It was late in the morning when he woke and he was alone in the bed. He could hear Linda making noises out in the kitchen and then he was able to smell the fragrance of frying bacon and strong coffee. He was suddenly starving and when Linda walked in, carrying a tray in her arms, he was sure that he adored her with a deep affection that was almost sickness.
She flashed him a big grin as she placed the tray on the bedside table. She had been up for some time, it seemed. Her bright golden hair was brushed and shimmering in the morning sunlight and she was wearing a transparent robe that did little to conceal but much to inflame. She lit a cigarette and placed it in his lips and then she put one knee on the bed as she bent to kiss him. She touched his lips with her hot, swollen mouth and he was amazed to find that she was really turned on already. She moved slightly and her robe fell apart and her gorgeous breasts were poking their nipples into his face and he had to give them a lick and a quick kiss. She shivered and he noticed that her nipples were standing straight out like bullets. When he saw the hard, coral tips bristling he realized that she had already had several orgasms. Her nipples always stuck way out when she came.
She cupped her breasts in her palms and she lifted them, squeezed them. She was kneeling beside him, gazing down into his eyes and she was smiling her hoyden, passionate smile. He looked up as he heard the ticking sounds of the poodle's nails on the hardwood floor. The dog was following Linda and it moved over to settle down beside the bed. Linda glanced at the little white dog and her smile sparkled with great glee.
"I've already fed him," she said. "What do you suppose he had for breakfast? And lots of it."
"Cunt," Bruce said, grinning at her.
She nodded. "Right. And, maybe he just might have some more. I am horny as hell this morning. If you want to begin eating your breakfast, I will join you. Then I will have some dessert and the dog can eat me while I eat you. How's that for thinking? "
He kissed her. "Darling," he said, "you are utterly depraved."
"Sure am," she said contentedly.
She slapped the surface of the bed and the poodle jumped up. She lay down and pulled the covers away from his body and then he could feel the wetness of her tongue against his balls and his cock and hear the liquid, slurping sounds that the little dog was making as it licked and nursed on Linda's flowing cunt. The animal was making weird little sounds in its throat and he could see that Linda was writhing and threshing in the throes of a magnificent orgasm. Obviously, the dog possessed tremendous talents and he was glad that he had thought of the little animal as a suitable present for Linda.
She was sucking him gently, licking him and teasing his cock with her nimble tongue and he began eating, knowing that she would make it last for a long time. He was shaking and squirming as he tried to eat and let Linda suck him off but he had to give up on eating. The dog's eager little tongue was titillating Linda's sensitive flesh and she was reacting with a growing hunger for his product. Her nimble tongue did its insidious work and he gushed in her mouth. She began swallowing him slowly, sucking harshly and licking his meat while her hand jerked him off feverishly and eagerly.
She moved away from him after a time and she lay on her back, her long, lissome legs shifting and moving as the little dog continued to lick her sexual parts. He watched for a time, enjoying the sight of Linda's frenzied orgasms and the savage reactions her body experienced.
Her sexual flesh had the pale coral tint of the true blonde and before she'd removed her pubic hair her pelvic area had been covered with wispy, flaxen hair. The present appearance of her crotch was much more appealing. She had tiny petals for labia, and the little puckered rosebud that nestled daintily between her legs looked to be much too small to ever accept a masculine prong. But he knew that her tightness was elastic, accommodating that which was put into it. He was sort of big and Fred had been well hung, but Linda's cute little cunt could handle either of them with ease and great bliss.
She shivered and then her legs moved until they were far apart and he could see the quivering, spilling organ. The dog's tongue kept busy, like something geared to perpetual motion. The guy who had sold him the dog had bragged that the little animal would lick steadily for as long as eight or ten hours unless somebody stopped him. He knew that Linda would put an end to her ecstasies when she had had enough.
He finished his breakfast and then headed for the shower. He stood under the stream of water, wondering if he and Linda were becoming too depraved. He didn't really think so.
The thought of buying two handsome young people as slaves delighted him much more than he had let on, He had always been sexually stimulated beyond the ordinary by the thought of sex with the very young. Perhaps it was a holdover from his early days and the experiences that he had known when he was growing up,
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving, listening to the harsh sounds of Linda's ecstasies in the bedroom and as he stared at his own lace, his mind wandered back into time and be wondered if a person was born oversexed or became exceptionally horny because of the things that they had done in their early days.
He had been a lonely child. His folks were busy people, always traveling off somewhere and leaving him behind in the care of governesses. But he hadn't minded that too much. Not after he met Lola. She was his favorite governess and she had introduced him to the pleasures of sexual activity.
She was a pretty girl, a bit plump, and her Nordic heritage was written all over her pleasant face. She was probably twenty-two when he first met her. His folks hired her when they were at the country place and he liked Lola on sight. She seemed to like him, too. He was about eleven or twelve and he had already learned about the pleasures he could get from playing with his sexual parts. He suspected that he had been a bit large for his age, but he was a big man now and that was probably why he developed sexually a little early.
He and Lola were alone all of the time and she was so pretty and so matter of fact about things, he began asking her all sorts of questions about sex. She answered him as best she could and she began asking him questions. She made him admit that he masturbated often and then she threatened to tell his folks about his solitary sins. He panicked and he begged her not to tell his parents. She persuaded him to sign a confession wherein he admitted that he masturbated as often as he could and he added to his sins by trying to spy on Lola when she was dressing and he was constantly trying to look down her blouse and up her dress. He had signed the confession only because he had been afraid that Lola would leave him and she just might tell his folks about his misdeeds. He could recall the big, happy smile on Lola's face when she folded up the confession and put it away in her room.
"Now," she said, when she returned to him, "we will have a new set of rules. From now on you do what I tell you to do and everything will be fine. If you disobey me, I will show your confession to your father and mother." She asked him if he understood and he nodded. Then she sighed and she pulled him close to her so that she could hug him to her breasts. He enjoyed that and she knew it. She told him that things were going to be quite a bit different and she sure meant it.
Usually, she would send him to his room when it was bedtime and she would depend on him to take his bath and get into his night things. She would come into his room after he called her so that she could tuck him in and make sure that he was all right. Then she would go back to her other work and he would go to sleep.
The night that she had his confession in her hands, things changed. She fed him his dinner and they watched some television, then she said that it was time for his bath. He went up to his room and he got undressed and into his bathtub. He was shocked when she opened his bathroom door and entered. She was smoking a cigarette and she smiled at him as he slid down into the shielding water in the tub.
"I am going to give you a bath, Bruce," she said. "You can sit up,"
He tried to tell her that he didn't need any help, that he could take his bath by himself and do it very nicely.
She smiled at him as she knelt beside the tub and began reaching for his privates under the water. She began handling him and in spite of his sense of outrage, he began getting hard and she seemed to be very happy about that.
"It ain't what you want anymore, young man," she said. "Things will go my way for a change. You don't like what I'm doing, you can tell your folks and maybe get me fired. I'll give them your confession and well see what they say then."
He was very much aroused and upset and frightened. "They can come walking in any minute," he said.
Lola shook her head and her soft Monde hair bounced and danced around her shoulders. She was handling his privates and he was beginning to enjoy what she was doing to him. He was beginning to squirm and she kept on smiling at him. Then she began jerking him off and he began to feel the heavy, pleasure-pain that usually ended his masturbatory sessions.
"Your folks won't be home until very late," Lola said. "Your father called and said that they were staying in town to see a show and they would dine out. So, we have lots of time to play games and have some.fun. Now tell the truth, don't you like what I am doing to you?"
He nodded and she laughed. She was very happy about things and he could tell that he-was pleasing her. She washed him and then she told him to stand up so that she could dry him off. He was still hard and she handled his cock with very evident pleasure. She put her arm behind his buttocks and she held him to her while she took his rigid cock into her mouth. She began sliding her mouth up and down on his hairless cock and her fingertips played with his balls. He nearly fell when her tongue stimulated him into another orgasm and she sucked him so hard she hurt him. When she took her mouth away his cock was almost purple from the fierce suction she had given it. She laughed as she held on to his sore cock and then she kissed him right on the tip of his cock.
"You don't really come yet," she said. "But with lots of good food and lots of sucking, you will soon be shooting a real load. From now on I will take care of your privates. You just do what I tell you to do and everything will turn out just fine. All right? "
He agreed because he was suddenly aware that he could have lots of fun with Lola and he was anxious to learn everything that there was to learn.
And Lola was a good teacher. She would suck him off before she let him get out of bed in the morning and she would do it again before he went to sleep. During the day, she would be at him every chance that they got, and because they were alone so much, there was more than enough opportunity.
Lola taught him how to suck her breasts, and then she taught him how to masturbate her, and then how to eat her. She had a deeply clefted, slippery cunt and there was always a great deal of juice hanging on it like dew and she kept making more. She taught him how to fuck her and then how to sodomize her and she was not at all ashamed when he discovered that she loved it in her ass best of all. He was her ever-willing cavalier, and an inexhaustible one, it seemed.
There would be afternoons when he and Lola would be at home alone and she would invite him into her room and then get out of her clothes and they would lie on her bed while he went down on her and she took him into her mouth and she told him that such activity was known as a sixty-nine.
She would make him come several times, and he would feast upon the drenched flesh between her legs and then they would have a rest period while she played with his genitals and he played with hers. Then she would use her mouth to make him hard and then she would want to be fucked. In every possible way. And, of course, he was always ready and eager to delight her.
As time passed, he became as familiar with her body as he was with his own and he became aware of changes in his own sexuality. The sensations of orgasm had become intense and almost unbearably pleasant and he was expelling semen in great batches. Lola jerked him off one afternoon and she let him watch as his juice spurted from his over stimulated cock and splashed all over his belly. Lola licked it all up and then she explained to him that he was a man now and a very virile one at that.
Each day was an orgy and he loved the life that he was living. Lola would wake him up every morning and suck him off at least once before she let him go to the bathroom. Then she would fix breakfast for them and after they disposed of the dishes, Lola would have him help her with the housework, then she would let him take her panties off and eat her. They would take some time out while she had some coffee and he had some cocoa. Then she would take him to bed with her and he would fuck her in her cunt and in her ass and between her tits and he liked that kind of fucking very much. When he was close to coming she would lick his cock each time lie thrust it up close to her mouth and when he was ready, she would let him come in her eager mouth and suck him for as long as necessary to finish him off.
She would make him suck her cunt while he was resting and then they would continue fucking and sucking all day long. Now that he could look back and think about his life with Lola, he had to realize that he had performed quite nobly for her. And she had been splendid for him, too.
It was her belief that a young man should know all about his own sexuality and what he liked best and she was always telling him that he must try everything so that he would know what he liked best.
He was willing to try anything that Lola could suggest and he got around to living a rather full life because of Lola and her inclinations.
One afternoon he and Lola were resting on her bed and she was letting him smoke a cigarette while she casually masturbated in front of him. He got up to go to the bathroom and when he returned to the bed he knocked Lola's purse from the chair it was resting upon and the purse skidded across the bedroom floor. He followed it and picked it up and Lola's wallet fell from the purse and landed on the carpeting, opened up so that he could see the pictures of two handsome youngsters staring at him. He looked at the pictures as he carried the purse and the wallet back to Lola. She took the wallet from him and she looked at the pictures, too.
The girl in the picture looked to be about thirteen or fourteen and she was an incredibly beautiful blonde. Her eyes were large and the colored picture showed that they were a gray-green color. Her mouth was soft and full and the lower lip seemed to protrude slightly, giving her a look of petulant impatience. She was smiling and her long straight hair framed her face in a sharp peak and when he stared at her, he found that he was trembling. The boy in the other picture seemed to be about fifteen, maybe older. He was tall, handsome, and he looked so much like the blonde that their relationship was obvious. Lola put the pictures up to her mouth and she kissed each one. Then she put the wallet back into her purse.
"That is Essie and Norman," Lola said. "They are the children where I-used to work. They are my dear friends and I love them."
Bitterly, he said, "I suppose you seduced them, too."
Lola burst out with a loud peal of merry laughter. "Of course," she said. "They insisted upon learning all about sex. What could I do?"
She was so matter of fact about it he was sure that she was fooling. The girl looked to be too virginal, too lovely to be seduced or exploited. Thinking about the things that Lola was revealing, he wondered if the two youngsters were among those whom she was always calling on the telephone. Lola made lots of phone calls. She loved sex, television, and phone calls, probably in that order.
"Why did you leave the place you last worked?" he asked.
Lola smiled as she squeezed his stiffening cock and she moved so that-she could kiss him, wetly, hotly, her tongue moving in and out in his mouth like an energetic snake's.
"The family was going to Europe for a year," Lola said. "They wished me to go along, but I would not. So, I came to work here and I have been happy here."
"Do you ever see those kids anymore?"
"Of course. Whenever I can get away. Perhaps they will want to come and visit me here and meet you. Would you like that, baby?"
A sudden surge of sexual excitement almost suffocated him and he ached with a yearning to meet the pretty young girl whose picture had charmed him. He nodded and Lola laughed.
"That's good," she said, "because I told Essie about you and she wants to meet you, too. Maybe I will invite those kids over for a weekend sometime."
"I wish you would," he said. "She's nice. Real pretty."
Thinking about Lola's reaction to his words made him shiver now. She had looked at him with an odd gleam in her eyes and a funny-looking smile on her face. She had patted the bed beside her chest and when he moved closer to her, she hugged him, kissed him, whispering against his lips, "I will have those kids come and visit, baby, believe me, I will."
She put her hands on his genitals again and then she was kissing him and licking him. Soon they were screwing and he went a little crazy thinking about the pretty little blonde girl and he kept on thinking of her as a child. And that was a mistake. She was a long way from being a child.
His parents went away for a weekend and Lola-explained to him that her previous employers were very wealthy people and they were always on the go, too. She called the girl, Essie, and learned that Essie's parents were jetting to the Riviera for a few days and the kids did not want to go. When Lola invited them to visit with her in her new home, Essie said that she would see. Later that same day, Essie called to tell Lola that her folks would love to have them visit with Lola for a few days. They were going on one of their usual weekend jaunts and they would gladly pay Lola for looking after them. Lola laughed at that and he could not understand why it was funny. Lola told Essie that she and her brother could come to visit whenever they were ready. Essie told Lola that the chauffeur would drop them off a bit later.
Lola was happier than he had ever seen her when she hung up the phone. She began moving around the house, ordering him to help her. Then she took a shower with him and she blew him a couple of times while they were in the shower. Afterward she put on a pretty dress and she suggested that he look as nice and as neat as possible. He could not understand why he had to make special preparations because the other kids were coming to visit.
"I want Essie to like you," Lola said primly.
He shrugged and simply did as he was told, He looked neat and quite handsome, Lola told him, when he was finally finished. He remembered that he was nervous, intimidated somehow by the glorious and glowing beauty of the girl in the photo. He wondered if she would equal the girl in the picture when he saw her in person. He remembered thinking about that.
He could still remember too, the impact that he had felt when he finally met Essie and felt the force of her beauty and her personality. She and her brother arrived at his house late in the day and he and Lola helped the chauffeur carry in their bags. There were five suitcases, he recalled, and he wondered how many bags they would require if they went on a visit for a month. He learned later that Essie was the kind who had lots of pretty clothes and enjoyed wearing them. She would change outfits a dozen times if she couldn't decide what to wear.
Once the chauffeur departed, there was much kissing and hugging and squeals of pure joy from Essie. Then, he was presented to Norman, who was fifteen, and then to Essie who was fourteen.
She was even prettier than her picture and he stood and stared at her in a way that made her big gray-green eyes sparkle with good humor and delight. She stood for a time, examining him with her big eyes, her smile twinkling at him. He was so overwhelmed by her sleek loveliness that he stood, tongue tied, and just stared at her. She was wearing a pale blue blouse of satin and it was fashioned so that it cupped her breasts and showed them off to great advantage. They were a bit well developed for her age, he thought, but he was not really expert about such matters.
She had a narrow waist and long, lovely legs that were exceptionally alluring in sheer pantyhose and high heels. Her hips and bottom were perfect, too, and she was wearing a pale blue skirt that seemed to match the blouse. He was not sure whether it was a miniskirt or a micromini, but it did show off everything.
Essie gave a little laugh as she stepped close to him. She said, "Hi, Bruce." She stood on her toes and she kissed him and he felt her little tongue darting into his mouth. Then he felt her hand exploring his privates and he shivered, His head began to spin and he realized that she had grasped a hard on and she could easily tell how she affected him. She was smiling into his eyes, very obviously pleased with what she was handling. She let go for a moment so that she could unzip his fly, then her little hand moved inside and fondled his bare flesh. She had her mouth against his and her tongue was busy in his mouth but she managed to talk to him anyway.
"There, that's better," she said softly. "You have a very nice cock, Brucie."
Her fingers wrapped around his.stiffened organ and she pulled it outside so that she could manipulate him unimpeded by his clothes. Her brother was necking with Lola and she was playing with his cock, too. He began to shake and he knew that he was expelling his sap and she knew it, too. It slid down between her hand and his cock and then it was all slippery and juicy and he was very close to coming. She seemed to know exactly how he was and she made a quick move and had his cock in her mouth. It was spurting something fierce, so hard that he was sure he would be making holes in the back of her throat, but she seemed well able to cope with him.
She finished him off quite capably and when she stood up again she was licking her lips and her eyes looked a little bit out of focus. Lola was sucking Norman's cock, too and she popped him in a hurry. When she finished with him, she straightened up and she laughed at him and Essie, too.
"Oh, I am so happy to have you kids come and visit," Lola said. "I just know that we will have so much fun."
"I'm glad, too," Essie said, smiling at him. "I like Brucie and we will have lots of fun. Norman is still in love with you, Lola, and I guess that I am, too."
Lola had fixed some cake and cocoa for her guests and they sat in the breakfast nook and ate the cake and sipped at the cocoa. Norman and Essie had their own cigarettes and they placed a package of them on the table and they all lit up.
Essie turned to touch his arm with her little hand and she was smiling at him, liking him.
"Lola has told me all about you and the lovely times that you and she have," Essie said. "We will all have fun now. I know that you like me and that you think I'm very pretty. I am much prettier with all of my clothes off."
"She sure is," Norman said, grinning. "She has a sweet little pussy and it sure is pretty."
"Norman," Essie said with mock dismay, "you mustn't say such things. Brucie will get the wrong idea and then he won't like my little gem when he gets at it. Now, you stop."
"What wrong idea could he think?" Norman said. "There isn't anything that we don't do."
"Of course, dear," Essie said, smiling at her brother. "I just don't want him to think that I make you do things."
"Well, you do," Norman said. He was suddenly sullen.
Remembering Essie now, years later, he shivered. She was unbelievably beautiful incredibly virginal in appearance, and she seemed to be naive and utterly shy and sweet. Actually she was an aggressive and perverted bitch with little regard for the rights or sensibilities of those with whom she practiced her black arts. She was not at all dictatorial or outright domineering. It was rather that she inspired an earnest desire to please her in every way and when the dust settled and one looked back and remembered, the urge to shiver was always a part of the memory.
He could remember how he was smitten and eager to do her bidding in any way. There were many ways in which he could please her and she made certain that he became acquainted with all of them before the weekend came to an end.
It seemed that Lola and Essie were friends and they teamed up against him and Norman, but Essie's brother enjoyed anything that the two girls might think up. And, he supposed that he did, too.
They spent little time having cocoa and cake. Essie was eager to get to the bedroom so that she could get her clothes off and get right down to business. She took a fancy to him and as soon as he was naked she insisted that he fuck her. She was glorious naked, with pert little breasts and pink-tipped nipples. Her buttocks were creamy smooth and her hairless crotch was entrancing. When she pushed his face down between her legs she didn't have to tell him what to do. He did it, capably and happily.
Norman and Lola were already busy with each other's genitals and Lola was having herself a grand time. And he was having a good time too, so much so that he forgot all about time and place and everything except the very lovely young girl who was delighting him in such generous ways.
Essie seemed to give all of her attentions to him and it was understandable. She could always play with her brother and she was delighted to have new material. They exhausted themselves in the master bedroom and when they finally bedded down for the night, he and Essie slept in each other's arms and Norman and Lola shared an embrace, too.
Essie woke him in the morning. She was stark naked and eager to suck his cock. He wanted her to do it, too, but she insisted that he go down on her and they start the day with a nice sixty-nine. He was agreeable. He was always agreeable, no matter what Essie asked of him.
Later in the day she began asking him to do things that he was sure he would not ordinarily do. She wanted him to fuck her and when he obliged her, she wrung him out with furious clenchings and savage writhings and drenching orgasms and when he had filled her tiny well with his young juices she urged him to go down on her and suck her treasures from her so that he could bring their juices to her hungry mouth in a honey kiss.
Remembering, he felt a quick, queasy sensation in his stomach, not because of what he had done then, but of what he did later. Essie persuaded him to go down on Lola after Norman fucked her and he did it. She persuaded him to eat her pussy while Lola lay with her head beneath his hips, sucking his cock and tickling his balls while Norman screwed him in the ass.
That afternoon Essie began suggesting that he should suck Norman's cock, and then he could see if he was bisexual. She kept at him and he finally did it. The two girls sat side by side on the bed watching him sucking Norman's cock and they were tickling him and fondling him when Norman came and he swallowed him as eagerly as could be and no one thought anything at all about it. He was bisexual from then on.
Essie had been coached in the ways of sex by Lola and she admitted that there had been many males who spent many happy hours with her. She was inventive and demanding and because he adored her, he was her devoted and obedient slave.
Saturday was a day of sexual fun and games that lasted from morning until they slept the sleep of utter exhaustion. That set in at midnight so he could recall a very busy day.
The following day was a time of excesses. Essie was in a bitchy mood and she told Lola to leave the boys alone. She was going to spend the day taking turns with them and it seemed to him that she spent most of the day sucking his cock, but she did the same things to Norman. Lola was allowed to suck and lick Essie's cute little crotch and then he was persuaded to suck it while Essie knelt astride his face and settled her little cunt in his mouth. She was busy sucking his cock and tickling his balls once in a while, Norman would mount his sister and slide his cock into her while she shifted her hips so that her clit was in Bruce's mouth and Norman was screwing her.
The day wore on and he began to feel that there was just too much ecstasy available to him. Late in the afternoon, his interest finally waned and that infuriated Essie.
She whipped him with a belt and that restored his interest in her body and her little sexual projects, and, surprisingly, it aroused him to new and exceptional efforts.
When Essie's visit finally came to an end, he was sorry to see her and her brother go. But, there was no need for sorrow on his part. That first weekend was only the beginning of years of constant association with Essie and Lola and Norman. He and Norman were quite easy with each other and they were able to spend many happy hours practicing their little tricks and no one cared.
When he went off to college, he lost track of Norman but he ran into Essie years later. He met her brand-new husband and he pitied the poor bastard. The guy was nice-looking but he was a mouse and he could imagine the things that Essie would do to him. Essie reported that Norman was in South America working on an engineering project and she invited him to visit her and her husband and he said that he would. But he never did. He had gotten his fill of Essie during his young and formative years and he often wondered if she and her brother had done much to affect his present sexuality. He didn't really know, and he didn't really care.
He had Linda and she was beautiful and ardent and eager to have fun in any way that he might like and he was glad of that It pleased him to think about buying a couple of sex slaves. The idea was entrancing, and, of course, they could certainly afford a nice young couple A boy for Linda and a girl for him.