Ralph over for some fun. The next afternoon Nancy visited me. But then I felt a little lost. I had a whole week to kill and I had already used up all of my lovers. I supposed that I could call up Kim again or Nancy or even Ralph, but I did not want to repeat myself so early in the week.

So I put on my sexiest, summer outfit, a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy top that showed off my tits and I went out in search of a new girl.

I just knew that there had to be another girl out there in Victory who was available.

I walked around downtown, passing my girlfriends on the street and looking into their eyes when they stopped to talk, searching for that glimmer of lesbian lust that I knew now how to recognize. But none of the girls seemed to have it, not even the strange girls, the ones I knew only vaguely. I walked around downtown for almost two hours and they were two hours of frustration for me, frustration in the afternoon heat.

Then, as the afternoon drew to a close, I walked into the five-and-dime store.

And I saw Nina standing there behind the counter.

I said hello to her. I knew her from school. We had taken a couple of classes together and she was very intelligent. But she was also very poor and we had never really talked to each other. I had always been busy with my friends and she had always been busy with hers.

But neither one of us was busy that afternoon. The store was deserted.

And, when Nina looked at me, I saw the glimmer, the interest in her brown eyes.

And I decided that I was interested too.

Nina was' an attractive girl with firm tits and a big, sexy body. Her hair was brown and her lips were pursed as if they were ready for a kiss at any moment. She had a clear, sweet complexion, and, when I looked at her, I wondered why I had never really taken notice of her before.

"Can I help you with something, Terri?" she asked, moving from behind the counter.

"Not really," I said, moving toward her and trying to seem as sexy as possible. "I am just looking around. I thought that I might buy something to amuse myself. My parents are gone and I am all alone in that big house with nothing to do for the next few days."

Her eyes took me in with lust for a moment and then she grinned at me.

"I would give anything to have a few days of rest and peace in my house," she said. "I have six little brothers and sister and they always seem to be making noise and breaking things. And the walls in our house are so thin that I can hear everything. I would give anything for just a few days of privacy."

And the idea came to me quickly, an idea that I put into words without even thinking about it.

"Nina," I said, "do you think that your parents would mind if you stayed with me for a couple of days? I would like to have some company."

And I winked at her and tried to move so that she would know that I wanted more than just company for those few days-and nights.

She ran her eyes over my body and she smiled.

"My parents don't give a fuck what I do," she said solemnly.

"Well, why don't I pick you up later tonight and take you to my house, Nina?"

"Sounds fine with me, Terri," she said, and then she put a little extra something in her tone as she said, "I think that we could have a lot of fun together, if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," I said, putting that little extra something in my tone too. "I think that you will be a lot of fun to have around, Nina."

I bounced out of the store, happy and cheerful after a depressing afternoon.

I did not buy anything in that store, because

I no longer needed to buy something to amuse myself. I knew that Nina would amuse me enough to keep me very happy over the next couple of days.

And that night when I picked her up, she threw her little suitcase in the back seat of my car and she moved close to me in the front seat.

I guess she wanted to make sure that I was really looking for what she was looking for. She touched my thigh with her fingers and grinned at me.

And I became very bold. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth with a soft smack.

Then I started the motor and drove back to my big mansion, the place that would certainly not be lonely on this night, I thought. I drove with care but I hurried. I yearned to be alone there with Nina, the sexy girl from the lower classes.

When we got to my house, she carried her suitcase inside and walked with me up to my bedroom. There were no games to be played. We both knew that we wanted each other and we both knew that it was going to happen that night.

But Nina was a little taken aback by all the surroundings, the plush furniture and the spacious rooms. I remembered that she had told me that she lived in a little house with a big family, and I let her get used to that big house now. I let her notice just how quiet it could be when two girls were alone in a big house, in a bedroom where they would make love together on a summer night.

The air-conditioner hummed in the window of my bedroom and that was the only sound.

Nina looked around and took a deep breath and then she put her little suitcase down.

And then she did something that was so sexy that I could hardly stand it. She turned and took me in her arms and kissed me. I felt overcome by her sexiness and I thought that I would melt there in her arms.

When she let me go, she smiled at me with a sexy move of her lips.

"Do you mind if I take a shower first, Terri?" Nina asked. "We can really work together after that."

"Sure," I said, and I pointed to the private bathroom at the side of my bedroom.

I could tell that such splendor surprised Nina for a moment. She looked at me and she grinned as she asked it.

"You have your own bathroom, Terri?"

I nodded my head and grinned.

"Wow! This is really something!"

She picked up her suitcase and went into that bathroom. In a few minutes, I heard the water running in the shower.

I thought for a minute that I would go in there and shower with Nina and play with her when she was in the bathroom. But then I decided that I did not want to do it that way. I wanted to wait and let her come out of that room naked and clean for me. I did not need a shower anyway. I had taken one before I had gone to pick her up at her house.

So I just took off my clothes and lay down on the bed and waited for her. I heard her moving around in there and singing lightly to herself. I felt strangely noble because I knew that I was giving that poor, sexy girl from the lower classes a chance to wallow in real wealth for a few days. In return, she would make love to me and make me feel good. I looked around the room, and I found myself thinking about how wealthy I really was. I had grown up in this big house with all of this nice furniture. I had grown up getting anything that I wanted in life. I had never really noticed how much I had and did not even use any longer. I felt vaguely guilty when I thought about the kind of life that Nina had to live, stuck there in that little house with no privacy and having to work after school to make a little spending money.

My emotions were a little confused. As haughty as I felt about giving that girl a chance to live in such a house for a few hours, I also felt guilty because I had taken so much for granted.

But I still thought that I was vaguely better than Nina.

I was going to learn very quickly that money does not make for the best sex and that the lower classes offered a style of lust that thrilled me more than any other I had ever felt before.

I listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The water had stopped running and I was sure that Nina was probably drying off her sexy, naked body. But she seemed to be taking a lot of time doing it. I wanted to call out to her, to tell her that she should hurry up. But I said-nothing. I lay there, naked on the bed, and I waited, as I had learned to wait for lesbian love.

And when the door opened and Nina walked into the bedroom, I gasped with surprise.

Oh, she was naked, just as I had thought that she would be, and she was sexy and firm and ready for action, just as I had thought that she would be. But there was something new about her, something that I had never suspected, something that I had never dreamed about. And that new something frightened and thrilled me at the same time.

Nina was wearing a little black belt around her waist and attached to that belt, attached to her body, it seemed, was a long, black cock-like object, bigger than Ralph's cock, bigger than any cock could ever be, I thought. I looked at that long, black thing and I asked her the question in the trembling voice.

"What is that, Nina? What is that thing?"

She grinned at me and approached me and she touched the long, black thing with her fingers as she answered my nervous question.

"This, my dear, rich girl, is a dildo," she said.

She moved close to my bed and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking a bit like some kind of strange, stud man.

"Just as I thought," she said. "Just as I suspected. You have never seen one before, right, Terri?"

I shook my head, but I kept my eyes on the black thing.

"Rich, little bitches like you don't usually even think about this kind of stuff. They like to have their little pussies sucked and that is about all. But dildoes are nice, Terri. I can tell you that. Every night, when I can't find some cock to fuck, I jab this thing up me and I come like Crazy, thinking that it is a cock that is fucking me. But it is even better than a cock, Terri, because it is always hard when you need it. And it is bigger than any cock that I have ever had. And, believe me, I have had quite a few."

I gulped. I knew what she planned to do with that dildo and I did not really mind her doing it. But I was frightened. The thing was so big, and I wondered why she had started to call me a bitch, a rich bitch. She seemed angry with me for some reason that I could not figure out.

But Nina just stood there and explained some more things about her life in the lower class.

"Terri," she said, "I have fucked a lot of cocks and I have made it with a lot of cunts too. That is about the only thing we have done there for pleasure. Fucking and sucking and an occasional trip to the movies, if we are lucky."

She looked around the room again and she seemed to aim her anger at that big, comfortable, quiet bedroom.

"We don't have places like this," she said. "I have to be very quiet when I use my dildo at night because I don't want to be discovered. And we have to make love in cars and in pastures because we don't have big, comfortable places like this. We are not at all like you rich bitches up here on the hill. But I think that we have a lot of fun that you girls don't have, because we are too poor to really care that much. We are more free. We don't have to think about what all the socially conscious people would say. Even if a girl gets pregnant on my side of town, it is no big deal. There have been dozens of pregnant girls there before and there will be dozens more before this fucking town burns to the ground."

And then I understood her anger, and I understood why she had come to stay with me and make love to me.

I understood that this was Nina's way of getting back at all of us up here on the hill.

And I felt that I deserved her anger. After all, I had ignored this sexy girl for years, and I knew in my heart that I only invited her to come to stay with me because I was so desperately in need of a new lover. I sighed and surrendered to her lower-class wrath.

"You are right, Nina," I said softly. "I am a rich bitch."

I thought of my girlish pride, the way that I had felt when I had thought that I was doing Nina a favor by letting her stay here in this house. I realized now that she was going to do me a favor by making love to me with all of her lower-class know-how. And she would be doing me a special favor by fucking me with a big, black dildo.

"Nina," I moaned as I felt my cunt begin to throb with need, "fuck me, Nina."

"Dog-style, rich bitch. I am going to put it to you dog-style," she said, but the wrath was gone from her voice.

I could tell that, now that I had surrendered to her and admitted that she was right, there would be more lust in this sex session than anger for Nina. I could tell that she was going to enjoy this too.

And I turned over and moved up on my hands and knees and spread my legs and offered her my pussy.

I backed to the edge of the bed so that Nina could fuck me standing up.

"I am a rich bitch," I admitted again, to give her an extra thrill and to give me a thrill of sexy truth too, "and I deserve to be fucked hard by you, Nina. Fuck my pussy, Nina. Fuck my rich, bitch pussy, you beautiful girl."

And I heard her laugh behind me and then I felt the coldness of that hard dildo on the wet lips of my pussy. My cunt convulsed with desire when I felt that and I moaned and spread my legs further apart so that that big thing could go into me.

This was going to be different from fucking a man, I thought. No man could be that hard and that cold and that big, and this cock was attached to a female, a lower-class girl who was going to fuck me with all of the lower-class anger in her system. I wanted her to do that. I wanted to learn from her just what those classes down below my on the social ladder had to offer. I suspected that they offered quite a bit.

"Rich bitch," Nina hissed, and then she slammed the cock into me.

The thing rammed into me and made me gasp with sexy pain.

I do not know how much I took, but the black cock filled me up as no cock had ever filled me up before.

And I rocked on that bed and started to fuck it as Nina continued to talk to me. She fucked me and hissed at me and I liked the fact that she talked. I not only liked the truth of what she said, but I also liked her girlish, angry voice. It reminded me that I was not being fucked by any man. I was being fucked by a poor girl with a rich, black, big dildo, something that she had bought with her savings, something that she had that I had never had.

But I had it now. I had it deep in my quaking pussy as she fucked me.

"Rich slut," Nina hissed. "You think that you are better than me because you have money, but you are not. I am fucking .you, rich bitch. I am fucking your sexy, little cunt and I am making you like it. You are not fucking me. You are not the one in control, rich bitch, and no amount of money could put you in control of me right now."

"Yes," I sighed, almost crying with the pain and the pleasure that the dildo was giving me, "I am a rich bitch. Fuck my rich cunt. Oh, yes, Nina, fuck me."

And my pussy felt like it was being ripped into pieces. And I wanted that.

I wanted my rich, bitch pussy ripped up if that is what Nina wanted. I sighed and fucked that dildo and cried out in my passion.

"God! Fuck that cunt! Fuck that bitch cunt! God, I will never be a rich bitch again!"

And I guess that that is when the change really occurred in my system. I guess that that was when I first became a revolutionary. Although I did not know it at the time, I lost my rich-bitch attitude at that moment, when that black dildo gave me that great orgasm that rushed through me like a flood and when that girl from the lower classes hissed out her final curse at my retreating, rich-bitch personality.

"Fucking rich cunt! Take that, you rich, fucking pussy!"

And that dildo cleansed me of my rich-bitch attitude as the water in the shower had cleansed sweet and loving Nina.

I growled and heaved when I came. I had never come like that before, with such emotion and such reality in my system. Nina could tell that I was coming and she worked that dildo back and forth in me as I whimpered and cried and cleansed myself of all that rich-bitch pride.

Then she pulled the dildo out of me and I dropped onto the bed and turned over just in time to see her take the thing off.

I reached out my hands and she knew what I wanted. She lay down next to me and handed me the big, black dildo, strap and all.

I kissed that dildo thankfully and licked my own juices off the big, black thing.

Then Nina took me in her arms and kissed me with soft passion. She was not angry at me then. She just wanted to hold me close and feel me.

And I was soft in her arms. Tears were still in my eyes.

"Thank you, Nina," I said. "I needed that. I needed that to become real."

I put the dildo on the pillow and moved close to her there in the middle of that big bed and we held each other like lovers should.

I put my hands on her firm tits and massaged them and then I moved down and started to lick Nina's sweet, clean skin. I tasted the new sweat on her sexy body, the sweat that had come from her while she had been working diligently, fucking the bitchiness out of my cunt.

And that sweat was sweet to my tongue, sweet and clean-tasting too.

"You have such a beautiful body," I said, "so strong and clean and good."

"You have a sexy body too, Terri," the girl said.

And I knew that I did, especially now, especially now that my rich-bitch attitude was gone. I felt that I had never been sexier or softer or more loving as I started to lick and suck on Nina's pink and tasty nipple.

I would eat out her pussy and make her come, I decided, and then I would let her use that dildo on me again if she wanted to. I would do anything that Nina wanted me to do. I would become her slave, her sexual servant, for the next couple of days.

And that way I would repay her and all of her kind for what I had thought about them, for the years that I had ignored them.

As I sucked on her nipple, I thought of my sister, the rebel, Linda.

And I wondered if Linda felt the same way that I felt at that moment.

If she did, I wondered how she had come to her conclusions about the people and about the radical movement. I wondered if she had come to those conclusions with a black dildo shoved up her cunt, with a lower-class girl riding her and fucking her with anger and with zeal.

And I knew that I had to figure out a way to work my sister into this, to tell my sister just what I felt and how I had learned these new things.

I wanted my sister to understand me, and I wanted her to join me if she could.

My sister was very sexy and very pretty.

But then I stopped thinking about Linda and concentrated on Nina, on the girl who had shown me so much about life in that bedroom in the last few minutes. I had to repay Nina for what she had done for me. I knew that.

And, as Nina lay back on the bed and spread her legs, I knew that I would repay her in the sweetest way that I knew how.

Slowly, steadily, I worked my way down her clean, firm body, kissing her and feeling her and wanting her to enjoy every second of this pleasure that I offered to her with my lips and my tongue.

I worked down toward that sweet cunt and, before I took my first lap at that juicy hole, I looked at that black, shining dildo that lay on the white pillow on my bed, and I thanked it too, silently. I thanked it for what it had done for me.

Then I pressed my face to Nina's cunt to give her the kind of thanks that only a girl could give. I moved my tongue into her hole and felt her jerk and knew that she accepted me as only a girl could accept another girl.

And then I heard her moan and I knew that

I was not a rich bitch any longer, not now, not after what she had done for me and what I was doing for her.

"Terri," she sighed, "that tongue is so sweet. Work it around. That feels so nice and peaceful, Terri."

And I licked her out with passion and with thanks.

She had cured me of my bitchiness and now I would give her my passion and my slave-like devotion for the next couple of days. We would out everything together, and we would be the best lovers in the whole world.

My tongue went deep into her lower-class sweetness and my head seemed to explode with gratitude and lust for her, a combination that could not be beat.