"X-rated daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barton James)

CHAPTER TWO

Wendy sat huddled in the corner of the seat as far away from the man as she could. The blindfold over her eyes frightened her, but the man's last statement before leaving the secluded spot in the woods frightened her even more. His mention of her "new family" sent chills up her spine and she choked back her tears as she felt the car twist and turn through the night.

Gregor glanced over at the girl from time to time and he was tempted to pull over again so that he might enjoy her tender flesh one more time before turning her over to Paul – the man who would control her life for some time to come. He could not count the trips he had made to the isolated mountain retreat, nor could he recall all of the girls he had abducted over the past few years.

Wendy tried to sort out her feelings as they drove on in silence, but she could not. She tried to block things out of her mind – the things she had been forced to do – but that too, seemed an impossible task. Impossible, because of the feelings she had experienced during the depraved act the man had forced upon her. It was as though there had been some dark awakening deep within her, and when it had happened, she had done her best to deny what she was feeling – but the sensations had been too strong, too real to be denied.

Gregor looked ahead as the turn-off came into view, then he glanced at his watch in the dim light from the dash as he slowed the car. There would be ample time to return to the city for an evening's adventure after he had been paid for his delivery, and he considered what he might do that would surpass the excitement of having the inexperienced young girl suck his prick.

As they turned off the main road and continued on a narrow, bumpy cinder road, Gregor reached across the seat and pulled the blindfold from the girl's eyes. Wendy blinked as she looked out and saw the tall pines that shadowed the road; she had no idea where they were or how far they had driven and her tears welled again as she thought about home. Then, Wendy sat up as a large, well-lighted cabin came into view.

"Here we are, little pigeon," he said and honked the horn once. "Your new family awaits you!"

Again, that surge of fear brought on by the thought of the unknown raced through her body as they drew up before the cabin.

It was not until the man had dragged her from the car and they were climbing the steps that she realized how large the dwelling actually was; it was two storied and the upper portion had a sun deck or balcony that completely encircled the portion of it that she could see. Wendy felt herself dragged up the steep steps and when they reached the top, the wide door was thrown open and a man stepped out.

"Well, it's about time… we've been expecting you for over an hour!" the man said and cast a sidelong glance in Wendy's direction.

"There was traffic…" Gregor lied and thrust the girl forward to stand in the light that came from the interior of the cabin.

"Well, well… what have we here?" the man questioned as he placed his hands on his hips and looked at Wendy with a warm smile on his face.

Wendy looked up apprehensively and found a handsome man staring back at her. He was nearly as tall as her own father and about the same age. His dark, curly hair had streaks of gray at the temples and he smiled to reveal a row of even, white teeth.

"And what's your name, little lady?" he asked as he reached out to touch her flowing blonde hair.

"Wendy Harris," Gregor answered for her and chuckled as he stepped forward and patted her on the ass. "And she's a virgin!" he added.

The man lifted an eyebrow and smiled again as he asked her, "Is that true, Wendy. Are, you a virgin?"

Wendy felt her face burning and she moved away from Gregor's hand as he continued to play with her supple ass cheeks. She dropped her eyes and nodded silently.

"Well, Gregor… looks like you've earned a bonus on this one. Come on in and Stella will pay you…" He winked. "Then I want to talk to you about a special order… if you know what I mean."

Gregor laughed deeply and shoved Wendy ahead of him. They entered the cabin and Wendy was surprised at its modem decor. To the right was a large kitchen with a long table; directly before them was a larger room, comfortably furnished with the traditional stone fireplace along the left wall. As they entered, a tall red-haired woman came down the stairs.

Wendy looked at the woman as she descended the stain and approached them. She had short-cropped hair that haloed her face attractively and her body was slender – like that of a fashion model. Wendy cut her eyes away from the woman as she saw her breasts bounce invitingly beneath the light shirt she wore.

The woman stopped directly in front of Wendy and she took a long, appraising look as the man asked, "Well, what do, you think?"

"She looks like a real blonde…" the woman said huskily as she reached out to stroke Wendy's head.

"And she's a virgin!" Gregor supplied as Wendy cringed under the woman's touch.

"Really?" the woman said as she cupped Wendy's chin to raise her face.

Wendy felt her face burning under the woman's gaze. She swallowed back her fear as the woman licked her lips, then leaned forward to kiss her full on the mouth. The act surprised Wendy more than it frightened her and she tried to pull away. But the woman's hand was behind her head and she held her tightly as the two men looked on. As the woman's tongue touched her lips, Wendy groaned; she felt her lips parted gently and, as the woman kissed her softly, she felt searching fingers lift the hem of her short skirt. She tensed then as the woman's fingers slipped beneath the leg-band of her panties to tease the sensitive lips of her pussy. A small chill ran through her body as she felt her body probed, then stroked lovingly.

Finally, Stella lifted her mouth from the girl's and smiled as she looked up. "She certainly is a virgin… a real live blonde virgin!" and they all laughed.

Wendy stumbled back a step as the woman removed her hand from between her legs and she stared at the three people in disbelief. Never in her life had she been subjected to such humiliation and her cheeks burned brightly as they all looked at her. Then, the man stepped forward, took her by the arm and led her away as the man called Gregor spoke to the woman.

Paul walked the stunned teenager to the large leather sofa in the front of the fireplace. He gestured politely and smiled as Wendy sat down, then gazed into the low bank of coals before them. Sitting beside her, he reached out and took hold of her hand.

"Wendy…" he began as he squeezed her hand, "my name is Paul… Paul Land. You're going to be living with Stella and I for a little while – and I want you to understand something clearly…" He paused as she glanced up at him, a look of apprehension on her lovely young face. "You will not be mistreated or harmed as long as you co-operate. There are several other people living here. Just like them, your status will depend on how well you cooperate. Do you understand?"

Wendy felt a chill go through her as she looked into the man's eyes. She nodded slightly, then said, "I… I think so."

"Fine," he said and patted her hand. "When in doubt, ask. For the time being you will answer to no one but Stella and myself. I won't allow you to be harmed… but there is one prime rule you must follow so long as you live here."

"Rule?" she questioned.

He nodded and pulled her hand over his lap; he pressed it down over the outline of his prick as she tried to withdraw it. "One rule… you will never say 'no' to anything you are requested to do. Is that clear?" and he moved his hand away from hers.

Wendy sat dumbfounded as the man's hand released her own to leave it over the growing bulge in his pants. She nodded as her face burned brightly.

"Fine… now pull down the zipper of my pants."

"But… I… that is…" she stammered.

Paul shook his head and repeated the order. Wendy sobbed once and did as she was told. When she had pulled the tab all the way down, he told her, "Now take my prick out of my pants… gently."

Wendy held her breath as she reached inside the man's pants, through the opening in his shorts, and touched the wirey growth of pubic hair there. She swallowed thickly as she found his bulging prick and she wrapped her fingers around it. Finally, she worked it free of the confines of his clothing and she sat there, her eyes closed tightly as she felt it growing in her hand.

"There… that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked and lifted her face to his. He kissed her softly as his hand moved beneath her sweater to cup her warm tit.

Wendy felt her heart beating wildly as Paul fondled her tits; she felt her nipples responding as he rubbed his palm over them in small, sensuous circles. Tightening her grip on his prick, she began moving her fist up and down, thinking he wanted her to do the same thing as the other man. It was all so confusing, she thought, as she tasted his tongue and felt his flesh pulse heavily under her slow manipulation.

Finally, their lips parted and Paul smiled warmly at her as he remarked, "Hey… I think we're gonna get along just fine," and he hugged her as his hand cupped her tit fully. "Now go on down and kiss the head of my prick, honey," he told her as he removed his hand from beneath her sweater and leaned back.

Wendy swallowed as she gazed down at the shaft of flesh in her small hand; it was larger than Gregor's and she felt again that strange stirring in her stomach as his prick twitched in her hand. Slowly, she lowered her head and pursed her lips to kiss the velvet head. As she did, the smooth flesh jerked spasmodically and she felt his hand on the back of her head urging her down. She opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her tongue as she heard him moan.

"That's the idea, Wendy… make it feel good. Use your tongue, baby… lick it like it was an ice-cream cone."

Suddenly, Wendy found herself caught up in the act as a new excitement coursed through her body. It was both evil and somehow thrilling as she found herself doing the same thing that had caused her to cringe with fear with the other man. Now, it seemed almost natural to be doing what Paul wanted her to do and she licked around the swollen head of his prick, then took it into her mouth.

Paul shuddered once and groaned, then he lifted Wendy's face from his lap. He kissed her again and his hand sought her full, warm tits as she stirred in his arms. His touch was so unlike Gregor's, and though she knew what she was doing was wrong, she could not help but respond to his warmth.

"Well, looks like you two have struck up a fast friendship," Stella remarked as she stood before them.

Wendy felt a sudden embarrassment as she looked up and found the woman smiling down at them. She swallowed drily as Paul gave her tit one last squeeze, then removed his hand from her body. She felt her own hand move from his prick as Paul spoke softly.

"Wendy's gonna get along just fine… I've explained things to her and I believe she'll be one of the family before we know it."

At the mention of the word "family", Wendy thought about her mother, father and her younger sister, Sandy. A sudden swell of emotion choked her and her eyes were clouded as she realized they had no idea of what had happened to her – what was happening to her. But as the tears streamed down her lovely face, she was thankful that they didn't know – the shock of it would have been too much for them to bear, of this she was sure.

"Hey… what's the matter?" Stella asked and kneeled before the weeping girl. She took hold of her hands as Paul stood up and shoved his prick back inside his pants.

Wendy raised her face slowly and saw the concern etched on the woman's face. Then, she broke down completely. Stella took her into her arms and comforted her as Paul looked down and nodded approval.

"There, there, Wendy… it's gonna be okay…" Stella told her softly. "This doesn't have to be a bad experience for you."

But Wendy knew better. She had been ruthlessly kidnapped and forced to do unspeakable things – now this woman was telling her it was going to be all right. She sobbed deeply as the old fear returned momentarily and she wondered again what was going to become of her. Would she ever be able to face her parents again – her sister? And the man had told her that she would be living with them. For how long? For what evil purpose? She shuddered at the thought of it all and cried until the tears were all gone, then she sobbed as Stella continued to hold her, rocking her gently back and forth.

"Look at it this way, Wendy," Stella told her as she wiped her cheeks with her fingers, "You could still be with Gregor."

A chill went through her as she considered that and her sobbing stopped. She sniffed as Stella held out her hand to her. "Come on… I'll show you to your room. You can take a shower, change your clothes, then we'll all have some supper and you can meet the rest of the family."

Wendy stood up and glanced at Paul as he crossed the room to the long bar against the back wall. It was as though he had shut her off and she felt a strange separation as she followed Stella up the stairs.

Stella stopped before a door, smiled and opened it. Wendy peeked into the room apprehensively, half expecting a cell. But the room she found was quite attractive and comfortably furnished. There was a double bed; a dresser, a chair and a small bookcase. Against the right wall was a small writing desk with a lamp. Wendy drew her breath deeply and stepped inside.

Stella followed her into the room and opened another door; there was a bathroom complete with stall shower and the usual accompaniments. "You'll be sharing the bath with Trudy… I'm sure you can work out a schedule that will be acceptable for both of you," Stella told her, then smiled and reached out to touch the girl's cheek. "Please, Wendy, don't be frightened… no one is going to hurt you here."

"But… but why am I here – how long must I stay?" she blurted out.

Stella shook her head. "Paul should have explained that we don't allow questions, either. The purpose will be made clear for you soon enough, honey… now take off those clothes and I'll get you something a little more fitting."

Wendy felt the total helplessness of her situation settle over her. She fought the urge to cry again and pulled her sweater over her head. As she looked up, she found Stella staring at her well-formed breasts and a slow blush crept over her young body. She handed the sweater to the woman, then stepped out of her short skirt. Stella looked at her appraisingly as she stood there clad in only sandals and panties.

"Those too, Wendy…" the woman told her.

Blushing, Wendy pulled off her panties, unhooked her sandals and handed them over.

Stella took the things from her and stepped closer, a wistful look in her eyes. "We're going to be good friends. Paul likes you and so do I," she said as she reached out to touch the golden bush between Wendy's legs.

Wendy gave a slight start as the woman's fingers touched her pussy, but she did not move away. She watched in fascination as Stella smiled, lowered her head and kissed the nipple of her right tit. Again, that indescribable warmth spread through her body and she chilled slightly as Stella's tongue licked around the sensitive flesh of her nipple.

"Go on, sugar… take a shower. I'll have some things laid out for you when you're finished," she said and stroked the girl's quivering belly with the flat of her hand.

She felt a thrill in her stomach as the woman caressed her gently, then kissed her lightly on the lips. She stood and watched Stella leave the room and as the door closed, Wendy heard the telltale sound of the lock being thrown. She knew without trying the door that she was locked in the room.

She fought back the tears that welled in her eyes and baked about the room. There were no windows and she found the closet empty, devoid of any clues as to who the last resident of the room might have been. Tiredly, she walked into the bath and looked at her naked form in the long mirror beside the stall shower. She felt suddenly ashamed standing there naked, and the feeling was amplified as she thought again of her parents. Somehow, she knew the anguish they were going through as a result of her disappearance.

Finally, she shut off the thoughts and stepped into the shower to turn it on. A heavy spray of warm water poured forth as she closed the door and she let it wash away her thoughts, resolving not to think of her family, but to concentrate on her own situation – whatever it might be.

She found a bar of soap in the dish and began to lather her body and felt the warm water relax her tense muscles. She was standing there soaking up the warmth when she heard the bathroom door open – then the lights went out.

Wendy experienced a moment of fear as she listened closely for some sound in the darkness. She was tempted to open the shower door, but as she debated, it opened and someone stepped into the stall with her. The person did not speak and Wendy found herself backed against the shower wall as she felt the person's body brush hers in the darkness.

Standing there fighting the sudden fear that welled up in her throat, Wendy felt a hand on her arm. It moved downward until it found her hand, then the person lifted her hand and, to Wendy's surprise, she felt the person kissing her open palm. Then, a soft tongue was teasing over her fingers and she felt them sucked into the person's mouth one by one. She experienced a sensual thrill as the person licked and sucked her fingers, then she felt her hand lowered and placed over a soft mound of wet, warm flesh.

It was another girl! Wendy felt suddenly relieved to know the person in the shower with her was not of the opposite sex. She relaxed as the other girl moved her hand over her full tit and she felt the nipple stiffening under her touch.

"Pinch my nipple…" a soft voice told her.

Wendy obeyed and for a moment, she thought the intruder was Stella. But as she rolled the girl's nipple between her thumb and finger, she realized it couldn't be – Stella's tits were much larger, and she was taller than the person she now faced in the darkness.

"Oh, that feels good… do both of them for me," the girl asked.

Automatically, Wendy's other hand raised and she found herself standing there playing with some unknown girl's tits. Then, she felt the girl's hands reach out to cup her tits. She thrilled at the soft touch and, as they stood there fondling each other, Wendy began to wonder what the other girl looked like. She was about the same height, she determined, but a little heavier perhaps, judging from the size of her breasts.

Then, the girl's hands moved from Wendy's tits to her waist and site felt herself being pulled to the girl. The first shock of her body pressing against the nakedness of another human being sent her head spinning. She felt her stomach, tits and thighs engulfed in the warmth of the other girl's flesh and she shuddered as the girl's arms went about her to cup the cheeks of her ass. Wendy released the girl's tits as their bodies pressed closely together and she wrapped her arms about the girl. Hesitantly, she allowed her hands to go below the girl's waist and suddenly she found herself holding onto the other girl's ass cheeks in the same manner she was being held.

"I like you…" the girl said, then asked, "What's your name?"

"Wendy… Wendy Harris," she said. "What's yours?"

The girl holding her giggled, "Trudy… and we've really gotta stop meeting like this!"

For the first time since her abduction, Wendy felt a ripple of laughter go through her body and she relaxed a bit more as the girl's hands squeezed the soft, wet cheeks of her ass.

Then, there was a warm mouth on hers and Wendy gasped as the girl kissed her softly. She felt the girl's tongue probed her mouth searchingly and a new thrill went through her body. Her senses were bombarded with sensual stimulation as she felt one of the girl's hands move between their bodies. She tried to pull back as the girl began rubbing her lower belly and her fingertips encountered her wet pubic mound.

"Please…" Wendy begged. "Don't… I mean, what if someone were to come in?"

The girl ran her hand between Wendy's legs and as her finger slipped into her wet pussy, she questioned, "So what?"

Wendy swallowed thickly as she felt the sensations course through her body. She could not understand the sudden change that had come over her. Though her first impulse had been to make the girl stop, she realized she was actually enjoying the feelings. She drew her breath in sharply as the girl fondled the cheeks of her ass and slid her finger in and out of her cunt. And again, that indescribable feeling welled up in her body. Then, she winced as Trudy shoved her finger into her pussy too far and encountered her intact hymen.

"I don't believe it!" Trudy exclaimed. "You're a virgin!"

For some strange reason, Wendy wished that people would not make so much of the fact that she had never had sex with a man – the scene with Gregor not really counting. As Trudy probed again, more gently this time, she felt her body flush hotly in the darkness of the warm shower.

"How old are you, Wendy?" Trudy asked softly as she rubbed her body against hers again.

"Eight… eighteen."

"Gawd!" the girl exclaimed, "I lost my cherry when I was twelve!"

Wendy was shocked. She swallowed thickly and asked, "You mean you let a boy do it to you when you were just twelve years old?"

"Heck no!" Trudy replied strongly. "I didn't let anyone do anything… my old man came home drunk one night, boxed mom, around, then came and climbed in bed with me. I didn't have anything to say about it!"

"Your own father did it to you?" Wendy asked in a shocked tone.

"I'll say he did! After that, he'd bring home his friends and make me do it with them while he watched… and if I complained, he slapped the shit out of me. Believe me, I was glad to get away from him!"

"Wow!" Wendy exclaimed as she envisioned her father doing that to her.

"Hey… Paul and Stella are groovy people. You're gonna like it here. We can do anything we want as long as we never say no," Trudy said and hugged her close.

Wendy swallowed again and asked, "What's it like, Trudy… I mean, when you do it with a man?"

Trudy sought her lips again as she eased her finger into Wendy's cunt, then moved it upwards to tease her clit. As their lips parted, she said huskily, "It's good if you want it to be… and if the man wants it to be. You're gonna know soon yourself… you know that, don't you?"

"I sort of figured that part out. But why did they kidnap me? I mean, when that man brought rue here, they inspected me like I was just a piece of merchandise."

"Because that's all we…" Trudy said, then fell silent as she stroked Wendy's cunt lovingly.

Wendy was startled as she felt the girl remove her finger from her pussy and begin to rub her hips sexily. Trudy began kissing her throat, then her neck as Wendy stood there in the warm spray of the shower, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then Trudy kissed lower on her body, sucking each of her nipples into her mouth until they were stiff. Wendy's heart was pounding heavily in her chest as she felt Trudy nibbling her way down her belly to her navel. She tongued it deeply before she sank to her knees in the narrow confines of the shower stall.

As the girl kneeled before her, Wendy felt her hands take hold of her hips and pull her forward slightly. She gasped aloud as Trudy forced her legs apart and she felt something warm on her pussy. She reached down to find the girl's head pressed between her legs and the fleeting memory of awakening to find Gregor sucking her pussy flashed in her mind's eye.

"Oh, Trudy… Trudy…" she moaned as die girl licked her cunt expertly and ran her hands up the backs of her legs. Then Trudy's tongue found that sensitive nub of flesh high in the folds of her pussy and Wendy felt the electric-like shock rush through her nervous system. She moaned as she took hold of the girl's head to pull her face closer as the sensations grew.

"Ummmmn… good. You make it feel so good kissing it like that!" Wendy told her, and began rotating her hips in a tight circle.

Trudy abed her face momentarily and told her, "Tell me, Wendy… tell me what you like. Tell me what to do!"

The obscene words formed in her mind, but she could not bring herself to say them. Then Trudy's tongue spread her cunt lips again and she gasped out, "Ughhhhhnnnn… yes! Suck me! Suck my pussy, Trudy… lick it… Oh, please make that feeling come to me again… lick me with your tongue… there at the top! Oh, yes… There! There! That's it!" she sobbed wildly as Trudy found her clit again and licked it frantically.

Trudy sensed that Wendy was close to coming and she pulled her forward as she sucked her pussy. She had never eaten a virgin's cunt before and the experience was exciting. Squeezing the cheeks of the girl's ass, Trudy recalled the first time she had enjoyed getting her own pussy sucked and she shuddered lightly as she thought about it again.

Her father had come in drunk one evening with two of his friends. One of the men had come over to Trudy and played with her tits as her father talked to the other one. Her mother had sat quietly, afraid to say anything in protest as they talked. Then, the man had laid a fifty-dollar bill on the table and said loudly, "It's all yours if you'll let us watch your old lady eat the kid's pussy!"

Trudy had chilled and her mother had turned white as the man propositioned her, father. He laughed loudly and picked up the money to stuff it into his pants pocket.

"Man, for fifty bucks, I'd make her suck off our bulldog!" and the other men laughed with him.

Trudy's father had crossed the room and ordered her to remove her clothing. She did as she was told, a growin apprehension in her stomach, and she was forced to sit between the two men on the couch. She watched as her father returned to her mother and spoke to her in hushed tones.

"Hey, kid… ever get your pussy sucked by another woman?" the man on her right asked, as he guided her hand to his bulging prick.

Trudy shook her head silently as the man on the other side pulled out his prick and, forced her hand to take hold of it. Then, she sat there quietly as they ran their hands over her vibrant young body and took turns kissing her.

She heard her father speaking angrily to her mother and she saw him waving the money in her face. Finally, she dropped her head in submission and, stood up. She saw the looks on the men's faces as her mother slowly unbuttoned the dress she was wearing. As she slipped out of it, she walked forward, wearing only panties and bra. Then Trudy saw her father step forward, rip the brassiere from her mother's body and pull down her panties.

Trudy watched as her mother stumbled forward and one of the men reached out and grabbed her. He forced her to her knees as the other man lifted Trudy's leg and laid it over his thigh.

"Come on, baby… give us a good show!" the man told her mother.

Trudy's legs were spread widely as her mother kneeled before her, averting her eyes in shame. She reached out hesitantly and ran her hands over her daughter's legs as she looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "I… I'm sorry, baby…" Then she lowered her head and began kissing Trudy's smooth young thighs as the two men urged her on.

Trudy closed her eyes in revulsion as she felt her mother's mouth move up her legs. She tried to shut out the obscene remarks the men were making as they forced her small hands up and down on their pulsing pricks, but she could not. Then she opened her eyes and saw her father standing nearby with his throbbing cock exposed, glaring lewdly at the spectacle before him. The feeling of revulsion passed for Trudy and she suddenly found herself writhing with pleasure as her mother tonguefucked her. She hunched forward as her mother's hands slipped beneath her body and lifted her up slightly.

"Ohhhhh, yes, momma!" she cried. "Yesssss! Suck my pussy… lick my cunt! God yes, that feels soooo gooood!"

The two men were highly excited by the pretty teenager's obscene words and one of them forced her to lean over to take the head of his prick into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, Trudy saw her father rip off his clothing and fall to his knees behind her mother. She cried out as he shoved his prick into her from behind and it wasn't until her mother cried out again that Trudy realized her father was fucking her mother in the asshole!

But she was too caught up in the sex scene to eyen care as her mother resumed licking her pussy. She heard her moaning in both pain and pleasure as her husband raped her defenseless asshole with his rampaging cock.

Trudy gasped for breath as she felt herself cumming, and suddenly the prick in her mouth was shooting great gobs of cum down her throat. She swallowed to keep from choking as the man stiffened and cried out.

"Jesus… yes… suck it kid… Ughhhhhnnn… I'm cummin'… Oh, shit… she's swallowin my cum!" and he arched his back as Trudy swallowed again and again.

The man on her left was twisting her around to force her head down over his prick as she continued jacking him off. But he was too near cumming and as her lips touched his throbbing cock, it erupted in her face. Hot, sticky cum splashed over her lips and chin and she fought to catch it in her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her writhing young body.

Trudy lay there for long moments, her head in the man's lap as she licked her swollen prick and her mother continued to suck her pussy. She watched as her father grimaced and dug his fingers into her mother's hips and the two of them climaxed together, then fell to the floor in a heap of naked flesh.

"Jesus!" the man beside her muttered as he looked down at Trudy, still licking his prick.

The rest of the night had been foggy. They had forced her to drink whiskey with them, but she recalled going down on her mother while she was forced to suck each of the men off. Then, her father had greased her virgin asshole and fucked her while the two men held her face down across a footstool and shoved their pricks into her mouth again…

The vision dissolved as Trudy heard Wendy cry out. The girl hunched forward as her body shuddered and she held tightly to Trudy's head.

The orgasm broke like a heavy wave and Wendy felt her knees go weak as Trudy licked her lavishly. Trudy gasped too, the fingers of her right hand buried in her cunt. The two of them climaxed together in the darkness.

Finally, Trudy stood on weak legs and kissed Wendy softly. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked as she fondled the girl's naked tits.

"Uh, huh! God… that feeling… I've never felt anything like that before." Wendy told her.

"You mean you've never cum before? Wow… you are a cherry!" Then Trudy asked, "You mean you've never even fingerfucked yourself before?"

"N… no," Wendy admitted.

Trudy stepped out of the shower long enough to turn on the light. When she returned, Wendy found a pretty, freckled-faced girl standing before her. She looked younger than Wendy had expected and she asked, "How old did you say you were, Trudy?"

The girl blushed slightly and reached for the soap. "I didn't… but I'm eighteen in about four months."

Wendy was amazed. She had felt the girl would at least be her own age, but she was a full year younger, for Wendy would be eighteen in just three months.

They finished showering in near silence, but as Trudy handed the soap to Wendy, she told her, "Always make sure you wash good between your legs – front and back. They want you to stay clean for them."

"For them?" Wendy questioned.

"Uh-huh… you'll see…" Trudy said mysteriously and stepped out of the shower.

Wendy finished and turned the water off. She heard Trudy leave the bathroom and she wondered at the girl's words.