Edendale ch-8
I was surprised to find myself the next morning still with my feet against the wall and my legs spread widely apart. Jim was gone so I surmised that he must have somehow extracted himself from my sexual grasp and gone home. I rolled off my maiden's sled and, stiffly, made my way to the kitchen. After a hurried breakfast and my morning toilet, I was prepared to meet the day. Imagine my surprise when the day met me right outside my front door.
"HAROLD! What are you doing here at this time in the morning?"
He was sitting on my top step dressed in his old, dirty overalls, a blue denim work shirt and a sweat-stained ball cap on the back of his head that was somewhat askew. 
"Aw, I jes' stopped by to ask if you wanted a mirror. Mos' girls have them and If'n you wants one, I can get it from one of the empty houses. I got nothing to do today so I can get right on it."
"Thank you, Harold that would be nice of you. I really miss not having a mirror so your offer is greatly appreciated. I can't stay. I've got to meet Hazel in the office because she said something about having a busy day."
"That's okay. I can do whut is necessary by mine own self. It'll be ready when you gets home this afternoon."
With that, he rose and shuffled off in the direction of the residential part of town. I meanwhile , strode purposefully across the empty lot that separated my house from the Nurse's Office.
As I expected, Hazel was already in the office and her greeting caught me by surprise.
"First night on the sled?"
I could feel myself blushing as I nodded my head.
"Oh, honey. When are you going to realize that everything in Edendale is an open book? None of us have any secrets that we try to keep from all of the others. It wasn't old Harold was it? He is a major stud!" I shook my head in denial. "That's good although you wouldn't be in any real danger since the Darkman has forbidden that you become pregnant."
"Stud?"
"That's what we call the males in Edendale. They are the studs and we - the girls - are the mares and our children, if we have any, are called foals. Our society functions just like a herd of horses. The mares are responsible for taking care of the foals and the studs fuck every mare they can corner. What did you do last night? Moc-schisss? Or did you Moc-schisss-dum?"
Hazel could tell by the questioning look in my eyes that I didn't have the faintest idea of what she was talking about.
"Oh, my God! You haven't picked up on the language yet have you?" I shook my head. "Well, Moc-schisss is their expression for `fucking'. Moc-schisss-dum is the expression for fucking, but in the ass. And Moc-schisss-qog signifies fucking in the mouth - in other words, a blowjob, Got It? So, what was it?"
"Moc-schisss!"
"All night?"
I was embarrassed by having to admit that I had fucked the whole night long so I just nodded. Hazel looked at me and began to chuckle.
"For a newcomer mare, you sure learn fast. Now, get over to Granny's and get your things. We have quite a lot of things coming up today. Oh, by the way, be sure to check your tongue!"
I had no idea what Hazel's last remark signified, but I was anxious to get out of this questioning environment so I left the office.
The hotel was ominously silent when I entered. I knew that the next year's teachers would be at the school, but I had expected to be greeted by Granny. When she didn't meet me, I went in search of her. All of the downstairs living spaces were empty with the exception of her private quarters - so I tip-toed down the hall to her bedroom door. Fortunately it was slightly ajar so I didn't have to worry about being quiet as I pushed it open. I nearly gave myself away, however, for I gasped in astonishment as I looked into the room.
Granny and her grandson, Zeke, were locked in a tight sexual embrace. Granny was, naturally, on her back on the maiden's sled. Their crotches looked as though they were plastered together and not a millimeter of Zeke's cock could be seen! It was obvious that it was buried to the hilt in Granny's cunt!
I thought for a minute that Granny was dead! Her eyes were staring and they had a dazed, glassy expression in them. Both of her hands were clutching her tits in what looked like a death grip to me. Then, as I stared at her, I saw her tits slowly rise as she drew in a slight breath. Somehow, just this slight disturbance must have caused her to climax for her belly began heaving and the muscles in her legs tightened. I was not certain, but it appeared that Granny had ejaculated! Something that females were not supposed to do, but some kind of a whitish liquid had sprayed upon Zeke's hips and legs! There was a long drawn out exhalation and her body relaxed slightly. I couldn't help but wonder if I had looked like this just last night.
Slowly, I backed out of the room and as quietly as I could went up to my room where another surprise awaited me. Sitting in the middle of the room were all of my cases along with a note from Granny.
"I took it for granted that now that you have a house of your own you would no longer need this room. I packed your things so that, if we weren't here when you came for them, you would only need to pick them up and move them to your new domicile. It has been really great having you as a tenant. Granny."
I started to pick up my things when I remembered Hazel's parting shot. So, I stepped across the hall to the toilet and looked at my face in the mirror. At first, I couldn't see anything different from my usual expression, but then I stuck out my tongue and I nearly died! I no longer had a tongue - it had become a penis! It was equipped with that tell-tale mushroom head and, as I pushed it further and further out of my mouth, I knew that I had a usable penis of some four or five inches in length! The only thing it lacked was the solitary eye in the middle of the head. Of course, since we mares seldom ejaculate, that eye was definitely not needed.  Even a weird female who could ejaculate - such as Granny - could only ejaculate from inside their sexual organs and not through their tongues. Tears sprang into my eyes and I began sobbing. I wondered just what kind of beast the Darkman had transformed me into.
Through my teary eyes, I managed to get my stuff down the stairs and out into my car. Once there, I sat as horrible thought after horrible thought raced through my mind. I turned the rear-view mirror so I could see my face. Then, reluctantly but quite deliberately, I slowly opened my mouth and pushed that hideous tongue -or was it a penis - out to where I could study it. It slowly dawned upon me that I was now fully equipped to give oral sex in the most basic of ways. My tears slowly dried and I started the car. I backed out of the lot and turned towards the main road. It was a real temptation not to turn left and roar out of this sex commune, but then I realized that, as disfigured as I was, I would never  survive in the outside world. For better or worse, the Darkman had made it impossible for me to ever leave Edendale!
When I got back to the nurse's station, Hazel gave me a quick look. Then she stared directly into my eyes. She placed her hands upon either side of my head and said,
"I will have your flower! Give me your penis!"
Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth as wide as she could. I was somewhat nonplussed by what she had said and what she had done, but I found myself being drawn ever closer to her face and her open mouth. Finally, I could not oppose her any further. I pushed my penis-tongue out of my mouth and she immediately sucked it into her mouth. My penis grew larger and longer as she sucked upon it until I was certain that I should choke her. I didn't although my penis was deep inside of her throat.
I watched as her throat began a constricting movement and I felt my penis getting more and more erect. I closed my eyes and just allowed the sensations she was creating to sweep over me. With my penis solidly in her mouth and throat, my own breathing became ragged. I felt the surge of an orgasm rising from deep in my belly and suddenly it swept throughout my whole being. I would have screamed except for the hindrance of having my penis deep inside of Hazel's throat, but I did sense some kind of relief.
Hazel was looking at me in a possessive manner and, in that moment, I knew that the two of us were bound together for the rest of our lives. Ejaculation was impossible or so I thought, but that orgasmic sensation swept over me and I nearly fainted. Hazel's mouth and hands supported me and kept me from falling. Then, ever so slowly, Hazel let my penis drop from her mouth.
"Good God, Hedwig! I didn't even consider that you were one of those who spray their lovers, but you ejaculated all over my legs!"
In surprise and some embarrassment, I looked down at Hazel's legs. True enough, a sticky white substance was slowly oozing down along the insides of her thighs. All I could say was, "I have never done this before!"
Neither one of us said a word. Then Hazel spoke,
"Today, you shall take the flower o Betty's daughter, Patty, and begin her journey towards womanhood."
"How shall I do that?"
"Just think of all that has been done to you by the mouths that have been applied to your snake hole and use your penis to do the same to this little girl. She will love what you do."
"How old is this Patty?"
"She is about nine, I think."
"And we are to deflower her? Isn't that unusually early?"
"No. I have heard that her mother and her grandmother have agreed to a three-for-one arrangement so Patty's flower must be taken."
"What in hell is a three-for-one?"
That means nine girly sex holes - three for each female - for one male penis! I hear that the male is to be Glenn at the mortuary."
An abrupt memory of the size of Glenn's penis made me ask, "Are you saying that he will be fucking this little girl?"
"Well, perhaps not actually. He will fuck her mother and her grandmother on a regular basis, but all Patty will be called upon to do is to set upon his lap and excite his penis. If she takes his penis inside of her - well, that is her business. But you should know that a good many of these young girls are already prepared for sexual encounters even at these exceedingly young ages. Betty, Patty's mother, gave birth to Patty when she was just barely thirteen! And Doris, Betty's mother was just a little over fourteen when she brought forth Betty. So, what's that old shibboleth? Oh, yes. `The apple doesn't fall far from the tree'!
By the way, I have noticed Harold hanging around your place. Be forewarned. Harold is a past master at Moc-schisss and he will be in you before you are even aware that he is nearby. Locally, he is referred to as, `The Stallion!' So watch your step."
"I think I can take care of him and, besides, he is just mounting a mirror for me."
Hazel got a strange look upon her face that I could not interpret.
It was mid-afternoon when the door opened and a young woman and a little girl entered the office. The woman didn't look as though she should even be out of high school much less the mother of the girl. Hazel greeted both of them and introduced me.
"Betty, Patty this is Nurse Hedwig. She is taking over for me and she will see to Patty's needs."
It was clearly apparent that the little girl was anything but enthusiastic at the prospect of this afternoon's treatment. In fact, she looked extremely frightened, but her mother pulled her over to the examining table and insisted that she get up onto it. Betty turned to me and said,
"Patty is a little shy so you will be gentle won't you?"
"Certainly. Neither you nor Patty have anything to worry about. Now, if you will just elevate Patty's legs until her knees are against her chest. Aah, that's good. Now then Patty, there might be a little pain, but not so much that a big girl like you can't handle it. Ready?" 
	The girl could not bring herself to answer me so instead she just nodded her head. I moved in between her youthful legs and studied her girlish pussy. Her pussy lips were rather tightly closed so I marked that down as my first task. I had to get those pussy lips open so I could get my penis-tongue into her pussy channel far enough so as rupture her hymen. I gently ran one of my fingers along her pussy lips was gratified to sense that Patty had sucked in her breath as my stimulation of her pussy began.
I leaned forward and touched my penis-tongue to the very lower point of her tiny slit and then I ever so slowly swiped my tongue along the entire length of her pussy. I was gratified to find that her girlish clit was prominent enough so that I could feel it with my tongue. As I reached the top of her slit I swirled my tongue around that young bud of pleasure and was rewarded with a deep sigh. I thought to myself, `Ah, Patty! Some of your friends have been titillating you by rubbing your clit.'
I repeated my swipe upwards along her pussy lips and once more, I stimulated her by swirling my tongue around her clit. It was easy to see that she was rapidly becoming excited - much more so than I would have expected such a young girl to be - and I couldn't help but wonder just how far her girl- friends had gone in fingering her pussy. I gently pushed the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips. This was greeted by a sudden gasping intake of breath and, once more, I wondered just how far Patty's young girl friends had taken her.
From that time onward, I pushed my tongue inside her pussy lips while all the while deepening my penetration. I knew that I could proceed with tongue-fucking her when - as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper- I knew that she was responding to my entry by lifting her pelvis in the universal gesture that signified that she wanted more of my tongue inside of her.
By the time that I had about an inch or perhaps an inch and a half of my tongue inside her pussy, she was shuddering and beginning to thrash about. This evidently frightened her mother for she leaned over Patty and asked her if she were alright. The answer she received told the both of us that-for a very young girl-Patty was already schooled in the arts of fucking!
"MOM! Don't let her stop!"
 Her movements-in an older girl- would have clearly signaled the onset of an orgasm. I wondered jut what Patty was feeling.
Patty's reaction to my tonguing decided me to go for broke so, on my next swipe-pass. I pushed my tongue-penis deeply inside of Patty's cunt. It was funny, but Patty's reaction to my tonguing caused me to think of her pussy as a, `cunt'! I pulled my tongue free of her cunt and set up for another licking-swipe of her cunt lips only this time, I drove my tongue completely into her cunt!
There were two expressions of surprise when Patty accepted this invasion without  wincing or any attempt to avoid being totally fucked. Patty's mother gasped in obvious surprise and I, too, was surprised for my tongue had not encountered anything even faintly resembling a hymen! This girl had been fucked before!
Somehow, an open girlish cunt before me prompted me to use my tongue as a penis and I began seriously fucking this little girl only now I didn't bother to pull my penis from her cunt! Instead, I moved my head in an up-and-down motion  which, when coupled with my fully erect penis resulted in an active sexual coupling! I chuckled to myself for I realized that I must look like a huge bird pecking at seeds on the ground as I drove my penis in-and-out of Patty's cunt!
This little girl was no stranger to this kind of treatment for she freed her legs, locked them around my shoulders and pulled me as close to her snake hole as it was humanly possible to do. Both Betty and Hazel tried unsuccessfully to pull her legs away from me, but to no avail. By now, Patty was frantically flailing all over that examining table in her adolescent attempt to climax. That she even knew what a climax felt like was an amazing discovery. 
In some weird fashion, Patty's sexual excitement was being transmitted to my body and I felt my own orgasm rapidly reaching the explosion level. Hazel must have sensed what the effect of my sex with an adolescent girl was having upon me for I felt her pushing my legs wider apart. Next, I felt her wiping the insides of my thighs with a soft cloth. Had I, in all of the excitement, ejaculated! Hazel's actions told me that the answer to this question was a resounding, `YES!'.
Patty must have felt something akin to my climax for she gave out with a huge sigh and her whole body collapsed.
Slowly, I extricated my penis from her cunt, rose up and stared down upon the face of a very satisfied young girl. Like most of the adults in the room, I had no idea of what I had just been a party to.
To say that Betty was angry was an extreme understatement. She grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and hustled her out of the office. As they left, I heard her say,
"When we get home, I want a detailed explanation of just what you and those other girls have been doing! Have you let any of the boys put their penises in you?"
Neither Hazel nor I heard Patty's response for Betty was furiously pulling her daughter down the street in the direction of their house.
I looked to Hazel for some kind of explanation and I quickly realized that she was just as nonplussed as I. Finally, Hazel merely shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "Beats me!"
"Hazel, I am, like you, completely at sea, but the events of this afternoon do explain something for me. Now we know why Patty was so frightened and reluctant to have either you or me touch her. She undoubtedly knew that her secret would be revealed by my ....er uh....treatment. I just wonder at what age these girls in Edendale begin these kinds of sexual investigations? And, what do they use upon themselves?"
Once more, Hazel just shrugged shoulders, but she added, "Well Glenn may be getting more sex opportunities than he has bargained for!"
"Hazel do you think that it is remotely possible that he already knows about Patty's advanced status? And, just maybe, he is the author of her little performance here today?"
Hazel was obviously not in the best of spirits and I was amused by her reactions. As free as she was  in sexual matters, the thought of an adult male fucking a girl as young as Patty not only irritated her sense of propriety, but it made her madder' than hell!  In our minds, the results of today's exercise could only be attributed to one of two possibilities: the girls of Patty's age were much more precocious in practical sexual matters than even the Edendale society had given them credit for being or there was a pedophile loose in Edendale. To borrow a phrase from a Broadway musical, "It was a puzzlement!"
On that perplexing note, I left the office and headed for home.  I wasn't even surprised when I saw Harold lolling on my porch. As he saw me approaching, he got up and came forward to meet me.
"Bank lady give me paper to give to you."
As he said this, he withdrew a dirty piece of writing paper from his overall's pocket and handed it to me
The message read, "Dearest Hedwig. Please stop by the bank - preferably tomorrow - to sign some forms regarding your accounts with us." And it was signed: "Alice". By the time I had read this short note, Harold was gone.  
    

   
     


 

 
           
