Chapter 6
Christine Fairmont, alias Christine Fairly, arrived at the home for wayward girls bright and early, eager to get on with her investigations and hopeful of a journalistic coup.
A stern-faced woman-it was Connie-took her into a somber room and asked her a few questions, She stared at the girl reporter with a level, steady gaze, under which Christine felt a surge of discomfort. The woman seemed suspicious.
Christine said, "Yes, you see I'm really trying to
give up my life of sin and there aren't any organizations--like Whores Anonymous, say--to which a girl can turn when she wants to mend her immoral ways."
Connie peered sharply at her.
It occurred to Christine that the run-of-the-mill or garden variety of wayward girl might not speak quite that way; she said, "I come from a good home, you see. My parents are heartily ashamed of my behavior."
But that was another pitfall.
"Why don't you go home, then?" Connie asked.
"Errr...."
"This home is for the lower classes, you know." Christine thought fast.
"Well, I can't go home because ... it was my father who started me on my incontinent life." "Incest?" "I'm afraid so."
"I see." Connie looked at her notes while she digested that. She didn't trust this girl a bit. "How old were you?"
"Sixteen," Christine said, plucking a number out of the air.
"And you were a virgin then?"
"Oh, yes."
Christine, in her real life, had not lost her cherry until she was eighteen. She had thought that sixteen was a seemly age at which to become wanton. But Connie scowled.
She said, "If you were a virgin at sixteen, you can't really be termed a wayward girl."
Christine blinked.
"Many of our girls have started having sex much younger than that."
Christine bit her lip; she didn't know what to say. "Were there other factors? Did you, for instance, start sucking cocks when you were still virginal?"
"Certainly not!" Christine said, shocked at the very idea. "I've never sucked a...." But then she remembered that she was playing a role; she began again: "Well, I've only sucked a few cocks but that wasn't my fault ... men always are so eager to get up my cunt that they stick it up there before I have a proper chance to suck them off. That's what it is."
"Hummm. You don't sound very wayward, I must say." "Oh, I am! I am!" "Ever take it up the ass?" Christine turned bright red; role be damned, she would never confess to a thing like that. Taking the middle ground, she said, "No ... but that's because my asshole is too tight. I wouldn't mind it if I met a man with a really tiny prick, but all the men I know have gigantic cocks."
"Umm. Well, that's something. Let's see now ... do you take part in gang bangs?"
Biting her lip and hoping that her shock would be mistaken for seemly regret, Christine nodded.
"Good."
"Good?"
"Well, if you aren't wayward, you can't stay here, so in that respect, it's good."
"Oh. I see," said Christine, who didn't.
"Let me see now ... do you ever fuck animals?"
"Animals!"
"You know ... dogs, pigs, goats ..."
Christine had to lower her face. She was scandalized and starting to tremble. But she saw that these questions were necessary; saw that the wayward girls who came here were far worse than she had imagined them to be and that these questions were necessary if the girls were to be protected against themselves. After all, if a girl had a penchant for fucking dogs, it would never do to let her feed the watchdog-things like that.
But she absolutely could not claim to have fucked a dog! She said, "No ... only men." "Men? No women?"
"Women? How ... why ... what do you ... oh! Good heavens! I can see that you really do get an assortment of depravity with which to deal. No, I only fuck men, I'm afraid ... errr ... I mean, I'm glad to say. My depravity is heterosexual and straightforward."
Connie nodded, smiling curiously.
She could see that this was no ordinary wayward girl and her suspicions were well-founded.
"Well, that's all for now. I'll assign you to a room with another new girl. She should be arriving shortly. Oh, one other thing ... have you brought a vibrator or a dildo with you?"
"Oh, no," Christine said, hastily, thinking that the woman figured she might have been trying to smuggle such a device in. But she had missed the point again.
"I'll issue one, in that case," Connie told her. "Issue me one?" "Of course."
"But ... I don't understand...." Connie sighed as if she were dealing with a halfwit.
She said, "Wayward girls will not be denied their orgasms, Christine. That's a fact of nature. We here at the home have no desire--nor right--to deprive a girl of sexual release. But we figure it is far better if the girls are equipped to deal with that themselves, you see. If a young woman can vibrate her own cunt, she is less likely to get so randy that she sneaks out looking for men. Isn't that logical?"
"I ... guess so."
"Which would you prefer? A rubber dick or a plastic vibrator of a phallic configuration."
Christine, having never owned or used either one, shrugged helplessly. Connie waited impatiently. Finally the bemused reporter said, "The vibrator, I guess," because that sounded a bit less sordid than a dildo.
"Fine. And I hope you'll be happy here."
"Oh, I'm sure I shall," Christine said, politely.
Connie showed Christine to her room, a cubicle with a single bed against either side wall and a window at the back. The window looked out on the street and Christine, looking out, noticed half a dozen young men lurking on the street corner, obviously hoping to snatch up the odd wayward girl coming or going. She shook her head. She had been considerably shaken by the interview with Connie; had no idea just how wayward these girls could be.
She began to unpack, leaving her sexy underwear on top of the dresser so it would be noticed. Feeling that she had failed abysmally in the oral examination, she was glad that she at least had the proper garb for waywardness.
Connie came back with the vibrator.
She noticed the crotchless panties and the bra with holes cut out for the nipples and she nodded approvingly.
She said, "I'll leave you alone ... to get acclimated. Your roommate is due shortly so if you wish to vibrate your cunt before she gets here-in privacy, I mean-you'd better not delay too long." She smiled strangely and went out.
In Watson's office, Connie said, "I'm certain she isn't what she claims to be."
"Too bad," he said. "Good looking piece."
"Yes, but it's better not to take a chance ... until we have a bit of leverage, eh? And, anyhow, Miss Wilson should be arriving at any moment and we have no doubts about her."
They grinned conspiratorially at one another.
Watson's cock was hard and Connie's mouth was watering. They were going to teach Bonny how to behave, no doubt of that.
Christine, shocked and confused and wondering if she had gotten in over her head, sat on her bed.
All those questions regarding her sex life had amazed her, for she was quite innocent. Dogs! Other women! Cock sucking! Dildos and vibrators! The very thought embarrassed her.
But it had also made her horny.
She felt steeped in depravity--not a part of it but surrounded by it--and it simply had to affect the girl. She wished that Rick were there right now. She felt like fucking.
Then she noticed the vibrator on the dresser....
Christine had seen phallic-shaped vibrators in shop windows and she knew a few girls who had them but, although Christine considered herself a modern, liberated woman, she was totally inexperienced in such orgasm-inducing devices. She had always thought they were rather silly, more a joke than an erotic stimulant. Still, some of her girlfriends swore by them and ... and there was one right there on the dresser.
She got up and picked up the long plastic cock-shaped tool and looked at it, turning it around in her hand. She was both curious and sexually aroused. It was about eight inches long, with a flaring head. She switched the tool on and it began to hum and vibrate in her hand. She could see that it would not be unpleasant to apply such a thing to her clitoris. It could also be used like a dildo up her hole. She began to feel very excited and quite deliciously naughty. Shall I use it? she asked herself. Why not? There was no harm in it, it would feel good and ... was she rationalizing? ... it could be considered part of her investigative reporting.
She tossed it, still switched-on, onto the bed, where it buzzed away like an angry hornet-or a disembodied cock, furious that it was not stuck up a cunt.
She took her sexy short leather skirt off, leaving the crotchless panties on. She took her blouse off. After thinking about it for a moment, she put the bra on-the one cut out around the nipples. Her nipples were stiff and stuck out very nicely through the oval holes. Christine looked at herself in the mirror and felt a tingle of depravity at her sultry, sexy appearance. It was fun, feigning waywardness, she thought. There were certain advantages in being lewd and wanton. And since she was playing the role, she figured she might as well reap the benefits.
She sat down on the bed, picked up the humming vibrator and touched the tip to her nipples Her nipples fairly exploded as the smooth surface shimmered over them, standing out like pink rockets from her areolas-as if they had burst through the fabric of the cut-out bra.
She massaged her tits for a while, sitting in the cross-legged lotus position. Then she turned the vibrator upon her pussy.
She massaged her clitoris and it sent shivers of passion racing through her body.
She ran the mobile tip up and down her slot, along the unfolded cunt lips, and her gash filled with love juice.
She slid the plastic cock down and let the busy tip flutter in the crack of her ass and prod at her tight asshole.
It had never before in her life occurred to the girl reporter to caress her anus, nor had a man ever touched her there. It took her by surprise to realize what she was doing-a thing that she had never dreamed of doing coming so naturally to her. She figured that the clothing must be responsible--that in donning the garb and the paint of a trollop, she had somehow gained the accompanying instincts and desires. And she didn't mind at all.
Bringing the vibrator back to her crotch, she began to work the head around in her juicy cunt, pushing it slowly up her hole. It hummed merrily away inside her, nicely rubbing her cunt to a froth. She gazed down, fascinated, watching as she pushed the long tool in and pulled it out. It came out glistening with cunt juice; her pussy clutched and clung to it; as she pushed it up her twat her hot love box squished juicily.
She began to tremble; her hot body was vibrating like the device, as if the impulse from the tool's batteries had been passed into her nerves.
She came within minutes, gasping and whimpering.
But her orgasm had not diminished her passion in the slightest. On the contrary, it felt so nice that it inspired her to a brand new desire even before the final spasms of her first climax had passed, the joy of coming feeding upon itself to arouse new lust in a vicious--or not so vicious--circle. The vibrator made her horny; being horny she wanted to come; coming felt so good that it made her horny all over again. It occurred to her that she might sit there using the vibrator all day but the thought was not unpleasant and it didn't even embarrass her--she could always blame her rare lust on the sexy clothing she wore, if she needed to shift the blame. But she didn't think she needed to do that and she thought that after this assignment was over she just might have to buy herself a vibrator.
She was wondering where she could hide a vibrator, so that Rick wouldn't find it when a second orgasm sneaked up on her. She found herself shivering with waves of delight.
"Golly," she gasped, amazed at her own body.
And she was still horny.
She pulled the cunt juice-coated tool out of her box and looked at the humming tip. She grinned wickedly, feeling more erotic than she had ever felt before. She held the tip to her mouth and licked it, tasting her own cunt juice.
Oh, this is terribly naughty, she thought.
But that didn't make it less attractive; in fact, she realized, thinking a thing was wicked only made it all the more thrilling.
She licked up and down the head and shaft and then pushed the tip into her mouth and sucked on it. She had never sucked a cock and she wondered if a real flesh and blood dick would vibrate that way in her mouth.
She would have to find out someday soon . . .
The tool glistened with saliva now and her tongue tingled with the spicy flavor of her own cum. She began to push the phallic instrument up her pussy again, changing positions now and fucking herself this way and that.
She lay on her back and raised her legs, kicking at the air as she fed plastic prick to her cunt.
She lay on her flank and shoved the tingling tool up her gash from the front, then from the back.
She worked the tip up her asshole a few inches while she rubbed her clitoris with her fingers.
She knelt on hands and knees and pushed the phony cock up her cunt from the back, then took her hand away, leaving the big rod up her hole. Her ass flew about and she humped away as if it were a real man pouring his cock to her doggy-fashion-pretending that it was a man, fantasizing, her mind every bit as hot and excited as her pussy.
First--for she was basically a faithful, one man woman--she pretended that it was Rick behind her.
But then her thoughts drifted. She thought about all the perversions that Connie Caruthers had questioned her about and started to imagine that it was a strange man fucking her from behind. She pulled the dick out, put it back in and pretended that it was a second man, that she was kneeling there taking one man right after the other in a gang bang. And loving it! She began to say, "Fuck me ... fuck my cunt ... you can all fuck me...." and her words were inspirational. She got so excited that she even found herself pretending that it was a dog fucking her dog-style and spilling his canine cream up her hole in bestial frenzy.
When she came this time she plucked the dick out and slapped it into her mouth, sucking on it and imagining it was a real cock shooting into her mouth. There was so much cunt juice on the stick that it was not hard to pretend that a man had just blown a load of cum into her mouth. She wondered if cum tasted like cunt juice? Her ass weaved and rippled as the spasms of orgasm ripped through her loins.
She grinned ruefully.
Oh, I'm so wicked, she thought, enjoying the feeling. Even the twinge of shame was pleasant and exciting.
I wonder if I have time to vibrate myself to another orgasm before my roommate shows up? she thought.
Because it was a private thing, of course--not the sort of thing one would do in company. Little did she know....