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Andi's Summer - Day 01

By: Gilead39



Fuck! How could I possibly get through the entire summer without finding a penis to play with?

That silent question worried me as I preened naked in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom preparing to go to church with my mother. I had just reached the age of consent to any and all sexual adventures and I was stuck in this super boring hick town until this fall when I would leave for college where I intended to become very popular with the men on campus while remaining a virgin.

Last summer I had found some books and magazines; one which fascinated me. It was about a co-ed that sucked cocks for fun and profit. I had read, studied and imagined being just like Roxi; the best cock-sucker each and every man I seduced (or let seduce me) had ever met. I was so ready. Well, I was prepared mentally and spiritually but I had no physical experience, save for my own self-satisfying experiments and indulgences that had become daily habits.

Little did I realize that today; just a week after my 18th birthday and two days after my high school graduation my prospects for the summer were about to change dramatically.

At our after-services summertime monthly church barbeque I had an embarrassing yet completely unexpected exciting naughty experience. Mr. Cooper, the owner of the second-hand store squeezed in on the right end of the bench next to me at one of the picnic tables when there were other less crowed tables available, I assumed he wanted to talk with someone at the table. His presence interrupted my daydreaming about Princess Charming as I always did at church to shut out the babble of the believers.

He was a gentle, bald, bearded hippy, at least forty years old so when he pressed on my hips with his to scoot me over I thought nothing of it. He was a church deacon and knew my mother and father well. He was always flirting with my mother; but then he flirted with all the ladies. He was a dapper ladies' man. When his hidden left hand under the table rested on my thigh I thought it had to be an unconscious accident. He immediately engaged several of the adults at the table in general good-natured conversation.

The weight and the warmth of his hand felt good. When he squeezed my thigh I realized that it wasn't an unconscious mistake; he knew what he was doing. I knew I should brush his hand away, but I didn't. It felt too good! I felt all tingly, and was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. I asked myself, "What would Roxi do?"

My lack of negative response must have implied that I welcomed his trespass, which I did - sort of. He began to rock my leg gently and slide his hand up my thigh under my summer dress. I could have stopped him a thousand different ways, yet it felt so exciting to be secretly seized and possessed by this adult male.

I let his palm rest on my pantie-covered mound and I felt his thumb separate my vulva and several of his fingers begin to tap on my button which alerted all my nerve endings especially those surrounding my womanhood. I spread my legs to assist him knowing that this was so wrong, so very wrong.

Just ten feet away my mother and Aunt Georgia, on a rare visit to our church with Mom sat at the next table facing me. Aunt Georgia nudged my mother and they both seemed to be looking under the table where I sat. Color rushed to my face as I suspected they could see what Mr. Cooper was doing to me, but I quickly rationalized that the two small children across from me blocked their view of his assault.

Surely if they could see they would have come to my rescue, and since they remained calm I assumed that I could tolerate whatever Mr. Cooper was doing because it was quite nice even though it was so very wicked.

For the next ten minutes my conscious world was in slow motion and my subconscious being was whirling out of control. I felt my vulva swell and open in invitation. He worked his fingers inside my panties, each digit applying a solitary pressure in turn from the bottom to the top of my slit and return as if he were practicing the scales on a musical instrument.

He twisted his hand; the outer edges brushing against my open thighs and a long lone finger entered my juicy sanctuary and curled up to compel the inner base of my outer nub to celebrate as his thumb swirled around my clit.

My pussy began contracting and expanding under his heated wet palm. Keeping my upper torso as still as possible I began to roll my hips forward and back to accelerate the sexual trauma racing through my body. What was wrong with me? Inexplicably, I was letting an adult trespasser breach my innocence.

Mr. Cooper's experienced hand; his finger, thumb and palm had me on the brink. I could smell myself. When he inserted a second finger inside me the combination of his efforts made me imagine what his cock would feel like thrusting up inside me. Surely, my own fingers, small bottles and vegetables that preceded his digital invasion had prepared me for such an event.

In an erotic daze I reached over and palmed his thigh my fingers searching for his manhood. I was promptly gratified by finding his hot sausage-like member stretched out against his leg which was much larger than the hot dog on my plate. I couldn't rationalize my scandalous behavior.

I had no control, yet in a moment of clarity and after a not-so subtle fingertip squeeze I released my fingers, slid my palm up and down his thigh as a sign of interest and returned my hand above the table.

I had yet to look directly at Mr. Cooper. With a sudden inspiration I removed the grilled facsimile of my most favorite male appendage, placed it deep in my mouth, turned to him and winked then slid it in and out of my puckered lips in what I thought was an obvious suggestion.

Lost in my own performance I had ignored his continuous exploration of my inner sanctum. He had me! He had me right there; beyond the brink. I couldn't hold back the instantaneous flow and explosion. I squeezed my legs together, nearly fainted, and dropped my head and began coughing as if choking on my food to cover my convulsions.

Everyone expressed concern and wily old Mr. Cooper's accomplished hand disengaged quickly and apparent to all around embraced my torso while exploring my heaving breasts with one clutching and exploring hand while pummeling my back with the other as if aiding me in my crisis.

The old coot was pinching one of my nipples right there in front of everyone. When I regained my breath Mr. Cooper was commended for his quick thinking by all those at the table and even passers-by who stopped to watch my rescue. I didn't know if I should be grateful or enraged.

Mom and Aunt Georgia stood behind the other side of the table apparently relieved that I was alright. Did Mom have a faint smirk added to her smile? Why did Aunt Georgia wink at me?

I made a self-conscious apology to everyone and no one in particular and left the table. Dumping my paper plate in the trash bin I made my way to the restroom down in the basement of the church. I needed to check the damage in my panties. 

I was sure I had wet myself. In one of the stalls I used wadded tissue to dry the excessive gooey moisture from the gusset of my panties. I reflected that I had never cum so quickly and hard in my sequestered self-titillations.

I couldn't help myself; I sat down on the commode and began to stimulate my still sticky button while pulling and pinching the nipple Mr. Cooper hadn't assaulted. I relived my recent adventure hoping that I could make sense of it. I fondled my breasts and flicked my nipples.

My state of confusion didn't help my efforts; minutes went by and I finally gave up in frustration. I splashed off my face and soaped my hands twice to get rid of any evidence of what I had been doing. I was startled as I left the restroom.

Mr. Cooper was leaning against the wall across from the door with a confident expression.

"I wanted to make sure you were OK Andi; you were in there long enough to top yourself off."

Was he all-knowing; did he really know what I had been up to? He spread out his arms and without conscious thought I stepped into his arms to be comforted laying my head against his chest.

"Reach down and touch me again, Andi. I know you want to." My hand found its way to his groin and pressed against it. His penis, the likes of which I had only seen in pictures and diagrams was hard and bulged against his seersucker trousers. The heat radiating appendage throbbed against my palm calling for more intimate attention from me.

I had read about the needs of a man and the many satisfactions a woman could perform to satisfy them. Was this my chance to finally practice some of them ahead of my self-imposed time table to wait until I got to college to let myself be me?

"See what you did to me? Go ahead, unzip me and reach inside."

Was Mr. Cooper reading my mind? That was exactly what I wanted to do. I was self-conscious and knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. The teeth of his open zipper grazed the back of my hand as I reached in. I had to fish around to pull him out of his underwear. As it sprang free I was enthralled.

My eyes blurred just when I needed clear eyesight. The feeling of the hot flesh in the palm of my right hand made my knees weak. Mr. Cooper misunderstood the sudden dip in my posture.

"Sure Andi, you can do that if you want."

He pressed my shoulders and I sank to my knees. For the second time in my life I had a real penis in my hand. For the first time I could see a firm penis clearly as it was only inches from my face and pointed right at my mouth.

The crown was peeking out of his thick pleated foreskin. It was curved; shaped like and the size of a medium banana with which I was intimately orally familiar, although cucumbers were my current toy of choice.

His scrotum and testicles were partially hidden behind his salt and pepper pubic hair. I reached out and cupped his pouch with the fingertips of my left hand. I knew what he wanted - what I wanted. I could do this!

"Go ahead kiss it, Andi."

I looked up and was surprised that his head was bowed and his eyes were closed. Strangely, that gave me the privacy and confidence I needed. I felt my pussy pulsate and my tummy tremble as I drooled in anticipation. I licked my lips and leaned forward.

The rusted hinges on the outer door upstairs squeaked and banged as a screeching child being chased by another ran across the foyer and into the stairwell.

I shot up to my feet as if discharged from a cannon and stammered, "We can't do this; not here in church!" Was I suggesting I wanted to do more with Mr. Cooper, just somewhere else?

This old man wasn't the Prince Charming I had envisioned being my first conquest, yet I knew he would be so very grateful to have a young girl practice her secret desire on him. My confusion led me to want to escape.

"You're right Andi; stop by the store later this week, I have a special birthday gift for you."

Without responding I turned and ran to the stairs past the young girl and boy now tussling at the foot of the steps.

Out of the building I found my mother still at her table and asked if I could go home and with some concern as to why I wanted to leave the festivities early she gave me permission.

My mother had a gleam in her eye as if she knew what I had just experienced. Aunt Georgia seated next to Mom seemed to share in the unspoken mirth. I dismissed the possibility that they could even imagine what an exciting, though harrowing and interrupted adventure I was rushing away from. 

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In my room I stripped off my dress and bra. My nipples were still sensitive and I pinched and pulled at them seeking some sort of relief which only made matters worse. I hitched up my panties which forced the still wet gusset up inside my smoldering womanhood.

In front of my mirror I took stock of myself for the umpteenth thousandth time. My thick dark wavy and finger-combed boyish short hair didn't attract unwanted attention. At 5'6", 115-120 pounds my 34-20-36 measurements gave me an hourglass figure from the front; in profile my sway-backed bubble butt looked oversized compared to my breasts. I hoped they would have a growth spurt in the near future to balance me out. My dark pink nipples and light pink aureoles sat high nearly pointing upward. My thick curly pubic hair concealed my lips and all they contained.

I exercised nude every morning and every evening in front of my mirror because I wanted to practice being carefree and comfortable in my own skin. I didn't exercise to build muscles; I did so I would be agile and limber.

Secretly I pretended that Prince Charming was watching my reflection in the mirror. Some of my calisthenics provided a very naughty and captivating view of my bits and pieces. Those private gyrations brought a self-satisfied smile inside and out. I stripped off my panties and chewed on and tasted the sticky gusset.

I threw myself down on the bed on my back, grabbed onto the brass railed headboard, spread my legs and stared up at the ceiling. I pretended that I was bound and unable to escape so I wouldn't start in on myself. I had been pleasuring myself for several years. I had fantasized and imagined all sorts of sexual adventures.

Why had I let Mr. Cooper take advantage of me? He certainly wasn't the handsome Prince Charming I had anticipated being the first adult man to have his way with me. Was I so desperate to be wanted, needed and pleasured by a man that I let an ancient codger older than my father fondle and easily arouse me? Was I doomed to an eternity in hell?

My romanticized musings in the past had been enhanced and enriched by a treasure trove of girly magazines and pocket novels I had found by chance one early morning almost a year ago in the Gilmore's trash can in the alley between our homes. My serious sexual education began that day.

Georgia Gilmore was my mother's best friend. She had never outgrown being a cheerleader in high school with Mom. She was always so gay and joyful; so feminine and fashionably chic. She seemed to float rather than walk as other people did and flirted with everyone, male or female.

Mom was just the opposite. She had a permanent dimpled smile, but she was very reserved and cautious around everyone. She was an interested listener but seldom started a conversation, letting Aunt Georgia take center stage. Less stylish, she usually wore a blouse or sweater set and slacks most of the time.

There was no doubt that I took after my mother, although she encouraged me to be less introverted. Everyone mistook my sullen persona for my true nature when in fact I was hiding and protecting my true uninhibited self from exposure. I had learned as early as middle school that girly girls drew too much attention too soon and had decided that I would wait to blossom when I reached college.

Mom and Aunt Georgia were inseparable; they had their morning coffee together every day without fail and watched the afternoon soap opera together while dinner was in the oven. They went out 'shopping' or for a 'long lunch' once or twice a week.

Until recently their special treat was to go into the city almost every Wednesday evening to get 'away from it all.'

They both acted so prim and proper that I assumed the dirty literature was Mr. Gilmore's. My new library was mostly about lesbians and prostitutes. I would never have guessed Uncle Clifton; our mild mannered town pharmacist was a pervert.

The oversized English pin-up magazines demonstrated how a hot girl could best pose for a man or men. I spent hours and hours practicing every pose I viewed in front of my mirror.

In the undersized colorful photo journals of revealing explicit sexual positions I read the English captions of the multi-lingual (Swedish, French and German) descriptions.

I found the adult pocket novels stimulated my imagination with innovative endeavors to ponder. Surely, the adults I knew, with the exception of Mr. Gilmore and Mr. Cooper didn't know of these uninhibited activities that fascinated me. From my life-long observations my conventional parents were definitely clueless about these exceptional undertakings.

I read the lesbian novels with interest, but there wasn't much for a normal girl to learn as far as performances went, after all a girl was meant to be with a man; although, the descriptions of romantic intimacy did influence me about how I wanted to be treated.

The stories about successful hookers and whores had pages and pages of enlightened passages that disclosed what men of all sorts expected and appreciated that I absorbed, pondered and filed away for future use.

Being desired and subsidized by many men was certainly an open-minded and thrill-seeking girl's worthwhile goal. Mr. Cooper was the first adult male to give me at least part of a new knowledge of the ultimate feminine ecstasy.

In one moment I knew I would never, ever visit Mr. Cooper's store this week - birthday present or not. In the next instant I wondered what he might do to me if I did. What would he let me do? I began to imagine one scenario after the another. I started making a mental list of the things I wouldn't let him do.

He wasn't going to fuck me - no way - I must remain a virgin. I couldn't possibly let him see me completely naked. If I let him give me the same pleasure he had today would he in turn let me not only feel his penis, explore, study and taste it so I would be ready when Prince Charming came along? He could tutor me in a manner of speaking.

Did I dare suck the taffy flavored cum out of his cock? I orgasmed with that thought; my fingers having crept with stealth to my apex of sensitivity and did what they accomplished so well for me.

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Andi's Summer - Day 02



To rid myself of thoughts about Mr. Cooper's unexpected exploration of my womanhood and his apparent willingness to let me examine his genitalia I had spent the entire morning and early afternoon sprawled on my back on top of my bed re-reading "Becumming a Woman" written by a blonde co-ed named Roxanne.

Written as a diary she reported all of her naughty explicit and erotic liaisons in her freshman year of college. She had replaced proper words like 'penis' with 'cock' and 'vagina' with 'pussy' and she was getting closer and closer to losing her virginity, but she was still holding out.

On her first few dates she played the innocent little girl to the hilt. Making out she would ask to see his thingy. She would admire it by saying it looked like a delicious lollypop and then offer to lick and suck it if he would make a small contribution toward her college expenses.

I admired the way she controlled her suitors. That she expected and accepted money for her skills was just her way of assuring herself that she wasn't being taken advantage of like some empty-headed bimbo.

She would state flat out "I am still a virgin and I intend to stay that way, however, if you could help me; I'll give you a special treat that will make you happy and satisfied."

She would make up a desperate reason she needed twenty dollars the next morning. She had advanced from cuddling and feely-touchy to letting her dates molest and nibble her breasts and in turn she would stroke and suckle what she called their tasty treats. 

After several profitable liaisons and the boys bragging about her talents she became known as the "lollipop girl" and became very popular on campus, so much so that she often had two or three no-dinner, no-dancing, no-movie dates a night.

Roxi was fascinated with the male genitals; describing each with clinical attributes. She cared less about what kind of body they were attached. She took on athletes and bookworms. Her detailed description of her techniques upon the sexual apparatus of many different men became more explicit and longer as I worked through the chapters.

I was determined to become just like Roxie; my first opportunity on campus was only a few short months away. In the meantime I could, if I dared to, practice on Mr. Cooper.

My eyes were tired and my kitty needed a break; I had been strumming and rubbing myself to higher and higher plateaus all day, as I re-read the good parts over and over and daydreamed that I was just as confident and capable of pleasing a man as she.

It was a beautiful day outside so I decided to walk over to the park for some sun and fresh air. I had graduated high school last Friday and was supposed to be looking for a summer job as part of my agreement with my parents for them to fund my college tuition.

I couldn't wait to get on a campus far from home and begin my own adventures with real men - not the stupid boys from around here. During the tumultuous years of puberty at school I had been a mouse, wanting nothing to do with boys. I kept my hair short and shaggy, never wore make-up, slouched, kept my eyes on the ground and frowned a lot.

As I matured I found my reputation as a loner an advantage to nurture. Nobody bothered me. I was left alone to plan my future. For the next three months I would be marking time until I could escape and start my adventures.

I bounced up off my bed and checked myself out in the mirror on the back of the door to my room. I was wearing my school uniform blouse and pleated skirt and nothing else. I had gotten a vengeful thrill out of clipping the buttons off my blouse, cutting the sleeves off, enlarging the armholes into large teardrop shaped vents on each side and slashing the unhemmed material so the blouse barely reached the bottom of my titties leaving the button hole and button plackets long so I could tie them beneath my chest.

In the right postures the slope of my firm breasts was easily viewable from the front and the sides. I had raised the hem of the knee-length skirt to just barely below my kitty and my gyrations in the mirror had revealed that I was exposing my all anytime I wasn't standing still. No white utility bra and no white cotton panties.

Fuck school rules - I was free!

I slipped on one of Daddy's tee shirts over my risqué uniform which was my standard summer attire when going out and about and gathered up my book and glasses then headed to the park. The cement was hot even through my flip-flops so I hurried along, anxious to get barefoot on the cool grass. At the entrance I saw a mostly vacant park. One tall bare-chested boy wearing shorts was shooting hoops. The playground beyond was empty of kids because the community pool was open at the far end.

He wasn't an ex-classmate so I decided to hit the bleachers and see if I could watch his cock jump around in his shorts. Roxie would do something like that and I suddenly wanted to be Roxie for just a minute or two. I was certainly dressed for it after I removed Daddy's shirt.

Reaching the bleachers I walked up to the top bench at the end, sat down and pretended to read my book. The boy was ignoring me so I had to up the ante. I casually fondled my breasts as I appeared to be reading. Looking for any sign of an unhampered appendage in the boy's shorts I tweaked first one and then the other nipple.

They both responded in appreciation as did my inner me. I slipped my hand down between my legs and caressed myself. I couldn't see any sign of flopping manhood on the boy. Surely, he had a penis. My intense concentration was noticed by the shooter. He waved; I waved back.

That was all it took. He palmed his ball and laid it on his hip and approached. (Roxie spoke to me. It was now or never.) As he stopped at the foot of the bleachers I spread my knees knowing that my short skirt wasn't covering my treasure.

He squinted up at me, and then shaded his eyes for a better view. With Roxie's encouragement I let my knees fall further apart as I leaned forward placing my elbows on my knees and let him see my titties push my blouse down and out.

He found his voice. "Sure is hot, isn't it?"

"Sure is. I'm sweating in places I don't usually sweat". (One of Roxie's lines.) I spread my knees further apart as if I was showing him just where I was sweating. His eyes were locked on my dark muff.

"Un, I was thinking of going behind the bushes and catching some rays."

I had no idea what he meant. "What do you mean?"

"Get some sun on my white parts. Care to join me?" This guy was well tanned everywhere I could see. I wanted to see what his white parts looked like, didn't I? He was inviting me to see for myself, wasn't he?

"I'm supposed to be looking for a job, besides; I don't even know your name."

"Sorry... I'm Tony. My folks just moved here from the city and I'm visiting for a few days."

"I'm Andi. Are you in high school somewhere?"

"No, I'm a sophomore at Northwestern. Are you?"

So he was a stranger AND an out-of-state college man. Was he to be my Prince Charming? Mr. Cooper didn't hold a candle to him.

I couldn't believe my luck, a tall, dark and handsome man right here in my very own park!

Stalling for time I ask, "Am I what?" I just knew this was a golden opportunity and I had to take it.

"In high school?"

"No, I just graduated. I'm 18 and I am going to UCLA in the fall."

"Why so far away?"

"When you get to know this town you'll understand; there is nothing to do for fun and few job opportunities."

"I like what I see so far and we can make our own fun. Are you coming?" Whether he was counting on his swagger or he was actually polished didn't matter to me. I would let him seduce me within my limits and then I would take my fill of him - literally. (Roxi had revealed that no man turned down a blowjob.)

He walked along the side of the bleachers and stopped below me. I stood up knowing he would be able to look right up my skirt. Snatching up Daddy's tee; with slow wide strides I stepped down onto the fourth tier, and then the third as he held up his arms to catch me.

I couldn't quite be sure if I let my breasts slide down his chest or if he had pulled me into him. Either way - WOW! His sweat stimulated my nipples and the resulting electricity shot straight to my kitty.

Tony led me to a small gap in the shoulder-high bushes that bordered the park. Stepping through I saw the high cement block wall that divided the park and the surrounding homes. The evergreens were added later to soften the effect. I assumed the extra space to the wall was for when the plants would be full-grown; in the meantime they created a nice hide-away.

Tony turned to the right and I followed him. Near the corner the bushes were thick and nearly as tall as the wall hiding the two of us from the rest of the world. Tony leaned against the wall, pulled me to him and kissed me. His tongue went right to work as if we were intimate lovers, which was OK with me. It was more than OK; chills ran up and down my spine.

I stepped away from him and took off my glasses and placed them on top of Daddy's shirt and my book, which I put face down at the side of the two of us on one of several unmatched milk crates. It appeared that someone had created a private space to hang out. Cigarette butts, empty soda cans and other litter confirmed that.

"We're right under that window." I pointed out the two story house at the corner not more than twenty feet away that overlooked the length of the wall. "Anyone looking out and down can see what we are doing" I warned.

"What do you think the odds are that anyone is in that house now and would be looking out that particular window at this time of day?"

Feeling foolish I shrugged my shoulders.

He pulled me back to him and spun me around facing away from him. He cradled me in his arms; his hands quickly busy untying my blouse. He was struggling with the knot; making it looser, but not getting it undone so he just pulled my blouse off my shoulders and let it fall to my waist.

Once my blouse was disposed of he simply slid his hands under my waistband and slid both garments down my narrow hips, compressing my bubble butt and let them fall to the ground. His hands were everywhere at once as he nuzzled my ear. He made a hurried exploration of my breasts, my butt and when his hands fell to my womanhood I finally reacted.

"Whoa - no fair! You're still dressed!"

He put one arm across my tits, holding me against his chest while his other hand fumbled against my buttocks. I realized that he was pushing his shorts down. Looking down I saw his shorts and a stained athletic supporter join my clothing. Seeing the jock strap I realized why my voyeurism had been thwarted. I thought boys only wore those during a game.

Suddenly I realized that I was naked and my Prince Charming was naked. It seemed so romantic.

I spun around facing him unintentionally palming his flopping manhood which startled both of us. I didn't let go of it. I had only explored the flesh of one other penis before Mr. Cooper which happened in a dark theater under a boy's stretchy waistband and inside his underwear as group of our classmates were seated all around us on a field trip. The boy had just taken my hand and stuffed it down his pants. I didn't want to make a fuss so I just squeezed his thingy from time to time. He hadn't been nearly as big and heavy as Tony was. (It was time for a Roxie declaration.)

"I am a virgin and intend to stay that way, but if you'll keep your hands above my waist, I'll keep mine below yours." I looked up at him, licked my lips and winked just as Roxie always did.

I knew my admission offered a lot of opportunities for the young man before me to consider.

Tony suddenly kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear, "I need you to help me out, Andi. I'm really hurting. I'll give you a dollar if you make me cum."

His upper hand pushed down hard on my bare shoulders and I was roughly slammed down on my knees losing my tentative hold on the object of my curiosity. I liked how he moved me around at his will. His offer to pay me didn't register as my eyes, mind and imagination were otherwise occupied.

Did he expect a hand-job or a blow? I knew what I wanted!

I was crouched with my face right in front of his stiff naked manhood; it was twitching in the air all by itself. I was seeing for the second time a man's penis up close. The thickness of it was about the size of the napkin rings my mother used at Sunday dinner and the length was about the size of the rolled up napkin placed inside of it. His foreskin was rolled back exposing his big purple raspberry. Recalling descriptions that Roxie shared, since it was so hard looking it was probably as long as it was going to get.

"Suck me Andi. Suck me!" I liked that he used my name. Would he remember this day for the rest of his life? I knew I would!

Scratch the hand-job. Tony reached down and placed his hands on my head and pushed his hips forward. He wanted a blow and I wanted to suckle. Was I a lucky girl or what?

I ducked away from that assault and slapped his hands away.

"Don't be so bossy! I'll do it in my own good time."

"Andi, kiss it baby - kiss it and suck it." He was thrusting his cock left, right and center.

I pushed his hips back up against the wall.

"Be nice Tony, I know what I'm doing."

That was such a big fat lie! I searched my memory for Roxie's particulars given my position. I cupped his scrotum with my left hand, referred to in the book as his sack. I had learned to use the span of my thumb and pinkie to measure. My make-do ruler measured 5 inches; pressed against Tony's length I determined that his penis was just over six inches.

I lightly kissed the smeary head of his penis - that was his pre-cum I assumed. I leaned into him and gripped his staff with my right hand, ran my tongue down the left side of it, across his testicles (balls) and back up the other side of his throbbing cock. Cock - cock - cock... Cock-a-doddle-do... any cock will do! (Roxie's mantra; which I had been silently practicing the entire day.)

Before putting this college man's thingy in my mouth I wanted to study it. I pumped my hand slowly up and down as I surveyed its structure with all of my senses. This was much better than the pictures and few diagrams I had seen. It was hard, yet spongy. It had thick blue swollen veins running the length of it. The head was shaped like a tilted mushroom and clear fluid was pooling on the tiny slit at the top.

I licked around the top of the head and tasted the liquid that I could hardly avoid. I liked it. Roxie had called it the nectar of the Gods and I had to agree with her. I licked all around the edge of the head and captured as much of it as I could with a furtive suckle. I was definitely going to enjoy this!

"Andi, please don't tease me."

"I'm not."

I wasn't teasing him I was teasing myself. I so wanted to suck on him, but I also wanted to memorialize this almost holy event.

"Stand still." Tony wasn't moving around, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He locked his knees. I gripped his penis at its base.

This was my moment. I was so excited. I knew my kitty was puffy and wet and I hadn't even touched myself since coming behind the bushes. This was the greatest gift a woman could give to her man. Tony was my man.

I sucked softly on the head and then slowly lowered my mouth beyond the violet bubble until my lips came in contact with my loose fist. Tony moaned as I gently suckled him while my hand continued to pump him which sent electric shocks to the tip of my nipples and up and down the walls of my pulsating kitty. I had him. I controlled his destiny.

I loosened and twisted my griping hand and tickled each of his balls in turn. Tony was constantly moaning and encouraging my efforts. He was rather crude. "Fuck yes, just like that. Don't stop! Don't stop. You're a great cock-sucker, Andi! Don't stop."

I enjoyed his pleas and approvals, but I could have done without them as I was in my own wonder world. The difference in the textures of the head, the shaft and his hairy balls fascinated me. The pleating and unfurling of his foreskin as I pumped his shaft fascinated me. The constant throbbing and twitching excited me. I knew I was dripping. I was going to cum soon without anything touching me down there.

I started to suck his cock as fully as I could. I released my hand and pushed his stiffness past the back of my mouth and tried to capture the head at the entrance to my throat which rebuffed a voluntary entry. I had slid solid cucumbers down my throat in practice so I was surprised that Tony's cock didn't invade my throat. I determined that his cockhead was too soft to punch through the gateway. Maybe I needed a better angle. I settled into a steady bobbing. Tony was too quick for my full pleasure.

As my mouth was pulling upward Tony screamed and let loose. A spurt shot against the back of my mouth. Another and another followed and I felt my mouth filling up with salty brine. I swished it around his cock, and giggled to myself as I realized that I was rinsing between my teeth at the same time. I kept his slippery goo in my mouth for a long time. I didn't want to lose it. Finally, I had to begin swallowing it. Once - twice - three times and there was still a nice coating on my tongue and cheeks inside my mouth. That first taste of his cum sent shivers through my body and I knew that I would be sucking many more cocks in the future.

I released Tony's cock with a loud pop. I had created a vacuum.

Tony's knees buckled. "I need a rest." He leaned over gasping for breath. I was in better shape than he was. Belatedly, I gave a furtive glance up at the window. Did a shadow on the transparent curtains just move? Were the curtains separated more than they had been before? I studied the window for a moment. Was someone watching us? I smiled up at my imaginary friend thinking, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

I expected some sort of expression of gratitude on Tony's part, but no "thank you" or any praise at all now that he was sated. Had he no manners? He groaned more in agony than ecstasy. He wasn't my Prince Charming; he was a selfish little boy.

I shushed him, pulled an upside down plastic milk crate under my butt and grabbed his deflated cock. I was probably rougher than I should have been because Tony yelped. I unceremoniously stuffed his limp thingy into my mouth and began to suckle it with a vengeance. I prayed he could get hard and shoot off for me again.

This was my time. I had a cock to play with and I wasn't done yet. He pleaded for me to stop. He begged. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and held on for dear life. I'm sure he could have escaped if he really wanted. He acted like he was being tortured at first but soon let me have my way. I was determined to get him off again. Not for him - for me.

As I rocked back and forth I could hear my own juices squishing between my legs. I could smell myself. Instead, of being embarrassed I believed it to be a badge of honor. I vowed to never ever be uncomfortable by my own animal scent again.

His deflated cock was the perfect size to be suckled and swished around in my mouth by my saliva and his residual cum. I found that this was an ideal circumstance. I was perfectly content to munch rather than suckle; in fact, I was enjoying it more. I could spend all day - even a lifetime chomping on a masculine squiggly worm. I settled in for a long feast.

Unfortunately, his cock didn't cooperate; it grew fuller and longer and I had to resort to sucking it as I had before. When it reached its full length I pressed forward and was able to get the head of his cock to fuck into and out of the entrance to my throat although it wouldn't stay there. I dismissed the value of playing with his balls and found a better task for my free hand between my own legs.




Andi's Summer - Day 02



From the positive groans and renewed praises emanating from Tony he was happy again. I was too! I didn't even try to hide how my free hand was busy at my own pleasure center. My fingers kept time with my hand jacking-off Tony. My fingers were curled upward and I was pulling them roughly up as my palm brushed my clit with every jerk. Both hands were a blur and I had no patience. I wanted to cum and I wanted Tony to cum with me.

Tony did his part; his cock began to throb and he snuck his hands behind my head and pulled me all the way down his cock. The head forced its way into and came to rest inside the entrance of my throat - just barely, but that was enough to send him rushing into another ejaculation. My stomach churned; I gagged. My tummy rippled; my butthole and kitty clenched in concert. That was new! It was great!

As I gagged I didn't get to concentrate on Tony's semen as it bypassed my taste buds and shot straight down my throat as I relished the opportunity to fully appreciate my own convulsions and contractions inside me.

Pulling up his shorts Tony slid down the wall, squatted against it and gestured an offer for me to join him. When we were side-by-side he put his arm around my shoulders and he rested his hand on my right breast. He didn't squeeze or pull on it; he had a dead hand, which in my state of euphoria was entirely welcomed. When he raised his legs and propped them up on the milk crate in front of us, I teased him by pushing my own feet up on the edge of it and we began a childish game of footsies.

When our playfulness ground to a halt Tony spoke out.

"Do you want to meet here and make-out again tomorrow?

"Sure, if you want to, I guess." I was thrilled that I would have another chance to practice sucking his cock. I had so much to learn. I accepted that our 'making-out' had been me servicing him and myself but was okay with that.

"What time?"

"Around one?"

"OK."

Tony disengaged himself from me and stood up. He pulled some currency from his pocket and handed me 2 one dollar bills.

"For a quiet girl you surprised me, Andi; you are a really good cock-sucker. See you tomorrow."

He abruptly slipped through the bushes leaving me alone and naked.

Tony's compliment contradicted my own feelings. Part of me wanted to celebrate the accomplishment of my first and second blowjobs, but I knew I could have done better. I repeated the word out loud confirming my new identify.

"Cock-sucker.Cock-sucker. Cock-sucker."

I had finally experienced the beautiful encounter between a man and a woman that I had envisioned so many times. I was thrilled and excited to truly know what the act was actually like. It was delightful and made me feel so powerful and fulfilled. I picked up my blouse and skirt, replaced the milk crate next to the one we hadn't used and dressed myself.

On the way home, I mumbled "cock-sucker" over and over thinking that tomorrow I would take longer and be more passionate.

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In my room I could smell myself and probably a lot of Tony too. Glad my parents weren't home yet I took a long hot shower paying particular attention to my kitty. She was all puffy and open. I gave her a good cleansing using the spray nozzle to get all up inside her. I was amazed at how good it felt just to cup her. I knew I would spend time teasing her well into the night after I went to bed thinking of Tony.

Tony would show up tomorrow, wouldn't he?

From a young age I felt like my real self was floating beside me taking in everything and everyone. Over time I concluded that most everyone was faking their true existence. They had secrets and interests that they didn't reveal in the real world. They conformed to the accepted norm and that seemed dishonest to me. If I wanted - needed to suck cock why wasn't it okay for everyone to know it? Meeting Tony gave me the opportunity to be myself even before going to college. I needed to keep him coming back for more blowjobs.

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At home feeling a surge of energy I did two loads of wash and was folding the second one when Aunt Georgia came over with a prepared ham and potato casserole to put into the oven which is something she did on days Mom went to his office with Daddy. As comfortable in our kitchen as her own she prepared a salad from the vegetables in our refrigerator and put it in a crisper. She also placed a package of frozen peas in the steamer and asked me to turn it on at 4:45.

We chatted as I set the table which was a task she usually did. She mentioned that I had an extra glow about me and I flushed and was tempted to tell her about my adventures with Mr. Cooper and Tony. For some reason she was always easier to confide in than Mom.

At dinner neither Mom nor Daddy questioned me about looking for a job as they talked in vague terms about a business opportunity for them and the Gilmores. Mom seemed super excited, but Daddy, as was his accountant's nature, tempered her enthusiasm with conservative judgments. I shocked them both by offering to do the dishes so they could rush over and share their news with the Gilmore's.

**



Andi's Summer - Day 03



Anxious to look and smell nice for Tony I spent a long time in a Gardena scented bubble bath, brushed my hair for a change rather than running my fingers through it and applied a little blush and lipstick. I tried on and discarded every dress in my closet.

On the second round I chose last year's white eyelet mid-thigh length scalloped bodice and hem summer dress. It was meant to be worn with a nude slip but I chose to wear it without undies today.

The dress was a bit snug across the bust since the girls were still growing but I thought that wasn't a problem particularly when I managed to align two eyelets with my nubby nips expecting them to stay fixed in place. My dark bush was clearly visible in the mirror if I stood still; otherwise it was only a shadow.

I also traded my flip-flops for my white canvas platform sandals. I placed a daisy blossom decorated headband on and slipped a buttery yellow sweater over my shoulders that I could use to conceal my deliberate exposure should I encounter a neighbor on the way to the park.

I spotted Tony as soon as I entered the park; he was wearing the same purple shorts and sitting along the bushes right at the gap in the evergreen border. I ran over to him and as I reached him he turned and slipped into our hideaway.

I was hurt that he hadn't even said "Hello", nor commented on my dress, or even said I looked nice.

Carefully stepping through the evergreen prickliness I was surprised that he was standing just inside and he was frowning.

"If I had known you were going to be late; I would have brought my ball."

"I'm sorry Tony but it is just about one o'clock; I don't think it is yet."

"Well I've been waiting for a long time."

Was it my fault that he had come early? He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the milk crates. Reaching them he backed up to the wall and pulled me to him. His hands dropped down to my hips and he was raising my skirt as he nuzzled my neck. His palms found my naked cheeks and he began to spread and squash them. The air felt good as my butthole was exposed to the air repetitiously but it wasn't that erotic.

Leaving one hand to do its work; he reached up and grabbed my left tittie, ignoring my exposed nipples. He finally kissed me and I could taste beer on his breath. He lips and tongue were all over my face; that and the fact that he was panting made the image of a dog flash through my thoughts. Although he wasn't doing much for me; I could feel his excitement growing between our pressed together bodies.

When he tried to push me down to my knees, I resisted and stepped back from him.

"Hold on Tony; let me take off my nice clean dress."

Not offering to help me with the zipper he huffed in frustration and looked aggravated.

"Well hurry up."

"You first."

He groaned like I was asking for some kind of problematic indulgence; then pushed his shorts down and let them drop around his ankles. He didn't even step out of them. At least he had left his yellowed jockstrap at home.

I wanted his attention so I did some swaying, adding bumps and grinds as I removed my sweater, and placed it on the closest overturned milk crate. I unzipped myself and let the dress slide slowly down my body. I caught it, gingerly stepped out of it, folded it and placed it on top of my sweater.

Looking at Tony's cock I thought it seemed to be shrinking from its half hard state just moments ago. My cute little striptease that I had practiced at home hadn't excited him at all. I decided to take charge.

"Make your beautiful love muscle hard for me, Tony." To encourage him I clutched my breasts and jiggled them for him as an incentive.

"Fuck no! I'm not going to stand here and jack-off for you."

I took a huge, huge gamble knowing that I really wanted to have his manhood in my mouth to practice on. I wanted -- needed to have his cum stimulate my taste buds; coat my mouth and fill my greedy tummy.

He kicked at the dirt and nearly lost his balance since his shorts hampered his temper tantrum.

I had to prove to myself that I had Roxie's power. "Make it ten good long slow ones -- just for me, Tony."

He actually blushed but started to prime the pump as he stared at the ground. An important fact stamped itself in my brain. For all his worldly experience in college he was no more than an overgrown kid. It was painfully obvious that he wasn't my knight in shining armor but fortunately he had a cock and truthfully that was all I needed for him to provide.

"I... I'm ready", he said looking at my chest, not my eyes. At least he unwittingly acknowledged that I had lady parts. His own effort was awfully quick; I should have had him count the strokes out loud. I giggled and made a note to have him do that the next time.

"Come on Andi, I need you real bad."

Not concerned with his needs but having my own I dropped to my knees and kissed the head as he pushed his now firm man meat against my lips. I started to lick the side of his length.

"No baby, just suck it. Suck it real hard."

Angered by his lack of appreciation for Roxie's special intro I did as he ask; not for him, but because my genuine need was having his cock embedded in my mouth. I stayed out at the tip, working the crown just inside my mouth with my tongue and not putting the energy out that bobbing up and down took. Of everything I had tried so far, this technique was my favorite, so I went with it.

"Suck baby, suck. Just like that!"

It was convenient that he was pleased with my choice. He began to throb and my own juices were building. Maybe we could hit it together on this first try.

He had placed his hands gently on the sides of my face, not behind my head so I didn't bat them away. His hands acted like blinders and enhanced my concentration.

I was going down his length farther than yesterday with ease. His mushroom was popping in and out of my throat without any effort on my part. The momentary blockage seemed acceptable, even natural. My mind was spinning, my nips were bursting, and my kitty was swelling and getting wet. This was fabulous!

His body stiffened, signaling that he was approaching blastoff. I reminded myself to pull back when he started to spurt so I could taste his thick sea water cum. (Roxie had written that thinking of cum as sea water or saltwater taffy helped accept it as more pleasant than it sometimes was.)

Oops! Tony came straight down my throat as he jabbed his cock forward. I pulled back and scolded myself for not keeping my head in the game, although sucking cock wasn't a game; it was a serious yet delightful adventure.

I was in deep delight as I swirled the second, third, fourth spurts and then the steady pulsating dibbles from Tony's fountain. Tony wasn't cooperating as he was trying to extricate his cock -- my cock from my mouth.

"Wow! Jimmy LIKE! Jimmy WANT!"

That voice wasn't Tony's! It was loud enough to be heard blocks away.

In a panic I jerked my head toward the voice as Tony dropped his hands away. A familiar short heavy-set guy was standing in the secret pathway just a few feet from us. He had his fist in front of his gut; his khaki shorts around his knees and in his extended hand were two one dollar bills.

He had obviously jacked-off while watching me suck Tony as his hand was coated in cum. I hadn't heard him because of the slurping I had been doing and I hadn't seen him sneak up on us because Tony had blocked my peripheral vision.

DAMN TONY!

I look up at Tony with fire in my eyes. "Who the HELL is this?" My question was purely a reaction.

I knew who the intruder was; it was the wandering young man that looked like a teenage boy with a listing head, simple gate and unfocused eyes that everyone in town called Dimwit. He wasn't exactly a midget; he was taller than pictures I had seen, but he had the figure of one. He had Popeye arms and legs.

He was always dressed in clean, crisp clothing but even so I had avoided interacting with him when out shopping because he acted strange all the time walking back and forth on first one side of the street of the two business district blocks and then the other with his hands busy in his pockets. He never bothered anyone yet everyone gave him extra space when passing him.

Many of the girls from school had at one time or other sat on the bench in front of the bank to watch him play with himself and teased him when he passed by. They would ask him questions just so he would stop, face them and play with himself much to their delight.

"He's my parents' neighbor's kid. He's kind of slow and lonely. I told him you would suck him off twice for two dollars."

Tony pulled his shorts back up. His explanation reminded me that he hadn't offered me a dollar today.

FUCK! I couldn't believe I let that word even enter my mind in this absurd situation. I had been caught giving a blowjob right here in public. Caught wasn't precisely the right word for it; Tony had set me up!

It was obvious that Tony had concluded that I was just a neighborhood slut good for a cheap thrill. Thinking back I couldn't really blame him for misunderstanding my motives when I flashed him so deliberately and willingly followed him behind the bushes. I couldn't change his opinion now, and as long as he wanted me to blow him or any of his friends I would.

Why not? I was the one collecting all the benefits. I would be a Grade-A cocksucker by the end of summer.

I started to question what Roxie would do in this circumstance, but knew I had no choice. Actually, what was I worried about? I had another cock to practice on!

Dimwit shuffled forward, still holding out the money.

"Put the money on top of my dress, honey. What's your name?"

"Ji... Jimmy."

"Well, then Jimmy, step right up; you're just in time and ready to go I see."

I couldn't believe how easy it was to order the male gender around. Even though Jimmy was maybe five years older than me, he had the presence of a pre-teen; I couldn't think of him as anything other than a boy.

Not letting Tony off the hook, I stretched out my hand palm up, "You owe me a dollar Tony."

Tony reached into his pocket and drew out two one dollar bills and offered them to me.

I had to prove I was in control. "Put the money on my dress and drop your shorts, Tony."

Tony leaned down, placed the money on my dress and said he would wait till later for his second go.

"Oh no, I can handle both of you at once. Drop your shorts!"

He groaned, but after a momentary hesitation he did my bidding. DAMN! I felt like the most powerful queen of the entire universe!

Jimmy had continued to jerk himself off as Tony and I were occupied.

"Come closer, Jimmy. Let me do that for you."

Jimmy's chubby, hidden under his hanging gut was a lot lower than Tony's meat. I realized that I would have to squat down on my heels to do him and stretch up to deal with Tony. I didn't want to slight either of them. I spotted the other milk crate. Perfect!

I stood up and walked over to it, giving my hips some added swing as I knew both boys' eyes would be fixed on my bare jiggling ass. I gave my titties the same opportunity to bounce around as I returned. Their fascinated stares gave me an extra thrill.

"Here Jimmy, step up on this."

It was comical to watch Jimmy try to step up the full 14 inches with his pants around his knees. He eventually stepped out of one leg to accomplish mounting the crate.

"Get in closer Tony. Hold on to Jimmy so he won't fall."

"Uh, no -- he'll be fine."

It took just one stern look from me for Tony to wrap his arm lightly around Jimmy's shoulders. Roxie was right, men were so easy to manipulate.

I could see that now I would have to stretch up for both of them and I was certain that if I kept my back straight, even arched it, I would be fine.

The side benefit as I took my starting position was that both boys' eyes were locked onto my thrust out titties. "You can hold my titties and play with my nipples if you guys want to." I thought I might as well take full advantage of my studs. Jimmy took my offer up right away which freed up his cubby.

"Here we go!"

Chubby was the perfect description for Jimmy's thingy. It was truly a thingy. Fully hard it was hardly 3 inches long. I used just my thumb and forefinger to grasp it. It had both cum and crisp expended cum all over it. Jimmy's slimy hand on my full breast told me where the rest of it that hadn't hit the ground was. The warm stickiness was stimulating.

I decided to forgo the foreplay and just get on with the sucking. Taking Jimmy first I was immediately impressed. Not by his size, but by the way his meat was a perfect fit inside my mouth. It didn't even reach the back of my mouth so I had lots of room to use my tongue and saliva to entertain us both. In fact his little wiener was getting me more turned on than Tony's hotdog had. That whole revelation made me shiver. I was just settled into a nice juicy pace when Tony demanded equal time.

As soon as I switched, Tony put his hands on my head so I smacked his hands away. There would be no more thrusting down my throat for him. As I was tonguing him he tried a single lightly placed hand on the back of my head that got a hard slap on his wrist. After that denial he left me alone to do my thing; or rather their thingies freely.

Not all the activity was of my sole execution. When I was busy with Jimmy, Tony would rub his cock against my nearest cheek and with my motion his cock would bounce from my cheek, to my ear and into my hair frequently. Jimmy on the other hand when I was slurping Tony would crouch down and grab at my nipples and my motion would create some sharp pinches. I simply loved his attention.

I continued to stroke my two horny playmates as I suckled the other. While busy with one of them I could gaze at the other and admire their so different cocks and balls. Tony's ball sack was loose and swayed beneath my stroking palm, his two marbles bouncing in tandem. Jimmy's pouch was very large, full and round as if it held a single tennis ball inside.

Both guys made me work for my rewards. Tony had recently cum so I understood his endurance. Jimmy was an unknown and his delay was a gift for me.

I enjoyed his cockette swimming in my mouth. When he did finally cum he didn't spurt, but rather his sweet nectar (sweeter than Tony's) trickled across my tongue like a low pressure garden hose. The volume wasn't great but it was enough to swirl and suds around. He let me savor him to my heart's content.

Tony didn't appreciate my drawn-out attention with Jimmy so I had to swallow Jimmy's gift and return to Tony's selfish throbbing sausage. Jimmy jumped down off the crate and wedged himself between Tony and me. He palmed each of my titties and fondled them like an appreciative admirer as he looked up with an obvious acute interest in what my lips and tongue was doing to Tony.

I looked past Jimmy's devouring eyes and saw his still firm scorecard pencil dancing in wait for me.

As expected Tony began thrusting his pelvis rapidly as he neared his eruption. This time I let him plunge into my throat just to get his blow over with, so I could get back to Jimmy's perfect pecker. I pulled away from Tony and gave his worn out penis a good-bye kiss, wiped his copious scum off my cheeks and chin with the back of my hand.

Jimmy slurped up the wayward drippings off my chest as his fingers dropped down, search for, found and spread my vulva. In a flash his stubby fingers were twisting their way inside me. He wasn't making much depth, but his tapping fingers were right where they needed to be to pleasure my inner ring. I could have let him do that to me forever.

Jimmy seemed to be ready for me. "Sit on the crate, Jimmy."

As soon as he was in place I dropped down on my hands and knees which was much more comfortable than on my knees alone. Jimmy pulled his mini pot gut up and out of the way which gave me fuller access to his most appealing appendage.

I teased him with my tongue washing his balls and stubby at length as a sign of appreciation. I really did like his mini manhood. I could imagine just to two of us alone spending the entire day together.

Tony had replaced his shorts and sprawled out on his side with his head held up by one hand facing Jimmy and me.

"I promised Jimmy's mom that I would make sure to bring him home with me so I gotta stay until you finish him off."

I didn't mind Tony watching us. In fact, I imagined a stranger standing on the other side of us waiting for his turn to give me his juices. I focused on the envisioned stranger rather than Tony. 

Actually I concentrated on Jimmy and his firm ball sack. I couldn't suck it into my mouth as I had Tony's yesterday; it was just too big so I licked and nipped at it which made Jimmy giggle and squirm.

When I took Jimmy's pride and joy into my mouth Jimmy softly patted my hair and told me I was a pretty girl. I flushed at his compliment. He repeated my name over and over as I swished my own saliva around his undemanding maleness.

Tony had to ruin a perfectly lovely moment. 

"Hey Andi, put some effort into it, don't just play around. I know he doesn't have much to work with but you need to bob up and down or we'll be here all afternoon. Pretend he's got a big one, like me. Get with it, girl."

I ignored Tony's comments and demands. I was furious that he talked about Jimmy as if his companion couldn't hear the put-downs. I felt responsible to sooth Jimmy's feelings.

I rose up on my knees and leaned against Jimmy, "Suck on my titties, Lover." As Jimmy quickly glommed onto first one and then the other of my breasts I hid my face from Tony on the outside of Jimmy's head and confessed.

"I love your penis and your big ball. Your penis is just perfect for me. I hope someday we can do this without your stupid friend around. Keep this our little secret OK?"

Jimmy nodded his head in agreement. He head continued to rock up and down. Since he had started to nurse each of my nipples as a baby or experienced lover would I decided to let him feed as long as he wanted and reached down and began to flick my forefinger against his throbbing mini-rod.

"Hey Andi, you'll have to do that for me tomorrow; it looks like fun."

I couldn't let it pass. "Tomorrow, if there is a tomorrow; you are going to have to do what Jimmy is doing for me for a full ten minutes before I even think about sucking you."

"Fuck! Why the complications?" My glare didn't faze him. "OK, but you have to be tap my big cock like you're doing to Jimmy."

He had a valid point. I imagined Jimmy on one breast and Tony on the other as I lay on my back and jerked both of them off together. I knew Jimmy's breast would be pleasured properly; I had no idea if Tony could stimulate me that way.

Jimmy began rocking back and forth signaling that he was going to cum. He didn't give me any advance warning so as his faucet opened I had to quickly cup my hand and let his watery gift pool in my palm before I was able to bend down and capture the rest of it. 

I had a dilemma; I could swish or I could lick my palm. I chose to savor Jimmy inside my mouth while trying to hold my hand level until I could get to Jimmy's first flow.

When I rose from Jimmy's groin I toasted Jimmy in gratitude and then Tony in spite with my makeshift goblet, then dramatically licked Jimmy's nectar from my palm. Jimmy surprised me when he pulled my hand up to his mouth and took one big scoop onto his own tongue.

Jimmy chortled, "Yum-yum!"

Tony flipped over to face away from us, "That's disgusting!"

I was sorry he didn't see me bend forward and kiss Jimmy on his cum-covered lips.

Jimmy was a man of few words. "Tomorrow! Tomorrow?"

The three of us were dripping in sweat, Jimmy and I more so than Tony. As I dressed I ask if we could meet early in the day when it was cooler. We settled on 10 a.m.




Andi's Summer - Day 03



As I slipped through the bushes leaving the boys to their own devices Tony yelled out, "Hey, Andi, wear your school uniform tomorrow for Jimmy; I told him how cute you looked in it."

Dressing up for Tony had been a total waste of time. I couldn't imagine how my uniform could make Jimmy, my new dwarf friend, any more twitterpated than he had been seeing me naked today.

Could it be that men found provocatively dressed women sexier than one completely nude? Could I test out that theory tomorrow?

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Andi's Summer - Day 04 Pt. 01



On Wednesday, I was early, wearing my refashioned school uniform that Tony had requested enhancing it with my white platform sandals that gave me an added two inches in height. I intentionally used just one twist to pull my blouse together; if I knotted it completely I couldn't have the accidental exposure I was planning for Jimmy.

I was so anxious to enjoy Jimmy's hungry eyes and sticky clumsy, yet stimulating hands and fingers today. 

Tony had tried to finger my slit on Monday. Since Jimmy had done so briefly yesterday I intended to demand that Tony did it to me today. Hopefully giving him new privileges would give me more time to suckle Jimmy. I imagined him finger-fucking me as I munched on Jimmy's mini-manhood. Maybe I could entice one or both of them to lick my kitty. That would be special!

Removing Daddy's tee I sat on the fifth tier of the bleachers to give Jimmy the same show I had given Tony on Monday. Anxious for the boys to show up, I rocked my knees in and out letting the breeze flow up my short skirt and cool my hot spot. I was so ready to practice on my two so different studs.

A light-brown haired gentleman came into the park from the same direction I had. He was barefoot and wearing jeans. His arms and chest looked sculptured. My eyes honed in on his groin, yet I couldn't make out any noticeable vision of his manhood. He seemed to be approaching me. I thought I recognized him as the owner of the house overlooking the park, but I wasn't sure. I averted my eyes when he stopped at the bottom of the bleachers just below me.

"Hi! You're waiting for Tony and Jimmy aren't you, Andi?"

"Yes." How did he know my name? I consciously closed my legs and tugged at my skirt as he sat down on the lower bench right where Tony had sat that first day and looked up at me with a confident smile. Had he seen Tony sitting there talking to me? Had he seen us behind the bushes?

He definitely fit the tall and handsome category. It was too late to snug-up the tails of my blouse together. The attention of his eyes flitted from my eyes, my breasts and locked together knees.

There would be hell to pay if this neighbor complained to my parents that I was naked under my blouse and skirt in the park.

I put my elbows on my bare knees and rested my chin on my slightly clenched fists allowing my forearms to block his view of my almost fully exposed breasts. Did he just lean to the side to look up under my skirt to get a long look at the bottom of my naked thighs? Could he see more than that? I felt that familiar heat and a tiny throb between my legs.

"They asked me to tell you that I sent them to the lumber yard for me. They will be gone for at least two or three hours. I'm Brad, by the way. Maybe you should have brought your book along to read."

A warning alarm bell went off in my mind. If he knew I had read in the park, he may have seen me doing other things.

He stood up, climbed the three risers between us and held out his hand. I had to be polite and shake his hand which exposed my loosely tied wide-open blouse. He didn't release my hand and sat down facing me on the riser in front of me which put him eye-level with my nearly naked torso.

He kissed my hand and closed his other hand over it, trapping my hand between both of his pulling me forward and slightly off-balance. I had to drop my other arm down to steady myself and as pre-planned for the boys my breasts sprang out and wobbled right in front of his face. I turned ten shades of red.

He ignored my embarrassment and humiliation. "Very, very nice, Andi."

He released my hand, I sat up straight and struggled to pull the ties back together and unconsciously let my knees unlock. He took a quick look around the park. We were still alone. He took advantage of the situation and pushed both of my knees further apart which made my modified skirt slither up my thighs and expose my thickly hair-covered mound and slit.

"What a beautiful pussy you have, Andi. I could just eat you up!"

He was leering and practically drooling. An image of the Big Bad Wolf flashed in my mind and I unintentionally giggled out loud as the heat and throbbing between my legs intensified.

Misunderstanding my apparent joy; Brad winked at me. I rushed to correct the impression my mirth had given this stranger.

"Please mister, I shouldn't... you shouldn't... I... I... I'm a good girl."

"I know that Andi. I've seen you in action. I know you are very, very good."

My worst fear was confirmed. This man had seen my indiscretions. His meaning of 'good' was much different than mine. This man was giving me goose bumps. His confident yet subtle aggressiveness awakened conflicting emotions I couldn't control.

I felt embarrassed and ashamed yet aroused at the same time. This man was surely dangerous. My nipples longed for his attention. My pussy was gushing.

The sound of pre-school kids rang out as they poured out of a bus that had pulled up along the curb across the courts. They ran toward the playground further down the parkway anxious to enjoy the day. I stood up and stepped away from Brad not knowing if I was relieved or frustrated by the interruption. I sensed our little adventure was over.

"I really need to go; I'm supposed to be looking for a job."

"Ah yes, Tony mentioned that. I happen to be looking for a housekeeper. I was expecting to pay $1.50 an hour for six or seven hours every other day."

I did some quick thinking. A dollar fifty was more than the minimum wage. Still, every other day was cutting the weekly wage by some. How much?

"I don't know; I need a full paycheck to help pay for college."

"Maybe we can work out some sort of bonuses, maybe an extra $5 a pop."

He found that humorous.

"Let's walk over to my house and you can take a look at what the job entails? I've got some sweet iced tea in the fridge and it's getting hot out here."

He was right about the temperature, but the moisture between my legs wasn't sweat. My lips were puffy and pulsating and my nipples were screaming. He was still seated below me looking up under my skirt which in reality was like an open umbrella right above his head.

"Is your wife at home?"

"I'm not married." I wondered what kind of man had a big house for just himself.

I had to know.

"How much did you see the last couple of days?"

"Pretty much everything; I videotaped some of it." 

He palmed the back of my calf pulling me closer to him. He had a video of me and the boys? I didn't have to imagine what was on it -- I knew.

"A smart girl like you could earn a lot of bonus money.

"And just how would I earn 'bonus' money?"

"It's simple, doing what you did to the boys, and nothing more to me. We can call it a 'boner bonus'. It appeared that you enjoyed doing both of them at once and they punked out before you were finished with them. If I'm not enough for you and you're as good as it appears in the video, maybe some of my friends would let you have your way with them; for a bonus, of course."

I knew I must be dreaming. Here was a grown man offering to let me practice on him and pay me for doing what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. He even offered to get his adult friends to pay me too! Men! Real men; not some stupid boys.

I accepted that he would be grooming me to be the perfect plaything for him and his friends. Having an untold number of cocks to suck provided without my having to beg or solicit strangers for the rest of the summer didn't turn me off; instead it sounded like I had hit the jackpot.

It was obviously to my benefit if I pleased Mr. Jacoby in any way he wanted so he would keep his promise.

"If you are not interested or uncomfortable with what I am suggesting I could just deliver the tape to your parents so they could see how their daughter is spending her summer. I was pleasantly surprised that you lived only two streets over. That makes our arrangement so convenient, doesn't it?"

My excitement vanished. I wilted. He intended to blackmail me if I didn't agree. He knew where I lived; he must have followed me home one of the days. How could I explain that I was willing, even anxious to blow him as often as he wanted?

What would Roxanne do? I needed to be like her to get out of this.

"I won't do anything I don't want to do. I'm a virgin and I intend to stay that way." That proclamation in the book had saved Roxy time after time, had worked on Tony and Jimmy, although I wasn't that adamant about the future big event, especially with a mature masculine man like Mr. Jacoby.

"Understood." He ran his warm hand up my leg, under my skirt and patted the backside of my thigh.

"Do you really have a job for me?"

"Yes, of course. I'll even provide a uniform for you." His smile was warm and sincere. At least he didn't expect me to run around naked for him, although that might be fun if he went jaybird too.

Roxanne had always gotten something from her dates before she pleasured them; a dinner, a movie, a gift, money -- something of value.

"I'll need a week's pay in advance." I fidgeted. "I mean, just so I know you are being honest." I felt my demand was pretty bold but I needed some assurance that Brad wouldn't take advantage of me.

"No problem; my wallet is over at the house." He stood up letting his palm slide around up and over my thigh pressing the back of his hand against my mound. Withdrawing his hand from under my skirt he licked the moisture from it and winked. He took my hand and led me down the bleachers and toward his home.

On the way I was thinking about what I was getting myself into. A week's pay in advance was a good thing; my parents would be pleased. Every other day would give me a lot of free time. The bonuses would be for blowjobs. I wondered what his cock would look like, feel like and taste like. How many times a week would he let me blow him? How soon would he let me entertain his friends?

I knew I was playing with fire if I didn't want to learn more about sex and that Brad and his friends would want to fuck me sooner or later.

That possibility didn't hamper my enthusiasm; after all with real men available here in town I didn't have to wait until I got to college. Why should I put it off? Would they pay more to fuck me? Could I really become a call girl or escort like the women I had read about?

I took the opportunity to study Brad. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He was fit -- overly so. Did he lift weights? He could probably teach me a lot about sex. I would be crazy to not take the job, even if he wasn't holding the videotape over my head. Maybe if I really pleased him I could talk him into destroying it.

To break the uncomfortable silence I asked him what kind of work he did.

"I'm a fireman, I work 24 on and 24 off. I took a week off to finish the playroom." He didn't elaborate, but that explained all his muscles and why he only needed a housekeeper every other day.

"Here we are."

Brad led me around the side of the house and through a gate leading to a beautifully landscaped backyard with a kidney shaped pool beyond the edge of a large covered patio.

"You can use the pool anytime you want, Andi."

He ushered me through the glass sliding door and I was impressed with the modern furniture and fixtures. Everything was black, white, gray and chrome. The furniture was upholstered in leather or masculine tweed.

There were large colorful abstract paintings on every wall and mirrors across from them creating enormous swatches of color in the room. The place appeared spotless; I wondered why he needed a housekeeper.

"Let's have a drink or two."

After lifting me up onto one of four stools at the mirrored built-in bar that divided the living area and the kitchen. Brad walked around it and poured two tall glasses of tea he took from the fridge. He stayed behind the bar and raised his glass and made a toast.

"Here's to a fun and exciting relationship, Andi."

I raised my glass and smiled. What else could I do?

"Tell me a little about yourself, Andi."

"What... what do you want to know?"

"Tell me what you do alone in your room besides pull on your tits and finger-fuck yourself?"

I thought his question was far too personal, rude and uncalled for.

"I don't see what..."

"Don't be shy, Andi. We're going to be good friends and good friends tell each everything, don't they? I saw what you did to yourself and the boys in the park. You are a free-spirit and very sexy. I am very interested in you and just curious about what you find fun and exciting so we can do those things together. You know you can trust me, don't you?"

I for sure did not know I could trust him, but I had my own curiosity about him. Here was a real adult male that had said he wanted me to suck him like I had the boys. I could learn a lot by being candid with him. He had just said he was interested in me and he thought I was sexy. I decided to try and stimulate his imagination; get him horny so he would let me suck him.

"Well... I do like to play with myself. I dance and exercise nude in front of my mirror almost every day. Afterwards -- sometimes when I'm reading a sexy story I need more than just my fingers so I use... I use..."

"What do you use?"

"This is so embarrassing; I use a... a... big cucumber inside myself." I knew I was blushing and his penetrating eyes saw that.

"Do you suck on the cucumber? I would enjoy having my 'cucumber' sucked all day long."

I giggled because calling his thingy a cucumber was funny. Would he really let me suck on his cock all day long?

"I use a smaller one for that. One about the size of a banana; only longer." Was that too much to share? 

Evidently not, because he immediately put me at ease by understanding how I used it.

"Longer? So you can push it down your throat."

"Yes, Roxi does it; I mean she takes a real penis down her throat because she says all the boys love it, so I wanted to learn how to do that."

"Roxi sounds like a smart girl."

"She truly is. Tony wasn't long enough for anything but the head entering my throat which was kind of awkward because he wasn't long enough to stay in my throat. His penis kept getting in but sliding back out."

"And who is Roxi?"

"Roxi is a girl that wrote a book; kind of a diary about her exciting sexual experiences in college. I've learned a lot about sex from her."

"Good to know. Maybe I can show you some fun things too! What are your measurements?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"To purchase a proper uniform for you."

"Oh. Gee, I don't know for sure. The last time I bought a bra I needed a 34B, but that is pretty full and tight; I might need a C cup now. My waist has stayed around 20 inches and my hips were 36 inches last time I checked but my bubble butt is still growing. It is way too big; and being swaybacked makes it look all the bigger."

"I think you have the perfect figure. What size dress and what is your shoe size?"

"Petite or one-size and six, I think. I have small hands and feet."

"Good. Well, let's get this party started." My mouth salivated. I was so thrilled and excited; expecting I was finally going to get to suck on him -- and maybe more.

"I would like to show you the tapes."

"I really don't want to see them." Actually I was curious, but thought it better to sound reluctant.

"He frowned and picked up his wallet from the end of the counter, pulled out some bills, counted them and held some bills out to me. I took the folded cash and without counting it stuffed it in my waistband as my school uniform skirt no longer had patch pockets.

"You can tell your parents that Mrs. Jacoby hired you as a housekeeper. Understood?"

"Yes sir." I was grateful that he had paid me and that he had thoughtfully suggested that I conceal our true arrangement with a make-believe Mrs. Jacoby.

"You are now my employee and I insist you watch the tape. I want you to see what you're missing if you'll indulge me."

I really didn't want to watch the tape with him. Maybe alone, but it would be so humiliating in front of him. I determined I didn't really have a choice. I decided I would pretend to watch it just to please him. I could just zone-out.

"OK - I guess, Brad."

Still frowning he laid down the law -- at least the first of many rules I would soon follow.

"I am now your employer and you will address me as Mr. Jacoby, understood?"

I was taken aback by the required formality but he had a point, I was his employee.

"Yes Mr. Jacoby."

"Good. Now take off your blouse, skirt and sandals."

"But you said I could wear a uniform."

He repeated my concern. "But you said I could wear a uniform, MR. JACOBY."

He waved his arm as if he were going to slap my face.

"I'm sorry. You said I could wear a uniform, Mr. Jacoby."

He gently slapped me for real. "Never, never say you are sorry, Andi."

"I -- I -- ... FUCK!"

"Fucking is not part of the arrangement we have, is it? Not yet, at least. You need to understand that your tits, cunt and ass belong to me now. I'll have your uniform on Friday."

"No sir, I mean yes Mr. Jacoby. Thank you, Mr. Jacoby."

I was totally flustered. At least he was thinking about fucking me in the future. That was a good thing. Was I mentally committed to let him?

"Sir is polite, but I prefer you address me as Mr. JACOBY. Now please strip, CUNT!"

I cringed at his calling me "Cunt" but was gratified he had said "please".

Stalling, I took a long drink of my tea; it tasted sweet yet it burned my throat as I swallowed. I stood and removed my skirt first after wadding the bills in my fist.

The countertop hid most of my lower half from Mr. Jacoby's view; at least I hoped it did. My blouse came free easily as I shrugged it off. I bent to remove my platform sandals.

"Wait! Leave those. Please walk across the room and back for me first. Let me get a good look at you."

Again, he included "please". Maybe he was a nice man, although I sensed I wasn't going to get away with hiding anything from him.

I plucked up my courage and walked away from the bar fully aware that he could see my big butt rolling, then across the room so he got a good profile of me and then facing him took a big breath and slowly returned to stand behind my stool with my breasts and muff on full display.

"Interlock your fingers behind your head. I want to see you sashay and shake your ass walking away from me and bounce your tits as you return, Andi. High step and put one foot right in front of the other."

I turned and began walking away from Mr. Jacoby doing the runway walk I had often practiced at home to perfection, although in front of my mirror at home my hands had swung freely at my sides, were planted on my hips or cupped my breasts. I recognized that this new posturing was sure to exaggerate the bounce and jiggle of my (his) tits and ass. 

I stomped my feet on the tile each time I took a step. My gait couldn't pretend to be a natural mode of movement. There was little doubt that the position of my arms with elbows pulled back was begging for attention to be drawn to my very deliberate showgirl-like performance.

I realized that I didn't have to pretend that a man or men were fascinated watching me deliberately strut; Mr. Jacoby was my first live audience.

I noticed my physical reaction as preconceived in my room at home was that my nips were hard and pointy and a warm glow and moisture formed between my legs. I was enjoying my demanded circumstance as much or more than my spectator.

I made three tours of the room without further instruction to give him a good long, hopefully stimulating view from every possible angle.

I returned and stood behind the stool that had mysteriously been moved out away from the counter which gave Mr. Jacoby a full view of my frontal everything. His warm smile delighted me and I felt so alive.




Andi's Summer - Day 04 Pt. 01



His jeans were draped over my clothing. Was he naked behind the counter? Did he have a hard-on?

"Please sit down."

He refilled my glass and we clinked our glasses together. "Turn around and watch the screen."

I thought having my back to him would afford me some sense of modesty until I saw my reflection in the large wall mirror across the room. I was centered in it with Mr. Jacoby right over my shoulder. I arched my back so my breasts stood out in the reflection.

I reached back around and put my wages on the counter next to his jeans so the bills would remain in sight. I tried to get a peek at Mr. Jacoby's privates to no avail because he was leaning up against the dividing counter between us, and saw a smirk on his face. He was teasing me. He knew I was curious and he wasn't going to let me see his manhood just yet.

I felt strangely at ease with Mr. Jacoby. I wanted to believe that his threat to expose my sinful dalliances to my parents was only a ploy to get me to into his house and play games with him.

The screen came alive and I saw a wide panorama of the park. The picture was foggy as the tape had been shot through transparent curtains. The picture zoomed in and I saw myself sitting on the top tier of the bleachers in profile.

The tape was shot from the one upper window I had noticed and considered dangerous that first time behind the bushes. The sound of a basketball dribbling and the thump of the ball hitting the backboard or clang on the rim were distinct in the background.

The picture zoomed in again I watched with amazement as I fondled a single breast inside my blouse as I read my book. There was no doubt about what I was doing to myself. The picture flickered and the same moving image was repeated, again and again like I had squeezed and caressed my breast a dozen times. Then I was doing the same to my far breast. Again that scene was repeated over and over. Pinching my nipples got the same treatment.

Already flush I was so grateful I had my back to my employer when I saw me doing something I didn't remember doing. Mr. Jacoby (I already stopped thinking of him as Brad) duplicated my diddling and finger-fucking myself with my hand under my skirt dozens and dozens of times before the progress of the tape showed Tony approaching and sitting down below me. Our conversation wasn't overheard.

The camera followed us through the bushes, zoomed in and captured everything that I had let Tony do to me. My struggling didn't seem as determined as I remembered it. Of course my pleading wasn't heard either, nor was my passionate pleas for Tony to continue.

I found myself looking forward to seeing myself sucking Tony's nice cock. Had Mr. Jacoby captured all my experimentation? Unfortunately, when I dropped to my knees my hair and my hands hid most of details of my explorations of only the third cock I had ever held in my hand.

A classmate had forced my hand down his school uniform pants during a movie on a field trip. On the bus on the way back he sat next to me and hiding his lap with his jacket he forced me to fondle his naked cock for the entire hour-long trip. My hand and his underwear were sticky gooey messes by the time we returned to school. Just briefly touching Mr. Cooper's love muscle had been my second real cock.

It did look like I was enthusiastic in my efforts. My head was bobbing at a steady pace. My remembrance was I had moved much slower and passionately. After the point where Tony had cum in my mouth and I clung to his shrinking staff the screen seemed to freeze with my face up against Tony's groin.

Had I really stayed there that long? Tony's reluctance to my second servicing that looked like an all-out hungry attack by me was humiliatingly apparent. Too soon it showed the two of us cuddling at the end. The fact that Tony wouldn't let me kiss him with my cum-flavored lips was perceptible.

"Do you see what is wrong with what is happening, Andi?"

I didn't understand. The tape was showing everything I had done with, for and to Tony.

"No Sir, I don't."

"Very well then, let's go on."

There was the same panorama to introduce the second day only this time the view was much clearer as the curtain wasn't in the way. The action was seldom duplicated but the zoom got right down to many close-up action sequences.

The headband kept my hair from blocking the camera's view. The camera could have been not two feet away profiling my obvious hunger for the penises available.

With the two boys against the wall and me sitting on the milk crate there was more space between the three of us and the camera got more detail showing me fisting one while sucking the other.

Jimmy shooting off so fast in the first round and splashing my face was captured in slow motion.

I didn't remember looking up at the window but there it was, my face coated with white goo staring right at the camera lens. My gloating smile was undeniable. It was like I was showing off to the voyeur I suspected was watching me. Were my eyes seeing anything at all? How did I not notice the curtains ajar in the middle of the window? That view of my face seemed frozen in time.

I was mortified. My parents could never see me like that. I accepted that I had to do anything Mr. Jacoby wanted to keep the tape from being viewed by my parents.

to be continued...

**



Andi's Summer - Day 04 Pt. 02



The tape didn't end when I left the boys, instead it continued filming. Tony and Jimmy looked really happy. They high-fived each other and Jimmy made a gesture that I had seen around school all too frequently in reference to the more popular girls.

Jimmy pointed his fuck finger and jabbed at his other hand. Those fingers formed a circle; which was the universal sign for fucking. Both boys found that hilarious and high-fived each other again as they stood up. They had planned on fucking me today. The film stopped.

"Notice anything this time, Andi?"

Livid, I spun around and faced Mr. Jacoby. "They were planning on fucking me today!"

"It appears so."

"That is NOT going to happen!"

"Did you notice anything else?"

"No Mr. Jacoby, I didn't."

Mr. Jacoby seemed frustrated with my lack of perception.

"What did they do for you?"

I had to think. "They fondled my boobs and played with my nipples, sir."

"It looked more like Jimmy mauled your breasts to me."

"Oh that. I like my boobs pulled and tugged on."

"Good to know Andi, but what was missing?"

"Besides fucking?"

"Besides fucking."

I tried to think what he hadn't seen. I had cum myself while sucking on Tony both times that first day. I had cum countless times with both boys the next day. 

"I give up Mr. Jacoby, what was missing?"

"Neither of the boys returned the favor for you, Andi." 

Mr. Jacoby seemed genuinely concerned that I had been slighted.

"Oh that! I didn't expect them to do any cunninglingus; all the popular girls at school said most boys hate muff-diving. In fact, asking a boyfriend that has become boring to go down on you is the easiest excuse to break-up with him."

"Haven't any boys or girls done that for you?" He refilled our drinks.

"No sir, never. But it is okay because I can get myself off real easy." I ignored the part about girls; that was just too weird. I was convinced that men had all the good parts that a real woman could enjoy.

"A good man will always pleasure you before you pleasure him."

"Really?"

"Really. Let me show you. Bring your drink."

He walked around the counter and motioned me to follow him. He was too quick for me to get a full frontal look at him; however, I did get to see his balls, the back of his cock hanging down between his legs, and the peach fuzz all over his butt as he sprinted up the stairs and into a room at the top.

When I reached the doorway I saw a very masculine master bedroom with a bath off to the side. I also saw Mr. Jacoby's manhood. It was larger than Tony's, thicker and longer, even though it was not hard or standing out. What would it look like hard? What would it feel like? What would it taste like?

My mouth was watering, I had to have him -- NOW!

Mr. Jacoby ignored my visual concentration on the appendage hanging from his pelvis. He made it seem like it was perfectly normal for him to be standing there completely nude. I sensed he was posing for me. He told me to sit on the side of the bed facing his leather chair and spread my legs open. He told me to entertain myself for a few moments.

He left the room and soon returned with a video camera on a high tripod and placed it inches above my knees, just off to the side and turned it on. Even though I was super wet from strutting my stuff downstairs and watching the extortion videos my fingers weren't doing much for me before he returned.

I had mixed emotions, I didn't want more tapes of me, but I was curious as to what my cunny looked like up close. I now thought of my kitty as my cunny; I wasn't quite ready to call it a cunt.

Seeing Mr. Jacoby kissing and licking me would be so cool! Sure I had used a hand mirror to study myself, yet I had never seen myself like I would be able to on a tape, if Mr. Jacoby let me see it. I had to ask.

"Will you let me see this tape?"

"Of course -- this is all part of your training."

Training? What all would that entail? If training meant he was going to teach me more about sex I was all for it. That he wanted to pleasure me was an extra unexpected reward.

"Stay right there on the side of the bed, Andi. Prop yourself up on your hands so you can watch what I do for you."

I was surprised I heard his direction as I was once more staring at his wondrous endowment before me.

He pulled my butt forward to the edge of the mattress as he fell to his knees between my legs making me snap back to reality. I had expected that he would want me to suck him first; instead he was preparing to kiss, lick and suckle me down there. Was he really going to do it?

As if he had read my thoughts, he started licking my puffy lips. His tongue parted my pubic hair like an expert. He gave my cunny an attention it had never received before. It felt so strange. I had never ever even considered having someone pleasure me in this manner. Had I read about it?

I tried to remember and was sure I had, at least girls doing it to girls, but my own interest in sucking penises must have overshadowed my taking this wonderful act seriously.

His lips were soft, his tongue insistent and the stubs on his freshly shaven cheeks tickle my thighs as he rolled his face around. His warm wet saliva coated my lips as they expanded and opened to encourage his mouth to do its magic on my inner self.

I could feel my clitoris reaching out to him. He planted his thumbs on each side of my tender pink inside flesh and spread the threshold of my vagina fully open. His tongue traced the stretched rim of my womanhood and I gasp at the unanticipated pleasure he was giving me.

Mr. Jacoby was a master craftsman; he seemed in no hurry at all as his tongue, lips and teeth explored every exposed part of my responsive flesh. I was giddy with electric sparks shooting all over my body. I was simply delirious with all the new erotic sensations.

He began to concentrate on one part of me at a time. His tongue flitted over my nub and just as that service started me on the way to an explosive orgasm he would move to another part of me. He was deliberately delaying my reaching a peak of satisfaction.

He was teasing me; making me wiggle and squirm and be so conflicted because I wanted to cum, yet I didn't want his marvelous service to end. When he stabbed his tongue into my sacred channel the sensations were less exciting, but the very thought that he was tongue-fucking me blew my mind.

When he got me so close to exploding, he purposely lifted his face, smiled at me and then lingered away from me as he kissed and licked each of my thighs in turn. He would trail his tongue right up to the edge of my swollen lips and then return to my thighs.

I was shocked when he deliberately chomped down on my left thigh with his teeth. That assault brought my emotional and physical high to skidding halt. I knew I would have a bruise and a teeth tattoo tomorrow.

Shaken by the pain to the awareness of my surrounds and what I was submitting to, Mr. Jacoby returned to being a passionate oral lover. He played me like an instrument; up, up, higher and higher. When he settled his lips on my right thigh I knew a second sharp bite was coming and I welcomed it. Was I some kind of pain freak?

Back to reality I heard a loud muffler backfire just outside the window. Mr. Jacoby heard it too.

"FUCK!" my lover groaned as he jumped to his feet and rushed into his bath. I watched as he washed away our combined juices off his face while muttering to himself.

"Stay here and keep the door closed. Take a nap or something. Don't make yourself cum!"

Mr. Jacoby slipped on a pair of shorts and left the room as the buzzer from the front door rang.

I was so frustrated! My skin was coated with perspiration, my swollen nether lips were soaked, and I felt a chill and crawled up to the pillows, choosing to lay on the one still indented from Mr. Jacoby's head this morning. I could smell his masculine scent on the linen. I kissed the pillow.

Rolling over onto my back I pulled the sheet up over me and looked up at the ceiling. There were tiny silver flecks in the stucco sparkling from the sun shining through the swaying curtains. The sparkles danced all over the ceiling.

I could hear the voices of Mr. Jacoby, Tony and Jimmy outside. I could have gone to the window to see what they were up to, but I was too comfortable just daydreaming in Mr. Jacoby's bed. I didn't want to replay the day so far as I just wanted it to continue.

Voices came from the foot of the stairs and I heard complaints and directions exchanged between Tony and Mr. Jacoby. Heavy footsteps coming up the stairs made me think that perhaps Mr. Jacoby was bringing the boys up to join us. He wouldn't do that would he? I didn't want to see either of the boys again. I was relieved when I heard the labored footsteps pass the door of my sanctuary traveling further down the hall.

Minutes later I heard Tony mumbling just outside the door that the drywall sheets were heavy as they raced back down the stairs. After Mr. Jacoby yelled out for the boys to walk -- not run in the house, he startled me when he peeked through the door and told me that he would be tied up with the "little shitheads" for at least another twenty minutes before he followed the boys back outside. I thought "shitheads" was an apt description of the boys that had planned on raping me today.

A whole twenty minutes? I groaned in frustration and drew the sheet up over my head. A wave of embarrassment came over me as I stared down at my womanly tits. Tits? Mr. Jacoby called them tits; his tits, so I guessed they were tits not titties from now on. I knew what I was doing would be considered wrong by my parents and everyone in the entire world.

I shouldn't be in Mr. Jacoby's bed and I wouldn't have been here if I hadn't let Tony have his way with me in a place where prying eyes could observe us. I had felt that we were being watched on that very first day, but I chose to return on the second day -- and the third.

Revisiting today could be considered a disaster, but somehow I felt like celebrating. Mr. Jacoby held the threat of further exposure over me and he was very demanding but all that had to be weighed against the fact that my sex education was accelerating at high speed.

After many, many trips of the boys plodding past the door I finally heard an engine roar and the muffler complain as it was back in service.

When Mr. Jacoby entered the room and left the door open I was thrilled to see my captor and savior once again.

"Where were we? I need a shower. Care to join me?"

I knew he didn't expect me to decline; I wouldn't have in a million years. I decided to be on my best behavior.

"Yes, Mr. Jacoby. If you'll scrub my back I'll scrub yours." I felt giddy taking the initiative.

Once under the spray in the spacious stall, Mr. Jacoby insisted on soaping my front. I didn't mind at all. His hands felt wonderful as they trailed over my flesh. He didn't dawdle at my tits, my cunt or my ass. He treated my entire body with tender, efficient caresses.

When it was my turn I took as much time as I could to survey his muscular body, saving the best for last. He flinched when I reached around his body allowing my tits to dangle above and against his manhood as I ran my soapy fingers up and down the crease of his ass.

I dropped to my knees and gave his cock a good soapy stroking. Finally, it was in my possession. It was hefty but not cumbersome. My fist didn't quite close around him. It was longer than Tony's boy cock and it wasn't fully ridged yet.

I made a confident guess that I would be able to swallow the whole of him. With my right hand gliding back and forth with ease due to the sudsy lubrication I cupped his testicles with my left. I spread my fingers forming a claw that opened and closed on the jewels within.

He began firming up and his staff stretched out to reach my lips, enter my mouth and fill my throat. If my tits, ass, and cunt belong to him, his cock was my sole property. Once I rinsed it off I fully intended to suck every last drop of his nectar out of him.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet, "Not yet, Princess."

He called me Princess!

He pushed me (gently) out of the stall and stepping out tossed a towel at me and proceeded to dry himself off with another. Drying each other would have been more romantic.

I considered begging him to let me suck him, but something in his manner told me that wasn't going to happen on my schedule; he would choose the time and place.

He returned to the bedroom and glared at me with impatience as I was wringing the last vestiges of water from my hair. When I joined him he just pointed at my discarded sandals and then to the center of the side of the bed. I stepped into my elevated sandals and I took my position, spread my legs and sat up as I had before.

"Lay back, close your eyes and lock your fingers behind your neck."

His tone left no room for comment or negotiation. I heaved a sigh of frustration just so he'd known I was perturbed.

He drew my knees together, straightened my legs and lifted them up until they were pointed at the ceiling. I arched my feet so he would see my willful compliance.

His hands stayed on the back of my calves. Was he going to break my rules? Was he going to take me; fuck me right then and there? I wasn't afraid. I wanted him to make me a full woman. I wiggled my butt to encourage him. Would he be gentle or just thrust himself into me?

I felt his weight shift and he dropped down. I felt his warm breath on his target just a moment before his stiff tongue stabbed at my butthole.

I was startled; I lurched away from the intruder but it followed me no matter if I wiggled to the right or left. The sensation was pleasant enough; in fact it was marvelous, but I couldn't remember reading about anyone licking and tongue-fucking anuses. Surely, I would have taken note of such a ... a... a dirty -- but wonderful lover's ritual.

Just when I was getting comfort, even thrilled with Mr. Jacoby's pursuit, he stopped, planted a wet kiss on my pulsating ring, pulled my legs down and spread them.

I was tempted to raise my head and see him standing between my legs with the dagger of my undoing thrust out straight at me. I was ready; hopeful that he would just take me.

Instead I felt his teeth attack my swollen open lips; he wasn't just nibbling he was biting me. He shook his head which pulled and extended my tender flesh by the roots of my muff. He feasted on every inch of my safe haven's protective gateway. I felt tiny sharp agonizing rips when my pubic hair got caught in his teeth or between his pressed lips. He was being a savage!

I loved it! His soft gentle seductive efforts earlier had been teasing bliss, but this... this animalistic assault had only one purpose. He intended to make me lose my mind.

I was becoming frantic when he finally inserted two fingers inside me. Yes! I raised my hips off the bed to give him more room to really pound me, in fact, I screamed for him to slam his hand harder. He did, adding two more fingers. Did he have his whole coned palm inside me? His knuckles rippled the outer borders of my womanhood.

When I felt a finger enter my anus I was shocked; it hurt, but it stung in a not unpleasant way. His saliva had moistened the outer rim. I wiggled and squirmed. Was I trying to escape his dirty intrusion or was I begging for more abuse? A second finger entered my butt and I exhaled a screech.

I realized that he was using both hands to stimulate me. His hands were sawing in and out while his teeth were nipping at my clit. I was moaning and whimpering, tossing and turning, completely out of my mind with erotic sensations I never before knew existed.

The thought that if this was the way my housekeeping job was going to be then I had really hit the jackpot. I was one happy, happy, lucky, lucky girl!

I looked down at him and saw my legs now suspended on his broad shoulders, my sandals swinging precariously away from my feet. I squeezed my knees together on each side of his head and humped upward, once -- twice before I lurched away from the pleasure I couldn't take any longer. I heard my shoes crash to the floor before I lost consciousness.

When I awoke I was curled up in a fetal position in the center of the bed covered with a sheet. Mr. Jacoby was sitting in his chair again watching me with a wide grin. He was stroking that magnificent shaft of his.

"Welcome back."

"I... I...I don't know what to say -- WOW!"

"WOW? Is that a compliment?"

"Yes sir, emphatically. I can't believe what you did to me. I never dreamed... I am supposed to be pleasing you, not the other way around.

"OK, OK. A "thank you" Mr. JACOBY is enough."

I ignored his correction, "No it isn't." I crawled off the bed; wobbled, even bare-foot and dropped to my knees in front of him. Please let me suck you", I murmured.

"Please let me suck you, Mr. JACOBY." Fuck, I forget my place. It was somehow comforting to know he would not let me get away with the smallest infraction.

"Please let me suck your beautiful, wonderful, hard cock, Mr. Jacoby."

"You don't have time for that, Andi; your parents will be arriving home in thirty minutes." Did Mr. Jacoby know everything about me and my family?

My employer walked over to his closet and removed a blue striped linen button-down dress shirt.

"You can wear this home; return it on Friday. Surprise me with a nice summer dress then. No bra or panties will be necessary. Run along; leave your school uniform downstairs. Don't forget to take your money. Friday at eight o'clock sharp, then?"

After donning his shirt that fit me like a mini dress I returned to my squat in front of him; staring at his manhood just inches away. My mouth was watering; I needed his cock more than I had needed anything else in my entire life. I didn't want to leave without having him.

Mr. Jacoby gave me reprieve of sorts.

"Let's take a minute to recap the day, okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Jacoby." "I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to be entirely honest. Answer just "Yes or No". Are you comfortable doing that?"

I would do anything he wanted to stay just a few minutes longer with him.

"Yes, Mr. Jacoby." "Was today more interesting than you expected it to be this morning?"

That was a definite yes. "Yes, Mr. Jacoby."

"Did you learn anything new that you would like to do again?"

I didn't even take time to think that through. "Oh, yes Mr. Jacoby!"

"Did I hurt you or take advantage of you in any way?"

That would be debatable with so many things to consider, but I didn't want to seem to argue with him.

"No, Mr. Jacoby."

"Do you want to come back on Friday?"

"Yes I do!"

"Yes I do, MR. JACOBY."

"Yes, I do Mr. Jacoby." Damn! I fucked up again.

"Will you have time to do a little homework for me tomorrow?" I hadn't been out of school even a week and he wanted me to do homework.

"Yes, Mr. Jacoby."

"Good. It would help me if you would make a handwritten list of all the things you would like to learn about. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, of course, Mr. Jacoby."

"Are you a happy girl, Andi?"

"Yes, Mr. Jacoby. Very, very happy."

"Good, I too am pleased that we had such a good time today. Well, off with you. You don't want to worry your parents about where you are."

His cock had been twitching and taunting me the whole time. Would he be offended if I just gave his cock a quick kiss so I could taste it?

I didn't want to fuck up again today. I knew I was about to cry. I didn't want him to see me so pathetically desperate so I stood and backed away. I stopped at the door and whined, "Yes sir, Friday at eight."

Downstairs, I scooped up my wages and made my way out the sliding door. Mr. Jacoby was a very strange man; no hugs or good-byes. I floated home. __




Andi's Summer - Day 04 Pt. 02



In my room I counted the money and found that I had 3 twenties, a five and four ones. Was Mr. Jacoby being cute? I knew what the number 69 represented. Would Mr. Jacoby let me experience that salacious act on Friday?

I tried to review my experience was Mr. Jacoby honestly. I could pretend that I had stayed in his house with him because he was blackmailing me, but truth be told I would have remained there because he was charming and I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

I told my parents the good news at dinner; that I saw a help wanted notice posted in the park and went to the address right around the corner, was interviewed and that Mrs. Jacoby (as Mr. Jacoby suggested) had hired me on the spot.

Mom seemed surprised for the briefest moment, then acted thrilled and Daddy pointed out that it was convenient that the job was in the neighborhood. A fleeting look of concern was exchanged between them.

That evening in my room I inserted a thick cucumber in my vagina and a thinner one in my anus. I struggled into two pair of my tightest too small white cotton school panties to hold them in place all night long.

I scissored my clit and tug at my labial folds. Masturbating myself while both of my holes were filled with the solid green cylinders was an extra special treat. I imagined that my two invaders were Mr. Jacoby's cock which was physically impossible but mentally thrilling just the same.

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Andi's Summer - Day 05



Thursday morning after Mom and Daddy had left for work; I tidied up the kitchen, dusted and vacuumed the entire house while doing my own and my parents' laundry. I had energy like I had never experienced before. I had always helped out around the house but today I gave it more than just a once over. I was also trying to keep busy so I wouldn't start in on myself. I wanted to -- needed to -- pleasure myself but I knew I would be disappointed.

As I played homemaker I did my homework exercises and jotted down my sexual desires and fantasies. The list was quite long and specific. I considered paper clipping some of the explicit pictures from my magazines for Mr. Jacoby's consideration before realizing that doing so would make him aware that I was more versed in sexual perversities than I wanted him to comprehend. I had already spilled the beans about Roxi's influence and guidance.

On my pink stationary in my best handwriting I reduced my confessed list of desires to a simple statement that I would leave my sexual education up to Mr. Jacoby's judgment. Thinking I was being quite clever I didn't consider that his range of interests and experiences were far more extensive and darker than my own.

I had spent the entire evening on Wednesday reliving the wonderful orgasms Mr. Jacoby had given me. Not one -- not two -- not three -- but many, many marvelous, nearly continuous escalations dwindling to the most previously visited plateau before soaring again. My hands and fingers tried to duplicate the sensational feelings I had experienced but after Mr. Jacoby's mouth and fingers, they just weren't up to the task.

Finished with the housekeeping by lunch I didn't look forward to a long afternoon alone. Maybe I should go over to the park. HELL no! The boys were history; I had found a real man -- two - in fact.

Mr. Cooper's invitation was foremost in my mind. I was running out of time and opportunity to accept his invitation to visit this week to pick up my birthday present. I was sure his offered gift was made spontaneously as an excuse for us to meet again to resume our liaison. No doubt, showing up at his store would imply I was curious, willing and interested too.

I felt an intense sense of guilt even thinking about going to see him since I was now employed by Mr. Jacoby. Wouldn't I be cheating on Mr. Jacoby if I went to see Mr. Cooper on my first day off? But then, didn't I owe Mr. Cooper at least one completed blowjob in gratitude for what his magic fingers had done to me? Hadn't I wanted to suckle him -- and would have -- if we hadn't been rudely interrupted?

To clear my mind of its confused state I decided to separate my thoughts of the two men. Today I needed to concentrate on Mr. Cooper; who was after all a part of my known world. Tomorrow Mr. Jacoby would have my undivided attention and my continued immersion into the unknown.

My blackmailer was treating me like a woman; I was sure Mr. Cooper considered me a naïve little girl. I should play up my innocence. Mr. Cooper didn't know anything about Tony and Jimmy so he surely would consider himself to be one of my first lovers, if not the first.

For my own well-being I needed to establish some rules for my meeting with Mr. Cooper so I wouldn't fall prey to him as I had with Mr. Jacoby. I had let him fondle me and I had held his manhood in my hand. I couldn't imagine me walking into his store and the two of us starting up where we left off.

I would have to tease him, flirt and make it obvious that I was anxious to play. He needed to make the first move. Once he thought I was putty in his hands I would surrender to his needs -- and my desires. My reward would be his cum filling my mouth.

Rule number one: I wouldn't let him fuck me. That benchmark was to be navigated by the more 'Prince Charming' equivalent - Mr. Jacoby. 

Rule number two: I sure wasn't going to get naked for him like I had been required to do for Mr. Jacoby. Wouldn't Mr. Cooper expect me to be shy and unpretentious?

Feeling naughty, yet daring after last night's and this morning's mix of moral apprehension and erotic sensual buoyancy I decided to venture out in a pair of three-year old shrunken cotton short-shorts without panties that clung to me like a second skin and my tightest, shortest hacked-off shrunken tee-shirt that exposed the underside of my bra if I shrugged my shoulders.

Checking myself out in my mirror I saw my only strapless bra encased breasts stretching the material to its limit, the shape of my puffy muffin was clearly visible and majority of my butt cheeks were hanging free of shelter. I decided to lose my bra. Checking again I saw my squashed boobies spread from under my arms across my front revealing even more flesh and broad smiling creases below. Perfect for my mission!

I intended to tease the hell out of the first adult man that had shown enough interest in me to actively pursue his attraction.

To be inconspicuous on my saunter downtown I wore one of Daddy's old tee-shirts over my slutty seductive choice of attire. The neighbors and townspeople had seen me in this summer casual and unfashionable uniform for years. Even so several of the men outside in their yards or on their porches that I passed blatantly stared in impulsive admiration at my robust chest and rippling bottom. As I passed them I felt myself begin to glow from their attention.

Since way back last summer I had noticed that the men in town; not just the boys in school were paying attention to my developing figure. I never flirted or gave any indication that I knew I was being looked over or that their appraisals made me feel all warm and gooey.

Still, it was unnerving that so many adult males that had watched me grow up had become lechers and perverts upon my reaching the age of consent. I didn't acknowledge their adoration. I didn't make a fuss; I slouched and shuffled along with my eyes down as my heart fluttered and my spirit soared.

Several ladies were in the store when I entered and I went to the far back, a darker section of the large single showroom and began looking through the racks of girls' and women's clothing. Being mostly end lots, overruns or donations they were cheaper than the in season selections at the Five & Dime or Miss Sally's Dress Shoppe.

The store grew quiet and Mr. Cooper came back to greet me.

"Hi Andi! My, my you are a welcomed surprise! How can I help you?" Was he going to pretend that he hadn't invited me to visit?

I drew Daddy's tee-shirt up and over my head, casually setting it aside after checking the expanse of showroom for any prying eyes. We seemed to be out of sight of any curious gawkers. I could play this game of his.

"I'm looking for some casual blouses and skirts for college in the fall."

"You certainly have become the young lady. You might want to look at some of the summer clothes as well; I can see that you have outgrown those you have on." I felt a naughty thrill knowing that my chosen outfit had warranted his close attention and suggestive comment.

"Yes, I seem to be popping out all over." I shrugged; twisted to face him letting him see more of the underside of my titties. I couldn't very well look down to confirm how much more without letting him realize I had exposed myself deliberately, but felt the whirling air from the nearby upright floor fan brush over my right (closest to him) nipple. It seemed that my hard extended nub on that side was not allowing the unhemmed frayed edge of the tee to hang freely again.

"Let me look at what you have." I stared at his crotch.

I wasn't talking about clothing but I didn't think he caught on to what I was requesting. I wanted to see his pride and joy even though there were other customers in the store. Wouldn't that be daring fete?

With courage and confidence that I couldn't explain I just said it out loud, "After I try on some things I'd like to continue where we left off when we were rudely interrupted in the basement."

Mr. Cooper ignored my proposal; he looked dismayed at my directness. He stuttered, "I... will help you try on some things, if you like."

I pretended to search for something that caught my eye. What was wrong? Mr. Cooper didn't seem nearly as confident here in his store as he had at church. Had he had too much time to think? Had he decided not to let me play with him?

I'll be right back, Andi."

I continued to seriously look through the available selections that screamed second-hand small town apparel. I heard his hand-cranked register broadcast its use once and the cowbell on the front door clatter several times before Mr. Cooper rejoined me.

"The other customers have left." He held out a freshly unwrapped red sucker that he always gave to kids when they were leaving the store. "I thought you might like one of these." He held it in front of my mouth so I let him lay the fat tube on my tongue.

His lollipops weren't your standard every-day round pop on a stick; his were like the stem of a candy cane on a tongue depressor much like a fudge or ice cream bar.

"Gee thanks, Mr. Cooper."

I had been right in thinking he wanted me to act like a little girl, instead of a grown woman. If he wanted to seduce a young virgin, I was more than willing to play along. Was he thinking, as I was, that the sweet hard candy was a stand-in for his cock? I gave it a series of sloppy sucks and long loving licks. To stimulate and focus his imagination I let my saliva gather and then noisily slurped it down.

"You may call me Otis when we're alone, Andi."

Mr. Cooper hovered close-by and watched my every move. There was no question he was enjoying my near naked curves. I found excuses to stretch, twist, bend and squat for his benefit. I would glance up, smile, bat my lids and pucker my lips when I caught his gaze the few times his eyes abandoned my titties or my butt.

Why didn't he reach out and touch me since we were alone?

Soon my top after some casual effort on my part was resting on the crest of my breasts with both nipples now on display. I was tempted to shout out, "Hey Mister, my tits are right here waiting for your masculine caresses!"

Several deliberate squats wedged the gusset of my shorts inside my lips spreading my vulva wide; wide and wet enough to welcome his magic fingers.

From his dazed expression I wondered if he had gone temporarily blind.

To keep from overdoing it I picked out two blouses and skirts, asking him if I could try them on and if he wasn't too busy I would like to have his opinion about how they looked on me.

Returning to earth he drew back the curtain of the small changing room and turned on its own bright light. The thin curtain on the small changing room didn't stretch all the way across the doorway; centered, it left a good six inches on either side. The top was set at my shoulder height and the hem was well above my knees; a tall woman's bust line would surely be viewable over the dinky drapery.

A ceiling blocked the overhead fluorescents. The blinding bulb was set midway on the back wall and full length wall mirrors and benches were on each side. From time to time the light would flicker but I dismissed it as caused by a loose bulb.

I saw my own silhouette on the curtain as I undressed and dressed thinking that perhaps that was how Mr. Cooper got his thrills. My shadow would make it appear that I was naked -- and I was. I had read about exhibitionists and voyeurs. I was the show-off and Mr. Cooper was peeper.

I did see Mr. Cooper flit by in one or the other mirrors several times. He seemed to continue straightening the clothing displays and just happened to be facing the booth so he could sneak peeks at me through the gap of the curtain or the reflections in the mirrors. I was well aware that he could see portions of me completely naked at times.

Rule number two came to mind, but I justified that fleeting flashes of my moving body didn't count.

Tingling all over I felt my juices filling me up. I took a good long time trying on each item to tease him more. I made sure he saw limited views from every conceivable angle. I realized that today I had the power, not like last Sunday when he had the upper hand. Actually, I giggled to myself remembering that it was his lowered hand that did the damn-damn on me.

Not liking either outfit even when I tried to mix-and-match them I opened the curtain with the clothing returned to their hangers and saw Mr. Cooper's obvious disappointment as my tee was in place and my shorts again hid the outline of my womanhood at least until I stepped forward or back.

"Sorry, I didn't like how these looked on me." He looked devastated.

"Not to worry, Andi, take your time; I have a lot in your size to choose from."

That really wasn't the case because I had looked through most of the selections before my try-ons. I held out the rejected outfits for him to replace them on the display.

I had to get him to do SOMETHING! "No, not today -- I'll stop back another time."

He acted out a genuine panic. He held up two skimpy bikinis from the rack next to him.

"Don't go yet! Here, look, these two bikinis are 50% off today only!" He sweetened his bribe. "You can have either one for free!"

I already had a modest two-piece suit. I knew Mom and Daddy would never approve of the strings and triangles.

"No, I don't think so."

"Oh, don't be shy. You are getting to be a big girl; I bet you could be a glamour model."

That was certainly not true, models were tall, thin and practically flat chested, but his comment made me curious as to how I would look in the suits and it would give us both an excuse to continue playing our game.

"Well..."

"Go on -- try them. I'll give my honest opinion when you model them for me."

I hadn't even considered modeling the suits outside the booth. One minute I was hell bent on being a seductive woman and the next retreating to being an apprehensive little girl. What the hell was wrong with me?

I took the suits from him and barely closed the curtain on purpose.

Each suit was designed differently from the other; one suit was red, the other was white. I decided to try on the red one first as it appeared to be able to be worn both modestly and more brazenly. I wondered if I could get this one past my parents or if I should hide it until I left for college.

I tied the top strings around my neck and the side strings around my torso. I centered the two triangles over my breasts. The strings on the bottoms weren't easy to get tied; I had to squeeze the tiny triangle of material between my thighs while tying the first side. Looking in the mirror I thought I really looked amazing yet felt insecure and awkward because I was witnessing a tramp advertising her wares.

When I timidly looked out the side of the curtain Mr. Cooper was standing right in front of the booth a few feet away. Being taller than me he reminded me of Kilroy with his eyes and nose right above the curtain rod. His hands were extremely active in his pockets.

He was standing there with a big grin on his face and both of his hands in his front pockets. It looked like he was digging around for something, but I knew what he was doing. I wanted to do that for him. Should I be bold and just grab his manhood? He had made me feel it at church; why wasn't he making the same demand now?

I wanted to let him see me, but there was an awfully lot to see. I started to step out but scooted back in the booth.

"Uh, I don't know Mr. Cooper." I suspected my modesty could have been interpreted as being coy.

"Come on out, Andi; let me be the judge."

"Oh... I don't know." I wasn't sure if I should continue. This bikini was very, very small and didn't cover much, but it had more material than the white one. After several moments as I stood still Mr. Cooper assured me that I looked beautiful. I was less gracious with my self-appraisal; I looked like a pale and pasty imitator, not the mysterious and seductive woman I wanted to be.

The sides of my titties were bulging out the sides. Thinking I had tied it too tight, I loosed the strings as Mr. Cooper moved closer as he watched my fumbling embarrassed effort. That adjustment helped but it let my titties roll around when I moved. My pubic hair was showing above and on each side the lower triangle; I couldn't hide it.

I knew I was being ridiculous. I had paraded around nude for Mr. Jacoby yet in this bathing suit I felt more naked than nude. That didn't make sense. Was it because I didn't think Mr. Cooper was as perverted as Mr. Jacoby? That was even more ludicrous because they had both had their fingers inside me. FUCK, what was my problem?

"Come out, Andi; you promised to let me see how the suit fits."

I had made no such promise but felt obligated to let Mr. Cooper see the top at least.

I held my hands in front of my unruly thatch and stepped to the front of the booth. He was beaming.

"I was right you do look like a model! Put your hands on your hips." I struck the pose to please him not thinking doing so would expose my muff. Damn! He hoodwinked me with that simple subtle ruse.

Following the line of his intensive stare I looked down and realized that there was no doubt that he could see my dark patch. Were my lips as open as I sensed they were? When he asked to see the suit properly so he could give an honest opinion I stepped forward thinking the closer I stood to him the less he could see.

"Just as I thought; the fit is perfect in the front. Turn around let's see the back."

I had already checked that view in the mirrors and knew that my cheeks were all but entirely exposed since the string was hidden in my crease but I turned around for him grateful to hide my public hair from his view. I couldn't determine if I was relieved or frustrated that he hadn't taken the obvious opportunity to touch me.

"Nice, very nice Andi." I felt two of his fingers, one on each side slide under the sides of the brief teardrop gusset, stretch out the material and snap it in place. "Perfect!"

Warm hands casually glided over each of my cheeks and his thumbs spread them to view the hidden string stretching up and joined to my waist ties. I suspected that my starburst was at least partially viewable under the string.

He stepped forward which nudged me back into the booth. As if it was entirely normal he stepped in behind me.

"Did you notice that the bra cups on this suit can be widened or narrowed to your liking so you can adjust them any way you want?"

Now we were getting somewhere; he had finally made his move.

Before I could answer, he reached over my shoulders and demonstrated by gathering and shrinking first one triangle and then the other. That was so unnecessary because I had already discovered that and had stretched both of the triangles out as far as they would go which still gave him a lot to look at.

I smiled at his stealth. Now the fun would begin. I also felt a pressure right between my big butt cheeks. Mr. Cooper was rubbing his penis up against me. I reached behind me and palmed his projectile that was appropriately standing straight up. Was the tip up above his belt?

To encourage him and calm my own unwarranted heebee jeebees I forced myself to make a commitment. I clasped his manhood and squeezed, then as if confirming its rigid length I rubbed my palm up and down the surface of his baggy trousers before clutching it again. Wow! I was amazed that a man of his age had such a hard erection.

Why hadn't I considered that in the basement at church? He had been just as hard then, although I hadn't been aware that at least half of his penis was hidden behind his zipper. I looked in the mirror in front of me and saw he had a big delighted smile on his face and a devilish gleam in his eyes.

He had me where he wanted me. I was doing what he wanted me to do. I was where I wanted to be; preparing to do what I wanted to do. Returning his smile, I wet my lips, winked and pushed my hips back against him and my hand.




Andi's Summer - Day 05



I also saw that my areolas were showing on both sides of the narrowed material. I whined in my best coy little girl voice to draw his attention my state of exposure.

"Mr. Cooper that shows too much!"

"Then how would you wear it?" He placed his hands lightly on my shoulders, slid them down my sides and his fingers came to rest spread across the lower triangle. The heat of his palms on my thighs was electrifying.

I didn't want to release my trophy but rationalized that I could return to it once I fumbled around pretending to adjust the suit while intending to expose each titty one at a time for his scrutiny. I pulled both of the cups back to their full width to begin a 'now-you-see-it, now-you-don't' tease. As I was occupied he took the opportunity to raise his hands and lift each of my mounds.

FUCK! His fingers had been so close to where I wanted them to be. He could have slipped his fingers under the scant material. He could have tapped my clit again. He could have spread my lips. He could have inserted his magic fingers once more.

Had my nearly naked boobs distracted him by being a newer attraction? He lifted both of them at once, then lifted one, let it drop, and then did the same to the other. He was also pressing me back into him and sliding his manhood up and down the crease of my buttocks again.

My crease was spread by the width of his well-defined manhood as he slowly slid his pelvis upward then down. He was humping me. I liked it; it seemed so naughty. It wasn't all that exciting physically, but mentally it was thrilling.

We both seemed to need to pretend that everything I was letting him do to me was accidental during a normal fitting. I was enjoying him touching and prodding me; willing to allow him to take as much time pleasing me as he wanted but was fearful that we would once again be interrupted by a new customer. Anxious to get beyond our mutual groping I twisted away and faced him and in doing so my titties popped out. I giggled as I left them in their natural state.

I wanted to proceed further; end the pretense and get back to where we left off.

I could have easily dropped to my knees then and there. Instead, I let him gently turn me back around and ask my reflection in the mirror with a studious face if the top was completely comfortable as if it were in its proper place instead of resting in my cleavage. It was apparent that he wasn't finished amusing himself with my boobs; I would have to wait for my turn to play. I told him it was but I couldn't imagine wearing the suit in public.

"You'll get used to it, Andi. You can wear it here in the store until you get comfortable or there is a secret little cove up at the lake where you could try it out in safety. I could take you up there. Maybe take some photos for you to have. I have a young friend that could go with us. I know he would enjoy seeing you in this bikini -- or out of it!"

His intended light-hearted tease had a contrary effect on me.

My stomach quaked. Whoa, this was going too far. I wasn't about to let some boy see me in or out of this suit. My naked adventures with Tony and Jimmy eluded my memory. Go up to the lake; wouldn't that be like going on a date? Did Mr. Cooper really think I would socialize with him? I wasn't about to model for him. I had to pose for Mr. Jacoby; I didn't have a choice. I sure as hell wouldn't do so for Mr. Cooper with or without his friend.

"No, no thanks, but thanks for the offer." I left it ambiguous if I was referring to the suit, the lake, his friend or photographs.

"Try the other one on before you decide."

He remained standing behind me and pressed himself into me again still evaluating my breasts in the mirror.

"You are so much like your mother; you look just like she did at your age. Same hair, same boobies. Let me help you with this."

He untied the strings on my neck and the bra fell off my breasts and hung upside down in front of my tummy. Did he expect me to change in front of him? What had he just said about my mother? Why did he compare the two of us? How could he know what she looked like naked twenty years ago? I needed some time to myself.

"If you want to see the other suit you'll have to give me some privacy."

For my own sanity I pushed thoughts of my mother to the back of my mind. He looked puppy-dog disappointed, but stepped out of the cubicle, and barely pulled the curtain to the center.

My thoughts raced and overlapped each other.

Why hadn't I just unzipped his trousers when I was facing him and had the chance? Why didn't I just drop on my knees in front of him and beg him to let me suck him? Why was I thinking I would be cheating on Mr. Jacoby if I did? Why was I envisaging my mother in the mirror?

I let the curtain remain practically open. My mind was spinning; I was so confused. I wanted to tease him. He cock was hard and I wanted to see it again -- hold it again. I wanted him to rub it up against my butt again; I wanted his naked cock to slide up my naked butt crease. I wanted -- I wanted -- I wanted...

I made my mind stop. I took a deep breath. Getting him to cum in my mouth was what I really wanted. Was that even possible after his untimely and indiscrete reference to my saintly mother?

I looked at the second suit. It had less material and was made of a fine mesh. I could see my hand through it, so I knew I would be showing everything. It didn't have strings, rather the bra was comprised of two connected thin elastic loops; one to cling to my back and the other to rest on my neck. Two tiny diamond shaped patches would cover my nipples and nothing else if placed perfectly. The bottoms consisted of an elastic string for my waist and a string gusset with a slightly larger diamond patch for between my legs. I surely wasn't going to take it, even for free but since Mr. Cooper expected me to try it on I might as well.

Maybe seeing me all but naked would encourage him to push me down on my knees and demand I suckle him. If he didn't take the two of us back in time to that fateful moment in the church basement, could I?

I removed the first bikini and was stepping into the waist loop trying to align the diamond patch meant to semi cover my vulva yet it didn't look long enough to cover my starburst. Pulling it up I confirmed my suspicions and realized that the elastic was so tight that only a few steps would allow the pretense of a gusset to press into my lips and hide.

I was in the process of removing the panty, knowing that I would never ever model it when Mr. Cooper ripped open the curtain unexpectedly. I froze in place; my hands at my knees and my titties swinging freely.

"Why are you taking it off?" I had forgotten he was monitoring my every move.

Startled, I stood up in shock and then realized that I was exposing my all to him. I was naked in front of a leering creepy old man! With the gusset hanging loosely between my knees I flung my forearm across my chest and cupped my youthful womanhood in the distress of inbred modesty.

The inconvenient arrival of moral reality vanquished any possibility of continuing our rendezvous. Rule number two had been violated and raced to the forefront of my mind. I reacted like a frightened naïve young girl.

"Get out! Get out!" I screamed. I hoped no one was in the store. He had startled me so suddenly while I was preoccupied that fright was my only awareness. I hadn't planned on him seeing me totally naked face-to-face. I panicked as my humiliated modesty swept over me like an icy thunderstorm.

With trembling hands I pulled the curtain closed and quickly put my tee-shirt and shorts on. My nipples were burning, I was shivering and my heart was racing. I felt Mr. Cooper had gone too far. Should I tell my parents? I decided I had to threaten him, if only to make sure he never told anybody about what he had done and seen.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the booth.

"I should tell my parents what you've done to me." I felt I needed to emphasize my threat. "What if I tell everyone on you?" I grabbed Daddy's shirt and pulled it over my head.

"You won't do that. You had fun, didn't you?" I was going to deny that any fault was my own but he interrupted me with that nasty all-knowing smirk I had seen in the basement.

"Remember there are two sides to every story and I have photos of you seeming very happy and smiling when the two of us were in the booth together while I was playing with your titties. You wouldn't want everyone to see those pics of you would you?"

"You didn't take any pictures!" Was I being blackmailed again?

"Trust me, I did." His softly spoken confession didn't sound threatening. "I mean no harm to you; I am acting as your mother's and father's surrogate. Carolina thought you were ready for an introduction to adult experiences, before you went to college and were all alone."

Something within me; perhaps a need for self-preserving sanity blocked out comprehending the content of his defensive revelation.

"I am convinced you are as anxious for the big day as she was at your age. I assure you, it is much better with a knowledgeable man in comfort than with an inexperienced boy in the back seat of a car. Don't deny it; you are one horny little girl that is ready to become a woman. I know a nice young man that would be perfect for your transformation if you think me unworthy."

I couldn't process his reference to my parents. Why hadn't I listened to that faint tiny voice inside me at the church barbeque that told me my mother and even Aunt Georgia were aware and condoned what Mr. Cooper had done to me? Was Mr. Cooper implying that he had his way with her years ago? Did he fuck her? Before Daddy? After?

I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I could barely breathe.

When he embraced me I welcomed his comfort. Was I insane?

"Let's go upstairs and have a drink; I will explain everything to you."

"NO! I want to go home." I wasn't fearful of what might happen to me upstairs; I was afraid of what I might learn about my parents -- my mother in particular.

"I need to think. I'm so confused."

"I understand. Go home and speak to your mother. She will be very shy and hesitant to reveal her own sexual adventures with you so go easy on her."

Mr. Cooper's compassion for my mother's feelings was evident. His advice to me suggested he thought I was capable of being tolerant.

"It might be a good thing if Georgia sat in. Those two have been my intimate friends and sidekicks all these years. I'll be here if you want to visit again after you talk to them."

His smile seemed puzzled and bewildered as he gave me several affectionate hugs meant to reassure and offered a small brown paper bag to me.

"This is a suit like the white one only it is in black and will go perfectly with your complexion and black hair and you're... you're black, eh... eh... hair and a couple of little toys that I'm sure you will find a good use for."

He was as nervous, befuddled and flustered as I was. I snatched the bag out of his hands. It was heavier than I expected.

"I honestly didn't mean to startle and frighten you. I only meant to help."

"I... I..."

I couldn't think of anything to say. I rushed past him up the center isle and saw that the open sign was facing in when I reached the glass door and realized why no new customers had interrupted us. He had me all alone on purpose; for our privacy or my entrapment? I had to flip the deadbolt to open the door which I inadvertently slammed shut fearing the rattling glass would shatter as I fled.

Avoiding any thought of my parents I wondered as I ran toward home how many of the town's women trying on slips, bras, panties and even girdles had given him a free show. Had he photographed them? Had he fondled them in the booth? I vowed to never return to his store.

Slowing to a walk I began to blame myself. I shouldn't have worn these skin-tight shorts. I knew my tee-shirt was too small and tight as well. True, I had let him fondle my titties and I had willingly patted and rubbed his penis, but that was all. Yes -- yes, I had wanted to suckle him.

My virtuous mother had warned me time and time again in the past; a young lady should dress and act like one at all times, yet she enlisted Mr. Cooper to test my limits. If as he said she was one of Mr. Cooper's secretive cherished friends had she actually encouraged him to assault me? Her two apparent contradictory personas were just too much for me to ponder.

My rational conclusion was that if I kept quiet, my reputation would remain intact if Mr. Cooper could be trusted. I tried to convince myself that he had more to lose than I did. He did, didn't he?

I felt anger directed to myself well up. Why had I acted like such a child? Why had I promised myself that I wouldn't let Mr. Cooper see me completely naked? Tony and Jimmy had. I had to admit that strutting naked for Mr. Jacoby's viewing was a naughty, delicious thrill. It could have, should have been with Mr. Cooper. My stupid rules and childish reaction because of them had robbed me of enjoying Mr. Cooper's fingers inside me again. I would never be able to play with his hardness either. What else might he have done to me today? What else would I have done? I was such a fool.

Trying to avoid further thought, I was helpless as foremost in my mind was a question tormenting me -- does my mother have the same vexing sexual hungers that I have? If so, I came by my jaded interests and appetites naturally. How did she act them out? That query was both comforting and worrisome.

I couldn't imagine confronting her with what Mr. Cooper had implied. He had included Aunt Georgia as an equally close friend. Could I approach her? And Daddy -- what did he know or not know?

Reaching my room I was completely overwhelmed.

I wanted to look in the bag, but couldn't. I thought I knew what the black mesh bikini, if you could call the nothingness a bikini, would look like on me; it would hide nothing. I was curious about what kind of toys Mr. Cooper thought was appropriate for me at my age. As he saw; I wasn't much of a kid anymore.

I decided to act as normal as I could tonight at dinner. My parents didn't question my full cover-up in a sweatshirt and pants. Our conversation as usual centered on what Daddy had accomplished at the office.

When I attempted to study my mother due to my new scandalous knowledge, I felt she was returning the same sort of silent inquisition. Had she spoken to Mr. Cooper since this afternoon? Something in her manner made me suspect he had reported my behavior to protect himself.

I stalled the inevitable return to my room by volunteering to do the dishes. Whether it was to avoid talking to me or to share Mr. Cooper's tattletale Mom excused herself to go over to Aunt Georgia's for a chat.

I would have spent some time with my daddy in the den but he appeared to be deeply engrossed in his nightly crossword puzzle. I went up to my room, sprawled on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The bag was hidden in my only hat box on the top shelf of my closet. I stared at the door for a long time and tortured myself by reliving this afternoon with Mr. Cooper.

I had to be honest; I had gone to his store to renew and hopefully continue our behavior in the church basement. I wanted to suck his cock, plain and simple. I had deliberately teased him before trying on the outfits. He got even by asking -- no insisting, that I try on the bikinis. Had he insisted? Maybe not, but he had made me feel obligated to model them. I could have stopped him from touching me more than once. I could have, but I didn't. Why didn't I? Why did I touch him -- grope him? Why did I smile at him in the mirror?

The pictures! He said he had photos. I didn't see him with a camera. Was there a hidden camera in the changing room? I tried to imagine where it might have been. After much thought I concluded that there must have been a camera behind the mirror that we stood facing. Did each flicker of the light indicate another picture being taken? So many flickers. So many photos?

He said he had photos of me smiling as he fondled me. That mirror was the only place the camera could have captured me smiling with his hands on my titties. He hadn't been weighing them; he was taking a free feel. DAMN that dirty old bearded pervert!

Knowing I wouldn't sleep I got up from the bed and brought the bag down. I reached inside and by touch I drew out the bikini. It looked even smaller than the white one at the store. In my groping, I felt a long narrow box larger than a family sized toothpaste tube came in. Three other equally unidentifiable boxes were also in the bag. There were some small metal cylinders rolling around the bottom of the bag. I stripped off the sweats and removed my protective bra and panties.

Naked I stood in front of the mirror taking time to pose in both of the two panic poses Mr. Cooper had seen. Had I been smiling the poses would have been adorable. My reflection smiled to confirm that supposition. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see what my backside looked like remembering how exciting Mr. Cooper's big thick manhood had felt rubbing against me.

I slipped the bottoms on first and adjusted the loops; one around my waist and the other between my legs. I pulled the elastic cord up as high as it would go above my hips, letting the matching loop dig into the crack of my butt and was astonished at how sexy I looked from the front with my muff split by the raided string with just the lacey edges of the diamond patch clearly in view down the center. From the back it looked like I was naked except for the thin string around my waist. The cord between my cheeks was invisible. I frowned because my butt looked too big, but my waist looked tiny above it.

I was grateful that the bra didn't need to be tied, but found the back strand awkward to pull on over my breasts because it was so tight. Once on, I saw that I might as well be naked. The lacey diamonds were so small and transparent that my nipples and my areola were on full display beneath the patterned material. In profile the tight yet comfortable suit pulled my boobs up and out with my tummy tucked in.

I wanted to hate the bikini, but I couldn't because I looked like a full grown sexy woman even in the muted light of my reading lamp. I flipped on the overhead and marveled at how sensuous my body appeared. I posed for my reflection full front; standing and leaning forward, to each side and from the back. I had to admit I looked like one sexy nubile ready -- so ready -- and willing for any man to take advantage of her innocence.

If only Mr. Cooper hadn't frightened me so suddenly. I began to imagine what might have taken place if I had accomplished what I had planned to do.

With an enthusiastic feeling I had not experienced since leaving Mr. Cooper's store I dumped out the remaining items from the bag onto my bed. The metal curiosities were small AAA batteries that had spilled out of their box. The other box held six C batteries. I was intrigued.

I opened the end flap of the larger plain box and a hard plastic silver cylinder slid out. One end was shaped like the nose of a bullet and the other end had a flat screw-on cap that functioned as an on-off switch. It had the circumference of one of my medium hair rollers. It didn't take a nanosecond to determine what its purpose was.

I had heard wild descriptions of what it did in the locker room at school and seen ads in the back of my treasured magazines for these things; it was a women's personal vibrator. It was used to tickle her nipples and clit. It was meant to be applied to a woman's most sensitive flesh -- even inserted inside her lady parts. It was called a dildo; I couldn't wait to try it.

I hated where it came from, but was also grateful for Mr. Cooper understanding of a young girl's needs. I couldn't stay mad at him, could I? The smaller box had a pink plastic egg-shaped sphere that had a pink wire leading to a small off-white control box. I loaded it with two AA batteries and set it aside.




Andi's Summer - Day 05



Once I had inserted three C batteries into the dildo it had the weight of a flashlight. I turned in on and it produced a pleasant hum. When I clicked the cap tighter its vibration was quite noisy. I would have to save the high speed for when my parents weren't home -- or -- I needed to find a way to muffle it. A pillow mashed over it against my mattress did the trick. The sound was no louder than the ticking of my windup alarm clock.

Sprawled out on my bed I used my fingers and palm to prep myself for this historic occasion; I would never have another first use of an adult toy again. My status as a sophisticated woman was now assured.

After teasing myself right up to the edge so I was well lubricated I carefully inserted the column inside me. Thicker cucumbers had preceded it. Before turning it on to the lower speed I took a deep breathe. With my right hand fingers gripping the cap under the pillow jammed between my thighs and held in place with my left forearm I turned the cap clockwise -- but too far! I had twisted the control past the starting speed and onto the high speed.

I wasn't prepared for the instantaneous electrifying shockwaves that traveled to every nerve ending in my body. I bucked and rolled, lost the pillow, jumped up on my hands and knees and was panting like a wild animal with the vibrator's buzzing echoing off my bedroom walls.

Despite the toe-curling, tummy convulsing, hip humping orgasmatic bliss I was hostage to I tried to reach back between my legs and seize the villainous pleasure provider. It took three inept clumsy blunders before I gained a purchase and as I pulled it out it slipped through my fingers falling to the bed dancing and rotating beneath me. Like a heroic soldier I fell on it and muted the tell-tale sound momentarily.

The mini-machine was still active and stimulating my torso being tucked between my ribcage and my pelvis. Instinctively I shimmied forward so I could get it positioned under my mons where its relentless mechanism renewed its stimulation of my lips and clit. The ribs on the cap seemed like the blades of a waterwheel rotating on my nub.

With a sense of euphoria I lay inert and my emotions surfaced physically fluctuating from near tears to fits of giggles.

I murmured, "Bad boy, bad, bad boy", as if addressing a pet.

Naming my newest and dearest friend 'Bad Boy' occurred to me as ideal. It took a while for me to get up the courage to attempt to deactivate the persistent bugger without alerting the entire household and the neighborhood.

Unable to lift my pelvis up I had to reach back over my big butt, snaked my fingers under and between my swollen lips and search for the cap. Only a short crescendo was audible before I was able to silence Bad Boy.

Once again on my back with the pillow in place and the warm cylinder well-seated I attempted to very, very, very carefully activate the low setting. I succeeded!

The stimulation provided by the constant vibration coursed throughout my body with an intensity that I could now tolerate. Sensations flowed within me like gentle undemanding repetitious tidal waves providing a continuum of unlimited bliss. I could liken the surges in my tummy, separate and distinct from my lady parts, to those elations riding a seesaw years ago had provided. I even felt pleasant impulses inside my nether region.

Gently slanting Bad Boy from side-to-side and up and down my ever expanding and contracting passage imparted alternative origins for the marvels of the phenomena I was experiencing to spring forth.

I let the gusset snap tightly against the cap driving the last inch of the entire column further into me and sheltering it in place.

Inspired and free to adjust my posture, I investigated the effects of leg lifts, knee bends and spreading my legs apart initiating new sensations. Rolling on my side, curling my lower leg and extending and pointing the upper one toward the ceiling instigated further wonders. On my stomach humping against the pillow seemed to be the most rewarding position; not that the others didn't deserve accolades.

My overly stimulated clitoris brushing against the pillow was titillating, yet I knew a firmer and more resistant foundation would provide greater advantages. Unwilling to interrupt my adventure, I made a commitment to find the perfect pedestal in the future.

Throughout this miraculous episode I sighed, whimpered, moaned, groaned, wept and wailed in response to the ecstasy overwhelming me.

Well beyond the multiple zeniths I slumped against the pillow drooling, flush and sweating. My arms trembled, my legs quivered and I was too exhausted to extricate Mr. Cooper's marvelous gift. Aware that the vibrations were mellowing I smiled thinking this was truly a splendid way to fall asleep.

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I was weak-kneed the next morning. I didn't do myself any favors in that regard in that I had used that wonderful gift late into the night, even beyond consciousness. I wondered how long it had taken the batteries to finally die. I looked forward to get through the day as I had the egg to test and three fresh batteries waiting to be used tonight. In the shower my thighs brushed my swollen lips in a brand-new and delightful way.

After Daddy left for work Mom raced over to Aunt Georgia's in her housecoat giving me time to call Mr. Cooper's store before reporting to Mr. Jacoby's. When he answered I gave him the brief speech I had written out.

"This is Andi, please don't say a word. I just called to say that I am not going to tell anyone about what happened yesterday and I pray you will not. I know you meant me no harm. Yesterday and last Sunday made me tingle all over. When you unexpectedly startled me in the booth I panicked and freaked out; I couldn't think and acted like a silly little girl. I didn't expect you to see me awkwardly naked like that. I am so sorry I became alarmed and frightened. Thank you for the nice bikini and the wonderful toys."

I added something I hadn't written, "I have to work this coming Sunday. Maybe I can come and visit you a week from Sunday, when your store is closed so I will feel safer and we have more time to get to know each other better. Maybe I should just get naked right away so I will have nothing to be anxious about."

I hung up before he could respond. Why did I blurt that last oath? Did I really want to have Mr. Cooper's hands on me and in me again? Of course I did. Could I get him to kiss and lick my cunny like Mr. Jacoby did? Would it be different? Should I take Bad Boy with me? No, Bad Boy would forever by my private lover.

Wouldn't it be peachy if I could keep both of these grown men teaching me how to please them all summer long?

**



Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 01



Even though I was wilted and in a zombie state I was at Mr. Jacoby's door promptly at 8 a.m. Not wearing underwear beneath my light yellow summer dress made me feel sexy, yet wholesome. I needed to feel sexy just to return to his house.

On the way I held my head up high, chest out. I had value. I was an experienced cock-sucker. Surely he would let me suck his cock at least once today, maybe all day long if I was lucky. I made a mental note to not mention Mr. Cooper or his gifts to Mr. Jacoby.

I rang the bell. Mr. Jacoby's voice came through a callbox telling me to come upstairs as a buzzer opened the door. I found him naked in his bedroom fresh from a shower his hair uncombed and damp. He was standing facing the door with his fist on his hips. He looked like an altered image of Superman; his cock beckoned me, my mouth and my skills.

I scurried over to him and dropped to my knees. I handed him the pink envelope with my written homework. Finally, as he promised, I was going to have a taste of him. As I reached out he swatted my hands away and stepped back.

"Not so fast Andi, I need to walk you through your morning warm-up first."

Morning warm-up?

"Take off your dress."

I flushed in embarrassment; I glared at him realizing he had intentionally stood like that expecting me to rush to him and voluntarily commit myself to the oral act he knew I desperately wanted - needed. He caused me to humiliate myself. I was so angry that I considered biting his masculine appendage off first chance I had.

I slipped my dress up over my head as he told me that I was to use the top left drawer in the double bureau for my clothing. He made no comment regarding my instant nudity. I walked over to the bureau, opened the drawer and found my neatly folded school uniform stored there. The ties on the blouse should have been wrinkled; instead they were pressed flat. I folded my dress and placed it and my sandals carefully in the drawer and closed it.

As I faced him without a "hello", "how are you", or a comment on my dress he pointed to a white dress box on the unmade bed that was centered inside a multi-colored hula hoop. He must have recently placed it there and told me it was my uniform and that I could try it on for him after my exercises. He sat down in his chair and began to fondle himself.

"You know how to hula hoop, don't you?"

"Yes." I tempered a growl.

"Good, give me a good show and smile Andi; we are going to have another fun day."

This man; this aggravating smart-ass knew how to push my buttons. The last thing I wanted to do was to look happy and shake my ass for him, but I had no choice. I picked up the hoop, stepped into it and with my back to him spun the ring around me and let my hips take over. It was second nature; I had spent hundreds of hours twirling my own hoop thinking that it would keep my waist small and sturdy.

"Turn around and face me. Big smile!"

I forced myself to do his bidding using my pride of skill to make me seem pleased to entertain him.

I moved my hands and feet to strike the posturing of a belly dancer which gave my performance an Asian flair. He let me go through my entire routine twice before stopping me.

He failed to compliment me on my talent or dexterity.

"Do some jumping jacks for me."

Mr. Jacoby was just like any other dirty old man; he wanted to see my titties (his tits) flop around. He was in for a surprise because they were still tight and rose and fell in tandem. Of course I knew I would be spreading and closing my virgin girlhood for him to ogle. He let me do about ten repetitions before stopping me.

"I want you to modify how you do those, flatten your hands and cover your cunt with them on the down swing and look coyly into my eyes. Do five repetitions facing me and then turn clockwise and do three while looking at me, turn away from me and do five more and then turn again for three more and look at me as if you are pleading to be fucked. Those detailed instructions made me take notice. Did he have a reason for me doing jumping jacks?

I began the exercise questioning what he had in mind. I flubbed up when facing away from him and did seven reps. When I finished I was flush. Not from exertion but because I had enjoyed being so exposed and was thrilled to be watched as intently as Mr. Jacoby had scrutinized me with his eagle eyes. Turning a man on by just doing jumping jacks was a new notion.

"Change the five reps to seven and the three to five. Keep mindful of your hands when they are in front of your cunt. You are to look like a shy but horny virgin. Don't stop until I tell you to."

I was right he had a plan of some sort that he wasn't sharing with me.

Starting the exercise again I came up with some modifications that I thought he would appreciate. On the first profile I double-clapped my hands on the first repletion and on at the end of the last one. I did the same thing during the left profile. Instead of continuing to turn counter-clockwise when I finished the returning face view I reversed my turn. On the next frontal exposure I curled my forefinger on my right hand and let my left appear to grasp my wrist; it was subtle, but for the briefest moment it looked like I was fingering myself every other time my hands were downward. I added a hint of a shimmy when my butt was facing Mr. Jacoby. I hoped he liked my embellishments. He let - or made me continue on and on as if he was impressed or aggravated. I was perspiring profusely and my legs were shaking when he call out for me to stop.

"Very nice Andi, I liked your added flourishes." He had finally complimented me. "You and I are going to make a great team. Not that I will accept all your changes in the future; but within reason feel free to improvise."

I was grateful for...

Mr. Jacoby rode roughshod over my thoughts demanding my attention.

"Now I want you to face me and do some deep knee bends; keep your back straight, drop your ass right down to the carpet, fondle your tits and pinch your nipples as you do so. Ten repetitions to start."

Easy for him to say. I felt fortunate to be barefoot.

After completing the bends which compelled opening my knees a little he finally commented on my dildo pleasured swollen lips.

"I see you were priming your cunt earlier this morning. It looks like you are fully prepared to be fucked."

"Yes sir, I just couldn't keep my fingers away from me after all the marvelous things you did to me Wednesday. I finger-fucked myself Wednesday night, all day yesterday and this morning." The unprepared lie rolled off my tongue in my shy little girl voice as if rehearsed.

"Good, very good. I would like you to keep your cunt in that condition at all times." Without knowing it, Mr. Jacoby was giving me permission to use Mr. Cooper's Bad Boy every chance I had.

"I want you to slow down your knee bends and slowly open your thighs wider as you descend, and then thrust your cunt out toward me for three repetitions before returning slowly to your standing position. We'll add music later to make your exercises easier. Ten repetitions - take your time."

The knee bends were easy enough but the thrusts threw me off balance on the first, second, fifth and eighth reps.

"How can you make that work better, Andi?"

Embarrassed by my failures I rummaged my mind for a solution.

"Well sir, I think if were wearing my platform sandals the bends would look better. If I could lean back on my hands after squatting I think my thrusts would be more to your liking."

"Let's try that."

In my sandals the bends went smoothly and looked better because my ass dropped further below my heels. Resting on my palms the thrusts were much easier although I had to add a dramatic swirling spiral with each of my arms to return to the squat. Mr. Jacoby stopped me after the third rep.

"Let's see twenty repetitions of the thrusts alone."

As I complied I watched his expression change from judgmental interest to undeniable lust and fascination. I could imagine how my cunny was yawning and recoiling; pleading to be fucked. I was well aware that my modified thrust looked like I was humping an invisible cock hard at work between my thighs. My own imprudent thoughts started a moisturizing of my love canal.

I expected him to ravish me when I finished my performance.

"Let's put that all together. Facing me do five repetitions of each of the exercises in order. Do your hoop thing without the hoop, the jumping jacks and the squats without the thrusts."

I did the shortened version for him.

"Again. Ten repetitions this time."

I watched to see his impression; he didn't look pleased.

"No, that's not going to work. The jacks disrupt the flow of your dance and the squats. Let's try one more version and if it works that will be the end of your daily exercises for today."

Daily exercises - well every other day - could get boring real quick.

"Do a complete clockwise and counterclockwise routine of the dance, then do the same for your squats without the thrusts, and then do your thrusts separately as one exercise. Five repetitions for each turn and return."

Mr. Jacoby was asking a lot. The routine he wanted would be exhaustive. Since it would be the last one today I vowed to do my best. I was crushed by his observation when I finished the sequence.

"Needs a lot of work but I think you have the basics down."

To catch my breath I had bent forward and braced my hands on my clammy knees.

"Stay like that and back over to me." He spread his legs so I could back right up to the edge of his chair.

"I want you to bend your knees and bounce up and down like you had something nice and hard sliding in and out of your cunt. Add that shimmy of your ass once in a while. Go ahead."

Mr. Jacoby place his hand palm up between my legs letting it just brush my puffy lips. I felt electrified when his fingertips touched my clitoris. This was an exercise I would volunteer for ten times a day! I bounced and bounced bracing my hands on my knees.

"Shimmy."

Swaying side to side I felt my button ripple across his extended fingers and began to juice.

"Bounce - bounce - bounce, shimmy, shimmy. Bounce - bounce - bounce, shimmy, shimmy."

Mr. Jacoby stopped directing me; he didn't have to, I knew what he wanted and to be honest I craved it to continue forever. I looked up at the slanted mirror opposite us. I could see both our faces. I was beaming like a beauty pageant contestant and Mr. Jacoby was looking at our reflection too as he sucked his thumb.

I felt his free hand caress my left cheek and his coated stump tap at my anus. I was satisfied to let him do that for a while but my growing lust wanted more. I wanted his fingers inside me. I wanted him to violate my ass. Just when his efforts were getting really, really good, he stopped and withdrew his awe-inspiring hands. I was so close - so close to exploding. He had to know that.

Frustrated and humiliated once again I staggered to my feet.

"For your homework tonight and tomorrow I want you to practice the hoop, knee bends, thrusts and bounce. I'm sure you can find something to ricochet against. We need to strengthen your legs. Check out your uniform."

The tormenting bastard pointed to the white box on the bed as if he hadn't abandoned me at the worst possible time.

I lifted the lid and saw a small cluster of items that were black satin bands with white lacey trim and a very small matching apron. I also saw a pair of black patent heels with three thin, tiny crisscross straps across the toes and instep that promised little in the way of support.

"Sir, where is the dress?" I gave him a cute pouty expression.

"There is a dress, but there is no need for one around the house or pool; I want to be able to see your tits, cunt and ass at all times. As I told you Wednesday your tits, ass, and cunt belong to me now."

I didn't need to be reminded. I cringed at his insensitive and vulgar expressions in reference to my body parts and his claim of ownership. I had little choice. I knew I would look cute in the skimpy outfit, but had reservations just the same.

At the bedside my hands were shaking in rage as I grabbed up the apron to give me some immediate modesty. The wide silky band had a large pre-made bow with very long tails and had bra hooks at one end that clipped on the top left side of the apron. I realized that front panel gave me no coverage at all; it only covered a third of the way across my center front, my thighs were completely visible and the heart shaped hemline fell short of my fluffy muff by at least two inches. The tails hung down to the back of my knees.

Glancing over at Mr. Jacoby still seated in a leather upholstered chair in the corner I saw he had his now large thick cock in his hand and was slowly stroking himself as he casually watched me.

I picked up the first piece; it was a choker with three little silver bells hanging on black strings meant to be worn to the front. They settled just above the crease of my cleavage. Next were two wrist bands that simulated cuffs on a long sleeve dress. Next were two matching garters.

I turned to him, "Are there stockings?"

"Are there stockings, MR. JACOBY?" he corrected.

"Yes sir. Are there stockings Mr. Jacoby?" I slid the garters in place and they did look nice.

"No, you would just tear holes in the knees and I would go broke replacing them. That seemed like a reasonable conclusion, since I expected to be on my knees earning "boner bonuses" frequently, however I didn't like his insinuation that the fault would be mine; after all he would be the beneficiary of my efforts.

There were three sets of white stretch bands of two rows of the white satin lace.

"Where do these go, sir?"

"One set on your upper arms, your wrists and one set on your ankles, of course."

Of course. He was treating me like an empty-headed bimbo. The first set created the impression of cap sleeves and the second set the semblance of wrist cuffs and the third of little girl socks. The black patent heels were going to be a challenge; I had tried on a pair of 3 inch pumps in a shoe store in Marion once and nearly fell on my face. These were at least two inches higher and would have me standing on tip toes.

I picked up the black plastic headband with its fan-shaped simulated white lace maid's cap. Using the bureau mirror that was angled down to reflect the bed placed it on my head adjusting it this way and that until I thought it looked cute. Checking myself out I had to admit I looked sexy.

I turned to Mr. Jacoby, "Taa Daa!"

"Put on the stilettos."

The only closure on the black patent slides was the crisscross straps across the toes, no side support, and no ankle strap. I struggled to work my toes and feet into each of them. Maybe they would stay on.

Carefully, on wobbly legs with my back to him I stood there with my bare butt on full display; I couldn't move. What was wrong with me? I had spent nearly the entire day on Wednesday naked in front of him.

The box was empty. I realized this was to be my total wardrobe.

"Sir? I... I... I'm all but naked!"

"Exactly." His chuckle sent shivers up and down my spine. Was his intent to humiliate me constantly? Without any cover or support my breasts would jiggle and wiggle all over the place. Fortunately they were still young and firm enough to move in tandem. I had never been able to tame the roll, tumble and bounce of my big butt. My muff would be on constant full display; my lips would grow puffy and wet disclosing the state of my arousal. I hated the idea - I loved the idea!

"Come here."

I turned to face him knowing I was blushing. The flash startled me. His face was hidden behind a Canon camera.

Flustered, I whined, "You didn't say anything about taking pictures, Mr. Jacoby."

"No, I didn't. Do you think I need your permission?"

He had me there; he was the boss. "No sir, you just surprised me."

"Take one step toward me." The sound of my sole slapping the shoe seemed to be calling out for attention. His padded carpet had been a comfort on my bare feet; on these pencil thin heels it created a persistent threat of an awkward and embarrassing fall.

I wobbled a half-step and the flash went off again. He ordered me to smile stating that I had dimples; I should use them. Smiling wasn't a normal expression for me; at least not constantly.

"Another step."

He waited until I completed a step and told me to cup my tits before he took another shot.

"Another, bend your knees a little, and SMILE damn it."

"I can't; I have never worn heels this high, sir."

"Try harder. Keep your chin up, shoulders back and concentrate. By the end of the day you'll be a pro!"

Easy for him to say. I made a valiant effort and semi pulled it off. I was close to his chair.

"Stand in front of me. Use both hands and spread that sweet cunt of yours wide open for me."

"Sir", I whined.

"Do it!"

He took three shots straight at my pelvis as I trembled in front of him. At least my face wasn't being shown as he told me to use one finger of each hand to open my cunt, then two and then three. I wondered what those photos would look like.

"Stay." He raised the camera up to my breasts and face, told me to lick my lips and took three more shots telling me to lift my face, tilt it to the left and tilt it to the right. He turned on the video camera that was conveniently aimed right at the edge of the bed. Would Mr. Jacoby always be one step ahead of me?

"Sit on the edge of the bed, prop some pillows behind you and show me how you finger-fuck yourself."

Did he have to be so crude? When I was in place with my legs spread widely facing him I needed to be sure.

"You... you want me to masturbate for you?"

"Exactly. Imagine that my buddies and I are sitting here enjoying a beer and you are flirting with us as you diddle yourself. Make it an invitation for each of us to come over there and lick your cunt. Wait!"

Mr. Jacoby stood, walked over, stepped between my legs and showed me two spring loaded file folder clamps.

"These will enhance your experience."

The initial shock wasn't very thrilling at all as he applied first one and then the other to my unprotected nipples. They were tight and bit in well beyond snug.

He returned to his chair as I squirmed feeling the heat from my nipples spread across my chest.

I knew exactly what Mr. Jacoby would be viewing as I had practice my self-pleasuring skills in front of my mirror with my back propped up by the foot of my bed so I could study myself. I had perfected the initial teases, the subtle stimulations and the repeated deliberate orgasms (usually three), and the nearly violent and ferocious finale. My rehearsed routine was time consuming, but so very, very rewarding.

If I needed to rip one off I would lie spread-eagle on my bed and get it done; usually with the help of an underlined passage or tabbed page from one of Mr. Gilmore's discarded novels. Sometimes, when I was alone in the house I would sneak downstairs naked and straddle the arm of Daddy's leather chair and ride it like a pony until I came. It felt so daring to be naked downstairs.

Mr. Jacoby was about to learn that I wasn't a completely naive virgin that he was teaching to improve her cock-sucking skills; instead he would see that I had developed a sophisticated habit to pleasure my own genitals.

I always started with lightly touching myself all over; just brushing the surface of my flesh so the tiny hairs would straighten out and stand up. My hands were not my own; they were the hands of an ardent lover and explored every inch of my body. It was during this time I would choose what or who I would fantasize about. Mr. Jacoby had provided a fictional group of men for me to visualize.

That thought alone had awakened my love tunnel. I choose to imagine four men, similar in stature to Mr. Jacoby standing in twos on each side of his chair fully naked and stroking their cocks just for me. Each cock was different in length and girth; each looked delicious.




Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 01



When I proceeded to stimulate my breasts and nipples the nipple clamps hampered my routine so I wet both of my index fingers and spread the juices in tiny circles on my areolae around the very tips of my tender distended nubs. I had to forego the pinching and pulling I usually did. I cupped the bottoms of both breasts with great care because of the clamps and squeezed them gently as if I were testing the ripeness of my fruits.

My first orgasm wasn't a thunderous one because I took my time before resting my index finger and forefinger along each lip. I would scissor the full length of my fingers outside my lips and gently squeeze them together until they trapped my awaked clitoris. Increasing the pressure brought out my little girl's head. Wet fingers made her grow and become very, very sensitive. The clinching of my vagina and a spurt of nectar was the telltale sign that I had a tiny but satisfying cum.

Letting my fingers separate my outer and inner lips enhanced and increased the stimulation of more of my nerve endings. I could use the slippery juices coating my inner lips to speed up my strokes and I let the vee of my fingers and surface of my palm to glide over and around my clit. Splitting my lips opened the foyer of my womanhood. I continued to increase the tempo of my fingers and obtain a most satisfying release, knowing I had laid the groundwork for the big one.

After my second orgasm I would include what seemed taboo and therefore a naughty thrill. I would tease my anus with two fingers as I continued stroking and flicking my clit letting my fingers drop inside and knock at the entryway to the sheath that needed an intruder. This was the point that I could prolong or hasten my adventure. Teasing myself was always fun; it was a question of whether I needed to whip one off or wanted to search for a new personal best.

I could temper the pressure of the starts and stops, the pats and rubs and the thrusts and ejections. For Mr. Jacoby and his friends I wanted to demonstrate a spectacular climax. I began to whip my fingers in an out of myself wanting my audience to see me at my animalistic best; to see me collapse in ecstasy.

At the moment my third orgasm hit I threw my head back as I usually did, then quickly adjusted my focus so I could see Mr. Jacoby's reaction to my performance. My chest glistened with the sheen of perspiration. My mouth was dry, gasping for breath. The fingers of one hand were furiously pinching and pulling my clit which also stretched and collapsed my pink inner lining and the opening of my cockpit. Two fingers of the other hand were being driven into and nearly out of my ass by my flailing hips.

My sensuous mews, whines and panting announced my climax. My heels dug into the sheets on the edge of the mattress as my knees spread and closed involuntarily. My body shuttered and twitched. I was coated in heavy perspiration; it dripped off my torso and ran down my sides. My pubic hair was a gooey mess. I closed my eyes and rested.

I eventually stirred and returned my gaze to Mr. Jacoby.

"Very nice, we won't have to work on that."

Mr. Jacoby was standing over me. He removed the folder clamps and my nipples were fired up with a jolting vitality that rumbled through my boobs reawakened every nerve ending in my chest where it lingered. My fist pounding on his mattress and guttural gasps didn't impress him.

"Now crawl up on the bed."

"Should I make it up first, sir?"

"Hell no! Get on your hands and knees and face the headboard." He was sharp in his tone. He would have a profile of my hanging breasts like that. "Wait." He went into his bath and returned with a pair of scissors and cut off the dangling silver bells. "These are distracting." He tossed the scissors on his nightstand. He picked up an Olympus with an extended lens. Let me see your smile." Click. "Good."

On the bed I suddenly remembered the poses I had admired in my magazines. My attitude adjusted to the situation I found myself in; from feeling degraded and forced to model I now wanted to prove to Mr. Jacoby that I could pose in a sultry, sexy, even explicit way with a big genuine delighted smile just for him. He swapped cameras.

He continued giving me directions. He had me stay on my hands and knees, facing away from him, facing the foot of the bed, facing him. He had me sprawl on the bed in all directions propping myself up on my hands usually facing the camera. He had me get up on my knees; cup my breasts, stroke my clit and suck my fingers. He no longer had to tell me to smile; I was voluntarily posturing for him, even flirting with him - I was all warm and squishy. He laid down the Canon.

Suddenly aware of my purpose in his home I asked, "Do you want me to get to work now, Mr. Jacoby?"

"You are working. You are doing very well."

I was elated by his compliment. "Sir, I mean the housework."

"You are here for other purposes."

"But you hired me as a housekeeper, Mr. Jacoby."

"I did because I can't very well list you on your W-2 as a cock-sucker, now can I? What would the tax people think of that job description? What would your parents think?"

I felt the return of guilty humiliation at the mention of my parents but a great thrill by being called a cock-sucker. At least he decisively addressed the function that we both expected me to perform. Had he just opened an opportunity?

"Please let me suck you, Mr. Jacoby! I want nothing more than to please you."

"Very well you horny fucking slut; "boner bonus" time!"

His louder than normal declaration brought me out the comfortable and sensuous state I had lulled myself into. I gave the bluntness of Mr. Jacoby's directions credit for my unnatural compliance to any and every recent command. I was like a marionette letting Mr. Jacoby pull the strings.

I bound off the bed and rushed to kneel between his legs. He chuckled, "You are a hungry little tart, aren't you Andi? I don't need anything fancy, I'll settle for a decent blowjob."

He pulled a five dollar bill out of nowhere. Had he been palming it all this time? Had it been tucked away from view in the creases of the upholstery?

He bent forward and tucked the warm crisp bill under the garter on the inside of my thigh. The upper edge of the crisp bill threatened to tickle my slit with a simple twitch of my pelvis. Had he known that I would beg to pleasure him? Had he waited patiently for me to volunteer this act that from his male point of view may have been the most degrading of feminine submission? Had he planned this all along? I didn't care. I was getting what I wanted - needed.

I had the dreadful, yet respectful feeling that I was in the hands of a master of seduction; a manipulator of naïve young girls. I rose up on my knees, cupped my breasts, licked my lips, fluttered my lashes and gave him a big genuine smile (just like Roxi would have done).

"Very nice; mind if I take some pictures?" Not waiting for a response he picked up the Canon and took a photo of his cock standing tall from my chin to the top of my head. That was an assumption on my part; later seeing that photo I saw that the crown of his shaft stood proud from my chin to be free and clear of the height my maid's cap.

He slid his groin to the edge of the chair, spread his knees wide and let me worship his manhood at my own volition. Mr. Jacoby's cock was so much different than Tony's, Jimmy's and Mr. Cooper's. Not just in size and girth but it didn't have any loose skin covering the head. Both boys and Mr. Cooper had foreskins, but he had none. He was circumcised. Was he Jewish? Unlike the boys he had no pre-cum for me to taste, even though he had been fondling himself off and on. I hadn't gotten far enough with Mr. Cooper to know what his pre-blowjob condition was.

I licked, bathed, kissed and suckled the head; I licked his shaft on the front, back and both sides. His appreciative moans were my reward. Staying motionless at times so the pictures wouldn't be blurred I prayed that Mr. Jacoby appreciated my cooperative compliance.

I recalled all of Roxi's techniques and duplicated each one in turn. Without the foreskin it was a different sensation sliding down on him; not bad, not good - just different. I alternated slow sucks with licks and then more sucking. Each time I had him fully in my mouth I pressed down just a little farther until I had the crown seated at the entrance of my throat. Mr. Jacoby's cock was thicker and longer than the bananas I had practiced with but not as thick as the cucumbers. I should be able to take him. 

I could feel my throat compressing the soft spongy head as it entered. I felt the crown push through and then the hard shaft was about to enter and overwhelm my throat. I began to sputter, choke and gag.

Determined I pressed down but his cock was ejected from my throat as I coughed against it. I rose up to catch a breath of air, and his cock left my warm wet mouth. To cover my failed attempt to swallow him entirely I kissed the smooth head and immediately closed my mouth over it. I increased my stroking and twirled my tongue around. I had enough thick spittle to swish it around in my mouth and Mr. Jacoby humped his hips upward.

I half expected him to grab my hair and force his cock back into my throat. He didn't.

I appreciated my freedom to do as I wanted. I settled into a non-repetitive routine of as many of Roxi's proficiencies as possible. I took my time and slowed my pace as I was in no hurry; in fact, as I had with Jimmy I wanted to linger in the thrill of sucking the magnificent, so different cock Mr. Jacoby was providing. I couldn't believe that I would have this privilege all summer long.

I wasn't paying attention - Mr. Jacoby was close to exploding.

I could tell he was straining to hold off. I gave up my desire to hold him continuously in my mouth and decided to find other things to do with my lips and mouth just like the way he had teased me on Wednesday.

"NO! No, no. Don't stop! Keep stroking and sucking me!"

His wanting to cum when he wanted to was just fine with me because I wanted - needed to have his cum fill my mouth and my tummy.

"I know you would prefer to swallow my cum; but may I paste your face just this one time?"

I was gratified he had asked, knowing he could have done anything he wanted without my permission, however, I understood that he expected a smiling face as he sprayed me and I would be giving up my own reward, at least this first time sucking him.

His spurts were gigantic. His essence splattered my face and hair. I watched long strings fly toward me until I had to close my eyes when a heavy spurt landed on the bridge of my nose and slowly flowed down to each of my eyes pasting them shut.

I did smile as he splattered me; at least I think I did.

"Stay still." I heard the click of a camera, then another. "Tilt your face up. Good." Click. "Now down; open your mouth. Good." Click. "Scoop some of my jism off your face and lick it off your fingers. Good." Click "Good." Click "Great! Sit still."

I felt him stand up and throw one of his legs over my head and walk into the bath. I heard water running and being shut off. He quickly returned and bending over me he began to gently wash off my eyelids with a soft warm wet cloth. The warmth of his hand behind my neck as support while he worked thrilled me. I took the opportunity to sneak my hand up his leg and grip his cock. I didn't do anything but hold it in gratitude.

"OK. I think you're fine now. Open your eyes." The dampness on my eyelashes blurred my vision momentarily. I blinked and batted my lashes up at him. His expression was one of concern.

"I'm fine Mr. Jacoby. Really." He reached over and turned off the video camera I had forgotten about.

He instantly held up another $5 bill for me to see before he slipped it under my other garter snapping the elastic. "Thanks, this is for the photos, Andi."

"No please, I just wanted to thank you, sir."

"Look at me." He was frowning. "Anytime you suck a cock in my employ you get a bonus. On the spot and in cash, understood? I won't always be taking photos.

"But..."

"No buts, young lady. Use my bath to freshen up." He stood up, patted me on the top of my head and left the room ordering me to meet him downstairs when I was finished.

I went over to the mirror and saw a smiling giddy young servant girl with her face plastered with white creamy man frosting. She looked happy; I felt wonderful! I began to reverently scoop each glob off with my "fuck you" finger and took my time savoring each creamy droplet before swallowing. I realized that being shot in the face wasn't all that bad, but letting a boy or man shoot his sperm into my mouth gave me the power and that super special thrill I experienced sucking on a spurting cock.

I went in the master bath dampened a fresh washcloth and removed most of the evidence of my first actual adult blowjob. I considered telling Mr. Jacoby that he could coat my face once in a while but decided not to change my purpose, after all I wanted to taste and swish his goo for my own selfish pleasure. I didn't dry my face; I left the smeared dampness on my face and noticing wayward droplets on Mr. Jacoby's owned tits I rubbed the wayward goo into my naked mounds making them shine temporarily.

I replaced my slides and wobbled to the door and across the hall being very grateful the stairway was uncarpeted and had a banister. I held on tight as I placed one foot on each lower step and moved my other foot alongside it before attempting another step. It was slow going. Mr. Jacoby looked up at me and grinned.

"By the end of the day you'll be dancing around in those."

"I doubt that, sir." I reached the end of the stairs.

"Once again I must stress that I would prefer you only address me as Mr. Jacoby. Drop the 'sir' thing. I am aware you have been lax in the way you have been addressing me this morning. I must insist that you remember my instructions. Further failure to comply will bring about harsh treatment. Do you understand?"

"Yes si... yes, of course Mr. Jacoby." He had promised not to hurt me; had he forgotten? He handed me a glass of sweet tea and carrying one of his own walked over to an upholstered chair and sank down in it; holding another $5 bill between two fingers gesturing me to come and get it.

"Take this bill out of my hand with your teeth and place it in one of your garters on your own, then kiss the hand that provided your cock-sucking revenue. Do it like that from now on. Also, before you start sucking show your gratitude by giving a good smooch to the crown, licking the slit and rolling your tongue around the rim. When you finish cleaning me at the end of my providing you with my ejaculate make your last gestures licking the slit and kissing the crown."

I took a long drink and approached him aware that the tile flooring was slippery. I set my drink down on the floor next to his chair, remained bent over, kissed his fingers and the back of his hand before nipping the bill away. I stepped directly between his legs and rubbed the bill up and down against my rapidly maturing womanhood to let him see that I was willing to tease and please him in any way I could think of.

"You are indeed a cock-hungry slut aren't you Andi? You would suck any cock without the bonus wouldn't you?"

He had my number, should I confess?

I dropped to my knees enclosing his perpetual hard-on with both palms in the manner I used to pray in church and kissed the crown of my heart's desire.

"Mr. Jacoby, for some reason I don't fully understand I am fascinated with the male genitals. I have this compelling desire and need to revere and pleasure any man who will let me suckle him. I think I get as much or more out of it than my partner does. I just love to savor the juices in my mouth. I think you recognized my yearnings when you saw me with Tony and Jimmy in the park."

I suspected I had confessed too much. I began to roll his manhood between my palms. (Roxi had written that undertaking got a man's attention every time.) I wanted him to hear my sincere gratitude and hopeful plea.

"Mr. Jacoby your generosity allows me to do your bidding and hopefully you will require me to learn every way a novice girl like myself can please a man in addition to my own selfish cravings."

There! I said it. Did he understand that I was asking him to take my virginity?

"All in due time, Andi. All in due time. Stop stalling, you little nymph. Suck me!"

He had heard my proposal and understood. He had called me a nymph. Did he think I was a nymphomaniac? Was I? How would I handle being taken completely? Would it be as good as or even better than my experience so far? My mind and entire being was on an overpowering speeding flight.

I set to the work that wasn't work at all. I wanted to give Mr. Jacoby the best blow he had ever had.

I embraced his rod in both of my hands, one on top of the other and guided the crown to my mouth. I could see a large blob of pre-cum that had oozed from the tip from my spinning the loose flesh of his staff. Ravenous for his taste I licked it off and plunged the whole dome into my mouth. My tongue washed his fluid off its source and coated the insides of my cheeks. My hands slipped away from him and I braced my torso as I lifted myself higher over him intent on mashing my face against his pubic hair.

As Mr. Jacoby's cock pressed against the entrance to my throat I quelled the first involuntary gag reflex as my tummy did flip flops. I relaxed my jaw and let his cock head slide unimpeded into my expanding passage. I felt the skin under my chin stretch tight and the sides of my neck broaden to accommodate the invading shaft.

The undersides of my fully open strained lips were tickled as I reached my goal. I had to breathe through my nose as my esophagus was blocked completely. My uncontrolled gagging now massaged my captive as my throat contracted and relaxed providing Mr. Jacoby with my very best effort. I found that withdrawing only a fraction of an inch gave me some relief as my lower throat was released from the pressure.

I came up for air choking on and gulping the abundance of thick spittle that my guzzling had created. With an unlady-like snort I engulfed him again feeling no resistance as I quickly reclaimed all of him. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples as my spontaneous retching brought moans and gasps from Mr. Jacoby.

He patted my hair, then entangled his fingers through it but didn't try to force my mouth further down his throbbing shaft. I felt a great respect for his thoughtfulness. He let me indulge my own experimentation without demands or the awkward brutality that Tony had wrought on me. I knew I was a very lucky girl!

As I continued my task the spontaneous retching subsided and I found I had to deliberately swallow to create the clenching sensations for him. It was exciting to regain control and improvise newer and hopefully better sensations for both of us. "I'm a cock-sucker - I'm a cock-sucker was a repetitious melodic tune that I created in my mind as I honed Roxi's methods and invented routines of my own.

I was so grateful that Mr. Jacoby didn't suddenly spurt like Tony or dibble like Jimmy. I had a real man to practice on. When he did finally ejaculate I was blessed with an abundance of his elixir. He let me take my time reveling in my accomplishment with tiny kisses and nips as I cleaned his genitals.

Rather than appearing exhausted as Tony complained Mr. Jacoby seemed rejuvenated. He stood up.

"Let's play a game. When I pull on your right tit I want you to say "I'm a cock-sucking slut!" When I pinch your left tit I want you to say "I am a cum-loving whore!"

He pinched my left breast hard, pulling me to my feet.

"I'm a cum-loving whore." He pinched it harder. "Say it with enthusiasm, Cunt!




Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 01



"I'm a cum-loving whore!"

"Better."

He pulled on my right tit. "I am a cock-sucking slut!" I had to prance as he drew me off balance. I suddenly realized wearing the heels that I was almost as tall as Mr. Jacoby. That would make embraces and kissing so much better.

"Louder." He pulled on it harder and I had to step into him. "I am a cock-sucking slut!" I shouted.

He pinched, then pulled, pulled, pulled, pinched, pinched, and pinched again. I tried to giggle for his benefit as I proclaimed my status with each cruel prompt. As he kept at my now tender breasts; there were tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't believe that his harsh treatment was also making me extremely excited.

When he tired of my forced cavorting he released my tortured tits (his tortured tits).

"I want you to watch another video with me. Perhaps you can pick up some pointers. Different men have favorite techniques they enjoy a woman to use. Don't worry they will tell you what they want."

I looked at him quizzically. "You haven't given me any directions this morning, Mr. Jacoby."

"I wanted to see what your natural talents were."

He used a remote to start a tape on the screen.

"Why don't you practice walking in your heels while you watch the tape? Take your tea with you." Mr. Jacoby was asking a lot. He was giving me at least three things on which to concentrate.

I left the stool and began to practice walking. It wasn't second nature yet. I took very small steps but also let my hips sway so Mr. Jacoby would enjoy watching me. It was much easier than on the carpet upstairs; however I was very careful as I knew if I slipped or stumbled on the tile I would probably drop and break the glass. Mr. Jacoby wasn't making it easy. I walked back and forth across the room in profile to Mr. Jacoby, keeping my focus on the screen in each direction.

A black and white scene appeared to be an older vintage performance that had originally been filmed and was now transferred to tape. The recording was without sound so I had to keep a keen eye on the action and imagine the comments and sounds portrayed by the actors.

The opening showed a line of clothed men in an unfinished basement. The camera panned up and over to display a woman in a short shear nightie, stockings, garter belt and heels coming down the stairs. A well-dressed gentleman greeted her with European kisses and escorted her over to the other men. He made introductions and she curtsied; kissing each of the men on the cheek. When she reached the end of the line nearest the camera she dropped to her knees and that man unzipped and extended a sleepy cock toward her.

All of the men fumbled to expose their pride and joy and began jerking themselves in preparation for the woman's oral attention. Most were small to medium size when soft but each guy grew to a nice size, if not as big as Mr. Jacoby. I realized I was a very lucky girl.

The camera moved in and out getting close-ups of her efforts. There was no doubt that she seemed to be enjoying herself as she often looked into the camera, smiled, rolled her eyes and gave unheard comments. She displayed a thick clump of armpit hair as she worked. She looked up and talked to each of the men as she worked her way back down the line. I was envious.

I wondered what it would be like to have a whole room full of hard cocks just waiting for my service. Some of the men grasped her head and set the pace; others let her stroke and suck them but did seem to give her commands in crude terms. All of the men mauled her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Some of the men appeared to giggle like little boys as they exchanged comments about the woman.

Why did men in a group setting have to act like children and spoil such a beautiful and exciting act? All of the men shot their first spurt into her mouth and sprayed the rest of their jism onto her face, hair and negligée. She smiled up at each man as her face was becoming more and more glazed in cum as each subsequent man shot his load with an exaggerated unheard roar. I knew I wouldn't waste so much cum like that.

"You'll notice that her technique is much like yours." I saw no reason to explain to him why she was using her mouth as a reservoir; she was letting the cum coat her mouth and she was savoring it.

"Like any good cock-sucker she lets the men direct her engagement if they want; you can see each man has his own preferences."

The woman was stroking herself and I stopped in midstride realizing I was unconsciously stroking myself as well. Looking at Mr. Jacoby in humiliation I saw an understanding smile and a nod from him.

WOW! I had no idea I was doing that. I drew my free hand up and cupped my right breast, then released it in another fit of shame. I took a long drink to cover my reason for stopping. Mr. Jacoby chuckled; I wasn't fooling him. He knew I was on the edge.

"Do whatever feels good, Andi."

The film ended with a close-up of the woman smiling and collecting the pools of cum off her face and breasts and slurping it down as she waved good-bye to her unseen audience.

The screen went black so I strutted over to the barstool letting my breasts sway each time my heels struck the tiles with a surprising amount of confidence. My toes had slipped further forward under the straps. Concentrating on the video had helped me forget about my dangerous stroll. Mr. Jacoby seemed to appreciate my slutty prancing.

"Well done. There is more to see."

On the same tape a second scene was in color and had sound. It flashed short close-ups of many girls' smiling faces and their stage names, and then displayed the first girl on her knees loudly sucking on a hard cock. Her abandoned sucking created noisy slurping and gurgling. She giggled a lot.

Mr. Jacoby motioned for me to start prancing again. I watched each girl do her thing as I strutted and sashayed like a prancing pro. I was showing off; my inhibitions were gone. I realized that I was competing with the girls on the video for Mr. Jacoby's attention.

All of cock-sucking girls seemed to be happy and anxious to please. It was reassuring that I wasn't the only girl that thoroughly enjoyed being a cock-sucker. Each girl seemed to have one specialty; one hummed, one did her version of the wrist-twist, one never suckled at all she was all licks, strokes and squeezes, another did separate but continuous down-the-throat guzzles with an exaggerated breathless pause between each gobble.

The common thread was that the girls' all smiled, winked and chatted with their partners. I did notice that every single girl complimented the guy by describing his cock as sooo big if he was well endowed and sooo hard or sooo delicious if his appendage was less than impressive.

Some of the girls sought positive responses with questions, others gave a running commentary about how excited they were becoming and that they wanted - needed - their partners to cum for them and others made passionate pleas to be fucked.

It was clear what Mr. Jacoby was pointing out to me. It was obvious that I was to employ sweet and dirty talk as part of my sucking.

"I have been too quiet and don't do pauses and cute comments do I?"

"No you don't, although your skills are suburb. You can see that a profession fellatrix not only gives great head, she performs and entertains. I want you to add these types of vocalizations to your repertoire."

I made a mental note to make a list of provocative and ego-building comments to memorize.

"Come over here and let me hear how much you love to suck my cock."

Mr. Jacoby held out another fiver as he pressed down on my shoulders which aligned my mouth with his renewed protruding prick. I gratefully settled into my submissive routine.

It was easy to compliment him on his size and girth. I repeatedly confessed in every way I could think of how much I enjoyed sucking him although I wasn't all that happy having to stop slurping and letting his cock escape my oral attention for even those few moments it took to describe my passion.

I was still on my knees gratefully servicing him for the third time this morning when we both heard his garage door automatically opening and then a car roar into it. I was startled and concerned and tried to pull away from him but he captured and held my head firmly. The revving of a powerful engine before there was silence didn't help my distress.

"Don't stop now, there is nothing to worry about; it's just a friend of mine."

to be continued...



Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 02



Was it one of his buddies that he said would welcome my practicing? So soon? I heard the garage door grinding to close and within moments the inside entry door opened and I heard high heels click across the kitchen floor.

What? NO! Not a WOMAN! I couldn't be caught like this! Again, I tried to disengage from my task but Mr. Jacoby kept my head suspended with just the crown of his cock inside my mouth.

"Hi Lover, I see you are up to your old tricks."

Her lilting voice was husky with a pleasant varying pitch as if she were singing. I could smell her light perfume with the aroma of fresh baked cookies as she approached. From my impeded peripheral vision the partial figure of a young blonde woman wearing a red dress glided over to us. She bent over me and I heard her plant a long wet kiss on Mr. Jacoby.

A bejeweled hand slid down his chest and her spread red fingertips forked around his manhood just below my immobile lips and tongue. Her long red nails must have pricked the top of his scrotum because his splayed pelvis humped upward and his hand droved my mouth down against her fingers and his cock buried itself in my throat. He held me firmly in place. My tummy began to tremble and quiver as I began to choke and gag. Where was the control I thought I had mastered? Mr. Jacoby's cock throbbed in response to the pressure created by my discomfort.

"Taken it in the ass lately, Candice?"

"Saving it for you, my love. So this is Andi. Let me take a look at her!"

From the tone of her request I couldn't judge if she had no interest in watching Mr. Jacoby get a blowjob or if she wanted to take on the endeavor herself. Ether way this intruder was, deliberately or no, rescuing me from the verge of asphyxiation.

Mr. Jacoby released his grip on my head and I came up coughing and sputtering with tears in my eyes and an absolute morbid sense of shame and embarrassment for being perceived by this stranger in a circumstance that insinuated I couldn't give a proper blowjob.

I timidly looked up at her as she stood beside his chair bent forward with her face just inches from mine with a gleeful smile. Out of Mr. Jacoby's line of sight she gave me a co-conspirator's wink.

She was fully made-up and had shoulder length wavy hair with two long ringlets framing her beautiful face. Her figure was stunning. The bodice of her dress had a slash all the way down to her waist and the insides of her braless tanned breasts were clearly visible.

"Brad tells me you are an enthusiastic fellatrix but need some tutoring to refine your skills at other fun things to do. Stand up girl and let me get a good look at you."

I looked at Mr. Jacoby for direction.

"Do whatever Candice tells you to do. She is here to help you."

I kissed Mr. Jacoby's still firm cock as the sign of respect that he wanted whenever I was told to abandon my oral undertakings with him and stood up staying between his legs.

"Cute uniform, Brad. Walk around for me girly."

I was used to strutting for Mr. Jacoby but I felt absolutely humiliated to be required to perform for this stranger; a woman no less. I felt so degraded, particularly wearing my miniscule uniform that was intended to be worn to tease and please Mr. Jacoby and some of his buddies later on. I strolled across the room with my head up and shoulders back as Mr. Jacoby required; I didn't employ any teasing moves.

When I turned to face the two of them and I was traumatized to see that Candi was crouched alongside Mr. Jacoby with her arm extended over the arm of his chair stroking his cock as if it was an ordinary circumstance and she was naked save for her heels. How had she undressed so fast when my back turned? Her knees were spread and her vulva appeared to be aimed at me on purpose. She was completely naked -- she didn't have any pubic hair at all!

She broke my trance-like state. "Come back here and put a little wiggle into it, Andi."

As I slowly returned, my eyes flitted from her face, her perfect round breasts and her exposed womanhood. All the models in my magazines had pubic hair like me, although most, but not all were trimmed and shaped. I did strut as she asked. Out of the blue, I wanted her to like me.

When I stopped before them Candice released Mr. Jacoby, stood, reached out and guided me to stand in front of her. Some of Mr. Jacoby's seeping cum and my thick spittle that had transferred to her hand coated my shoulder as she pulled me to her.

I couldn't look her in the eye, and found myself admiring her breasts; judging the size, weight and softness. I had always wanted to be like the models, but I had never even considered being touched by another woman. Not understanding why; I wanted to touch her; I wanted to fondle her breasts, squeeze them and kiss them. She lifted my chin and lightly kissed my lips.

She nuzzled my neck on the far side out of Mr. Jacoby's view.

"I think you are beautiful and very special. I won't let Brad hurt you. You and I are going to have a fun day teasing him. Okay?"

I numbly nodded my head as she began removing each item of my costume taking the opportunity to also explore with her hands each area of my body as it was uncovered. Her touch was so much more sensuous and stimulating than either Mr. Jacoby's or Mr. Cooper's. The warmth of her palms raised my fuzzy hairs wherever they caressed me. She directed her comments to Mr. Jacoby as she discarded my attire; dropping each skimpy article onto her dress pooled on the floor.

"She has nice smooth unblemished skin and good proportions. Her muscles are soft and feminine. Her waist is so tiny that her breasts and buttocks seem larger than they are. Go easy on exercises for her; work on her stamina and of course she should learn all the provocative calisthenics you and your crew enjoy so much. Yes, as a party girl I think she will do nicely!"

I felt so mortified and degraded being judged by her like some farm animal. She studied my face.

"She has that apparent innocence that is rare. She'll probably keep that expression because it comes naturally to her. She needs a make-over and a bit of a trim but she should keep her camouflage; it will authenticate her allusion of virginity. She should be good for a dozen sessions before she exhausts that glow if you can control yourself and leave her alone. You've found a winner, Brad!"

She had avoided touching my titties and my muffin, which frustrated me because I wanted her to take me completely. I was trembling and shaking by the time she had me as naked as she was and finished with her appraisal of me. I had heard what she said; there were a lot of implications I didn't understand but I would have to analyze all of it later; I was too caught up in the moment to process everything.

Mr. Jacoby clarified her opinion, "Andi is still a virgin; her specialty is cock-sucking."

Candi studied my eyes; her contemplation was penetrating. With the tip of her forefinger she massaged my recently exercised lips before probing my mouth and deliberately flicking the tip of my tongue.

"I believe you. Girls?"

"None. That's one of the reasons I wanted you to coach her today."

"Well, isn't this my lucky day!" She pulled me to her and embraced me in an infectious joyous manner. I couldn't help but smile and responded to her rocking me from side-to-side by returning my own hugs and wiggles. Our breasts were mashed together. She placed one of her legs between mine and used her upper thigh to grind against my womanhood. I was comforted and delighted to be embraced by her. My enthusiasm was apparent to her and Mr. Jacoby who was sitting there stroking himself and enjoying our instantaneous bonding. I couldn't believe how sexually agitated she was making me.

"Are you sure you want me to take her well past your usually third week of training?" She hugged me tightly and nuzzled the side of my face away from Mr. Jacoby. She whispered a secretive message.

"Don't be afraid; I won't hurt you. This mother-fucking pervert loves to watch two girls make out. Reach down and finger me."

That was the last thing I would have thought I wanted to do, but I found my hand gliding down the side of her body and sneak in between us. She pulled away like she was happily surprised.

"Easy, easy girl; we have all afternoon to play. Why don't we go out to the pool and relax for a while?" Why had she given me that direction and then pretended that I fondled her on my own?

Mr. Jacoby chuckled and said he thought that was a great idea. "I'll prepare some refreshments for you."

Candi picked up her over-sized handbag and led me by the hand as she walked out to the pool area. Our nudity outside made me consider our security for only a moment. If Candi was comfortable with it, I should be too. Wearing nothing but our heels we sat down on the side of one of the double loungers facing the house.

She wrapped my shoulders in her arm, "We don't have much time for girl talk. Did you feel the same sparks that I felt when we embraced? That turned me on, and I haven't felt that with a girl in a long, long time."

"I've never been touched by a girl like that, Candice" I confessed. "I felt an excited surge go through me."

"Call me Candi; Andi and Candi sounds sweet, doesn't it? I think you and I are going to be special friends. I hope so, but for now we need to get to work. Tell me, how do you like Brad's training so far?"

"I really like him; I like what he does to me and what he makes me do for him even though he is forcing me."

"Forcing you?"

"He has video tapes of me sucking some boys in the park next door and he has taken photos and another tape of me sucking him. He stays so distant and formal, I am not sure he is pleased with me."

I didn't tell her about his pleasuring me on film in case she had a jealous streak, although that thought was a mystery to me. Why should she be jealous? Did she actually have a thing for me?

"He adores you! He told me all about your public indiscretions, you naughty, naughty girl. I'm anxious to see those tapes. Brad's pretense of a blackmail threat was just to get you to agree to be cooperative and participate in some fun and games; he won't use any of that against you. He can be a really a good guy but he has his quirks."

She patted my knee. "You can trust him as far as you can throw him." She giggled. "She slid her soft gentle hand up my thigh and squeezed it. 

"You can trust me more. I know all his tricks. Brad had a bad experience with the last girl he trained for Vera; the ding-a-ling fell in love with him, so he told me he wasn't going to have that happen again. If fact, he took a break from training and then he found you. You gave him a new energy and he has you on the fast track like a prized money-maker."

Her revelations made my head swim. Hearing that Mr. Jacoby 'adored' me made me overjoyed. A great relief swept over me. That Candi knew all about my training initiated a lot of questions in my mind. Inexplicably, I wanted her to see me on the tapes.

"What do you mean 'fast track'? And who is Vera?"

"Brad usually spends a couple of weeks, as many as three or four, alone with a girl getting her to respond to his suggestions without question before he calls me in and wants them to do the spa bit and experience the girl-girl thing. He is usually very methodical; with you he seems to want to turn you out quickly.

Vera schedules appointments in the city for me and other working girls like me. She doesn't know about you yet; from what Brad told me on the phone she never will. Don't rat me out; I'm speaking out of turn here."

I didn't comprehend what she saying so I just nodded as if I did. Mr. Jacoby came out with a tray of drinks and a bucket of ice and placed the tray down on the table beside us.

"I'll leave you two girls alone to get to know each other." He picked up one of the filled glasses and walked back to the covered patio and sat down facing us but out of earshot at one of the tables.

Confident that he wouldn't hear me I asked her why he was training girls.

"He has this thing about turning out virgins or near-virgins, for now just be grateful that he is such an impressive lover. He makes you feel wonderful doesn't he?"

"Oh yes! He makes me feel things I've only dreamt about." I wondered if I could tell her the truth. In a spur-of-the-moment self-confidence I decided I could.

"I've dreamed of sucking men for ages and ages. When I first saw a cartoon of a woman doing that to a man; I just knew that was what I wanted, even needed to do. Mr. Jacoby saw me doing it for my very first time with those boys in the park. He hired me to be his housekeeper, but that is just a legal excuse for the two of us to practice my skills and for him to teach me all the things a grown man and a woman can do for each other."

"So that's how he conned you into that uniform. He's really good with his tongue and his fingers, isn't he?"

"He sure is; he made me cum over and over. I even fainted the first time!"

"Being a man he is an exception. Most men don't know how to truly please a woman. Cunnilingus is an unattainable art form for most of them. It takes a woman to know how to orally pleasure her own kind. Hey, we are going to start burning if we don't put on some sun-screen." Candi reached into her bag at her feet and pulled several bottles of lotions out and placed them on the table with our drinks.

"I'll do you first; then you can do me."

"Lie down on your tummy, close your eyes and enjoy the sensations. Remember, Brad is watching so we need to put on a little show for him."

As I moved to lie down I glanced over to Mr. Jacoby and sure enough he was concentrating on the two of us and had his cock in his hand. I wished I could hold, stroke, and suck him while Candi massaged me. "Life is all about having fun, Andi. It's a good day to have fun, isn't it?"

"Un huh." I didn't want her to think I was over anxious.

"Just relax, if there is anything I do that you don't want me to do; just tell me and if there is anything you like, tell me that too."

She kissed me on the back of my neck which started hair-raising shivers all over me.

"Am I making you nervous?"

"No, all this is something new to me, but your hands feel nice." Why didn't I tell her I liked her kisses?

"New is good, I bet I can show you a lot of new fun things. Your skin is so soft and your muscles are so supple." She pressed her breasts against my back. "I can feel your heart beating."

She smoothed some fragrant lotion on my shoulders and upper arms. She trailed kisses everywhere she spread the lotion as she massaged it into my skin. Her breath created an uncommon chill on my skin, and just as quickly I felt a sensation of unnatural heat.

"What are you putting on me?"

"It's Wintergreen. Doesn't it feel marvelous?"

"It's cold then hot."

"Doesn't it make your senses race from one extreme to the other? Just the tiniest drop on your special bits, like your nipples or your clit does excruciating miracles."

"Yes, it feels wonderful!"

She began to kiss my skin lower down my back where she hadn't applied the lotion. Her breasts slid along my back as she moved. She licked the small of my back and then slid her wet tongue down to my buttocks. She licked the top of the crease and then dove down between the hillocks. She used both hands; one on each of my butt checks to massage and spread them open as each of her fingers dug deep into my flesh. I felt one of her lotion covered fingertips tap at the ring around my anus.

"You are going to love this."

She straddled my hips and returned to kissing my neck.

The coolness spread on and around my pucker. It became colder and colder, then I perceived it turning warm, warmer and hot -- too hot. The weight of her body on me left me squirming and grinding my hips, unable to stop the intense and electrifying sensations driving me to seek relief.

When the heat dissipated, I lay limp. My cunny was awash with fluids.

I felt her body movement as she reached behind her and dabbed a larger dollop on my tender, tortured fissure again.

I waited for the next welcomed agony to begin. Candi began to hump herself in the saddle the small of my back made and I felt her moisture smear itself along the length of her strides.

I turned off my consciousness and let the lotion work its magic as I dug my nails into the padding below me. The time of my torment was extended threefold. I bask in the range of unnerving sensations and my reactions gave Candi one hell of a ride.

When I lay exhausted, numb and unmoving Candi ask me to roll over as she dismounted me. She curled up on her side pressing against me. She kissed me like a lover.

"This is nice, right?"

"Un huh, I like your kisses."

"And you are a very good kisser."

She ignored my breasts as she slid down my torso and kissed and licked my belly button. Her tongue swirled around my outie. She nibbled on it.

She came back up and kissed my chin and then my lips; her tongue invading my mouth for the first time. She lingered as she used her tongue inside my mouth the same way I used mine on cocks.

"I think you are getting a little more comfortable."

I giggled. "You're making me tingly all over."

"I feel tingly too! Tingly is good isn't it? Would you do me a big favor and kiss and lick my nipples? Being with you has made them swell and feel lonely. Please lick them; make them wet and nibble on them."

She rose up, suspended her breasts above my face and lowered them to my mouth.

"You are just so cute. I want to enjoy every inch of your body starting here." She nuzzled my ear as I feasted on her billowy bust. She raised and lowered her torso, swayed her twins from side to side making my targets elusive; making me exert extreme effort to do her bidding. Not being able to claim a purchase, the best I could do was slobber on the swinging flesh above me.

She looked down at me, giggled and abandoned her teasing; resting her torso on my mouth so I could service her nipples properly. Her soft nubs were proudly standing out, yet they didn't get hard from my attention.

She sighed as I took in one of them and as much of her melon-like flesh as I could. I used my swishing technique on first one and then the other. She let me dawdle and swivel my flicking tongue from one to the other. I was in heaven!

She kissed my neck, and slid lower trailing kisses down my body. At times she sucked in my loose skin and bit it hard enough so I would have observable hickies to remember her by. She was being a lover; doing all the things I had envisioned Prince Charming doing to me.

When she reached my pelvis she rained kisses all across my anxious flesh avoiding the one place that I wanted her lips and tongue to pleasure. She looked up at me with a longing expression.

"You know what I want to do for you, don't you?"

"Yes, I want you to."

Her fingertips glided over my puffy lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, please."

She bent down and let her tongue follow her fingers as they spread and opened my lips, all the way down until her tongue stabbed into my gaping hole and suctioned the built up juices that she had created in me.

"You are such a sweet juicy little virgin; I could fall in love with you."

She spread my lips open with the fingertips of both hands and began to slither her tongue in up strokes into the furrows and crests of my multi-layered vulva's bits, when she reached my clit she nibbled on it, then flicked it with quick gentle grazes.

I couldn't help but compare her skills to Mr. Jacoby's. She was paying homage; Mr. Jacoby had devoured me. Mr. Jacoby's bristles had distracted from his application and her soft flesh melded to my skin. Mr. Jacoby drove me to a fit of passion and exhaustion, Candi was generating tiny spasms that promised a heavenly bliss and a spiritual state of grace forever and ever.




Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 02



"Oh Candi, I love that."

"I do too, isn't it just fantastic?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop!"

She was looking up at my eyes as she continued to pleasure me. I began to fondle my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pinching, pulling and stretching them as she took me higher and higher. I knew I was going to reach an orgasm long before I wanted to even though she wasn't rushing me to a peak. I never wanted her tongue to stop the stimulation it was performing. Never ever! The exhilaration was just too much. I began bucking and humping my pelvis up into her face.

"That's it Andi! Fuck my face! Give me what I want."

She wrapped her arms around my upturned thighs pulling my entire mons into her encouraging mouth and drank my juices as I flooded her vacuuming orifice. I came in spurts and gushes just like a man did. She kept her encouraging mouth pressed to me as I twisted and squirmed as my cunny contracted and swelled in rapid spasms. My entire body was overtaken with convulsions and tremors.

She relinquished the pressure of her mouth but stayed glued to my threshold as I calmed down from my incredible orgasms. Not one, two or three, but continuous equal pinnacles I had never experienced before. Too soon the extraordinary pulses slowed. I knew my dalliances in the past needed to be reclassified from foreplay to child's play.

After minutes of luxurious oblivion, she gave my swollen lips a light kiss and crawled up over me.

"Taste yourself, Andi." She pressed her lips to mine and let some of my own juices drip into my mouth. "You are so fresh and lovely. We must do this again sometime soon -- in private."

She looked over toward Mr. Jacoby; smiled and whispered, "Don't tell Brad; keep it our little secret."

I had to tell her how I felt, "You are so perfect, I want to kiss and hold you forever and ever."

"I think you're perfect for me too, but it is your turn. He wants to see you do me."

She rolled the two of us over so I was on top.

I scrambled to my knees and bent over her. I took charge without thinking. I owed her so much. I wanted to return the pleasure she had given me. There was only one problem. After kissing her with genuine passion I nibbled at her ear and whispered, "I've never done anything like this before; I don't know if..."

"Don't worry. Just do what I did and fake the rest for Brad. I'll guide you along."

"I'm not doing this for Mr. Jacoby."

"I know, I know, but pretend you are. He's testing you, so give him a good show."

I kissed her as she glided one hand down my back while the other hand stole down between us and curled two fingers inside me.

"Don't! Please I can't concentrate if you do that."

She rolled over onto her stomach to take her opportunistic hands out of play.

I knew I didn't have to kiss and lick her for any length of time because we both were extremely turned-on, but I wanted to return each and every manual and oral caress she had introduced.

I was thrilled to be able to touch her on my own initiative. I braced myself on my knees and went to work. I lifted her soft fragrant hair and started on her neck and shoulders. I looked over at Mr. Jacoby and he was watching me cater to Candi; he was smiling and jacking himself off. At the moment I didn't care if he wasted a cum without me.

"You can be a little firmer with your hands, Andi. Give me a nice massage while you do that. Remember Brad is watching; let's give him a sensuous show, OK?" She was giving me permission to make my efforts look and be as sexy as I wanted. I straddled her hips and explored her back as if I knew what I was doing. She said my muff ticked her butt. She talked me through what felt good to her.

"I'm twenty; how old are you, Andi?"

"I just turned eighteen. I didn't think I would meet a man like Mr. Jacoby until I got to college. My first blow was with a college guy, but he turned out to be just like a little boy."

"All men are little boys, sweet cheeks. A woman can make all of them jump through hoops by just batting her eyes. What college are you going to?"

"UCLA in California."

"Really? That sounds like a fun adventure. I want to go to California someday and live on the beach. Can you imagine summer being all year long?"

"Mmm, I'm looking forward to that."

After pouring a pool of the chocolate smelling cocoa butter sun-screen between her shoulder blades I lathered her entire back with it. Her flesh wasn't as pliable as mine; her muscles were firm. She gave me directions when my grip or pressure wasn't firm enough. If she hadn't reminded me to do her arms I would have missed doing them. Her casual chatting let me take my time and explore her fabulous body to my heart's content.

"I finished a year and a half at the community college in the city but my grades weren't too good because I was boy-crazy and was known as the 'Saturday Night Delight' by any male that could scrape together two Jacksons. These days my minimum is three Franklins. I put half the net in the bank and spend the rest."

I froze in mid-stroke. "Three Franklins? That's three hundred dollars!"

"Sure. That's the going rate if a girl is young and pretends to be dumb and horny. I don't work every night, but some nights I book two dates right in a row. When I do that I triple my savings."

I had to know. "What do you do for three Franklins?" I felt sophisticated using her code word for money.

"Everything and anything that my little boys want. I'd get bored just doing one thing all the time."

As I began to smooth in the lotion again I felt very special because she was sharing her secrets with me.

"Turn around Andi; do my legs first, I want you to do my butt last." It was a long stretch to get to her feet and I had to mount her buttocks. She made it easier for me by lifting her legs up at the knees like two pillars before me. She pointed her toes upward and for a moment her calves looked like huge twin penises to me. That thought made me use both of my hands in the same way I would grip and stoke a cock and I spent a long time jacking off each of them. Mr. Jacoby was still watching with interest.

I slid off her buttocks and settled my throbbing pussy onto the small of her back. After re-loading more lotion on both hands I gripped her athletic, firm, feminine mounds and lathered them with a flourish. Would she be offended if I tongue-fucked her rosebud? I spread her cheeks and bent forward, swirled my tongue around her wrinkled star and then darted my stiffened tongue against its center.

"Damn girl! Brad has rushed your training. I'll give you hours and hours before you stop doing that! You've found my weakness."

She arched her back and raised her hips which gave me greater access to my target. I was delighted that I was pleasing her. As she humped up to meet my stabs my breasts pressed against her hind slopes and were stimulated in a soft and tender way.

"We will have to continue this later. Brad is getting restless; he wants us to speed things up. Let me turn over."

I raised one leg and braced it on my foot to give her room to roll over.

On her back with her head turned toward Mr. Jacoby I realized that she could watch him watch us just as I had done. Did he give her some sort of signal? I hadn't heard him call out. I couldn't lift my eyes to look over at him due to the guilt I felt for enjoying Candi so much and the angry because he was taking away the time I could spend worshiping her.

I wished I had two -- no, three mouths -- no, five mouths to service her. I giggled as I imagine myself with multiple heads and active mouths; one kissing her mouth, two others nibbling her on her soft nipples, another teasing her clit and the last one stabbing her star. I almost lost it when I realized that I hadn't considered her ears, her fingers and toes or her armpits. The image of me with a hundred heads faded as I relinquished my position.

When I was on my hands and knees above her she gave me instructions.

"Forget the foreplay, Brad wants you face down in my crotch right now."

I had to give her an appreciative kiss, and then I slithered down her body and positioned myself between her splayed legs.

Wow, there it was right in front of my eyes; a real, genuine adult naked pussy. It wasn't like any other I had seen in the locker room at school. Every girl's modesty below the waist was ensured due to the hairy matting we each had. I hadn't paid much attention. Why would I? The hairy muffs on the models in my magazines were artistically posed so there was no hint as to what a real adult pussy looked like.

On display just inches from my salivating mouth was the unspoiled view of the threshold of what many men, by her own admission, paid a fortune to ravish. Her outer lips were slightly darker than her tanned skin; her inner lips were darker still and curled inward yet stood out from their protective sisters. I couldn't believe that her protruding clitoris was so plumb. It looked like a mini-boob no -- it looked like a mini-penis protruding out of its own foreskin. Had she made it so as she rode me? She must have. Was she making it throb or was she that close to coming?

She reached down and spread her soft crinkled inner lips and the form of a butterfly was created; its wings spreading out to each edge of her thighs where her pelvis began. The wet dark pink edges of her grotto was shaped like a teardrop, I could see the inner walls were a bright bubble-gum pink. I took her action as an unmistakable invitation.

"Do it! Make me come for you."

I slinked forward and had to decide where I should begin. Her clit? No, it was probably too sensitive. Knowing my own cunny so well I was sure I could gage her level of elation and excitement.

Her feminine passage? Yes, there I could taste her nectar on the very first stroke of my tongue. I placed my own fingertips over hers so that we shared the responsibility of her open submission.

She moaned at my touch. I pressed forward and lapped at and into her inner sanctum. My tongue was coated with sweet fragrant fruity syrup. I glommed onto her, trying to seal off her fountain. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could, using it like a scoop to gather up all of her essence. She humped upward shouting, "YES! YES!"

Was she that please with what I was doing or was she trying to impress Mr. Jacoby on my behalf? I vowed to interrogate her at the first opportunity. I so wanted her reaction to be genuine. I spread my forefingers so they moved to each side of her protruding button. I applied a light pressure on the sleeve of her clit, pressing each finger closer and closer to each other.

I had done this to myself from the other direction often. It didn't hurt but gathered all the wonderful sensations together there. Coming during that circumstance was heavenly.

I had to hang on for dear life as Candi was rolling her hips as if she was fucking my face. I noted that her reactions weren't that much different than a man's.

She hissed, "Bite my clit! Hurt me!"

Her demand shocked me. She hadn't been cruel to me; was I hearing her correctly? Wanting to please her I let my teeth find her bloated pestle and bit down lightly.

"Harder! Harder! Hurt me, Andi." She was pleading for my acquiescence. I made my teeth grind together.

"YES! YES!"

The sweet fluids of her orgasm flooded my mouth. A sudden bright flash brought me fitfully back to reality. NOT NOW! I heard Mr. Jacoby's voice very near our utopia.

"That's it suck her dry!" The flashes and clicks were spaced close together. He continued to give me asinine directions. "Finger her!" I had to release her clit to do his bidding and was grateful to hear her moan in frustration. I knew we were one in our resentment for being interrupted.

"Use all four fingers; she can take it!" I was as gentle and careful as I could be as I inserted my straighten fingers inside her. Flashes and clicks followed every command.

"Lift up your face! Smile!" My respect for Mr. Jacoby was fading fast.

"Jam your hand all the way inside and hold it." I curled my fingers and pressed forward. When all of my knuckles were wet I knew that, if my thumb was tucked into my arched palm with the slightest more pressure I could have fist-fucked her. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing and photographing that so I pretended to be fully seated and waited for the clicks and flashes.

"Stick a thumb up her ass, she loves that!"

I was suspended on my forearms. I looked up at Candi. Her eyes were riveted shut and she was biting her lip as she rolled her head side-to-side. I knew I wasn't hurting her so I suspected she was holding herself in check so she wouldn't shout out profanities to our boss. I know I wanted to give him what for, but his hold over me kept me remorsefully quiet.

I licked my free thumb and swirled it around her anus, which was already generously lubricated from her earlier flows. I was frustrated that I had let so much of her juices escape. I eased my thumb inside her and felt her give it a series of sly contractions. I giggled, thinking that she was communicating with me by Morris code.

Mr. Jacoby misunderstood the source of my amusement.

"That's it! Look up."

I knew that photo was going to show me happily cunt finger-fucking and ass thumb-fucking Candi with extreme joy. He leaned in and took several close-ups of my busy hands, then told me to keep at it as he placed his camera on the table and went to the top of the lounge.

He turned around, backed over Candi, pressed his cock downward and forced it against her lips.

"Show Andi how you get me ready to ream your ass, whore."

Candi took the entire length of him without a struggle. He braced his hands on his knees and pumped downward strokes into her welcoming mouth. I could see the outline of his cock slide down her throat. His ball sack bounced on and around her chin. Candi raised her hands, cupped his cheeks and guided his pace

I continued to saw my fingers in and out of her as I watched, but I certainly wasn't trying to get her off. I wanted to jam my fist into her just to prove that I could, but I wanted that to be special for her -- in private.

I observed her right hand slide up to his crease and was surprised when she roughly slammed three compressed fingers into his anus. He screeched like a little girl.

"YES!"

I slipped my fingers out of her and returned to giving her soggy slippery lips loving kisses. I let my thumb rotate in her ass. Her wiggles and squirms told me she was appreciating my efforts. I hoped she knew that I was worshiping her. I relished being able to please her.

Mr. Jacoby shouted, "ENOUGH!"

He sprang up, spun around and rushed toward me. Candi rolled off the lounge. He flopped me over onto my back and then grabbing both of my ankles spun me around so my head was near the foot and my feet near the head of the lounge as he returned to stand above my face. I admired how he could move me at will.

As soon as I was in place Candi, as if knowing what Mr. Jacoby wanted, straddled my legs, got on her hands and knees and crawled backwards toward our employer until her hips and womanhood was suspended above my face.

She yelled out what she expected.

"Fuck me! Fuck me good, Brad. Show Andi what a stud you are."

I couldn't distinguish if her tone was complimentary or disparaging. Mr. Jacoby gave her ass a good smack and she spread her knees and lowered her pelvis toward my mouth and I assumed that she wanted me to give her a clit lick for good luck. That blessing was not to be as Mr. Jacoby pulled her hips upward.

"Watch and learn, Princess."

I could hardly do anything else; my eyes were just inches below the feminine flower of my newest -- only best friend and Mr. Jacoby's cock was throbbing just above my forehead. I watched as he grasped his shaft and moved in to tap up at Candi's clit and saw her lips blossom out like automated doors.

Mr. Jacoby was well aware of my vantage point. He began to tap against Candi and then press his cock down and let it slide over my nose, lips and chin. I stuck out my tongue to thank him for including me. He let his cock ride along Candi's welcoming lips while his ball sack danced on my eyelids and nose.

Her vestibule completely open, her unguarded vagina was unsealed for the taking. On a backward slide Mr. Jacoby's cock nudged against the spongy fissure. On the following forward glide the crown of his pride and joy prodded her receptive passage with small gentle jabs until it appeared to be drawn into rather than pressed into her inner sanctum.

The spectacle of the slow motion undertakings was compelling. I perceived that very few women in history had the good fortune to experience this superbly defined sexual edification I was privy to; instead they had been crudely taken without a visual preparation of the splendor of it all. Mr. Jacoby was a very deliberate teacher as he demonstrated how a master at his craft accomplished this erotic coupling.

Candi was a perfect confederate; allowing him to use her feminine orifice to reveal and react to each tiny stage as he performed his magic. The perfection in both of their roles told me that they had enacted this disclosure many times before. I felt truly privileged to be in their care.

Mr. Jacoby performed slow sensuous romantic injections of his manhood in the beginning. Each subsequent ploy was accelerated in speed as he ground and drove his shaft deeper into his rutting accomplice. Candi met his manhood by returning its counterpart as her hips and pelvis danced in lockstep with his every lead.

Before either of them could peak, Mr. Jacoby withdrew and pressed his cock on my lips letting me open my mouth and suckle him. Candi in turn lowered her torso and as her hair cascaded over my thighs her tongue flicked my button. I raised and suspended my hips to aid her tune-up of my central nervous system's control switch.

The taste of Candi was distinct in the coatings on his shaft. Too soon he pulled himself away from my adoration. I watched as he raised his bloated appendage level with the feminine buttocks above me and without teasing her rosebud in preparation or warning slammed his weapon into the depths of her rectum.

Candi squealed in pain and shock as her head flew up and away from my craving flesh. Mr. Jacoby began to harshly smack her haunches as he withdrew within an inch of liberating her anal ring, then plunged forward again, his ball sack swinging against her now vacant vulva.

I rose up to tongue-tease her clit to give her stimulation that would distract from Mr. Jacoby's abuse. Her entire body was rigid and inflexible and she yelped each time he struck her and each time he bottomed out.

"Fuck my asshole harder you bastard! Blister my ass! Give me what your nasty whore deserves!"

Was she whimpering her true desires or performing for Mr. Jacoby? Her dramatics continued as my tireless abductor pounded her without a hint of intermission. Candi ultimately collapsed down on me with her gushing well flooding my hospitable oral reservoir. I wasn't given time to savor her as Mr. Jacoby thrust her body off my face and plunged his ejaculating organ into my oral vacancy she had been forced to violently abandon.

Mr. Jacoby was in the throes of lust and fury. As he filled my mouth he continued to punish Candi with wild and brutal swats. Her womanhood rested on my breasts and I felt every strike through the protection of her pelvis. Her juices coated my torso as she wiggled and squirmed in response to the relentless beating.

His last application of his manual torment was as harsh as the first and was accomplished after a drawn out respite during which he muttered garbled menacing oaths that signaled he wasn't done with either of us.

He had withdrawn his deflating staff from my mouth and seemed to be aiming it down at me. Apparently deciding to alter his attention he stepped away and walked toward the head of the lounge where Candi laid sprawled between my legs.




Andi's Summer - Day 06 Pt. 02



"Rise up and smile, whore."

Candi braced her torso on the palms of her hands to lift herself. I watched from behind her as she shook her head to let her hair clear her face and cascade over her shoulders. She leaned her head back to look up at Mr. Jacoby. I heard a grunt from our mentor and immediately felt a warm mist and droplets sprinkle over my legs.

Mr. Jacoby was pissing on both of us! From the gurgles and gargles made by Candi I realized that he was aiming directly at her open mouth and that I was only receiving the shower of drippings and overflow. Hearing her chug and smack her lips I couldn't believe that she was swallowing his liquid waste and apparently loving it.

Candi bowed her head as if on cue and I watched Mr. Jacoby's stream land on her back and travel back and forth across her buttocks giving me an unwanted and unexpected wet facial from the droplets that bounced off her quivering mounds and my breasts received a pooling as the liquid flowed off of her round wet cheeks. As the stream subsided Candi crawled forward and began an enthusiastic fellatio on Mr. Jacoby. He let her dawdle before stepping away from her.

"You girls take a shower and chill for a few minutes while I prepare lunch for us."

I expected to go to Mr. Jacoby's bedroom but Candi took my hand and we ran over to the outside poolside shower head and drain.

I couldn't wrap my rational mind around the outrageous act Mr. Jacoby had just performed. There was nothing sensual about being pissed on that I could think of; although Candi had expected it and seemed to enjoy the filthy deed. Were these people crazy?

When Candi, for purposes she alone understood, turned the cold water tap on and my breasts were the first recipients of the shocking incitement; I looked down as I gasped and I swear steam was drifting off my chest. My hot hard nipples became frozen stiff nubs instantly. She spun me around and kissed me with a probing tongue and I recognized the faint urine smell and tasted the mild flavor from her mouth. It seemed the consequences of being pissed on weren't as awful as it appeared to be.

When Candi released me her eyes penetrated mine with a worried questioning expression before she offered an explanation.

"I'm a freak, I like to be dominated and abused, even beaten and humiliated."

Her confession was confusing. She was a beautiful woman, so feminine in appearance and certainly by all standards I could conceive every man's wet-dream. Her outward 'movie star' exterior didn't present any indication of her innermost deviant sexual preferences and cravings. "Andi, you were prefect in every way with me. I think we are meant for each other."

My mind was whirling yet I had to let her know I felt the same way. I kissed her, nipped at her lower lip and when she slid her tongue into my mouth I bit down hard on it as I drove my knee up onto her womanhood.

"Don't worry, Bitch I will fuck over your ass with more than my hands. I'm going to fist-fuck you until you beg me to stop and then I'm going to fuck your ass with a baseball bat, you whore!"

Where had I conjured up those deviant ideas? Candi whimpered and clung to me in response. I couldn't believe I had verbalized such violent threats. After all, she was the experienced one; I was the novice. Could she teach me what she wanted and needed? Would I be able to please her?

She shuddered, "I can't wait, Andi. Don't worry, you can't hurt me too much. As strange as it sounds the pain gives me fantastic orgasms but better still it takes me to paradise."

"Lunch is ready girls!" Mr. Jacoby was setting out two trays on one of the tables in the shade under the latticed patio covering. He couldn't have heard our intimate exchange. He stood next to the table as we rushed over dripping wet and seated ourselves across from each other. It appeared he wasn't eating with us.

"You two seemed to get along nicely today. That's good. We'll have to do it again sometime. Andi, I want Candi to take you into town tomorrow. Meet her here at 8 a.m."

I didn't question working two days in a row.

"Candi, I want you to take her for a make-over. Do something with her hair but don't color it. Have her bush trimmed; something innocent and virginal. Have Leona teach her to do her make-up and pick up a dress or two and heels for her; whatever works for a newbie, I trust your judgment." 

"Brad, she'll need bras, panties, hosiery and purses to match."

"Purses -- yeah, but no lingerie just yet. She is the perfect nudie cutie cupid doll type, don't you agree?"

"Sure Brad, I can see that." She was smiling at him but she didn't sound convinced to me.

I'll be right back." Mr. Jacoby turned back into the house.

Candi raced over dumped her lotions in her bag and ran back to our table. "I need to do some damage control." She found her make-up kit and with both hands flying she repaired her make-up in less than two minutes. "How do I look?"

She had used her compact mirror as she had freshen herself so she knew she looked beautiful.

"Like the girl of my dreams." Had I said that out loud?

"Let's eat Andi; Brad would make someone a good little homemaker wouldn't he?"

Mr. Jacoby had made thick club sandwiches on toast, a small crisp side salad decorated with sliced boiled eggs, cherry tomatoes, and carrot strips. He had substituted our usual drinks with clear carbonated water with ice cubes that turned out to be tonic water. He returned with my yellow dress and sandals.

"Take your time girls. When you are finished Andi, let yourself out the side gate and use it from now on in the mornings; the patio door will always be open when I'm home. Don't forget your homework. Candi, I expect you to come up and tuck me in."

He turned and reentered his home without any further instructions or a farewell.

"Tuck him in?"

"That's code for he wants me to rim and peg him."

"I know what rimming is. Peg? What is that?"

"Brad enjoys being fucked up the ass as much or more than I do. He has this big dildo that makes him act like a little girl. He loves it. But I want to talk about you; we only have ten -- fifteen minutes to talk."

"OK." I wanted more information about Mr. Jacoby but allowed Candi to dismiss that.

"Am I mistaken or do we have something going on between us?"

"I have unexplained feelings for you but I am not... not... a... a... lesbian. I... I do want to be with you again, that's for sure."

Candi giggled, "I'm not a lesbian either, but I have been with lots of different girls at work and I have never felt so keen on any of them. I want to be with you again, too!"

"Tomorrow then?"

"We won't have much time... I'll try to free up some time for us to be alone."

We chattered as girls do, talking at the same time being heard, hearing and responding to questions and comments. We did enjoy the sandwiches and devoured the salad. Mr. Jacoby was a great short order cook. Too soon we had finished our meal.

"Andi, we'll talk more about everything tomorrow. OK?"

"Sure. I leaned over the table and Candi met me halfway. We kissed. It was a long soulful kiss. I never wanted it to end.

Candi broke away. "I have to go upstairs. Will you rinse and stack our dishes in the sink? Don't wash them Brad likes to do things himself. See you at eight." I would have been fine except she stopped just inside the sliding glass door and looked back. My heart burst with love for her.

I took our trays to the kitchen and rinsed the glass dishes off and stacked them. I picked up the tray and glasses Mr. Jacoby had delivered to us earlier and rinsed them too. I didn't want to leave. Hearing Mr. Jacoby groan and moan upstairs; I hurried to dress and escape. I didn't want to visualize what the two of them were doing. Or did I? Without rational thought I crept up the stairs.

Peeking around the door I saw them fully engaged at the foot of his bed with their backs to me. Candi had leather straps around her waist, riding over her buttocks and between her legs. She was obviously prodding Mr. Jacoby ass with something. I would have to ask about that. Would Mr. Jacoby expect me to do that to him? Would Candi want me to do it to her? I had the good sense to back away and left the house before they caught me. __

On the way home my mind was tactfully blank. I couldn't have possibly sorted out my multiple conflicting thoughts without a rest period; there was just too much to consider and ponder.

Later that evening, I wasn't that much more clearheaded but I attempted to make some sense of my circumstances.

Mr. Jacoby had provided me with a revealing costume rather than a uniform. He had taken explicit photos of me that if shown to anyone would make it appear that I was a willing slutty model. Other than the tone of his commands Mr. Jacoby had been neither harsh nor hurtful to me. He let me suckle him at my own pace for the most part. I had nothing to complain about his treatment of me.

Candice was stunningly beautiful and worldly-wise. She assured me that Mr. Jacoby was trustworthy. She professed a special fondness for me, which I had inexplicably felt for her beginning the first time she held me in her arms. Her comments that she didn't want me to share with Mr. Jacoby, was a sign she wanted to trust me.

She guided me through all the new girl-girl thresholds with care and she let herself be used to give me a proper understanding of how vaginal and anal sexual intercourse was performed.

Her need for harsh treatment was asked for when we were alone together and her tolerance seemed limitless when she was with Mr. Jacoby. He had no trouble hurting her. Could I cruelly dominate someone I loved?

I recalled reading about a subservient lesbian in one of the novels. I found it and reread the highlighted texts that a previous reader or readers had made. Why would Mr. Gilmore want to record these details? Given the distinctly different notations, who had he shared the book with?

I learned about safe words and concluded that the submissive was actually in control; her partner was only providing the stimulation that she requested and required. I knew I wanted to cater to any and every desire that Candi needed fulfilled. I memorized some of the harsh commands and tactics.

I fell asleep without diddling myself before I could reread some of the other more romantic parts in the novel.

**



Andi's Summer - Day 07 Pt. 01



Early in the morning Mr. Jacoby didn't dominate my mind for the first time in three days. I was so flustered that I couldn't think straight. Thoughts of Candi filled my dysfunctional mind.

The difference in our ages wasn't that much but Candice's demeanor was that of an experienced woman while my bearing could be described as nothing more that of a naïve schoolgirl, although she had treated me like an equal as she led me through the performance for Mr. Jacoby. I knew she could teach me much more about pleasing both men and women and being sexually delighted by either.

Her allover tan was a striking contrast to my natural fair pale skin. Her soft full breasts and spongy nipples felt wonderful squashed and brushing against my firm mounds and hard nubs. The light touch of her fingertips awakened all of my physical and mental spirits unlike the pawing and pressuring from the three males I had allowed to fondle me. Her mouth was a mirror of my own.

Was she the perfect lover for me or had she been only implementing instructions from Mr. Jacoby? Did she have the same genuine fondness for me that I had for her? I reasoned that I would find out today.

I met Candi in front of Mr. Jacoby's house. She was parked at the curb in a shiny red Corvette convertible with the motor running. The tape deck was playing some exotic South Seas jungle music with drums beating, birds chirping and animals calling out to their brethren.

I stood alongside it, afraid to touch it. The paint glowed and the chrome sparkled. The interior was white leather. It looked brand new, yet I knew it was an older model.

"Get in, Andi we've got work to do!"

"Is this yours?"

"Sure nuf, Love Bug. I spent my first year sucking and fucking to save up for this '60." As I sat down, way, way down, she eased away from the curb and turned down the volume of the music so we could talk.

What'cha got on under those cute sweats?"

"Nothing, should I go home and change?"

"Hell no! I'm the same."

She pulled aside the top of her red and white paisley wraparound and her boobs that I was so familiar with popped out. My lover had a thing for red.

"Do you always wear tie dresses and no underwear?"

"Yes I think my wraparound evokes a sense of feminine sophistication, just like being Candice for the boys. The design of a wraparound helps to hide any imperfections I may want to hide while drawing attention to my best features particularly when I use my little tricks while wearing it.

When I tie it loosely I am able to pull out the blouse portion so it allows me to flash my girls when I bend forward for a targeted gentleman's appreciation. When I am sitting I can inadvertently allow the skirt to slide off one or both of my thighs; the simple pull of gravity lets a prospect see almost up to my cooch. If I spread my legs my prey can see what I have to offer. By not wearing any foundation garments I can be naked in two seconds."

"Candi! Someone will see you!"

"That's the idea, sweetie. I want to make your mouth water. Show me yours."

I knew I shouldn't but I unzipped my top and let my titties free. I was surprised by the wind's draft that seemed to kiss and caress them.

"Slip your top off your shoulders so I can see all of them and slide your bottoms down to your ankles. Be FREE, Andi!"

Foregoing all sense of modesty I raised my butt and shimmied my pants down. When the wind struck my vee I spread my knees to take full advantage of the naughty thrill. I could feel the wind flutter though my pubic hair.

Candi reached over and pinched my left nipple softly; she hesitated and then pinched it harder and pulled my tit out roughly as if she were going to rip it off me just as Mr. Jacoby did when he wanted to start our game. I screamed, "I'm a cum-loving whore!"

"Good girl, now do your right tit for me so I don't wreck Her Highness."

I couldn't believe that Mr. Jacoby had shared our private game with Candi. I felt an extreme sense of betrayal as I pinched and pulled my right nipple shouting for any and all to hear, "I'm a cock-sucking slut!"

"You are just the cutest thing! I'm not a lesbian; I'm an ass-fucked whore yet I want to fuck you again."

I picked up on the response that she expected. "I'm not a lesbian either; I'm a cock-sucking slut yet I want to fuck you too!"

We both lost it as we began with giggles that turned into laughter, and then became overwhelming hysterics. I was choking and coughing with tears streaming down my cheeks. Candi was in the same state as she pulled off the two-lane short-cut to the city across and blocking some farmer's wide driveway.

Candi gave me a look that made my heart flutter. "I wish he was passing you on to Vera so we could be together more often."

I held back tears welling up, "We can be together whenever you want; I think I love you."

I said it. I said it out loud.

I threw myself across her lap and meowed as I flicked her nearest nipple with my wet tongue and reached up under the skirt of her dress to drive my fingers into her womanhood.

"Stop! Not here. Not now."

I mumbled that I wanted to fist-fuck her. I was surprise but pleased that I could be so blunt.

"I want you to do that too, but we need to find a better place, Love Bug. Farmer John is likely to come out here and pitchfork the two of us."

She had a rational point and her Corvette wasn't conducive to comfortable sex of any kind. I righted myself and pulled my pants up, zipped up my jacket and looked over at Candi. She had enclosed her breasts in her summery frock and was fumbling for a cigarette.

"I didn't know you smoked."

"I don't, at least not before sex. I've got to gather myself for a moment."

We both giggled. I was so impressed by the way she could make an awkward moment silly. She had a great sense of humor. Was it a defense of some sort? She pulled a pair of pilot's dark sunglasses from a clip on her visor and put them on. Did she think she had to hide her eyes from me?

She pulled out into the intermittent streaming traffic that had been passing us by.

"So tell me, Andi, how do you like your training so far?"

"Are you asking for Mr. Jacoby or yourself?"

She mulled my question over before answering.

"Aren't you the clever one? For Brad of course, since I'm his accomplice in seducing you into the trade and suppose to report back to him." She turned her face toward me, "Between us girls, I am personally curious because lust overwhelmed me the moment I saw you; I assure you that has never happened before."

"I don't know what happened to me with you either. I never expected to fall in love with a girl, yet I know my feelings for you are real. I want to make love to you forever and ever. That may sound silly but it's true. I know you are not a lesbian and neither am I; so what are we going to do?"

"Listen to us! We both are declaring undying love and we don't really know anything about each other. What kind of crazy are we?"

"Extremely crazy?"

"I guess so. We need to get through the business of the day though. How 'bout you tell me what you want me to report to Brad and then tell me what you really think. Is that fair?"

"Fair enough, before I met you I had this inexplicable urge that I can't explain to suck cocks as I told you yesterday. I have very little experience but so far doing it makes me feel so alive. I love to do it. Even more than that, I need to do it. Does that offend you?"

"Hell no. I have my own little kink and I make my living sucking and fucking."

"I think Mr. Jacoby believes that I'm just a simple small town girl with a sex itch. I'm more than that. He confuses me. He acts angry when he isn't. He teases me, and then withholds the implied reward until I'm frenzied. He won't let me be casual and friendly with him like you are, and you explained why. His demand that I call him Mr. Jacoby drives me batty. I really want him to fuck me. That's about it I guess."

"What about taking money for sexual favors?"

I giggled. "I was offered a whole dollar the first time I sucked a boy, and I took it. Then Mr. Jacoby increased the dollar to five dollars, so I'm already cashing in on my passion. You said you get paid $300 a date; I expect I can look forward to that kind of money for doing everything and anything like you do. Is it okay with you for me to become an escort like you?"

"Of course, but you don't have to be polite - I'm a whore plain and simple. I can't - won't give up my lifestyle. Wouldn't it be perfect if we could work and play together? Just to be clear, I didn't tell you that I have to pay Vera a commission of 40%; so I only net $180.00. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes a quick $50 blowjob is more profitable."

"Tell me more about Vera."

"Vera is a retired high class hooker that now runs the office, makes safe contacts, books the dates and is on-call if any of us run into legal trouble."

"How many girls work for her?"

"I have no idea; it's not like we have company meetings. I have met some of the girls when booked for a double."

"A double?"

"A girl-girl show like what we did for Brad, and then the client has his way with us. "It's something we could do if I left the agency and you got away from Brad."

"Could you just up and leave the agency?"

"Several of the girls have left Vera and gone independent. One of them stayed in the city and even stole some of her regulars from the agency. One of her clients snitched, and it was said that she was picked up, taken to the warehouse district and tied to a cot for a month to be used by any man that wanted her sorry ass. Some say it was only a week, but still - can you imagine what that would be like? If I go out on my own - and I want to someday, I'm going to put miles and miles between me, my regulars and C-bus.

You have a schoolgirl charm that will delight both men and women, although Brad plans to have you entertain the former exclusively, from what he says. He said he is grooming you to be his own local party girl. Something about taking over your town."

"Party girl, what does that mean?"

"Brad wants to play with you; make you his toy - he wants to turn you into a money-machine. He intends to keep you under his influence and not send you on to Vera like me and the other girls. At first he'll make it like a game with his buddies, and then he'll call it a bachelor or fraternity party."

"Is that good or bad?" I was sure learning a lot about what my future might bring.

"It depends on what you prefer; one or two guys at a time like what Vera expects you to do, or if you want to be used and abused be dozens of drunken horny men all at once, one after the other. A party once in a while can be fun, but every night will wear you out fast. Even once a week is way too much. A girl needs time to recuperate from a frenzied gangbang, particularly if it's with a rough crowd."

Candi was scaring me and didn't stop.

"He will get big bucks for setting bashes like that up. If he doesn't share the wealth with you, and I got the impression he isn't going to, you'll be in deep shit."

"But I'm a virgin. He's only teaching me to suck better. He promised I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to."

"Sweetie, you already admitted to me that you want Brad to fuck you. Brad is a pro, he'll ease you into wanting to fuck him and then anyone he wants you to suck and fuck. He'll play on your weaknesses and gullibility. He'll con you into being a three-way girl and then start selling your talents. He's trained dozens of girls for Vera. He is going to keep you for himself. He's going to pimp you out. He used me to show you what you are missing as a virgin. You are more than curious aren't you?"

"What is a three-way girl?"

"Mouth, vee-jay and ass, Love Bug."

"I am curious and ready, but I thought the fucking would only be with him. I do want to know what it feels like to be with an experienced man. He said he'd let me suck his friends, nothing about fucking them."

"He has me picking up some toys today that will prep you for anything and everything, so be warned. I heard him remind you to do your homework assignment. Did he ask you a bunch of innocent sounding yes or no questions?"

"Yes, he wanted a list of what I wanted him to teach me."

"He is setting you up. In the future if there are any questions in court about what and why you two did the things you did, he can use your list to prove it was all your idea."

I didn't tell her how brief and pleading my short note was.

"He sure is moving you along in a hurry. I spent six weeks living with him being refined for Vera, even though I had already been fucking around and hustling a lot. I never got to fuck him in his bed; I had my own room. I slept and entertained him and his crew in there and - well all over the house.

I sucked and fucked his special paying friends in there not knowing there was a hidden camera behind the mirror on the wall joining his unfinished room. He taped almost everything I did. I don't know if he blackmailed the clients or just wanted some insurance against them. Maybe he sold the tapes; if he did I suppose I'm a big star in the overseas porn market."

"You spent six weeks in his house? What did the housekeeper think of that?"

"He doesn't have a housekeeper. He has this quirk about keeping the house spotless. He cleans it himself. He does a better job than most housewives don't you think?

"Did you help him cook and clean?"

"No, he wouldn't let me; in fact he would get furious if I did my own laundry. He wanted me to spend every spare minute when he was at the station to work on my tan during the day and do homework during the evenings. He didn't know it but I used to finger-fuck myself on his bed many, many nights. He has a way of making a girl gaga over him."

"I know; I feel obligated to please him."

"He's reeled you in real fast. Since he isn't prepping you for Vera you might as well consider him your pimp."

"He is teaching me a lot." I felt stupid defending him.

"Yes and before he turns you into a worn-out used up gangbang whore we need to get you out of there. Here we are!"

Candi had pulled up in front of La Fem Spa. I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going because I was fascinated by what she was telling me. It looked like we were in one of the dark sections of town; not that I minded.

"Vera owns this shop and all the girls have to use it. Today you are getting the works and a free ride because Brad is paying for it. Later you'll have to pay top dollar from your earnings. She also owns the dress and lingerie shop a few doors down where we will pick out your working clothes."

As I got out of the car I wondered what 'the works' would be. Mom had always cut my hair for me. I was glad Candi was going to pick out my clothing; I had no idea what an escort like Candi was supposed to wear.

"Andi, I trust you will keep my future plans to yourself - about me going independent especially in here and with Brad."

"You know I will; I feel blessed that you shared it with me."

"Pinkie swear?"

She held out her hand with her little finger curled as she rounded the front of her car and I giggled as I made the oath with her. We still had our hands clasped together as we entered the shop. The receptionist had us down for a four-hour make-over, led us back to a curtained booth and introduced us to Leona.

The smocked tall stout buxom mulatto had a French accent and a toothy smile.

"So this is Brad's new whore."

Candi defended me, "Andi is still a virgin, Leo. Go easy on her."

"It's Saturday, my best day of the week, passing off four appointments doesn't please me. What was Brad thinking?"

"He's in a big rush with Andi, but I understand, how 'bout taking just an hour and charging Brad for the full session? I can show Andi how to apply the make-up you provide and introduce her to the toys if that helps."

"You're a true Sister, Candi. OK. Strip off your clothes, sweetmeat."

I looked at Candi for direction. She nodded as if it were a normal request. Embarrassed for not having worn underwear, I quickly stripped off my sweats as if it were an everyday thing and draped them over the hanger that Leona handed me.

"Sit" I was grateful to be able to semi-hide my nakedness, fully expecting to have a full cape or at least a bib placed over me.

Leona ran her fingers through my hair from behind me. "So what does Brad want done to our virgin?"

"Brad left it up to me. I was thinking a sculptured pixie similar to what she is wearing, after a drastic thinning, raise her bangs and I was hoping you could make it convertible."

Leona stepped around and hugged Candi.

"I knew you would cross over one of these days."

"I haven't, but I think she would look so cute with her hair slicked back with little Spanish sideburns."

"Have you tested her yet?"

"Not yet. She's being groomed for men only at this point. Brad says she's an expert fellatrix."

I was listening to their exchange. Leona wanted to know if I was bi-sexual. Candi lied about me not having had girl-girl sex. Was she being protective or selfish?

"That's a shame. Spread your knees, Andi." Her tone was first one of disappointment, then one of keen interest. I shivered suspecting that her professional interest was eclipsed by a personal one. I was sure she wanted a taste of me.

"Well that patch hasn't seen the clippers ever. Do we make her virginesque?"

"Goodness no! Could you thin it and make it Asian in appearance; looking as natural as possible?"

"Sweetie, I can work miracles, you know that." Leona stepped up to my shoulder, palmed the back of my head as the stylist chair dropped back, down and away from me. She reached down between my open legs, firmly grasped my apex and slid my body up until my neck was resting on the edge of the shampoo sink. She stuck a fleeting finger inside me and then glided her hand up over my flesh and cupped each of my breasts in transition before make a show of tasting my juices off her index finger.

I looked at Candi for support. I was a captive to this obvious lesbian. My only solace was a wink and nod from my guardian as she sat down in an observer's chair. I was grateful that she would stay to supervise.

Leona was quick and efficient as she washed and rinsed my hair twice. She was very gentle as she toweled my hair. She could work magic! When she ran a comb through my hair she did a flip of the comb whenever she reached a tangle and it disappeared without any pull on my scalp at all. I filed that simple little trick in my memory.

"Alicia, get your ass in here!"

Moments later as Leona began to thin and shape my hair; a short anemic looking orange haired massively tattooed waif pushed a rolling stool into the cubicle. Leaving the stool beside the chair she stepped behind me and I could hear her fill some containers with water. She returned to my side as Leona continued to work and pulled out small trays from the chair and placed small plastic custard cups on each side of me filled with foamy water. She busied herself behind me again and returned with a plastic dish pan that set nicely on the platform at the base of the chair asking me to lift my feet and place them in the same substance.

"I'm Alicia; I'll be giving you a manicure, pedicure and polish."

"Thank you, I'm Andi. This is my first time for so much attention."

"I'll leave you for a few minutes while you soak your fingers and toes. Later after you've had your make-up lesson Leo and I will give you a great massage and introduce you to Penisland!" (She hadn't heard that Candi was going to do that.)

As she left, I looked to Candi for an explanation.

"I'm going to run out for a few minutes with Alicia, no more than twenty and pick up some dresses for you. I won't be long."

She winked, stood and followed Alicia out beyond the privacy curtain without soothing my apprehensions.




Andi's Summer - Day 07 Pt. 01



"Don't worry, sweetmeat, you'll love your inside out massage." Leo's assurance was not a pledge that comforted me. I suspected I was going to be abused - yet I looked forward to it.

Without further conversation Leo clipped and combed, clipped and brushed my hair in a steady professional manner for the next ten minutes or so.

"We'll need Candi to approve this."

Leona took advantage of the absence of any onlookers. She turned the chair to the side sat down on Alicia's stool and pushed my knees aside. When I saw the open straight razor poised to slice away my muff I panicked and nearly sprang out of the chair.

Her laughter was chilling. "Had you going there, didn't I?" She closed the razor, brought out a comb and a small pair of shears from a pocket and after warning me to sit still began to comb and snip away. She made quick work of it.

"You have a beautiful carpet, sweetmeat. I love to chew and pull on a mat like yours. May I give you a lick and a promise for another time?"

She looked up at my wide eyes with an imploring expression. I should have declined, but instead I nodded my consent. I had mixed emotions and thoughts. Was I about to cheat on Candi?

Leona removed her tools and bent forward. When her tongue explored my puffy lips and delved into my tender folds I realized that she had misled me. Her long pliable tongue felt so thick, stiff and wonderful that I slid down to aid her in her quest. After traversing all of my folds her substitute penis found the opening of my pit and began to plunder it. I was in heaven.

Alicia and Candi slipped back into the cubicle together with two oversized shoulder bags and watched Leona pleasure me with approving eyes. I felt equally mortified and exhilarated. My selfish soul-searching was terminated just as I expected to cum when sharp teeth clamped on my pubic hair and nearly ripped all of it off. My skin was stretched well above my mons. Leona shook her head which created sharp sparks at the base of each clustered single hair.

I came in gushes which Leona was quick to engulf and my hips had a mind of their own as they twisted and turned not to escape the recent exquisite torture but to make sure Leona emptied me completely with her scooping tongue and suctioning lips.

Leona lightly licked the entire area of my pubis as she let me calm down. I had a new affection for this Amazon woman. As my awareness of my surrounds returned I was startled to see Candi on one side of my torso and Alicia on the other. The pinch, pull and stretch on my right nipple by Candi made me automatically scream, "I'm a cock-sucking slut", and the identical inducement by Alicia on my left nipple had me screeching the second half of my mantra.

"Aren't we all", shouted a woman outside the booth and her assertion was met with communal laughter and other obscene, yet truthful declarations.

When one pull on each nub was all I received, I recognized that my visit to La Fem had been carefully orchestrated, and that I was not receiving special or unique treatment, instead, I was the latest of a long line of girls to be molded and molested here. I concluded that I was in the capable hands of these playful, calculating and deceitful women and that I should just sit back and enjoy their purposeful dispensations.

Leo and Candi had a brief exchange about my hair. Candi wanted it thinned more. My opinion wasn't requested.

Alicia continued to work on my nails as Leona returned to her clipping away what seemed like more pounds and pounds of my hair. I felt like I could float away. I began to worry that she was taking too much off. My three companions began to exchange recent news about themselves or risqué gossip about anyone they all knew. I kept my mind alert to any useful tidbits, but closed my eyes and drifted away.

I had never imagined being catered to by a team of professionals. In my fantasies I had just instantly transformed from a coy young innocent, to a sensuous fem fatale or a ravenous predator. I was beginning to comprehend that being glamorous was work best left to others. Time flew by. My eyebrows were gently plucked without the pain that I was used to when I tried to do them myself.

Leona did final passes with a comb on my hair and asked Candi if I looked cutesy innocent with the style. Candi complimented Leona as the Amazon spun me around facing the mirror so I could see the result. My head appeared larger than I expected; my hair was one thin wavy layer instead of looking like clumps of fur. My sideburns were long and curled up against my cheeks like an upside down question mark. My eyebrows were separated and arched in a seductive expression. I looked older, fresh and sexy like that. I held back tears of joy.

"I can't believe that is me!"

Grinning ear-to-ear Leo said, "Now for the real you."

She began to destroy the feminine look by combing back my waves. In moments I looked like the more masculine female models in my lesbian magazines. My feminine sideburns remained but there was no question that I looked like a bull dyke as the captions referred to those models with little boy hairstyles. The reflection of Candi approached me in the mirror, turned my face toward her and gave me a deep sensuous kiss.

"Please wear your hair like that for me alone."

Emotions swelled up inside me. The most beautiful woman I had ever met wanted me as much as I wanted her. I instinctively knew what she intended. She wanted me to be the dominant in our relationship even though I was younger and less experienced than her. Could I meet her expectations?

The remainder of our time at La Fem was a blur for me. Alicia finished my nails and blushed when I rejoiced over them. I was led out of the cubical by Alicia nude and paraded past the open stations and occupied dryers leading to the rear of the shop aware of the rude comments and catcalls from the other interracial patrons. I sensed most of them would like to bed me. Alicia placed me in a shower stall after placing a plastic shower cap on my head to protect my new hairstyle.

Her smock got soaked as she soaped and rinsed me; her hands explored every surface of my body. She explained that she was disappointed that she wouldn't get to demonstrate the toys on me so she would have to make do. At one point uncountable fingers of both of her hands were inserted in both of my lower orifices doing magical things to me. As I was lifted up on my tiptoes and lower my vagina was stuffed and my anus was stretched. Both assaults put my senses in a state of nervous excitement. I couldn't help it - I came. Alicia beamed with pride. She toweled me off, had me step into disposable slippers and placed a robe on me before taking me back to Leo's sheltered booth.

Leo's hands fluttered above my face as I was once again lying back in the chair as she told Candi how to apply my make-up. I was to have an innocent look and a professional look. Both declared that I should take advantage of my puffy lips. They both giggled knowingly when I confessed that giving blow jobs kept my lips swollen and tingling for hours after I had suckled a guy. Candi assured Leo that she would follow her instructions.

When I was allowed to see myself I was amazed at the changes the make-up and styling had created. My reflection showed a beautiful young girl with lightly outlined eyes, prominent extended eyelashes, artistic eyebrows and a hint of light to dark pink on my eyelids with rosy cheeks and sassy bright red puckered oversized Betty Boop lips.

The only difference in my daytime and nighttime (working) make-up was my eyes were outlined darker, the outer edge of my eyes were extended with a heavy line which Leo called a 'Cleopatra'. The rosiness of my cheeks were blurred which seemed to age me slightly. There was a discussion on whether or not I should have a distinctive beauty mark added. Candi nixed that. When the transformation was finished I expected to look like a slut so I was surprised to see myself with a sensuous alluring painted face.

Alicia helped me into a very tight stretchy white cotton lycra figure hugging sheath that was so thin at the bust that my alert nipples were discernible and it took a good deal of effort get them settled in just right on each side of the deep vee cut that extended down to my waist between them.

Candi and Alicia showed me how the strapless fitted tube could be worn four different ways. The first way the slits that started where my legs began were on the sides of my thighs. They twisted it around so the slits were between my legs and the same vee cut was centered on my bust, back and under my arms. The third version was with my top pulled down to my waist for giving quickie blowjobs; the fourth was with my skirt pulled up to my waist for a rushed fuck.

Alicia explained that it was convenient to suck or fuck in without getting undressed and protect against wayward cum stains at the same time. Candi added a wide elastic white belt and white patent leather three-inch pumps with thick stabilizing straps around my ankles and just above my toes to complete the ensemble. I could feel the hem was quite high on my thighs and could only hope it provided proper modesty in the back.

Candi gleefully revealed that she had a black and a red one just like it with accessories in the bags for me. Candi exchanged kisses with Leo and Alicia on both cheeks as the French do. I welcomed the wet full-on-the-lips kisses and caresses from each of them. When encouraged I promised to return frequently.

Picking up the two large shoulder bags full of gifts, make-up, toys and my original attire Candi handed me my treasure trove, then led the newest member of their working girl sorority out of the shop to cheers, good-natured jeers and well wishes from the other patrons.

to be continued...

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Andi's Summer - Day 07 Pt. 02



Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry.

"Yes, I could eat a horse."

She giggled and replied, "I hope you're up to eating a whore this afternoon." She looked at her watch. "It is ten-twenty; we did good time-wise. We have the rest of the day to play."

"Really?"

"Yes, I picked up the toys Brad wanted for you at the adult book store next to Vera's dress shop. I think she owns that jack-off den but she denies it."

"What's an adult book store like?"

"I'll show you another day; today I want you all to myself. How do you like your working clothes?"

"I think I look innocent from a distance, but my nips are advertising my true nature up close. You can see the full side of my right breast from where you're sitting can't you?"

"You betcha! That's what I was going for and if you're turning tricks in a hallway, back alley, or public toilet stall you can do your business but recover quickly. Let me show you. Go ahead - top down, bottom up."

I realized she was having me repeat my earlier naked exhibitionism. I made a sensuous show of performing both sets of her directions and smiled for her as the wind revisited my flesh.

"It appears I am showing you, not the other way around", I jested.

She pulled up to the gas pumps at a convenience store just when I was gaining confidence in my public highway nudity.

"Stay as you are, Love Bug."

"CANDI!"

She pumped ten dollars' worth of gas before running inside. As I stewed over my predicament and prayed no one else would chose this time or place for gas I preplanned my recovery if it was necessary. I could cover my top and fold my hands over my naked lap in an instant. Was that a lesson Candi wanted me to learn?

Before there was a situation for me to panic about Candi came out of the store and a bespectacled teenage kid wearing the shop's apron was right behind her. His attention was on the exaggerated swing of her hips until they reached my side of the car.

"I promised Eddie here a quick peek at Hollywood's next big star all naked if he would throw in a special item for you," was her guiltless explanation.

She placed the plastic bag of goodies on my lap giving me half of my modesty back as she scampered around the car and slid in letting her skirt spread and expose her thighs as she removed the bag from my lap and set it on the floor beside my feet.

"Come around here Eddie." Startled, the nervous boy started to run to the front and then changed his mind when Candi started the engine up and instead he ran around the back of the car.

When Eddie reached her door Candi told him to show us his cock. As he stood there with his eyes darting all over each of our bodies Candi upped the ante by sliding her top open to each of her shoulders baring her own full breasts.

"I want you to shoot your cum all over my full soft tits, Eddie."

Eddie had enough incentive. In a flash he lifted his apron, pulled his pride and joy out and palmed his cock. Within seconds it was being jacked a mile a minute. Candi reached over and fondled my thigh and pulled my legs apart. As she reached for my furnace a pick-up truck full of migrant workers in the rear bed pulled up on the opposite side of the pumps. Eddie's back was to them and the roadway. It was obvious from the immediate hoots and hollers that some of passengers in the truck were seeing more of something we didn't expect them to. Candi floored it, and sped away leaving Eddie in a precarious plight.

We both got the giggles.

"Wasn't that a rush?"

I was laughing so hard I couldn't answer, but nodded in agreement. I scooted over and rested my head in her lap as a sign of affection as we sped along, both of us in partial glorious nudity. My position wasn't the best idea; my body was suspended awkwardly over the space between the seats and her scent was whiffing up from her lap stimulating my senses making me swoon and become delirious.

The car slowed down and I rose up to see where we were after Candi turned into a rough unpaved road. She had pulled off the highway into a weed covered driveway with a long abandoned homestead at the end. The roof of the barn had long ago collapsed and both buildings were darkly weathered. She stopped in a shady spot under an ancient tree only twenty feet off the main road.

"I think we better eat here; if we wait until we reach the motel I'm sure the food will go to waste."

She was right, once in an enclosed room with or without a bed I would have only one thing to eat on my mind. I was glad she had enough foresight and control to be sensible.

Candi opened the bag from the store withdrawing pre-packaged salads, sandwiches, two bottles of seltzer water, a quart of beer and oddly, one thick stubby cigar. She held her hand inside the bag and looked at me.

"This is the gift for you that Eddie provided." She slowly raised her hand and showed me a pair of sunglasses similar to hers although the lens weren't as dark as hers as they were a cheap imitation of swashbuckling pilots' sunglasses.

"These will have to do until we can get you a real pair."

I put on her thoughtful gift knowing Eddie wouldn't have known I wanted a pair and that she had gotten them with a promise that the two of us had half-way fulfilled. I put the glasses on.

She studied me, "I can see your eyes; at times I don't want to see your eyes."

We ate casually as if we were taking a break from a long road trip. There was little conversation as it seemed we both were occupied with our own thoughts. I wolfed down my still warm roast beef and cheddar chess, while she nibbled at half of her fish sandwich. We both enjoyed our salads which were surprisingly cold and crisp.

I was curious, "Who is the beer and cigar for?"

"I like the taste of beer and the smell of cigars on my favorite fist fucking wow-man. At least, I think I will."

With that confession she set the eminent first scene for when we reached our destination. I took a deep breath and hoped I wouldn't disappoint her.

We guzzled our seltzers and both agreed that we needed to relieve ourselves so we christened the far side of the tree out of sight of the road before moving on. I was proud of her when she didn't discard our trash, but rather replaced it in the bag and tucked it under her seat. Before we took off I placed the cold sweating quart between her legs justifying my prank by explaining that it was to keep her cooled off.

When we reached the outskirts of town Candi pulled into our township's only motel and stopped in front of the office of the hourly rate hostel. I knew of its jaded reputation. Did Candi?

She adjusted her clothing and got out of the car after handing me the beer and suggesting that I light up the cigar. It was apparent that she was in a hurry to be fucked over.

"Stay here; I'll only be a minute."

As she exited the office I assumed the clerk was male since her breasts were on full naked display as a blatant signal that she had accomplished something naughty once again. Without a word she pulled the car in front of bungalow seven. There were two other cars, three trucks and a van in front of other cabins making the motel nearly half full and it wasn't even noon yet.

As we extracted my bags from the trunk I asked her how long were we able to stay.

"As long as you want, Love Bug."

Inside the room Candi said we should get naked and inspect my new toys before we started in on each other since there were several things in my bags that I might want to use on her. Like a gleeful child at Christmas she first picked out those items first. There was a black blindfold, a black heart-shaped ping pong paddle with a furry side and a prickly side and a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. She explained that all of them were for Brad's use and he expected them to look like they had been used on me and that he expected some bruises on me to prove it. The last two items she showed me were large tubes of wintergreen ointment like she had used on me at the pool.

"This one is just for me, as you know I like to have it rubbed onto all my sensitive parts while I'm spanked because it not only drives me insane but it also distracts from the beating I'm taking on my butt." Candi put her tube in her purse so it wouldn't get repacked with my toys.

"Does that make me sound crazy?"

Knowing how irritating the crème had felt on my anus yesterday, and how much I had been grateful that she never applied it to my nipples and cunny as she had threatened, I gulped and steeled myself because I understood that my lover wanted - needed me to really abuse her.

She opened the beer and handed it to me. As I took a good swig of the fizz and foam as she unwrapped the cigar and after placing it in my mouth lit it. I puffed on it, licked the tip and knew better than to try and inhale it.

There were still more gift packages to inspect when there was a thumping on our door.

"I have a surprise gift for you Andi! I promised the clerk that you would give him a blow and I would lick his ass at the same time." When she saw my confused hesitation she explained, "It's a trade-out; free room for a fifteen minute double blowjob and rimming!"

She rushed to the door and a reasonably clean-shaven and healthy looking bright-eyed man near Mr. Jacoby's age stepped into our room wearing a bathrobe and slippers. I was surprised; somehow I expected a grubby old pervert.

"Welcome Walter, I see you kept your promise and scrubbed up for us! Such a good boy!"

Walter's eyes were making eternal mental snapshots of both of our naked bodies. His breathing was erratic and when he withdrew his hands from the robe's pockets his hard firm cock sprang out of the folds. Needing no further instruction or invitation I stubbed out the cigar, dropped to my knees, reached in and cupped his ball sack and swallowed his wet and shiny head. His cock was average size, whatever average was; I still needed to determine what exactly that was. He tasted of faint residual soap but it didn't interfere with my purpose.

I was aware that Candi was removing his robe and moments later I felt an exploratory hand reach through his legs and tweak my right nipple as the sounds of her tongue rewashing his anus with noisy sloppy zeal made me conclude that unless he had masturbated in the shower he wouldn't last the full fifteen minutes. I released his nuts and pawed at the soft full breasts behind him. Candi pinched the nipple she held captive in response before switching to my other one.

Walter began humping my mouth and clasped his hands behind my head. I didn't mind at all. Mr. Jacoby's end time habit had made me accept that it was just something men do when they are ready to ejaculate. Walter sprang up on his toes in response to one or more fingers from Candi ramming up his ass and that was the beginning of the end of our ménage à trois.

Walter's spurts were powerful and copious; I relished his taffy flavored substance and swished and swirled the liquid gelatin with complete abandon. My eyes were closed and I was on another plane when I felt feminine hands reached around me from behind and softly cup my breasts. Too soon she was pulling me away from my pursuit. I didn't resist as I accepted that I was being a glutton.

Walter having gotten what he wanted put on his robe and turning at the door asked, "Can I come back in about an hour?"

Candi had a quick response, "Not today, Walter - maybe next week."

When he was gone I asked, "Why didn't you warn me?"

"Why would I? I knew you were game but didn't realize just what a sperm junky you are. You need to learn to pop them and usher them out." She sounded pissed.

"Were you jealous? You set it up." How could I ask such an impertinent question and make that accusation?

"Maybe... a little." She appeared to be holding back genuine tears. She started to rush toward bathroom and I suspected she wanted time to gather herself.

"Stop right there, Bitch!" I had lowered my voice and growled the angry command.

With a shocked expression Candi turned around. "I just wanted to freshen up for you", she pouted holding up her soiled fuck-you finger and displaying her tongue.

"Get your whoring ass over here. I've got a hard-on that needs attention now, not ten minutes from now. On your knees!"

I was sitting at the table again with my legs spread open for her. I couldn't believe that I was entirely comfortable ordering my lover around or that she was so willing to acquiesce. After she crawled over and knelt up between my legs she looked down at her folded hands. I liked the way her arms pressed her breasts up and out.

"Look at me, Slut!" Her gleaming eyes and reserved smile told me all I needed to know. I took a long slug of beer and a suck on the now unlit cigar for effect. I reached over to her side of the table and lifted her glasses and put them on. My eyes were now concealed from her.

I recalled a pledge between two lesbian lovers that I had re-read last night and in my gruffest voice modified it to our current circumstance.

"Bitch, you need to understand and accept that you may surprise me anytime you care to; I am happy to be your Love Bug and slut. You need to also understand that I will fuck over you whenever I want to treat you like you need to be treated. However, most of the time, we will be best friends and lovers. Does that sound reasonable to you, Bitch?"

Candi had been nodding as I laid out my proposal for our future relationship before agreeing.

"Andi, I too want us to be best friends and lovers all the time. When I'm being bitchy or even when I'm not; I want you to do what you must do and I want to watch you sucking any man that strikes my fancy anytime, anywhere. I think we make the perfect couple."

Although our mutual commitments were done casually I sensed we both took them very seriously.

"I agree - best friends and lovers forever."

I reached out and got a good purchase on her golden locks and slammed her face onto my vulva. "Now get busy and take care of my raging hard-on and stir up your own juices so I can return the favor, Bitch."

Her hands found my uppermost thighs and roughly pushed them aside to give her greater room to pleasure me. She was neither tender nor as loving as she had been yesterday; she attacked my clitoris like an animal, nipping and licking at it while avoiding my swelling lips and my expanding vestibule. Once occupied she dropped her right hand down between her legs and began to prime the pump to bring to the surface the nectar that I had ordered her to produce.

I did the male thing; I forced her face against me and crushed her chin, nose, and cheekbones against my pelvic bone dislodging her molestation briefly while I left no doubt in my cocksucker's mind who was in charge. After sending that message I eased off, removed my hands from the back of her head and was considering laying a few swats on her squirming ass.

I was in the throes of my own building passion when I spied the tube of wintergreen on the table. I grabbed it and breaking the seal I squeezed a good sized portion on the tip of my index finger and bent over her and applied the refresher to her wrinkled oversized often invaded anal ring. The girl wanted her ass pleasured didn't she? Was I beginning to think like a careless self-centered male?

She moaned as she became aware of the cooling pleasure as I rubbed the ointment all over the surface of her favorite fuck-hole. Her tongue, lips and teeth went into overdrive. I squeezed another dollop in the palm of my hand and rubbing both of my hands together briskly in order to speed up the conversion to heat I reached over and around her arms and cradled her jiggling breasts. I used my coated fingers to torture her nipples which remained soft and pliable. Didn't they ever get hard?

I mentally reminded myself that I would have to be careful when I placed my hands on my own body until I had the opportunity to cleanse them. I also noted that I didn't want my hands to touch her womanhood when the time came to claim my reward. Maybe afterwards?

The heat must have begun on her coated backside as her butt started making determined thrusts to escape or enhance the prickly heat radiating from her now very sensitive preferred entry. I gave both of her mushy nipples a fingernail pinch and they responded just as my own hard swollen nips would have. Her surprised pain inspired outcry made my clit throb. I abandoned her breasts and wrapped my fingers in the strands of her beautiful hair, using the leverage gained to push and pull her mouth away from and back to my nearly bursting clit.

Candi must have sensed my condition or her own orgasm was forthcoming because she sprang up and pulled me over to the nearby bed and reversed herself across the bed to lie below me. I dove for her treasure and she pulled my hips down until her open mouth enveloped my entire mons. The tenderness began as we rolled each other toward the headboard and back to the foot of the bed, taking turns being dominate and submissive. Our tongues, lips, teeth, noses and chins gave tit for tat. She came first, with me following close behind. We exchanged moans and declarations of satisfaction that were as genuine as our love.

Eventually, we righted ourselves on the bed rolled onto our backs with deep sighs before the giggles began. I rolled over and pressed my chest against her side and smiled down at her dimpled cheeks.

"Not bad, Bitch."

"Actually, really good, Love Bug."

"Actually, yes. I meant to fist-fuck you first thing but my hands were coated with the wintergreen."

"I was looking forward to you punching my puss-puss but I enjoyed being first your bitch and then your lover. We still have all afternoon."

We cuddled together reaching one of those times where nothing more needed to be said. We petted and fondled each other to signal how blissful we felt with each other. I curled up against her and we dozed for a few moments or minutes. Candi was first to speak.

"I need to show you your toys and show you how to use them. Remember that Brad will think Leo and Alicia did it at La Fem and that they finished off your four hour appointment with a sensuous massage that you should praise them for when Brad asks how your make-over went."

"Would you have watched them do me?"

"Of course, I would have joined too, I suppose. Remember I got a full make-over too; at least Brad will be billed for it. That was my bonus for escorting you through your initiation."

"I'm sorry you missed getting pampered. If we were there for only four hours what did we do for the rest of the day?"

"We had lunch, spent a lot of time trying on your new clothes and shoes, did some window shopping, and then I took you home. I tipped Vera's clerk so if Brad or she checks we were there for hours."

"We'll have to do that sometime."

"That we will. Get up off of me; we have work to do."

We sat at the table and with less joy than her initial revelation of the goodies in the bags she dumped out the contents of one. The multiple packaged adult toys and accessories filled the surface of the table. I was frightened and excited at the same time.

"Are you really going to use all these things on me right now?"

"Yes, Leo and Alicia were supposed to initiate you after your makeover, but I knew I will be kinder and gentler with you. Sometimes those two get carried away, especially with the inflatables and the paddle. Brad will have a blast running you through your paces with them tomorrow and the next day and the next. He'll be a lot rougher too."

"Will you be there tomorrow?"




Andi's Summer - Day 07 Pt. 02



"No, I wish I could be, but Brad only hired me for today. Don't worry, when I said he will be rougher, I only meant that because he's a man he doesn't know how some of these things hurt when being rammed inside a woman. You be sure to ask for lots of lube from the very start and ask for more anytime you're uncomfortable which will also give you some extra time to adjust to a particularly rough invasion. Trust me after a dozen times all of these things won't both you at all. Some of them will become your favorites."

Looking at the monstrosities before me I sincerely doubted that I would welcome any of them. Candi unpackaged the mask, handcuffs and paddle. She walked them over to the bed.

"We'll practice with these last. Let's start with the big bad boys." She removed the pink rubber dildo from its box. "This one stretches your cunt's width and depth, mostly its depth. Your cunt will close back or nearly back to its normal size after each fuck session, so don't worry about being stretched too far. It won't go that far anyway. Notice the tip - it's flappy and floppy right now. When it is pumped up by this little bulb the air will be forced to make it longer and clear your depths." She tossed it over onto the bed.

"Have you ever played with your asshole for fun?"

"No, never until Mr. Jacoby began fingering me." The lie was out before I realized it. "That's not true; I have used small cucumbers to see what a cock might feel like up there."

"Then you have a virgin's quandary; to cry out in pain or shout out in ecstasy when an intrusion seems unbearable. All men, except the rare brute wants to hear moans and groans of pleasure from their whores. Train your mind to accept nuisance pain with an audible 'yes-yes' or other positive expression and your days of whoredom will be blessed. When you are paddled or whipped it is sensible to make that transition become a spontaneous habit."

"Candi, I don't understand."

"Don't worry; I'll help you practice when we get to the paddle."

'This red one is for your anus and will expand outward making the inside of your butthole more pliable and bigger but it doesn't loosen your sphincter. However, used too often to the extreme it could leave you with a permanent wide open asshole. I will use my finger or that little silver dildo to pry you open first", she giggled as she chucked it on the bed.

She held up a cone-shaped handle on a fake horse's tail. "This is a butt plug. Brad will have you wearing it all day long if you let him. He loves to watch it sway back and forth as you're walking, dancing and prancing for him. At first it is uncomfortable but soon if you aren't wearing it you will feel empty."

She wasn't reassuring me at all. Candi had to struggle to get the long double ended dildo out of its plastic packaging.

"This eighteen inch bugger is one of my favorites. You'll notice that it is slightly tapered with one end about an inch larger than the other. It can be used all sorts of ways by one or two people. I use it to stuff both my holes and it's really quite pleasant." It too was thrown onto the bed.

She held up two boxes with cellophane windows displaying their contents. You know what these are for don't you?" I pointed to the douche pouch, "I have one similar to that. The other one is for enema's I guess; my mom has a big red water bottle for that." I saw no reason to tell Candi that Mom used it religiously on Wednesday afternoons before she and Georgia went out.

"So does Brad. He loves to prep you every time he plans on fucking your ass. After you are well trained he will probably have you clean him out if he is especially horny. You saw how much he loves his ass plugged and plundered. I really enjoy putting it to him."

"I didn't know you saw me watching."

"I didn't, I felt your eyes on me."

Her confession was kind of spooky, yet enduring. She dispensed with anything further to say about my spying.

"Any questions about the standard dildos? There are three of them, a bullet, a beginner's cylinder and this large twirling, flashing one with a clit teaser."

"No, I don't think so." She unpackaged all three, inserted the required batteries one at a time and lobbed each onto the bed.

I was tempted to tell her about Mr. Cooper's recent gift but thought better of it because it could turn into a long story and distract us from completing our task. Then for some reason I concluded that my relationship with Mr. Cooper should remain a secret.

Candi picked up the strap-on dildo.

"Didn't you feel silly fucking Mr. Jacoby's ass with that?

"Not silly at all. If you think about it, fucking a guy's ass is the ultimate act of feminine gender power over males. We can suck them, fuck them, even whip them but they stay men and we remain women. But hammering a stiff pole up their ass turns them into little girls and us into Amazons. Don't worry about it; most men won't give up their so-called superiority.

In any case, this strap-on is worthless for a female partner; it doesn't do anything for the wearer. I have one that has a hard rubber bulb on the inside of the harness that is about the size of a tennis ball with tiny little metal marbles inside that roll around and stimulates your vag and the first two or three inches inside where it really counts. It takes some effort to insert it if you are small but it makes a pussy sing! A curved tab with a vibrating spike on it penetrates the sphincter. That baby will make you want to fuck any man or woman, not for their pleasure - but yours.

We'll be using the lube." The large tube joined the toys on the bed. "All we have left is extra batteries, these earplugs, and this chain of clamps and your very own tube of wintergreen. Brad wants to introduce these to you himself so we'll repack them now."

Candi showed me the two other identical dresses, bags, belts and shoes that Brad had let her order for me. Since they were duplicates of the one I had been wearing she only wanted me to model a special outfit that she had purchased for me.

It was a pair of pink denim short-shorts with a farmer's overall bib on the top. There was an opening in the gusset that when standing, sitting or walking wasn't too noticeable, but if I intentionally spread my legs it was clearly visible. Its purpose was apparent; I could be fucked fore or aft without removing my attire. There was no blouse to go with it so my breasts were exposed on each side of the bib. The bib's rough texture scrapped my nipples with every movement.

The three other accessories were a pink newsboy's cap, a pink men's tie that she wanted worn in front of the bid and pink walking slippers. She said I should take it home and not let Brad know about it. The flats made me shorter than her when she was in heels.

"Take it off or I'll fuck you here and now. Do you need to pee?"

"Not desperately, but I could."

"Good! Why don't we get the douching and enema out of the way first?"

Securing the pouch and ball I followed her into the bathroom.

"You go first, Love Bug."

Feeling rather foolish with her watching I sat down on the commode. I was surprised when Candi knelt down between my knees and thrust her hand down into the toilet.

"Pee on my hand baby, it feels so nice and warm."

I couldn't believe what she expected of me. Letting Mr. Jacoby urinate on her because he demanded it was one thing but for her to volunteer to be humiliated like that shocked me.

"No, no Candi I can't do that to you." The moment that denial was out of my mouth, I regretted it. I must always do whatever she requested of me. I knew that didn't I?

"Sure you can; I want you to."

Suddenly I couldn't pee.

"Relax baby, you just have to relax."

I squinted my eyes tight and compressed my tummy. A tinkle, another and then a full stream cascaded over her cupped hand. When I was finished she lifted her dripping hand and sucked up the tiny pool of my waste.

"Your piss is delicious! Stand up."

How had my lover become such a pervert? There was nothing sensible that I could say.

Candi pulled my hips to her and licked the lingering moisture from my lips.

"My turn!"

She squatted over the toilet so she could see her own urination.

"Put your hand down there."

I knew it wasn't a request. I had to do it.

Candi had no problem letting a forceful stream fill my palm and having my voluntarily cup overflow continuously. When she finished I knew what she expected so I quickly chugged her warm liquid down hoping I wouldn't taste any of it. I did unintentionally taste it and was surprised that it wasn't that unpleasant.

"Good girl!"

"Why didn't you warn me that we were going to do that?"

"You would have argued and in the end you would have done it anyway, right?"

I nodded.

"Brad will test you tomorrow and if you bulk he'll start pissing in your mouth every time he needs to relieve himself until you are compliant, so just do it and the event will be put on the back shelf and saved for special events."

Already I knew I was going to dread tomorrow.

"Let's clean out your insides." She had me douche twice for her, and then she seemed to take extra pleasure when she had me kneeling on a towel with my butt up taking pump after pump of water into my ass and making me hold it until I begged her to let me empty myself. I was grateful that she made me do it only once although she warned me that Brad would expect me to do it three times in a row.

The bullet was new to me. Holding it between her thumb and forefinger Candi teased my vulva by lightly tapping it against my lips and sliding it up and down their outer banks. As my labia opened in response she pressed it against my clit. As she pressed more firmly I was surprised by the power of the small blunt cylinder. Its vibrations were much stronger than Mr. Cooper's dildo. As my hips began to thrust upward she turned it off.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easily."

She applied the silver dildo to my swollen clit for just a moment, fucked me with it long enough to lubricate it with my own juices then pried my anus open with it and pushed it way up my ass; farther than I had ventured with Mr. Cooper's toy or the cucumbers. She turned it off but left it deeply seated inside me.

She spread my vestibule with her left hand fingers and slowly inched the monster dildo into my vagina. It penetrated new territory deep inside me. With my cucumbers I hadn't inserted them that far out of a sense of self-preservation or fear of doing damage to myself. When the bunny ears touched my clit she stood and straddled my pelvis with her back to me.

She turned on the monster and it began to wiggle and squirm, thrust its nose a tiny bit further and the bunny flicked at my clit. She eased the speed and vibrations up to its limits. My mind and nerve endings were on multifaceted overloads. My hips were thrusting and grinding in response. When she turned on the silver dildo full speed in my anus and the two vibrators teamed up with only a thin membrane between them I screamed in wondrous agony.

Pressing the high speed bullet against my clit was more than I could take. My body bucked and twisted, my head swiveled back and forth and I became aware that I was pinching my nipples harshly with the edges of my new nails. I felt a release of molten fluid flood out of me and had the most shattering orgasm. My legs were dancing and wobbling uncontrollably. I passed out.

Conscious reality came slowly. I was still flat on my back and the bedspread was drawn over my sweaty and chilled body with Candi curled up beside me fondling my breasts and burning nipples and nuzzling my neck. I couldn't ignore the abundant dampness on the sheets beneath my buttocks and between my legs.

"What did you do to me? Did I just piss myself?"

"Nothing you wouldn't do for me Love Bug. You squirted cum; ejaculated like a man does. That doesn't happen very often or never for most women. You are an extraordinarily sensitive sexual being."

The tears began to flow; I rolled over and embraced my lover. Our legs tangled and my upper thigh pressed against her moist womanhood as we kissed. Our kisses were so right, so perfect. In Candi's arms was where I was meant to be. It was a long time before I could ask.

"Am I a freak?"

"If freak means the perfect woman for me, then I guess so."

Candi began to slither and glide her vee against my trapped thigh.

"Fuck yourself on me. Fuck yourself for me."

Our eyes met and an unspoken contract between the two of us was consecrated. Our breasts mashed together like our very first innocent fateful hug in front of Mr. Jacoby. We tightly embraced each other and became one as we kissed.

Candi tantalized herself without urgency. I felt privileged to be utilized by her in such an intimate manner. Clinging together in our sensuous embrace time stood still yet soared by. Hovering over me Candi lightly skimmed her clitoris against my flesh from knee to hip bone. Her pace was so slow that at times it felt like she was immobile. The traces of her discharges were at first warm and then cool as it lubricated her path. I could taste her tiny orgasms in her saliva during our continuous kiss. I felt matching tremors of my own as if I were her and she was me.

I was unaware that she had stopped until she released our kiss and nuzzled my neck.

"I have never - never felt so pure and beautiful. I love you Andi."

"I love you too. Loving you is like loving me. That doesn't make sense does it?"

"I don't know. Are we lesbians?"

"Would that be a bad thing?"

"I don't think so, but I don't feel like I think I should feel if I were a lesbian. I didn't seduce you and you didn't seduce me, yet we belong together. You make me feel whole... complete. I've never felt like that before."

"I don't know what to say, Andi. Let's just be us for now."

"Yes, let's just be us. Be my lover and I will be yours."

We fell into our silent cosmos slowly caressing each other and eventually falling to sleep.

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With a conscious deep sigh my eyes fluttered open. I knew I had slept deeply for a short time and I felt refreshed.

"Let's run through the rest of your toys so we have some time to ourselves."

She showed me how to get into the strap-on harness, after she ran the monster through the O-ring that encircled my vulva. She recommended that I tighten the leather belt until it almost constricted my breathing to eliminate awkward wobbles. When she pushed the dildo back against me I realized that with any resistance in action the circle within a circle of stubby protrusions on the base of the monster would provide clit rubs and pummels for me to enjoy.

"Shall we try it out?"

"Not now Love Bug, we need to get through the rest of these."

Once I was out of the harness she held up the pink vaginal inflatable and the red Anal inflatable.

"These two babies can be quite pleasant or cruelly painful. They're great to prep yourself for pulling a train or a gangbang. Brad likes to use them for discipline. I'll take it easy on you but I do have to take you to a pump or two too far."

She had me get on all fours crosswise on the bed and after lubing both generously inserted the anal one first. After three pumps I felt my inner anal cavity begin to bulge.

"That's a wild sensation. I've never felt anything like it."

"Yes, it's really nice isn't it?"

She gave another three pumps and I could feel a resistance building up.

"I think that is my limit."

"Good. Now the distress begins."

She wasn't kidding. Just one fuller pump and I thought I might burst.

"Too much! That is too much."

Another pump and tears welled up.

"Stop. Please stop."

"Just one more."

She made one more pump and immediately released the pressure. I couldn't believe my anal passage hadn't been torn apart. My body was shaking and I struggled to gain back my breath. Candi pumped again and again and the pressure was taken back to where it felt good. Without removing the intruder she inserted the vaginal one. It took five pumps to expand the walls to a point where I could feel the two dildos pressed against each other against the thin membrane separating them. Then I felt the tip probe deeper and deeper with each pump my tutor applied. The sensation was unique, even pleasant, until I felt the tip bottom out and the incremental pumps began to expand the width of my channel and swell my tummy. That was no longer enjoyable. I panicked.

"Stop! I'm bursting!"

Candi backed the pressure off until I felt filled but not uncomfortable. Then she toyed with me; a pump and release in my back passage, and a pump and release in my front. She lulled me into wanting her to never stop the tease.

"That is enough for now. We don't want you getting all horny again."

She had me right on the edge and she knew it. I felt abandoned when she extracted both dildos.

Applying an abundance of lube she inserted the long double dildo both fore and aft having fun teasing both of my orifices as she demonstrated how much pleasure it could give me and explained how it could be used by two persons. The positions and application for two seemed unending. The alternating tugs out and shoves into my sphincter and the brim of my vestibule emphasized just how pleasant shallow insertions in both entries in tandem could be. This was an act I wanted to explore and experience further. Just when I was on the brink of a combined anal and vaginal orgasm Candi pulled the darling toy away from me. She knew what she had done.

"Being on the edge will help you endure our last plaything."

The first swat of the furry side of the paddle surprised me. I received five more on alternate cheeks.

"I need to mark you up for Brad's inspection. I don't want to but I must."

Candi's declaration was quickly followed by unending sharp strikes of the dimpled rough side of the paddle. Candi showed no mercy when she applied the paddle telling me that she had to leave discernible bruises and marks for Brad to see, as he knew Alicia was fond of really laying into a new girl. She kept striking the same center spot on each of my cheeks. Early on I begged and pleaded for her to stop hitting me, but quickly realized that she wasn't going to so I just moaned and blubbered. The force drove my face into the mattress. The sting and heat built up to a point where I had to chew on the bedspread to muffle my screams.

Unexpectedly the nearly unbearable punishment seemed to reach a welcomed plateau. I felt a brief momentary coolness and was aware that my sphincter and vagina were inflating and contacting on the threshold of yet another remarkable orgasm.

The swats stopped. My ass returned to being on fire just before one final harsh strike pushed me over a precipice I had never reached before. I righted myself on my palms, fell over on my side, curled up into a fetal position and couldn't control the twitching and undulation of my body. I passed out.

I woke up on my stomach with Candi sitting on the small of my back rubbing a cooling cream on my still flaming buttocks. At first I was frightful that she was applying the wintergreen, but the heat never materialized. (I later learned that she had gotten her Aloe hand cream from her purse to comfort me.)

Although I didn't say anything, Candi sensed I was awake.

"You did good Love Bug. Never ask you're torturer to stop because they will, as you just learned, keep at you; even pour it on."

"I don't think I like being spanked, or more precisely beaten like that."

"Then we'll make it one of your rules - no spanking."

"I don't have choice with Mr. Jacoby."

"That's true. We need to get you away from him, then."

I felt I needed to clarify my feelings. "You made me cum and I understand why you like to be spanked, but it just isn't for me."

"Yeah, cumming is the goal, but it seldom happens. Men are just too timid or too rough. I'll teach you how to do it right. You will spank me, won't you? Is it too much to ask? Does that offend you?"




Andi's Summer - Day 07 Pt. 02



"No, no I'll do anything you ask of me."

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. You can always say no."

"I'll be fine."

Candi set her alarm clock so we wouldn't lose track of time. "Let's cuddle while your beautiful butt cools down."

At four o'clock Candi's timer went off announcing that I had thirty minutes to get home on time.

I moaned, "I'm so sleepy and I don't want to leave you."

"I know - me too! Is there any way you can call home and make up an excuse to stay longer?"

"I'll think of something."

Candi sat up in bed. "I'll go call Vera and beg off tonight." She took her keys and I heard the car start. I went to the window and watched the top glide out of the back and slowly cover the seats before landing on the windshield's chrome bracing. It looked like it was going to rain soon. I noticed more and different cars in front of the bungalows opposite our room. Her Highness was flanked by two pick-up trucks. I closed the blinds to shut out the world, wishing that we had some fragrant candles to scent the stale air and set an amorous mood.

Minutes later Candi returned dragging her left foot behind her.

"My goodness, are you hurt?"

Candi laughed at my concern. "Just practicing!

"You scared me!"

"Listen up Love Bug; I just had a great idea. I told Vera I had sprained my ankle and couldn't walk and she told me to take as much time as I needed and to see a doctor first thing in the morning, which got me thinking I could stall around a couple of days maybe a week and then quit - take off - disappear forever! I could drive you to California and we could be together. You can go to school and I will go independent. I'm sure I can earn more than enough for the two of us to live on!

I froze in place with my mouth wide open, staring at my lover, unable to speak.

The ticking of the portable alarm Candi had taken from her purse and the clap of the pre-rain warning thunder were the only sounds to be heard. Candi waited for my reaction. She looked both flustered and impatient.

Finally, I blurted, "Yes! OK! But we need to think this through."

"What's to think about? Have I misinterpreted our relationship?"

"NO! No, just give me some time. I'm surprised - shocked that's all."

I took a tentative step toward her and she met me. We embraced.

"I love you Love Bug; I truly do."

"I love you too, Bitch. I can't imagine living without you."

"Shouldn't we be kissing or something?"

"Or something. Let's go to sleep."

"OK, what time do you have to get home?"

"SHIT! I haven't called home!"

It was four-fifty before I rushed to the pay phone. Before dialing home I pulled the top of my sheath down exposing my breasts to prove to myself if not any lucky observer that I was a free and independent woman. I couldn't believe how whole and alive I felt.

"Hi Mom, You know Mrs. Jacoby took me into Columbus to do some shopping but we got a late start. Because it's rush hour she thought it would be a good idea to stay and have dinner here and return home later. She wanted me to call and see if that was OK with you?"

"That's very thoughtful of her. Yes, of course you can stay. When do you think you'll be home?"

"Around nine, no later than ten I imagine."

"That's fine sweetheart. Your dad will be here; Georgia and I are going to the movies."

"Thanks, Mom, enjoy the movie. Bye!"

Knowing I had just lied to my mother didn't bother me at all. I was a big girl now and soon to be on my own. She had lied to me about Santa Claus hadn't she? I laughed at myself for thinking up that preposterous rationalization.

When I returned to our room Candi was sprawled out on her back on the turned down bed in all her naked glory.

"Pretty confident, aren't you, Bitch?"

"No, just hopeful."

"I can stay, at least till nine." I had bought us three more hours.

"Good I'll set our alarm for eight-forty-five if you promise to tend to business and not get cute when we wake up." Did she just say *our* alarm?

"Listen to the girl - like all this was my idea."

I was glad our exchange had lightened up. I did a sultry striptease with my sole garment and bounced down on the bed on my stomach with my face above hers.

"Tell me your plans before I fall asleep on you."

"I don't have any yet, except for what I told you. I'm sleepy too; let's sleep on it and I'll write down what we need to do in the next couple of days."

I leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Is that the best you can do, Love Bug?"

"Un huh." Candi rolled onto her side facing away from me and I spooned up against her. We cuddled together at peace with the world. Candi fell asleep just before I did.

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We were very practical young ladies when we awoke. I had to dig for my sweats to wear home, Candi repacked the toys that I was to deliver to Mr. Jacoby on Sunday in the three large handbags and used the food bag to gather up our trash and leave it on the bathroom counter. Candi asked if she could call me on Monday morning and recorded my number in her appointment book.

During the short trip to my house Candi was fired up.

"Guess what I'm imagining right now."

"I don't know; something beautiful?"

"Yes, I can see the two of us lying on a sunny sandy beach, listening to the waves roll in while seagulls soar overhead watching us cuddle."

"In California?"

"Yes."

"If we were there together I could make love to you every day."

"Yes, I will find horny charitable gentlemen to fuck every other night."

"Why? Aren't I enough for you?"

"We need the money; I'm not about to sweat a get-by job while you go to school."

"I don't have to go to college; I want to earn my fair share."

"No. I want you to get an education; maybe I could take a class or two with you."

"That would be super! But I want to work too."

"You just want to suck cocks!"

"And you just want to be fucked up the ass!"

We were both giggling uncontrollably when she pulled up to the curb in front of my house. We had so much to talk about; too much to even start until Monday. She asked if nine o'clock would be too early for her to call. I said I would be ready and waiting. She helped me retrieve the handbags from the trunk and we said an awkward good-bye; neither of us comfortable embracing in front of my parents' home. I watched her speed away and felt empty.

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