Chapter 3
And Barbra Wants It Badly
"I guess I was about fourteen when I first became aware of the women's liberation thing. Even then I knew it was a bunch of wishful thinking crap. Oh, I was all for women doing their own thing. With a nicely developing shape of my own, I knew I was already well on the way to becoming a woman myself. I wanted to be liberated, all right. But even at fourteen I suspected that the way for a woman to run things her own way didn't mean ignoring the sexual differences. It seemed to me it might mean cashing in on those differences, in fact.
"I started developing early. At fifteen, I decided it was time to find out what sex was all about. My first experience was something of a bomb, but it also taught me quite a few things.
"Skip was seventeen, tough looking, and mad to get into my pants. Because I wanted to get on with it, I managed to get Skip to my house one evening when my parents were both out. My stepfather left his usual instructions about not letting anyone in, so I carefully locked the door ... after I let Skip in. We were soon wrestling on the sofa, only I wasn't fighting too hard this time.
"Actually, I kind of liked Skip's kisses. They did nice things to my insides. But now I was interested in a sort of scientific way. From where I stood, it seemed like sex was the big earth-spinner, the real motivating force behind everyone. If it was that great, I wanted in on it. So I let Skip break my cherry.
"I expected it to hurt a lot. It didn't. I imagined fucking would send me out of my mind with ecstasy. It didn't do that either. Actually, it was a nice enough way to spend an evening, but nothing to go out of your way for. At least, that's how it was for me, but Skip acted as if it was the greatest thing in the world, and as if I was the most wonderful creature ever. And all I did was spread my legs and let him sink his thin cock into my tight hole. It didn't make a lot of sense to me.
"But one result of our fucking warmed me to the whole thing. Skip became my slave. Really. He wanted to fuck me again so badly that I think he'd probably have done anything I asked. I liked that. I liked it a lot. All my life
I'd had to whine and plead for every damn thing I'd ever wanted.
"Skip turned out to be a lot of fun to play with. One of those educational toys, you might say. I teased him, tormented him, had him do everything for me. And, every once in a while, I actually even let him fuck me. But not too often, and never when he expected it.
"His cock never turned me on that much. I looked at it as a means to an end, really. Still, when we actually were into it, and he was rubbing his belly against mine, poking that big cock of his in my little slit, there were moments when I thought I could enjoy the experience for its own sake. But afterwards I knew it was more important that Skip go crazy with joy than myself.
"Although I began to use sex as a means to an end at fifteen, it wasn't until past my sixteenth birthday that I really began to see what it was all about. That's when all that trouble started with my French teacher. I was absolutely determined to go to college. For that, I needed excellent grades. Schoolwork never gave me any real trouble, until it came to French.
"Halfway through the semester this teacher took me aside and told me I was failing. Even he didn't seem able to hold out much hope of my bringing my grade up by the end of the term. I knew it was useless-I was already doing the best I could in that miserable class. I thought of my boyfriends-by this time I'd fucked two others, finding that each of them had joined Skip in vying for my favors. They couldn't help me with French, though. And I had to pass! Then one day I noticed teacher's eye on my legs. Suddenly I knew just what to do.
"I was wearing one of those micro-mini-skirts. Our school had dumped its dress-code the year before, as a result of too many protesting kids and parents. Most of the girls at once started wearing pants, but I favored the mini skirt any day. Sure, boys have been telling me I'm pretty for years. But I know my body beats out my face ten ways. So I love showing it off.
"Anyway, he was staring at my legs while we were answering a test question, and I happened to look up from my paper early only because I was lost from the first line. And there he was, the old goat, leering at my legs like he could never see enough of them. The solution to my failing grades was there in those eyes, too. Pretending I hadn't looked up, I crossed my legs slowly, so slowly that my nylons hissed a little as I changed position. I made damn sure the teacher got a good look at my panty-covered crotch before I shifted again in the chair. It was wild. When he found himself staring up my legs to my crotch, the air was suddenly charged with pure, horny energy. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
"I didn't have much time, so I began a concentrated campaign to get him into bed with me. It wouldn't be easy, since he was risking his entire career if we were to be caught or anything. But that was definitely his problem. I simply needed a good grade, and this seemed the best and possibly only way to get it.
"My experience at seducing men wasn't all that fantastic, but something in me knew that I was born with the knowledge.
"I considered staying after class and getting things working that way, but that seemed too slow and too dangerous. So I found out that this teacher wasn't married, where he lived, and when he was-likely to be home. Then I simply paid him a call.
"It was late evening, and he was already in bed. At least he came to the door in a pair of pajamas, hastily tying his robe as he let me in.
" 'Barbra! What are you doing here?' Surprise stood out all over his middle-aged but not unattractive face.
"I glanced around the neat, unexciting garage apartment, waited until Mr. K was right behind me then whirled around, nearly throwing myself right into his arms. I made myself look frantic.
" 'Sir,' I began, 'I simply must pull a decent grade in your class! I absolutely must!'
"The teacher took a little step backwards and looked at me quizzically. 'We've been all over this, Barbra. As I said last week, your only hope is in drastically improving ... '
" 'I've tried!' I interrupted, touching his arm lightly. 'I just can't seem to catch up. So I thought, possibly, you might consider helping me. Privately, I mean. Tonight, if it was at all possible. I can't seem to figure it out all by myself even though I try! I simply have to pass!'
" 'Well ... ' He looked at me strangely, as if wondering if this was all some joke or something.
"Sudden inspiration hit me. Putting on my most pitiable expression, I tugged at the hem of my tiny skirt. 'I have to pass! Look at what my stepfather did the last time I brought home a paper from your class. When I got that fail!' I peeled back the skirt to display a fading bruise, a left-over from my last fucking session with Skip. The bruise was conveniently positioned on my upper thigh, close to the frilly edge of my sheer panties. I made sure he got a good look at my crotch before dropping the skirt enough so that only the bruise showed. 'There!'
"He stared at the spot. In fact, he seemed unable to lift his eyes from it. 'You ... Your father did this to you?'
" 'My stepfather. He got so mad he pushed me. I fell against the side of a table,' I lied effortlessly, wondering, from the dryness of the teacher's lips, if he wouldn't like to kiss it better for me. I let the skirt fall in place, then moved so close, we were nearly touching. The tips of my breasts were almost brushing his robed chest. 'Please help me, Sir, please. I'd do just anything to pass French with a half-way decent mark. Anything!'
"He seemed to be having difficulty with his voice. Finally he nodded.
"After thanking him warmly, we went over to the couch. I sat as close to him as I dared. Stupidly I'd forgotten to bring my French book, but he found one. Then he actually began to give me a lesson!
"As he spoke I blocked out his words and began to concentrate on sex. Every time he glanced at me I made it a point to be staring at his lips or his lap. He made a really good stab at ignoring what I was doing, but in minutes his words became garbled and his eyes were on my mouth, my tits, digging into my lap. I saw the hardening bulge in his pants, and from then on it was pure pretense, because the only kind of French either of us were thinking about involved our tongues rather than our voices.
"But pretend he did, for all of five minutes, anyway. Then, when I thought he would never get to it, when the bulge in his pants was a throbbing mound of undeniable desire, I reached over, let my hand rub against his hard cock on its way to gripping his thigh, and whispered practically into his ear, 'I'll do anything to get that grade....' I could feel the heat from his excited prick even from where I had my hand.
"Moving as if in a dream, my teacher slowly turned to me and took me in his arms. 'God! What are you trying to do to me, you beautiful little witch?' But he couldn't have been expecting an answer, not with his mouth covering mine, his tongue digging between my parting lips.
"It was a little different, being kissed passionately by a man. Unlike the boys I'd known, his lips were cool and knowing. It might have been a long time since he'd had a woman, for all I knew, but he sure knew how to kiss! I had to be very careful to remember what I was doing here. The temptation to just give in to his kisses and forget everything was strong. But I had to be in control-I had to make sure he liked it so much he would give me that grade without so much as a trace of doubt. If maybe he felt a little guilt, that was his problem.
"He continued to kiss me, but his hands began to get busy. But instead of going right for my tits like the boys, he began to rub my back, my hips, the backs of my thighs, and finally, he began to knead my ass. Meanwhile his tongue was working in and out of my mouth.
"By the time he finally started groping for my tits, I was arching my back and thrusting them into his probing hands! He was getting to me, all right, and I began to get interested in the differences between a man and a boy.
"My breasts were full and the little tips were getting hard even before he began pinching them softly. I wasn't wearing a bra under my sweater, and the heat of his palms burned right through the soft wool. Unable to control myself nearly as much as I wished, I moaned a little as he pulled up the sweater and sucked one hard nipple into his hot mouth.
"He was undressing me then, determinedly stripping me after tonguing my nipple briefly. He became more and more excited as more and more of my flesh came into view. Finally, when
I was down to my panties, teacher groaned, picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. We tongue-kissed as he put me on the bed. Then he stood up and began to undress, his eyes never leaving my nearly naked body.
"He was built a whole lot better than I expected, and it suddenly occurred to me that he couldn't be older than forty, which wasn't all that old, really. His body was fairly hard and very hairy, and I watched eagerly as he untied his pajama trousers and let them slip to the carpet.
"I gasped as he turned to me, his prick distended and straining up towards my body. His was a man-cock, and next to him Skip and the others looked like babies. I guessed his prick had to be somewhere near eight inches long, and very thick. It both excited and disturbed me. I wasn't so sure I was ready for him, but there was no backing out now.
"His hands peeled away my thin panties, then my body was being covered by his huge frame. I was nervous when we began to kiss all over again, but after a few minutes I started to relax. His lips and tongue were warming me up again, and the heat of his body felt good against me. I could feel his massive prick against my leg. It was pulsating sluggishly, but not making any demands yet, just content to be against my nakedness.
"Just as I began returning his kisses in earnest, he started moving his hands all over my body. He touched me lightly everywhere except for my cunt, which would have welcomed his touch by then. I could feel myself beginning to go soft and wet down there, and if it wasn't for the thought of that French grade I could almost be having the best time of my life! Then he started to kiss my neck, ears and shoulders.
"When the other boys fucked me it was just that-they were fucking me, making certain motions until it was time for them to stick their cocks in my hole and pump me until they came. This was a whole new thing to me. He was making love to me, working to give me pleasure, too, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I began to moan as he continued kissing my body, slowly working his way down to my tits which strained to feel his mouth on them. The little tips were very hard, aching with need, and still he went slowly, licking, finally, the underside of my breasts, kissing the creamy fullness before attacking the sensitive peaks. By the time he captured one nipple in his hot mouth I was trembling all over. It was ecstatic. Even my grade point, so desperately important minutes before, was becoming a secondary issue.
"He sucked my tits for a while, moving from one to the other, somehow knowing just when I couldn't stand it any longer. Then, while I whimpered like an animal, he started to move his lips downward over my rib cage. I held my breath, knowing even then what he was going to do to me. It's a funny thing, but until that moment my thoughts on mouth-sex were on the put down side. It seemed like an act for dirty old men and whores. But now that it was about to happen to me I was simply a mass of expectant nerve cells, totally devoid of the least trace of any form of prejudgment. I was reacting on a gut level, tied in knots over the shock of sheer ecstasy I knew I would be experiencing at any moment. My thighs were parting without any thought. I was ready.
"His mouth on my belly was a delightful teaser. Then his hands gripped my thighs and parted them the last inch or two. I moaned weakly as he lowered his face.
"There's no way to describe the sensation of his hot mouth coming to life in my cunt. I wouldn't know where to begin. Even before his tongue started working in my slit the simple pressure of his knowing lips against my sensitive clitoris was enough to thrill me. My fingers went to his thinning hair and my legs came up behind his back. If this was a way to raise a failing grade, I hoped my next semester was filled with failures!
"Somehow I managed to endure his licking tongue with a semblance of my mind intact. I trembled under his tongue, and just when I was about to explode in a real, complete orgasm, my French teacher pulled away from me. I watched him kneel between my knees as if from a great distance, too overwhelmed by the experience of my first tonguing to be completely myself yet. Then he was on top of me, the tip of his massive cock working its way into my slit.
"I came alive again when his prick wedged itself further into my hole. There was the immediate sensation of pain, quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure more earthy if less intense than when his tongue was in me. My arms went around his neck and I clung tightly as he, really my teacher now, eased his cock in and out of my tight pussy. I was moaning deeply then, and shaking my little ass in an animal recognition of the need to have this man fully in me.
"Finally he was in to the hilt, the wiry hairs at the base of his belly grinding and scraping against my swollen cunt lips. His breathing was deep and irregular, and his mouth was covering mine again. But I was beyond responding to his lips. I needed air and no distraction from the wild action in my pussy. So he settled for licking gently at my ear lobes while he slowly fucked me.
"At last all thoughts of that all-important grade were totally gone. My only reality was our entwined legs and arms, our sweetly locked groins, his tongue in my ear. It was then he began to fuck me hard.
"He was so big that my straining inner walls hugged him tightly as he plowed his cock in and out of me. But it wasn't pain that made me groan. I rubbed my tits against his shaggy chest and allowed the frighteningly huge wave of passion to grow in the quivering pit between my thighs. I was on the very tip of ecstasy. My eyelids fluttered crazily, and I was beyond controlling any inch of my body. Nothing mattered but this. I was going to slide right over this gigantic cliff. ... I could feel it ... starting,...
"Suddenly, he stopped moving. He panted in my ear and held very still. In a state of near panic, I attempted to move under him, unwilling to stop now that I was so close to home. But his weight pinned me down. I whimpered a little, too weak to do more than plead with him.
" 'Please! Don't stop now! Do it to me some more! Go on, fuck me some more! Please!'
"But he knew precisely what he was doing. After another maddening moment or two he began to move again, and this time, impossible as it was, it was even better than before. And again, just as I hesitated on the brink of an all-consuming come, he stopped once more.
"This went on for what seemed like an eon. I was beyond words, a whimpering doll, my thighs and belly slick with my own juices, a sorry excuse for the cunning girl who had walked into the apartment bent on getting a good grade! But that was okay; everything was okay. Everything was very okay....
"In time, when I believed there wasn't an ounce of sensation left in me, he stepped up his strokes, moving his cock in me in shorter strokes, filling and emptying me with such speed that he seemed in and out of me all at the same time. I was being lifted and lifted, and on some deep level I knew this time nothing would stop us. I was right. I gasped loudly, my mouth parting as I felt the first fantastic, rolling spasm break loose. Immediately his tongue was on mine, sliding over mine, fucking my mouth as firmly as his prick was fucking my convulsing cunt. I dug my fingernails into his back as I lost myself in the waves of ultimate bliss....
"At End of the school term I was not especially surprised to find a firmly drawn A on my report card in the box next to the word 'French.' Although I still don't understand a word of it, French has become my favorite language...."
Barbra is, by definition, a juvenile prostitute for advantage, rather than money, and a juvenile delinquent. She has developed the pattern of not only using her body to force people to do what she wants, but the more serious pattern of using people for her own ends. In this, she shows no trace of social conscience or responsibility. It is with this behavior that she assumes the mantle of classical juvenile delinquency.
The concept of juvenile delinquency has been known to mankind for thousands of years. Back in 500 B.C. Socrates stated, "Children now love luxury. They have bad manners and contempt for authority. They show disrespect to their elders and love to chatter in place of exercise."
Granted, Barbra's actions are a little more serious than "chattering in a place of exercise," but the base factors are the same. Dr. Robert L. Stubblefield outlined comprehensively the manner in which modern society looks at delinquency:
Modern concepts of delinquency suggest that children who are called delinquent are ill primarily in terms of society, in their inability to conform to the social milieu. Since the social and cultural milieu is influenced by many factors-education, radio, television, socioeconomic levels, minority racial groups, poverty, war and threat of war, civil rights movements, immigration, and many others-it is not possible to give precise definitions of delinquent behavior. 1
In addition to Dr. Stubblefield's remarks, one can view our states and cities as a wide variety of legal systems, attempting to establish, evaluate, modify and contain individual and group behavior patterns.
What is viewed as antisocial behavior in one city may not be viewed that way in another city or may be viewed differently by the same city officials and populace after the passing of a period of time. An example would be the recent changing of some statutes in an eastern state. There an adolescent girl of 17 could have been arrested and sent to a reformatory for engaging in sexual intercourse because she was under the legal age of consent, 18. That age of consent was recently lowered to 16, though, and the same sexual behavior would now go unpunished.
Laws tend to reflect current morality to a greater or lesser extent, and children are caught
1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947.
---up in intense personal conflicts in our rapidly shifting and changing culture. Clearly, some fail to adapt to the various pressures less well than others. We can speak of two types of socio-pathic personalities here:
(1) The antisocial reaction, characteristic of children and adolescents who are always in trouble, who seem not to profit from experience or punishment, and who have no loyalties to persons other than themselves. Such behavior is shown by Barbra.
(2) The dyssocial reaction, characteristic of children and adolescents who have been brought up in amoral or immoral families or institutions, and who have identified with strong loyalties towards those who personify their ideals of self-centeredness.
In cases such as this, where there is consciously understood and planned delinquent behavior, many other forms of conduct disorder usually appear. They will often include, in addition to precocious sex activity, extreme provocativeness, disobedience, negativeness, temper tantrums, stealing, lying, cheating and cruelty. These disturbances have been attributed to a wide range of causative factors. For the most part, conduct disorders are considered to represent a failure on the part of the parents with respect to the socialization of the child, which, in turn, has given rise to poor impulse control. However, conduct disorders may also represent neurotic formations, such as counter-phobic aggression or compensation for ego weakness.
Thus, many varied and complex hypotheses may be advanced to explain the psychodynamics of this particular disorder. As Drs. Freedman and Kaplan explained:
A temper tantrum may represent an overt expression of aggression, due to poor ego or superego control; rebellion against authority; an attempt to control the mother; compensation for low esteem; or a desire for punishment, due to poorly warded off guilt feelings. Any one of these explanations may be appropriate in a specific case; but it would be fallacious to ascribe all temper tantrums arbitrarily to the same factor. 1
Whatever the causative factors may be, Bar-bra is without a doubt a juvenile delinquent, suffering from a well-established conduct disorder. Her cold-blooded attitudes towards the use of sex to attain a desired end make her an extremely dangerous person to form any sort of relationship with, if only because she is capable of twisting that relationship any way she wishes, just so it satisfies her own desires.
"After my experience with my French teacher, I did some revising of my old concepts about sex and power. There was no doubt about it ... sex was a way of attaining power, all right.
"After all, I did get my 'A'. But now I could
1) Freedman, Alfred A. and Kaplan, Harold I. (editors). The Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry. Baltimore. Md.: Williams and Wilkins Co., 1947.
---see that the seduction of men might be desirable for other things, too. Such as sheer pleasure. Men, I decided, were worth the trouble. I cut off the boys in my life quickly.
"It seemed wise to find ways of satisfying two needs at once. I decided to choose men who would not only give me a good time, but who would also be in the position to make my life as easy and comfortable as possible.
"Naturally my stepfather became a perfect target.
"Paul was younger than my mother, and kind of handsome, in an exceptionally rugged way. He was a hardhead, and although he'd been married to my mother since I was a kid, we really never had much to do with each other. We never had a father-daughter relationship, or anything.
"But even if we chose to more or less ignore each other, Paul was the most important factor in my life, in a way. He was the one who decided how much bread I'd get for clothing each year, where I was allowed to go and for how long, how long I could tie up the phone. Everything, really. My mother is one of those very submissive types. She almost doesn't exist. And it didn't take much to see that whenever she gave in and let him fuck her, it must have been strictly in the line of a duty call. Paul wore all the signs of a horny, frustrated man. I began to look at him with new eyes.
"If I could somehow get Paul to fuck me I figured I could pretty much run the next few years to my own satisfaction. Living at home could become a fine thing. And my big-boned, muscular stepfather looked as if he had the makings of a real stud.
"I remembered back several years, when I'd accidentally surprised him while he was taking a shower. Even as a kid I remember being fascinated by the enormous cock on him. He never knew I was there. Eyes the size of goggles, I watched him soaping the monster hanging between his hairy legs. It kept growing as he applied what I thought at the time was an awful lot of soap, enough soap to wash me all over twice. It never entered my kid head that he was playing with it, not washing it. I sneaked back out of the bathroom before he noticed me.
"The first step was to get Paul to notice me. He wasn't what you'd call an overly brilliant man. If he was in the habit of pretty much ignoring someone, it took a hell of a lot to get him noticing them. Well, I was ready to make the effort.
"Paul got home from work an hour earlier than my mother every evening. Usually I was busy with dinner preparations, one of the dumb chores I decided were on the out list once I got Paul on my side. Well, I began to get home sooner so that my work was done by the time Paul got there. I took great pains fixing myself every afternoon, making sure that I was sexy enough to catch any man's eye. Then I would plunk myself down in whatever room Paul planted himself. I made a big thing of pretending interest in TV or a book or something, but all the while I was setting up peek show on top of peek show for my stepfather.
"It didn't take long. Even dumb old Paul finally began to notice the display of legs, tits and crotch I was throwing his way. After a while he was looking less at the TV and more at me. I dug it but we were still a long way from home.
"Step two was a riot. I 'accidently' got caught one afternoon on my way back from the shower. My room was halfway down the hall, and I counted to five after hearing Paul's car pull into the driveway. Then, wrapped in a too-small towel, I stepped into the hallway.
"At first I pretended not to notice him standing there by the door. I paraded down the hall, the fluffy towel barely covering my bouncy tits and my bare butt. Then I 'realized' I wasn't alone, and, 'shocked,' I dropped the towel!
"I have no idea how long it had been since Paul had seen anyone built like me in the altogether, but his reaction was immediate. His eyes ran up and down my body slowly. Then, a dazed look on his rugged face, Paul came slowly to me. He reached down, picked up the towel, and began to hand it to me. But the moment his hand glazed my arm, he snapped back to life. He grabbed me, pulling my naked body to him.
"From our first frantic kiss I knew Paul was not like my teacher. My ribs ached from the pressure of his knotted arms. If I went through with my plan there was no doubt that I was going to get fucked silly. Memory told me Paul had the cock for it, too. I hesitated half a minute while his dry lips were busy mashing mine. Then, shrugging mentally, I returned Paul's feverish kiss.
" 'Oh, Barbra,' he sighed, suddenly releasing me. He stepped backwards a step, obviously shaken. He gave me the towel a second time. 'Put it on, kid. Cover that beautiful little body of yours or I'll....'
"The last thing in the world I'd expected was this! I was sure that once I'd gotten Paul to touch me that would be it. I was sure he played around some. Married to my mother as he was, I figured it was a must. I was baffled for a moment. Then I knew exactly what to do. Letting the towel fall again, I reached out and touched his arm.
" 'Paul...," I stepped a bit closer. 'Do that to me again. Please. Just kiss me again ... please?'
"His response to my direct invitation was what I thought it would be. Total confusion. I took advantage of it by leaning into his body and bringing my face to his. With an animal groan Paul grabbed me again, unable to resist the temptation of a naked young girl against him. This time his tongue slid between my lips. I returned his kiss eagerly and rubbed my body against him. Almost at once I felt the stiffening bulge in his heavy work pants. It felt as if someone had placed a thick bar of steel under his zipper.
"The fine hairs on my cunt were soon being finger-combed, as if the temptation of getting in one quick feel of my little pussy was too strong to resist. Then Paul pulled away again.
" 'Saturday. We could be alone then...? ' But his voice sounded just a shade torn. When we parted I wanted to be absolutely sure he was hooked, that his need to get in me was big enough to withstand the next few days.
"I turned slowly and walked the rest of the way to my room. I turned at the door and smiled at my stepfather. 'Bring me the towel, please,' I asked softly. Then I got down on my bed, quickly spreading my legs and raising my hips so that the first thing he saw on entering the room was my opening pussy with its wet, pink inner lips. I barely gave him time to react.
" 'Please, Paul, just touch me there! Just touch me with your finger. Please...'
"The bed sighed under the weight of Paul's knee as he kneeled on the edge of the bed. One hand went to my spreading thighs, the other to his pants.
" 'My God, kid!' His finger, thick and rough-skinned, flew to my cunt. He touched me without delicacy, inserting the finger at once inside my hole. Luckily I was already slimy there. The finger slid in snugly. At the sound of my moan, Paul frantically unzipped his own fly.
" 'Shit, you little bitch, you've got me worked up! Look at this!' He whipped out his prick, as thick and long as I remembered, only now harder than before, its rounded tip glistening with its own lubricant, its shaft ridged with veins.
"I stared with fascination at his tool and would have reached out for it if the front door hadn't slammed just then.
"Fortunately, my mother had an arm-load of groceries. She went right to the kitchen, and called our names from there.
"'Right there!' Paul called, rapidly zipping himself up. His finger, still wet from my juicy cunt, trembled slightly, as if longing to return to its tight little groove between my silky legs.
" 'Saturday!' he hissed, sounding nearly angry. 'You better be right here Saturday. Hear?'
"Fighting back a smile, I nodded somberly.
"Then, while our eyes were locked together, Paul slowly lifted the finger which had been halfway up my cunt and stuck it into his mouth. He sucked it briefly, then, turning on his heel, he left the room. After a moment I heard my mother and Paul go into their room. I could barely make out my mother's muted voice. It was obvious, though, that she was complaining about having to perform her wifely duty at such an odd hour. I closed my eyes, thought of what a good fucking she was going to get because of me, remembered Paul's quick sucking of his finger, and dropped my hand to my cunt. I came imagining what would happen on Saturday.
"Sure enough, my mother had to work the extra day. I wondered how much of it had to do with Paul's urging her to get in the extra hours. We ate breakfast together, then I went back to my room. I smiled a little as I heard him tell her to be sure to call before starting home-he might want to meet her somewhere instead.
" 'You're dressed,' he observed gruffly as he came to my door as soon as the sound of mother's car was gone.
"I played innocent and smiled at him sweetly. I was lying on my bed listening to records. As he came over to me he broke the record I'd deliberately left on the hardwood floor.
"'My record! My new album!' I squealed, starting to get up.
"Paul sat down heavily on the bed and forced me back against the pillows. 'Never mind the lousy record. I'll buy you a new record. I'll buy you all the records you want.' His hand went to my tits over the robe and gown I wore. He squeezed one hard. It felt good. The little nipple immediately hardened.
" 'Will you really?' I asked, my voice little more than a sigh. "There are so many things I want, I just don't have the money to buy the same thing twice.'
"I imagine he knew what I was up to, but he took the bait like a good sport. 'So we'll do something about your allowance, kid. I'll fix things up for you. Okay?'
"I nodded, then closed my eyes. He began to work a tit in each of his big hands. It had been a few weeks since I'd last had sex. Teacher had gone back East for the summer, and I had no use for the boys that were always hanging around me. Now my body was responding like mad to
Paul's rough hands. But I remained very still.
" 'I like you better naked, honey. Come on, let me get those damn things off you. Shit, do you know what these last few days have been like? I've been walking around with a stiff that won't die.'
"I didn't respond, but I didn't try to stop him as he quickly undressed me. I didn't even say anything when he ripped my dainty gown yanking it off me. I knew I'd be getting a brand new one soon enough....
" 'Barbra! Oh, God, kid, I can't wait! Not this time. I've already been waiting too long!' Then he was on top of me, shedding his own clothing as he covered me with his huge frame.
" 'Hey, take it easy,' I whispered, feeling the steely tipped head of his cock press against my small cunt. I knew that without some kind of warm-up I'd never be able to take on that monster. He was at least as big as my French teacher and much thicker.
"But Paul knew what the problem was, and he knew how to take care of it to his own satisfaction. He spit on his fingers, then rubbed the needed moisture into my slowly dampening hole. I was going to protest all over again, but I suddenly realized that he'd be impossible until he shot a quick load into me. He was too hot for anything else.
"After several weeks of regular fucking from the teacher, it took less time to stimulate me anyway, and by the time Paul had worked his spit into me I was pretty hot myself. Besides, Paul was really only my second man, he had an enormous cock, and he was frantic to stick it into me. Also, he was another conquest. Being my own mother's husband, he was my best conquest of all. I spread my legs at the thought of it.
"Paul didn't waste a second. He grabbed the firm flesh of the undersides of my thighs and lifted me until my ass was off the bed, my cunt was winking up at his throbbing cock, and my heels were inching up his back toward his shoulders. A shiver went through me at the fierce expression on Paul's face. Never in my life had I felt as helpless. Not that I wasn't where I wanted to be, that wasn't it, but I was beyond having a thing to say about where I was any more. Paul was about to throw a man-sized, man-strong fuck into me, and I was going to have to ride it out, no matter what. Up to this minute it was my choice all the way.
"My moment of pure panic passed in the physical shock of suddenly being stuffed with swollen cock. Paul had rocked his hips at me in a swift, surprise attack, and before I could automatically tighten up or react in any way he was halfway up my hole. I screamed with the suddenness of it all, with the pressure of his mass, but the pain was a fleeting thing.
"It was the most unusual fuck I'd had to date. Paul was past the point of thinking. He simply had a load of boiling come with my name on it. As soon as I realized that, I ceased trying to be an active part of what was going on. I simply relaxed as best I could and allowed myself to be a receptacle for his sperm. Feeling almost no passion I steadied myself against the pillows and waited while the giant cock worked in and out of my hole. The entire act took little more than a few minutes. Then, grunting and uttering words I couldn't possibly understand, Paul sprayed the mouth of my womb with his steaming come.
"I was allowed to lower my legs after Paul's cock was completely soft. I moved gingerly, making room on the bed for him. I was unusually sure of myself, certain that the totally selfish fuck would work in my favor in the long run. I was right.
" 'Damn, baby, I'm sorry! I just couldn't wait, not with that body of yours, those days of dreaming about ramming it up you...." He pulled me to him with a gentleness which spoke clearly of his masculine embarrassment at being such an impatient, boyish lover. 'Now let me make it up to you, Barb, honey.'
"I was more than willing. But I pretended to be a little frightened of him. That really got to him. He started kissing me, again taking pains to be gentle. I responded hesitantly. His hands began to play with my breasts, pinching the nipples lightly, lovingly. Then he lowered his mouth to them. I sighed a little as he sucked one, then the other. When his fingers went to my cunt this time, they were attempting to be gentle. He rubbed my hard little clitoris, then slid in and out of my well greased hole. Then he surprised me by lowering his slick finger and slowly penetrating my ass-hole with it. Since this was the first time anyone had touched me there I was amazed to discover that it felt wonderful, his finger digging into my butt. I backed into it a little.
" 'You like that, don't you, you hot little cunt-I ought to fuck you up the back door. I bet you'd love it honey. Shit, you have that mother of yours beat a hundred ways! What times we're going to have, honey. The two of us. Every chance we get. Everything's going to be different, baby. God, you've got my cock all worked up again. All I have to do is touch you and I'm going out of my mind! Let me fuck you right this time, baby.'
"I would have enjoyed some more of that finger of his in my ass, but the pressure of his suddenly hard prick had me all turned on again.
" 'Tell you what, you come over here, and we'll do it a way that will let you take as much of it as you want.'
"Paul pulled me onto his lap. He lifted me until I was poised over his dick. Then, catching on to the action, I slowly began to lower myself onto his tool, hunching up and down on his head only until my cunt got greedy and wanted more. Then I slipped lower on the straining pole, bobbing easily while every nerve ending in my pussy was fired and sweating. There was no need for any outside lubrication now. I was drenching Paul's huge prick in my young juices. 'That feels so good, Paul! It's so big, so big....' I wriggled on the shaft, allowing myself still another wonderful inch ... and then another....
" 'Does it feel better than those young studs who come sniffing around here?' He humped a little, sinking a little more prick into me as he reminded me of his obvious assets. 'I figured you were giving those bucks a taste of that hot cunt of yours.'
"His words confused me for a moment. I wondered if I was supposed to deny fucking the others, then I realized he was digging the idea that I preferred his dick to theirs. Well, he was right. I'd never go back to little boy dick when there was a world full of men out there. Meanwhile the one in me would do fine. I began to ride his cock for all I was worth.
"Paul's hands were clamped around my tits. I looked down at us, even more excited by the view. Paul, under me, was rotating his hips like a tormented sea under a small ship. It felt wonderful. My body was flushed and very pink, with dark rose nipples and auburn pubic hair. Next to me Paul was very dark and hard-muscled. I was suddenly weak-knead, aware that I was only moments away from my own explosion.
"Paul might have lacked teacher's skill and knowingness, but he knew when a girl was about to come. He lifted me easily off his lap. I couldn't help moaning as the wonderful shaft was freed from my hot slit. But I knew Paul was only moving us to give me the best come he could. I was flat on my back in a second.
"I was on the point of pleading with Paul when he began to fill my aching hole with his hard meat again. Only this time he was on top and in complete control, and now I was glad for it. I was stripped of all responsibility, left with only the sheer pleasure of his cock in my cunt. 'Oh, yes, Paul,' I heard myself sigh, 'give it to me. ... Fuck me, Paul, fuck me good! I love it
... love it ... love..." I was squirming frantically under him now, working myself up to an intense pitch. 'Yes! Shove that big prick in me! Give it to me! Fuck me! YES!'
"My words had an effect on him. I could feel his dick swell a final inch. He began to slam his meat into me so far that the tender lips of my cunt were treated like a door being battered to shreds. But it felt wonderful. I was ready for everything Paul had. In fact, I was straining upwards, as if I wanted to take every last bit of him, take even his huge hanging balls inside me.... I started to come with that thought in my mind. 'Yes!' I shrieked, tightening my thighs around his muscular hips. 'Yes...! '
"The fact that he was emptying himself into me was a side-issue. This fuck was for me, and I meant to take and enjoy every bit of it.
"Afterwards, alone again in my room while Paul put in a call to his wife to find out exactly how long we had before she came home, I thought of my immediate future. My homelife was going to be a snap. I now knew how to take care of school problems, once I took the trouble to snare as many male teachers as possible. Yes, the future was going to be just fine....
"Then Paul came back, a big smile on his dark face. I held open my arms to him and smiled. His cock was hardening again, which meant we had lots of time yet. There was no doubt about it, the future was going to be a real blast...."
There is little chance that Barbra will degenerate psychosexually farther from the point she is now at, or that guilt feelings will upset the balance she has achieved. We have no doubt that she will, someday soon, marry. Undoubtedly, she will use her husband, her husband's associates and superiors, in the same way she used her French teacher and her stepfather-as a means to reach a desired goal.