Sowing Her Oats
(M+/Ff, teen, lez, size, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Melanie Diamond was more voluptuous than the average teenaged girl, and at fourteen years old, barely 5'0 tall and 95-lbs., she liked to pretend she had a worldliness and knowledge about sex which she really didn't have at all. As a matter of fact, she knew less about the sexual relationships between men and women than the average girl. But she had one physical attraction that guaranteed attention from anyone who looked her direction: very large DD-cup breasts that seemed all the larger given her petite frame. Her Mother was a famous singing star on television and the plush nightclub circuits of Las Vegas, New York, London, and Toronto, but had kept her lushly developing daughter safely stashed away in expensive private schools. Although Darla Diamond was a talented and voluptuous D-cup beauty herself, she was at the age of 37 where a fresh, sexually budding daughter might prove to be competition... competition that would show up her own somewhat fuck-worn tits and ass.

In the exclusive private school, Greystone, where she was now, she found that being the daughter of a celebrity made the other girls look up to her. After all, the daughter of the famous Darla Diamond, TV and nightclub star - a beautiful, if somewhat tarnished, figure of glamour, a pet of the international jet set and adored by her faithful fans. After a while however, Melanie found that her natural shyness was mistaken for stand-offishness and that her former friends ignored her to the extent of pointedly not inviting her to their parties or sorority affairs.

Her Mother had often told her that even as the daughter of a famous woman, she would encounter plenty of jealousy and envy, and that she would be very foolish to let that sort of thing throw her. For some strange reason, she had always been closer to her Mother, felt proud to be the daughter of Darla Diamond. So Melanie tried to "cultivate her cool," In spite of the other girls' snubs. But in her heart she was very hurt.

She would actually see a group of girls hurriedly change the subject of their whispered conversation when she approached, and knew they must have been talking about her or her Mother. As she went upstairs to study, she heard what surely was a dirty remark about her, to judge from the peals of mocking laughter that followed her to her dormitory room. She mentally resolved that 'he who laughs last, laughs best' - and that she would one day have the last laugh over these bitches.

The girl who seemed to hate her the most was actually her next door dorm neighbor, a rather mean, but physically attractive seventeen-year-old girl named Eva.

Eva's room seemed to he some sort of magnet for the other girls in Greystone and they would gather there very frequently like a flock of gaily chatting birds. And, as much as Melanie tried to deny it to herself, she was secretly hurt that she wasn't asked to be one of the group. It was just all that phony sophistication and woman of the world airs that Eva affected that attracted the other girls, she kept telling herself. Finally, one weekend, she heard them laughing and giggling in Eva's room and made up her mind to find out what it was all about. Even though there was a sinking sensation in her stomach as she did so, she casually opened the door and entered.

As the girls saw who it was, the gaiety seemed to die down, and she was greeted by furtive and somewhat resentful looks.

"Just what can we do for you, Miss Diamond?" Eva asked her. "Or did you open the door to the wrong room by mistake?"

Melanie's heart skipped a beat and she flushed in embarrassment as she replied, "No, I just thought I'd join the fun..."

There was a sharp intake of breaths, then a hushed silence and then Eva spoke.

"Come right in, maybe you can fill us in on details about... show business that we were discussing. After all, your Mother is the fabulous Darla Diamond, superstar of TV, nightclubs, and all that jazz."

Melanie walked into the room hesitantly and saw that there were little knots of girls all over. Some were on the bed, some were on the easy chairs and others even sprawled on the rug. As Melanie found a place to sit on the sofa, the gay girlish gossiping and hysterical shrieks of laughter began again.

"Please don't feel that I'm intruding," Melanie said to Eva, "but I'm really at rather loose ends this afternoon, and you all sound like you're having such a lot of fun." her voice trailed off. She flushed under Eva's sharp mocking gaze.

"By the way," Eva said slyly, "we were just discussing the sex life of some popular show biz personalities - or don't you think that people like Britney Spears or Tom Jones or... Darla Diamond indulge in that pastime?"

Melanie flushed and her lips trembled as she tried to reply nonchalantly, "Oh I've heard a thing or two."

Eva pressed her advantage. "How about giving out with some of the dirt about your Mother? After all, you've sort of got the inside track."

Melanie kept silent as Eva continued her clever taunting. "Well, we're all waiting breathlessly to hear something right from the horse's mouth, as it were. Or would the opening at the other end of the horse be more suitable to the subject of Darla Diamond's private occupations?" As Melanie pressed her lips together and tried to keep the tears from filling her eyes, Eva added, "I've got a little scrap book here that mentions her." She opened a book filled with news clippings. "Here's something juicy - "Illicit Love on the Big Networks" - Mmmmm... 'Is a certain famous TV star about to have her option dropped because she drops her panties too much?"'

"So what?" Melanie said grimly.

"So the rest of the article is all about Darla Diamond's love life, her husband's affairs, and some really swinging sex, marijuana, and crank shenanigans. Really, you must have such an exciting time at home! It's a shame we can't get you to tell us about it."

"How can you even read such cheap gossip sheets? They should be banned from the newsstands!" Melanie burst out. "My Mother says everyone in the public eye is besmirched by those scandal sheets!"

"Look here," Eva said, thrusting her scrap book into Melanie's hands, just see if this guy doesn't know what he's talking about. For just an idle gossiper, he seems to know an awful lot about your Mother and your father. You're not mentioned... yet."

Melanie didn't want to look at the scrap book, yet the pictures of her Mother with some slick young men captioned "Darla's Latest" or "Handsome Remedy for Singer's Sore Throat" held her gaze hypnotically. The stories were about love affairs, secret trysts, sex-swapping parties at her Mother's New York penthouse, the young girls her father consoled himself with and other sexy tidbits. Melanie knew that it couldn't possibly be true. The parties she had seen at her Mother's apartment never had anything more exciting than spilling a cocktail occasionally.

"I don't know where you got all this dirt," Melanie said angrily, "but I can assure you that's all it is - just a bunch of low down dirt, made up by a second rate gossip columnist looking for filler! Now I think I'll go to my room. I think I want to play my Mother's latest album to get the smell of your scrap book out of my nose!"

"Really, Miss Haughty?" Eva asked slyly. "Since we come from such a bunch of blue bloods, I guess you wouldn't be interested in some other choice bits about your darling Mother?"

"I don't know why you're picking on me like this," Melanie said, with a hint of a sob in her voice. "If you don't want my company I'll leave right now!"

"Oh, no," Eva replied with a sardonic grin, "we'd just love to have you stay. Our parents live such dull lives compared to yours. We're so unsophisticated - why don't you wise us up?"

Melanie knew that Eva was trying to embarrass her in front of the other girls.

"I just ignore cheap slander, wherever it comes from," Melanie said, looking pointedly at Eva, "and now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and play those CDs in my own room!"

But Eva grasped her by the arm as she made her way to the door. "Oh, I've got lots of other interesting scraps on your Mother, Melanie. I used to be a fan of hers."

Turning to another girl called Sally, she said, "Get me the rest of my scrap books from the closet and we'll see who's slandering whom. Your mamma really must be quite a babe with the boys, and you don't even want to tell us anything about her technique of getting men. That's really all we want from you, some pointers on what makes Darla such a successful sexpot."

With this, she flung the scrap books the other girl handed her right at Melanie's feet. They opened to show pictures of her Mother in various poses and escapades, including a certain nude bathing episode in the fountain of London's Trafalgar Square.

Melanie ignored the pictures and made to leave the room. She was actually on the verge of tears and couldn't understand what had brought on this attack on her and her Mother. She had only tried to be friendly. Why was Eva so intent on torturing her and demeaning her in front of the others.

"Pick those books of mine off the floor, and read those stories real good. Maybe you'll thank me for giving you the best education you ever got at good old Greystone," Eva ordered.

Melanie couldn't believe that this was happening to her, or that the other girls would go along with this hazing.

"I don't think anybody would like it much if Miss Finchly heard what the girls in her class were trying to pull," she quavered with tears in her eyes.

"I don't think you would like it much if we really did a job on your whore of a Mother and plastered this stuff all over the school," Eva answered. "Believe me, every girl here will make you sorry that you were ever born if you even think of squealing to the headmistress."

Melanie felt that Eva was dead serious and would really carry out her threats. Maybe the best thing would be to play along and then get out as quickly and as gracefully as possible.

"Okay," Eva said viciously, "now read us a few bedtime stories, and I do mean "bedtime" stories about your old folks at home. And speak up, I'm hard of hearing."

Melanie flipped the pages of the scrap book unbelievingly. Finally she began to read in a whisper, "I need to have my men big - all over, says songbird Darla Diamond."

She was interrupted with a high pitched squeal of laughter from one of the group, but continued reading with a kind of fascinated horror. "'I believe love is where you find it, says Darla Diamond on Rome's famed Via Veneto. Could it be that the handsome young Italian accompanying her agreed with her back in her hotel room?"' Melanie saw a picture of an oily, gigolo-type leading her Mother's poodle, while her Mother looked up at him in obvious admiration.

"You girls don't understand," Melanie said, "these things are just for publicity, just a press agent's idea. Why, my Mother would never do anything of the kind!"

"Oh, no!" mocked Eva. "Not in a million years - but do read on, it's all so interesting, even if it is just a press agent's story. Some of them sound like a press agent's nightmare, if you ask me!"

Melanie bit her lip and said nothing. She realized that she was being persecuted, and just because she was her Mother's daughter. Her Mother had told her there would be days like this, but Melanie would never have believed her classmates could be so mean and hurtful.

Taking another scrapbook in her hands, Melanie saw her Mother practically bare-chested in a see-through evening gown, obviously drunk, with a man who certainly wasn't her husband. She dimly remembered also seeing this man apparently coming from her Mother's bedroom one night when he was a weekend guest, but her Mother had just been amused by Melanie's questions at the time.

Almost hysterically, Melanie leafed through page after page of the scrapbooks. Why, these stories made her Mother out to be the giddiest type of gadabout - a celebrity who gave sex so freely that she was notorious for it. And her father, according to these clippings, was a weak nincompoop who was always shooing handsome young strangers out of his steaming marriage bed. But no matter how he tried, her Mother managed to keep the bed sheets hot. And all the stories about her parents were in the same vein. Her Mother seemed the biggest tramp and her father the biggest dope in the entertainment world.

Rather sadly, she said, "I'd like to leave, I've seen all the scrapbooks."

She was so obviously hurt that none of the girls laughed or said anything, except Eva, who couldn't resist pitching one last dart into Melanie's sensitive skin.

"Hope you enjoyed our little get-together and liked my picture books. By the way," she added, "do you suppose you could get your Mother and some of her boyfriends to autograph my scrap books? That would make them really interesting!"

Keeping back her tears, Melanie walked into her own room, holding her head proudly. As she closed the door behind her, she flung herself down on the bed and let the tears come. How could they rub her nose in the filthy trash of the gossip columns? How could girls be so cruel? Especially when she knew that none of it could be true. Even the most innocent action could be distorted as to make it seem evil by these gossip sheets. Her Mother had assured her of that. But why had her Mother always gone to such pains to get her to believe that there would be false gossip about her?

Having found that her Mother was the soft spot in her armor, the girls in her section of the dorm became quite sadistic. There would be sly questions, like "What does your Mother advise putting on a broken cherry?,' flung at her in passing. But she realized that if she answered this sort of torture, there would be no end to it. So she just kept quiet and made believe she didn't hear a thing.

Eva, as usual, was the worst. Since she had the room right next to Melanie's, she developed the habit of barging right in. Somehow she almost always seemed to come in when Melanie was undressing and clad only in panties and bra. Once it was without the bra and Eva had looked fixedly at her voluptuous breasts and hadn't made any of her usual remarks about Melanie's Mother.

"What a pair of breasts!" she said in a rather surprised tone of voice. She left the room when Melanie hurriedly closed the bathroom door.

A new idea had been forming in Melanie's mind under the constant pressure of all the teasing she was taking from the others. She would just pack it in, leave Greystone Finishing School. She would go back to her Mother, tell her what had happened and just look for a job. Maybe she could even become her Mother's secretary. It would be fun traveling with her Mother from one engagement to another. She could really see the world.

She made up her mind that she would take French leave from the school this coming weekend. She would say she was going into the meadow for nature study notes and they wouldn't even bother to look for her. By the time they missed her at bedcheck, she would have almost arrived at the penthouse in New York. Central Park would look good to her from the seventeenth story of the luxury apartment. Much better than Miss Finchley's school up in the farthest reaches of Westchester County.

She was nervous when she told the biology teacher she was going to spend the day in nature study, but when she was finally away from Greystone, she felt much better. She liked her bio teacher, and felt sorry if she would get into trouble over Melanie's disappearance.

It was a cloudy day, and a bone-chilling dampness made her hurry along to the railroad station. Some of the town's swingers, young men on the make, always used to watch in town for the girls from Greystone. Melanie knew that some of the girls had let themselves get picked up for beer drinking parties at a nearby bar and discotheque, but felt it was really none of her business. She herself had gotten more than one off-color invitation to join them, but now they no longer bothered her.

Her figure had really matured more voluptuously than she herself realized. With her miniskirt tight around her shapely asscheeks, her full breasts jouncing joyously with every step in her loose bra and tight sweater, she was a real hardon producer whenever she passed a group of men. Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits full and inviting, long auburn tresses, blue eyes and a lightly freckled skin that was startlingly white - all these sexy attributes really raised the steam in any and all observing males. Her lush, wanton figure coupled with her girlish naivet raised cocks wherever she passed.

She knew she was exciting the group of young street corner loungers as she passed them - maybe she even gave her hips an extra twitch.

"Mmmmm. Wouldn't that be a nice piece of ass to ram"

"Wow, her nipples are bigger than most girls' tits!"

She heard these and other comments on her physical attributes with a slight inward shudder. If some of these so-called swingers wanted to get to first base with her, they'd have to take a bath first. They looked as oily and as filthy as they sounded. While she was still a virgin, she remembered how in the hygiene class the male and female sex organs had been carefully described by the somewhat mannish Miss Tuttle. She had made them all squirm as she described the foreskin on the male penis, and the smelly, cheesy deposits which accumulated under if soap and water weren't used regularly. She tittered to herself as she thought every penis and foreskin in the corner could probably stand a thorough washing. And she'd like to see her sadistic friend Eva forced to do the penis cleanup.

Some other girls soon drew the group's attention and she hurried on to the station. She looked behind her just to make sure that none of the girls spotted her heading for the train. It would just be too ironic to have the Greystone administration stop her at this stage of the game.

She was really sick of the place and all those giggling tormentors. She knew her Mother would tell her that those papers were all lies. She would be her Mother's secretary and go all over the world with her, glorying in her singing triumphs. Somehow, she couldn't picture her father doing much of anything, really being in the picture with them. To her inmost self, she admitted that he was a well-meaning man, but a weakling for whom she had no respect. Her Mother was the strong vital force of the family.

She waited impatiently for her train to come. She only had about a fifteen minute wait, but it seemed like hours. The ride to Grand Central took two hours, and all the way down she tried to picture the reaction of her parents at her sudden appearance in town in the middle of the term. Her father, like all weak people, was conventional, a square, and would probably insist on her going back to that prison of a school. Why, now that she thought of it, even its name "Greystone" had that penitentiary sound. But her darling Mother was different, she knew she'd be glad to see her "baby" as she called Melanie. She knew she would listen sympathetically to her story and maybe she would even start training her for the position of her secretary right away. She would tell her Mother about the gossip columns and wanted to hear her Mother's throaty contralto laughing and telling her to pay them no mind. And now that she was older, and would probably be living at home with her parents, she could certainly spot anything that wasn't right. She wasn't a child anymore.

The train finally pulled into Grand Central at 6p and Melanie felt like a coward as she went into a phone booth. She really dreaded telling either of her parents what she had done; they thought she was such a dutiful girl. When the phone rang, there was no answer. Melanie breathed a sigh of relief. They had probably gone out to dinner and would make things easier. The doorman would let her into the apartment, and she could be sitting in the living room when they returned. She hoped it was a good dinner, because then at least they would be in a good mood.

She dozed off on the couch while waiting for them to come home. She just didn't know how she was going to explain things, but decided play it by ear. It seemed as if only a moment had passed and she awakened to the sound of her Mother's voice practically screaming in surprise.

"Melanie, baby, what are you doing home when you're supposed to be in school? Is anything wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she told them there was nothing for them to worry about and that she was perfectly all right. But, she told them, Greystone Finishing School was just an impossible place and she couldn't stand the other girls' catty snobbiness another day. If they sent her back, she'd just run away, and maybe go to Chicago or Los Angeles and look for a job.

Her father stopped her short.

"School is the only place for a girl of your age, and you'll just have to go back. Why, Greystone is one of the most exclusive schools in the country and you have no idea of the strings I had to pull to get you in. I know better than you what's best, and back to school you're going in the morning. I'll probably be hearing from the headmistress any minute now and I'm going to tell her you'll be there tomorrow morning!"

Melanie realized with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that for some reason her father didn't want her at home, that she was just a pesky kid who was going to be in the way.

Then Darla came to her rescue.

"Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "you're being too hard on the child: Let's hear her out. That's only fair, and maybe she shouldn't go back if she hates it so much."

Turning to Melanie she said, "But you must realize dear, that my singing schedules and your father's TV production business just doesn't give us much time to spend with you."

"But Mother, you always said You needed a confidential secretary - and who could be more confidential than me, and I'd just love the job," Melanie interrupted. "I'd be the best secretary you could possibly have!"

"Young lady-" her father began, but Darla shut him up.

"I'll tell you what we'll do, baby. I'll call the headmistress at school tomorrow and explain that you're not feeling well and that's why you left. We'll get you a leave of absence and you can stay here while Mother and dad figure out the best thing to do," Darla smiled at Melanie.

"Who knows, maybe it would be best for you to be my confidential secretary. The idea has its good points!"

Melanie flung her arms around her Mother and hugged her so tightly that Darla told her to let up a little, she couldn't breathe. It was the maid's night out, so Darla took Melanie into the kitchen and made her a tuna sandwich and milk.

"Get to bed early, Melanie dear," Darla said. "Tomorrow's another day and our problems will look a lot simpler then."

As she snuggled into her own bed that night, Melanie felt she had done the right thing in leaving Greystone. When her beautiful Mother was around, she felt warm and comfortable; her Mother was strong enough and capable enough to set everything right. Those cheap gossip columnists with all their dirty pictures and obscene insinuations could never make her believe that her Mother was immoral. Seeing was believing and she had never seen her Mother in a single immoral action in all her life. But her father was a weak man, and as a TV producer, he surely met up with a lot of temptations - girls who would do anything for a break on one of his TV shows.

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Darla said looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh Mother," Melanie said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I guess I'm going to surprise both of you... I mean I'm still so tired for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed early!"

"All right, dear," her Mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little pale to me."

"I intend to Mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for - I'd keep you company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I haven't had for ages."

Melanie spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures - her favorite still being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked goddesses held her interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her Mother talking to someone on the phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she listened. Her Mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice, someone who was a stranger to Melanie.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight... but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the house with some kind of an excuse."

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Darla laughed in her rich contralto and then hung up.

Melanie replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Darla should he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice. Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in the scrap-books? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Melanie that her adored Mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to a mere man...

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the commotion, Melanie opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her Mother was in the hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the Mantells for years and Melanie remembered him with feelings of distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding breasts. He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Melanie knew that he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs the way he did when her father and Mother were in the apartment, she wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Blinda Lennard, who was an attractive brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well-preserved body. Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy on the mascara and lipstick. What Melanie disliked about Blinda was her constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way that nothing could break down.

Her Mother and Blinda were deep in conversation in the hallway near her bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "girl-talk" she was surprised to see Blinda press against her Mother's body. One of her hands descended to Darla's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was actually grasping one of her Mother's huge D-cup breasts - and squeezing it! Her Mother surprised her by covering Blinda's hand on her breast with her own, and smilingly removing Blinda's hand from her ass, she whispered something to her. Blinda's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big white teeth. Amazed, Melanie watched her Mother lead Blinda into her bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Melanie tiptoed to the door of her Mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Melanie knew from secretly watching her Mother undress and give herself beauty treatments before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing through the door. There was her Mother lying back on the bed, her expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle, the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The sight of her Mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her Mother laugh and say, "You'll have to make this one a quickie, Blinda darling. If we stay up here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Darla. Is Mr. Dildo still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Blinda go to the drawer and take out a peculiar looking harness - it looked just like a garterbelt with a huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Blinda lift up her dress, remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Melanie recognized it for what it was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Darla," she heard Blinda say, breathing heavily. "You know I like to feel them!"

As her Mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Blinda's questing hands. Blinda began to knead them and she could see her Mother's nipples stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her breasts. She saw her Mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished invitation. Blinda leaned forward between her Mother's legs and with a grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Darla's moist pussy.

As Blinda began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her Mother's pussy, she could hear her Mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Blinda's movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing of the two women's bodies. Her Mother began to moan as if she were in some kind of pain, while Blinda's breathing sounded as if she were running a race.

Suddenly she heard her Mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Blinda darling, shove it all the way up my hole... ah... all the way up... I want to feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Melanie knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that it was a very immoral thing called Lesbianism that just didn't happen among nice people. Yet here was her own Mother being sexually entered by a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry" it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But this sounded as if her Mother were actually enjoying the big red prick that Blinda was shoving in and out of her pussy with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now... oh... keep ramming that prick up my cunt... I just love it, darling... oohh."

She was fascinated as she watched Blinda fucking her Mother. They were hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something forbidden and terribly immoral - who could ever imagine such a thing between her adored Mother and that loud brassy Blinda Lennard!"

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Blinda ask her Mother. "Is he far enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Blinda, you're tickling my uterus right now - you can't go any further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Blinda's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster and faster up her Mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her panties and felt that her crotch was all wet...

She still wondered how her Mother could let a crude woman like Blinda do such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the right to put his prick into her Mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on the bed. Melanie felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her Mother practically shriek. Melanie was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her Mother's body.

Unconsciously Melanie's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she watched Blinda's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her Mother's juices, rammed in and out of Darla's bushy pussy. Melanie worked her own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high between her cuntlips.

"I'm cumming, Blinda, please fuck faster, I'm cumming so good, Blinda doll... all the way up now!" her Mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Blinda gasped. She squeezed the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly: "I've cum inside your belly, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't that feel good, you fucking slut?"

Amazed, Melanie saw a white milky fluid seep from her Mother's pussy as they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white, milky fluid into her Mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Blinda dear," she heard her Mother whispering.

"Okay, just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more - and then off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Blinda mouth her Mother's naked nipples, she turned away from the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her Mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Melanie knew that her Mother was good - and honest. No matter what a million gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own Mother could never do anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her Mother and Blinda had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently. Even though she had masturbated before, Melanie had never cum like this. Cunt-juice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her young life.

"Oh Mother, Mother, how could you," Melanie whispered to herself as her come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with juices actually dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her Mother's bedroom door was wide open; apparently Blinda and Darla had rejoined the others. The alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice. What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Darla and frigging a woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a weakling - she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with Mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Melanie's eyes this time astounded her. Her father was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just a little more of that... huh, ohgod... yes! "she wheedled.

Melanie was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered. And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest, legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamned tongue right on my clit and I'm cumming, I'm cumming!.".. her wail trailed off as her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me a real good blowjob, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my TV shows, just consider this an audition."

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge, stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Melanie watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe. She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father could be the possessor of such a virile prick. Maybe there was a good reason that Mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your pussy!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as his cock rammed completely up her pussy.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my pussy!" Sheila moaned as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Melanie even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Diamond, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging "audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and spread her legs wider, so that his prick could plunge more deeply into her moist, pink cunt.

Melanie felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her Mother allowing her pussy to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As Sheila threshed from side to side, Melanie sensed that her orgasm wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for the second time that night Melanie began to keep time to a hump rhythm with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's prick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating her own cunny at the same time... what was happening to her. And yet, fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's blonde-bushed pussy, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock... ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...." Sheila pleaded as she felt her orgasm welling up within her pussy.

"I'm going to shoot my load... shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of yours..." Charles Diamond groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her cuntlips.

"Oh God... you're making me cum, you're making me cum Charlie... shoot, shoot your goddamned load all the way up my cunt," the writhing blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a orgasm of staggering proportions. Melanie could see the lips of her cunt practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that sweet baby seed to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out erratically - holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm cumming, too! I'm cumming, too!" her father groaned as his arms closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby, get the last drop out into that sweet pussy."

Melanie kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her finger lightly moving on her clit. Then she remembered she had been on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just couldn't take her finger away from her clit, and as she played with it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within her. She knew she was on the brink of cumming and stopped for a moment to savor the sensation in her cunt... to prolong it just as much as she could.

For some reason, visions of Blinda, the dildo ramming in and out of her Mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing... Mother must know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and clit massage once again.

She wondered why her Mother was always foremost in her mind. Her Mother was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Darla Diamond, the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive personality, was Melanie's ideal. She could feel much more, was actually always closer to her Mother than her father. In a sense, that was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her Mother would only make Melanie her private secretary- companion, that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her Mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her Mother, because her Mother somehow seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her pussy and parting the wet lips with her forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clit once again. The hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clit and her finger got wet, she fancied that it was Blinda's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But it wasn't Blinda who was wearing the dildo, it was her Mother Darla, gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of juices on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as her cunt spasmed in the most shattering orgasm she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm began to recede." If I can feel this way by just masturbating after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

Even though she was up at the crack of dawn the next day and showered, made-up and dressed - she just lounged around in her room. She pondered the events of the previous evening... that was certainly quite a party and it had taught her more in one night then the hygiene teacher could in a year. She had heard about dildos, and Lesbians, and jokes about TV producers and budding actresses - but to really see and experience these things! And in the person of her own parents! She just couldn't get over it

"Well, sleepy head," her Mother greeted her as they were having their coffee. "I was just coming in to wake you up," Darla said. "We're going to have to have a long talk about what comes next for you... but have your coffee first, darling," she laughed. "Time enough later for the serious things."

As Melanie saw her parents, dressed and talking like parents and not like a couple of sex-crazed hippies, she wondered if they could be the same two people she saw disporting themselves so flagrantly last night. Well, if they could be so nonchalant about everything, why then so could she

"How many people were at the party last night, Mother?" she asked.

Darla, a bit taken aback by Melanie's question, answered, "Oh, there were only around seven or eight, but I guess they really must have sounded like seventy with all the noise they were making...."

"You're right, and they all seemed to be parked right outside my door," Melanie commented.

"They must have kept you up then?" Charles Diamond half-questioned his daughter.

"As a matter of fact, I was all excited about being home and just couldn't fall asleep all night. I think I just dozed off for a few hours at dawn," Melanie told her father.

She noticed that her Mother and father exchanged quick glances and then looked away. They still thought of her as a child, and if she was up, she could see the question in their eyes, "Had Melanie seen or noticed anything of their hi-jinx in the bedrooms?"

"Was that Jack Lennard at the party?" Melanie asked sweetly. "I hate that phony!"

"What makes you come out with a crack like that about one of your father's business associates?" her Mother said. "Why, Uncle Jack has always thought the world of you! What brings this on?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, that old goat is always trying to feel me up whenever he's around here... I just hope he doesn't find me alone in the house sometimes," Melanie answered.

"Now really, Melanie," her father chimed in, "I think we can trust Uncle Jack with anything."

"Anything? Really?" Melanie questioned with a hint of mocking in her voice. She only wished her father had once seen "Uncle Jack" feeling her asscheeks and then starting for her breasts.

Darla looked at her wonderingly. This way of talking was unusual for Melanie. She generally acted like a good, docile child - but noting her swelling breasts and curved hips, Darla Diamond suddenly realized that her daughter had matured. She was a lovely, sexually desirable young woman now, completely mature physically, even though she was still a schoolgirl.

Darla kept looking at her daughter's lush body and then blushed, embarrassed by the thought of "Mr. Dildo" and how he would look moving between Melanie's white thighs... She would really have to keep Mr. Dildo out of her mind, even though that was a wonderful session last night with Blinda.

"Well, was Mr. Lennard at the party?" Melanie persisted in questioning her parents.

"He was one of our guests," her father replied.

"I did hear some people last night," Melanie said," and I thought that braying laugh of his woke me up. I didn't get back to sleep again for quite awhile."

Melanie knew that the thought that she was floating around during the revels of the previous evening were making both her parents quite uncomfortable, and took a sadistic pleasure in baiting them. After all, they were both guilty of immoral acts in their own way - and what she had seen them do had gotten her so stirred up that she had to masturbate twice!

"Little pitchers shouldn't have big ears," her Mother said trying to gloss over last night.

"Don't talk to me as if I were a twelve-year-old, Mother! I'm a grownup girl and maybe I understand a lot more than you think I do," Melanie hinted. "I think your 'Uncle Jack' and that blonde would-be TV actress, Sheila, are having an affair!"

"Why, whatever makes you think such thoughts?" her Mother asked, trying to keep her poise.

"Well, some of the noises I heard last night sure sounded as if certain people were balling it up!"

"Are you sure you know the meaning of that phrase, Melanie?" her father asked uncomfortably.

"I certainly do, Dad," she said pointedly. "Even the comic books these days are really very outspoken. You should take some time out from producing your TV shows and look them over. They might give you some good ideas for a new show."

"Now, I think that's quite enough on that subject," her father said uncertainly.

But Melanie, sensing she was pricking their weak spots, kept right on. "That Sheila, the one who wants to be a TV star, she really is a big mouth. I think she made more noise than anyone else at the party. If she ever gets on a TV show, she won't need a microphone!"

"Well, just what did you hear?" her Mother asked.

"Oh, it really just adds up to a lot of interesting background noises in the bedrooms. Maybe it's just a little schoolgirl's imagination," Melanie said sarcastically, "but Dad would sure have a hit show if he could put them on the air!"

Melanie looked at both her parents and could see that this last remark of hers had really rattled them. She was glad. They both deserved to be blasted out of their smugness in believing her just a simple little girl.

"Well, lots of things happen at parties that people regret the morning after. Not everybody can hold their liquor - and grownups letting their hair down is a subject you have lots of time to learn about," her father said, trying to close the matter of what had been going on at the party.

Melanie now felt that both her parents were quite uncomfortable. They both looked uneasily at each other and at their daughter, wondering if she had seen any of their guilty behavior.

"Even though she's kind of loud, I think this girl, Sheila, has got something on the ball. Like a very good figure - why don't you audition her, Dad. Her body would certainly register, even if her acting didn't!"

"Let your father make his own business decisions!" Darla said sharply to her daughter. "He's got enough trouble making up his mind about anything as it is."

"Now that you mention it, Sheila is a most attractive girl and I might give her a break at that!" her father said.

Melanie couldn't resist saying, "Oh, I thought you already gave Sheila an audition, Dad."

She knew that what she was saying was bothering her parents. She had thought things out about her Mother and Blinda, and knew there probably was a good reason for their affair. Emotionally, she felt her wonderful, wise, strong Mother could do no wrong. But her weakling father was another story. What right did he have to lay this girl Sheila right in his own apartment, with his wife and daughter present? It was in line with what she had always thought of his wishy-washy character - now she knew he was thoroughly immoral as well.

"You're talking a little too much about things that really don't matter, Melanie," her Mother said. "I think you're still over-excited by having left school, so why don't you lie down and listen to some CDs in your room, and just rest? You're father's going to the station and I have a rehearsal, so we'll both be gone most of the day. Relax, dear," she concluded.

Melanie took her Mother's advise, went to her bedroom which overlooked the park and lay on the bed listening to her CD player. Naturally, she played a Darla Diamond album.

She must have dozed off for a few minutes when she was startled by the bedroom door opening abruptly. There was a hissing noise as the well-knit, compact body of their Japanese butler, Taka Hachiburo, bowed in apology for having disturbed her.

"I beg Miss Melanie's pardon," Taka said in his excellent English, "but I did not know you were at home and your Mother told me to clean all windows in every room today."

She was rather glad to see Taka Hachiburo again. He was a handsome exchange student from Tokyo who was taking his degree in psychology at Columbia University. He worked as Darla's part-time butler and houseman for his living expenses. He would be getting his degree within a few months now.

"Oh, that's all right, Taka," she said, noting how strong and virile his muscular arms and legs looked. He was clad only in tennis shorts and a t-shirt for his window-cleaning job. "Don't let me keep you from your work."

The attractive Japanese student-butler moved gracefully into the bedroom with his squeegees and pail of water. He started to wash the first window, near the bed on which she was lying. As she watched his manly, athlete's body clean the first window, she smiled slyly to herself at certain warm, wet feelings she was experiencing between her legs. She had certainly been sexually stimulated by all she had seen the previous evening.

"Listen, Taka," Melanie said sweetly, "I don't want to disturb you while you're working, but I like watching you. You've got a real tennis player's physique, I can see, and I have a weakness for good-looking tennis players. I'd like to see You walking around in those tennis shorts all the time."

"I only wear them when I wash the windows, Miss Melanie," Taka grinned back at her and went on using the rubber squeegee on the windows.

"But, Taka" Melanie said; impishly, "aren't they kind of tight in the crotch?"

Ignoring the question, the good-looking Japanese continued his work.

"Maybe you ought to take your CD-player into the living room," he suggested. "This is a kind of messy job and I wouldn't want to splash you."

"You can splash me anytime, Taka," she said. "Watching you work in that outfit shows me how graceful you are." She looked at him coyly as she watched his torso straining as he cleaned the upper-half of the window. Like most Japanese, Taka was not very tall, but he was very compact and brawny. His skin was the color of yellow gold and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his upper and lower lips and his chest. Taka turned around, wondering what gave with Melanie and then applied himself to the windows once again. Melanie was staring right at his crotch, which had quite a large bulge and he wished he had put on a jock-strap.

Quite casually, Melanie let her house-robe fall open, exposing the valley between her plump DD-cup tits, as well as a good deal of her bra. As Taka turned around for a cloth, he was startled by the sight of her voluptuous breasts, so temptingly and "accidentally" displayed.

"This apartment is rather warm and close today," she smiled at Taka. "How about letting me use your squeegee on the window for awhile. I'm so bored."

Suiting her actions to her words, she bent over the pail of water to get the squeegee. As she did so, her house-robe fell even more open and she heard Taka's sharp intake of breath as the sight of her huge breasts straining out of the top of her bra greeted his eyes.

She began to use the squeegee on the window, brushing against Taka as she strained to reach the top of the window. Her robe fell even more open as she worked, and she knew that the sight of her full breasts and the glimpses of lace panties, was lighting his fuse as she exposed herself.

Taka had paused and watched the jiggling movement of her huge breasts as her arm rose and fell with the squeegee.

Deliberately, Melanie teased him. "What's the matter, am I using the squeegee wrong?"

"Not at all Miss Melanie," he answered, trying to regain his cool, "but maybe I ought to finish the job. I can see there's a lot of straightening up I have to do in the other rooms."

"Here, why don't you show me the right way to squeeze the windows, maybe I can help you get through quicker," Melanie said, taking his strong right hand and folding his fingers over her slender waist. "Work my hand up and down and show me the right way to squeeze. You do it so beautifully, Taka!"

As she touched his hand and felt his manly body brush her robe, she began to sense the same hot, wet, juices flowing from her cuntlips as when she was watching the dildo episode. She knew that she was deliberately provoking Taka by showing her breasts and leaning up against him. Even the bulge in his crotch seemed to be throbbing and getting larger. But watching all the out and out fucking which she had seen last night had made her very hot for a man, any man.

She wanted to see what a real cock felt like, she was sick and tired of this finger stuff. That was for kids. She wanted a big stiff pecker to ram up her cunt, and didn't want to wait another day for her first screw. Being alone with the handsome Taka while her parents were gone was a made to order situation. She felt so wet and funny down there that she instinctively knew that a real cock would be the only thing to relax her sexual yearning. She had never before realized what a handsome fellow Taka, their Japanese butler really was.

She leaned against him for a few moments longer and then asked him, "Taka, why are you so reluctant to let me help you?"

"I don't mind Miss Melanie," Taka said slowly. "But I think you're Mother wouldn't like it if she came back and saw what you were doing."

"Oh, don't worry about that Taka, they're both out for the day. And I'm really so bored. I want to help you," she said, letting her robe fall open even more.

Taka gulped at the sight of lace-trimmed panties and white thigh which met his gaze and said, "Okay Miss Melanie. But I really have got a lot to do in the house and I've got to make one of my classes in psychology at 6p... so we'll have to make it fast!"

Melanie turned towards him, letting her robe fall completely open and shrugged it to the floor. Her breasts were whiter than the satin bra which bulged with them, she was wearing no slip, and her panties were the see-through type. The triangular shadow formed by her thick bush was clearly visible to Taka.

"Miss Melanie," Taka exclaimed, lowering his eyes and looking away, "don't you think you'd better put your robe on? What if somebody should walk in?"

"Why, don't I look good to you?" she asked him coyly, nudging her DD-cup breasts into his chest and glaring down at his now visibly growing crotch-bulge.

"Maybe you look a little too good to me, Melanie," Taka gulped, his eyes on her bush-triangle, shadowing her see-through panties.

"I've got a confession to make Taka, you've always attracted me ever since you started working here. And now I'm grown up enough for both of us to do something about it!" Melanie said.

"Don't forget that I still represent the "Yellow Peril" to a lot of red-blooded Americans. Why if anyone found me fooling around with a white girl, I'd be in real trouble Melanie," Taka told her, still looking away from her enticing body.

Melanie pressed herself more firmly against Taka's strong body, really pressing her lush breasts hard into him.

"Come on Taka, I won't say anything if you feel them. I've got bigger and nicer ones than any girl in the school."

Taka leaned away from her and said, rather sadly, "Please Melanie, don't tease me into something I know will cost me my job!"

Looking down at his tennis shorts, she saw that his big, manly penis was practically rigid and almost perpendicular to his body.

"Why lie to yourself, Mr. Psychology Major? We both know what you'd like to do to me!" and as if by accident she let her hand brush against the hardon straining his tennis shorts.

"I'm going to leave for the day!" said the perspiring Taka. "Please make my excuses to your honorable Mother, but tell her I got sick, or something," and he turned to go.

Melanie sensed that being Oriental and of another race gave Taka an inferiority complex, and made him fearful. She decided to use a little psychology of her own on this aroused, virile young man. She had suddenly wanted to put his prick deep inside her.

"Look Taka," she said in a tone of sweet reasonableness, "you might as well take what I'm giving you on a silver platter. If you don't I'm going to tell my Mother that you raped me while I was asleep - and you know my Mother! Since I'm not even fifteen years old yet, you could say goodbye to your career as a psychologist. There might even be a nice, long jail sentence for statutory rape."

"Come on Melanie," Taka said, "tell me you're only kidding around and let me finish cleaning the damn windows!"

"I mean it, Taka," she said firmly. "If you don't do it to me, I'm going to make trouble. So why don't you unbend and give me a sample of that," as her hand brushed his hardon once again.

"Let me throw the bolt on the door," she said, as she stepped away from her robe on the floor. The bolt slid home with a click.

"Now we have nothing to worry about," she said as she leaned hack on the bed, her hand clutching for the hardon in his tennis shorts. "Is that enormous thing all yours?" she said as her hand closed on it. "It's so big! How could a little Japanese girl take a prick that size?"

His fat 9-inch hardon throbbed and she could feel the prick pulsing in her hand. She shoved her hand under the leg of the shorts, and gasped as she felt the hot head of his prick.

She leaned back on the bed and said, "Please take off your shorts, Taka, I must see it uncovered!"

Taka's golden-yellow skin was bathed in sweat as he watched the voluptuous curves of Melanie as she posed tantalizingly on the bed.

"You're a gorgeous kid," Taka said breathing heavily

Taking the bull by the horns, Melanie leaned forward and squeezed his hardon. With an oath, Taka unzipped his tennis shorts and stepped out of them. Released of all its restraint, his cock jutted forward. It wasn't so tremendously long, about nine inches, but its shaft was as thick as a small salami. He was uncircumcised and his big cockhead was covered by a tight, yellow foreskin. The golden glint of his yellow prick and hairy balls tore the last shred of restraint from Melanie.

"Put that big prick in me, fuck me, Taka, I want you to fuck me with that yellow club!" she cried.

She was surprised at the intensity of her feeling, and she knew there would be no turning back now. Why Taka's cock was ever bigger than the "Mr. Dildo" Blinda had thrust into her Mother's cunt last night. She was glad she was going to have a real cock, instead of a rubber one, for her first fucking. She was so horny she didn't even care about its being yellow.

"God, Melanie," Taka panted as he climbed into the bed beside her, one of her hands still holding on to his prick. He leaned over and gently worked her flimsy panties down over her knees, pulled them off her ankles and then took a deep breath at the sight.

Her thick bush covered her white belly and under the hairy triangle he could see her slit, moist and pink-lipped. He leaned over her legs and his hot lips kissed her inner thighs.

She spread her legs as he kissed and his lips moved up to her bush. He kissed it and felt the crisp hair crackle between his teeth. Then his lips moved down and gently he shoved his tongue between her cuntlips. A shudder went through her body as his hot tongue licked her cuntlips and then began to suck her clit.

Melanie put her hand behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her big beautiful breasts from all restraint. Taka's strong hands were kneading her asscheeks, and he slid them up to her tits. He still kept licking and sucking between her cuntlips as his hands massaged and felt her lush tits.

She sighed "Ah, aaaah, aaah, Taka, that hot tongue of yours is just killing... but don't stop... I've never felt anything quite like this... oooh... oooooh." Grabbing handfuls of his hair, she alternately pressed his face to her cunt, and then finally pulled him away from her wriggling cunt.

"God, Taka, if you keep on, I'll cum, and I don't want to, not that way. I need that yellow cock of yours, in me, in me!" she panted.

Taka reached his tongue down to her cuntlips for one last lick. His red tongue played with her hard erect clit and he put his fingers between her cuntlips, caressing their soft virginal texture. Then one of his fingers found her vaginal hole and as he felt her unbroken cherry, she gasped, "Darling, remember I want you to put your cock in there, don't break it with your fingers.

Her legs thrashed as Taka put his mouth over her cunthole and gently breathed in and out against the membrane of her cherry. "Eeeee, Eeee, ooorgh." she squealed and then choked.

"Stop it, stop it, you'll make me cum with those Oriental tricks!"

She pushed his head away from her pussy, and he rolled on his back for a moment, next to her. He let his huge yellow prick stick up stiffly, throbbing with excitement. Melanie's eyes bulged at Taka's truly tremendous prick.

"I hope you take it easy, Taka," she said, "your prick is so... so thick... and... well, you must have felt my cherry! Please try not to hurt me."

"I didn't even know you were a virgin," Taka said, "that makes the whole thing worse for me if your Mother ever finds out."

"Oh, Taka, you can't stop now! You can't! You've got to fuck me - or I'll talk!"

She grabbed hold of his prick and began to caress his yellow, satiny shaft. She pulled the foreskin down and exposed his reddish-blue cockhead, throbbing and moist with drops of precum at its tip. His shaft was so thick, she could hardly span it with her thumb and forefinger.

Taka's cock was really exceptional, it was even bigger than "Mr. Dildo," the enormous red rubber cock Blinda had thrust up her Mother's cunt last night. She wondered what her Mother would say if she ever got a good look at Taka's gigantic pecker. Maybe if she knew what her butler had between his legs, she would never even bother with that lesbian, Blinda and her crummy rubber dildo. And now she wanted that yellow prick to go into her cunt, to destroy her symbol of girlhood, her cherry!

Taka took his prick from her caressing lingers and rose to his knees, holding his cock in both hands. Melanie lay back on the bedspread and flung her legs apart, exposing her cuntlips, moist, pink and expectant. He moved between her spread legs, still holding his cock. Her big pink nipples on her white breasts were irresistible to him and he leaned over her, gobbling them in his mouth, sucking on each tit in turn. They became stiffly erect as his wet lips nibbled them hungrily.

"Mmmmm, those breasts taste good," Taka moaned. "Never tasted a white girl's breasts before... this is real nice stuff!"

The hot juices oozing from her yearning pussy made her rub her bush and cunt against his balls and cockshaft. Taka began easing his buttocks between her spread legs, one hand still holding his cock, the other playing with her cuntlips, trying to locate her cunthole so he could zero in with his prick.

He found her tight vaginal passage, and began to direct the tip of his cock between her wet, pink lips. He wanted to get the head of his cock positioned just right.

"Now you're going to get what you're been looking for, Melanie!" he exclaimed.

She felt him let go of the thick shaft after he edged the hot tip of it low-down in her cunt. The throbbing cockhead was quickly covered with a lubricant of her cuntjuice. She squealed as she felt the head actually begin to slide into her pussy.

"Oh God," she exclaimed, "It's like a red-hot iron club," and then with a squealing "Eeeee... eee." she welcomed the first two inches of his cock in her cunt.

Taka paused as he felt the taut membrane of her cherry against the tip of his prick. Her hips wriggled in frenzy, but he, his cock, was the controlling factor. In a flash, the Japanese youth decided that it would be more merciful to break her cherry as quickly as possible, with one determined thrust of his cock.

"Break it already... break my cherry... ooooh.. what are you waiting for Taka... shove it up there!" she wailed.

Taka was beginning his thrust even as she begged him to rupture her maidenhead. Taking his hand from the shaft of his cock, Taka thrust forward convulsively with his loins and rammed his cock up her cunt just as far as it would go.

"Wow... oh... oh... oh," she moaned as the feel of his thick cock registered all along her pussy, her cherry ruptured by his massive organ. It hurt a little, especially where her membrane was torn, but not as much as she thought it would, and there was this warm, glowing feeling that began to emanate from her cunt as it felt his hot cock soaking in it. It was making her pussy feel real good. Yes, cock was meant for pussy she decided as she began to wriggle her cunt on his big cock.

He pulled his shaft out somewhat as he felt her cunt-movement and then lunged in again, shoving his cockhead practically into her womb. And then he pulled out again and began fucking her with a regular, pounding rhythm.

"First white cunt! First white cunt!" she heard Taka groan with every thrust into her pussy.

The pain was all gone now. All she felt was the rush of glorious feeling through her cunt, up through her body as his cock rammed into her.

"Fuck me, Taka! Fuck me as hard as you can! That cock of yours feels so good! Fuck... Fuck... she gasped as her hips writhed on his monstrous prick.

She began to get that tickling feeling she knew from masturbating. "I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum in a minute, shove your whole big prick up me," she pleaded.

"I'm going to cum too, Melanie," he groaned. "What a load of Jap scum your going to have up that pussy, baby! You'll always want you're hump Japanese style after this...

He was shoving his cock in so deep that she could feel his balls slapping against her cuntlips. She wondered how that big yellow prick could get into her so deep - she was still practically a virgin. And here her pussy was taking what was surely one of the biggest pricks in the city without a bit of trouble.

"Give me all that yellow cock," Melanie squealed, "I'm going to cum and second! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Taka!"

Taka felt a convulsive shudder starting in the depths of his balls and he knew that his scum would be shooting up her pussy. He thrust his cock into her with all the force his muscular buttocks could muster. "You made me cum," she began wailing, "It's cumming, I'm cumming!" Her whole being shuddered and twitched with the intensity of her orgasm. Her cunt was writhing like a living thing.

She shrieked again as she felt the first hot, spurting jets of his scum shoot into her cunt. His sock throbbed, jerked and shot a veritable deluge of hot semen into her pussy.

"Your hot scum is good... so good. Taka, more. Give me more... more!" she moaned, lost in the senseless ecstasy of her first orgasm by a real male cock.

His cock was still quivering with minute jerks as he drew it gently out of her cunt. Finally it was completely out, and there was a soft plopping sound, as her cuntlips finally released the head of the enormous prick. She lay back and felt the mixture of warm cum and cuntjuice dribble out of her pussy, now that his cock wasn't there to hold it back. Taka lay beside her, breathing heavily. His handsome, Oriental face was calm and inscrutable.

"Thank you, Taka, Melanie said. "That was the most wonderful experience of my life!

She kissed his lips gently. "I wouldn't have told anyone on you if you didn't do it, but I'm so glad you did!"

"I'll be happy to oblige you anytime, Miss Melanie," Taka smiled. "It's really been quite something!"

"I think we better get dressed now," Melanie said, "there's no sense taking foolish chances, now."

She dressed carefully, she wasn't going to give her parents the slightest clue by appearance or speech that their darling daughter was no longer a virgin. And by virtue of their own Japanese butler.

Taka had pulled on his tennis shorts, and had calmly gone back to cleaning the windows in the apartment. It was certainly handy to have a cock like his available around the place. It was little things like this that gave a place a real homey atmosphere.

Melanie smiled at what her Mother was passing up in preference to Blinda's red "Mr. Dildo."

Although Melanie spent the rest of the week at the Fifth Avenue apartment, and although Taka was there every day, either her Mother or father was always there. She wasn't alone again for a minute, and she wondered if her Mother somehow suspected that Taka had fucked her that one morning she was alone with him. Now that she had experienced his cock, she was really anxious to have more of the same. And, if for some reason it couldn't be Taka and his big yellow prick, she was sure she would find plenty of other cock-pushers eager to soothe her itching pussy.

"You'll have to go back to Greystone, Melanie darling," her Mother announced to her. "I really think it's best for you to finish your education right now. Then when you're through with Greystone, we'll be able to discuss your future intelligently. Maybe I WILL be able to use you as my secretary-companion.

Going back to the Greystone Finishing School plunged Melanie into the depths of depression. She hated those snobbish, teasing kids and now they'd be worse then ever. And she hated to think of what she'd have to put up with from Eva who was the ringleader and the worst of the lot Melanie no longer had the will or desire to fight back. What little she'd glimpsed of her parents' behavior at the apartment made her think that maybe the judgment of the gossip columnist about her Mother was right. Maybe both her parents were just a dissolute, immoral couple of alcoholics who were just no good.

As she took the taxi from the train to Greystone, Melanie wondered what changes there might be. Probably none. A week isn't a very long time, and that was all she had really been gone.

Mrs. Pringle, who was in charge of her dormitory, gave her a warm greeting upon her return.

"I didn't mean to cause you any worry or trouble, Mrs. Pringle," Melanie said. "But things got so complicated around here that I simply felt I wanted to be with my Mother for awhile."

"I quite understand," Mrs. Pringle, a kindly soul, said. "I think the girls were sort of giving you a hazing - probably because you're the famous Darla Diamond's daughter and they're more than a little jealous. They won't admit it, but I think that's what's at the bottom of the whole situation. Anyway, I had a talk with the girls on your floor after you left. I really think you'll find a different atmosphere prevails now.

Mrs. Pringle's little talk made Melanie feel much better. If jealousy was the cause of this hostile attitude towards her, she could probably fix things up. She was debating ways and means of achieving this purpose, when a soft knocking on the door told her someone was coming to see her.

"Who's there?" she asked, wondering who on earth it could be.

"It's me, Eva," a girlish voice told her through the door. "I'd like to see you for a few minutes. Okay?"

"Come on in," Melanie said, "I never carry any hard feelings toward anyone."

Eva came in and made herself comfortable on the bed without any fuss or fanfare.

"I want you to know that I'm sorry I was so mean to you last week. The girls are apologizing for their behavior as well. I just didn't realize you were so sensitive."

Melanie smiled at her former torturer.

"Of course I accept your apology - but maybe I owe your gang an apology too. I guess my knowledge of Europe and traveling made all the kids think I was putting them on... you know, high-hatting them. But the way I feel now, I'd just like to forget the whole incident."

"Good. All of the girls are very sorry it ever happened and are taking this way to set things right. By the way, we are all getting together in my room tonight for a meeting. We'd be glad to have you come.

"I'll be glad to," Melanie said. "You'll see me there."

When Eva left the room, Melanie felt quite elated. Apparently she was on her way back to school sociability. Also, she had always been very curious about these late hour sessions and meetings that Eva always pulled at her place. Tonight's meeting would be a golden opportunity for her to satisfy her curiosity.

After "lights out" that night, Melanie stole away to the cosines of Eva's room and the awaited events. All the girls were sitting on the floor in a sort of semi-circle and the only light was coming from a few flickering candles on the floor. The girls were talking in low whispers. Mrs. Pringle could be very strict with them if they stayed up after "lights out."

Oddly enough none of the girls spoke to Melanie about her week in New York, and she was surprised at the change in their attitude. They seemed so much friendlier and were apparently accepting her as "one of the gang." Melanie put it down to the fact that they all followed Eva's lead, and Eva was now being especially nice to her. Melanie didn't understand Eva's changed attitude any too well, but was happy about it

The girls began talking about their little escapades that they indulged in on Saturdays in town.

"C'mon, Eva," they chorused, "give us the latest on that swinging boyfriend of yours, Ralph!"

"Well," Eva related to the hushed group, "I met him at the diner as usual, but this time we just didn't finish off with ice cream sodas. He took me to visit one of his buddies, a real bachelor pad, where the other couples were all drinking gin and rum."

At this disclosure, some surprised "Oh's" came from the attentive girls who were drinking in every detail as Eva spoke.

"Ralphie boy was trying to show off in front of his friends," she continued. "Would you believe it, after one drink he tried to pull my panties down and do you know what to me right on the couch, with his friends there and everything. I was never so shocked in my life!"

"Quit your kidding, Eva!" one of the girls said. "You've told us about some pretty hot sessions between you and Ralph before. How come you're getting so 'shocked' all of a sudden?"

"Don't be stupid," Eva retorted, "It's very different when a fellow pulls your panties down in the back seat of a car, and when he tries to do the same thing in a living room with other couples staring straight at you!"

"Just how far does Ralph go with you in the car?" Melanie asked Eva, curious to find out just how sophisticated her classmates were about sex and males in general.

"Well, I let him do the usual," Eva answered enigmatically. Apparently Melanie wasn't going to be given too many details in front of the other girls... could it be that her classmates had experimented the same way as she had with male cocks - that Eva and some of the others had sacrificed their maidenheads just as she had with the giant-cocked Japanese butler, Taka? She would have liked to have asked some more pointed questions about her classmates' cherries, or lack of them. She held her tongue, however. She was just now being given acceptance by the girls and didn't want to antagonize them. The clues would come.

"You'll never guess what Frank did to me right in the balcony of the movies!" another of the girls said. "The fresh thing put his hand under my dress, and I wasn't even wearing any panties that day," she winked and continued. "I don't know who got more of a surprise when he got his fingers all wet, but let me tell you girls - until you've felt just a boy's fingers down there, you just haven't lived! What a sensation! So different from those do it yourself jobs!" and she winked again.

"You mean you let him make you cum right in the balcony?" another girl asked.

"When you have a good orgasm, it doesn't matter where you are!" Eva told the group in a superior way. "But it's better not to let a boy fiddle around between your legs where someone is apt to see and snitch on you."

Acting as the group leader, which she really was, questioned another girl, Susan.

"What's with you and that horse-hung Eddie of yours," she asked bluntly.

Susan answered the question with a question of her own. "Do you suppose those birth control pills you gave me, Eva, really do the trick?"

"Of course, stupid," Eva said. "But you've got to make sure you take them before you let a boy do anything. Afterwards doesn't work!"

"Then I hope I don't get into any trouble," Susan said worriedly. "Eddie sort of... well, he did something in the car Saturday that really took me by surprise. His stuff was dripping out for hours after." Susan bit her lips and then said, "I just hope nothing happens. I gulped down three of those pills, but if I'm knocked up, my father will do something terrible. I'm really afraid."

"I warned you to take those pills before if you thought there was a chance Eddie would break your cherry! Well, don't worry about it now until you miss your period - if you do," Eva said sternly.

This was all very interesting to Melanie. Apparently there was a lot more sex going on than she had dreamed of among the girls, and Eva was the leader and teacher there too! Melanie wondered if there was a cherry in the whole group of girls. Apparently what she had done with Taka, letting him break her maidenhead, was not such a unique experience with girls of her age. They were all curious and sex-hungry and in spite of all the moralizing by parents, when the time came they just went and got themselves fucked. And maybe that was just the way things should be in this modern day and age. You couldn't start to live too soon, and fucking was very definitely a most enjoyable, thrilling part of life.

The girls' talk session gradually petered out until Melanie was alone with Eva in her room.

"If you're sleepy, Eva, I'll go," Melanie said. "But it would be nice if we could talk."

"Stick around, I want to talk to you too, Melanie," Eva answered. "How was your little vacation? Anything interesting turn up?"

Melanie wished she could tell Eva how Taka's most interesting cock had turned up, and all the other thrilling details of her first hump session, but for some reason she felt this wasn't the right time and kept quiet.

"Well, if it was such a bore, I've got something here in one of my scrapbooks that might give you a jolt," Eva said. Seeing Melanie's concerned look, she added, "Oh, it's none of that gossip shit about your Mother... this stuff is something else again! I cut these things out from one of those new grunge sex newspapers they're putting out all over - you can actually buy these from the newsdealer in town."

She pointed to what seemed like a poem in one of the scrapbooks and Melanie blushed furiously in spite of herself. It WAS a poem, but the filthiest thing she had ever seen in print in her whole like! Then Eva topped the shock of the poem by turning to pictures cut out from the same type of newspapers. Melanie gulped in surprise at what they showed. There was a handsome college boy with grunge-style sideburns, and a lovely college girl with long hair - both were completely nude, and the girl had the boy's prick in her mouth!

"Look at her sucking that cock!" Eva snickered. "I wonder how she was even able to get the head of a prick that big in her mouth?"

"It is a big one, isn't it!" Melanie exclaimed involuntarily. The girl was kneeling in front of the boy and his rigid, enormous cock was half in her mouth. His prick was so big that Melanie was sure the head was practically down the girl's throat. How could her expression be so blissfully happy? That gigantic prick must surely be choking her! And here she thought that Taka was king of cocks! Apparently there were white boys who were even more generously endowed by nature... to make things even more realistic, a little dribble of white cum was running down the side of the girl's mouth. It was supposed to show that the boy had just shot his load down her throat!

Eva nudged her, "Like that sort of thing?" And turning the pages, she said, "What about these cuties?"

There were pictures of grunge-type youths having a cock measuring contest, and all of their peckers were so huge that Melanie thought they must surely be retouched.

"Oh, they're the real thing all right," Eva said, seeming to read her thoughts. "Ever had one that size up yours?" she asked Melanie bluntly.

"Just about," Melanie smiled lackadaisically.

"Well, my boyfriends have been midgets compared to these fellows!" Eva grinned, letting Melanie know that she too was no longer cherry and that they were both women of the world.

"Gee, I wish I could meet a boy with one this size," Eva added a little wistfully as she turned the pages.

"Wow, look at that!" exclaimed Melanie at another picture. The photo showed the same nude boy and girl who was sucking him in the previous picture. This time the girl was also kneeling, but facing away from the boy. The youth's terrific cock was rigid and three-quarters of it was buried not in the girl's pussy, but in her ass!

"Would you say that he's giving her a pain in the ass?" Eva wisecracked.

Melanie wondered how they could induce the girl and boy to let them take a picture like that. Weren't they afraid that someone would recognize them later on and perhaps ruin their lives? But the boy actually had a cock bigger than Taka... and she found herself wishing she knew him, could get him to fuck her with that sensational prick!

"I'd like to have a boyfriend with a prick like that," Eva breathed in her ear. "Can you imagine how one like that must feel once it's all the way up?"

"It's funny the way a girl's pussy can stretch even to take a super-cock like that," Melanie mused, "but I just don't see taking something like that up my rear end!"

"You will, you will," Eva said excitedly. "That is if you like the guy enough and he wants it that way once in awhile... if I had a boyfriend with a prick like that, I'd suck him, let him put it up my ass - anything! I have a weakness for big cocks," she confided.

Melanie looked at more pictures. How on earth did they get four girls to suck a man's cock, his balls, his ass, and one to spread her pussy on his mouth? Some of the poses were simply fantastic. And the one of the two youths, one of whom had his stiff penis up the younger one's ass... she had read about homosexuals, but she had never known how men did it to each other before.

"I know how every girl on this floor lost her cherry," Eva said. "How did it happen to you anyway?"

Melanie figured that she would probably get Eva to tell her about her first cock, so she saw no harm in telling her all about Taka.

"If he's got a cock as big as you say he has, I'd certainly like to meet him sometime He sounds real groovy, even though he is a Japanese!" Eva commented "Tell me," she added, "is their cum colored yellow, or is it like everyone else's? I'm serious!"

"It's white and slippery just like other boys' you idiot - maybe there's more of it though, or maybe it's just that white girls stimulate Japanese balls more than a Japanese girl would," Melanie said.

"Wow, just imagine if you ever got knocked up by your butler. Can you imagine what your Mother, the great Darla Diamond, would say if her only daughter presented her with a bastard that was half Japanese?"

Somehow people always gave Darla Diamond the play. Even in conversation her father was insignificant.

"That would really give her a jolt - you'll have to tell me all about those birth control pills and just how to use them from now on," Melanie said, smiling.

"No problem," Eva told her. "I'll let you have some of mine."

Melanie resumed looking through the rest of the pictures. They certainly were something different, and she could feel that some of them were giving her that wet feeling between her cuntlips, that she was getting hot...

She was looking at this picture that showed three women. One of the women was flat on her back, her legs spread wide apart. The second woman was kneeling over her head, her legs apart and her cuntlips were being sucked by the woman on the bed. The third woman had a rubber prick harnessed to her and had thrust it into the first woman's cunt! Shades of "Mr. Dildo," Blinda and her Mother!

"What a ball that gal must be having," Eva commented. "I wonder what it's like to get frigged by a girl and cunt lap a girl at the same time!"

As Melanie thought about how Blinda had used "Mr. Dildo" on her Mother's pussy and how her Mother had cum, she felt her own juices practically dripping down her legs. Her clit had that same tickling feeling she had as she watched her father's cock going in and out of Sheila's blonde cunt. She tried to adjust some of her short nightdress so that the hem would be between her legs and absorb some of her pussy-juice.

Eva noticed her flushed face, the slight trembling of her hands as she looked at a picture showing a close-up of a prick completely in a bushy cunt - just that and nothing else. Her eye also caught Melanie's wriggling cuntlips with the hem of her short nightdress between them.

"Melanie, I'd like to show you how to relax - you look a little uptight to me. Okay?" Eva asked. "Take the scrapbooks with you and just lie back on the bed."

Melanie did just that, and wasn't surprised when Eva relaxed on the bed beside her. She WAS surprised, though, at Eva's next move. Eva had taken something that looked like a garterbelt from under the pillow, and looking closer, Melanie saw that the harness was really another "Mr. Dildo." If anything, Eva's dildo was even longer and thicker than "Mr. Dildo," but made out of the same red rubber, balls and all.

"What's that thing anyway?" Melanie asked, pretending she had never before seen an artificial prick.

"That's the floor dildo," Eva laughed. "The girls find it the greatest little relaxer ever. Wanna be tranquilized?"

Melanie couldn't believe the size of the rubber prick, even though Eva was dangling it in front of her face. Eva must feel pretty sure of herself, she thought, as she watched her nonchalantly pour some white, slippery hand lotion into the balls part of the dildo and rub some on the shaft and head of the prick as well.

Although Melanie knew she was all tensed up and hot in the cunt from looking at those grunge sex pictures, she was afraid of the size of the huge rubber prick. Then, what sort of situation was she getting into with Eva? This was a girl who seemed to detest her only a short while ago.

In the meantime, Eva had pulled up her nightgown, exposing the biggest, blackest bush Melanie had ever seen and strapped on the dildo. The cock and balls hung between her legs just like a man's. This done, Eva began to cuddle up to Melanie.

"Just feel this dildo," she urged Melanie. "It really feels like a big cock, look how natural the head looks. Was the Jap butler's cock bigger then this? Because if it wasn't, you'll be surprised how good THIS prick will make your pussy feel."

As Eva spoke, softly and soothingly, her hand went to Melanie's bush and gently caressed her pubic hair. Her other hand lifted the short nightgown and tucked it under Melanie's chin, exposing her lush tits. Her fingers softly slid around the nipples of Melanie's breasts, and as the nipples got stiffer and stiffer, Melanie just cast away all restraint.

"Squeeze my tits more," she breathed, "your touch is like velvet fire on them. Mmmmmm. Is the door closed? What if one of the other girls comes back?"

"Don't worry about a thing, Melanie dear," Eva said. "You aren't going to need any pills after this... and it's so much more relaxing in so many ways than a rough man's cock."

This was just like her Mother and Blinda. Maybe that was why it all felt so right for her as Eva massaged her breasts and then gently parted her moist cuntlips with her fingers. She began to feel a surge of emotion, even affection towards Eva that she had only felt towards her Mother before. If this was Lesbianism, than it wasn't so bad! She gasped with a pleasurable thrill as Eva's delicate fingers played with her hardening clit. She wanted Eva in her now more than she had ever wanted Taka.

Eva kissed her and it was as soft and tender as one of her Mother's kisses. Then Eva started to soul kiss her and her hips began to churn. She wanted Eva, wanted Eva to possess her, be in her... Eva now leaned over her torso and she felt the rubber cock rolling on her navel.

"Do you want it in you?" Eva panted. "I want to put it in you, Melanie dear. I am going to fuck you!"

Melanie only moaned and put her arms around Eva, mashing Eva's luscious tits against her own, nipple to nipple. It felt heavenly and seemed to set her afire with arousal. She pulled her rolled-up gown over her head, threw it on the floor, and embraced Eva again. Her belly was quivering with obscene desire for Eva. She knew she had reached a point of no return. She was ready to let Eva do anything to her... she would even let her shove that dildo up her ass if she wanted.

Eva began to play anew with her cunt, parting the pink wet lips gently and sending sharp thrills of passion through Melanie's hard clit.

"Be careful, Eva - don't make me cum now!" Melanie pleaded as her cunt began to writhe and her hips worked up and down to the other girl's fingering.

"Don't worry. Here, feel my cock awhile!" Eva panted as she guided one of Melanie's hands to the slippery rubber prick and the other to her own cunt, positioning Melanie's finger on her clit. "Now jerk my cock awhile, and give me a little action on my cunt!" she commanded.

As Melanie complied and circled the cock with her fingers and stroked Eva's clit, she could feel her cunt beginning to ooze with juice. Eva's body trembled and she practically screamed as she said, "I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you, you stuck-up bitch!"

"I want you in me, Eva. Yes, yes fuck me mamma!" Melanie wailed as she spread her legs further apart so that the big rubber prick could find her vaginal hole. As she saw Eva kneeling and readying the big cock to penetrate her cuntlips, a shudder of fear ran through her. That rubber cock was twice as thick as Taka's prick. She was afraid it would hurt her. Maybe it would rupture her delicate vaginal tissues, maybe it would enlarge her cunt to a freakish size forever. She would be unable to be fucked by a man.

Eva leaned closer to her until they were tit to tit again, nipples rubbing with passionate sensation, female breast mashing female breast. Melanie could feel the lubricated rubber prick against the satiny skin of her inner thighs as it inched towards her cunt. Then as Eva moved her hips up, she felt the head of the rubber prick smoothly part her cuntlips.

"I'm in you, I'm in your cunt!" she heard Eva yell as the cock began forcing its way between her vaginal walls. She could feel its huge size stretching her pussy, and felt a twinge of pain as it passed the part of her cunthole where her cherry had been. Then Eva thrust sharply and the dildo rammed all the way up her pussy. It was so big it felt as if the head was right up her very womb.

"My god, Eva," she almost screamed, "you've got that long cock right in my belly... but I love it... break me in, Momma... fuck me, Momma!" she pleaded.

Eva put her hands under Melanie's asscheeks and thrust even more deeply into her strained cunt. She began to fuck her with a slow steady rhythm that Melanie responded to with wriggling hips and flailing legs, just as if the big-cocked Jap, Taka, were screwing her. Every time the rubber prick rammed home, Melanie gasped and rolled her eyes as she thrilled to its brutal pleasure. She actually would have screamed with every thrust, so intense was the pleasure; but somewhere in the back of her jumbled senses she realized they were in the school's dormitory.

When Eva, unsure as to whether she was hurting her, paused in her fucking, Melanie grabbed her asscheeks and made her resume the rhythmic ramming of her pussy. She felt her orgasm beginning to build up, deep in her belly... it was even better than when Taka had been screwing her. She spread her legs as far apart as possible, riding her cunt up on the dildo so that the rubber balls slapped against her cuntlips with each thrust of the cock.

"Are you cumming yet, baby," Eva panted as she kept frigging the dildo into her cunt. "Are you cumming - because I'm going to cum soon!"

"God, that cock's ripping into my belly!" Melanie walled. "Oh, you're starting to make me cum. I'm going to cum... keep fucking me... I'm going to cum!"

Eva thrust her tongue into Melanie's mouth, moaning incoherently as she fucked her. They were lost in a thrashing, violent emotional frenzy which could only be eased and ended by the orgasms which were beginning to break like thunderstorms.

They were in their own world of ecstasy. Melanie seemed to see the dildo around the naked, voluptuous body of her Mother. Darla Diamond was fucking her, giving her the ecstatic thrill of this huge cock in her belly. Her loving mommy was taking good care of her in every way!

"Fuck me, Momma!" she gasped again. "Fuck me and make me cum! Don't ever fuck Blinda again... just fuck me... only me!"

All unknown to the two frigging female figures entwined on the bed, there was an illicit eavesdropper to their illicit fucking. It was none other than Dr. Forbes, the middle-aged, balding psychology professor at the school. Coming back late from town he had noticed the peculiar flickering light coming from the first floor window of the dormitory. A precise, careful man, he thought it might be a fire and went up to the first floor to investigate. Seeing the same flickering light coming from under the crack of Eva's door, he realized that it was only candlelight and turned to leave. But then he heard Melanie's urgent pleas to Eva to fuck her... he could scarcely control his hardon as he glued his ear to the door to get more of those juicy goings-on.

As a professor of psychology, he knew exactly what was happening. Just as in a prison, homosexual outlets were common, so in a girls' boarding school lesbian attachments were frequent. And this was a lesbian deal where the two cuties were really going at it hot and heavy. As he thought of the two young girls, so starved for cock that they were frigging with a dildo, he slowly unzipped his pants and let his big hardon pop free. As he listened to the squishing sound the dildo was making and the frantic words of the girls, he put his hand around his cock after spitting in his palm. Then he proceeded to masturbate, imagining his fist to be one of the juicy young cunts fucking away just beyond the door. His jerking off kept time to the thrusting.

"Fuck me, Momma! Fuck me! Fuck me!" came through the door with greater urgency.

Then with a high wail, "I'm cumming! It's shooting in me! It's making me cum! It's making me cum!"

Melanie's pussy began the culminating twitching of orgasm as Eva pressed the balls of the dildo, filling Melanie's cunt with the white, slippery hand lotion.

"I'm cumming too, baby!" Eva panted. "I'm cumming and am going to blow my load right now! Shooting it right in you!" She thrust the dildo into Melanie's cunt in a series of convulsive jerks and then slumped down on Melanie's convulsing body as her own orgasm died down. They rolled apart after a few minutes.

"I really do feel relaxed," Melanie whispered. "You do it just as good as any man, Eva dear!" Then as she wiped at the white, cum-like lotion oozing from her cuntlips, she added smiling, "And you make my pussy just as messy too!" Outside the door, the psychology professor, Mr. Forbes, had just become pretty messy too as he shot hot cum into his hand. Quickly wiping himself, he headed for the entrance of the dormitory. Being spotted now would do him no good, and he had recognized Melanie's and Eva's voices.

"Didn't I tell you this would relax you," Eva was saying as Melanie was putting on her short gown. "You can get a better hump with this than with any of the boys - and you don't have to worry afterwards."

"You were simply wonderful, Eva, I think you're right! This IS better than doing it with live cocks!"

"You puzzle me though! You called me 'Momma' when you came," Eva remarked.

"So I've got a Mother fixation!" Melanie said. So what!"

In bed in her room, Melanie knew very well why she had cried out "Momma" as she was being fucked and as she was cumming. Now she remembered that she had cried out like that when Taka had fucked her as well. Even when she used to masturbate, and that was only a short week ago, she always cried out "Momma" in her ecstasy. It was her Mother who represented warmth, strength and loving to her. A woman would always mean more to her than a man, she supposed. Yet, she liked male cock, too - was she one of those AC-DC people she had read about who were equally open to male or female fucking? Well, time would tell... too much was happening right now for her to be able to come to any definite conclusions.

She was finding both artificial and real pricks very pleasant indeed!

Melanie was bored in school during the next several days. After the fantastic excitement of that night in bed with Eva, everything else that had happened in Greystone was pale by comparison. She kept wondering when she and Eva would get together again. She was hoping when Eva approached her that she was going to make some suggestions for them to spend time with each other that weekend. But Eva rather surprised her with an entirely different kind of proposal.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" Eva asked her.

"Why nothing special. I thought we might sort of have a second helping, if you know what I mean," Melanie answered.

"Well, this guy Ralph I've been going around with is throwing a party at his place this weekend and you and I are going to be guests."

"What do you mean by 'party'?" Melanie asked. "What really gives?"

Eva looked at Melanie and smiled. "I don't think you'll be bored, if that's what you're afraid of. From the little that Ralph told me, everyone should have a very interesting time indeed."

"I'll go if you're going, but what about an escort for me? I don't want to be the odd girl out at the party," Melanie said.

"Let that be the least of your problems Ralphie boy said he'd have a date for you and his word is pretty good."

"Well, if you say so."

Melanie really didn't care for the setup. It all sounded like a hit or miss, last minute thing and besides she had always had lousy luck on blind dates.

"Don't sound like such a party-pooper already. You'll really have a great time, you'll see," Eva said.

But Melanie still felt kind of pessimistic about the forthcoming party. After all, what could these cornball boys think up which could thrill a girl like herself, who'd already lived it up a bit. She'd also seen how sophisticated people carried on. These boys probably figured that a stop at some local bar and parking in lovers' lane was a real hot time. But, Eva was trying to be her friend, and was actually more than a friend by now, so she decided to come along for the ride.

Just before the party, Eva was getting all keyed up about it.

"You know something?" she confided to Melanie. "Ralph and I have frigged around and done everything in all the positions we could both think of, or find in books. If he says we'll see some new wrinkle, you can bet we're in for a pretty far out time!"

"Sounds good and that's the way I hope it turns out," Melanie said, but privately she still had her doubts. She had a rather mild curiosity about what Ralph and the boy he would get as her date looked like. She hoped he'd be a real manly type, and white, this time. There was something about her own reactions to the male sex - specifically the male cock, which she wanted to test out.

In class the next day, she found herself getting quite interested in a talk that Professor Forbes was giving the girls. She liked Professor Forbes. He was a rather strong, well-built, middle-aged man. He seemed to be about the same age as her father, but he was a positive, strong-willed character - the exact opposite of the negative type her father was.

The gist of Professor Forbes' material seemed to be that boys were more attached to their mothers and that girls were more attached to their fathers. This attachment or love seemed to shape one's future, according to the professor.

"Wow!" Melanie thought. "Dr. Forbes ought to get a load of my father. Maybe he'd understand why I break the rule and am more strongly attached to my Mother. Now I'm really worried. Does this mean I'm a lesbian? Or that I'll become one? I know I like to do it better with girls than with boys. So am I a pervert, or will all this change?"

All these thoughts were running through her mind while Professor Forbes was droning on about psychology. She giggled to herself as she noticed that the zipper on his fly was partially open. He had evidently urinated just before class and had been in such a rush he hadn't zipped himself up completely. Talk about the absent-minded professor!

Now the hour was coming to a close and Professor Forbes was telling them to remember that love and sex were the strongest factors in life. Making a choice between real love and just sex was very important for the individual in growth, male or female. This made Melanie wonder about herself anew. There were only two people in the world right now for her. She knew she really loved her Mother and Eva was someone she felt very close to, maybe loved. Men so far just represented sex to her - a fast thrill, but her affections were bound up with the women in her life. She knew she could get along pretty well without men, but if anything ever happened to Darla Diamond, she would be completely lost.

Eva said to Melanie after class, "I wish the professor could get a load of my Ralphie getting a hardon. He'd learn about 'personal growth' in a hurry!" she giggled.

Melanie said, "All this talk about love and sex is getting me all wound up about our party this weekend. I hope these guys won't be a bunch of deadheads. I'm looking forward to a little excitement for a change and I'm ready for anything."

"I wonder what the Professor would say about your liking your Mother so much better than your father," Eva said as they walked into her dorm room. "Do you suppose he'd want to 'psyche' you if he found out that you practically screamed 'Momma' when you came?"

"Say did you notice that his fly was half open when he was talking to the girls? Do you think he's trying to impress us with his sex appeal?" Melanie giggled.

"How about looking at your scrapbooks again - you know - the ones with those horny pictures. I never did get to see them all."

"Sure," Eva said, and they started leafing through the books. Both Eva and Melanie looked at the pictures closely, pausing over some longer than others, their eyes glistening with interest.

"How on earth do these lovers manage to get into some of those complicated screwing positions? Like this girl here who's practically standing on her head, while her boyfriend has her legs apart and is shoving in his big prick," Melanie commented with wonder.

"And will you get a load of the size of the peckers in this 'group hump'! Some of them even look bigger than the rubber dildo we've got!" Eva said.

"I'd sure like to meet some boys with cocks that size," sighed Melanie. "Cocks like that must give you a real tickle in your cunny, if they can get up there without hurting you."

"You'd be surprised how stretchable your pussy really is," Eva laughed. "You never really know until you try."

"Do you suppose Ralph or any of those boys we'll be going out with will have cocks as big as these?" Melanie asked.

"Well, why don't you wait and judge for yourself?" Eva smiled. "All I can say is that Ralph and his friends have been around and none of the girls I know who've gone out with that bunch have ever complained about small peckers."

"Maybe the dicks on those boys in the pictures have been retouched to make them look bigger," Melanie mused. "Or maybe they took some pictures of bull pricks and put them on the photos of the boys."

"Well, let's hope that if we meet up with any cocks as big as those that our cunnies will be able to screw them and milk them dry," Eva joked.

Melanie smiled and thought how nice it was to have Eva for her friend now. Apparently having let Eva frig her with the dildo had let the bars down and given them a degree of closeness