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My new friend Gretchen was just about to save my bacon, as my dad used to say. i had a pocket full of bils that I had made at the GH that I hadn't even counted, but i knew that i would be happy to pay her whatever.
I knew that after I left, she and Judy were going to do some sex stuff, and i had not stopped lusting after Gretchen since I had that first picture in my mind of her dark pussy curls behind her whilte lace panties...and now Judy was going to slide them off her brown thighs and get her face in there, her kisses in there, get to feel Gretchen get all wet and fucky and sucky..that's what i wanted, not a voice lesson with Miss Hanscomb, but I was committed to the voice lesson, so that is what I did.
Judy told me about it later. Both of us had sex with her a few times. I was right. Gretchen had just the dream pussy for me, and she was so sweet and loving about sharing it. I didn't care if she did me or not, but she did, and that was lovely ,too.
We were friends for many years after that, even after i moved to Bellingham..
On the bus ride to Miss Hanscomb's, way out in Eagle Rock, I was so dreamy and tired. Gretchen had gotten me into a a pink wool business ouffit, fitted short skirt, with a matching jacket and even a pillbox hat. My haiir was washed, I had a long bath, Gretchen splashed me with some perfume, and I was off to continue my music career. In all the clothing that I owned, I did not have a single item in pink, and now I was on the bus, all serious, like Miss California Rosebud or something.
I hoped that I looked weird enough so that all the men who saw me left me alone...I didn't want to be distracted. It is a long bus ride. I had never tried to do it before and I sat there and rode and rode..well, Los Angeles is made for cars, not buses, so going ANYWHERE on the bus takes a while.
I looked like a virgin, in pink, but in my mind, I was thinking about what I had just been doing, my head was full of images of cocks from the glory hole, and pussies that belonged to Judy and Gretchen. After all that sex, I was still horny for Gretchen. I felt weird to be horny at all after what I had been doing, but I had had a ton of sex today, but only one little cum from it!
I knew that just about now, Gretchen would be making some sweet sex noise while Judy pushed her legs apart, Gretchen would put her hands on the back of Judy's head and pull her in, yum yum...oh fuck, I wanted that. ..I needed to think about something else or I would start playing with myself in the stupid bus seat.
I closed my eyes and nodded off a little. I had this image of this afternoon, when Neal had been fucking my little puss like he was the penis wizard, and right before he came, I got off him and spun around so I got all of it in my mouth. You probably think I'm a fucking cum-sponge, but, usually, right in my mouth, down my throat, is not quite tea with the Duchess for me. I did it as fast and as dirty and nasty as I could for him to see, j because I liked him, I loved the way he fucked me and I really wanted to make him happy.
He was surprised, but he loved it. I like bi-sexual men, they always kiss you wherever they shoot on you..Ummmmmm Neal what a fuckin' sweetie...
I quick opened my eyes, my puss was damp, the bus was nearly at the stop. I sure hoped that when when I got to Miss Hanscomb's, I didn't smell like an afternoon at the used cunt club...
Of course, I guess you knew that Miss Hanscomb was kinky. I mean, how could you not, when she died and they went into her house...oh my god. It was all in the newspaper, but, of course, they left a lot out of the newspaper, because there were plenty of well known and famous people who came to her stucco house in Eagle Rock for "lessons."
I didn't know about any of this until todayI I'll say she gave lessons. For the past year, all she had given me were voice lessons, and she was very good, too, she was the best voice teacher...but she was really a bitch, I hate to say that about anyone, particularly someone who taught me so much, but she was. She was never nice to me, never, but on the August evening I came to my lesson after being a cummy cum slut at the glory hole ; that's when it got weird.....
I was on right on time, but she said I was late, and told me she couldn't cotinue to keep me as a pupil if I didn't respect her schedule. I didn't answer her back for that. I wanted to pay her with the cash I had made today, , and she got all pissy with me about THAT, saying I should know that she always gets paid by check, for her records and mine. I think there was some dried-up semen on some of the bills that I hadn't noticed before. She gave me this look, and said:
"Why don't you just bring a check next time?"
She was actually kind of nice, for once.
There was as Handel aria that she wanted me to learn. It takes a lot of concentration to do it right, but even when I got it right, I wasn't too crazy for it! She was playing the piano, and I was singing from the score. .All I could think about was Judy and Gretchen. I must have snapped a fucking tube or something at the bookstore..usually I do my sex thing, whatever it is, even if it's a fuckin' orgy...after it's done, I put it away in my mind and go on to something else..But tonight, I was thinking that right now, Judy's ears were against Cretchen's thighs, her face and her tounge and her mouth and her fucking lips were where mine were supposed to be..Every time I closed my eyes, as I often did to reach and hear the correct sound in my head, I had a clear picture of two fat women's naked bodies on each other. It was making me nuts, it was screwing up my lesson, and Miss Hanscomb, no fool she, was right on my case:
`For the very first time, I saw Miss Hanscomb drop her mask.
"Sylvia, we need to stop our lesson. I know you are trying, dear, I can tell that, I appreciate that you are making the effort. What I an asking you to do with this Handel aria is not simple, I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't think it was in your range, nusically, mentally, emotionally, artistically. ..But your mind is not with me tonigiht, I can tell. I can tell, because, so often when you come to your lesson, for a girl your age, for a young woman, you give the music every bit of your attention . Every bit. Unusual.. I appreciate your being on time, and your attention to your appearance, though my dear, please, never again go out in pink, I beg of you.""
"I also have a lot on my mind this eveiing, dear. You have never met my husband, he does not live with me here. He is very ill. I think he will die soon, no matter what I do or say."
"You are grown up enough to share a drink and talk about matters of love and sex, I think? What would you like?"
Her hand so gently brushed, well, more than gently brushed or ..touched my knee.
It didn't matter how much sex I had had, how was a sixteen year old supposed to respond to that?
Miss Hanscomb returned with two half filled brandy snifters.
"Well, I think this will be nice."
She sat close to me, so close that her hip was touching mine.
"Honestly, Sylvia, your look quite lovely..I just don't think that pink is your color with your red hair and complexion...
Sylvia, I know you think of me as your voice teacher, and that is how I designed our relationship to be.. But we are not on the clock now, there is so much going on for me, with me, to me, that my concentration is as interrupted as yours is tonight. When we are in the lesson, I would prefer that you continue to cal me "Miss Hanscomb", but now, please call me "Olga", that is my given name. Is that all right with you?'"
"Oh sure, Olga. fine, that's cool with me.." I said, not having the slightest idea what this woman was up to, but sometimes I get a little buzz feeling around my girly spots when I think something sexual is about to surprise me. I was starting to feel that feeling right now.
'Sylvia, I had to work and work and work to become a voice teacher. When I was your age, a litttle younger, I was growing up in a little town in Norway, on a fijord. My parents loved me. I played piano, violin and I loved to sing. I wanted to be like Birgit Neilson and other Norwegian women opera singers.
In 1940, the German Nazi's invaded our country, and they were too powerful, too organized..they defeated our brave soldiers and took hold of our country.
Those bastards..how we hated them, even if a lot of their soldiers were young boys not so different from me...I mean , if you look at a Norwegian and a German, how can you tell the difference?"
"But we were k**s, we teased amd mocked them as much as we could without getting ourselves sent to a Nazi prison..I had an eye for the boys, I did, and my sex feelings were developing, too. In Norway, it is not like here, everyone understands that...it's hard to explain. "
"I met this one German boy, a soldier, yes, he was from Hamburg, a big modern city, and he was very funny and cute. He didn't give a fig for HItler or the Nazi's or any of that. I knew that if I had sex with him, I would be driven from my village and shunned from my family forever...but Sylvia, I think you can understand, I wanted him..in my arms, in my bed, in between my legs...I wanted him..you know sex feelings when you are so young? I didn't dare tell anyone about my feelings, especially him, but that didn't mean the feelings went away..."
Olga put her hand on my knee.
"I had to play with myself a lot just for the releif, you know, I saw him everyday.."
There was a silent moment, Olga and I sipped the brandy. whatever was happening, I knew this wasn't the end of the story for tonight....
"My German soldier boy gave me a baby. Then he was sent away, someplace, Africa, Russia, France, who knows, and of course my baby's father was not to be seen again. It happened to millions of women. but the real truth is, I was f******n years old, I gave myself to him..totally. I let him have as as much sex with me as his young body could make. I thought I was a little village girl who loved music, but I found, thanks to this boy who gave me a son and never really cared aout me.. that I was a lot more than that."
"When he kissed me, Sylvia, you know, most girls will stop a man's hands as they travel her body..at least for a while....this is true,yes? Is this also true in your life.?"
Olga touched my hair. She knew. Right away, she knew. There is no way in the world I can hide the shiver when somebody does that. One more touch, I thought, and away we go. I already had my mind in another woman's pussy, and I had been face deep in Judy for a good part of the afternoon.
"Oh, shit, here we go.."I thought. I hope she doesn't chop me up and bury me in the cellar..."
Olga touched my hair again
"Such wonderful red hair you have. What a gift. You will be so wonderful onstage in your costumes, tiny you, with your red hair and your big voice. People will be astonished when that sound comes out of you..."
My hair is my erogenous zone..is that the word? Ever since I have been getting close to boys and gilrs too, they think it must be my big boobs or my nipples or between my legs or in my ass or someplace, but what they don't know is a kiss-not a tongue halfway down my throat kiss-but a gentle one, and stroking my hair a certain way, and little Sylvia is a goner. If some boy or girl is doing that, my heart rate changes, my breathing changes and I start thinking about how soon it's going to be before me or somebody else slides these damn panties off.. i don't tell everyone that, but that is how I'm wired up.
Olga stroked my hair a few times.
I had the picture in my head of Judy and Gretchen together. Both of them naked on a big pink bed, Gretchen riding Judy's face. It was so sharp and crisp, it must have been happening just as I had the thought.
Olga said
" Sylvia, may I talk to you about some personal history of mine?'"
Ooooh I knew, i just KNEW that we were going to go some place sexy, kinky, I was hoping, and that Judy Chavez was not the only girl who was going to have a nice time with her little girly parts tonight.
Olga started to tell me about being a horny little Norwegian f******n year old. In detaiI. I love that. I do the same exact thing to get boys excited.
I wanted to get my hands in my pants right there, but I restrained mysslf. I don't know what Olga expected. A shy little not-quite-a-virgin, or the cum queen of the dirty bookstore who had, just ninety miutes before, been carefully washing all evidence of recent sex out of her hair and off her body. We were starting to kiss a little. Olga's hand now resting on my knee. I wanted to get on my knees in front of her, have her lift her dress, take the back of my head, push it into her panties (If she was wearing any) and be my strict teacher, and tell me exactly what to do.
Judy and I played dom-sub games all the time, but since we were the same age, that took a certain buzz away from it.
I had this nice feeling that Olga was a woman who liked to make youg women and maybe men do stuff, what stuff i wasn't quite sure.
She wanted to tell me more about Norway. I had already figured she was going to tell me about sucking some boy off, that was fine by me. There is no better way to get the party rolling with me than something like that.
"We were outside, in the woods, in a clearing. There was no war going on in Norway, the Germans were there, running things, we didn't like them or the situation, but that's the way things were."
"I knew I was about to take a big step and get myself in trouble, but this is what I was talking about earlier, , that moment in a young girl's life when she decides to act on her sexual feelings, whatever the consequences."
"I got into kissing Emil, kissing him a lot, not such virginal kisses either, and as I was kissing him, I kept running my hand over the erection trying to escape from his shorts . I was a Norwegian girl, so I had an education abut sex since I was seven. But Sylvia, I had never, ever tried anything like this, II made my heart go crazy."
"What if he told me to stop?"
Now Olga started to kiss me with more passion. Ummmmmm. I knew what was coming..
"No, Sylvia, he didn't ask me to stop, not at all.
Olga's soft hand moved to the inside of my thigh.
"Did anytihing like that ever happen to you?"
I didn't know where to start, or if I shourld talk at all now. I wanted, for once, to let the other person do the talking. I wanted Olga to tell me about unbuttoning his fly, seeing that erct penis and than taking it in her hand, the size, the color, the smell,how it was hard and soft at the same time, how it felt when she moved her hand along it's length, and how Emil responded, how it felt against her lips when she had never pur a man's penis there befroe. I wanted to rub my pussy, rub it the right way, open my legs and rub ny pussy whlile Olga gave me every detail. I wasn't sure I was going to get all that, nobody I knew ever did that as much as I wanted, even my best lovers didn't understand that about me.
I was getting excited. I was ready to start touching myself anyway.
I couldn't shut up any more. I've never been any good at it.
"Olga, do you mind if I rub my pussy while you talk..you are getting me excited.."
Olga reached up and brushed her hand across my new red satin panties, courtesy of Krhrons's palace of fashion and ny friend Gretchen.
""No, Sylvia, of couse not, I mean we all get excited sometimes, yes? What are we to to?"
My hands were in my underwear so fast. I wasb't puffing and panting quite yet, but this scene was diffeernt and exciting enough and I knew it wouldn't be long:
"Tell me about his cock, Olga, did you suck his cock?"
"Of, course, at tht point nothing was going to keep me from doing that except my mother or aother soldier with a gun! IThere is so much talk and pornography today, and most girls, by the time they are f******n, know quite a bit about this simple sex thing, but in a Norwegian village in 1942, even though we all knew about how babies are made, sexual intimacies were really intimate. A cock sucking blow job? That was someting men got from the whores of Hamburg or Paris, not from f******n year olds."
"Sylvia, when I put his fully eect penis. "cock"", as you say, against my soft cheek, when I stroked it , and licked it up and down and pulled the skin back and forth..and when I saw how Emil responded to that...I didn't have any idea what I was doing. But, Sylvia, .I felt a sense of power go through me , like I had never felt before..I knew this man, this soldier, was at my mercy. Like most men, he was a slave to his cock, a slave, and on that spring afternoon I learned that about Emil and about most men and I have used that knowledge for my pleasure for the rest of my life."
"Did you choke on it?"
"Sylvia, did you choke on the first cock you had in your mouth/"
"Yes...but"
"Exactly, my dear,,yes but...I was going not going to let that stop me, and I'd venture to say the same thing happened to you?".
"Olga, I'm only sixteen, but I've.".
"Have you? Really? Have you had a lot a cocks in your pretty mouth? Now, my dear, that thought gets me wet. I would love to help you out of those lovely red satinn panties...may I...?'
I lifted my ass and hips and Olga put her hands gently in the waistband and slid my panties down, just below my knees.
"I think this is sexy, yes, with them down put not quite off, like what..you might get caught and have to pull them up really fast.."
Oh, Olga was a sexy one. This was going to be fun
"Oh,look at you! such darliing curls.."
I was rubbing my puss in the open now, so Olga could see. I opened my legs a litttle so she could see more.
Olga kept talking about blowing that boy when she was f******n. God, I thought I rembered everything, Olga remembered everything fron 1942!
"Emil put his cock on my lips, and I got busy with my tongue and lips, kissing him all over. He showed me the very sensitive places, that little bit of skin and......"
"Olga", "I thought. "Shut up and eat my fucking pussy"
I knew that after I left, she and Judy were going to do some sex stuff, and i had not stopped lusting after Gretchen since I had that first picture in my mind of her dark pussy curls behind her whilte lace panties...and now Judy was going to slide them off her brown thighs and get her face in there, her kisses in there, get to feel Gretchen get all wet and fucky and sucky..that's what i wanted, not a voice lesson with Miss Hanscomb, but I was committed to the voice lesson, so that is what I did.
Judy told me about it later. Both of us had sex with her a few times. I was right. Gretchen had just the dream pussy for me, and she was so sweet and loving about sharing it. I didn't care if she did me or not, but she did, and that was lovely ,too.
We were friends for many years after that, even after i moved to Bellingham..
On the bus ride to Miss Hanscomb's, way out in Eagle Rock, I was so dreamy and tired. Gretchen had gotten me into a a pink wool business ouffit, fitted short skirt, with a matching jacket and even a pillbox hat. My haiir was washed, I had a long bath, Gretchen splashed me with some perfume, and I was off to continue my music career. In all the clothing that I owned, I did not have a single item in pink, and now I was on the bus, all serious, like Miss California Rosebud or something.
I hoped that I looked weird enough so that all the men who saw me left me alone...I didn't want to be distracted. It is a long bus ride. I had never tried to do it before and I sat there and rode and rode..well, Los Angeles is made for cars, not buses, so going ANYWHERE on the bus takes a while.
I looked like a virgin, in pink, but in my mind, I was thinking about what I had just been doing, my head was full of images of cocks from the glory hole, and pussies that belonged to Judy and Gretchen. After all that sex, I was still horny for Gretchen. I felt weird to be horny at all after what I had been doing, but I had had a ton of sex today, but only one little cum from it!
I knew that just about now, Gretchen would be making some sweet sex noise while Judy pushed her legs apart, Gretchen would put her hands on the back of Judy's head and pull her in, yum yum...oh fuck, I wanted that. ..I needed to think about something else or I would start playing with myself in the stupid bus seat.
I closed my eyes and nodded off a little. I had this image of this afternoon, when Neal had been fucking my little puss like he was the penis wizard, and right before he came, I got off him and spun around so I got all of it in my mouth. You probably think I'm a fucking cum-sponge, but, usually, right in my mouth, down my throat, is not quite tea with the Duchess for me. I did it as fast and as dirty and nasty as I could for him to see, j because I liked him, I loved the way he fucked me and I really wanted to make him happy.
He was surprised, but he loved it. I like bi-sexual men, they always kiss you wherever they shoot on you..Ummmmmm Neal what a fuckin' sweetie...
I quick opened my eyes, my puss was damp, the bus was nearly at the stop. I sure hoped that when when I got to Miss Hanscomb's, I didn't smell like an afternoon at the used cunt club...
Of course, I guess you knew that Miss Hanscomb was kinky. I mean, how could you not, when she died and they went into her house...oh my god. It was all in the newspaper, but, of course, they left a lot out of the newspaper, because there were plenty of well known and famous people who came to her stucco house in Eagle Rock for "lessons."
I didn't know about any of this until todayI I'll say she gave lessons. For the past year, all she had given me were voice lessons, and she was very good, too, she was the best voice teacher...but she was really a bitch, I hate to say that about anyone, particularly someone who taught me so much, but she was. She was never nice to me, never, but on the August evening I came to my lesson after being a cummy cum slut at the glory hole ; that's when it got weird.....
I was on right on time, but she said I was late, and told me she couldn't cotinue to keep me as a pupil if I didn't respect her schedule. I didn't answer her back for that. I wanted to pay her with the cash I had made today, , and she got all pissy with me about THAT, saying I should know that she always gets paid by check, for her records and mine. I think there was some dried-up semen on some of the bills that I hadn't noticed before. She gave me this look, and said:
"Why don't you just bring a check next time?"
She was actually kind of nice, for once.
There was as Handel aria that she wanted me to learn. It takes a lot of concentration to do it right, but even when I got it right, I wasn't too crazy for it! She was playing the piano, and I was singing from the score. .All I could think about was Judy and Gretchen. I must have snapped a fucking tube or something at the bookstore..usually I do my sex thing, whatever it is, even if it's a fuckin' orgy...after it's done, I put it away in my mind and go on to something else..But tonight, I was thinking that right now, Judy's ears were against Cretchen's thighs, her face and her tounge and her mouth and her fucking lips were where mine were supposed to be..Every time I closed my eyes, as I often did to reach and hear the correct sound in my head, I had a clear picture of two fat women's naked bodies on each other. It was making me nuts, it was screwing up my lesson, and Miss Hanscomb, no fool she, was right on my case:
`For the very first time, I saw Miss Hanscomb drop her mask.
"Sylvia, we need to stop our lesson. I know you are trying, dear, I can tell that, I appreciate that you are making the effort. What I an asking you to do with this Handel aria is not simple, I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't think it was in your range, nusically, mentally, emotionally, artistically. ..But your mind is not with me tonigiht, I can tell. I can tell, because, so often when you come to your lesson, for a girl your age, for a young woman, you give the music every bit of your attention . Every bit. Unusual.. I appreciate your being on time, and your attention to your appearance, though my dear, please, never again go out in pink, I beg of you.""
"I also have a lot on my mind this eveiing, dear. You have never met my husband, he does not live with me here. He is very ill. I think he will die soon, no matter what I do or say."
"You are grown up enough to share a drink and talk about matters of love and sex, I think? What would you like?"
Her hand so gently brushed, well, more than gently brushed or ..touched my knee.
It didn't matter how much sex I had had, how was a sixteen year old supposed to respond to that?
Miss Hanscomb returned with two half filled brandy snifters.
"Well, I think this will be nice."
She sat close to me, so close that her hip was touching mine.
"Honestly, Sylvia, your look quite lovely..I just don't think that pink is your color with your red hair and complexion...
Sylvia, I know you think of me as your voice teacher, and that is how I designed our relationship to be.. But we are not on the clock now, there is so much going on for me, with me, to me, that my concentration is as interrupted as yours is tonight. When we are in the lesson, I would prefer that you continue to cal me "Miss Hanscomb", but now, please call me "Olga", that is my given name. Is that all right with you?'"
"Oh sure, Olga. fine, that's cool with me.." I said, not having the slightest idea what this woman was up to, but sometimes I get a little buzz feeling around my girly spots when I think something sexual is about to surprise me. I was starting to feel that feeling right now.
'Sylvia, I had to work and work and work to become a voice teacher. When I was your age, a litttle younger, I was growing up in a little town in Norway, on a fijord. My parents loved me. I played piano, violin and I loved to sing. I wanted to be like Birgit Neilson and other Norwegian women opera singers.
In 1940, the German Nazi's invaded our country, and they were too powerful, too organized..they defeated our brave soldiers and took hold of our country.
Those bastards..how we hated them, even if a lot of their soldiers were young boys not so different from me...I mean , if you look at a Norwegian and a German, how can you tell the difference?"
"But we were k**s, we teased amd mocked them as much as we could without getting ourselves sent to a Nazi prison..I had an eye for the boys, I did, and my sex feelings were developing, too. In Norway, it is not like here, everyone understands that...it's hard to explain. "
"I met this one German boy, a soldier, yes, he was from Hamburg, a big modern city, and he was very funny and cute. He didn't give a fig for HItler or the Nazi's or any of that. I knew that if I had sex with him, I would be driven from my village and shunned from my family forever...but Sylvia, I think you can understand, I wanted him..in my arms, in my bed, in between my legs...I wanted him..you know sex feelings when you are so young? I didn't dare tell anyone about my feelings, especially him, but that didn't mean the feelings went away..."
Olga put her hand on my knee.
"I had to play with myself a lot just for the releif, you know, I saw him everyday.."
There was a silent moment, Olga and I sipped the brandy. whatever was happening, I knew this wasn't the end of the story for tonight....
"My German soldier boy gave me a baby. Then he was sent away, someplace, Africa, Russia, France, who knows, and of course my baby's father was not to be seen again. It happened to millions of women. but the real truth is, I was f******n years old, I gave myself to him..totally. I let him have as as much sex with me as his young body could make. I thought I was a little village girl who loved music, but I found, thanks to this boy who gave me a son and never really cared aout me.. that I was a lot more than that."
"When he kissed me, Sylvia, you know, most girls will stop a man's hands as they travel her body..at least for a while....this is true,yes? Is this also true in your life.?"
Olga touched my hair. She knew. Right away, she knew. There is no way in the world I can hide the shiver when somebody does that. One more touch, I thought, and away we go. I already had my mind in another woman's pussy, and I had been face deep in Judy for a good part of the afternoon.
"Oh, shit, here we go.."I thought. I hope she doesn't chop me up and bury me in the cellar..."
Olga touched my hair again
"Such wonderful red hair you have. What a gift. You will be so wonderful onstage in your costumes, tiny you, with your red hair and your big voice. People will be astonished when that sound comes out of you..."
My hair is my erogenous zone..is that the word? Ever since I have been getting close to boys and gilrs too, they think it must be my big boobs or my nipples or between my legs or in my ass or someplace, but what they don't know is a kiss-not a tongue halfway down my throat kiss-but a gentle one, and stroking my hair a certain way, and little Sylvia is a goner. If some boy or girl is doing that, my heart rate changes, my breathing changes and I start thinking about how soon it's going to be before me or somebody else slides these damn panties off.. i don't tell everyone that, but that is how I'm wired up.
Olga stroked my hair a few times.
I had the picture in my head of Judy and Gretchen together. Both of them naked on a big pink bed, Gretchen riding Judy's face. It was so sharp and crisp, it must have been happening just as I had the thought.
Olga said
" Sylvia, may I talk to you about some personal history of mine?'"
Ooooh I knew, i just KNEW that we were going to go some place sexy, kinky, I was hoping, and that Judy Chavez was not the only girl who was going to have a nice time with her little girly parts tonight.
Olga started to tell me about being a horny little Norwegian f******n year old. In detaiI. I love that. I do the same exact thing to get boys excited.
I wanted to get my hands in my pants right there, but I restrained mysslf. I don't know what Olga expected. A shy little not-quite-a-virgin, or the cum queen of the dirty bookstore who had, just ninety miutes before, been carefully washing all evidence of recent sex out of her hair and off her body. We were starting to kiss a little. Olga's hand now resting on my knee. I wanted to get on my knees in front of her, have her lift her dress, take the back of my head, push it into her panties (If she was wearing any) and be my strict teacher, and tell me exactly what to do.
Judy and I played dom-sub games all the time, but since we were the same age, that took a certain buzz away from it.
I had this nice feeling that Olga was a woman who liked to make youg women and maybe men do stuff, what stuff i wasn't quite sure.
She wanted to tell me more about Norway. I had already figured she was going to tell me about sucking some boy off, that was fine by me. There is no better way to get the party rolling with me than something like that.
"We were outside, in the woods, in a clearing. There was no war going on in Norway, the Germans were there, running things, we didn't like them or the situation, but that's the way things were."
"I knew I was about to take a big step and get myself in trouble, but this is what I was talking about earlier, , that moment in a young girl's life when she decides to act on her sexual feelings, whatever the consequences."
"I got into kissing Emil, kissing him a lot, not such virginal kisses either, and as I was kissing him, I kept running my hand over the erection trying to escape from his shorts . I was a Norwegian girl, so I had an education abut sex since I was seven. But Sylvia, I had never, ever tried anything like this, II made my heart go crazy."
"What if he told me to stop?"
Now Olga started to kiss me with more passion. Ummmmmm. I knew what was coming..
"No, Sylvia, he didn't ask me to stop, not at all.
Olga's soft hand moved to the inside of my thigh.
"Did anytihing like that ever happen to you?"
I didn't know where to start, or if I shourld talk at all now. I wanted, for once, to let the other person do the talking. I wanted Olga to tell me about unbuttoning his fly, seeing that erct penis and than taking it in her hand, the size, the color, the smell,how it was hard and soft at the same time, how it felt when she moved her hand along it's length, and how Emil responded, how it felt against her lips when she had never pur a man's penis there befroe. I wanted to rub my pussy, rub it the right way, open my legs and rub ny pussy whlile Olga gave me every detail. I wasn't sure I was going to get all that, nobody I knew ever did that as much as I wanted, even my best lovers didn't understand that about me.
I was getting excited. I was ready to start touching myself anyway.
I couldn't shut up any more. I've never been any good at it.
"Olga, do you mind if I rub my pussy while you talk..you are getting me excited.."
Olga reached up and brushed her hand across my new red satin panties, courtesy of Krhrons's palace of fashion and ny friend Gretchen.
""No, Sylvia, of couse not, I mean we all get excited sometimes, yes? What are we to to?"
My hands were in my underwear so fast. I wasb't puffing and panting quite yet, but this scene was diffeernt and exciting enough and I knew it wouldn't be long:
"Tell me about his cock, Olga, did you suck his cock?"
"Of, course, at tht point nothing was going to keep me from doing that except my mother or aother soldier with a gun! IThere is so much talk and pornography today, and most girls, by the time they are f******n, know quite a bit about this simple sex thing, but in a Norwegian village in 1942, even though we all knew about how babies are made, sexual intimacies were really intimate. A cock sucking blow job? That was someting men got from the whores of Hamburg or Paris, not from f******n year olds."
"Sylvia, when I put his fully eect penis. "cock"", as you say, against my soft cheek, when I stroked it , and licked it up and down and pulled the skin back and forth..and when I saw how Emil responded to that...I didn't have any idea what I was doing. But, Sylvia, .I felt a sense of power go through me , like I had never felt before..I knew this man, this soldier, was at my mercy. Like most men, he was a slave to his cock, a slave, and on that spring afternoon I learned that about Emil and about most men and I have used that knowledge for my pleasure for the rest of my life."
"Did you choke on it?"
"Sylvia, did you choke on the first cock you had in your mouth/"
"Yes...but"
"Exactly, my dear,,yes but...I was going not going to let that stop me, and I'd venture to say the same thing happened to you?".
"Olga, I'm only sixteen, but I've.".
"Have you? Really? Have you had a lot a cocks in your pretty mouth? Now, my dear, that thought gets me wet. I would love to help you out of those lovely red satinn panties...may I...?'
I lifted my ass and hips and Olga put her hands gently in the waistband and slid my panties down, just below my knees.
"I think this is sexy, yes, with them down put not quite off, like what..you might get caught and have to pull them up really fast.."
Oh, Olga was a sexy one. This was going to be fun
"Oh,look at you! such darliing curls.."
I was rubbing my puss in the open now, so Olga could see. I opened my legs a litttle so she could see more.
Olga kept talking about blowing that boy when she was f******n. God, I thought I rembered everything, Olga remembered everything fron 1942!
"Emil put his cock on my lips, and I got busy with my tongue and lips, kissing him all over. He showed me the very sensitive places, that little bit of skin and......"
"Olga", "I thought. "Shut up and eat my fucking pussy"
Julianne
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