a step toward him, but at the same time ceaselessly begged him to release her.
“You know how I always get, sir! I just don’t know how to stop. But please don’t do this to me, sir! Do something-uh- anything with me! But let me be-let me go!” Her voice was rasping now as though she were in great pain.
“You are my little whore, aren’t you, Annie? Tell me you are my little whore! That you want me to do it to you!”
She advanced another step and he reached up and brushed his fingertips across her arching nipples.
“Ahhhh!” Annie almost screamed. “Yes yes yes, I’m your whore or anything ya want-only don’t tease me any more! I’ll give ya anything! Anything! But please…”
Her face was a mass of entreaty. But now his hands ran down her bare flesh between her breasts and her hips, and tightening his grip, he pulled her forward till her knees were touching his. Then he began to run his fingers over her pink panties, particularly where a dark spot seemed to hover at the center point where her legs parted. She must have hair there like I had been growing for the last year. Annie’s arms were over her head now, and she was beginning to gyrate them around and moan in a low whine with her head back and her mouth open.
In the meantime I was watching almost hypnotized, too concerned with missing no detail of what was happening to take time to evaluate it. In my innocence I fixed on each detail, needing to remember each expression and act, each detail of this body whose every movement was a revelation: to remember each thing they said, even though I did not know what they meant.
And as Father caressed her, Annie’s personality seemed to change completely, and even her speech became different- almost vulgar. But as yet, Father himself remained elegant, almost detached from the scene which he had created.
Now he lifted his head and, drawing her right up to him, placed it against her stomach. Her back was towards me now, and I saw how his hands gripped her ample buttocks and how his fingers played along the crack. Annie’s body was a little thick, but was well proportioned and solid. Her buttocks, as he caressed them, filled me with the sudden desire to seize them too, and use them as he was doing. The wild excitement in me kept mounting.
With his head still against her stomach, Father was speaking to her again:
“The smell of you is so intoxicating, Annie-so fresh and musky at the same time!” He breathed deeply, still moving his fingers across her buttocks where the tight panties clearly defined everything: the fullness, the smooth curves, and the crack. “Annie, Annie, let me smell you more!” and he pressed her towards him, seeming to bury his nose between her legs. Then he drew back and watched her again.
“Take off your blouse now, little strumpet, and let me feast my eyes on all of you with the red hair over everything. Come, now, take it off!” And Annie, who was moving in a strange, distorted dance before him, threw the blouse of her uniform backwards to the floor so that she remained naked but for her panties and shoes. The lamp light fell full on her now mingling and blending its yellow tones with the white of her skin and the red of her hair. And, watching her supple movements, the beauty of her curved, flowing softness, I was torn between excitement, curiosity, and a mounting revolt.
Father’s hands were behind his head now, and he watched her smiling. Annie was moaning and squirming against his knees. Then she moved forward so that the table partially obscured her as she dropped to her knees, running her hands over his thighs and begging:
“Please, sir, don’t torture me any more! Please give it to me! Please, sir… give me, gimme gimme it, sir…” she was becoming incoherent and rapid and strange: “Sir, Billy-ya gotta let me have it, do you hear, Billy, give it to me! OH, OH, BILLY, come on now, give it to me, your cock, Billy, that BIG ONE. Give, it GIVE IT TO ME! Ohhhhh!” She was fumbling with his pants, I think, but I couldn’t see very well for the table and the arm of the couch.
“Let me hear how much you want it, little cunt. Let me hear you beg for it-you have to really want it to get it you know.”
“I do beg you,” she whispered huskily, “haven’t I been begging you for it, Billy? I want it, I’ll die if ya don’t give it to me. Please, Billy and I’ll suck ya, and do anything ya want- yes, yes, all those other things too, only give it to me, Billy!”
“There, there, little trull, open up and take it if you need it so much.” He was still leaning back, but his tongue was always running over his lips now, and his face seemed to twist and contort with some inner emotion. Annie was doing something to his pants and suddenly:
“Ah, I have him! I have him! OHHHH!” and her head buried itself in his lap and her voice was suddenly muffled! Father’s face changed to an expression of pure joy, tinged with a gradually mounting urgency. Annie was doing something and I craned up on my toes to see what it was. But strain as I would, the arm was in the way, and all I could discern was Annie back, and side, and her head which seemed to be licking and caressing something coming up from Father’s lap. She sucked and licked and sucked again, running her tongue around it. Then, with a sudden shock of horror, I realized that it was Father’s penis, hard and stiff as my own had become during this scene-but what horrified me more was my own wild excitement at this act.
Father’s face was moving with the most intense pleasure. His mouth was contorted and his breathing quick:
“Suck me, now, that’s it, little trull, lick it nice, now! Oh, you are delicious! Suck it out, now!” His voice raised and lost some of its elegance and control. “Ah, ah! That’s enough, that’s enough!” And he fell sideways on the couch, pulling her up with him as he did it. His hands were moving quickly over what I could see of her body, and their mouths moved around and across each other.
“Billy, please” she was almost screaming: “give it to me-in me, Billy! Ya got to give it to me! I!…” But Father’s mouth cut her off and he rolled on top of her, reaching down to, I think, take off her panties. I could see only his back now as he lay between her up-thrust legs, and her face which was propped on a pillow at the far end of the couch. Her arms, which had seemed to be helping him to adjust something below, came around him now, and their bodies began to move back and forth in unison, his back rising up and then pushing downward on her. I was shocked, puzzled, excited and afraid.
Annie’s face began to have a great eagerness in it, and a strangely moving tension. Her lips parted and she kept uttering a high pitched moan. Sometimes her teeth gritted, and others her mouth would open and her tongue would move in. it. Her eyes were mostly closed, but sometimes they would open with a hunger and urgency which seemed to be looking directly into mine, due to how she was lying, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to answer her need, even though I could not fathom what it was.
“Fuck me, fuck me, Billy! Oh please, harder, harder, now,” she pleaded. “Stroke me, stroke me while ya fuck me, Billy!” And the repetition of this word which I didn’t understand seemed to continuously excite both more and more as, although I didn’t know why, it did me.
The girl was becoming frantic, writhing around beneath Father, and gripping him and releasing him with her legs. She kept trying to sink her teeth in his shoulder, and tossing her head around.
“Lift up a little, please, please!” She moaned. “So I feel more. That’s it, move it around in me, Billy! Up, up, hard against my button! Aiii! Harder, HARDER, ON THE BUTTON, YES, YES, Billy!” She writhed and moaned, seeming to beg for something beyond human power to give. But now her face reached a sudden expression of rending ecstasy! Father’s breath was short and rapid now, intermingled with sharp, low grunts, reaching towards some crescendo as Annie moaned at him:
“Harder Billy-my button, yes-that too-OHHHH! Harder now, yes! Pump me now! Hard and straight and fast! Pump me hard, Billy! Yes yes yes yes yahhhhh! Fuck! Hard! Yaahh! Aiii!” and of a sudden she gripped him and seemed in a convulsion of movement against him, while she screamed, her face a contorted struggle between pleasure and pain, while he moved faster and faster on her, his grunts mingling with her scream. For a moment they seemed bent on tearing each other apart with their movement, but then, after her last gasping cry, they locked themselves together, he with his face buried in her hair.
For a long moment I remained frozen by the experience, continuing to stare at the two pairs of arms, wrapped around each other, the two heads and shoulders lying together before me. I didn’t know what I had seen, but I was held fast by the spell of the excitement: the intense pleasure I had seen and felt, coupled with the growing inner feeling of shame; the great beauty in the scene, coupled with my vague feeling that it was something forbidden and wrong. And indeed, so great was my concentration that I might have remained fixed there until I was discovered had not a small sound beside me snapped me to an awareness of my position.
I did not move my body, but turning my head slightly, I was able to see just well enough behind me into the dimly lighted hall to observe Gunilla, whom I had forgotten, pass and ascend the stairs. Although I was so shaken
