Chapter 11
CAUGHT IN A PUSSY TRAP
To whom does one go to have the crazy quirks in one's life analyzed? A fortune teller? An astrologist? For me it always seems to be that someone is shutting a door, and then fucking me. Or, closed doors or not, I keep getting caught in the middle of my sex games.
This time I was at home in my own bed ... not with a male ... but with my very own sister. And I wasn't doing much at all myself. I was flat out in bed, thoroughly wrapped up in the throes of passion, sort of floating on a cloud and no longer aware of earthly creatures. Because Margeen was having at me like the wild witch from the North.
She'd become more and more of a butch. She wanted to run things. To be the one to give me all of the good treats. And that was exactly how I liked it!
Little sister constantly had Mom's vibrator and dildo after me. To say nothing of her so like Lilly's tongue. The more I writhed and moaned with enjoyment, the faster and more frantic Margeen became in her administrations to my 'bod.' We were at the point where Margeen had thrown her paraphernalia aside and laid on top of me to press her sizzling hot pussy against mine. We both spread our legs wide so our clits could touch. Then we rocked up a storm that would put hurricane Hilda to shame.
We were jacking each other off at about twenty miles an hour, almost ready to explode together in a burst of come that couldn't be described, when Mom burst in. She flicked on the light switch the second she opened the door.
We were caught bare assed, right in the middle of a violent rocking.
Scared nearly frigid, I automatically started to throw Margeen off so I could run for my life. But Margeen hung on and rocked merrily away. She came all over me ... with about a gallon of hot juicy liquid just as if Mom didn't exist at all.
The already sex wrought state I was in. That warm juice spilling into my hot cunt. And being caught by Mom all worked on me. And even though it might be my last, I came too. With a screech of pleasure!
"So this is why you haven't been coming into my bed," Mom said.
I sat up and looked from her to Margeen in awe. Because she sure as hell hadn't been addressing me. Of course! I should have known. Mom and Margeen had always made love to each other. There had been enough hints. I had been blind.
"I should have known better than to leave my baby in the house with this wicked bitch," she whined. Coming to the bed, she took Margeen in her arms. Then she turned to glare at me. "You bitch. First you took my husband. Now my daughter. Get out. You can no longer live in my house."
Actually she was reasonably calm in her dismissal of me. She didn't hit me, or yell. Just growled through clinched teeth.
I was totally unprepared for such a turn of events. "I ... I don't know where to go. I don't have any money. And I'm not of age. You know I won't be eighteen until August."
"You've been eighteen since last August. It was your father's idea. We had to get married, and we lied about your age when we moved here. That's why there was no intensive juvenile investigation when those devils worked you over. I told them while you were still ill, we had decided not to prefer charges, and you couldn't identify the men, even should they be caught."
"As for the money, I will give you enough to give you a good start. Your father left you a thousand dollars in my trust. Just go. GET! You cannot have Margeen."
With this speech she left the room. In a few minutes she brought me ten one hundred dollar bills. Then she closed herself in her room and didn't come out again until I left.
I took only two suitcases, the thousand plus three hundred and fifty I had saved. Two hours later my taxi drove up in front of the house, and half an hour later I was on a plane headed for Long Beach, California.
Margeen had promised to tell everyone good-bye for me, and to explain why I left so suddenly. And I told her if she would stop blubbering, when she graduated, she could come live with me.
My decision as to my destination was rushed to say the least. I chose Long Beach because there were always sailors galore. Judging by the stories I'd heard, I figured sailor boys would put out the bread easy enough after they had been stuck in the middle of the ocean without my pussy for a few months.
I had to get settled and get a business going fast. One thousand three hundred and fifty dollars wasn't to be sneezed at. On the other hand, as the total base of setting up a business and living quarters, and to keep going until I was bringing in steady money, it wasn't a gold mine. And I wouldn't go back home. Not if the meat dropped off my bones and my tits shriveled.
I found a nice furnished apartment with a very large bedroom. I re-decorated as best I could on the funds I had. This was to be my DOLL HOUSE. The setting for the DOLL ... me. I was going to make men sit straight up on the tip end of their fucking tools and purr. So the place in which I would fuck, as well as myself, had to look right.
The basic furniture was okay. And the beige carpeting and white drapes were fine. In the living room I added dark and light blue pillows and a bouquet of flowers, all with a touch of lime green here and there.
I put one large painting of the same tones above the sofa, and many tiny framed prints together on a paneled wall. I bought one large, man-sized reclining chair and footstool. I achieved a cool and soothing homey effect.
The kitchen I made zany with huge orange and yellow flowers made of reed. I put up a small wine rack. On the cabinets I put a yellow plastic blender in which to make drinks.
My bedroom was a masterpiece. I splurged on gold streaked glass squares which I found in a discount store. And made the wall at the foot of the bed into a mirror.
I bought a leopard skin bedspread and pillow covers. I draped the window wall with heavy white satin drapes from ceiling to floor.
Along one wall I put a stereo. At the foot of the bed I put a glass topped gold leaf coffee table on which I kept a matching cocktail mixer and glasses. And a miniature bronze coffee and tea set.
I worked three days. I had two hundred and twenty-five dollars left in my purse. But I didn't worry. I had my first real version of my jungle castle and this hot to trot Tiger pussy was READY, WILLING, AND ABLE.