“And you like that?”
“Yes! Yes! I even liked getting caught. Having that lady seeing them doing those things to me. I’m really a whore, and I deserved it when they punished me.”
“Punished you?”
“Yes, for being so bad. I’d crawl to one of them and kneel there sucking his cock and the others would whip me as I sucked for being so bad.”
“But you also liked it. Not just because you were bad?”
“Yes! I love it! My father used to spank me when I was little. I could feel him getting excited as he hit me. I could feel it rising hard against me as I lay in his lap. The minute he pulled down my pants and got a look he’d get hard. And after his eyes would be all bright and shiny. I loved it! I loved my father so much. I used to sneak to their door when they were making love and listen. After a while she’d begin calling his name and sobbing, ’Come! Come! Come’ and he’d start shouting and say he was in heaven. All the time when I would go to church I’d think they said: ’Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come.’ I thought hallowed meant to holler his name like Mother when she got wild. And that ’Thy Kingdom’ was a form of address like ’Your Grace,’ or ’Your Worship.’ I thought they were praying for my father to come. It made church a sexual place for me. And all my life I have gone to confession and told obscene accounts of my sins to the younger priests. Some of them become my fans. I can hear them masturbating in their side of the confessional. Sometimes they get brave enough to make my penance coming to see them after the church closes. Sometimes they fuck me on the altar. One used to wet the holy wafers in my cunt and eat them. Often we pray aloud while they fuck me.”
I was taking pictures as fast as I could wind the camera. I noticed her eyes were fixed on a large crucifix over the radio. I handed it to her. She carefully slid it into her cunt and began working it in and out. I got down on my knees with the camera to get a better view.
“But I’m afraid to be photographed; Master Lars. What if someone saw them? Why do you want pictures now that you know you can have me when you want?”
“Because it’s different, Annie. Because it makes it possible to experience you more in a different way. Now I’m so excited that all you do seems natural; but some evening when Louise is playing the piano, I’ll take out these pictures and know how completely wild you are. I will be able to see the beauty of you in a different way. I can fix it. Isolate it. It’s like being able to open my wallet and have the thunder of you there!”
“I suppose I don’t have any choice?”
“None.”
“I love that. Here. Photograph me.” She took out the crucifix, licked the wet Christ clean and put it aside. Then she opened her cunt with her fingers so I could see everything. Then she took one pose after another.
She was getting more and more excited as I continued photographing. Finally she was so wild she crawled to me and began begging to be fucked. Over and over. Finally she timidly reached up, opened my fly and let my rigid cock out. A long shudder went over her.
“Please let me suck it,” she said. “I’ve never had a little boy’s cock. It looks so clean and smooth. And look how it’s dripping. It smells so sweet. Please, Master Lars.”
I looked down, relishing everything. I looked down marveling at this grown woman kneeling before me with her eyes shining, begging to suck me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and drew her face forward. She delicately licked the liquid. Then she took just the tip of it in her lips. Sucking. I drove it deep into her mouth, to her throat. This excited her almost to hysteria and she began sucking wildly as I fucked in and out. I watched her breasts bob around. Me, a boy of fourteen with this grown woman my slave to command. To anything! Suddenly she tore herself away.
“Beat me now,” she begged. She crawled to the table and got some pussy willows. She threw herself across a hassock so her white smooth ass was in the air and begged me to whip her. I took the bundle of pussy willows and stood hesitating. “Please,” she moaned. “It will make me your complete absolute slave. You can use me like your father, or like Gunilla does. You can ring for me in the middle of the night if you want service. Or you can have me bring your breakfast in bed and I’ll have marmelade on my nipples. Or you can lend me to your little school friends. You can tell them if they come home with you, they can use your slave. You can show them the pictures. I’ll be yours forever. But please beat me.”
I brought the willows down on her tentatively. She shivered with pleasure.
“Harder!”
I noticed the gray buds kept it from doing damage. I hit her harder. And again. And again. She loved it. She lifted her hips until I was whipping directly on her cunt. She rolled over so I could whip her breasts. She was in ecstasy.
“Now, now, fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh, fuck me, Master Lars!”
I knelt over her. At that moment I heard my mother’s voice calling: “Lars? Lars, where are you?”
I saw Annie’s stomach heaving in and out. Her whole body was in a spasm.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, oh please.”
And Mother’s voice was calling, “Lars! Lars!”
I got Annie’s picture of her father and made her look at it. “Yes, yes, fuck me while he watches what a whore I am. O, Master, please let me have it.”
I took her nipples and squeezed hard. She bucked, her eyes rolled. I squeezed again. She reared, loving it. She kept begging. And Mother kept calling, I had to go. I looked down at Annie’s arched, sweating, begging body. She was holding her cunt open for me. I drove in as violently as I could. Her body went into convulsions. Her cunt squeezed and trembled. She gave a scream of pure rapture, arched in the air shuddering and shuddering.
“Lars, where are you?”
I pulled out. She collapsed sobbing with joy. Hugging the picture to her wet breasts. I fixed my pants and hurried down the steps. I could hear Annie saying over and over: “Master Lars’ whore. Forever, I’m Master Lars’ whore.”
Chapter Fourteen
I waited until Mother went around the corner of the house so she wouldn’t see me coming from Annie’s. Then I ran to her. She turned and looked at me. I must have been pretty dishevelled. There was a smile in her eyes as she asked where I’d been and said how she’d been looking for me everywhere for an hour. Immediately my mind filled with a picture of Annie nakedly sprawled over the hassock hugging the picture of her father to her wet breasts. I blushed and stammered out something. She didn’t pursue the matter, however. (My embarrassment seemed almost to please her.)
“Anyhow, Lars,” she said, “the reason I’ve been looking for you is that I’m going swimming and I thought you might want to come.” My eyes involuntarily dropped to her body which made me blush harder. “Yes, and it would be a chance for us to talk about some things,” she added. We both knew what things. Then she got a little shy, too, and sent me to get my trunks.
I ran upstairs two at a time, alive with licentious thoughts of Mother in a bathing suit. After digging out my suit, I decided I’d better wash: my cock was all slimy with Annie’s juice. I had just pulled down my shorts at the sink, when Gunilla bounced in.
“Ah, smorgasbord,” she giggled. “Here, let me.” She dropped to her knees and began to wash my genitals with her tongue. But she stopped immediately and looked up: “Why, Lars, this is cunt juice! Whose is it. Not Lou’s? You couldn’t have…”
“No, not Lou’s.”
“Mother?” She was all excited.
“Annie.”
“Oh.” She sat back on her heels, a little annoyed.
“Jealous, Nilla?” I looked down at her. She shook her golden head, but didn’t look up. “Don’t tell me my little whore is going to turn puritan,” I teased. She looked up and grinned. “In any case,” I continued, “you understand it isn’t for you to question. It’s for you to serve!” Her eyes widened. “Now lick me clean, I’ve got a date with Mother.” She stared at me, startled by the authority in my voice. “Lick me, Gunilla! You know your only right is to obey. Now lick me before I get impatient.” Something in her braced a second to resist, then gave way under my stare. A happiness came into her face. She cupped me tenderly and washed and sucked me clean. She wanted to linger, but I was in a hurry. I finally pulled out of her avid mouth and started for the door.