before embarking on a series of the most disgusting acts known to man. The girl with the pony tail and the boy with the duck's ass, surely they would rut like pigs in the sand. And the blonde with the fringe, wouldn't she like Mr. Muscles over there to ram her into oblivion? What about the adults, how would they like to grope around in those teeny-bopper panties. The adults were faded stars but they would have enough currency to bring the groupie out of most of the girls shown on my screen.
So thinking I had to rub and squeeze myself harder just to keep up with my mind. I plunged from one erotic hot bath into the next, conjuring up things for the happy, clean crew to do. And, while they danced and played practical jokes on each other and chased a Russian spy into a phony sand dune, I had them ramming each other, eating cunt and sucking cock, and it all became so realistic in my mind that I lost all power to distinguish between dream and reality. With it went the last of my caution.
I must have been making a lot of noise when I tried to insert several fingers up my cunt, because Elaine sat upright all of a sudden and asked: “What are you doing to yourself, Kathy? Are you alright?”
“I'm fine,” I puffed, dragging my hands away from my burning cunt and doing my best to look normal. “I was just itchy, that's all.”
“Itchy?” Elaine gave me a dubious look and came over to sit on the side of my bed. “Was that all you were doing to yourself, scratching? It sure looked like you were doing something else to me. And besides, I've never heard a person make sounds like that when they scratched.”
“Well, what do you think I was doing?” I said irritably. Desirable as she was, I just wanted her to go back to her own bed and leave me to take care of my aroused body.
“You were playing with yourself, weren't you?” Elaine sounded tentative now, as if she was guessing.
“That's right, I was playing with myself. Why, don't you ever do such things?”
“To tell you the truth, Kathy, I don't know how to. Some of the girls in my class are always talking about it but when I ask them how they do it they won't tell me.”
“Why won't they?”
“Because they can't believe I don't know, so they just think I'm pulling their leg.”
That changed everything for me. If Elaine wanted to learn, who could teach her better than me? “You want me to show you how, Elaine?” I asked gently.
“Would you? Oh, I'd really appreciate it. You see, all the girls in my class think I know everything because I look like I do. It's really awful to know so Utile.”
“Don't worry, love,” I said, getting up on my knees and running my hand along her face. “I'll teach you everything you want to know about your own body.” I pulled her close to me and caressed her close-cropped hair. “Yes, everything,” I repeated softly, nuzzling at her ear. She wasn't completely at ease but let me have my way. My first objective was to relax her the way-Ann had relaxed me so long ago. The head was a safe place to begin, effective yet non-sexual. And so I caressed her skull through the short soft hair. Even her skull had an elegant shape and I became quite involved in it. But my hands moved on down to her long neck the moment she was ready for progress. Elaine sat on my bed with her hands folded in her lap and let me have my way. She didn't understand what was happening to her but she started to enjoy it. Now and then she leaned her head against mine and seemed on the point of kissing me. Her training had been rigorous. Open displays of emotion weren't her strongest point. And while I continued my seduction of her I began to see Dad's hand in her personality. He had always paid special attention to Elaine's upbringing, probably because he felt he'd failed with Nora. Not to mention me. And now Elaine had taken refuge in her mysterious elegance, feigning worldliness and indifference to disguise the woman inside.
My hands came down to her shoulders and brushed her nightie out of the way. It slipped from her torso with just a whisper of cloth. Elaine did nothing to stop it. She sat with her head bent, her eyes on her hands, and her beauty made me catch my breath. A lithe Madonna, the same oval face, almond-shaped eyes, long lashes, her shoulders broad, a little bony, two nipples protruding from faint swellings, her belly long and flat all the way down to the fuzzy little patch between her supple thighs. My lust reared up. I pushed her back to lie down so I could get her nightie off all the way, and for a moment it seemed as though I would attack her with abandon-but then I remembered the differences between what Elaine needed and what I wanted.
“Well start with your breasts,” I said, throwing her nightie on the floor.
“But I don't have any,” she protested, half laughing.
“That's not the point, baby,” I said. “It's how sensitive they are that counts.” So saying, I lay down beside her and started to caress her nipples with the flat of my hand. Both nipples became hard in no time at all, rubbery and exciting. Elaine moved uneasily but I could tell she was getting the drift. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples between my lips, mauling it tenderly. One of my arms went behind her back, the other moved down to take hold of her hips, and I hugged her body tightly to mine as my mouth sucked harder at her tit. She embraced me with unexpected passion and her chest moved into my face as though she wanted to give me all of herself. I brought my teeth to bear on her firm nipple, chafing it, rubbing on it, and sucking it deep into my mouth till her flesh ballooned against my teeth.
“That's lovely,” she sighed, “but how can I do that to myself?”
“Oh yes, Td forgotten,” I said guiltily. “Well look, when you're by yourself just fondle your tits… like this.” I lay back and took my tits in hands, squeezing and pinching them till Elaine got the hang of it. “But you shouldn't leave it at that,” I went on. “Your whole body is excitable. On some days, for example, a hand on my shoulder can make me tremble all over. And on other days I can't stop from touching my ass. You feel how good your cheeks feel-here, like this, see how nice your little ass is? The trick is to learn how to enjoy yourself without being guilty. It's yours, and that means it's yours to do with as you please, always remember that.”
“It's very nice,” agreed Elaine, “but is that all there is to it?”
“No, not quite,” I said, getting in between her legs and lying so that the blue light of the TV shone directly on her little cunt. “I have to teach you the workings of the most important part of your body.”
“My box?” she queried.
“Exactly.” A prying finger ran the length of her chubby little slit and found her valley damp but far from wet. The dark fuzz of hair did nothing to conceal her labia. They pushed out at me invitingly and I couldn't resist pressing a fond kiss on them. Elaine jerked back and asked if that was normal. “See if you enjoy it,” I replied. She lay back dubiously and watched as I went down on her properly. “You can't do this by yourself, either,” I said muffledly, “but bringing it to mind helps your fingering exercises.”
“I see,” she said vaguely.
My tongue reached out and lightly brushed along the cleavage between her fulsome lips. The tangy flavor of her juices reached my taste buds and nose at the same time and set my head awhirl with pleasure. She was so fresh, so naive, and yet she was only moments away from womanhood. Soon her bland juices would be spiced with the savor of an orgasm, I would see to that. My hands took hold of her flexed buttocks and held them wide apart to get my tongue into her tight hole. Elaine still wasn't sure but she was in the mood to experiment, and that was all I needed.
My tongue probed deep up her virginal cunt, evoking a slow response from her. A prying finger located her asshole and rotated about the tense, soft rim. I straddled her shin bone and rubbed my hairy pussy along the ridge of bone for the sake of balance. And slowly, ever so slowly, I brought her up to my own pitch of excitement. Even though she might be having problems with her emotions, she had enough sense to ride the tide. The tip of my tongue slipped out of her hole and up the slit till it detected the tiny clitoris hidden under its tug of skin. I bore down on it with all the pressure my tongue could muster, prodding at it, flicking at it, working it over till Elaine's hips began to move up and down in an uncontrollable spasm of lust. And now the fluids began to flow! The tinge of olives and mushrooms appeared in her flavor, growing stronger as more of the thick nectar came down. I sucked her cunt into my mouth, as much of it as would fit, and drew the juices out of her, squeezing them out, greedy for every drop. Elaine just moaned and writhed, her hands clawing at her tiny tits, edging towards erotic hysteria. All I had to do now was push her over the edge.
That was the easiest part of all. Elaine pumped up her own passions. Her breathing became faster and faster, her hands mangled her tits till they were bloodless, and her wet little cunt pressed hard against my lips. Then, with a surprised squeal, she came. For a minute or so she just kept saying “Wow! Is that it? Oh wow!” And then she looked at me expectantly, obviously hoping for another one.
“Now do it yourself,” I said, lying down next to her and taking up where I'd left off earlier. “Once you're hot it's a good idea to put something into your pussy, if only for moral support. Here, look at me, see how I can fit
