Chapter 10
Phoebe glanced up and down the corridor, then opened the inconspicuous door quickly; she stepped through, closed the door carefully behind her. The inky darkness surrounded her. She reached out to the invisible wall with confidence, touched the switch and a long, heavily carpeted passageway became visible. Phoebe walked down a few yards, stopped, drew back a panel on the wall then stared through curiously. She was looking into room number fifteen, the private chamber of one of their guests. Every guest room at Hillside was equipped with a two-way mirror, which facilitated the in-depth research.
Room number fifteen was occupied by Joel, who was, Phoebe remembered, a compulsive masturbator. Doctor Saxon had done the initial research but Phoebe was familiar with the circumstances. Joel was eighteen, the eldest of four children. The other three were girls, aged fourteen, twelve and eleven. His parents had managed to tolerate his compulsion until it had increased in frequency to such an extent that they could never be sure when or where he would unzip his pants, drag out his penis and masturbate violently and repeatedly. He had humiliated his parents on several occasions in front of their guests and it was impossible for them to employ any servants in the household. His last refinement had been to make use of his sisters and it was this particular form of his self-satisfaction which had finally decided his parents to send him to Hillside.
They had discovered that Joel was in the habit of having his youngest sister, eleven years old, bend over the bed; whereupon he would squeeze his penis between the cheeks of her chubby, young bottom and work himself upon his sister's flesh until his cock spurted its fluid onto her. He had not attempted anal penetration, nor had he tried to thrust his penis into any one of his sister's vulvas. (Though his parents feared that that would be the next probable development.) The latter mode of behavior was discovered quite accidentally when his mother entered the young girl's room unexpectedly. She was shocked to learn that this particular act had been going on for a considerable length of time. Her daughter had not complained to either of her parents and at the time she was discovered lying face down on the bed, pillows propped under her girlish belly, with Joel gliding his excited penis between the blushing cheeks, she had not seemed frightened or unwilling to participate in her brother's sexual rite.
After this shocking discovery, Joel's parents had questioned the other two girls at length and finally made other frightening discoveries. The fourteen-year-old creamed her inner thighs nightly, because Joel often visited her bed. Whether she was awake or asleep didn't seem to matter to him and he lay down under the covers behind her. After lifting her short gown, he would press himself against her bare back thrusting his cock between her thighs and using the friction of her skin to masturbate his penis. This had apparently become such a regular occurrence that she prepared herself for it with the creamed thighs. The mother also discovered that her daughter's clitoris was in a constant state of excitement during her questioning and the small muscle was erect, enlarged and in an extremely well-developed stage. There was no doubt that the friction of Joel's cock must have excited her each time he thrust between her thighs, touching the tip of her clitoris and probably ploughing through the peripheral edges of her vaginal lips. The surprising point in this instance was that he had not already actually effected a penetration of her vulva. But this was not the case. The girl was still hymenally intact.
The other girl in the family, the middle sister, aged twelve, was not excluded from his sexual activities. This modus operandi was the most bizarre of the three. Joel was teaching her wrestling and it was a common sight to see them sprawling on the rug. It was only later that it was discovered that these wrestling lessons also took place when the two participants were alone, or thought they were alone and that on these occasions the girl invariably removed her panties before starting and Joel unfastened his pants. During the course of the wrestling a point was always reached where she would be pinned on top of Joel. At this point, Joel would drag up her skirt and press his exposed penis against her belly and the pubic hairs, which were very luxuriant for a girl of this age and vibrate his body against her. His hands, meanwhile, would grope under her skirt at the back, pry between her buttocks and reach her vagina. Joel's finger would tickle her clitoris, vaginal lips and probably touch inside her vulva while he worked himself to a climax upon her soft belly and abdomen. The bizarre part was that Joel did not bring the girl to her orgasm. He stopped short of that point; releasing her, letting her twist herself around until her vagina was close to his face and consequently, his penis close to her face and he would watch while she massaged her own vagina and clitoris until the orgasm came and caused her to rock excitedly. At this moment, Joel commenced his full masturbation watching the little girl's finger as he manipulated his cock and getting added pleasure from seeing her very wet orgasm taking place so close to his face.
There was no doubt that she was a very willing partner in his sex act. It was also quite certain that she had become an ardent devotee of masturbation herself. For, arriving home unexpectedly one evening, the parents had found their daughter reclining in an armchair in front of the blaring television set with her legs dangling over each of the arms of the chair and her thighs parted widely as her hand probed and thrust at her stretched-open cunt on the cushion of the chair.
The accumulation of episodes had culminated in the parents deciding that it would be better to send Joel to the Saxon place!
Phoebe did not stay at Joel's observation window long. He was naked, lying face down on the floor. Under his belly was a satin cushion and his excessively large cock was thrusting spasmodically into the softness of the satin. The damp stains on the cushion testified that he had already enjoyed several orgasms.
Maybe he liked the cushion as much as he had liked his sisters, Phoebe thought unsympathetically as she passed by. She did not like to view the male sex organ. It was a severe disadvantage for the type of research she was engaged in but the distaste remained despite her mental efforts to overcome it. She didn't like to look at penises, or testicles or even a man's buttocks. She sighed now as she thought of it. It was too bad for Marvin! All she had ever let him do was kiss her and fondle her a few times. She didn't mind him touching her cunt with his hand but she hadn't reconciled herself to having a cock thrust up it yet. She didn't really think she ever would but Marvin didn't know that!
But to her eyes, the female body was the most beautiful and exciting creation ever ...
There was nothing-but nothing-that ever would or could compare with it. Phoebe even loved to stand and stare at her own naked flesh in the mirror in her room. She had a deep pile rug on her bedroom floor and at times she rolled her body on it, savoring the sweetness of the contact of soft material against softer flesh. She had actually had orgasms by just rolling herself over! She sighed now, feeling an unbidden tingle inside her velvety skin. Not yet, she murmured to her own sensuous body. Poor Marvin, she thought with real sorrow. She liked him as a friend but- She thought wryly that Marianne had been so wrong when she had said, "How're you making out with Marv? I know you are making out." She wasn't making out, not in that way at least. But she did like him, she kept telling herself that she liked him!
There were three guest rooms which could be observed from this particular passageway, fifteen, seventeen and nineteen. Leaving Joel to his joyous masturbatory techniques, Phoebe passed number seventeen, where the Malcolm twins, two of the sweetest sixteen-year-old nymphomaniacs in captivity, passed their never-very-lonely days and nights, especially nights and moved on to room number nineteen. She stopped, breathing hard, then stared down at her legs in shock. Her knees were trembling! Oh, my God, she moaned. I must keep control-I must!
She slid back the panel with a trembling hand and stared into the warmly furnished room and saw her!
Nadine was sitting by the window staring out with her guileless, blue eyes wide, her moist lips parted and a slight, pleased smile on her well-formed, still slightly chubby face.
"Oh, the dear, darling little girl!" The spontaneous endearment came audibly from Phoebe's melting lips. Then she looked around her guiltily, as if afraid that she had been overheard.
Nadine jumped lightly to her feet her miniskirt flaring and showing a tantalizing glimpse of rounded, bare thigh above the hose. Phoebe's lips pursed in a whisper, "How sweet!"
The girl ran to the swinging door which connected with her private bathroom. Phoebe could see the small, wet lips moving-realizing that Nadine was murmuring to herself and groped for the microswitch. She switched it on as Nadine pushed open the door. Then instead of going into the bathroom, the girl turned around, lifted her brief skirt above her buttocks and bent slightly forward. The door swung back and hit Nadine's buttocks with a tiny slap. As the small mouth pursed, Phoebe heard the young, lisping voice through the speaker, "Nice!"
She switched off the sound with a stabbing finger, Oh, my God, she moaned again, then leaned back against the wall, her face white, her hands clutching at her crotch. After a moment she lifted her skirt and stared at the trickle of moisture which ran down her thighs, "I must see her myself, talk to her. Just touch her to be sure that anything so sweet is really real!" Phoebe half-ran down the passageway, hearing Pat's voice talking in her ear repeating so casually, again and again, the words that had shocked her, excited her and caused her to come to this place today to see the little fifteen-year-old girl who Pat said was so sweet and added so nonchalantly, "Cunnilingus is her thing ... cunnilingus is her thing ... cunnilingus is her ..." Phoebe ran into the corridor in an agony of impatience. Then, with an effort, slowed her steps and tried to look cool, calm and collected as she tapped at the door of number nineteen!