'Yes. She had the most beautiful skin, a soft, olive tint. It was like silk to the touch. And her bubbies, not any bigger than orange halves, but as firm and…'
'How old was that baby?' I interrupted.
'Oh, she was eleven or twelve, I guess.'
'It was indeed noble of you to have cared for her so tenderly, Mr.
Thomas,' I answered with heavy sarcasm. 'I presume dressing and undressing her, bathing her and so on must have signified quite a sacrifice of time and labour for you. Possibly you even had to share your bed with her?'
'Unfortunately, there was only one bed in the place. And I couldn't let the poor little thing sleep on the floor, of course.'
'Of course not!'
Next on the list came Mr. Castle. This gentleman had a complex for strange and unusual postures in sexual intercourse, and also an itch to experiment along lines somewhat contrary to the plans of Nature.
Only the fact that he was both liberal and possessed of unfailing good humour made association with him supportable. Had it been possible to offend him, my angry reactions to some of his droll impudence's would quickly have terminated our relationship.
No sooner was the door closed behind us on the occasion of his first bedroom visit than I was startled to find myself suddenly seized from behind and tumbled forward so that while the weight of my body fell upon my hands and wrists, my legs were caught and held under his arms.
In this undignified position, with my short skirts fluttering about my face and head, and with my bare bottom and all there was between my legs exposed, I struggled and protested angrily, but to no avail, for with imperturbable aplomb, while still imprisoning my kicking legs under his strong arms, he unfastened the front of his trousers and in an instant I felt his cock poking against my inverted cunny.
I tried to evade its thrusts as I sputtered angry protests, but he had me in such a position that I was quite helpless and in another moment I felt it going in, in this upside down fashion. The whole thing was finished and over almost before I was conscious of the pain which his cock, pressing against the side of my womb in this unnatural position, caused me.
He was what is termed in professional circles a 'fast shooter,' one of those men whose orgiastic reaction is so rapid as to require but a few thrusts. In the midst of my kicking and squealing I felt the hot gushes followed by the wet, sticky trickle of semen down over my stomach. A second later he released me and sank down on the bed, shaking with laughter while I, after regaining my feet, stood before him, my face flushed with indignation, protesting such cavalier treatment.
'Excuse me, Sister,' he gasped finally between gusts of laughter. 'I'm sorry I was so rude. It's a weakness I have… I just can't resist temptation!'
'Well, why are you laughing about it, then?' I demanded, only halfappeased by the doubtful apology.
'Ha, ha, ha! If you only knew how funny you looked, standing on your head, with your cute little cunny upside down!'
'Oh!' I gasped, my indignation mounting anew, but before I could formulate a sufficiently withering retort, he continued:
'There was something… something… ah, yes; how is it your cunny hasn't any fur? I've seen them shaved off before, but they're like a man's chin, you can feel the bristles even after a close shave. Your pussy felt as smooth as silk. Let's take a peek at it, Sister!'
I was still palpitating with anger, but under such ludicrous circumstances it could not last long and finally I smiled in spite of myself.
'You're a very abrupt person,' I said. 'Since you believe in caveman tactics, it's a wonder you bother about asking me to let you see it.'
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he acted on the suggestion. His hand closed over my wrist and I was jerked none too gently to the bed and tumbled over on my back. Again I raged helplessly while, shaking with irrepressible laughter, he adroitly subjected my wrists by holding them in one hand, and with the other pulled up my dress.
Apparently unfamiliar with the properties of depilatory agents, his visual and tactile examination seemed to convince him that the denuded condition was a natural one, which greatly intrigued his interest. While I continued to rage futilely, he felt and squeezed the naked lips and surrounding parts, and still not content, decided to have some more fun with me.
No one except a woman who has suffered the indignity can comprehend the conflict of emotions undergone in being jacked-off forcibly against her wishes. It is quite one thing to submit to the manipulation when it is desired, and another to be forced.
As the ball of the clown's finger rotated against my clitoris the treacherous little organ stiffened up in response, contrary to my wishes and despite all the mental influence I could bring to bear on it. When I breathed curses and demands for instant release it pulsed with increasing vigour under the friction, with the inevitable result that my resistance was suddenly stifled and my angry exclamations quite involuntarily changed into surprising moans.
The orgasm diminished my anger somewhat but I still felt resentful and complained bitterly of having been treated in such an outrageous manner.
'It was just the same as a rape!' I protested.
'Rape? Rape?' And again he burst into laughter. 'That's a new one on me, Sister! I never knew before that a girl could be raped by a finger!'
'Well,' I answered, my natural good humour beginning to assert itself,
'it amounts to the same thing. When you make a girl do something against her wishes, it's rape, even if you do it with your finger!'
It was impossible to stay angry with this comical buffoon, and being further mollified by a gift of respectable denomination, I found myself looking forward to his next call, if not with longing, at least with curiosity.
The next eccentricity he manifested was a desire to try an inexhaustible number of unusual and strange positions. Because of the rapidity with which orgasm overtook him, the only way he could avoid ejaculation and prolong these experiments was to take his cock out of me after making a few quick movements. Naturally, this was very tantalizing, for it made me hot without satisfying me, but I had to stand it as best I could.
Obligingly following his instructions I stood on the floor, bent over, my hands resting on my knees, and let him do it to me from behind. I lay doubled up in a ball on the bed with my knees crooked forward against my chest while he knelt in front of me, I sat spiked on his lap in a rocking chair, I lay on my back on a table with my legs over his shoulders and went through other equally strained and arduous exercises wondering all the while why a man should want to take such roundabout and complicated roads to reach a place which was accessible by shorter and easier routes. All these strenuous gymnastics just to make a few drops of semen come out of his testicles, a result I could have attained for him in ten seconds if left to my own devices.
But it wasn't until a subsequent visit that I found I had more objectionable things still to contend with.
This time he had me on my hands and knees on the bed and was kneeling behind me. This is the position known as 'dog fashion' in the social circles of prostitution, and inasmuch as it projects a woman's cunt out quite prominently, she has to be careful that the man does not injure her by too deep a penetration, especially if he has a large cock.
I felt his cock pushing against me, but it was aimed too high, and was prodding my bottom instead of my cunny. At first I thought that this was just an accident and putting my hand behind me I shoved it downward and got it headed in the right direction. But after two or three vague pushes, it slipped out and again I felt it punching against my bottom, this time in such a determined manner that it almost got its head inside.
Again I reached behind me to push it away, but he resisted the effort, and leaning over my back, whispered:
'Don't push it away. Let it go in for just a moment!'
'I will not!' I exclaimed, and jerked free from his embrace.
'There, there!' he answered, soothingly, 'I was just teasing you, Sis!
Come on and lets finish. I have to get away early tonight.'
Rather reluctantly, and on the alert for a new attack on the unguarded spot, I again braced myself on my
