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This story is exactly as I posted it to Darkwanderer.

Carol
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Hello again. I wish to thank everyone for the comments concerning my
other stories. Revenge, the story of Sheila, whose friend gets even
with her on her wedding day for stealing her boyfriend (YW 503), has
received the most attention. I had written another revenge plot
fantasy just after the story about Sheila. A girl gets even with her
father and the woman that broke up her family sixteen years earlier.
She uses mind control drugs to destroy her stepfamily. Since about
half the story dealt with the transgender conversion of her
stepbrother, we donated that story to the Nifty Archives. If
interested in a truly evil story, try:

      http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/tv/evil-step-daughter

I wish to personally thank the Darkwanderer for maintaining a free
site so that we can share our dark little fantasies with one
another. Enjoy.

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				Susie Q
				  By
				Carol Collins


      I closed the door behind me as I entered our home. I scanned
the mail, but found nothing addressed to Susie Quiggly. Mom was
still at work and would not be home for over an hour. I was thrilled
that Friday had finally arrived. I had missed my dad since he and my
mother had gotten their divorce. This weekend, I was to stay with
him. Of course, Angela was going to be there too. Luckily, I thought
she was cool. She was more like a friend than a stepmother.

It was late spring and school was out next week for the entire
glorious summer. Plus, I was graduating from high school. Next year,
I would be a freshman in college. That was something I was looking
forward to. It had been very warm today and I wanted to get out of
my hot clothes. I carried my books to my bedroom and set them on my
study desk. I peeled my sweater over my head as I walked to the
closet to pick out something cool to wear. A thin yellow tank top
and a lightweight brown mini skirt caught my eye. I laid my selected
outfit on my bed as I sat on the side of the bed and removed my
rugged, but stylish, shoes. I peeled my socks off and stood up to
unzip my thick blue jeans and slide them down my smooth legs. I
paused a moment to look in the full-length mirror before I put on
the top and skirt.

      The girl in the mirror was about five foot three inches tall,
had natural blonde hair curled to give body, big blue eyes, a cute
turned up nose, cupid bow lips, a beautiful smile, smooth clear skin
and a graceful neck. My figure wasn't too bad either. Today, I had
worn a matching pink silk lace brassiere and panty set. My mother
had thought that the set was too grown up for a eighteen year old
girl, but Angela had bought it for me the last time that I had
stayed the weekend with them. The bra cups were too low cut,
according to my mother. She was referring to the fact that my pink
nipples almost could be seen peeking over the tops of the demi-cups.
I liked the way it made my 36 C cup breasts stand out. The boys at
school noticed too. The panties weren't quite as tiny as the
brassiere, but they were cut very high in the thigh and were almost
thong in the back.

      I turned sideways to get a profile view. In gym class, I had
looked at the other girls' bodies. I was careful not to let them
catch me looking; after all, I didn't want anyone to think that I
was a lesbian. I had compared my body to everyone else's and was
secretly quite happy. People told me that I am a pretty girl. At
36C-21-35, I knew my body was better than most of the other girls in
the twelfth grade. My breasts were shaped like cones but capped by
large pink nipples. The time I had let my boyfriend, Billy, feel of
them, he had a funny look on his face as he had next tried to pull
down my jeans. I was barely able to make him stop. The boys at
school acted like a bunch of puppy dogs as they followed my girl
friends and I around. I also enjoyed the way that grown men would
stop what they were doing, as I would walk out on the diving board
at the pool when I wore my two piece bathing suit.

      I let my hand move across the lace cups of my brassiere. My
nipples tingled and sent vibrations that reached all the way down to
my toes. Mother had warned me not to play with myself. Sometimes,
when I got home early, like today, or when I would lay awake at
night and was not be able to sleep, I would secretly play with
myself. I could feel my clitoris beginning to swell as I stood in
front of the mirror with my hands covering my silk supported
breasts. I knew that I had to quit before I lost control again. It
took a large amount of will power to pull my hands away from my
excited nipples, but I managed to do it. I had to pack some clothing
for the weekend and didn't have the time to play around.

      I selected several changes of clothes and undies. Mother did
not like for me to wear very much make up, but Angela helped me buy
what ever I wanted. I packed some of the make up that we had bought
the last time I stayed with them. An extra pair of shoes, and the
two bags were packed. I had cooled down, so I picked up the mini
skirt and stepped into it. I buttoned it around my waist and zipped
the zipper. The tank top slid over my head and I pulled it down over
my breasts and let it hang over the waistband of my skirt. I slipped
a pair of sandals on my feet and was ready.

      Mom was supposed to be home in half an hour and I thought that
I would surprise her by cleaning the living room. It was mostly my
mess anyway. There was no reason for me to leave for the weekend and
Mom getting stuck with cleaning up after me. Twenty minutes later, I
was finished. I had just put away the vacuum cleaner when mother
walked in the front door. I went over to her and gave her a hug as a
greeting. She was tired from spending all day at the office. She
dropped her briefcase and purse on the table beside the front door,
sat on the sofa, kicked off her high heel shoes and propped her
nylon covered feet on the coffee table. She looked around the room
and asked, "Susie, have you cleaned the living room?" I told her
that I had. "It looks good. Thank you. You are such a sweet
daughter." I returned her smile.

      Mother and I talked about what we had planned for next week.
She said that since I was staying with my father, she would probably
be gone most of the weekend. Mother almost never mentioned Angela's
name. Mother and father had been married for sixteen years when, at
the age of thirty-eight, according to mother, he went middle aged
crazy. He divorced my mom and married a woman thirteen years younger
than she was. Mother had never forgiven him or Angela. I think that
she is going out this weekend to see her boyfriend while I am gone.
She has never introduced me to her secret boyfriend, but I know she
has one.

      Mom is a pretty woman. She is thirty-eight, but people say she
looks as if she is in her late twenties. She has natural blonde
hair, which she has curled and arranged to gain attention. Her face
is pretty. Her eyes are blue and she has a beautiful smile. Most
people say I take my looks from my mother. I wouldn't mind it too
much, if when I get to be old like her, I look as good. I certainly
hope that my breasts continue to grow so that they get to be as big
as mom's are. She wears a 38-D cup brassiere. Her waist is small and
her stomach is almost flat. She works out a couple of times a week
to keep herself in shape. Some of the boys at school talked about
the time she came to swim in the pool in her bikini. I saw that
three of the boys had bulges in their wet swim trunks.

      It was about time for dad to arrive. When the horn blew in the
driveway, I knew who it was. He didn't like meeting mom, so I kissed
her cheek, told her I would see her Sunday evening, picked up my
bags and left our home. Dad was waiting in his new red corvette
convertible. Mom called it his phallic symbol. She said it was
Freudian or something. I didn't understand. I did know that I liked
riding in the sports car. Dad had said that he would let me drive it
sometime, after I started college. I couldn't wait to show up at
school driving a shiny red corvette!

      The ride to dad and Angela's apartment took half an hour. We
had to play the radio very loud to hear it over the sounds of the
traffic.  Dad carried my bags for me as we entered the apartment
complex. Angela hugged me when we entered their apartment. She was
about five foot five inches tall, had red hair, a cute face with
green eyes and pouting lips, and a voluptuous body. Her breasts were
even bigger than mom's were. Her waist was tiny and flared out to
wide hips. Her legs were curvy and she just oozed sex appeal. She
liked for men to look at her and dressed accordingly. Almost any
type of outfit that would draw attention to her figure was in her
closet. Today, she wore a blue form fitting mini dress that was low
cut to show off her impressive cleavage. Mother called Angela a slut
and wasn't happy that I spent time with her. I thought she was just
a free spirit.

      Angela went with me to the extra bedroom. We talked as I hung
my clothes up in the closet. She mentioned that my legs looked
tanned. I told her those two trips a week to the tanning beds and at
least once a week to the community pool had helped. Angela placed
her hand on my leg and caressed my thigh as her hand moved up and
down a few times. "You have such beautiful legs. I would have given
anything to have a body like yours when I was your age. I was
over-weight when I was a teenager." Her hand had moved up under my
skirt and was near the top of my thigh when dad called to us to
hurry if we were going to eat. Angela slowly withdrew her hand from
under my mini skirt and she placed her arm around my waist and we
went to the kitchen. Her hand on my leg had caused the same reaction
that I felt when I started playing with myself. I hoped that I
wasn't a lesbian. I certainly hoped that Angela didn't know how her
hand innocently checking my tan had affected me.

      Dad had ordered pizza and it had arrived while Angela and I
had been in my bedroom. Dad offered me a glass of wine as he opened
a bottle for Angela and himself. I turned it down, but Angela
insisted. I agreed as long as they promised to never tell mom. I had
been allowed a sip of wine on special occasions, but I had never
drunk an entire glass before. Dad said that I would like it. I did.
The pizza was good, too. While we were eating, Angela did not have a
difficult time convincing me to have another glass of the alcoholic
grape juice. I became tipsy. After my third glass of wine, Angela
told dad that she was going to put me to bed.

      Dad watched television as Angela helped me walk to my bedroom.
She placed an arm around me to steady me as I wove my way toward the
sanctity of my bed. I noticed that her hand was cupping the
underside of my breast. I was sure that she had her hand there by
mistake, so I pretended that I didn't notice. When we reached the
side of my bed, she said, "Let's get you out of those things." She
lifted my top and pulled it over my head. "Oh, I see you are wearing
the pink brassiere that we bought for you the last time you were
here. My, it does show off your pretty titties."

I know I must have blushed. Angela must have not noticed because she
was busy unzipping the zipper on my skirt and undoing the button. I
felt my brown mini skirt caressing my thighs as it fell around my
bare legs and puddled at my feet. I now stood in front of my
stepmother in my silk lace bra and panties. Angela had reached
around and unsnapped my brassiere before I could protest. My hands
automatically cupped the undersides of my breasts to keep the bra in
place. Angela took my hands in hers and pulled them from my breasts.
"You have such beautiful boobies. You should not be embarrassed by
them. You should be proud. Most women would sell their soul to the
Devil for a pair of succulent tits like yours. Why those puppies
absolutely defy gravity." As if to prove her point, Angel's hands
cupped my breasts and she gave them a few gentle squeezes. "And they
are super firm too. I bet you let your boyfriend play with them all
the time." When I told her that he had only touched them one time
and that I had to make him quit because he got too excited. She
replied, "You don't know what you are missing. Lay down on the bed
and let me show you."

      I know I shouldn't be doing this, but Angela's hands had been
lightly caressing my swollen nipples and breasts for several minutes
and the wine had clouded my mind. I lay on the bed as she had asked.
I could feel the tingling as it started at my breasts and moved
throughout my body as her hands made my nipples become even more
excited. When Angela leaned over and took my left nipple in her
mouth and began licking it with her warm wet tongue, I gasped as my
senses went into a higher plane than I had ever experienced before.
It felt marvelous. It seemed as if my very existence centered around
the lips that were wrapped around my swollen pink nipple.

      Angela shifted her attentions to my right nipple and I lost
all touch with reality. I glanced down and saw that my left nipple
was over twice the size that it normally was. It was almost red in
color and was shining with Angel's saliva. As the saliva cooled, it
kept my nipple stiff and swollen. I had lost control of my body and
actually thought I felt Angel's hand moving inside the front of my
panties. When I felt some of her fingers rubbing my clitoris inside
of my moistening slit, my body arched upwards as I experienced my
first climax induced by some one other than myself.

      In the throes of my orgasm, I felt Angela's soft lips on mine.
I was panting too hard to protest. Her tongue took advantage of my
parted lips as it slithered inside my mouth and played with my
tongue. My nipples were wet and swollen, her lips were locked on
mine, her fingers rubbed my erect clitoris and I was too busy cuming
to protest. I knew that later on I could blame it on the wine. I put
my arms around Angela to hold on to something as my mind went on
another orgasmic roller coaster ride. She had at least one finger
buried in my vagina and another on my clitty as I bucked and tossed
about on the bed.

      I lay there on the bed as the room swirled around me. It was
as if I was almost disconnected from my body as I felt my panties
being drawn down and off. Angela had moved lower on my body and I
heard her saying, "My, my! What a pretty peach! Oh, and it's juicy,
too!" The next thing I felt was her tongue as it licked my vagina
from bottom to top. She buried her lips in my moist slit and wrapped
her soft lips around my extended clitoris. I began bucking my hips
up to her mouth as I experienced another series of earthquake like
orgasms. Angela kept licking, sucking and nibbling on my poor clitty
as wave after wave of strong shuddering climaxes racked my body. I
think I passed out.

      I awoke the next morning. My head hurt a little. I pulled the
sheet off of me and found that I was nude. I always slept in a
nightgown. For a moment, I wondered why I was naked; then, memories
came flooding back to me. I sat up very quickly as I remembered that
I had drunk some wine and that Angela had come to help me get in
bed. Sitting up quickly did not help my headache. Memories of what
Angela did to me came flooding back to me. She had done things to me
that only lesbians do to each other! What made me feel even worse
was the fact that I had enjoyed what she had done. In fact, I had
never enjoyed anything as much in my entire life. I lay back down
and covered my head with a pillow. I even remembered a dream that I
must have had after I had passed out. I had dreamed that my dad was
in the room with us and that he was video taping what we had done. I
knew that was a silly dream.

      I slowly climbed out of bed and slipped on a nightgown before
I gathered fresh undies, a pair of shorts and a pull over top and
went to the bathroom. I knew that a long hot bath would make me feel
better. I sat on the commode and thought about what had happened the
night before as I waited for the tub to fill. I watched the bubble
bath suds forming as I remembered the sensations that I had felt as
my step mother had used her lips and tongue on my body. My nipples
became erect. I tried to think of other things, but found my mind
returning to last night. I stood up, removed my nighty and stepped
into the warm soothing water. I sat down in the tub and closed my
eyes as I tried to relax.

      I lay in the tub for ten or fifteen minutes as I sorted out my
feelings about last night. I felt that what Angela and I had done
was wrong, but I could not deny that the sensations of ecstasy were
the most wonderful of my whole life. Without realizing what I was
doing, my right hand had settled on my right breast and was cupping
my titty. My fingers caressed my nipple as it rose up and became
stiff. My left hand moved, as if it had a mind of its own, to my
vagina. Before I knew what was happening, my right hand was moving
from breast to breast, pulling on my erect nipples, while my left
hand was massaging my stiffened clitoris. The entire time, I had my
eyes closed as I imagined that Angela had her mouth on my nipples
and clitoris.

      The emotional crescendo built higher and higher as I massaged
my clitty faster and harder. I actually found myself wanting Angela
to do to me this morning exactly what she had done last night. My
orgasm approached and I totally lost control of my body. I made a
squealing sound as my body arched up out of the splashing water as I
climaxed.

      Slowly, ever so slowly, I regained control of my body. My
breathing was fast; as if I had just ran a very long foot race. When
I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was shocked. Sitting on a
small stool beside the tub was Angela. She was wearing a thin
emerald green silk dressing gown. Her bright red hair was disheveled
and hung down in her face. She had a big smile on her pretty face
and her eyes were shining brightly. She softly said, "Good morning,
Sweetheart. I see you know how to start the day off right!" I
blushed as she reached over and pushed a strand of curly blonde hair
out of my eyes.

      I turned a bright red, as I felt more embarrassed than I had
ever felt before. I was in such a state of shock, I could not move
even when Angela leaned over and gently kissed my lips. Her tongue
softly licked my lips as I lay in the tub. Her left hand wandered
down to my right breast and toyed with my erect nipple for a moment
as her tongue probed my parted lips. Perhaps it was being caught
masturbating that had so paralyzed me that I did not protest as her
other hand moved under the bubbles floating on the water to slid
down my belly. Her left hand moved to my other nipple as her right
hand danced through the light coating of pubic hair that covered my
mound. Her lips kept my mouth busy as her tongue wiggled against my
own tongue.

      When Angela's fingers moved to my vagina, my legs parted as if
they intended on assisting Angela as she seduced me. Her long
fingernail lightly scratched my clitoris as she toyed with my
vagina. I was beginning to gasp as her assault continued. I was
almost ready to cum when she stopped manipulating my clit. I stood
up when she told me to and let her dry my body with a large fluffy
towel. My nipples were so sensitive, that I almost came when she
rubbed the soft towel across them. Angela led me back to my room. I
was self-conscious as we walked hand in hand, down the short hallway
toward my room. I was completely nude. How would I explain the
situation to my dad if he had walked out of the master bedroom and
saw me?

      I breathed easier when we reached the safety of my bedroom.
Angela's green eyes shone brightly as she said, "You are so
beautiful. Sit on the bed for a moment." I sat down as she slowly
untied the sash of her emerald green silk robe and let it slide off
her shoulders to fall to the floor. I had seen her nude body once
when we had gone swimming and we were changing out of our wet
bathing suits, but this was different. I was sexually excited now
and her body added to my excitement. Her breasts were huge as they
jutted out in front of her almost flat tummy. Her neatly trimmed
pubic hair was fiery red and was not able to hide her swollen
vaginal lips. I tried to move my eyes away from the inner lips that
protruded from her prominent slit. When I could force my eyes to
look up, I found her bright eyes watching my reaction.

      "Susie, you are the sexiest little girl that I have ever know.
You have always put on an act of being a good girl, but I know that
there is a hot little slut just waiting to break out." Angela moved
closer to me. Since I was sitting on the side of the bed, her over
sized boobs were even with my face. I looked up into her eyes as her
breasts moved to each side of my face. I smelt her perfume as her
red pubic hair tickled my nipples as she pressed her naked body
against mine. Angela moved so that her right nipple was touching my
lips. "Kiss it for me, Susie. Show me that you like me. Take my hard
nipple in your sweet mouth and kiss it for me. Make me feel as good
as I have made you feel. That's it! You are such a good girl!"

      My mother had said that she had breast fed me. This was the
first time since I was a baby that I had another woman's nipple in
my mouth. I put aside the thoughts of whether this was right or
wrong as I slowly slid my hands around Angela's waist and sucked her
left nipple when she shifted it to my suctioning mouth. "Susie, you
really know how to turn a girl on." Angela whispered to me as she
pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. Our naked bodies
were pressed together as her lips sought mine. By this time, I was
eagerly sucking on her tongue as it snaked in and out of my mouth.

      When Angela began to move down, kissing my breasts and sucking
on my erect nipples before moving to my moistened vagina, I
automatically parted my legs. Angela settled between my parted
thighs and kissed across my smooth tummy as my pulse rate increased.
I remembered the excitement and the mind blowing climaxes that I had
experienced last night and my body wanted more. I looked down
between my up thrust boobs as I watched my redheaded stepmother's
tongue as it licked through my blonde pubic hair on its way toward
my slit. I was so excited, that when her tongue touched my clitoris,
I had an orgasm. My body arched upward and it felt as if the entire
room was spinning out of control.

      When I became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I was
lying on the bed and that Angela was beside me. I did not try to
stop her when she kissed me with her moist lips. I knew that I was
taking some of my own juices into my mouth as I kissed her, but it
only added to the eroticism of the moment. Our lips parted and she
looked at me for a moment before she said, "Susie, I've wanted to do
this with you every since I first met you. It's wonderful that you
have such a sensitive clitty. I love to look up and see your facial
expressions as I make you cum. I'm so wet right now, I can't stand
it." She gently kissed my lips before continuing. "I wish I had some
one here that could go down on me. I am about to go out of my mind."
Angela's fingers toyed with my clitoris as she asked, "Susie, I love
you and want to ask you a question. You have already sucked my
nipples. Would you please suck my clitty for me so that I can cum
too?"

My mind was in turmoil. One side said, "NO!" as the other side said,
"Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. After all, hadn't she done it for
me?"  My right hand moved to play with her hugely swollen nipples as
I leaned forward to press my lips against hers. I blocked out the
thoughts that screamed at me that this was wrong as I once again
moved my mouth to her erect nipples. She was smiling down at me as I
moved down on the bed. I kissed the flesh of her tummy as my lips
made their way to her wet vagina.

      Angela guided my head with her hands as I kissed her smooth
skin near her red pubic hair covered mound. When she pulled my mouth
down over her wet lips, she whispered directions on how to eat
another girl. "That's it! Kiss my wet pussy lips! Oh, that feels
great. Now use you tongue to lick my juicy slit. That's good. Now
move your tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit. When you get
to the top, stop and suck on my clit. That's right! Now start over
again. Just keep that up for a few minutes."

      I lay on the bed, face down, as I ate another woman for the
first time. I ground my own vagina into the mattress as I followed
Angela's instructions. After a couple of minutes, she cried out,
"Just suck on my clit as you use your fingers to finger fuck me!"
She came almost immediately. Only her fingers holding onto the back
of my head kept my mouth from loosing contact with her erect
clitoris as she bucked up and down on the bed.

      Angela pulled me up to lay beside her as she recovered from
her climax. She turned toward me, put her leg over me and hugged me
tightly. Her tongue licked her juices from my swollen lips as we lay
in each other's arms. Her monumentally sized breasts were pushed
against mine, our smooth tummies were touching and her wet pubic
mound was pressed against my leg and mound as we hugged. My
boyfriend had never made me feel this good!

      Angela said, "You were marvelous!" Her lips kissed mine
tenderly. "As much as I would like to eat your sweet little pussy
for the rest of the day, I'm afraid that your father has other plans
for today. We had better get up and get dressed." She gave me one
more kiss before she got up and put her robe back on and left the
room. I slowly got up off the bed and thought about what had just
happened. I was embarrassed to admit that I had loved it. I peeked
out the door and snuck down the hallway to the bathroom where I had
left my undies and clothes.

      I slipped on my white satin bikini panties and low cut white
satin brassiere and pulled my red satin shorts and red satin tank
top on over my head. I looked in the mirror and brushed my hair
until it was under control. A quick coating of red lipstick and I
was ready to see if Angela needed my help in the kitchen. When I got
there, dad was setting the table and pouring the orange juice. He
had eventually been up for a while because he had already prepared
breakfast. Angela came in and sat down at the table and smiled at me
as we ate our meal. Dad didn't say anything about what Angela and I
had done this morning and I hoped that he didn't even know. Dad and
I ate in silence as Angela talked about how she and I were going out
to do some shopping this morning.

      We rode to the mall in Angela's new Acura coupe. Dad had
bought it for her as a wedding present. Angela had put on a black
silk tank top that was cut off just below her massive boobs. A pair
of black silk shorts hugged her curved hips. She had chosen to wear
a pair of shiny black high heel shoes that has very thin pointed
heels. Her body was freckled and she could never get a suntan. Her
white skin, bright red hair, voluptuous figure and black clothing
made her truly beautiful as we walked from her car to the mall
entrance. She gave me a smile and told my father that she really
liked her stepdaughter.

      Dad waited patiently as we went from store to store, trying on
different dresses. Angela selected two very nice dresses and made my
father buy them for me. They were what she had called cocktail
dresses. One was red and the other was black. Both were wrap dresses
that had low cut tops with just spaghetti straps to hold them up and
hemlines that reached less than half way to my knees. She insisted
on dad buying them for me, saying that we might want to go out to a
nightclub sometime. "Big chance of that," I thought. "The
politicians had just raised the drinking age back up to twenty one
in this state. I have five years to go before I can go out to night
clubs." Angela picked out a Green Lycra dress that looked as if it
had been sprayed on her beautiful body, for herself.

      Next stop was a large shoe store. Angela and I each tried on
over twenty pairs of high heel shoes. She picked out a green pair
for herself and a gold pair, a red pair, and a black pair of
three-inch high heels for me. Poor dad got to pay for and carry our
boxes as she led me down the mall to a lingerie shop. The multitude
of colors and styles of lingerie was staggering to my imagination.
Dad had set the boxes down and was watching as Angela picked out
various pieces of lace, satin and silk and held them up to my body.
She would smile, my dad would have a strange look on his face and I
would blush.

      Angela asked the saleswoman to measure me so that we could buy
the correct sizes of lingerie and the woman, who looked to be in her
thirties or forties, led me to the changing area. She had long dark
brown hair and was still good looking. She wore a blue dress that
molded itself to a nicely shaped body. Blue high heel shoes, much
like the ones we had just purchased, were on her feet. I could also
see that she was wearing dark nylon stockings. She introduced
herself as Robin as she helped me remove my tank top and shorts.
"My, you are a pretty little thing." She said as she took my
measurements.  She told me to just wait in the dressing room as they
picked out the things for me to try on.

      The first things brought to me were a set of black silk
undies. I slipped out of my own lingerie. I loved the luxurious feel
of the silk as it caressed my body. They were a perfect fit. Robin
took them and disappeared back out the door, leaving me standing in
the dressing room, completely nude, as Angela brought in another set
of lingerie for me to try on.  It was a red satin strapless
brassiere, a red belt that she hooked around my waist with dangling
straps that she called a garter belt, and a pair of tiny bikini
panties that I knew would give my mother a heart attack if she ever
saw me in them. I was completely naked, except for the garter belt,
as Angela opened a package of nylon stockings. They weren't
pantyhose but were old-fashioned black silk stockings. I pulled them
up my legs like I did when I put on pantyhose, except I hooked the
reinforced tops of the stockings to the garter tabs. As I put on the
red satin bikini panties and front hook red satin strapless
brassiere, Angela went out of the dressing room and brought back my
red high heel shoes and red wrap dress. I put the shoes on my feet
and buckled the ankle straps.

      Angela told me to turn and look in the full-length mirror. I
had seen a couple of men's magazines and what I saw in the mirror
almost reminded me of the centerfold picture. There were only a
couple of inches between the tops of the silk stockings and the tiny
red panties. The high heel shoes made my legs look longer. The
brassiere was a front hook strapless type that made me look as if I
had gained a cup size. I was very pleased with my reflection.

      Angela moved to hug me from behind. "You look good enough to
eat," she whispered in my ear just before she nibbled on it. Her
hands moved around to cup my breasts as I watched them in the
mirror. Her fingers pinched my nipples through the satin bra cup.
They immediately sent a signal to my clitoris. Her right hand moved
to my erecting clitty and rubbed it through the satin panties. I
lost sight of our reflection as my eyes closed. Her hand moved up,
dipped under the waistband of my panties and moved down to massage
my slit. Her left hand continued to play with my nipples as I came
closer and closer to another orgasm. It washed over me in waves. I
must have moaned too loudly because when I opened my eyes, Robin was
standing inside the dressing room, watching Angel's fingers moving
under the cover of the red satin panties.

      "Well, you two certainly seem to be enjoying yourselves. If I
didn't have three customers out front, I'd like to sample some of
each of you. Closing time on the weekends in around ten o'clock.
Come back later and I'll show each of you how much fun I can be."
She was smiling prettily as she went back out to check on her other
customers. I must have been blushing for the seventh or eighth time
this weekend as I turned and hid my red face against Angela's well
developed chest. She put her arms around me, but patted me on the
bottom instead of the back.

      Angela helped me put on the red party dress. It wrapped around
toward the front. She said I sure looked hot. I thought that I
looked good too. Angela had me go out of the dressing room to show
off the dress and everything to dad. He told me that he would have
to beat the guys off of me with a big stick. I thanked him. Angela
said, "Susie, just keep every thing on and we'll go to the beauty
shop to have our hair done before we go home." Robin put the clothes
I had worn into the shop in a bag along with the new clothes that
Angela and dad bought for me. Angela had also picked out another
matching set of lingerie just like the one I now wore, except it was
black. She had also picked out three more packages of stockings.
Robin smiled and reminded us to, "Come back anytime," as we left the
lingerie shop. Angela told her that we would in the next week or
two.

      I had been to a hair salon before, but never to a place like
this. I was taken to a private room in the back of the salon. There,
I was introduced to Jessica. She is about twenty years old and has
short black hair, dark eyes, a nose ring in her left nostril, wore a
blue zip front dress, and is about five foot ten inches tall and
thin. Even in my three-inch heels, she was still taller than I am.
She smiled and gave me what I thought was a fruit juice drink. I
thanked her and took a sip. It was very good. Jessica's fingers
untied the bow holding the front of my red satin wrap dress closed
and opened it. I was startled and backed away, but she said, "Relax.
We need to take off your beautiful dress so it doesn't get any
stains on it. There's nobody back here but us girls."

      I looked around to make sure that there wasn't anyone else in
the room before I removed my dress and let Jessica put it on a
wooden hanger. There was another mirror on the opposite wall. I
almost felt like a wanton woman, as I stood in front of a stranger
in such provocative lingerie. She gave me a studied look as she
smiled. "You must drive the guys crazy. The women, too." Her smile
broadened as she saw me blush. I thought that she would offer me a
dressing gown but she told me to sit down in a large elaborate
leather chair and finish my drink until she returned. My satin
covered bottom felt the cool leather of the seat cushion as I sipped
the tasty beverage. I thought about how this weekend had changed my
life. I had been friends with Angela, but our relationship had
changed since last night. I just hoped that my father didn't find
out about what we were doing.

      I relaxed as I waited for Jessica to return. There was
soothing music playing softly and I found myself almost falling
asleep. By the time Jessica returned, my glass was empty. She had
brought me another. I accepted it and she said, "You look like you
are ready for me to start." She pushed a few buttons on the side of
the chair and it began to move. It shifted as the legs came up and
the back reclined. Jessica said, "Okay, we need to remove your
pretty panties for what Angela wants me to do." The drink had
confused my thinking as I let her pull my panties down over my hips
and down my legs. I knew I should not be letting the stranger do
this to me, but I was powerless to resist. The leather was very cool
on my bare bottom.

      Jessica pushed another button and the elevated leg supports
began to spread apart. Within a minute, my legs were forced apart
and anyone standing in front of me would have been able to see my
vagina, as it was splayed open. The strange fruit juice drink had
relaxed me so that I was no longer embarrassed by my exposure.
Jessica rolled a chair into the juncture between my legs and opened
a jar of cream. "Now just keep sipping your drink as I spread this
cream on you." I felt her fingers massaging the cool cream into my
pubic area. I enjoyed the sensations that she was stirring up in my
body.

      I felt as if I was drifting in the clouds as Jessica unhooked
the garter tabs from my silk stockings and rolled them down and off
my legs. She rubbed the cream into my legs as I lay on the reclined
chair. Next, she raised my arms over my head and massaged the cream
into my underarm area. I felt so calm and relaxed as she took a
moistened towel and began to wipe around my vagina. I felt wonderful
as she stroked the towel up and down my legs before she moved to my
underarms. Her fingers caressed my nearly naked body for several
minutes before I felt a tickling sensation in my vagina. I raised my
head to see that Jessica had half of her face buried in my hairless
vagina! My vagina had not been hairless since I was eleven years
old. Now, not only was I bald down there, but Jessica was evidently
nibbling on my clitoris as my hips began to move up and down on the
leather seat cushion. I had never had sex with anyone before last
night, and here I was, with an almost complete stranger, and a woman
at that, sucking on my clit as her tongue reached into my denuded
little pussy. I had no control over my hips as they rose up to meet
Jessica's tongue and lips. Within minutes, I was cuming for her.

      As I lay on the chair, catching my breath, Jessica got up and
rolled a cart over to where she sat between my legs. I was enjoying
the pleasant after glow of my orgasm as I Jessica began to rub
something cold across my clitoris. I was still under the influence
of the drugged fruit juice and could not see what Jessica was doing.
I let out a short scream as something sharp stuck me. "It's all over
with now. Just relax for a few moments more and I'll be finished." I
had no idea what she was talking about as she went about her work.

      Jessica stood and pushed her cart back out of the way. She
returned with a hand mirror. "Sit up, Sweetie, and I'll show you how
pretty you look."  I was able to rise up to my elbows and look down
at the mirror that Jessica held between my open legs. I was amazed!
Not only had all the hair been removed from my vagina, but also I
had a gold ring in my split. "First, I used the new synthetic
hormonal cream to permanently remove your unwanted body hair. Now,
you'll never have to shave your underarms, legs or vagina again.
Next, I pierced your clitoral hood, just like Angela instructed. The
ring is eighteen-carrot gold and is sealed with epoxy. It will never
come out so you don't have to worry about loosing it. Isn't it
pretty? And, here, let me show you how it feels when it wiggles
against you clitty." Her fingers tugged on the one-inch gold ring
slightly and jolts of electricity shot through out my entire body. A
couple of minutes later, I had another orgasm.

      Jessica toyed with the ring as she told me, "You'll love your
clit ring. It will stimulate your clitty as you walk. You will have
to get used to the idea that you can cum simply from walking around.
People will wonder what is wrong as you grab hold of something to
keep from falling down as you gasp for breath and your eyes roll
back, but you'll learn to love it. When a guy or a girl goes down on
you, you'll go practically out of your mind when they flip the ring
with their tongue. And, when a guy strokes his cock in and out of
your cute little cunt, his pubic bone will rub the ring against your
clitty and make you cum more than you have ever cum with a guy
before."

      Jessica leaned down and pushed the buttons that brought my
legs back together and the leather chair back up to an upright
position. She assisted me as I pulled the stockings up and clipped
them to my garter belt. I could feel the ring moving against my
clitoris as I stood up on my shaky legs. Jessica held my panties for
me and told me to step into them. They rubbed against the silk
stockings as they were pulled up my legs until she made them fit
snuggly over my hips and pubic mound. I was aware of the pressure of
the ring against my erect clit as the red satin pressed it up into
my vagina.

      Before Jessica gave me my dress, she pulled me into her arms
and kissed my lips. Her tongue was long and reached part way down my
throat. When her lips parted from mine, she said, "Next time you
come in, we'll do your nipples." I certainly did not want my nipples
pierced. When she indicated that I could leave, I wrapped my red
satin dress around my body and walked out to the front of the salon.
Angela and dad were just coming out of a back room of the salon. We
left the mall.

      It was evening and we were hungry. Dad drove us to a
restaurant and we ate dinner. The trunk of the Acura was full of
packages and even the back seat was crowded. I ended up sitting
almost on the ring that was through my clitoral hood as dad drove
the car. Walking and even sitting down was now a stimulating act. It
seemed that no matter what I was doing, the clitoris ring managed to
irritate my clit just enough to keep it erect. I could tell that the
crotch of my panties was moist. I was embarrassed when I had to stop
for a moment as we were being shown to our table in the restaurant
until I could control the sensations coming from my clitty. Angela
was smiling as I finally sat down in the booth where dad and she
were sitting side by side on the opposite side.

      I had to keep my legs apart because each time I tried to cross
them or rub them together, I almost had an orgasm. I was so
distracted by the sensations coming from my excited clitoris, I was
barely aware of the food we were having for dinner. Dad had ordered
wine with our meal and the waiter brought three glasses with no
questions asked. Angela had insisted that I drink wine with them. It
was as good as the wine that I had last night. Angela and dad made
small talk with me while I fought to control the maddening
sensations coming from my clit.

      Just as we finished eating, Dad and Angela smiled as Angela
called out, "Dobron! Over here! I turned to see whom she was calling
to. A black man about dad's age was moving toward our table. He wore
a nice dark blue silk dress shirt and a pair of dress black light
weight wool slacks. He was smiling as he approached our table. For
an older black man, I guess he would be considered as very handsome.
Angela exclaimed, "Dobron, it is good to see you. You know my
husband. This pretty blonde is my stepdaughter, Susie."

      I looked up to see his large black hand extended to me. I put
my hand in his in his as he smiled and said, "This is my pleasure.
You are even more beautiful than Angela described you." I blushed as
I tried to move around in the seat until I found a position where
the clit ring didn't excite my poor clitty. I had already found that
there was no such position. The large black man was smiling, so I
returned his friendly smile. Angela asked Dobron to sit down. Since
I was on one side of the booth by myself, I had to move over to make
room for him.

      Dobron turned out to be a very nice man. Dad and Angela
certainly seemed to like him. I shifted around on the seat a few
times as I hunted for a way to decrease the sensations caused by the
ring. I realized that Dobron was talking about going to a club to do
some dancing and that dad and Angela wanted to go along. Without
consulting me, Dad and Angela said that we would all go together.
Dad paid for the meal as Dobron held his hand out and helped me up
out of the booth. I had to fight for control of my body as I slid
across the bench seat of the booth.

      I was so preoccupied with trying not to have an orgasm as we
left the crowded restaurant, I did not even realize that Dobron had
his arm around my waist as we walked toward our cars. I heard Angela
say, "Since the back seat of our car is so full, Susie, why don't
you ride with Dobron?" I started to answer but nearly came as I lost
my concentration. I was biting my bottom lips so hard, I couldn't
protest as the large black man used his arm around my waist to stir
me toward a red BMW convertible. He held the door open for me as I
sat down in the passenger seat. The act of sitting down, and the
ring making contact with the seat cushion, triggered the climax that
I had been fighting for the last thirty minutes. I closed my eyes
and rolled my head back as I let out a little cry of ecstasy as
waves of sensations rippled through my spasming body. I finally
opened my eyes to see that the smiling black man was still standing
there and holding the car door open. I glanced down to see that my
wrap dress had fallen open and that not only was the tops of my
stockings on display, but my bare thighs were parted, allowing him a
glimpse of the moist crotch of my red satin panties.  I quickly
pulled my dress together as I turned to face forward in the seat.

      I was so embarrassed. And, the crotch of my panties was wet
with my juices. "Damn this ring!" I thought to myself as Dobron slid
into the driver's seat. My breathing slowed to a more normal level
and I shifted in the seat to hook my seatbelt. My movement started
another series of tingling sensations in my vagina as I sat back in
the seat. Dobron was still smiling at me when I glanced his way.
Here I was, in a car with a large black man, a stranger, and I had
just had an orgasm in a public parking lot. He started the engine
and we pulled out into evening traffic in the red sports car
convertible. I looked over my shoulder to see dad and Angela
following us in the Acura. The act of turning in my seat started the
sensations in my clit all over again.

      I tried closing my eyes as I fought to control my runaway
nervous system. We went over some rough pavement and I moaned
involuntarily as the seat cushion bumped against my excited crotch.
I felt something new and opened my eyes to find Dobron's large black
hand on my silk covered thigh. I reflexively clamped my thighs
together tightly and almost caused another climax. My arm muscles
were weak when I tried to push his hand off of my thigh. It ended up
that my hand was only resting on his as his hand moved up my thigh
and pushed the hem of my dress upward. I felt as if part of my mind
was detached from my body as it watched the black hand opening the
lower part of my wrap dress to expose my bare thighs and red satin
panties. His fingers had a gentle touch as they moved across my
smooth bare thigh toward my excited clitoris. When his hand moved
from thigh to satin covered hairless mound, I found my thighs
involuntarily opening even more.

      I glanced at Dobron and saw that he was looking at the road
only half the time. I looked up and saw that we were stopped at a
traffic light and that a crowded city bus had just pulled along
side. I could see the shocked facial expressions of several people
as they looked down on us. When I felt Dobron's fingers wiggling my
clit ring, the seatbelt fought to keep me in my seat as my body
arched up off the seat. I must have squealed as he continued to
manipulate the ring, causing my climax to last for the next five or
even ten minutes. I don't know how long he rubbed my clitty and ring
because I passed out.

      When I came to, Angela was holding a cool wet wash cloth to my
forehead and sitting next to me as I lay on a sofa in a living room.
I didn't recognize the room, so I figured that we were at Dobron's
home. My father was sitting in a chair across from the sofa and he
was smiling as he pointed a video camcorder at us. I thought that
this was a strange time for dad to be making home videos. I felt
something moving on my legs and I looked down to find Dobron running
the tips of his fingers up and down the calves of my silk covered
legs. Dad told Angela that she was blocking his shot, so she got up
and moved behind the sofa.

      I glanced at dad and saw that he was preoccupied with his
video camera and must not be aware of the fact that the large black
man who was sitting on the other end of the sofa had moved his hands
up under the hem of my dress. Dobron was attempting to open my wrap
dress when I reached down to stop his hands. As I tried to hold his
dark hands in mine, Angela leaned over and untied the sash that held
my dress closed. She flipped open my dress, leaving my undies
exposed as my father continued to videotape us. I tried to pull my
dress back together until Dobron's fingers cupped my satin covered
hairless mound and began to massage it. The ring immediately began
to send jolts of electric current from my swollen clitoris, to my
confused brain.

      I looked up into Angela's face as she pulled the low cups of
my red satin brassiere below the prominent pink nipples on my
breasts. She almost toppled over onto me as she bent over and began
to lick and suck on my excited nipples. Dobron grabbed the sides of
my panties and pulled them down and off. Before I could stop him, he
had placed his mouth over my hairless vagina and was licking the
ring that rubbed against my clit. With my stepmother working on my
swollen nipples and Dobron's tongue in my slit, I reached another
orgasm that caused my entire body to bow upward. I bucked and
thrashed about as I came over and over again. They continued the
two-prong attack until I had lost consciousness again.

      I came to as I felt what I thought was a telephone pole being
forced up into my seriously stretched vagina. Dobron had removed all
his clothing and was above me as he drove his hips down toward mine.
I realized that I was no longer a virgin as he shoved even more of
his black cock into my abused tummy. I could see Angela's grinning
face as I looked up. Her clothes were off and she was playing with
her own nipples as she watched Dobron taking her stepdaughter for
the first time. I was to embarrassed to look at my father. I thought
that he would hate me for being so brazen and letting an older black
man have sex with me.

      Just as I thought I would die of shame. Dobron's huge organ
pushes the last of my internal organs aside as it bottoms out in my
no longer virginal belly. His course pubic hair bumps my clitoris
ring and I get a jolt that makes me cry out in excitement. He grinds
his pubic bone against mine and I have another orgasm. He begins to
slowly pull out until he felt as if he was going to fall out, only
to drive his long thick black cock back into my stretched vagina. A
few strokes later, I am having my second climax with a penis inside
me. It is a black penis, too.

      I find that my arms and legs have automatically wrapped
themselves around the muscular black male body that has taken my
cherry. His lips found mine and I returned his kisses. His tongue
was almost as long as Robin's as it reached the back of my throat.
Fingers, I don't know who's, were pinching my pink nipples as I lay
on the sofa with a black cock working in and out of my tummy. I
started to have one long continuous orgasm again as Dobron's hips
began a pile driving type of action. I actually felt his cock expand
even more as the hot cum spurted out and coated the insides of my
reproductive organs. I must have passed out again.

      When I awoke, I felt the most delicious sensations in my
vagina. I saw that Dobron, although still naked and with a soft but
massive coal black penis swinging between his legs, was now
operating the camcorder. Angela was still leaning over the back of
the sofa as she watched the action. I heard her say, "Make sure you
get all of Dobron's cum out of her little twat unless you want your
little daughter to get knocked up by a black man." In shock, I
looked down to see my own father burying half his face in my
hairless vagina. "That's it! Do a good job or else her belly will
swell up with a black baby!" I believe dad's tongue reached every
drop of semen that was inside my belly. His nose rubbing against my
clit and that damn ring made me cum twice as he cleaned out my
freshly screwed pussy. I felt so guilty and was so embarrassed for
my father. Even after what I had done with Dobron, my father still
loved me enough to do this just so I wouldn't get pregnant with a
black man's baby.

      When dad had finished, Angela swung herself over the back of
the sofa and settled on my upturned face. Her vagina was flooded
with her juices as she told me how to pleasure her with my tongue.
After what had already happened today, I meekly followed
instructions. I heard her squeal before she finally moved off of my
face and lay on the carpeted floor with a satisfied smile on her
pretty face.

      Dad had been videotaping Angela and me as she had sat on my
face and I licked her wet red haired pussy. I saw that Dobron was
hanging up the telephone and moving to where I was lying on the
sofa. He looked at dad and my stepmother and said, "I called the
gang. They'll be here in about twenty minutes. I think I'd better
sample some of her tight pussy before Big Joe and Leroy get hold of
little Susie Q. The rest of the guys will be here, too. Your
daughter will be a first class slut for black cock by the end of
this weekend." His words were very true. A total of seven black men
were involved in my training over the next twenty-four hours. They
turned me on, they turned me upside down, they turned me inside out,
but, most of all, they turned me on! Since I was not on birth
control pills and they didn't use condoms, poor daddy tried his best
to keep me from becoming pregnant by licking out their black baby
making sperm each time there was a pause in the action. Angela must
not have been on birth control pills, either, because dad had to do
the same for her as the black men took turns on her, too.

      Sunday evening, when I arrived back home, mother asked me how
my weekend had been. I had to walk slowly as I crossed the living
room and gently sat on the sofa. The hugely endowed black men had
stretched my cunt almost to the tearing point. Even my previously
virginal anus felt as if it had been stretched so much that mother
would be able to park her car in my intestines. My nipples and
clitoris had been sucked on so much that they were very tender and
were nearly double their original size. The clit ring still drove me
to orgasm at the most embarrassing times. I was very careful when I
sat down. A spontaneous orgasm would have been difficult to explain
to mother. I answered, "I had fun."

      Mom looked thoughtfully at me for a moment. "Susie, " she
said, "I have a confession to make." I looked to see her happy
facial expression. "I have had a boyfriend since just about the time
your father and I broke up. You are an adult now. I don't want to
keep any secrets from you anymore. I want you to meet the man that I
married last weekend. He has been out of town this last week, but he
just got back an hour ago and I want you to meet him." Mother got up
and went to the kitchen door. "Honey, you can come in now and let
Susie meet her stepfather." The kitchen door opened and Dobron
entered the living room. My mouth must have hung open in shock.

He put an arm around mom and said, "Hello, Susie Q. Your mother has
told me so much about you that I feel that we should already know
each other. It is so good to finally meet you." He wrapped his black
arms around my blonde mother, gave her a passionate kiss on the lips
and hugged her beautiful body to his muscular frame. I wondered why
he was pretending that he did not already know me, and what his
plans were. Dobron gave me a big smile and winked at me.





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