Chapter 5
Monday morning Linda went to work as usual.
Saturday night and all day Sunday she'd felt as though she could never face the world again, but Monday's clear, crisp morning sunlight revived her spirit. No one can tell anything by looking at me, she assured herself.
She lost herself in the familiar routine of work and was surprised to find Mr. Craven locking his desk. She hadn't realized it was closing time. She cleared her own desk, locked up, and walked through the quiet corridors to the main part of the library en route to the parking lot and her car.
She did a couple of errands she would normally have done over the weekend and then drove to her apartment. Parking in her usual slot, she saw a girl lounging at the apartment's rear entrance. A quick second look disclosed that it was her niece, Carole. Linda sat with her hands limp on the steering wheel. What could this visit presage? Had Charlie gleefully betrayed Linda's shameful exploitation?
She made herself get out of the car. "Hello, Carole," she forced herself to call upon approaching the apartment doorway. "Were you waiting for me?"
"Yes," the tall girl replied. In looks she was very similar to Linda but without the latter's maturity. "I'd like to come upstairs and talk to you if you'll let me."
"Certainly," Linda said with as much heartiness as she could muster. She thought that Carole seemed subdued.
There was no further conversation as they mounted the stairs. For a heartstopping instant as Linda turned the key in her door she wondered what she'd do if the boys were in the apartment, but it was empty. "Coffee?" she asked Carole when they had proceeded to the living room.
"No, thank you." Carole seemed definitely ill-at-ease. The girl sat down in an armchair and repeatedly smoothed her miniskirt down over her lap, an action which still afforded a view of long, sleek-stockinged legs and round thighs. Linda sat down on the couch opposite Carole. The girl had been staring down at her hands plucking at the hem of her skirt, but she finally looked up at Linda. "I can't understand why you haven't told mother about what I did to you," she said.
"Why-" Linda began.
"At least I assume you haven't told her, because she hasn't made me reacquainted with the hairbrush as yet," Carole went on. The dark-haired girl smiled faintly. "I've been expecting to become reacquainted, arid the delay is making me nervous, so I thought I should talk to you. That's one of the reasons for my coming here," she corrected herself.
"I haven't told your mother, as you suspected, and-" Linda was surprised to find the decision full-formed in her mind "-I'm not going to tell her."
"You're not?" Carole bit her lip. "But after...."
"I consider what happened to be between the two of us," Linda said firmly.
Carole shook her head. "Now you make me feel worse than ever," she said ruefully. "My second reason for coming today was to apologize to you. Not for the spanking-I was still hot enough about mine to feel you deserved it. But I shouldn't have brought Charlie into it. I should have brought a girl friend. It was miserable of me shaming you like that."
"It's done now, dear," Linda said gently. Privately she wondered what Carole's reaction would be if the seventeen-year-old only knew what had followed from her vindictive spanking of her aunt.
"And you don't want any of your own back? You know you have only to tell mother and she'd blister me.
"I know," Linda agreed. "But a blistering for a blistering seems like fair exchange. After all, I didn't feel exactly right about my part in your spanking, you know."
"Mother just preempted your services," Carole said. "She has a way of doing that." The tall girl still looked troubled. "I feel like a heel," she said frankly.
"It's past," Linda said briskly.
"Well-" Carole rose to her feet abruptly and before Linda had any inkling of her intention the tall girl had crossed the room and draped herself across Linda's knees where she sat on the couch. Carole reached behind her and flipped up her brief skirt, disclosing a panty-stockinged bell-shaped behind. "I honestly think I'd feel better if you took a few whacks," the girl said in a muffled voice.
Linda dropped a palm upon the chubby backside and patted it. "It's all right, dear," she told Carole. Her hand glided smoothly over the girl's warm buttocks, caressing them. "You really have a lovely little seat, Carole."
"Nothing like yours," Carole replied. Her hips moved lazily in their thin covering under Linda's stroking palm. "You could have knocked Charlie's eyes off with a stick when he saw it." Carole sighed deeply as her long legs moved in a languorous rhythm as Linda continued to fondle the beige-colored amplitudes. "Charlie used to be my boyfriend, but I guess he's thrown me over."
"What makes you think that, Carole?"
Carole thrust herself slightly upward so that more of her behind was available to Linda's hand. "That feels good, Aunt Linda. Oh, I don't know. About Charlie, I mean. You get a feeling. I gave him everything he wanted, and now I think he's tired of it." The girl was silent for a moment as Linda stroked the plump buttocks in concentric circles. "Sometimes it's not easy to be a girl."
"Indeed it's not," Linda agreed.
"With boys, I mean." Carole lifted her head from its down-dropped position on the couch and half-turned so she could see her aunt's face. "I suppose you're horrified because I let him do what he wanted?"
"I think that's your business, dear," Linda said gently.
"You never know what they want," Carole said moodily. "I don't think they know what they want. From one five minutes to the next, anyway. They-say, you know your hand is really getting to me?"
"Is it, dear?" Linda stopped her stroking movement. "Would you like me to stop?"
"Oh, no. It feels nice. If a boy was doing it, I'd be all tensed up, waiting for him to grab. That's what I mean about them."
"I wouldn't blame one for grabbing from the evidence I see here," Linda observed. She resumed her half-patting, half-stroking caresses of her niece's plumped-out buttocks. "I'm liable to grab myself."
Carole giggled. "I almost said 'I dare you.'" Her tone had turned introspectively dreamy. "I had a girl friend once, really a good friend. We used to-you know."
"Play together?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Carole sounded almost drowsy. "It was nice. No complications. But I was afraid I was getting to like it too much. I cut it out."
"I think most women like that sort of thing, Carole. Regardless of what they're getting from their men."
"Really? Well, I can certainly see why. A man's body is hard, and muscled, and even uncomfortable, while a girl's-"
"Is soft, and round, and warm," Linda finished for her. She delivered a light slap to each pantystockinged hind cheek in turn, then upon impulse plucked at the elasticized waist of the thin material and drew it downward, exposing three-quarters of Carole's behind. "Just checking you for scars from your mother's hairbrush," Linda said lightly, surprised at her own boldness.
Carole giggled again. "I should check yours," she said. She half-turned again to look up at her aunt. "Find any?"
"Nary a scar." Linda moved Carole slightly forward on her lap, bent her head quickly, and planted a firm kiss on each warm, nude globe. "There. That's for nothing, Carole. Now do something."
The tall girl remained momentarily still after Linda's salute of her hind parts. Then she rolled over until she was face upward on Linda's lap. The pantystocking had slipped downward in front, exposing the soft bowl of her bare stomach, but her crotch was still covered. The material had been sucked into it, though, until it was starkly out-lined. Linda could see the compressed dark bush of Carole's pubic hair through the wispy material.
"Aunt Linda?" Carole said. She sounded slightly hoarse.
"Yes, dear?"
"Let's play."
Linda didn't pretend to misunderstand. "Are you sure you want to, Carole?"
For answer Carole scrambled upward from the couch. With the dispatch of an Indian shucking an ear of corn she peeled off her clothing. She kicked off her shoes, skinned the pantystocking down over her hips and legs and stepped out of it after pulling it off first one foot and then the other. Baby-naked, she sat down again on Linda's lap. "It's all yours, Auntie," Carole said with an attempted lightness that failed to conceal her nervousness.
Linda patted her, stroked her, played with her fleece, and kissed a tip-tilted breast. "It's all right, dear," she sought to soothe the girl. "You haven't made any mistake."
"I knew you'd never take the lead," Carole whispered with her lips against Linda's cheek. "What are we going to do?"
"First we're going into the bedroom, dear."
"And can I undress you?"
"You certainly may." She spanked the portion of Carole's smooth rump extending beyond Linda's supporting thigh, and Carole rose to her feet. They walked into the bedroom with Carole's nervousness a thing of the past. The girl seemed lightheartedly joyful. "I don't even know where to start," she giggled. "You'll never know how long I've wanted to do this."
Her hands flew over Linda's clothes-fastenings, stripping her aunt in seconds. Then the two white bodies came together beside the bed, belly-to-belly, with four hands cuddling four hind cheeks, while they exchanged a long, lingering kiss. "Mmmmm," Carole said when their mouths separated to breathe. "That was lovely."
"This is better," Linda said, drawing the girl toward the bed. She sat down herself, then pulled Carole forward so that they fell over on the bed with Linda on her back and Carole's tall body stretched out along Linda's. Carole's perky breasts were merged with Linda's larger ones, and Linda widened her legs and let Carole slip downward slightly. "Oh, boy!" Carole breathed. "Our pussies are touching!"
Linda filled her hands with her niece's upturned buttock cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. She ran a finger deeply into the girl's warm crevice, and Carole squirmed. "You're getting me-hot!" the girl gasped.
"And what happens when you get hot?" Linda teased.
"I gush, Carole answered. She rubbed her belly against Linda's, and Linda could feel Carole's fleece brushing vigorously against Linda's mound. "And gush, and gush, and gush. I need diapers. Charlie said he never saw anyone get as wet as me." She was silent for a moment. "I can't seem to stop talking about him."
"Or thinking about him?" Linda queried. She separated Carole's hind cheeks with her wrist and curved her hand far around so her probing fingers touched the girl on the quick. Carole gave a little jump.
"I don't think I'm in love with him," Carole said slowly when the height of the sensation imparted by Linda's probing hand had diminished. "But he really did get to me. He's so damn strong, almost carelessly strong-"
"Yes," Linda agreed, and could have bitten her tongue.
But Carole hadn't noticed. "I don't think I like boys very well," she said. "They're nice to you in the beginning, till they get what they want. Then even when they're still getting it they start to get rough. I'm a little tired of going to bed and being half afraid of getting hurt. It takes all the fun out of it." She smiled down at Linda. "Girls are better."
Linda rolled Carole onto her side and looked down at her niece's piquant features. "You really want to play, Carole?" she asked. "Hon-est-to-John and cross-your-heart?"
"Honest-to-John and cross-my-heart," Carole solemnly affirmed.
"And I don't have to worry about loose talk from you afterward?"
"I trusted you today because I believed you when you said you weren't going to tell mother about the other day so I wouldn't get my bare bottom whaled," Carole reminded her. "Certainly you can trust me, Aunt Linda."
"Then let me up for a moment."
Carole withdrew the arm encircling Linda's waist, and Linda slipped from the bed, walked into the front hall, and picked up the telephone. She dialed the number of the physical education office at the high school and smiled in gratification when the phone was answered. "Helen? I was hoping I'd catch you before you left for home. Why don't you stop by here on your way? I have an inducement."
"An inducement, Linda?" Helen answered. "You know, you sound excited. "What's the inducement?"
"I have a recruit," Linda replied. "And I'll guarantee her reliability."
"A recruit! How lovely! Anyone I know?"
"Why don't you come over and see?"
"I wouldn't miss it for a farm," Helen said warmly. "I'm on my way."
Linda smiled again and replaced the receiver.
Carole was sitting on the bed when Linda returned to the bedroom. "I could hear," she said, hugging her doubled-up knees. "But who is it?"
"Helen Dickinson, the phys ed teacher at school."
"She's cool," Carole said warmly. "And the girls like her. She plays?"
"You'll see," Linda predicted confidently. "But why are we wasting time?" She sat down beside Carole and cupped an erect breast with its dark areola, and grape-colored crest, then lowered her head and took it in her mouth Linda tongued the stiffening nipple steadily and in a few seconds a rash of goose bumps popped up on Carole's body. A long shiver ran through her, and she murmured something unintelligible as Linda's quick tongue flirted with her sensitive flesh.
Carole's free hand-the one that wasn't crowded against her side by Linda's body-sought out the smooth slope of Linda's creamy belly and stroked it. The hand dipped down into Linda's curls and played with them, then slipped still lower. A finger pressed for admittance at the juncture of Linda's round thighs, and Linda leaned backward a bit to allow the finger passageway while Linda shifted her attention to the mate of Carole's stimulated bubby.
Carole's questing finger danced lightly along the pathway of Linda's sex. The finger traced the pouting crease and lingered at the entrance to Linda's grotto. "Glad to see I'm not the only one with drainage problems," Carole said with a nervous snicker. She was silent for a moment. "Aunt Linda?" It came out almost in a whisper.
Linda removed her warm mouth from Carole's pear-shaped breast with its stiff-standing nipple. "Yes, dear?"
"May I see it?"
Linda twisted around on the bed until she could stretch out on her back. She lifted her legs, then widened them, and she heard the quick catch of Carole's breath as the girl gazed upon her aunt's fleecy mound and pink-lipped gash. Carole lowered her head until she was inches above Linda's cunt. Linda could feel her niece's warm breath on her most inflammable sexual part.
She had thought that Carole might be too timid to make a direct move, but the tall girl pressed her face down into Linda's thigh-juncture and planted warm kisses from mound to slit. Then she raised her head almost defiantly to look into Linda's face. Linda quickly raised herself, threw her arms around the girl, and kissed her firmly on the mouth so Carole would have no mental reservation about where her own mouth had been.
Carole had just started to return her attention to her former target when there was a knock at the door. "You come, too," Linda said, taking Carole by the hand. Carole's nervousness had returned, and she walked unsmiling with Linda in a symphony of jiggling breasts and wagging backsides into the front hall. "Helen?" Linda called before she removed the chain latch.
"You know it," Helen's cheerful voice responded.
Linda opened the door. Helen entered, her eyes flicking from nude figure to nude figure as Linda replaced the latch. "Carole, you lovely thing!" Helen exclaimed. "What a delightful surprise!" She threw her arms around the naked girl and hugged her tightly. Then her hand sped to the tall girl's fleece-lined jewel box and touched Carole's little bird. "I'll guarantee you I'm going to have a taste of that within five minutes!" Helen announced, and Carole smiled, the previous tension again relieved.
"First things first," Linda suggested as Helen embraced her and kissed her soundly. "Let's get you out of your clothes."
In the bedroom Linda and Carole removed Helen's dress and slip. Carole was awarded the task of unhooking the garter tabs and peeling Helen's girdle down. "Look at those freckles!" Carole whooped, staring at the light-golden dusting on Helen's wide-flaring bare buttocks.
"The initiation fee for newcomers is a kiss per freckle," Helen stated as she rubbed at the marks left on her stomach by her girdle.
"But I claim squatter's rights," Linda said. She dropped down on her knees behind Helen and kissed the milky hind cheeks inch by inch.
"What beautiful skin!" Carole marveled as she removed Helen's brassiere. "Aunt Linda, did you ever see anything like it?"
"Nor tasted anything like it," Linda added, climbing to her feet again.
"Let me start on my initiation fee," Carole pleaded as Helen took her firmly by the arm.
"Later, little one," Helen answered. "I hope we're going to explore the entire range of sexuality eventually, but I can't stay long right and your aunt will tell you I have a real thing about young girls' cunts. I want to suck yours. OK?"
Carole nodded with some of her former timidity returned; Helen's outspokenness startled her. She permitted herself to be led to the bed again, though, and Helen seated her on its edge. The phys ed teacher knelt in front of Carole and permitted her heavy breasts to drag across Carole's bare thighs. Carole shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Helen raised her hands and placed them on Carole's breasts, pushing her slowly backward until Carole overbalanced and sprawled on her back. Helen at once picked up Carole's thighs and spread them, disclosing to Linda standing slightly to one side the girl's compact salmon-lipped quim nestled in its raven fuzz. "Look at that lovely thing, Linda!" Helen said unctuously, smacking her lips. "I can taste it already."
With her hands still on Carole's thighs she slid the girl forward on the bed so her hips rested on its edge. Helen then promptly raised Carole's legs and draped them over Helen's shoulders as she crouched in front of Carole. A hissing sigh escaped the girl as Helen's ravenous mouth plunged down upon the exposed young pussy.
Helen's long pink tongue flicked and flirted all over Carole's, coral-colored slit, questing, penetrating, laving, and tickling. Muscles jumped in Carole's slender thighs at the stimulation taking place below her little pot belly. The girl leaned back on her elbows with her eyes closed as Helen worked busily at tonguing every sixty-fourth of an inch of Carole's cunt.
The girl was squirming now, her bare hips agitated, her breasts bobbing. "Ooooo, what-you're-DOING-to me!" she whimpered. Helen had to pause for breath for a moment before she returned to her delightful task.
Helen plunged her head down and sucked half of Carole's pink gash into her mouth, lipping at it and worrying it. Carole squealed and bucked her hips up into the air, forcing more of her excited twat into Helen's willing mouth. Helen chewed on it noisily as Carole's slim thighs writhed like snakes. "Ohhhhhhh!" the girl gasped.
Helen released her prisoner to dart her powerful tongue into Carole's damp orifice upon whose lips beads of moisture were plainly visible. Helen took time to lick them off before once again plunging her tongue within Carole's quiver. "Aieeeeeee!" Carole brayed, climbing with her hips again. "Aunt-Linda! Ooooooooh!"
Linda knew the girl wasn't calling for help. Carole was just expressing girlish surprise at the audacity with which Helen's tongue probed her to the core. The phys ed instructor hunched her broad, glistening shoulders as she worked her busy tongue like a little prick inside the tall dark girl's cunt. Then she removed the tongue and sucked the whole of Carole's play-pretty deep into her mouth where she squirted it from side to side and tongued it up and down.
"Ohh!" Carole exclaimed in a different, startled tone. "Ohhh, I-you're-ooooh, Aunt Linda, I'm-ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ooooh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
She humped her chubby bottom furiously as she spent into Helen's tightly-glued mouth which never became dislodged from its target despite Carole's violent reaction. Helen sucked and swallowed heartily as the muscles in the tall girl's thighs stood out like steel guitar strings. When Carole's bare behind sank down upon the bed again and the girl relaxed taut muscles with a long sigh, Helen backed off just enough to lick up the traces of Carole's orgasm which had somehow escaped Helen's vacuum-cleaner mouth.
"Ohhhh, God, I never f-felt like that with a man!" Carole whispered, trying in vain to suppress a tremor that rippled through her lovely body.
Helen had been cleaning her own greasy lips with the tip of her tongue; she looked at Linda inquiringly. "You mean she's not a virgin?"
"Not by at least one husky blond boy," Linda said. She had frightened herself by almost saying "one husky prick." She was going to have to watch her tongue, particularly in moments of sexual excitement.
"I wish I'd brought a dildo," Helen said wistfully.
Carole's eyes had been closed; she opened them. "What's a dildo?" she asked.
"A dildo is a substitute for a man's prick " Helen explained.
Carole nodded. "I've heard of them. I've never seen one."
"You will," Helen promised her.
"Well, you've been done up by an expert now dear," Linda said to Carole. "How do you feel?"
"I never felt anything like that before," Carole replied soberly.
"You mean you've never come with your boy friend?" Helen asked.
"Oh, I've come." Carole frowned slightly. "I think. But it never felt like that. I thought my bones were melting. It was simply great."
Helen glanced at the wristwatch which was her only article of apparel. "Linda-"
"Yes," Linda remembered. "You said you had to leave. What would you like us to do for you before you go?"
"The possible varieties stun my imagination," Helen answered. "But I'll save the real goodies for when I have time to relax and enjoy them. For now-" she hesitated "-how about you doing me up while Carole lets me have at her deliciously dripping cunt again?"
"No sooner said than done," Linda declared. She quickly positioned Helen on her back with her wide hips close to the edge of the bed. "Carole, dear," Linda instructed, "turn your back to Helen and sit down on her face. Carefully."
She watched while Carole widened her thighs and placed one on either side of Helen's head, then squatted gingerly. From the quick tremor at rippled through the girl's flesh Linda surmised that Helen hadn't waited to employ her Amazing tongue once more.
Linda sank to her knees and dropped her head upon the bright red curls of Helen's muff which stopped almost abruptly at her slit. Linda kissed the convex lower belly lingeringly before dropping her mouth to the inviting target. Helen had a big, sprawling cunt that seemed to wander all over the place, in contrast to Carole's neat, tight-looking little bunghole.
Linda licked rapidly at the soft lips with their traces of fine red hair just to stir the juices. She knew what Helen really liked. When she judged the time was right, she seized as much of Helen's pouting gash in her mouth as she could manage at one time. Helen's quick grunt of pleasure assured Linda that she was on the right track.
Linda worked at Helen's quiver, pulling at it with her lips, shaking it in her mouth, and tonguing it from time to time. More and more of Helen's musky moisture passed Linda's lips, and then Helen's thighs quivered suddenly and Linda tasted a quick spurt of semi-salty freshet. Simultaneously she heard a yelp from Carole whom she had almost forgotten since in Linda's face-to-cunt position she couldn't see the girl.
Linda worked at Helen's dripping centerpiece until she was sure her friend had had her full measure of pleasure. Then she backed away on her knees, taking her own pleasure in looking at Helen's friction-reddened, oily-oozing cunt-lips.
"I almost came again," Carole told Linda when she had raised her quim from Helen's face.
"That's fine, dear," Linda answered.
"I've got to leave, damn it," Helen sighed.
They helped her dress and saw her to the door. "This was the greatest," she said then. The redhead slapped Linda's bare seat exuberantly. "We're really going to have some times together. Soon?"
"Soon," Linda agreed.
Helen kissed them both and departed.
"I have to leave soon, too, or I may find my behind isn't as safe as I thought since our truce," Carole said to Linda. "But first I want to try to do you. You haven't had any. It won't be as good as you two can do, but I hope you'll like it."
"I'm sure I shall," Linda replied.
She lay down on the bed and almost dispassionately watched Carole's awkward efforts to bring her to a climax with the young mouth sucking noisily at Linda's sex. Linda moved gently in a simulation of excitement, but she couldn't fool Carole. "My neck hurts," the girl complained during an interval of rest. "And I'm not really turning you on."
"Believe me, I appreciate your attempt, dear," Linda said earnestly. "You'll be fine with a little more practice."
When Carole finally gave up, Linda sat up and kissed her. Carole dressed and they kissed again as they said their goodbyes at the door. "It was beautiful, Aunt Linda," Carole assured her.
"Except that I couldn't do it right for you."
"There's lots of time, dear," Linda said.
"For me to practice?" Carole asked.
Linda found herself blushing. She hugged the tall girl warmly, and Carole favored her with a bright, promising smile before she stepped out into the corridor.
Linda replaced the latch on the door, returned to the bedroom, opened the closet door, went to the bureau and removed the vibrator from the bottom drawer, sat down on the bed, and then watched in the pier-glass mirror while the ivory-white rod of the vibrator disappeared between the ivory-white thighs of the girl on the bed.
After Linda came with a twisting of her thighs and an involuntary jerking of her bottom, she was at once enveloped in the familiar quick feeling of shame at this further violation of her childhood-engendered prohibition against self-abuse.
But she couldn't help it.
She just got so wrought up she couldn't help it.
That evening she decided to go to a movie. After the good vibrations absorbed during the all-too-short stay of Helen and Carole, she couldn't stand the silence of the apartment. She dressed and went down the back stairs to the parking lot. It was dark, and she hurried to her car. Her stomach gave a sickening lurch when a bulky shadow separated itself from the car's shadow and moved toward her. Then she recognized Walter Cummings, the janitor, and she breathed again.
"You startled me. Walter!" she exclaimed. She realized it was the first time she'd seen him since the dreadful scene on Saturday morning, and a scant second later realized additionally that the man had been waiting for her to appear. A tide of adrenalin pumped renewed alarm through her system.
But she needn't have worried. Walter Cummings was almost crying as he tried to convey to Linda his abject apologies for his own part in her degradation. "They made me," he assured her in a choked voice. "I didn't wanna hurt you, Miss Linda. You always been nice to me." He was almost blubbering. "You was even nice to me then. You didn' call me ugly. They didn' have to hold you down. You even patted me afterward. I should've killed myself instead of hurtin' you like that."
"You didn't really hurt me, Walter," Linda hastened to say. Was there some way she could take advantage of this dog-like devotion? But she had already seen how helpless he was in the hands of the ruthless gang. "But you mustn't look through my keyhole, Walter. It isn't nice."
"But you're so beautiful, Miss Linda! I love to see you with your clothes off, all white an' soft!" Saliva dribbled from the comers of the thick lips. "I love to see-"
Linda felt herself flushing in the half-darkness. "Will you promise me something, Walter?" she interposed.
"Anything, Miss Linda," the hulking figure assured her earnestly.
"What happened Saturday morning-Linda drew a quick breath as unwanted images danced her mind "-will be our secret, just between the two of us, all right? Neither of us will ever say a word to a soul about those-those boys."
"If you say so," he agreed. He repeated what was evidently a familiar bead on his litany. "I'd do anything for you, Miss Linda. You didn' call me ugly. You was nice to me. You-"
"Goodnight, Walter," Linda said quickly. "Remember, it's our secret."
She waited for the nod of the smallish head on the great shoulders, smiled pleasantly at the hulking janitor, and moved quickly to her car.