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| This is a new story installment in a series about the "Academy" - a |
| secret intelligence arm of the New World Femocracy.                 |
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| This work also contains portions of an earlier work by me named     |
| "Nisa Passes Her Initiation".                                       |
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| For your reading convenience the story has been broken up into      |
| chapters, more or less.  This chapter sequencing will be honored    |
| in the follow-up parts.                                             |
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| Enjoy.                                                              |
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| -head2fat-                                                          |
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                       Nisa Learns The Art of Teasing
                                Part 1 of 3

                                                  (c) 2004 Kari Alarus
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Introduction
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Nisa Kochmuller was a new recruit to the Academy.  It was her very 
first day, and she was a bit nervous.   For one thing, she'd never been 
away from home before.   For another, she'd never been in a place 
filled with so many gorgeous, healthy, and confident women.  Amidst all 
this feminine majesty, Nisa felt just a little bit intimidated.

Lina Ruell, the Director of the Artemis Institute, the field 
preparatory arm of the Academy, had cleared her busy calendar 
especially to be present at this particular girl's initiation.  An 
awesome reputation preceded young Nisa.  At the tender age of sixteen, 
she'd already 'broken' nearly every living male member of her family 
tree.  'Breaking' was a euphemistic term for cock-taming - permanently 
horning men on a woman's sexual 'attributes'.   

Outwardly, an elite female-run research institute (the Academy's 
Saraswati Center was world-renown, with over 1000 patents to its credit 
in just the last 6 years), the Academy was secretly the advance 
intelligence arm of the New Matriarchy.  Positioned as the next global 
social paradigm, the New Matriarchy has been decades in the planning.  
To date, six million supporters and agents of the New Matriarchy have 
infiltrated all levels of government and industry in more than 150 
nations.

To look at fresh-faced Nisa in the baggy sweats and sneakers she 
arrived in, you might imagine her being but an average temptation for 
the typical man, but you'd be dead wrong.  The girl was nearly 5'8," 
but was impressively curvy for a sixteen-year old.  Nisa had nice firm 
breasts that stood out proudly from her slim frame.  She had wide hips 
with a relatively small waist and a flat firm tummy.  Her firm graceful 
legs were nicely formed and muscled with delicately curved calves.  
Make no mistake, though.  In her typical revealing attire, with her 
teen temptress makeup on, she was simply devastating to the male half 
of the species.

According to Nisa's preliminary Academy interview, the shorthaired 
blue-eyed blonde had reportedly horned her five uncles so badly that it 
was _her_ face, body, and pussy that they fantasized about even when 
they were with other women.  Although her ruggedly handsome uncles 
easily attracted and bedded gorgeous women by the score, they still 
beat off at least once a day to depraved mental images of their slutty 
young niece.  

Nisa visited her uncles often.  The six brothers ranged in age from 23 
to 42.  All except for the youngest had been previously married.  For 
the past three years, though, all have remained single.  After their 
parents tragically perished in an airplane crash 12 years ago, the four 
eldest brothers had agreed to stay close in order to help raise the two 
youngest siblings and to offer support to one other.  They all ended up 
residing in the Los Angeles metropolitan area - the furthest no more 
than an hour's drive from where they'd all grown up, Pasadena.   

After Nisa's mom died 4 years ago (from an HIV-infected blood 
transfusion), her dad, the eldest brother, Brock, buried himself in his 
work.  'International business consulting' was what he called it, but 
'undercover operations' was closer to the truth.  Realizing that his 
work would regularly keep him way from home, Brock asked his brothers 
to help raise his teenage daughter, who was just 12 years old at the 
time.

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Chapter 1 - Nisa's Introduction to the Art of Teasing
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Innocent remarks that her uncles were often making had started to bring 
out the tease in young Nisa.  They were always complimenting the girl 
on her "cute little figure," her "firm young breasts," her "long legs," 
her "beautiful face," et cetera.  Their positive comments served to 
make Nisa want to please them even more.   As her young body developed, 
especially her breasts, Nisa began to notice a deepening appreciation 
from her uncles.   

One auspicious day, while Nisa was visiting her youngest uncle, Terry, 
a female friend of his dropped in unexpectedly.  The young woman was in 
town on business for a couple of weeks, and wanted to spend some time 
with Terry, one of her closest male friends.  

Her name was Celine. She was in her early twenties.  Celine was a 
friend from Terry's childhood.  They'd dated briefly in high school, 
but that was about it.   Although she was quite fond of Terry, Celine 
quickly realized that she was much more strongly attracted to women.  
Even so, she and Terry had remained close friends over the years.

"Hi Tiger," Celine purred.  "Well, you sure seem glad to see me!" she 
teased, her eyes fixed upon Terry's massive trouser bulge.   

Celine had arrived at Terry's door in a scandalously short curve-
hugging stretch micro dress and huge cork platform sandals.   Her long 
tanned legs were shown to deadly advantage by the tiny dress.   Blonde, 
toned, tanned, stunningly beautiful, and provocatively dressed, Celine 
was a virtual sex bomb.  Men became tongue-tied in her presence, as if 
all the blood furiously rushing to their cocks had deprived their 
brains.  Shame that she wasn't that attracted to them!   Nisa still 
clearly recalls the enormity of the bulge that had threatened to 
puncture her uncle's trousers the moment he answered the door.
 
Only 13 at the time, Nisa had felt herself becoming extremely jealous.  
Terry had never ever had that kind of reaction to her!   "What a 
shameless tramp!" she thought to herself.  "How can that slut wear 
something so tastelessly short in public!   Why is the bitch here 
anyway?"   Even surprising herself, Nisa had been ready to do whatever 
was necessary to get rid of this slut who threatened to steal away her 
uncle.     

Yet, once Nisa learned that Celine and Terry were just friends, she 
relaxed.   By the end of that first day, Nisa and Celine had hit it off 
famously.  Celine was funny.  She was smart.  She was current with the 
latest music, fashions, and street culture.  Celine was also incredibly 
sexy.   Nisa's unexpected attraction to her was making her more than a 
little uncomfortable. 

The two young women quickly bonded.  They had lunches together. They 
shopped together.  They talked for hours.  Eventually the topic of why 
Celine always dressed so sexily came up.   Rather than being offended, 
Celine was delighted.  "Because it's fun," she'd said.  "I love to 
tease!  It gets me off knowing how aroused men become simply by looking 
at my body, especially when they can't have it!"    

The young girl was fascinated by this admission.  Sensing that, Celine 
made up her mind to teach Nisa the arts of teasing men and pleasuring 
oneself.   Of course, Nisa didn't know then that Celine had an ulterior 
motive in getting to know her.   Ostensibly traveling on business, 
Celine had secretly been scouting new talent for the "Academy".   Once 
she'd met Nisa, Celine knew that this girl would be an ideal candidate.   
Naturally, the young woman would need a few of more years of training 
before she'd be ready for the Academy's initiation.   Until then, 
Celine planned to guide and monitor Nisa's progress very closely.

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Chapter 1a - Nisa's Tease Training Begins: The Story of Roma's Dad
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It was over sandwiches at a small deli when Celine began Nisa's tease 
training in earnest. 

"From what I've seen, you can safely practice your teasing art on your 
uncles," Celine said.  "They seem to love you enough as a niece to not 
want to abuse you for their own gratification.  Of course, you can push 
any man too far, especially with cock-teasing.  You'll have to 
determine for yourself, just how far you can push it, and when it would 
be wise to back off."

"How will I know when I've gone too far?" Nisa asked.

"When their comments start to get lewd or derogatory!  For instance, if 
the guy starts mentioning how he'd love to 'pop you with his pepperoni' 
or if he starts to rudely lick his lips whenever you're around, that's 
a clear signal that he's thinking of taking your sex by force.  That's 
rape, my dear, not love; and it's neither romantic nor pleasurable.   
It's all about the man taking what he wants, without any regard to you.

One creep in particular tried to do that to me.  He was the father of 
an old girlfriend of mine, Roma.  He was around quite a bit helping his 
daughter remodel her first house.  I figured that it would be fun to 
tease her dad a little.  He seemed like an easy-going sort who might 
get a smile from a little bit of harmless titillation.  Plus he was 
supposed to be happily married to Roma's mother.  At least, that's what 
Roma had constantly told me. 

So, I started to wear sexy playthings whenever I'd go visit Roma.  Some 
days, I'd wear little micro-shorts with clog sandals and a cropped top.  
I have to admit that the shorts were pretty tiny.  I figured that the 
combination of my salaciously exposed butt cheeks, my long shapely 
tanned legs, and my bouncing tits (I hated wearing a bra) would get her 
dad's attention.  It sure did!  

The first day he saw me in that outfit, he greeted me with dropped jaw 
and a nice big bulge in his trousers.  Other days I'd arrive in 
obscenely short miniskirts paired with tight low-cut tops and heels.  
Usually though, I just preferred to wear little dresses that clung to 
every curve.  The kind that hiked up to my ass whenever I'd bend over 
or sit down.  The fact that my panties were see-through was not lost on 
Roma's father.  His eyes would pop out of their sockets whenever I'd 
sit down and cross my legs in those shamelessly short dresses.  How 
could the man help himself!   My shaved, baby-smooth snatch was on 
clear display through those naughty little panties.  Of course, I 
pretended not to notice either the man's constant erections or his 
surreptitious leering.  I didn't want him to think I was deliberately 
leading him on.

I truly believed that I was engaging in harmless flirtation.  Even so, 
I tried to make it quite clear that I was only attracted to his 
daughter.  Outside of a few brief teases, I never even remotely showed 
the man any sexual interest.  Plus, it should have been obvious from 
the way I would sensuously kiss Roma and hungrily press my body into 
hers, that I clearly preferred women. 

One day, I dropped by while Roma had stepped out to buy cigarettes.  
Smoking was one habit of hers that I truly detested.  Roma's dad was 
there.  Joe Jackson was his name.  Joe was wallpapering the dining 
room.   As usual, I was wearing something skimpy that I knew Roma and 
he would appreciate.  When Joe answered the door, the devilish look on 
his face warned me that I should be very careful.  Indeed, the first 
words out his mouth were, "Damn, bitch!  You look good enough to pork!"

"Excuse me!" I replied, too shocked to think of anything else.

Joe continued.  "Baby, what you need is a thorough boning to straighten 
you out; and I've got just the cure."  He proceeded to lewdly stroke 
the monstrous bulge in his trousers.

I tried to make light play of his vile remarks, since it was obvious 
that he'd been drinking.  The empties from his first two six-packs were 
piled in a corner of the room.   "Mr. Jackson," I began.  "The booze is 
talking for you.  You know very well that I'm only attracted to women; 
and that I'm absolutely crazy about your daughter."

"Ya know, you slutty dykes make me sick!" he snarled.   "You prance 
around wearing next to nothing; and don't expect a man to get ideas.  
Well, dammit, I sure as hell do.  Don't think that I don't notice how 
you deliberately cross your legs in those slut dresses you wear.  How 
your slimy cunt glistens through those damned see-through panties!  
Damn, I must have fucked the shit out of your nasty dyke snatch 
hundreds of times in my horny dreams.  My sorry old lady actually 
thinks that it's her tired cunt that's been turning me into such an 
insatiable beast.  Fuck that!  It's your slut fuck hole that I want to 
rip apart whenever I'm pounding the ole bitch.  But I've never gotten 
the chance, until now!"

He quickly pressed me up against the wall.  He pinned my hands so I 
couldn't fight back.  He was so close that his beer-soaked breath was 
making me nauseous.  He was inches from sticking his tongue down my 
throat when I started to puke.  As he pulled away in disgust, I rammed 
my knee hard into his groin.  For good measure I slammed it into him a 
second time.  Groaning and writhing in pain, Joe slumped to the ground.  
I was hovering over his slumped form, about to finish the job, when the 
front door knob started to turn.  Darn, I'd never even heard Roma's 
Corvette pull into the driveway.   

"What the fuck happened here!" Roma screamed as she burst through the 
door.  "Why is my dad on the ground, moaning like he's dying?   And why 
the hell are you standing over him like that?"  She glared at me with 
eyes that could kill.

Just as I started to tell Roma that her dad had tried to rape me, Joe 
interrupted.

"Celine was just showing me some self-defense techniques, sweetheart," 
he groaned.  "I was curious how young women protect themselves on the 
street, especially with all the doped-up rapists and molesters on the 
loose.  I asked her to show me a few of her moves.  I guess we just got 
a little carried away," he moaned.  "But I'll be okay."  Then the 
fucker faked a coughing fit, for emphasis.

"Look at this fucking mess!  You mean she actually hit you hard enough 
to make you puke?"  Roma turned towards me with fists raised.  "Damn 
it, Celine, you nearly killed my father.  I ought to beat the living 
crap out of you!"   Mercifully, for her, Joe began to groan quite 
loudly.  "Get away from him, bitch!" Roma commanded.  Her attention 
quickly focused back to her father.  "Are you sure you're okay, daddy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine, sweetheart," he grunted.  "Just help me up a 
little, so I can get back to papering your room."

Under the circumstances, I decided it was best that I not say anything 
to Roma about the attempted rape.  Even though Roma purported to be a 
lesbian, she was still daddy's little girl.  It would be pretty near 
impossible to make her believe anything bad about her father.  Needless 
to say, that was the last time I visited Roma.  We broke up immediately 
after that.

Upon reflection, I realized that I'd gone way too far with Roma's 
father.  Even though he'd never said anything remotely vulgar before 
that day, I should have known from the sick way that he ogled me 
whenever Roma was out of the room, that something unsavory was brewing 
in his little mind.
   
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Chapter 1b - Nisa's Tease Training Resumes:  Some Sexual Basics
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"So you see Nisa, a girl can go too far with teasing, especially if she 
doesn't pay attention to the signs," Celine continued.

"So what are the signs?" Nisa interrupted.

"Well, the main things to watch out for are verbal and mood cues.  Like 
when he starts to berate you for 'dressing like a whore', accuses you 
of being a 'nasty cock-tease', calls you a slut, or sinks into a bad 
mood whenever you're around.   That's a clear indication that the guy 
is dangerously frustrated.   He won't admit it, but the guy will want 
to punish you for turning him on without giving anything up ..."

At which point Nisa interrupted again.  "What do you mean, 'giving 
something up'?" she asked.  

"I'm sorry sweetie," Celine said.  "I sometimes forget that you're 
still a virgin."  Celine paused for a few moments, searching for the 
right words.  "What guys want more than anything else is to violate the 
treasure between your legs."

"I have a treasure down there?  Where is it, then?" Nisa demanded.

"Ohmigod!" Celine exclaimed.  "You've never been taught about sex, have 
you?"

"Don't be silly!  Of course, I have!" Nisa scoffed.  "The boys talk 
about it all the time.  Plus we learned about it in school.  Women make 
babies down there.  The guys stick their thingies in, and, presto, a 
baby pops out nine months later."  

"Nisa, dear," Celine resumed.  "While that may be correct, in 
principle, what you haven't learned are the pleasure and power aspects 
of sex."

"When a guy gets sexually excited, blood flows into his penis, making 
it very hard.  That's an erection.  A guy with an erection feels a 
burning need to release all that pressure in his cock.  But to do that 
the guy needs to apply some soft friction to his cock long enough to 
trigger the pressure release, or 'ejaculation'.  He can do that with 
his hand (also known as 'jerking off') or he can stick his cock into 
something that provides even better soft friction.  That's where your 
vagina fits in.  Nature has wired men so that applying soft friction to 
their penises stimulates powerful feelings of sexual pleasure.

"Guys experience extremely pleasurable feelings while sliding their 
cocks into your vagina [although, I prefer the word 'pussy'].  Having 
the sensitive skin on his cock massaged by the tightness of a girl's 
pussy makes a guy more and more sexually excited.  This makes guys even 
more desperate to ejaculate.  This excitement dramatically builds until 
the guy gets so turned on that he finally ejaculates.  Other words for 
it include 'cumming', 'spurting', and 'getting his rocks off'.  As you 
learned in sex class, the guy begins shooting sperm-filled baby juice 
(also known as 'semen'), out of their cocks.  Shooting their sperm, 
inside a girl's pussy feels so good to guys, that they will literally 
sell their souls to repeat the experience.  That's what makes your 
pussy such a treasure.  Do you understand now?"

"Oh!" Nisa gasped.  "That's why the guys are always joking about having 
sex!"

Celine continued.  "But that's just the pleasure part.  The power part 
is somewhat different."

"A lot of guys feel that they have an inborn right to ejaculate inside 
a woman every time they get sexually aroused.  Although it's not their 
right, part of this is instinct.  Guys are programmed to leave as many 
copies of themselves as they can.  That means getting lots of women 
pregnant with their babies.  A guy experiences a tremendous sense of 
power leaving a woman saddled with his baby.  But even if a baby isn't 
involved, the guy still feels that it's his right to use a woman's body 
for his pleasure alone.  Remember when I said something about a guy 
wanting a woman to 'give something up'?  Well, 'giving it up' means 
letting a guy fuck you until he cums.  Good for the guy, but not so 
good for the woman who has to carry the baby."

"Guys are so easily and so often sexually aroused, that they are 
constantly driven to violate some woman's 'treasure'.  Some guys will 
make you feel guilty that you don't like them enough to let them fuck 
you.  Other guys will sweet-talk or charm you into opening up your 
legs.   Still others may try to dissolve your resistance by getting you 
drunk or buying you gifts.  Some will even lie that they love you.  
Then, there are the very bad ones who will try to fuck you by force.  
Those I'll discuss later."

"Nisa, the bottom line is that you are in charge of the treasure 
between your legs.  You hold the power, not them.  You are the one who 
gets to decide who fucks you or even if you want to be fucked.  No man 
has the right to challenge that.  Are you following me?"

"I think so," Nisa replied, a bit overwhelmed.

Celine continued.  "Now, the other, often missing, part of the picture 
is the woman's pleasure.  Have you ever ridden a horse, Nisa?"

"Sure, my Uncle Clark takes me riding all the time.  But what's that 
got to do with sex?" Nisa replied.

"Do you ever experience nice feelings in your pussy when the horse is 
underneath you?"

"Omigod!  I sure do!" Nisa exclaimed.  "That's partially why I like it 
so much!"

"Well, sex makes many women feel like that, but so much better.  Often, 
the feeling will be a hundred times more intense than riding a horse.  
You probably didn't know that women can cum too, did you?" Celine 
challenged.  

Nisa shook her head no.

Celine continued.  "Women get pleasure from sexual contact, just as 
well as men.  Having a cock, or a tongue, moving just the right way 
inside a woman's pussy, near her clit, or along her labia ..."

"What's a clit," Nisa interrupted, "and what are labia?" 

Celine flashed her a sultry smile.  "Nisa, I'd be more than happy to 
show you what and where they are," she paused, "but just as soon as I 
finish.  Okay?"

"Sh-sure," Nisa stuttered, quite unnerved by the strange excitement she 
was feeling in her own pussy.

"As I was saying," Celine resumed, "Having a cock, or a tongue, moving 
the right way inside a woman's pussy or along her labia gets her very 
sexually excited.  Actually, stimulating almost any part of the genital 
area gets many women going.  When a woman gets excited like that she 
gets 'wet'.  Lubricating fluid begins to flow from glands in the walls 
of her pussy.  At the peak of her excitement, known as a 'climax', a 
woman gets so excited that she orgasms.  Many women experience a 
literal explosion of pleasure across their entire bodies.  Some women 
even ejaculate in the intense heat of their arousal.  At the point of 
orgasm, glands in the walls of her pussy open like floodgates, 
releasing a torrent of sweet fluid."

"Oh God!  That's such a wonderful feeling!  But a woman needs to be 
warmed up before she's ready to be excited sexually.  We need lots of 
touching and caressing.  Both compliments and naughty words help get us 
there.  But most of all, we need to feel the heat of our partner's 
desire in every part of our mind and body.  That's what really get us 
ready for sex."  

"Knowing that someone wants me so badly, that they ache to get inside 
me, is an incredible turn on.  Especially, when I have someone or 
something else waiting back home to ease my sexual distress.  That's 
where teasing comes in.   It's about power.  I create the desire.  I 
decide what, if anything, to do about it."

"The problem with sex with men is that most guys are too focused on 
their own climax to even take the time to warm their partners up.   And 
even when they do, their burning drive to rush to the finish, doesn't 
give women the time we require to reach orgasm.  That's why I 
personally prefer women.  We know what each other wants, and are 
usually willing to give each other what we need."

"Anyway, the whole point of this digression was to emphasize that 
teasing some men beyond a certain point can be risky.  Beware of the 
type of guy who will want to punish you for turning him on without 
giving anything up.  He'll be the type that secretly watches you nearly 
all the time.  And when you catch him doing it, he'll either quickly 
turn away or leer at you with dark burning eyes.  He'll smile as if he 
likes you, but it will be a forced smile, possibly even a smirk.  He'll 
make lewd remarks about you, even if they make you uncomfortable.  
He'll make physical advances, rudely touching or fondling you whenever 
he can get away with it, whether you like it not.  He'll also 
desperately desire to take his pleasure by force, and just might get 
himself worked up enough or drunk enough to do it."

"What I'm talking about is rape.  But this won't merely be rape to get 
his rocks off.  It will be the most degrading vile act that he can 
commit upon another living thing.  You'll cease to be a human being to 
him.  To him you'll be no better than a piece of meat that he can ram 
his frustration into.  He won't care if he injures you.  In fact, the 
more pain he inflicts upon you, the more sick pleasure he'll feel.  If 
he doesn't outright kill you, you'll feel as if he had."

It was quite obvious that this account was having a chilling effect on 
young Nisa.

Celine paused.  "Nisa, sweetheart, please, please promise me that you 
will be alert to those signs!   Don't ever put yourself in any danger 
of being raped!" she pleaded.  "It nearly happened to me once, and I 
vowed to never let it happen again."

Nisa was wide-eyed in shock at this point.  "Uhh, sure," Nisa said, 
trying to recover.  "Okay, I really do promise, Celine.  I just never 
realized that teasing could be so dangerous.   So why do you still do 
it, then?"

"Because it feels so damn good!" Celine replied.  "You already know how 
great horseback riding feels.  Now imagine doing something that makes 
you feel a hundred times better than that.  Something nearly as good as 
actual sex, but that can be done anytime and anywhere without any 
threat of getting dirty, diseased, or disappointed.  Something that 
makes you feel powerful and in control!  That's what teasing feels 
like.  The thought of all the intense male sexual desire that I'm 
igniting by simply emphasizing my curves, exposing a little skin, or 
moving my body a certain way, frequently brings me to shattering 
orgasms.   Nisa, one of the things that you're going to learn is that 
the most powerful sex organ is the human mind."   

"Sometimes, I'll get so excited by all the sexual havoc I'm causing, 
that my legs will go weak.  That's when I know a tsunami climax is 
about to hit.  With a little help from my fingers, there she'll blow!   
Nearly twenty minutes of non-stop waves of pleasure!  There's no way 
that I could even describe it in words!  You simply have to experience 
it.  It's more addicting than any drug you can imagine.  That's why I 
can't stop.  And that's why I want to teach you how to do it, too."

Poor Nisa was so aroused that she could barely speak. The only word the 
girl could utter was "W-wow!"

"Say, didn't you ask me something about 'clit' and 'labia', my dear?"  
Celine flashed a wicked smile at the young girl.  "Well, if you'll 
follow me to my room for a little demo, I'll answer all your questions.  
Are you coming?"

Nisa didn't need to be asked twice.

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Chapter 1c - Nisa's Tease Training Resumes:  A Test Drive at the Mall
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"For a virgin, you're quite the insatiable slut!" Celine teased.

"Maybe, it's because you're such a good teacher!" Nisa smiled.

"C'mon now.  There's so much that you already know.  How about the way 
you seem to have 'tamed' your uncles?" Celine teased.

"'Tamed' isn't exactly the word I would use," Nisa replied.   "I really 
don't tease them very much, at all.  Every once in a while, I might 
wear a pair of short shorts or something.   And maybe they've seen me 
scamper out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.  But my short dresses 
are nothing compared to what you normally wear.  I saw the way Terry 
responded to you in that micro dress.  It was fucking amazing!   I'd 
never seen a bulge grow so fast in any man's trousers before, let alone 
one so big!"

"Good God, Nisa!" Celine exclaimed.  "As I've already told you, you're 
an extremely gorgeous girl.  There's no reason why you can't have the 
same effect on men that I do.  Perhaps you need to augment your 
wardrobe a little.  A little shopping might be just what you need.  I 
know some great shops off Melrose.  Are you game?"

"Sure! Why not?" Nisa answered.

"First stop, a little shop called 'Renard'," Celine announced.   The 
conversation then shifted to cock-teasing attire - miniskirts, 
microskirts, body suits, lingerie, short shorts, skin-tight pants, low-
cut tops, mesh stockings, shoes, and all the hottest accessories.  That 
kept both women busy until they finally reached their destination.

"Celine, it's such a pleasure to see you," gushed Jill Fox, the shop's 
owner. "As usual, you're looking absolutely fantastic.  And who's your 
thoroughly lovely friend?"

"You are ever the charmer, Jill.  Well, it's great to see you, too," 
Celine replied.  Motioning toward her companion, Celine added, "This 
budding beauty is Nisa.  She's looking for something a bit more 
'arresting' than her current attire.  I was hoping you could find 
something suitable for her."  

"With a gorgeous young figure like that, I'll have her stopping traffic 
in no time," replied Jill, licking her lips at the prospects.  The two 
women exchanged knowing smiles.

"Come with me, Nisa," Jill said.  "I shall help you personally."   Then 
to Celine, she said, "My dear, in the lounge you'll find a few extra 
special items that I've set aside for my very best customers.  Take a 
look, would you?  And do help yourself to the brie and chardonnay."

Twenty minutes later, both women emerged with identical shopping bags, 
although Nisa's was quite a bit heavier.  Nisa was also wearing one of 
her new outfits, and from the countless wolf whistles and car horn 
blasts that she was receiving, it was a definite hit with the men.   Of 
course, what red-blooded male could resist a buxom, blond, long-legged 
13 year-old with pouting red lips wearing a scandalously cropped see-
thru jungle print top, an illegally short leather micromini, black mesh 
body stockings, and fuck-me pumps?

Guys' necks were snapping left and right.  A couple of dads, who were 
escorting teen daughters, blushed violently while they pretended not to 
notice, ostensibly for their daughters' sakes.

"Darn it dad, you're really embarrassing me!" one eleven year-old 
hissed when she noticed the enormous boner that had sprouted in her 
father's trousers.  Dad hastily tried to cover up by bending forward, 
but his daughter had already strutted away from him in disgust.  Before 
pursuing his kid, the man snuck a last peek at Nisa.  That turned out 
to be a big mistake.  His jaw dropped at the sight of Nisa's firm mesh-
clad ass cheeks so brazenly exposed by the ridiculously short excuse 
for a skirt. The riveting sight of her braless peach-sized breasts 
nearly completely revealed by the sheer skin-tight top did little to 
lessen his cock-shock.  Instantly, the man's erection was pointing 
straight out.  In his loosely fitting trousers, it was impossible to 
miss.  

When Nisa casually bent over to snatch a twenty-dollar bill that was 
blowing across the sidewalk, a dozen cars nearly collided.  Celine just 
happened to turn around while Nisa was still bent over.  Every male eye 
was focused on the young girl's ass.  Celine realized that she 
shouldn't have been surprised.  She couldn't help but giggle at the 
sight of so many men transfixed by a young girl's exposed derriere.  
But the crowning touch was the sight of a slightly geekish 35-year old 
man, who was in obvious sexual distress, desperately trying to push his 
monstrous erection down his pants leg.

"Ohmigod!" Celine exclaimed, "Nisa you gotta see this."

"See what?" Nisa asked, as she proudly flashed her newfound wealth.  
Then she turned around.  "Oh good lord!  It's like a broomstick is 
trying to burst out of his pants!  How seriously disgusting!"  Then she 
looked around at all the other guys staring in her direction.  "And 
what are you other bozos staring at?" she shrieked.

Nisa was extremely overwhelmed by all the attention.  She still hadn't 
taken in just how cock-shocking her new look was.

"How disgusting?" Celine responded.  "Nisa, he's in that condition, 
indirectly because of you.  You really have no idea how many depraved 
fantasies you've launched with your tight body in that hot little 
outfit, do you?  Of course, what makes it so much more delicious, is 
that even thinking about you like that, prime jailbait that you are, 
could put all of those lechers in prison."

"Why is that?" Nisa asked, temporarily distracted by that last comment.

"Well for one thing," Celine replied, "the law says that adult men are 
not to have any sexual thoughts about underage girls.  According to the 
prevailing mores, men are supposed to protect young girls, not desire 
to fuck them.  But your sexually devastating public display has driven 
scores of males to sin in the very worst way.  Prohibited by the threat 
of prison from violently fucking the shit out of you, most of these 
poor saps are going to need to fiercely spank their monkeys as soon as 
humanly possible."  Jill couldn't resist another giggle at the thought 
of all that hot seed being spilled out of sheer sexual frustration.

"Why do they need to spank some innocent monkey?" Nisa demanded.

Caught completely off-guard by the question, Celine forced herself to 
refrain from laughing.  "It's just an expression, Nisa. It doesn't 
involve monkeys at all," Celine replied.  "It means 'to masturbate'"

"Um, sure," Nisa said, still a bit uncertain about what masturbation 
actually was, but not wanting Celine to discover that she didn't know.

"Nisa, my young tease, you're going to make quite a few wives and 
girlfriends extremely pissed off when their men slink in with limp 
sticky cocks, all because the indelible image of your tight young bare 
ass made their balls explode."

"That shouldn't be my fault," Nisa protested, not at all sure what 
"limp sticky cocks" or "exploding balls" had to do with it.

"I agree.  It's not your fault," Celine replied.  "The problem is that 
men in our culture are programmed by a relentless barrage of sex-
drenched advertising to vigorously respond to suggestive displays of 
tight young bodies.  And, sweetie, you've got a look that would tease 
wood out of a statue."

Nisa blushed furiously at that last remark.  Her cunt began to tingle 
as well.  She shifted nervously as her juices started to seep.

Celine could already smell the rising heat of the young girl's arousal.  
Wanting ever so much to fuck the daylights out of Nisa right then, 
Celine resisted, opting instead to to calm herself by focusing her 
breathing.  She'd relish fucking Nisa that much more later, especially 
after taking the girl's sexy new look for a naughty "test drive" at a 
crowded mall.  The thought of all those helpless males whacking off 
their unavoidable frustration was making Celine extremely wet.  "So, 
where is the nearest mall?" Celine asked, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"The nearest is one Beverly Center, but the absolute best is the new 
Foothills Park Galleria.  Unfortunately it's over an hour's drive from 
here," Nisa replied.

"Well, heck, what are we waiting for?   Foothills Park, it is!" Celine 
decided.  

On the way, Celine coached Nisa on the most effective ways to sport her 
extremely cock-teasing look in public.   Celine also began to prepare 
the girl against verbal attacks from the inevitable jealous females.

"Nisa, what are you going to do if some man's wife calls you a 
shameless slut?" Celine asked.

"I dunno," Nisa replied. "Cry maybe?"

"No, that's exactly what you do not want to do," Celine replied.  "Even 
though their words may sting, you must never take them personally.  You 
and I both know that you're no slut.   Don't ever give anyone the power 
to make you feel bad or dirty.  Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Nisa replied.

"Now," Celine continued, "Although the absolute best way to respond to 
vicious remarks is to smile and ignore them, very few people are 
consistently able to do that.  So, the next best thing to do is turn 
their viciousness to your advantage."

"So, how exactly would I do that?" Nisa interjected.

"Sugar, if you let me continue, I'll explain everything," Celine 
replied.

"Sorry.  I keep doing that, don't I?" Nisa answered.

"That's quite alright, Nisa," Celine responded.  "I respect and 
encourage your forwardness.  It's one of the qualities that men respect 
among themselves, yet actively discourage among women.  Never hold back 
simply because you're a girl.  But while I'm talking, you may find that 
you'll learn more if you listen first, then ask questions later."

"Okay Celine, I got it!" Nisa said.

"Now, back to dealing with verbal attacks."

"It takes lots of practice to ignore nasty comments," Celine continued.  
"Optimally, you want hurtful remarks to roll harmlessly off your back, 
like water off a duck.  But when you can't quite do that, though, the 
next best thing is to turn the remark around.  Let me demonstrate."

"Okay Nisa, call me a disgusting whore," Celine ordered.

"I can't," Nisa protested.  "I couldn't say that to you."

"Look, just humor me.  I promise I won't be offended," Celine replied.  
"Just one thing, though.  Say it like you mean it!  Alright?"

"Okay," Nisa said, a bit uncertain whether she could follow through.

"Go!" Celine ordered.

"You cheap disgusting whore!" Nisa shouted.

"Well, this so-called 'whore' has got the full attention of your 
drooling, jailbait-craving man!  When was the last time he looked at 
you like that, you tired old bag?" Celine rejoined.

"Wow, that was great!" Nisa exclaimed.  "You really did turn that 
around.  But how will I learn to think of something on the spur of the 
moment like that?"

"Simple," Celine replied.  "You've just got to have the mindset that 
cruel remarks have absolutely nothing to do with you.   As for the 
remark itself, since the speaker wants to believe it so much, simply 
remind her of the personal consequences were it to actually be true.  
Alleging that her man has an unhealthy, and possibly criminal, interest 
in an underage girl usually does the job."

"Okay, Nisa, let's trade places.  I'm going to insult you this time," 
Celine declared.   "Take a few breaths and get into that roll-off-the-
back mindset I was talking about.  Remember, Nisa, that insults come 
from the other person's fears and insecurities, not because of who you 
are.  Got that?"

"Yes, got it," Nisa replied.  After taking a few breaths to steady 
herself, she finally added, "Alright, ready when you are."

Celine was more than ready.   "You cheap little whore!" Celine 
screamed.  "Strutting your bare ass in public, you ought to be ashamed!  
You're no better than a bitch in heat!"

Instead of responding with the expected rejoinder, Nisa began to cry.  
Celine quickly put her arm around the young girl to console her.  
Several moments later, Nisa was still sobbing.

"I know, I know.  Words can really hurt," Celine spoke softly.  "If you 
want to break this off, Nisa, just say so; and we'll turn around and go 
back home."

Nisa took a few minutes to compose herself before responding.  "No, 
it's not that.  It's not that at all," she said.  "Yea, your words were 
kind of harsh, but I was more frustrated that I couldn't think of any 
clever comebacks."

"Nisa, I'll be honest with you," Celine responded.  "It took _me_ 
several weeks before I got any good at this.  I was your age when I 
first started going to the mall with my friend Suzi to learn how to 
tease guys.  She was just a year older, but she was so much more 
experienced."  

At first I started out slowly - tube tops and short skirts or maybe hot 
pants - no, don't even ask.  Over time I got bolder.  I'd bend over 
whenever I knew guys were looking, to give them a long hard look at my 
panties.  Later I started wearing increasingly sexy attire like halter 
tops and camisoles combined with micro minis and go-go boots.  

The first time that I went to the mall wearing something pretty risqu, 
- a skirt so short that my butt cheeks peaked out, I was real nervous.  
I'd never seen older guys look at me with such lust before.  But the 
women were so mean and their remarks were so vicious, that I ended up 
feeling like the dirtiest creature on the planet.  I almost felt like 
completely giving up the teasing game.  If it weren't for my friend 
Suzi, whom I'll tell you about later, I would have.  But Suzi was 
something else.  She would rejoin the snide remarks so masterfully and 
so filthily that the mouthy bitches would simply shut up in shock. 

Some old biddy would loudly say something to her husband like, "Look at 
her, parading her ass like she's a cheap whore!"

Suzi would stop, turn around, and actually walk back to confront the 
bitch.

"Sweetie, your man will be spurting cream over the wonder of my tight 
ass for weeks to come.  Especially when he's forced to slosh around in 
your stretched out old cunt!  Look at the boner I'm giving him right 
now.  I'll bet it's at least twice the size that looking at your scary 
self could ever get it.   And Sugar, I'd be doing him a huge favor, 
taking his paycheck instead of you.  So, bitch, who's the real whore, 
now?!   See ya!"    And Suzi would walk off, triumphant.

Touch,!   Simply brilliant!  It would shut up the slut right in her 
tracks!  She'd be so furious that she couldn't even speak.  Only 
problem was, how was I ever going to complete with that?

For quite a some time afterwards, I'd cover myself completely up, just 
to avoid any further sexual remarks.  But Suzi kept on me and stayed 
with me.  Eventually, I did learn to hold my own verbally.  

"Actually, I've become quite good at it," Celine admitted.  "So I'll 
tell you what, Nisa.  I'll handle the nasty remarks until you feel 
ready.  Alright?"

"I think I can live with that," Nisa said, relieved.

Finally, they arrived at their destination.

The four-story Foothills Park Galleria was huge and luxurious.  All the 
major chains seemed to have a branch there - Delia, Hot Kiss, North 
Pole, DKNY, Prada, XoXo, BeBe, VS, and so many others.  But that's not 
why Celine and Nisa were there.  They were more interested in creating 
demand for their own "brand".

Chaos ensued from the moment that Celine and Nisa emerged from their 
car.  Guys stopped in mid traffic just gawking at the young girl's 
scandalous attire.  Quite a few got so distracted that they forgot to 
brake.   Consequently, accidents were plentiful.  Men walking alone, 
even those with their families, were dumbstruck.  They simply stopped 
and stared.  Their jaws dropped and their trousers bulged, big time.  
Their wives were furious, of course.  And quite a few were seen 
slapping their husbands back to reality.

Nisa was a bit unnerved by all the attention, but Celine thoroughly 
enjoyed it.

Just before they got to the mall entrance, Celine stopped, and turned 
to her friend.  "The key lesson to remember about teasing, Nisa, is 
that you are the one in control.  Got it?"

"I guess so," Nisa replied.

"No!  There's no 'guess so' about it.  You are in control!" Celine 
affirmed.  "Now, repeat after me - 'I am in control'"

"I am in control!" Nisa recited.

"No!  Say it like you mean it!" Celine barked.

"I am in control!" Nisa declared.  

"That's more like it.  Now let's go inside and do this!" Celine 
infused.

Inside, the chaos escalated.   

The mall was packed with lots of people - especially men.  As to be 
expected, there were a several hobby shops, collectibles outlets, and 
even a couple of sporting goods stores.   This mall was also home to 
smoke shops, newsstands, bottle shops, and even an indoor swap meet.  
Along with the typical chain store outlets were plenty of vendors 
appealing to specialized tastes (especially horny males).  All in all, 
it was a perfect place to do the sort of hunting that Celine had in 
mind for Nisa.

Men stopped in their tracks to get a second look at a sight that they 
simply couldn't believe.  Sure they'd gotten plenty used to seeing teen 
girls display their assets in public - that seemed to be the current 
fashion.  But most girls were either too skinny, too fat, too gangly, 
or too cheap-looking to hold a guy's attention for more than a few 
seconds.  Though admittedly, some of the cuter or sluttier ones did 
make more than a few cocks lurch.  Yet, Nisa was a class apart.

This was a tall, gorgeous, healthy-looking All-American type girl 
beautifully wearing a scandalously sinful outfit that most guys would 
give a left nut to have their mistresses wear just once.  And the cocks 
did rise.  Not that Celine was any slouch.  In her short form-fitting 
shirt-dress, the foxy coed drew her share of stares and whistles, as 
well.  But the star of today's show was obviously Nisa. 

Nisa was astonished at all the male attention.  Some simply stared with 
their mouths open.  Others smiled as they stared.  Still others had to 
hastily turn away to hide their obvious arousal.  A few single ones 
even reversed direction and started to follow the young women.

As for the mall's females, that was another story.  Most women glared 
at Nisa and Celine with outright contempt.  Others were far too busy 
protecting their children from the salacious sight.   Quite a few 
sternly barked at their men to stop looking, not that it did much good.  
Though, lest we get too hasty, there were a few, actually quite a few, 
women who smiled appreciatively, some a little bit too much.

Nisa was a bit too overwhelmed by it all to do any serious teasing.  
After a mere 10 minutes, she asked if they could "get out of there and 
go home".  As much as Celine was enjoying the action, she did agree.  
Her pussy was on fire, and she was very much looking forward getting it 
cooled down by a talented tongue.

Using some choice language to ditch most of their entourage, Celine 
ushered Nisa into a nearby fashion boutique to purchase a light cover-
up.   As men started to pour into the little shop catering to trendy 
young women, the sparse sales staff found themselves inundated.  
Fortunately, Celine and Nisa found something that met their needs 
fairly quickly.  Much to the disappointment of her new male fans, Nisa 
kept her purchase on as she bolted from the shop.  Then the two hastily 
retreated back to Celine's Lexus for the hour and a half drive home.

Since Nisa was fairly quiet as they pulled out of the mall parking 
structure, Celine decided to break the ice.  "So Nisa, how did it feel 
to be the object of all that attention?" she asked. 

After a long pause, "It was strange," Nisa replied.  "I felt a little 
like a circus attraction.  It was definitely not something that I'm 
used to."

"So, does that mean you won't do it again?" Celine asked, a bit 
cautiously

Again a long pause before Nisa replied. "No, because, in a way, it 
really was kind of exciting.  I was sort of getting off on all those 
guys admiring me like that.  Not that I wanted to fuck them or 
anything."

"No, of course, not," Celine said encouragingly

"I just think that I need to start off a little slower," Nisa added.  
"I mean, the outfit that Jill picked out for me at Renard was great and 
all, but I'm definitely going to need some time before I can wear that 
in public again."

"Well, that's a real shame," Celine lamented, pausing for effect before 
adding, "Because you look so fucking hot in those mesh stockings.  I 
can't wait to get you home to peel you out of them!"

"Hmm," Nisa replied, starting to feel her own juices flow.  "Maybe this 
outfit does have its uses after all," she giggled.

Much later, sufficiently cooled down and freshly showered, the two 
women continued their conversation on the scenic deck outside Celine's 
suite. 

"Now, as far as your uncles go, I'll leave it up to you whether to fuck 
them or not..." Celine proceeded.

"Whoa!  Wait a minute!" Nisa interrupted.  "What makes you think I even 
want to fuck my uncles!  The very idea pukes me out!   For one, they're 
way too old.  I couldn't stand for any of them to touch me like that.  
For another, I'm their flesh and blood for God's sake!" Nisa argued.

"I'm very sorry, Nisa!  You're absolutely right!"  Celine responded.  
"I guess I was just thinking about how I got started in the art of 
teasing.   Would you like to hear how I learned to be a cock-tease, 
Nisa?"

"Well, I guess so" Nisa replied.  She was still in shock at the thought 
of ever fucking her uncles, but she was even more curious to hear about 
the sexual adventures of her new older friend.

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Chapter 2a - How Celine Became a Cocktease: Celine & Her Uncle, Part One
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"At first," Celine started, "it shocked me that my Uncle Pierre (he was 
30 at the time, I was only 12) got turned on by my little sundresses.   
He was always commenting on how pretty I was in my dresses, and how 
he'd like me to wear them more often.  Well, naturally, I was 
flattered, but I much preferred wearing t-shirts and jeans.   Only on 
special occasions would Mom make me wear my little sundresses.   She 
thought that they were cute, but I just saw them as gross.   They were 
a little too girly, if you know what I mean."

Anyway, it was Uncle Pierre's 30th birthday, and Mom wanted me to wear 
a dress.   As it was going to be quite hot that day, that could only 
mean something light and airy.   Fortunately for me, or so I thought, 
I'd outgrown all the silly sundresses that hung in the back of my 
closet.  I was 12 after all.   But Mom insisted.  She went into the 
closet and picked out the dress she wanted me to wear.  Well, I 
absolutely hated it.  It was old and covered with a silly flower 
pattern.  Plus, it was so short that it barely covered my panties.   If 
I bent over, people could see everything!   I didn't want anyone, 
especially a moldy old uncle, to see my panties.  I'd be way too 
embarrassed.  There was absolutely no way I was going to wear that 
thing!

So I refused to go if I had to wear that horrid dress.  But my Mom was 
the devious sort.  She told me that if wore the dress to my uncle's, 
that she would get me that new pair of sneaker's, I think they were 
Adidas, that I'd been begging her for.  I'd wanted those sneakers 
really badly; so reluctantly I agreed.

When we arrived at Uncle Pierre's, lots of other relatives were there.  
I was so embarrassed at being seen in my little sundress that I ran 
into the house to hide.  I decided that I would play solitaire until 
the food was ready.  I went into the playroom to get a deck of cards, 
but they were on a very high shelf.  I had to stretch to reach them.  
And then, once I'd gotten my fingers on them, they tumbled to the 
floor.  I had to bend over to pick them all up.   When I finally turned 
around to find a folding card table, Uncle Pierre was standing there.  
I remember that he had a strange look on his face.  Plus it was kind of 
flushed.   I asked him if he was okay, and he shook his head a couple 
of times before responding that he was fine.   Then I noticed a huge 
bulge in the front of his trousers.  It scared me to death. 

"Uncle Pierre, what's that?" I asked, pointing at his crotch.   

He became very red when I asked him that.  After a while he said it was 
" ...nothing, just a little too much excitement!   Men sometimes get 
like that!'"

I don't know what came over me, but for some reason I asked him if he'd 
been standing there long.  He said that, yes, he'd been there for a 
little while.  He had come to fetch me for a game of horseshoes.   Now, 
I was starting to get embarrassed.  

'"You didn't see my panties, did you Uncle Pierre?" I asked, mortified 
at the possibility.

He admitted that he did.   I begged him to please not tell anyone that 
he'd seen them.  I'd just die of embarrassment.   

But then he said, "I don't see why you should feel so bad.  I thought 
they were ... very pretty."

Then I noticed his bulge move when he said that.   "Are you feeling too 
much excitement right now, Uncle?" I asked, extremely curious.  

He turned his head away and tried to adjust his trousers, but said 
nothing.  

"It was my panties, wasn't it?'" I asked, growing just a little bit 
bolder.   

Still he said nothing. Now, I was starting to feel a little tingling 
sensation inside my panties.  That surprised me, but it was kind of a 
pleasant feeling.  

After nearly a minute of uneasy silence, Uncle Pierre blurted out "Okay 
I'll make you a deal.  I won't say anything about your panties, if you 
don't say anything about my excitement."

Not knowing the bargaining position I really had, I readily agreed.  
"Deal!" I said.  

By that time, Uncle Pierre's bulge had shrunk back to normal.  He said 
"Let's go outside."  But I was still too embarrassed.  So I told him 
that I wanted to play solitaire instead.

Dinner was ready shortly after that.  We all sat down at a big table in 
the backyard.  I was relieved, because no one could see my dress hike 
up under the red-checkered table cloth.   After dinner, we all went 
back inside to listen to the old folks tell stories about the past.  I 
pretended to be a little cold, so that I could hide my dress under a 
blanket.

Once back home, I had lots of time to think about what had happened.  
One thing that I was still curious about was what had caused the 
tingling sensation in my panties, actually my pussy (Of course, I 
didn't use the word 'pussy' then; it wasn't polite.  Instead, ladies 
used the word 'heinie'.)  I wanted to know what had caused the tingling 
sensation in my heinie.  So I developed a plan.  First, I asked my Mom 
if I could spend the day at Uncle Pierre's.  I told her that I felt bad 
about hiding inside the house the last time I was there, and I wanted 
to make it up to him.  My Mom was quite pleased that I could be so 
considerate.   She called Uncle Pierre on the phone, and he agreed to 
have me over the next Saturday.  I could hardly wait!   

By the time Saturday rolled around, I was fit to be tied.  I was 
wearing my normal t-shirt and jeans, but I'd hidden the sundress in a 
paper bag at the bottom of my knapsack.  I made sure to wear my 
prettiest panties.

Uncle Pierre gave me a big hug when I arrived.  Mom drove off, after 
getting Pierre to agree to drive me home.  Once inside the house, I 
asked Uncle Pierre, if he would mind if I changed into a dress.  He 
thought it was a curious request, but he agreed.

Uncle Pierre's eyes bugged out when he saw me come downstairs in the 
little sundress.  I had deliberately shrunk the dress by repeatedly 
washing it in hot water.   Now it was so short that the seat of my 
panties was completely exposed.

I couldn't fail to notice the huge bulge growing in his trousers, yet I 
didn't say anything.  Of course, the real reason I kept my mouth shut 
was that the marvelous tingling sensations had returned.   I did 
everything I could think of to give Uncle Pierre a show of my panties.  
I bent over.  I reached up on my tiptoes.  I spread my legs in the most 
unladylike fashion.  I deliberately hiked up my dress.  (He actually 
moaned when I did that.)   I guess I must have been successful, because 
his bulge never deflated the whole time I was there.   Well, actually 
it did, once.  He said that he had to go to the bathroom.  He was up 
there for very long time.  When he finally came down, the bulge was 
gone, but he smelled a little funny.  I was still too young realize 
that I had gotten my uncle so hot that he'd been forced to beat off for 
relief.

"Ew! Yuck!" Nisa exclaimed.

"Ew, yuck, yourself," Celine replied, before continuing.

"Anyway, the more I showed Uncle Pierre my panties, the more powerful 
the tingling sensations became.   Eventually I started to get wet down 
there as well.  Now that scared me.  I'd known what my period was.  Mom 
and I had talked about that, but this was something different.  At 
first, I thought it was pee, and I started to get really embarrassed, 
but this didn't feel like pee.  It was more like lotion.   So much was 
coming out that my panties were getting soaked.  I felt that the only 
way to hide the wetness from my uncle was to take my panties off and 
give them time to dry.  In the meantime, I knew I'd have to have to 
stop my panty flashing, since I wasn't wearing them any longer.  
Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, I ended up displaying my bare 
heinie almost every time I moved.   I was mortified.   Then I noticed 
that Uncle Pierre was acting unusually strangely.

Not only was he acting funny, but sweat was beading on his forehead.  
Yet even more surprising was that now, instead of a bulge, there was a 
huge tent in Uncle Pierre's trousers.  I was fascinated.  I'd never 
seen anything like it.  It seemed to be making him very uncomfortable, 
and me, as well.  

I was tingling and dripping like crazy.   I rushed to sit on the couch 
to hide my condition.  The darn sundress hiked up to expose not only my 
crotch but my entire butt!  I was sitting butt-naked on my uncle's 
couch!  I noticed my uncle's tent jump when he saw me sitting like that 
on the couch.   I wanted to ask him whether he was getting 'too much 
excitement' again, but I was too embarrassed by what my body was doing.   
Looking very confused, my uncle finally left the room.   By this time 
my wetness was starting to soak into the couch.   After my uncle left 
the room, I spread my legs open just wide enough to assess the extent 
of the damage I'd done to his couch.  I definitely hadn't counted on 
him returning so soon.  

Uncle Pierre caught me sitting spread-legged on his couch without 
panties and a huge wet spot growing between my legs.   I was so 
mortified that I started to cry.   I cried because of the horrible wet 
spot on my uncle's couch and also because my nasty heinie had been 
exposed.   I just knew that my uncle had to be totally disgusted with 
me.  Boy, was I wrong.

Completely forgetting that I was there, my uncle had pulled out his 
thingie (actually, his penis, but that was another word that wasn't 
polite to use) and was moving his right hand very quickly up and down 
over it.   I was so fascinated that I stopped crying immediately.   I 
couldn't take my eyes off of the amazing sight.   Uncle Pierre's eyes 
were half-closed and his hand was now moving so fast that it was almost 
a blur.   Finally, he grunted some very nasty words and this gooey 
white stuff came shooting out of his thingie.   For almost thirty 
seconds, the stuff just kept shooting out.   There was a whole lot of 
it.  Uncle Pierre had actually made quite a mess, as it was spread all 
over the wooden floor.   When my uncle finally looked up and saw me 
staring at him, he turned beet red and ran up the stairs into the 
bathroom.  I ran up after him, concerned that he might not be well, 
even though my heinie was tingling fiercely.

"Uncle," I cried, "Please come out.  Are you okay?  Please come out and 
talk to me.  Uncle, please!  I promise I won't tell.  Just talk to me!"

After a couple of minutes, he came out.  His eyes were still red.  
"Looks like we've both been crying" I said, trying to make him feel 
better."

My uncle profusely apologized for doing what he did.  He said that he 
just hadn't been able to control himself.  I asked him what was so bad 
about what he did.  I actually thought it was the coolest thing I had 
ever seen.  

Uncle Pierre explained to me that when a man gets too excited, sexually 
excited, the excitement builds up to a point in his body where he has 
no choice but to release it.  When that happens, a man helps the 
release process along by stroking his penis.   Eventually, all the 
sexual excitement gets released when the cum, that white stuff I saw, 
shoots out of the end of the penis.
 
"So you're okay now, uncle?" I asked.

"Well I won't be as long as you keep showing me your pussy, I mean, 
your heinie" he replied, smiling.   

"You mean the sight of my heinie caused you to get too excited?  You 
don't think it's gross?' I asked.   

Then he started laughing.  I was even more mortified.  I was about to 
say something mean to him, when he said, "No honey, your pussy is so 
sexy that it gets me excited, so excited that I have to beat off.  In 
fact, just thinking about it is making me hard again."  

I remember that the words Uncle Pierre used sounded nasty, but the 
feelings he expressed seemed wonderful.   Now, I didn't feel so bad 
about my heinie anymore.  Actually, I was starting feel a little proud 
of it, but I was still worried about the wet spot on his couch.  "But 
what about the wet spot I left on your couch, uncle?  Aren't you mad 
about that?"

He looked at me for a second, then asked if it was pee.  I told him 
that I didn't think so.  Then he broke into a big smile, and said, 
"Ahhh."

"Well what is it?" I asked, some of my righteous anger returning.   

Honey," he said.  "Just as when a man gets too excited and starts to 
get hard, a woman can get too excited also.  Only, women show their 
excitement by oozing juice from their pussies."

Again his words sounded nasty, but they seemed to explain a lot.  There 
was still a lot that I wanted have explained, though.

"First, Uncle, I'm still a girl.  This woman stuff won't apply to me," 
I said.

"'But sweetheart, you _are_ a young woman now, and a very beautiful one 
at that," he replied. 

At that moment, his words made me feel like the most beautiful woman in 
the world.  But I still had one more question.

"Uncle, why doesn't my own sexual excitement feel that great?  It's 
like I have an itch in my heinie that seriously needs to be scratched" 
I said.  

"I know just what to do to make you feel better," he said.  "Stay 
seated right there, and I'll show you."

Do you know what my uncle did?  He licked his forefinger and stuck it 
inside my heinie!

That felt good by itself, but when he started moving his finger around 
inside, that felt even better.   The way he moved that finger was like 
magic.  All of sudden, I felt a tiny jolt of electricity pass through 
me.   At first, I was afraid, because the feeling was so strong.  

Well, the next time he touched that spot, I was much less shocked.  Now 
I was starting to feel jolts of pleasure race throughout my entire 
body.  The feeling was so good, that I automatically started to press 
my heinie harder against his finger.  It was as if my heinie wanted to 
swallow that finger whole.  That's when he shoved the second finger in.   

Oh my god!  Now my heinie was humping both his fingers with a frenzy.   
I was no longer in control anymore.  I simply wanted those fingers to 
move deeper and faster inside me.   Uncle Pierre must have read my 
mind, because that's just what he started to do.

Suddenly my body started to convulse.  It was shaking all over.  I felt 
my heinie clamp tight around my uncle's fingers.  Then the most 
glorious feeling exploded throughout my body.  I screamed a very nasty 
word, the feeling of pleasure was that deep and powerful.   The impact 
of the pleasure was hitting me in ever-increasing waves.  The ecstasy 
waves seemed to go on forever.   At that moment, I felt deeply in love, 
not just with the feeling but with everything - my uncle, my body, the 
entire room!   Words can't express the depth of what I was feeling.   

When I finally returned to reality, Uncle Pierre had his left arm 
wrapped around me, and his face against mine.   I felt like the most 
protected, most loved little girl in the world. Two fingers of his 
right hand were still stuck in my heinie.  My sex muscles hadn't 
released them yet!  

But, my god!  I'd made a horrible mess on his couch.  My girl-juice had 
dribbled into a huge puddle all over the couch cushion.  Uncle Pierre 
kissed me tenderly, and told me not to worry.  He said that he would 
clean everything up.

After we both showered and got cleaned up, we just sat on the couch, 
holding each other and watching television.  [I'd even put my panties 
back on since they were finally dry.]   I felt like a real woman for 
the first time in my life.  And I'd never felt closer to my uncle than 
I did at that moment.

Around 8pm, my uncle suggested that I change back into my t-shirt and 
jeans so that we could make the hour-long journey back to my Mom.   

Uncle Pierre advised me that I should practice doing to myself what 
he'd done with his fingers.  He said that I should practice even when I 
didn't need any release from that tingling feeling.  He said that I 
would get much better over time, as I got to know my body.  Was he ever 
right about that!  

Finally he made me promise not to tell anyone about our 'little 
adventure', as he called it.  Not even my best girlfriend!  Silly man, 
I thought.  I'd already promised not to betray our little secret.

Over time, as we became more intimate, we graduated to other things.  
Eventually, we even started fucking.  As I mentioned before, I believed 
myself to be in love with my uncle; so I simply considered fucking to 
be a natural consequence of all the other things that we'd done.   

Unfortunately, that turned out to be a mistake.  But I'll tell you more 
about that later."

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Chapter 2b - Celine Continues Nisa's Training
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"Until I enrolled in the Academy, 4 years later, I hadn't shared that 
secret with any other living soul.  I only shared it with the Academy, 
because they promised to keep it confidential.  I'm sharing this with 
you, Nisa, because I feel that I can trust you."  Celine said.

"Celine, I give you my word.  On my honor!  You can trust me without 
worry." Nisa promised.  At that moment Nisa's head spun with 
possibilities for love, lust, and romance.

"Celine, there's just one more thing!" Nisa whispered.

"What is it sweetheart?" Celine asked.

"Celine, could we find someplace private where you could show me how to 
relieve my sexual 'excitement'.  Your story has gotten me very, what's 
the word?, horny."

"Nisa, nothing in the world would please me more," Celine replied. 

For the next four hours, in Celine's hotel room, the two young women 
lovingly explored their most intimate regions.

The next day found the two women sitting on a park bench, continuing 
the dialogue begun the day before.

"Nisa, Let's get back to the conversation about fucking your uncles," 
Celine resumed.  "Just keep in mind that they still see you as their 
niece, as someone to protect and not exploit.  As a young girl still in 
need of adult protection and guidance, you certainly don't want to 
jeopardize that.  It's a precious gift, as I now well know.  And as 
long as you're not too brutal, they may even enjoy being teased," 
Celine said.

"What's 'too brutal'?" Nisa interrupted.

"Well that depends upon how much control you have over the guy," Celine 
replied.  "The simple answer is - any tease that belittles or 
embarrasses him may be considered brutal.  For example, you could ask a 
guy if your short skirt is making him 'uncomfortable'.  You could even 
bend over and smile at him.  Those are mild teases.  But if you were to 
taunt him with 'Oh, is poor Johnny having a hard time adjusting his 
trousers?', that might be crossing the line.

"A comment like that suggests that you are deliberately making fun of 
the guy.  You're flaunting the fact that you see him as your personal 
plaything, rather than as a simple victim of 'accidental' sexual 
stimulation.  Once a guy feels that you're having sexual fun at his 
expense, he may want to get even.  He might want to rape you or 
pressure you to have sex, which is pretty much the same thing.

"Do you see what I mean?" Celine asked.

"Not really," Nisa replied.

"Alright, let me put it another way," Celine responded.  "As long as 
you pretend to act surprised that the guy is getting aroused by your 
sexy attire or behavior, that's okay.  As long as you pretend to ignore 
the evidence of his arousal, that's okay.  As long as you're 
comfortable with the fact that that the guy is getting aroused, that's 
okay.  But as soon as you start to criticize or ridicule him for 
getting excited, that's not okay.  

"Understand that guys can't help getting aroused when what you wear or 
how you act makes them think about sex.  Guys think about sex most of 
the time anyway.  Consider teasing as a way to give them an excuse to 
include you in their fantasies.   

"Preferably, you'll want to incite fantasies that don't degrade you - 
fantasies that you can accept, if not actually share.  For example, I'm 
not usually offended when a guy says that he wants to 'slip his shaft 
up me'.  Of course, it depends upon the guy.  Although I'm not 
attracted to men, the thought of something thick and smooth sliding 
into me for hours is still nice.  

"What you don't want to encourage are fantasies where you're being hurt 
or degraded.  Obviously, you don't want the guy to fantasize about you 
choking on his unwashed cock, or, even worse, choking on the cocks of 
10 of his filthy buddies, do you?" Celine paused.

"Ew, how gross!!" Nisa responded.  "Certainly not!"

"You don't want him to imagine fucking you against your will, pounding 
into you until you chafe or bleed, do you?" Celine asked?

"Oh God no!" Nisa exclaimed.

"You don't want him to imagine himself angrily pumping you full of his 
baby-making seed, then pulling out without you receiving any pleasure 
at all, do you?" Celine asked.

"Uhhgh!  I don't want his nasty seed in me at all!" Nisa grimaced.

"Sorry about that one, Nisa.  It wasn't the best example," Celine 
admitted.  "Let me start over."

"Okay, once they become aroused, all most guys think about is getting 
their own rocks off.   They're not really thinking of you at all.  
They're like overfilled flesh balloons needing to release the excess 
pressure that their wicked fantasies have created." 

"So, let me get this straight.  When I tease a guy, he just sees me as 
some kind of sex object to beat off to?  What's the fucking point?" 
Nisa challenged.

Celine quickly picked up on the girl's outrage.  "I can see I've 
explained this rather badly, Nisa," she sighed.  

"In the so-called modern world, men see us as sex objects anyway - if 
they even see us at all!  Plain or homely women are routinely ignored 
by men.  And, heaven forbid, if a woman is considered ugly!  

"In an ideal world, men would appreciate women for their inner beauty, 
their personalities, and their strength.  But sweetheart, that's not 
our world.  At least, not yet, and, possibly, not for another century.  
Of course, I want men to see the whole person when they look at me.  
But do they?  No!  If I'm pretty, they want to display me as if I were 
a prize-winner at the state fair.   If I'm sexy, they want to lock me 
up and use me for their private pleasure.  If I'm plain, they want to 
hide me at home and make me their house servant."  

"Yes Nisa, in a way, teasing does perpetuate the idea of women as sex 
objects.  But what teasing also does, as long as it's not too brutal, 
is to force men to exercise a little self-control over their sexual 
responses.  That in itself could open up new opportunities for women to 
more freely express themselves in their attire and behavior.  What a 
woman chooses to wear shouldn't incite an automatic 'got to fuck it' 
response in the male mind.  Take swimsuits, for example.  Unless she's 
exceptionally endowed, most guys think nothing of seeing a pretty girl 
in a one-piece (or even a bikini, for that matter)."

"You mean big boobs, don't you?" Nisa interrupted, giggling.

"Yes, something like that," Celine continued, smiling.  "But take that 
same girl and put her in a pair of tight pants or a miniskirt, garments 
that actually reveal a lot less flesh, and suddenly guys are knee-deep 
in carnal thoughts about her.  Is it the woman's fault for wearing 
those items?  No, of course not.  She may simply feel playful in the 
pants.  The miniskirt may simply offer a way to expose more of her skin 
to the fresh air.  In any case, a woman should have the same right to 
wear those garments as she does her swimsuit, without conveying the 
message that 'I'm asking for it by wearing this!'  Eventually, tight 
pants and miniskirts may cease to trigger male arousal, just like 
swimsuits do now.  And then again, women may still want to use the 
occasional miniskirt as a sex aid in getting a man's interest.  There's 
nothing wrong with that either," Celine paused.

"So what teasing really does is let women have a little fun, while men 
learn to control themselves," Celine concluded.

"Alright, okay!  Maybe teasing's not so bad after all," Nisa allowed.

"No, Nisa.  It's not.  And I have a good feeling that you're going be 
great at it," Celine replied.

"Thanks," Nisa said, blushing.

"Now what were we talking about before digressing onto the politics of 
teasing?" Celine asked.

"I think we were talking about whether or not to fuck my uncles," Nisa 
giggled.

"Ah yes, so we were". Celine replied  "But how about us continuing this 
discussion over a couple of ice-cold milkshakes?  I'm thirsty enough to 
drink a cow.  You game?"

"Yeah, that sounds awesome!" Nisa exclaimed.

Once inside a nearby ice cream fountain, their conversation resumed.

"My experience has been that the less often you fuck a man, the more 
control you actually have over him.  Initially, for the first year, at 
least, don't give in to sex from them [your uncles]," Celine began.

"Nisa, as your teasing brings you closer to your uncles, you may be 
sorely tempted to fuck them, and, my god, they are gorgeous hunks, but 
don't do it.  You must drive them to desire you so fiercely that they 
will do anything for you.  You'll want them so horny for you that 
they'll give you anything simply to lick your pussy.  (And you know how 
good that feels, don't you, you little slut?)   Anyway, such an intense 
level of male desire can make a girl's loins melt.  I get so fucking 
hot knowing that some guy wants me desperately enough to sell his soul, 
that I can orgasm for hours by my own touch."

"But what about love?" Nisa asked.  "What if I want to fuck a guy 
because I love him?  What if I want to feel him inside me and next to 
me as often as possible?  Why should I have to play games with someone 
I love?   Come to think of it, what actually happened between you and 
your uncle?"

"Those are very good questions, Nisa," Celine replied.  "And I promise 
to return the story of me and my uncle.  But first, let me share with 
you a little something about love.  

"I'll begin by saying that you're absolutely right.  You shouldn't need 
to play games with someone you love.  Yet, from what I've seen with 
men, and most married couples, for that matter, is that knowing how to 
re-ignite or induce desire is what keeps the relationship full, fresh, 
and satisfying.   That's where creative play comes in.  Men (and women, 
too, I must admit) are creatures of the hunt.  It's biological.  We are 
far more interested in lively prey that presents a challenge than a 
limp body that meekly waits to be taken.   Once you reach the point 
where you throw yourself at a man, where you're in desperate need of 
his sexual attentions just to feel alive, then you've lost.  You've 
lost him and you've lost yourself."

"Whoa!  How can I lose a man if I'm giving him all he wants, and as 
much as he wants?" Nisa interrupted.  

"You lose him because he gets bored with you," Celine replied.  "Let me 
give you an analogy.  You like chocolate, right?"

"Yeah?" Nisa cautiously responded.

"Suppose that you could have as much chocolate as you wanted, whenever 
you want.  That would be great, right?"  Celine paused for a response.

"Well, of course!" Nisa replied.

"Now imagine that you've gorged yourself on chocolate, almost to the 
point of making yourself sick.   Would any more chocolate make you 
happy then?" Celine again paused.

"Well, no," Nisa admitted.

"Would you be willing to eat another piece of chocolate right away, 
even though you were stuffed, just to make someone else happy?" Celine 
asked.

"No, why should I?" Nisa asserted.

"Well, that's how sex is.   Sometimes you're able to gorge on sex when 
it's so readily available.  But after too much gorging, even sex begins 
to lose its appeal.   You need a break.  You crave something different, 
perhaps someone different.   That's how men are with sex.  Too much of 
a good thing drives them away.   And when a woman is asked to provide 
sex when she doesn't want to, the man's neediness drives her away.   
The only true solution is balance - balance and moderation.  Think of 
teasing as a light snack between full meals.   You and your man get a 
taste of what you each need without gorging yourselves sick."

"Okay, Celine, I'm beginning to understand how I could lose a man with 
too much sex, but how would I lose myself?" Nisa countered.

Celine was brief and to the point.  "You lose yourself when it becomes 
more important to please and take care of him rather than realizing 
your own fantasies or catering to your own needs.  You need to be a 
whole person to be a good lover.  You need to appreciate your needs, 
just as much as you appreciate your partner's.  You should expect from 
him no less an appreciation for who you are, than what you lavish on 
him.   Love demands a willingness to cherish yourself just as 
completely as you adore your partner." 

"Jeez, Celine.  You make love seem like something that requires a great 
amount of effort and knowledge to maintain.  How come television 
portrays love as this intoxicating feeling that magically makes 
everything better?" Nisa demanded.

"Nisa, what television portrays as love is little but lust, little more 
than commercially-packaged animal desire." Celine sighed.  "Desire, as 
with lust, is as fleeting as last year's fashion.  Just as with the 
latest hot new CD - how long can you consider it your favorite before 
the next must-have disk comes along?   Love is an enduring 
appreciation, that must be able withstand changes in fashion, 
circumstance, and fortune.  Maybe it's time I finished the story of my 
uncle and me."

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Chapter 2c - How Celine Became a Cocktease: Celine & Her Uncle, Part Two
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Uncle Pierre and I continued to spend time together - at least twice a 
month.  I'd tease him with my short dresses, pretty panties, and 
sometimes my hairless pussy.  He'd come like a roman fountain two or 
three times each visit.  I'd get so turned on from teasing him that I'd 
have to finger myself senseless a half-dozen times before the day's 
end.   Little did I know that all the practice I'd been doing only 
served to increase my appetite for sexual stimulation.

Uncle Pierre and I did other things beside sex, as well.  We cooked 
together.  We played board games.  We rode horses.  We'd go shopping at 
the mall.  And there was plenty of other stuff.  For 3 months we were 
as close as an uncle and niece could be.  Uncle Pierre was always 
telling me how much he loved me.  I thought that I was truly in love, 
myself.

Uncle Pierre was always eager to finger me to orgasm (of course, I 
didn't know what that word was at the time, I just called it 'that 
happy feeling'), but as I grew more adept, I preferred to do it myself.  
I was simply a lot better at it.  So instead, he offered to lick my 
pussy.  I agreed to give it a try.  As it turned out my uncle was 
exceptionally good at licking me to that happy feeling.  Oh God!  I'd 
climax so many times under the expert ministrations of his tongue that 
I'd have to beg him to stop and let me catch my breath.   

We still did lots of other things together, but my Mom began to worry 
that I was spending too much time with my uncle.   Of course, I 
resisted.  But when she forced me to tell her why I wanted to visit him 
so often, I had to back down.  I couldn't tell her that I was in love 
with my uncle.  And I certainly couldn't tell her about our sex play.   
As a measure of just how naive I was, I didn't consider his licking me 
to that happy feeling as actual sex.   Anyway, pretty soon, our visits 
were down to just once every 2 months.

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Chapter 3a - The World According to Suzi
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With my visits to my uncle cut back so drastically, I had plenty of 
time to spend with my old friends.  I renewed my friendship with a girl 
named Suzi from school.   Suzi was almost 15, two years older than me, 
and, consequently, had that much more sexual experience.  Those two 
extra years made all the difference.  Suzi introduced me to a whole new 
sexual universe.   First and foremost, she taught me about boys.

Suzi said that boys were always thinking about sex.  She said that 
something in their bodies (hormones, she called them) made boys 
sexually excited most of the time.  Being sexually excited so much made 
them crazy.  She said that boys wanted to get into girls' pants (a nice 
way of saying they wanted to fuck them) primarily to release all that 
sexual excitement.  She said that boys liked fucking so much, because 
it felt so good releasing all that tension (in the form of cum) through 
their cocks (another word for penis).  She said that girls like fucking 
too, but that most boys didn't know how to do it right.  Suzi said that 
when a girl got fucked the right way, she felt really good, too.  I 
remember her using the word, orgasm, when talking about how sex made 
girls feel good.  

The shock of recognition struck me.  'So that's what I was experiencing 
whenever my uncle would lick me down there', I thought to myself.

Suzi told me about something called 'giving head' - that's where you 
lick, suck, and deep-throat (yes, I know it sounds gross) a boy's penis 
in a special way to make it spurt.  She used an English cucumber (a 
skinny one) to show me how to do it.  She said that giving head made 
boys go crazy.  Suzi also taught me a lot about fucking.  To her, only 
fucking was real sex.  Like a lot of girls, Suzi didn't think of giving 
head as sex.   

One time, Suzi showed me some really nasty pictures of young girls 
being fucked by older men in all sorts of strange positions.   She said 
that she'd borrowed the pictures from her older brother's secret porn 
collection (some secret, huh?).  Since I didn't know very much about 
any of this sex stuff (my uncle and I hadn't done very much, yet) - I 
had to ask her what 'porn' was.   

She told me that 'porn' was the kind of nasty pictures that she'd shown 
me.  Porn was like mental sex candy for guys.  Guys look at the 
pictures, get all excited, then stroke their cocks until the cum shoots 
out.  She told me that most porn was sick stuff.   Some of it was good, 
though.  Suzi said that porn helped boys to learn about sex.  But once 
they learned about sex, Suzi felt that they shouldn't need the porn any 
more.  Suzi said that real boys wanted to fuck real girls - not 
pictures.   "It's only perverts that keep using porn," she said.

Suzi told me about her first few sexual experiences with boys.   She'd 
first had sex at the age of 13.  The boy's name was Robert.  He was 15.  

The very first day they met, Robert and Suzi made out (they kissed and 
felt up each other).  After that they did it every chance they got.   
Robert was cute and funny.  Suzi thought she was in love.  

Pretty soon though, Robert started pressuring Suzi to have sex.  Still 
a virgin, Suzi didn't feel comfortable with the idea of having sex.  
But Robert kept telling her that having sex would show him how much she 
loved him.  After two weeks of Robert's constant badgering, Suzi 
finally gave in.

Suzi got her first taste of sex with Robert on a blanket in the garden 
shed in back of her house; and it was horrible.  It hurt so bad that 
she cried; and she bled like crazy.  

"Why did Suzi bleed?" Nisa interrupted.

"Oh!"  Celine exclaimed, a little amused that Nisa didn't know about 
the hymen.  "Yes, I forgot to explain that," Celine said, recovering 
quickly.  "Suzi bled because it was her first time having sex.  All 
women, at one time or another, have a membrane inside their vaginas 
called a 'hymen'.  The hymen is like a porous protective wall that is 
actually quite flexible.  In fact, some are flexible enough to remain 
intact even after intercourse.  But once the hymen is broken, by 
penetration (i.e. sex) or rough physical activity like horseback 
riding, it will bleed.  Having the hymen broken is a very uncomfortable 
feeling for most women," Celine said. "But a skillful lover can make 
the discomfort quickly fade to the background."

"Now back to my story," Celine resumed.  

As for Robert, the little twerp shot his wad almost immediately.  With 
absolutely no concern for Suzi's painful discomfort, he made up some 
lame excuse, and ran off.  Can you believe it!   The guy gets his rocks 
off, and then leaves his professed girlfriend curled up on a dirty 
blanket alone, in pain, and feeling thoroughly violated by his sticky 
seed.

And the next day at school, Robert ignored Suzi as if she were a 
pariah!

"Isn't a 'pariah' kind of fish?" Nisa interrupted.

Celine stifled a little giggle before answering.  "No, you mean 
piranha" she replied.  "A 'pariah' is someone whom everyone else tries 
to avoid.  It's as if that person has the 'cooties', and everyone else 
is afraid of catching it.   People who are horribly disfigured or who 
have really bad personal hygiene are often treated as pariahs."

"Oh, I see" Nisa said.  "Sorry about interrupting you."

"That's quite alright sweetie" Celine replied.  "Now, getting back to 
my story ..." 

Suzi was so angry with Robert that she vowed revenge.  Not only had he 
robbed her of her precious virginity, but his bragging the day after 
that had unfairly earned Suzi the label of 'school slut'.  Yet, instead 
of lowering her head in shame, Suzi decided to fight back.  She decided 
to humiliate Robert.  The best way she knew to do that was to spread 
vicious rumors about the size of his penis.  Also, since everyone was 
calling her a slut, Suzi was determined to act the part to its fullest.  

Taking a cue from the sexy soaps and sitcoms on television, Suzi 
quickly learned the art of dressing to get fucked.  She learned that 
plenty of guys go nuts over girls in miniskirts.  Lots of girls look 
cute in them, especially with dark tights, but it takes a girl with 
exceptional legs to make them look sexy.   Suzi had great legs for a 
13-year old high school freshman.   Though she hadn't previously been a 
fan of short shorts (baggy jeans and oversized tees were more her 
style), she looked fantastic in them.   After her humiliation by 
Robert, Suzi wore nothing but miniskirts and micro-shorts, much to the 
chagrin of her single mother.

"Aren't micro-shorts the ones that show a girl's butt bulging out of 
the bottom?" Nisa interrupted.

"Yes!" Celine replied.  "Some people also call them 'ass shorts'"

"Ew, how gross!  Why would anyone want to see that?" Nisa grimaced, 
totally forgetting about the scandalous outfit she'd worn earlier.

"Nisa, aren't you forgetting something?" Celine prompted.  "Wasn't it 
you who was showing quite a bit of bottom in that little skirt you were 
wearing this afternoon?"

"Um, well, yeah," Nisa sheepishly replied.

"Think about it, Nisa.  If guys are already eager to see your panties 
whenever you bend over, just think how excited they'd become if they 
could see some bare butt flesh!"

"Omigod!  Guys are so gross!" Nisa scowled.

"Well, yes, but that kind of attention, even if it's just to her butt, 
can sometimes make a girl feel special.  Sort of like the way that 
Uncle Pierre's attention to my heinie made me feel special," Celine 
replied.

"Oh!" Nisa said.

"Now, may I continue?" Celine asked, not intending to wait for an 
answer.

Suzi started wearing very tight baby tees, ones that exposed her belly.   
She also would wear very tight stretch pants whenever it was too chilly 
for short shorts.  For some reason, guys go crazy over girls with nice 
bodies in tight clothing.  Of course, she still wore miniskirts all 
year round.  She found that guys were particularly fond of tiny denim 
miniskirts, you know, the ones that just barely over your butt.   When 
she first wore those, she felt she needed to be extra careful about 
sitting and bending over.  But after she noticed guys always wanting to 
get a peek of her panties whenever she wore her denim micro miniskirts, 
she ceased caring about how she sat or how often she bent over.  In 
fact, Suzi became _very_ popular with the boys after she got 
comfortable wearing micro minis.

Once she started to become popular, she launched her revenge by 
seducing all of Robert's friends.  With each one, Suzi would heap 
exaggerated praise over the size of his equipment (whether it was 
larger or not), at the deliberate expense of Robert's.  Within less 
than a week, the other girls all began to shun Robert.  The rumors 
about Robert's 'micro-penis' got so bad that the poor guy couldn't even 
pay to get laid.

Her work with Robert finished, Suzi moved on.  She ended up fucking her 
way through the entire high school football team.  Though she had yet 
to experience her first orgasm, Suzi learned a lot about what boys like 
from those early experiences. 

Unfortunately, though she didn't know it at the time, all that fucking 
ended up getting Suzi pregnant.

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Chapter 3b - Suzi Meets Renaldo
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It was then that an older man named Renaldo came into Suzi's life.

Walking home late from school one day, Nisa noticed a well-dressed man 
leaning against a very nice car.  He was staring right at her.   A 
noticeable bulge had formed in his trousers, which was perfectly 
understandable given what Suzi was wearing.

Suzi had on a denim micromini that was so short her butt cheeks peaked 
out.  With her white platform sneakers, the girl's long bare legs 
looked absolutely fantastic.  She also wore a severely cropped wife-
beater tee that exposed several inches of smooth firm belly.   

The man told Suzi that she looked "good enough to eat".

Although Suzi heard this a lot lately, she still smiled.  Unlike the 
leering male teachers at school, this guy was kind of cute, for an 
older man.  Suzi pegged him at around 30.  He had black hair and blue 
eyes - a very winning combination.  He was a little over six foot tall.  
His body was slender, but well muscled.  Plus, he had on some very 
sleek threads - a beautifully patterned cotton shirt, a pair of nicely 
pressed black slacks, and some gorgeous burgundy leather shoes.  The 
car, a BMW or something, was no slouch either.  She wouldn't mind being 
taken for a spin in that ride.

Suzi stopped walking, to hear what else this cute guy might say.

"I've never seen a young woman as beautiful as you," he continued in a 
rich baritone voice tinged with a hint of Florentine Italian. 

Suzi blushed, but remained silent.  She knew full well that it was a 
line, but it was a line so wonderfully rendered.

"My name's Renaldo, what's yours?" he asked.

"My name's Suzi," she finally replied.  "So, what are you doing here?"

Renaldo hesitated for a second.  "I've wanted to meet you for some 
time," he said.

"Why?" Suzi asked, getting suspicious.

"For the past six weeks, my friend, Henry has been telling me all about 
your exploits.  From what he's told me, you seem to be a cool character 
who's in charge of her sexuality, and who doesn't give a shit what 
other people think.  Personally, I like that," he said.

"Who the heck is Henry, and how does he know me?" Suzi challenged.

"I believe you already know him.  He's the janitor at your school!" 
Renaldo replied.

"How in the world would you know our janitor?" Suzi countered.

"Henry and I grew up in the same neighborhood.  We've known each other 
since kindergarten.  Henry just took a different path than I did."

"Well isn't that cozy?" Suzi sneered.  "So what do you want?  And how 
do I know that you're not some kind of pervert?"

"As a connoisseur of gorgeous young women in shirt tight skirts, I 
guess that does make me some kind of pervert," Renaldo replied.  "As 
for what I want, I believe that we can help each other."

"Is that so?" Suzi snapped.  "I can just imagine how I could help you!  
That fact that you want to fuck the shit of out of me is all too 
obvious.  Just look at you, you're already getting a woody just 
thinking about it!  Or, maybe, you just want to slink home and jack 
off?"

"Look, if I wanted to jack off I wouldn't be here talking to you right 
now.  I'd probably be across the street ogling you from the protection 
of the heavily tinted windows of my beat-up older American car," he 
replied.  "While my eyes bugged out, meticulously recording your every 
curve for future mental replay, I'd be drooling all over my unshaven 
self.   The squashed remains of a half-eaten quarter-pounder, still in 
the wrapper, would be stuck to the floor.  Several worn and sticky porn 
magazines would be strewn across the back seat.  My pudgy paunch would 
be covered with food droppings, mustard, and ketchup.  My filthy 
trousers would be stained from God knows what, and my fly would be 
open.  I would probably have one fat hairy hand on my tiny dick, 
quickly choking it to climax.  Wouldn't you agree?   But that's not me, 
as you can clearly see."

Impressed by the man's poise, his handsome looks, and his colorful 
description of a lifelike pervert, Suzi could only smile. "You really 
are a sick puppy," she paused, "but you're kind of cute, too.  So how 
would you be able you help me?"

"Well, what do you want - clothing, jewelry, music, wheels, money?" he 
asked.

"Now, you're speaking my language!" Suzi purred.  "How about all of the 
above!   So, where are you taking me today, stud?" 

Stunned by Suzi's rapid acquiescence, Renaldo just shook his head in 
wonder.  "You really are something!" he said, as he opened the car door 
for lovely young girl.

"I know a great place with hot music that also serves the best pizza in 
town.  So what about it?" he offered.

"Hot music, really?" Suzi challenged.  "How would you know anything 
about what's hot, and what I might possibly like?"

"Does 'Slow Cooked Devil Dogs' sound familiar?" he asked.

"Duh, of course!" Suzi replied.   "Who doesn't know them?  They're one 
of the hottest local bands around.  I really like their stuff."

"Well their lead drummer owns this place.  It's even named after him - 
a little place called Kenny's," Renaldo said.

"You're shitting me!" Suzi cried.  "That place is the bomb!   I've been 
dying to go there, but could never afford it."

"You can now," he said.  "By the way, would you mind very much if, on 
the way there, I worshipped your awesome legs in that incredibly short 
skirt?"

"Well, you might as well worship my panties, too," Suzi smiled, as she 
opened her legs a lot wider.  

Renaldo's eyes grew as big as saucers.  His jaw dropped and his cock 
lurched violently.  Suzi definitely got the response that she'd 
expected.   Despite the amazing fact that Renaldo kept his hands to 
himself, his frequent glances at her legs and crotch, his frantic 
headshakes accompanied by exclamations like "omigod!" "damn!," and 
"good lord!," and his continuous erection assured Suzi that she was 
very much appreciated.

Finally they arrived at Kenny's.  The place was amazing - spacious and 
intimate at the same time, and packed with people of all ages mingling 
with one another over beers, flavored waters, and endless plates of 
divine wood-stove-baked pizza.  
  
The two of them ended up having a fantastic time.  Renaldo's jokes and 
stories were genuinely funny.  And man, did he know a lot about music!   
He was a good listener as well.  But what a lecher he was.  Suzi's legs 
and ass were on fire from all the attention he gave them, not that he 
was the only one.  Every guy in the place seemed to be gawking at her.  
Plus, Renaldo had had a hard-on the entire time they were there.  At 
any minute, Suzi fully expected him to drag her into the bathroom and 
fuck her eyeballs out.  Not that she was looking forward to it.  Her 
sexual experiences so far had not been all that much fun.  The horny 
boys at her high school would climax almost as soon as they entered 
her.  She'd yet to experience any pleasure herself.  She'd sincerely 
begun to question why any girl would want to be a slut anyway.

Surprisingly the gentleman, Renaldo did not even try to fondle her, 
even though Suzi sensed that he was dying to.   Instead, he lavished 
compliments on her and made it blatantly clear just how attracted he 
was to her.   As often as he could, he would lightly stroke some part 
of her body - her hand, her arm, her shoulder, sometimes her thigh.  
His touch was warm and comforting.  She'd enjoyed that very much.  Each 
time he did so, she would cuddle closer to him.

Ever the tease, Suzi made her presence known by getting up frequently 
to either stretch or go to the ladies room.   Whenever she'd get up, it 
seemed that every guy in the room followed her every movement.   Every 
so often, she'd make it a point to bend over and check the laces on her 
platform sneakers.  Naturally this caused the tiny skirt to hike up 
enough to display her panty-clad ass to everyone present.   Each time, 
she was amply rewarded by a vocal chorus of wolf-whistles and lustful 
groans.

Despite his lecherous conduct, Renaldo was extremely considerate.  He 
even remembered that Suzi had a 10pm curfew.  As the deadline 
approached, Renaldo paid the bill and suggested that they get going.   

When Renaldo kissed her goodnight on the way to her door, Suzi was 
surprised at how much she enjoyed it.  She even felt a marvelous tingle 
between her thighs.  That was something new, and pleasant.

Once safely in bed, Suzi wondered why Renaldo hadn't made any move to 
fuck her.  Any other guy would have screwed her hours ago.  The fact 
that Renaldo had resisted her charms made Suzi even more determined to 
fuck this handsome stud at the next available opportunity.  She was 
desperate to find out what being a slut was all about.  And, just 
maybe, Renaldo might be the one to show her.  

After another uneventful day at high school, mercilessly teasing the 
boys (and her teachers) to distraction, Suzi emerged to see Renaldo 
waiting outside.   A huge smile crossed her face.  All day long, the 
teen had been fantasizing about being ravished by this man.  She'd 
gotten herself so worked up that her panties were already moist.  

Clad in a pink camisole top and a white denim micro-miniskirt, Suzi was 
even more mouth-watering than the day before.   Without any hesitation 
she climbed into Renaldo's car.   She'd worn a very special pair of 
panties for his benefit.   She was quite pleased that Renaldo noticed 
them instantly.

"So, where are we going today?" she asked, tugging futilely at her tiny 
skirt.

"Not very far at all, if you keep doing that," Renaldo replied, 
smiling.

"Anyway, it's great to see you," Renaldo said.  "You're looking 
luscious, as usual"

"Thanks, but you haven't answered my question," Suzi replied.

"Okay ... What do you think about the spa park?" Renaldo asked.

"You're kidding!" Suzi exclaimed.  "I've been dying to go there!  How 
in the hell did you know?"

"Just maybe, we're more alike than you realize," he replied.  "So can I 
take that as a yes?"

Suzi leaned over to kiss his cheek.  "Definitely!"

The Southside Spa Park was modeled after the ones in Germany.  It is 
actually an entire mall and hotel integrated into an extraordinary 
water park.  There are four levels of heated pools, bubbling spas, salt 
baths, mud baths, cold baths, saunas, steam rooms, water slides, 
poolside dining, and luxury shopping.  There is even a heated multi-
screen cinema that accommodates patrons in wet swimsuits.  The fourth 
level is clothing optional.  The four-star hotel can be entered from 
any level, with special spa-side day rooms available for spa patrons.  
A luxury resort sister spa is located next door for the exclusive use 
of wealthy and celebrity clients.

"By the way, does that ever go down?" Suzi giggled, pointing at 
Renaldo's boner.  

Renaldo actually blushed.  In his wildest dreams he hadn't expected to 
find a young girl to be such a red-hot turn-on.

"Well, I think I know some creative ways to get it back to normal," 
Suzi smiled wickedly, looking him right in the eye.   "But obviously, 
something like what I'm going to do next is not going to help at all."

At which point, she grabbed Renaldo's free hand and guided it to her 
crotch.  She was surprised that such a simple act could feel so 
naughty.   Already her pussy was beginning to tingle, and that was 
before Renaldo's hand had even touched her.

Of course, she was right.  Renaldo's cock lurched like it was on fire.  
The poor guy was fighting a losing battle trying to stay focused on his 
driving.  Fortunately, he realized fairly quickly that he needed to 
pull over before an accident occurred.

With the car stopped, Renaldo seemed to gain a little better control of 
his responses, but nothing could shrink the monstrous tent in his 
trousers.  Suzi was amply impressed by both.

When Renaldo's hand had finally made contact, Suzi's loins had melted.  
'What was this fucker's secret?' she wondered.  No other guy had ever 
made her feel like this.  

Recovering some of his composure, Renaldo moved his hand slowly and 
sensuously over the young girl's entire love zone.  He lightly traced 
over her pussy lips, but didn't press too deeply.  He traced ever-
closing circles around Suzi's clit without actually touching it.  His 
nimble fingers were gentle, hot, and electric.  After several minutes 
of incredibly erotic touch, Renaldo pulled his hand away, seemingly 
satisfied.   Unfortunately, Suzi was left more horny than happy.

Suzi was sorely tempted to pull his hands back to finish the job, 
whatever that might be, but opted against it.  'Okay, two can play this 
game' she decided.   She realized that she had plenty of time to get 
Renaldo to fuck her.  And when she was finished, fuck her he definitely 
would.

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Chapter 3c - How Suzi Teased Renaldo - His Story
------------------------------------------------

"Suzi told me that, several days after their initial night of torrid 
love-making, Renaldo eventually shared his side of the events leading 
up to and after the moment that he first laid eyes on her," Celine 
continued. 

For weeks, Renaldo's friend, a janitor at Suzi's school, had been 
telling him all about this incredibly sexy girl who wore incredibly 
provocative clothes and didn't give a damn what other people thought.   
As the stories of Suzi's exploits mounted, Renaldo became extremely 
interested in meeting this girl.

You see, although Reynaldo was fairly good-looking, his shyness 
prevented him from actively pursuing women.  Those women who dared to 
chase him only frightened him away.  So instead of learning how to be 
intimate with real women, Renaldo buried himself in fantasy.  His ideal 
women only existed in photos, pictures, and sexy cartoons from 
magazines, movies, and comic books.  Not counting the occasional 
drunken liaison, masturbation, lots of it, was his main sexual outlet.   

Now 35 years old, after years of avoiding real relationships and any 
meaningful sex, Renaldo began to worry that he might remain alone the 
rest of his life.  He wanted to have a sexual relationship with a real 
woman, but all the single women whom he'd had any contact with were 
always complaining about the ineptness of their ex-boyfriends and their 
numerous other shortcomings.  Renaldo had convinced himself that his 
lack of experience would only lead to heartbreak - his, that is.  The 
only women who might not care about or even notice his lack of sexual 
experience were, possibly, teenage girls.  That is why he thought he 
might have a chance with Suzi.  The fact that he might be putting 
himself at risk for statutory rape of a thirteen year-old was but a 
passing concern.

Henry, the janitor, informed Renaldo that Suzi was being kept at school 
late on Wednesdays for detention.  The girl's bad attitude always 
seemed to be getting her into trouble with her teachers and the 
administrative staff.   So, one Wednesday afternoon, Reynaldo waited in 
his car across the street from the school's main entrance.  Around 4pm, 
a brown-haired girl in a very short denim miniskirt, tight cropped tee-
shirt, and white platform tennis shoes with ankle socks emerged from 
the school's east side door.   Despite the fact that she was scowling, 
she was still quite pretty.

Renaldo instantly fell in lust with the girl.

He started the car, drove past her, and parked his car a few blocks 
ahead of where Suzi was walking.

Renaldo clearly remembered just how sexy Suzi had looked in her denim 
micro-mini.  Her gently muscled legs rippled enticingly as she walked.  
She had lovely calves that wobbled ever so slightly.  Plus her blemish-
free face was as cute as any varsity cheerleader's.  His cock stiffened 
so fast that he had to stop to catch his breath.

He'd been a little nervous about striking up a conversation after 
waiting for her to catch up to where he'd parked.  But, he swallowed 
his fears, and just went for it.  

Renaldo had been flying by the seat of his pants when he went into his 
description of what a pervert would have done.   Although he realized 
that part of his description was autobiographical, he figured that his 
best chance with Suzi was in not denying who he was.

Renaldo had been genuinely surprised that the teen had actually given 
him a chance, and had climbed into his car.  When he'd asked for 
permission to ogle her awesome legs in that cock-stiffening mini, he'd 
scarcely expected her to make it so easy by spreading her legs so wide 
apart.  He'd nearly cum in his pants when she did that.

With Suzi constantly opening and closing her legs and repositioning her 
panty-clad butt on the bucket seat, Renaldo had found it extremely 
difficult to concentrate on driving to Kenny's that first afternoon.  
Besides those distractions, his massive erection had nearly interfered 
with the steering.  

Entering Kenny's with Suzi on his arm, Renaldo knew that he was the 
envy of nearly every man there.  Of course, there were always a few 
self-righteous idiots who vehemently denied any attraction to teenage 
girls, not to mention the random fathers who worried about older men 
trying to date their teen daughters.

Renaldo had been relieved that Suzi had found his stories and jokes so 
entertaining.  Career women, by and large, really couldn't be bothered 
with his ribald tales of cultural misunderstanding in foreign lands.   
They were far too busy trying to ascertain the value of his portfolio 
and his plans for financial security.   Suzi had been different.  She 
was too young to be hung up about those things.   Not that Renaldo was 
slacking financially.  He had a more than adequate net worth from his 
investments, plus he earned a comfortable salary as a database design 
consultant.

Renaldo had laughed at how the other guys in the place fell all over 
themselves whenever Suzi would walk past them in that devastating 
miniskirt, ostensibly to get drink refills or go to the toilet.  
Invariably, she'd bend down to retie her shoelaces, even though they'd 
stayed tied the entire evening.   Renaldo had been in agony with a non-
stop boner that night.  It took all the self-control he had not to drag 
the girl into a closet and fuck her senseless.   

Driving her home had been sheer torture.  Suzi had fallen asleep 
against his shoulder with her lovely legs wide open.  Reynaldo's poor 
cock had strained to burst free from the confines of his trousers.  
He'd never had such blue balls in all his life.  Plus the potent scent 
of the girl's ripe young body was driving him mad with lust.

After dropping Suzi off and gently but passionately kissing her 
goodnight, Renaldo couldn't wait to get home to release the horrendous 
pressure built up in his balls.  He came three times that night from 
having been so worked up by Suzi's sexy ways.   Amazingly, he hadn't 
needed any magazines that night, nor on any of the nights that 
followed.

The next day as he waited in front of the school for Suzi to emerge, 
Renaldo had been quite nervous.  He didn't know whether the girl would 
want to see him again or would just blow him off as a mildly 
entertaining diversion.  

After Suzi had run to the car and let herself in, Renaldo was on cloud 
nine.   Right away, as she climbed in, he noticed that her panties were 
different.  Good god, they were nearly transparent!  He could clearly 
see her shaved snatch through the thin material.   He nearly creamed 
himself right then and there.   

And then she'd had the nerve to joke about his ever-present erection!  
Adding insult to injury was just how brazenly she'd claimed to know 
several ways to deflate his uncomfortable condition.  But the capper 
was when she'd grabbed his hand and guided it to her panty-clad pussy.   
Renaldo had nearly passed out from sexual over-stimulation.   

God was her cunt on fire!  The heat radiating from Suzi's tight little 
box nearly seared his fingers.  It had taken all his self-control not 
to rip her panties off and fuck her right there in the car.  As it was, 
he could only take a few minutes of caressing her fragrantly inviting 
pussy before having to pull his hand away.  The huge tent in his 
trousers had bordered on obscene.  

He'd sensed the girl's urgent need when he'd pulled his hand away, but 
he'd wanted to be able to enjoy her in the privacy of a well-appointed 
rented room.   The hotel at the spa park would serve just fine.

What Renaldo hadn't expected was the merciless way that Suzi would 
tease him for the rest of the night, as payback.

"Damn it, look what you've made me do to my panties!" Suzi exclaimed, 
as she flipped her skirt up and pointed to the growing wet spot in her 
underwear.  

The overpowering scent of the girl's sexual arousal threatened to 
cripple Renaldo's brain with lust.  But why had she felt the need to 
tear of her panties and thrust them in his face?  They'd nearly died 
when she did that!  He'd just barely missed plowing through the center 
divider into the opposing lanes of traffic.  He had to plead with Suzi 
to pull those mouth-watering panties away from his tortured nostrils.   
Of course, Renaldo had to acknowledge that the girl was now sitting 
wide-legged with her oozing pussy exposed for all, and especially him, 
to see.  

His mouth dropped open as the girl slipped first one finger into her 
pussy, then two.  

"Would you like to taste me?" Suzi asked, pulling both fingers from her 
slippery snatch and offering them to his lips.  The lovely sheen on 
them and the sinfully rich aroma called out to his very soul.  Plus, 
the little slut wore such an innocent look on her face, when they both 
knew full well that she was deliberately trying to weaken his resolve.  

Renaldo's eyes glazed over with lust as Suzi shoved her juice-covered 
fingers into his mouth.  The sweet taste of Suzi's sex was absolutely 
divine.  Meanwhile, his cock involuntarily leaped forward, almost 
pressing against his abdomen.   She'd giggled at the sight of that.

"It looks like your Johnson wants to come out and play," Suzi teased.   
"Well since he's not allowed outside just yet, I'll have to come over 
and play at his house instead.  But first let me try one more time to 
persuade him to change his mind."

Virtually paralyzed with lust at this point, Renaldo was literally 
afraid of what Suzi might do next.  And well he should have been.

Suzi lifted her top up to expose her pert little tits.  Her fat nipples 
were fully erect and damn were they long!  She gently moaned as she 
rubbed titties into her chest.   She purposely let those incredible 
nipples poke through the gaps in her fingers as she slowly kneaded her 
tit mounds.

'How in the world had such a young girl learned so many devastating 
sexual tricks?' Renaldo wondered, at the very edge of his wits.

As Suzi would later admit to him, she'd learned a lot by secretly 
watching x-rated cable movies, once her mother had gone to bed.   

"Would you like to suck on my sinfully engorged nipples, Daddy?" Suzi 
teased.  "You don't seem to be very interested in drilling your 
impossibly hard cock into my tight burning pussy, even though I'm 
overflowing with sweet girl juice and so goddamned horny that I'd could 
easily fuck you and eight of your friends senseless."

At the sound of the word 'Daddy', Renaldo came so close to ejaculating 
that he couldn't believe that he hadn't.  The little slut had an incest 
fetish!   Of course, so did he.   She also had a very naughty mouth.   
Already Suzi's brazen language had coaxed quite a bit of pre-cum from 
Renaldo's painfully distended organ.

Renaldo desperately tried to stay focused on the road.  Two more 
minutes, and they'd be there.

"Please Suzi?" Renaldo pleaded, "you're killing me.  We're almost 
there, but I'm so goddamned horny that I can barely think straight, let 
alone drive.

"Okay, so, you're not a tit man, after all" Suzi reluctantly relented.   

Suzi decided to remain silent, and even closed her legs to not tempt 
Renaldo any further.  Of course, she was just as aroused as he was.  
Her box was dripping so much that already her car seat was completely 
soaked.

Still once they had arrived and parked, Suzi couldn't resist one last 
little tease.  After getting out, but before closing her door, Suzi 
bent completely over to touch her toes.  She couldn't resist a last 
little giggle when Renaldo had to, once again, adjust the obscene 
surplus of rigid meat stretching his trousers.

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Chapter 3d - Suzi Learns to Love Sex
------------------------------------

Just as she'd predicted, by 7pm that evening in their posh day suite on 
the fourth floor of the spa hotel Suzi was being blissfully pinned 
against the mattress by Renaldo's ferociously pounding cock for her 
fourth fuck that evening. 

After all the little tricks that Suzi had unleashed upon him, Renaldo 
had been totally focused on fucking the living daylights out of her.  
Scarcely could he have imagined that he would end up as the prey rather 
than the predator.

The spa hotel staff had smiled knowingly, and perhaps a bit jealously, 
as the stunning couple entered - an extremely young sex-drenched vixen 
in a sizzling cock-stiffening outfit and a smartly-dressed handsome 
older man clearly aroused to distraction, sporting a very large boner 
in his finely tailored slacks.   

After registering, the couple dashed straight for the elevator to the 
clothing-optional fourth floor.  Neither had brought swimsuits, not 
that they had intended to wear any anyway.  

In the elevator, they devoured each other's tongues in a lewd 
passionate embrace.  Suzi leaped into Renaldo's lap, mounting his 
monstrous erection right through his painfully stretched trousers and 
her thoroughly soaked panties.  His member lurched violently, so 
desperate to enter Suzi somewhere, anywhere, but having no immediate 
inlet.  Suzi naughtily ground her wet crotch into Renaldo's throbbing 
fabric-clad member.   Just before the elevator stopped, Suzi dismounted 
and straightened her clothes as if nothing had happened.  
Unfortunately, Renaldo was not so lucky.  Several departing patrons got 
quite an eyeful of the finer contours of Renaldo's magnificent boner 
showing in clear relief through the heavily soaked fabric of his 
trousers front.

Suzi burst out of elevator and raced toward the day suite that they had 
rented.  Driven by the white-hot fire in his loins, Renaldo sped after 
her.  He caught up to her just as they reached the door to the suite.  
Without thinking Renaldo pinned Suzi against the door, freed his aching 
manhood, ripped her flimsy panties off, and slipped his member directly 
inside her.  The little slut groaned hotly as her tight wet cunt was 
forced to make way for the unexpectedly large intruder.  Renaldo had 
already started to drill her, when he remembered where they were - 
still outside the door of their suite and in full view of a very 
attentive throng of naked bathers who had gathered at the near side of 
the main pool.

He quickly apologized to Suzi for his barbaric public display as he 
frantically got them into the privacy of their suite.  Suzi, though, 
desperately needed Renaldo to finish what he'd started.  

She flung herself on the king-sized bed and spread her legs wide open 
in obvious invitation.  Renaldo wasted no time getting out of his 
clothing.  He fucked Suzi so furiously that she started to orgasm 
immediately.  Her screams of ecstasy never ceased during the entire ten 
minutes of Renaldo's initial assault.  When Renaldo finally came, he 
released so much lava, with so much force, that it triggered a force 
ten climax in young Suzi.   Her body went rigid as her pussy clamped in 
a death grip around Renaldo's spurting python.  Then a primal scream 
emerged from the young girl that shook the walls of the suite as a bio-
nuclear explosion detonated in her pussy and engulfed every cell in her 
body.  

Five minutes later Suzi was still in the throes of indescribably 
ecstasy with her cunt still tightly gripping Renaldo's cock.  Her 
greedy pulsing pussy had literally ripped the stuffing out of her 
lover's massive hanging balls.  Renaldo's growls of passionate release 
had nearly rivaled Suzi's.  His orgasm was so prolonged and powerful 
that he temporarily forgot where or even who he was.

When she finally recovered, Suzi buried Renaldo under a squirming 
avalanche of grateful kisses.   No one had ever given her a climax 
before.   Other guys had leapt on her in the past, but she'd felt 
little but passing discomfort or disgust.  Yet, there was something 
special about this guy, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, 
something that made everything different.

Amazingly, the delicious feeling of Suzi's near-naked body writhing 
passionately against his bare skin was starting to get Renaldo aroused 
again.  Suzi abruptly stopped her caresses once she felt the throb of 
Renaldo's newly stiff member pounding against her belly.

"Good God!" she exclaimed, "What kind of stud are you?"  Suzi was 
totally amazed that Renaldo could get it up so quickly after she had 
nearly drained him dry.  So was Renaldo.

"Well, mister, you have no idea what kind of demon you've unleashed," 
Suzi declared.  "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your 
life.  You probably thought you'd be taking advantage of me, didn't 
you?" she giggled.     "Not any more!   But first, let's give your 
growing post some proper attention."

Suzi quickly spun around into a 69 position and started to teasingly 
flick her tongue at Renaldo's inflating boner.   "I hope you like my 
pussy as much as I expect to love your cock!" Suzi exclaimed, just 
before she engulfed the head of Renaldo's member in her hot wet mouth.

Suzi's pussy was a thing of beauty.  Smooth, hairless, with beautifully 
curved lines - plump outer lips, and wrinkle free inner labia that 
flapped open like the petals of a rose.  Aroused, her hooded clit was 
stiff and prominent - nearly 1/3" tall.  The creamy mixture of boy and 
girl juices dribbling out just made it all the more delectable.   
Renaldo stuck his tongue in tentatively, not quite sure how he would 
react to tasting his own cum.  He shouldn't have been concerned as the 
combination was quite wonderful, especially Suzi's taste - a mysterious 
elixir hinting of brandy, oysters, and pumpkin.

Renaldo couldn't stop praising Suzi's pussy.  Yet, his intent may have 
been more selfish than not, since every time he praised the young 
beauty, even more of the intoxicating fluid gushed out her hot love 
box.  Renaldo couldn't lap it up fast enough.

Fairly soon though, despite Suzi's groans of encouragement, Renaldo 
lost his focus.  Already, the talented little slut's mouth and throat 
was causing his man-sap to rise and blow yet again.  He warned Suzi 
that if she didn't stop soon that he was going to lose his load a 
second time.   This did give the young fox pause, but since she'd 
decided to fuck him senseless, Suzi was confident that she had more 
than enough sexy tricks up her sleeve to raise this fucker's flag quite 
a few more times before the party was over.   

"That's just too bad," she said, "I'll just have to take my chances, 
won't I?"  When Suzi failed to stifle a wicked laugh as she said that, 
Renaldo could already sense that he was entirely out of his erotic 
depth with this hot little underage slut.

Within seconds Renaldo exploded a second time.  Renaldo came so hard 
that he felt like his vital essence was being pulled out.  It was, and 
Suzi greedily swallowed every spurt.   When, just a few minutes later, 
she tried unsuccessfully to coax a third boner out of her older lover, 
Suzi decided to let him rest, for a little while anyway.

"I'm going to go down to the spa-shop and get us some revitalizing 
refreshment," Suzi announced.  "Do I look okay?"

What Renaldo saw caused his manhood to stiffen, yet again.  Suzi had 
thoroughly drenched her little top.  Her titties were completely 
visible through the now see-through fabric.  Her stiff fat nipples 
quite prominently poked out of the obscene garment.  She has also 
pulled the little denim skirt up so high that the flaps of her labia 
were enticingly exposed.   She had put her socks and tennies back on, 
and had her long blonde hair flow freely down her back.  Quite simply, 
Suzi was a vision of deadly stunning beauty.  

Without any makeup Suzi looked every bit the 13 year-old that she 
actually was, but one with a stunning body that would be the envy of 
any college coed.  And in the scandalously obscene outfit that she was 
wearing, Suzi would easily cause every single cock in the entire spa 
hotel to violently rise in spite of her jailbait status.  What made the 
whole thing even worse, was that Suzi was positively radiant with an I-
just-got-the-shit fucked-out-of-me look that was guaranteed to command 
male attention faster than a flame did moths.  The fact that Renaldo's 
cum was still clearly dribbling out her pussy and running down her legs 
did little to lessen the brazen naughtiness of her incomparable 
presentation.  She was easily 10 times hotter than nude.  

Renaldo gulped hard at all the cock-stretching panic Suzi was going to 
cause walking around like that.  His growing cock lurched as well.

"Damn! I simply don't believe you!" Suzi exclaimed.  "Obviously I must 
look okay, since it's making you hard yet again," she giggled.  Then 
more seriously, she warned, "Just make sure that you save every bit of 
that for me when I get back.  I still got plans for you."   Despite an 
impossibly fierce desire to spank his monkey that very minute, Renaldo 
clearly got the message.

Thirty minutes later, Renaldo was awakened by the slamming of the door.  
Suzi had returned but she looked a bit disheveled and a little out of 
breath.  Even so, she was laughing hysterically.  "Those fuckers could 
barely keep their eyes in their sockets!" Suzi cried.  "And the boners 
they were sporting bordered on obscene.  Fortunately, once I yelled out 
how old I was, they had to back off.  Unfortunately, though, that 
didn't last long.  Good thing I'm a fast runner, huh?  By the way, are 
you hungry?"

At the sight of Suzi still barely wearing her naughty get-up, Renaldo's 
cock was already at half-mast, and rising.

"Yeah, I know you're hungry for that," Suzi giggled, "But I was 
referring to food."

Then Suzi did something that shocked even Renaldo.  She reached under 
her crotch and pulled at a string that Renaldo had just noticed hanging 
down between her legs.  "I brought us some Bavarian sausage," Suzi 
declared, as she pulled out the deliciously wet delicacy from her 
pussy, "and coated it with my own special dipping sauce."

"Here, try some," Suzi offered, as she teased the luscious morsel 
toward Renaldo's waiting mouth.  He was so sexually aroused by the 
circumstances that any resistance on his part was futile.

"I must admit that publicly stuffing a hot piece of meat into my cunnie 
did cause a little bit of chaos down at the cantina," she added.

Renaldo nearly choked on the sausage, as his cock lurched to full mast.  
It was now fully charged, curving right up against his six-pack.

"Hmm, looks like, any minute now, I'm gonna get even more hot meat 
stuffed up my box," Suzi teased.  "Well, what are you waiting for, 
Tiger?"   Suzi quickly positioned herself on the sofa with her legs 
raised up and spread wide open.

Completely on automatic, his lust circuits in full control, Renaldo 
attacked Suzi's cunt with a ferocity that surprised even her.  He 
fucked the bejesus out of the impossible naughty little slut for nearly 
25 minutes before final fuel injection.  Suzi still couldn't get used 
to the non-stop orgasms she experienced from having this gorgeous well-
hung man so fiercely horned on her.  Although, Renaldo didn't have a 
lot of cum left, when he did cum, the raw heat of his eruption 
catapulted Suzi into another level 10 climax.

While Renaldo slept off his third massive loss of seed, Suzi plotted 
her next series of cock draining tricks.  She wasn't finished with this 
fucker by a long shot.  Besides, she hadn't even shed her miniskirt yet 
and had already gotten fucked twice.  Suzi figured that that had to be 
some record for a simple little skirt, unless, of course, it was what 
was in it that made the real difference.

---

"Celine!" Nisa cried, in obvious need, "Would you mind very much if we 
finished this story later?  I need some desperate cooling off, and I 
need it like immediately!"

Suddenly realizing that her own need was as intense as Nisa's, Celine 
dragged her sexy young friend by the hand back to the bedroom.  Not a 
word was exchanged.  None needed to be.


[To be continued in Part 2]
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