Our Second Date

As excited as I was to think about using the condoms that night or over the weekend, well it just did not happen. When Lennie came back from the bathroom, she had a worried look on her face. I asked her what was the matter, but she just seemed to be far away and hardly paid any attention to me. I drove home in silence, when we got there Lennie hurried off to bed, not even giving me a hug.

The rest of the weekend we just stayed away from each other. She spent the biggest part of the time in her room. I hinted about “doing it” a couple of times, but she just looked at me like I was an alien from a foreign planet. She never took the hints and was as quite as a mouse the rest of the time we had the house to ourselves.

Mom and Dad came home from the funeral right on schedule and things pretty much returned to our normal farm family life. Getting up early, feeding the stock, making sure everything was in order and then off to school and life in the outside world.

We rode the school bus to school everyday, she sat with her friends, I sat with mine. We were both pretty shaky about it, at least that is the way I think about it now.

Even though I could not get my mind off what had happened, we just never seemed to have a chance to talk about it. She just went about life like nothing had happened.

The package of condoms I bought, well I had them hidden in my hidey hole and looked at them everyday. It was like I just had to make sure that Lennie and I had actually done what I could not get off my mind. It was almost a dream.

One night, about 2 weeks after the drive-in, I was in my room, homework was a big thing to our parents and they made us do it. Bad grades were not something they took very quietly. Making all A’s seemed to be the only thing that truly made them happy. Sure a B was not to bad, but a C, well that was grounds for being restricted to your room. Anyway, I was at the books and just had not realized how much time had passed. I figured everyone else in the house was getting ready for bed.

Lennie picked that moment to come into my room and say, “Hey, Big Brother, want to talk to wifey?”

The words just about caused me to have a coronary, I got scared as shit and must have looked it too, because Lennie just about feel down laughing.

“Lennie, you can not talk that way, Mom or Dad might hear you!”

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that I just finished my period!”, and with those words she started to walk out.

I said, “Hey, Lennie wait a second.”

She stopped and looked back at me.

I asked her, “What’s up? I mean now your talking to me about . . . well, about what we did. But for the past couple of weeks you’ve been so quite I thought something was really wrong. I was concerned that I did something super wrong. I been so worried lately, God it has been keeping me awake at night!”

She said, “Well, I got scared and was afraid that I might get pregnant, I was all worried that we might do something that we would both regret for the rest of our lives.

I looked at her and could tell that she was just being safe with herself and then I said, “I need to tell you that I bought condoms at the gas station that night. I thought about that, your getting, . . . um, you know. I ain’t stupid you know. I bought them to keep us safe. I mean you pregnant, I could just imagine what would happen to you and us if the folks found out and if you got pregnant, we’d have to tell them”

She laughed again, and said, “Well, I thought about it too but you never said anything about condoms, so I thought you didn’t think about it. Why didn’t you tell me that night? I thought you were just like all the other guys, do it and then just make out like it was all MY FAULT!”

I looked at Lennie and said, “You know I am not like other guys, heck I am . . . your BROTHER!”

She laughed then and said, “Yeah, I remember, but I was still worried, I am getting to know you, . . . in a different way, I guess.

I got scared then that mom and dad might over hear us and I said, “Where are Mom and Dad?”

“I came up when they decided to go do some work on the computer, they are in the office.”

The office was way up in the front of the house, just about as far away as they could get from where we were in my room. I felt a little better about talking to her, at least I did not have to worry about them hearing us.

Now she had that smile on her face again, the one that said, “Hey, want to play house.”

The next thing she said was a shock, She said, “Ok, so when we going to the movies again?”

I stuttered and stammered for a second, but managed to say, “You sure we should be talking about this?”

With a look of total defiance on her face she said, “You damn right, I loved it that night and I want to do it again and MORE!”

I was still scared by what she had told me before and not at all convinced that we should be talking about the subject.

She must have seen the internal workings of my mind because she said, “Now look, I need to talk to you about this, but now is not a good time. If we can get out of the house tomorrow or the next day, I will tell you everything I need to, we just can not take a chance on the folks finding out about US!”

I was scared again and said, “Lennie, there can be no US, we can not do that again, we have to much to worry about.”

She laughed like I was a fool and said, “Well, you just make sure and talk to me tomorrow!” With that she left the room, I was worried again and afraid to say anything as she walked out.

I was in a total quandary over what to do. My homework just sat there on my desk, even though I was looking at the books in front of me, nothing seemed to register. I was worried and nothing was going to distract my mind from what I had to face. Finally I could not take just setting there any more and was just about to go march into Lennie’s room when I heard my parents outside my room.

Dad looked through the door at me. He must have real- ized that something was wrong because he came in the room and said, “Hey buddy, you look like you got problems, anything I can do?”

I said, “Probably not, I got a big test tomorrow . . . I think I am ready for it, but I am a little worried. It is an important one, if I do well on it I might get a break on taking the finals next month.”

He said, “You’ll do fine.”

I said, “I hope so, but I sure need to study some more and my concentration is not good right now.”

He said, “Hang in there and don’t over do it. You should get some rest and let the mind do the work.”

I said, “OK, but I don’t think I can sleep.”

He laughed and said, “It is great to have to such wonderful kids, you both make your Mom and I very proud.”

I could think of nothing but what Lennie had just said to me and the thought that ran through my mind was, “Yeah, well if you knew what we were talking about a little while ago, you would not be saying that.”

I sat there real quite, he must of thought that I was thinking about the books, and said, “OK, just study all you want too, I am going to bed.”

I said, “Thanks Dad, I’ll study for awhile longer and then turn out the lights. First I think I will get a coke and get back to the books.”

As he left my room, he said, “Go get-um Big Guy!”

I laughed and felt some of the tension go away.

I got a coke and sat back down at my desk. I sat there for a few minutes, drinking my coke and wondering about what Lennie wanted to talk about. I was almost finished with my coke and it was clear to me that I was not going to study, I didn’t even need to but my mind was running about 100 miles per hour. I finally stood up and began to undress, thinking that I would just crawl under the covers and hide.

I got into bed and turned on my bed lamp and just laid there thinking, then something else began to creep into my mind, sex, sex, sex, sex!

I could not help but think about that night at the drive-in, wow, it was something. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. My penis knew it too, because it was hard as stone. I put my hand inside my underwear and the feelings of pleasure were so strong I almost had a climax. But then I started thinking about Lennie and what she wanted to talk about. I thought to myself, “well at least the first time was good, lets see where things go from here.”

I reached over turned out the light and tried to relax. I must have been a lot more tired than I thought because I went right to sleep. I slept like a rock, I don’t think I moved all night long. The next thing I knew the alarm was going off and it was time to get a new day going.

The morning routine was a breeze, nothing seemed to bother me. Everything just seemed to go like clock work. The chores seemed to calm me down and I got everything done in record time and hurried back to the house to get ready for school.

I got my clothes changed and hurried out to meet Lennie for the long walk out to the road to catch the bus. On the walk out to the road Lennie said, “So we going to try to get away for a couple hours tonight?”

I said, “Sure, what we going to tell the folks?”

She said, “We can tell them we have been invited over to Lauren’s house.”

I said, “What happens if they call over there?”

She said, “Well, let me talk to Lauren today, we can really go over there if you want to. Lauren has been asking me to get you to call her, why don’t we go over and see her?”

I laughed and said, “Sounds good to me.”

Lennie laughed a kind of funny way and said, “Well it will be good for me too!”

I must of looked curious at what she said, because she laughed again and said, “I’ll tell you more tonight.”

The bus was already coming up the road, so I did not press her for any details.

We made it to school, but it was a much longer day than I remember day’s at school being. I guess it was all the stuff concerning Lennie on my mind. I never see Lennie at school, our classes are far apart and we take different hallways to get to them, so I did not see her until time to catch the bus home.

When we got off the bus at home, on the walk from the road to the house Lennie said, “OK, Lauren has invited us over to their house but we sort of got a problem.”

I said, “What’s up?”

Lennie said, “The problem is her brother, Graham, he will be there and Lauren is concerned about what he will say to you.”

I kind of looked at Lennie in a curious way and she said, “OK, I will tell you part of what I was going to tell you later tonight. Lauren and I have been friends since 5th grade, remember she and I were in Mrs. Lawson’s class together? We been best friends ever since.”

I said, “Sure I remember all that.”

She said, “Well we have been a lot more than just friends.”

I did not understand what she was saying, at least not at first, and she must have realized it, because she said, “We have been doing it, you know.”

I was shocked for a second, then said, “You mean, having sex?”

She laughed and said, “Yes, God . . . do I have to draw you a picture.”

“Lennie, I am not all that experienced, you know that. I have never had a girlfriend and I have never done it with anyone, but . . . you.”

She laughed at that and said, “OK, I guess I can understand that.”

She continued, saying, “Remember how I used to go over to her house and spend the night? Anyway, when we were 7th graders, we were playing with her dolls and she and I just wanted to look at each other, our bodies, you know and we did. Pretty soon we were playing a lot more with each other than with the dolls. It was not having sex to us, at least it was not to us. We just wanted to know about each other and ourselves. I would look at her and describe things for her and she would look at me and describe things. Just learning about ourselves.”

I said, “OK, I can understand that, heck I been a little curious about myself too.”

She laughed at that and then continued, “One day at Lauren’s we got caught. Her brother, Graham, came into the room, we had our panties off, but we both still had our dresses on. Anyway, he caught us looking at each other.”

I interrupted her and asked, “Lennie, did he do anything to you?”

She laughed and said, “No way, he scared me pretty bad, threatened to tell Lauren’s mom, but he did not do anything to me.”

With that Lennie got real quite and she had a really concerned look on her face.

I did not think she was going to say anything more, but then she said, “But he did it to Lauren.”

I completely stopped walking when she said that and I must of looked real concerned, because Lennie stopped and looked at me and said, “Don’t worry about it, it only happened once and then we figured out how to keep it from happening again.”

We were standing on the road leading up to the house, Lennie looked at me, I must have still looked worried because she said, “I will tell you the whole story when we go over to Lauren’s but we got to get out of here before I can.”

I said, “OK, lets get to the house, we can tell mom we’re going over there for awhile.”

When we got to the house, Lennie went right up and told Mom that we had been invited over to Lauren’s and asked if was ok that she and I would go over there for a little while.

Mom said it was Ok but that I needed to check with dad and let him know so that he could do the extra stuff that I normally did. I was standing there and said, “I’ll run out and tell him” Mom said, “Fine”

Lennie looked at me and said, “I am going to put on my jeans, I’ll be ready when you are.”

I just shook my head and hurried out of the house to find dad. I found him in the big implement shed, he was working on one of the tractors. He said, “Glad your home, need some help.” I said, “Hey, I did great on the test today, no final for me.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, well I knew you’d do great, but that is good that you don’t have to take the final. Hand me that wrench, will ya?”

I grabbed the tool he wanted and gave it to him. I then said, “Dad . . . Lennie and I have been invited over to Lauren’s, Mom said we could go if I could get you to do my work tonight.”

He smiled and said, “Sure, I can do it.”

He looked at me real serious and said, “Be a gentleman, I like Lauren, she is a fine young lady.” He had that twinkle in his eye that said he understood a lot more than I was telling him.

I was kind of embarrassed by his statement and he laughed and said, “Heck, I think it is about time you got a girlfriend and Lauren is quite a catch.”

I laughed and said, “I don’t think it is that.”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, we’ll see about that. I was slow to get the message about girls too you know. Your Aunt Steph, she had to work me over real hard to get me to ask your mom out.”

I was real uncomfortable with what he was telling me and he could see it and kind of chuckled.

I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could and quickly said, “I guess I better go” and turned to leave.

He said, “Hey, take the car, I will need the pickup to haul the feed in.”

I said, “Thanks Dad, see ya after while.”

As I walked away, he said, “You call us if you are going to be late!”

I said, “Sure thing, but we will probably be back pretty soon.”

He laughed and said, “I bet your not home as soon as you think!”

I laughed and headed back to the house.

When I got inside, Lennie was ready to go. I looked at her and said, “Let me change into my jeans too, won’t take but a second.” She said, “OK, I’ll be here.”

I hurried, in record time I had my clothes changed. When I got back to Lennie I said, “Dad wants us to take the car, I’ll get the keys.”

I stopped in the kitchen and told mom we were taking the car, she said, “Good, you two have a nice time and have a burger in town, I will not cook for you tonight.”

I said, “Good idea, Dad said for us to call if we were going to be late.”

Mom said, “Fine, just be careful on the highway.”

Lennie and I hurried out of the house to the shed where we parked all the farm vehicles. Dad kept the car in the shed too. When we got inside the shed, Lennie said, “Look out the door, can you see anyone?”

I said, “No, what the heck do I need to see if anyone is out there for?”

She said, “I need to get something out of the truck, I thought we were taking it, so I put some stuff in it.”

I said, “What the heck did you put in there?”

She laughed and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll like it, now go see if anyone is outside.”

I looked out the door, not a person in sight and I told Lennie that.

She hurried around to the passenger side of the truck and got her gym bag out of behind the seat.

I was worried that she had put stuff in the truck and said, “Lennie what would have happened if Dad had found that?”

She giggled and said, “Stop worrying, I put a bunch of stuff in the bag that Dad would never look at, clean undies, things like that. He never looks in my bag, he knows girls keep things that men are not supposed to meddle in.”

I said, “Well I guess I am just really over cautious about this whole thing, maybe I need to lighten up a little.”

She laughed at me.

The family car is a big old land yacht of a station wagon. It is a pretty old car but we don’t drive it much, most of what we do requires the trucks and the old car is in great shape. It still looks new and drives like it too. Lennie threw her bag into the back seat as I climbed under the wheel.

As we pulled out of the shed, Lennie said, “We are not supposed to be at Lauren’s for an hour. I need to talk to you and you need to be able to listen, so we need to go somewhere where we can be in private. Got any ideas?”

I said, “We could go get a burger?”

She said, “I think we need to be more private than that.”

I was thinking where we might go, when Lennie said, “Can we go over to the lease place, you know there is a barn over there where we could put the car inside?”

I thought about it for a second. The lease place is some farm land that Dad leases from an old lay in town. Her husband died a long time ago and rather than sell the place she leases it out. She gets a few extra dollars, above the taxes and Dad always talks about maybe trying to buy the place one of these days. He has hinted that I might want to buy it and build me a place, but I keep him from getting to aggressive about buying by telling him I ain’t sure I want to farm, even though I know that I do. Right now there was nothing over there but a big field of cotton and an empty barn. I said, “It would be ok, unless Dad decides to come over there for some reason.”

Lennie said, “Well do you think he might come over there?”

I said, “Heck, I don’t know, he might, but there is no real reason for him to come over there.”

Lennie said, “Well let’s go over there then.”

The lease place was only a few minutes drive away and it did not take us long to get there. When we got there Lennie hopped out of the car and opened the big door on the barn and I pulled the car inside. The old barn is in pretty good shape, we use it to store hay for the winter, but most of it was empty right now. As she closed the door, it got dark as midnight in the barn. For a second I did not think she would be able to find the car, but I heard her yell, “Open the car door, the dome light will come on.”

I felt kind of stupid not thinking of that and opened the door. She was back in the car in a flash. After she got in she said, “Close the door, the light from the radio is enough to see by.”

I got the feeling that she had done this before and said, “You act like you’ve done this before!”

She laughed and said, “Just part of the story.”

I said, “Oh, guess there is a lot I don’t know.”

She said, “Yes, there is a lot I need to tell you” and with that she gave a huge sigh, like she was relieved to be there and leaned back into the seat.

I sat still for a second, wondering what I had let myself in for, wondering what she would say next, my mind was running a mile a minute.

The silence in the car was pretty nerve racking, finally I reached over and turned the radio up enough to hear it. Then I kind of slid down in the seat and threw my head back against the head rest. I also gave a huge sigh and then said, “Well here we are, so what is on your mind?”

Lennie said, “Rickie I don’t really want to talk right now, but I do need a smoke.”

I looked at her and said, “I didn’t know you smoked? I don’t think Mom or Dad would approve of your smoking cigarettes!”

She laughed at that and said, “I don’t smoke cigarettes, I smoke grass, you know marijuana.”

I was really shocked at that and said, “Well, I ab- solutely know that they would not approve of that, you crazy or something?”

She laughed at me and said, “Just more of the story, but I need some right now, or I’ll never get the courage to tell the whole thing.”

I said, “Lennie I don’t have any grass, I have never had any grass and I don’t know where there is any grass!”

She said, “I know where there is some, but I will not smoke any unless you say it is ok with you.”

For a second I thought about just telling her that we needed to go home, but then I realized that if I took her home that I would never hear what she had to say and I felt like I needed to listen to my little sister.

I said, “Lennie, if you want to smoke, I guess it is ok with me.”

She got really happy then and said, “Oh, Rickie, I just knew that I could be myself with you. She started to open the car door and the light just about blinded me.

I said, “Lennie where the heck you going?”

She said, “I’ll be right back, I need to get out for a second.” Then almost like she was having second thoughts she said, “Rickie, I will not smoke it if you don’t want me to.”

I looked at her with tenderness and said, “Lennie, if you think the grass will help you, then go ahead.”

Again I could tell that what I said made her feel better and she continued to get out of the car. She looked back inside at me and said, “You have to get out of the car, I can not smoke in the car, Dad would know.”

I said, “Ok” and opened the door and climbed out. It was warm in the old barn and dark as night. Lennie left the front door on her side open and then opened the back door. She said, “Let me get my bag out, I got a flash light in it.”

She got the bag and after a second of rummaging around brought out a small flash light and turned it on. She then closed the car doors on her side and said, “Close the your door, we don’t need the lights any more.”

I watched her as she walked around the front of the car, and then at an angle across the nearly empty barn. The yellow halo of the light was illuminating only a circle on the ground. I heard her kind of whisper, “Follow me, there is a place over here where we can set down. Be careful, there are a bunch of old boards that will trip you.”

I followed her. She went all the way across the barn to an old feed bin that we had never used. She lifted the lid on the bin and moved a couple of old feed sacks to the side and hauled out what looked like a sleeping bag all rolled up. She then reached back into the bin and brought out a big battery powered lantern, one of those that people take on camping trips.

I said, “Everything we need, wow, you know how to set up things up right.”

She laughed and said, “Welcome to Lennie and Lauren’s hide out. Just follow me big brother!”

She then turned and walked away, I followed along behind her, stumbling over a board here and there. She said, “I know all the obstacles, you will learn them after a few times out here.”

I did not say anything, just followed along. We went almost all the way across the barn, me stumbling along behind and she giggling whenever I made a lot of noise or caught myself to keep from falling down.

Once we got to the other side she said, “I am going to turn on the lantern, it is pretty bright when I do.”

I heard the click of the switch and the whole side of the barn was suddenly bright. She was standing next to the door of the old tack room in the corner of the barn, again an area that I had never been in. The room was small and did not take up much space so dad had left it standing, even though once I had heard him say that he was thinking about tearing it out, “give us more room for hay,” he’d said.

I asked Lennie, “Why the heck didn’t you turn that on over there?” I pointed back at the feed bin.

She said, “Well, we have to be careful and the light can be seen from outside. I know. Once when Lauren got here before me, I could see the light shining through the cracks in the barn. We used to just stay out here in the big barn but the light through the cracks scared us. That is why we moved in here.”

She then opened the tack room door. She went in, I was right behind her. Once we were both inside she closed the door.

I scanned the room, they had made them a real cozy little corner out of the place. There was a couple of chairs and small table in the corner, an ice chest, a small coffee table in the center of the room, even the old cot had a clean cover over it. I looked around the place and said, “Nice, you got a pretty nice hide out here.”

She laughed and said, “Well, I cleaned it up a little the other day. I thought I would bring you here and wanted to have a good place to set and talk, or what- ever.” She giggled when she said that.

She kind slid past me and hung the lantern from a long wire hanging from the ceiling. With the lantern up high, the whole place was lighted well enough to see, not real bright, but kind of a nice easy light.

She looked back at me and said, “Isn’t this a nice place?”

I said, “Lennie we can not stay long, Mom might call over to Lauren’s and find out we are not there.”

Lennie said, “Don’t worry about that, Lauren’s brother will answer the phone, he is supposed to tell anyone that calls that we have gone to get a coke or something.”

I was still worried and said, “But what about Lauren’s parents, won’t they know?”

She said, “Little worrier aren’t you! No, they are working, remember both of her parents work the night shift. Relax, nothing to worry about, honest.”

I said, “Ok, guess I am just up tight about this whole thing.”

She said, “I used to worry a lot about things too, but believe me, it will be OK. Go over there and get us a coke out of the ice chest, it will be hot, but we can still drink it.

I walked across the room, which really wasn’t that small once you got inside and began to get into the ice chest.

Lennie walked over to the cot and put the rolled up sleeping bag on it and began to open it up. She said, “Now for a nice little treat for me.” It did not take her but a second and she had all the stuff out and was busy stuffing loose grass into a small corn cob pipe.

I watched her and laughed saying, “Something new every- day, my sister smokes a pipe.”

She laughed too and said, “We never could get this stuff to stay in a rolled up piece of paper, so we got a pipe at the drug store and it works great, even better than a joint.”

I watched Lennie as she continued to work on the pipe, eventually getting it ready and putting it in her mouth. With a small disposable lighter, she got the pipe to going taking a huge inhales of the smoke into her lungs. She held her breath for a few seconds and then let the smoke escape into the room.

I could see the stress drain from her as the grass started working on her. She sat down on the cot and leaned back against the wall, a dreamy kind of expres- sion on her face. She sucked on the pipe several more times, each time holding the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could hold her breath.

I moved over to one of the chairs at the little table and sat quite as a mouse in the corner, watching my little sister get high. Wondering what it would be like to do the same thing, but just a little bit afraid of what it all meant.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back at her. She did not say a word and I wondered what was going through her mind.

I sat there as long as I could, it seemed to me that there was just way too much happening for me to be able to handle it all.

Finally I said, “Do you think you can talk now?”

She said, “I don’t think I want to talk right now, I think I would rather do what we have both been thinking about.”

I looked at her and said, “Lennie, I don’t know, maybe we should not do this thing.”

She looked kind of hurt for a second and then said, “I think you need a couple of hits off this pipe.”

I said, “I don’t know about that either, I don’t think it is a good idea for us both to get stoned.”

She laughed and said, “Rickie, it is not as bad as you have been told, honest. A couple of hits, you feel good, a couple more hits you feel great, a couple more hits and your ready for anything. I think you should try it” with that she leaned forward and handed me the pipe.

I just sat there looking at it. It felt real heavy in my hand, almost like it was made out of lead or something.

I guess she could see the hesitation on my face because she said, “Go on, it won’t hurt you, try it.”

So I did, I put the pipe to my mouth and sucked in a little smoke. I coughed a little but not bad. I puffed a couple more times and for the life of me I didn’t think I felt a thing.

Lennie watched me and said, “Give it back to me, I need another hit.”

I handed the pipe back to her and she sucked in another huge breath through the pipe. She held her breath until she was almost red in the face.

For some reason, her red face just seemed very funny and I started laughing.

She said, “Ah see, it does feel good doesn’t it.”

That was when I realized that she was right. I felt really good, a nice warm feeling spreading through me, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, I could felt the most relaxing feeling in the world. Suddenly I wanted to talk real bad and said, “Wow, that feels great!”

She laughed and said, “See your little sister ain’t so dumb.”

Looking at her I said, “Lennie, I never thought you were dumb. I love you a lot and would never think that about you. I like to be around you, you’re a lot of fun.”

She smiled back at me and said, “I love you to Rickie, even more than I ever thought that I could, but it is not the kind of love that I ever thought that I would have with my brother!” and she started laughing.

I could not help myself and I started laughing to. We laughed for what really did not seem like very long, but then I noticed that she was just looking at me, with kind of a serious look on her face.

I said, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She said, “The first time you smoke, it is . . . well kind of new and you don’t realize how it affects you. You’ll understand one of these days.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just mumbled an OK and looked at her.

She said, “Well, dear brother, we are setting here wasting time. You want to play house with little sister?”

I just sat there looking at her, at least for a second. Lennie, however, seemed to know exactly what to do.

She slowly reached out her hand and I took hold of it.

She kind of guided me over toward, I stood up and slowly moved across the little room, her with a steady pull guiding me. I did not resist her, even though I felt that maybe I should. Her hand felt so warm and soft and the strength of her seemed to flow into me. I then realized that I could not have resisted her if I wanted to.

As I got closer to where she was setting she kind of swing her legs around and laid full length on the small cot.

I stood next to the cot and looked down at her. She still held my hand and pulled me with the same steady pressure as before. As I watched her she gave me one of her heart breaking smiles and I just kind of melted onto the cot next to her.

The cot was pretty small, but neither of us being very big people there was plenty of room for me to lay beside her, but we had to get real close. I could feel her body trembling next to me, and she could feel me trembling too.

She looked me in the eyes and said, “Rickie, I’ve been dreaming about this since that first night, it was all I could do to stay away from your room at night after mom and dad go to bed. I laid awake at night thinking about you and what we did and I wanted to do it so bad. Do it to me again, I want it so bad.”

I never broke eye contact with her and said, “Lennie, we can not do it again, you remember how worried you were before, I mean about getting pregnant, well, we would have the same problem again, I didn’t bring any thing to protect you.”

She smiled and said, “Well, if that is all that is stopping us, then we don’t have anything to worry about now. During the week of my period . . . I went to the clinic over at the college and got birth control pills. I have been taking them for two weeks now. The doctor over there, she told me that after two or three days I would be safe.”

I was curious how she had gotten in the clinic, but I did not want to take the time to ask how she managed it, so I just stored that one away to ask another time.

She was still holding my hand, and again must of realized that I was still kind of unsure about the whole situation. She saw the confusion on my face and with- out a seconds hesitation she took my hand and put it between her legs and said, “Rickie, feel me, I am soaking wet, I need you bad, please do me, please!”

I could feel the heat of her coming through the jeans she had on and the crotch of the jeans was wet to my touch.

I needed her too, my prick was as hard as stone and she could feel me as I pressed up against her side.

I said in a hoarse whisper, “We can not do it with our clothes on, let me take off my pants.”

She watched me as I stood back up beside the cot, as soon as I was off the bed she began to pull her clothing off too.

We both just threw our clothing on to the floor. I turned my back and as I was dropping articles of my clothing, hers were matching mine. First my shirt, and Lennie’s was right on top of it. Then my shoes and I heard hers hitting the floor as mine did. Then her bra was on the floor. Before I could get my pants off, hers flew on to the floor in front of me. I tossed my pants on the floor on top of hers.

I was standing in my underwear when I turned back around to look at her. God, she was beautiful, she still had her panties on, but there was a huge wet area going all the way up the front of them.

She had her hands over her breasts, but they were not trying to hide her nakedness, she was twisting her nipples between the thumb and finger of each hand. A deep red flush had crept up her chest, rising upward toward her face.

I had not seen the flush before, the first time we played at the drive-in it was to dark, but here in the tack room the flush was clearly visible. I watched her as she continued to stroke her breasts. She was moaning softly and with each tweak of her nipples she rolled her hips forward, just like the night at the moves when my hand was between her legs.

I sat down on the cot beside her and leaned over and kissed her, her arms flew up around my neck and she kissed me back. Without breaking the kiss, I moved my legs around and laid down beside her on the cot again.

I put my arms under her back and lifted her upward, pressing her into me real hard. She held me just as tightly as I held her. Our mouths pressed together so hard it almost hurt. The hunger for her was burning through me like a hot poker.

We continued to kiss like that for a long time. My tongue seemed to know what to do and sought her lips and mouth. She responded by French kissing me back, our tongues entangled in a battle of passion.

I allowed my arms to loosen just a little and pulled one hand from behind her and placed it on her breast. It was so soft and seemed to be huge under my hand, even though Lennie does not have huge breasts. I could feel the nipple as it hardened under my hand, the wrinkled skin feeling very rough to my hand.

Things began to happen really fast then. I rolled up on top of her and she spread her legs to let me between them.

I pressed hard into her and she moaned deeply at the pressure on her abdomen. My cock was pressing directly into her and she was rolling her hips back and forth against me. I could feel her passion rising higher and higher.

We continued pushing harder and harder into each other and I felt my orgasm approaching too.

Lennie suddenly stopped moving against me. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She looked back at me and said, “Rickie, I want to really do it with you. I want to feel you inside of me, I want to cum with you inside of me.”

I looked at her for a second and said, “Lennie, we can not do that, you’re a virgin and I don’t want to do that to you. I don’t want to hurt you!”

She laughed and said, “Rickie, I am not a virgin, I just have never made love to a guy. I can take you inside of me, it won’t hurt me, I promise.”

I had more questions, but I could see that now was not the time to ask.

Lennie reached down between us and began to push my underwear down. I raised up a little and she pushed my underwear about half way off and then I helped by pushing them down and tossing them onto the floor.

I said, “You still got yours on, let me move and we can take them off.”

She said, “OK, just move back a little.”

I raised up into a kneeling position and she pulled her legs up in front of me and wiggled her panties out from under her and then pulled one leg and then the other out of her panties and tossed them away.

She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me back down on top of her. My cock was against her pubic mound and I could feel how wet she was. I tried to move back enough to get it into her, but it just kept slipping up over her. never going in. I did that three or four times and she tried to help me too, but it just would not go in.

She said, “Let me help, raise yourself up just a little.”

She put one hand down between us and guided me to her. She moved my penis up and down over her a couple of times, getting me situated just right and then she said, “Ok, Rickie, push into me just a little.”

I pressed forward just as she asked. A slow steady pressure, the feelings from the head of my cock of pure pleasure, unbelievable feelings, unlike anything I had ever experienced before pulsed through me, coming in wave after wave.

Lennie moaned deep inside of her, her breath coming in short, fast gulps. She moaned, “God, oh God, it feels so good, I never expected it to feel like this.”

I pushed in a little deeper, and suddenly the pleasure changed, almost feeling like thousands of tiny pin pricks on the head of my cock. Lennie must of felt the same thing because she kind of flinched against me, I looked at her face and her eyes were open wide, and she had a scared kind of look on her face.

I instantly pulled back out of her, she grabbed me and said, “No, don’t stop, I need you inside of me.

I muttered, “Lennie, it hurt for a second. I could feel it hurt you too!”

She said, “Your bigger than what I am used to, just put it in, it won’t hurt but for a second more. You’ll see.”

So I pushed back in to her, she felt a lot wetter this time and the feelings on the head of my cock were just the same as before, so wonderful that I could hardly believe it. Then it started feeling like pins and needles again. This time I stopped and just held steady.

I could feel the muscles inside of Lennie squeeze me. A hard squeeze and then relax, hard squeeze and relax, over and over, it was such a shock to realize that she was doing it. I said, “Lennie I can feel you as your body squeeze down on me.”

She did not hear me, or something, just kept moaning and slowly moving her hips in jerky little spasms.

I just held real still, wondering if the feelings from my cock could get any better. There was a deep feeling of intense pressure building inside of me, I knew that if we stayed like this for very much longer that I was going to cum and I did not want to cum.

The pin prickly feeling on the head of my cock was still there, but only right around the very head. It felt like to me that Lennie’s whole body was opening up for me, waiting for me to get inside and I wanted to get inside of her, to put as much of me inside of her as I could.

I looked at her face again, she was in an unbelievable state. Her eyes were closed tightly, jaw slack and the flush that I noticed before was a motley red all over her cheeks, even up to her forehead. There was a light film of perspiration all over her and little beads collected on her upper lip in the fine blonde hair. For a second I almost felt like laughing, but I stopped myself.

The feeling of pressure seemed to let up when I took my mind off my penis and I felt a relieved that I was not about to cum. I continued to watch Lennie and her face change. I was amazed at the intensity of what she had to be feeling. She had to be experiencing something even better than me. With each spasm of her body, her face changed, sometimes there was a look of deep concentration, sometimes a totally foreign, almost scary expression of hardness and commitment to what she was doing.

I was still holding steady pressure into her, but suddenly, I guess from all the steady pushing of my hips I had kind of a spasm in my back and my hips thrust forward. I felt my cock kind of bend in the middle, as hard as I was, and I was harder than I had ever been, my cock still kind of kinked up. With the sudden thrust Lennie’s eyes flew open and for a second I thought that I had hurt her, she gave out a huge breath and made all kinds of deep sounds in her body. A deep guttural almost gurgling sound that I never expected, and her mouth began to shake, rapidly opening and closing. I clearly saw that what she was experiencing was not pain, but intense pleasure, mind numbing pleasure.

As the spasm in my back subsided, I relaxed for a second, but kept a constant pressure into her. She stopped the gurgling noise, but was now making little whimper sounds almost like a cat.

I watched her and with a sudden thrust rolled my hips into her again, this time under my control. I felt her stiffen again and make the deep sounds again. I watched her face again and again her jaw started to flutter just like before.

I saw that what ever was happening to her she liked it, so I did it again a little harder this time.

This time the sound was louder than before and from deeper inside of her. I thrust into her and held with pressure and I felt the pin prickly feelings on my cock again, but this time it was not on the head but behind the head on the shaft of my cock.

I held there for a second and then kind of pulled back until the prickly feeling was on the head again, then thrust into her again. Again the deep moans from her and the feelings on my cock were so great that I could feel the cum boiling up. I stopped and held right there, I was afraid to move, I could feel the hot cum as it moved through my cock, I could feel it as it moved through the head, but I did not cum. I held steady real hard and tried to relax my back some, that seemed to relieve the desire to ejaculate too.

I did not think Lennie could get much wetter, but when my cum flowed into her it was like her whole body suddenly became liquid fire. I could not control the thrusts of my pelvis and I thrust into her with more force than ever.

This time there were no prickly feelings at all. My cock flowed into her and I could feel the bone at the base of my cock suddenly hit against the bone in her body too. The feelings that shot through me were almost beyond my control.

I felt her pubic hair against the base of my cock and it was a magical feeling, so wonderfully good. I was as deep inside of Lennie as I could get and I loved the feelings, my whole body tingled from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head.

I knew then what fucking meant and I realized then and there that I would do this again, and again, and again. Anytime I had the chance I would fuck Lennie, as often as she would let me. I gave up ever being able to tell her no.

I felt her body as she moved it against the bone in my hips and could tell that she was getting closer and closer to her own orgasm. She was moaning louder than ever and when I looked at her this time the saliva was flowing out of her mouth, she was almost foaming at the mouth and I almost laughed again, but I stopped again, just in time.

I felt her cunt squeezing my cock in harder and harder grasps, her butt shaking like crazy.

I pulled back out of her again, just to the point that I felt her cunt grip the head of my cock and I thrust back in. Again the bones came together with a little pain and this time Lennie said, “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

I held my penis deep inside and thrust my hips forward, bone to bone again. She said, “Fuck me, fuck me” and breathed in huge gulps of air.

She was getting closer and closer to cumming, but I did not want her to cum either, so I pulled the front of my body away from her, just enough so that there was no more bone to bone contact.

The wetness was still there and I could feel the super slick feeling of her. I thrust back in, but did not bang in to her, just a quick jabbing with my hips. That felt good too, but I could see that it did not have the same affect on Lennie. It felt especially good to the head of my cock, but not the ball wrenching feeling in my testicles.

I was learning how to fuck, each stroke was a learning experience and I knew that I had control of when I ejaculated and when Lennie would cum too. I decided to try some steady in and out action.

So I started stroking in and out with little thrusts, a whole new set of sensations flowed up my body. I picked up the speed of my thrust and again different feelings. A steady tingle seemed to be centered right on the head of my cock and there was tightness of my balls again. I kept up the steady rhythm for a little while longer, feelings building higher and higher. I still had control but if I kept it up much longer then I would ejaculate. So I slowed down just a little.

Lennie was learning too, because her hips seemed to pick up the rhythm of my thrusts and we suddenly seemed to be in time, pleasure for pleasure.

I felt the control slipping from me to her as she thrust up into me. So I stopped thrusting completely, but now she seemed to pick up where I left off and her hips kept rising and falling, pushing her cunt on to my cock, into her then out, just a little more and I would cum. I held steady and she fucked me.

Up to this point I had been laying with all my body pressing down on top of Lennie. I realized that she was having a hard time breathing with me laying with all my weight on top of her, so I slowly raised up on my arms, getting my chest off her. Also she had been laying with her legs flat on the bed, as I raised up it just seemed natural that she should pull her knees up and then lay them out to the side.

Her breathing seemed to be a lot easier now and the gasping seemed to let up. With her laying like that the only part of either of us touching the other was my cock inside of her.

I thrust my hips forward, hard again. I felt my cock go deeper than ever and she suddenly flinched and a look of pain flashed across her face. I felt a hard button hit the end of my cock and it hurt. She said, “To deep, not so deep, it hurts when you go that deep.” More new feelings were flowing through me. The pain had actually caused my balls to tighten again.

It was like my body did not hear what Lennie had just said, because on my next thrust I felt the hard button again, again Lennie flopped away from me and said, “Ah, not so deep, it hurts.”

I said, “OK, but I can not keep from pushing in like that.”

She said, “It hurts and makes me not feel as good, be careful, you’ll make me bleed.”

I was worried by that and she saw it on my face, she said, “I can help keep you from going so deep” and I felt her put her legs back down to the side, but this time she put her feet over my legs at my knees. She said, “There, I can move away from you just a little bit when you push in to me.”

I guess the pain had brought her back just a little too because she was not nearly so out of it as before. She said, “I am going to cum next time, OK?”

I said, “Me too, but I don’t want to cum without you.”

She said, “Don’t worry, I will cum when you do.”

This time I knew there would be no holding back, I didn’t want to hold back anymore anyway.

I rocked forward into Lennie and felt her met me, and with one stroke we were back in perfect rhythm.

I stroked deep and hard, with her legs around mine we had an easier time of staying together, me thrusting into her and she meeting me.

I pushed my body further down between Lennie’s legs and I could feel her pubic hair and bone against me again. We did not waste anytime getting to the peak.

I felt her begin to cum, the muscles of her cunt began a kind of rapid grasping motions and then she was there.

What I was not ready for was the sounds she made and what she said.

She started by saying, “Fuck me” over and over. “Fuck me! Fuck me!, I am going to cum , fuck me!”

When her orgasm began she started almost yelling those words, and a few more included. She said, “Fuck me goddamn, fuck me, come on you son-of-a-bitch fuck me”. I was shocked at first and realized then that she was not even aware of what she was saying. Her head was thrown back and she was just saying what ever came into her mind.

I did what she asked and fucked her, harder and harder, I drove my self into her.

The pain of my pubic bone hitting hers was intense, but the feelings in me were building to a level I thought I could never experience.

Suddenly I was cumming too. I felt my balls tighten up against my body and the sperm flowing through my cock. I felt the spurts of it, one deep muscle contraction after another, each ejecting a stream of hot cum into Lennie.

She felt it too, she started having a second orgasm, even more intense than the first one and she was moaning and thrashing into me harder than ever.

She was not talking, at least not words that I could understand, just shuddering and whipping her pelvis into me and the sounds were nothing but pure sexual. Deep moans and gasping of breathe.

The whole process seemed to go on and on, but it could have only lasted a few minutes. For me it was over in about 30 seconds but Lennie’s lasted a lot longer and I watched her as she came.

Finally she started slowing down and stopped. I kept my cock buried in her and slowly lowered my self down on top of her. She hardly moved a muscle. I could feel her as she relaxed and her heart was beating real fast and hard. I could feel her heart beat in my stomach, it was like we were part of each other.

We laid like that for a long time, I don’t know how long, but long enough that I realized that my butt was cold.

I began to rise up on my arms again, but Lennie threw her arms around me and said, “No don’t get up, lets lay here for a little while longer.”

I dropped back down on her and held her to me. I said, “Lennie we got to get out of here, we still got to get over to Lauren’s.”

She said, “I know, but you feel so good, I don’t want to stop now.”

I said, “Lennie, we ain’t got a choice, we need to go, we can do this again.”

She said, “You promise me that?”

I laughed and said, “You bet your ass I promise.”

She giggled at that and said, “OK, lets get dressed.”

I got up off the cot and started sorting my clothes out from hers. She saw what I was doing and said, “I got to pee, you get things separated, I’ll be right back.”

She went out the door of the tack room.

I stood in the middle of the little tack room, which was again just a little room in the corner of the barn and thought about when we could do this again and as far as I was concerned, the sooner the better.

I’ll Do Whatever You Want

“I’ll do whatever you want, professor.’

“Then turn around,’ I said.

She did as she was told, turning completely around and facing the door of my hotel room. I paused briefly to take in the entire package, starting at her sexy black heels, her toned calves and thighs, the short black dress that clung to her firm butt and hips.

I put my hands on her hips and leaned in toward her neck. She smelled wonderful. I kissed her on the neck and she let out a soft moan.

“Bend over,’ I said. I’ll do whatever you want

She again did as she was told and bent over, placing her hands on the bed. She was flexible; the results of having spent much of the last year in the gym, working on this perfect body. She was practically built for sex: toned but not too muscular, petite but not too skinny.

Her dress was short enough that as she bent over, her panties were almost visible. I reached up on her dress and pushed them to the side. She let out another gasp as I brushed gently against her pussy.

“Oh professor,’ She said.

“I didn’t tell you you could talk.’ I responded.

She said nothing. I reached up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. The sight was almost too much. My hottest student, bent over my hotel room bed with her panties around her ankles. I slowly unzipped my fly and released my semi-hard cock. I teased her with it, rubbing it up and down against the backs of her thighs and up against her pussy. I could feel her wetness dripping down her inner-thighs.

“Do you want it?’ I asked.

“Yes, professor. So much.’ She responded.

“Where do you want it?’

“In my pussy, professor. I want to feel your cock in my pussy.’ She said.

“Not yet. Turn around and get on your knees.’

She did as she was told. I’ll do whatever you want

I won’t say this is common at these conferences… but it’s not uncommon either. I practically went to these things in order to hook up some young, tight, ambitious, and willing students. Usually they weren’t my students, though. Too risky. I don’t need students coming back to campus and telling stories about how we hooked up at a conference. Lucy was different, though. She was worth the risk.

Usually, things went down like this. I would spend the early part of the first day scoping out the talent. It was easy. They were dressed up so you saw them at their best. Plus, you had an ice-breaker since they were presenting their research and they were expecting questions and comments from people. The best part, though, is that they were craving attention from faculty. They wanted us to come talk to them and there was some idol worship going on. Most of them wanted jobs like ours at some point in their lives so they couldn’t help but be enamored with us.

After I had made some decisions on possible targets, I would go to the evening social hour. By then, they had usually loosened up and were ready for some fun. I’d just find my targets, flirt a little bit, see who was receptive, and then mention that I was going to be at a bar around the corner that night if they wanted to come by for drinks.

It was a numbers game. I would start with 50 possibilities and it would narrow as the day progressed to a few interested, enamored, and slightly drunk options by the end of the night. A few drinks later and I could always find one of them who was ready to go back to my room with me.

Lucy, though, was my greatest conquest. She was such a hottie… and she looked especially good tonight. Like I said, I usually stayed away from my own students at these things… but not tonight. Tonight I was going to spend the night in bed with this hot little thing.

When she showed up at the bar, along with a few friends, I was immediately thankful she hadn’t changed clothes. I love what they all wear to these things but some of them change back into comfortable clothes at the end of the night. Not Lucy. She stayed in her mostly professional but a little too short black dress and heels.

She smiled when she saw me and walked over. I offered to buy her a drink for her hard work and she said, “Sure, but I should probably stop at one or two. I get a little crazy when I’ve had too many.’

She smiled coyly as she said it and I knew things were headed the right direction.

As the night went on, I tried to find the balance of giving her attention but not too much. I wanted her to know I was interested but didn’t want to broadcast it to the million other students who were there. Like I said, I didn’t need a bunch of stories floating around when I got back to campus.

A few drinks later and she was indeed getting a little crazy… and probably spilling a little bit too much personal information. The subject turned to dating and sex at one point and she blurted out, “I haven’t been with anyone in a while.’

She immediately looked like she regretted it. “I’m sorry,’ she said, “I can’t believe I said that.’

“It’s ok. We’re adults.’ I responded. I’ll do whatever you want

“In that case,’ she said, “I’ve got to tell you. I could really use a man right now. I’ve been so stressed with school and a night to relax would be really great.’

“What would that night look like?’ I asked.

“I want a night of being controlled and dominated.’ She said. “Nothing weird. No whips. No spankings. Just a night of some gorgeous guy telling me what to do, taking control of me… and fucking me hard all night long.’

I was shocked. Speechless. I thought there was a shot but had no idea this was where things were going.

“Tell me your room number,’ she said. “I’ll meet you there in one hour. I’m going to go freshen up.’

“2118′ I stammered out.

She pounded the rest of her drink, whispered goodbye, and started to walk away.

“Lucy,’ I called and when she turned back to me, I whispered, “Don’t change clothes. I want you like this.’

“Taking control already,’ she replied. “This is gonna be fun.’

And that’s how we got here. An hour later, I answered the door of my hotel room, and she walked in without saying a word. I offered her a drink, she took it, looked me in the eye, and promised me she would do whatever I wanted.

So far, she hadn’t disappointed.

“Worship that cock, baby.’ I said. “I want a feel that pretty little mouth wrapped around me.’

She didn’t ease into it at all. She gobbled me up, taking me as deep as she could. She moaned like she loved it as she did it. She grabbed onto my hips, pulled me toward her, and buried my cock as deep into her throat as she could.

“Oh, Lucy, you’re amazing,’ I moaned. I’ll do whatever you want

She responded to the compliment by taking me even deeper and by holding me there as she flicked my shaft with her tongue. It was ecstasy.

“I’m gonna fuck that mouth, baby.’ I said

She pulled back, looked up at me, and said, “Do it. Fuck my whore mouth.’

I grabbed the back of her head and held her there as I thrust my cock back into her mouth repeatedly, deeper with each thrust. Her eyes began to water as she fought her gage-reflex. Still she took it like a champ, moaning as I fucked her beautiful, warm, little mouth.

Finally, I stopped. She looked up at me, out of breath, mascara running down her cheeks from her watering eyes, but looking like she wanted more.

“Stand up and turn around,’ I said.

“Yes professor.’

“You’ve been a bad girl, Lucy. These are not things you should be doing with a professor.’

“I’m sorry, professor. You should punish me.’

“And what sort of punishment do you need?’

“I need a spanking, professor. I know I said I didn’t want one, but I think I should have one.’

I pulled up her skirt and swatted her firmly on the butt.

“Ahhhhh,’ she moaned. “Harder.’

I gave her another.

“Harder, professor, I’ve been so naughty.’

Another.

“Mmmmmmmm,’she moaned. “I think you should fuck me now. I think you should pound my tight little pussy until I realize what I’ve done.’

I grabbed her hips, and pulled her toward me. She spread her legs for me as I entered her. Her soft, wet pussy was almost too much. She let out a subtle gasp as I pushed deep inside of her.

“Oh my God,’ she moaned, breaking character for a moment. “This is exactly what I needed.’

“You feel so good, Lucy,’ I responded.

“You’re not so bad yourself, professor.’

I started to fuck her, gently at first, but picking up the pace as I went. She let out a moan with each thrust, getting louder and louder each time I entered her. The ecstasy became too much for her and she was starting to have a difficult time standing up. I pulled her into a standing position with my cock still in her and kissed her neck.

“Tell me you’re my little slut,’ I demanded.

“I’m your little slut,’ she moaned back at me.

“Louder!’ I demanded.

“I’m your little slut!’ she yelled back at me.

“Do you want to ride me, slut?’

“So bad, professor.’

I pulled out of her, took off the rest of my clothes, and lay down on the bed. “Get undressed… slowly’ I said, “but leave the heels on.’

“Yes, professor. I’ll do whatever you say.’

I watched her undress, taking it all in. She stared at me with hungry eyes as she took off her clothes, never breaking eye contact. It was like watching a present unwrap itself. Her petite, toned body was practically perfect. When she was undressed, but for the heels I had told her to leave on, she started to climb onto the bed.

“No,’ I told her. “I want to look at you.’

She stood back up for me and stood there, letting me take it all in. I started to stroke my cock for her, and she licked her lips as she watched me.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,’ I said.

She did as she was told and I continued to stroke cock as I started at her perfect figure.

She looked over her shoulder at me, biting her lower lip. “I can do that for you, professor,’ she said.

“Oh?’ I responded, “Crawl to me and show me.’

She turned around and crawled across the king-size bed to where I was sitting and took my cock in her petite hands. She stroked me gently, never breaking eye contact and licking her lips as she did.

“Do you like that, professor? Do you like having one of your slutty little students jack you off like this?

I nodded in response, loving the dirty talk and wanting more.

“Because I love this, you know. I love watching you get off, professor; love feeling that throbbing cock in my hands. I always knew you wanted me. Since the first class I took from you, I knew you wanted to fuck me. I could feel your eyes on me in every class, checking me out as I walked to and from my seat.’

I moaned softly as she started to stroke me faster.

“I wanted you too,’ she said. “There were days when I couldn’t even concentrate because all I could think about was how good it would feel if you bent me over a desk, pulled down those yoga pants you like so much, and pounded me tight little pussy.’

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be inside her again. I took her by the wrists and pulled her toward me. She let out a knowing giggle as she startled me. I slid easily into her still wet pussy, and she moaned as she started to ride me.

“Oh God, professor, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ she screamed.

She continued to ride me for a few minutes, letting out a sexy little moan with each thrust. She leaned way back and started to finger her clit bouncing up and down on my cock.

“Just a little more, professor. I’m so close.’ She panted. I’ll do whatever you want

I fought the urge to cum, but it was difficult with this little beauty riding me. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I felt her body start to quiver and shake. She threw her head back and shut her eyes. “Oh, my god,’ she moaned, “I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!’

I could feel the ripples of ecstasy pass through her as her body continued to shake. She let out a loud, wailing noise as her orgasm peaked and started to subside.

“Jesus!’ she said as she opened her eyes and leaned forward, laying on top of me, my cock still insider her. “That was fucking ridiculous,’ she said.

I didn’t say anything back. Just wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately. She started to move her hips a little, and I let out an unintentional gasp as I a wave of pleasure passed through me.

“Ohhh,’ she said. “Is somebody else close?’

“Yes,’ I managed to respond.

“Let’s finish you off, professor.’ I’ll do whatever you want

She started to buck her hips a little more, and I could feel my orgasm start to build.

“Oh, fuck me, professor. Your cock is so good. I could ride you all night.’

I started to buck my hips harder and faster, about to explode.

“Wait,’ she said. “I want to swallow it.’

Before I could say a word, she climbed off me and buried her head in my lap, fully engulfing my cock into her mouth and throat. She jerked me about three times with her hand and I started to cum… hard into her throat. I bucked my hips hard toward her face. She just let out a deep moan but kept me in her mouth and throat as I finished my orgasm.

She kept sucking for a moment before gently pulling me from her mouth.

“I love the taste of your cum, professor. Your cock is a goddamn dream.’

I reached for her and pulled her toward me, still feeling the aftereffects of the incredible orgasm I had just had. I held her in my arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. We were both exhausted.

“Was it what you wanted?’ I asked.

“Oh yes,’ she said with a giggle. “That was amazing. I hope it’s not the last time.’

A Poorly Written Essay

She shuffled through the stack of papers as she wandered among the desks, pulling out a particular sheet as she passed each student, careful to keep a grip on the expanding fan of essays. Terry caught her eye as she searched for his and at once felt her disappointment. She folded the sheet slightly as she passed his essay to him and continued through the maze of seats.

Terry turned over the assignment they had completed during the last class session. There were two red marks in the title alone, vicious circles around his apostrophe errors of “A Midsummer’s Nights Dream” and two dozen more cruel strikes in the body of the three paragraphs. It had been a simple exercise, so there was no grade, but at the bottom of the piece were the words, “See me after class!”

After a few comments on the varied use of rhyme in the comedic romance, Miss Turner turned their attention to Othello.

Terry watched as she spoke, intrigued by the twinge of color in her cheek as she read Jasmine’s speech, outlining his malicious scheme. Her dark blue eyes seemed to rage as she read, a fierce gaze that stirred Terry’s interest. She closed the book and dismissed the students. He could feel his heart beat as he stood and approached the front of the classroom.

Liza dashed to Miss Turner and began pouring out her thoughts on the Moor and his lily-white mistress. Terry sat back on one of the front desks and stifled a yawn. Miss Turner nodded and nodded until Liza, finally satisfied that she had proven her knowledge to the English teacher, picked up her books and left. Miss Turner rolled her eyes as she looked at Terry.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“Terry. Could you drop by my office this afternoon? I want to discuss your paper with you.”

“Sure. What time?”

“After two. Before five.” Miss Turner smiled to show her concern for her student. Terry nodded.

He arrived at the tiny office in the belly of Wells Hall just after two. Miss Turner gestured him in and continued making Terrys in a ledger, so Terry quietly sat down amidst the stacked volumes of Tennyson and Melville. After a few minutes, she handed him a sheet of paper with twenty sentences on it.

“Put apostrophes where they belong,” she instructed. Terry pulled out a pen and began noting possessions in a steady progression. He handed the sheet back. Picking up her red pen, Miss Turner began to read through the expressions.

“These are perfect,” she said, confused. “So you understand apostrophes?”

“Yeah,” Terry said. “They aren’t very hard.”

“But you consistently used them incorrectly in your paper – twelve mistakes in a single page of writing.”

“I was writing about the lovers,” he said with a blush. “Sitting in class thinking through so many casual affairs got me excited. Grammar kind of goes out the window when I get aroused emotionally.” His heart beat hard as he spoke.

“I know,” she said softly. “I thought you observations were . . . interesting, but the bad grammar took me out of it. You should try to remember that when you’re writing, you’re communicating. I wanted to hear what you had to say, but it was as if your speech was slurred. Remember that you’re talking to someone – to me – and speak clearly.”

“That was the problem. I’m sorry, Miss Turner, but it’s hard to discuss the orgies of Midsummer with such a beautiful woman and keep my diction.” Terry looked at his hands in his lap, wringing nervously. “I mean, you’re only, what, four years older than I am and . . .” He felt a hand on his arm. “. . .so pretty.” His voice trailed. Terry looked up and into Miss Turner’s eyes. The dark azure raged with passion. His breath halted and she kissed him.

He pulled her easily onto his lap as the touch of their hunger expressed the whirlwind of unleashed desire. Miss Turner, Brenda, the pretty young assistant English professor touched him, lifted his shirt to run her hands over his strong chest, through his dark curls and in a moment’s abandon let herself go as she kissed him. Terry kneaded her supple flesh, exploring the curves and swells of her body anxiously, madly, eagerly.

She paused a moment to lift her soft yellow sweater up over her head, and Terry at once suckled the dark nipples of a full naked breast. Brenda sighed and closed her eyes as she held his head hard against the erotic tingling. His hand slipped under her long skirt and held the moist furrow in the palm of his strength and she wantonly pushed herself against the probing until he had found his way beneath the satin shroud. A finger slipped inside her and she gasped.

An echo of footsteps in the hallway sent a shock of fear through the young teacher and she paused to listen. In the moment’s hesitation, Terry pushed his thick cock into the damp pit and Brenda fell back onto her desk with the thrust, sending Joyce and Johnson crashing to the floor. Her hands clutched and crumpled papers as he stroked his prick into her waterfall. A staple in her ledger bit into her ass and as the excitement climbed her precipice, she wondered in a gushing flood of the juice of their orgasm’s release if they would drown good Liza’s all-too-good marks.

She sat up as the wave of heavy breathing left them fading gently. Terry smiled shyly and stole a nervous quick kiss. Brenda held her arms out to hold him and drew him into her embrace. The sound of laughter down the halls interrupted their sweet pause and Terry tucked in his shirt as Brenda smoothed her skirt and picked Ulysses off the floor.

“Yes,” she said in a murmur, “Yes.”

As she pulled her sweater on again, a knock came at the office door. Liza slowly peered inside.

“I’ll do better on the next essay,” said Terry, collecting his books.

“Hmmm,” said Brenda, “grammar isn’t everything, you know.”

Grades Above Everything

“Professor there has to be something I can do?” I asked, practically begging.

“I am sorry James.” He said looking at my paperwork. “There is nothing I can do, these are the numbers I have, and I have to punch them in as they are.”

“You are the professor, you can adjust anything. I just need a few more points on my final grade.”

“It just wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the students.” Professor McGee said, closing the folder with all of my numbers.

“I need this grade, without it I could lose my scholarship and I can not pay for school with out. The only thing is this class, and this grade is two percentage points off the minimum I need. Please I will do anything.” I said.

“I am sorry, what is final is final.”

I knew that there was nothing I could really offer a published professor that is hired nationally to give speeches and seminars. I didn’t have money to offer, I didn’t have intelligence either. The only thing I had was my body, and it was the only card I had. I moved around the desk and dropped down to my knees, I was all in.

“Please professor McGee, I know that there is something that I can do for those points.” I started to shuffle to his side and he watched me as I inched closer.

“Don’t do this James.” He said, his voice shaking a little.

“Come on professor, let me gain a little extra credit for those points.” I pulled on his leg and he swirled around until I was between his legs. He was wearing khakis, a button down and a red skinny tie. He was around 50 years old but he was the older man that every girl craved and wanted. He worked out and had a small beard that made him look that much sexier.

“This is very inappropriate.” He said, stuttering and pulling at his collar.

“It doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.” I said staring at the bulge forming in his pants.

I was never one to sleep or mess around with professors just for a grade. I was bisexual so messing with guys and girls was not a new thing for me. I was extremely desperate and I knew that with out the grade its possible I drop out.

“Umm – ughh – “ Professor McGee moaned as I moved my hands up his thighs.

“Just let me take care of you professor, let me work my hardest to earn that grade.” I said, beginning to rub the shaft of his cock that was now almost completely outlined by his pants. It looked thick and I wanted nothing more then to please him to get the grade, whatever it took.

I unbuckled his black belt, unbuttoned his khaki pants and unzipped them. Professor McGee was running his hands through his hair, not knowing what to do with them.

I pulled at his pants and he shuffled in his chair until I managed to loosen them enough to pull them down to his ankles. To my delight he was wearing grey briefs and his cock was now clearly outlined for me to see. I ran my hands up his thighs. They were hairy, strong and warm. My touch seemed to send shivers all over his body and his breaths began to get shorter.

“Is this okay Professor?” I asked looking up at him. “You haven’t said a word since I started. Do you still want me to stop?” As I said those last words, by mouth was right over his cock, which was now straining to be set free from the constraints of those briefs and saw it flinch as my hot breathe hit it.

“You are such a naughty student.” He said to be, moaning under his breath.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I reached for the waistband and tugged on them until they were off and at his ankles along with his khakis. His cock flung forward and it looked delicious. He was rock hard and leaking pre-cum from his un-cut 8-inch cock. His balls were shaved and it looked like most of his crack was as well.

“O my god,” He started, “ this is so wrong.”

“By the looks of it professor, it looks very right.”

With a grin across my face, I wrapped my right hand around the head of his cock and tugged down towards his balls and back up. With long strokes, up and down his cock, his pre cum began to ooze out and slick up his cock. The smell was intoxicating and delicious, I couldn’t resist anymore. I shuffled closer, still on my knees, and as I stroked down, exposing the pink head of his cock, I wrapped my lips around and sucked in the sweet and salty taste of his cock.

“Oo fuck – “ Professor McGee moaned out, throwing his head back and his eyes now staring at the ceiling.

I took this as a pass to continue and continue I did. I began to bob my head up and down his cock occasionally attempting to deep throat his 8-inch meat. As I gagged my spit began to flow down his cock and balls and I used that as lubrication to jerk his cock with ease and play with his balls. The squishing sound of the sloppy blowjob I was giving my Professor was turning me on my cock now rock hard under my sweats.

At one point he grabbed my head with his hands and started pushed my face down, faster and faster, loving my wet warm mouth, but out of nowhere he pulled my head back.

“I am going to make you earn this grade.” He said, moving close to my face and giving me a long kiss, with the mix of precum and spit covering my lips and chin.

“Stand up.” He commanded.

He ripped off his shirt and tie, exposing his toned body, which even with wrinkles formed, still looked sexy. Like the dad you see on pornos. In addition he took off his shoes and the pants wrapped around his ankles. Once he was naked, he moved to me and started kissing me again, with more lust and passion, as if it was something he desired as much as I did. He tore my t-shirt off and immediately went to sucking and pinching my nipples.

“Turn around and bend over the desk.” He said to be, spinning me around.

Before I could even fully bend over, I feel his fingers go into my waistband and my sweats and underwear drop to the ground exposing my ass to the fresh air and more importantly to my professor.

“Is this what you want?” I said, shaking my ass and teasing him.

He said nothing, I couldn’t see behind me, but I felt his hand give my ass a hard slap. It wasn’t a violent one, but more of one sending a message that this as was going to be his.

I then felt my cheeks spread and my hole exposed. I was happy that I usually used a plug and various tools to keep my asshole clean for whatever guy or girls wants to venture down there.

“You have such a nice, clean shaved, smooth hole.” Professor McGee said, immediately after, I felt the rough, wet and warm touch of his tongue travel from my balls to the top of my ass crack. It was a rush I was not expecting when I woke up this morning.

He gave my ass another slap before spread of ass cheeks again and this time he slides his tongue into my hole. I let out a moan and bite my lip. He began to eat my ass with such hunger and desire; it sent chills up my spine and made my cock twitch. Soon enough he started to slide fingers into my ass.

First, it was one, which my ass took with ease and felt amazing. Then a second, which he would spread apart to stretch out my hole. He slid his fingers in and out until he added a third and started fucking my ass and spiting on my hole to keep it wet.

He stopped and before I can wonder what was next, he was back in front of me.

“Suck my cock some more, you want to be a good student, get this cock ready.” He said. The lust was getting to him and pure passion was now controlling his movements. I opened my mouth and he bean to fuck my face and throat until there was spit all over his desk and cock.

He moved back behind me, spat on my hole one last time, spread my cheeks and inserted the head of his cock first. I used my shirt to bite down on so that I didn’t scream. His cock was stretching me out, but the pain was gone immediately and it was pure pleasure. Before I knew it he was fucking my ass raw, spreading my cheeks and spitting on his cock from time to time.

I heard my ass clapping against his body, and his balls slapping against mine. The spit was making the fucking so smooth, and the squishing sound and clapping sound was so erotic and sexy.

Moans were leaving both his mouth as well as my own.

“Mmm – Keep fucking me professor – “ I finally said. “Take my ass.”

“Damn James,” He said before grunting, “You really want this grade.”

“Yes, sir.” I moaned.

“Take this dick for that grade.”

After a few more pumps he pulled out and flipped my over. This time, I was lying down on his desk. He picked up my legs so that they were straight up on his chest and he pulled me closer to him so my ass was hanging off the edge. He lined up his cock and slid it in again, my hole now used to his cock, accepted it with ease.

My legs now up in the air, Professor McGee, grabbed my hips and started thrusting harder and harder. My hands now free, I started to jerk on my cock. What I didn’t realize was that my precum had completely drenched my cock, it was slick and sliding in my palm as I jerked it. I was moaning out loud the mix of my slick cock in my hand, and Professor McGee’s slick cock in my ass.

To my surprise, Professor McGee shoved my hand out of the way and started jerking my cock off for me. He was pumping fast on both ends, both with jerking my cock and pounding my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to cum.” I moaned out loud.

He started to jerk me off faster and faster, and I erupted. Stream after stream of cum flew from my cock and covered my chest and stomach.

“Ooo, fuck – “ Professor McGee said. He started to shake and I felt his cock twitch, and immediately felt warm ropes of cum shoot into my ass.

We moaned and struggled to catch out breath. He pulled out and I felt the oozing cum leak out of my hole.

“How did I do Professor?” I asked, breathing heavily.

“I think you earned those points fair and square James.” He said slumping back in his chair.

Lizzie Hates Sex

Lizzie McQuire has a rough time with sex. Her first dating experience was boring. The next one becomes a wrestling match. The next day she is raped by a dog and nearly raped by two young boys. It only gets worse until she meets the dogs owner, Doctor Hanson.

Lizzie and Miranda were gabbing excitedly about Lizzie’s date with one of the Jocks on the football team. His name was Randal but made sure everyone called him Randy.

He was one of the better looking guys in school and always seemed really nice. It was known that he had dated every girl in the popular crowd and had worked his way through just about every decent looking Senior and Junior girl in school. He was now, seemingly working his way through the list of the freshmen girls, clickish or not. Some girls he dated for a long time others just once. Lizzie was the third one he chose out of the freshman girls.

Kate, the cheerleading captain glared at her, making several rude comments almost every day, when she found out Lizzie was going out with him. Kate wanted him to be her steady and really got angry when he went from girl to girl. When he was dating Kate, she was like the Queen of the school and let everyone know the he was exclusively hers.

This whole date thing was really exciting for Lizzie because she had turned fifteen during the summer and it was now a time when her Parents would let Lizzie go on unsupervised dates.

Lizzie wanted to date when she was thirteen and but it was a losing battle for two years. Using examples of other girls that were already dating and some allowed to go steady at fourteen didn’t change their adamant stand.

Lizzie started dating at the beginning of the school year, two months after her fifteenth birthday. Her first dates were with a somewhat nerdish guy named Fred, he had been asking for a date for at least a year and she almost felt obligated to go out with him.

He was the same age as her and didn’t have a car yet, so he would walk to her house, escort her to a burger joint to a hamburger and fries. They would then walk to the movies, then home. He went out with her several times and the dates gave her something to do, but they were nothing worth bragging about. No one else asked her out because other guys got the impression from Fred that she was going steady with him.

It was several dates before he would try to kiss her good night the first time. The first kiss was awkward at best, he almost knocked her over stepping on her toes and tripping, falling into her. Later kisses seemed a little less awkward but none were prolonged and didn’t seem to be anything special. After the last date before the jock asked her out Fred tried kissing her a little longer and awkwardly grabbed her breast but she pulled quickly away saying “no’.

As he left for home, she stood outside and watched him disappear into the darkness. As she stood there watching him walk away, she thought for a long time about the feeling of his hand on her breast. It felt kind of nice in a way but he was kind of rough, she decided it seemed uncomfortable having Fred touch her there. Maybe if he had been a little more gentle she would have tolerated his hand there a little longer? That was the first time anyone had ever touched her breasts.

Fred called on Thursday, the day before their usual Friday date but she had to turn him down because Randy had asked her out the Wednesday before. Friday, Randy came to pick her up in his car. She was overjoyed by the fact she would be escorted in a car. He acted the perfect gentleman, opening doors for her, commenting on how beautiful she was. Gently holding her hand when they crossed the parking lot to the restaurant. It seemed like one of the most expensive places she had ever been, at least compared to the hamburger place that Fred took her to all the time.

She felt like a queen having dinner in a full blown sit down restaurant with a waiter. They went to a movie but this time it seemed more special than hamburgers and movie with Fred. The movie ended at 10:10. Her curfew was midnight so there was time remaining for her dream date. It was a warm pleasant night when they walked out of the theater.

“Wow Randy, thank you for such a nice date. My parents will be real happy, its still early.”

“You act like the dates over?”

“Well no I guess not, were we going somewhere else?”

“Sure, I thought we would go to Conquerors Hill and talk for awhile.”

“Why not, I don’t have to be home until 12:00”

“Okay lets go.”

He drove her to Conquerors hill and parked the car in a corner of the park overlooking the city. Kids called it Conquerors Hill even though the parks name was really Windrow Hill. It seems a civil war battle took place here and there was a statue and with plaque on it stating “In Honor of all those men who have achieved and mastered their greatest goal of defeating the enemy. This defeat has left the land free for all men to conquer the highest peaks, leaving the fertile valleys free to plow”. Most of he guys at school would attribute this to other things, like conquering a girls breasts, plowing their hairy mounds and discovering the valleys between cunt lips and breasts.

He turned off the engine and turned the radio to a soft rock station that always featured love songs on weekends. She loved this station and closed her eyes thinking to herself how nice this was.

“Hey girl, you falling asleep?”

“Oh no, I just was thinking how peaceful and how nice it is up here, and the music is so, I guess you could say romantic.”

“Yeah, romantic, I dig what you mean.”

He was quiet for a moment. Looking at her, he thought to himself, she’s a pretty sexy little bitch but I ain’t here to talk and I think its time she knows that.

He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“What was that for, Randy”

“I just wanted to let you know that I really dig you and I thought it’s great being out here with you.”

“Thank you, I think you are pretty special too”

She leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Their eyes locked and he leaned into her kissing her long and soft on her lips.

Her head was spinning a little thinking to herself how nice that felt. Much different than Fred. She felt a warm flush move over her body. She let the kiss continue, wanting to feel more of that warm sensation.

“Lizzie?, lets move to the back seat.”

“Sure, I guess that would be OK” Thinking to herself, that it would be OK, because he has been pretty nice so far and felt trust in his demeanor. His kisses were giving her the warm tingling feelings but the center console kept him at bay. If they moved to the back seat his body would be closer to his and she felt that would be nicer.

They got into the back seat and he moved closer to her and immediately put his arms around her and started kissing her. After a few seconds he came out with, “Lizzie, Lets fuck, I’m ready and I wanna fuck now.”

“No, absolutely not, I’ve never done it before and I want to save myself for my future husband.”

“That stuff is all bull shit now, nobody does that.”

“Several of my friends are saving themselves for marriage.”

“Naaaaa, no fuckin’ way”

“Please don’t use that word.”

“What word, you mean “fuck’?

“Yes, that word, I hate it”

“Every body uses it.”

“Not really, I know my friends don’t use it”

“Ah bull, its just a word anyway.”

Please don’t use it around me, it sounds like dirty sex to me.”

“Yeah it means sex but it’s also just a word that a lot of people use all the time.

You ask around and you will find out that even most of the girls use it. Just like almost every girl in school has been fucked, so its and every day thing.”

“No more please and I still don’t want to have sex, I’m not ready”

“Well I’ll have you know that I pretty well aim to make sure I get to fuck you and every other girl in school. That’s my goal one way or another.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“I’m gonna fuck every girl in school and that means you too.”

“You’ll die of old age before you get me in bed. You’ll have to marry me first.”

“Well that’s a thought. You can bet when we do fuck, whether were married or not, I’ll be the best fuck you ever had.”

“That word – please stop.”

“OK, but only if I get to kiss that cute face of yours a little more.”

“I don’t know now, I enjoy the kissing and hugging but I won’t have sex, I hear guys get carried away if they kiss too much. I think I want to go home now.”

He smiled at her on that statement and she softened some.

“OK doll I’ll be good, no more fuck word starting now.”

She thought to herself, that he had been pretty nice and he had a nice smile and he is really good looking and the kisses feel kinda good.

“OK, As long as you don’t use that word and you understand that no sex will happen.”

He smiled again and leaned into her and started kissing her again. After just a few seconds of kissing, his hands started to roam. He moved his hand to one of her breasts and started rubbing it. She knew his hand was there and it felt good so she didn’t push his had away. After a few seconds his hand moved from her breast to her knee.

The warmth of his hand felt good and the tingling sensation increased. In a very short time she realized his hand was more than halfway up her thigh. She reached down and moved his hand away but he put his hand back on her thigh, only higher. Again she pushed his hand away again. He moved it to her crotch, grabbing her in a rough manner.

“Stop! No more, its time you took me home.” She pushed him away and pulled away from him.

“Aw come on Lizzie, A little makin’ out ain’t gonna hurt. It feels good.”

“No ones ever touched me like that and I just don’t want to do that. The kissing and hugging feels good but touching my private areas is out of the question.”

“Every one does it. It feels good and I have urges. All I want is a fuck. It only takes a few minutes and it’ll feel good. Come on lets do it.”

“No, I said no bad words and no sex, you better take me home.”

“My cock is hard as a rock, it needs relief, now.”

“No! Please take me home.”

“Shit, OK, OK – I guess what’s gotta be has gotta be. I thought sure you would be my 25th virgin – “

“How can you talk like that.”

They were quiet until he got her back to her house. When the car stopped she started to get out.

“Thank you for the date Randy. If you learn to behave and clean up your language I’d go out with you again.”

“Look here, Lizzie. I’m sorry, it’s just that I really like sex and I can’t help it when it comes to makin’ out. You gotta understand that when I touch a girl it really gets me hot and you got me going better than anyone I ever been out with.”

“I’ve never been through this kind of thing before, it’s all new to me and scary. This was my first car date and that alone was a good experience so lets leave it at that.”

“I thought someone as sexy as you had lots of dates and you were ready for the ultimate date experience by going out with me.”

“No, this is my second month of dating and this is my fifth date, maybe I’m not ready for someone that has been around as much as you, ..Good Night Randy and thank you.”

“Ok Lizzie, I will be calling you, maybe we can go out again next week end.”

“I’m not sure, maybe.”

He pulled away in his car. As he left her standing in front of her house he thought to himself – “God she is fuckin’ sexy. Why don’t they put the junior high next to the high school? I wish I had seen her when she was in the eighth or ninth grade. She would have to be the ultimate challenge, a thirteen or fourteen year old virgin. She probably wouldn’t have put up as much resistance. I’m going to have to check some of them little junior high cunts out. Only one fifteen year old sophomore and she was pretty good but something younger might be better yet!

“My date with her friend Miranda was a failure. That’s two fuckin’ weekends without having my dick in pussy. I’m gonna have to butter up Kate again. She’ll always fuck when I want but she’s gettin’ so loose it don’t get me off like it used to. I think I’ll hit on that little fox Lizzie one more time, at least I got to feel her tit and got my hand on her crotch. That was farther than I got with Miranda.

As he pulled away from her house, Lizzie watched his car disappear and her thoughts poured through her head – “He can be such a well mannered guy but he can be so insistent and a jerk too. Maybe if I do go out with him I can slow him down a little more. After all he did stop when I said stop the second time and he did bring me home without much of an argument. There’s no way I want to lose my virginity like that. He did make me feel so warm and tingly when he started kissing me. Yes, if he asks. I guess I will go out with him again.

Her parents were up and as she walked into the house and as usual they had questions on how her date went. She told them the good parts but not the stuff where he wanted to do that thing to her.

She went to her bedroom and started undressing. She noticed a small damp spot in the crotch of her panties. The same type wet spot occurred a couple of times in the past year. She wasn’t sure what it was all about but assumed it was just something that happened when you were a girl.

She got into the shower, the water felt good as she soaped herself. She moved her hands up and down her flawless body. No moles, or funny marks, perfect skin. She was proud of her body, firm breasts that didn’t sag at all, her nearly flat tummy, baby fat nearly gone. Her legs compared to her body were quite long and slender.

Her private area was covered with fine very light brown hair that grew in such a way that it looked trimmed. What hair she had under her arms was light enough that if she forgot to shave, it wasn’t easily noticed. While she was showered she began to daydream about a very handsome guy caressing her body.

She dropped the wash cloth and moved her hands over her breasts. She felt a tingling sensation and noticed that her nipples felt a little sensitive. She stopped washing a looked at down at her breasts and noticed the nipples stood out a little more than normal.

She continued washing herself and as she washed between her legs in that private area, she felt a chill go through her body. She stopped washing down there closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to have her dream lover touch her there.

Questions, questions, why does my body do these strange things. If I rub my breasts I get a tingling sensation and if I touch my private place it sends chills through me. Her mother always told her not to touch herself there, except to wash, so Lizzie avoided that contact. With that warning she only rubbed her private place when she was in the shower. What’s it all about, it’s her body isn’t it and it does give wonderful feelings?

She finished her shower and dried herself off, got into her night clothes and crawled into bed.

end of part 1
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part 2

Sometime in the night she started dreaming about her ideal boyfriend. Her dream started out with her date taking her to a dinner dance. It was a romantic evening with dancing and drinks (non alcohol of course) and more dancing. Every dance was slow, with her dream date holding her close and sometimes kissing her as they danced. Then dinner was served, the most elaborate dinner she had ever seen.

After dinner drinks were served and her dream date saluted her beauty, clinking their glasses together. He crossed arms with her as they drank to his salute. Her head was spinning with excitement at the attention he was giving her. After the dinner he drove her to a park she did not recognize. There was a water fall in view and the sky was perfectly clear with more stars visible than she had ever imagined and the moon was full.

Her dream lover was the man that would possess her, regardless of marriage. They went between talking and kissing, holding each other and talking again. He suggested they go to his apartment. Because he seemed so nice and didn’t try anything improper she agreed.

Once in the apartment he lit a fire, got some drinks and they sat on the floor and started their conversation again. Kissing again but this time his hands started to roam all over her body. Caressing her breasts causing her nipples stand out.

He was causing chills to course through her body. His hands moved around and down to her legs. She didn’t object as his hands moved up her legs to her crotch. He caressed her private place softly through her silky panties and that wonderful tingling warm sensation coursed through her body making her very hot.

Her breathing became very rapid and her mind became fuzzy. His hands were now in her panties and his fingers were playing between the lips of her private area and her body began to move and twist in excitement. She was moaning with the pleasure of her sexual heat.

She was wet down there, very wet, what was this wetness. Her mind cleared, and she rapidly came out of her dream state. It was morning, and her hand was on her private area. Her panties were soaking wet.

“Oh god, what is this. Did I wet the bed, did my period start, why is my hand on my private area? She got out of bed fast and headed for the bathroom. She pulled her panties down and saw that the crotch area was soaked. But most of the wet seemed clear, not yellow like pee. Not being sure exactly whether she peed or not, she raised the panties to her nose and sniffed.

The odor was not that of pee. It was more of a sweet musky odor. She did see a little red area in the middle of the wet spot. She was starting her period. “Well that’s different, I don’t recall ever seeing clear wet during my period. I don’t understand what going on here. Tampax, I better get myself fixed up here. She never did like that part of being a girl. Putting up with this bloody business. She went to the linen closet and got the box of Tampax. Damn! Only one left.

She finished dressing and headed down stairs to look for mom.

“Morning mom.”

“Good morning dear.”

Her brother was already up and eating breakfast.

“Good morning douche bag.”

“Matt! What kind of language is that and where did you here that.”

“Sorry mom. All the guys say it to girls they don’t like.”

Lizzie wondering what the heck a douche bag was said; “Good morning fart head.”

“Lizzie! You kids stop now! I mean it!

In unison they both stated, “OK mom.” and Lizzie added, “I’m sorry!”

Lizzie walked over to her mom and whispered; “Mom, I’m out of sanitary pads, I just used the last one.”

In a rather loud voice her mom said, “Lizzie, you know dad and I are going to visit your Aunt Julia.”

“But mom, I can’t do without them.”

“I’ll give you money and you can walk down to the store and get some.”

Matt blurted out, “If she gets to buy some I get to but some too!”

Lizzie’s face turned a brilliant red.

Mom said in an irritated voice: “You don’t get anything, you have been very crude with your language and what she needs something you don’t need.”

Lizzie’s mom gave her some money and started cleaning up when dad walked into the kitchen.

“Are you going to be ready to leave soon?”

“Yes, just a few more minutes.”

Lizzie was fixing a bagel and getting some orange juice.

“How’s it going this morning doll?”

“Just fine daddy, thank you.”

“I want you two to behave yourselves while mom and I are gone.”

“I will, you don’t have to worry about me,” Lizzie stated.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s that brother of yours I worry about. So I expect you keep a running list of his misdeeds.”

“Oh, daddy, that would be snitching and you know he would be more trouble if I kept a list.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he would but, really if he does get too out of hand we need to know.”

“I have some money for each of you for food or you can make your own here at home. What you do is up to you”

“Thanks daddy.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Where’s that son of mine?”

“Mom’s talking to him about something.”

“Oh dear, more trouble”

Mom and dad left shortly after getting reassurance that all would be fine while they were gone.

Matt took off with a couple of his friends. Lizzie walked out the door and headed for the store.

She was going to ride her bike but decided the walk would be nicer. After walking a couple blocks she saw a dog meandering about. As she neared the dog, it ignored her.

She was thankful for that not being sure whether it was a friendly.

She continued down the road forgetting about the dog. She walked into the store and picked up what she needed then shopped around a bit but picked up nothing else. She walked out to the store and was on her way home when she heard panting behind her. She turned around to see the dog following her. Its tail was wagging but it still bothered her. “Go home doggy, be a good doggy, please go home.”

The dog continued to follow her, tail wagging and sniffing the air. At one point it ran circles around her and barking in what seemed to be a playful manner. She finally conceded to the fact that the dog was friendly and in a playful mood so she stopped to pet him. The dog stood in front of her as she rubbed his head.

He moved forward and had his nose inches from her crotch. His sniffing became more intense and his ears were pinned back a little. He moved his nose forward and into her crotch. She jumped back and tripped and was on the ground on her back. The dog had his nose back in her crotch. She screamed, moved her legs together and the dog backed away in shock.

“Jeeze dog, what’s the matter with you, I’m not a dog, so keep your nose away. GO HOME”, she yelled. She got back up and started for home again. The dog continued to follow. At one point she ran but the dog stayed with her.

She finally arrived home, closed the door and headed up to her bedroom where she felt safe. It wasn’t only a few minutes before the dog started howling, and barking. She went down stairs and yelled through the door, “Shut up doggy, go home.” She stood behind the door for a few minutes listening. It was quiet so she went back up stairs, confident of the fact the dog either left or was still there but decided to remain quiet.

She sat down at her desk and started doing her home work. She worked for several minutes when she heard a strange noise. Going down stairs again the noise seemed much louder. She peeked through the curtains and saw the dog furiously scratching at the door. “This is just too much doggy, you win, but you gotta behave yourself.” She went to the door and let the dog in. “Now be good, OK?”

He followed her up the stairs tail wagging, ears still pinned ears back. She decided he needed water so she went back down stairs to the kitchen and found a big bowl. Back up stairs again, she filled the bowl with water. He drank as if he hadn’t had water in days. Slobbering all over the floor. She let it go for awhile because he would probably slobber again anyway.

She went back to her homework and the dog lay down very close to her. She looked at the clock some time later and realized she was supposed to meet Miranda and Gordo in less than a half hour.

She jumped up so fast she scared the dog. He scurried out of her way and into the hallway, as she ran for the bathroom. Every time she was in the midst of her period she felt concerned about being clean. She quickly undressed, threw her sanitary pad away and hopped into the shower.

It felt good, the hot water and soap. She loved being clean but recently she also liked caressing breasts. Although hesitant about it, she loved the tingling sensation she got when she touched herself ‘down there’. She didn’t let her hand stay there very long because she could always hear her mother tell her that she shouldn’t touch down there.

She got out of the shower and dried herself off. She half ran to her dresser and pulled a bra out of the top drawer, panties out of the middle drawer and as she bent down to the bottom drawer for socks, the dog came up behind her and licked her crotch. “Oh jeeze oh peets, my god dog, what are you doing?!” She half swung at him and yelled, “NO! GO LAY DOWN!” He backed off and went back to the other side of the bed and lay down.

Back in the bathroom continuing to dry her hair. She started to put on panties and realized that she forgot her sanitary pad. Going back into the bedroom she noticed the time; “Darn! I’ve only have ten minutes before I’m supposed to be at Miranda’s house.”

She walked to the side of the bed where the bag containing her earlier purchase lay. She almost stepped on the dog and nearly gagged when she saw that the dog was chewing on her used sanitary pad. “Dumb dog, how gross can you get. Now stop that, get away from there.”

He moved away and she picked up the remnants of the pad and carried them back into the bathroom and threw them away again. She moved the trash can onto the counter out of the dogs way. Confusion ruling again, she realized she still didn’t have her new sanitary pad. She half raced back into the bedroom again and started grab the box of pads when she saw that he dog had apparently knocked some of her makeup off her dressing table and under her desk.

A bottle of cologne had broken spreading glass and liquid under her desk. She glared at the dog, starting to scold him, her eyes opened wide in amazement. She stared for a moment at the red tip of his cock and him licking it. “Holy cow dog, you are the grossest thing, yucky, stop!”

He stood up, looking at her, wagging his tail as though he were laughing at her. “Yes, you, it’s gross. Now you stay there while I clean up your mess.” She got down on all fours and crawled part way under the desk to clean up the mess he had made. As she cleaned he came up behind and licked at her thigh. She swung back at him and yelled, “Stop that dog.”

He backed away but kept pacing back and forth behind her. The desk was in the way for him to accomplish what he was intent on doing. He pawed at her calf a couple times and she looked back at him laughing, “Now stop it doggie I don’t want to play. I don’t have time for this and it’s your fault.”

As she proceeded with her cleanup she started backing out from desk and he came back and took a lick at her pussy. She reached back and pushed muzzle away, “Stop it, I said.”

He saw his opportunity to mount her so hear reared up and onto her back. “Now dog, stop it, I’m not in a mood for playing games, I told you.” His front paws were scratching the sides and breasts. “Stop it dog, I mean it, I don’t feel like playing.” She tried reaching back to push him off but that didn’t work. She then swung her arm back hitting him. He growled and nipped at her shoulder. “You silly dog, please stop it, I’ve gotta get dressed and meet my friends.”

Something wasn’t right she could feel something warm and wet poking at her soft pink private place. She bent her head down and looked back between her legs to see his red wet looking cock lurching forward poking at her rear end. Her mind flashed back to the female dogs she had seen being mounted by male dogs.

She always looked away in embarrassment never seeing exactly what happened. But now the reality of what the dog was trying to do came to light and she screamed out one of the few cuss words she had ever used, “oh shit no, not that.”

She tried to back from under the desk and stand but the desk was still over her head. “Damn, shit! Get off me dog!” He continued poking and hunching trying to find his mark and she began to go from fear to panic, telling herself she had to stand up and get away from him. She pushed back a little farther, figured she was clear of the desk and raised her body fast. Lizzie screamed loud as she bumped her head on the front edge of the desk. It stunned her for a second and she paused for a bit to regain her composure.

She tried moving again beginning to cry, “Please no, not that pleee – “

The word please never came out completely. It was broken by her scream as his huge rod found her tender pink opening and tore through her hymen. She screamed and started getting sick to her stomach at the realization of what was happening.

The dog shifted forward, covering her back even more, moving his cock deeper into her, stretching the tight clasping virgin walls of her vagina beyond any point she would have ever believed possible. The ripping away of her hymen caused a searing pain and tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.

The dog started pumping his huge cock in and out of her like a cylinder out of control. Her mind going crazy like a computer out of control. “Oh, god, raped by a dog. My precious virginity gone. It hurts, please make it stop, please. It hurts so much. He’s gonna give me a baby. Maybe puppies, can I have puppies? Puppies, oh god.”

His persistent pumping motion moving her body back and forth in unison with his movements. His moist rod moved in and out easily but the diameter of the huge imposing rod stretched the walls of her vagina, spreading her causing more pain than she thought possible. His claws scratching her breasts and the silky soft skin on the sides of her body.

Her mind screaming, “When will it stop, please make it stop. Her body feeling hot, sweaty, dirty and pained, causing the tears pour from her eyes. The thought of what was happening caused her to feel nauseous and she started retching. She only had that bagel and orange juice early that morning and there was nothing there to come up but a little liquid.

She felt the dog move deeper into her and the size of the menacing red thing in her seemed to grow even more, stretching her until she felt like passing out. She let out painful half moan, half scream, “AAWWWWWWWHHHH!” with her tears coming even faster. The pain was unbearable and she kept wishing it were all over.

Her confused mind took her back to her dreams last night, picturing her romantic encounter and she wished she were back there now. Coming back to reality she realized the dog wasn’t moving any more. The dog lifted his leg over her back and she could feel his huge cock twisting around in her. He was butt to butt with her and she thought her suffering and pain were soon to be finished. Lizzie tried to stand up but he moved with her. Her pain and fear were now elevated into pain and panic, he was stuck in her!

“Oh god dog, what have you done how do we get loose? You’re hurting me so much. Please let me go.” She was always too embarrassed to watch dogs complete the act, so she didn’t know that dogs got stuck together. She heard noises in the house and she strained to hear what or who was in the house.

“Hey douche bag. What ya doing?”

It was her brother! He came home for what reason? The worst possible timing in the world. The pain increased as her entire body tensed in fear that he would come up stairs and see the predicament she was in.

“Hey douche, you home!?”

She hollered back, “Yes, and go away, don’t bother me.”

She could hear him coming up the stairs. Her mind going crazy trying to figure out what she could do to prevent him coming into her bedroom. Dog was already trying to move to the door to investigate this person nearing his space. His ears perked up and listened. Fortunately he didn’t bark. He half pulled her to the door and she ended up being close enough she could lean against it, still in her ‘doggie’ position.

“What you doin?”

“I was working on my homework and I’m getting ready to go to Miranda’s place, OK.”

He was against the door and was twisting the door knob. “Think fast, I gotta get rid of him.” She started sweating in fear that he would be persistent enough to play games and force the door open.

“I’m dressing, you can’t come in here.”

“Why not, I gotta see a naked girl sometime or another, it may as well be now.”

She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Get the hell away, you can’t come in.”

It frightened the dog and he moved a little, nearly pulling her painfully away from the door. She could hear the door handle move again. “OK, chill out, bird brain, I’m goin’.”

She could feel the pressure in her vagina easing and was beginning to have hopes that she would be free soon.

“Good, and if you ever come into my bedroom I’ll beat your brains.”

“Yeah, like you and who else. Any way – if mom or dad call tell them I’m at the goin’ to the Pearsons place and stayin’ with Joey tonight.”

“Good, maybe that way I can have some peace and quiet.”

“And maybe I’ll see his sister naked.”

She could hear him walk into his bedroom.

It was still several minutes more before she had the strange sensation of the walls of her vagina closing. Her entire body shivered with the strange feelings that shrinking brought. Within another minute the dogs cock slid out of her, she let out a little moan in surprise and elation that she was free. She sank to the floor, to a sitting position against the door. She felt wetness on her crotch and looked down to see a gooey white slime mixed with traces of red dripping from her vagina. She retched and coughed.

Matt was back by her door, “Whad ya say.”

She tried to suppress the gagging sensation, “Nothing, I’m talking to myself trying to decide what to wear.” In the middle of this statement the dog came over and started licking her crotch. She had a hard time holding back any vocal reaction, not daring make any noise because Matt might hear. She was fearful of the fact that he may decide not to leave, but to force his way into her room. She let the dog continue to lick.

“I’m goin, remember, if mom or dad call let them know where I am, and don’t forget to keep the doors locked or someone might come in to rape an’ kill ya.”

Dog still licking her cunt, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

She could hear Matt moving down the stairs. She pushed the dogs head away from her and he went to what seemed his favorite corner behind the bed and started licking himself.

She was relieved the dog had stopped licking her because it was causing tingling and little electric like shocks to course through her body. She wasn’t sure if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling.

She could hear Matt slam the door, leaving the house.

Her mind still reeling at what had happened, “Rapist, like I should worry about that, after what’s just happened.”

She got up off the floor and tried walking to the bathroom, it was difficult because of the sourness between her legs. She could hear the phone ring in her parents bedroom and in the distance the answering machine responding. “I bet that’s Miranda’ wondering where I am.” Her entire being hurt and her walk was strained. She could feel moisture dripping down her legs as she headed for the bathroom. She grabbed a wash cloth and started wiping herself off.

As she wiped she noticed more pain down there. She started to rinse the wash cloth off and as she put it under the faucet she noticed there was red on it. “I’m still bleeding, no wonder I hurt down there. Maybe my period? But that shouldn’t hurt. Thank God Matt left the house. Other wise I would still be in my bedroom with him outside my door playing mind games and I would have to be waiting longer to clean up this mess.”

She stepped into the shower again, feeling dirtier than she had ever been in her entire life. She had scratches on the sides of her torso and breasts. That made it difficult to wash but she continued anyway. There was a red spot on her shoulder where the dog nipped at her but didn’t break the skin. “My beautiful skin, all marked up.I’m going to have to avoid low cut blouses, to hide all this. What do I do about gym class?”

The other girls will see all these scratches. I’ve got to think of something to cover up how I got these.

She didn’t want to get out of the shower, staying nearly a half hour, soaping and rinsing. Then she would start over again, soaping, rinsing two more times.

She still didn’t feel clean but dressed anyway. She went down stairs to check the answering machine. There were five messages, with four being from Miranda and Gordo, wondering where the heck she was. She sat staring at the phone for several minutes, finally picking it up and calling Miranda. She explained that she was sick and fell asleep forgetting about the time. She apologized and told them she would see them in school on Monday.

When she got back to the bedroom, dog was sleeping. Hearing her, his eyes opened and his tail started thumping on the floor.

“Yeah, a lot you got to be happy for, you hurt me real bad and you pretty much screwed up my life’s dreams. Come on, we gotta get rid of you, so lets see if we can find out where you live.”

She got a rope, putting it around his neck and took the dog outside. She led him back to the spot where she first found him and started knocking on doors and asking people on the street if they knew where the dog came from. She had been walking for nearly and hour and a half when she found a girl that looked to be around twelve years old.

“Hey, hi girl, what are you doing with Woody, he belongs to old Doc Hanson.”

“Hi Woody, did you run away from home again”

Woody stuck his nose into her crotch and she jumped back and giggled loudly.

“Woody, don’t do that, in front of people, I told you before it’s not nice.”

Lizzie stood silent not knowing really what to say.

“He does that all the time, it’s really funny and sometimes it tickles, but sometime he pokes his nose so hard it hurts a little.”

“You let him do that?”

“Not really I just figure that’s what dogs do sometime. I do let him do something else. You’re a girl and you look nice so I’ll tell you a secret, if you don’t tell any adults or any boys?”

Lizzie’s curiosity got the better of her. “Sure, I’ll keep your secret.”

The girl came close to her and said in a quiet voice; “sometimes I pull my panties down and let him lick me there. It feels real good and it gives me really neat feeling shivers, but I have to make him stop because his red thing comes out and he tries to jump on me so I, pull my panties up and run home real quick, I don’t want him to make puppies with me. You should let him lick you sometime, I bet you’d like it like I do.”

Lizzie just stared at her for a moment, in amazement. “I can’t believe you would let a dog lick you there, it seems so dirty.”

“Naaaaah, a dog is supposed to have a real clean tongue. Besides, like I said it really does feel good.”

“If he didn’t keep trying to jump on me like a girl dog I would let him do it longer. You really would like it, really.”

“No thanks, I don’t really think so, it seems gross to me. I really want to get him back to his house so if you could tell where this doctor lives.”

“He’s over on Windham Drive, its a big ole house with a stone fence.”

“OK, thanks, little girl.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m not a little girl any more. I’m twelve and I got boobies just like you.”

“I’m sorry, I spoke to soon. What is your name anyway.”

“Nicki. What’s yours.”

“Lizzie. Nice to meet you Nicki.”

“I think I like you so you can be my friend Lizzie. Come over and see me again sometime. I live in that brown house across the street.

“OK Nicki, I’ll stop by and visit sometime soon.”

“OK, that’ll be really neat and hey, look I’m serious, I’ll show you my secret.”

“Sure – maybe, sometime, we can do that.”

Lizzie’s mind was going crazy again. “Imagine a twelve year old girl playing with a dog like that? I hope she doesn’t get into the situation I got into, because she’s so much tinier than I am. But she does seem to maybe understand – after all she said she didn’t want to make puppies with him. She a really cute girl and I’m sure the guys are going to chase her like crazy. She already has a weird sense. If I do become her friend maybe I can keep her on the right track. I don’t believe it, letting a dog lick her there. It sure felt weird to me. I won’t let him again, no way, no more.”

She rounded the corner and saw the house. It was huge, and pretty much could be considered a mansion. She walked to the door and pushed the button for the doorbell. She waited for what seemed an eternity. She pressed the button again and waited again. She decided no one was home and decided to tie the dog up and go home.

Just as she was ready to walk off a man came from beside the house. He was a big man, she thought at least six feet tall, if not more. He was definitely more than a head taller than her.

“Hello there, it looks as though you found my dog.”

“Yes, I did – he followed me home and wouldn’t leave.”

“Well, I sure hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Ah – well – no, he was fine.”

“You sound a little unsure there, I imagine he probably was a problem.”

Think fast Lizzie, “Well he knocked stuff off my dressing table and he slobbers all over when he drinks, but not much else.”

“My big loveable dog, with an over active tail and a lack of table manners.”

“Come on in, I have a reward for you.”

“Oh, that’s OK, you don’t need to.”

“Well of course I do, he’s been gone fore nearly four days and his collar is gone. For all I knew he was a gonner for good.”

She expected his house to be dark and mysterious inside but it seemed bright and cheery for the most part.

“How did you find me, with Woody having lost his collar.”

His voice didn’t register as she was so amazed at the size of the house and was caught up in looking at it The enormity of this place wasn’t to be believed in this town. She could see from the main hall, a large living room on one side, and a library with what seemed to be a thousand books. Over the main entrance area there were two sets of stairs that went to an upper floor. There, on the ceiling was a huge chandelier. It was like something in a movie.

“Hello, are you still there, young lady?”

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry – this place is amazing, it’s so big, and the gorgeous chandelier and, well, its as though you have your own public library.”

“I guess I made to much money as a doctor and my long ago passed away wife had a mother and father that left her millions which was passed on to me. She always did want a big house and this is what we bought. Most of it is closed off now so its just me and Woody.”

“I’m sorry you’re alone.”

“It’s not too bad. I find plenty to keep me occupied. My garden gives many hours of pleasure, both in the care and just looking at it. Backing up a bit; how did you find out where Woody belonged?”

“I just brought him back to where I saw him first and after walking around for an hour or so and finally found this girl named Nicki, she told where you live.”

“Such perseverance, it’s great knowing some young people still try so hard.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Such formality is not needed, my dear.”

“OK mister.”

“Doctor, Doctor Hanson, you can call me doc.”

“Ok doc,” she smiled feeling at ease with this man.

“Nicki, yes – cute little Nicki. She found him a long time ago and since then she comes to get him for walks and to play with him. I guess you could say that she is his favorite playmate.”

Her mind went back to the things Nicki said but didn’t say anything about her

Lizzie loved books and was curious to know what he had in the library. He noticed that she kept staring toward the library.

“You like books?”

“I sure do.”

“Go ahead, take a look while I get your reward.”

She headed for the library and started looking around, there seemed to a large variety of books covering every thing one could think of. One wall was kind of strange, she thought. There were books of all kinds on babies and reproduction and some were pretty strange, “Anomalies of Reproduction in the Human Race”, “Sexual Techniques”, “Problems of Human Reproduction”, “Healthy Babies”, and “Reproduction in the Animal Kingdom?”

Doc Hanson returned, and Lizzie looking at him puzzled, “These books?”

“They’re all about – “

“Yes, That was part of my area of health care, bringing babies into the world.”Who knows I could have been the one that helped you get here. Where were you born.”

“St. Mathews.”

“Sorry no such luck, I used to work at City Central.”

“This seems as big as the library down town.”

“Well, not nearly but there are some collectors items here and many that are no longer in print.”

“I would guess, they sure area different than what I’ve seen in any library.”

“You may come to read them any time you wish.”

“Thank you, that would be nice.”

“Would you like something to drink, I have fruit juices and water, tea, coffee, no soft drinks though?”

Again she thought to herself, Ok he seems really nice and I’d like to look at more of these books, “Sure, thank you, orange juice?”

I’ll be right back.”

She went back to looking at titles of the books and was amazed at the variety but she kept going back to the section with the medical books. They seemed to cover everything imaginable. “Oh my god, “Sexual Perversions of Humans”.

She picked it up and looked at the contents, “Rape, and its consequences”, “Prostitution and Abuse of prostitutes”, “Humans and Animals”. Her curiosity was really peaked by this book but embarrassment of the doctor coming back and seeing her reading it forced her to put the book back. He came back just as she had it back on the shelf but she didn’t get it back all the way. She could feel her face redden but hoped he wouldn’t notice.

She walked to a different part of the library as they talked. He did most of the talking, asking where she lived, what kind of things she was interested in, where she went to school. He liked this Lizzie person. She was pretty and friendly. A lot of spirit and a beautiful smile.

It had been a long time since he had company and especially company that was this good looking. He never had kids and his wife had been gone nearly eight years. He didn’t want to admit it but he was pretty lonely living in this house by himself.

“I guess I better get home, I shouldn’t bother you any longer, it’s already getting pretty late.”

“Believe me, you are no bother at all, I enjoyed your company very much and you are welcome to come back any time you wish. If you need questions about babies or anything of a sexual nature, answered I of course can answer those questions. Then to if you need any books from my library you area welcomed to borrow them or come here to read them any time you would like.”

“Thank you, that’s very nice of you, but I don’t really think I should interfere with your life.”

“Absolutely not, as I said I really enjoyed your company, Oh sorry, I almost forgot” He pulled some money out of his pocket, folded it and gave it to her.

It seemed like a pretty big wad of money but she didn’t count it, “What’s – why.”

“Reward for finding Woody.”

“But, he might have come back on his own too!”

“Don’t worry dear girl, all the effort, and your so sweet, you deserve it and please come back to visit some time.”

She felt so surprised by his kindness, she moved to him and put her arms around him and gave him a very tight hug, “You’re so very kind, of course I’ll come back and visit, thank you so much.”

He watched her walk toward the street and as she did she turned around a couple times to wave good bye to him. “My god what a sweet girl, so pretty.”

“If I were only younger, I would love to get into that.” He closed the door and went into the library to turn off lights. He looked toward the area where his medical books were and noticed one sticking out a little. Reading aloud to himself, “Sexual Perversions in Humans”, “so that’s why she turned red when I came back with her drink. I wonder how much she read…” He put the book back, remembering that it was a pretty good turn on book, more so than a serious research book when he read it thirty years ago.

As Lizzie walked back home she thought about the doctor and thought he was a very sweet old guy. She wasn’t sure how old he was but guessed older than her father. It was fun talking to him and figured she would try to get back to visit him sometime.

She walked by Nicki’s house and she was still outside. Two boys, around her age, were bothering her.

Lizzie continued walking toward her. They were wrestling her, trying to get her on the ground. Hands were all over the place. She moved toward them and she could see them trying to pull Nicki’s pants down and they were grabbing her breasts and crotch. “You guys leave her alone!”

Lizzie tried to pull them off of Nicki and one of them turned his attentions on her.

“Hey look, bigger tits.”

He grabbed her and started squeezing her breasts hard. She slapped him hard and he backed off for a second but returned, jumping on her and knocking her to the ground, landing on top of her. He shoved his face into hers and mashed his lips onto hers. He started making humping moves against her crotch. She could feel his little cock against her crotch and got very mad. She used every ounce of strength she had pushing him off of her and slapped him again.

“You little perverted creep, get the hell out of here.”

He came back with, “Whore bitch, all girls are whore bitches and all they’re good for is fucking and I’m gonna fuck one someday, like I just did you.”

“Well it ain’t gonna be me or Nicki” She swung and kicked at him, missing with her swing but getting him hard with her foot, just below his crotch, knocking him to the ground. He got up and backed away, swearing at her again and yelling to his pal who was a little smaller than Nicki. Nicki was still in a compromising position.

The guy that had jumped Lizzie yelled at his smaller friend. “Come on Dave.”

“You come on, help me I got her pants down and I got my hands on her pussy.”

Lizzie looked around and saw him rubbin her crotch. Lizzie was close enough that she could kick at him so she swung her foot between the legs, he screamed, releasing Nicki, rolling away from her and doubling up in pain next to her.

The bigger boy came toward Lizzie but stopped when, Woody came bounding around the corner barking and moving toward the boys. “Shit, a dog, lets get outa here Davey!”

Davey struggled to his feet and they both moved off into the darkness. She could hear their conversation in bits and pieces over Woody’s barking. “Shit man – .’woof’ – .crotch hurts.”

“That – “woof” bitch, “woof” my balls but, “woof” pussy, I felt pussy, it was kinda wet like! “woof!” Woody’s barks became quieter as the trio vanished into the darkening evening.

Lizzie walked over to Nicki to help her. “Do you know those guys?”

“No, not really, but I’ve seen them at school, one of ’em is in the class across the hall from me, so he’s my age and I think his name is Bill. The other one is a class below me, he’s the one that touched me “there’. I think he’s “leven years old.”

“I’ve heard they act like bullies at school and I’ve seen ’em show off in front of the girls. I guess they’re cousins and the one called Billy is living with the one called Davey, so that’s why they hang together.”

“I guess just a couple trouble makers.”

“Ya, like really”

“Are you OK, Nicki?”

Fixing her panties and pulling up her jeans, “Yea, I guess so, he rubbed me pretty hard and it hurt some. But I guess I’m OK. what’s this big thing about touching a girl down there.”

“I don’t know, I guess guys just like to do it.”

“Anybody do you like that?”

“Well yes, but I told him no and he stopped.”

“He touched me by my pee hole though, is that bad?”

“I don’t no if there’s a good or bad place, all I know is my mom told me that no man should touch me there until I’m married.”

“Oh, my mom never says anything about that stuff so I didn’t really know. I guess maybe I shouldn’t let nobody touch me there, but I still like to have Woody lick me there.”

“I – yes, you probably shouldn’t let anyone touch you there and I do wonder about having Woody lick you, so maybe not that either.

“I know for sure no boys can touch me “specially because it hurt me some, but Woody makes it tickle and it feels so good. I guess I’ll have to think about that one.”

“Well you be careful, because Woody might hurt you.”

“You mean like try to make puppies with me?”

This statement brought Lizzie back to what had happened that morning. “Nicki, I – well, yes or – you – ahhh – well maybe he’ll bite you there or something.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I lay on my back so I can watch him and if he tries to get on top of me like those boys tried, I close my legs together push him away hard and run into another room and hide from him and he finally goes away. I started having my period about six months ago so he could probably give me puppies or a baby.”

“Puppies and babies are cute but my mom says I’m too young to take care them.”

“I don’t know what to think, other than you should be careful.”

“Ya, I will, don’t worry.”

“Well I guess I should get home because it’s really getting dark now so bye for now Nicki”

“Sure, me to, I should get in the house too, before my mom gets home, otherwise she gets really miffed. Bye Lizzie.”

As Lizzie headed for home her mind started going over the recent events.

She wondered about Nicki. “Such a strange but intriguing girl. She didn’t say anything about a dad, perhaps he isn’t around. Strange as she is, I really like her but her mom doesn’t seem to be around for her. I really hope that dog doesn’t get her like he got me this morning, I still feel icky down there.’

She realized that it was completely dark now and decided to run through a small park as a short cut. She only got about a quarter of the way through the park and she tripped on something as she ran between some bushes.

“Hey Dave it’s the whore bitch with the big boobies.”

“Yeah she’s the one that kicked me, get her.”

Lizzie was recovering from the fall and getting up but the older one jumped on her back straddling her waist. The younger one moved down and sat on her legs.

“She hurt me bad when I was on top that Nicki girl.”

“Yeah, an she kicked me too.”

The older one punched her in the back and she yelped in pain.

“Awwww, poor baby, now you know what for, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

The younger one laughing too, slapped her butt hard, forcing another yelp from her. She started bucking, trying throwing Billy off of her. “Davey! Quick hang on, don’t let her up.”

Lizzie managed to roll over, throwing Billy off. She tried to stand up but Davey still holding her legs, worked up the length of her legs, shoving her back to the ground. He moved to her waist sitting on her stomach.

“Ya, man hold her like that.”

She kept trying to shift and twist in effort to knock Davey off of her, but he lay down over her wrapping his arms around her arms. He was now hanging onto her as though he were trying to hold on to a tree in a wind storm. His face in line with hers he tried to kiss her but she kept twisting her face away from him. “Jeeze Billy, I like the way her titties feel under me.”

“Yeah man I bet, but I wanna get to her pussy.”

Lizzie felt him pull down the zipper on her jeans. She screamed and started kicking her feet and he slugged her in the tummy. She folded her legs upward in pain.

“Shut up and hold still bitch whore.”

He pulled her legs strait and slid her jeans down her thighs to her ankles then immediately pulled her panties down. “Holy shit Batman, what the hell is this.”

Davey tried raising his head to see what was going on but he was wrapped around Lizzie’s torso holding her still and couldn’t raise up far enough to see. “What – what, tell me what?”

Billy in a surprised tone. “I don’t know. It’s a white pad or something strapped to her.”

She could feel his fingers touching the belt which held her pad in place and she started fighting some more.

Billy grabbed the flesh on her thigh pinching her real hard. “Hold still bitch whore.”

She struggled again and he grabbed with more force.

She stopped moving again and could feel Davey’s erection pressing against her belly. “Will you hurry up Bill, I wanna see and I got a boner.”

“Fuckin’ shut up, just jack off like I showed ya.”

“How em I supposed to hold her if I do that.”

“I don’t know, just wait then, don’t bother me yet.”

She could feel his fingers moving on her body around the straps that held her pad in place. She could feel him move the straps down her waist and the cool air hit her private place. “Holy shit I think I know.”

“What? Show me quick.”

She felt Billy raise up off her legs and saw his head come up over Davey’s. He had her sanitary pad in his hand. “Look, , I think this has gotta be one of those Kotex pad things.”

“Ohhh gross man, It’s got blood on it.”

Billy shoved it into Davey’s face.

“You fucker you, god dammit.” He rolled away from the pad, letting go of Lizzie and Billy reached out to shove the pad in Davey’s face. He half stumbles over Lizzie.

Lizzie thought she had another opportunity to run. Her jeans were still around her ankles so she couldn’t move her feet. Billy was still half over her and felt her move. But he saw she couldn’t move that well, so he kept taunting Davey. She began to feel this was a hopeless situation and tried to close her mind to all that was happening. This had to be the worst Saturday ever in the world.

“Come on Billy quit screwin’ around.”

“Why, your boner still gettin’ to ya.”

“Ya, but not as much now.”

She tried kicking her jeans off but Billy saw her and kicked in the thigh. “Stupid pussy girl, you can’t get away Billy through the pad into the bushes. “C’mon Davey, get back on and hold her still.”

Davey straddled her waist again and he started rubbing her breasts through her T-shirt. “Hey, I’m rubbin her boobs man.”

“Well fuckin’ big deal why don’t you take off her shirt and feel for real.”

“I can’t if I gotta hold on ta her.”

“Well don’t be such a dumb fuck. Just pull her shirt up from between your legs over her boobs”

Davey loosened his grasp a little and struggled at pulling her shirt up. Lizzie tried to fight again but this time Davey slapped he hard on her face. She became still again. She could feel the damp grass on her back. Tears began running down her face.

Billy began moving his hand over her hairy mound. “Fuck man, you think you got a boner you should see mine. Touching her pussy is makin’ me hard man, this is really weird, my boner almost hurts. I’m gonna try to fuck her.”

Lizzie hollered, “No, please don’t. Please let me go.”

“No way man, I may not get a chance like this ever again.”

“Ya, me neither. Both of us are gonna do ya, me an Billy.”

Billy kept was trying to figure out how to get her bra off and kept pulling. He would stop for awhile, then slide his hands under the material, rubbing her breasts roughly, making them sore. They were becoming irritated between his rough rubbing motions and the pinching of her bra when he pulled on it. She could feel Billy move up her body, straddling her thighs. “Hey, move your butt outa the way.”

Davey moved farther up her torso and was now straddling her rib cage and nearly covering her full warm breasts with his thighs.

Still straddling her legs, Billy moved farther up and rested his cock over her bush and started humping. “Get off her Davey, I wanna lay on top of her.”

“Do I gotta, I’m still trying to get her bra off a her so I can start playin’ with her boobs.”

“Just get off and do it quick, cause I’m gonna squirt and I wanna touch her tits when I do her.”

Davey got up and kneeled next to her. Billy lay over her body swearing at Davey, “You dumb shit, you ain’t got her bra off yet.”

He was so mad he grasped her bra between her breasts, pulling so hard he lifted her off the ground a little. The bra gave way and her torso plopped back to the ground. “Holy shit, boobs, real boobs. Oh man, fuckin’ AHHH!”

Davey reached out grabbing one of her now fully exposed breasts. Billy slapped his hand out of the way. “Let go fuck head, you had your chance.” Billy took both hands and started rubbing her already irritated breasts. “Oh man, this is great, I really dig feelin’ boobs.”

Billy positioned himself between her legs and rested his cock against her slit.

She could feel his cock head slide along her private area. He humped her pussy for a few minutes then stopped. He half moaned, “Oh god this feels fuckin good.” He started humping her slit again moving faster and faster. Davey continued to squeeze her breasts. She was getting really sore down there. His cock rubbing harshly against her clitoris, that spot that normally made her feel so good, hurt like hell.

“Please stop, pleeeeaaasssseee!” Her eyes in a complete blur from the tears.

“Fuck – pant – off, pant”

“Hurry up Billy, I wanna do her too.”

“Oh fuck, shut up, I can’t stop.” His heavy breathing changed to panting. He moaned again, “fuck me, this is great, its kinda warm and fuzzy, and kinda slippery, a lot better “n’ usin’ my hand.”

“Come on man get off, I wanna do it now.”

“Shut – puff – the – huff – fuck – pant, up – “

He was humping fast and furious. Within a few seconds Billy closed his eyes, laid his full weight on her and moaned. She could feel his cock throbbing and wetness flowing between the inside of her thighs and over her hairy mound. He lay there for a few seconds and she could feel his cock soften and shrink.

“Billy, what’s wrong.”

“Damn, it feels good man, and it really took my breath away. I finally fucked a girl.”

“What’s it feel like when you stick it in her hole.”

“What! Stick it in her hole?”

“Ya, stick it in her. Remember, don’t ya remember, yesterday I told you, I heard an older guy say your supposed get it in her hole between her legs.”

“I forgot I rubbed man and it felt really good.” He got up off her and pointed.

“I don’t see no hole between her legs, all I see is a slit and I heard guys say it makes you squirt – and I squirted.”

“Between her legs man, I think they mean up inside between, you know, there’s supposed to be a hole there.”

“Shit nobody never told me?”

“No, there’s gotta be a hole and I told you I heard someone say it yesterday.”

Billy got up off of Lizzie and kneeled next to her, looking a little dismayed. “Jeeze, I wanna see it and I wanna do for real then.”

Lizzie tensed up and tried pulling legs together. Billy tried pulling them apart again but each time he let go and she closed her legs together. “Would you fuckin’ stop that. Davey, help me pull her legs apart.”

Davey moved to the other side of her and grabbed her other thigh and they pulled her legs open. Billy looked down there and looked confused. “All I see is slit too, there ain’t no hole.”

Lizzie thought how long can this go on. When can I get away from them. She tried closing her legs again but they pulled them apart just as fast.

“Pull her slit apart, maybe her slit’s hidin’ it.” Their fingers spread her lips open, but it was near the top and even with the darkness in the park they couldn’t see much of anything, let alone a hole.

Davey moved down her slit a little farther and spread her open again. “Damn I don’t see anything, no hole no nothing, it’s too damn dark.”

“Slide your finger along the slit, maybe your finger will fall in.”

Davey started at the top of her slit and slid his finger down it’s length.

His movements were rough as his finger traced the folds of her slit with his dirty fingers. His finger moved over her clitoris. She winced, because the pressure he was using was too much for her sensitive already sore clitoris. He didn’t seem to notice. “There’s a little bump by the top of her slit, I think and no hole so far. Pussy’s are weird man’ it’s a kinda wet there, but it’s like sticky wet and it has all this weird bumpy like stuff.”

“Let me feel, move your hand.”

“No, not yet, I wanna find the hole.”

His invasive finger went deeper and farther down her folds finally coming to her urethra and it sunk in a little. “I think I found it man.”

“Where!”

“Right here,” jabbing his finger at her pee hole.

“Alllllrrriiggghhhttt man! I’m gonna do her again!”

“No way, you already tried, it’s my turn.”

“No, I’m bigger an’ older, what I say goes.”

“No fair, damn you shit head.”

“I’ll beat your ass, you little shit. It’s me again little fuck head.”

Billy lay down on top of her again.. He started rubbing and kneading her breasts again. He started pushing mostly flaccid cock at her but it wasn’t hard enough to do anything. He stopped moving and kept kneading her breasts. He tried kissing her but she kept moving her head and he got madder and madder.

Davey got impatient. “When you gonna stick it in and fuck her.”

“My cock won’t get hard.”

“Try stickin’ it in anyway, maybe it’ll get hard if you that.”

“I already tried that, shit head, you think I’m dumb or something.”

Billy made several attempts to push into her pee hole with his semi flaccid penis but got nowhere.

Davey finally got real mad pushing at Billy, “Get off damn you, let me try, cause my cock is hard.”

“Well shit, OK, maybe when you’re done, mine’ll get hard again.”

Billy got up and Lizzie tried to get up again. He shoved her back to the ground then to add insult her pinched her nipples hard. She let out a pained yelp.

“Stupid whore bitch, were not done yet.”

Davey took his place between her legs. He lay down on top of her and moved his hips back and humped forward hard. His cock head struck between her cunt lips but he was too high. “Ouch, shit that hurts.”

“Whataya mean it hurts.”

“When I tried to shove my cock in her hole it hurt.”

“How can it hurt?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe you’re doin’ it wrong.”

“I don’t think so. I heard this guy say you’re supposed to jab hard so ya can push a girl open.”

Lizzie, even though in pain, kept thinking about the absurdity of this entire thing.

Davey made several more jabs with the end of his little cock, hitting near her pee hole, then above, off to one side, then hitting her clit and making her wince and yelp in pain. “You musta cracked her open a little, you made her jump. Try again.”

He made several more jabbing attempts and at one point, the end of his cock did land directly on her pee hole but being too small for a cock there was no success in entering her.

“Damn, it ain’t workin’ and my cock is startin’ to get sore. I know you hold her slit open, and maybe I can see her hole and help you point at it.”

“Yeah, that might work.”

Davey raised up on his knees but his feet tangled with her jeans and panties which were still around her ankles and he almost fell forward on her. “Damn, pull her pants off they’re in the way.”

Billy moved to pull her jeans off with Davey still between her legs. The jeans and panties were bunched up so much, it became a struggle.

“Hurry up Billy my thing is gettin’ soft again.”

“You hurry up.”

“How can I, you ain’t got her stuff off yet.”

Davey got impatient again and lay back down on her. His legs slung back and one foot caught in her panties and sanitary pad belt which were still around her ankles.

“Shit.” He shifted his legs around and freed his foot from her panties. During his struggles his cock got a little softer.

Billy finally got her panties and sanitary pad belt out of the way and Davey repositioned himself on her again.

“Now my cock is gettin’ soft, dammit!”

“Well rub it on her slit maybe it’ll get hard again.”

Davey tried pressing his soft cock between her slit and started humping her. Even with the leftover cum from Billy making coating her slit, the pressure he was using on her was hurting her clit again.

Billy had moved to her side again and sat on one of arms and started rubbing one breast.

“Please stop, you’re both hurting me, I can’t stand it.”

Billy slapped her face hard. “Just shut the holy fuck up and let him get hard again.”

Lizzie’s eyes, already blurry from crying, began to cry more.

Davey’s cock recovered to its former stiff self as he humped at her slit. He got carried away humping faster and faster between her wet cum covered slit. He went crazy out of control with the slippery friction and tickling sensation caused by the soft moist folds of her cunt lips and silky soft pubic hair.

He began to hump with greater movement and at one point he pulled back to far and his cock slid down off of her and in his non stop humping move forward his cock head buried itself in the folds very close to her vaginal opening.

Lizzie winced and was prepared for his cock to shove into her warm insides. He hurt himself a little and really didn’t realize how close he was to the prized target.

He stopped for a second and laid his cock back between her slit. Because of his uncontrolled eagerness he forgot about looking for her hole and it was just a matter of seconds before a grunt came out of him. He shot his white gooey liquid all over her mound, tummy and down her slit.

“Oh man, Davey, you did it, you did it to her, what’s it like.”

In a disappointing tone, “No, not really, I didn’t really do her.”

“Whataya mean not really.”

“I didn’t do her dammit.” I was rubbing her and it felt so good I couldn’t stop until I squirted.”

“Get off her, I wanna try again.”

“Go ahead, try so maybe you can really do her.”

Davey moved out of the way and Billy took his place, aiming his cock at her slit.

He pressed his cock against her slit and tried to push into her. Again, like Davey, he was too high. He moved a little higher and pushed with no success. Then he aimed a little lower. She tensed as she realized he was very close to being in line with her vagina.

There was clock across the park chiming. It was sounding the ten o’clock hour.

Billy shifted and listened for a second. “Shit, its ten o’clock.’ he thought.

Billy somehow ended up with his cock in the right place and just as he was pushing in Davey grabbed Billy’s shoulders pulling him back.

“Why the hell did you do that!”

“Shit fuck, we gotta get home.”

“No, we can’t, we gotta do her, I wanna do her.”

“We’re supposed to be home at ten and the clock just rang ten.”

“So!” If we don’t do this now we might never get another chance to do it.”

“We will to, get to do it, don’cha remember we been hangin’ with Denise at school and she already let us touch her boobs. She said she thinks she might let us do her. We gotta go damit.”

“You know that this afternoon my mom said we would be grounded for a month if we stayed out past ten fifteen.”

Billy looked at Lizzie lying there, if he only knew how close he had come to the mark.

Still kneeling between her legs cock back in hand. He reached down and squeezed one of her breasts. He then aimed his stiff cock at her again pushed, but too high again. “Shit, almost dammit. He placed his hand one her cum covered mound and slid it downward. “Hey Davey, you wanna feel her one more time.”

“Sure, why not, but then, like I said, we gotta run. Davey walked over to her, knelt down and squeezed her breasts. He bent down to kiss her, but she moved her head. “Stupid bitch whore.” He grabbed her face and mashed his lips against hers. He then moved his hand to her wet pussy and rubbed it hard. “Yah man, I like the feel of pussy, even if Davey and I got gooey stuff all over it.” He wiped his hand on her bare stomach and laughed.

Billy slid his hand over her pussy and pressed a finger between her slit sliding it down her wet crotch. His finger came dangerously close to finder her hole but her stopped and moved his finger up to her pee hole. He pressed it hard into her urethra making her wince in pain. He wiped his wet hand over her breast and got up to join Davey. “Come back to the park again bitch whore and help us find your hole, cause I really wanna do you.”

They stood side by side staring at her lying there. She started to get up but stopped as Davey swung his foot back to kick her on the side of her thigh. “That’s for kickin’ me, bitch whore.”

Billy grinned then spit in her face.

As they faded into the darkness she pulled herself together, and put her clothing on. She half ran, half walked home. When she got home it was 10:30. She headed for her bedroom and started undressing to take a shower. She got her T-shirt off but she was mentally and physically exhausted. She lay back on the bed in and closed her eyes for what she thought would be a few seconds.

Lizzie woke up at two in the morning with a start. She had been dreaming about several large dogs and small boys chasing her, nipping and grabbing at her, trying to knock her down. She realized that her crotch was wet and raced to the bathroom.

The crotch of her panties and blue jeans were soaked with blood. Her mind had been so turned around by the days events that she had forgotten to get a new sanitary pad. She got into the shower staying there for over an hour. She dried off, getting a new sanitary pad and clean panties, then crawling back into bed.

It was cold outside, and she couldn’t find her coat. It seemed to be close but every time she got close to it, the coat would move a little farther out of her reach. At one point it was in her hands but it seemed to get ripped from her hands. She made a lunge toward her coat and fell flat on her face.

Her head was spinning, her hands feeling around, but her brain told her this wasn’t the ground, it was the floor. Her eyes opened, she realized that she was on the floor next to her bed. Her brother was standing there holding her blanket laughing at her. Ha, ha, ha! You’re pretty funny when you’re half asleep. You got nice tits too. Do they always look kinda red like that and how did you get all those scratch marks?”

Lizzie screamed and grabbed for a blanket to cover herself. She realized that she didn’t put her nighty on and she never wore a bra under her nighty. Her dorky brother had pulled her covers off and was staring at her while she slept. “You bastard, you pervert, how could you do that. Get out of my bedroom, now!”

He ran out of her bedroom yelling, “I told you I would see your tits sometime.”

She was angry with the world. Everyone is becoming weirdo perverts, even her brother.

She had overslept by several hours. It was nearly noon, the latest she had ever slept.

As she dressed herself she noticed that there were red splotches on her breasts. “Those bastards last night, they kept hurting me there. I hope those marks go away quick and the scratches from the dog – , why me?” Examining further she could see red marks and scratches around her crotch too. Davey and Billy had kept their pants on and the zippers kept digging into her and scratching her.

Lizzie dressed went down to the kitchen, made a sandwich and headed back to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes and stared mindlessly and blankly for minutes. She finally got off the bed, pulled her homework out of her back pack and started reading her biology book, eating as she read.