Chapter 5
"Sex And The Sadists"
"Things changed fast after that night. Once the cat was out of the bag about my sex life - I mean, once my old man knew that now I was called Savvy for a damned good reason, I really let go. I had no worries about either of them doing anything to control me, because I had enough on both of them to make a judge turn white, if I blew the whistle.
"But, I hit a kind of low spot. I went to a couple of parties at the Mason's and with them, but the same kicks just didn't come. I began to think that maybe I should go back to fucking with kids my own age. They were a little on the square side, but they didn't take it as casually as the adults seemed to. Once the old guys got a taste of sex, it seemed to become routine with them, no matter what position they tried.
"I did find out one thing, though - that sex is better when there are people watching. The next best thing is to have pictures taken while you're doing it. The more I got to thinking about that angle, the more I wanted to try it on my own.
"I worked on my old man for a good movie camera, and also a Polaroid that took color pictures. I picked up on Moira, and I found that she'd been having a lot of sex, but it was all with two or three guys - and no orgies at all. I showed her a couple of pictures that the Masons had given me, and she flipped over the idea. And I found out that she had been trying something that I didn't know anything about: 'Pot.' "It was kind of cute, the way she asked me about it. She asked: 'Have you gone pottie, yet?' That's a thing that most parents say to little kids, when they are talking about pissing or taking a crap. But I knew that she was talking about marijuana, because a lot of the kids at school were spouting off about it.
"To be honest, I had never needed anything to turn me on, and I sure as hell didn't want to escape from all the fun that I'd been having. Besides, I'd become a pretty good boozer, and if I needed to relax or get rid of a case of nerves or boredom, I found that scotch did a good job.
"But Moira told me that the only way that she knew of to take any pictures of a whole bunch at the same place, was to join one of the 'pot parties' that were going on all the time. She'd smoked it a couple of times, but always with just one guy. She said that it really 'sent' her, but she had been afraid to go to one of the parties because she had heard that the cops were wise to what was going on and were watching some of the older kids pretty close, trying to pick up on one of the parties and grab whoever was handling the stuff.
"I told her I could arrange it at my place. I knew that I could talk my old man into going away for a weekend or at least staying out all night, so we planned it that way. Moira got pretty hot just looking at the pictures I showed her, and hearing me tell about how it was at the orgies. She told me that she had been wondering how it was with girls, and I told her it was all right. Remember, when we'd fooled with that dumb dildo that she rigged up, we had never gone down on each other, though we had been close.
"I asked her if she wanted to try it and we did. She was hot as hell and came after I'd licked her knob and ran my finger up her cunt for less than a minute. When she went down on me, she was awkward at first, but then she got the hang of it when I helped guide her tongue and finger to the right place in my snatch. She learned fast, because she thought of nipping my knob with her teeth, and that always did help me come better. Then we tried it once in the sixty-nine position and we both came close to the same instant.
"She was pretty good, and she said she liked it, but, like me, she thought it was better with a man doing it with his prick. I told her that she hadn't really lived until she was having it with two or three others at the same time, or watching others do it while somebody was working on all the hot spots on your body. She was pretty excited about the party we were going to have, but I told her to be sure she could trust everyone she invited, because I didn't want to get into trouble with the fuzz - especially since I didn't use marijuana myself.
"It was easy to work it with my old man. I called him at work one morning and told him that Mom was downtown for a day's shopping with a friend, and that I wanted him to come home and have some fun with me. He started to beg off, saying that he had thought about what we'd done and it wasn't right. I told him that whether it was or not, I was hot for him, and that he had better take care of me or I'd find somebody else. He agreed to go home and I told them I was sick and went home.
"I was there before he was, and I stripped and took a shower. In a way, I was pretty excited about having it with my old man again. He'd been pretty exciting, and he did know how to reach all the spots. I guess that maybe the 'forbidden fruit' idea turned me on even more.
"When he came home, he looked a little guilty, but when he walked in and I stood there with a glass of scotch for him and one for me, and he got a look at my boobies and my cunt, he began to drool over me, just like any other man would. I gave him a good kiss when I handed him his drink, and he couldn't resist kissing my nipples, then grabbing at my snatch with his fingers. I helped him undress, and we went at it right in the living room.
"I sucked him off, first, while he was playing with my titties, and I kept on until his prick was as hard as when he started. Then I told him I wanted to be fucked 'doggie,' and I got on my hands and knees on the couch and he mounted me from the rear. I knew that it would really turn him on, being able to look down and watch his donger going into my box, and at the same time, be able to stare at my asshole while he shoved a finger up inside it.
"I had learned to like it that way, because when a guy has a big cock, like my dad has, it goes in a lot deeper from the back, and it doesn't hurt. The disadvantage of that way is that it doesn't get your knob quite as much, but with the asshole fingering, and the other hard-to-reach places inside your pussy being touched, it works out good. And, my father knew all those things, because he skipped the asshole punching and reached around and fingered my knob while he plunged his cock into me. He also fingered my nipples, using his fingernails, and that really turned me on.
"After we came that way, we had one more round, with me straddling him, facing him as he sat on a low kitchen chair. I had to do a lot of the action, but he helped by putting his hands under my ass. It was a kick to look into his eyes and see how much he was enjoying me - how much I turned him on. And when he came, he really had a look like a wild animal. He was pumping away, arching his back to get his cock farther up inside me, and we had perfect contact.
"We came at the same second, and he relaxed and grabbed me and we sucked tongues until we were both ready for another one. But this time, we just did it the old-fashioned way, and he really made me get my rocks off.
"While we were getting dressed, I told him about the party I wanted to give, and he didn't object much. I didn't tell him about the marijuana, of course, and he said he'd work something out with my mother so that I could have the house to myself all of Friday night and until late Saturday afternoon. He was more concerned about my boozing than he seemed to be about the sex, and he asked me to take it easy with the booze.
"To be honest, I was pretty let-down with the marijuana and with the kooks that used it. If this was their idea of being turned on, I felt sorry for them.
"There were eight of us, four boys and four girls. The girls were all about my age, but the guys were all older -two of them were in college. One of them had the 'stuff,' and they didn't even have a drink before passing around the pot. I told them I'd never 'turned on' with it, but they just laughed and told me to light up and to inhale deeply on every puff, and to breathe deeply of all the fumes in the room. I had never smoked, so it didn't taste good to me. I choked a little, but I kept at it.
"I got a funny glow, but I didn't like it any more than the good, relaxed feeling from a few belts of scotch. I think it made me loosen up and get a little sexy, because I could see that Tom, the college guy who had brought the pot, had a hard-on shaping up inside his pants, and I remember that I wondered when he was going to get with it and take it out so I could see how he was hung.
"Moira was the one that got it going. She was on her second 'stick,' when she started getting undressed. Tom and the other older guy started helping her, taking off her bra and then her panties. Then the other girls began to strip and one of them dragged Tom off toward the bedroom. I stopped them and told them we were going to try something different - a sex orgy where we all watched and all joined in. They all went for the idea, but they didn't know much about what to do, so I sort of acted as guide.
"I liked the looks of the cock on this Tom, so I told him and Moira that the three of us would start it off. I positioned Moira on the couch with her pussy near the edge, and I got down on my hands and knees and told Tom to fuck me from the back. When he finally got it in good, I went down on Moira. I had to show him how to reach around and play with my knob while he was pumping away, but Moira cooperated pretty good. She moved in close, spread her legs wide and partially wrapped her legs around my neck. I guess that when Tom found that he had a good view of me licking Moira's cunt and shoving a finger up to get to the other spots inside her, it turned him on good, because he got with it and gave me a good humping.
"Moira came before Tom did, and I was a second or two behind him. When we untangled, I noticed that the others had been really taking it all in and that two of the guys were already lining up with one of the girls. One was going to give her a straight fuck while she sucked the other one's cock. I wanted to get some pictures, so I went to get the cameras. I took a couple of Polaroid shots of the two guys and a girl, and Moira and the other girl were getting lined up for a daisy chain with the other two guys, so I took a few shots of them.
"I noticed that within an hour, the rest of them began to goof off - one of the girls, who had been smoking pot steadily, flaked out on the floor and one of the guys was sitting beside her, smoking pot and trying to arouse her by sticking his fingers up her cunt and squeezing her knob. He didn't seem to really care whether he made it or not, and I began to think that this pot kick was for the birds, as far as pepping anyone up for sex. I got myself a couple of good stiff scotches and sodas, and after I began to feel good from the booze, I didn't even like the heavy odor of the marijuana in the room.
"I finally got them all to pay attention - except the girl on the floor - and told them we ought to knock off for a while and have something to eat. I'd fixed a lot of sandwiches but they didn't seem to have much of an appetite. Instead, Tom had passed around some more pot, and they were all puffing up a storm. They perked up a little and began to try some different combinations, but the action had slowed down. Moira seemed the only one that was really interested in sex, and she didn't use much pot. She even tried to rouse the girl on the floor by going down on her and raking her nipples with her fingernails while she licked her cunt, but the dumb dame on the floor just kept moaning 'Fuck me, Al, fuck me,' and rolling around in a stupor.
"Moira told me that it was her first try at marijuana, but she had brought her along because the kid had been bugging her to get her into one of the pot parties.
"By two o'clock in the morning, everybody was flaked out somewhere except me and a guy named Joe. He had knocked off the pot and had been belting away at the scotch. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, but he didn't know a hell of a lot about fucking and I had noticed that he was the only one of the guys who had ended up in any formation sucking another guy off. He hadn't acted as if he had known much about it, and I had gotten some pictures of it, but he was the only one that was still able to offer any fun, so I went to work on him.
"I showed him the stool position that I'd used with my father, and I came, but he couldn't. I went down on him and made him come in my mouth, and he tried to sixty-nine with me, but he fell asleep in the middle of it, so I got disgusted with the whole goddamned bunch. I made up my mind that pot wasn't for me, and also, that even if most kids thought the adults were square, they still knew more about 'fun sex' than any of the older kids, even with their pot turn-on.
"Around eight o'clock, they began to stir, and by ten, they were leaving. They all acted as if they had bad tastes in their mouths, but I didn't know if it was from the sex or the pot. I felt pretty good, but I had showered early and cleaned up the house a little while they were still flaked out. But as he was leaving, Tom asked me if I'd like to go to a party on Sunday. I told him that I didn't think pot was my dish, but he said that this would be a different kick, so I told him I'd go with him. He was a sophomore in college, and of the bunch that had been there, I liked him the best. He had a nice, big prick, and I thought that, without that damned pot to slow him down, he'd be pretty good - especially at the mixed sex bit.
"I had to air out the house to get that heavy, sickish smell of pot out of it. I didn't get many movies, but I took three rolls of Polaroid shots and some of them were pretty good. I decided I would take the ones of Tom to the party and let him see them. It turned out that they were pretty mild stuff.
"Tom picked me up at the house and headed toward the beach. He told me that the party was at a beach house that the parents of one of his girlfriends owned, and that it was different, because it was sort of a special sex club. He told me that he had only been to one gathering with the members, but that he was sure that I'd get a real kick out of it.
"Kick was right. I had never stopped to think about the extra kick I got out of being sucked or fucked when somebody was digging their nails into my breasts or into the soft parts inside my cunt. I doubt if I even knew what the word masochism meant, and even though I was aware of sadism, I surely hadn't tied it in with myself or any sex partner in my thinking.
"I'm no expert, but I think that everybody likes to be hurt a little. I always liked to have somebody nip my knob with their teeth, or dig their fingernails into my nipples or into the flesh inside my cunt. Even when I was just starting to 'neck,' I used to like a guy to bite my ear and neck - sometimes, so hard that the teeth marks would show, or would leave what we call a 'hickey.' But I never thought about being cut or burned or whipped with anything.
"We started off the party with some drinks. I was sort of relieved to see that most of them were lots older than Tom, and a hell of a lot older than me. The only one that was under 35 besides Tom and me, was his girlfriend, Erica. I didn't like her much. Maybe I was jealous, but she seemed sort of cold and hard. There were way more men there than women, and they were older and seemed to have plenty of money, judging from the cars that were parked around the place and the clothes they wore.
"The beach house was really laid out. There was a big room with a kitchen running off one end, and four bedrooms. In the main room, there were a lot of couches and chaise-lounges, as well as plenty of lounge chairs. The weather was nice, but it was easy to see that no one intended to go swimming. There was a nice stretch of private beach, closed off with high wire fencing at both ends, with nice white sand.
"We sat around talking and drinking until everyone arrived. I took it easy on the booze, because I wanted to be in shape to know what was going on.
"I had shown Tom the pictures and he asked if he could show them around. I didn't mind. I'd even included a few that the Masons had given me, and he thought they were terrific, so he passed them all around. I got a lot of compliments on my shape and one old guy about 50 or so, gave me his business card and asked me to call him about doing some posing for a photographer friend of his. I didn't think anything of it at the time, and just shoved it in my purse.
"Erica started the ball rolling when she stepped out into the middle of the room and beat on her glass with a spoon, to get the attention of everyone. She seemed to know most everyone in the room and to be the sparkplug of the affair. She was tall, almost six feet, and she had enormous breasts and a pretty big ass, but on her frame, they looked pretty sexy. She said that they had a newcomer - meaning me - and that somebody ought to 'start Savvy off easy.' I was a little nervous, but Tom told me that I'd get my kicks and not to be scared, so I just stood up and took a bow when she mentioned my name.
"The old guy who had given me the card stepped forward and asked if he could have me 'brush him.' They all seemed to think that it was a good idea, so Tom pushed me into the center of the room and the old guy - his name was Jerome - began to take his clothes off. Erica told me to strip, and while I did, I was happy to hear the buzz from the others, when I took off my bra and panties and stood there naked. It was clear that they liked my body, and they also liked the way I didn't pretend to be shy. I was surprised at the nice body the old guy had. Jerome must have spent a lot of time in the sun and maybe in a gym, because he had hard muscles in his chest and stomach, and his donger was real good size, even though it wasn't anywhere near hard, yet.
"I liked the way he was looking at me and I thought that it would be a good challenge for me to be able to bring the old guy to a nice hard-on and see if I could keep it that way for maybe two or three comes.
"He motioned me over to the big couch in the middle of the room, while the others settled down with their drinks to watch. I laid down on the couch, waiting for him to take the lead in what I was supposed to do. He got on his knees beside me and began to nibble at my nipples. He wasn't gentle, either. He was really using his teeth. He would clamp down on my breast, taking a lot of it in his mouth and sucking it, then he would bring his mouth off while he clamped his teeth down, and when he reached my nipple, and it was almost coming out of his mouth, he would give an extra sharp nip. Meantime, he was digging his fingers into my cunt. He found my knob and began to use his fingernails on it, pinching it and drawing it out.
"He moved up on the couch and spread my legs, and I could see everyone watching us. I could also see that his prick wasn't a bit stiffer than it was before, and I wondered a little if he wasn't able to get a hard-on. I knew that a lot of older guys couldn't. I reached down and felt it before he crawled down between my legs, and I dug my nails into his balls - hard. Then I let my nails rake along the flab of it as I let go. It made him quiver a little, but he just went down on me. He pushed my legs up and spread my twat as wide as he could with his fingers, and then he went in after my knob with his teeth! He really knew how to go just to the limit, and to stop when it really would make you bleed, and he ate at it for a couple of minutes.
"He climbed up off me and took my hand and pulled me to my feet. 'My turn, now, Savvy,' he said, lying down on the couch with his legs spread wide. His prick was still soft, and I wondered if my sucking it or biting at it would ever bring it to a good hard-on. But, before I could go down on it, Erica came over and handed me a hairbrush! She was smiling, but it was a cold smile. She told me: 'Jerome likes the brush, Savvy. You take it, and use it one him. Start with his legs, then his stomach, and finally, beat him on the cock and balls with it!' "I took it, but I didn't know if I could use it. I just stood there, knowing that everyone in the room was watching, and I took a weak little tap at his legs, which he'd spread wide. I really only let the bristly side of the brush fall on his leg, and he surprised the hell out of me by reaching out and grabbing my cunt and digging his fingernails into me. He really hurt me, and surprised me, and almost automatically, I let go with the brush! I beat the hell out of his legs - up high, near where his flabby cock was lying nestled between his thighs. I could see it begin to rise up and swell, right from the first stroke, and when I moved up and began to hit his flat, muscular stomach, it really began to grow.
"He was still grinding his fingernails into the * softness of my snatch, but it didn't seem to hurt as much. I began to take swings at his cock, and hit him harder and faster, and with every stroke, his prick got bigger and bigger.
"He finally had a real good hard-on, and it was a dandy! Then he grabbed me and flung me down on the couch and rolled me onto my back. I knew I was ready, and he just took the brush and handed it to Erica, who was standing fairly close to us, and then he began to fuck the living hell out of me. He just plunged that big cock into me as far as he could go, while his nails dug deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks. He hollered, 'Now!' and Erica stepped over and really began to beat his ass and legs and back with that brush, and man, did he ever come alive. I don't think anyone had ever rammed me as hard and deep as Jerome did.
"I tried to make my orgasm meet his, but I was a little late. He shot a pint of hot, sticky jism into me, it seemed, but he tapered off real good, keeping up the pressure on my knob, so I managed to come a few seconds after he did.
"He was like an old-fashioned knight when it was over. He pulled it out, stood up and bent over and kissed each one of my nipples. Then he buried his lips inside the lips of my pussy, and each time he said, 'Wonderful! Thank you, my dear.' The others even clapped a little and laughed when he did this, and from there, they all scattered around to different couches and bedrooms, picking their partners, or in some cases, three or four to a group.
"Jerome asked me if there was any special way I liked it, and said he'd be glad to do anything. Tom and Erica were talking, and they came over and said they would like me to go to 'the special room' with them, and Jerome asked if he could come along. I had lost my fears by now, but I asked them if I could have a double scotch and soda, and Jerome fixed a drink for all of us. We went to one of the bedrooms at the far end of the house, with a big picture window overlooking the beach, and I saw why it was called the 'special room.' "There was a big frame bed in the room, and it was rigged with handcuffs and leg shackles at all four comers. There were adjustable gadgets on the cables, to fit any length arms and legs, and I began to get a little scared. I had liked Jerome digging his fingernails into my cunt and his teeth into my nipples, but I didn't know if I was ready for any hairbrush - and especially for one of the several whips that were in a row on a table near the bed.
"I was catching on fast, and I wasn't sure that I wasn't in over my head with this bunch of pain specialists. I didn't mind beating the hell out of somebody else, but I didn't need any punishment to turn me on, and actually, it didn't do too much to pep up my sex feelings. I thought that I would enjoy Jerome, the way he'd been, without any pinching or biting or whipping, because he had a good cock once it was up and able, so I wasn't too eager to let myself be tied down and fucked around with.
"But Tom volunteered for the first session, and it was a relief to me. Erica fastened him in after he had stripped, and she had taken off her clothes. I was amazed at what a sexy body she had: big tits, a nice, tight-looking pussy, and that wide ass and broad hips. I wondered about the scars on her ass and legs, but I figured that she liked her whippings harder than most of them. I guess I counted on Tom and even Jerome, to see that I didn't have to have it too rough, my first time. But I was interested in what they would do to Tom. I learned a lot about the sadists from that session, and also about the ones who can enjoy sex better when they feel they are being forced or punished.
"Tom was one of those. That's why he hadn't been able to really get with it the other night at my house, I guess. He had some wild tastes in sex, but he had to be able to tell himself that he was 'forced into it,' or else he had to feel lowdown, so he could look at the whips and the pricks in his mouth as punishment.
"Oh, yes, he was a cocksucker - or at least he was if he was 'forced to,' and couldn't do anything about it. He also liked to be bit on his cock - and I mean bitten until the blood ran. I didn't know what my part was to be, but Erica made it pretty clear when she handed me a short riding whip and told me that, when they got going good, I should beat her across the but with it - and to really lay it on!
"Tom lay on his back. He had a wild, excited look in his eyes, and Erica took a hairbrush that had metal bristles and began to scrape it up and down along Jerome's prick. Every once in a while, she would beat him on the thighs with it, and in a couple of minutes his cock got hard and stiff and she stopped.
"Before he could lose his hard, he straddled Tom's face, propping himself up with his hands on top of the bed frame. He used one hand to guide his cock into Tom's open mouth, and I swear, he began to jam it into Tom's mouth as hard and deep as he had shoved it into my cunt. But I could tell that Tom liked it, because I watched closely and saw that, at the end of the 'in' stroke, Tom would clamp his teeth down on Jerome's prick and really bite, letting it nip the head of Jerome's prick each time it came out from between his lips.
"Meanwhile, Erica had laid down with her head in position to gobble Tom's prick. She was on her stomach and she had one hand underneath her, so she could reach up inside herself and play with her own knob while she sucked Tom's cock. But she was doing more than suck it: she was doing the same kind of biting that Tom was doing to Jerome!
"When she got going she mumbled to me, while her mouth was filled with Tom's prick, to whip her. I was so damned mixed up - half scared - half hotter than I'd ever been, that I must have gotten carried away. The first crack I hit Erica was a good belt across her fat ass, and it brought a flick of blood! She moaned and bit Tom's cock harder, and I guess the sight of it really turned me on, because I began to really lay that whip across her body. I began to get scared, and I eased off, but she didn't even seem to notice. When I got going with the whip on her, all three of them seemed to get whipped into a lather, and the action was something!
"I don't know if they all came together, but they were awfully close, and within a few seconds of each other, they began to relax. You know something? I hadn't even realized it, but towards the last, I'd been shoving my fingers up inside my cunt and really digging away at my knob. I was hot and I needed a come!
"Erica rolled over and looked at me, and she pulled me over to the bed and went down on my cunt, using her teeth and her fingers while Tom and Jerome watched, and inside a minute, I came like a thunderstorm.
"But that was only the beginning of the ways that you could turn on with this setup. Erica wanted the next turn in the handcuffs and shackles, and Tom fastened her in good. He asked me if I thought I could try the whip, and I was half-loaded from the booze and three-quarters drunk with sex, so I said I would try. The way it worked, I straddled Erica so she could work on my cunt with her mouth, while Tom was down on Erica's pussy, shoving his cock in while he held her ass up with his hands.
"Jerome was the oddball in this setup, so he got to use the whip. He handled that whip so that he got me and Tom's back on alternate strokes, and a few times he cut it close and laid it onto my ass.
"It was something else, I'll tell you! With Erica nibbling hard at my box, letting her teeth close around my knob, then taking the loose folds of flesh in her teeth and pulling them so far out while she bit, I could look down and see them, see flecks of blood on her lips and on the skin of my cunt. It drove me wild. Jerome could see that I was getting with it more, and he began to use that whip harder. I could feel Tom at one point lean forward and sink his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder while he was slamming his prick up into Erica's cunt as far and as hard as he could. And Jerome kept slashing away with the whip.
"I didn't notice until the end that Jerome had a big hard-on and he was whipping away at his own cock with one hand, masturbating like crazy. Just as I came, he shot a load into his hand and he licked it all off with his tongue!
"I was getting sore - not just my back and ass - but my cunt, but I wondered how it would be to be chained up like that, so I volunteered to take a turn. I knew that, in that position, I wouldn't have to take any more of the whip, so I let Erica fasten me in, not knowing what they wanted to try out, or what position they would take. And this was entirely different!
"Jerome got down below, holding the cheeks of my ass up high, and he shoved his prick deep into my asshole! Erica had the whip again while Tom positioned himself over my face with his prick in my mouth, upside down, while he used his tongue, fingers and teeth on my box. It must have been tight down there, with Jerome's cock in my asshole, and Tom digging into Jerome's belly to try to get his tongue into my snatch, but it worked all right for me.
"I sucked and bit Tom's cock, and he shot a load into my mouth long before I could come, so I swallowed it and kept on. Meantime, Erica was having a ball with the whip; first belting Tom's back and ass, and then switching to Jerome's back. She even flicked me a couple of times on the legs, where Jerome's body didn't cover me, and it gave me a quick thrill every time she hit me. She was clever with the whip, just flicking me with the tip of it so that it stung good, but didn't bring blood.
"That was it for that session. On the way home that night, I wasn't sure that it was really my dish, although I did have some pretty good memories of it. And, before I left, Jerome cornered me and said he wasn't kidding about the photographer, and that if I was interested, he was sure I could pick up quite a nice fee for posing naked.
"He asked if he could show his friend the pictures I'd brought, so I let him take them. There were some good shots in the bunch that showed my boobies real good, and a couple with my snatch wide open, plus a few good pictures of me with my ass to the camera. I think I have a nice ass, and a couple of men have even told me that I have a nice, attractive, and sexy asshole!
"I made a vague date with Tom for the next weekend, but I was interested in the offer of the meeting with the photographer, and Jerome had given me his card and asked me to call him next day - Monday.
"When I got home that night, I began to think about all that had happened, and I wondered if my mother and father, or the Masons, had ever tried sex kicks that way. It was strange, because while I was taking a shower, my father came into the bathroom. My mother had already gone to bed, and he spotted the marks on me right away. He asked me if somebody had beaten me, or if I was hurt. I told him the truth - that I'd been to a sex party where they went in for brushes and whips and chains, but that I hadn't really taken part in the violent parts of it.
"He began to get a hard-on while he looked at and felt the marks on my ass and legs, and I suddenly wanted him to fuck and suck me, without all the whippings and beating. I wanted a man inside me, and to feel lips on my breasts and cunt that were soft and gentle, and I told him that I wanted him to just have me and kiss me and baby me.
"He went to his room and stripped, mostly to check to be sure that my mother was asleep. He told me that she had taken on quite a load of booze and would probably sleep until noon the next day, and when he came to my room, he locked the door.
"He acted different, somehow. He didn't treat me like a little girl, but he was tender and gentle and loving, and after he made me come by sucking my cunt and massaging my sore nipples, I tried to give him the best fuck I could, and he said it was the best he had ever had, bar none.
"He told me that I was fooling with dangerous stuff, with the weirdoes and the whippings, and he didn't demand that I stop, but he practically begged me not to go back for any more of that kind of stuff.
"I'll never forget him laying there, his hand on my pussy, gently playing with my box, while he kissed the nipples of my breast, then my mouth, so gently. He said, 'What's going to become of my baby?' I remember how long I lay awake that night, thinking about him, and wondering if it was really as wrong as everybody said, to love your father that way, and to let him fuck you and suck your pussy. After all, it made both of us so happy, and it didn't really hurt anyone. I was on the pill. My mother was asleep and didn't know. Besides, she was out fucking around with a lot of other guys - women, too - as far as I knew, so why should we think of her?
"I called Jerome the next day, from school, and he said he had arranged an appointment with the photographer on Tuesday night. He said he would be there, to see that everything went right, and I agreed to meet him and let him take me there.
"I thought we would go to a studio, but it was a swanky private home in Beverly Hills, and I wasn't the only girl there. It was the first time in my life that a man seemed to look at my naked body without getting a hard-on. Burke - that was all I ever knew him by - was all business. He told me to strip, and the two other girls did, also. They were a lot older than me, and they were pretty calm about the whole thing. One of them looked 40, and she told me that she was a professional stripper. The other one was married and had three kids and no husband, and both of them were curious as hell as to why a pretty young girl like me with a body like I had would want to be photographed nude.
"I didn't really have an answer, so I told them that I was alone in town and needed the money. I guess they believed me, and we had a three-hour session, posing in all kinds of positions.
"I thought that, when we were finished, Burke and Jerome would want some action, but they didn't. They both seemed to be only interested in getting good pictures, showing a lot of cunt and tits, and believe me, they did. They posed us alone, in pairs, and as a trio, and my eyes were burning from the flashbulbs when Burke decided he had enough. I was ready to fall over when he handed me four one-hundred-dollar bills! But Jerome told me that was standard pay. The trouble was, I didn't know what to do with them. I thought that the best thing would be to tell my father about it, and let him keep the money for me.
"Jerome asked me if I wanted to go to his house for a little drink and maybe a little sex, but I was tired and I didn't want to go through any of the sadism and masochism bit, so he satisfied himself by getting down between my legs in the back seat of his car, outside Burke's place, and sucking my cunt until I came.
"I didn't tell my father about the money that night. I thought I would wait until we had fucked and sucked again, like we had the night before, and we were real close to each other, I didn't know then, but Jerome had said he was my step-father, and had signed a release form that allowed the pictures Burke had taken to be used in one of the big men's magazines.
"From then on, I seemed to be the most popular girl in the state. The Masons called. Tom wanted me to go to more parties - even Erica called me twice and wanted me to go with her to some sex orgies. Moira and her bunch of kids - and that is what they seemed like to me, now -kept pestering me at school. I began to take days off from school, but not for any of those creeps. I began to skip school to spend some time with a guy that I met quite by accident.
"Steve was a hippie, but he was different. He wasn't on dope or pot, and he talked a lot about things like 'Identity with God,' and 'finding one's place in the universe.' He was sexy, all right, and we fucked up a storm, right from the first time I wait out with him. But there was a lot more to him than just his cock. I think that, for the first time, I was falling in love."