Kathie went to sleep that night with her fingers between the still-moist lips of her hairless young pubic mound. And in her dreams came scenes of faceless boys trying to see up her dress. She was laughing and running about between them. From time to time she yanked her skirt up and let one of them see the frilly panties she wore. It was always the same boy, and he was the only one she could recognize. It was Kenny, the boy who was coming to study with Karen.
Jane, deep in an alcoholic stupor, slept long and well. When she finally did wake up her head felt like it had been run over by a coal truck. She jumped up from the chair in which she'd spent the night, thought wildly and nervously about the events of the night before, then headed for the bathroom.
After a good hot show she felt much better. She was amazed at what little guilt she felt about letting her daughter's young boyfriend make love to her. Amazed and pleased. The liquor had helped, of course, but it had mainly been because she wanted to do it. Once she admitted that fact to herself, everything else fell pretty well into perspective. Maybe she'd been being much too hard on herself about her sexual desires. They existed. Why not admit them and do something to satisfy them? Suddenly she was able to be very objective about things. She marched straight upstairs and woke Rodney up.
"Lover, you were great fun last night," she candidly told him. "And I'm sorry I conked out on you before the second session. But you'd better get up and hightail it out of here before Jerri comes home and wants to know what's been going on. I can keep the girls quiet about you spending the night here, but you'd better scat.”
He was up and into his clothes in seconds. On the way out the door he asked if he could ever see Jane again, and she replied, "Maybe you can. We'll see." She smiled to herself as she heard his car drive away. She was feeling pretty confident.
The phone rang. It was an unfamiliar voice. Oh, no, she thought to herself, if it's… if it's that obscene caller again, I'll scream. Jane had no idea the obscene caller had phoned once while she was out and talked to her daughter; the exact thing she feared. But it wasn't him at all.
"For shame, Jane," chided the man. "This is Herbert. Herbert out at Twin Acres!”
She was embarrassed at not recognizing his voice. It was the golf pro at the country club where she and her husband used to spend a lot of time before he passed away. She apologized and they made small talk for a few minutes, then he got down to business. He told her he'd seen her having dinner with someone one night at a restaurant and wanted to know if she'd go out with him.
She knew he must have seen her with either Harry or Terry, but didn't know which one. It didn't matter. She let him know that she was through grieving over her husband's death and that she'd be glad to go out with him sometime. A date was set to play a few rounds of golf the following Sunday afternoon and she hung up, smiling.
A few days before, she would have been ashamed to know that Herbert had spotted her with another man. Now she didn't care at all. She was even glad. For Herbert, she well remembered, was a quite good-looking man. He had been a good friend of her husband's. Now she just might accept him as a good friend of her own.
She thought of how smart he always looked in his golfing clothes, with his tanned face and his strong white teeth. He was only a few years younger than her husband, but he was a very appealing man. It just might be that he would become a very good friend to her, she mused. It all depended on him. With her new sense of gradually changing values about sex, Jane was ready for almost anything.
Jerri came home that afternoon, reported that her date had been fun but not fun enough, and promptly went to bed. The next day she explained to her mother that the boy was cute enough, but had tried to weasel out of paying checks and getting her to do it on some pretext. She wasn't going to see him anymore. She wanted to know if Rodney had called while she was out. It was hard for Jane to control her voice, but she did.
"Why, yes, dear, he did,” she said. "Not on the phone though. In person. He dropped by-”
"You told him what I asked you to, didn't you, Mom?" broke in Jerri. "You didn't tell him I was out with another guy did you?”
Jane assured her that she had done exactly as requested, adding that she had even poured Rodney a drink. She was "Sure that he'd be getting in touch with her soon, she said to Jerri. She made no mention of what happened after the drink.
The girl brightened. "That's swell, Mom,” she gushed. "I knew I could count on you.”
Both Karen and Kathie were especially quiet that day, Jane noted. She didn't know why, but she enjoyed the change. Maybe they were both finally getting to be little ladies after all. Before long she should take them aside and tell them a little about the facts of life. Karen, at least. That brassiere she was so proud of-getting to wear was looking awfully full lately. It wouldn't be long before boys would start to notice it.
The following Sunday afternoon when Jane was getting ready for her date with Herbert, she called Jerri into her bedroom.
"Tell me the truth now, honey," she told her. "Do you think I look silly like this? Like I'm trying to look like a teen-ager or anything like that? I'm trying to decide-”
"Mom, you look great! You know how young everyone says you look- wearing that blouse without a bra makes you look even younger. No hard edges and boney-looking places like with a bra. But what in the world ever made you change your mind about it? Jeez, you even got uptight about me going braless last week. Now you're doing it yourself!" exclaimed Jerri, her eyes full of surprise.
"Oh, I don't know," answered Jane, a little defensively. "I've never been really closed to the idea. You know I have an open mind about most things, dear. I just thought it looked sort of cheap or something. Now… now I think I see it more the way you said. You know, more natural. So I thought I might dress that way on my golf date with Herbert this afternoon if you thought-”
"No, Mom, I think you look just great. Really! Let's face it. You've got… I mean you're really built nice. If you don't mind hearing your daughter say such a thing, I think you're really lucky to have such fine boobs at thirty-seven, I mean there's hardly any sagging and they're so-oh I'd better shut up. You'll think I'm queer for you." Jerri said.
Jane shrugged off the compliment. It was settled then. She would wear her short golfing skirt and wear her the loose top with nothing underneath but her skin.
Jerri waved to her as she went into the patio to meet Herbert when he drove up and told her to have a good time. He was pretty good-looking, she decided, even if he was too old for her tastes by a few years. It was almost like their roles had become reversed and she was the mother seeing Jane, the daughter, off on her date.
Hmmm, she mused, watching the pair drive away from the house, Mom's really a pretty groovy woman. Even if she is my mother. She remembered that Rodney complimented her on how attractive her mother was after he first met her. She smiled wryly. If she didn't watch out, she jokingly thought, Rodney might even start getting eyes for her mom.
Then she turned to the full-length hall mirror and surveyed her own looks. The slim, finely shaped legs; the high, prominent breasts; the teasing jut of her firm buttocks; the thick head of shiny black hair and the pretty, smooth-complexioned face-nothing had changed. She could more than hold her own with most competition.
The thought of Rodney made her get a tiny bit warm inside her panties. After letting her more recent date make love to her and then deciding to drop him, it would be very nice to be naked again with Rodney.
Kathie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, Sis, do me a favor, will you? Karen says the pictures in this book are nasty. She says girls that feel each other up like in these pictures are queers. Is that true? Is it really bad to do what they're doing to each other? I'm afraid to ask Mom.”
Jerri took one look at the opened page and did a double take. Apparently her little sister was growing up pretty fast. "Okay, honey," she said to Kathie. "Come sit in my room so Karen won't bother you. I guess this is something I better have a long talk with you about.”
The little girl was delighted at her big sister's understanding response and happily scampered up the stairs, the book clasped tightly in her hand.
A few miles outside of town at Twin Acres, not a soul was scampering. It was too hot. The sun beat down on the golf cart canopy with relentless heat, and by the time Jane and Herbert reached the third hole, both were sweating like field hands.
"Ha ha!" he boomed. "If we had any sense we'd quit swinging these clubs and head off through the thickets to the lake. It's a lot cooler down there, I bet.”
Jane's answer floored him. "Sounds good to me," she said. "And it would be a lot more comfortable if we didn't have these hot clothes on too. Too bad we aren't nudists.”
She had to be kidding, but the idea sounded awfully sweet coming from her mouth whether she meant it or not. But as he headed the golf cart on toward the fourth green, she asked if that was the way to the lake and he realized she was serious.
He turned off the fairway and headed through the thicket. As the resident golf pro of the club, he thanked heaven he knew the grounds well enough to know where the place was. He smiled to himself. It was a very private place. They parked in the shade and he brought out a cold thermos bottle of martinis.
Jane started to accept a drink but then refused it. For once, she decided, she would not rely on alcohol to prime her for lovemaking. If that's what should happen to be on Herbert's mind, she'd make out just fine without any drinks this time. But she encouraged Herbert to have a martini, so he wasn't put off by her refusal. She noticed him staring at her breasts and felt secretly quite proud of them. She took care not to show them off by posturing or assuming certain positions. Some women, she knew, always did that even if they didn't have much to show. Without the bra she always wore, Jane had no doubt about the attractiveness of her torso. She could feel the tips of her nipples against her loose top and knew that Herbert could easily make them out. And they were still soft too. How would they look to him if they got hard?
He made himself another drink and asked her to sit on the grass under a big tree by the lake. When she sat down she did it with the utmost casualness, paying no attention at all to how her short golfing skirt behaved. She was completely natural. Herbert was watching like a hawk, though he did his best to keep it from being obvious.
He'd seen women show off on purpose before plenty of times, giving a man an "accidental" and teasing shot up their dress or down their blouse. That was enjoyable enough. But Jane was different. He got the impression from her unhurried, casual manner that she was quite aware that she had a good body and simply didn't need to call attention to it. This was even sexier, he thought.
He could see about six inches above her knees with no trouble, and the darkness that blocked him from seeing any higher was erotic and mysterious to him. Damn! How he'd like to see just a few more inches up those smooth, slender thighs! Her remark about nudism had been burning in his ears ever since he heard it. He had to pursue the subject even if he made an ass of himself. It would be arousing to Herbert just to talk about being naked with this sex pot.
He brought up the subject as unobtrusively as possible and then plunged on and made it personal. He asked her if she ever sun-bathed around her house with no clothes on and she told him she did. The thought of her lying naked in her patio made his Adam's apple jerk. He said it was a shame to let all the sun go to waste since it was too hot for golf and she readily agreed. His mouth got dry.
"Listen," he said, "nobody can see you here. Hell, if you want to, strip down a little so you can add to your tan… heh heh… I mean, you'd be uncomfortable with me around if you were completely naked but-”
Her very nervousness about mentioning the matter was exciting to her. She knew he was dying to see her with as much bare skin as possible. She grinned and took off her shoes as he spoke, then interrupted him. "Not really, Herbert," she said slowly. "We're both adults. We've seen people with no clothes on before. I'd be lying if I told you my husband was the only man I'd ever seen in the buff. And I'm sure you must have seen more than a few naked women in your time.”
The blood pounded in his head. My God, was he going to get her to strip in front of him? He was especially complimented by her last observation and grinned acknowledgment… Now her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and she was fooling with the snap. The sight of her naked feet in the grass made him think of having the rest of her luscious body the same way. He leaned forward.
"Here, Jane,” “he said, not believing his good fortune. "Let me help you with that.”
He undid the snap and laid open the side of her skirt. His eyes were fixed on the black silk material of her undergarment. It was all he-could do to keep from cramming his hand inside and feeling. She asked if he was going to strip too and for a second his mind boggled. This was too good to be true. If she was just teasing him he'd kill himself. "Sure," he answered. "Can't let you get all the sun.”
He took off his shoes and shirt and when he looked up Jane was sitting on the grass in nothing but her long top. The bottom of it came just below her crotch, preventing him from seeing her sex by the barest margin. And as he watched with bated breath, she began unbuttoning even that.
She glanced up and saw him sitting in his pants. Nice shoulders, she observed, and solidly muscled arms. When he made no move to go further, she egged him on. "Not leaving your pants on, are you?" she calmly asked. "Don't you want to be tan all over?”
He'd let this go far enough, he thought with frustration. He was through playing the part of the gentleman. "Listen, Jane," he told her, "if you want to know the truth I left my pants on so I wouldn't embarrass you. I've been getting hot as hell from watching you, and my cock's hard as a brick.”
She laughed softly. "It isn't exactly a secret. I noticed it sticking up under your pants back when we were still in the golf cart. But you ought to give me more credit, Herbert. Seeing your cock won't embarrass me. It'll do something different.”
He jerked his belt from its loops and tossed it on the ground, then kicked his pants off. His penis stood straight out under his boxer shorts. "You mean you'll like seeing it?" he asked. "Is that how it'll make you feel? Here it is then!" He pulled his shorts down and his firm member sprang free. The look in her eyes was openly appreciative.
"Nice," she said huskily, "nice. You're built real good. The hell with the sun-bathing, Herbert. Seeing that thing makes me think of something else.”
He was feverish with desire. "God damn it, that's the kind of straight talk I like from a woman. Get that top off, will you? You must know Fm champing at the bit to see those big jugs of yours. I knew fucking well you weren't wearing a bra over them when I first picked you up today. And how about your panties? They're still on.”
"Watch me," she told him. "They're coming off.”
"If you don't hurry up about it, I'm going to come off myself," he said with a grin.
"That'd be a shame, Herbert," she pouted. "Don't let that happen just yet, will you?" She unbuttoned the bottom and let the breeze blow her top open. Her fully packed breasts bobbed nakedly in front of his eyes.
"Jesus Christ, honey!" he exploded. "I hope you don't expect me to keep my hands off those damn things!”
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knelt then from her sitting position and stuck her thumb in the waistband of her black lace panties. With slow, sensuous manipulations of her hand and hips, she worked the undergarment downward over the tanned loveliness of her slender legs. She watched his penis bob with life as he looked on.
"If those fucking things are coining off," Herbert suddenly fumed, "they got to come off a hell of a lot faster than that." He made his move, stepping to her and taking the top of the filmy undergarment in his hand and holding her wrist with the other. Then he drew them down to her knees and urged her onto her feet. When she was standing up he jerked them to her ankles and stepped between her feet, holding the panties to the ground. Then he took her in his arms and pulled her sideways, leaving the panties on the grass and her lush body completely naked.
She felt the heat of his hard member against her bare groin. The touch made her go weak against his broad chest and throw her arms around his back. "Hug me, Herbert," she said. "I was a bitch for teasing you like that. I was taking way too much time to get naked. I'm glad you finished the job for me.”
He smiled and pulled her tighter, insinuating the end of his stiff organ into the curly forest between her legs. "Feel that?" he wanted to know.
"Ummmm, God, you know I do!" she said. "I know a better place for it, though.”
"You're hot for me already, aren't you?" he said, amazed. "I could go for it now too, baby, but I got to love you up more before I stick it in. Here, lie down on the grass so I can get some good loving from you before I shove it to you.”
He picked her up in his arms and eagerly lay her down on the ground under the shade of the tree. She lay limp like putty and let him do what he wanted. He started kissing her mouth and face, then moved lower to her neck and upper chest. "You know I got to suck this pair of tits some, baby," he whispered. "You know I got to do that.”
She brazenly took his hand and shoved it between her legs and at the same time, grabbed the stalk of his member. "Suck all you want, lover," she said. "I love it. But work on my cunt some, too. I'm so hot I want a little bit of love there.”
He moved his fingers all over her groin with frantic, nervous motions, then took her outer lips firmly between his thumb and forefinger. "Lemme get you nice and wet down there then," he said consolingly. "If you want to be loved there you got to be prepared for it.”
The second his fingers touched the naked flesh of her sex, underneath all her hairs, he found out she was plenty wet already. Her love juices flowed across the slick surface of her warm vulva and made her curls stick to her skin in ringlets. "Shit, you're hot as hell already!" he exclaimed. "You don't even need to be fingered!”
"Maybe I don't need to be," she whispered, "but I want to be. My pussy's wet okay, but it's going to get even wetter if you play with it. God ahead and finger-fuck it for me.”
As she spoke she moved her own hand on his penis. She had just been holding it until then and that was exciting enough. But when she moved it, he felt the moistness of her fingers and palm slide up and down and groaned from the pleasure.
Her vagina was making little undulations.
The action of his fingers on her slippery outer lips was getting her excited awfully fast. She knew he was very hot too and didn't want to risk having him reach his peak with his organ still in her hand, so she raised her knees and urged him downward.
"I need more than just a plain fuck from you, baby," he told her, rising slightly off her body.
He wants me to blow him, she thought to herself. He wants my mouth on his cock for a few minutes before he rams it in where I need it. Okay by me, as long as there's plenty left for later. But she was wrong. He flipped her over on her stomach and grabbed a breast in each hand from behind. Then she was surprised by the touch of his penis against the back of her long legs". For a little while he was content to rub it up and down the surfaces, but soon he pushed hard and forced her thighs apart. The hot head of the instrument pressed upwards toward the cheeks of her buttocks and she felt it touch the soft skin of the rounded hillocks. "Hey, what's going on?" she cried. "You trying to-”
"I'm not trying, I'm doing it, baby," he grunted, pumping away on top of her. "If you've never had it in the ass, just hang on. You'll love it back there!”
And with that he parted the tight orifice between her firm globes and shoved himself up her rectum.
"Ouch!" she cried, experiencing a man's penis there for the first time. But very quickly the initial pain was gone and she discovered she was enjoying it. It was a little like having her maidenhead busted when she was a girl, she thought. "Ummm," she mumbled, "um um, nobody ever did that to me before… oooh, keep it up, will you? Keep it coming like that. This is almost as good as in my cunt!”
After a few more strokes he suddenly flipped her over again. He spread her legs and bolted into her moist channel with one motion. "Oh," she cried, "this is fantastic! You get me all worked up behind and now you switch over to my cunt. I need your big fat prick in there now more than ever!”
He was above her like a colossus. His knees were dug in on each side of her hips and his penis was sinking all the way into her, then coming all the way out again. He had his hands on her breasts and was slowly kneading them in time to his thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed as she writhed beneath him.
"Now you got it, now you don't!" he started yelling. "Now you got it-" he lowered his organ and plunged deep inside, "-now you don't!" He withdrew it all the way out and raised his pelvis high. This way she was deprived of any contact with it at the peak of every backstroke. The result was that it felt even better when it finally came rushing back down into her again, parting her outer lips and sinking into her heated canal like a dive bomber.
"Ungh… ungh," she grunted, picking up the rhythm. "You're burning me up! Oh, shit, you're-”
"Good, baby," he encouraged, "good. That's the way. Meet me every time, feed it to me!”
She raised her pelvis off the grass every time he bore downward, arching her back and letting him split her open. When he jerked it out and raised himself high above her, she dropped her butt to the ground and bounced up again to meet him. "Here it is, lover!" she screamed. "Here it is… my God, here's my cunt… fuck away, fuck away at it!”
He looked at her and saw sweat running from her neck and breasts. Her face was screwed up in a tight grimace and her arms were reaching for his shoulders on every down stroke. The hot meat of her burning orifice took every thrust and clamored for more. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Fucking is what you're getting, baby… fucking is what you're… oh my God, my nuts are busting… I'm-" he gasped.
"Shoot it in me, lover!" she screamed, pumping her pelvis as fast as she could. "I'm starting to come myself… go ahead and get your nuts off in me… shoot me full of it… oh… ooooh… ahhhh… aiiii!”
Herbert dug his toes in the dirt and thrust himself into her like a battering ram. The end of his instrument buried itself deep in her steaming slit and erupted like a volcano. He gasped like he was dying and yelled at the top of his lungs. Then it was over. He slipped forward against her sweaty body, kissed the nipple of a breast as his mouth slid past, and lay gasping for breath on the grass beside her.
Several minutes later when he recovered he stumbled to the golf cart and took out the thermos of martinis. He poured a stream over his limp organ to wash off the remaining sperm, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and turned to Jane. "Would you like some?" he asked, grinning. "You turned it down before, but maybe you'd like to wash yourself out with it a little. Sorry I can't offer you a shower.”
"No thanks," she declined. "It may not hurt you to do that but if I ever let that alcohol touch the inside of my cunt it would burn like fire. We girls are a little more delicate than you fellows, you know. I've got a better idea.”
She took a rag and walked a few yards to the lake, dipped the cloth in and washed off her vagina. As he watched her squatting there he thought how surprised and delighted he would be to come up on her and catch her doing that. If he didn't know her and just happened upon her there, the sight would make him come in his pants.
After they were fully dressed and ready to drive the golf cart back onto the fairway the sun was already starting to go down. He waved a hand at the western horizon. "It's cool enough to continue our golf game now, but I don't much feel like it. Do you? What we did was much better than whacking a little white ball around all afternoon," he said.
"That kind of talk doesn't sound like something a golf pro would say," she observed. "You sportsmen are supposed to be in love with your game. What would the players think if they heard you talking like that, demeaning their game?”
He accepted her friendly teasing with a smile, then pointed out, "That's nothing. What if I told them it took me an hour and a half to tee off on the fourth hole?”
"But we didn't get that far,” she began, then stopped herself as she caught his joke. "If it's this hole you're talking about, mister," she said, pointing into her lap, "you'd just better not tell the boys anything at all about it.”
All the way to her house he thought about how lucky he'd been to think of calling Jane and how great it was going to be the next time. But he was overconfident. He was sure she'd go out with him the following weekend but when he asked her she was indifferent. His pride was hurt so he pushed the point. "You must have got something from it today," he protested. "You sure seemed to like it when I was fucking you. Why won't you commit yourself about another date with me? Wouldn't you like to keep things happening between us?”
Her answer was icy. "I never denied liking it when you fucked me. But letting you do that to me once had nothing to do with the future. I might go out with you again and I might not. It's a big world, Herbert. There are a lot of attractive people in it-men as well as women. This isn't the nineteenth century, you know. Women have a choice about their sex lives now just as men do.”
She left his car without inviting him inside and he peeled away from the curb, scattering gravel with his tires. "Go to hell, you dumb whore!" he yelled out the window as he turned the corner. "You probably fuck everybody in town!”
As he disappeared down the street she walked through the patio and looked around to see if any of her daughters had been within earshot of his voice. She was proud of herself for holding her ground and laying down the law to Herbert, but she hoped no one had heard him yell at her like that. No one was in sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. She changed clothes and went to the market. Tonight was the night Karen's young boyfriend was coming over to study and she wanted to pick up something nice for the pair to snack on.
Jerri was in her room taking a nap. She had a date with Rodney and wanted to be fresh and ready for plenty of action with him. Kathie was lying in her room on the bed, but she wasn't sleeping. She was in deep thought. Jerri had spent several minutes with her that afternoon telling her about the pictures in her book. What she told her disagreed with what Karen had claimed when she made the mistake of asking her. And she was certain that Jerri knew much more about things than thirteen-year-old Karen.
According to Jerri it was simple. Some girls liked to make love to other girls better than with men. As long as both participants wanted to do it, there wasn't a thing wrong with it. But there were laws against it so you couldn't tell anybody if you were that way. Ages ago, in the time when the statutes in the book were made, there had been no law against such things and so it was more common. And it wasn't nasty or evil, and you shouldn't call those who liked it "queers" or make fun of them.
When Kathie asked if Jerri had ever done anything like that with another girl, the older girl was tongue tied for a minute. Finally she said that she had played around with a few girls when she was younger, but that she never did it anymore because men were much more fun. If a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, it was possible she night go to another girl for it-otherwise it wasn't necessary. Then Jerri had suddenly stopped herself and told Kathie a girl her age didn't need to know about such things anyway. She had seemed a little embarrassed that she had let herself get into such a subject with Kathie.
Kathie lay and fretted. She was old enough to want sex even if Jerri didn't know it. She didn't dare tell her about how she and Karen had peeked In on her and Rodney but she knew watching them had made her awfully hot. And nowadays she played with herself every single night after the lights were off and she was snug under the covers. She just knew she was about to reach the point where she could make herself come. If only some boy would come along and want to do things like that with her!
Then she remembered what Jerri told her-if a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, that's when it was possible to go to another girl for it. Well, she didn't have any other way to get it. Maybe she could do that with some girl. She was sure if Karen would allow it, it would make them both feel good. The time she touched her between the legs while she was sleeping had been real nice for her. She thought it had been the same way for Karen, too, if she would just admit it.
She lay on the bed with her legs tight together while she thought about the idea of her and Karen masturbating each other. She had discovered that felt real good sometimes even without putting her hand there. Then her thoughts turned to Karen's boyfriend Kenny. She remembered how Karen had let Jerri's boyfriend go to bed with her, and her idea that maybe she could somehow do the same thing with Karen's boyfriend to pay her back. She grinned impishly and squeezed her legs tighter together. If she did it, she'd be doing it mainly for her own satisfaction.
The hall phone shook her away from her daydreams. Then came Karen's voice from the bathroom. "Kathie, will you please get that? I'm in the bathtub and Jerri's taking a nap.”
Kathie answered the phone and a deep, unfamiliar man's voice asked who was speaking. She told him and he asked if she had a sister named Karen. When Kathie said she was in the bathtub and couldn't talk, the man quickly said that was all right, he wanted to talk to her. He told her not to tell Karen who was on the phone. That appealed to the girl's sense of mystery so she agreed. He asked how old she was, what she looked like, where she went to school and such things.
He still hadn't identified himself but Kathie was intrigued by his husky, pleasant voice so she kept answering his questions. Since his interest in her pleased her so much, she went right ahead and replied to everything he said, no matter what it was. It was fun to have someone interested in her for a change instead of her older sisters. It was really fun talking to the strange caller. He paid her all kinds of compliments and told her he wished he could see her, that she must be "cute as a bug's ear.”
Kathie giggled and he asked if someone was tickling her in the ribs. Then he started asking very personal questions. She knew she probably would be in big trouble if her mother ever heard her answering such things as he asked, but it was exciting to her to hear him say such naughty things to her.
"You said you were ten," he went on. "Got any peach fuzz on your pussy yet?”
She giggled uproariously and lied to him. "A little bit," she confided. "No ninnies yet but a little fuzz on my cunny.”
" 'Cunny'?*' he questioned. "That what you call it? Ever see your sister's?”
"Sure," responded Kathie, "lots of times.”
"And her 'ninnies'?" he pursued. "You see them too?" His voice seemed kind of shaky to the girl.
She said yes and he asked if she ever touched them. Kathie told him she hadn't but added that she had touched her sister in "an even better place.”
"Where?" he asked, his voice nervous.
"Once, when she was asleep, I went up and touched her cunny," the child told him. "But she woke up and I had to quit.”
"How about your own?" he asked. "Ever play with it? Do you ever put your hands in your panties when you're by yourself and make it feel good? Does your sister ever do it?”
For some reason Kathie became a little shy when the questions got this close to home. Finally she said, "I… I do sometimes. And I know Karen does too, But I've seen her up close once. Why do you want to know all that stuff?”
"I'll tell you in a minute," the man said. "Just tell me a few more things about yourself first. What color panties are you wearing right now?”
"I'll have to look," she answered dutifully. He could hear a rustling noise. She pulled up the front of her dress and glanced at the undergarment. "Just plain old blue ones," she said. "They're kind of old. There's a hole in them.”
"There is?" he repeated. He seemed very interested in that detail, "Where is it? Where's that hole at?”
"Well, if you must know," she replied, "it's right in front. It's right next to my cunny and sort of off to the side a little. Why?“
He ignored her question. "Wait a minute, don't put your dress down yet. Are you looking at it right now?”
She said she was and he asked her how she was sitting, with her legs spread or wide apart. She told him fairly wide apart but not too wide apart, and he asked her if there was enough room there for her hand. She giggled and said there was. Then he asked her why she didn't stick her finger in the hole and play with herself through it? She giggled and said she didn't have to, that she already had her hand in her panties and had had it there for several minutes.
"You… you have?" he ejaculated. "You've got your fingers in that sweet little pus-in that sweet little 'cunny' of yours?”
"Yeah,” she innocently responded. "You got me hot talking to me about what I looked like and my sister and all that, so I started fooling with my cunny while you were talking. I couldn't do much for myself through that hole-it's "too little for me to get my fingers into. But I'm sure doing plenty down in the front of them right now.”
"And… and your sister," he went on. "She's in the bathroom right now naked in the tub, you said. What if she ^aw you fingering yourself right now? Would she… do you think she'd want to take over and do it for you herself or-”
"I don't know," broke in Kathie, "but if she'd let me, I'd love to do hers for her. Heck, I'd even get in between her legs and kiss it for her if I could. I've seen pictures of girls doing that and I wouldn't be afraid to!”
Now the caller was barely intelligible. "Yes… yes," he croaked, "that would be lovely… that's why I've been asking you all these questions, sweety. I'm crazy about people jacking themselves off and jacking each other off. I'm… oh God, I can't stand it… I'm doing the same thing to myself. You hear me, Kathie, I'm doing the same thing! I wish you could see me, honey, and see my great big cock. It's about to… ohhhh… it's gonna… ahhh… shoot off!”
She kept listening but after the sound of the receiver hitting the floor, no sound came for a long time. She said hello several times but didn't get an answer for a long time. She just kept playing with herself and waiting for him to talk again. Finally she heard his voice say, "Be good, sweety. Be good and jack yourself off a lot and I'll be in touch with you again. I want to see you and your sister naked together. You just wait, I'll surprise you soon and you'll see me when you least expect it,”
"Kathie!" yelled a sudden voice, scaring the youngster out of her wits. "Kathie, what in the world are you doing?" It was Karen, standing dripping-wet in the hall with her hands on her slim hips and her blonde hair plastered to her face.
There was no way for Kathie to get out of her predicament. She was caught. "I… I'm just jacking myself off, that's all," she answered defiantly. At least it was Karen who caught her and not her mother, she was glad to discover. "Don't make a big deal about it. You know darned well you were doing the very same thing yourself that night we watched Jerri and Rodney screwing!”
Karen had to admit she had little grounds for criticizing her younger sister's masturbation. But what did the telephone have to do with it, she wanted to know? Who was it she'd been talking to? Her pert little breasts jiggled and drops of water flew off as she stood waiting for an answer.
But Kathie wouldn't admit it had been a strange man on the phone. She claimed it was only one of her girl friends from school, and that the phone conversation had nothing to do with her actions.
Before Karen could pursue the matter any further they heard Jerri's voice from downstairs. "Karen, Kenny's here to study with you. Hurry on down here.”
"Now see what you've done," Karen said to Kathie. "You've made me late for my date with Kenny.”
But then Kenny's voice rang out from the living room. "That's okay, Karen, take your time," he said. "Your big sister's really groovy. I'll just talk to her till you get ready to study.”
There was something in his tone that Karen didn't like at all. She pictured him staring at her beautiful sister, and a knot grew in her stomach.