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" Grown Up "
By Orestes
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 From the second it flew out of my mouth, I knew I shouldn't have
said it.
" Maybe I would have enjoyed sex with boys, if I'd only had the
chance..."
The words hung in the air like a slow pitch, just waiting for Carrie
to bat them back at me. It knew instantly that I had gone too far.
The argument wasn't even that important. I'd been working at the
local health clinic for over five years now. I don't know how I ended
up defending myself to Carrie on this day.
I think it's because she always made light of my job. Nothing I do
is ever good enough for her. I consider it important work, and the
community's parents have supported me completely. When I first came to
the public health clinic, their efforts in promoting safe sex practices
were non-existent. I was the one who fought for additional funding, and
brought in the federal money to support us. My concept was simple;
target our efforts to the girls of the community. If we could get them
to behave responsibly, the boys would be forced to go along with it.
The program was becoming a great success. Other communities were
looking at our program as a model of the right way to fight STD's and
unplanned pregnancies. Despite all of this, Carrie was unimpressed. She
often told me how pointless she thought it was to try to educate the
girls.
I wanted her approval so badly.
" I'll tell you, Maya, " she started in on me, " if the parents of
those girls are letting them go out and fool around, they deserve
exactly what they get. "
She could be so conservative sometimes. I was already on the
defensive.
" That's not fair. There are a lot of pressures on a young girl
these days. You can't blame the parents for it... really, you shouldn't
be blaming anyone. It a confusing time. "
" Don't make excuses for them, dear. I place the blame squarely
where it belongs. You spend all of your time kissing up to the parents
in this community. Meanwhile, they're causing the problem by allowing
their daughters to wear tight clothes, stay out late, and begin dating
too young. "
" Sex really isn't the issue here, Carrie. The issue is SAFE SEX.
Young people are going to experiment with sex. I think we have to
accept that it's going to happen to some extent. The real goal is to
educate these girls about safe sex practices. "
Carrie shook her head, a slight smile creeping onto her face. She
knew that she was getting my goat. This was my job, damn it. I know a
thing or two about it. She couldn't even let me have that.
It makes me so mad when she talks down to me, like she knows
everything.
" Poor na ve Maya, I just don't think you understand. You can talk
to these girls until you're blue in the face, but you know exactly how
it will end up. They'll be back in your office, weepy eyes, and
pregnant. Then they'll crawl straight back to their permissive mothers,
who allowed it to happen in the first place. Any girl who's fooling
around with the boys, well... I hate to use the word, but it's
appropriate... she's a S-L-U-T. Experimentation is no excuse. No girl
should be out experimenting with boys. "
I was getting really flustered at this point. When I'm dealing with
co-workers, or teachers, or parents, I'm always so confident in my
opinion that I wouldn't let myself get emotional. Something about the
way Carrie talked to me always made me feel like I was six inches tall.
The part that really bothered me was that, on some level, she was
right. I wasn't going to admit it to her, but I was constantly
frustrated by girls who, no matter how much I talked to them, ended up
pregnant and bawling their eyes out in my office.
" Maybe some girls do need to experiment a little bit. There's a lot
of curiosity at that age, " my voice caught a bit at this point. I knew
that I was getting a bit emotional, but I just couldn't stop myself. "
I know that I liked the attention that boys gave me during high school.
It was kind of exciting. Until I moved in with you, I even had a crush
on one of them. But you stopped all that, didn't you ? Maybe I would
have enjoyed sex with boys, if I'd only had the chance..."
That's where the argument ended. I can only push things so far with
Carrie, and I knew I'd stepped over the line.
She was giving me this look. It was the same look she always gives
me when I'm in deep trouble with her.
I don't know how she still does it. I'm in my mid twenties now. I
have a successful career. The staff at the clinic looks up to me. Yet,
with a single look, Carrie can make me want to cry like a little girl.
" I'm sorry..." I started.
" The hell you are, young lady. You mean every word of it, don't you
Maya ? You think that I was too strict with you as a teenager. You wish
you could have fooled around with some of the boys. "
" No... I..."
I should explain some things. Carrie isn't my mother. Not quite.
Some people do make that mistake. She's my lover.
When I was around ten, my mother left the family. My father couldn't
handle the responsibility, and so he gave me up for foster care. I
bounced through a dozen foster homes through my early teens, but I
never quite fit in. I guess I just missed my mom too much.
One day, I landed on Carrie's doorstep. By that time, I was fourteen
years old. It's true that she was strict. She immediately set down the
rules, and gave me a set of consequences if I broke the rules. It
wasn't long before I realized that it was a good thing to have rules. I
think I had secretly wanted someone to be strict with me. Suddenly, I
had a mother again.
This is where the relationship gets tricky.
I knew right from the start that Carrie was a lesbian. She didn't
try to hide it from me. After a day at the office, she would sometimes
bring a woman home with her, and they would go to bed together. For
some reason it bothered me. I think I was envious of anyone else who
got close to her.
I remember sneaking up to the door of her room one time, and
listening to the sounds they made as they had sex. Feelings of jealousy
rose in my chest with every lustful cry I heard through the door.
The next night that we were alone, I pretended to have a nightmare,
and asked if I could sleep in her bed. Thinking back on it, I'm not
sure she believed me about the nightmare, but she let me crawl into bed
with her anyhow. The bed felt so warm and comfortable. Carrie put her
arm around me, and held me as I fell asleep. I had never felt so happy.
You might think that she seduced me, but you'd be wrong. Everything
happened so naturally. I just kept on going back to Carrie's bed night
after night. If anything, it was me who instigated the sexual part of
our relationship. I couldn't help it. It just felt so good to be in her
arms.
Surprisingly little has changed since then.
Carrie is still very strict with me, and often punishes me for
breaking the rules of the house. Even now, she often scolds me for not
doing my chores. It's an odd double life I lead. At the office, I'm a
capable woman. I'm actually a bit of an overachiever. I put in long
hours, and push to make the program a success. Once I'm at home,
though, it's not uncommon for me to end up over Carrie's lap for a
spanking.
That exactly where I was headed today.
And not just a little spanking. Carrie was really pissed off that I
questioned the rules she set down for me. When she's this mad, it never
ends with just a spanking. She always finds some other devious way to
teach me a lesson. That's what I was really dreading.
" Across my lap, young lady. "
My face went red with shame. I looked towards the front window. The
curtains were open, and anyone walking down the street could see into
the living room. It was a good thing that it was fairly late in the
evening.
" Don't you worry about that. If anyone should see, they'll know
exactly what's going on. A naughty girl is getting her spanking. "
I couldn't stand up to her when she got like this. I unbuttoned my
jeans and pulled them down to my knees. With another quick look to the
window, I pulled down my panties. Carrie sat herself down in the middle
of the sofa, and I positioned myself onto her lap.
Carrie held my arms behind my back with one hand, and began to spank
me with the other. It was a familiar position. As the first couple of
blows sounded sharply, tears welled up in my eyes. The tears weren't
because of the pain, but because of my shame. I was ashamed that I was
letting her do this to me. I'm a grown woman, damn it. Why do I still
let her punish me like a little girl ?
" You think you've got all of the answers, don't you little Maya ? "
Carrie began to list off her reasons for punishing me. " You're so
damned cocky. "
Two hard slaps against my cheeks made me let out a little cry. I'm
convinced that she really likes to hear me cry.
" What you really are is ungrateful. Plain and simple. You should be
thanking me for giving you a good home. You should thank me for giving
you rules and structure. "
My sobbing continued as she beat my cheeks red. I'm not sure what
was more humiliating; that I was getting a bare ass spanking from my
lover, or that I was beginning to get sexually aroused by it. That
always happened. I think it's part of the reason I still let her do it
to me.
" So my rules were too tough on poor little Maya. Poor little Maya
wanted to screw around with the boys. She wanted to wear the skimpy
clothing, and tease all of the boys. Isn't that right ?"
I shook my head, trying to appease her, but she seemed really worked
up about this. The spanking continued. With each stroke, my bottom
stung just a little more.
" I'm going to make you remember who's boss around here. I keep the
rules for a reason. If I didn't, you'd be a little tramp, wouldn't you
? You'd be a complete slut, and you know it. I'm going to give you a
lesson you won't soon forget, little miss. We'll just see what a little
tramp you are. "
The pace of her slaps was furious now. I can't remember a time that
she was this hard on me. Her breathing was fast from the exertion.
" Are you horny now, S-L-U-T ?"
" Uh huh..." I sobbed.
" Do you want to cum now, S-L-U-T ?"
" Please... please..."
I spread my legs at the knees to give her access to my pussy. This
is the way we always ended out punishment sessions. Carrie knew how
much the spankings excited me.
As her fingers slid down between my legs from behind, my head was
filled with conflicting emotions. There was fear. Carrie had never been
quite this angry with me, and I had no idea what she would come up with
as a punishment. There was shame, and there was lust. Some part of me
wanted to rebel against this treatment. I'm a grown woman, I wanted to
tell her. Instead, I sobbed into the cushion of the sofa like a little
girl. Most of all, I needed to cum. Badly.
It was building quickly. I was already squirming in her lap. At
moments like these, all of the lines faded. Carrie was both my lover
and my mother. I wanted to please her so badly. I didn't want her to be
mad at me for what I said.
Finally, my orgasm came. I bucked up and down on Carries lap as she
worked her fingers furiously across my sensitive pussy.
" Oh, god, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
I could barely get out the words. I jerked and shook for over a
minute while the feelings travelled up and down my body.
When Carrie stopped, I continued to cry. I was completely spent. I
rolled over and hugged Carrie while I sobbed.
" Shhh, quiet my dear... everything will be okay. "
She cradled me in her arms, and began to unbutton her blouse.
" We'll figure out your punishment this week, and then everything
will be all right. "
Somehow, I was soothed by that. Yes, I wanted everything to be all
right between us. She was right to punish me. I needed to learn my
lesson. Carrie continued to cradle me, and unsnapped her bra from the
front, exposing her breasts to me. Without hesitation, I took one of
her nipples into my mouth, and began to suck softly while she soothed
me to sleep.
That week at work was so busy that I almost forgot about Carrie's
threatened punishment. I knew that she was dead serious about it.
Carrie never lets something like this just be forgotten. When I'm at
work, though, that part of my life seems so far away. With the success
of the program, I've been given a position on the local health board. I
now have a staff of five. When I'm immersed in this world, it's hard to
imagine how different my life is at home.
Although the program was making some headway with the attitudes of
the local girls, I'd be lying if I told you there weren't a few trouble
spots. The students at one local high school in particular were under a
lot of social pressures to participate in some very risky activities.
There was a small group of students who seemed to have a lot of
influence. They threw parties every week. To be invited was a sign of
social status. The parties were unsupervised, and, needless to say,
they always seemed to get out of hand.
Trying to reach out to the ring-leaders of these parties was a long
standing project of mine. This week, I met with no less than six of the
girls who were known to instigate reckless behaviour. Between that, and
my administrative duties, I was kept pleasantly preoccupied with work
for the entire week.
When I came home on Friday, though, I could sense that Carrie was up
to something. She was cooking dinner when I came in. I made a last
effort to avert further punishment.
" Um, Carrie... about what I said last week, I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just a little..."
" Shhh dear, don't worry about it. You'll learn your lesson this
weekend. By the time we're done, you'll know exactly why I was so
strict with you as a teenager. "
I didn't like the sounds of that. There was no use arguing, though.
That would just land me on her lap again.
We ate dinner in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. No
doubt, Carrie was going over the intricacies of my planned punishment.
My own head was full of apprehension. Whatever she had planned, it
wasn't going to be pleasant.
Some part of me wanted to rebel, and tell her that I wouldn't accept
her punishment. I thought of how degrading it is for a woman my age to
submit to being 'taught my lesson' like a little girl. The problem is,
whenever I think about the my humiliation at Carrie's hands, my body
begins to respond with excitement..
Maybe I was always sexually excited by punishment. I remember the
first time that Carrie gave me a spanking. Even at fourteen years old,
it seemed strange to be over her knees. I never told Carrie that I went
to my room and masturbated after the spanking, but I think she knew.
When I became her lover, it confused the roles even further. Now,
whenever she scolds me about my chores, or bosses me around, I
invariably feel little tingles of pleasure..
After dinner, Carrie left me to do the dishes, and went upstairs.
She was preparing something for me, I knew, but I hadn't the slightest
clue what it was.
" Maya, " she finally called down, as I finished the last of the
dishes, " It's time for you to get ready. "
I hung the dish towel back in place. I know how particular Carrie
can be about that sort of thing. I was beginning to get really nervous
about this. I would soon know what lesson she had planned for me.
Climbing the stairs, I noticed that Carrie was in the washroom. She
sat on the edge of the tub, and squirting a little bit of bubble bath
into the running water. Steam rose from the warm bubbly tub water. I
cocked my head in confusion. This wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I had
imagined the scene to be.
" Come in here, little lady. We need to get you cleaned up. "
Obediently, I came into the washroom. The waters of the tub actually
seemed quite inviting. Without further prompting, I began to strip out
of my clothing. The clothes I wear to work are less than comfortable. I
try to keep a professional atmosphere around the clinic. It was a
pleasure to shed the conservative clothing, and step into the tub.
" Good girl. Now let's get you scrubbed clean. "
This was too weird. Even when I first came to live here, I was
definitely old enough to bathe myself. Now, Carrie sat on the edge of
the tub, and began to scrub me with the washcloth.
" Let's see your feet now, " she told me, and then proceeded to
scrub between my toes. This was actually quite pleasant. The
combination of the warm water, and Carrie's soothing manner soon put
any apprehension about the punishment out of my mind.
She scrubbed every inch of me, including a good deal of time
scrubbing behind my ears. I felt like a young girl, and I'll have to
admit that being babied by Carrie wasn't at all unpleasant.
" Okay, Maya. Let's give you a fresh shave. "
The way she talked to me was condescending, and her manner was even
a bit playful. She paused to tickle me a few times as she helped to
shave my legs and under my arms. Then she continued on to careful shave
the hair of my pussy.
I knew better than to question her about it. As pleasant as this
punishment was turning out, I resolved to just play along with it.
When she helped me out of the tub, the pampering didn't end. Carrie
wrapped me in a big towel, and began to pat me dry. I held out my arms
and let her towel down my body. While I was standing there, I caught my
reflection in the mirror. With my newly shaved pussy, my appearance was
even more youthful than usual. I had never developed large breasts. I
was awfully upset about this in my late teens, but Carrie never seemed
to mind.
As a final touch, Carrie patted down my bottom with baby powder.
" All right young lady, let's get you to your room. "
Since early in our relationship, we haven't used my room much. I
sleep with Carrie in her room, and all of my clothes are there. We keep
the room set up, but we generally only use it for guests.
She marched me down the hall naked, and then turned on the lights to
my room. I couldn't believe it. Carrie had dug up all of my old posters
and decorations from when I first moved in. It was like walking ten
years into the past. I can't believe she kept all of this stuff. On my
bed was my old collection of stuffed animals.
The closet was full of clothes, some of which I recognized, but
others looked newly purchased.
" We'll get you dressed in a few minutes, Maya. Why don't you lay
back on the bed. "
My mind was working overtime. Apparently some part of my punishment
included Carrie setting everything up like I was a young girl again. I
reclined back on the bed, having to clear a couple of stuffed animals
out of the way to find a spot.
" Here you go, " she said, handing me my familiar stuffed bear. Now
I really felt like a kid again, laying there on the bed with my teddy
bear cradled in my left arm.
" Last week, you told me that you enjoyed the attention that the
boys gave you in school. You wished that I would have let you fool
around with them. I'll just bet that you spent a lot of time in bed,
playing with yourself while thinking about it, didn't you ?"
" A little, " I admitted weakly.
" Go ahead. Play with yourself now. "
I spread my legs apart slightly and allowed my right hand to drift
down to my now bald pussy. That was a feeling that it would take some
time to get used to. Carrie watched smugly as I lay amongst my stuffed
animals, diddling myself for her amusement. I didn't mind, though. The
whole scene had me intensely aroused.
A sound from downstairs startled me. It was a knock on the front
door.
" That must be one of your girlfriends now. I'll bring her up. You
just keep on doing what you're doing. "
Carrie left me there, panic rising in my chest. She had never
involved anyone else in one of our punishment sessions before. I should
be getting dressed, or locking the door, or something. Instead, I
continued to lay there, dumbly playing with myself as Carrie went
downstairs to bring someone into the house.
The shame was overpowering. Whoever Carrie was bringing into the
room would see me just like this. I would be naked, playing with my
bald pussy, and holding a teddy bear under my left arm. I could hear
the footsteps approaching. At the last moment, I closed my eyes. I
didn't even want to know who it was who would see me this way.
" Miss Russell ?" The voice of the young girl was shocked. It was
also very familiar. Hadn't I heard it in just the last few days?
My eyes flew open. I knew this girl. It was Leslie Adams, one of the
girls I'd brought in for a meeting this week. She was one of the most
popular girls in her school, and had a reputation for sleeping around a
lot at the unsupervised parties.
My face went a deep shade of red. I couldn't believe that Carrie
would do this to me. I had been struggling for weeks to try to command
the respect of these girls. Now, here I was, in the most humiliating
position possible, and she was watching as I continued to stroke my
moist pussy.
" Yes, Leslie, this is the naughty girl I told you about, " Carrie
explained to her. " She complains that I'm too strict with her, and I
don't let her fool around with the boys. I've decided to give little
Maya her wish, and let her have some fun. "
" Oh my god... " the young girl was still shocked. In all the time
that I had been hounding her and the other girls at her school, there's
no way she could have ever imagined having me in this position. I could
see her twisted little mind spinning with the possibilities.
I had no idea how Carrie had found this girl. I often talked about
my work with her, but she would still have had to approach the girl
somehow. Perhaps Leslie is the daughter of one of her clients or
something. I have no idea. Somehow, the details of the transaction were
fading in importance.
" Come closer, Leslie, " Carrie instructed, stepping up to the
bottom edge of the bed. The young girl followed. " Maya will be quite
obedient to you this evening. As you can see, she is very excited about
the idea of going out to one of your parties. Feel her... she's quite
wet. "
I looked away as the young girl reached down to touch my privates.
Her fingers replaced mine up against my swollen clitoris. She rubbed me
tentatively, and to my increasing shame, I groaned in response. How
could I degrade myself this way in front of the young girl ?
" Now, let's get her dressed for a night on the town. I went out
today and bought some things from the mall. I hope they fit okay. I'll
leave you two alone. If she gives you any trouble, Leslie, just give
her a swat on the behind. That always keeps her obedient. "
I looked desperately to Carrie as she left the room. I didn't want
her to leave me here with Leslie. It was too embarrassing to be left in
the hands of the young girl. Carrie gave me a stern look as she closed
the door behind her, reminding me that much worse would come if I chose
to defy her.
" Oh, my god... this is crazy..." Leslie said, more to herself than
to me. " Will you really do anything I tell you to ?"
Pause. I couldn't, could I ?
" Yes. " I said quietly. My pussy throbbed with excitement.
Everything about this humiliating experience was intensely erotic for
me.
" Oh man. We're gonna have some fun tonight. Here... put these one. "
Leslie seemed eager to get on with the evening. She threw me a pair
of panties from the closet, and then continued to go through the
clothing.
I can't believe it got me so excited to obey this young girl. Every
day, I counsel immature girls like Leslie. In fact, she was one of the
least mature girls I had ever brought into my office. Her attitude
towards sex was extremely casual. I should be an authority figure to
her, instead, she was picking out my clothes and dressing me up like a
doll.
The panties were white cotton, with a flowery print on them.
" No, wait... these ones are better..."
Leslie tossed me a pair of matching red panties and bra. The
underwear seemed too small to fit on me. Nonetheless, I squirmed out of
the other pair, and tried them on for her.
Leslie laughed brightly. " Very trashy, Miss Russell. I like them. "
I blushed again. I see how little of my body the little garments
covered. Leslie was on to other things.
" Here you go... " she handed me a couple of short skirts.
One by one, I tried on most of the new clothes that Carrie bought
for me. Leslie seemed the most pleased with the ones that didn't seem
to fit me at all. The flimsy little skirt I ended up wearing went
barely a couple of inches below my crotch. She finally settled on a
little while top that wouldn't cover my belly. The material was so thin
that I could see the outline of the red bra through it.
" My god, Miss Russell. You look like a real slut. Your mom told me
that you wanted to get lots of attention from boys, and I think that
you'll definitely get plenty in that outfit. Now let's see about make-
up."
Leslie grew more enthusiastic by the minute. Several times while she
was doing my hair and make up, she paused to adjust my clothing. While
adjusting my little panties, she purposely rubbed her hand against my
barely covered pussy. I was so exited that I almost had an orgasm right
then.
When she was done with my make-up, I could barely recognize my
reflection. She let my hair loose, and combed it out straight. My lips
were covered in a provocative shade of red. Everything about me
screamed for sexual attention. I couldn't believe that I was letting
her transform me this way.
" Okay, Mrs. Moody, " Leslie called down the stairs. " I think we're
ready to go now. "
I hoped in desperation that Carrie would put an end to this now. I
was already humiliated beyond belief, and despite my state of sexual
excitement, I was terrified about what situation this girl might put me
into. The way she looked at me, well, it was like a girl with a new toy
to play with.
" All right girls, " called Carrie. " Have fun tonight. Stay out as
late as you want. "
That was it. Carrie was definitely going to let this go as far as
Leslie wanted to take it.
The girl led me down the stairs, and out to her car. She was sixteen
now, and already had her own license, which was probably another reason
why she was so popular at school. The car was a crappy little Datsun,
but in high school, having your own car is a real status symbol.
I piled awkwardly into the passenger's seat.
" We are definitely going to party tonight. Do you want a smoke,
Miss Russell ?"
I shook my head. Leslie lit up her cigarette as she backed out of
the driveway. She didn't bother to check her mirrors. I soon found out
that she didn't bother to follow many of the rules of the road. I was
terrified. I could just imagine getting into an accident like this, and
having to explain to the doctors why I was dressed this way, driving
around with a sixteen year old.
First stop was to the house of one of Leslie's friends.
" Get in the back, " Leslie told me. " Make room for Monica and
Josie. "
It was impossible to be modest in these clothes. My little skirt
rode up indecently as I bent forward to climb into the back seat. The
two girls outside giggled as I struggled to make a place for myself
amongst Leslie's discard pop cans and empty cigarette packages in the
back seat. One of them climbed into the back seat with me, and the
other took the front passenger's seat.
" Who's she ?" the young girl in the front seat asked Leslie, as the
car lurched into motion again.
" Oh, she's just a friend of the family. Her name is Maya. I have to
let her tag along because she's a little bit on the stupid side, and
her parents left her with me. "
It was mortifying. Not only was I under Leslie's control for the
evening, but now I had to play the part of her half-witted friend. My
face was positively glowing red. My pussy tingled from the shame of it.
On the positive side, I didn't recognize either of these girls. If I
could get through this evening without being spotted by any of the
other girls I had counselled, it would be a miracle.
" She sure dresses like a slut, " the girl beside me declared.
" As I said, Josie, she's pretty dumb. I mean, she's gotta be over
twenty, and I still have to baby sit for her. Anyhow, I think she likes
to draw a little bit of attention by acting like a slut. "
They were talking about me like I wasn't even there.
I tried not to listen for the rest of the drive, while the girls
critiqued my body, my make-up and made jokes about how dumb I was. They
were hardly ones to talk. Monica must have been only fourteen or so,
and dressed like a skate boarder. Josie wasn't much older, and looked
like something out of the spice girls.
It was almost a relief when we arrived at the party. At least I
wouldn't have to listen to these girls talking about me anymore. Leslie
jammed the car into a vacant spot on the side of the road, and we all
piled out of the smoke-filled Datsun.
Josie and Monica started across the lawn towards the house. I held
my position beside the car. There was no way I wanted to go in there
dressed like this, or dressed in any other way, for that matter. Leslie
walked up behind me and gave me a little swat on the butt.
" Are you ready to go in, Miss Russell ? I'm sure you're going to be
a big hit with the boys. "
This isn't what I wanted. I'm a lesbian, for god's sake. It was just
a stupid comment in the heat of the moment. Sure, I used to like the
attention of the boys in high school. Who doesn't like a little
attention ? But I never wanted this.
Leslie let her hand rest on my ass. Why was I letting this girl
control me ? The feeling of her hand was electric. My whole body was
shaking with fear and excitement. The uncertainty was intoxicating. I
had no idea what this girl would do to me.
" Come on, Miss Russell. It's time to party. "
She took my hand, and like the half-witted friend that I was playing
the part of, I allowed her to lead me into the house.
During my time at the clinic, I had plenty of opportunity to talk to
kids about what went on at parties like this one. Nothing could have
prepared me for the real thing. The bottom floor of the house was
packed with kids. I couldn't get over how young they were. Some looked
as young as twelve or thirteen years old.
Apparently, my own age was causing a bit of a stir too. The young
boys gawked at my lewdly displayed adult body. Leslie grinned as she
led me through the rooms of the party, and introduced me to all of her
friends. I blushed as I felt the eyes of each girl and boy undressing
me from my scant clothing.
" Here, have a drink, " Leslie handed me a glass of orange juice.
One taste proved it to be a wickedly strong screwdriver. I almost
choked as Leslie tipped up the bottom of the glass to force more of it
down my throat. Some of the orange drink spilled out he sides of my
mouth, and onto my skimpy white top.
There was laughter all around. I couldn't help but think that all of
these kids were laughing at the ridiculous sight of a grown woman
dressed this way, and being humiliated by a sixteen year old.
The vodka from the drink hit my head quickly. I stumbled a couple of
times as Leslie led me to yet another large room on the lower floor. It
was the living room of the house, and was filled with kids in various
stages of making out. I was shocked to see that on the television
screen, they were watching a pornographic video.
" How do you like it, Miss Russell ? " Leslie asked into my ear. I
couldn't respond.
My body was on fire. The combined humiliations of this evening had
me creaming my panties. Even now, many of the teens in this room were
checking me out. Some of the boys were rubbing themselves through their
pants as they alternately looked at my body, and watched the video.
My eyes were glued to the television screen. Two women were making
out. They were both gorgeous. They slipped effortlessly into a sixty-
nine position, and writhed around on the kitchen floor as they licked
each other.
" Have another, " Leslie ordered, as she lifted a second drink to my
lips. Even less of this one made it down my throat, as the excess
dribbled down my neck and onto my clothing.
" Oh dear, " she said loudly, " It looks like you've soaked your
top. That can't be comfortable. Why don't you take it off. "
All eyes in the room were on me. Both the boys and the girls alike
watched to see if I was going to follow Leslie's instructions.
Conversations stopped in anticipation. The only sound in this back room
were the moans of the women on the television screen.
Breathing heavily, I reached up and took hold of the bottom of the
garment. I'm ashamed to admit that being the centre of attention got me
horny as hell. I peeled the wet top off of my chest, and over the op of
my head, revealing the skimpy red bra underneath.
The boys and girls cheered and whistled as I revealed myself. I
didn't know what to do next. I looked towards the TV screen. One of the
women was sitting on the other's face now, and playing with her
surgically enhanced breasts.
" You like that, don't you ?" Leslie taunted. " Are you a lesbian,
Maya ?"
" Yes."
" And you like everyone watching you ?"
" Yes. "
" Why don't we give them a little show ?"
Leslie took my hand again, and led me to a spot in front of the
television.
" On your knees, lesbo. "
I sunk to my knees. A group of the girls giggled. I looked over to
them. Most of them were young. I mean really young. I don't know how I
could degrade myself in front of girls so young, and I don't know why
it excited me that much more.
" Do you like my body ?" Leslie asked.
" Very much. " It wasn't a lie. I had tried not to think about it.
It's indecent to be attracted to a girl so young.
" Show me your titties, girl. "
I gasped. A surge of excitement washed over me, and I knew I
couldn't refuse her. I reached behind my back, and unclasped the little
red bra. More whistles and cheers arose as the tiny garment fell away
from my tits.
Was this the first time some of these kids had seen a real woman
naked, I wondered. Sure, they'd seen the women on the screen, but this
was different. I was a real adult, and I was at Leslie's mercy.
" Sniff my crotch, slut. "
Leslie was wearing a pair of jeans. While the eyes of the room
watched the action, I leaned forward and buried my nose in the rough
denim of her crotch, sniffing and licking as I did so.
" Anyone want to see her ass ?"
The response was immediate. The boys and girls all shouted
encouragement to Leslie to have me strip off my remaining clothes.
" You heard them, Maya. Show them your ass. "
Without even removing my nose from the teen's crotch, I reached down
with one hand and worked my panties and skirt down to my knees. I heard
the young girls giggle again. I wondered if it was because they saw my
shaved pussy.
I could tell that Leslie was beginning to get worked up now. I
rubbed my lose and lips roughly against her crotch, and her hips were
beginning to buck back at me.
" Do you want to see my body, slut ?"
" More than anything, " I answered.
Another wave of shame hit me. I was proving Carrie right. I was too
much of a slut to control myself. I needed her rules to protect me.
" Do you want to worship my teen body ?"
" Please. Oh yes, please. "
My desperation was yet another source of amusement for the room full
of teens.
Leslie dropped to her knees in front of me, and began to unbutton
her blouse. I couldn't wait to get my lips on her beautiful little
body. I couldn't fight this. I desperate wanted this girl.
She seemed hesitant to expose herself in front of all of these
people, but when I began to lick and suck at her tits through the cloth
of her bra, it took Leslie very little time to decide to remove the
remaining barrier to my tongue. She pulled her bra up out of the way.
I was in heaven. My only lover had been Carrie, and I had never
known the pleasure of anyone else's body. Her firm little tits were
glorious. I tried not to think about her age. I just wanted her badly.
" Good girl, " she told me, as I kissed up and down her body. When I
reached her neck, she even brought her lips down to mine and returned
some of my kisses. I could hear the crowd getting into the action. They
shouted suggestions to Leslie about what she should make me do.
" Make her lick your ass, " one of the young girls called out.
" Get in a sixty-nine, like the video, " one of the boys added.
I kissed down to her belly. Leslie unbuttoned her jeans, and pushed
them down her thighs. I knew exactly what she wanted. Through the cloth
of her panties, I nibbled at the folds of her pussy. Leslie leaned back
on her elbows while I lowered my mouth to serve her. I could feel the
eyes of the people behind me checking out the view of my exposed ass
and pussy.
" Do you want to lick my pussy ?"
" Oh yes, please. "
" My boyfriend is getting lonely. Maybe I should go and keep him
company. "
" No... please... I need to lick you, " I could smell her through
the thin cotton. " Don't go now... I want to lick you so badly..."
" I don't know, " she taunted me. " Ryan looks really horny. I think
he needs to fuck. "
I have no idea how the words came to my lips.
" He can fuck me. "
Leslie smiled down at me, and nodded to someone in the crowd. I
should have been panicked. Of course, I'm not physically a virgin.
Carrie and I often play with dildos, so there wouldn't be much
discomfort. Still, this would be my first time with a guy, and I had no
idea who he was. Nonetheless, all of my attention was focused on
Leslie's little pussy.
She began to pull the panties down on her thighs. Her beautiful
little pussy was finally in my view. Someone was kneeling down behind
me, but I didn't care at all. Without another thought, I buried my face
into Leslie's tasty pussy.
At the same moment, the boy was in me. Easy as that. I was so wet,
that there wasn't any discomfort. His prick must have been fairly
small, too. Strangely, it didn't even feel all that intrusive. I
ignored the sensation as I began to enjoy the taste and feel of
Leslie's wet pussy against my lips. I doubt that anyone had done this
for her before. Her reaction was immediate.
" Oh, god, that's good... lick it, you lesbo slut. "
I glanced to the crowd. One girl caught my eye. She must have been
no older than thirteen, and she watched with an open mouth as I licked
and slurped at the older girl. My depravity knew no limits. Yes, in
that moment, I even imagined myself licking that little girl's snatch.
It would be so tasty.
Leslie took hold of my head as the reclined fully on the floor. Her
hips bucked up and down with excitement as my experienced tongue
brought her close to orgasm.
" Fuck yeah. Lick my teen cunt, you high and mighty bitch. Do you
want to lecture me about sex now, bitch. "
I hoped than no one else was listening to her comments. She pulled
my face in closer as her body began its descent into orgasm. She shook
her pussy violently against my face.
" Oh god... oh fuck... oh god..."
My mouth was filled with her flavour, and even after she stopped
shaking, I couldn't get enough.
Leslie pulled my head out of her crotch by my hair.
To my surprise, another girl was already there to take her place. It
was Monica, the skater girl I had met on the drive over. The little
brunette rubbed her pussy through her baggy khakis. She was even
younger than Leslie. How could I possibly lick a fourteen year old, I
asked myself.
She didn't wait for me to answer my internal question. The girl
dropped down to the floor in front of me and bunched her clothing down
to her knees. The crowd continued to cheer us on as I started on my
second pussy of the night.
I'm not sure when exactly Leslie's boyfriend finished with me. All
of my attention was on the beautiful teenage pussy that was creaming in
my mouth. All I know is that once he was done, another boy took his
place. This one seemed to have an even smaller prick, and was done even
quicker.
The scene in this back room was out of control. The porno flashed on
the screen beside me, but everyone's attention was centred on the floor.
" C'mon retard, lick me good, " Monica urged. The words stung, but I
so desperately wanted to please this girl. The taste of her was
stronger than Leslie, and I buried my face into her as she continued to
call me names.
" For a stupid girl, you sure lick pussy good. I'll bet you lick a
lot of pussy, huh, you dumb cunt ?"
When I didn't answer her question right away, she slapped the back
of my head.
" Answer me, retard. "
" Uh huh. I lick a l-lot of p-p-pussy. "
My face went red as she mocked my momentary stutter.
" You don't talk so good, d-d-d-dummy. Maybe you should stick to
licking p-p-pussy. That's all you're good for. "
This girl had a real cruel streak. Tears welled up in the corner of
my eyes, but I continued to lick her little pussy. It was so tasty. I
moaned as she pulled on the back of my head to grind herself into my
mouth.
" You must be a real moron, to go around taking orders from girls
half your age. I can tell you to do anything, and you're just dumb
enough to do it. "
Monica was obviously getting off on the verbal assault. Her body was
tensing around my face. It wouldn't be long before this cruel little
bitch took her final pleasure from my servitude.
" Oh yeah, you stupid slut. This is where a dumb girl like you
belongs. Lick me retard... lick my little pussy while I cum, you stupid
cunt. "
Her thighs tightened like a vice grip around my head as she lost
herself in an intense orgasm.
" Stupid... fucking...retard...cow...dumb...slut..."
She grunted out the words as her juices covered my lips. I continued
to lick until her body relaxed.
" Did you like that, retard ? " Monica asked me as she pulled her
tasty pussy away from my greedy lips.
" Yes... more please ?'
" Speak up a little, retard... some of the girls didn't hear you. "
My shame was complete. The eyes of all of the young girls were on me
as I begged for another pussy.
" Please... I want to lick more pussy... please...I need it so bad. "
Monica laughed and walked away. It wasn't long before my request was
fulfilled.
One by one, kids detached themselves from the crowd to use my body.
I can remember each one of the girls. They were so pretty, and so
young. I especially enjoyed the young ones. They tasted sweet against
my lips.
" Who wants sloppies ?" One of the boys asked, as he finished in my
pussy. He sounded so young. He high-fived another boy as he
relinquished his place behind me. That's all I was to them. A sloppy
pussy, ready to be used.
But that's not where my mind was. Certainly, as I fingered myself to
orgasm several times, I was reminded of the boys presence inside of me.
But my mind was fully immersed in each beautiful teen pussy that
presented itself to my face. Some girls screamed. Some squirted. Other
shook like they were having seizures. They were all beautiful. I
couldn't get enough.
Finally, as the party wound down, I stumbled out to Leslie's car
with her.
" Jesus, slut... wipe yourself off before sitting down. "
Only then did the amount of sperm leaking out of me come to my
attention. I took off my top again and wiped the insides of my legs. As
an afterthought, I also wiped the accumulated wetness of the teen girls
from my face and neck.
Leslie dropped off her friends, and then drove me back to Carrie's
house.
" One more time for the road, " she urged me, pulling her jeans down
her thighs again. For the last time of the evening, I savoured a taste
of teen pussy, while bent into Leslie's lap in the car.
After she came again, she stroked the back of my head.
" That was great, Miss Russell. Any time you want to party, you just
let me know. Hey, maybe I'll come in for some counselling sessions
after all."
And she did. Over the next few weeks, I lived in fear of the idea
that someone would find out about the horrible things I had done. Every
time a young girl came into my office, I prayed that she wasn't one of
girls from the party. Leslie kept my secret, but dropped by the office
every week for a private chat session. She would tell me all about her
sexual antics while I licked her from beneath my desk.
Carrie was pleased that I learned my lesson.
She didn't even seem that upset on the night that I came home late
from the clinic with a stunned expression on my face. Tears welled up
in my eyes.
" I'm pregnant, Carrie. God damn. I don't even know who the father
is. It could be any of those kids."
Carrie took me in her arms as I began to sob. How would I explain
the unplanned pregnancy to my co-workers. To the parents of the
community.
" It's okay honey. It's as much my fault as it is yours for letting
you get away with too much. I'll have to be much stricter from now on. "
Tears poured down my face. I fell into Carrie's waiting arms.
" There, there, little Maya..." Carrie sat me on the sofa, and
cradled me into her lap. " Everything will be all right. "
She always knew the way to calm me. Even as I continued to cry, it
felt good to be held close to her body. She unbuttoned her blouse, and
fed one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked gently on her nipple as
she soothed me to sleep.
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