She was lucky. That first experience was great. She never saw the doctor again, but it didn't matter. There were always men and women available to the beautiful people. And she was a beautiful person!
She wanted Christy. She joined the girl in bed.
"Why couldn't you have had that kind of first experience, Christy?" Stephanie moaned as she continued fucking herself with the gun.
The barrel was at the right spot. She'd be over the hump in just a minute. The ultimate climax! It will be a sight Maria will never forget.
The thud of car doors opening and closing told her the police were downstairs. It would be over soon.
"How could I have been so stupid! I'm supposed to be intelligent. Why couldn't I see something was wrong?"
Chapter 8
Christy just felt good. It was a bright, sunny California day. The wind had blown hard yesterday, blowing away all the brown ugly smog. She could clearly see the mountains that surrounded her and Steff's home. She just couldn't keep from singing as she walked into the house with the groceries. She caught a man looking at her big titties and for the first time since she could remember, she enjoyed it She had beautiful tits. Why shouldn't men admire them?
She stood in front of one of the many mirrors in the room and admired her figure. She cupped the voluminous breast and enjoyed its soft, sensual texture. She slipped the hand inside her blouse and underneath her bra so she could feel the satiny skin. Her other hand ran over her woman's mound. No. She didn't want to touch the skin there or she would spoil it all. She wanted Steff to do that. She wanted Steff to play with her body. She wanted the other woman's hands and tongue to electrify her. Steff could do it! Then she would stop thinking of… A post card on the floor near the front door caught her eye. She knew who it was from before she picked it up. Pasha was not going to let up. She didn't even want to look at it. She threw it in the wastebasket in the kitchen. The card missed its mark and it fell on the ground. When she picked the card up this time, she couldn't help but see the picture of the Rolls Royce. Could he be serious? Did he want her that bad? She flipped the card over and on the other side, the note said, "Anything you want."
It wasn't the car that impressed Christy. It was simply that if he was offering her this, what extremes would he go to? For the first time since she was a little girl, she was really frightened. Really frightened! Perhaps it was time to talk the whole thing over with Steff. Would she understand when Christy herself was at a loss over what made her the way she was? She had tried once before to ask a woman's understanding.
A flood of old remembrances filled the girl's mind. Her mother. Her step-father. Her… her… a horrible man whose face was blurred in her mind and a…
Christy remembered she had sought her mother's help… no… it started long before that. The girl sat on the couch. She forgot about putting the groceries away. She forgot about the post card. When was it? Right after she got out of the hospital. She was just a little girl. Everything was different at home. Nobody came to visit them anymore. Something had happened to one of their relatives. She couldn't remember which one. It must have been something very terrible because they always stopped talking about it whenever Christy could overhear them.
She remembered something. It was her step-father, Eric. He changed so. He had been nice to her before. Now, he was always soooo kind. Soooo helpful. Like he was always going out of his way to be nice to her. At first Mommy thought it was nice. Then Christy could feel it was beginning to irritate her. She recalled one night how her mother got so upset because she found Eric giving her a bath. She was ten years old. She had always been uninhibited around the man. She couldn't see why her mother got upset. Grown-ups are funny, though, so she didn't question it.
The real change happened when she was twelve. She could recall so vividly when the first hairs started appearing around her pubic area. The first swelling of her breasts. It was sort of a miracle to her. She matured very early. One day, she was a flat-chested child. The next, she was a young woman with budding breasts. She thought of that first touch of her soft round boobs; the sensation she experienced the first time she examined her new fuzz. It felt so good to just rub her hand there. She recalled so vividly the first time she came. She didn't even know what was happening!
She wasn't the only one that noticed it. Mother seemed irritated when she had to explain to her about menstruating. Eric seemed to be enjoying the change in her. He was even more attentive now. It seemed he was there whenever she turned around.
Her mother started insisting that she wear a bathrobe around the house when she wasn't fully dressed. There was only one bath in the house. Christy thought it was natural to just wear the bra and panties to go to the toilet. Her mother insisted she was too old for that anymore. Eric said she was just being old-fashioned. Christy did start wearing the bathrobe. It seemed after that, every time she was changing clothes, Eric found some reason to pop into her room.
The big change came that night when she came home early. She had gone to one of her girl friend's home to spend the evening, but it was so dull she decided to leave early. The house was dark when she got home. She entered very quietly because she had removed her shoes. Her feet hurt from playing too much tennis too soon. She wanted to go straight to bed, so she didn't even bother turning the lights on. She started up the stairs leading to the bedrooms when she heard her mother moaning.
At first, she thought she must be hurt. When she got close enough to distinguish the sounds, she knew she wasn't in any kind of pain. She had come home when her parents were making love!
She turned to go down the stairs when her eyes caught a reflection from the mirror on the wall opposite her parents' bedroom. She wondered what it looked like when people did that?
It was wrong to look. That would be awfully sneaky, but the thought of watching was over-power ing. She probably couldn't see anything in the mirror anyway, she thought to herself. She remembered vividly how careful she was to place her feet so that her parents wouldn't hear. her. When she looked in the mirror after what seemed an eternity, she was delightfully surprised to see they had left a small light on in the room and she could see them clearly in the mirror.
She had never really noticed her mother's body before. She was quite shapely. Her breasts were very large. Much bigger than hers at the time (though she surpassed her mother when she fully matured). Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed facing Christy and she was sitting on Eric's lap. Eric was kissing her neck and his hands were playing with her mother's titties. He kept squeezing and kneading them. It must have pleased her mother because she kept jumping up and down on his lap, like a happy little child. It looked so funny to see Eric's arms coming out of Mama's armpits. She looked like she had four arms and with two of them, she was playing with herself.
Eric whispered something in her mother's ear. She remembered mother getting up and giving Christy a view of Eric's cock for the first time. When she slid off of it, the organ just quivered for a moment. It was the first time she had ever recalled seeing a cock. Yet, she knew exactly what it looked like before she actually saw it. Sure she had seen pictures of a man's penis in books and the girls at school were always showing her pictures of guys with hard-ons, but this was different! She had seen that cock, or one just like it, before. Her mind dismissed the distracting thoughts, when she saw her mother kneel down in front of her husband. Her mother started stroking the long, erect prick with her hand. Christy wasn't even aware that one of her hands had slipped under her blouse. She had slipped her fingers under the stiff wire of her bra and was feeling the satiny softness of her own breast. She played with her nipple as she watched her mother's tongue glide up and down Eric's hard prick. The young girl couldn't help wondering what it might taste like. It must be delicious because she obviously couldn't get enough of it. She was holding it with one hand as she put her mouth over the cock and then she started sucking it. Her head slid up and down the long pole. The sight of the man's cock going in and out of her mother's mouth was really very exciting for the girl. She slid her free hand down her waistband to her fuzzy little cunt. She was surprised how swollen the lips felt. She was so wet! Her hole was burning. She had always before just played with the mound and the lips of her cunt. This time she wanted something right inside her hole. She pushed past the lips with her finger. The opening was bigger when she got past the cuntal lips. She never realized how wet she could get in there.