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Dear Deidre Ng,

	Hi, Kellie again!  This is addictive!  Thank you for posting for

me.



	I was thinking about what you've posted, how I've caught glimpses

of how you grew up with your sister.  The flash of recognition is there as

I read them,  the same kind of stuff happened to me, too.  I have two

sisters and two brothers.  I grew up in Queens, and went to Catholic girls

schools until I went to college, St Johns, which if you don't know is in

Queens, and St Johns Law School.  I still live in Queens.  The Girls HS I

went to was the worst education possible, all of us were wild kids,

serious drinkers, we were probably faster to lift our skirts for a guy

than the public school girls who had them around all the time.

	When I was sixteen I got invited to a sleep over party.  I was

friends with this girl who was pretty shy, Colleen.  I remember that she

only had sisters, and they all had names that ended -een, Kathleen,

Eileen, Noreen, etc.  Anyway, she invited six girls over to her house.  I

probably wasn't the only one who thought sleepovers were for kids and

maybe I could sneak out to see my boyfriend.  But I went along.  Everyone

else who was invited I knew, and I was suprised that one girl in

particular was there.  Deb was seventeen, had been left back once, was

definitely the wildest girl I knew.

	Well after midnight we were sitting around Colleen's bedroom, only

one light on, everyone of us in panties and a tee shirt.  Some of us

filled out the tee shirt more than others, I did a good amount of looking

at my girlfriends boobs, rating myself on how big my tits were relative to

theirs.  I'm not very big, definite B-cup material.

	Deb was bragging about everything and anything she had done. 

According to her, she had two regular boyfriends that gave her pot, booze

and kept her pussy full, she had gone down on a priest in one of the

confessionals in our parish church and she had hypnotized her parents so

she could stay out and do anything and never get in trouble.  In my head I

was thinking that she was so full of crap, when Colleen said exactly that!

 I was stunned, someone standing up to Deb, no less Colleen.  I think she

didn't like what Deb said about the priest.  

	Deb looked at her.  We were all silent.  Deb said, "You think I

made that shit up?"  Colleen didn't answer, just sat there crosslegged on

the floor.  Deb said, "You don't think I can hypnotize people?"  Colleen

said, "I don't think you can spell it, and I certainly don't think you can

do it."  Deb curled her lip, smiled and said, "I don't have to know how to

spell it to know how to do it.  My uncle Johnnie was in a circus and he

learned how to do it.  He tried to hypnotize me and make me take my shirt

off for him.  It didn't work on me and I told him I would tell on him or

else he had to tell me how to do it so it worked.  And anyway all he had

to do was ask.  So I learned it from him, and a few other things as well. 

I can probably hynotize you, Colleen."

	"Ha"

	"Chicken"

	"Am not"

	"Then let me try."

	"Go ahead, make a fool of yourself."

	Deb got up from the bed and sat behind Colleen.  "I'm gonna see if

it'll work on you.  I'm gonna test how sensitive you are."  She put her

hand over Colleen's head, and brought it closer and closer, asking Colleen

if she could feel it each time.  Colleen said no each time until Deb's

hand was just hovering over her hair.  Then Deb said, "Okay can you feel

this?"  Colleen said yes.  I think about it now and it seems Deb was

really seeing how suggestible Colleen was.

	Deb got up, and made Colleen get up and sit on a chair.  She sat

on the other chair in the room, to the right and facing Colleen.  She

fished around in her purse and came out with a cigarette lighter.  She

told the rest of us to sit on the floor behind Colleen, so we took up

positions in a rough semicircle.  Flicking on the lighter, she told

Colleen to stare at the flame while she talked.  Deb held the lighter in

front of Colleen while she talked almost inaudibly into her ear.  I

couldn't hear what she said.  We sat, hushed and expectant, watching and

waiting.

	Like I said it was well after midnight, so I think Deb started

with an advantage.  I think I must have dozed off a little my self,

because my head snapped up as Deb flicked off the lighter.  Deb looked

around at us to make sure she had our attention.  She flicked the lighter

again so that it sparked but didn't light, then held it up in front of

Colleen.  "Colleen, hold up your finger please."  She did.  "Colleen, I'm

going to hold this flame closer and closer to your finger.  You tell me to

stop when it gets to hot."  The unlit lighter mover closer to her finger. 

When it was almost touching Colleen said "Stop."  Her voice had a dreamy

quality, I got goosebumps hearing it.  There was something childlike in

it.

	Deb turned to us and in a low voice warned us not to say a word or

break the trance.

	"Colleen, all your friends are asleep.  Its kind of stuffy in

here, wouldn't you feel cooler with no top on?  Noone will see you take it

off."  Colleen leaned forward and crossed her arms.  Grabbing her shirt,

she pulled it over her head.  Her hands fell back to her lap, still

tangled in the sleeves of the shirt.  Deb motioned for us to come and sit

in front of Colleen on the floor.  Sitting there, I looked up at Colleen. 

Colleen had milky white skin, coppery red hair and at least a million

freckles.  She had freckles across her chest, freckles over her breasts,

right up to her dark brown aureoles.  Her breasts swayed slightly as she

breathed.  I couldn't believe I was looking at Colleen sitting almost

naked.

	"Tell me, Colleen, do you have a vibrator?"

	Colleen blushed.  She blushed across her breasts and up over her

chest and neck and cheeks.  I blushed with her.  More than blushing, I

felt the wet start to flow in my pussy.  I didn't have a vibrator at

sixteen.  I knew from whispered conversation what they were and what they

did, but still I'd never seen one.  Colleen was blushing flame red as she

answered, "Yes."

	"Who do you like?"

	"Joey Conigliaro."

	Joey C had been an altar boy, believe it or not.  His real

interest was looking down ladies' dresses as they knelt to take Communion.

 Maybe Colleen knew this, maybe not.

	"You like him a lot?"

	"Yes."

	"You'd like it if he kissed you?"

	"Yes."

	"You'd like it if he touched you?"

	"Yes."

	"Where would you like Joey to touch you?"

	"My breasts."

	"How would you like Joey to touch you?"

	Colleen lifted her hands out of the shirt at her lap.  She ran her

fingers lightly over her breasts.  She took them in her hands and pushed

them together.  She ran her index finger back and forth across her nipple,

and as she did she sighed a little sigh and said, "Oh, Joey thats so

nice."  I watched her hands move, caressing herself.  I was getting wetter

and wetter, and my nipples were standing up under my tee.  I tucked one

heel into my crotch and rocked it into my clit.

	"Colleen, what will you do if Joey wants to touch your pussy?"

	Blush.  She hooked her thumbs into her panties and wriggled out of

them.  They came away damp from her crotch.  She had sparse strawberry

blonde fuzz softly covering her mound, and freckles everywhere.  She

picked up her legs and propped her heels on the chair.  We all had good

look at her pussy.  I was drenched with juice in my slit, I could feel the

wetness on my heel as I pressed through my panties.  I tore my eyes away

from Colleen long enough to look around, to see if anyone was watching me.

 I saw three other girls also rocking on their heels and one openly

rubbing her fingers into her crotch through her panties.

	"Colleen, where is your vibrator?"

	"Between my matresses."

	Deb didn't ask, but the girl that had been stroking her pussy most

plainly got up and lifted the matress on Colleen's bed.  She pulled out a

slim vibrator about six inches long.  She passed it over to Deb

wordlessly.  As she knelt again she slid her panties off and fingered her

clit unashamedly.  I bit my lip when I saw the vibrator for the first

time.  But my jaw dropped when I saw this other girl doing what I had done

only in secret.  She was staring at Colleen and Deb, jaw slack, fingers

working slowly between her legs.  My own pussy twitched as I watched her

gulp and whimper.

	Deb refocused my attention by turning on the vibrator.  It made a

buzz that reminded me of cicaidas at night.

	"Colleen, did you ever play with your vibrator and think about

Joey fucking you?

	Blush.  "Oh, yes"  She passed her hand over her pussy and her lips

spread as her whole pussy seemed to swell and darken.  I gasped and the

other girls too, as the transformation of her pussy struck ours as well. 

At sixteen, who hadn't thought about getting laid by their boyfriend, who

hadn't felt before exactly that engorgement of their mound, the lips

peeling back, pussy damp and expectant as the fantasy unfolded?  We all

had, it seems.

	Deb took the buzzing vibrator and pressed it to her lips.  Her

tongue snaked out and licked the head of it, the tip of her tongue on the

tip of the slim cream colored wand.  She made it wet and passed it over

her lips like she was applying lipstick.  She paused a moment, gathering

the saliva in her mouth and then she plunged it in, rolling it with her

tongue.  It came out wet and glistening.  

	I was awestruck.  I knew, viscerally, that Deb had just treated

the stiff plastic of the vibrator as she might have treated the stiff

flesh of a man.  All my fantasies ended short of doing such a thing.  I

had one fantasy where I was tied up and my boyfriend was forced by shadowy

unclear forces to put his erection in my mouth, that I was expected to

suck it.  I always fantasized it coming closer and closer to my face, but

never contact, never taking him into me.  I always came before then, just

imagining his stiff cock hanging in front of me, getting closer and

closer.

	Now Deb sat on the floor, joining our circle.  She was right in

front of Colleen, practically face to face with her pussy.  Colleen's

pussy was slick, a little translucent drop of her juice crept towards the

pink pucker of her asshole.  She had put her hands over her head and

grasped her elbows.

	"Colleen, its safe to imagine that Joey is fucking you right now,

that he slipped into your room while your friends were sleeping and he

found you so ready that he just had to fuck you right away.  Your

imagination is so powerful it starts to feel like he's really inside you."

	Colleen took one hand and lay her fingers around her lips,

massaging her pussy slowly.  Her lips gaped apart as she softly called to

her lover over and over, "Oh Joey fuck me please, oh please Joey fuck me."

 Deb took the vibrator and touched the tip to Colleen's lips.  The pink

flesh eagerly parted for the wand, it seemed to disappear effortlessly

into her, that Deb had hardly put any pressure on it, instead that

Colleen's pussy had lapped it up.  As it disappeared a long sigh came from

Colleen.  Deb seemed to have to pull it back out of her, her cunt lips

gave it up reluctantly.  It reappeared covered with a pearly layer of

Colleen's juice.

	Deb worked the wand into her, played it in and out while Colleen

mewed in ecstasy.  Her chest was covered with a deep flush between her

breasts that merged all her freckles into one dark patch.  Her nipples

stood out stiff, seeming to stand on a secondary rise in her breast. 

After a while Deb turned to her right and looked to the girl who had

gotten up before.  Her fingers were deep in her pussy now.  Deb silently

offered her the place in front of Colleen and control of the wand.  She

slid her fingers out of her pussy and got up, changing places with Deb. 

Deb took the chance to remove her panties as she shifted position.

	We each took a turn fucking Colleen.  When it was my turn the

first touch of the vibrator in my hand was a shock.  It was warm from the

handling of the others, Colleen's juice was thick over it, down onto the

ribbed portion.  The buzz ran up my hand, I felt it in my breasts and

between my legs.  The two girls that had preceded me had fingered

themselves as they stroked Colleen with the shaft of the vibrator, I found

myself doing the same.  I pulled it out and passed the slick tip of it

over Colleen's clit as I fingered my own.  Colleen and I groaned at the

same instant.  Deb hissed from my right not to make her come yet.  I

penetrated her again, and relinquished my spot to the last of my friends.

	When she was done Deb took the wand again.  She had stripped off

her shirt as well as her panties.  She was all around heavier than Colleen

or any of us, wide heavy hips, heavy breasts already pendulous.  Her

nipples were flat and the skin around them looked puckered.

	"Oh Colleen its time for you and Joey to come, he really wants to

feel you squeeze him now, just wait a minute while he puts his condom on."

 She pulled the vibrator out of Colleen's cunt.  It was heavy with

Colleen's juice.  Lifting herself, Deb fed it into her own pussy, giving a

heavy throaty moan as her lips engulfed the buzzing shaft.  Then she

licked her fingers and planted them in Colleen's pussy.

	We had all at one time or another stripped.  Seven naked girls

sat, six on the floor, one on a chair.  Six girls fingered their pussies,

and one fingered two pussies.  We were watching as Deb and Colleen worked

closer and closer to climax, Deb's fingers sliding into Colleen and out,

her thumb cirling Colleen's clit.  Colleen was so red, she looked about to

catch fire, about to split in two.  Her mouth worked noiselessly, her back

arched, every muscle tensed.  Deb was matching her, hand pumping up and

down over her clit, the vibrator a muffled buzz inside her, her breasts

shaking as she bent forward, legs splaying across the floor, spreading

under her, vibrator completely in her as her pussy pressed against the

floor.  Her face hung over Colleens cunt, she must have been full of the

scent and taste of Colleen's pussy.  

	Just as they came I saw Deb's tongue flick out and lick Colleen on

the clit and then they were both thrashing and I was coming and so were

the others.  Seven girls twisted in the sweet agony of their orgasms. 

Through my own red haze I remember the slap of Deb's thighs and ass and

pussy against the floor.  We were all for the most part silent, knowing

that there was no choice but to strangle our screams.  It seemed to last

forever, that every time my spasms would pass, I would hear the low moan

of my neighbor and the spasms would come again, and I would grunt and set

another one of us off.



	Deb withdrew her fingers from Colleen's ginger colored cunt. 

Staggering to her feet, she sqatted and the vibrator shot from her pussy. 

She clicked it off.  She led the collapsed Colleen to her bed and lay her

down on it and lay down next to her.  Crooning in her ear the words to

break the trance, that it was all a dream, that she should fall deeply

asleep as Deb counted back.  We others sprawled on the floor, between

sheets, random sleeping bags appropriated by the nearest girl.  We were

all crashing asleep, the strength of our orgasms now become an anchor

dragging us down.  Just as I fell unconcious,  I heard Deb's voice

counting back for Colleen, they were still in bed together, weren't they? 

Four, three, two, one, and as I slipped away Deb's voice, could it be that

tender? Whispering "I love you, Colleen" in a hush noone was supposed to

hear.



	We woke up in the morning, naked, sore, smelling of stale

excitement.  Ours eyes met and slid away.  Noone ackowleged the vibrator

lying on the floor in plain sight, until Deb kicked it under the bed as

she came back from the bathroom.  Colleen's mom took us to a diner for

breakfast.  We packed our stuff.  We went home.  Colleen tried hanging out

with Deb alot after that.  Deb gave her the cold shoulder.  Then Deb got

expelled, for getting arrested with one of her boyfriends for stealing a

car.  We didn't see her, after that.