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The Voice Lesson
I had been making love with Judy and Gretchen after our money making stint at the glory hole at Ambassador books. We went to the store next door, and met with Gretchen Ramriez, and spent the rest of the afternoon having threeway woman sex with her. But I had a lot on my minf that day:
"Judy, you can stay, but I need to wash my hair, have a shower and go.."
Gretchen:
"Let me find some clothes for you. Sylvia. We call this place the "Mayan Macey's" because so many women come in here from Chiapas and Guatemala. Most of thosee women are not very tall, but still, they are built like women not little girls, and they have to find stuff to wear to work and job interviews and so we have a whole section of business clothes. there are even some women lawyers who shop here because we can always find their sizE> If it doesn't fit, and you want it, we will make it fit you...and you will look great....take a look over here..I am going to make a bath for you..."
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 j 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 tht I owned, I did not have a single item in pink, and now I was on the bus, all serious, like Moss 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..UmmmmmmNeal 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, becasue there were plenty of well known and famous people who came to her stucco house in Eagle Rock for "lessons"
I'll say she gave lessons
For a year, all she gave 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.
We had this 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 aroundmy gilr;y spots when I think something sexual is about to surprise me. I was starting to feel that feeling right now
'Sylvia, I had to worik and work and work to become a voice teacher. When I was your age, a litttle younger, I was growing up in a little towwn in NOrway, on a Fjord. My parents loved me, I played piano, violin and I loved to sing. I wnated to be like Birgit Neilson and other NOwegian women .
In 1940, the German Nazi's invaded our country, and they were too powerful, too organized..they defeated our brvce 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 meanf , if you look at a Norwegian and a German, how can you tell the difference?"
"BUt we were k**s, we teassed amd mocked them as much as we could woithout getting ourselves sent to 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 was touching my hair. That is a huge turn-on for me. Boys try to stick their tongues down my throat, but if you are thinking about making love with me. some gentle kisses, not the tongue stuff, and touching my hair the right way, and I will be figuring ways to get my panties down as soon as possible.
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 be so wonderful onstage in your costumes, tiny you, with you red hair and your big voice. People will be astonished when that sound come 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, well, 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.
All daynight and into the, I had the picture in my head of Judy and Gretchen together. Now I saw 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 thtat we were going to go some place sexy, kinky I was hoping, and that fucking Judy 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 detail I love that. I do the same thing to get boys excited.
I wanted to get my hands in my pants right there, but I restrained myself.
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 minutes before, been carefully washing all evidence of recent sex out of her hair and off her body..
I had been making love with Judy and Gretchen after our money making stint at the glory hole at Ambassador books. We went to the store next door, and met with Gretchen Ramriez, and spent the rest of the afternoon having threeway woman sex with her. But I had a lot on my minf that day:
"Judy, you can stay, but I need to wash my hair, have a shower and go.."
Gretchen:
"Let me find some clothes for you. Sylvia. We call this place the "Mayan Macey's" because so many women come in here from Chiapas and Guatemala. Most of thosee women are not very tall, but still, they are built like women not little girls, and they have to find stuff to wear to work and job interviews and so we have a whole section of business clothes. there are even some women lawyers who shop here because we can always find their sizE> If it doesn't fit, and you want it, we will make it fit you...and you will look great....take a look over here..I am going to make a bath for you..."
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 j 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 tht I owned, I did not have a single item in pink, and now I was on the bus, all serious, like Moss 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..UmmmmmmNeal 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, becasue there were plenty of well known and famous people who came to her stucco house in Eagle Rock for "lessons"
I'll say she gave lessons
For a year, all she gave 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.
We had this 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 aroundmy gilr;y spots when I think something sexual is about to surprise me. I was starting to feel that feeling right now
'Sylvia, I had to worik and work and work to become a voice teacher. When I was your age, a litttle younger, I was growing up in a little towwn in NOrway, on a Fjord. My parents loved me, I played piano, violin and I loved to sing. I wnated to be like Birgit Neilson and other NOwegian women .
In 1940, the German Nazi's invaded our country, and they were too powerful, too organized..they defeated our brvce 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 meanf , if you look at a Norwegian and a German, how can you tell the difference?"
"BUt we were k**s, we teassed amd mocked them as much as we could woithout getting ourselves sent to 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 was touching my hair. That is a huge turn-on for me. Boys try to stick their tongues down my throat, but if you are thinking about making love with me. some gentle kisses, not the tongue stuff, and touching my hair the right way, and I will be figuring ways to get my panties down as soon as possible.
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 be so wonderful onstage in your costumes, tiny you, with you red hair and your big voice. People will be astonished when that sound come 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, well, 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.
All daynight and into the, I had the picture in my head of Judy and Gretchen together. Now I saw 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 thtat we were going to go some place sexy, kinky I was hoping, and that fucking Judy 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 detail I love that. I do the same thing to get boys excited.
I wanted to get my hands in my pants right there, but I restrained myself.
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 minutes before, been carefully washing all evidence of recent sex out of her hair and off her body..
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