Chapter 2
They took time out to rest after Olive got herself sort of straightened out. Petey sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette and he was patting Olive's naked rump, first one buttock, then the other and Ruthie finally decided that they would have to do something about the bed. Olive had lost all controls and she had wet the bed and it was a mess. She smoked a cigarette and waited for Olive to get her senses back and then Petey was hungry and she got up and went out to the kitchen so that she could fix him something to eat.
She felt funny walking around in the nude but when Petey sat down at the kitchen table and he stared at her crotch and her boobs, she felt real good about her shape and the way that she looked without clothes on.
After lunch, Olive helped her with the bedding and they put everything into the washer. She made the bed up again and when they got onto it, she was. a bit dismayed to realize that some of the edge was gone for her. Olive was still ardent and eager with Petey and she tried to get steam up again but she didn't quite manage it. Petey sat back against the headboard and the pillows and he had his legs open and he sort of enjoyed it when she started fooling around with him. She was trying to give him a hand job but it just didn't work too well.
Olive suggested that they all take a shower together and while they were doing that, Petey got hard and she began playing with him and Olive told her that she should simply kneel in the shower and blow Petey and she was sure ready and eager to do it. Petey was very eager to have her do it, too, and he kept playing with Olive's boobs and her slit while Ruthie sucked him off. He popped in a hurry, too, and when he was all finished, she had to use her fingers to put the fire out in her own crotch.
After a while, they went back to the bed and Petey lit the incense and the whole house began to reek with the sweet fragrance. While the incense was burning, Petey started fooling around with her and then he was ready and made her get up on her hands and knees and while he was pushing himself into her little sheath, she found that Olive was in front of her, legs wide, and she was begging her to eat her for a while and with every nerve pounding fiercely in her loins, she was eager to taste Olive.
She could feel Petey moving in and out of her tight little sheath and she was tasting Olive's ever-flowing juices and she had to make an effort to hang on to her sanity. The sensations she was experiencing were pleasant beyond her imaginings and she knew that she was coming constantly. And then Petey took his cock out of her body and she cried out in protest, but a moment later she felt the tip of his slippery cock touching the anal opening and it was a very different pleasure. He began easing himself into her and she began to feel the fantastic sensations he was inducing within her back hole and she felt the wind rising up into her throat, closing off her windpipe, and she just didn't care. Petey was into her and he was sliding his cock in and out of her ass-hole and it felt like a million worms with red-hot feet were squirming and crawling in her most sensitive flesh and she was spilling all over her legs and the wild, crazed sounds of an impossible ecstasy were coming from her throat.
Olive was holding her mouth tightly to the slippery red slit between her legs and she was riding her hips up and down on Ruthie's mouth and everything got to be too wonderful and she sort of drifted on a rising, cresting tide of purest bliss.
Petey was pushing himself in and out steadily and she was hoping that he would last for a long, long time, because she never wanted the wonderful, screaming pleasures to end and she realized, too, that getting fucked up the ass was the very nicest way of all for her. The blazing, frenzied ecstasies just went on and on and she couldn't stop coming and she was shaking and writhing in agonized bliss and then she felt Petey spurting into her depths and that really made her flip. They told her later that she actually went right out of her skull with joy.
"I love it that way myself," Olive told her, "but you scared the hell out of us. You really flip."
"I had no idea anything could ever feel so nice," Ruth said, smiling at both of them. "I just had no idea."
Olive and Petey stayed with her until the day was gone and Petey could do no more. Then Olive helped her put things to rights around the house and they left her. Olive told her that they would like to visit again and have fun and if she could work it out they would be glad to see to it that she had herself a nice time.
When she said good-bye to Petey and Olive for the time being, she hated to see them go. She was tired and hungry and worn out. She took a hot bath and sat in the tub for a long time, then she got into a pair of jeans and a blouse and stretched out on her bed to rest for a while until her folks got home.
Her mother found her asleep when she got home.
Ruthie sat up and gazed at her pretty young mother and she had a great deal of difficulty keeping her mind on things other than sex. Her mother was an exceptionally pretty girl, an ash blonde with a fabulous figure and she was barely thirty. Her mother was standing beside her bed in her pantyhose and miniskirt and when she looked at the long, beautiful legs, and the twin bullets poking their noses against her mother's blouse, Ruthie felt her face burning; her skin was prickling with new sensations. Winnie, her gorgeous young mother, was lots better-looking than Olive and Ruth was remembering how eager she had been to suck Olive's little cunt. She couldn't help wondering what Winnie looked like between her legs and an overwhelming desire to go down on her own mother assailed her and made her ashamed.
Winnie bent over and touched Ruthie's forehead with an investigating palm.
"You look a bit flushed, dear," Winnie said, smiling. "Do you feel all right, darling?"
"Sure," Ruthie said. "I feel fine."
She pushed Winnie's hand away and sat up. Her mother continued to smile as she watched Ruthie get up off the bed. Ruthie felt the weakness in her knees but she was all right very quickly. Winnie gave her another smile, then she turned and went out of the room. Ruthie went into the bathroom and she washed her face and then she was fully awake and ready to help with dinner.
When she went downstairs she found her mother already busy at the sink. She looked at Winnie and she had to admit that even in a simple house dress, her mother was a spectacularly good-looking woman. She was really hardly more than a girl. She had gotten married to Herb when they were both kids and now they were very young and handsome parents.
Ruthie had been thinking about how nice it could be if she ever got her father in bed. She had been thinking about things like that for a long time and she supposed that it was pretty normal for young girls to think about making it with their fathers. She had read somewhere that that was the way it was sometimes with girls. Psychologists knew all about it.
The Way she was thinking about her mother upset her a bit. She had always known that her mother was especially pretty and that men always looked at her longingly, but she had never even thought about having a lesbian relationship with her own mother before, but ever since she had gone down on another girl like she had done with Olive, she could see her mother as a very delectable item with desirable qualities.
She sat at the dinner table, listening to her folks talk about their little problems and she was almost overcome with a surge of affection for them. Herb, her father, was so young and good-looking, and,, Winnie, of course, was gorgeous and she wished that she could tell them how much she loved them.
"Eat, baby," her mother said. "You look a bit tired. You can rest and watch TV after dinner. I'll clean up and do the dishes."
She smiled at her mother and felt a twinge of guilt.
"I'm all right. I'll help you. I want to help you."
Winnie smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
When dinner was finished, Herb helped clear the table and then she worked with Winnie in the kitchen and she kept looking at her mother in a brand-new way.
Probably because of her new sexual knowledge and experience, she wondered about her parents and their sex life. They were usually very affectionate toward each other, kissing and hugging and she could imagine how it might be with them when they made love.
She sat with her parents in the living room while they all stared at the TV set and watched their favorite programs and Ruthie missed it all. Her mind was busy with other things. She kept thinking about her handsome young lather and what he probably had between his legs and she ached with the desire to feel his cock buried into her body. She felt her skin crawling and prickling with a strange sense of excitement as she realized that she wanted to feel Herb's cock in her ass-hole. That was the wildest for her, that was the way she got the most fun out of it.
She resolved that she was going to find out more about her body and its capacity for having fun when she went to bed. Herb and Winnie would be asleep or already busy with each other in some interesting way, she supposed.
Her mother sent her off to bed at ten and she was ready to go. She climbed into her bed in her long nightie and she decided that she would rest for a bit and then begin fooling around with her body and its interesting parts.
The next thing she knew, it was morning.
Winnie woke her as she was leaving the house to go off to church. Her father was still in bed, sleeping late.
Ruthie got out of bed and she went into her bathroom and shucked her nightie off and stood naked in front of the long mirror on the door. She liked looking at her naked body. The only flaw that she could see was the tuft of wispy hair on her pubis, so light it was almost white. She glanced at the glass shelf holding the array of scents and beauty aids that her mother liked to use and when she saw a depilatory lotion, she decided to try it on her wispy hair. She smeared some of it into her crotch and all of the hair there and then she began doing some of the other things that she had to do. She sat down and watched herself urinating in the mirror. That thrilled her a bit, too, and she wondered if she was becoming shamelessly depraved. It certainly would seem so.
She lifted her knees up under her chin, parted her legs then watched herself in the mirror as she used her fingers to bring on an orgasm. She was able to stop shivering then and when she felt the wet, slippery fluids from her orgasm in the palm of her hand she rubbed the valley between her buttocks, stitching and squirming with a new ecstatic shrill that she could feel each time her fingers toyed with her anus. She was very sensitive there and the lovely, rich sensations that she could induce by touching her ass-hole were fantastic, almost beyond description. She continued to play with herself for much too long and when she got ready to shower, the depilatory had dried on her pubis and she quickly rinsed it away as soon as she stepped under the shower. She was amazed to find that all of the hair that had been on her crotch and her vulva was gone, whisked away by the water. She rubbed her puffy pubis and thrilled to a brand-new sensation. She liked touching herself there and resolved to keep her crotch hairless from that day forward.
She dressed carefully, knowing her father would be in the kitchen. She had learned that she could easily turn him on just by being deliberately careless with her clothing and the way she moved around. She had glimpsed a massive erection in his pants many times and she could enjoy a feeling of intense sexual excitement, a feeling of sensual agitation that often made her cream in her pants. She enjoyed giving her father a free show and she was always bending over so that he could look down her blouse or sweater and see her beauties. She didn't need a bra because her breasts thrust straight out and there was no hint of sag, just the merest suggestion of fullness beneath each one. She knew that they were exceptionally pretty and she could get turned on herself just by looking at, fondling, and squeezing her nipples; a certain precise pinching while fondling them could trigger a lovely orgasm for her; she did it often.
She put a white sweater on and the shape of her boobs was clearly outlined and she didn't bother with a bra. She put on pantyhose, knowing that they made her legs look sexier and the miniskirt she wore practically offered anyone a free look at her entire person. She spent a lot of time on her face and eyes and when she went downstairs she had a sweet, virginal appearance-that ended as soon as anyone looked at her chest. She walked into the kitchen and her father looked at her and gulped.
He was a medium-sized man with tired eyes and a nice-looking face, a man who should have made great strides in industry or the arts, perhaps, but instead, he painted houses for a living and when the rainy season hit, spent most of his time at home.
"Hi, honey," he said. He was staring at her and Ruthie could see the naked desire in his eyes and she could feel the quick, oily stirring deep within her loins. Herb was looking at her chest and he was licking his lips and she ached with the sudden yearning for him and what he could do for her.
"Hi," she said, sullenly. She sat down in a chair and began pouring the dry cereal into her bowl and then she used the milk and she began eating, sitting opposite her good-looking father. She liked looking into his eyes, knowing what she was doing to him. She was sure that if she reached for his crotch under the table she would find him as hard as a rock. She could tell by the look in his eyes. He was staring at her chest and she couldn't resist giving him a real charge.
She got up and went to the stove for the coffee pot. She poured some into her cup and she managed to spill some on her chair. She laughed softly at her own clumsiness and she could see that Herb was watching her every move. She put the coffee pot back onto the low flame and she saw that he was looking at her shapely legs and the pretty young thighs that were visible below her miniskirt. He was really in a bad way, she suspected.
She got the dishcloth and when she went back to the table she bent way over so that she could wipe the seat of her chair. She glanced at Herb and she was sure that he was actually having an orgasm, coming in his pants as he stared at the sweet, lush beauty of her breasts. The sweater fell away from them and she could feel her nipples barely brushing the wool and that turned her on wide open and she began to shake. She was just too overwhelmed suddenly to do anything. She froze for a time, like a frame in a strip of film that has been stopped, and Herb kept on looking at her breasts and she kept on looking at him, and he was licking his lips and she was about to open her mouth and ask him to do something about her when she heard the front door opening and closing and she knew that her mother was home again.
That snapped the spell, and she straightened up quickly, tossed the washcloth into the sink. She was sitting in her chair, casually devouring her cereal when her mother walked in and got a cup for some coffee.
Ruth glanced at her father and could see that he was still a bit turned on. She wondered if he would go and change his pants right away. She deliberately sat around the kitchen waiting to see just what he would do. She was sure that she had made him pop when he saw her boobs and she had to know.
Winnie gave her a funny look but she didn't say anything about the way Ruthie was dressed.
"Your father and I are going visiting today, dear," Winnie said. "My boss has a nice home in the country and they have asked us for the day. Would you like to go with us?"
Ruthie begged off, pleading a headache, homework that had to be done. Winnie was actually disappointed by Ruthie's refusal to go with them.
"You are so pretty, dear," Winnie said, smiling at her. "I guess I hoped to show you off."
Ruthie smiled, too. "I'll go another time, Ma," she said.
"You must be sick," Winnie said. "You almost never call me Ma."
"It seems so silly. You look so young and you are so beautiful. So very lovely."
Winnie's smile sparkled as she bent over so that she could kiss Ruthie's soft, petulant mouth.
"Thank you, dear," Winnie said.
Herb sat at the table and smoked a cigarette; Ruth waited, wondering if he would get up and waddle around on his way to change his pants. Winnie asked her to go to the master bedroom and get her cigarettes and Herb got out of the kitchen while she was in the bedroom. When she handed the cigarettes to Winnie her mother looked her over a bit carefully. She was smiling when she said, "I had no idea that you were so grown up, dear. You are really becoming quite a doll. But, I do think that you could dress a bit more conservatively around your father. A beauty like you is bound to affect him."
Ruthie didn't know what to say to that so she sat down for more coffee. She wanted a cigarette but she was afraid to reach for one. She would wait until they were gone and then she would smoke as much as she wanted to.
Her mother asked her to clean up the kitchen as long as she was going to stay at home and a bit later Winnie and Herb left and Ruth breathed a great sigh of relief. She leaned on the kitchen sinktop and watched Herb and her mother drive off, then she closed the kitchen curtains and got a cigarette lit. She sucked the smoke deep into her lungs and realized she was so hot sexually that she was shaking. She put her hands up under her sweater and she tried to ease the aching sensation in her breasts. They felt too full, too heavy and they were hurting her. She caressed them and handled them and then got the nipples in her fingertips, squeezed them then was coming and could feel the wormy trickling sensation deep inside her crotch and had to hold on to the kitchen counter to keep from fainting. The force of her orgasm overwhelmed her and she seemed unable to stop pulsating and trickling. For a moment, the magnitude of her sexual spasm frightened her, then she simply enjoyed it. When she felt the wetness on her thighs she rubbed them together, enjoying the swift, thrilling surges of sweet excitement that induced.
When she was able to make her legs work again, she left the kitchen and went into her bedroom. She got out of her clothes and began parading around naked. She put her hands between her legs and teased her clit until she came again and then she was able to enjoy the wet slipperiness of her inner thighs as she moved around the empty house. .-
She went to the master bedroom and fished her father's shorts out of the laundry hamper. They were drenched as she had suspected and she put the cloth up to her nose so that she could smell the strong, pungent odor of his semen. Then she touched the fabric with her tongue and she was able to taste his material.
She was shivering and trembling as she sucked on the crotch strap, savoring her father's juices, actually sucking them from the cloth. She sat down and used her fingers in her crotch again while she tried to devour every drop of his juice.
The taste of his semen did something really wild to her and she was having a fit of the shakes while tasting his come and then she was having a fierce and frantic orgasm and that became the forerunner of several more. She was sliding her finger back and forth in her slit and as she thrust her finger towards the base of her spine, she let it slide into her back hole and that was what was turning her on so violently, she supposed. That and eating Herb's juice. She was half crazed with sexual excitements and exceptional frenzies and then she finally triggered an enormous orgasm that virtually wiped her out for the time being.--
She slid to the floor and huddled on the carpeting, shaking and twitching and leaking all over her legs and she couldn't seem to hold on to reality. She sagged against the side of the bed and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning and her whole being was alive and throbbing with an unusual agitation and she didn't know what to do about things.
The telephone rang and she had great difficulty rousing herself. She felt like she was drunk, really stoned. When she got to the phone it was Olive. She wanted to know if she could come over and visit. Petey had a job that was going to keep him busy all day and she was lonely.
"Come on over," Ruthie said. "We'll think of something to do."
Olive giggled as she hung up the phone and Ruthie went into the bathroom so that she could clean herself up. She didn't want Olive to know what she had been doing. She and Olive were going to have lots of fun but she didn't want Olive to know that she had already been having some fun.
She rubbed her bald, smooth pubis and she wondered what Olive would say about that.
She got into a skirt and blouse and when Olive rang the doorbell she let her in. Olive was neatly and properly dressed too, but as soon as Ruthie shut the door, Olive moved into her arms and they embraced with too much passion. Olive was shaking and Ruthie was, too. When Olive put her hand down to touch her vulva, Ruthie found herself doing the same thing to Olive.
"I got myself all steamed up on the way over here," Olive said. "Just thinking about what we are going to do did it."
"I know," Ruthie said.
She backed away from Olive and she led the way to her bedroom. As soon as they got there, she sat down on the bed and Olive moved into the vee between her legs and then Olive was kissing her mouth and handling her boobs and she opened her blouse so that Olive could get at her and as soon as Olive's mouth grasped one of her nipples she moaned and then she was having a wild orgasm almost without any effort on her part.
Olive was voracious and unable to control herself and she was quick to zero in on Ruthie's hairless vulva. She was making little clucking sounds in her throat and when she got her mouth over Ruthie's slippery little slit she slid her tongue deep inside and her lips were moulding and teasing Ruthie's clit and she was climbing the walls with a fierce ecstasy that she hoped would never stop. She pulled Olive's hips towards her own mouth and she was not at all surprised to find that Olive had no pants on underneath her skirt. Ruth had left hers off, too. Olive's thighs were slick and slippery with the sap that had run from her loins and she feasted upon Olive's nectars just as eagerly as Olive was eating hers.
They spent hours with each other's cunt in their mouths and when exhaustion finally forced them to take a break, Olive got out her cigarettes and told Ruthie that she had some other goodies in her purse.
She had brought a big purse and she went to it and got out two hairbrushes. Ruthie watched her, mystified. Olive was so pleased with her cleverness, there had to be more than just two hairbrushes. Then Olive explained.
"The handles, silly," she said. "Look at them. Stick one of them up your ass and you can soar in heaven."
Ruthie looked at the hairbrush that Olive placed in her hand. The handle was long and round and as fat as Petey's cock and the tip was similarly rounded. The plastic handle and the part that held the bristles was a pale pink and when Ruthie gazed at the long round handle she could see where it might be ideal for the purposes that Olive was talking about.
"I already had one," Olive said, "and when I saw that you really dig the ass-hole bit, I bought one for you. We can have lots of fun with hairbrushes."
Olive got out of her things and Ruthie sat and gazed at Olive's pretty breasts and was amazed to see the nipples pop out of their little pink nests. Olive shivered, then cupped her breasts in her palms. She bent her head way down then pushed her breast upwards until her mouth fastened upon her nipple. She began sucking on it and she was biting it, too; she used the other hand to massage her clit until familiar clenchings began and Ruthie could see the thin, white juices of orgasm trickling from the tiny, pink opening.
Olive let go of her breast then picked up the hairbrush that was closest to her. She inserted the handle in her cunt and began sliding it back and forth, enjoying it.
Ruthie said, "Here, let me."
She was naked, too, and she laid down beside Olive and she grasped the hairbrush and began moving it in and out of Olive's hole. Then she got her mouth between Olive's legs and began licking and tonguing Olive's clit while she used the hairbrush with increasing skill. She became over-enthusiastic and the brush slipped out of Olive's cunt. She was groaning and whimpering and writhing in pure ecstasy and Ruthie decided that she could make things even nicer for Olive. She slipped the round handle of the brush into Olive's ass-hole and her little friend nearly died with the new thrills and ecstasies that coursed through her loins and forced her into a series of massive sexual spasms.
The liquid responses from Olive's glands delighted Ruthie; she surrendered completely to the lure of the hedonist, eager to taste the sap that Olive's over-stimulated loins expelled. She nursed upon Olive's sexual flesh as hungrily as any child and when she discovered that savage action with the hairbrush handle in Olive's ass-hole induced an increased flow of nectar, she drove Olive out of her mind with frenzied exertions.
Inevitably, Olive's glands rebelled and she slipped into a state of near unconsciousness, only able to groan and expel her fruits in tiny little surges that eventually ended. Ruthie had to make an effort to achieve calm. She had enjoyed herself with Olive's most interesting parts and she was sated for the moment. She knew that she'd had many climaxes while she was doing things to Olive and she hoped that Olive would do the same things to her after Olive rested up and got her senses back.
She fixed some sandwiches and they ate and then Olive asked about the bald pubis that Ruthie had now; when Ruthie explained, Olive insisted that she wanted to be the same way. Ruthie had Olive lie down on the bed with t her legs far apart and then she smeared the depilatory all over Olive's crotch. Olive enjoyed the touch of Ruthie's fingers and she giggled and squirmed around all the while that Ruthie was trying to smear her most intimate parts. Finally, it was done and they sat and talked until the prescribed time had elapsed, than she joined Olive in the shower and when they got out of the stall, Olive's crotch was as bald as a baby's and they got back onto the bed so that they could resume their sexual play.
Ruthie was half out of her mind with sexual agitation by the time Olive got around to sliding the hairbrush handle into her ass-hole but, like Olive, she went crazy with sensations that were a thousand times more intense and pleasurable than anything else. She was coming constantly, her clit stimulated by Olive's busy tongue and each time Olive shoved the handle into her ass-hole, she managed to ram an extended finger into her cunt, too, and she was being stimulated and aroused in all areas.
Her hips were vibrating against the bed and she was leaking all over the place and she knew that she would have to do something to survive the fierce ecstasies that she was feeling everywhere in her body. She shifted on the bed and her mouth found Olive's bald slit and her hand found the other hairbrush and then she began doing the same things to. Olive that she was doing for her and they kept at each other until exhaustion finally set in again and forced them to call a halt for a while.
They talked and smoked cigarettes and then Olive pointed out that the day was gone and Ruthie's parents might be coming home at any time and they should quit for the day.
"You can have the hairbrush I got for you," Olive said. "I'm sure that you will find many chances to use it. It sure does do some very nice things for a girl."
They talked as they got dressed and Olive promised that she would bring Petey again the first chance that she got. She was quite willing to admit that she could enjoy having fun with Ruthie but she was crazy for Petey, too. Ruthie was glad of that because she also sort of liked Petey.
When she let Olive out, she was at peace with her Own body and she was sure that she had a wonderful friend in Olive and she was looking forward eagerly to another day of sexual joys with Petey and Olive. But, things didn't work out that way for her, after all.
She never saw Petey and Olive again.