Chapter 6

When the two girls had finished kissing, the next thing was for Marilee to beg her girlfriend to don her dildo, and give her a fuck. However, she got the surprise of her life, when the girl walked out with a double dildo.

"What on earth is that?" she demanded. "Can't you tell?"

"No, baby, I really can't."

"Well, baby, one fits up the ass hole, the other slides up the pussy."

"Why, that's better than a man," Marilee giggled. "A man has one prick. He can only-fuck you up the cunt or up the ass hole."

"You see, darling," Marsha smiled, "we really don't need a man's prick. Not when we have all of these devices, darling."

Proud of herself, Marsha got on the bed and straddled Marilee. As she looked down at her naked flesh, she became more and more intensely excited. There she was, those huge tits, with their erect nipples. Next, she put the dildo even with her gash. However, she had to adjust the gildos, to make sure one would fit up her cunt conveniently, and the other slide up her behind.

At this point, she was ready to go to town.

"There, baby, I've got both edges in. One is edged at the anus, the other up your cunt," she smiled.

"Go to it, baby," she told her.

Thrusting slowly, she managed to get it in.

"Oh, baby, does that ever feel good," she smiled as the dildo slipped into her.

However, the anal dildo wasn't working so well.

"Guide that one into me too," she requested her girl friend. "I want it both ways."

Her girl friend helped her, and then she got the double dildo action. This was what she liked. As both dildos slipped inside their respective holes, the thrills increased.

"Oh, baby, fuck it," she gasped in delight. "Fuck, yes, baby, yes, flick it!"

With hot, hard thrusts, the double dildo action was driving Marilee out of her mind.

To add to the excitement, her girl friend brushed her large breasts across hers. As nipple met nipple, the pleasure increased.

"Oh, baby, it feels so good to have a double dildo going into me."

"It's the only way to screw," she smiled.

As the action proceeded, both women clutched each other closer. Their sweating bodies were straining to derive every possible ounce of pleasure out of the act.

"Fuck, fuck it! Yes, baby, that's it! Fuck, fuck, oh, ah, yes, baby, yes!"

At this point the action became more sustained, more exciting.

Oh, baby, that's what I like. Fuck me, fuck me, oh, ah, yes, of fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Pitching her pelvis up off the bed, she gripped the sliding dildo, and massaged it vigorously. The excitement that she felt at this point was almost too much for her.

"Oh, baby, fuck me, that's it, yes, yes, fuck me!"

She was proud of herself, proud of the fact that she was able to express what she felt. No doubt, she thought to herself, she had had, these feelings and kept them all inside. Yet, when her girl friend made the big pitch at the steam room she decided why not pursue this path, and see where it led!

Faster and faster the double dildos drove into her. It wouldn't be long now before she shot. She clutched at Marsha's body, letting her hands wander down her back, grip her buttocks, and finger her ass hole.

"You like that, huh?" she asked her.

"Oh, yes, I do, yes, I do, it's beautiful!"

The women were thoroughly enjoying them-selves, and no man was needed. The two plastic penises were doing their thing and doing it well.

"Baby, one more time, that's it, harder, honey, harder!"

Now, she juiced, the vagina juices flowing freely.

"Oh, Marsha, I'm coming," she panted, as the juices tricled down her inner thigh. Her orgasm brought Marsha there too.

"Baby, we made it, we made it together."

Both women were thoroughly enjoying this wonderful moment. Passionately, they pushed against each other, and suddenly they realized how much they loved what they were doing. Then, she wondered for a moment if she was turning Les. The look on her face told Marsha something was wrong.

"What is it, honey?" she asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "But something is bothering me."

"You must tell me," her girlfriend insisted.

"I, I fear."

"What do you fear?"

"I fear I might be turning Les," she admitted.

"Oh, that's absurd, darling," her girlfriend insisted. "You're not turning Les, it's just that you enjoy women too. You're AC/DC."

"Well, that might be," she said. "But I can't go on with this any more."

"Oh, baby, let me kiss you."

Marsha's mouth pressed down on hers and as she felt the woman's lips pressing down, she became more and more intensely excited. It was this that she loved so much, this physical contact.

"Oh, baby, you do feel so good to me. I love your big tits pressing against me. And those two dildos are better than one man's dick. I'll admit the truth."

"Well, darling, I'm glad you will, at last. It's important to always tell the truth."

They had finally learned to enjoy themselves. It was a shame, too, for somehow they had for a moment hesitated. It wasn't that Marsha was, afraid but it was simply that Marilee was so frightened, she could barely continue.

The next morning she knew that she had been drunk. She didn't know what had happened, after she had been given a small red capsule, and broken it and breathed in its smoky red contents. What it was, it acted like a knock-out drop, and Marsha wasn't telling her.

"It was something in that capsule," Marilee insisted. "That's why I passed out. You don't have to tell me that it was just my imagination. I know, darling, you gave me something."

"No, baby, not a thing," Marsha kept insisting.

But she knew it wasn't true. She knew she couldn't have passed out all night like that unless it was some kind of drug. She felt groggy, and staggered back to her car. Insomuch as she knew she couldn't go to school, she thought perhaps she should see the doctor.

"Oh, God, why me?" she said aloud, as she drove back to her home. "Why am I always in trouble?"

She knew the answer lay hidden within herself. She knew that these strange compulsions that were driving her hither and thither sexually, had to end. However, she didn't know when.

The next day, she decided to phone the school and tell them she couldn't make it. She thought the best thing that she could possibly do would be to go to a doctor, a psychiatrist. She looked up a list of doctors in the Yellow Pages, and finally found one that she thought she could go to. Calling him, she discovered it would take a month to get in. However, she insisted that she see the doctor that very day.

"I've got to see him," she said. "It's urgent."

The nurse told her she would explain to the doctor, if she would hold on, she would see what she could do.

"Alright," the nurse replied after a moment. "You are very lucky. I told the doctor your story, and he said he would see you this afternoon."

This brought her a momentary spurt. She knew now she had a chance, and that was all that she wanted. She went to see the doctor, and when he looked at her, nervous and trembling, he said, "What's wrong with you, dear?"

"I don't know,"-she said, a vague and trembling feeling overpowered her, causing her to start to shake.

"Well, you just sit down and tell me all about it."

"It's hard to know where to begin," she explained. "I've had so many terrible things happen to me."

"I understand," he replied. "But the only way I could help you, ever, is for you to talk to me."

"Alright, I'll take to you. What do you want me to say?"

"It isn't what I want you to say," he explained, "it's what you feel, what you feel is disturbing you."

"So many things, doctor, so many things. I hesitate to mention them."

"You must not hesitate," he said. "What difference does it make if your illness is in your mind or your body?"

"Do you think I'm going crazy?" she asked him.

"No," he said, "your mind isn't snapping, but something is troubling you. And I want to get to the root of it."

"So do I," she said. "So do I."

At this point, she was trembling. She didn't know what she would do. Yet, she knew there had to be a way. Therefore, she said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you doctor," she sobbed.

"Go ahead, tell me."

"Well," she said, "I was brought up terribly. I was adopted."

"Honey," he said, "that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Well, if you knew what happened to me and my family." she said, "it would be something to be ashamed of."

"I'm afraid you're wrong," he told her, "there's nothing wrong with being poor, being adopted, or even being molested when you're a child."

"Molested?" she demanded. "Could you tell I was molested?"

"No," he said. "I picked that word up out of thin air. However, if that is what happened to you, now I can understand why you have problems surfacing."

"That, doctor, is precisely what happened to me."

"Would you please tell me all about it. I must know, and you must level with me."

"Alright," she agreed, "I'll tell you. It isn't a pretty picture, but I will tell you."

"Go ahead," he insisted.

She tried to start, but she couldn't. She bent over and began sobbing.

"I don't know why I'm crying," she said.

"That's very sad," he said. "You're crying, but you don't even know why you're crying."

"No, doctor, I don't have any idea why I sob like this. Many times, I weep. And often, I can think of no possible reason."

"Well," he explained. "There's something, 'something deep in your subconscious that won't let you rest. It won't permit you to relax until you finally come to grips with yourself."

"I will try to, doctor, I will, I will."

The doctor didn't want to press her now, for he could see how painful it was for Marilee to relive her experiences in the past. And so, he quieted her, with reassurance.

"You're no different than any of us," he said. "You've had your ups and you've had your downs. Now it's important for you to know yourself, so you don't have those awful downs."

"You're so right, doctor," she agreed. "Life has been one big slippery slide for me."

Then, she looked up at him.

"And I've spent most of my time going down."

The doctor looked at her, and felt sorry for her. He knew that there was something she was concealing. He knew that she had wrong, strong desires, probably sexual.

"Well," she began, "my foster father felled me."

"Judging from the pictures I've seen of you when you were a child, you were very beautiful," the doctor explained. "Perhaps your father did adore you, but that doesn't mean that he would ever think of you in sexual terms. How old were you when your father approached you? Am I on the right track?"

"Oh yes, doctor, you're on the right track," she nodded, hesitating.

"Tell me, then, tell me!"

Now she wasn't afraid to tell him.

"Well," she started, "it began when I was fourteen."

"That's a very young age to do anything with a girl," he said.

"Yes, a very young age. My father and mother were temporarily separated. And I was living with Dad. He had a woman come in and do the cleaning, and the cooking, but she lived out."

"Lived out?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, she lived at her own place. But now and then she'd stay over to help us out."

"All night?"

"No, just now and then."

"I see," the doctor replied, making his note.

Next, he asked if there was any possibility that she couldn't remember.

"I remember it well," she assured him. "It was so horrifying, but so real."

"Tell me just about this advance that someone made."

"Well," she said, "it happened when Mom was away, sick. Dad, apparently was a very horny man, and when he hadn't had the opportunity for sex, the way that he needed it, then he approached me."

"How did he approach you?" the doctor demanded.

"Physically, of course," she said.

"I mean, give me the circumstances," the doctor insisted.

"Well, it was something like this," she explained. "One weekend, when Mom was ill, he came into my bedroom and talked to me. Before long, he saw that I was naked under the sheets.

"Do you always sleep nude?' he asked.

"Sometimes, Daddy, I told him.

"Then, he told me that he wanted to sleep in the bed with me. I couldn't believe my eyes, as he took off his pajamas and slid in beside me. I was intrigued by the huge thing he had dangling between his legs. However, it wasn't long before he was in there playing with me. I became sick and tired of it, because I thought it was the most evil thing that a child could do to become involved with an older man. However, he was my father, and I had to do what he told me. He told me he wanted me to feel of it. Hesitantly, I reached down and felt it. Then, he told me that he wanted to stroke it. Pretty soon I was stroking the meat for him. Then, he told me to suck it for him. The idea of sucking his cock, upset me terribly. But he wanted me to get down there and do his cock sucking for him. When I did, he was panting and bellowing, 'Suck, suck, suck' and asked me to suck him dry. Every now and then I would let my fingers travel around his hairy balls, getting him all the more excited and exciting myself as well. Actually, it was a strange thing, for it was the most satisfying sexual event of my life, sucking my Daddy off. That was just the beginning. He loved to run his fingers through my hair, and he would keep telling me to suck it and suck it. Finally, he flooded my mouth with his hot white juices, and I enthusiastically slurped every delight drop of it. I don't know how I could have done such an awful thing, but I did. Then, before I knew what was happening, Daddy was down there between my legs, and he did something that turned me on. He .actually buried his face in my buttocks, and let his tongue slip all around my ass hole. I enjoyed it immensely, and as his tongue stabbed my ass hole, I thought I would flip out of my mind.

"Faster and faster his tongue slid up my anus, until finally he let it slide along my slit. Then, Daddy and I were flipping out. At last we were able to understand each other, for I was pressing my pussy just as hard against his face as he was stabbing his tongue into my pussy. I guess I felt then guilty, for I was enjoying it, and asking him to do it to me. I kept saying, what he had said to me, naturally, suck me, and he did.

"Well, I really felt strange, as the juices in my vagina began welling up. I wasn't a total virgin, because I had broken my cherry horse-back riding. Anyway, that was taken care of, and I was glad for him, and he loved it. Licking it and lashing it, I noticed he paid particular attention to my small love button, I called it. I later learned that was the clitoris, of course. But then, it was just love button to me. How Daddy licked, up and down, up and down, and then he stabbed it in me. Oh, I can never forget it, it was so exciting. Faster and faster, Daddy licked me. It was wild, it was wonderful, and we loved each other.

"Oh, Daddy, I groaned, as Daddy did me. It was wonderful sex, and I had to admit I was jealous of the thought of Mamma having Daddy. Now that he had done me that way, I wanted him every other way too. I didn't have long to wait for Daddy was a real hot stud. Daddy gripped me and thrust his cock up my cunt, like you wouldn't. believe. He told me just what to do. And I guess I might attribute all of my abilities and skills to Daddy's dong.

"Daddy told me that a man liked to have a woman grip it, release it, and this is what I did for him. I grabbed that prick, and would relax my cunt muscles. Then, I would grab it again, and relax it. It was wonderful fucking. In. and out the hot cock shot. Then, I thoroughly enjoyed carrying on the way that I did with Daddy. But the big moment came when he shot his load. I'll never forget the first time a man shot his load into my cunt. I gasped, I cried, I gripped it, I thought I'd flip out.

"Oh, it was wonderful. And, ever since Daddy got me started on the sex train, I've been wanting to make it ever since. It's a funny thing, isn't it, because I never thought that a father could start a daughter. Yet, Daddy enjoyed me, and so did I enjoy him. The one thing I liked to do best of all was suck his ass-hole out. Just like I did for you tonight. I don't know why Daddy loved that so, but he did. I'd tickled his nuts with my tongue, and let my tongue slide along the underside of his cock. Then, capping his cock with my mouth, I'd give him fantastic blow jobs. And Daddy taught me a real novelty too. He said when the finger was sliding up the ass hole, that was the best way to make it. So, I'd let my finger glide up his ass hole, and fuck it good. Well, I suppose I bore you with all the details of my Daddy's life and mine."

"No, not at all," he smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, you've had a very interesting life."

"Well, I think so," she smiled, "and I could show you another thing Daddy taught me."

"What's that?" he smiled.

"Well, baby, I'll show you now."

She went over to the dresser and got some string that had been tied up. Then, she returned to the bed, and told Craig to straddle her. Craig quickly straddled her body, and then she slid the string, the knotted string, up his ass hole. As she gripped his behind, she told him, "Fuck me!"

Craig thrust his rod into her vagina, and she clasped it quickly. Working her vagina muscles, she kept the excitement building. Then, she quickly began pulling on the string. As the knots on the string would. slip past the tight anal ring, Craig's ass quivered joyfully.

"Oh, baby, that's groovy," Craig smiled, as he rutted into her. "Yes, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, baby that's what I like!"

It was a fantastic fuck for the two of them, and Craig kept it up.

"Oh, baby, that's it! Fuck it! Oh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it! Oh, yes, fuck, fuck, oh wow!"

Now she caught on that the best way to do it was with imagination. Sliding the string, out, every time the knot slid past the tight anal ring, a new sensational thrill was produced in Craig's buttocks. With the combined action of the cock sliding up her grabbing cunt, as well as the action of the string slipping out of his ass hole, he was getting a big kick out of it "Oh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes, yes, that's it," Craig smiled. "Oh, honey, baby, I love this! Fuck me, lover, fuck me!"

This was bringing her to a scorching climax. She loved wild sex, and Craig sure knew how to give it to her. Also, she loved the idea of making it with someone she had only known for an hour or so. It made it more like a sexual adventure. Something more exciting, like out of a True Confessions.

"Oh, baby," Craig panted as he pushed his meat into her. "You really put a lot into a fuck, baby, don't you? Keep pulling that string, baby, that's it, yes, baby, fuck it!"

He enjoyed the way the string slid. out, of the ass hole, but More than that, he enjoyed the wonderful way that she pumped her hips to him. With the combined action, his thrusting tool and her grinding hips, the two of them were having a fabulous time.

"Oh, honey, I love this action," he, told her. "Keep it up, lover, keep it up! That's it, baby, that's it, oh yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it!"

Their action was sustained until the hot cock shot its load.

"Oh, Craig," she gasped as she let her hands claw his back, bringing blood.

Craig didn't care. It hurt, but the pleasure surpassed the pain. He thrust that tool into her like he had never fucked a woman before in his life, and gave her his juice. All at once he realized, she realized, that Craig had had a double shot.

"Oh, baby, I'm cuming twice in a row," he smiled.

"Well, I guess pulling that knotted string out of your ass hole worked wonders."

"You bet it did," he told her.

Now he slowly slid his tool out of her, some of the cum dripping on her body.

"Craig," she said, "can I lick it?"

"You want to?" he smiled, "Yes, baby," she smiled. "It's delicious."

"You sure like cock juice, don't you?"

She certainly had enjoyed sex with Craig, and now she licked all around the head of the joy stick.

"Baby," she smiled, "why do I like you so much?"

"I don't know," they laughed together.

Now Craig knew he had to go.

"Baby, I've gotta get home to my wife," he insisted.

He got up off the bed, and her eyes wandered after him, looking at his broad shoulders, his trim waist, his firm round behind.

"Come back here a minute," she begged, "I want to just kiss your ass goodbye."

"That's a new one," he smiled. "Do you kiss all the asses goodbye?"

"No," she said, "that's reserved for men I really dig."

"I'm flattered," Craig said, returning her smile: Going back to her, he pushed his buttocks in her face, and grasping him, she kissed him passionately.

"Baby, that does feel good, I don't know why. Maybe it's just the idea that you're an ass Ticker," he laughed.

"Bye bye, Craig," she said.

"I'm not going quite yet," he assured her. "I've got to put my shorts on. You don't mind, do you?"

"Yes, baby, I do," she insisted. "I like to see you bareass naked."

Now Craig was through, and as he slid into his shorts, put onto his pants, put on his shirt, and jacket, and sat down to put his shoes on, she was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I don't have anybody to stay with me."

"Well, baby, you ought to get married."

"Maybe I should," she admitted. "But, I don't know as they would allow me to marry who I want to marry."

"You're in love with a kid?" Craig asked her, wondering what on earth she was talking about.

"Yes," she admitted, "I'm in love with a beautiful young boy. His name is Alan, and he loves me. We sixty-nine, we suck, and fuck, we love each other."

"Well, if you do all that, I guess you do."

"Yes, honey, we do. But nobody will let us make love. It's awful," she said.

"Baby, there are a lot of things in this world we don't like."

"Well, the thing I dislike most of all is not having someone to love when I want him."

"Baby, give me your number and I'll drop by sometime and give you another balling."

"Would you, Craig?" she asked wide eyed like a little girl.

"Sure, I would," he assured her. "You need a good fucking and sucking now and then, and I'm the man to do it."

"Alright, Craig," she said. "Here's my address.

She gave the name and the address, and then she went back to bed and lay there. As she lay there, her eyes wandered, and she looked away from him. He walked out of the door and left her alone. She was alone with her thoughts and her hand. Her hand wandered down to her vagina, which was moist. She slid a finger in and out, determined to bring herself there one more time. However, without someone watching, half of the thrill was gone. She couldn't understand herself, and why she was on this continual sex merry-go-round. Yet, it seemed like she would never get off it. For, she was always finding someone new to love. Now, she knew she had to rest all day so she could make it back to school. Two days out of school, would be too much, even if the principal had had his fucks with her. It bothered her, too, because she thought it wasn't fair for her to be seducing a minor. She knew right from wrong, and this probably was what haunted her most. It wasn't just naughty, it was evil, a child didn't know the difference, for his emotions were guiding him. Without the balance and judgment of maturity, a hot blooded young boy would go for anyone who would let him fuck. This was what annoyed her. It probably meant that what she interpreted as love from Alan was really just emotion, misdirected. That hurt her, for she realized that all of the nice things that he had said to her, all of the compliments that did her ego so much good, were only motivated from itching, sixteen year old balls.

She rolled, tossed and turned, finding it almost impossible to get back to sleep. Then, she got up and took a sleeping pill. She went back to bed, and still that didn't work. Finally, she turned on some music, hoping that would help, but it didn't. Well, she thought to herself, perhaps I need a drink. She went over and poured the remainder of the bourbon into a glass, and drank it. As she sipped the liquor, she felt a high, and the low blues left. Now, she was floating on a cloud, and She thought she might float still higher if she added another sleeping pill or two.

Sure enough, more sleeping pills did bring her comfort and relief, but not the end to the troubling feelings that were haunting her. How could she resolve her problem. How could she tell Alan? If, she could find another young girl, who would have sex with him, perhaps she could get out of it. But that would require meeting the girl, a girl who would give.

But how do you find such a girl? Sure, there're plenty of girls at school that were making it with the high school boys. But the problem is locating one who won't pass on some disease, who won't do a lot of blabbing, and yet who would give Alan what he needed.

She thought of herself as a noble, generous soul, trying to do the right thing in spite of all odds. So, it was up to her to do her thing, and deliver the boy to a lovely girl, like a Christmas gift. However, all of these thoughts and more troubled her. For, she was jealous. She wanted Alan all for her own. She wanted access to those privates, just for herself. She wanted to feel of that buttocks, and be the only one feeling it. She wanted to suck on that cock, and be the only one sucking it. She wanted to feel that cock sliding up her cunt, and know that hers was the only cunt that cock ever went up.

Greedy sexual desires overpowered her for a moment, and she swayed back and forth between the decision to do the fair thing by the boy and direct him on another route, of keep him selfishly all for herself.

Finally, she did drift off to sleep, but her sleep was troubled and disturbed. Nightmares and haunting dreams flitted and flashed throughh her mind.